𝓢ynopsis — yn is desperate for a tattoo and won't stop dramatically manifesting it all over her public Twitter page. Enter Nishimura Riki a local, hyper talented tattoo artist who gets so tired of seeing her chaotic crisis tweets on his timeline that he finally slides into her full dms.
𝓝ote — inspo from @nishimmortal , okay guyss that's the last part of the niki smau , if you have an idea my reqs are still open and I invite you to check my other smaus pinned on my profile! Thanks for the support
Genre: Arranged Marriage AU, Slow Burn, Comfort, Healing, Slice of Life, Mature Romance, Introvert x Introvert, Family Expectations, Marriage of Convenience, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
WC: 12.3k
Synopsis: Two younger siblings who spent their entire lives becoming what everyone else wanted are pushed into an arranged marriage neither of them asked for. A successful CEO and an accomplished surgeon on paper, Heeseung and Y/N seem perfect together. In reality, they're just two quiet people carrying years of expectations, abandoned dreams, and the exhausting need to always do better.
People always assumed younger siblings had it easier.
They assumed younger siblings were spoiled.
Loved more.
Protected more.
Favored more.
And maybe for some families that was true.
But for Heeseung and Y/N, being the younger child meant something entirely different.
It meant becoming the backup plan.
The one expected to succeed where the elder sibling didn't.
The one who couldn't afford mistakes because someone had already made them before.
The one who quietly gave up things before anyone even asked.
───
Y/N learned that lesson when she was nine.
Her parents had bought two slices of cake.
One strawberry.
One chocolate.
Her favorite was chocolate.
Her older sister liked strawberry.
Simple.
Easy.
Yet somehow, when her sister suddenly decided she wanted chocolate instead, everyone looked at Y/N.
Her mother smiled.
"Oh, Y/N doesn't even like chocolate that much, right?"
Nine-year-old Y/N looked down at the plate.
The chocolate slice suddenly didn't seem important anymore.
"Yeah..."
Her voice came out small.
"I don't really like it."
She remembered her sister happily taking the chocolate cake.
She remembered her mother smiling proudly.
She remembered forcing herself to eat strawberry while pretending she enjoyed it.
That memory stayed with her.
Not because of cake.
Because it taught her something.
It taught her that wanting things made people disappointed.
So she stopped wanting.
───
Heeseung learned the same lesson differently.
His older brother, Heedo, was brilliant.
Confident.
The type of person who walked into a room and immediately owned it.
Their father had spent years preparing Heedo to inherit the family company.
Only for Heedo to announce one day at dinner:
"I don't want it."
Silence.
Then shock.
Then arguments.
Then acceptance.
Because Heedo was the eldest son.
And somehow he always got to choose.
He wanted to become an architect.
And eventually, he did.
A successful one.
Award-winning.
Respected.
Admired.
His parents bragged about him constantly.
Then they turned toward sixteen-year-old Heeseung.
And smiled.
"You've always been the smart one."
"More responsible."
"The company will be safe with you."
"You'll do great things."
No one asked whether he wanted it.
Because they assumed he would.
And Heeseung had never learned how to say no.
───
The truth was—
He wanted music.
He wanted stages.
He wanted recording studios at three in the morning.
He wanted guitars.
Songs.
Producing.
Creating something beautiful.
But dreams seemed selfish.
Especially when everyone looked at him with such expectations.
So he buried them.
And became exactly what everyone wanted.
───
Years passed.
Y/N became a surgeon.
One of the youngest specialists in her hospital.
Successful.
Respected.
Admired.
The kind of daughter parents bragged about.
But every achievement felt strangely empty.
Because it wasn't hers.
It was theirs.
Their dream.
Not hers.
Whenever she tried mentioning cooking—
just casually—
her parents laughed.
"Cute hobby."
"You've always been creative."
"Imagine if you became a chef though."
As if it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard.
So she laughed too.
Every time.
And eventually stopped mentioning it.
───
At twenty-six, she was exhausted.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Tired of proving herself.
Tired of chasing approval that never seemed close enough.
Tired of hearing:
"Your sister was already married by this age."
"Your sister knew what she wanted."
"Your sister was always independent."
Her sister wasn't cruel.
Not at all.
But comparisons existed anyway.
Unavoidable.
Constant.
Accidental.
Painful.
───
Meanwhile, at twenty-nine, Heeseung had become one of the most successful CEOs in the country.
Magazine covers.
Business awards.
Interviews.
Recognition.
Money.
Everything.
And yet every family gathering sounded exactly the same.
His father discussing profits.
His mother discussing future growth.
His brother discussing his latest architectural project.
Then eventually—
"Heeseung, have you considered expanding internationally?"
"Heeseung, have you thought about this investment?"
"Heeseung, what's your next goal?"
Always more.
Always next.
Never enough.
Then came marriage.
The final expectation.
Y/N first heard about it during dinner.
Her mother cleared her throat.
"We met someone."
Y/N froze.
Her chopsticks paused halfway.
Her father continued.
"A wonderful family."
Her stomach dropped.
"No."
The word escaped before she could stop it.
Everyone looked surprised.
As if she'd never disagreed before.
Because she hadn't.
Her mother sighed.
"Y/N."
"He owns a large company."
"I don't care."
"Successful."
"I said I don't care."
Her father frowned.
"You need to settle down eventually."
"I'm twenty-six."
"Exactly."
Exactly.
As if twenty-six was ancient.
As if she had somehow missed a deadline.
Across the city, Heeseung sat through almost the exact same conversation.
"You need someone."
His mother smiled.
"To take care of you."
"I can take care of myself."
"You work too much."
His father nodded.
"You're not getting younger."
Heeseung almost laughed.
Twenty-nine.
Apparently ancient too.
───
Then they showed him a photo.
A woman standing outside a hospital.
Professional.
Elegant.
Beautiful.
Though she looked tired.
The kind of tired that settled behind someone's eyes.
"Her name is Y/N."
His mother smiled.
"She's a surgeon."
And because Heeseung never knew how to say no—
the conversation continued.
And because Y/N never knew how to say no—
the engagement happened.
Before either of them realized it.
───
The boutique smelled like expensive perfume and fresh fabric.
Y/N stood on a small platform while three women circled around her.
Her mother.
Her sister.
And Heeseung's mother.
"Oh my god."
Her sister clasped her hands.
"This one."
"It's beautiful."
"It really is."
His mother agreed immediately.
"You look perfect."
Y/N stared at herself in the mirror.
The dress wasn't ugly.
Actually, it was gorgeous.
Elegant.
Sophisticated.
Exactly what a bride should wear.
The problem was—
she hated it.
The neckline felt wrong.
The sleeves felt wrong.
The entire thing felt like she was wearing someone else's skin.
"What do you think?"
The consultant smiled.
Three women answered before she could.
"We love it."
"Perfect."
"Definitely this one."
The consultant turned toward Y/N.
"So this is your choice?"
Choice.
Funny word.
Y/N looked at her reflection.
Looked at everyone's happy faces.
Looked at the expectation.
The excitement.
The relief.
Then smiled.
Small.
Polite.
Practiced.
"Yeah."
Her voice was quiet.
"I like it."
And just like that—
it became her wedding dress.
The wedding arrived faster than either of them expected.
Hundreds of guests.
Expensive flowers.
Bright lights.
Perfect smiles.
Y/N sat in front of a mirror while makeup artists adjusted final details.
Her heart wouldn't stop racing.
She wasn't scared of Heeseung.
Not exactly.
She barely knew him.
They'd exchanged messages.
A few awkward conversations.
Some polite phone calls.
He seemed nice.
Quiet.
Gentle.
Which somehow made everything worse.
Because now she felt guilty for not wanting this.
──
Meanwhile, Heeseung stood outside the ceremony hall adjusting his tie for the fifth time.
"You nervous?"
Heedo asked.
"A little."
Heedo laughed.
"A little?"
Heeseung sighed.
"A lot."
───
The truth?
He wasn't afraid of marriage.
He was afraid of being another expectation.
Another responsibility.
Another thing someone was forcing themselves to accept.
The ceremony began.
Music filled the room.
Guests stood.
And then—
He saw her.
Walking down the aisle.
White dress.
Nervous eyes.
Tightly clasped hands.
Beautiful.
But that wasn't what struck him.
She looked exactly how he felt.
Terrified.
Trying not to show it.
And somehow—
for the first time all day—
Heeseung relaxed.
Just slightly.
Because maybe they were both standing on the same side.
Maybe neither of them wanted this.
Maybe that made it easier.
When she finally reached him, their eyes met.
Only for a second.
Then unexpectedly—
Heeseung offered a small smile.
Not the CEO smile.
Not the public smile.
Not the practiced smile.
A real one.
Soft.
Shy.
And after a moment—
Y/N smiled back.
Just a little.
The first genuine thing either of them had felt all day.
The first night wasn't romantic.
There were no dramatic confessions.
No movie-like moments.
No sudden realization of love.
Just two strangers standing awkwardly inside a penthouse apartment that now belonged to both of them.
───
Y/N stood near the entrance clutching her handbag.
Heeseung stood three feet away holding his suit jacket.
Neither knew what to say.
───
"Um..."
Heeseung cleared his throat.
"You can take the bedroom."
Y/N immediately shook her head.
"No, it's your apartment."
"It's our apartment now."
Silence.
"Oh."
Another silence.
"We can share the room."
They both spoke at the same time.
Then both immediately looked away.
Their ears turned red.
"I mean—"
Heeseung rubbed the back of his neck.
"There's a guest room too if you're uncomfortable."
Y/N stared at the floor.
"I don't mind sharing."
"Oh."
Another pause.
"I don't either."
───
And somehow that was how they ended up getting ready for bed together like two people trying desperately not to acknowledge the fact they were married.
Y/N spent ten minutes in the bathroom trying to mentally prepare herself.
When she finally stepped out wearing oversized pajamas, she found Heeseung sitting on the edge of the bed.
A guitar rested beside him.
A guitar.
Not something she expected from one of the most successful CEOs in the country.
His expression immediately softened.
"Sorry."
He quickly moved it.
"I forgot to put it away."
Y/N surprised herself.
"You play?"
A strange look crossed his face.
Something almost vulnerable.
"A little."
The answer felt rehearsed.
Like it wasn't the complete truth.
"Oh."
And neither of them said anything else.
That night they slept on opposite sides of the king-sized bed.
Far enough apart that an entire person could fit between them.
Neither slept much.
The next morning felt even stranger.
Y/N woke up first.
For a moment she forgot where she was.
Then she turned.
And nearly jumped.
Heeseung was asleep beside her.
Not close.
Not touching.
But there.
Her husband.
The word felt absurd.
She quietly slipped out of bed.
Determined not to wake him.
Thirty minutes later she was standing in the kitchen staring at ingredients.
Cooking always calmed her.
Always.
Even when she wasn't allowed to dream about it.
So she cooked.
Eggs.
Toast.
Soup.
Coffee.
Simple things.
Comforting things.
The sound of footsteps made her turn.
Heeseung stood there frozen.
Looking genuinely shocked.
"You're cooking?"
Y/N looked confused.
"Yes?"
"No one's ever cooked for me before."
The words slipped out naturally.
Like a fact.
Not something sad.
Yet something tightened inside her chest.
"Really?"
He shrugged.
"I usually eat at work."
The statement somehow sounded lonely.
They ate breakfast together.
Quietly.
Comfortably.
For the first time since the wedding—
the silence didn't feel awkward.
It felt peaceful.
───
"Your hospital is on my way."
Heeseung suddenly said.
Y/N blinked.
"I can drop you off."
"You don't have to."
"I know."
And somehow that answer convinced her.
Every morning after that became routine.
Breakfast.
Coffee.
The drive.
At first they barely talked.
Then eventually conversations started appearing.
Small things.
───
"How was work?"
"Tiring."
"What happened?"
Then suddenly thirty minutes had passed.
Y/N would tell him about difficult surgeries.
Not details.
Just feelings.
The pressure.
The fear.
The responsibility.
───
And Heeseung listened.
Actually listened.
Not because she was a surgeon.
Not because her career was impressive.
Because it was her.
Then he would tell her about meetings.
Investors.
Projects.
Employees.
And Y/N listened too.
For the first time in years—
both of them felt heard.
The realization happened during a family dinner.
A month after the wedding.
Both families had gathered together.
Everything started normally.
Until comparisons appeared.
Again.
As they always did.
"Your sister always knew exactly what she wanted."
Y/N's mother smiled.
Y/N lowered her eyes automatically.
Then—
"Heedo's latest project won another award."
Heeseung's father added proudly.
Heeseung nodded quietly.
Nobody noticed.
Except each other.
Across the table.
Their eyes met.
And suddenly—
they both understood.
Without words.
Without explanation.
They knew exactly how the other felt.
That strange ache.
That disappointment.
That feeling of never quite reaching the finish line.
Because the finish line kept moving.
───
That night neither went to bed immediately.
Instead they sat on the balcony.
The city glowing beneath them.
And for the first time—
they talked honestly.
"Did you always want to be a doctor?"
Heeseung asked.
Y/N laughed.
A sad laugh.
"No."
The answer surprised him.
"What did you want?"
Her smile became smaller.
"A chef."
Silence.
Then─
"A chef?"
She nodded.
"My parents thought it was cute."
The word hurt more than she intended.
"Cute."
Not serious.
Not important.
Not worth pursuing.
Just cute.
Heeseung stared at the city.
"I wanted music."
Now it was Y/N's turn to stare.
"What?"
He laughed softly
"Exactly."
And for the next hour they talked.
Really talked.
About dreams.
Regrets.
Choices.
Expectations.
About becoming versions of themselves other people preferred.
And somehow—
they felt lighter afterward.
Like they had finally put down a weight.
Weeks turned into months.
The apartment changed.
It stopped feeling like Heeseung's home.
Started feeling like theirs.
There were recipe books in the kitchen now.
Plants near the windows.
Her favorite tea beside his coffee.
Her blanket on the couch.
His guitar in the living room.
Little pieces of each other everywhere.
───
One night she came home after a sixteen-hour shift.
Exhausted.
Barely able to stand.
The apartment lights were dim.
Soft guitar music drifted through the room.
And there he was.
Sitting on the couch.
Playing quietly.
For himself.
For her.
For nobody.
───
Y/N stood there watching.
Something warm spread through her chest.
For years she'd spent her life becoming what others wanted.
Yet this moment felt more genuine than anything she'd experienced before.
Heeseung noticed her.
Immediately stopping.
"Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
His ears turned pink.
"I don't know."
She laughed.
Actually laughed.
And Heeseung froze.
Because he'd never heard that sound before.
Not properly.
Not like this.
And suddenly he wanted to hear it again.
───
Months after their wedding—
they took their first late-night drive.
No destination.
Just driving.
The city sleeping around them.
Windows down.
Music low.
Talking.
About nothing.
About everything.
And somewhere along the way—
surviving slowly became living.
───
Then came the next expectation.
Children.
───
Of course.
Because apparently marriage wasn't enough.
──
One Sunday lunch changed everything.
"Any good news?"
Y/N's mother asked casually.
Y/N frowned.
"What kind of news?"
The smile immediately gave it away.
"Oh."
Across the table Heeseung nearly choked on his drink.
His mother joined immediately.
"We'd love grandchildren."
His father nodded.
"You've been married long enough."
Long enough.
Nine months.
As if they were discussing a business deadline.
Y/N felt her stomach twist.
The same familiar feeling.
The same pressure.
The same expectation.
Something else she needed to achieve.
Something else she needed to provide.
Everyone kept talking.
Future children.
Future plans.
Future expectations.
And suddenly—
for the first time—
Y/N didn't want to stay silent.
Not because she was brave.
Because she was tired.
So incredibly tired.
She opened her mouth.
Then closed it again.
The words wouldn't come out.
Just like always.
Beside her—
Heeseung noticed.
He always noticed
Then quietly—
under the table—
his hand found hers.
Not dramatic.
Not possessive.
Just there.
Warm.
Steady.
A silent reminder.
You're not alone.
For a moment Y/N stared at their joined hands.
Then at him.
His expression was calm.
But she understood.
Because he was tired too.
Tired of living according to everyone else's timeline.
Tired of chasing expectations.
Tired of being told what the next goal should be.
For the first time in their lives—
they weren't carrying that burden alone.
And later that night—
standing on their apartment balcony—
looking over the city—
neither realized they were still holding hands.
Neither pulled away.
Neither mentioned it.
Because somewhere between survival and living—
between awkward breakfasts and late-night drives—
between shared silences and impossible expectations—
they had become each other's home.
And for two people who had spent their entire lives trying to make everyone else proud—
that felt like the beginning of something far more important.
Something neither family could choose for them.
Something neither expectation nor obligation could create.
Love didn't arrive dramatically for them.
There was no moment where Heeseung looked at Y/N and suddenly knew.
No scene where Y/N woke up one morning and realized she had fallen in love.
It happened quietly.
The way most important things do.
One small moment at a time.
One ordinary day after another.
Until suddenly neither could remember what life looked like before the other.
The first argument happened on a rainy Thursday.
Y/N had just finished an eighteen-hour shift.
She was exhausted.
Mentally drained.
Physically exhausted.
The kind of exhaustion that made her vision blurry.
When she entered the apartment, the lights were still on in Heeseung's office.
At midnight.
Again.
She frowned.
Then walked inside.
And immediately stopped.
Three untouched coffee cups.
A cold sandwich.
Stacks of paperwork.
And Heeseung.
Still working.
Still staring at a laptop.
Still forgetting himself.
Just like always.
Something inside her snapped.
"When was the last time you ate?"
Heeseung looked up.
Confused.
"What?"
"When was the last time you ate?"
"I'm fine."
"That's not what I asked."
He blinked.
Then looked away.
Which answered the question.
Y/N folded her arms.
"Heeseung."
"I'm busy."
"And you're also human."
"I'll eat later."
"That's what you said yesterday."
His eyes widened.
"You noticed?"
The question irritated her even more.
Of course she noticed.
She always noticed.
The dark circles under his eyes.
The headaches.
The way he rubbed his neck after long meetings.
The way he skipped meals when stressed.
The way he smiled and pretended everything was okay.
Because she did the exact same thing.
And she hated seeing him do it.
Especially because she cared.
A lot more than she should.
Or maybe exactly as much as she should.
"I made dinner."
She finally said.
"It's cold now."
"I wasn't hungry."
Y/N laughed.
A humorless laugh.
"Right."
Heeseung stared.
Something felt different.
Then realization hit.
She wasn't angry.
She was worried.
And somehow that felt worse.
Because nobody worried about him.
Not really.
People expected things from him.
Needed things from him.
Relied on him.
But worried?
Not often.
Not like this.
His voice softened.
"I'm sorry."
The anger disappeared immediately.
Because that was another thing about them.
Neither knew how to stay angry.
Y/N sighed.
Then walked into the kitchen.
Ten minutes later she returned with reheated food.
Without a word she placed it in front of him.
Heeseung stared at it.
Then at her.
Then quietly started eating.
And Y/N sat beside him while he finished every bite.
Neither mentioned the argument again.
But something changed afterward.
The walls between them became smaller.
The distance became less.
The apartment became warmer.
A few weeks later Y/N accidentally discovered the truth about the guitar.
She had come home earlier than usual.
The apartment was empty.
Or so she thought.
Then she heard music.
Not from the living room.
Not from a speaker.
From the guest room.
Y/N paused.
The door was slightly open.
And inside—
Heeseung sat surrounded by recording equipment.
Not expensive studio equipment.
Simple things.
A microphone.
A laptop.
A notebook.
His guitar.
He was singing.
And Y/N froze.
Because she had never heard anything so beautiful before.
Not just his voice.
The emotion behind it.
The freedom.
The happiness.
The version of Heeseung she had never seen.
For once he wasn't a CEO.
Wasn't someone's son.
Wasn't someone's expectation.
He was simply himself.
The floor creaked beneath her foot.
The music stopped.
Heeseung immediately looked up.
Panic crossing his face.
"Y/N."
"I'm sorry."
She quickly shook her head.
"No."
His expression tightened.
Embarrassed.
Like a child caught doing something wrong.
"It's stupid."
"No."
"It's just a hobby."
"No."
The firmness in her voice surprised both of them.
Y/N stepped inside.
Looking around the room.
At the notebooks.
The lyrics.
The unfinished songs.
The dreams he never got to have.
Then she looked at him.
"It's beautiful."
Heeseung stared.
Because nobody had ever said that before.
Not his parents.
Not his friends.
Not even himself.
Beautiful.
The word settled somewhere deep inside him.
And stayed there.
That night they talked until three in the morning.
About everything.
About the dreams they buried.
About the lives they never got to live.
About being tired.
About pretending.
About expectations.
At some point Y/N admitted she still watched cooking videos after hospital shifts.
At some point Heeseung admitted he still wrote songs almost every night.
At some point they started laughing.
And neither wanted the conversation to end.
The first kiss happened a month later.
Not because of tension.
Not because of passion.
Not because of some dramatic accident.
It happened because Y/N was standing in the kitchen.
Cooking.
Again.
Her happy place.
Their happy place.
Heeseung leaned against the counter watching her.
Something he did often.
Something she secretly liked.
"You know," he said.
"Hm?"
"I think you're happiest when you're cooking."
Y/N smiled.
"I know."
"You're smiling."
"I know."
"You don't smile like that at the hospital."
She laughed.
"I'd be concerned if I did."
His laugh followed hers.
Then silence settled.
Comfortable.
Soft.
Warm.
The kind that existed only between people who truly understood each other.
Y/N looked up.
And found him already looking at her.
Not at the food.
Not at the kitchen.
At her.
Something shifted.
Neither moved.
Neither looked away.
Months ago they would've.
Months ago they would've panicked.
But now—
Now they knew each other.
The real versions.
Not the polished versions.
Not the successful versions.
The tired versions.
The insecure versions.
The honest versions.
The ones nobody else seemed to see.
And somehow that felt intimate.
More intimate than anything else.
Heeseung stepped closer.
Slow enough for her to move away.
She didn't.
His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
Y/N's heart nearly stopped.
Not because she was nervous.
Because she felt safe.
Completely safe.
With him.
Always him.
Then Heeseung softly kissed her.
Brief.
Gentle.
Shy.
Like both of them were still learning.
When he pulled away, neither spoke.
Y/N simply smiled.
And for the first time since they'd met—
Heeseung kissed her again.
A little less shy this time.
A little more certain.
A little more theirs.
The pressure for grandchildren never stopped.
Neither did the questions.
Or expectations.
Or comparisons.
But something had changed.
One evening both families gathered for dinner again.
The usual conversations started.
The usual comments.
The usual expectations.
Then someone asked the inevitable question.
"So when are you two planning for children?"
Silence.
Everyone waited.
Y/N felt that familiar pressure.
That familiar anxiety.
Then—
A warm hand found hers beneath the table.
Heeseung.
Just like before.
But this time something was different.
Because Y/N wasn't alone anymore.
And neither was he.
She glanced at him.
He glanced back.
Then unexpectedly—
Heeseung spoke first.
"We'll decide that together."
The room went quiet.
His voice wasn't rude.
Wasn't angry.
Just firm.
Certain.
For once.
His mother blinked.
"Oh."
"We appreciate everyone's concern."
He smiled politely.
"But we're happy."
And that was that. The conversation moved on. The world didn't end. Nobody exploded. Nobody got angry.
On the drive home Y/N stared out the window.
Then suddenly laughed. Heeseung glanced over. "What?". "I can't believe you did that." His ears turned pink. "I almost passed out." She laughed harder. And Heeseung joined her. The sound filled the car. Warm. Free. Real.
A year after their wedding, Y/N came home to find something waiting on the kitchen counter. A small box. She frowned. "Heeseung?" "Open it." Inside was a set of professional chef knives. The expensive kind. Y/N froze. "Heeseung..."
"You always buy things for everyone else." His voice was quiet. "So I bought something for you." Her eyes burned. Nobody had ever done that before.Not really.
Not something that belonged entirely to her. Not something connected to her dream. Not their dream. Not society's dream. Hers.
A few months later she found him standing in a recording studio. A real one. The same shocked expression on his face she had worn that day. "What is this?" Y/N smiled. "A gift." His eyes widened. "You rented this?" "For six months." "Y/N." "You always write songs for yourself." She smiled softly. "Now write one because you want to."
For several seconds he couldn't speak.
And suddenly both of them understood something. This was love. Not grand gestures. Not dramatic confessions. Not perfection. It was seeing someone's abandoned dreams and saying. They're still worth something.
Years later, if someone asked Heeseung what changed his life, he wouldn't mention becoming a CEO. And Y/N wouldn't mention becoming a surgeon. Because neither achievement had healed the lonely parts of them.
Neither achievement taught them how to rest. Or be understood. Instead they'd remember a quiet apartment. Late-night conversations. Guitar strings. Recipe books. Shared silences.
A marriage neither wanted. And a love neither expected. Two younger siblings who spent their entire lives trying to become enough. Only to discover they had already been enough all along.
They just needed someone who looked at them and said—
You don't have to do better. You can just be you. And for the first time in their lives. That was enough.
𝒢𝒞 SYNOPSIS ───── you swear you’re over lee heeseung. for months, you’ve managed to convince yourself both you and him have moved on. all it takes is one song written by him to prove you were wrong.
OVERFLOW . . . smau, ex!heeseung, fem!reader, yunjin (le sserafim) used to present reader, heeseung’s a little toxic (?), take any jokes of hee leaving enhypen lightly pls, ignore timestamps ⟡ taglist open
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Enha with a Hyperfem Girlfriend!
Based on this ask here!
WARNINGS: skinship, touching, making out, slightly suggestive jokes
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Heeseung
ʚɞ Moving in with with Heeseung might either be the best or the worst decision of your life
ʚɞ Because the literal first thing he does when the two of you move into one apartment, is to drag you to get your own custom gaming set up.
ʚɞ He buys you everything— a new pc with the latest tech, a good high definition monitor, a high quality gaming headset (that has cat ears, as per your request, of course🤭), a mouse, a proper gaming keyboard (really just another one to add to his collection, if he's being honest 😝) and last, but most important of all — an ergonomic desk and chair set-up so that you don't get back cramps n neck pains from playing long hours,
ʚɞ the most you're going to be doing is play roblox really, (but he's so sweet 🥹)
ʚɞ And he buys it all in your favourite colour of course, that's very obviously pink.
ʚɞ Once everything arrives, you arrange your entire gaming set up right next to his so that you two could truly game together now. And Heeseung doesn't show it, but inside, he's very giddy because now he gets to spend his time on the two things he loves the most— you and video games— without compromising either.
ʚɞ And although he still teases you relentlessly for your absolutely trash obby skills. at least now he gets to do it while sitting right beside you and playing the same game as you —on your couple pcs too😇 (haha. so fun)
ʚɞ And again, although he doesn't show it, he's actually internally cheesing so hard at the thought of gaming with you and how he can't wait to make your joint house together on your minecraft server as you sit two inches away from him (what a cutie lol 😆)
ʚɞ The contrast between your gaming set-ups is so stark its actually funny— where your desk is littered with small smiskis and tiny, cute bobble heads and all sorts of other small trinkets, his is bare, save for his monitor and a water bottle (which you forced him to keep) and the occasional packet of chips lying around (whose wrapper almost always ends up on your desk 🫣hmm…. suspicious)
ʚɞ Where your set-up is completely decked out in pinks and whites, soft pastels contrasting harshly with his sleek, all-black set-up and yet the two desktops almost compliment each other in a way (it also helped that you both kept a set of matching dolls on your desks 🤭)
ʚɞ When Heeseung saw you - for the first time - sitting in your very own gaming chair - white with pink accents- with those adorable cat-ear headphones, your fingers gliding over your very own, very new, pink keyboard, eyes fully focused on the monitor as the two of you gamed together— he swore he fell in love right then and there. There was no one else he would rather have next to him, running duos and supporting each other in team matches (even though you sucked at those 🫣)
Jake
ʚɞ Jake's favourite thing in the world was when you came back home with new products to try out— especially lippies 😜
ʚɞ Why? simple— because he gets to have very active participation in the testing of these products (😉)
ʚɞ Anytime you came back from Sephora or a new package from yesstyle arrived at your doorstep— approximately half an hour later both you and Jake would be found sitting on your bed with all-and i mean all- of your lippies scattered all around you
ʚɞ One by one, you would apply each and every single one of your lippies, only for Jake to take them off ;)
ʚɞ After applying a specific combo using a tiny compact mirror in your hand, you would quickly turn towards Jake not evening managing to get a word out before he practically pounced on you
ʚɞ And the sly bastard— he wouldn't even give you the chance to complain, after all, who would have the sense to whine after being kissed silly by their boyfriend?
ʚɞ In Jake's defence, what was he supposed to do when your lips looked so good? Was supposed to just not kiss you? That would've been unfair
ʚɞ And although Jake loves it every time you bring your lippies out, his favourite memory was when you did the trend (you know the one I'm talking about)
ʚɞ Sitting in your bed (like always) except this time your hands held what can only be described as a woman's worst enemy (after men of course 😇) — red lipstick
ʚɞ With Jake sitting beside you as your test subject — a very excited test subject, might i add
ʚɞ You quickly put the red lipstick on your lips, taking care not go outside the natural line of your lips, lest you look like a clown (🤡)
ʚɞ "You ready baby……" though there wasn't really any need for that question, seeing as Jake was already practically vibrating in his place (such a cutie lol 😝)
ʚɞ And then you went in; kissing all over his face— his nose, his forehead, his cheeks— multiple kisses on his cheeks— on his eyelids, near his ears, on his neck (that delicious Adam's apple hmm 🤤) — god you could just bite his neck (really? who was the vampire out of the two of you? 🤨 )
ʚɞ And then, after peppering his face all over to your heart's desire, you went in for the main event;
ʚɞ Except—
ʚɞ You missed and kissed the corner of his lips instead ;)
ʚɞ "mhm… don't tease me doll," Jake groaned, his patience finally running thin and his hands reaching out to you
ʚɞ "No touching baby…" you remind him teasingly (we like our men a little desperate around here 😜)
ʚɞ "….Fuck it," and before you could even do something, Jake had already grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap
ʚɞ Just to kiss you properly
ʚɞ With one hand under your jaw, the other resting low on your hips, Jake pulls you impossibly closer to him, before he finally kisses you; slow and deep— as though he never wants to let go
ʚɞ And your hands find home around the nape of his neck, softly brushing his hair as all coherent thoughts fly out of your brain
Jay
ʚɞ Jay's favourite pass time is to watch his pretty girl get ready
ʚɞ He'll barge into your room without warning — sometimes giving you a heart attack — because why hesitate or waste time in knocking? At this point in your relationship he's already seen everything ;)
ʚɞ He'll flop down on your very large, very comfy bed, using one of your plushies as an armrest and another as a pillow and one more to support his back (someone help this grandpa 😆)
ʚɞ At first he's gonna pretend he's watching something on his phone while discreetly shooting you looks through the mirror as you get ready
ʚɞ And you'll pretend too, as though you don't notice him staring, sitting on your vanity, supposedly focusing on your lip combo when really, you're staring at him too
ʚɞ It's almost like a fun little game of eye tag between the two of, just waiting to see who gives in first;
ʚɞ Eventually, Jay gives up, dropping all pretence of being occupied, he turns over to lie on his stomach and stare at you unabashedly
ʚɞ It's blatant, unashamed staring, very lovesick, very smitten; eyes full of love as he gazes at you with pure adoration, mouth curving into a fond smile
ʚɞ Obviously, you catch his gaze right as you're applying your eyeliner and burst into a fit of giggles (messing up your eyeliner but its ok >.<)
ʚɞ "Baby… you're so cutee"— cue another torrent of giggles
ʚɞ He gets this affronted expression on his face, "What? I'm not allowed to look at my pretty girl anymore?"
ʚɞ You shake your head, "Of course you are," and a fond smile breaks out on your face as well
ʚɞ He simply scoffs, (ooo moody baby 🤭) and then stands up from the bed, making his way towards you
ʚɞ You look up at him through the mirror as he comes to stand behind you
ʚɞ "Close your eyes f'me pretty…" and as he bends down you shoot him a look from the corner of your eye, "jjongie… we talked about this," you pout, "no expensive gifts, remember?" he hums absentmindedly,
ʚɞ "yeah yeah… now close your eyes" and you begrudgingly do, because although you feel a little bad, you can't deny that you love getting spoiled (especially when it's by Jay 🤭)
ʚɞ and then you feel cold metal on the nape of your neck as Jay gently closes the clasp of a pendant on the back of your neck, "… now open," he whispers gently
ʚɞ Your eyes fly open and instantly fall on the dainty pendant hanging around your neck and you gasp, one hand flying up to touch it, "jjongie… it's beautiful,"
ʚɞ the pendant in question is a small flower made up of 6 marquise cut pink diamonds hanging from a thin gold chain, and is probably — no definitely — the most beautiful thing you've ever laid your eyes on
ʚɞ "I'm serious jjongie… it's-it's too pretty i can't—" but he cuts you off firmly, "it doesn't even compare to you pretty girl" and he looks at you with such fond and loving eyes that all the fight just melts out of you.
ʚɞ You stand up and hug him tightly, your thankyous sounding muffled from having practically stuffed your face into his chest and Jay just laughs lightly, one hand going to the back of your head and the resting comfortably on your waist
ʚɞ "I take it you liked your gift?" he teases you lightly, and you look from his chest with a bright smile on your face and squeal, "I love it, I love it, I love it—" you could have probably gone on for longer (scratch that— definitely would've gone on longer) but Jay decided to shut you up with a kiss instead.
ʚɞ all sound died instantly (simp) and you practically melted into the kiss, arms coming up to wrap around the back of his neck, bodies pressed impossibly close together while his hands gently rubbed small circles into your waist (actively causing your brain to short-circuit)
ʚɞ Safe to say this day was going to become one of your core memories ;)
Sunghoon
ʚɞ Sunghoon's favourite time of the day is when he's with you- doesn't matter what you're doing, be it cuddling, talking or simply existing in each other's presence, too tired to do anything else, he finds comfort in simply being around you
ʚɞ Granted that doesn't mean the two of you don't get up to any mischief, trust me, you do (most of it by your design….oops🤭)
ʚɞ the two of you were cuddled up in your bed, legs interlocked and sides pressed close to each other, one of Sunghoon's hands resting over your shoulders— neither of you talking, just enjoying the comfort of being in each other's presence as you quietly scrolled on your phones
ʚɞ mid scroll- you look at him for about two seconds and then go back to scrolling. Two minutes later, you look at him (again) before your gaze returns back to your phone. You do this maybe twice more—
ʚɞ and Sunghoon lets out this long suffering sigh full of exhaustion, because he knows you, he knows exactly the kind of shit that you're up to constantly
ʚɞ "…what is it that you're thinking of now?" he asks, and although his tone is that of a disappointed mother, he can't help the fond smile from breaking out on his face.
ʚɞ you look at him, a mischievous smile on your face and ask him point blank— "can i tie a bow around it?"
ʚɞ Silence.
ʚɞ "What. "
ʚɞ "You want tie a bow around what exactly? My di—"
ʚɞ "Ewww— obviously not you pervert! " you practically roll off the bed in an attempt to get away from him "I meant your biceps you freak… like this— look!" and you show him your screen which - mind you - is completely filled with girls tying bows around their boyfriends' biceps (gee y/n that's a little embarrassing😬)
ʚɞ Sunghoon looks at your phone for beat, face completely blank, then he turns towards you and utters one word,
ʚɞ "No."
ʚɞ You start whining immediately, "Baby please! I'll do anything— I'll come with you to the gym an-and I'll —"
ʚɞ "No." point blank. leaving no room for argument or compromise. One word to shatter all your hopes;
ʚɞ But you weren't done yet- you still had one last card up your sleeve— "I'll give you the aux…"
ʚɞ And Sunghoon whips his head around to look at you with suspicion, eyes squinted and gaze laced with distrust,
ʚɞ "…… All the time?" and you look at him with this serious expression on your face, "yes…" you say with much difficulty— it's tough to part with your aux privileges but its okay, some things require sacrifices, "I'll even let you play your stupid phonk without complaining…so…" at this point you're practically begging
ʚɞ And Sunghoon hates himself for even considering the offer, but the thought of having free reign over the aux is very tantalising and the way you're looking at him right now — eyes wide and lips pouty — doesn't help his case at all;
ʚɞ It's practically comical how quickly Sunghoon gives in (weakk), sighing softly and nodding, muttering something along the lines of "you're so stubborn…" and you cheer, completely ignoring his last remark
ʚɞ So here he was, standing in the middle of the stationary aisle of your local supermarket, already reconsidering whether aux privileges were worth this torture
ʚɞ You on the other hand? You were like a kid in a candy store, eyes sparkling with excitement as you crouched down to pick out the perfect ribbon,
ʚɞ You turn towards Sunghoon, holding two ribbons - one in each hand and teasingly ask him, "Hoonie, which one do you prefer?" a teasing smirk on your face,
ʚɞ Sunghoon groans, already regretting agreeing to this madness, "… just get whatever you want" "Aww… but hoonie…it's your arm I'm tying a bow around," and you start giggling, enjoying every second of his suffering
ʚɞ "…Just get that one," and he points to the one in your left hand, a light, baby pink, "excellent choice hoonie, you have impeccable taste" you barely get the words out before bursting into laughter and in that instant Sunghoon vows to himself to never agree to any of your stupid ideas again (and also to absolutely torment you by playing Brazilian phonk any chance he gets as payback)
ʚɞ You quickly pay for the ribbon and get out of the store
ʚɞ And while Sunghoon would love to say that whatever happens after that, he had absolutely no part in it - at least not willingly, but that would be a big fat lie
ʚɞ Because despite the million embarrassing videos and photos, Sunghoon was just happy to see you smiling (and if, at the end of it all, you kissed him as thanks, then really, no one needs to know 🫣)
Sunoo
ʚɞ At least once a month, you and Sunoo would have a sleepover, it was tradition— one that you both took very seriously
ʚɞ It was serious enough to have even made it onto your google calendar, where you circled off one weekend every month religiously, taking care that nothing would interrupt your quality time
ʚɞ And so the highlight of your entire week would begin
ʚɞ Sunoo would arrive at your place with hands full of convenience store snacks and warm tteokboki and of course, an overnight bag which was really only filled with face masks and a matching pj set he'd gotten with you (the pj set was mandatory criteria to be allowed into your home of course 😤)
ʚɞ So there you are, sitting on the floor next to your couch, chatting away as you eat ramen tteokboki while some trashy tv plays in the background
ʚɞ Once you're done with the food you get down to real business— applying your skincare, doing each others' nails and, most important of all— bitching about your ass coworkers
ʚɞ Oh and of course, watching Princess Diaries (because its the best. go argue with a wall.)
ʚɞ But seriously, there's something so therapeutic about venting to your boyfriend about this shitty week you've had while he paints your nails in pretty shades of pink (🤭)
ʚɞ "…Like I'm so done with stupid fucking Han and how he thinks he's so slick for stealing my lunch—" and it's bad enough that even Sunoo makes a face and he stares at you with this affronted look in his eyes, an unspoken conversation passing between the two of you,
ʚɞ "—Exactly! Like c'mon dude at least leave my sandwich alone!" you whine and practically deflate as the fight completely leaves you and you slump onto the coffee table- taking care not to mess up your nails (cause duh)
ʚɞ And Sunoo can really sympathise with you because guess what? even he had to deal with assholes at work (haha so fun. not. 😑)
ʚɞ And so both carry on yapping about everything under the sun as Mia gets slowly transformed into a proper princess in the background
ʚɞ However, even if the rest of the movie does get practically ignored by the two of you in favour of talking, there is one scene though which neither of you speak — The Genovian State Dinner
ʚɞ Throughout the length of the scene, your eyes are glued to screen as you watch in real time as the disaster unfolds— the glass breaking, Mia bonking her head on the table, fire catching on the diplomat's sleeve — ahh, complete and total chaos (my favourite <3)
ʚɞ But once the scene ends, you both get back to business and Sunoo goes back to adding final touches to your nails, taking special care to make them look extra cute
ʚɞ Once he's finished, you put both hands together and squeal in excitement, "Babyy they look so good!" and Sunoo's chest inflates a little with pride as he looks at your excited smile, "Of course they look good! I did them, how wouldn't they look good?"
ʚɞ "ok ok, so… what do you want me to do on your nails?" you ask him excitedly (because the coolest boys paint their nails duh 🙄) "Hmm… how about something like this?" and he shows you a picture of nails painted plain black with some cool stars as details and you can't help but giggle a little because—
ʚɞ "I didn't my boyfriend was secretly emo," you tease him slightly, a stupid little smirk on your face, "Yaa! Don't tease me or I won't paint your nails next time!" Sunoo responds hotly, lips pouty and eyes sharp, "ok ok I'm sorry… pouty baby" and Sunoo looks at you, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out
ʚɞ and you just start laughing, open-mouthed and head tilted back, hands frozen mid clap; in fact, you laugh so hard that you almost fall backwards
ʚɞ And Sunoo stares, face frozen as your giggles ring out in the room, plush carpet doing little to muffle your voice, and the longer he stares at you, the more he forgets why he was mad in the first place- the anger completely melting out of him
ʚɞ To be fair to Sunoo, it's quite hard to resist smiling when you're laughing this hard— you're smile is contagious <3
Jungwon
ʚɞ Jungwon had one and only one goal in life— to spoil his girlfriend absolutely rotten
ʚɞ This man legit takes care of everything—
ʚɞ You wanna go shopping? He's carrying all the bags for you
ʚɞ And, as a bonus, he's gonna hold em' all with one hand; why you ask? So that he can hold your hand with his other duh 🙄
ʚɞ You wanna buy a new pair of heels? - even though you just bought two pairs last week and one more is already on its way via delivery - no problem, the black card's coming out. (wahh so nice. I'm jealous😒)
ʚɞ You wanna buy a new dress but you're not sure about because it's too expensive? Don't let Jungwon hear you say that because
ʚɞ oop— better check your delivery, a very special package is waiting for you. And would you look at that? it's exactly the kind of dress you'd been wanting to buy (because we love a man who listens 😤)
ʚɞ You guys go on a date— he's paying for everything. Literally. He's paying for the taxi you took, the entire meal and then some for when you eventually find your way to an ice cream parlour and order dessert. (He also leaves a hefty tip because that's good manners 😤) It's seriously gotten bad enough to the point where you don't even carry anything in your purse anymore! (aside from your lip combo, of course 😝)
ʚɞ Like at this point the only reason you even bring your bag is just for the fit (😝)
ʚɞ Once, while you were getting ready to go out, trying to decide which bag would go best with your outfit, you call Jungwon for help
ʚɞ "Baby…" you call out to Jungwon and he pops his head through the door, looking at you curiously, "…Yeah?"
ʚɞ "which one do you think looks better? this one…." and you show off the tawny mini bag hanging from your shoulder
ʚɞ "Or…. this one?" and you quickly take off the first bag, place it on your bed and pick up a white clutch and turn towards him, waiting for his opinion
ʚɞ Jungwon chuckles lightly, a teasing smile on his face as he asks you, "What do you need it for though baby, I'm the one who's gonna be paying for it all anyway" and you cry out in indignation because yeah, it's true but that doesn't mean he has to say it! (😾)
ʚɞ "Eyy… come (Y/nnie) you know I'm just teasing, of course you need your purse—" and he uses this patronising tone, his eyebrows raised with false concern and empathy, "— to carry all the lipsticks i bought for you"
ʚɞ and this man starts cackling, like absolutely losing his shit dying of laughter
ʚɞ Meanwhile, you're just standing there, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish, struggling to form words, desperately trying to retaliate to the absolute disrespect
ʚɞ So you smack him in the arm. Hard. With your clutch.
ʚɞ "Wonie…" you whine, completely done with his teasing, "just tell me which one do i pick…"
ʚɞ and Jungwon stares at you with this faux serious expression on his face as he pretends to think about it, "Hmm…i think…." and he gets this mischievous little glint in his eyes as he looks at you with a playful little smirk, "…you should pick….."
ʚɞ "….me!" and he looks so goofy - legs bent and arms angled towards himself, posing exaggeratedly - that you can't help but start giggling as well, the irritation you felt earlier just flying right out the door
Ni-ki
ʚɞ Although from the outside Ni-ki may seem like a grump but really, he's just a big cutie whose favourite hobby is to dress his girlfriend up (🤭)
ʚɞ And hey, to be fair, you weren't going to complain, having the best boyfriend ever and a personal stylist too? Talk about having your cake and eating it too (haha. I'm jealous😒)
ʚɞ But seriously though, it's so adorable and endearing to see how much care he takes when picking out clothes for you, making sure that they're good quality and you feel comfortable in them, never pushing you to wear something out of your comfort zone (we love a man who pays attention 🙌)
ʚɞ And of course, whenever you two go out, you best believe you're gonna be the best dressed on the entire block (😝)
ʚɞ Most people find it a little surprising to the see the both of you together primarily because of your contrasting styles but you make it work
ʚɞ Of course that's not to say that the two of you didn't look good together, anyone who saw you would quickly realise that although your personal styles didn't exactly match, the contrast complimented your dynamics and brought a unique kind of balance.
ʚɞ It also helped that, more often than not, you were seen wearing pieces of chrome hearts jewellery, which were of course, stolen from yours truly (🤫)
ʚɞ And although at first, Ni-ki pretended to be annoyed about it, sulking and whining and pulling long faces, endlessly teasing you for stealing his "drip"; secretly he didn't really mind it all that much. Besides, it looked much better on you anyway.
ʚɞ And obviously, being the fashionable people that you are, even for light, casual dates at each other's place, the two of you would still be dressed to the nines
ʚɞ Why you may ask? Well to look good for each other obviously
ʚɞ It's actually cute how well you two match each other's freak 😝
ʚɞ daily fit pics are a REQUIREMENT. from both sides.
ʚɞ Originally it started off as a cute little habbit to stay in touch and offer glimpses into your lives but over time it's become something like a tradition in your relationship, one that neither of you are willing to let go
ʚɞ Eventually though, the daily fit pics simply turn into random updates on how your day is going — sometimes photos of your cat or of the small plants you were trying to grow in your room or other times of little crafts that you did throughout the day and still other times - and these were Ni-ki's favourite times - you would send silly selfies of yourself just for the sake of it
ʚɞ And this boy was so whipped for you that he even had a separate folder in his gallery specifically to store these silly, goofy photos of you - which he claimed were for blackmail purposes but really, it's because those silly photos of yours act as his daily source of serotonin
ʚɞ Not that you were any better, saving every single selfie he'd send in a secret little album in your gallery; at least he had some sort of excuse, what was yours? that your boyfriend was cute? (very valid reason tho, if you ask me 🫣)
ʚɞ It's honestly a little comical how whipped the two of you are for each other, to your friends at least (😆)
And that's a wrap!
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Slowly, Jay’s subconscious mind began to register the noise.
“Eh!” Taesan let out a grunt as he climbed up the bed. “Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!”
Oh, no. Jay groaned internally. Just ignore him.
“Daddy!” Taesan shook his dad’s shoulder.
If I just ignore him, he’ll go away.
But Taesan wasn’t ready to let go. “Daddy!!” He whined louder. “You promised we’d go to the zoo today!”
Jay grumbled lowly, “hm… Taesannie… it’s too early…” he buried his face into the pillow and pulled the blanket over him.
“But you promised!” Taesan pulled the blanket from him.
“I didn’t promise.” Jay’s voice was rough and sleepy.
“Yes, you did!”
“No…”
“Yes!”
Jay grumbled lowly, pulling the blanket over his head again. “Gimme 5 minutes.”
“No! I wanna go now!”
“Taesan…”
“Daddy.”
Silence fell over the bedroom.
Nice. If I just don’t respond to him, he’ll leave.
“Daddy?” He peeked through a small gap, laying his head on Jay’s pillow.
“Daddy?” He whispered. “Are you sleeping?”
“Mhm.” Jay confirmed, eyes closed.
“Really?” Taesan lifted the blanket up to look at his daddy better.
Jay responded with fake snores. Taesan laughed, “you’re not sleeping!”
Jay’s comical snores got louder. Taesan’s laughter warmed his heart. “You’re not sleeping!” He repeated, “you’re pretending, daddy, I know!”
“Daddy’s sleeping.” Jay murmured in between snores causing Taesan to giggle even more. “You’re not! You can’t talk when you sleep!”
“Hmm…” Jay rumbled, “daddy can do it… daddy can do everything…” he covered his eyes with his arm, trying to find a way to rest even if his son won’t let him.
Taesan pouted, “daddy, zoo!”
“Hmm… 5 minutes… give daddy 5… minutes…”
“Okey…”
Suprise flickered on Jay’s face. He lifted his arm a little to peek at his son.
Wow. He’s sitting on the bed and is waiting like a well behaved, good boy. His heart fluttered at the cute sight. An affectionate smile appeared on his face. He was so cute waiting for his daddy like that.
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“Done?” Taesan whipped his head to Jay to which he quickly covered his eyes. “Noo… 5 minutes are not over yet, baby.” Jay rarely called his son baby, but right now, at that moment, it felt just right. Taesan was his cute little baby. A little big now but still his baby.
“Oh- okey…”
“Now?”
“No, you need to count till-“ he paused, quickly doing the math with his sleep-fogged brain, “300.”
“300??”
“Mhm.”
“But that’s so many.” He pouted.
“Then you better start counting, baby.”
“No!” A sudden burst of energy filled him. He stood up on the bed and pushed Jay’s blanket off. “Get up! Get up! Get up!”
Jay moaned in a dizzy haze.
“Daddy! Now! Zoo! Zoo! Zoo!” Taesan pulled his arm and huffed at the weight, “up, daddy, up!”
He then took his hand, pulling him with all his strength. “Daddyyyyy!!!”
“Taesannie…” Jay murmured.
Taesan puffed, his daddy wasn’t budging at all. He clasped his daddy’s cheek with his tiny hands. “Wake uuuppppp!!!”
No reaction.
“Daddy?” He carefully lifted Jay’s eyelid with his thumb. Jay bursted out in laughter, “what are you doing??”
Taesan giggled, a little flustered, “I was just checking.”
Jay pulled his son down in his arms, snuggling him against his chest and pulling the blanket over them in one smooth motion. “Daddy, no! No sleep time!”
“Yes, buddy, sleep time.” He nuzzled his face in Taesan’s hair, “oh? You took a bath?” He asked, noticing the damp hair.
“Yes! Mommy said I should shower twice a day because it’s soooo hot! In the morning when I wake up and in the evening before bedtime!”
Jay hummed sleepily, “that’s smart. Mommy always says the smartest things.“
Taesan wiggled out of his arms, “let’s tell mommy!”
“What?”
“That you said that she always says the smartest things!”
Jay understood his attempt immediately and suppressed a smile, “you just want me to get out the bed, don’t you?”
Taesan giggled, “noooo~”
Jay reached out his hand to tickle his tummy, “you’re not sneaky. You can never trick your old man.”
His son giggled louder, his hands slapping Jay’s hand away, “stop!”
“You’re right, I should stop and sleep.” Jay turned on his side and covered himself with the blanket. “What?? Daddy. No!” Taesan immediately lifted the blanket up.
“Daddy had a long week, buddy. Let me sleep,” he protested without any real effort.
“No! I wanna.” He pushed the blanket completely to the side, revealing Jay’s body clothed in underwear only.
“Go.” He climbed on his naked torso.
“To.” He clasped his face in his hands.
“The zoo!” And wriggled his head.
And Jay let him do whatever.
“We will go.” Jay answered after a while of being shaken.
Taesan straightened up, “really??”
“Tomorrow.”
“DADDYYYY!!” Taesan’s shoulders slumped, “no! You said today!”
“I changed my mind.” Jay gazed at him lovingly yet tiredly.
“But you promised!” Taesan wrapped his short arms around Jay’s neck, nuzzling his face there. Jay patted his back. “I didn’t promise. I said we’ll see.”
“No! You said promise!” Taesan argued.
“No, buddy. I didn’t-“ he tried to explain calmly.
“Yes, you did! Yesterday, when we were eating dinner, you said ‘I promise, Taesannie, we will go to the zoo tomorrow and compare your neck size to the giraffes’! You really really said that! Believe me! I’m not lying! See! My nose isn’t long.” He pointed at his own nose.
Jay paused. Hm. That really sounded like him.
“Where are our girls?” Jay tried to subtly change the topic.
“Taking a bath.”
Jay brushed Taesan’s hair lovingly, “your mother takes care of you guys so well. She works so hard.” He murmured absentmindedly.
Taesan supported himself on his broad chest, “mommy says that about you, too.”
Jay’s heart melted, “yeah? She says that about me?”
Taesan nodded, “she says ‘oohhhh~~ daddy works so hard for us, and we should always respect him and take care of him and always shower him with love because he does so much for us’!”
Warmth spread in Jay’s chest, partly filled with affection, partly filled with guilt. He shook his head a little, blinking his eyes repeatedly, “that’s not true. She’s the one who does so much for us.”
Taesan, being the 5 year old little guy he was, wasn’t able to register the emotional weight of his daddy’s words and just shrugged his shoulders, “i don’t know. I wanna see the lions!”
He began to bounce on him, “zoo! Zoo! Zoo!”
Jay groaned, “Taesannie…”
Taesan stood up on his wobbly feet, Jay’s hand immediately shot up to support him.
“Zoo! Zoo! Zoo!” He jumped around on the bed as if it was a trampoline, accidentally stomping on Jay’s hand and stomach. “Zoo! Zoo! Zoo!”
Jay closed his eyes, his head spinning at the noise. Still somehow, he was enjoying it. His son’s noise made him happy.
“No, dad!” Taesan pulled his arm, “no sleepy time!”
Jay’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes still closed, “what did you just call me?”
Taesan giggled, knowing exactly what he did, “I meant daddy.” As he continued to giggle, he went to the end of the bed and lifted Jay’s leg. Well, it was way too heavy for him so Jay helped him a little.
“Up! Up! Up!” He bounced on the spot, leg in his arms. Jay grunted tiredly.
Suddenly, a bubbly little sound filled the room. “Uh- uh- uh!”
Father and son whipped their head at the sound.
There she was, the light of his life. Well, one of three. But definitely his cutest one.
Chaehee squeezed through the ajar door, crawling on all fours.
“Chae-chae!” Taesan called as he continued to bounce on the mattress. “Daddy is not waking up!”
“Bleb!” Chaehee babbled, supporting herself on the bed frame. She mimicked her brother’s movements, bouncing on the spot.
“Daddy, zoo! Zoo! Zoo!” Taesan continued with his chant, still holding on Jay’s leg and bouncing around.
“Oo! Oo! Oo!” Chaehee mimicked.
Jay rubbed his face with a frustrated laughter. “I can’t believe you guys…” he muttered to himself.
His mind wandered back to the days when he able to sleep as much as he wanted without getting interrupted. Those were the days… just him waking up to the most beautiful and peaceful view (you) after a stressful week.
But as much as he wanted to sleep in, his heart couldn’t help but squeeze at the current sight. He would always trade a peaceful morning with this. This was exactly what he needed after a stressful week.
“Zoo! Zoo!”
“Oo! Oo!”
Chaehee’s little, chubby hands grabbed at the sheets, whining and huffing. She wanted to join, but she was too tiny to climb on her own.
“Da!” She called for Jay. His eyes softened, “Help your sister, Taesannie, she wants to join us.”
Taesan hopped towards the side, kneeling on the bed to grab her arms and pull her up. He huffed, she whined. And just as she was about to lay on the mattress, his grip on her loosened. But luckily, due to his dad reflex, Jay quickly reached out his hand to help her up.
She immediately crawled towards him, babbling in her baby language. Taesan began to jump again which caused Chaehee to wobble and fall on the soft mattress multiple times. But Jay’s hand was hovering in the air the whole time, ready to protect her.
Just before she reached him, she tried to stand up, even admits the bouncy earthquake. If Jay could describe her with two words only, it would be fearless and bold.
Her shaky legs tried to straighten up, her squishy hands reaching out for him. “Da!”
Jay smiled at her with soft love in his eyes, “yes, princess, you’ve got this.” His tone was soft and high pitched, a tone he always used towards cute little creatures.
“Ba!” She babbled.
Plopp. Her bum landed on the mattress as she failed her mission to stand. She reached out for him, tiny body bouncing along Taesan’s commotion.
Jay pulled her in his arms and kissed her squishy, round cheek. “Good morning, my little love.”
“Da!” She giggled, drool forming on the corner of her mouth. He wiped it with his thumb, “did my princess take a bath? Hm?” He kissed her head, her hair damp and slightly curling at the end.
She suckled her thumb and shuffled closer to him, ultimately lying down beside his head. “Hmm… daddy missed you, too.” He kissed her nose, his hand wrapped around her tiny body, pulling her closer to himself. His other hand caressed over her dress, “you’re already dressed up? Hm? My baby looks like a real, pretty princess. So beautiful,” he smooched her round cheek, “so pretty.”
She giggled and hid her face in his neck. His heart swelled 10x bigger.
“Chae-chae!” Taesan knelt down beside her, “do you also wanna go to the zoo?” He asked as if she’d understand him. But for some reason Jay couldn’t explain, she did understand her brother. Maybe it was some sibling thing, but they always talked with each other in a way no one — not even the parents — could understand.
She nodded, “Oo!”
“I knew it! Look daddy! Even Chae-chae wants to go to the zoo!”
“Buddy, she doesn’t even know what the zoo is.”
“Yes, she does! Right, Chaechae?”
Little Chaechae cooed in agreement, “oo!”
Taesan took it as a confirmation to continue his bouncy protest, “zoo! Zoo! Zoo!”
Here we go again. Jay sighed internally. He really didn’t want to go out today.
Taesan grabbed Jay’s ankle, his jumps intensified, causing Chaehee to wobbly bounce on the mattress. Jay’s hold tightened around her a little body, but she had other plans. Through huffs and puffs, she started to climb on Jay. On his face, to be more specific.
She crawled over his face, her dimpled hands reaching out for the headboard. One tiny foot settled on the pillow, and the other— oof, right on his face. “Princess-“
But the world was too bouncy for her, so she plopped on his face right after. She huffed, climbing up once again. Her tiny foot now on his collarbone. Boing. She fell backwards on his chest, her feet flaring up and kicking against his nose and lips.
And Taesan? Taesan was determined to go to the zoo today. He wanted his dad to get up, now. And what did he always do in order to gain attention from his dad? Of course! Pull at his shirt! So what else could he pull when his daddy wasn’t wearing anything except for his underwear? Exactly! His underwear-!
“Daddy, let’s go-!”
“No-!” Jay quickly held onto his underwear within the speed of light. “Taesan-!”
“Chaehee!” He choked right after as the little one used Jay’s neck as a stepping stool. His hand flew to her chunky foot, her other foot landing on his eye right after.
“Kids-!”
No one was listening. He became a victim in his own house.
“What’s going on here?” You entered the bedroom, hands working on your earring.
“Mommy!”
“Bleh!”
You chuckled at the sight.
“Good morning, honey.” You laughed as you pulled Chaehee away who only whined for a short moment in your arms.
Jay sighed softly, a hand reaching out for a morning kiss which you gladly gave him. “Morning, love.”
Chaehee copied you, tiny lips wanting to kiss her daddy too as her chubby hands reached for him through a soft whine. Jay took her back in his arms, kissing her head and letting her kiss his cheek.
“You saved me, honey.” Jay huffed as he nestled Chaehee on his chest.
You laughed, “I’m glad.”
“Mommy!”
You hummed as you searched through your vanity drawer. It’s only then when Jay realized that you were also already dressed up, wearing makeup, even your hair was done.
“Daddy is not getting up!”
You hummed once again, “he will, honey, he just needs a little time in the morning, you know how he is.”
Taesan slumped over Jay’s legs, groaning.
Jay’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in suspicion. His hand tapped on his daughter’s back.
“Why are you looking so pretty?”
You giggled, “what do you mean? I thought I always look pretty.” Jay’s eyes widened in panic, “no! I meant why are you-“
You shook your head with a smile, applying lipgloss over your tinted lips, “I’m kidding, baby.” You turned around, shrugging your shoulders shyly, “it’s a little too much for the zoo, isn’t it?”
Jay’s eyebrows shot up. Huh?
“I guess I just wanted to make myself look a little nicer than usual, since… you know, it’s been a while you had a day off.”
“Daddy said we’re not going to the zoo.” Taesan announced dramatically.
Surprise flickered on your face. “Oh.”
Shit. Now he felt so guilty.
Jay sat upright, causing both of his children to fall off his body due to the sudden movement. “No, we can go!”
Chaehee climbed back on his lap as if nothing happened.
“Why don’t you wanna go?” A subtle pout formed on your shiny pink lips unconsciously as you sat on the bed beside him.
“He said he had a long week!” Taesan answered for him, frustrated, “he only wants to sleep all day!”
You nodded, “I see…”, rubbing your husband’s leg affectionately. “It’s okey, honey, you should rest.”
“No! He promised! He promised yesterday when we ate dinner! Do you remember, mommy?”
You looked at Jay, pursing your lips.
The guilty feeling spread out in his chest like wildfire.
Oh.
“Taesannie, it’s okey, daddy will take us to the zoo next time, okey? He’s tired from work, we should let him rest. How about we go to the park instead, hm?” You brushed Taesan’s hair.
Jay shook his head firmly, “no, honey, I’m fine. You’re already dressed up and got the kids ready, too. We should go.” He sat Chaehee on the bed and stood up.
You glanced up at him, “Jay, it’s totally fine. We can do this another time. You worked a lot the last weeks, you should rest. I’ll take the kids out.”
“No way.” Jay stood in front of you, his tousled hair and only underwear-clothed body a stark contrast to your put-together, styled appearance.
“Gimme 5 minutes.” He kissed your forehead, clasping your face. Then he leaned down to kiss your lips, your lipgloss transferring over on his lips.
“Are we really going??” Taesan stood up in disbelief.
Jay hummed, quickly pressing a kiss on his babygirl too as he went to your closet.
“Are we going because I told you??”
“Yeah… of course, buddy,” he passed by and ruffled Taesan’s hair, “and because your mother is just way too pretty to deny her anything she wants.”
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In another universe, Jungwon would be Jay’s child lol
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(박성훈) college au. professor!sunghoon × student!reader
“You’re mine now. . . My perfect little pet.”
synopsis: you are a university student completely obsessed with your professor, Park Sunghoon. From the very first lecture, you begin craving his rare words of praise. Soon you’re wearing tighter and shorter outfits just to catch his eye, all while secretly writing your most filthy and forbidden fantasies about him in your private notebook. Until one day, you accidentally leave that notebook behind and he finds it. Now Professor Park knows exactly how desperate you are for him — and he’s done holding back.
a/n: heyy!! this is my first post here, so I'm a bit nervous, but I hope you all like it. any feedback is welcome, I'd really appreciate it <3 happy reading.
You walk into the lecture hall on your first day of the semester and choose a seat near the exit because you’re not expecting anything special from an Advanced Ethics class—until the door opens and Professor Park walks in.
He looks almost too young to be a professor, yet he carries an intriguing air of authority. The moment he begins to speak, introducing the course in a low, calm voice, you’re instantly hooked. Something deep in your stomach twists with sudden heat.
You spend the entire class staring at him, barely able to take any notes. He doesn’t smile once during the introductory lecture, and there’s something magnetic about it. He doesn’t seem to care about being liked by his students—he’s simply there, doing his job with strict discipline.
You’ve never been attracted to a professor before, but there’s something about him that captivates you instantly. Maybe it’s the way his biceps flex when he gestures while explaining something, or the fact that he seems almost too cold and professional.
By the end of the class, you feel an intense wave of jealousy over the measured praise he gave to other students. You want him to praise you. You want him to notice you. You want to be his favorite student.
Later that same day, back in your dorm, you make your first diary entry about Professor Park:
"Today I met Professor Park and my God, he’s so attractive. The way his thick eyebrows furrow when he’s explaining something… it honestly got me a little wet. I’m going to try to get his attention in the next classes."
You start sitting in the front row from that day forward, taking real notes and listening attentively to everything Professor Park says.
Throughout the week, you write more entries in your diary:
"God, the way his voice drops when he’s explaining something… I keep imagining him using that same low tone while he tells me exactly what to do on my knees. His hands look so big, with those long fingers. I wonder how they would feel gripping my hips or squeezing my thighs…"
"I want him to bend me over the desk after everyone leaves, lift my skirt, and fuck me hard. I’d stay so quiet for him… or maybe he’d fuck me even harder if I moaned his name out loud? Either way, I just want his cock to stretch me open."
By the end of the first week, he already knows your name because you answer a question correctly in class, where he simply replies with a neutral "Correct," but it’s enough to make your stomach flip.
Still, you want more. Knowing your name isn’t enough — you need all of his attention. So you decide to try something new in the second week.
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You wake up earlier to put extra effort into your makeup and outfit. For your first attempt, you go for something natural — soft mascara, a light blush, and a touch of lip gloss. You pair it with a blouse with a subtle neckline and a medium-length skirt that falls just at your knees.
Sitting in the front row, you raise your hand several times, making intelligent and well-thought-out comments because you actually studied for it. When you do, you receive a "Good point" from him, accompanied by a small approving smile. It’s enough to make your heart race.
In the next class, you try a bolder look — eyeliner, a proper lipstick instead of gloss, and a bit of contouring. He glances at you during the lecture, but he doesn’t compliment you. His expression remains neutral. When you make another smart comment, he simply nods. The conclusion is clear: he prefers the natural look, so that’s what you stick with.
Now it’s time to experiment with clothing. The following day, you wear a revealing outfit — a blouse cut low enough to show your collarbones and a shorter skirt that reveals your thighs. Professor Park’s eyes linger a little longer on your cleavage and bare thighs. It’s not obvious, but you notice. Cleavage and shorter skirts seem to work better, so you start leaning into that.
You keep pushing yourself — spending hours studying, pouring everything into every assignment, arriving early to class in hopes of catching a moment alone with him, craving his praise like it’s oxygen. With each passing class, your blouses get tighter and your skirts get shorter, exactly the way he seems to like.
Your efforts are paying off. His compliments come more frequently now — "Well argued" and "You captured the theme perfectly" — making you press your thighs together under the desk.
During one lecture, you participate actively, offering solid arguments and sharp answers, earning even more praise from Professor Park. When the class ends, he stops beside your seat. His gaze drops to your breasts for half a second before returning to your face.
"You’re showing great improvement," he says.
It’s enough to leave you soaked.
That night, your diary entry is filled with need:
"He looked at my tits today. He really looked. God, I want him to praise me while he wraps his arms around me and squeezes me so tight I can barely breathe. I’d call him Daddy so easily — actually, that’s what I’m calling him from now on. I want to be Daddy’s favorite. I’d let him fuck my ass if that’s what it takes to be his good girl."
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After your morning class, you’re walking down the corridor when you spot him near the faculty offices, carrying a tall stack of papers and wearing glasses. Now you have a new fantasy — getting fucked by him while he’s wearing those frames.
You quicken your pace, pretending to be focused on something on your phone, and then "accidentally" drop your notebook right in front of him. "Oh no…"
You quickly drop to your knees, letting your short skirt ride up even higher. The view you give him is perfect: you on your knees, looking up with a submissive gaze, lips slightly parted, your breasts nearly spilling out of your low-cut blouse.
His crotch is right in front of your face. The fabric of his pants stretches tightly over the heavy outline of his bulge, the thickness clearly visible. This is exactly what you would see if you were sucking his cock. The fantasy of pulling that thick cock out and taking him down your throat while looking up at him with innocent eyes makes you shiver.
Professor Park makes no effort to help you up. He towers over you, his thick eyebrows furrowed in a rare expression of surprise on his usually neutral face. "Are you alright?" he asks.
Your eyes travel from the bulge right in front of you up to his face. You pick up the notebook and look up again from that perfect blowjob angle, whispering softly, "Yes, Professor. I’m just so clumsy sometimes."
For half a second, his gaze drops — taking in your glossy lips so close to his groin, the way your skirt has ridden up, and how your breasts look even more prominent from this angle. He clears his throat and forces his attention back to your face. "Be more careful next time."
You smile sweetly and finally stand up, tugging your skirt down even though it barely covers anything. "Thank you, Professor Park."
Your panties are soaked and your mouth is watering, the image of his bulge so close to your lips still burned into your mind.
He gives you one last lingering look before walking past you. If he had stayed even a second longer, you might have noticed the growing, hardening bulge in his pants.
That afternoon, you write in your diary:
"Holy fuck, I was literally on my knees right in front of him, exactly like I would be if I were sucking his cock. I wanted him to pull it out, grab my hair, and make me take every inch of that heavy length down my throat. I’m so wet just remembering how tall he looked standing over me. Please, Daddy… notice how desperate your good girl is."
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As the students begin to leave when the class ends, you deliberately take your time packing your things, hoping for another interaction with Professor Park. It works. He starts walking toward your seat and stops beside it.
"Miss, stay after for a moment," he says.
"Yes, sir," you reply. Your mind immediately wanders — imagining him locking the door, bending you over the desk, his strong arms pinning you down while his cock finally stretches you open as he calls you his "good girl."
Once the last students are gone, you walk up to him on shaky legs, your panties soaked and your nipples hard, clearly visible through the thin fabric of your tank top.
"Yes, Professor?" Your voice is soft and innocent, but your heart is pounding as hard as your clit. Please, touch me. Fuck me right here. I’ve been such a good girl for you, Daddy. The words echo loudly in your head.
His eyes meet yours before slowly drifting down, scanning you from head to toe. "I’ve noticed how much you’ve improved this semester, so I was wondering if you’d be willing to help one of the students who’s struggling. Sharing notes or a few short tutoring sessions would help a lot."
The disappointment hits you like a punch. You’re standing here dressed for him, dripping wet and trembling with need, and he’s asking you for academic favors. No locked door. No biceps wrapped around your throat while he fucks you hard. Just tutoring another student. "Of course, Professor Park. I’d be happy to help."
He gives a small nod. "Thank you. I’ll email you the details. Keep up the excellent work."
You linger for a few more seconds, hoping he’ll say something else, but he simply turns his attention back to the papers on his desk — clearly dismissing you.
While waiting for the email he mentioned, you write in your diary:
"He asked me to stay after class and I swore this was finally going to happen — that he was going to fuck me mercilessly on his desk, choking me between his biceps and calling me his good little girl, his desperate pet. But nothing happened and fuck, it’s driving me insane. I’m dressing like a slut for him and he still stays so cold and professional. Luckily, I don’t give up easily."
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You arrive early and take your usual seat in the front row. As soon as the lecture begins, you pull a cherry lollipop from your bag, unwrap it slowly, and bring it to your mouth. At first it looks innocent — but you make sure it’s anything but.
You suck on it gently at first, your tongue swirling around the shiny red head, then take it deeper, hollowing your cheeks slightly. Your eyes stay locked on him the entire time — watching the way his muscular arms move as he explains the material, the serious tone of his voice, and the way his thick eyebrows furrow in concentration.
Every time he turns toward your direction, you push the lollipop in and out between your lips in slow, suggestive movements, imagining it’s his cock instead. He pauses mid-sentence for half a second as his gaze fixes on your mouth, then smiles — flashing those sharp canines. Holy fuck. Your pussy throbs at the sight.
Feeling bold, you don’t stop. You lick the lollipop from base to tip with long, wet strokes of your tongue. Every time his eyes meet yours, you suck it deep while keeping eye contact.
When the lecture ends and most students leave, he looks straight at you while you’re still sucking on the lollipop and packing your things. "Miss, a word, please."
You stand up quickly and walk over to him, pulling the lollipop out slowly with a wet pop as you reach his desk. Your lips are glossy and shiny as you smile sweetly. "Yes, Professor?" You slip the lollipop back into your mouth while you wait for him to speak.
This time he doesn’t even try to hide it. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, then to your breasts — your hard nipples clearly visible through the thin tank top, no bra as usual. "Your latest essay was…" His eyes finally return to yours, a small mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Incredible."
"Thank you, Professor," you reply softly, matching his mischievous smile. "I’ve been working really hard to be your best student."
He nods. "Good. Keep it up and you’ll certainly become my favorite."
You give the lollipop one final slow lick while looking him straight in the eyes, then turn to leave, swaying your hips in those tiny shorts. You can feel his gaze burning into you the entire way out.
That night, you write in your diary:
"Fuck, the way he stared at my mouth while I was sucking that lollipop… I bet he was imagining how my lips would look wrapped around his cock. I wanted him to grab my hair and shove himself down my throat right there in front of everyone. Daddy looked so tense today, but he still praised my academic effort again. I feel like I’m getting so close to finally making him snap."
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The class starts as usual, with you sitting in the front row, paying close attention to Professor Park’s lecture as he discusses the topics in that controlled, precise tone.
In the middle of the lecture, Ni-ki — the guy you’ve been tutoring — leans over from the seat next to you and whispers in your ear, "Hey, are we meeting again today?"
You smile at him and nod, leaning in closer on purpose because you know Professor Park is watching. "Yeah, already missing me, Nishimura?"
Ni-ki stays close, chatting quietly with you while the class continues. You smile widely and laugh at everything he says — he’s so funny and goofy. "We can review that part after class if you want," you say sweetly, loud enough for Professor Park to hear.
Sunghoon’s reaction is subtle but noticeable. His jaw clenches, one thick eyebrow lifting for half a second as he watches the two of you. He pauses mid-sentence when he catches Ni-ki staring at your breasts, then continues with a noticeably deeper, colder voice. When his eyes meet yours again, there’s something different in them. Jealousy.
"Concentrate, please," he says to the entire class, but his gaze is locked directly on you.
After class, when most students have left, you stay behind, pretending to organize your notes. Professor Park walks over to your seat and stops right beside you, towering over you with his arms crossed over his chest. His biceps strain against the sleeves of his shirt.
"Miss… I appreciate you helping Ni-ki, but I’d prefer if tutoring sessions stayed professional and outside of my lecture time."
You look up at him with feigned innocence, biting your lower lip. "I’m sorry, Professor. I was just trying to help like you asked… I really want to be useful to you."
Those words make his cock twitch inside his pants.
"That’s fine, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your performance," he replies. "You’re one of my best students. I’d hate to see that change." He lingers for a second longer, staring at you, before stepping back.
"One of." That’s not enough. You want to be his favorite. The only one.
That day, you write:
"He was jealous today, it was so obvious. Daddy didn’t like me giving attention to another guy and fuck, that’s so hot — it left me soaked. I wanted him to snap right there, drag me to his office, put me on all fours and fuck me stupid. I need him to claim me, ruin me, remind me who I belong to. Please, Professor Park."
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Another class ends. This time, you don’t wait for everyone to leave so you can have a brief moment alone with Professor Park. In a rush to meet your friends at a nearby café, you end up forgetting your notebook on the desk — the one filled with all your filthy thoughts about him.
Professor Park is packing up his things when he notices the forgotten notebook on the seat where you sat during class. He picks it up, planning to return it to you next lecture, but decides to open it first to check for a name — just to make sure it’s yours. His eyes scan the first page, then the next, and the next.
"Today I met Professor Park and my God, he’s so attractive…"
"I want him to bend me over the desk after everyone leaves, lift my skirt, and fuck me hard."
"I want to be Daddy’s favorite. I’d let him fuck my ass if that’s what it takes to be his good girl."
"I wanted him to grab my hair and shove himself down my throat right there in front of everyone."
He freezes, jaw clenched tight, every muscle in his body tense as he keeps reading. Page after page of your explicit fantasies — the way you teased him with the lollipop, dropped to your knees in front of him, wore shorter and shorter skirts with tighter blouses, all of it deliberately done to provoke him.
With every new entry, his cock grows harder, throbbing painfully against the confines of his pants.
You only realize you forgot the notebook when you’re already halfway across campus. Panic floods through you instantly — every filthy thought, every "Daddy," every explicit fantasy is written in there. Your stomach twists at the thought of someone finding it and reading everything. You run back to the lecture hall as fast as you can.
When you arrive, the door is slightly ajar. Peeking inside, you see that Professor Park is still there.
Breathless, you push the door open. His eyes lock onto yours the second you step inside. The air feels thick, heavier than ever. His gaze is different now — darker, more intense, hungry. In that same instant, you know you’re fucked.
"You forgot this," he says in a low, serious voice. A cruel smile plays on his lips as he holds the notebook out toward you, but he doesn’t let go when you try to take it.
"Interesting reading…" He flips through the pages again and reads one of the entries out loud. "Please, Daddy… notice how desperate your good girl is." Then he lets out a low, mocking laugh — clearly amused by how desperate you sounded in those notes.
Your face burns with shame. The words get stuck in your throat. What excuse could you possibly give when everything is written so explicitly? "Professor… I—"
He closes the notebook with a sharp snap and pins you with a piercing stare that makes your entire body shiver. "We’ll discuss this later. In private."
He finally releases the notebook. The moment it’s in your hands, you turn and flee as fast as your trembling legs can carry you.
The rest of the day is pure torture. You can barely sleep that night, your mind racing with every possible consequence — and every possible thing he might do to you.
Later that evening, your phone vibrates with an email from him.
My office. Thursday, 4:30 PM. We need to discuss the contents of your notebook.
— Sunghoon Park.
On Thursday, you spend the entire day getting ready. You wear the tightest tank top you own — thin enough that your hard, needy nipples are clearly visible — paired with the shortest skirt you’ve ever worn, one that barely covers the curve of your ass.
At exactly 4:30 PM, you knock on his office door, your heart pounding so hard you feel dizzy.
"Come in," he says from inside.
You open the door slowly. There he is, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his broad chest, jaw clenched, a malicious smile on his lips and a hungry look in his eyes as they rake over your body from head to toe. The cold, professional mask he always wore in class is gone, replaced by something much darker.
"Lock the door and sit down," he orders, leaving no room for argument.
You obey with trembling hands, locking the door before sitting down, pressing your thighs together. You can already feel your panties getting wet. For a few long seconds, he just stares at you, his gaze lingering on your hard nipples straining against the thin fabric.
When his eyes finally meet yours, he speaks. "You wrote about wanting me to bend you over this desk. About my arms suffocating you. About calling me Daddy. About dressing like a desperate little slut just to get my attention."
You feel exposed, vulnerable, and shamefully aroused, your pussy throbbing.
"I didn’t… I mean, I—" The words die in your throat as he steps closer, towering over you.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been to stay professional?" he growls. "Watching you in class every day in those tiny skirts and tight tops. Reading how badly you want me to claim you."
Before you can respond, he grabs your waist and lifts you effortlessly onto his desk. His hands grip your thighs, spreading them so he can step between them.
"Professor Park…" you whimper, your voice trembling with need and nervousness.
He kneels in front of you, eyes locked on yours as he pushes your skirt up and pulls your panties to the side, exposing your needy, dripping wet pussy. The first touch of his hot tongue against your folds makes you gasp sharply.
"Oh God—" you moan, gripping the edge of the desk.
Sunghoon eats you out like a starving man — with long, slow licks from your entrance to your clit, then sucking hard on the swollen bundle of nerves. Two long fingers slide deep inside you, curling perfectly to stroke that sensitive spot while his tongue works relentlessly.
"Sunghoon, fuck— that feels so good," you whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair. "I’ve waited so long for this…"
He growls against your pussy when he hears you moan his name so casually. The vibration sends shivers through your entire body. His fingers pump faster and deeper as he sucks your clit into his mouth. The pressure builds quickly until you cum hard, thighs trembling around his head, loud moans ripping from your throat as you soak his chin and the desk beneath you.
When he finally stands up, his lips are glistening with your juices. He’s breathing heavily, the massive bulge in his pants straining painfully against the fabric.
"Please, Daddy…" You spread your legs even wider, eyes glassy with tears of frustration and pleasure. "I need your cock. Please, fuck me."
Sunghoon steps forward, pressing his clothed erection firmly against your soaked entrance and rubbing slowly. You moan softly, rolling your hips against him desperately, chasing more friction, but he pulls away again.
"I’m not reckless enough to fuck you in my office," he groans, clearly fighting for control. "No matter how badly I want to bury myself inside this needy little pussy."
You let out a pathetic whine, eyes pleading. He leans in close, gripping your jaw firmly with one hand.
"Tonight. My apartment. 8 PM. If you want me to fuck you properly." He pauses, his voice low and dark. "I’ll send you an email with the address."
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You arrive at his building exactly at 8 PM, wearing the sluttiest outfit you own. Your pussy is already dripping down your thighs by the time you knock on the door.
Sunghoon opens the door dressed differently from usual — a simple black shirt and gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his hard cock.
"Come in," He orders and you obey, the door closing behind you with a heavy click.
The second you step inside, his reserved professor mask finally shatters and he snaps.
He grabs you by the waist and slams you against the wall, his grip so strong it will definitely leave bruises. "You have no fucking idea what you’ve done to me," he growls, pressing his erection hard against your stomach. "Reading page after page of you begging to be my little whore. Calling me Daddy while thinking about my cock."
You moan, arching into him desperately. "Please… I need it. I’ve needed your cock for so long."
He spins you around and bends you roughly over the back of the couch. Your tiny skirt rides up, exposing your bare, dripping pussy — you didn’t even bother wearing panties. His large hand comes down hard on your ass, making you cry out.
"Look at this desperate little cunt," he says, stroking the spot he just spanked. "Dripping all over my floor." Two thick fingers slide through your folds and push deep inside you without warning. You scream, pushing back against his hand as he fingers you hard, curling his fingers against that sweet spot while his thumb circles your swollen clit.
"You’re tighter than I imagined," he groans, pumping faster. "All those weeks teasing me in those tiny skirts and tight tops… you’re going to take every inch of Daddy’s cock tonight."
He pulls his fingers out, yanks your top up to free your breasts, and spins you around to face him. Before you can say anything, his mouth crashes against yours in a hungry, demanding, almost desperate kiss — his tongue pushing past your lips to claim you completely.
You melt into him, moaning into his mouth while grinding against his hard cock. When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and you’re panting.
He walks you backward toward the bedroom, still kissing you between steps, until the back of your knees hit the bed. Sunghoon throws you onto your back, pulls off his shirt, and shoves down his sweatpants — finally freeing his cock that springs out, thick and rock hard with pulsing veins along the shaft. Your mouth waters at the sight.
He climbs on top of you, grabs your thighs and spreads them wide. Without any ceremony, he lines up and thrusts deep inside you in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt in your soaked pussy. "Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight."
Then he starts fucking you hard — deep, merciless thrusts that make the bed creak and his heavy balls slap against your ass with every stroke.
You’re completely lost in it, moaning like a whore because he’s so big and the stretch is overwhelming. "Your cock is so big… you’re stretching me so good."
He leans down and kisses you again, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you. His muscular body pins you to the mattress, his heat and weight dominating you the best way possible.
"You’re mine now," he growls against your lips. "My perfect little pet. This pussy belongs to me now."
Sunghoon presses one hand firmly on your lower belly and starts fucking you with slow but incredibly deep strokes. His cock is so long and buried so deep that you can clearly see the bulge moving under your skin with every thrust.
"I can literally see my cock bulging your tiny stomach. Feel that?" He thrusts harder, pressing down so you can feel the head of his cock pushing against his hand through your body.
You nod, sobbing with pleasure, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Yes, I feel it. You’re ruining my pussy, Daddy. I’m so full."
"My cock is bigger than your little womb can handle… but you’re still taking every inch like a good girl," he groans, almost hypnotized.
"Please, don’t stop," you beg desperately, voice breaking. He fucks you even deeper, one hand still pressing on the bulge in your stomach while the other pins your wrists above your head.
The pressure becomes unbearable until you can’t hold back anymore. You cum hard, screaming as your pussy clenches violently around his cock, squirting while he keeps fucking you through it. The sight and feeling push him over the edge too. He buries himself as deep as your body allows and fills you with thick, hot ropes of cum, groaning loudly as he empties himself inside you.
He slowly pulls out of you, his cock glistening with the mixture of both your cum. You’re panting, legs still trembling from the intense orgasm, when suddenly he flips you onto your stomach without warning. He grabs your hips and pulls your ass up, putting you on all fours.
"Arch your back," he orders. "I want to fuck you like the desperate little pet you are."
You obey immediately, arching your back deeply and presenting your wet, swollen pussy to him. This position leaves you completely at his mercy as his tall, muscular frame towers behind you.
He leans over you, one hand sliding down your spine until he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you up so your back is pressed against his chest. With the other hand, he turns your head to the side and kisses you deeply. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming every inch while his thick cock teases between your ass cheeks.
You moan into the kiss, melting under him. "Daddy… fuck me harder," you beg breathlessly against his lips.
He kisses you even more aggressively, biting your lower lip before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Open your mouth."
You obey without hesitation, sliding your tongue out slightly. Sunghoon leans over you and spits directly into your open mouth — a thick string of saliva landing on your tongue.
You moan pathetically and swallow it all. "Thank you, Daddy…"
"Good girl," he praises with a wide smile, then spits into your mouth again. "Now take my cock."
He pushes you back down onto the mattress, grips your hips with both large hands, and thrusts into you with one brutal stroke. The new angle lets him bury every thick inch even deeper, stretching your tight pussy to its limit.
"Fuck!" you cry out, fingers gripping the sheets. "You’re so deep like this… Oh my God."
Sunghoon starts fucking you hard, his hips slamming against your ass with loud, wet slaps that push your body forward with every thrust. His thick cock rubs against your cervix and every sensitive spot inside you — the obscene sound of your soaked pussy getting fucked filling the room.
He keeps one hand on the back of your neck, pressing your face into the mattress while the other spanks your ass hard in time with his thrusts, leaving red marks on your skin. "Take it," he groans. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked like a bitch in heat by your professor."
"Yes, yes, Daddy." you moan loudly, pushing your hips back desperately to meet his rhythm. "Fuck me harder… I love being your little slut."
He leans over you again, chest pressed against your back, and continues pounding into you mercilessly. Every thrust makes your ass ripple and your tits bounce beneath you.
Sunghoon reaches around and grabs one of your breasts roughly, pinching your nipple without slowing his punishing pace — his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every stroke.
"You’re so fucking tight like this," he growls against your ear, biting your shoulder. "This tiny pussy was made for my cock."
You’re sobbing with pleasure, completely lost in how deep and hard his huge cock is fucking you. "I’m gonna cum. Sunghoon, please... can I cum?" you beg, voice breaking.
He slaps your ass hard again, making you squirm under him. "Cum on my cock like a good girl."
You scream into the mattress as your inner walls clench violently around him, the orgasm hitting you violently. He doesn’t slow down — he fucks you straight through it, chasing his own release.
Until he buries himself to the hilt and fills you with another huge load, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside your pussy in heavy spasms.
You’re still trembling and leaking his cum when he pulls out and suddenly flips you onto your back so he can look at your ruined body and flushed, wrecked expression. "On your knees," he commands, his voice low and rough.
You obey instantly, like you always do. Sunghoon reaches over to the nightstand where he keeps his satin ties and grabs a couple. "Hands behind your back, pet." He ties your wrists securely behind you and then binds your ankles, leaving you completely helpless on the bed.
The silk bites into your skin just tight enough to make you fully at his mercy. When you test the restraints and realize you can’t escape, a needy moan escapes you.
"Look at you…" he says, slowly stroking his cock, which is already rock hard again. "All tied up and dripping for me. Exactly how a desperate little slut should be.:
You whimper, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Daddy, please..."
He lets out a cruel laugh, then grabs you by the hair and drags you off the bed to the large full-length mirror on the bedroom wall. He positions you on your knees right in front of it, facing your own reflection. "Eyes open," he whispers into your ear. "Watch what I do to you."
You stare at the obscene image in the mirror: your wrists and ankles bound, your skirt bunched uselessly around your waist, tits exposed, and your face flushed with lust.
Sunghoon kneels behind you, his muscular body making yours look tiny. He yanks your head back by the hair and thrusts into you with one brutal stroke, burying his cock to the hilt.
He starts fucking you hard, deep and punishing thrusts that jolt your bound body forward. His biceps flex as he grips your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with every stroke. The mirror shows everything — your tits bouncing, your face twisted in pleasure, and his body dominating you from behind.
"Fuck, look how well your tight little pussy takes me," he groans. One hand wraps around your throat while the other arm snakes around your upper body. He pulls you back against his chest, smothering you between those massive biceps while he keeps thrusting. Your vision starts to blur from the overwhelming pleasure as you gasp for air, forced to watch yourself being destroyed in the mirror.
Sunghoon unties your ankles and in one smooth motion stands up, lifting your body like you weigh nothing. He presses you against the mirror, your tits and cheek smashing against the cold glass as he enters you from behind again.
The mirror fogs up with your hot breath while he fucks you relentlessly. "You teased me for weeks," he growls in your ear, one hand still gripping your throat. "Now you get to watch yourself get fucked like the whore you are." His hips slam against your ass with loud, wet smacks, his cock driving incredibly deep in this standing position.
You cum hard, screaming as your pussy squirts around his cock and your legs shake violently, but he doesn’t stop. He pulls out, spins you around, and lifts you onto his cock, impaling you completely again. His strong arms do all the work, bouncing your bound body up and down on his thick shaft.
"Beg for it," he demands.
"Please, Daddy, cum inside me again," you sob desperately. "Fill your good girl up… I need it so bad."
He buries himself to the hilt one final time and floods your pussy with another massive load, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum until it overflows around his cock and drips down your ass.
Still buried deep inside you, he carries you back to the bed and sits you up on the edge of it, standing in front of you. "Open that pretty mouth. Time to clean Daddy’s cock and get your throat fucked."
He doesn’t wait for you to do it. He simply grabs your hair and slaps his cum-covered cock against your tongue a few times before shoving it straight down your throat. You gag hard, your eyes watering instantly as he forces his thick length past your gag reflex.
"That’s it, swallow it all, you filthy little cocksucker," he groans, starting to thrust deep and steady.
You gag and drool uncontrollably, thick strings of saliva running down your chin and dripping onto your tits and thighs. Glk- glk- glk. The obscene sounds fill the room as he fucks your face mercilessly.
You pull against the restraints around your wrists, trying to escape while moaning around his cock. When he pulls out briefly to let you breathe, you gasp desperately. "I’m your dirty little whore, Daddy."
He groans and thrusts back in, fucking your throat harder and faster while holding you in place. Tears stream down your face, but you keep looking up at him submissively. Finally, with a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt and cums straight down your throat. You swallow every drop like the good girl you are, coughing and gasping for air when he finally pulls out.
Sunghoon releases the restraints from your wrists and sits on the edge of the bed, his cock still hard and glistening, slapping against his stomach. He pulls you onto his lap, gripping your hips possessively. "Get on top, baby," he says, his voice low and rough. "I want to watch you ride Daddy’s cock."
Even though you’re trembling and completely wrecked, you obey. You straddle him, align his cock with your soaked entrance, and sink down slowly, moaning loudly as he stretches you open again. "Fuck… Daddy, you’re so deep like this," you moan, bottoming out with a shaky breath.
Sunghoon leans back slightly, supporting himself on his hands, his thick dark eyebrows furrowed as he watches you. One large hand immediately slides up to your breast, squeezing it hard while his thumb brushes over your sensitive nipple. "Ride me. Show me how badly you wanted this."
You start moving, rolling your hips and bouncing on his cock. He slaps your ass hard. SMACK. the sharp sound echoing as your flesh jiggles. "Faster," he demands, slapping the other cheek even harder. "Don’t be shy. Fuck yourself on me like you wrote in that dirty little notebook."
You ride him harder, your tits bouncing wildly in front of his face. He leans forward and catches one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his other hand keeps spanking and groping your ass, occasionally spreading your cheeks so he can feel how tightly you’re stretched around him.
"Oh my God, Sunghoon!" you moan loudly, head falling back. "Your cock feels so good… I love your cock. Please, spank my ass harder!"
His big hand comes down again and again, turning your ass red while his other hand kneads and pinches your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. The mix of pain and pleasure makes your pussy clench around him.
"Look at you… bouncing on your professor’s cock like a whore. These pretty tits are mine." He squeezes them together, burying his face between them, biting and sucking marks into your soft skin.
You’re losing control, riding him relentlessly while grinding your clit against his pelvis with every bounce. "I’m gonna cum, please. Can I cum?" you beg.
He slaps your ass one more time, hard enough to make you scream, then grips your hips tightly and starts thrusting up to meet you. "Cum," he growls against your chest. "Cream all over Daddy’s cock."
You scream loudly, your body shaking violently as your pussy clenches and squirts around his thick shaft. Sunghoon doesn’t stop — he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, spanking your ass and playing with your bouncing tits until he groans deeply and buries himself inside you, pumping another thick load into your already overflowing pussy.
Sunghoon gently rubs your wrists and ankles before lifting your trembling body along with his and carrying you in his arms to the bathroom.
Under the hot streams of water, he presses your body against the tiles, pinning you there. "Can you take one more? Just one more for me, hm? I know you can, baby…"
You nod quickly. "I can."
He lifts one of your legs, lines himself up, and slides back into your sore, dripping pussy. The water cascades over both of you as he fucks you deep and steady, one thick arm wrapped loosely around your throat from behind while his other hand gropes your breasts and rubs your clit.
"You’re such a messy little whore, but so good for me," he whispers in your ear, thrusting harder. "Still leaking my cum down your thighs."
"Yes, I’m yours," you whimper, pushing back against him. "Fill me again, please. Breed me. I want to be yours forever, Daddy."
He pins you harder against the wall until you cum again, moaning his name. With one final deep thrust, he groans and releases inside you once more, making the mixture of cum and water run down your legs.
Sunghoon turns off the water, dries you carefully, and kisses every mark he left on your body. He carries you back to the bed and pulls you into his arms, cuddling you against his chest.
"You were incredible tonight," he murmurs softly, stroking your hair. "Such a good girl for Daddy. You took everything so well."
You nuzzle into him, your voice low and exhausted. "Thank you, Daddy… I loved every second. I’m yours now."
He massages your sore wrists, thighs, and neck with gentle, careful hands, then brings you water and holds the glass while you drink. He cleans between your legs again with a warm cloth, kissing your forehead the whole time.
"Stay here with me," he whispers, wrapping you in those strong arms. "Rest, baby."
You fall asleep feeling safe and warm in his arms, completely owned, satisfied, and already dreaming about the next time.
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You wake up slowly, your body sore and marked — your thighs sticky with dried cum, your throat still a little raw. You smile to yourself like a lovestruck idiot, then slip out of bed wearing one of his dress shirts that you stole from the chair in the room.
You walk toward the kitchen, following the smell of fresh coffee. He’s standing at the counter, so you quietly approach from behind and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his back.
"Good morning…" you murmur, kissing his back softly. "Thank you for last night. I can still feel you everywhere."
Sunghoon doesn’t turn around immediately. He stays still for a moment, then lets out a low, cold laugh that makes your stomach twist.
He finally turns, wearing that same reserved, stern expression he used during lectures as he looks at you like you’re something both pathetic and mildly amusing.
"You’re already acting clingy?" he says, his voice low and cruel. "One night of getting your holes ruined and you think you can play housewife?"
Your cheeks burn, but you still try to be sweet, pressing your body against his and rubbing your hard nipples against his chest.
"Sorry… I just feel so close to you right now," you whisper softly, looking up at him with big, adoring eyes. "I love being your good girl."
He reaches out and grabs your chin roughly, forcing your head back with a firm, almost painful grip. "Look at you," he says mockingly. "So desperate and sweet in the morning. You were screaming like a whore last night, begging Daddy to fill your insides with cum… and now you’re cuddling up to me like a lost puppy?"
Before you can respond, he releases your chin and turns back to the counter as if you don’t even deserve his attention. But you keep trying, stepping forward again and wrapping your arms around him from behind. "Please, Sunghoon… I really like you. It’s not just the sex—"
"Enough," he interrupts sharply. He turns again, grabs you by the waist, and easily lifts you onto the kitchen counter, spreading your legs. The shirt rides up, exposing your bare, still-swollen pussy. "You’re not going to play sweet and domestic after writing page after page about wanting to be my personal cum dump."
"But… I want to make you happy," you say softly, your voice trembling.
He leans in close, trapping you on the counter. "Then stay quiet and keep that little cunt ready for whenever I want it," he says coldly. "Sweetness doesn’t suit a desperate pet like you. Now spread your legs wider and stop pretending you’re anything more than my dirty little secret."
He delivers a hard, cruel slap directly to your clit, making you gasp. Then he steps back, leaving you sitting there exposed, dripping, and aching on the counter while he casually drinks his coffee.
diet pepsi ⸺ camp counselor!jay (sounds to scenes collection)
( ★ ) ⸻ jay spent the entire summer pretending that he wasn't into you. ignoring every single one of your advances, because it made sense. you were younger. he was leaving. it just wouldn't work out. avoiding you just made the most sense. until he's letting himself slip on your last night together and he's quickly realizing that he's made a huge mistake.
۶ৎpairing: mentor!jay x mentee!reader ۶ৎgenre: heavy angst... smut. summer camp au. age gap (reader is 18, jay is 24). established relationships. ۶ৎtw: smut (mdni!) descriptive making out, loss of virginity, mutual pining. unexpected heeseung closure. fingering, dry humping. slight dirty talk. unresolved feelings. cortis!martin makes an appearance. bnd!jaehyun. car sex. subtle masturbation (m.), relationship ending. gone the next morning... post sex abandonment? unprotected sex (not in this economy pls). ۶ৎwc: 16.5k+
⸻ playlist | diet pepsi. addison rae, bound. the ponderosa twins plus one, late night talking. harry styles, electric love. borns, love grows (where my rosemary goes). edison lighthouse, tenerife sea. ed sheeran, perfect places. lorde, bad habit. steve lacy, get you. daniel caesar ft. kali uchis, summertime sadness. lana del rey, vienna. billy joel, the scientist. coldplay.
by the time the sun was setting, camp barely looked like camp anymore. the campers that had spent the past three months running from cabin to cabin had been picked up hours ago. said cabins cleaned up and empty, ready for the winter that slowly crept around the corner. the lake was still. for the first time all summer, there wasn't a schedule to follow, no activities, no headcounts. no one asking where the arts-and-crafts supplies were. you and the eleven other counselors were the only ones left, closing out the summer with a well deserved bonfire barbecue.
martin, sakai and jaehyun dragged picnic tables to the beach before setting the folding chairs up to surround the fire, while jungwon set up his speaker, viv and lex arguing about whose playlist should be shuffled. the smell of charcoal hung heavy in the air as heeseung started up the grill, expertly cutting thick pieces of beef while brin stole bites directly off the serving tray.
he's rolling his eyes the third time her tongs chase his, “those are for everybody,” he grumbles, she nods with a grin – pushing a big piece past her lips. “mhm!” she's reaching for another piece, but he's nudging her away with his hip. she easily reaches around him, popping the pork into her mouth before he can steal it back. “brin.” he tries to sound stern, but the natural softness of his voice never leaves him. “you've eaten like a full cow by now,” he jokes and she grins wide up at him, shoulders lifting in a shrug.
“put more on,” she says simply.
mindless chatter is heard all throughout the beach, a red solo cup clutched in every hand. sunoo is stationed behind a folding table he deemed the bar, two coolers hidden underneath filled with juice and several bottles that had been hidden for the better half of the summer and an obnoxious amount of fruit. mia argues as he hands her drink over, “you shouldn't eyeball vodka,” she nags and he's snorting out a laugh. “it literally won't matter in ten years, just drink.” he encourages, repeating what had become his mantra these last few days.
and no matter how scary that sounded, he was right. all the moments that seemed huge, everything that made you cry, smile, laugh – most likely wouldn't even matter ten years from now. but that's what made every last moment that much more special, what made the goodbyes that you all knew were looming that much more devastating. because despite promising to stay in touch, you all knew that this was all temporary and in ten years, everything would be so different. you all would be completely different.
you sit close to the fire with the other girls as the chaos settles, slowly rotating a marshmallow over the flames. the heat warming the bare skin of your thighs left by the dress you picked this morning. subconsciously putting more thought into your appearance, knowing what tonight meant. it was the last night, yes, but it always was a last chance. so you’re choosing the strapless dress that hugged your frame, a bright orange with pretty pink flowers scattered over it, the colors seeming to pop against your sun-kissed skin.
you hoped you looked as pretty as you felt and that a certain someone took notice, the moment he's drifting into your thoughts – your eyes shift to where he stands. leaning casually against one of the surfboards, head tipped back as he laughs at something jungwon said. jongseong park. jay. you remember reading his name on the welcome sheet on your very first day, the man in charge of the music lodge and all of the instruments inside. your mentor for the next three months and the man who you'd be replacing at the end of the summer when he left for grad school.
that's what he was introduced to you as, but after meeting him, after spending every single day with him for the last ninety-two days, he had become so much more. he was funny, smart, kind, generous and extremely talented. the kids loved him, looked up to him and he gave them a good reason to with how patient and encouraging he was with every last one of them. he was an all around good guy and him being without a doubt the hottest guy you've ever laid eyes on only added to that.
jay was sexy without even trying to be, from his facial expressions to the way his fingers moved over the strings of his guitar, everything he did seemed to draw you in. and god you were so bad at hiding it. from day one, you couldn't keep your eyes from finding him in the crowd, couldn't mask the insistent blush of your cheeks or the way giggles would slip past your lips before you could even think twice.
and the craziest part of all of it, was that he also seemed interested in you. you never missed the way the touches would linger, the way his eyes would drop to your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. you've even caught him watching you from the pier one night when you and the other girls went out for a late swim. but you never once made a move, just treaded dangerously close to the line and it all but drove you insane.
“you're drooling,” you hear from beside you and your body startles, nearly dropping your marshmallow into the fire. viv laugh besides you, leaning into your shoulder as she does. you can already feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “no i'm not,” you uselessly defend and she nods as if she actually believes you, “why don't you go say something?” brin makes an attempt at whispering, leaning across viv to look at you.
you feel the anxiety blooming in your chest before she's even finishing her sentence, “are you crazy!?” while you were like 89% sure jay also thought you were cute, there was still that 11% chance that he was just being nice. and you were terrified by that 11%. viv lifts her drink to her lips, taking a big gulp of it before she's setting in the sand, deciding she was done with it. “he leaves tomorrow... forever.” she reminds with a pointed look. “and then in ten years, none of this will matter...”
as if he could sense he was being talked about, jay's eyes drift in your direction. not even half surprised that he caught you and the other girls staring, it sort of been the theme of the summer. and the way he wiggles his fingers in a slight wave makes everything worse, because you're gasping, marshmallow actually hitting the ground as laughter erupts between your friends.
the night stretches just like that, conversations bouncing between you, drinks and food being passed and lingering stares between you and jay that everyone else pretending they didn't notice. by the time the sky was dark and the stars were twinkling, everything seemed to settle. the feeling of finality that everyone had been avoiding thickening with each flicker of the fire.
“i can't believe i won't be back here next year,” heeseung says, earning a chorus of loud eye rolls from each of you. he's only mentioned it a trillion times in the past three months. “oh my god, wait! it's your last summer!?” lex fakes a gasp that has laughter spreading, heeseung lifts his middle finger in her direction while brin slaps at her shoulder playfully. “cut him some slack, he's been here since they filled the lake.” she teases.
jungwon is quick to interject, a smirk playing on his lips. “nah, that was jay. he poured the water in himself, one cup at a time,” he punctuates his words with a tip of his own cup, letting the last few drops of his liquor hit the sand. “seriously, though, we're going to miss you guys.” sakai starts and you can already hear the quiver in her tone. “it's going to be so weird not smelling brin making bacon before sunrise, or hearing jay fighting with the kids for hiding his drumsticks, no more heeseung waking us up past midnight for ramyeon...” her lips form a pout before she can even finish her thought and you're reaching over to hug her.
“aw.” martin coos, setting down his drink before clapping his hands together. “think tonight calls for some goodbye speeches,” agreement is immediate and it's not long before brin is standing. she talks about her love for the camp, when she started and how close she's become with every one of you, highlighting funny moments, sad ones and ones that she swears she'll never forget. heeseung follows, starting with “i can't believe this is my last summer...” and ending with the same words, head shaking.
jay stands next and you feel the way your heart flutters for no good reason. his hand rubs at the back of his neck, teeth tugging at his lower lip as he fought to put the right words together. he looked handsome, face lit by the fire, hair dyed blond after losing a dare to one of the campers on the first week. it suited him. “i hate public speaking,” jungwon leads the chorus of boos that follow his words, pulling a laugh from him which seems to ease the tension between his shoulders.
he continues on despite the thump in his chest, despite knowing you're sat less than a few feet away, watching him. “honestly, this place has been home for a long time. i started when i was seventeen?” he ignores the groans that come from the group, out of all the counselors, he's been there the longest and he never let them forget it. “get off the stage, unc!” jungwon shouts, hands cupped around his mouth.
jay's eyes drift from the lake, over to the music lodge sitting at the edge of the camp, back to the friends he's grown closer to every summer. and then to you and the way you smile at him has him losing his train of thought for a full three seconds. “seriously, though, i've spent almost every summer here and i thought that would make leaving harder but it isn't. of course, i'll miss the campers, you guys and obviously my music room, but...” his eyes are back on yours and everyone notices the way his gaze, “i think the reason it's kind of easy is because i know everything i love is being left in good hands,” exaggerated gasps are heard around the fire.
jay does his best to ignore them, eyes never breaking from yours. his gaze said everything he had been swallowing for the past few months, mixed with the regret of not having the courage to make a move sooner. stood in his own way each and every time. “yn, i'm so relieved to know you'll be the one replacing me. you're so good with the kiddos, you're smart, funny... patient and creative... way more organized that i've ever been. thank you for making leaving a little bit easier, i appreciate you,” an unmistakable blush has settled on his cheeks and he's moving to sit, “and you look pretty in all your dresses,” the words are jumbled together, alcohol giving him just enough courage to mumble what he had been thinking every morning you walked into the music lodge.
the silence lasts for less than a second before obnoxious cheers erupt through the group. “better late than never!” jaehyun whistles, while sunoo claps wildly beside him. apparently, he had mentioned it to everyone but you the way they were reacting like it was this long awaited thing. it was. you ignore the flutter in your chest long enough to thank him. you can't stop replaying the last three words of his speech: 'all your dresses'. all like every one of them? which meant he had noticed every one. and he thought every one was pretty.
and he waited until the night before he was leaving to say something about it. bittersweet wasn't even the word.
the rest of the evening passes in a blur. all of your crowded around the fire, reminiscing and sharing secrets. it has the expected warm feeling the end of summer would, but you can't seem to fully enjoy it with the way your eyes keep drifting to jay. as the hours tick on, the group starts to break apart around the beach. heeseung and martin had volunteered to get more drinks and jay had hopped up to help, since then the three of them had been seated at the table a few feet away. they're talking quietly but you don't miss the not so discreet way one of them would point in your direction.
viv and mia only make it worse, shoving and hitting your arm wildly when jay finally stands to head toward the coolers. “okay, okay. go now.” you hear one of them say, nearly shoving you off of your chair. and you don't miss the kissing noises they make as you're walking away.
the coolers sit near one of the set up of kayaks that jaehyun swore he'd get put away before sundown. it was ten pm. jay is already crouched beside one when you approach, pushing aside melting ice as he searched for another drink. “hi,” your heart is pounding so rough against your chest, it's all you can muster. you catch the way his hand stills, body stilling for just a second before he's shaking it off – pulling two wine coolers from the ice before standing to face you. he hands one over with the prettiest of smiles.
“hey.” he says through one of his nervous laughs you've gotten so familiar with.
“i liked your speech,” it's all you can think of saying because it's all you can think about. his gaze drops to the sand, a hand lifting to rub at the back of his neck. and for the first time all evening, all summer even – jay actually looks embarrassed. the past three months, you've been the one blushing, the one caught staring, you've been so sure you've been making a fool out of yourself with your loud crush. when it reality, he's been noticing you this entire time too. he was just so much better at hiding it.
his shoulders lift in a slight shrug, “i was just being honest.”
“honest? you were flirting with me,” you accuse playfully and that has his cheeks going pink. “oh my god,” he laughs and it's a real pretty one, it has a smile lifting on your lips almost immediately. his eyes find yours for a moment, but he's quickly finding something else to focus on. and then he's slowly coming back, allowing himself to actually look. his stare is so intense that it has you shifting, searching for something to say, anything to fill the silence. your lips part, but he's beating you to it. “i meant it. i really like you, yn. but...”
he's getting ready to reject you, you can just tell. jay didn't like loose ends and despite all the quiet glances, subtle flirting that you're now just realizing was flirting, he was still leaving in the morning. he was starting a whole new chapter of his life and there could be no maybes left behind. so he needed a clean break. you're interrupting him before he has the chance. “and you said i was pretty in all my dresses. you know, i knew you were staring every morning... you'd always act like you were look at your bon jovi poster,”
jay is letting out a low laugh, “it's a nice poster!” he defends. “but yeah, it was you.” it feels so weird to say out loud, he had been so careful all summer and admitting that he had been admiring you this whole time didn't feel like him. “you looked good in every one. extremely distracting by the way.” he's twisting the cap off of his drink as he speaks, taking a long sip from it.
and you realize why he's not holding back anymore, the semi permanent flush of his cheeks and glossy look in his eye. “every one?” you prompt with a grin, following his lead and taking a sip from your drink too.
he nods without a moment of hesitation, “all of them.” the confidence in his voice catches you off guard, because this was jay we were talking about. the same jay that spent three months carefully putting distance between you every time you got too close. who would find excuses to rush away whenever you'd start flirting with him. the same jay who'd look away whenever you caught him staring, spouting off nonsense facts about bon jovi instead of saying what he truly wanted to.
that jay was looking at you through hooded eyes, gaze dragging over the curves of your body. and a lazy smile stretches on his face that makes your stomach twist. he's nodding his head as if he's confirming a question he had asked himself. “yeah, all of them.” he says quietly. “the long blue one with the slit on the side,” your lips part slightly, the exact morning flashing in your mind. it was only the third day and he called you in early to do one final sweep before the campers were arriving later that day. you remember just throwing the dress on, annoyed that you were up before sunrise when everyone else was sleeping in.
“you remember that?” he's nodding before you're even done speaking. “yeah, you wouldn't stop giving me attitude all day.” he's laughing with a shake of his head. he's taking a step closer, turning so he's facing you fully and you feel your stomach twist. “the white one you wore to the talent show,” he continues, lip tucked between his teeth. he had stood on the other side of the room the entire show, barely speaking two words to you when it was over.
“and...” his head tilts slightly, eyes dragging over you in the way that makes it so painfully obvious that he's been forcing himself not to look at you all summer. he's grinning. “the short orange one you're wearing now,” you actually feel the way your brain short-circuits, eyes wide as your jaw drops. it's usually the other way around, you coming onto him and him ignoring you. so now that the roles were reversed, you have no idea what to do with yourself.
“okay, stop.” you're laughing, hand lifting to slap his shoulder. “what? i can't compliment you? you compliment me all the time.” you shake your head quickly, “tit's different when you do it. especially now.” you point out and jay goes quiet, because he knows you're right. it is different. everything is. summer was over, all the campers were gone, he was leaving tomorrow morning and everything just felt... heavier?
before either of you can say anything else, a scream cuts across the beach. both of you turn at the sound to find sunoo pealing his shirt from his body, sprinting toward the water. “LAST SWIM OF THE SUMMER!” he shouts as he runs. chaos breaks out within seconds, your friends abandoning their drinks and kicking off their shoes. shirts and shorts fly through the air as they reveal the swimsuits they'd been wearing all night.
the firelight flickers across the beach as everyone runs toward the lake. viv jumps on jaehyun's back, his hands clutching her thighs as he runs. jungwon, martin, sakai and lex have already started climbing up a nearby cliff. mia and heeseung are in search of a beach ball. it's so obvious that everyone was trying to drag out time, trying to cram in as many 'lasts' as they could before morning was rolling in and all of this was ending.
you're smiling, gaze shifting back to jay. and you find him already look at you, he smiles brightly before tapping his bottle against yours, tipping it back and swallowing the rest down. you do the same. his head tilts toward the lake once you're finished, brow lifted slightly. “race you,” he's running off before you can even register what he's said, bottle ditched somewhere in the sand and you're quick to follow behind him.
jay's laugh is loud and unrestrained as he runs into the water, pulling his shirt over his head in the process. you've never heard him laugh like that, ever and it's incredibly contagious. your dress joins the liter of clothing at the shoreline as you rush in. the lake is freezing and you're squealing the second it hits your legs. jay turns to face you, he's already fully submerged himself into the water and he's reaching a hand out to you.
“you gotta jump right in,” you've been saying that to him all summer. the irony is funny to you. still, you take hold of his hand and he's easily tugging you toward him. the two of you float there, treading water and staring at each other. it's like he was getting in all the looking he had missed out in the past months. “what?” you're laughing and he's shrugging his shoulder slightly. “just remembering...” you hate the way his words make you feel. you don't want to think about it being the last night, or all the time wasted. so you splash him instead, a hard wave that soaks his hair. jay's laughing, hand pushing his hair back out of his eyes to see that you've swam away and he's quick to swim after you.
you're swimming right through the middle of the impromptu game of water volleyball, jaehyun deciding you're apart of his team and sending jay to join heeseung's side. sunoo teases mia about winning now that they had you and she had jay, she rolls her eyes before roughly serving the ball. it hits jaehyun in the chest and viv shouts from the pier for you all to be careful with her man, brin laughing beside her.
across the lake, jungwon, martin, sakai and lex have made it to the top of the cliff. their voices echo as they argue about what actually counts as a flip. martin deciding to shut them all up by launching himself off of the rock, body flipping naturally in the air whooping loudly just before he's hitting the water with a loud splash and lex follows behind him, looking less graceful but gaining a supportive chant from the girls when she resurfaces.
the game of volleyball melts into a shouting match after the first three rounds, arguments about points that nobody had been even keeping track of in the first place, sunoo swearing that he didn't cheat and heeseung and jay going back and forth about something neither of them seem particularly passion about. the beach ball floats away forgotten by both teams.
eventually, you're paddling your way back toward the dock, pulling yourself up beside viv and brin. water drips from your legs as you stretch them out in front of you, back laying against the warm wood. viv immediately scoots closer, grin wide as her eyes drift to where jay and heeseung fight to pull each other under the water. “so,” you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. “does he like you? does he want to kiss and get married and have five kids?” she's asking and you're barking out a laugh.
“yeah, right.” you roll your eyes. “we didn't say much, really. just that he liked me dresses.” you catch the way brin rolls her eyes, letting out a soft huff. “he's hopeless,” she sighs, but is quickly moving to change the subject, pointing across the lake as sakai shoves jungwon into the water before jumping off behind him. “can you believe she's going to be in charge next year?” brin had spent the past three months training sakai on how to run this place and come next year, she'd be the new head counselor.
viv is shaking her head, “wild. this is the same girl who faked pneumonia to get out of cooking duties, by the way.” you're snorting out a laugh. “i'm going to miss this,” the admission settles between all three of you. waking up and not have your friends right outside your door, no more staying up late to watch the stars. this place somehow became home without any of you noticing and in less than twelve hours it all would be over.
the dock shifts slightly, a large splash following and the sound of jaehyun's laughter. viv is rolling her eyes, kicking her foot out to him but instead of hitting him, he's catching it by the ankle. he's tugging her slightly, earning a swift kick with the other leg. he's laughing. “come here,” his thumb traces her ankle, hand slowly dragging up her calf. “i'm having a conversation,” viv says, gesturing between you and brin.
jaehyun is shrugging quickly. “you can have it in the water,” his fingers tighten around her leg, a sly grin spreading across his lips and anyone can guess what he's thinking. “jaehyun, don't.” he's looking up at her, mischief dancing through his eyes. “what? i'm just touching you. i love you. i can't touch you?” they're ignoring the gagging noises that come from beside them just like they always do.
“i can feel you–” she is not even able to finish her sentence before he's yanking his arm toward him, successfully pulling viv off of the dock and into the water. he catches her instantly, arms around her waist as her legs secure themselves around his waist. “say bye to your friends,” he says already swimming further into the water.
a few feet away, heeseung is waving both his arms in your direction. “are you two planning on sitting there all night?” he shouts with his hands now cupped around his mouth. “maybe!” you're shouting back and he's quickly shaking his head, waving you both over. “get in the water!” brin is quickly pointing at you, despite the fact her legs and hair were still dry. “she doesn't want to,”
“what!? you're still dry,” you point out. she's rolling her eyes, slipping in just as heeseung has started swimming over. you follow behind her. the group gathers together slowly, floating in the middle of the lake as conversations overlap. you're all drifting between each other, talking about plans for the next few weeks, sharing excitement for next year, worries. jungwon's group eventually get their fix of cliff diving and join the rest of you in the water. lex puling herself comfortably on sunoo's back, reaching forward to steal his drink. mia starts another argument this time with sakai about who slept in the most.
and somehow in the midst of all of this, you end up beside jay again, without even fully realizing it. at least that's what you tell yourself when your shoulder bumps against his. one moment, he's laughing at something heeseung says, the very next you're stealing his attention away, in your tiny yellow bikini that barely covers yours ass. he knows. he checked.
you're so close to him, but you're completely enthralled in conversations. laughing loudly and engaging freely. your legs brushes against his whenever a soft wave rolls through and each time neither of you move away or say anything about it. you don't realize that the two of you are floating away at first. you were listening to the others, jungwon's laugh carrying across the water as martin exposes him for never really being on duty.
their voices come and go with the ways, but slowly it seems like they're fading into the background. you shift onto your break, letting the water hold your weight as you stare up at the twinkling stars scattered across the sky. jay stays close to you, tanned skin glistening in the moonlight. his hair is wet and slicked back, dark eyes sparkling as he watches you.
“you stare a lot,” you're pointing out with a laugh.
he's quick to nod his head, not even bothering to deny it. his hands find their way underneath you, floating uselessly beneath your back as if he's holding you up – but not actually touching you. just looking for excuses to be close to you, to touch you. even if it was through the water. “you're so different tonight, i'm not used to this jay.” you're saying after a minute and jay's gaze is dragging up to your eyes.
“am i?” he's asking like it's not the most obvious thing. “yes. you're actually looking at me, complimenting me, not rushing away when i get too close. where was this all summer?” besides the time the two of you spent working together in the music lodge, there were very few times where you were alone. no matter how much you wanted to be. “i was trying really hard to be professional. i'm your mentor.”
“not anymore,” you're quick to point out and you notice the way his eyes drag down the line of your neck to to the swell of your breasts all the way down to the curve of your waist. his eyes catch the gold jewelry that dangles from your navel before he's snapping his eyes back up to yours. “not anymore,” he repeats with a nod. you feel the way the palm of his hand grazes your thigh as he floats closer to you.
you're sure the pounding in your chest can be heard by your friends on the other side of the lake. you try to appear as composed as possible. “so, what else have you been keeping to yourself?” jay's lips shift into a smirk, head tilting to the side slightly. of course you want to know what he's been thinking about you since he was first meeting you. and he's kept his cards so close to his chest up until now, it was only fair. “you want the whole list?”
your head tilts so your able to look at his face fully, eyes wide. “there's a list?”
“a long one,” he's nodding quickly. “like how cute i think you look biting your lip when you play the piano. the way i admired how easily you were able to bond with the kids in our class...” he's actually searching his mind for more things to tell you and you find that unbelievably adorable.
but still, something about all of this just doesn't sit right by you. “why'd you wait so long to say something?” he's letting out a soft sigh, stepping back slightly as his hand rubs at the back of his neck. “i'm leaving in the morning, yn. and i'm not coming back. i mean, i liked you from the start but it didn't seem smart to start something with you i knew i wasn't going to be around to finish.” it made sense. he wasn't coming back, this was his last summer before he went to start his life in new york or california or wherever life took him. this was his past now.
“and i knew you had a crush on me too, it just didn't seem fair.” he's explaining with a sigh and you're nodding, because he's right. you hated to admit it, but he was right. now you knew, though. and you still had the rest of the night. there was no sense in moping around about the fact that this would be the last time you'd see each other when you could be reveling in the time you still had.
you're shifting in the water so you're upright again. “you know, i really thought i was embarrassing myself all summer. turns out you were crushing on me just as bad,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him that has him smiling. “no, you were.” he's clarifying and you reach over to slap at his chest. “i was not! you kept a mental inventory of my dress collection,” you're pointing out.
“yeah, but i was subtle. you knocked over an entire box of guitar pics when i touched your hand,” the memory makes him smile, you were wearing a green halter dress than, hair pulled into a sleek bun. and you smelt like caramel. “okay, but-” you try to defend yourself, but he's interrupting you. “and let's not forget the time you spilled juice in your lap when i sat by you,” white dress with red and pink flowers all over it. it was ruined. rip.
you embarrassed yourself in front of him more times than you could count and there was denying that, so you don't try to. “you know what,” you're grumbling, hands pushing the water hard enough to send a large splash toward him. it hits him directly in the face, soaking his hair all over again. and you don't miss the dangerous smile on his lips as he reaches up to wipe the water from your eyes, you're already swimming away before he's opening them.
“oh, you're done.” you hear from behind you and you make the mistake of looking back, catching the way he dips under the water. he's scarily fast. you're letting out a squeal as you rush away from him. he's laughing at how easily he's able to close the distance between the two of you. and you hate this version of him. no, actually that was a lie – you hate how much you like this version of him.
this is the jay everyone else around you apparently knew about it. the one that wasn't watching every word or always stepping back. he was no longer trying so hard to keep up with this stiff image of himself, he was just being. and you hate that it took until the very last day for you to finally experience him this way. you're laughing so hard you can barely defend yourself, screaming when jay is finally catching you. “jay!” you shout as he's easily lifting you over his shoulder and tossing you behind his back into the water.
you're resurfacing quickly, jumping onto his back without a bit of hesitation. jay stumbles forward, laughing as you wrap your around his shoulders trying with all your might to get him under the water. “i'm going to fucking drown you,” the threat comes between laughs, ruined by the fact that you're barely even able to move him. “you?” he says amused, a large hand lifting to wrap around the arm you've got around his neck. “are we sure about that?” the confidence in his voice should've been your warning, but you barely have time to question it before he's shaking you off and right back into the lake.
you're bobbing to the surface with a gasp, shoving wet hair from your face as your eyes find jay standing across from you. he's bent over laughing so hard he's basically wheezing, eyes shut as he clutches his stomach and you're taking the chance. you're jumping on him before he can react, sending both of your bodies under the water. you're quick with swimming to the surface, coughing and laughing as jay wipes water from his eyes. “get over here,” his laugh follows his words, and you're instantly swimming away.
you hear the water shifting behind you. way too fast. and you're swimming straight for the rocks, planning on getting out of the water entirely and getting away from him on foot, but you're barely able to touch them when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. he's pulling you toward him swiftly, your spine colliding with his solid chest – hands braced on the rocks in front of you. you were literally trapped between a rock and a hard place. “i warned you,” his voice is right beside your ear and you're suddenly becoming painfully aware of how close you were.
you can feel the way his breathing has changed against your back, hands dropped down to your hips as he holds your body against his. his grip tightens for half a second as another wave rolls between you. you feel him shift behind you, pulling you close and you're gasping when you realize what he's doing. your ass is pressed right against his crotch, his stiffness pressing against your ass. his head tilts slightly, a hand lifting to push your hair off of one shoulder. “done running from me?” he mumbles but you can't even form a proper sentence right now.
you're nodding, breathless, pulse is racing and slowly you're turning around in his arms, hands landing on his shoulders. he looks like he's ready to devour you. hair dripping into his eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes slowly drinking you in. and for once, he's not looking away when your eyes meet. instead, he's moving in closer. your bodies shift until your back is pressed against the rolls and there is no where else for you go besides into him.
his hand lifts from your body, finger latching onto the front strap of your bikini – right between your breasts. he grins at the sound of your breath hitching, the soft gasp you let out when he's tugging you toward him. the water ripples, your chest hits his and he's backing you back against the rock before his leaning down. you can almost hear his resolve snap before his mouth finds yours and you're immediately melting into it.
overhead, jungwon is launching himself off of the cliff after successfully convincing his group to climb back up. his body rotates easily through the air, the best backflip that he's all summer and he can hear the cheer of his friends as they look up at him. and then he's catching movement, seconds before he's about to hit the water. it's you and jay, further from the rest of the group still. standing a bit too close.
he's eyes are widening when jay is lifting his hand, finger hooking into your bikini top and tugging before he's tugging you toward him. “no way,” the words leave his lips just as he's hitting the water, the splash that follows is huge but he can't even reveal in that as he fights to the surface. he swims to the edge of the lake, pulling himself out of the water as he shoves his wet hair from his face. eyes finding the two of you again, still very much kissing. and when he reaches the top of the cliff again, you're in the same spot.
martin is still standing near the edge of the cliff, sakai trying to convince him to belly flop. lex spots jungwon first, brow furrowing. “you said last jump, why you back?” he nearly slips as he rushes toward the edge of the cliff, pointing aggressively down at the water. “look.” martin follows the direction of his finger, sakai tilting her head to the side as she squints and lex crouches down slightly.
“oh my god.”
jay's groaning against your mouth and the sound shoots straight through you. his mouth moves over your swiftly, tongue pushing it's way past your lips. your brain is reeling, completely drowning in the taste of him. everything in the background just ceased to exist, you were no longer worried about tomorrow, or next summer or even your friends that were right behind you. all you could think, breathe, feel was jay.
your mouth tastes like the blueberry wine coolers you've been drinking, you smell like caramel the way you always do, and the way you feel against him is enough to drive just about anyone insane. your arms are around his neck, chest pressed to his and head tilted as your tongue is rolling into his mouth. he doesn't miss the soft whine you're letting out, the sound muffled by his mouth but his dick responds anyway. pressing firmly against you, you're shifting closer.
jaehyun sits on the dock, hands spread out beside him with viv perched between his legs. she's droning on about her new campus and her new roommate that she was so excited to meet. he's half listening, but his attention seems to drift across the water. a habit he's picked up throughout the summer, sort of like canvasing. checking where everyone had ended up, what you're all doing.
brin is floating in the water by heeseung, talking about their first summer here... six years ago. she had these atrocious bangs and braces, he still hadn't even grown into his nose. it was crazy how to two of them grew up. mia and sunoo sit at the edge of the water, legs kicking in front of them as sunoo gushes about finally being reunited with his boyfriend back home.
jungwon, martin, lex and sakai are still on that damn cliff, but instead of doing flips like they had been all night, they're crouched down staring below them. jaehyun follows their gaze and he's nearly falls over when he's seeing what they see. “oh, no way.”
“baby, i'm telling you a story.” viv says from between his legs, turning to look at her man who was clearly no longer paying attention. his hand reaches for her jaw, turning her head in the direction of you and jay. she's gasping, moving quickly like the queen of gossip he knew she was. she's waving her arms dramatically trying to catch mia's attention and it takes less than a few seconds before she's looking over.
'what?' she mouths and viv is pointing in your direction. her eyes land on the two of you instantly and she's grabbing sunoo's arm, pointing across the lake. sunoo is letting out a loud gasp, leaning forward like he's about to charge right over to you. mia is holding him back just in case. “heeseung,” jaehyun is whisper-shouting, catching the older boy's attention pretty quickly.
'look at jay.' he mouths and heeseung's brows are furrowing before both him and brin are turning around. the grin that spreads on his face can only be described as proud. finally. after three months of pining, finally. he has to hold back from applauding his friend.
jay moves like he's been starving for this. hands dropping to your thighs and squeezing roughly until you're taking the initiative and climbing onto him, legs wrapping easily around his waist. he's sucking your lip into his mouth, teeth grazing it as he presses his hips forward, effectively pinning you against the rocks. your hands have made their way into his damp hair, tangled in the strands.
neither of you have any idea that all of your friends bought front row tickets to your first kiss and it's evident in the way jay is shifting his hips forward, half hard cock pressing against him and you're pressing down just as hard. he's humming out a moan and you feel it throughout your body, heat pooling between your legs. his fingers spread against your skin, slowly sliding up your thighs.
you're pulling back just enough to catch your breath, a soft laugh falling from your lips at the dazed look in his eyes. cheeks flushed pink beneath the moonlight, lips swollen from the kiss, chest rising and falling unevenly. droplets of water fall from the hair that covers his forehead. he doesn't say anything, just stands there taking you in. the sight alone has another giggle falling from you lips and that has his gaze dropping to your lips. he's leaning in again before he can think twice about it.
“let her breathe, let her breathe!” sunoo's voice echoes across the lake and you feel jay's body go rigid against you. his eyes squeeze shut as if he's suddenly remembering where he is and the fact that it wasn't just the two of you out there. “that's it! get your man!” mia is whooping, lifting her drink the air as she cheers for you. your shoulders shake, a horrified laugh escaping you as your forehead falls onto jay's shoulder. the sound is quickly swallowed by the shouts that come from your friends.
jay is letting out a low breath through his nose. his head lifting toward the sky for a second with a shake of his head. and when he's looking back down at you, this is the first time you've ever seen him have his composure rocked. usually so calm and careful, but here he looked almost boyish? obviously blushing as the teasing from your friends filled the air. his hands stayed resting on your thighs the entire time, holding your body close to his as jungwon shouts about having seeing it happen first.
“this is so beautiful!” sakai shouts from the top of the cliff, leaning on martin as tears well in her eyes. clearly more emotional about leaving camp than she let on. martin wraps an arm around her waist before leaning forward where jay is able to see him. “look what y'all did! you made kai-baby cry.” he points down at the girl in his arms who also cried after seeing all the beds made this morning.
“kiss again!” jaehyun is shouting from the dock, earning a supportive whistle from viv. the group erupts at the suggestion, childishly chanting 'kiss' as jay stands there mortified. and you think it's hilarious, he looks so cute embarrassed, trying to hide the fact that his heart wasn't pounding and despite how badly he wanted to kiss you, he was all of a sudden feeling shy.
“come on, the first one didn't count!” brin is shouting through the chants. “how would that not count!?” jay shoots back, finally turning back to look at your friends. his reaction only fueling their chants and you can practically feel the heat coming off of him now. they're all a perfect orchestra. heeseung leads the chants, hands cupped around his mouth as cheers for another kiss. lex is leaning over the edge of the rock, sending exaggerated kissy faces your way. and brin is holding her hands up, making them kiss as her lips pucker.
and despite how desperate jay looks to escape their attention, you're addicted to peer pressure. a laugh slips past your lips as your hand is reaching down, fingers pressing against his jaw gently – just enough to turn his head back toward you. the shouting gets louder instantly. you're leaning down against instantly, mouth slotted against his and he's letting out an involuntarily groan at the feeling. the cheers that follow are obnoxiously deafening and it has your laughs dying against jay's lips.
the cold of the lake slowly becomes unbearable and one by one, you all begin making your way back toward the shore. the like that had been full of shouting and splashing just minutes ago is now quiet behind you, water still. wet footprints trail through the sand, towels stolen and half finished drinks recovered from where they had been abandoned hours ago.
you're settling in front of the fire with jay who swiftly positions himself behind you. the fire crackles in front of you, casting a warm light across the campgrounds. hair and body still wet, but you're settling further into jay's chest until going to find a towel. he doesn't seem to care much either, arm looping around your waist as he holds you close to him.
neither of you seem particularly interested in talking about what just happened, instead you just smile way too wide each time your eyes meet. you can hear brin from across the grounds, hair wrapped in a towel and a large hoodie covering her frame. she's rubbing at her stomach as she speaks. “i'm starving!” heeseung snorts as he walks past, his wet swim trunks in hand a pair of dry short hanging loose on his hips. he's digging through the coolers, without even looking up.
“we still have a bunch of meat left. should we kill it?” he suggests and brin's body immediately perks up. “say swear,” she says, taking quick steps to where he stands. he's letting out a soft laugh, pulling two unopened packets of pork belly from the ice with one hand, three packets of brisket in the other. “swear,” brin is squealing, reaching up to take the packets in hand. “see? this is why you're my favorite.” she says, leading the way toward the grill.
heeseung is rolling his eyes, but following closely behind. “yesterday you said lex was your favorite,” he points out and brin is nodding happily. her hand extends so she's able to boop the tip of heeseung's nose, he's scrunching it immediately. “today it's you.”
you spot sunoo walking toward the fire a few seconds later carrying four drinks, two in each hand. “good news,” he announces in a sing-song tone, lifting the bottles toward his face. “i found a full box,” viv and jaehyun trail behind him, stealing one of the bottles before settling on one of the lawn chairs. sunoo hands you a bottle, before passing the next one to jay and plopping down by the fire. “this is starting to feel final,” you say with a pout and you feel the way jay stiffens behind you.
“we live close! we should plan something, yn.” viv reaches her hands out to you and you're agreeing instantly. you two were only a forty-five minute drive apart, it wouldn't be hard to make plans together before next summer, it was just harder when you weren't just a few doors away. rather than across the country.
lex, mia and jungwon take responsibility for the mess they spent most of the night helping create. jungwon is already collecting empty bottles to recycle, lex is carrying a trash bag that's somehow bigger than she is, while mia complains but about everyone being pigs while she cleans up the leftover food. she's mainly yelling at martin who's pretending he can't hear her from where he still sits at the lake with sakai beside him.
they're sat near the edge of the water in the sand, sakai is wrapped in a large blanket and martin has his head resting on her shoulder, fighting the sleep that's creeping up on him. sunoo is rummaging through his bag for something, his bottle pressed between his knees as he looks. “oh wait!” he's exclaiming loud enough that it catches the attention of the people sitting closest to him.
“what?” jungwon is asking, head peeking up from the trash bag he had been separating.
sunoo is pulling a small stack of envelopes from his bag, holding them up with a wide grin. “we forgot these!” he's standing before anybody call say anything else, shuffling through the envelopes and making his way around the camp to hand them out. they're goodbye letters. you know, because you written eleven of your own. everyone had to, it was camp tradition according to brin.
but as sunoo makes his way through the group, the energy changes, you can feel it. the distribution was like a blaring indicator that it was over. eventually, you'd all have to go to sleep and face tomorrow. the fire was going to die down, heeseung was going to run out of food to make, at some point you'll run out of memories to share, stories to tell. it had to end. and you all had to say goodbye.
“i'm going to miss how you always steal my hoodies, even though you have a man.” sunoo says dramatically to viv while handing her the letter he wrote, he's shooting jaehyun a pointed look at the mention of him and then shuffling to find the letter for him. viv is taking hers with a laugh, tucking it safely beneath her leg. “and i'm going to miss pretending not to notice when you and viv disappear,” jaehyun takes his letter with a roll of his eyes, drink still pressed to his lips.
“you never pretended.” he points out and sunoo is nodding with a laugh. “because you guys are gross,” he sings before turning to continue his rounds.
by the time sunoo is dropping back down beside the fire, you've noticed a handful of your friends disappearing into their cabins and coming back with their own letters. but none of you talk about it, none of you make an announcement to pass them out, it sort of just happens.
the grill sizzles, brin stealing a piece of meat before it's finished cooking and heeseung is meeting her with an individual plate with the letter he wrote her tucked underneath it. she doesn't make a big deal out of it, takes the plate and the letter before plopping down at the picnic table to eat. jungwon complains about people not separating recyclables correctly, pulling glass bottles from the trash bag that should only be filled with food. martin is standing above him, note extended in front of his face.
“if that's another bottle, martin, i'm going to drown you in the lake. and then myself,” jungwon grumbles as he looks up, eyes finding the crisp envelope inches from his nose. he takes it quickly, tucking it into his pocket then goes right back to complaining. martin walks up, making his way back to where he had been sitting with sakai before, only now she's standing.
the blanket he had lent to her folded neatly a sad look on her face as she hands it over, the note she wrote for him resting on top. “i'm going to miss you so much,” she says through a sob and martin is chuckling softly, plucking the note from the top before grabbing the blanket. unlike everyone else, he's tearing into his note immediately despite sakai's protests. his eyes move quickly across the paper before they're slowing, taking in every written word and the meaning behind them.
sakai notices the shift, she recognizes it. “martin?” her head tilts up to get a better look at his face but he's quickly looking away, folding the note and tucking it back into it's envelope. “i'm fine,” he rushes out, wiping at his eyes with his knuckle. “let's go help clean up,”
a note seems to fall from the sky as jungwon passes, hitting your knee and landing on jay's lap. “read it away from me,” he mumbles before disappearing with his trash bag. jay is picking it up with a small smile. leave it to jungwon to literally run from any type of emotional exchange. “let me go put this away,” jay says, nudging at you leg gently and you're standing to allow him to slip from behind you and disappear into his cabin. you take the chance to slip away as well, grabbing the stack of letters you had spent the past week writing from underneath your pillow.
jay catches heeseung on his way to the bathroom, “hyung, wait.” heeseung's turning to the sound of jay's voice, eyes instantly landing on the thick envelope in his hand. “what is that like ten pages?” he asks with a laugh, reaching his hand out to take it. “it's only like seven,” he defends and heeseung is shaking his hand, tearing into the letter before jay can say anything of it.
“you know i have to read it out loud,” he says through a chuckle. jay is rolling his eyes, both hands pushing his hair back on his head as he feels his cheeks darkening. “you're so embarrassing,” he says with a shake of his head, but he doesn't fight it. heeseung would just find him and read it out loud later, he did it every summer for the past six years.
he's straightening his back and clearing his throat before bringing the note up to eye level, reading it like it's a scroll. “hyung. i tried keeping this short...” he lowers the letter to shoot a deadpan expression toward the younger boy. “seven pages?” he teases and jay is waving him off with a roll of his eyes. “just hurry up and read it,” much to his surprise, heeseung continues reading. “thank you for spending the past years putting up with me. though, i've been here longer than you... i never truly had someone to look up to until you arrived. we're the oldest, so everyone looks up to us. but i'm thankful i have you to look up to too.” jay doesn't miss the way the playfulness leaves heeseung's tone. realization that this was the last letter finally hitting him.
“i don't know if anybody else realizes how much this place has your fingerprints on it. you came up with most of the things we know call tradition, you've helped me write more songs than i can count. i even heard martin repeat one of your inside jokes his first week here... half the things the campers think have always existed started because of you, you're the blueprint.” heeseung pauses to grin because he had been screaming that for the past four years and finally he was getting the recognition for it.
the letter continues on like that, highlighting the memories they made together in the past six years, how close they've become. jay's plans for the future and how he promises to keep in touch, though, no one ever really did. but heeseung can tell that he meant it. the only difference is, heeseung was leaving too. not for the summer, forever. they both were on different paths of their lives now and seeing each other every summer was going to be a thing of the past.
he doesn't ruin the moment by pointing that out, though.
“you've been apart of almost every version of my adult life and it's going to be so hard imagining moving into my next phase without you standing ten feet away making an unnecessary comment. i don't really know how to end this, because i feel there shouldn't be an end to us. to our friendship. so i'll just say, thank you for being my friend and i'll see you soon.” heeseung looks up at jay to find him trying to look anywhere else, he's shaking his head laughing softly while flipping the pages over in his hands.
there's a few sentences scribbled on the back of the last one. “oh! there's more,” sarcasm drips from his words and jay's letting out a laugh. “i had a lot to say, shut up.” heeseung continues reading. “ps. stop giving relationship advice. even if you're right 99% of the time, stop it. your 'i told you so' face is so annoying. but, you were right again... i regret not telling yn how i feel. and i regret not kissing her when i had the chance,”
heeseung is looking up with a knowing smirk on his face, brow arched and jay is shoving at his shoulder. “that face! you're so irritating,” he says through a laugh while heeseung is carefully folding the note back up. “you kissed her, though. what changed your mind?” judging from the end of his note, it's clear that jay had no intention to actually make a move with you. but he saw the way jay kissed you in the water and how he's been all over you all night. this jay was very different from letter jay.
jay is clapping his hand on heeseung's shoulder with a shake of his head, “those fucking dresses, man.”
the night officially starts to settle around you. letters distributed and tucked away safely. the fire that had been roaring all evening has started to die down, only crackling whenever a piece of wood breaks. the loud shouts of your friends have dwindled into soft murmurs heard throughout the grounds. each one of you losing the battle against sleep, it was impossible to keep fighting it.
the food is gone, the coolers are empty. jungwon has organized every single piece of trash he could get his hands on. there was nothing left to do, there was nothing left to say. sakai and sunoo disappear first, walking into the bathroom with arms linked to do their skincare routine together for the last time of the summer. brin is a few steps behind them, yawning loudly and rubbing at her eye with the heel of her palm.
viv is curled up in jaehyun's lap, his hoodie working as a blanket as her head rests beneath his chin. every few minutes, she'll mumble something into his chest and he'll reach down to smooth a hand over her hair. jaehyun is still wide awake, talking quietly with jay from across the fire. you still sit comfortably in jay's lap but you're zoned out staring at the burning embers of the fire.
jungwon, martin and heeseung have migrated into their cabin, changed into their pajamas and laying on their beds. they talk softly, finding random things to say as they fight off the inevitable sleep. their voices drift through the open window every so often before dissolving back into sleepy laughter. across the lake, lex and mia have claimed the hammock and have been laying there with the past twenty minutes. neither of them have managed to finish a complete sentence, settling for quiet sighs and toying with each other's fingers.
jay feels you shiver against him for the fourth time and it has him realizing rubbing his hands over your arms was useless in warming you up. “you cold?” he asks, head tilting to the side so he can look at you. you're tired but you're fighting it, long curls pulled in a bun at the top of your head and pretty orange dress doing nothing against the cool night air. you're turning to look at him, head bobbing in a nod.
“i have a sweater in the car, should we...” he says it because he wants to spend more time together, that part is obvious. he could've very much you suggest you go to bed, put on warm sweats of your own and call it a night. but in reality, he wasn't ready for his night with you to end and neither were you, which is why you're standing to follow him.
the walk to his jeep isn't long, he parked close to the entrance out of his need for efficiency. he was set to leave early tomorrow morning, had spent the better half of the day loading up his car. it only made sense that it would be parked a few feet away. his arm settles over your shoulders as you walk, a comfortable silence falling over you and you're finally finding the courage to ask him what you've been wondering for the past hour and a half.
“did you forget to write me a letter?” you try to keep your tone playful, masking the echoing doubts in your mind. everyone had a letter, each passed out one by one and you watched jay hand out a letter to each one of your friends. yet, the one that he should've written for you never came. you don't miss the smile that breaks onto his features, a soft laugh falling from his lips as he shakes his head. “no, god no. i just couldn't stop rewriting it,” that peaks your interest. because, yes there must've been unspoken feelings when he sat down to write it, but actually rewriting it felt different.
it took you a good three hours to decide what you were going to say to him. everything you decided just felt too elementary, but even still you only wrote one draft. and that was the one tucked away somewhere in his cabin. “you did? how many did you write?” you're reaching his car just as the question leaves the lips and he shrugs, pulling the car door open before leaning in.
“nine.” he says it so casually, half his body in his car, your eyes are widening anyway. “nine!? you wrote me nine letters!? jay...” he's standing with a black sweater clutched in his hands. it's one you recognize right away, he's worn it enough for you to. just a simple black hoodie with 'miami' written in bold red letters, the word cut off by the deep-v cut into the neckline. he's easily pulling it over your head, guiding your arms into it.
it's such a simple gesture but it's so jay that your heart flutters. hand reaching down to find the side of his neck as he straightens the hem of his sweater against your thighs. you're gently pulling him toward you, to plant a soft kiss to his lips which he returns instantly, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. “nine letters?” you're saying again as he pulls away and his face breaks into a soft smile.
“relax, you're only getting one.” he's reaching back into his car, rummaging through a bag before pulling out the folded piece of paper. number nine. the final draft of his goodbye letter to you, but it felt outdated now for some reason. still, he's handing it over to you with a sad smile. “read it later,” he feels the need to clarify, traumatized by heeseung's traditional presentation.
you're tucking the letter safely into the pocket of his hoodie and silence falls between the two of you. it's a charged silence that holds the words that neither of you are willing to say. instead his eyes stay trained on you as your eyes drift into the back of his jeep. slowly, you're stepping forward to get a better look. and the sight makes your chest tighten. boxes stacked neatly on top of one another, duffel bags shoved into every available corner of his trunk. his guitar. his backup guitar. binders upon binders of sheet music. seven years packed into the back of a car. your breath catches in your throat as you're eyes shift to look back at him, body leaning against the frame of the open car door.
“so... this is really it, huh?” jay follows your gaze, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he nods. “yeah, i guess so,” you feel the way your heart drops, which is stupid, because you had known he was leaving. for the past three months it's all he could talk about. grad school, apartment hunting, moving dates. the weather in his new city, he was never not talking about leaving. but somehow seeing it packed into the back of the car hit differently. it felt real. “it's like you fit your whole cabin into your car, looks weird...”
jay lets out a quiet laugh through his nose, hand lifting to rest just above your head against the car. “tell me about it. my cabin looks weirder, all empty.” your eyes drift back to the boxes, trying hard not to picture how his cabin would look empty. you poked your head in too many times to see if he was around to now think of the reality of him never being around again.
“you did this all day?” you say it just to make conversation, because you have nothing else to say that didn't feel totally depressing. and jay seems to catch on, because he is playing along. he nods simply, lips pulling into his mouth as his eyes drift back to you. “yeah, some of it yesterday.”
“you cried, huh?” you tease and that manages to pull another pretty laugh for him, “i absolutely did not,” he defends halfheartedly, but you're not buying it. “oh, now i know you cried. you're such a liar,” your eyes narrow up at him and that has him laughing even harder and for a second it almost feels normal again. but then your eyes are drifting back, catching sight of his guitar case again.
you're changing the subject quickly. “you know...” your voice trails off, forcing a smile on your lips. “i thought you hated me for like the first two weeks.” jay's head snaps toward you so fast it makes you laugh, his brows raised high toward his hairline. “are you serious?” he says through a laugh, your hand slaps against his chest. “yes! did you forget about how you'd avoid me? and ignore me, even if i was talking directly to you.”
he's laughing, eventually nodding along. because it was true. the first few weeks he couldn't even be around you without his brain short-circuiting and when he'd try to say something, anything – he found himself getting tongue tied more often than not. but still, “you were impossible to ignore. but, yes. i did try.” he had it in his head if he just didn't talk to you, then his feelings wouldn't grow. he was so wrong.
“you'd walk into a room and all of a sudden everyone's attention would be on you. including mine.” his eyes drop to his hoodie and how it swallows your frame, covering up one of your many pretty dresses. then slowly back up to your face, you're staring up at him with the same heart eyed expression you've been giving him all summer. “you flirted with me constantly too, even when i tried not to look your way,” you're laughing, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.
“i had a feeling it would end up being effective,” you grin and he's smiling, hand lifting to rest on the small of your back. “trust me, it was. it was all i could talk about with heeseung,” but never to you. he never gave away to the slightest bit of interest and that drove you insane every single day. it almost bothered you more that he waited until the last day to finally say something. he could've just left you clueless, able to move on and say that you tried. because you did try, so hard.
and for some reason him waiting until there was no time left to meet you halfway just didn't feel fair. the pout is forming on your lips before you can fight it, hand resting on his cheek. “i wouldn't change a second of this summer, truly. i loved meeting everyone and spending my days with you.” it's hard to ignore the sadness in your eyes, the obvious way you're fighting back tears as you speak. “but, fuck, jay... i wish we had more time,”
he knows exactly what you mean without you having to say it. you spent all summer wanting him, loudly. but every time he caught himself wanting you back, he'd find a reason to keep his distance. to walk away, to play it safe. he'd find a reason not too look too long, not too linger in conversations with you. especially if they were about your shared love for music.
he was so strategic in the way he interacted with you, careful not to let himself enjoy the way your fit lit up whenever you spotted him hanging out in his cabin. he had spent months convincing himself that this was the right way, that he was doing the right thing. the smart thing. that all of this would be easier if he kept his distance, and maybe that would've been true if tonight never happened.
because standing here now, knowing exactly what it feels like to kiss you, makes what should've been an easy goodbye feel impossible. “well,” he's saying with a soft smile, arm lifting so his wrist is in view. and you follow his gaze to the watch on his wrist. “it's only... 2:49AM. there's still five hours and eleven minutes until it's over.” he says with a proud smile, probably at his mental math and that has you laughing softly. “what should we do with that time?” his finger taps at his chin and you're tilting your head to the side.
without missing a beat, you're leaning up to press your lips against his. he's kissing back instantly. his hands fall down to grasp your hips, easily pulling your body against his. your worries about tomorrow seem to melt away as soon as his lips are on yours, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as you hold him to you. jay kisses you with a rushed, starved almost desperate need and it makes it difficult for you to focus on anything but him.
his tongue is pushing past your lips easily, brushing against yours before he's changing his mind and catching your lower lip between his teeth instead. you're gasping, the sound pulling a soft chuckle from his mouth. it dies on your tongue. “you're so perfect,” he sighs, hand resting against the side of your face as he leans back enough to look at you. he's easily tilting your head to the side with his hand, revealing more of your neck to him.
his head is dropping to the side, soft lips finding your skin. salty from the lake but he sucks kisses against the length of it. “jay,” you're gasping, hand reaching out to clutch the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him close. and his arm tightens around your waist, holding you tight against him as his lips roam your skin. he's focusing his lips just above your collarbone, sucking the skin into his mouth and it has your head lulling back. his body shifts, hands tracing the curves of your body before he's carefully lifting you into the backseat.
it's cramped between all his bags and boxes, and the idea of his new life. but he's climbing in behind you, letting the door slam behind him. closing the two of you in to your own private space and you're on him instantly. his back hits the door from the force of your lips, a soft laugh falling from both of your lips. you kiss him desperately, every push of your lips screaming finally and all he can do is try to keep up. he groans as your hands sneak underneath the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging over his stomach.
your tongue pushes and twists against his, his hands shoving his hoodie and your dress out of the way. his fingers spread over the skin of your ass, squeezing gently and the moan you let out has his dick jumping. jay is easily pulling you further onto him with the grip he has on your ass. it's so uncomfortable, you've got your legs on either side of his waist, he's hanging half way off of the seat, back pressed against the door. all of the crap from his cabin surround your bodies, making it that much more difficult to move. yet, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
not when you were hovering over him like this, panting into his mouth while pushing your ass back into the palms of his hands. “oh, fuck.” he's sighing when your lips trail down the length of his jaw, you follow the same pattern as he had before. sucking kisses into is skin, before grazing your teeth over it. focusing on a particular sensitive bit while your hips grind down onto his. a low, untamed growl catches in his throat as he feels the way your body moves against his.
the thin material of your bikini bottoms doing very little to mask the wet heat dripping from between your legs and onto his shorts. his head dips down to find your lips, mouth covering yours quickly and he wastes no time with licking into your mouth. jay's easily pulling you into a deep, needy, almost frantic rhythm that has your head spinning. you're moaning, hips pressing roughly against his. the length of his cock presses delicious against your clothed clit and your hips roll toward his, body shuddering as pleasure spreads throughout your core.
“oh my god,” you're whining into his mouth, hips moving frantically against his. he does his best to lift his hips to meet yours, fingers digging in to the flesh of your ass as heat rises up his neck. “you feel so... holy shit,” he's grunting, head falling back to rest against the door as you basically bounce on his lap. through hooded eyes, he watches the way your body moves against his. the needy roll of your hips paired with the look on your face just makes him harder.
you've got your lip tucked between your teeth, head dipped back as your hands travel up your torso. they find your breasts almost instantly and he watches as you squeeze and toy with them through fabric. he finds it hot how you refused to take off his sweater despite how much you probably want to. your hips move swiftly, pretty moans filling the cramped car as his hard length drags between your folds.
his hips lift to meet each one of your movements, using the grip on your body to press you down harder against him. every last bit of restraint has snap, he's no longer able to hold himself back. chest rising and falling in untimed breaths as a flush creeps onto his cheeks. he tries and fails to hold his whimpers back, but the way you're moving just feels too good. or he's just too sensitive, either way the pressure builds at the pit of his stomach and it's impossible to ignore.
and to make matters worse, jay can tell you're close too just from the unfocused timing of your hips and the helpless whines you're letting out. “jay,” you're gasping, fist clutching the fabric of his shirt as he watches the way your eyes roll back, your thighs squeezing together the best you can with his body between them. and he's quickly deciding he'd rather feel you cum, rather than see it.
“wait, baby... wait.” jay is shifting up, hands moving down to your thighs, stilling your movements. and he finds the pout that takes over your features especially cute, he's pressing a soft kiss to it without thinking. “i want to feel you,” he says simply. he's carefully leaning you back, your body resting against the boxes behind you as he moves to hover above you now.
his fingers sneak underneath the hem of your dress, latching onto the strings of your bottoms as his eyes drag up to look at you. you're shooting a nervous smile in his direction that has his heart softening. “is this okay?” he's asking softly, slowly tugging at the strings. you're nodding quickly, “please, jay.” you're breathing out, hips lifting off of the car seat to make it easier for him.
jay's letting out a soft chuckle before dragging your bottoms down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. his eyes drop down to catch the way your folds glisten, large hands pushing the hoodie and your dress up toward your belly button. “fuck,” he sighs with a shake of his head and you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, feeling unbelievably vulnerable under his lustful gaze. he's leaning forward, nose dragging along the length of your neck before his tongue pushes out to drag against your skin.
his hand slides expertly between your legs as his mouth moves to suck a hickey into your skin. your legs spread almost instinctively, moaning as his fingers trace between your folds. “you're so fucking wet,” he's groaning, fingers pushing slowly past your entrance. the warmth of your pussy surrounds his fingers as he slides in all the way to the knuckle. your hips lift to meet his hand and he's grinning down at you. “does it feel good? having my fingers stretch you out?” he asks softly as he curls his fingers inside you.
your walls clamp down around them, head bobbing in a nod. “yes... f-fuck, jay. it feels so good,” you're admitting. jay's fingers thrust deep inside of you, thumb pressing against your clit before he's rubbing slow cirlces against it. it's not long before he's falling into a steady rhythm, free hand lifting to hold your hips still as his fingers fuck into you. you're whining softly, legs spreading wide for him. “jay...” you're pleading, yet you have no idea what you're asking for.
his eyes lift to find yours, head tilting to the side slightly. “what, baby?” he grins, speeding up the movement of his hand and easily pulling a loud gasp from your lips. the sound of his chuckle follows, his eyes dropping back to your pussy. you're basically dripping around his fingers walls pulsing with each thrust. “i need... more, jay please.” your words break on a desperate cry, his fingers scissoring inside of you as his thumb presses harder against your clit.
“whatever you want,” he says, but the truth was he couldn't wait much longer either. not with this insistent throb between his legs, and the way you were looking up at him, so needy and ready. he had waited long enough for a moment like this with you, he was done waiting. jay pulls his hand away slowly, hands flying to push his shorts out of the way. his wet hand wrapping around his thick length and you watch as he strokes himself slowly, coating his shaft with your arousal.
the sight makes your mouth water. he stays knelt there for a few moments, just rubbing his hand over himself and watching you and the intensity in his stare makes your body hot. “spread your legs for me,” he's saying after a minute and you're separating your knees without a word, pussy clenching at the groan he lets out. “jay. fuck me, please.” you're whining, hand dropping down the length of your body to spread your folds for him, showing him just how badly you needed him.
he's leaning forward quickly, mouth covering yours in a needy kiss as the bulbous head of his cock bumps against your fingers. he takes his time with lining himself up with your tight hole, pushing his hips forward slowly until he's feeling you stretch around him. you have to remind yourself to relax as he pushes forward, breathing through the pain that comes with each inch of him. your fingers clutch his hair the moment that he's bottoming out and he feels the way your body stiffens.
“relax, baby. take your time.” he soothes, hand stroking your hair gently as he watches you adjust. he leans down to press soft kisses against your skin. switching between sucking hickeys into your neck and twisting his tongue with yours. he waits patiently for you to loosen up for him, but the moment he feels you shifting, he's taking that as his go and thrusting his hips forward. “fuck!” you shout, back arching as much as it can and he's pinning you back down with his hips.
slowly, he's pulling his hips back, allowing you to feel every rigid inch of his cock. “you're squeezing me so tight,” he says before he's quickly slamming back in. your body jerks, hips lift, whines falling from your lips as he falls into a steady pace. your hands are on his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin. jay fucks into you slowly and incredibly deep. his grip is tight on your waist, dragging your body down onto him with each thrust. his face remains buried in your neck, mouthing at your skin as his cock splits you open.
you feel him so deeply, he's no longer holding back and the desperate movement of his hips has an electric need shooting through your body. you needed to be closer. needed to feel him deeper. needed his hands on you like this forever. his teeth bite into your skin, muffling the long groan threatens to slip out and you're matching it with a needy whimper. his thrusts become brutal, hips snapping against yours in a overwhelmingly rough pace. your nails drag over the muscles of his back, legs spreading wider for him as desperate cries fill the car.
“jay, oh my god. i'm gonna...” you don't know if you should push him away or pull him closer, heat spreading throughout your body as the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens. jay keeps up with the pace as best he can, hand dropping down to find your clit again and he rubs figure eights into the sensitive bud. his head lifts so he can watch the way your face contorts in pleasure.
your orgasm tears through your body, eyes rolling all the way to the back of your head as your back arches off of the seat. it's unlike anything you've felt before, body going numb as his hips continue to move between your thighs – fucking you through it. “god, look at you.” he sighs, burying himself deep inside of you, balls slapping against your ass with each thrusts. he moves until you're coming down for your high, watching the way your body relaxes in his arms. and only then is he pulling back, slowly drawing his hips away from your body and twisting his body so he's sitting upright on the seats.
“fuck,” he breathes, hand wrapping over his cock to keep it from falling limp. “i had the craziest cramp in my leg,” he says through a laugh, eyes shifting to find you. you're half way off of the seat, back resting against a box and hair falling messily around your face. “you okay?” he asks, smiling softly the second you're nodding. his free hand reaches out toward you, beckoning you over with a grin.
you're lifting slowly, allowing his arm to wrap around his waist and for her to tug you onto his lap. “come ride me, i'm almost there,” there's quiet begging in his tone as he lifts your body slightly, enough to pull you into his lap. your heart jumps, body freezing as you stare over at him with wide eyes. “oh, uhm... i've never? i don't think i know how...” you feel the heat rising in your cheeks and jay's brow furrows at your words.
“you've never rode someone before?” he asks because it sounds almost insane. of course you've rode someone before. he takes in the look in your eye, the shy blush that darkens your cheeks. “well, no... that was my first time,” you say sheepishly and his eyes are flying open, his hand falling from his cock to push his hair back on his forehead. “what?” he says it, even though he's positive he heard you clearly.
he just couldn't believe it. didn't even stop and consider it. and now he feels terrible because he just took your virginity like it was nothing. like it was something you could just hand out. it should've been special, he should've made it special. “yn, you can't lose your virginity in the back of my car!?” you're laughing at his distress, the wrinkle between his brow as they furrow in pure worry.
you don't know why you find him so cute this way. your shoulders lift in a shrug, hands settling on his shoulders. “too late?” you're saying through your laughter and he's shooting you a pointed look. “not funny, yn. i should've been gentle,” you're quick to shake your head, hands covering his cheeks as you lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips. he kisses you back slowly, hands resting on your waist much lighter now. you're pulling back slowly, head tilting slightly.
“come on, you already took it. don't clam up now,” you're leaning down to plate a kiss to his lips that has his worries melting away. your tongue wrapping around his, fingers curling in his hair as you lift your hips to climb further up on his lap. his head rests on the back of the chair when you pull away, looking up at you through his lashes as your hand reaches down wrapping around his cock. his hips twitch as you position his head at your entrance, “teach me,” you say with a pout and just like that his restraint is gone.
again.
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you're not heading back to jay's cabin until the sun is already peaking over the mountains. it's weirdly empty, just like you imagined. his bed made in the middle of the room. he doesn't let you dwell on the look of it for too long, not wanting you to sleep too deep in your thoughts while you're having such a good time. he's pulling you into bed beside him, easily tucking your body into his as the two of you finally drift off to sleep.
and you stay like that in his arms for god knows how long. your head on his chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist. he doesn't dare move, even when sleep finally takes over. which doesn't last as long as he would have hoped, his alarm blaring at exactly 7:15am. he's careful not to wake you as he slips out of bed, showering and changing his clothes as you shift and pull at his sheets. you don't even budge when he's making his bed, or when he's taking the last bag out of his room and into his car.
there's so much more he wanted to say. and he hated that he had no more time. for a long while, jay just stands there. keys in hand as his eyes scan over his empty cabin, save for you curled beneath his blankets. the morning sun peaks in through his window, golden streaks fanning across the bed. and you don't even shift. you're dead asleep, drooling onto his pillows and the sight has a soft laugh falling from his lips.
“wow,” he's shocked because even like this, smushed face and messy hair – you still look so pretty. he should leave, he needed to get on the road before the gps estimated a different arrival time. there were a list of things that he needed to get done back at his apartment before he was heading to the airport, he needed to leave. instead, he's making his way back into the cabin. setting his keys back on his desk before pulling out the blank notebook from one of the drawers, stealing a page.
he starts writing. the words coming to him much easier now that he's no longer hold back. he's ran out of reasons not to tell you exactly how he feels. he spent the last nine drafts trying to sound reasonable and failed every single time. because, this wasn't reasonable. falling for you was the most unreasonable thing that he has ever done, but he loved every second of it.
jay doesn't stop once as he writes, not a single typo. his feelings hit the page unfiltered, for the first time all summer. he's saying everything that he's wanted to, to you, about you. for you. he doesn't make a single edit. every for sentences, his eyes would drift over to where you lay, curled in his hoodie and drowning in his sheets. and then three more sentences would come to mind, two more after that. he writes until he's filled the entire page and then some more on the back.
once he's finished he's folding it carefully, slipping it into an envelope before scribbling something across the front. he's moving to stand beside the bed one last time, setting the note on his empty pillow before his eyes drift over to you. the urge to wake you up hit him intensely, he wanted so badly to say goodbye properly, to steal one more kiss, one more touch, one more hour. but he knew that was wrong. that he'd end up wanting to stay longer, actually seeing him walk away might hurt you more.
so he doesn't. he just sets his hand on your head softly, brushing your hair back so he's able to press a soft kiss to your forehead. his lips linger there for a moment, silently hoping that you'd wake up on your own. and when you don't, he's standing. he grabs his keys from his desk, takes one final look at you, before he's heading out of the cabin, closing the door tight behind him.
you're stirring awake two hours later. the first thing you notice is that you feel warm, surrounded by jay's familiar scent. you sink further into the mattress, sunlight spilling from the windows and warming your skin and for a few seconds you don't open your eyes. instead, you nuzzle yourself into jay's warmth as moments from the night before flood your memory.
playing with jay in the lake. kissing jay against the rocks. jay holding you by the fire. walking with jay to his car, his arm around your shoulders. jay fucking you in that same car, in so many different ways. you could still feel the stretch of him between your legs. a smile spreads across your lips, remembering exactly how he felt beneath you as you rode him for the first time ever. and you're suddenly filled with the need to try it again. to feel him again.
you're reaching out before your mind can tell you differently, eyes snapping open when your hand is met with nothing but emptiness. your eyes find the clock sat on his nightstand, reading the flashing numbers that stare back at you. 10:17AM. your stomach drops, a deep frown replacing the sleepy smile you had been wearing before. “oh,” you're sighing as realization hits, jay was gone.
you knew he'd be leaving early, he told everyone that he was going to be gone before anyone was really waking up. but despite knowing, not seeing him beside you still stings. slowly you're sitting up in his bed, the over-sized hoodie shifting over your shoulders as you reach to rub at your eyes. everything feels heavy, your heart thumps uselessly in your chest as your eyes scan over the room.
he was really gone. the bathroom had been emptied out this morning, his desk was completely cleared off, posters torn down and folded neatly. there was no trace of him left in this room besides you and the fact that he took everything and left you behind has your throat tightening. your eyes drift back toward his pillow, eyes furrowing at the sight of the crisp envelope that laid on top of his blue pillowcase. you're reaching for it quickly, reading over the words written across the front of the envelope. “make it ten versions,” you read and you don't waste a second before tearing the note open.
❝ yn.
i've written this goodbye letter to you so many times that i almost forgot the point of it. the first few letters sounded like i was giving you a college recommendation... then i got too emotional about leaving the music lodge in your care. the third version was so embarrassingly raw that if you ever somehow read it i'd most likely evaporate where i stand. the one that I gave you, version nine, was the one that felt the most honest to me. at least at that time. now, it just feels like it was written by someone else.
someone that was still pretending he hadn't fell for you. i spent the last three months pretending that i wasn't looking for you in every room. pretending that i was fine with keeping things professional. wasted so much time pretending that i didn't feel the same way that you did and i think i owe you an apology for that. i owe you a lot of apologies, honestly.
i'm sorry that i waited until the last day to make a move. i'm realizing now, seated at my desk and you snoring behind me that, that was the wrong move. i should've said something sooner, i shouldn't have let you wonder if you were the only one with the crush. or at least stuck to my guns, said nothing, and left quietly. because this sucks so much worse. leaving after just one night of getting to know how it feels to be with you feels horrible. but i don't regret it, don't get me wrong. i'm happy that our last night together was every bit of perfect, i just wish i got it together sooner. for the both of us.
and that brings me to my next apology. i'm sorry that you spent all summer being brave enough for the both of us. you were so loud about your feelings, you never hid, you flirted with me in front of everyone despite their teasing. you made your feelings so clear and gave me every opportunity to meet you halfway and i kept coming up with excuses not to.
i convinced myself that keeping my distance would be best for the both of us. there was no point in starting something that i couldn't finish, but i realize now i was too focused on that small detail. because while the future was clear and we both knew this summer would end, we could've still enjoyed each other for three full months rather than one night. that's my fault, i'm sorry i robbed us of that.
for the last seven years, this place has been my home away from home. i know the walls, i know the smells, every last detail is engraved in my brain like a sixth sense. so naturally, i figured no longer having it as a constant would be the hardest thing of all, the thing that i'd miss most. but now i'm realizing (again) that i was wrong, because what i'm going to miss most is you.
i'm going to miss the way your face lights up when you talk about music, the way you manage to make every conversation last twice as long as they should. your laugh, your smile, the taste of your lips. i'm going to miss how warm you felt sleeping against me. and most of all, i'm going to miss all the things that i want to experience with you and now know it's too late.
fuck, i hate that it's too late...
for the first time ever, i have no idea what will happen next. because as you read this, i'm probably already on the road, heading home or toward the airport and even though, i know that has always been the plan, i can't help but wonder if i should be doing something different. or if it's stupid to make such huge life changes over someone you just met. for the first time ever, i don't trust my own plan and that scares the shit out of me.
but i kind of like it, because if there's one thing this summer taught me, one thing that you taught me... it's that all of life's best moments happen when you stop trying to control them. it took me until last night to realize it, that's why i kissed you when i did. none of that was part of the plan, but i'm so happy that i let myself enjoy being with you, even if it was just once.
i know i don't have to tell you this, but don't worry too much about me... enjoy your school year, enjoy your life. go on all the dates, make new friends and be as happy as you can possibly be. i hope that one day the universe will bring us back together, but in the meantime... keep my hoodie safe. it looks better on you, anyway.
this is an index of the parts of the second toxic series : cold bf!sunghoon x reader
— CONTENT WARNING — this series contains heavily toxic dynamics, toxic characters, lots of cursing and problematic behaviors. sooo pls be aware if you start reading it 🫡
PART 1 — i love you regardless
PART 2 — you were a dream
PART 3 — stupidhead
PART 4 — vanish
PART 5 — just want u to feel something + PART 5.5 — written (1.8k)
PART 6 — like an angel
PART 7 — professional heartbreaker
PART 8 — time alone w u
PART 9 — you’re always on my mind + PART 9.5 — written (1.6k)
PART 10 — love is a knife
PART 11 — so stunning
PART 12 — as i wave goodbye + PART 12.5 — written part (2k words)
PART 13 — u don’t have to tell me
PART 14 — cross my heart
*ongoing.
THIS SERIES IS CONNECTED TO THE HEEJAKE ; JUNGWON ; + [ INCOMING ] JAY ; NI-KI
featured employees: bsf!niki x fem!reader | custom order 📋
staff notes: me and my ayesha titles against the world — i rlly liked writing this one and i actually had a draft like this for jake sooo thank you for the request ! i hope u like it ml ♡ ⸝⸝
also, not proofread bcs i finished this at 2am
niki shifted against the mattress, the ache of his dick straining against the thin fabric of his shorts. it’d been bothering him since his shower, a constant reminder of how horny and desperate he was right now.
he tried fucking his hand, but the friction wasn’t enough. none of the girls he’d usually hookup with were available, and ignoring it clearly wasn’t working either.
niki hooked a finger around his waistband, dragging down his shorts just enough to let his length slip free. his dick twitched, already hard and leaking, the tip a blush red. he looked around the room, searching for anything to help, when his eyes landed on his pillow.
he sighed, already hating the idea, and grabbed the closest pillow to his right. he brought it above his waist and folded it around his dick before lifting his hips into the pillow, slowly at first, like he was testing it out.
“f-fuck…” he shuddered, lifting his hips again, a bit faster and sloppier than the last thrust. his skin dragged across the fabric just right.
soon he rose to his knees and leaned forward, the mattress dipping under his weight. the pillow was still wrapped around his dick, covering his length. he buried his face into the blanket, his hips rolling messy circles, leaving the pillow sticky and soaked in precum.
he was too deep in it that he didn’t hear his doorknob turn or the creaking from the hinges—just the sound of your voice snapping him out of it once it was too late.
“…niki?”
“what the fuck—” he stammered, his face burning as he scrambled backward against the headboard, poorly covering himself with the same pillow he was just fucking into. “you don’t know how to knock?!”
“I did. twice.”
your eyes traveled down his figure, taking in the sight—his messy sheets, disheveled hair, sweat beading across his hairline, and the obvious mess of precum he left.
“I can help with that… if you want?”
his eyes followed your line of sight, then back at you, eyebrow raised and skeptical of your offer. it wasn’t the worst idea to him. you’ve known each other since high school and seen every part of each other already. so, in the end, he nodded reluctantly.
you crawled into the bed next to him, hands trailing up his thighs. his breath caught, body tensing from the coolness of your fingertips against his skin. your hand firmly wrapped around his dick, thumb circling the tip as you lowered yourself between his thighs.
“just relax and let me help,” you murmured, voice low and steady.
you leaned in and licked a long stride under his length before taking the head in your mouth. his hips jerked the second your fist started working along with your mouth. you started slow and deliberately, allowing him to get used to it. your thumb dragged over the sensitive head whenever you pulled back.
the warmth of your mouth, the way your tongue moved expertly, and your hand working at the base, made his head fall back against the headboard. you kept it up until his breathing picked up and his thighs slightly shook.
“fuck— don’t stop, please…” he breathed, his voice a mix of a broken moan and a whimper.
you pulled back only an inch, then slid back down again, cheeks hollowing as your head moved rhythmically. the sound of it—the filthy wetness and niki’s mutters of nonsense—filled the room, bouncing off the walls.
“f-fuck— y/n, god—” he barely managed, voice raspy, eyes shut closed. “i’m so close—shit… just like that.”
you pulled off once more, your tongue dragging against the underside, stroking him faster before slowing down, edging him right to the brink just to deny it.
“you’re doing such a good job,” you cooed, voice sweet and warm.
he lifted his hips into your fist, chasing the friction from your palm before you pulled away completely. you waited until his hips stopped stuttering and the pulse evaporated before wrapping your fingers around the base again.
repeatedly, you brought him closer to the edge, increasing your pace, dragging your tongue over his sensitive head, taking him deeper than before—all to slow down once his moans became needier and his hips moved desperately.
“look how messy you’re getting for me.”
“please… fuck, please let me cum…” he begged, his hand tangling through your hair, hips bucking mindlessly. his breathing hitched, hard and ragged, his hips jerking against his will.
it didn’t take long until he came hard. a hot and electric wave crashed through his body, leaving his vision blurry and body tensed. niki’s body trembled as the wave washed over him, his chest lifting with a sharp inhale.
you stayed there, positioned between his legs, licking him clean. you even praised him softly with every pass of your tongue. “you did such a good job. so pretty when you cum for me.”
staff notes: watched gonjiam haunted asylum with my sister and I was too busy calling everyone fine to be scared (it was also my way of deflecting whenever I was scared)
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