sypnosis ꒱ jungwon wasn’t so popular at school. outside of it, he broke headlines. although battling hardened criminals, there wasn’t anyone he feared more than marin miura; the meanest of the mean. but when she finds out who jungwon rly is in probably the most traumatic way ever, she fights to uphold her ego ;)
warnings/contains ꒱ crack, based in dc universe, brat tamer jw (U KNOW MEEE), oc is an asshole, jw is a nerd, hes a loser at first, tsundere oc lowk, cocky jw, kissing, hurt/comfort, sarcastic oc & jw
wc ꒱ 11.4k
rose’s note ꒱ IM BACKKK this originally used to be an old blue beetle fic from my abandoned wattpad that i HEAVILY rewrote and had to deal w losing my work like 4 times but enjoy everyone heh heh
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jungwon hated his life.
well, hated was a bit dramatic. he didn't even know where to start when it came to explaining his situation to his extremely nosy family, who were convinced their sweet boy had started doing drugs.
the last year and a half had been a total blur. his origin story wasn't nearly as exciting as batman's, or something. he meddled about in business that wasn’t his, found an item he shouldn’t have, it turned out it wasn’t from earth, inherited powers, you get the gist.
he really wished this had happened to somebody else, and not him. jungwon was perfectly fine spending all his time studying, maybe going to the movies and getting dinner late at a local diner, for the occasional thrill; not being involved in the philosophical dilemma of whether or not he now had the duty to protect citizens with these jeopardizing abilities.
the news and the public referred to him as knightro, originated from a viral social media post. jungwon assumed it was like “nitro," because he was pretty fast, or because his armoured suit made him look somewhat like a knight, but nonetheless—he was in the toddler stages of his newfound identity.
this was the type of shit that only happened in gotham city—which yes, was only an 8-hour drive away, and his side of the country didn't really partake in all of that world-ending, building-collapsing and giant-explosion bs that went on over there, so jungwon was less than enthusiastic about the possibilities.
he had to admit, knightro was a cool ass name. especially for how invisible he was at school.
there was just one, really major downside to his specific case of being a hero: he sort of had a voice in his head.
not from like, mental health reasons or something, but the best way he could describe it was like iron man's tech called jarvis from those rip-off marvel movies.
its name was quanta.
quanta stayed inside jungwon's head 24/7, relaying information at dizzying speeds about possible suspects outside, car makes and models, what time it was down to the nanoseconds, his exact coordinates, and everything else in the goddamned world.
it drove jungwon nearly insane, but there was nothing he could do about it; because quanta also controlled his suit, almost sometimes with a mind of its own. the otherwordly tech was capable of generating any weapon imaginable; may it be a fork to a giant missile, jungwon could feel one of his hands uncomfortably begin to shift before the item was inevitably apart of him. he was also nearly indestructable, meaning seconds before a bullet or knife came in contact, or a large fall, he'd suit up immediately.
he was sort of glad about that. he'd always had this huge fear of like, getting mugged by 10 people in an alleyway late at night, so the comfort of the suit was there. just not the responsibility that came with it.
of course, nobody but him and his family knew about the futuristic technology bound within him, and jungwon bet even if he told anyone, they'd start laughing in his face. he wasn't the most popular at school for no bad reason: mainly just because he really, really sucked in social situations.
there was a time in history when he was asked to present a slideshow in front of his class, and the second he got past the title, his name and topic; he forgot how to speak english, half his script and began spewing utter nonsense with an entirely straight face. he told 31 people hitler was the mastermind behind hiroshima, dead serious.
history: meaning 3 days ago. still makes him want to slam his head into a wall.
gathering his things, he shuffles out of biology to head to his next class, which he despised for one specific reason.
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"there he is, that freakin' loser." marin muttered, looking at him disapprovingly.
tyler fitzgerald walked out of his homeroom, back hunched over with snot gathering at the top of his lip; with his classic "otaku 4 life" shirt he wore at least 7 times a week.
"no wonder he has no friends. do you think his life at home sucks?" the girl observingly asked, before she got elbowed in the side by wen. "you're so mean to him, for what!" her tender-hearted, good friend says, sympathizing with the boy.
"for fun." marin says, scrutinizing him one last time and spinning on her heel to leave. "how is that fun?" wen asks, catching up to her.
"just is. look, nerd #9. 4 o'clock." marin says, nudging left with her head. wen turns to look and sure enough, yang jungwon was clutching books to his side, innocently trying to get to his next class.
wen sighs.
"you're so bitter, mar. i cant believe you number them. jungwon is nice!"
marin looks at her friend. "um, i think he's schizophrenic. he's always talking to himself."
marin wasn't exactly the nice type, or the friendly type. she'd built quite a reputation for herself; her and her bratty group of friends. safe to say, if you weren't apart of 'em, you either hated them, or wanted be them.
she fixes a stray hair. "i have physics next.” she informs. “god.. why on earth would i even consider taking that." the girl groans, rubbing her temples.
"hopefully i can get it dropped before midterms. okay, see you." she says, bidding farewell to a dubious wen before leisurely walking to her destination.
she rounds a couple corners before seeing the open classroom door, with the rest of the class already settled in. she walks in, a quick "oops, sorry," for being late, and plops down in her seat.
she smiles sweetly at her seatmate. "hey, sora."
"hey, mar."
she rubs her eyes, looking at the right of her.
yang jungwon, who seemed to be the only one actually interested in physics, studies his notes to prepare for the next lesson. he mumbled something to himself in annoyance, causing marin to frown at him in disdain.
"totally nuts." she mutters. jungwon's head snaps up in her direction.
marin’s a little thrown off at how big his eyes are, but nonetheless, she leers.
"h-huh?" jungwon asks, quanta stirring in anticipation.
the girl smirks. "oh, nothing. i think you just heard a voice."
her seatmate giggled, and a few laughs from behind the boy erupted. he did nothing, except lower his head and go back to focusing on his notes.
"geek." marin sneers, before smiling to herself and turning to face the front.
jungwon sighs, squeezing his eyes shut.
"please allow me to fire a missile in her general direction." quanta robotically asks, in which jungwon responds with a hushed no.
he internally groans. this new superhero stuff was really getting to him. sometimes he questioned if he actually was schizophrenic, or if marin was just a master at making his life hell.
quanta had provided a fully-detailed biography on marin the first time she jeered at him. marin miura, 5’4, unemployed, living on the hills, bleach-dyed hair done at a renowned parlour, for the useless fact.
yeah.
compared to yang jungwon, 5’9, full-time struggling superhero, living in the outskirts wherein his family tries their best to make ends meet, brown hair he hadn't ever properly gotten done and had only faced the wrath of his mother with scissors, he couldn't help but maybe be a little bit jealous.
jungwon sighed, trying his hardest to not feel sorry for himself. curse these stupid powers. curse quanta's irritating input, even during tests. he's a little glad because it's basically like all-knowing chatgpt or whatever was built into his brain, but still.
wasn't worth not blending in.
it didn't help knowing that at any second, some mega-freak could just decide they wanted to kill like, 7 bank tellers in demand of knightro's appearance for a showdown. how on earth does batman deal with this?
the teacher tapped on the black board, signaling the class was to commence. marin slipped her compact powder blender back into its case and snapped it shut.
she pulled out a worksheet she vaguely remembered answering maybe 3..? questions on the previous week, and realized she didn't have a pencil. she blanked.
definitely weren’t any in her purse.
"hey, sora. i need a pencil." she whispered. sora apologized, saying she was short.
"the fuck," marin muttered under her breath. she eyed jungwon. that kid definitely had one spare pencil. or 300. who knows what lengths nerds go to prepare for school?
"marin miura's attention is on you." quanta mechanically informs.
‘wait, what?’ jungwon thought. he fought the urge to not look up and see for himself.
"why?" he whispers, not moving his lips.
"it appears she wants something."
‘want something? what could she possibly want from me?’ the boy thought, confused.
marin huffed, rolling her eyes and turning away. she wasn't going to ask him. she rummaged through her makeup bag and pulled out a coal-coloured pencil liner.
whatever. it'll make do.
jungwon, slowly as ever, stole a glance in her direction.
eyeing her attempting to write with the eyeliner, he put two and two together. “wait. she wanted a pencil?" he discreetly asked quanta.
"seems as so."
“she really doesn't want to speak to me?”
“definitely not.”
jungwon's shoulders slightly sank, as he now cursed the entire universe. he wasn't going to get used to being seen as an utter freak anytime soon.
well, might as well try and score some points back.
he took a huge, deep breath, and leaned over into his open bag. he pulled out a standard #2 HB pencil, somewhat sharpened. he questioned his whole existence before holding it out to marin.
"ugh!” the girl complained, trying to write down formulas with a pencil meant to be used on her eyelids and not paper. plus, it needed to be sharpened soon and she'd only written about 5 words.
but to her disbelief, in her peripheral vision she spotted a pencil being held out to her.
yang jungwon was offering her a pencil?
she tried her hardest to see as much as she could out of the corner of her eye without turning to face him or make it obvious.
jungwon's arm was sort of beginning to ache.
'fuck it.' marin thought, turning so fast that it nearly scared the boy and taking the pencil from him with a clipped "thanks."
she observed it thoroughly. no chew marks. no stumpy eraser. no odd smell wafting from the tiny piece of wood she held in her hand to her small nostrils. a normal pencil.
'hmph..' she thought, and finished writing her name at the top.
'that was…' jungwon thought to himself.
"…disappointing." quanta finished his sentence for him.
he wasn't sure if she liked him any more after that.
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50 minutes passed, and the bell finally trilled. it's hard pretending to care about something when you'd rather swallow a bullet than actively participate in. jungwon rose, ready to collect his things and go to lunch.
marin's friends had already filled the classroom, surrounding her table. it astounded jungwon how quickly they all ran to meet her just as the bell rang. the girl laughed and smiled at them, talking about how physics was such a bore.
how is it physic-ally possible to be that popular?
sorry.
marin stood up too, linking arms with the girl he knew as wen. she was pretty nice to him, so to ask why on earth she was friends with somebody like marin, was beyond him.
the group of girls left the class, bouncing towards the cafeteria. jungwon looked at marin's desk, and noticed his pencil positioned neatly on the groove at the top of the table.
he stared at it, not knowing if he should take it back or just leave it.
"agh!" he grumbled in annoyance. he left the classroom, throwing his bag on and leaving his pencil behind, and began walking opposite from where marin had gone.
he could worry about whatever that was later.
jungwon exited the class and weaved through the students with ease, the protective feel of his backpack soothing the burns he’d sustained on his back from a previous fight with some dude called firefly.
really, jungwon thought it was so corny. this villain business and such, coming up with some dumb name to cause trouble and be an unlikeable prick. why couldn't everyone just get along?
he avoided any direct eye contact with anybody, except with a teacher who smiled at him. he smiled back.
as he approached the vending machines, quanta spoke up alarmingly, startling him. "danger detected near south of fourth street."
"wait, what?" jungwon regrettably asked out loud, getting strange looks from passing students.
"possible hostage situation. data retrieved by tapping in to local law enforcement lines. i suggest we hurry."
that's probably one thing jungwon really, really hated about being a superhero. getting called to duty literally, out of nowhere.
"i mean, quanta, do we really have to deal with this? there's like, police officers and stuff.." jungwon argues, weakly.
"hostages include a mother and her 5-year-old. it is up to you to turn your back on that."
jungwon groans. "will you stop guilt-tripping me like this?!"
he slowly turned back around, starting to speed-walk. “do you have any more information you can tell me?" he asks, hurriedly.
"suspect is a male caucasian, about 5'4, bald."
"5'4?! who does this guy think he is!" jungwon exclaims, nudging through students.
"sorry! i'm sorry!" he apologized on the way, approaching the stairwell he'd use to access the rooftop.
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marin glanced up from her phone, not paying attention to any of her friends sitting around the table.
it was a lively cafeteria, as all seniors had a common lunch. marin's tablegroup was... restricted, to say the least.
only her friends, the richest, snobbiest group of girls, were permitted to sit; anyone else could only wonder what it was like.
wen was currently rambling about some type of, exotic animal that only lived in south africa or something, much to the group's bore.
marin decided to take one spoonful of the mashed potatoes, and shoved the tray away from her. doing so, she catches a glimpse outside the doors and it's yet again, jungwon?
running like a madman past the cafeteria?
she gasped at the sight, jumping out of her seat with a sinister smile looming on her face.
"marin, what's up?" her friend asks, confused.
the girl looks down at her. "i think i just saw #9 in a huuuge rush to something." she says, getting out of the table confines and slowly pushing her chair in.
her friends sighed, knowingly.
"you're never going to give that boy a break, are you?" the girl sitting next to her snickered, in which marin scrunched her nose back to.
marin could’ve easily been classified in jungwon's list of the corniest villains ever. i mean seriously, did she have anything better to do?
she stretched. "i'm super bored, and there's nothing to do. plus, he's usually in a corner speaking to himself or something. maybe i get it on video." she smirks.
"i'll be back! i'll let you guys know if i see him talking to any imaginary ghosts." she says, making scary hand gestures. her friends laugh, even wen breaking out into a slow smile.
"fine, go." she says.
marin begins to walk off. "oh, you guys want any xans?" she humours, making an ill-intent jeer that xanax was used to treat schizophrenia. it wasn't, but whatever made the joke land.
marin grins before retreating. she exits the cafeteria doors, and turns left in the direction jungwon ran to.
huh. dead end, except for the stairs that lead to the rooftop.
the girl cocks her head. what business would he have on the rooftop? maybe he actually was doing drugs? she pondered.
marin starts her trek up the stairs, which were begrudgingly long. she huffed, keen in making this poor boy miserable.
she finally reached the top and pushed the large door open. she felt the cool rush of air hit her face, and she spat out a strand of hair that went into her mouth.
she cautiously rounded the corner, getting more and more curious as to what on earth was up here that jungwon was in such a hurry to get to.
the rooftop was only so big and there was no sign of the boy anywhere, to marin's confusion
she's ready to head back down in disappointment—but not before peeking behind the boiler. doing so, she sees a sight that makes her heart fucking stop.
yang jungwon standing at the edge, ready to jump.
"…"
marin can't move. or speak. she watches him take a deep breath.
the girl goes completely rigid, and her breathing stutters.
"w-wait, what..?" she quietly says to herself with a nervous laugh, looking around.
as jungwon inches closer to the edge, she feels each thud of her heart intensify as the dreadful feeling within her starts to prod at her throat.
in this quiet moment, marin observes the boy look down at the fall below and make a casual face, as if this were sane.
the girl tries to think rationally. what if he saw something? or he was just… being a total weirdo, per usual, right?
the silence was so thick that it was making her hands sweat; and she never sweat.
and then he jumps off with so much normalcy, she gasps as loud as possible; immediately slapping her palms over her mouth.
“…”
marin thinks she just might die. she swears she saw a flash of white or something once she saw jungwon's figure leap, but she’s not sure, nor does she care.
she literally just watched somebody commit suicide.
the girl sinks to the floor, as she tries to focus on not throwing up her lunch. "oh my god." she whipers coarsely, frantically looking around to see if anybody else could’ve possibly seen that.
realizing she’s alone, the horror sets in.
"no way. no fucking way, this can't be fucking happening. was it because of what i did in class today?" she mutters, then pales at the thought. realistically, she couldn't think of anybody else who poked fun at jungwon quite the way she did.
this could not be real. no way those bullying PSAs were true.
marin feels her breathing quicken, and by now she's completely panicking. "oh my god, i'm going to get charged with like, second degree fucking murder."
she can't bring herself to look down over the ledge and risk scarring herself for life because she was not ready to see a dead body yet.
marin shakily hoists herself up, clawing onto the wall for support. she breathes in and out, trying to calm down as much as possible as hot tears prick her eyes, to which she haphazardly tries to wipe.
the girl lets out a small heave, before turning back around and quickly walking to the rooftop door. she swings it open and jogs back downstairs as fast as she can, before breaking into a sprint once she'd reached the ground.
her friends notice her speeding past the cafeteria much like jungwon, and give each other questionable looks.
"what could've possibly happened?" her friend mumbles, looking down at marin's abandoned sweater, bag, and food.
she hurries past the lockers, past the main office, past the security guards, past everybody and doesn't care who she bumped into and who'd spilled their drink trying to avoid her.
she needed to get home now.
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it had been a nerve-wracking day for jungwon.
after successfully transforming into his alter-ego knightro, post-jump, he'd haphazardly made it to the crime scene just shy of the police's arrival.
jungwon hadn't gotten trained for standoffs, or negotiating, or any of the stuff that you were required to be good at to be a superhero. all he could really do was just kind of hover over the jewelery store and scratch his head.
the police had shields, microphones, traps and whatever else was apparently needed for this, and jungwon decided maybe he should just leave and let them handle the job.
the boy thought hard about what he should do before one officer looked up and took notice of him.
"oh my goodness, wow! knightro!" he cheers, forcing jungwon to lower down and give the police squad an awkward smile. "hey, guys."
the hostages finally see jungwon and let out cries of relief, although he hadn't even done anything yet.
the boy shuts his eyes, trying to find solace in the fact he's peace, he's justice and safety in the eyes of civillians who need him, or something.
he awkwardly asks quanta to generate a “bat” he supposed, to which the suit begins to formulate a giant, heavy metal stick with razor-sharp spikes.
the perpetrator pales, as does jungwon.
“h-hey, i wouldn’t actually use—”
celebrations from the hostages begin to ensue.
“fuck,” jungwon mutters and uncomfortably starts to take large steps towards the store; standing outside the locked glass.
the criminal, unsure of what to do, fires a shot at him, which immediately ricocheted off the armour of his suit.
“can you like, let me in?” the boy asks, peering through the door and seeing around 4 people, huddled up in the corner at the man’s mercy.
“hell no, dude!” the man yells, clearly a little annoyed that knightro had to show up and it wasn't just the measly policemen outside.
“oh. okay.” jungwon compromised, lifting up the metal bat. he holds it to the door, slamming it into the glass so it shattered. the hero stepped inside the scene.
he felt bad for the shopkeepers who would have to replace the damage, but you know. superheroes don’t care about that stuff, so he didn’t dwell on it too much.
of course, 5'4 had nothing on him. jungwon barely even had to generate a shield. a little cock of his head, and the zap of a stun gun on his hip, the guy was on the ground.
the boy made his way over to the rather distressing scene of civillains bound with rope, and untied them all, women first.
no bias, of course. heh.
and when the little girl promised that she was going to throw her marvel (rip-offs!) lunch box in the trash and get one with him on it instead, he bashfully rubbed his neck.
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after successfully de-escalating the situation and taking off with a sense of pride, jungwon is made to know the school day has ended.
"shit," he said, realizing that leaving in the middle of school was becoming a little too frequent for him. his family couldn't make any more excuses for him at this point: nearly a “handful” of his relatives had died, and the "countless funerals" were getting in the way of his studies.
nobody was falling for it anymore. with a groan, he heads home; ready to face 4 emails from the classes he missed.
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safe to say, marin was a total mess. her parents both got a call from the school, stating she'd been absent for the remainder of the day.
neither of them could really talk to her about it though, because she spent all afternoon and all night locked up in her room, slowly going insane.
the girl buried her tear-streaked face in her hands, groaning incoherently.
"i'm going to prison for fucking life. i'm never going to that party in july, i'm never going to see the new victoria's secret collection, i'll never graduate, and i'll never,—”
she hesitated, trying to find another thing to be miserable about missing before breaking down in loud sobs again.
it’d been hours of the worst feeling she’d ever felt in her life, and with the silence she surrounded herself with, she had no choice but to replay every time jungwon looked at her with sad, dejected eyes.
“fuck!” she exclaimed, sinking even further into herself.
“god, if you’re there, i’m really sorry for being such an asshole, just please don’t send me to jail.” she muttered, closing her eyes.
shakily, she finally snatched her phone off her nightstand for the first time since the incident, holding it firmly in between her hands.
she needed some break.
she was unsure of which app to open first to not have the headline of a "local student found dead" shoved in her face.
she went for instagram. she slowly opened the app, her breath hitching. she scrolled down, only seeing posts from her friends and celebrities.
right. of course there'd be nothing covering that on instagram.
marin realized that trying to avoid the fact was driving her crazy. she had to see; the curiousity was killing her.
contemplating her entire life and tapping her foot in anxiousness, she decided to take the news head on, boldly switching to safari.
at the thought of jungwon's horrible dead corpse, her bottom lip quivered. "i am so fucked." she whispered to herself, pressing on the search bar.
she cautiously typed in keywords that might lead her to a news article. the first time she clicked search, there was nothing even relevant to the U.S.
she then hesitantly opted to search up the name of her school.
bracing herself for impact, there was nothing apparent. there were a couple of articles from 2015 when some nerds had won a state robotics competition or something, and the most recent one dated from 2023: when the school had built an extended library, but nothing about… death?
no. this can't be right. what? marin checked her safe search, and it was turned off as usual.
she rushedly searched up 'yang jungwon', seeing 0 results regarding a dead person. just a bunch of randoms on facebook and linkedin?
"this can't be real. someone's playing a really bad prank on me." marin muttered, each scroll getting more and more aggressive as if by scrolling down far enough, she'd see it.
"ugh, what if i'm schizophrenic?!" the girl moaned, tossing her phone and feeling pitiful while muffling her wet face into her pillow.
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marin groggily got up for school, her eyes filling with tears as the news that she'd woken up yet again for another bright day made itself apparent.
she should be rotting in prison.
she didn't bother with her 500-step skincare and makeup routine, only having the effort to maybe use a little concealer and a dash of dried mascara, and a little lip tint to cover her pale and sunken face. oh, waterproof, mascara.
she unlocked the door with a click, dreading stepping out. she'd left her bag at school, so there was nothing to be accounted for except her phone.
nothing was said at the breakfast table. marin got down 2 bites, hopped in the car, and went to face school.
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jungwon kissed his mother on the cheek and bid farewell to his father, before heading off to school. jungwon was in high spirits today, the glee of successfully stopping a hostage situation making itself apparent in the pep of his step.
the large headline about him doing so was also a large contributing factor, but hey. the action is what counts, right?
although being a superhero sucked, and he would appreciate if quanta like, texted him as a contact on his phone or something, he supposed there were an evident pros.
the boy rounded the corner after quite the walk, finally approaching school grounds. in the corner of his eye he saw marin's friend group stationed outside the entrance, oddly without marin.
that's strange. wen turned around, and he made eye contact with her. he smiled.
the girl rolled her eyes and looked away.
great.
marin's poisoned yet another innocent soul. jungwon sighed, quanta pleading with him to nuke the entirety of the residents who lived in the hills; in which he begrudgingly denied and entered the school. the boy began to make his way down the halls.
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"look, marin's car!" a girl in her friend group said, pointing at a vehicle approaching the school and a disheveled, obviously-stressed marin emerging out.
she slammed the car door shut, hurriedly walking up the steps to the school while keeping a frantic lookout.
"hey, mar, you okay?" wen asked, once she was close enough. the girl stopped, looking at her friends unnervingly.
"…"
"how are you guys so fucking calm right now?!" she bursts, already finding it hard to breathe once on school grounds.
the girls look at each other confused. "what? why wouldn't we be calm?" one asks.
"guys, please quit messing around. i'm serious. how was school not even cancelled today?!"
wen grabbed ahold of marin's shoulders. "mar, what's going on?!"
"n-nothing!" the girl says, before pushing past her friends and desperately trying to avoid being interrogated about the situation.
the girl speedwalks down the long halls, pushing past masses of students. if she can just get to class, act like everything was normal…
the sinking feeling was catching up to her. she was sure a security guard was going to stop her, ask her to follow him into a room with the entire police force and military inside to capture her.
in her frenzy, she caught a figure in the corner of her eye, leisurely walking down a different hall. a figure about 5'9, pale, messy brown hair and a backpack awfully similar to jungwon's.
her breath hitched.
she switched and charged in the student's direction, butting almost everybody that stood in her way.
she almost caught up to him before he turned around first to the sound of approaching footsteps.
marin thought she was going to have a fucking heart attack.
yang jungwon, standing perfectly well and alive in front of her, his flesh fully intact and no sign of apparent death anywhere on his face, cocked his head at her in confusion.
marin let out a shaky breath, about to hyperventilate. she looked at him with large, bloodshot eyes, and lunged at him.
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jungwon couldn't process at all why marin miura at him was staring at him like he'd just come back from the dead. and he certainly wasn't prepared for when she lunged at him, knocking him backwards and into an empty classroom.
marin was on top of him, her blonde hair piled around his face. jungwon didn't even get the chance to blush before she was off, shutting the door as hard as she could.
the boy flinched.
marin turned around, pushing her hair out of her sight. she looked like she'd lost all sense of everything.
“…”
jungwon was more than confused at her erratic behaviour, and cautiously spoke up.
"m-marin, i'm really sorry if i did anything to upset you, but please—”
"YOU'RE.. DEAD!" she shrieks at him.
"wait, what did i do?!" jungwon says, getting up from the floor hurriedly.
marin walks closer to him stopping just inches away from his face.
the distractingly sweet scent of her filled his nostrils.
"i watched you die. you're supposed to be dead!" she says, her eyes beginning to tear up for the nth time that day.
"dude, what?"
"what the fuck is going on?!" she whined at him, her chest rising and falling. jungwon was extremely freaked out by now at her unusual state.
"m-marin i seriously don't know—”
"you killed yourself! you—how are you..?!” she jabbed a finger at his chest. the girl was ready to burst out into full-blown tears, so confused and so conflicted and about all of this.
jungwon looked at her with a blank look on his face, unable to understand what she was rambling about. quanta had gone oddly quiet as well.
"you crazy piece of, of, i thought i was fucking finished!" she sobbed.
he grabbed ahold of her shoulders and looked into her eyes. red, but probably because she was crying.. not heavy drugs. was she drunk?
"l-let go of me!" marin wailed, breaking out of his hold. "you're fucking—you jumped off the roof yesterday. i saw you. how the hell are you alive?!"
jungwon froze, and his heart stopped for a full second.
"…"
"error." quanta's robotic voice came from within him.
"shit!" the boy frantically muttered.
he snapped his head up at marin, bewildered. "you saw that?!"
"yes, i fucking saw that!" she yelled at him, completely freaked out. jungwon looked behind her and noticed that passersby were beginning to peer inside through the window from all the ruckus.
he hurriedly guided her to the back of the classroom, marin giving up and just letting him do what he wants.
he pulled out a chair and gently pushed her down on it, which she plopped into.
the boy takes a step back. he sighs exasperatedly, not believing it would be her out of everyone who'd come this close to the truth.
"l-look, first off, i'm not dead, okay?" he says to her breathily.
"there is no way you survived that fall!" she complained, before her shoulders sank and her eyes brimmed.
her demeanor changed. "d-did you do it b-because of me?" she says, in a whisper.
"what?" jungwon blinks.
"did you try killing yourself because of me?" she sniffles, avoiding eye-contact with him.
the boy stands there with an unreadable look on his face, before a sly, coy smile broke out. "because of… you?"
marin's head hung low, her blonde hair covering her face. "i'm.. i j-just..”
“i…”
"you're…?" jungwon prompted.
the girl looked up at him, eyebrows drawn together. "okay, b-but you're still alive! how the fuck are you going to explain that to me?!”
jungwon comes closer to the girl, with a newfound sense of boldness. "well i mean, do you think you deserve an explanation?"
she looks up at him, taken aback by his tone. she searches his eyes, her frantic ones darting around to find something swimming in his orbs.
"let us show her what we are capable of." quanta's voice trills, and jungwon snaps out of it. "what? no!"
marin stares at him, utterly confused.
"yes, yang."
"quanta, no! when did you develop such an attitude!?" he panicked, leaving marin even more freaked out.
"y-you're seriously schizophrenic?!" she asks alarmed.
"no! i'm—"
jungwon is cut off by the familiar, caging feeling of armour overtaking his body and face.
fuck.
and he goes absolutely slack at the realization that quanta had just transformed his entire arm into a massive, goddamned missile launcher, pointing straight at marin.
the girl shrieked as loud as she could, covering her face and balling herself up in absolute fear, in which jungwon hurriedly tried to get quanta to retract the fucking weapon.
"quanta! quanta! put it down!" he begged.
"i quite enjoy seeing her like this." the cocky voice responded, as jungwon frantically turned his head to look at her quivering form.
"i kinda do too, but put the weapon down!" he commanded, rushedly.
quanta gives a robotic hmph, and soon the weapon whirrs and retracts, molding back into his suit.
with heavy breaths at the overkill situation, he squeezes his eyes shut. “fuckfuckfuck,” he mutters.
jungwon exhales and slowly unmasks himself, to hopes to bring some familiarity back. he kneels to marin's level, and looks around awkwardly.
there's no way to put this simply.
"marin?" he asks.
nothing.
"u-um, i'm so sorry. that wasn't me." he says, scratching the back of his neck. jungwon really had no clue what to say, as even he was a little panicked. the girl didn't dare look up.
the boy curses quanta under his breath.
he hesitantly puts a gloved hand on her shoulder. "look at me."
marin slowly lifts her head up, with eyes so wet one blink would've sent them all streaming down her face. she slowly scans him, the armoured body suit, the protective metal, the white emblem, everything.. that knightro, the headline-breaking superhero has.
there's literally no fucking way.
jungwon wipes her eyes with the pad of his thumb, rubbing off some of the mascara (not every brand is perfect) and examines the black stain it had left on him. he looks at it and timidly smiles.
"y-you're…" the girl whispers.
the boy tilts his head. "will you tell anybody?" he asks, softly.
marin finally meets his eyes. "who would believe me anyway?"
she breathes heavily, not being able to stomach the situation. jungwon gets up, no longer kneeling. "oh, i don't have schizophrenia, by the way." he says, matter-of-factly. "i just need tell my suit everyday to not blow this whole place up." he shrugs.
"oh. o-okay.." the girl says, looking at him feverishly. she stands up from her chair, wiping her eyes as best as she can.
she steadies herself, turning around and looking at him with her eyes narrowed. she takes sharp exhale out. "your little fucking secret is safe with me, then."
jungwon crosses his arms. was he always this muscular?
"sorry for the scare. how was your night?" he asked, with a hint of cockiness. quanta vibrated within him happily.
marin shot daggers at him. "wouldn't you like to know?" her tone venomous.
she hurriedly gathered her things and exited the class, a little weak in the knees; leaving jungwon and his small, smug grin behind.
+
the next couple of events went by in a blur. her friends thought she was acting extremely odd, the usual harassment of her 11 precious nerds she'd carefully picked out had not been partaken in once since then.
jungwon loved the impact he'd made on her. she still scowled at him every chance she got, refused any pencils he sweetly offered her, and ignored his grins in the halls but anything else, nada.
he liked the peace.
he'd spoken to her a couple times since then, because he did somewhat still feel bad for pointing something that could've wiped out the entire population of sweden at her.
she jeered about "oh yes, mister superhero, hold it over my head forever!" during their ill-intentioned marin-dominated conversations, but he didn't mind. jungwon seemed to awfully enjoy it.
a sunny thursday morning.
"we should reveal ourselves to the world!" quanta exclaimed to him while he was putting books back in his locker.
"that's a horrible idea." he responded. pulling out his phone, a headline about a particularly terrifying villain batman had wrestled flashed as a notification.
it's not like jungwon hadn't fought ruthless villains before. just very less of them. he'd liked to be referred as like, the-friendly-neigbourhood knightro, but due to these overachieving powers, he had a much bigger duty than rescuing cats from trees.
he began his descent down the hall after skimming through the article, wondering if there were any crimes he could help tackle.
"quanta, anything new you can tell me?" he asked, keeping straight ahead.
"yes quanta, enlighten him." a sarcastic voice rang out from behind him. jungwon sighed knowingly. he tried his best to not speak when others were around, but marin was always lurking everywhere he had to be.
most bullies just had that sense.
"good morning, marin." he said, turning his head 3/4th's in her direction. he was met with a scoff as she merged off into another hall, her friend group still bewildered at why she even bothered speaking to him.
they looked back at jungwon curiously, in which the boy ignored. he diligently went to his fourth period class and listened to the intel that quanta relayed to him.
+
it wasn't easy for marin to recover from the initial shock that yang jungwon was knightro. it was crazy. it had to be some massive prank the entire universe was in on.
and she wasn't going to lie, she had always thought knightro was smoking hot.
"there's no way. there's just no way!" she'd said, pacing back and forth the day she'd left jungwon inside the classroom.
how on earth was that mega-nerd actually this super-hot superhero with really nice thighs in that manly sui—...wait, what?
the girl shook her head, horrified. this was insanity. she remembered the sheer size of the huge weapon jungwon, or "quanta" as he’d referred to, had wielded at her. she gulped.
what the hell?
the girl took a tylenol, aiming to relieve herself beforehand from the forming headache. trying to relax at the thought that nobody had commit suicide, she went about her day.
marin's friend group was worried. "mar, something happened with that jungwon guy. ever since you ran off after him you've been acting weird. what's going on?" wen finally broke.
the girl looked at her. "nothing happened."
"but you leave him alone now. mostly. and you guys kinda.. talk?" one piped up.
marin snorted. "we do not talk."
"um, that one time you argued with him for a full 30 minutes outside my classroom? and mr. k had to tell you guys to get a room?"
"hey, fuck mr. k." the girl said, brushing it off. "jungwon is a complete and utter weirdo." she said, stating the last bit matter-of-factly.
"o-okay, then..” the girls dropped marin off to her physics classroom, wen eyeing her then jungwon warily.
"shut the door behind you, miura." the teacher asked, not bothering to berate her on being late.
marin walked down the aisle, sora kicking out her chair for her. "thanks." she said, sitting down and briefly hugging the girl.
naturally, she turned to look at jungwon. she usually made a snarky comment about him at this exact time.
she found the boy already looking at her.
"what do you want?" she deadpanned.
"you have about 3 of my pencils? i don't have any left." he mockingly pouts. marin rolls her eyes. "c'mon, geek. we all know you have about 20 more shoved up your ass." she shot.
jungwon raises his hands defensively. "i don't, actually. may i have one back?"
"they're at home." the girl sneers.
the boy cocks an eyebrow. "how are we going to write?"
marin sighs, leaning over into her bag and pulling out her makeup bag. she pulls out two of her pencil eyeliners, not oil-based this time so they should be able to use less product and get a good writing streak; and puts them on her desk.
she compares them, and ultimately throws the shorter one in jungwon's direction. the boy catches it, eyeing it amused.
"dior? dior pencil liner?"
"got an issue?" marin snapped, uncapping her charlotte tillbury one.
"that's.. costly." jungwon says, in disbelief. how'd she throw that to him so casually?
right. hill girls.
"if you want, you can use it on your eyes too." marin bats her eyelashes at him, patronizingly. jungwon looks at it, then throws it back to her.
"what?" marin asks, not catching it as expertly as jungwon did.
"no thank you. that’s probably precious to you." he winks, pulling out a spare pencil from his bag.
the girl's speechless.
did he just—?!
she faced back to the lecture, grumbling to herself. ever since jungwon showed her who he really was with that huge fucking gun, he'd been thinking he'd gotten the best of her.
marin couldn't even think of ways to poke fun at him anymore. steal his lunch money? out of the picture. whoopie cushion on his chair? he'd sense something was up. the girl sat there scheming for a good 10 minutes, trying to think of every possible way she could prank an entire superhero, and came up short except for the weak resolve of pinning a piece of paper with "loser" written on it to his locker.
a voice breaks her stream of thought.
"what is going on in that head of yours?" jungwon asks after the teacher's done talking, an amused look in his eyes.
"none of your business, that's for sure." marin snaps.
"well, you didn't write a single thing down during the lesson. but it looked like you were focusing really hard." he says, resting his cheek on his hand.
knowing she was practically disassemblied after the event, jungwon felt like he'd found this new sense of confidence within him. school didn't feel as horrendous, and he felt as if neutralizing marin was the biggest hurdle he'd jumped.
it was more than delightful speaking to her whichever way he wanted.
"i was memorizing formulas. writing them down isn't a need," she hmphs.
"right. you're definitely smart enough for that." the boy deadpans. marin is utterly taken aback at that, and scoffs at his attitude.
"oh, you..." she sneers, abruptly sitting up from her seat as all eyes lock on her.
"i need to switch seats. now.” she announces with crossed arms, scanning to see who would offer theirs.
"wow. i can't that be that bad, c'mon." jungwon speaks up, as marin ignores him. most of the class swears they've never even heard his voice, so it was a perplexing statement; especially to marin miura out of anybody.
"y-you could sit next t—”
"not a chance." marin shuts down as tyler fitzgerald slumps back into his seat.
sora glares at jungwon. "i think you should move seats instead."
"what? why?" jungwon questions, bewildered as to why he's catching strays from somebody he's never spoken to before in his life.
"yeah. why don't you move?" marin supports, looking down at him.
“i’m fine where i am.”
the teacher lets out a groan. "come on. marin, jungwon, out." he says, pointing at the door.
jungwon's jaw drops. he's never been kicked out of a classroom before.
"what did i do?!" they both say at the same time.
the man pinches the bridge of his nose. "don't make this more diffuclt than it needs to be." he says, giving both of them an expecting look.
marin stands there, with a frown on her face. she eventually grabs her things and spins on her heel. "fine." she says, heading out.
the teacher gives jungwon a hard stare.
the boy sighs, gathering his things and getting up to leave.
stood leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, is marin. "thanks a lot!" she calls after seeing jungwon emerge out of the room.
the boy stops. "i literally cannot even begin to comprehend why you would be mad at me for that. you caused the scene?"
"you called me a dumbass!"
"i did not!"
all marin could do was seethe there, utterly pissed. these past few weeks of jungwon's unusually bold remarks, cocky one-liners and him throwing her knowing looks in the halls paired with that stupid smirk had been driving her insane.
it shouldn't matter that he was some generic superhero. he used to cower when she'd enter the room. he'd forget the words to his entire script during a presentation when his eyes landed on her. he'd go the longer way to avoid running into her sometimes.
she hated not being in control.
weeks of annoyances rapidly started to build up as she stared at his infuriatingly blank face; temper-risen.
“agh!” she groaned.
the girl began to angrily march up to him, a confrontational, defiant look on her face.
"listen here, hero, i know you think that you're the shit now because you like to rescue little kids from falling off seesaws, but you will never—!”
she only manages to spit out; before her ankle unnaturally bends.
in her fury, marin's kitten heel had broken off and caused her to fall forward with a gasp; right into jungwon.
jungwon's eyes go wide. his fast reflexes catch her almost immediately, although he's a bit flummoxed. he desperately tries to ignore the heat spreading across his face at the unprecedented situation.
marin's manicured nails claw painfully into his arm to steady herself, and he lets out a hiss.
"ow, ow!" he groans, gently guiding her up so she stops digging into his skin.
the girl's grip loosens but she doesn't look up. her head stays dropped, entirely frozen.
"..."
the close proximity has jungwon completely malfunctioning; and it doesn't help that marin's gone eerily quiet as well.
"u-um, marin?" he finally asks, slowly looking down at the top of her head.
nothing for beat.
"..ah, o-ow.." the girl hesitantly speaks, in such a small, broken voice.
jungwon's mind goes blank. in the next second, the most violent flush spreads across his face at her tone.
that didn't even sound like her.
the boy’s breath hitches in his throat; and he’s left utterly clueless on what to do next.
"detected: severely sprained left ankle." quanta finally informs, after sneakily scanning marin's biology.
oh.
jungwon looks away and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm down before looking back down at the girl and letting out a breath.
“…”
"...can you, um, walk?" he asks, immediately wanting to punch himself for the stupid question.
marin doesn't respond.
right. obviously not.
"knightro. fix this." she nearly mumbles, in that same, vulnerable tone. it was definitely intended to come out as a command, but sounded nothing like one.
jungwon's knees nearly go weak. who knew marin had it in her to sound so pleasant?
he swallows hard. "i don't have healing abilities." he speaks, trying to sound as composed as possible. "i could take you to a hospital."
"d-do that." she slowly affirms, and the boy gradually nods, even though she can't see him. he begins to try to shift her weight so that she could lean onto him and try walking that way, hoping she couldn't hear his thundering heartbeat.
the second her foot grazes the ground, her grip on jungwon tightens and she lets out a sharp breath.
fuck.
jungwon had been trying to ignore the growing possibility of having to carry her outside, but it really seemed like there was no other choice at this point. he tries to breathe out through his nose, eyebrows knitting at how he would've never seen this happening in a million years.
he supposes it would hurt her rep/ego a lot more, and only do wonders for his, so he straightens his shoulders, wipes away the sweat on his brow and speaks.
"hey. i'm going to lift you up, okay?" he says, coming out a lot weaker than he intended.
again, marin is quiet. he waits for a confirmation; but knowing her, she'd stay stubborn about asking for help until the day she died.
he sighs, a little nervous. "on three."
the boy places a protective hand on her back, and once he gets to three, he scoops her up with 0 effort, as marin yelps.
her arms instinctively wrap around his neck for support, and jungwon nearly drops her onto the ground once the shock registers that his hands are securely gripping the back of her bare thighs.
the position has his brain feeling like it isn't working; and that the next words that came out of his mouth would be a bunch of jumbled nonsense, so without further ado he willed his feet to move.
he tried his hardest to avoid the burning stares from passersby; which one guy had done a quadruple-take to comprehend.
'like come on. now you're just pushing it,' jungwon thought to himself, bitterly.
for marin, she wanted to nuke the entirety of the planet right now. she was still a little hazy from the severe, throbbing pain that was radiating from her ankle, but it wasn't beyond her that this was crazy.
she tried her hardest not to think about how jungwon had picked her up in one swift move, like she weighed nothing.
truth be told, it was a little difficult to not to be following knightro's every endeavor in the news once she knew it was jungwon.
she couldn't bring herself to believe it was him. there was no way the doofus carrying her right now was the same dude that rescued a couple of girls from a particularly nasty housefire a night ago, and the blonde one kissed him on the cheek for saving her during the media coverage of the aftermath.
marin scoffed at that, because why would you kiss a masked guy who could be like, really ugly, but whatever.
she was aware of the closeness and the wintery, decadent scent of his cologne filling her nostrils.
“…”
he looked really good from this angle.
her mind blanks. "what the fuck!" she suddenly yells, snapping out of it as she frantically starts wiggling; trying to escape his hold.
jungwon's eyes widen at the surprise attack as he instantly grips her tighter. "hey, calm down! i can't put you down! holy—" he struggles, unprepared for marin's sudden outburst.
"no! i am not another one of your helpless victims!" she yells, still continuing to weakly fight.
jungwon tries to ensure her ankle doesn't hit a locker, or a nearby wall as he finally regains control.
"hey, stop! stop it. i don't think of you as that. you're not a victim." he instructs, looking down at her with a hard gaze as he secures her. "enough resisting." he says, so assertively that marin can’t even believe it was jungwon speaking.
the boy quickly pushes a strand of blonde hair covering her face away, as she looks up with wide, flustered eyes.
“behave.”
jungwon begins to march on, and marin stills, absolutely bewildered at his demeanor.
what the fuck?
marin wishes someone would snipe her right this second. the unfamiliar, unnatural blush spread across her cheeks felt like a war crime against her autonomy.
i mean, it did just sink in.
she was pressed against knightro's chest. this ultra-sexy superhero who could apparently generate whatever he wanted with indestructable armour.
do you think he could generate, like...
marin goes pale at the wildly inappropriate thought; about jungwon of all people.
"aaaaack!" she squeals, fighting jungwon and disobediently going against his words in less than 5 minutes again. "put me down! put me down!"
"what is with you!" the boy scorns, trying yet again to stop her from squirming.
"put me down, you, you.. sex offender!" she yells, struggling.
jungwon's eyes enlarge. "what?!" he stammers, frantically looking around to see if anyone heard marin's absolutely outlandish claim.
in this moment of weakness, marin uses it to escape his grip, landing on the floor with her feet.
the second her seemingly-forgotten ankle pain is reignited after the rather harsh contact, she actually shrieked.
the blunt contact with the ground sent electric shockwaves of pure pain radiating up her leg. the girl thought she was going to puke from how suddenly lightheaded she felt.
and jungwon was right there, sunken down on the floor with his elbows resting on his knees as he observed marin, fallen to the ground.
"ow, ow, ow..." she moaned, hot pain shooting up her body. tears gathered at her eyes, blinding her vision.
"care to explain what that was?" jungwon asked, cocking his head.
marin looks up at him with wet eyes, feeling like she needed her ankle amputated to stop this pain.
"you can either come with me, or i can call you an ambulance. i could get you help a lot quicker than waiting around for someone to come. it all depends if you want to listen."
marin tries so hard to stay stubborn. for no apparent reason, because only she had anything to lose.
"t-take me to help.." she whines, trying to avoid his eyes.
"will you behave?" jungwon asks, curiously.
"..."
"yes." she squeaks.
"good," jungwon says. he comes closer to her, taking her arm and wrapping it around his neck again. he gently picks her up and resumes walking the short distance to the doors.
marin tries to stop her tears by pure willpower, but fails miserably. it was unarguably the worst pain she'd ever been through in her entire life; having never broken a bone, falling off a playground, suffering from a cut, etc. as jungwon had experienced all and more, being a superhero.
they're a considerable distance away from prying eyes or any security cameras, and marin recognizes jungwon begin to shift as he continues heading further. a cool, sleek metal begins to overtake him, and marin's head snaps up at him, eyebrows knitted.
jungwon looks down at her. "don't worry. just preparing to get you there." he grins, before a mask overtakes his face.
marin thought she'd have to hold back a moan; she wasn't in yang jungwon's arms anymore, it was knightro's.
the last of the suit finishes assembling, and marin can feel the strong, protective finish of the armour encapsulating jungwon.
the boy mutters a few quick words, presumably to quanta, before he slowly begins to hover off the ground. marin lets out a light gasp, before jungwon's grip on her tightens.
"hold on, okay?" he says, as marin obliges without much bite; it was kind of scary to be in somebody who was floating's arms.
without much warning, jungwon takes off, cutting through the sky. marin yelps, burying her face impossibly close into jungwon's neck. the height was dizzying and the speed was deadly; but the cold, cutting air felt nice on marin's throbbing ankle.
jungwon looked straight ahead, quanta navigating him in the direction of the nearest hospital.
"wow," jungwon jokes. "you'd think they'd build the general hospital within the city limits, not on a stretch of land in the outskirts."
marin can't bring herself to reply, with the physics of the situation. all she knew was that knightro's name wasn't a lie; he was fast.
the girl felt the descent and eventually, he landed with a small, secure thud as dust surrounded him.
finally looking up, she sees the hospital right in front of her with the large, busy emergency room within feet.
the girl finally draws out a breath she didn't know she was holding. she peels herself off of jungwon, still in his embrace and looks at him, with an unreadable expression.
the boy cocks his head at her. "you're welcome."
in the distance, emergency personnel could be seen on their way to marin with a stretcher. jungwon had asked quanta to dial into the hospital lines and inform staff he'd arrive with quote, a "severely injured victim", so much to the 10 first-responders's annoyance at seeing some teenager with a sprained ankle, he grins.
and much to jungwon's utter surprise, shock, bewilderment, whatever you'd call it, he certainly wasn't expecting marin to grab his face and press a hard kiss to his masked lips, which he felt unnaturally deep in his core even with the thin material of his suit acting as a barrier between the contact.
the girl almost blankly pulls back, the same unpleasant look on her face as usual. "thanks, i guess. don't get too excited. you have a pattern with letting random blondes kiss you." she drops.
all jungwon could do is sit there in utter disbelief while his face burned red, and the stretcher for marin arrived.
+
2 days later, marin's back at school. she's got white bandage wrapped around her foot and she’s reliant on crutches, much to her dismay. she shuffles in wearing slides, comfortable shorts and a white t-shirt; a sight that's almost never been seen before in public.
it was unnatural seeing marin so laid-back, so much so she nearly blended into the typical crowd at school.
but of course; she couldn’t forget her iconic, cursive ‘m’ diamond pendant necklace.
her friends gave her tight hugs each once they saw her, trying to find something to compliment.
“i err, love your shoes!” one says, scratching her head at the black, generic slides. marin takes no notice. “thanks!” she says, blowing her a kiss.
the girl leans on the crutch, still getting used to the unusual feeling.
"wow. how did it happen again?" wen curiously asks, a little jealous at the attention. marin gives her a zeroed look.
"i just, you know. it happens." she shrugs.
“oh.. okay..”
"interesting. you should be more careful if that sort of stuff just happens to you." a voice cuts in from behind her, and she mentally prepares to face none other, than yang jungwon.
the past day had given her plenty of time to think about her hazy, pain-drunk, emotionally-fueled actions.
what the fuck was that?
she groans, whipping around to give him a dirty look. "can i help you?" she asks.
jungwon cocks his brow, supposedly taken aback. "whoa. really?" he says, with a small smirk. wen's eyes are nearly about to bulge out of her head.
everybody else is equally as confused as to why jungwon suddenly has the nerve to start talking like marin like it was just another day.
marin’s shooting daggers at the boy.
wen laughs, awkwardly. "uh, jungwon, how about we start getting headed?" she asks, as the two have the same homeroom.
marin ceases to interject, a bitter look on her face as per usual.
“of course. i’ll just walk marin to her locker, if that’s okay.” he says, with a charming glint.
the girl scoffs. “i can walk just fine!” she scorns.
jungwon looks at her, shrugging. “if you say so.” he says, cutting through them and walking on inside.
“what’s with that guy..” marin mutters, under her breath.
truth be told, jungwon didn’t know what to think after the girl’s bold move.
even quanta seemed to short-circuit; never having predicted that possibility in about 64.8 years.
it did leave him with the utmost nerves, and one full night of not being able to think about remotely anything else. hell, he even ignored a call to rescue some teens in a ditch due to his foggy critical-thinking skills.
pushing on past the school crowd, he finds himself stopped at a specific locker. he slowly leans against the one next to it, chest feeling heavy.
‘what was he doing?!’ he thought, absolutely sweltered from why he seemed to be moving without using his brain.
his palms clam up and he nearly decides to take off, before he sees marin in the faint distance, hobbling her way over to her locker.
jungwon takes a sharp inhale, before trying his best to look neutral when she approaches and gives him a classic dirty look.
“um, what do you want?” she judges, trying to unlock her locker with both hands, on one foot, and trying to keep her crutches upright.
one the locker unlocks, jungwon holds it open for her.
“i’ve never seen you with a backpack before. crutches don’t work with bags?” he asks, a small lilt to his tone.
“obviously not.” she says, grabbing a textbook.
the boy tries not to notice how marin in casual attire looked deliciously good—-and nearly slaps himself back to reality.
marin was a heartless bully, and that was a fact. she was practically evil. why on earth was jungwon following her around like a lost puppy?
the boy begins to slowly turn around to walk away, before the girl grumbles. “wait.” she says, clearly having trouble trying to hold her intro fashion textbook while staying upright on her crutch.
the boy sighs and gently takes the textbook from her as she steadies herself, and begins to hop off in the direction to class.
“go on.” quanta mocks, and he nearly shushes it out loud. following marin with meek steps, he subconsciously creates a barrier between him and other students so nobody blindly bumped into the injured girl.
watching this, marin slowly narrows her eyes.
fuck.
he really is exactly like all knightro footage she’d binged for hours in the hospital; despite a nagging at the back of her mind to stop.
footage that included deranged tiktok edits, to which she’d watch for a couple seconds before shutting off her phone as fast as possible and refreshing to hide the damned evidence.
something about jungwon’s initially infuriating behaviour had felt... interesting. she’d never heard the words “behave” said to her in her entire life; despite being a spoiled brat. she held some resentment towards jungwon believing he could talk to her like that, but her words seemed to falter; despite her ego.
jungwon was freakin’ knightro.
she assumed it was just hero talk.
as they approach the near-empty classroom to wait for the first bell, the boy cocks an eyebrow. “should i carry this in for you?” he asks, holding up the textbook.
“not even.” marin snaps. “i’ll wait for my deskmate to bring it in. you can leave it next to me.”
jungwon slowly nodded, looking at her. he leaned down, sturdying the book next to her.
he comes back up, straightening his back. he should leave. he should really leave.
“…”
yes. he needs to leave.
before he ultimately decides to head to his own class and spare the awkwardness, he notices a couple flecks of glitter on marin’s cheek.
“oh. you have uh,” he says, pointing to his own cheek.
marin’s brows furrow. “what do you mean i have something gross on my face?” she hurriedly questions, trying to feel for anything.
“no, it’s not gross. it’s just—no, not there.” the boy says.
without thinking, he reaches a gentle finger out to her face, brushing the glitter off her cheek.
then makes the dire mistake of looking straight into her eyes.
his breath hitches. marin may be an evil anarchist, but she was insanely gorgeous. and even more so up-close.
unluckily for marin’s ego, she also couldn’t bring herself to scoff and slap his hand away. jungwon may be, er, a nerd? but he definitely wasn’t ugly. right. that’s what she’d call him.
not ugly.
the two stare at one other—frozen at how the opposite person looked from this nearby.
jungwon doesn’t even feel himself lean in, approaching closer and closer to her lips. he stops nearly two inches away—in realization. his eyes widen, snapping him out of his lidded gaze. he stays there, staring at marin like she’d caught him in a crime.
the girl, without warning, closed the gap and pressed an extremely quick, chaste kiss to his lips; the second time in 4 days, before jumping back and immediately whipping her head around like she’d just heard a voice.
“what the fuck?!” she breathes, frantically looking around to see if anyone had just seen what she’d done.
she looks at jungwon, horrified.
he’s stood there, a blank look on his face as his brain tries to rewire itself into a working human being.
“what was that?!” marin accuses, although it was her that made the move.
“th-that.. was you.”
“you, you can’t just, it’s muscle memory! you can’t get that close and just—i was doing what i usually do in these situations! the gap was like, triggering, so i had to like, ugh, fuck!” she rambles in a valley, whiny vent.
jungwon blinks.
no, it was crazy,
but he was sure, and according to quanta’s rapid intel of marin’s biology, it’d be okay.
god, he couldn’t believe he wasn’t doing this drunk.
amidst marin’s weak justifications, he swallowed before contemplating his life for a split, half second.
jungwon closed his eyes and leaned back in, with gentler force. his lips fluidly latched onto marin’s as he kissed her deeply, slowly pressing her head back against the wall. he captures her plump bottom lip and gently holds it between his, finally savouring her as he feels her long lashes tickle his cheek.
there wasn’t any other word for it other than addicting. it was so absurd to both parties that nobody could get enough, for the short while.
it wasn’t until marin shoved him with all her might that they realized the weight of their actions.
neither stopped it.
marin looked entirely bewildered—eyes blown out, heavy breathing and flared nostrils.
“what the actual fuck!” she yelled, as jungwon tried to hold back a kiss-drunken chuckle.
he would figure out the consequences of this later. he would figure out the morality, self-respect, appropriateness and all the other factors of his actions another time.
and begrudgingly, the pang of disappointment at the loss of his warmth didn’t go unnoticed in the girl.
jungwon turns to stride away. “s’sorry.”
marin calls after him. “do not! do not tell anyone that happened. if you do, i’ll fucking kill you!” she curses, as jungwon bites back a smile.
whatever he just got into, whatever screwed-up dynamic between him and marin was going on, he just knew; he could probably go rescue about 10,000 people tonight no-sweat, if duty called.
bff/fwb!niki x you
“you and niki are best friends that fuck. it works perfectly, with you being too busy with school and him being too emotionally detached for anything more. yet it all crumbles after feelings shift and everything falls into the very grey area you were afraid of to begin with.”
cw; !mdni! smutttttttttttttttt. fwb. a toxic, jealous niki. kinda angst. 2.1k words.
“you’re not seriously going tonight when you have this right here?”
“what do you mean- oh my god niki!”
by going, he meant your movie night hang out with some people from your thursday class and by this, he meant him lying on your bed completely naked. dick out and everything.
you knew he was vulgar but he never fails to surprise you.
“nishimura put that thing away. it’s a hazard.”
“you calling my dick big?”
you roll your eyes and continue getting ready, until arms suddenly slither its way around your waist, pulling you flush back against a chest.
“baby... how can you abandon me?” he peppers kisses along your shoulder line, something he knows you love so much.
“don’t baby me,” you try to untangle yourself but the man stays firm, “why are you so clingy tonight?”
“i’m not clingy.”
“really?”
“fine... practice was such a bitch so i thought we could spend the night together you know, cuddling and shit...”
“cuddling and shit? you're such a romantic.”
“come on baby... i’ll do that thing you like with my tongue,” he coos into your ear, voice softer and deeper than usual, “then i’ll buy you fried chicken.”
“deal!”
“you fucking serious?” his mouth hangs wide at the revelation, “fried chicken is all it takes?!”
and he really did order you your favourite fried chicken after doing that thing you loved so much with his tongue, over and over until you saw white.
spending time with niki was always easy. full of fun, comfort and a lot of sex. there was nothing normal about this scandalous friendship of yours but it worked. he’d come whenever he needed release and you’d call whenever you needed relief. it was the perfect arrangement for two best friends who wanted sex with no strings attached.
“i need some beer. your pussy drained me.”
“you’re unbelievable nishimura.”
while the man searched about in the kitchen, you lay on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through funny reels on his phone. until a notification flashes across the screen, the name hyemi being the first thing you noticed, followed by three words "come by tomorrow".
you don’t mean to look at the other new notifications but you do.
name after name, message after message from girls you know too well of, telling him to come over. to do things to them.
you weren’t a jealous person, especially not over niki but just something about this irked you the wrong way, more than you would’ve wanted to admit. it was a strange feeling, one that was never there until you and him fucked.
and now your feelings are fucked.
“what’s with the long face?”
“nothing.”
the man plops down beside you and tilts his head but thankfully doesn’t question any further.
“wanna do something tomorrow? go for a drive? fuck in a park somewhere?” he asks while drinking his beer and checking the plethora of notifications on his phone. his brows raise at the messages but he doesn’t reply to any, nor saying anything aloud.
“i had plans to study with maki.”
“maki? that nerd?” he says it like he’s mocking, tone unpleasant like the look that’s currently on his face, “what’s with you and him?”
“we have like 3 classes together and he helps me out sometimes.”
“he just wants to fuck.”
“he does not!” you were quick to bite back, “he’s a nice guy!”
“yeah you say that now but wait til he’s alone with you and oops, there goes his hand up your skirt.”
“is that what you do? with hyemi?”
oops. you didn’t mean to mention her name and now that you did, niki is looking at you like you’re crazy. and you really must be crazy to be mentioning something that was none of your business. especially his sex life.
“hyemi?” he turns to you with raised brows, “what about her?”
“nothing.”
“really? hm?” he coos, hand now creeping up your inner thigh. the man is evidently amused by how things are playing out, especially with how you’re currently death glaring him. oh he loved that.
“back off nishimura.”
“there’s no need to get jealous, angel,” he leans in closer to you, lips brushing the tip of your ears teasingly, “she’s nothing compared to you.”
his hands grabs at your waist underneath your huge flimsy shirt, fingers already kneading at your soft skin. niki kisses you before you could swear at him, his lips gentle and teasing against yours.
if it’s one thing that niki is good at, it’s that he’s fast. because one moment you’re sitting up on the couch, the next you’re lying on your back with the man’s head in between your thighs and your legs in the air.
it’s exactly how niki likes to have you. fully submissive and whimpering like the pathetic slut you were for him.
“ni- niki too much-” you bite down at your lips to hold back any inappropriate noises, knowing the neighbours must’ve been damn tired of hearing you all night. but it’s almost impossible with the way his god damn tongue is working you, edging you little by little towards your high.
you could feel him smirking into your folds, clearly pleased at how much you’re already squirming in his hold. and it had only been about two minutes.
the man pauses for a second to catch his breath, using the time to glance up at you, his eyes evil and telling enough of what was to come. the view of his head in between your thighs and his glistening lips almost makes you finish on the spot. knowing that it’s your juices on his lips is a whole different tier of high, one that never fails to bring you to cloud nine.
“my tongue make you feel good baby?”
“yeah... so good nik- ah!” and he was in between your legs again, plump lips immediately attached onto your dripping bareness that begged of a release. the third one tonight actually.
the man is clearly good at what he does, something that doesn’t really surprise you because of the reputation he has on campus. a fuckboy. a very known one too.
“i’m so close- please-” your words are barely audible anymore with your entire body feeling like it’s about to burst any time soon. with your fingers knotted in his hair, you throw your head back and arch your back more, readying yourself for what was to come.
the man immediately notices your reaction, he notices the little twitch in your face you make every time you’re close. niki always notices.
with his lips sucking harshly at your folds and his tongue flicking at your clit, niki then adds one finger into your hole, pushing you to almost insanity. and it does just that, your thighs instantly closing around him at the fullness, almost suffocating the poor man as you do. but niki is exactly where he wants to be, squished in between your thighs that he loved so much.
“come on baby... you can do it. for me.”
and that really does it for you. your body becomes undone beneath him, your limbs numb all over as that very familiar feeling overtakes you whole. white washes over, just like your juices that are making a mess on his face as you finally cum. but he doesn’t stop pumping, instead going faster to overstimulate your sensitivity. evil man.
“ni- niki!”
“yeah baby?” he finally pulls away with a scandalous plop, a smug grin immediately on his face as he does. you know that look, that cocky look he always wears whenever he has you like this. a fucking mess because of him.
you swear one of these days you’re going to smack him for it.
he crawls up to you while nonchalantly wiping the leftovers from his chin as if it hadn’t just come out of you. the sight causes your cheeks to go a darker shade, embarrassment hanging over you but that only makes him prouder. a true narcissist.
“you’re the worst nishimura.”
“and you love me for it,” he leans in to kiss you, smearing your own juices on your lips. the disgusted face you jokingly make has the two of you in a fit of laughter. it’s an unbelievably sweet moment, one that shouldn’t be making your heart skip a beat. but it does, like it has been for the past couple of weeks.
“i really don’t.”
“i love you though.”
it’s moment like these that has you delusional, totally forgetting that this was just sex and that this man was just smooth...
and that he was your best friend.
“are you meeting that nerd tomorrow?”
“are you meeting hyemi tomorrow?”
the room then goes silent but the piercing gazes from each other were doing enough of the talking anyway.
you swear it had been very obviously weird lately, the air always thicker whenever one of you mentioned another person’s name. it wasn’t like this before, only in the past few weeks when you began spending even more time together, when the sex seemed more intimate than it should’ve been.
being niki’s best friend has taught you just how touchy the man really was but this, all of this was not normal. from longer, deeper kisses to the gentle way he would hold you all night and finally that loving look in his eyes. all has become too questionable for two best friends.
yet no one has said a thing.
and no one is going to.
____
“not feeling well?”
a soft hand on your forehead brings you out of your daze, reminding you where you currently were. you’re in the library, where niki had dropped you off an hour earlier while on his way to hyemi’s place. ironically enough.
to say the car ride was heavy, would’ve been an understatement because not only were you two not talking but his grip on your thigh the whole way screamed of something more, almost like a threat. yet you gave him a kiss and got off to meet maki as if nothing was wrong.
because nothing should be wrong in this beneficial relationship.
“i’m so sorry just distracted.”
maki only smiles and reaches over to ruffle your hair, “it’s okay, i’m always distracted too.”
you both laugh it off and continue typing away on your own laptops, occasionally discussing something interesting. nerd stuff.
until your phone vibrates inside your pocket.
[from: devil nishimura]
wish i could be between your thighs right now
devour that pussy
make you cry
fuck im so hard for you bby
you roll your eyes and put down the phone, only to have it vibrate just moments later.
[from: devil nishimura]
dont ignore me
[from: you]
you’re sick nishimura
it baffles you to think that niki was sexting you like this while with another girl. it brings up the question, does he do the same when he’s with you? sexting other girls when he’s balls deep inside of you?
[from: devil nishimura]
want you so bad
miss you
ill come by tonight
“everything okay?” maki looks at you with concern and you don’t blame him with how focused you’ve been on your phone.
“i’m so sorry, i think i’m just tired. maybe we can meet another time?”
“of course silly,” he smiles reassuringly again, like he always does. “actually i wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to go for drinks tomorrow night? if you’re free?”
“oh- as in you and me?”
“yes,” he chuckles at your confused look, “it’s okay if you don’t want to-”
“it’s not that. i just had a few other assignments due. maybe next time?”
“of course.”
you’d be lying if you said the thought of maki hadn’t crossed your mind before. of getting to know him, of dating him. but your mind always wandered back to someone else, to someone who you had no chance with. to someone who let themselves into your bedroom later that night, while you were trying to sleep.
“really? you’re just going to break into my apartment in the middle of the night?”
“i missed you,” he says as the bed dips, before his body attaches itself onto your back. he’s already topless, arms immediately tangling itself around your waist to hug you closer to him.
he smells of beer, the mixture of it with his familiar cologne drives you insane. but there’s also a hint of something else, of someone else. a sweet, feminine perfume that wasn’t there this morning and it wasn’t yours.
your gut is screaming, telling you that he’s perhaps here now because he wasn’t satisfied with her. or with them. and that you’re just his only choice left.
“you spent so much time with him.”
“we were studying,” you say bluntly and try to fall asleep again but niki is already kissing away at the back of your neck, trying to elicit a reaction from you. “why are you here at this time nishimura?”
“had to see you.”
sigh.
“what? she didn’t give out so you came to me?”
“you know that’s not true,” he sounds rather defensive, his grip on you tightening the more he spoke, “they don’t matter. only you do baby.”
he turns your face a little and kisses you before you can even complain, he always does, knowing well enough that he’ll have you immediately puddy in his hands. and it does.
he kisses you rather possessively, lips moving so roughly against yours that it hurts almost immediately. he adjusts you then, turning you so you’re flat on the bed so he could hover over. his hands are already busy at your curves as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in when you take a moment to gasp for air. it doesn’t take long for him to dominate you over entirely, he always does and you’ve always let him.
but not tonight.
it was all finally getting to you, that you were the only one to have felt a shift in this friendship, that you were the only one to have thought that there was something more besides sex.
oh how wrong you were.
you press against his chest, slightly pushing him away from you. despite the lack of lighting in your room, you can see the instant surprised look his on face, like he’s part worried and part annoyed at the same time at the sudden disruption.
“what’s up with you tonight?” he sighs through his words but leans back in anyway, immediately marking up the side of your neck.
sigh.
“nothing.”
“come on, i know something’s up. you’re my best friend after all,” he emphasises the two specific words and it hits you like a truck, like an instant reminder of what this really was to him. and what it should’ve been to you too.
“i- i’m fine actually,” you say it with a smile.
“good,” he smiles back, teeth showing like he’s relieved at your answer, “now let me make you feel good. i missed my bestie so much today.”
he kisses your jaw, then your chest before disappearing between your breasts. you watch it all in silence, a smile appearing across your face as you yourself feel relieved. relieved to finally let your built up delusions go. you were stupid after all, to have found yourself falling into the very grey area you were afraid of being in the first place.
but at least everything could go back to normal now, back to when you and niki fucked with absolutely no strings attached. it’ll take time but for the sake of your friendship, you were determined to let the unwarranted feelings go.
🗯️ 内容 explicit sexual content ♫ 18+ ⸝⸝ intended for mature audiences | minors do not interact ᯓ secret & established relationship, cussing, overstimulation, first-time sex, loss of virginity, protected p in v, oral (f. & m. receiving), slight dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, emotional intimacy, aftercare !
EL’S ✷ BUBBLE : 2000s era, no fixed place because we’re here for vibes only <//3 hee & rea are about 20-21 here by the way ! also this is very much fueled by my lifelong doawk nerd tendencies and rodrick heffley resurfacing in my brain again . . . thank you so muchi for the request ! i lawb you ❤︎ enjoy my ever-so-lovely hoonguin nation (‾◡◝)
The rain came down in unforgiving sheets, harsh against your bedroom window, the sound of it filling every quiet space in the room. Water streaked down the glass so heavily the city lights outside looked blurred and distorted, turning everything beyond your room into watercolor smudges of yellow, red, and white.
“You’re soaking, Hee. Like, genuinely soaking,” you scolded, standing in front of him with a towel in your hands. “You’re going to get sick one day, I swear. Actually, no, you wouldn’t even be sick if you stopped climbing through my window every time it rains.”
Your flip phone had long since been abandoned somewhere on your bed after you hung up on him thirty minutes ago, your CosmoGirl magazine laying face-down on the carpet beside your desk chair. Your computer screen still glowed dimly from across the room, Facebook left open mid-scroll, photos of your classmates crammed into tiny albums — parties, cheap drinks, blurry peace signs held toward cameras.
Everyone else your age seemed to spend Friday nights somewhere loud.
Heeseung spent his climbing onto your roof.
He sat by the window nook now, completely drenched, hoodie clinging to his skin while droplets of rainwater dampened the built-in seat beneath him. Dark strands of hair dripped onto his forehead as the storm battered against the glass just beside him. The faint smell of rain followed him inside, familiar enough that you’d long since started associating it with him.
It wasn’t even hard for him to get in anymore.
Your room sat at the very front of the house, the small roof over the entryway sticking out just enough for him to pull himself up if he was careful. Four years together had apparently given him enough experience to do it almost effortlessly.
Well — mostly effortlessly.
“You act like I almost died getting here,” he muttered, lips pressed into a pout while you aggressively rubbed the towel over his head.
“You slipped last time.”
“I caught myself.”
“You almost took the gutter down with you.”
“But I didn’t.”
“You literally scared the shit out of me, Hee.”
Heeseung only grinned at that, soft and annoyingly pleased with himself, like your concern was something precious he wanted to keep.
You sighed dramatically, though your hands gentled almost immediately as you continued drying his hair.
Four years.
Sometimes it still startled you.
You’d started “dating” at sixteen in the careless, unserious way high schoolers often did — passing notes during class, sharing wired earphones during lunch, sneaking around after school with no real understanding of what commitment actually meant. Half the time, the two of you had only dated because your friends insisted you already acted like a couple anyway.
Back then, everything with him had felt light.
Fun.
He’d walk you home carrying your backpack even when you told him not to. You’d spend entire phone calls arguing about songs neither of you actually hated. He’d steal fries off your tray at lunch and swear your food somehow tasted better than his.
You’d broken up once for three days during junior year because he forgot your monthsary.
Then got back together because both of you were miserable about it.
Stupid teenage things.
But somewhere between then and now, things had shifted quietly into something deeper.
It happened slowly enough that neither of you noticed at first.
The late-night calls became late-night conversations about the future. The casual “I miss you” texts turned into him showing up outside your house after bad days because he couldn’t stand knowing you were upset alone. You started becoming part of each other’s routines without trying.
Without asking.
Now he climbed through your bedroom window in thunderstorms just because he wanted to see you for an hour before going home.
The worst part was that you always let him in.
“You’re staring,” he said suddenly.
You blinked, realizing your hands had stopped moving.
“Yeah, staring at this insane man in front of me.”
“That’s not what that look was.”
“Yes, it was.”
He laughed softly under his breath, reaching up to wrap his fingers loosely around your wrist before pulling your hand away from the towel entirely.
“I wanted to see you, pretty,” he murmured.
The teasing tone he usually carried was gone now, replaced by something quieter. More sincere.
Outside, thunder rolled somewhere far off.
“You always tell me to chase after the things I want, right?” he continued, eyes fixed on yours. “So I came here.”
Your expression softened immediately despite yourself.
God.
Four years later, and he still knew exactly how to get away with things.
You dropped the towel onto the floor beside him before stepping closer, your hands moving to cup his rain-cold cheeks. His skin was freezing beneath your palms, but he leaned into your touch instantly anyway, eyes fluttering for half a second like he’d been waiting for it.
“You’re fucking ridiculous,” you whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
Still, you leaned forward anyway, pressing a lingering kiss against his forehead.
His shoulders relaxed beneath your hands almost immediately.
Then, quieter this time, with the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile, “Whatever you say, loser.”
It was no surprise to anyone that your parents were probably the strictest people alive.
Even random strangers you talked to in online chatrooms knew about it.
You were legally an adult already, yet somehow still lived under rules stricter than most middle schoolers. But technically, it made sense — you still lived under their roof while attending college. You’d had plenty of opportunities to move out, plenty of reasons to, too, but staying home meant attending your dream university without constantly worrying about tuition, rent, groceries, or whether you’d survive off instant noodles for the rest of the semester.
So you stayed.
In exchange, your freedom was practically nonexistent.
Your parents were the kind of people who believed every horrifying thing printed in newspapers or aired on television. One kidnapping case three cities away suddenly meant you weren’t allowed outside past seven. A segment about drunk driving meant lectures during dinner for an entire week. Every terrible thing they heard only made them tighter, stricter, more protective.
Most parents loosened their grip as their children grew older.
Yours only held on harder.
They had rules for everything. Honestly, the list was probably longer than the Code of Hammurabi itself.
No smoking. No drinking. No parties. No clubbing. Curfew before sunset unless it involved academics. Finish your chores before touching anything remotely enjoyable. Most importantly — absolutely no boyfriends.
Unfortunately for them, strict parents rarely created obedient children.
They created sneaky ones.
And you were living proof of that.
Drinking?
You started around a year ago.
Your first time happened with your boy best friend, Hoshi, during what your parents believed was an innocent afternoon walk. Somehow, that “walk” turned into the two of you sitting outside in broad daylight with cheap alcohol burning down your throat while you tried not to cough your lungs out in front of him.
The taste was awful.
But the feeling afterward wasn’t.
For the first time in a while, your mind felt quiet. Warm. Easy. Like every frustrating thing weighing on your shoulders had blurred around the edges for a couple of hours.
You still remembered desperately forcing yourself to eat afterward so your breath wouldn’t smell suspicious when you got home. Sitting around for nearly an hour pretending to scroll through your phone while trying to sober up enough to look normal in front of your parents.
Smoking?
That happened a few months ago.
Ryujin handed you a cigarette outside a convenience store while the two of you were buying materials for a class project. You only meant to try one drag out of curiosity.
You nearly choked to death immediately after.
Ryujin laughed so hard she had to hold onto the side of the building.
Then there was the biggest rule of all.
No boyfriends.
Which was ironic, considering you’d already had one since sophomore year of high school.
Four years.
Four entire years of sneaking around your parents behind carefully constructed lies and perfectly rehearsed excuses.
Late-night phone calls whispered beneath your blanket. “Group studies” that were actually dates. Deleted messages. Fake stories. Secret kisses stolen before you went back home pretending nothing happened.
It was exhausting sometimes.
Stressful, absolutely.
But thrilling, too.
Because despite the rules, the lying, the double life — you loved it so, so much.
You loved the freedom hidden inside rebellion.
And maybe, just maybe, you loved him enough to risk getting caught.
Heeseung was sitting in your desk chair now, lazily scrolling through your open tabs of Tumblr and Facebook like he owned the place.
Every few seconds, another ridiculous post from your university friends flashed across the screen.
Photos taken inside crowded clubs with neon lights washing over flushed faces. Videos from late-night drives with music blasting so loudly the audio distorted. Someone posting about a spontaneous sleepover at some questionable motel in the middle of nowhere. Another group catching flights out of the country just because they could.
Everyone always seemed to be doing something.
Living.
Meanwhile, you were stuck sneaking your own boyfriend through your bedroom window like a criminal.
Heeseung, completely unbothered by the injustice of your life, leaned back comfortably in the chair while wearing his old basketball jersey from senior year — the one he’d given you after graduation along with a pile of other sentimental things he claimed “smelled too much like high school.”
The loose jersey exposed his arms entirely, toned biceps flexing every time he scrolled or clicked something on your computer mouse.
It was distracting.
Very distracting.
A pair of gray joggers hung low on his hips too — another thing technically hidden inside your room. He’d accidentally slept over around three months ago after both of you knocked out while studying, and in the panic of sneaking him out before sunrise, he’d forgotten them completely.
Thankfully, your parents had never found the container shoved into the back of your closet filled with clothes you “didn’t wear anymore.”
In reality, half of it belonged to him.
You sat cross-legged on your bed nearby, flipping through the last few pages of your magazine while occasionally glancing over at him.
The black lace trim of your camisole brushed against your skin every time you moved, soft fabric hugging your body comfortably. The beige middle contrasted against the dark details perfectly, and paired with your lounge shorts, the ones your aunt gifted you two Christmases ago, you looked effortlessly pretty without even trying.
Heeseung had already looked at you at least ten times in the last five minutes alone.
Then suddenly—
“Wait,” he said.
You glanced up lazily.
“Hm?”
He pointed at your computer screen.
A newly uploaded post from Ryujin filled the monitor, a blurry group picture of your girlfriends packed together inside some club bathroom, all glittery makeup and drunk smiles.
The caption read:
y/n was actually the one who took the photo (hella real) :-) #wemissyoubaddie #funnightout #yolo
Your face dropped instantly.
“Fuck my life, this is so stupid.”
The bitterness in your voice caught Heeseung off guard enough for him to turn fully toward you.
“What’s up?”
You tossed your magazine aside with far more force than necessary before dragging a hand down your face.
“It’s just so unfair sometimes,” you muttered. “Everyone gets to go out and do normal college things while I’m locked up in this house twenty-four seven like the apocalypse is about to happen.”
Heeseung stayed quiet, listening.
“My parents act like if I leave the house past sunset I’m immediately gonna end up dead in a ditch somewhere,” you continued, frustration spilling out faster now. “Ryujin literally sleeps over at random people’s apartments. Sunoo went to Batanes, that… northernmost province in the Philippines or whatever, for literally three days without even telling his parents first. I don’t even know how the hell he got the money for that! Ugh, everyone gets to just… live normally.”
You stood up from your bed abruptly and walked toward your desk, arms crossing tightly over your chest as you stared at the stupid Facebook post still glowing on your screen.
“And meanwhile I have to lie just to breathe.”
For a moment, the room went quiet except for the rain outside.
Then you felt his hands.
Heeseung reached for your waist gently, pulling you backward until you stumbled between his legs with a surprised laugh leaving your mouth.
“Hee—”
Before you could complain, he tugged you fully down onto his lap.
Instinctively, you settled there comfortably, your arms looping loosely around his shoulders while his hands stayed warm against your waist.
“Shhh,” he murmured softly, pressing his cheek against your stomach for a second. “It’s okay.”
You sighed dramatically despite melting into him immediately.
“It’s not okay.”
“It will be.”
He tilted his head back to look at you properly then, expression calmer than yours always seemed to be.
“You’ll get to experience all that stuff someday,” he said quietly. “The parties, trips, dumb late-night drives, all of it.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“You will. I’m so sure of it.”
The certainty in his voice made your chest ache a little.
He rubbed slow circles into your waist with his thumbs.
“And when you do,” he added with a small grin, “I’ll probably be there annoying you through all of it.”
That finally pulled a reluctant smile out of you.
“You’re already annoying.”
“Mhm,” he hummed. “But you like me anyway, no?”
The chair creaks beneath you, knees pressing into the cushion on either side of his thighs. Your hands rest on his shoulders, fingers curling into the soft cotton of the basketball jersey. Heeseung’s hands settle at your waist, his fingers moving in slow, careful circles as if he’s still learning the shape of where it’s safe to hold you.
He looks up at you, and the lamplight carves shadows along the sharp line of his jaw. His lips part, then close.
A beat passes.
Then another.
You feel the heat creeping up your neck, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle. So you pout, just a little, just to break the tension, a soft downturn of your lips that's half real, half teasing.
His eyes catch it immediately. A slow grin spreads across his face, lazy and warm.
"You're cute when you get pouty," he murmurs, thumbs stroking the bare skin just above the waistband of your lounge shorts.
Your eyes narrow, but there's no bite in it. "The window is right there if you wanna leave."
He laughs, low and short, and his hands tighten on your hips. "Not a chance, gorgeous."
You roll your eyes, but the smile gives you away. Your fingers slide from his shoulders into the hair at the nape of his neck, soft strands slipping between your knuckles. He leans into the touch, eyes fluttering half-shut for a second.
"You're so warm," you say, quieter now.
"So are you." His voice dips, rougher. "I feel like I'm burning up over here."
The air between you both immediately thickens.
His hands move — one sliding up your spine, the other settling on your thigh, thumb tracing absent circles on the inside. The fabric of his joggers is soft against your bare skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off him through the thin layers.
You lean in first.
Your lips brush his gently at first, testing. His breath hitches, and then he's kissing you back, soft and slow, his mouth molding against yours like he's got all the time in the world. One hand cups the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your face just right.
The kiss deepens gradually. His tongue traces your bottom lip, asking, and you part for him. The taste of him floods your senses, warm, faintly sweet from the soda he had earlier, utterly addictive. A small sound escapes your throat, swallowed by his mouth.
His hand slides down your back, palm pressing flat against the dip of your spine, pulling you closer. The chair shifts as he adjusts, and you feel it — the growing hardness beneath his joggers, pressing against your inner thigh.
He breaks the kiss just enough to breathe, "Fuck, you taste good."
"Shut up," you whisper, but there's no heat in it. You pull him back in.
This time, the kiss turns messier. Teeth graze your lower lip, tugging, and his groan vibrates against your mouth. Your hips shift forward instinctively, grinding down against him, and the friction sends a jolt straight through you.
Heeseung's breath stutters. His hands grip your hips, steadying you, guiding you into a slow roll that makes the chair squeak in protest beneath you both.
"Yeah," he breathes, lips trailing along your jaw, down the column of your throat. "Just like that, baby."
Your nails dig into his shoulders through the jersey. His mouth finds the hollow of your collarbone, sucking lightly, and your head falls back with a soft moan. His tongue soothes the spot, then he's kissing his way back up to your lips.
"You're shaking," he says against your mouth, half a question, half a statement.
"Mmm." You're not sure if it's from want or nerves or both. "Shut up and kiss me."
He laughs, breath warm and distracting. "Bossy."
But he does. His lips capture yours again, hungrier now, tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that makes your head spin. His hand leaves your hip to palm your breast through the lace of your camisole. The fabric is thin enough that you feel every ridge of his fingers, every press of his thumb as he finds your nipple and rolls it gently.
You gasp into his mouth. He smiles against your lips.
"Like that, baby?"
"Don't—" You cut yourself off with a shaky breath. "Don't be smug."
"Never." His thumb keeps circling, and his other hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against him. The pressure of his cock against your core is maddening through the layers of fabric.
You rock your hips again, a little more desperate this time, and the chair groans loudly beneath you. Heeseung's head falls back, eyes squeezing shut, a low groan rumbling from his chest.
"Fuck," he pants. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."
"What’s holding you back then? Let me."
Your hand slides down his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm. His abs tense under your touch, and he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes as you trail your fingers lower, over the waistband of his joggers, stopping just short of where he's straining against the fabric.
"Please," he whispers, voice cracking.
"Please what?"
He swallows hard. "Please keep touching me. Don't—shit, don’t stop."
You lean in, lips brushing his ear. "Don’t sweat it."
Then you kiss him again — deep, consuming, all tongue and teeth and desperate little sounds. His hips buck up against you, instinct taking over, and you grind back down, matching his rhythm. The chair rocks with you, a steady creak-creak-creak that fills the room along with your mingled breaths.
His hand slides under your camisole, palm flat against your stomach, then higher until he's cupping your bare breast. His thumb flicks across your nipple, and you moan into his mouth.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you. Your lips are swollen, your hair a mess, your eyes dark and hazy. He brushes a strand behind your ear, gaze soft. "So fucking beautiful."
"Kiss me again," you demand, breathless.
He does. He kisses you until your lungs burn, until the world narrows down to the press of his body against yours, the heat of his palm on your skin, the way his hips roll up to meet yours with increasing urgency.
His mouth trails down your throat, teeth scraping over your pulse point, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin there. Your fingers tighten in his hair, holding him close.
"Baby," he gasps against your collarbone. "I need—I need more."
"I know." Your voice is ragged. "I know."
He lifts his head, eyes meeting yours, pupils blown so wide they're almost black. His lips are red and wet, his breathing uneven. He looks ruined already, and you've barely started.
His thumb traces your hip bone through the fabric of your shorts. "Can I—"
"Yes."
The word tumbles out before he even finishes. You don't need to hear the rest. You want this. You want him.
His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, tugging gently, asking again with his eyes. You nod, and he takes a shaky breath before sliding his hand lower, palm pressing against the heat of you through your underwear.
Your breath hitches. His eyes lock on yours, watching every flicker of expression.
"Okay?" he whispers.
"Okay."
He kisses you again, softer this time, while his fingers begin to explore, tracing the outline of you through the damp fabric. Your hips twitch against his hand, chasing the pressure.
The chair creaks. Your heart pounds. His thumb circles slowly, deliberately, and you break the kiss to bury your face in his shoulder, moaning against the fabric of his jersey.
"I've got you," he murmurs into your hair. "I've got you, baby."
His middle finger drags through the slick fabric of your underwear, from your entrance up to your clit, pressing just enough to make your hips jump. You feel the heat of your own arousal soaking through the cotton, and from the way his breath catches, he feels it too.
"Fuck," he breathes, pulling back to look at you. His eyes are dark, hungry. "You're wetter than I was earlier, and I was standing in the rain without an umbrella or anything."
Your face goes scorching. The crimson climbs up your neck, floods your cheeks, burns the tips of your ears. You can't even look at him. You press your face back into his shoulder, mortified, and your hand flies down to swat his away from between your legs.
"Hey—" he starts, but you’re already guiding one of his hands where you want it, slipping it under your camisole so it rests against your skin.
"Up here," you mumble against his jersey. "Focus on this."
He laughs, low and warm, but his fingers curl slightly as he keeps his hand under your camisole, steady against your skin. "Yeah? This is what you want?"
You nod, face still hidden.
He squeezes gently, thumbs finding your nipples, and a shaky breath escapes you. "Okay, baby. I got you. Whatever you need."
He massages you, slow and deliberate, both hands kneading your breasts while his thumbs circle your nipples until they're pebbled and aching. Your hips start moving again on their own, rolling against his joggers, seeking friction. The length of his cock presses against your core through the layers, and the feeling of it, thick and hard, straining against the soft cotton, makes your mouth go dry.
"I want you so bad," you whisper, the words spilling out before you can stop them. Your hips grind down slowly, deliberately, feeling him twitch beneath you. "You feel so, so good. So fucking big."
You bite your lip, and a soft moan spills from your throat, high and breathy.
His eyes darken. His hands tighten on your breasts, and he pulls you into another kiss, rough and demanding, all tongue and teeth and desperation. His hips buck up to meet yours, and the chair groans beneath the weight of both of you moving together.
He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. "Bed. Now."
Before you can respond, he stands, lifting you with him. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and he carries you across the room, still kissing you, mouths slotting together in between ragged breaths. He pauses at the door, reaches back without looking, and twists the lock. The click echoes in the quiet room.
Then he carries you past the window nook, and you feel him pause again. He pulls back just enough to glance at the curtain, thin, pale, letting in the faint glow of the streetlight outside. He reaches over and yanks it closed, the rings scraping along the rod until the fabric is fully drawn, sealing the two of you in.
He lays you down on the bed, and the mattress dips beneath your weight. He follows you down, hovering over you, but then he sits back on his heels, hands finding the hem of your camisole.
"Can I?"
You nod, breathless.
He pulls it up and over your head, and the cool air hits your bare skin. Your breasts are fully exposed now, and his eyes go wide, his breath stuttering out of him.
"Holy shit," he says, voice barely above a whisper. His gaze drags over you, slow and reverent. "Your breasts are so big. Tiny ass waist..." He trails a finger down your sternum, between your breasts, over your stomach. "This is what you've been hiding from me?"
Your cheeks burn, but there's a thrill in his awe that makes you feel powerful. "Maybe, we’ll never know."
He shakes his head, letting out a disbelieving laugh. "Unreal."
His hands find your shorts next, hooking into the waistband and pulling them down your legs. Your underwear goes with them, and then you're bare beneath him, completely naked, and the vulnerability of it hits you all at once.
He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "You smell so good," he murmurs against your mouth. "Everything shower?"
A surprised laugh bubbles out of you. "Yeah, actually."
He grins. "Knew it. You always smell like vanilla and something sweet. Drives me insane."
His hand slides down your body, fingers trailing over your stomach, through the coarse hair between your legs, until he reaches your slick folds. His middle finger glides through the wetness, gathering it, and you shiver at the touch.
"Look at you," he says softly, watching his own finger move. "So fucking wet for me. Is this all for me, baby?"
You can barely nod. Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps.
His finger circles your clit, featherlight, and your hips jerk. "That's it. Just relax. Let me take care of you."
He slides one finger inside you, slow, and the stretch makes your eyes flutter shut. He's barely in, just the tip, and already it feels like so much. He watches your face carefully, reading every micro-expression.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," you breathe. "Keep going."
He pushes deeper, inch by inch, until his finger is fully sheathed inside you. The feeling is strange and full and good, and you clench around him instinctively.
"There you go," he murmurs. "Feel that? That's me inside you. Just one finger. Gotta get you ready for more, yeah?"
You whimper, and he starts to move, sliding in and out at a torturously slow pace. His thumb finds your clit, pressing tight circles, and the dual sensation makes your back arch off the mattress.
"That's it. That's my good girl. Taking me so well."
A moan builds in your chest, rising, and when it spills from your lips it's too loud — a sharp, breathy cry that cuts through the quiet room.
Heeseung's hand claps over your mouth instantly, but his smile is wicked. "Shh," he whispers, leaning close, lips brushing your ear. "We don't want Mr. and Mrs. L/N to hear their lovely daughter get fucked right now, do we?"
Your eyes go wide, and the heat floods your face again.
"Don't you?" he repeats, voice dropping lower. "Want me to stop?"
You shake your head frantically against his palm.
"Good girl," he says, and removes his hand.
He slides a second finger inside you, and the stretch is sharper this time, making you gasp. He pumps them slowly, curling them up, searching. When he finds that rough patch of nerves inside you, your whole body jolts.
"There it is," he breathes. "Right there, huh?"
He presses against it with every stroke, and your hands fly to the sheets, gripping them tight. His mouth descends on your breast, lips closing around your nipple, tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. He sucks gently, then harder, and the combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth on your chest has your mind going blank.
"So pretty," he murmurs against your skin, switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention. "Look at you. Taking my fingers so well. Think you can take my cock?"
You're not sure, but you want to try. "Yes," you manage. "Yes, I want it."
He kisses his way back up to your mouth, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to what his fingers are doing between your legs. "You're doing so good, baby. Tell me if it's too much."
"More," you whisper. "Please."
He withdraws his fingers, and you feel suddenly empty. He sits up, pulling his jersey over his head in one fluid motion, and your eyes travel over his bare chest. His shoulders are broad, his stomach toned, a light sheen of sweat making his skin glow in the dim light. You reach out, fingertips tracing the line of his collarbone, down his sternum.
He catches your hand, kisses your palm. "You can touch me all you want later. Promise."
He stands just long enough to push his joggers down, then his boxers, and his cock springs free — already hard, already dripping at the tip. Your breath catches. It's bigger than you expected. Thick. The sight of it makes your stomach flip with a mix of anticipation and nerves.
He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly. Three times. Once. Twice. Three. His eyes never leave yours.
"Enjoying the view, pretty?"
You can't form words. You just nod.
He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself by your head. His cock is right there, inches from your face, and you can smell the clean scent of his skin, taste the salt in the air.
"Open up," he says softly. "Let me feel that pretty mouth."
You part your lips, and he guides himself inside. The weight of him on your tongue is heavy, unfamiliar, and you take him as best you can. His hand cradles the back of your head, not pushing, just holding.
"That's it. Nice and slow. Just the tip."
He moves gently, sliding in and out of your mouth at a pace that lets you adjust. His other hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear that slips from the corner of your eye.
"Doing so good for me, baby. Taking me so deep."
You gag slightly, and he stills immediately, giving you time to breathe.
"Okay?"
You hum around him, and he groans at the vibration.
"Fuck, that's good."
He keeps going, slow and deliberate, fucking your face with a tenderness that doesn't match the filth of the act. When he pulls out, a string of saliva connects his tip to your lips.
He kisses the corner of your mouth. "So perfect."
Then he moves down, settling between your legs. His fingers find your slick entrance again, sliding inside with ease. He pumps them slowly, watching your face, and you're already so sensitive from everything that every stroke makes you gasp.
"Look at you. So ready for me. But I want to hear you ask."
"Please," you whimper.
"Please what?"
"Please put it inside. Please, Hee."
His eyes darken. "Good girl."
He reaches over to where his wallet sits on the nightstand, pulls out a foil packet, tears it open with his teeth. You watch him roll the condom down his length, his hands steady, his gaze locked on yours.
He positions himself at your entrance. The head of his cock presses against you, and you feel the heat of him, the pressure, the promise.
"Ready?"
You nod, throat tight.
"Tell me if it hurts. We'll stop. I mean it."
"I know. I want this."
He pushes in.
The first inch is a stretch unlike anything you've ever felt. Your eyes roll back, and you fumble for the pillow, pressing it over your face to muffle the sound that tears from your throat.
He pulls the pillow away, gently but firmly. "No. I want to see you. I want to watch your face when I fill you up."
His hand covers your mouth instead, palm warm against your lips, and you're grateful for it as he pushes deeper. The stretch builds, a burning pressure that makes your eyes water, and then he's fully inside you, seated to the hilt.
He stills. Gives you time.
"Fuck," he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. "You feel... you're so tight. So fucking tight around me."
Your walls flutter around him, adjusting to the intrusion. He stays perfectly still, letting you feel him, letting your body learn the shape of him.
"Okay?" he whispers.
"Okay," you manage, voice muffled by his hand.
He pulls out slowly, then pushes back in. The drag of him inside you sends sparks through your entire body. He sets a rhythm, deep, slow, deliberate, and his hand stays over your mouth, his other hand gripping your ass, kneading the flesh.
"You're taking me so well," he murmurs against your ear. "First time for both of us, baby, yeah? Still feels like I’ve known your body forever.”
You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks, and he kisses them away.
"My good girl. My perfect fucking girl. Do you feel that? That's me inside you. I'm the only one who gets to have you like this."
His pace quickens slightly, and the sound of him moving inside you, wet and rhythmic, fills the room. He reaches up and massages your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers.
"Look at your tits bounce while I fuck you. Fucking perfect."
The pressure builds in your belly, coiling tight. He feels it too, feels your walls clench around him.
"That's it. You gonna come for me? Gonna come on my cock?"
"I—Hee, baby—"
"Come for me, gorgeous. Let me feel you."
His hand moves from your mouth to wrap around your throat, not squeezing just enough to send a thrill through you, and he fucks you faster, deeper, chasing his own release.
"I'm close," he gasps. "Fuck, I'm so close."
"Inside," you plead. "Come inside."
He groans, his hips slamming into yours, and you feel him pulse inside you, feel the condom swell as he spills into it. The feeling of him coming, the way his body shakes, the way he moans your name — it pushes you over the edge.
"I'm coming," you gasp. "Baby, I'm coming—"
He fucks you through it, his pace never slowing, and the overstimulation makes you cry out. He dips his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth, and the sensation doubles, triples, splintering through you like lightning.
Your orgasm wrings you out, clenching around him, and he keeps thrusting, slow now, riding it out with you.
When it subsides, he pulls out gently, and you feel empty again. He peels the condom off, and you watch as he strokes himself once, twice, spilling the remaining drops of his release onto your lips, your breasts.
"Open," he says softly, and you part your lips. He smears the last of it across your bottom lip, then leans down and kisses you, tasting himself on your mouth.
Then he disappears between your legs.
His mouth descends on your sensitive core, tongue flat against your folds, lapping up the mess of your release and his. You squeak at the intensity, thighs clamping around his head, but he grips your hips and holds you open.
"None of that. Let me taste you."
His tongue circles your clit, flicks across it, and your hips buck off the mattress. He eats you out like he's starving, tongue plunging inside you, then dragging back up to your clit.
"You taste so wet. Could drink you all night."
It's too much. It's not enough. Your hands find his hair, gripping, pulling, and he groans against you, the vibration sending you spiraling.
The second orgasm hits you before you're ready, sharp and sudden, and you cry out his name as you come undone on his tongue.
He laps it all up, gentle now, letting you come down. When he finally surfaces, his chin is wet, his lips are red, and he's grinning.
He crawls up beside you, pulling you into his arms. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together.
"Hey," he murmurs. "Look at me."
You turn your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes are soft now, the heat faded, replaced with something tender.
“How are you feeling?” he asks softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.
You blink up at him from where you are, he pulls the blanket over both of you carefully afterward, tucking you against his chest while warmth slowly settles beneath the covers.
“Good,” you whisper, voice slightly hoarse. “Really good.”
His expression eases immediately, thumb stroking gently across your waist.
“Any pain?”
“A little sore,” you admit quietly. “But it’s okay.”
He leans down to press a slow kiss against your forehead, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.
“You did so well for me, baby,” he murmurs. “I know this was your first time.”
Your chest tightens a little at the tenderness in his voice.
“And it was yours too,” you whisper back.
A small smile spreads across his face.
“Yep,” he says softly. “Guess we trusted each other that much.”
You feel your eyes sting unexpectedly, emotion settling warm and heavy in your chest. Just something overwhelming and soft and impossibly intimate.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumble.
“Always.”
The answer comes instantly.
He pulls the blanket higher around your body afterward, making sure you’re fully covered before settling back against the headboard with you tucked securely against him. One of his hands slips into your hair, fingers combing through it slowly, while the other rests warm against your hip beneath the blanket.
Outside, rain still tapped quietly against the windows.
Inside, everything felt still.
Safe.
He presses another kiss to the top of your head before mumbling softly against your hair—
“Get some rest, pretty. I’m not going anywhere.”
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synopsis : you can’t take heeseung’s fake gentleman act anymore and finally confront him. unfortunately, it doesn't go quite as you expected as he retorts it against you.
( toxic situationship, dom!heeseung who’s lowkey a dick, kinda bratty sub!reader, mentions of alcohol and smoking, size kink lowkey, petnames, name calling (slut), fingers in mouth, oral f and m receiving, spanking, hair pulling, p in v (unprotected), praise and degradation, teasing!! )
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You didn’t really know what you would call you and Heeseung.
Fuck buddies? Friends? In a relationship? (probably not)
You just knew that you wanted him now. As you sat next to him at dinner, surrounded by all your friends. You couldn’t help yourself from looking at the way his blonde hair fell just above his eyes, how he listened attentively to whoever was speaking, not interrupting, or how his leg kept twitching under the table, in the way he always does when he can’t stay still.
You fought the urge not to rest your hand on his knee, not knowing the boundaries that could be crossed in front of your shared friends.
You also told yourself that was the reason he had barely acknowledged you during the dinner, except for when you arrived and his eyes raked over your body.
He was aware of this. It was kinda hard to miss with how you kept sipping on your wine glass and how your heel “accidentally” nudged on his shoe.
It didn’t bother him though, you looked hot and he wanted to take you home after this. Especially when he thought of last time, you kneeled down in front of him with your eyes watering and your mouth full of his cock.
As he noticed people getting more distracted in conversations, he placed his hand over your thigh.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, flashing that pretty smile.
You turned to him and your eyes flicked down to his hand. “Yea” you replied, trying to seem as normal as possible.
He nodded and his thumb started tracing circles, higher and higher, as he watched your eyes dart between him and your friends.
“You look pretty,” he whispered, leaning closer. He always knew what to say to make you melt.
You smiled and rolled your eyes, slightly embarrassed.
It was probably a combination of the fact that you were, well, surrounded by people, but also the recollection of the last encounter, that was followed by 2 weeks of radio silence by the both of you.
He looked down to where his hand reached the edge of your skirt.
“Heeseung,” you warned. He smirked at the sight of your doe eyes, and then dropped his hand, turning his attention back to his meal. You let out a breath you were subconsciously holding. He was so fucking frustrating.
The worst part was his kindness. He would never leave you shivering and always offered his jacket, always complimented you even when you had no makeup on and your hair was a mess, always carried you when you were drunk, paid for you, held your bags.
But at the end of the day, he acted that way with everyone. All of your girlfriends could testify that he was a gentleman and you had always loved that when you were just friends but now, you wanted him to yourself. Despite how much you hated admitting this, it bothered you to see him treat every girl the same. Like you were nothing special, like you were just the one who had foolishly let him in your pants.
You thought this as you watched him help a girl shell her lobster and you threw more wine back.
Well, you for sure were the only one at that table that knew the sounds he made when he was about to come, or the feeling of his hands cupping your face when he kissed you. Or how his tongue- fuck. You just spilled some wine over your thighs. Real classy.
“Shit.” you muttered and Heeseung turned his attention from the conversation happening at the other end of the table to you. His eyes dropped down and then back up.
You were tipsy. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes slightly watery and you had a stupid smile planted across your face as you dried your thighs off with a napkin.
“Y/n.”
You glanced up and saw Heeseung looking at you.
“What?”
He said nothing and took the napkin from you to help you.
“Let me take you to the bathroom.” he said as he gently grabbed your arm.
There he goes; the gentleman act, the “taking care of you when you’re drunk” act,
you thought to yourself as he excused you and led you out the table to the bathroom.
“I’m fine” you said as you pulled your arm back and rested your back against the wall. He just looked at you.
“I think you’re a little drunk y/n” he chuckled and wet a paper towel under the sink.
“Sure. You’d like that” your voice came out a lot more unsure than you’d intended it.
“What does that mean?” he asked as he leaned down and put his hand on your hip to clean your thighs. As you looked down you kinda forgot what you were gonna say.
“Dunno.”
He chuckled and rose back up. Then he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you wish you could say you pulled away. But you kissed him.
He kissed you back, smiling, and put his thumb on your chin, pulling down gently to slip his tongue in between your lips. He guided your head back against the wall and stepped between your thighs until you could feel the bulge against his jeans.
You put your hands behind his neck and he pulled you closer by your hips, not interrupting the sudden make-out session against the restaurant bathroom wall.
“Fuck baby, missed you,” he panted against your neck, trailing kisses from there to your collarbone. You felt the heat pooling in your underwear and tugged on his hair to continue kissing him. He smiled as your lips met, tasting the wine on your breath. He pressed one last soft kiss to your lips and pulled away, running a hand through his now messed-up hair.
He fixed it in the mirror and when he noticed you staring: “You okay?”
You pushed off the wall. “I’m fine.” you said, as if you had something to prove and tried to walk as straight as you could to the sink.
“Hey” he said in that soft, concerned voice that always made your knees weak. He turned you towards him as he searched your eyes.
“You sure?” he asked and your eyes widened slightly.
Suddenly someone came in and he stepped back, clearing his throat.
He said nothing more as he left the bathroom.
Later, you were outside the restaurant, smoking a cigarette. You love this weather; the phase when summer is just starting and every evening after sunset you can enjoy the light breeze flowing through your hair and the glow of the sun beginning to soften. You think this moment could stretch out forever by how peaceful you feel.
“Hey” he approaches and wordlessly asks for a drag. You pass it to him, watching how he exhales the smoke out of his mouth.
“Sorry about..you know” he adds after a while, passing the cigarette back to you as he searches your eyes.
You take it and go back to watching the scene of kids playing soccer unfold in the park in front of you.
“No, I don’t know,” you reply.
“Y/n.” he stares at you and sighs. “I mean about what happened two weeks ago. I should’ve called.”
You watch the group of kids cheer and hug each other as they finally win the game.
“Are you listening to me?”
You turn to him, flicking the cigarette away.
“Yea, you should’ve called,” you shrug.
After a few moments of silence you add “But I didn’t either so I guess it’s okay.”
He offers you a soft smile. “I don’t want to ruin this friendship.”
You look up at him.
“But I think it’s been really good.”
You giggle at that.
“What? Why are you laughing?” he chuckles too.
“It’s been good?”
“Yea- I mean- what we’ve been doing,” he shrugs “I think you enjoy it too.”
You roll your eyes as you remember him making you come twice last time, one on his fingers, one on his cock. He wasn’t wrong.
“Come home with me tonight,” he suggests.
You stay silent for a moment and then nod.
“You aren’t too drunk right?”
You laugh at that and hit his arm. “Hey! I was just a little tipsy. Besides, is sex the only thing you care about?”
He stays silent for a moment before going, “Well..why do you think I’m inviting you over, for a movie?”
You stare at him, processing. “Yea, I know, I was joking.” you add softly.
Fuck, he could at least pretend those aren’t his only intentions. Dickhead.
You should tell him to go to hell and go back home to your cats.
But you don’t.
He leads you into his apartment, hand resting on your lower back.
You don’t know if it’s the shitty response he gave you earlier, or how he made you walk in opposite directions to the car so your friends wouldn't notice but you were feeling incredibly frustrated.
He sits you down on the couch, helping you take your heels off.
Maybe the frustration was more anger at yourself that despite this, you still wanted him.
“I can do it myself.” you push his hand away
He looks up at you
“Y/n.” nothing. “Baby”
You stop and look at him.
“Will you let me help?”
You roll your eyes but let him.
“Such a gentleman. Do you do this to all girls you take home?” you mock and tilt his chin up to you as you look down at him.
His eyebrows furrow in frustration and he pulls away.
“There.” he takes your heels off and stands up, towering over you.
You say nothing and look down at your feet.
“You’re welcome” he adds.
You scoff.
“Do you have a problem y/n?” he asks, running a hand though his hair as he already gets impatient.
“I don’t know, do I?” you look up at him and try to ignore that familiar heat in between your legs at his intense gaze.
“Spit it out. I’m not a mind reader”
Your eyes narrow as you look at each other.
“Are you really that embarrassed of me?”
“What-”
“It’s like if our friends even had a sliver of doubt that we’re-” you sigh, trying to find the right word, “well-fucking, it’d be the worst public humiliation of all time.” You get up and he steps back, as you walk to the kitchen to get some water.
“Here we go,” he mutters.
“I mean, how do you think that makes me feel?” you slam the fridge shut. “You’ve basically been with a different girl every weekend since I’ve known you and you’ve never had any problem informing others but when it’s me it’s a problem? ” You say as you pour it in your cup. “Okay” you scoff and drink.
He’s watching you attentively. Of course it’s a fucking problem when it’s you ‘cause he actually cares about you and doesn’t want to ruin your reputation in the group. But he doesn’t say that.
“It’s like ever since this has started I’m just some sex object to you. Did you even talk to me tonight after 2 weeks of silence if not to ask me to come over here?” you cross your arms as you look at him from across his kitchen.
It’s honestly ironic to him. How you’re yelling at him for being a hedonist when you’ve done nothing but flirt with him the whole night in that ridiculously short skirt.
“-and you know what pisses me off the most?” you continue. “The fact that you still act like you’re this– gentleman when all you do is flirt with every single girl you lay eyes on. I mean did you actually want to fuck me or do you just find me easy?” you rant as you run your hand through your hair.
Actually wanted to fuck you. He thinks to himself.
“Like with Lydia- when you literally shelled her lobster for her, I mean come on,” you scoff and chuckle to yourself.
“There basically isn’t any difference between how you treat me and any other of your female friends.”
He was getting ticked off. It wasn't hard to tell. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowed and he was looking at you with that dark gaze that gives you tingles.
“Are you done?” he simply asks.
“..yea” you replied, arms crossed.
“Good, cause lets not pretend you weren’t looking at me the whole night like you wanted me to take you back here and fuck the shit out of you.”
“I- Excuse you?”
“You heard me baby. Don’t act all innocent when that skirt barely covers your ass and every single man in that restaurant was looking.”
You scoff and wave your hand in the air, exasperated. “Fuck you.”
He walks around the table and towards you as you look back, crossing your arms.
His eyes dart down to your low-cut top and your tits almost spilling out of it, as if proving his point.
You notice and scoff, barely walking past him before he grabs your wrist and pulls you right back in front of him.
“Don’t run away.”
“Well what do you want me to do?” you snap back.
His jaw clenches. You can tell he’s holding back.
He looks at you for what feels like an eternity before chuckling.
“Nothing. If im such a dickhead then leave. I don’t wanna force you to be here okay? I’ll take you home.”
You look at him surprised as he starts getting his keys.
“Heeseung”
You stop him and look up.
“Look I’m sorry, okay? I’m–it’s just frustrating.”
He says nothing, waiting for you to continue.
“I hate how you act around others.”
“Well we’re not around others right now are we?” he asks, stepping closer.
You say nothing and let him step closer, suddenly feeling hot.
He tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. The height difference always turned you on.
“Want me to apologize?”
You say nothing, suddenly feeling small under his touch.
His fingers trail along your side and you shiver.
“Want me to take you home and pretend this never happened? Hm?”
You shake your head, hesitant.
Thats what I fucking thought.
“I don’t wanna go” you pout slightly, suddenly wanting his attention badly, after your growing ache was neglected the whole night.
His fingers stop at your waist and he pulls you closer.
“Then stop fucking talking for two seconds” his jaw clenches as he watches your frown deepen, acting all innocent as if you’re not dripping into your panties.
“And stop looking at me like that” he looks down at your lips
He smooths his thumb over your frown and when that does nothing: “Stop pouting or I swear to god-”
You open your mouth and he swallows.
“Y/n..” he warns and his eyes narrow as he watches your small mouth open in obedience, he pushes his thumb in and you suck on it. He groans at the sight
He pulls it out and immediately replaces it with his lips, kissing you passionately. You put your hand in his belt loop to pull him closer and he grips onto your hips, trying to stop himself from grinding against you. You bite his lower lip and he curses into your mouth. He grabs your hands and pins them to the wall as his mouth works over your neck.
“Heeseung-” you whine as you push your hips forward
“Stay fucking still.” He bites down and sucks on your neck.
“Better? Now everyone can see you’re taken.”
You whine and he sucks more marks into your skin.
He pulls away to kiss you, surprisingly soft, as he lets go of your hands to pull your top off.
You let him and he looks at you in awe before sucking and kissing at your chest. You run your fingers through his hair and tug.
“You’re so impatient” he smirks against your nipple before continuing to circle it with his tongue. You’re just arching embarrassingly into him, before he kneels down and kisses down your stomach.
It's incredible how even knelt down he still arrives at your belly button.
He pulls your skirt up and buries his face in your panties, feeling how soaked you are.
“God you’re such a slut” to which you gasp and whine helplessly.
He pulls your panties down your legs, suddenly acting like he has all the time in the world as he presses a kiss over each fold before pulling your thigh over his shoulder and spreading your pussy out for him.
“Heeseung..”
“Acting all annoyed, dicking at me for half an hour over stupid shit when you’re here dripping, hm? Why do you do this to yourself baby?” He licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and sucks, hard.
You cry out.
“You could have a good boyfriend, who treats you right, takes you out, listens to all your stupid rants,” he collects your slick with his fingers and sucks them into his mouth.
“But here you are.” you make the mistake of looking down at him.
How can he have this much power over you when he’s the one knelt down, with his face in between your legs?
He pulls your thigh higher against his shoulder and dives back in, licking and sucking like he’s addicted to you.
“F-fuck H-heeseung–oh my god” you moan as your head tilts back against the wall and you feel him smile against your pussy.
“You’re so loud” he comments, making you heat up and swallow your moans. He grips onto your hips, holding you close so he can lick firm, precise stripes up and down your pussy, occasionally sucking and bumping his nose with your clit.
You can’t help it as you cry out and tug on his hair when he suddenly plunges his digits into your pussy. You know your legs would probably give out right now if he wasn’t holding you up and that notion just turns you on even more.
“Fuck y/n.. you’re so wet” he plunges his fingers even deeper, causing you to grind your hips against them, trying to find release.
He pulls them out, despite your whimpering, and sucks them clean.
“Not yet.”
You look down, eyes filled with tears as you try to compose yourself.
He doesn’t say anything, just smirks, like your face speaks for itself.
In the bedroom he pushes you against the door as he kisses you like he’s trying to suffocate, and you think he might be by how he smiles in satisfaction when you pull away to breathe.
He leans down to kiss you again before biting your lower lip and tugging on it. You moan at the sting and hit his shoulder. He lets go and hovers over your lips.
“Did you just hit me?” his calm, confident gaze burns into you.
You swallow.
“Hm.”
He just gives you a knowing look, like subtly telling you you’re going to regret that later on.
You know he’s being a dick, but your body isn't cooperating with your mind as you get the overwhelming feeling to make him feel good.
You say nothing and kneel down. His breath catches.
You undo his pants and pull them down, as you don’t break eye contact.
“... what are you doing?” he runs a hand though your hair as he looks at you, conflicted.
“What do you think?”
“You really don't have to– fuck” you press your lips against his clothed dick, sucking as the only thing that seperates you from his skin is the thin layer of his cotton boxers.
You pull away, pouting slightly.
“You don’t want me to?” His eyes widen slightly and he cups your face.
“No no no no baby it’s not that I don't want it- it’s just- I don't want you to feel forced-”
You pull away from his touch, smirking. “I want to.”
You pull his boxers down, moaning at the sight of his dick and his brain short circuits. “Fuck. Okay-”
You wrap your lips around the tip first, earning a shaky moan from him. You whine and suck as he tightens the grip on your hair, making you take more. He groans at the vibration.
You look up at him and the way his head falls back as you suck harder.
Your eyes clam shut as you take his dick deeper in your mouth, and he tenses.
“S-shit” you try to push deeper but end up gagging around his thick length.
He groans and pulls you off by your hair.
“For fuck’s sake y/n would you slow down?”
You try to take him again but he holds you back by your hair. You look up at him, a quiet exchange of looks between you two in which neither of you backs down.
“Y/n. God-” he groans and you suck the tip again, swirling your tongue over it.
Then you wrap your hand around the thick portion of his cock that isn’t in your mouth and start stroking, taking in his groans.
“Fuck–you’re being so good” he moans and thrusts his hips forward, making you rub your thighs together, trying to find some relief for your aching need.
He notices this and tugs on your hair, making you pull off.
You look up and he grins at the sight of your doe eyes.
“Is my baby getting needy?”
You feel your face heat up and nod. He has you under some sort of spell you can’t break and you don’t even realize what’s happening as he slips two fingers in your mouth and makes you suck.
You don’t stop till he pulls out and caresses your cheek.
“Heeseung..” your breath is shaky, your chest rising and falling. You know you look soo pathetic right now.
To him, he’s never seen a sight so beautiful.
“I want you to ride me.”
You crawl on top of him and he smooths his hand over your body until he reaches your clit and rubs circles on it with his thumb as his middle finger runs over your hole, gathering your wetness
“Baby-you’re soaked” he groans.
“Just from sucking my dick?”
“Also from that fucking orgasm that you took away earlier.” you drop your seeping cunt on the base of his dick and grind up and down.
He moans. “Right. I’ve been neglecting you, hm?” his hands settle on your hips, slowing you down. “Bet you’re gonna come as soon as I get the tip inside.”
You look at him, exasperated.
“Maybe I shouldn’t,” he grins.
“Maybe I should just let you grind until you cry from frustration.” he holds your hips still.
“Heeseung..” you lean down so you can beg in his ear.
“Please baby...it hurts” you whine softly.
He grins in satisfaction and lightly kisses your neck.
“Mhmm, so you’re not mad anymore?” he tilts your chin so you’re face to face with him, your bodies pressed together.
“No- fuck–” you lean down to kiss him but he holds you back.
“That’s what I thought. Fucking whining for an hour over nothing.” he smacks your ass and you moan, your head dipping down to his shoulder.
“Go on then, ride me. Show me how much you need it.”
You really hated him right now. You hated how he talked to you.
But you craved him so bad.
So with teary eyes from all his teasing you sat up and lined his cock with your entrance. He watched you as his hands gripped your waist, not helping you in the slightest.
You sank down and moaned, your hands on his chest for support.
“Oh my god,” he was the perfect fit. Not too big but big enough to hit the spot as you weakly lifted your hips and sank back down again.
You whimpered at the feeling and he started rubbing firm circles on your clit.
“Come on baby, you can take it.” he urged you to move faster, thrusting up and making you shudder. All it took was another thrust from him.
“Heeseung-” it was too late as you moaned out his name and convulsed around him, grinding up and down and clenching impossibly around his dick.
“Fuck- fuck- fuck-” you whined, eyes shut.
He looked up at you, in disbelief at how fucking perfect you were and how right he was when he said you’d come immediately.
Your movements came to a halt and you opened your eyes.
“I fucking knew it.” he said as he rubbed circles on your clit, and you whined in overstimulation.
You looked down at him and pulled his hand away, already ready for his insults.
“You’re so fucking sensitive. 5 seconds on my cock and you’re already coming,” despite his mean words he’s pulling you down against his chest and caressing your hair.
“It’s okay baby. Don’t worry.” he kisses your neck and his hands drop to your hips.
He’s still inside you and throbbing. He thrusts up and you gasp, holding onto him.
“You can take it, right?” you nod in response.
“Good girl.” he feels you clench around him and groans, thrusting back up.
“You’re so tight-fuck” he moans as you grind back.
“Think you can ride me princess? Come on,” he kisses your neck and you nod as you sit back up. You feel your stomach flutter as you catch his intense gaze.
He’s in the midst of realizing he’s an idiot for thinking he wouldn’t catch feelings.
“Nice and slow.” he groans as he picks your hips up and helps you rise and fall back on his dick.
He’s basically doing all the work but he doesn’t mind.
You moan as you pick up the pace and you watch his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Fuck-” you whine and dig your nails into his chest as you ride him.
“Sh-shit come here.” he sits up slightly so he’s closer and immediately takes your boob in his mouth. You arch and don’t stop riding him as he pulls you up and down his cock.
He sucks all over your chest and neck, trying to stifle his groans.
He speeds up and captures your mouth in a passionate and hungry kiss.
“I’m so close- fuck y/n”
You relish in his grunts as you bounce up and down and throw your head back.
His fingers find you clit and rub urgently.
“Wanna feel you come--fuck,”
You whine as you get closer and closer and he digs his fingers into your hip.
You look down and the look he’s giving you is enough to push you over the edge. He thrusts up violently into you and pulls you flush against his chest so he can fill you up completely.
In the midst of your moans you hear him groan in your ear:
“F-fuck that’s my baby. All mine. All mine.”
You lift your hips weakly as you watch his cum leak out of you. You say nothing as you flop down beside him, spent.
“Go to sleep. You’re exhausted.” he says as he moves some strands of hair from your face.
You just smile as his words from earlier repeat in your head.
sypnosis ꒱ miri was stereotypically rich. stuck-up, pretty, stubborn… and jungwon, her doting, down-to-earth smartass bf just couldn’t let her think she was above humility ;)
warnings! ꒱ 18+, smut, plot plays a big role, fingering, oral (f!receiving), brat taming (YESSSS), overstimulation, degradation, spit, choking, slapping, dom jw (although u can’t tell at first), talks of being unethically rich, alcohol mentions, munch jw, mention of feeling like u need to pee Lol, jw gets rough
wc: 5k
rose’s note ꒱ WOW i have not written in ages.. so this lowk took a couple days.. enjoy hehe
꒰ ♡ ꒱
jungwon wasn't broke.
definitely not. just well-off enough to not need government funds to pay for university, which he understood was already a large privilege. his parents both worked, but not enough to the point he developed personality issues from neglect. so yes, jungwon was a pretty standard guy you'd meet from a predominantly-white area. middle-middle class in a nice, quiet sunny neighborhood, fancy dinners maybe twice a month, enough funds to pay off 5 monthly subscriptions...
he shook his head. "why do i suddenly care so much about my social class?" he mumbled to himself, now standing in front of a large gate.
eyeing the elaborate exterior, he glances briefly at the buzzer and considers making the awkward call to speak with somebody from inside the house to be let in, whether it be a cleaner, accountant, or even the owner of the house himself; the father of his ridiculously rich girlfriend.
jungwon groans. he hates this part. miri's parents weren't mean or unkind, or snobby or stuck-up at all--just intimidating. miri's father could probably pay off the chief of police to lock jungwon up forever on fabricated counts of sexual harassment for even looking at his daughter.
"he would never do that. obviously." he says to himself, slapping himself a little for thinking so negatively.
"jungwon?" he suddenly hears come over the intercom and he flinches. "um, yes? hi?" he says, looking into what he hopes is the receiver.
"what are you doing? you look stupid."
the boy rolls his eyes. "may i be allowed inside, your majesty?" he grumbles.
"ew. i don't like your majesty. sounds dumb." the voice over the intercom says.
"you are so entitled. may i be allowed inside, princess?"
the voice over the intercom lets out a satisfied hmph. "sure." it states, and the large gates fluidly open, with no creakiness or scraping.
the sight beyond them was a large estate, with a grand door and balcony above it. a maybach paired with a luxury cadillac parked parallel along the looped driveway, along with another sleek car he couldn't identify. the grass surrounding it was freshly mowed, and in the air hung a sense of money.
jungwon began the trek up to the property, trying his hardest not show how absolutely floored he is each time he sees it in case miri was somehow watching him through a hidden security camera with a smug grin.
you could not let her know you were impressed. that rich daddy's girl ego would inflate to the point she stops viewing you as an actual human being.
miri wasn't like, actually evil. she totally felt bad for regular people and war or whatever. and a couple times, she's offered to pay for somebody else's items. she definitely realizes she's better more privileged than most, and was capable of expressing kindness and genuine empathy. it wasn't like she was blinded by riches. figuratively.
jungwon finally reaches the huge entrance and raises his hand to press the fancy buzzer, but gets interrupted when the door is heard unlocking and flung open a second later. standing there with a couple rollers still in her hair, is mireille, looking as unimpressed as always. she looks at jungwon.
"yes?" she says.
"hello to you too, your highness." jungwon says sarcastically, finding the nerve within him to push past her shoulder and let himself in.
"hey!" she exclaims from behind him, and he looks back at her. "did i say you could come in? what if the plan was that i come out?"
"you still have rollers in your hair." jungwon casually points out. "i doubt you'd leave the house with those."
the girl grunts. "yeah, okay." she says, stomping past him and reaching a staircase. "follow," she calls out to him. jungwon obliges, knowing the way to her room by now.
miri ascends up the sleek stairs, looking behind with a stern face to check if jungwon was right behind. "don't slip." she says. "someone just came and electropolished it, as dad quotes. whatever that means."
"means they used an electric current and a chemical bath to dissolve impurities instead of scrubbing with soap and water." the boy replies, having heard of the procedure once.
"huh. that sounds more complicated than it should be," miri quips.
"that's the most down to earth thing you've said in a while. good job. that is more complicated than it should be."
“thanks. i’m glad you can relate to me now.” she throws, to which jungwon holds back from his sudden urge to bite down on her exposed shoulder from behind.
just so deliciously arrogant.
instead he scoffs, crossing the last step and being led down a large hallway with precious paintings and pictures adorned on the wall.
it was always interesting heading down this hall. various family pictures were hung, including photographs of miri's father meeting CEO's, shaking hands after a business deal, portraits of her mother in jewelry and a photoshoot from when she modeled a set for prada.
miri's portraits were cute, too.
“don’t.” her voice warns when they pass a framed photograph of her at 7 years old, smiling with wide crooked teeth. the boy snorts, always having loved that one. “c’mon, you just look like a cute little kid before the world’s evils got to you.”
“you’re the evilest thing that’s happened to me.” she retorted, to the boy’s amusement,
the door to miri’s bedroom is giant. jungwon’s no stranger to her extravagant loft; and he takes in the familiar scene once he’s let in.
white walls with pink accents, a victoria’s secret throw blanket hung over a chair, a burberry scarf hanging off a doorknob although it was a particularly hot spring, an opened louboutin box in the corner, a stack of cartier bracelets on her dresser, chanel make-up… god, it was just…
“so stereotypical.”
“uh-huh.” miri deadpans, crossing her arms.
“you’re just so stereotypical.” he acknowledges.
“yeah, sure i am.” the girl says, kicking off her slippers and lazily walking to her bed. she slowly unraveled the curlers from her hair, letting it bounce free. she looks up at him, unamused.
"i'm serious." he says.
“how stereotypical is it that someone has custom silk pillowcases from thailand with their initial on them?” she says, holding up a lush pillow with an “m” sewn into the corner. “i’m sure you could probably find like, a lighter at the gas station with a “j” on it if you feel left out, won.”
miri plucks the last roller out of her hair.
“that’s exactly what i meant, princess.” jungwon draws out.
he walks over to her, stopping in front of her where she sat at the edge of the frame. his eyebrow cocks up.
miri bats her long lashes at him. “i don’t know what you mean. i guess you’re happy with superstore pillowcases. sounds a lot more stereotypical to me.” she taunts.
“did tiktok tell you about the dior lip oil?” he asks, nudging his head in the direction of where she shamefully had about 7 shades of the same product on her dresser. “did you see a video about that miu miu skirt you’ll wear once and never again? and that awfully expensive, glorified health-promoting “water” bottle when we know you like chugging straight vodka?”
“you’re so well-off but you have no clue what you’re doing. one watch of mean girls and you believe regina george is exactly who you were born to be. you think you have this niche vibe, this.. outstanding aura to you, but really, you are just another spoiled brat who thinks custom silk pillows with your stupid initial on them are the norm.” he smirks.
“…”
slap!
yeah, he sort of expected that one. he holds his cheek, a playful glint in his eye. “ow.”
miri stands up, glaring at him face-to-face. “you think i’m a brat?” she asks, looking as pissed-off a rich girl could get.
“i know you’re one, pretty.”
“ugh! where do you get the nerve?!” she says, grabbing his collar. “in my opinion, i think i’m chic. i think i’m cute, and i love my items, and cherry vodka tastes fucking amazing.” she snaps, letting go of him.
"and, you're only calling me regina because i also wear a necklace with my initial on it.” she accuses, referencing an expensive diamond pendant usually found hung around her neck. “so what? like it’s an insult?”
jungwon calmly puts his hand on the top of her head, shoving downwards so she plops back down onto her bed. she’s about to look up and haphazardly curse at him before she finds herself being pushed down again; this time, her back against the bed.
hovering over her she sees jungwon, as he carefully fixes her neckline.
“quiet, princess. here. i’m just being honest.” he says, dipping down and kissing her forehead.
“ugh!” miri grunts, shoving him off her and sitting back up. “you’re ruining my curls, and that was just downright mean for no reason.”
“and if you check, there’s water in there.” she scorns, still offended about the water bottle comment.
jungwon raises his hands. “hey, i’m not judging. it’s kind of hot how much of an animal you get when it comes to drinking.” he smirks. “stereotypical uni girl.”
“i am NOT stereotypical! there’s things about me that are special!” the girl snaps.
“enlighten me.”
“i was adopted, first of all. so that’s something, right?”
“hmm.." the boy pretends to think. "you were adopted at 3 weeks. no real struggle. try again.” jungwon votes out, much to miri’s annoyance.
“hey! being adopted IS different! that’s like, being saved.”
“very much so. i’m glad you’re here.”
the thoughtful statement doesn’t dim miri’s attitude. “you’re just mad. you’re just mad so that's why you’re calling me boring.”
jungwon frowns at that. “i never called you boring. you’re lots of fun.”
“hmph.” she turns her head, blonde curls bouncing alongside her face. she decides to quit sitting around and get into bed, to exercise her irritability.
miri’s been faced the other way for a good 7 seconds before she’s adjusted back to her back with one push of jungwon’s hand. again, he finds himself hovering over her.
“what do YOU want.” she scorns, clearly bitter at the allegations.
jungwon lightly holds her chin in place so she looks up at him and without any warning, gives her a slight smack on the cheek.
miri gasps, completely appalled at his nerve. “oh, you—”
“shush.” he asserts, hand back on her jaw.
“answer me, mireille. do you think you’re special?” he asks.
“like, yeah?” she replies, in a matter-of-fact tone; still pissed at the contact.
jungwon’s hand slowly shifts to rest wrapped lightly around her throat.
“really?”
“yeah.” she deadpans.
“are you better than everyone else? do you believe that?” he asks, applying just enough gentle pressure to make her uncomfortable.
she's not full-on struggling; just enough so her answer comes out a little strained. "of course. i have e-everything."
"are you better than me?" he asks.
"yes." miri drops. "you're a—" she starts, before she feels his fingertips dig into the side of her neck and the wind slowly leave her lungs.
the boy slowly applies pressure, watching as miri starts to struggle.
her eyes begin to prick with tears, and she literally cannot bring herself to process jungwon’s nerve right now.
"whatever you were going to call me, it definitely wasn't humble." jungwon jokes. "tell me. if you're better than me, would you ever beg me for anything? like fully, beg?" he asks curiously, before partially relieving the tension.
"absolutely not." she immediately growls, feeling her anger begin to build up with how recklessly he was treating her.
"what the hell was that for?! i'm precious. what makes you think you can sit there and handle me like i'm an animal, you piece of shit! i should've never let you come over!" she spits, her voice ringing out in prissy annoyance.
"well, you are precious. i think everybody is." jungwon responds, his knee coming up to nuzzle in between her legs, to her surprise.
she tries to deny ignore the shock from the sudden movement, but fails to go against her body.
"y-yeah, so do you think people deserved to get treated like this?" she asks, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.
"i wouldn't treat just anyone like this. you're a different type of precious." he says, his words ending breathlessly as he comes down to the side of her neck. a slow smile forms on his face before he latches onto the tender skin and sucks deeply into a spot; intending to leave a quick bruise.
miri tries not to let out a noise at the contact. she upkeeps her defiant attitude at jungwon's previous abuse.
"oh, fuck off. you act like i'm the evilest person you know!"
jungwon chuckles at that, the vibration tickling at her neck as he responds. kissing its lateral, he responds "you are. i feel like the minions would follow you."
the boy raises his head back up, smiling down at her. "minions! ransack the entirety of this gucci store and kill whoever tries to stop you!" he jokes.
miri scoffs at that, likely offended. "you are totally wrong. gucci is so tacky. i would never shop there." she scorns. "you don't even know me!"
"aww. what else is tacky in your book?" the boy coos, tilting his head in curiousity.
the girl's eyes light up a little at that. "oh, you want to know?"
"mmm-hm." jungwon draws out.
"let me think for a second." she says, a tad excited about this rare occasion where jungwon actually cares about her brand input.
"well, for starters, i think LV sucks. i wouldn't ever wear anything with the monogram on it. it’s just absolutely the worst thing ever. everybody overuses the print and it looks so.. overdone."
"huh. is that so?" the boy asks, his hand slowly coming down to rest on her hip, which she fails to notice.
"yes. i also think, other than the glasses, versace can be-" miri’s about to start, before she feels a fingertip ghost over her waistband, as one skillfully slips an inch under her panties to caress the stretch of skin over her hipbone.
"c-can be, tacky as well." she continues on, denying to acknowledge the intimate touch.
"really? is it the loud designs?" he asks as if he were genuinely interested.
"oh, yes. definitely those. i don't like how bright the o-orange.. can be.." miri curses herself once she feels jungwon's two fingers, with no hesitation, slip completely under her waistband and test out an experimental swipe across her sex.
"huh." the boy says, giving her a coy look. "tell me more. i'm soo~ interested."
it was obvious he didn't give a fuck, but miri didn't really have it in her to accuse him of being apathetic, due to this newfound fluster. so she continued.
"balenciaga is also really terrible. i don’t like the .. dumb rebrand.”
"oh, i can agree with you on that one." jungwon states, slowly bringing himself to fully dip his hand down into her panties, collecting slick and spreading it across her cunt. "i think it's gotten really corny as of recently."
jungwon begins to rub slow circles with two of his fingers, eyes never leaving her defiant face. he hits a sweet spot located just below the bud of her clit and focuses on absentmindedly playing with it while intently waiting for her to continue.
the motion feels heavenly, much to the girl’s dismay.
"u-uh.. only good thing you've agreed on.." miri mumbles, shutting her eyes to avoid jungwon's intense gaze. she feels her face heating up and she gets even more annoyed, mad that her biology doesn't go against the feeling. she feels herself beginning to sop with wetness, and nearly dies of embarrassment. how dare her body let jungwon know she enjoys this?
"you're not an easy one to agree with.” he drops. “do you like this?" a finger nudges at her entrance, tracing through the surrounding folds.
"no." the girl says primly, tone raising at the end.
“really?”
“nope. i don’t.” miri lies arrogantly.
"oh. i'm sorry then, honey." he says, slowly pulling his fingers out of her panties with a sly look.
“…”
"stop." miri immediately commands, too fast as she cringes to herself. "keep them there. n-now."
"i thought you didn't like this."
"it was manageable. keep going, you're pissing me off. and i'm not done talking." she says through gritted teeth, trying to uphold her weakening authority.
“interesting. ask me kinder." he responds to her with a lilt in his voice, as to which all of miri's previous submissiveness fades and replaces with stark irritance.
ugh.
she hates those words. she'd rather just not than "ask for it nicer."
annoyed at the deal-breaking words, the girl scoffs.
"fuck you, no. get off of me." she spits, through narrowed eyes.
it always amused jungwon how stubborn she was. she couldn't let herself be even a little less stuck-up for things to works out in her favour.
"okay, if you say so." he complies, pulling out his fingers and sticking them into his mouth, sucking them dry while maintaining eye contact.
miri tries to ignore the feeling in her stomach at the scene, but fails miserably. still, she's got to be annoyingly rebellious.
with heavy breaths she looks up at him, getting more and more mad. she said she wasn't ever going to beg for anything, especially not something as damning as this, but it was a little hard to be normal when the stickiness in her panties were making her uncomfortable. jungwon looked down at her, taking in her knitted eyebrows and slight pout for a couple of seconds, before grabbing her by her cheeks with one hand.
mirir's eyes widen at the bruising grip. she's about to start, before jungwon begins poking fun at her that mutes her words effectively.
with her face still grabbed and her lips between his fingers, jungwon mocks, "my name is miri," squeezing after each word to mimick her talking, "and i'm a spoiled, inconvenient prissy brat who wants to be handled like the slut i am but i just won't admit it." he says, letting go of her face with a slight push to the side.
“what the..”
miri's pissed.
"you motherfucker!" she exclaims, trying to sit up to do who-knows-what before a hand is back on her throat, pinning her down. his other hand presses down on the top of her crotch, on the jelly of skin.
“eep!” escapes the girl, as jungwon pushes down on the soft pouch. unlucky for her, that was a sensitive spot.
"hey! d-don't do that! it makes me feel like i need to pee," she whines, trying to wrestle him off.
a smile spreads across his face. "cute." he says, his fingers eagerly making their way back to her wet clit. this time, rubbing it into herself as he aims to spread her slick as much as he can.
miri shuts her eyes tight, face scrunched into something she hopes is annoyance. it feels delicious, she has to admit. “you can’t—”
"i know you like this. if you won't say it, your body betrays you, pretty girl." he smirks, digits slowly prodding at her entrance. he slowly strokes her folds, letting his fingers play with the wetness as traces back and forth up her slit, trying it out with 2 to 3 fingers at a time and nudging experimentally at the opening with his fingertip.
the girl feels herself begin to grow needy at jungwon beating around the bush, letting just a couple centimeters of him press shallowly into the void of her hole. miri curses at herself for the need to speak up.
"just do it," she mumbles, to which he quirks his head up. "what was that?"
"i said, just fucking do it." she mutters a little louder.
"just do what?" he asks, feigning ignorance in the obvious way possible. he's trying to get on her nerves; which wasn't hard to do.
the girl grows frustrated, flushed face and twisted expression proving her feelings.
"finger me!" miri yells, louder and harsher than she expected. looking at him with wide eyes after her whiny outbreak, jungwon can only bite his lip with an amused look. "sure." he obliges, and sticks two of his thick fingers as far as he can inside of her, without much warning.
"a-ah!" miri moans; head tilting back as the sudden fullness inside of her stretches out her inviting walls, and this feeling began to blossom in her lower stomach. it felt like pure bliss; and she swallows once, coming down from the short high.
jungwon watches this with hooded eyes, and agrees he couldn't name a hotter scene. despite being a stuck-up, she was hot. and his.
her walls squelched around his fingers, and when she finally opens her eyes and makes such a sultry, expecting face, he swallows hard and finally picks up the pace; pumping in and out of her at a relaxed speed.
miri breathes in through her nose, trying not to let her eyebrows squeeze together too much at the feeling and risk giving jungwon the most porn-inspired look she could; to which she failed. he was pretty good.
"in all honesty, pretty, i think LV heels would look nice on you. the monogram might not be as tacky on heels.” he speaks, with a lazy smile. miri is in no mood to continue the shallow conversation, her focus having been shifted to a completely different problem at hand.
“…”
“speed up.” she commands, probing him to ditch the slow pace.
jungwon raises an eyebrow. “but this is nice.”
“this is boring.” she groans, now looking at him with urgency.
“patience.”
the girl groans, mad at all the teasing she’s endured so far.
“you know i don’t like this! stop being so gentle and laaame!” miri whines, with entitlement.
jungwon lets out a breath, looking smug.
“you know, for someone with this pink, pretty image they’ve created for themselves, you drink a lottt of rough liquor, and want to get fucked exactly like it, too.” he says. “it’s interesting.”
for the nth time, miri heats up at the accusations. “o-of course not! all i said was to pick it up a little, loser. and stop shaming me for drinking! it’s only at parties!” she defends.
“i’m not shaming you. none of your shallow friends drink quite like how you do. it’s not in spoiled-blonde-highlights-girl code.” he recalls, grinning at the time miri was so shitfaced she’d jumped into a pool with all her clothes on—embarrassing enough for her.
“i’d rather be drunk than be with such a boring person.” she snaps, and of course, with no warning, jungwon smacks her across the face; immediately covering her mouth so she doesn’t start with the whining.
he gives her a mild, miffed look.
“we get it. you’re a slut. if you’re so insistent, take it.” he growls, his fingers slamming into her once, then twice, then at a pace so rough, it causes her to bow off her bed, the tiniest amount.
“mmfgh!” miri loudly moans through his hand. the needy feeling is replaced by this deep, constant hit of pleasure as his speed increases; while his knuckles could now slightly bruise her pelvis. he takes his hand off her mouth and lowers his head down to press a hard kiss to her lips, biting her lower lip as the force of his mouth pushes the back of her head deeper into her initialed pillows.
jungwon maintains his harsh pace, fucking his fingers into her small frame. he’s pulled her panties down to her thighs, allowing for the recoil of his hand to span further for the impact on her entrance to be delivered with more force. miri feels her body slump and her tensed muscles fade away; at jungwon’s mercy for her hole to be as stretched out as much as he wanted.
the girl begins to see stars, her vision going slack at how brutal jungwon’s speed is.
“ah! aah h-haah, j-jungwon, wait.” she warns, now beginning to feel pain each time he roughly slams into her.
the speed he was going at, which she deliciously enjoyed, was becoming a bit too much for poor miri.
“s-slow..” she starts, to which jungwon hears her formulate, then stops completely.
the girl gets a little worried that he was withdrawing completely; but instead, he gives her a coy smile and immediately lowers himself down to inbetween her legs, spreading them apart and diving down into her wet cunt.
0 warning.
miri gasps as jungwon’s tongue lays flat on her clit and he begins to suck at her sweetly, letting his saliva mix with her slick. his fingers resume at pumping in and out of her, as he skillfully eats her out.
miri’s hands fly to tug on his hair, moaning loudly. she closes her eyes tightly, mumbling a quick “fuck,” under her breath. she knew she was a lightweight; with all the talk she talks, she was going to finish fast, with this combo.
getting eaten out was always a weakness. you couldn’t get a girl to come faster.
jungwon licks fast stripes across her cunt, all at such a fast pace it felt like he was devouring her whole. his head bobbed up and down as he ate, and at each time his nose bumped her clit, it elicit a sharp spark of pleasure to course throughout her nervous system.
miri had no idea where jungwon learned to do this; and she doesn’t want to know, in case she starts seething of jealousy. all she knows was that he was skillfully licking through her folds and the warm, wet texture of his tongue gliding across her pussy felt better than anything she could think of in the moment.
he alternates between sucking, licking and spitting, all while his fingers work themselves through her sex.
he finally comes up for a little air, also to take a glance at miri’s blown-out state.
“you’re very sweet. i’ll give you that.” the boy says, shooting her a wink and diving right back down to eat.
it isn’t until a couple seconds later, of consistent sucking, when she feels jungwon spit on her already-soaking cunt the familiar tension begins to build up in her stomach; and fast. her knees try to close, thighs pressing into jungwon’s head.
“jungwon, w-wait, i’m going to..” she whines, to which the boy doesn’t slow or pick up his speed, just continues to suck eagerly and nudge his face further into between his legs, willing to suffocate himself for miri.
the girl involuntary grinds into his face, matching the pace of his tongue and fingers.
it was only so long she could last, with the sexiest boy she knew buried knuckle-deep in her, lapping up her wetness.
she feels the last bit of strain build up, and her breathing begin to stutter before finally, with a loud yelp, she crashes.
the sensation is nearly too much, and as miri eagerly tries to come down from her paralyzing high, through loud moans, she soon discovers jungwon has no means of stopping.
the realization has her haphazardly clawing at his hair, his teeth grazing her over sensitive bud.
“a-agh! ngh, jungwon, s-stop,” she whines, weakly trying to push his head off as each lick of his tongue to her overstimulated clit sends her reeling.
jungwon buries himself into her, letting out low vibrations she feels way too much.
“j-jungwon, too m-much… jungwon..! mmfg!” the sensitive girl lewds, and the boy continues to work; ignoring her pleas.
miri starts to see white, the overstimulation overwhelming her senses to the point it’s nearly untakeable. jungwon fucks her through it all, and sucks down hard on the nub below her cunt.
this elicits a loud gasp, and vicious pleasure to such a sensitive area; so much so it felt like punishment.
miri abandons all morals, all anything, and whines loudly, words becoming a jumbled mess.
jungwon nearly stops in his tracks at the name, but continues the wet assault with his tongue.
“oh m-my, agh!” the girl cries, trying not to let herself go numb. with a small voice and low effort, she asks one more time.
“p-please?”
to which jungwon finally listens to, said with such a tender voice. he comes back up with such a smug grin, you wanted to punch him.
the soft look in his eyes indicated he was proud, though.
“good girl. that’s a good girl, mireille.” he says gently, looking at her with interest. slick covered his mouth, and he sported an amused grin. if miri wasn’t so out of breath, she would’ve choked him, but instead, she gives him the most defiant look she could muster.
the boy smiles at her, pressing a kiss to her lips. “took it like a princess.”
“sh..shut, the fuck up.” the girl breathes out, chest heaving.
jungwon pulls her decorated panties back up with care, and ignores the harsh comment.
although he chose not to rub it in her face, to save her ego just a little bit, miri could beg. she could beg pretty damn well, to jungwon’s newfound knowledge, and it was so, so darned cute.
he pushes her hair back with one dominant hand, licking his teeth as he stares into her eyes with a sweet look.
“let’s start a new topic. in my opinion, victoria’s secret isn’t tacky at all. especially the bra you have on peeking out under that tank.”
‘just one more baby cmon’ heeseung has been at it for hours, his hand practically glued to your clit as he continues to make you orgasm for the nth time of the night.
‘don’t close your legs please, open up for me baby’ your legs are shaking, eyes red and filled with tears. the pleasure is too much, ‘heeseung.. just wait a bit please, i cant-‘
you’re still talking, to heeseung this means you arnet pleasured enough and all he wants for you is to be so overwhelmed with pleasure you can’t even think about anything else but him.
how can he stop when you look so cute squirming and begging around his fingers? your glossy eyes and flushed cheeks just look too pretty for him to stop.
he occasionally swallows your moans and protests with his mouth, but he loves to hear you beg. he’ll increase his hands pressure and speed just to see you squirm a little more.
your hands fly to grab his wrist, ‘please just a minute’ your voice breathless and heart racing, ‘i’ll wait for a minute baby, but then i’m not going to stop’
you can’t even feel your legs anymore, even a light touch of his fingers are enough to make your oversensitive cunt cum, but he still thinks you aren’t pleasured enough.
smoking in riki’s bed is the best way to relax after a stressful day… if he can find his weed.
📓pairing: dealer!riki x fem!reader
contains: weed smoking skinship fluff kissing bickering riki’s kind of rude to his mom
🗯️vaeh’s note: i guess I’m back from my short ass break. this was supposed to be a Higher drabble but ig this counts as a regular bonus part now cs I am the worst at keeping my ffs short
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Everything about today had been advertised as fun. A “production day,” your lecturer had called it all week with way too much enthusiasm, promising creative freedom and relaxed schedules and exciting group work.
Instead, it had been six straight hours of irritation, passive aggressive comments, and carrying an entire project on your back while the rest of your group stared blankly at their laptops pretending to work.
By two in the afternoon, your social battery was dead.
Your group presentation was supposed to start in less than ten minutes, yet you were hiding in a bathroom stall with your phone pressed to your ear. Your knee bounced restlessly.
“Come on,” you muttered under your breath when it rings again.
Then finally—
“Hey baby—”
“Can you pick me up?”
You cut straight through his greeting, voice exhausted enough to make him pause on the other end.
“…What?”
You sigh, leaning your head back against the cold metal wall behind you. “Can you come get me?”
Riki exhales softly through his nose.
“When?”
“Right now.”
“Right now?” he repeats. “Baby, I can’t right now.”
You frown instantly.
“Why not?”
“I’m working.”
You roll your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. Working. So selling weed to junks.
“And didn’t you say you had class till four?” he adds. “What happened?”
“Yea? I don’t wanna go.”
A small laugh escapes him. “That’s not really how it works.”
“Oh my god,” you groan dramatically, rubbing your forehead. “You cannot be serious.”
“What?”
“You telling me not to skip class?” Your voice sharpened with disbelief. “Riki, you’ve attended like three classes this entire year.”
“Yeah. Don’t be like me.” Riki says.
“Please just come get me,” you try again, softer this time. “I’m so done with today.”
You heard muffled voices in the background on his side of the phone. A car door shutting. Someone calling his name.
Riki clicks his tongue quietly.
“Baby, I really can’t right now. I’ve got like 6 more clients today.”
Your face drops immediately.
“I hate everyone here.”
“I know.”
“No, like actually fucking hate them.”
“I know,” he repeats. “Just come over when your classes are finished, okay?”
You let out the most miserable whine imaginable, dragging the sound out on purpose just to irritate him.
“Rikiiii.”
“That’s not changing my answer.”
Another long sigh left you before you pull the phone away from your ear.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t be mad—”
But you already hung up.
The call ends with a sharp tap of your thumb.
You sit there for another second in irritated silence, glaring at the picture of you and Riki on your lockscreen before shoving the phone into your bag aggressively.
Then you stand up, grab your things, and push the stall door open way harder than necessary. The loud slam echoes through the bathroom.
A girl by the mirror startles and looks over.
“Jeez.” The girl mutters to herself.
You ignore her completely, storming toward the exit, already rehearsing in your head how badly you’re going to guilt trip Riki later for abandoning his poor girlfriend.
—
By the time you arrive at Riki’s house around four thirty, your irritation hasn’t faded even a little. You text him the second you reach the driveway.
You: im here
Riki: door’s open. mom’s downstairs
You shove your phone into your pocket and push the front door open without knocking.
At this point, you’re over here so much it feels like your second home. The house smells faintly like laundry detergent and food. You hear the TV playing softly somewhere in the living room before his mom notices you walking in.
“Oh, hi sweetheart.”
You look over with a smile. “Hi miss Nishimura.”
“How was your day?”
You let out a dramatic sigh immediately. “Horrible.”
She laughs knowingly from the couch. “That bad?”
“You have no idea.”
“Well,” she says, shaking her head with amusement, “Riki’s upstairs. And tell him to clean that room before it starts growing mold.”
You snort. “I’ll try.”
You laugh softly before heading upstairs, already hearing faint music through the slightly open bedroom door.
The second you push it open wider, you catch Riki mid-motion. He’s shoving an overflowing laundry basket under his bed with his foot fast.
The room still looks messy anyway. Black hoodie tossed over his desk chair. Empty water bottles near the nightstand. Chains and rings scattered around like decoration.
And him.
Black joggers hanging low on his hips, white tank top stretched over his frame, black zip-up hoodie hanging open. Silver rings glinting against his fingers. Cross necklace resting against his chest.
Your mood somehow gets worse instantly.
“There's she is,” he says casually, like he hasn’t just panic-cleaned the second he heard you coming upstairs.
You don’t even answer. You just walk over and let yourself collapse face first onto his bed dramatically, burying your face into his pillow.
It smells exactly like him. Detergent, smoke and cologne.
Riki chuckles quietly behind you.
“Aww,” he teases. “You’re having a hard life today?”
“Yeah.”
“Mhm.”
The mattress dips as he climbs beside you, one arm immediately sliding across your lower back, pulling you closer against him lazily.
“What’s up?” he asks, voice lower now.
Your response comes muffled into the pillow.
“I just wanna graduate already.”
He laughs softly at that.
You finally roll onto your back with a long sigh, staring at the ceiling dramatically. Riki looks down at you with obvious amusement before leaning down and kissing your cheek once.
Then again. Then your forehead and hen the corner of your mouth.
“Talk to me,” he says.
You narrow your eyes at him while he shifts onto his back beside you, opening one arm, inviting you. You stare at him for a second before groaning loudly.
“What?”
“You look good,” you complain miserably. “It’s pissing me off more.”
You move anyway, immediately curling into his side. One leg thrown over his while his arm settles around your waist automatically. He grins.
“That’s your problem?”
“Yes.”
“Damn.”
You sigh dramatically again before starting your rant properly.
You tell him about the presentation disaster. About your group members barely helping. About one dude showing up completely unprepared and still acting cocky anyway. About having to fix everything yourself while everybody else stood around being useless.
Riki mostly listens quietly, fingers tracing along your waist beneath your t-shirt.
Sometimes he hums. Sometimes he laughs when you mock someone. Sometimes he drops a quiet “that’s crazy” just to keep you talking.
“And then,” you continue, growing more irritated again just remembering it, “they’re all panicking asking me what to say during the presentation like I’m their fucking mother.”
“I’m jealous of you.” You say.
Riki frowns. “Why?”
“You literally just do whatever you want.”
Riki’s expression shifts slightly at that. His hand moves slowly up your back.
“That’s not really a good thing, baby.”
You shrug against him. “Still.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head lightly. “You say that now, but you’re actually doing something with your life.”
You snort. “Barely.”
“I mean it. You’re gonna graduate, get your degree, all that shit.” His fingers squeeze your side lightly. “That matters.”
You look up at him. “You sound like a dad.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“You’re lecturing me.”
“I’m trying to be a good influence.”
You stare at him for a second before sighing loudly and burying your face against his chest again.
“I still hate everybody.”
“That’s okay,” he says easily, pressing a kiss into your hair.
You’re half sprawled on top of him now, your cheek pressed against his chest while his hand keeps moving up and down your back. The late afternoon light coming through his curtains makes the room feel warm and sleepy.
Until the thought hits you.
“I wanna smoke.”
Riki reacts immediately. Like genuinely immediately.
“Okay.”
You snort softly at how fast he says it.
He shifts underneath you, rolling onto his side to reach into his nightstand drawer. You hear the cluttering sound of him moving random things around, lighter, charger, loose receipts, wrappers probably. But then it goes quiet.
“The fuck?”
You lift your head slightly.
Riki’s brows furrow as he digs around harder. “Wait.”
You watch him pull the drawer out further.
Empty.
His whole expression changes instantly. Not fully panicked yet, but close enough that it makes you start smiling already.
“No way,” he mutters.
Without warning, he slips out from underneath you and gets off the bed fast enough to make it bounce. He opens his underwear drawer next, shoving things around aggressively before pulling out a small box hidden beneath his boxers.
Empty too.
“Oh my god,” he says under his breath.
You’re fully entertained now, just laying there watching him spiral.
He checks his backpack next. Nothing.
“What the fuck?” he says again, louder this time. “Nah nah nah.”
You’re trying not to laugh.
Riki turns to look at you with genuine concern in his eyes now.
“I think my mom took my stash.”
That makes you snort. But he doesn’t laugh at all.
His jaw tightens while he runs both hands through his hair, already stressed.
“Riki,” you say between laughs, “are you serious—”
“This isn’t funny.”
“It kinda is.”
“No, it’s really not.”
He’s already leaving the room before you can answer, and he leaves the door wide open behind him. You hear his footsteps down the stairs before his voice carries faintly through the house.
“Mom?”
“In the kitchen!”
You sit up slightly on the bed, immediately listening.
Riki walks into the kitchen trying to sound casual.
“Mom… were you in my room earlier?”
“Yes,” his mom answers easily. “Why?”
“Did you… take something?”
“Your drugs?”
Riki clicks his tongue. “It’s just weed.”
“And weed is still drugs. And it still makes the entire house smell.”
“Mom.”
“No, seriously,” she continues. “I’m tired of the smell. And I don’t want you doing that stuff all day.”
“You can’t just take my stuff.”
“I absolutely can if it’s in my house.”
“It’s my money you threw away, good quality shit,” he argues back, frustration slipping into his voice now. “Do you know how much was in there?”
“Maybe if you went to school instead of selling weed—”
“Oh my god.”
“You’re twenty years old, Riki.”
“And paying for my own stuff.”
“With drug money.”
He lets out a sharp exhale through his nose, clearly realizing the conversation is going nowhere.
“This is crazy,” he mutters.
Then you hear his footsteps coming back upstairs.
The second he walks back into the room, he looks miserable. You’re already grinning.
“She threw it away,” he complains immediately, throwing himself dramatically onto the bed beside you. “Everything.”
“I heard.”
“This is fucked up.”
You laugh softly while he lays there staring at the ceiling like his life is over.
“My own mother robbing me.”
“She’s probably trying to save your future.”
“She threw away like—” He cuts himself off with another annoyed groan. “I don’t even know— a lot of fucking money.”
Still smiling, you move closer again, half laying over him comfortably while he keeps muttering complaints under his breath.
Your hand slides across his side. Then pauses. There’s something in the pocket of his hoodie.
You feel the slight crinkle of plastic underneath the fabric. Riki notices your expression immediately.
“…What?”
Instead of answering, you slip your hand into his hoodie pocket.
“Oh shit.”
You pull out the tiny plastic bag slowly between two fingers. Then your grin spreads immediately.
“Oh my god, thank—”
“We’re not smoking that.”
He snatches it from your hand before you can even finish.
You stare at him.
“Riki.”
“It’s for a client.”
You let out an actual laugh. “Be forreal.”
“I am forreal.”
“Fuck your client.”
“My client is how I make money.”
“Your client can survive one night without weed.”
“He already paid.”
You roll your eyes dramatically before settling between on top of his legs while he keeps the bag out of reach.
“So refund him.”
“Refund him?” He laughs under his breath. “That’s not how that works.”
Your fingers start moving absentmindedly over his stomach through the thin tank top while you speak, nails lightly scratching against the fabric.
“You’re acting like it’s ten kilos.”
“I’m being responsible.”
You snort loudly at that word.
“Responsible.”
“Yes.”
“You skipped like an entire month of school.”
“I’m still enrolled.”
Your hand slides lower against his waist slowly.
“C’monnnn.” you murmur. “I had the worst day.”
“You say that every day.”
“Because people test me every day.”
“Mhm.”
“And now you’re sitting here gatekeeping weed from me.”
“I’m not gatekeeping.”
“You are, though.”
His hand settles on your thigh automatically, fingers squeezing once while he watches you with narrowed eyes.
“You’re manipulative as hell, i hope you know that.”
You tilt your head innocently. “What? I’m just talking.”
“Yeah?” he says. “That’s why your hands are all over me.”
“Maybe because you look good.”
You lean closer while talking, fingers trailing underneath the hem of his tank top just slightly, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath.
Riki exhales slowly through his nose.
“Manipulative”
“And you’re still not giving me the weed.”
He shakes his head, but he’s already losing. You can tell.
“Imagine,” you continue casually, “choosing some random stoner over your sexy girlfriend after she suffered through six hours hell.”
“Hell?”
“Yes.”
“You’re insane.”
“And sober,” you remind him. “Which is your fault.”
That finally makes him laugh. You immediately take advantage of it, reaching for the bag again. He pulls it away last second.
“Riki,” you groan.
“No.”
“Why are you acting like this is life or death?”
“Because my mom already murdered my business today.”
You roll your eyes before shifting even closer into his lap until your face is right near his. Your hands slide up his chest while you talk softly, your lips hovering above his.
“You like me more than your client, right?”
Then he squints at you. “You’re so full of shit.”
“But am I wrong?”
His hand tightens on your thigh again while he stares at your lips for a second too long.
You already know you won.
“If this dude starts blowing up my phone later, I’m blaming you.”
You smile slowly. “So we’re smoking?”
“Pleaseeee. I know you want it too.”
He exhales slowly, staring at the tiny bag in his hand like he’s mourning it already.
“Fine.”
“Yesssss.”
You grin immediately and kiss his cheek fast before he can change his mind.
“Love you.”
“Yeah yeah,” he mutters. “You love my weed.”
Riki keeps muttering under his breath about loss while he rolls onto his side toward the nightstand.
You grin to yourself, while he pulls open the drawer again and starts gathering everything he needs. Grinder. Papers. Lighter.
You laugh softly and sit up against the headboard while he settles beside you cross-legged, focused now.
His rings glint under the golden sunlight while he breaks the weed apart between his fingers. You watch him quietly while he works, music humming softly in the background from his speaker.
There’s something stupidly attractive about watching him roll.
Maybe it’s the concentration on his face. The silver chain resting against his throat. The way his hoodie slips down slightly off one shoulder while he leans forward.
He finishes rolling the blunt with a small nod to himself before licking the edge closed carefully. Then he grabs the lighter, sparks it once, twice, before the tip finally glows orange.
The smell fills the room almost instantly.
Riki takes the first hit automatically, checking the burn, then passes it over to you.
You take it from him slowly, inhaling deep while he gets off the bed.
The smoke settles warm in your lungs while you watch him move around the room. He cracks the window open first, then turns the music up slightly louder.
You exhale toward the ceiling with a long satisfied sigh before letting yourself fall backward onto his bed dramatically.
“Oh my god.”
Riki laughs quietly while climbing back onto the mattress.
“That good?”
“Mhm.”
He takes the blunt back from your fingers and leans against the headboard beside you. You watch him inhale slowly before he tilts his head back slightly, doing a french inhale.
You narrow your eyes.
“Okay show off.”
He grins lazily. “You wish you could do that.”
“I literally can.”
“You can’t.”
You grab at the blunt immediately. “Give it.”
He laughs again but hands it over.
Riki’s eyes are getting red, eyelids hanging lower, his movements slower. And you can feel yourself melting into the mattress more every second.
You move closer without really thinking about it, thigh pressing against his while you take another hit.
“Does your mom know I smoke with you?” You ask quietly.
Riki immediately lets out a short laugh.
“No.”
“Why’d you laugh like that?”
“Because she’d actually kill me.”
You grin slightly. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He takes the blunt back. “She already hates that I smoke. If she found out I got you smoking too?” He shakes his head. “I’d never survive.”
“You didn’t get me smoking.”
“You met me because I sold to you.”
“Okay.”
He points at you with the blunt. “Exactly.”
You laugh quietly while laying your head against his shoulder.
“She thinks I’m a bad influence already,” he says.
“You are a bad influence.”
“Maybe.”
Riki takes another hit before continuing, words slower now.
“One time she caught me smoking in the garage and made me deep clean the whole house for like two days.”
“No way.”
“I’m serious.” He looks genuinely offended remembering it. “She took my car keys too.”
You start laughing harder.
“She said if I wanted to ‘act grown’ then I could start doing grown people chores.”
He rolls his eyes lazily before nudging your leg with his knee.
“What about your parents? They know?”
You think for a second.
“I don’t think so.”
“Not even about me?”
“They know you’re my boyfriend,” you say vaguely.
You grin.
“I just don’t think they know you deal.”
“And the smoking?”
You shrug lightly. “My mom definitely suspects something sometimes.”
“She ever ask?”
“Once.”
“What’d you say?”
“That my eyes were red because I was tired.”
Riki immediately starts laughing.
“That’s such bullshit.”
“She believed me.”
“No she didn’t.”
“She did.”
“She chose to believe you,” he corrects.
You smile a little at that because honestly, he’s probably right.
The conversation slowly drifts after that. Neither of you talking much anymore.
The weed settles heavier into your body until everything feels warm and slow and comfortable. The music sounds better. His room feels warmer and you get clingy.
Your hands keep finding him without even thinking about it.
Resting on his chest. Sliding under his hoodie. Fingers tracing over the rings on his hands. Playing with the chain around his neck. Touching his arm, his stomach, his jaw.
Riki notices eventually.
“You’re attached to me right now.”
“Mhm.”
He smiles lazily, eyes half closed now while you curl fully against him.
“So cute.”
One of your legs thrown over his again. Your face pressed into the side of his neck.
His hand drifts slowly up and down your back while the room stays quiet except for the music and your soft occasional laughter at literally nothing.
Your entire horrible day feels far away now.
The blunt is almost done by now. Just one hit left. You take the last hit slowly, inhaling deep.
“Baby,” Riki says quietly.
You look at him. He just tilts his head slightly, eyes flicking toward your mouth.
Oh. A small grin pulls at your lips immediately.
Without a word, you shift up, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re sitting on top of him properly. His back presses against the bedframe while his hands settle automatically on your hips.
You lean down close. Then slowly exhale the smoke into his mouth.
Riki inhales instantly, eyes fixed on your lips the entire time.
You stay close after, barely pulling away.
His gaze drags over your face lazily before he turns his head slightly to the side to exhale the smoke away from you. One hand reaches toward the nightstand blindly, dropping the finished blunt into the glass of water beside the bed with a quiet sizzle.
Then he looks back at you and kisses you immediately.
His lips warm against yours while your arms slide around his neck automatically. The kiss tastes faintly like smoke, his hand moving up your side underneath your hoodie while he pulls you closer against him.
Your fingers slip into the hair at the back of his neck.
His hand is sliding up your throat gently, thumb brushing your jaw while he deepens the kiss.
You breathe out softly against his mouth when his other hand moves lower, dragging down your waist before settling on your ass with a firm squeeze.
His tongue pushes into your mouth while his grip tightens slightly, guiding your hips forward instinctively. Then back, then forward again, while softly humming into the kiss.
The movement makes heat curl low in your stomach instantly.
He has his hands all over you like he can’t decide where he wants them most.
One hand squeezing your thigh now. The other still holding your waist, moving you against him in a way that has your head getting fuzzier by the second.
Then—
A knock.
“Riki.”
You both freeze instantly.
You practically launch yourself off his lap while Riki looks down at his crotch and quickly adjusts his joggers to hide something.
You drop back onto the bed casually, grabbing your phone like you’ve been doing absolutely nothing suspicious.
Riki starts aggressively waving his hand through the air trying to clear the smoke, muttering a quiet “shit” under his breath.
“Yeah?” he calls out.
His mom opens the door. The second she steps inside, her face twists immediately.
“Oh my god.”
Riki sighs dramatically already.
“It smells disgusting in here.”
Riki shrugs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself from laughing.
His mom looks around the room with visible disappointment before glaring at him again.
“I just told you about this earlier.”
Riki scoffs quietly, slouching further against the headboard. “Okay.”
“Don’t ‘okay’ me.”
He stays quiet this time. Probably because arguing more would make her stay longer.
Thankfully, she moves on with another sigh.
“Anyway, I’m going out to dinner with a friend later, so you two need to figure out food yourselves.”
“Okay.”
“And clean this room.”
Riki looks around lazily at the disaster surrounding him.
“It is clean, mom.”
His mom stares at him in disbelief. She shakes her head like she’s exhausted with him. Then she turns and walks out. Leaving the door completely open behind her.
“Mom!” Riki calls after her immediately. “Close the door.”
She ignores him completely and keeps walking downstairs.
He drops his head back against the wall with an annoyed groan.
“You see how nobody respects me in this house?”
He rolls his eyes while you crawl closer again, reaching up to grab his face with both hands. You squish his cheeks together dramatically, lips pursed in fake pity.
“Awww,” you say mockingly. “Poor baby. Mommy yelled at you again?”
“Shut up,” he mumbles through squished cheeks.
“This,” he says while pulling your hands away, “is why I smoke. My mom stresses me out.”
“She just told you to clean your room.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s normal.”
“It’s already clean.”
You slowly turn your head to look around the room. Then back at him.
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
The disbelief on your face makes him scoff instantly.
“It is.”
“Riki.”
“What?”
You narrow your eyes at him before suddenly leaning over the side of the bed.
Riki reacts immediately. He grabs your waist trying to pull you back before you can look underneath, but he’s too slow.
You already see everything. The laundry basket tipped completely over, half the clothes spilled out across the floor underneath the bed. Empty water bottles. A pizza box. Random chargers. One sock hanging off something.
And… you slowly reach down with two fingers.
You hold up a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxers delicately like they’re contaminated.
“You’re disgusting.”
He clicks his tongue and snatches them from your fingers fast and throws them back underneath the bed aggressively.
“Stop looking under there.”
You ignore him completely.
Still bent over the side of the bed, you keep inspecting his mess pile while Riki flops back dramatically behind you.
“Leave my room alone.” he says, laughing under his breath.
“There’s enough water bottles under here to survive an apocalypse.”
“I was gonna throw them away.”
“When? Next year?”
He grabs your ankle, trying to drag you back up onto the bed.
“Come here.”
“No, I’m investigating.”
Your eyes catch on something small shoved further back underneath the bed.
You pull it out quietly.
A pair of pink panties. You recognize them instantly because you’ve been wondering where they disappeared to weeks ago.
But instead of saying that, you just stare at them for a second.
Then slowly sit back up onto the bed.
Riki’s still relaxed at first, watching you casually.
Until you look at him.
“Riki,” you say slowly.
“Hm?”
“Are you cheating on me?”
The change in his expression is immediate.
“What?”
You hold up the panties silently, keeping your face completely serious.
Riki stares at them for one second before scoffing.
“Baby, those are yours.”
You don’t answer. Just keep staring at him.
“You literally left those here.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
“I’ve never seen those in my life.”
He snorts. “Okay.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re lying.”
You shrug lightly. “Am I?”
Riki still looks entertained at first, completely unconcerned while he reaches for his phone beside him.
“They’re yours y/n.”
“I think I’d remember my own underwear.”
He glances over at you again.
You’re still staring at him with the exact same serious expression. No smile, no laugh.Nothing.
The amusement slowly starts fading from his face. Riki sits up a little straighter now.
“Are you being serious right now?”
You look down at the panties in your hands dramatically before looking back at him.
“I don’t know, Riki. Should I be?”
“Baby,” he says immediately, now fully paying attention. “That is literally yours.”
“But what if it’s not?”
He stares at you for another second, trying to figure out if you’re joking.
Then his phone gets tossed aside completely.
“Baby— what?.” He moves closer fast, hands immediately finding your face. “Why would I cheat on you?”
You bite the inside of your cheek trying not to laugh.
“You think I’d do that?”
You shrug again.
Riki looks genuinely stressed now.
“No, seriously.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks while he searches your face. “I would never do that to you.”
Your expression almost breaks right there.
“I promise you that.” he says softer now.
“Mhm.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
“You’re the only girl that’s ever in my room.”
That one nearly makes you lose it. Especially because he sounds so sincere.
His brows are pulled together now, eyes low and worried while he keeps holding your face close.
“I’d never cheat on you,” he says again quietly. “Don’t look at me like that.”
You can’t hold it anymore.
“Hahaaaaa— gotcha.”
Riki freezes. Then realization slowly washes over his face.
“I knew it.”
You’re laughing so hard now you almost fall sideways off the bed.
“Oh my god, your face—”
“Get out of here with your fuckass pranks.”
“I got you so stressed.” you wheeze. “You got all serious—”
You keep laughing while mocking his voice.
“Baby, I’d never cheat on you.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re the only girl in my room.”
Riki shoves you hard enough to make you flop backward onto the mattress while he falls back beside you dramatically.
“You’re annoying as fuck.”
You’re still laughing.
“You looked so scared.”
“You kept staring at me like you were about to cry.”
You roll on top of him immediately, still grinning while he tries to stay annoyed.
It doesn’t work very well. Especially not when you start kissing his face repeatedly. One on his cheek. Another near his jaw. Then the corner of his mouth.
“Sorry,” you laugh against his skin.
“No you’re not.”
“I’m kinda sorry.”
“Mhm.”
You kiss him again anyway, arms wrapping around his neck. He’s still shaking his head.
“Actually can’t stand you,” he mutters.
But he’s smiling when he says it.
You’re still laughing when you lean down to kiss him again. And again and again.
Riki tries to stay annoyed, but you can literally feel him fighting a smile underneath your mouth every time you kiss the corner of his lips.
“Don’t be mad,” you mumble against his cheek.
You poke his face.
“Riki.”
He grabs your wrist immediately. “Stop poking me.”
“I’ve never seen you that stressed in my life.” you continue, grinning down at him.
“I could tell you were joking.”
“Aww,” you tease again, lightly squishing his face. “Did you?’
“I don’t like you.”
“You do.”
You kiss him again before squishing his cheek one more time.
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m warning you right now.”
You ignore him completely.
Another poke.
“Baby—”
Another kiss.
“Don’t be—”
Suddenly his hands grab your waist hard.
You barely have time to yelp before he flips you over completely, throwing you onto the mattress with a laugh.
“Riki!”
“There,” he says while climbing over you fast. “Got you.”
You’re still laughing when he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand.
He leans down and bites lightly at your neck with a playful growl that makes you yell immediately.
Riki grins against your skin before suddenly attacking your sides with his free hand.
“You were asking for it.”
You scream instantly.
“RIKI—”
“You thought you were funny?”
“STOP—”
He keeps tickling you, fingers everywhere now while you twist underneath him laughing so hard you can barely breathe. Your legs kick against the bed uselessly while he keeps your wrists pinned easily.
“Talking all that shit,” he says through his own laughter. “Now look at you.”
“STOP—”
“No.”
“PLEASE—”
“Say sorry.”
“I— I DID!”
“Say it properly.”
You can barely get words out between laughing.
He keeps going. Tickling your stomach now, your sides, under your arms, everywhere he knows makes you lose your mind.
You’re literally crying laughing at this point.
“Okay okay— sorry!”
“What was that?”
“Sorry!!”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry Riki!”
Finally he stops.Both of you breathing hard now.
Riki looks down at you smugly while still pinning your wrists above your head. Then he leans down and kisses the side of your jaw once before letting go completely.
“That’s what I thought. Good girl.”
You glare at him and immediately kick his leg one last time.
He laughs while rolling off you.
You just lay there dramatically trying to recover, chest rising and falling while your face hurts from laughing.
“Oh my god,” you groan.
“You started it.”
“You almost killed me.”
You stare at the ceiling for another few quiet seconds before your stomach growls loudly.
Riki immediately snorts.
“…I’m hungry.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
He stretches lazily before sitting up, hoodie riding up slightly, giving you a peek of the tattoo on his side.
“Get up then.” He says while reaching over to tap your thigh.
You follow him downstairs.
You hop up onto the kitchen counter while Riki starts checking for food. The fridge first.
He stares inside for a few seconds. “Why do we only have ingredients?”
He starts pulling random things out dramatically.
Spinach. Eggs. Sauce. Half a cucumber.
“You could cook.”
“I’m not cooking.”
You roll your eyes.
Next he checks the cabinets. Same problem. Pasta. Rice. Random canned stuff.
“What even is this.”
You laugh softly from the counter while swinging your legs.
Then he opens the freezer.
“Oh wait.”
You sit up slightly.
“What?”
“I found some pizza.”
“Oh my god.”
Riki pulls it outThen flips it over.
His face immediately drops.
“Nevermind.”
“What?”
“This shit expired two years ago?! Jezus Christ, mom.”
You burst out laughing.
“This house has no food and no weed,” he complains dramatically while walking toward the trash. “Unbelievable.”
“You’re so spoiled.”
He opens the trash bin to throw away the pizza. Then freezes.
“…No fucking way.”
You blink at him. “What?”
“Baby.”
The tone of his voice makes you hop off the counter immediately.
“What?”
Riki slowly turns the trash bin toward you.
Your eyes widen instantly.
His stash. All of it. Still sealed up in bags, sitting right there untouched because apparently his mom had just thrown it out without opening anything.
“Oh shit.”
Riki genuinely looks emotional.
“She didn’t throw it out.”
You start laughing immediately while he grabs the bags out of the trash like he’s rescuing lost treasure.
“No way,” he keeps saying in disbelief. “No fucking way.”
Riki suddenly grabs your waist and lifts you right off the floor effortlessly, making you laugh louder while he kisses you hard.
“You don’t understand,” he says against your lips, grinning like an idiot now. “We’re about to have a goood time.”
You’re still smiling when you hop back up onto the kitchen counter, watching Riki reorganize his recovered stash on the counter.
“I want sushi.”
Riki looks over immediately.
“You want sushi?” he repeats, stepping closer until he’s standing between your legs.
“Mhm.”
You hook your ankles loosely behind him while he leans in just enough to kiss you once.
“Then we’re getting sushi.”
“Exactly.”
He pulls his phone out with one hand while the other settles around your lower back automatically, keeping you close against him while he opens a delivery app.
“What rolls do you want?”
You lean forward immediately to watch.
“That one.”
“Ooo wait,” you say, pointing at the screen. “Get California rolls.”
Riki adds it without argument.
“And spicy salmon.”
Tap.
“And those fried ones.”
“The crunchy ones?”
“Yeah.”
Still, he scrolls until you nod.
“Those.”
He adds them too.
One of your hands drifts into his hair while he orders, fingers scratching lightly at the back of his neck. You keep commenting on random things while he adds literally everything you mention without complaint.
“Get gyoza too.”
“Okay.”
“And mochi.”
“You don’t even like mochi that much.”
“Yes I do.”
“You eat like two bites.”
“I like mochi. Riki.” You say, not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.
Riki laughs quietly under his breath and adds it anyway, he glances at the total and finally looks up at you.
“I think we got enough.”
You immediately shake your head.
“No.”
“Baby.”
“We get hungry when we’re high.”
“That’s already enough food for a family of four.”
“And?”
He stares at you for a second.
Then sighs dramatically and adds another roll anyway.
“There. Happy?”
“Very.”
“You use me financially.”
“Correct.”
He snorts softly before finally placing the order.
The second the confirmation screen pops up he tosses his phone onto the counter beside you.
“There,” he says, reaching for the weed beside you, “you ready to get faded or what?”
He dangles one of the little bags of weed in front of you teasingly.
You glance at it, then shake your head.
“Not yet.”
Riki raises an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I don’t want it to wear off before the food gets here.”
That makes him laugh immediately.
You’re still sitting on the counter while he steps even closer between your legs again, his hands settle on either side of your thighs.
“Baby,” he says amused, “you do not gotta worry about that.”
You smile slightly at his tone already.
He leans in closer.
“This shit’s strong,” he murmurs near your lips. “It’ll have you stoned for hours.”
The way he says it makes warmth spread through you instantly.
You smile against his mouth before kissing him softly just for a few seconds. When you pull back, you’re still smiling a little.
“The other one worked pretty fast though.”
Riki chuckles quietly.
“Yeah baby, that was like less than half a blunt.”
“Mhm.”
“And my mom interrupted us halfway through.”
You laugh softly and lightly push his shoulder.
“Stop talking shit about your mom.”
By the time you both end up outside in the backyard, the sky is starting to darken just slightly.
You curl one leg underneath yourself on the gray lounge sofa in the cornerwhile Riki sits beside you, immediately pulling out the recovered stash again.
The second he opens the bag, the smell hits instantly.
“Jeez,” you say, wrinkling your nose slightly.
Riki just nods while breaking it apart between his fingers.
“Told you,” he says proudly. “This the good stuff.”
You eye the weed suspiciously.
“I don’t wanna green out again.”
That makes him laugh under his breath.
“You’re not gonna green out.”
“You said that last time too.”
“And you were fine.”
“I thought my heart stopped.”
Riki grins and reaches over to pat your head.
“You’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”
He ignores that, focused on rolling now.
His rings click softly against the lighter beside him while he works. You watch him carefully pack the joint before sealing it shut.
“Oh, by the way.”
“Mhm?”
“When the food gets here, you gotta open the door.”
You blink. “Why?”
You stare at him for a second.
“Riki.”
He just grins to himself while lighting the tip.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“…Okay?”
You shake your head at him while he hands you the finished joint.
You bring it to your lips automatically, cupping your hand around the end while you light it carefully against the slight evening breeze.
The orange glow flickers against your face for a second.
Riki watches you.
“You look sexy when you do that.”
You smile at him while inhaling. He laughs softly and lights his own.
You take another long hit confidently this time. Immediate mistake.
The smoke hits the back of your throat so harshly you start coughing instantly.
“Fuck—”
“I told you it’s strong.”
You cough harder.
His hand lands on your back, rubbing slowly between your shoulders.
“You good?”
“Mhm,” you manage weakly between coughs.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He still keeps rubbing your back though, grinning to himself while you recover.
The joints burn slowly while the conversation drifts lazily from topic to topic. Sometimes one of you talks. Sometimes neither of you does.
Your body starts feeling heavier against the couch cushions while Riki’s eyes get visibly lower every time he looks over at you.
Then the doorbell rings faintly inside the house.
Neither of you reacts.
A few seconds later it rings again. Still nothing.
By the third ring, your eyes widen slightly.
“Oh shit.”
You quickly lean forward to put your joint in the ashtray, but you just kind of drop it sideways carelessly.
Riki immediately hisses under his breath.
“Baby—”
“What?”
“You gotta put it down properly.”
He fixes it quickly before it burns unevenly, muttering to himself while adjusting it.
“Now you gotta relight it later. Wasting my shit.”
By the time you get to the front door, your eyes already feel warm and heavy.
You pull it open.
The delivery guy looks down at his phone first.
Then at you.
Then back at the phone again with visible hesitation.
“Order for…” He squints slightly. “Princess?”
You freeze.
The delivery guy looks awkward now.
“…Is that you?”
“Oh.” You smile awkwardly. “Yup... that’s me.”
He hands over the food while clearly trying not to react.
“Enjoy.”
“Thanks.”
The second you walk back outside, Riki’s smiling so hard he can barely hold it together.
“Order for princess?” you repeat flatly.
That immediately makes him laugh.
“You’re ridiculous.”
He shrugs innocently, still grinning.
“That’s what you are right? Ordering half the menu on my costs.”
“So?”
“So princess behavior.”
You shake your head while sitting back beside him with the food bags.
Riki laughs quietly while watching you unpack everything onto the outdoor table.
Containers everywhere. Soy sauce packets. Mochi. Chopsticks. You arrange everything carefully while he watches you with low amused eyes.
Then he hands your joint back to you.
“Smoke first.”
“I’m hungry.”
“It’ll taste better after.”
You look at him.
“Trust me.”
You sigh.
“Alright. But let me unpack first.”
Riki just leans back against the couch watching you continue organizing all the food until everything’s spread out perfectly across the table.
Only then do you finally put the joint back between your lips.
“Here,” you mumble.
Riki leans in with the lighter, one hand instinctively cupping near your face while he relights it for you.
Then he takes his own joint again.
Time starts getting weird after that. The world feels softer while the backyard lights blur slightly golden against your vision.
Riki’s head is tipped back slightly, eyes red and barely open anymore.
You’re not much better. Every movement feels delayed.
The sushi sitting on the table in front of you somehow looks like the best thing you’ve ever seen in your life.
And when you glance over at Riki, he’s already looking at you. Slow grin spreading across his face.
The second you take the first bite of sushi, your eyes widen dramatically.
“Oh my god.”
Riki’s already chewing on his own food beside you when you point at the tray.
“This tastes fucking amazing.”
Your words come out half muffled because you’re already stuffing another piece into your mouth.
Riki starts laughing immediately.
“You look crazy right now.”
“No seriously,” you say through another bite, “this is like… life changing.”
“Mhm,” he agrees lazily. “Told you.”
The weed is hitting hard now. Everything tastes better.
The soy sauce somehow tastes richer. The crunchy fried rolls are so good they piss you off a little. Even the stupid little ginger slices are suddenly very good.
“This is the best sushi I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
At one point you groan loud while chewing and let your head fall back dramatically against the couch.
Riki loses it.
“You sound like you’re getting fucked.”
“No. This better than getting fucked.”
Riki starts laughing so hard he nearly chokes on rice.
You laugh too immediately even though neither of you even knows what’s funny anymore.
The conversation keeps breaking apart halfway through because both of you get distracted constantly.
Riki reaches for a fried roll.
Misses the soy sauce completely. Still eats it.
You stare at him.
“You didn’t dip it, baby.”
“Huh?”
“You missed.”
He looks down slowly.
“Oh.”
Then both of you start laughing again for absolutely no reason.
At some point you try using chopsticks and completely fail because your movements feel delayed.
“You’re holding them wrong,” Riki says.
“No I’m not.”
“You look like you don’t know what planet you’re on right now.”
Eventually the table is a complete mess and both of you are completely gone.
You fall back dramatically against the couch cushions with a groan.
“I’m so full.”
Riki leans back beside you with heavy eyes.
“Same.”
The backyard feels unreal now.
The sun is setting lower, turning the sky orange and pink while the grass somehow looks very green.
You stare at it for a long moment.
“Why does the grass look like… that?”
Riki turns his head slowly. “Like what?”
“So green.”
He squints at the lawn for a few seconds.
“…Damn.”
“Right?”
“Yeah.”
You nod seriously.
“This is the best weed ever.”
“Mhm.”
“My eyelashes are tingling.”
That makes him laugh quietly.
You keep talking very slowly.
“And the sky is like…” You gesture vaguely upward. “Orange. But like… not normal orange.”
Your thoughts are drifting around faster than your mouth can keep up.
“And the clouds are so…” You trail off completely.
“So what?”
“…Nevermind.”
“You forgot?”
“Mhm.”
“You’re so stoned.”
You look over at him slowly.
“You are too.”
“I can handle it better.” he says immediately.
Riki grins lazily beside you before grabbing his phone and putting music on. The sound plays quietly through the backyard while the sky gets darker by the minute.
The weed makes both of you ridiculously affectionate.
Your hand keeps finding his automatically. Or his hoodie. Or his chain.
You’re halfway in his lap again without even realizing it.
Riki doesn’t seem any better. One arm permanently around your waist now. Fingers tracing patterns against your side. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he forgot you’re already on top of him.
At some point he just starts staring at you.
You notice eventually.
“What?”
“You’re so cute when you’re high.”
“You say that every time.”
“Cause it’s true. You get all slow.”
“You’re slow too.”
“Yeah but I’m still functioning.”
The night settles around you slowly.
The air gets colder. The backyard lights turn on automatically above you. Music still humming softly in the background.
Eventually you both end up laying down across the lounge couch together.
You’re tucked between his long legs with your head resting on his chest, arms folded underneath your chin w.
Riki’s hand moves slowly through your hair.
Everything feels warm and comfortable. Your eyes keep slipping shut.
Riki says something eventually, voice low and sleepy above you.
You don’t answer.
A few seconds pass then he nudges you lightly.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
Nothing.
“Princess.”
Riki lifts his head slightly to look down at you properly.
Your mouth is slightly open against his chest, breathing slow and even.
Completely asleep.
He stares for a second before quietly chuckling to himself.
His hand brushes gently through your hair one last time before his eyes close too.
A while later, the back door slides open softly.
Riki’s mom steps inside the dark kitchen first, kicking her shoes off quietly before setting her bag down on the counter.
The house is silent.
She frowns slightly.
“Riki?”
No answer.
“Y/n?”
She glances toward the backyard when she notices the faint music still playing outside. With a small sigh, she walks over and slides the door open further.
You and Riki are completely passed out.
Riki’s sprawled against the couch cushions with his head tilted to the side, one arm still wrapped around your waist in his sleep. His other hand is tangled loosely in your hair like he fell asleep petting it.
And you’re curled against his chest, tucked between his legs comfortably, breathing slow and peaceful.
Both of you look exhausted but very cute together.
For a second she just stands there quietly watching.
“Oh gosh,” she mutters under her breath, her eyes barely tearing up.
It’s kind of thing she’d probably take a picture of if she wasn’t actively trying to stay annoyed at her son.
She’s already about to leave you both alone when her eyes drift toward the table beside the couch.
The ashtray.
Two finished joints resting inside.
Her mouth flattens immediately.
“Oh my god.”
She clicks her tongue softly while looking back at the two of you asleep.
“You two…”
Riki just pulls you slightly closer unconsciously in his sleep.
His mom shakes her head slowly before heading back inside. The kitchen light flicks on and that’s when she notices the counter.
Several bags. Very recognizable bags, filled with weed.
All spread across the kitchen counter exactly where Riki had left them earlier.
She slowly closes her eyes.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
She walks over immediately, picking one up between two fingers with visible disbelief.
“So he went into the trash for it too,” she mutters to herself.
Another annoyed sigh leaves her while she grabs the box of trash bags from underneath the sink.
This time, she empties every single bag out of the packaging directly into the garbage.
No saving it now.
Just straight into old food, napkins, banana peels and whatever else is already sitting in there.
She ties the trash bag shut tightly afterward. Then looks toward the backyard again through the glass door.
Riki sleeping peacefully with you in his arms, completely unaware that his mom is throwing out his beloved weed stash… again.
黑穗病 ─── "I need you. need your attention. need you to look at me like this." Jungwon is your boyfriend who always drinks, and when he does, he shows up at your door and can't help but get horny because of how much he thinks about you.
ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ tipsy!jungwon x fem!reader
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㰙꯭ؚۣۙۗ㰛꯭ؚؔ 𝓦arnings: MDNI, unprotected p in v (don't do this to urself), drunk sex, manipulative behavior, clit play, squirting, light boob play, finger sucking, overstimulation, overwhelming sex, creampie, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise kink,rough sex, lots of marking (fr), somnophilia, constant petting, hypersexual!jungwon.
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The lamp on your nightstand cast a warm, half-orange glow across the room, the kind of light that made everything feel softer and sleepier than it actually was.
You were sprawled on your stomach, knees bent, feet kicking lazily in the air while your highlighter scratched across the pages of your notebook.
Music played low through your earbuds, another practice test. another set of formulas you kept rereading because your brain refused to focus.
It was 9:57 p.m.
You hadn't heard from Jungwon since he texted at eight saying he'd just clocked out.
No "on my way", no meme, no nothing.
Not that it surprised you. he did this sometimes—disappeared into his own world after work, especially on nights when the shift ran long.
A sharp buzz cut through the music.
You paused, pulling one earbud out. the doorbell rang again, impatient.
You sighed, rolling off the bed and tugging down the hem of your oversized sleep shirt.
The pajama shorts rode up your thighs as you slid your feet into fuzzy slippers. "coming" you muttered to yourself, already knowing who it was.
When you opened the door, Jungwon was leaning against the frame like he belonged there.
Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, black t-shirt slightly damp at the collar from his possible shower. his cheeks were flushed, the tips of his ears redder than usual.
That familiar sweet-sharp scent of alcohol hit you before he even moved.
He smiled—slow, a little crooked, the one that always made your stomach flip even when you were pissed.
"Hi, baby" he said, voice low and warm, already stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.
His hand came up gently, palms cupping your cheeks like you were something delicate.
Before you could say anything, he tilted your face up and kissed you. not soft. not careful. the kind of kiss that tasted like decisions he'd made without you.
His body pressed forward, guiding you back until your shoulders met the wall with a quiet thud. one of his hands slid down to your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt just enough to brush warm skin.
You turned your head, breaking the kiss with a small push against his chest.
"Jungwon… you reek of alcohol" you complained, wrinkling your nose. the sharp, fruity alcohol clung to him even after the shower. "how much did you drink?"
He let out a soft laugh, forehead resting against yours. he didn't pull back. his breath fanned across your lips, warm and sweet.
"Not that much" he murmured. "just enough."
You slipped out from between him and the wall, closing the front door behind him with a click.
The apartment felt smaller with him in it—his presence always did that. you crossed your arms, leaning against the back of your couch.
"I thought you said you were tired after work. that you were just gonna go home and crash."
"I was." he shrugged, kicking off his shoes by the door. his eyes never left you. "then i started thinking about you. and once i start, i can't really stop."
He moved closer again, no concept of personal space tonight.
His fingers found the edge of your shorts, tracing the fabric like it was distracting him. you could see the glaze in his eyes, that hazy focus he got whenever the drinks hit just right.
He always got like this—needy, single-minded, like the entire world narrowed down to whatever part of you he could touch.
"Won, we talked about this" you said, voice quieter now. there was frustration there, but it was already mixing with something warmer, something that made you hate yourself a little. "i told you it bothers me when you show up like this. you said you'd slow down."
He hummed, not really agreeing or disagreeing.
Instead he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind when you tried to step away, chin hooking over your shoulder. his chest pressed against your back, solid and still radiating shower heat.
"I know" he whispered against your neck. "and i'm sorry. my phone died on the way here anyway. couldn't even text you i was coming."
His lips brushed your skin—light, almost innocent, except for the way his hand slowly slid up your stomach under your shirt. "missed you too much tonight. work was fucking long. all i kept thinking about was coming here… seeing you like this."
You exhaled sharply, trying to ignore how good his voice sounded when it dropped like that. "that's not fair. you can't just ignore what i say because you're drunk and horny."
"I'm not drunk" he protested softly, but the way he nuzzled into your neck said otherwise. "just… had a couple. enough to know i needed to see my girl."
His fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, suggestive but not demanding. not yet. "you're studying late again?"
You nodded, glancing toward your bedroom door. the orange lamp was still glowing in there like a beacon. "yeah. practice tests. i've got that big entrance exam coming up."
He made a sympathetic noise, but you could tell half his brain wasn't really listening.
The other half was busy pressing closer, hips shifting against you in a way that felt too intentional. his grip tightened just a fraction.
"You work so hard" he murmured. "proud of you. come here."
He turned you in his arms again, backing you gently toward the couch.
You let him—because saying no to Jungwon when he was like this was harder than it should've been.
He dropped down first, pulling you into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. his hands settled on your thighs, thumbs stroking the bare skin just under the hem of your shorts.
"Jungwon" you started, trying to keep your tone steady. "i'm serious. this thing with you drinking after work… it's getting old. i worry about you. and then you show up like this and it feels like you don't even hear me.”
He looked up at you, dark eyes softer now, almost pleading in that cat-like way he had. one hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear.
"I do hear you" he said quietly. "i'm trying, baby. today was just… rough. needed something to take the edge off. but i'm here now. with you. that's what matters, right?"
You wanted to argue. you wanted to push him off and tell him that no, that wasn't what mattered—that his habit was starting to scare you a little, that the smell of beer on his breath made your chest tight.
But he was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed tonight. his fingers kept moving, slow and soothing on your thighs, and his other hand rested possessively at the small of your back.
"You're annoying" you muttered, but there was no real heat left in it.
He grinned, that playful, slightly tipsy smile breaking through. "yeah? still letting me stay though."
You rolled your eyes, but your hands had already found his shoulders, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.
He smelled like beer and his usual clean soap, a stupidly intoxicating mix. when he leaned in again, slower this time, you didn't stop him.
The kiss was deeper, lazier. his tongue brushed yours and you tasted the faint sweetness of the alcohol he'd had. it should've turned you off.
It didn't.
When he pulled back, his lips were shiny, breathing a little heavier.
"Missed this" he whispered. "missed you all fucking day."
You sat there in his lap, heart beating too fast, part of you was still annoyed—really annoyed—that he'd done it again.
That he'd brushed off your concerns with that soft voice and those gentle hands like he always did. but another, louder part was already melting into him, letting his warmth chase away the lonely quiet of your apartment.
"Stay the night?" he asked, voice low against your ear. his fingers slipped just a little higher on your thighs, teasing the line where skin met fabric.
Not pushing, just… reminding you he was here. solid. needy. yours.
You sighed, pressing your forehead to his.
"Yeah" you said finally. "but we're talking about this tomorrow. for real."
"Mhm" he hummed, already kissing the corner of your mouth. "tomorrow."
You knew he probably wouldn't bring it up first.
He never did.
But right now, with his hands on you and his attention wrapped completely around you like this, it was hard to care as much as you should.
You stayed in his lap for a long minute, the weight of his hands on your thighs keeping you anchored.
The beer on his breath mixed with the scent of his skin, was annoyingly comforting.
Eventually you shifted, pressing your palms to his chest to create a little space.
"You want something to eat?" you asked, voice still soft. "i have ramyeon or i can make you toast or something. you probably haven't eaten since work."
Jungwon shook his head slowly, eyes half-lidded as his fingers traced lazy lines up and down the sides of your thighs. his touch stayed light, but it was constant, like he couldn't help himself.
"Not hungry"he murmured. "no appetite right now." his hands slid higher, slipping under the hem of your sleep shorts to squeeze the soft skin there. "just want you."
You let out a quiet breath, trying not to react too obviously. he leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"I want to do it" he whispered, low and rough, the words warm against your skin.
Your stomach tightened. you sighed, half-frustrated, half-something else entirely.
"Jungwon… the last time we did it here, Mrs. Park from next door literally banged on the wall. she complained about the 'noise' for like three days after."
He let out a soft, amused chuckle against your neck, the sound vibrating through you. his fingers kept stroking your thighs, thumbs pressing in slow circles.
"Mrs. Park?" he smirked, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "she's probably pissed because she hasn't had dick in decades."
You smacked his chest lightly, trying not to laugh. "you're awful."
"What? it's true." his grin was playful, a little mean in that tipsy way. "but fine. if you're worried, you can bury your face in the pillows this time. or i can cover your mouth for you." his voice dropped lower. "i don't mind. i like when you're loud, but i can be good."
You exhaled sharply, shifting in his lap. the way he said it so casually, so confident, made heat crawl up your neck.
"Stop..." you said, trying to hold onto the frustration that was quickly slipping away. "showing up drunk and looking for sex every time you miss me. it's not fair, Won. i told you it bothers me."
His expression softened immediately.
The playful smirk faded into something gentler, almost vulnerable. he wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled you closer until your chest pressed against his.
One hand rubbed slow circles on your back under your shirt, the other resting high on your thigh again, fingers brushing dangerously close to the edge of your shorts.
"Baby" he murmured right against your ear, voice low and soothing. "that's not what this is. i would never come here just for that. you know me better than that."
He kissed the spot just below your ear, soft and lingering. "i haven't seen you since yesterday. all day at work i kept thinking about you. how quiet it gets when you're not around. i just… i need you. need your attention. need you to look at me like this."
His hand on your back slipped higher, tracing your spine with gentle fingertips.
The touch was intimate, almost tender. you felt yourself leaning into him without meaning to.
"I miss my girl" he continued, murmuring softly, lips brushing your skin with every word. "not just your body. i miss your voice, the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, the way you get all focused when you're studying. i just want to be close to you tonight. is that so bad?"
You swallowed hard. the guilt crept in even though you knew you weren't the one who'd been drinking. his voice was so convincing, so sweet and a little sad, that the anger you'd felt earlier started dissolving.
"I know you’re trying to study" he added, still stroking your back in that slow, hypnotic rhythm. "i can help you. i'll be your tutor for the night. we can go over your notes together." he smiled against your neck.
"And in return… you just have to kiss me. a lot. non-stop, actually."
You let out a breathy laugh despite yourself. "that's not really a fair trade."
"It is" he insisted, pulling back to look at you with those dark, slightly glassy eyes. his hand squeezed your thigh gently. "because i'm a really good tutor. and i'm very motivated tonight."
You could feel the tension humming between you—the way his body stayed warm and solid under yours, the way he kept touching you like he needed the contact to breathe.
Part of you still knew this was the same pattern: he drank, he got needy, he showed up, he smoothed over your worries with that soft voice and those careful hands.
But right now, with him looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his entire day, it was hard to push him away.
"Jungwon…" you started, but it came out weaker than you wanted.
He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then back to your ear.
"Just let me stay close to you" he whispered. "please, baby. i'll behave..."
His fingers traced higher on your thigh again, teasing but not crossing any lines yet.
You knew you'd probably regret not pushing harder on the drinking thing tomorrow. but tonight? tonight it was getting harder and harder to remember why you were supposed to be mad.
You finally gave in with a small nod. "fine. but we're actually studying for a bit first"
Jungwon's eyes lit up like you'd just promised him the world.
He followed you down the short hallway to your bedroom, his hand resting low on your back the entire way, fingers occasionally slipping under the hem of your sleep shirt to brush bare skin.
You moved quickly, pulling the curtains shut tight, then pushed some notebooks aside to make room on the bed.
You climbed onto the mattress first, settling with your back against the headboard and pulling your laptop onto your thighs.
Jungwon dropped down right beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours and his arm draped behind your shoulders.
"So" he said, voice low and interested, tilting his head toward the screen. "what's this for?"
"It's for my extracurricular p.e academy" you explained, opening the slideshow. "we have to do a very basic presentation on bones and muscles. how they work together, common injuries, basic anatomy stuff."
Jungwon nodded, genuinely attentive even with the alcohol haze in his eyes. "that's actually cool. i admire the hell out of you for still grinding like this when vacation's basically here. most people would've checked out already."
You shrugged, a little embarrassed by the praise. "the presentation itself is pretty much done. i just need to memorize the flow and not sound like a robot when i'm up there."
"Easy" he said confidently, scooting even closer until his chin almost rested on your shoulder. "i got you. let's go through it."
For the next twenty minutes or so, he actually helped. he listened while you ran through the main sections, then started quizzing you gently on the bone groups—nothing too intense, just the basics. "carpals… tarsals… what about the femur again?"
His voice was calm and patient, the same tone he used when he was completely focused on something he cared about. every time you got one right, his hand would reward you with a slow stroke down your arm or a gentle squeeze on your thigh.
But after a while the boredom crept in. you leaned your head back against the headboard and let out an exaggerated groan.
"Ughhh, it's so easy on paper but it feels boring as fuck when i have to say it out loud" you complained sarcastically, rubbing your temples. "i think i'm getting a stress headache just looking at these slides."
Jungwon watched you for a second, then reached over and gently closed the laptop.
He set it on the nightstand without a word, his movements smooth and deliberate. the sudden lack of the screen's blue light made the orange lamp feel even more intimate, softer.
"You look stressed" he murmured, turning toward you fully. one hand came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw. "way too tense for this late at night."
You sighed, the sound heavier than you meant it to be. "maybe because someone showed up tipsy and keeps distracting me…"
He laughed quietly, the sound warm and a little raspy. without warning, he dipped his head and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
His lips brushed the sensitive skin there once, teasing, before he opened his mouth and started sucking—slow, deliberate pulls that sent little sparks down your spine.
You could feel the faint scrape of his teeth, the wet heat of his tongue as he worked on a spot that would definitely leave a mark tomorrow.
Your hand flew to his hair, fingers threading through the soft dark strands. you didn't pull, just held on, gripping lightly as your breathing changed.
"Jungwon…" you breathed.
He hummed against your neck, sucking a little harder before switching to a new spot just below the first. his free hand slid up your thigh again, higher this time, fingertips slipping under the edge of your pajama shorts but stopping just short of anything more.
"When Mrs. Park starts banging on the wall" you managed, voice shaky with a mix of amusement and heat, "you're the one explaining the noise. not me."
Jungwon pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny and curved into a lazy smirk.
His eyes were darker now, pupils blown wide. "don't worry about her" he whispered, voice low and rough. "i'll keep you quiet."
The way he said it hit you right in the gut. you literally felt your stomach flip, a deep warmth pooling low in your belly as your thighs pressed together on instinct.
The casual promise in his tone made your whole body react, a sharp throb of anticipation that made you shift on the sheets.
He noticed, of course. he always noticed.
"Yeah?" he asked softly, reading your face like a book. his hand on your thigh squeezed, thumb stroking dangerously close to where you were starting to ache. "you like that idea?"
You didn't answer right away, just tightened your grip in his hair. he took it as encouragement and leaned back in, kissing and sucking down the side of your neck while his other hand slipped under your sleep shirt.
His palm was warm against your stomach, sliding up slowly until his fingers brushed the underside of your bra. he didn't go further, just traced the edge, teasing.
The room felt smaller.
His damp hair, the flush still visible on his ears and cheeks, the way his gray sweatpants were starting to look tighter. you could feel how hard he was against your leg, but he wasn't rushing. he was savoring this, drawing it out on purpose.
"You're so pretty when you're trying to focus" he murmured against your collarbone, pressing a wet kiss there. "but i like you better like this… all soft and needy for me."
"I'm not needy" you protested weakly, even as your back arched a little into his touch.
Jungwon chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "sure you're not."
His fingers kept exploring—light, feather-soft touches that promised more but never quite delivered. he nipped at your neck again, then soothed the spot with his tongue. "but you're letting me mark you up anyway. and you're not stopping me."
You tugged his hair gently, pulling him up so you could look at him.
His lips were red, eyes glassy with want and alcohol, but the way he stared at you felt heavier than just the beer. like he really had been thinking about you all day.
Like being here, touching you, was the only thing that mattered.
Still, that small knot of frustration lingered in your chest.
"You always do this" you said quietly, the words slipping out before you could hold them back. "drink, then show up, then make me forget why i was annoyed."
Jungwon's expression softened again. he leaned in and kissed you properly this time—slow, deep. when he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.
"I know" he whispered. "i'm sorry, baby. i just… needed you tonight. all of you." his hand stroked your side soothingly. "let me make you feel good. we can go slow. i'll keep you quiet." he smiled against your lips.
"Whatever you need."
Your heart hammered.
His fingers kept moving—tracing your ribs, your hip, the waistband of your shorts—building that slow, aching tension without ever crossing the line you hadn't given him permission for yet.
The apartment was quiet except for your shared breathing and the faint city noise outside the closed curtains. Mrs. Park was probably already in bed.
Your notes were forgotten. the only thing that existed right now was Jungwon's warm body pressed against yours, his mouth on your neck, and the heavy promise of what he wanted to do to you.
He kissed you again, slower this time, like he had all night.
And you let him.
You pulled away from his mouth just long enough to stand up, legs a little unsteady. his eyes on you.
Jungwon seated on the edge of the bed, watching you with that heavy, half-lidded gaze as you crossed the room and clicked the bedroom door shut.
The soft snick of the lock felt louder than it should have.
You turned around and walked straight to him and swung a leg over his lap, straddling him properly.
The second your bodies aligned, his hands found your waist, pulling you down against him as your mouths crashed together again.
This kiss was different—deeper, messier, hungry.
His lips were soft but insistent, parting yours instantly so his tongue could slide in, hot and tasting faintly of alcohol. he kissed like he'd been thinking about it for hours: slow, filthy strokes of tongue, gentle sucks on your bottom lip, then deeper again, tilting his head to get a better angle.
Wet sounds filled the quiet room—soft clicks and low hums as saliva slicked between your mouths.
You could feel him breathing harder through his nose, his chest rising against yours while his hands roamed your waist, hips, and up your back under your shirt, fingertips pressing into bare skin like he needed to memorize every inch.
You gripped his hair tighter, almost desperately now, tugging the soft strands as you rolled your hips once against the hardness growing beneath you.
Jungwon let out a quiet, needy sound into your mouth, something between a whine and a groan, his fingers digging harder into your hips.
After what felt like forever—tongues tangled, lips swollen, breaths shared—you finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting you for a second before it broke.
Without asking, your hands dropped to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down impatiently along with his boxers just enough to free him.
Jungwon let out a breathy laugh, forehead resting against yours. "thought you didn't want to do this while i'm tipsy."
"Shut up before i change my mind" you muttered, voice already hoarse.
He didn't argue. in one smooth motion he reached back and yanked his black t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor.
You pushed his pants and boxers lower, eyes dropping shamelessly to drink him in—his toned chest and abs, the sharp V-lines disappearing downward, and his cock, hard and flushed, resting heavy against his lower stomach.
You leaned in and bit down on his collarbone, not too hard but enough to make him hiss and whine softly under you, hips twitching up.
"Fuck—baby…"
Jungwon's hands moved with surprising gentleness despite the hunger in his eyes. he helped you out of your sleep shirt, then unhooked your bra with practiced fingers, sliding the straps down your arms.
His gaze softened with that familiar warmth as he looked at you—real affection mixed with raw want. he hooked his thumbs into your pajama shorts, pulling it down your legs.
When the fabric caught at your knees, he helped ease them the rest of the way off.
His eyes caught on your panties. a small, genuine smile broke through the lust.
"Are those new?" he asked, voice low and amused. "never seen you wear ones with little pinky bows before. if this was my early christmas present, i'm fucking lucky."
You huffed a laugh and turned around in his lap instead of answering, settling back against his chest.
You braced your feet on the cool floor, your ass nestled directly over his cock, grinding slowly back against him in a slow, teasing roll.
The position let you feel every inch of him—hot, hard, and throbbing—pressed between your cheeks while you moved.
Jungwon groaned quietly, the sound turning into a soft whine as his hands returned to your waist. his long, pretty fingers stroked up and down your sides and back, caressing your skin with reverence.
He didn't grab or rush. he just touched—tracing your spine, squeezing your hips, running his palms over the curve of your ass while you kept that lazy, sensual grind going.
Every roll of your hips made his cock slide against your wetness, coating him.
"You're so beautiful..." he whispered against your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses there. "look at you…"
The grinding stretched on, slow and torturous.
Your breathing grew heavier, the slick sounds of skin against skin filling the room.
Jungwon's hands never stopped moving—gentle on your waist, occasionally brushing higher to cup your breasts lightly, thumbs grazing your nipples without fully focusing there yet. he was letting you set the pace, even as his cock twitched and leaked against you.
After several long minutes, his voice came out rough near your ear.
"You ready, baby?"
You turned your head just enough to look back at him, flashing a playful, wicked little smile. Jungwon let out a soft laugh, the sound melting into another needy whine as you shifted.
He reached between you, fingers carefully sliding your panties to the side without taking them off. the head of his cock nudged against your entrance, slipping easily through your folds. he groaned low.
"Baby… you're so creamy already" he murmured, voice thick with want. "all this for me?"
His hands settled firmly on your waist. you took a slow breath and began sinking down onto him, inch by inch, the stretch burning so good.
Both of you moaned quietly—his a soft, broken whine, yours more breathy—as you took him all the way until your ass was flush against his lap.
He filled you completely, pressing right against that spot that made your toes curl against the cold floor.
"Easy"Jungwon whispered, kissing your shoulder. "don't hurt yourself, okay? go slow."
You started moving—lifting up and sinking back down in steady, deep strokes, still facing away from him.
The angle was perfect; every downward motion dragged him against every sensitive part inside you. Jungwon wrapped his arms around your body, pulling your back flush against his chest.
One arm banded across your stomach, the other hand moving up to knead and tease your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers exactly how you liked.
"Touch me more" you breathed, voice shaky. "i want your hands all over me."
He obeyed instantly, like he'd been waiting for permission. one hand stayed on your chest, pinching and soothing, while the other slid down between your legs, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease.
His hips rocked up to meet yours, not thrusting hard but matching your rhythm so every movement hit deeper.
"That's it" he murmured, lips against your neck. "just like that, baby. you feel so good… so fucking tight and warm around me."
He kept talking in that low, quiet way—mostly soft instructions, mixed with those pretty little whines every time you clenched around him.
"You're doing so well… look at you taking all of me." his fingers circled your clit faster, the other hand squeezing your breast as he sucked another mark into your shoulder.
The position kept you completely full, every roll and bounce stimulating you from the inside while his hands worked your body from the outside.
Sweat was already starting to slick your skin where you pressed together. Jungwon's breathing was ragged against your ear, but he never rushed.
He just held you close, fucking you deep and steady, giving you everything you asked for while finally getting what he'd been craving since he showed up at your door.
The bedroom felt alive with sound.
Wet, filthy noises filled the air every time you sank down onto him — the slick, creamy sounds of your pussy taking every inch of Jungwon's cock.
You were soaked, embarrassingly so, and the way he stretched you left no room for anything else.
Each roll of your hips made an obscene squelch as he rubbed against your walls, the head of his dick kissing deep, right up against your cervix.
You leaned forward slowly, hands bracing on his thighs, chasing a deeper angle. the change made him slide against a new spot that had your toes curling against the cold floor.
Jungwon groaned, low and needy. his hands slid up your arms, fingers wrapping around your wrists for a moment before he tugged you back hard against him.
The sudden pull forced you down fully onto his cock, burying him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
"Ah—fuck" you moaned, biting your lip hard to try and stay quiet. it didn't work. the sound slipped out anyway, needy and broken.
"Shhh, baby… i know" Jungwon whispered right against your ear, voice sweet and raspy, laced with a whine. "you're taking me so deep like this. feel so fucking good squeezing around me."
He rocked up into you, grinding rather than thrusting, letting you feel every thick inch.
Your head falling back against his shoulder. "right there—… don't stop."
Jungwon let out a soft, pretty whine, the sound vibrating against your back. "yeah? you like it when i'm this deep?"
He kissed the side of your neck, sucking lightly while his hips kept that steady, filthy rhythm. "you're doing so well for me... but we're just getting started, okay? hold on for me."
The slap of skin on skin grew louder, wetter.
Every time your ass met his lap it made a messy sound, your arousal coating his cock and dripping down onto his balls. you tried to keep riding him properly, but your legs started burning, movements turning sloppy and desperate.
Jungwon noticed immediately.
Without warning, he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you off him carefully but quickly.
You whimpered at the emptiness, but he was already guiding you down onto the bed on your back.
He settled between your spread legs, hovering over you. his larger frame covered yours as he caught both your wrists in one of his big hands and pinned them above your head against the mattress.
He looked down at you, eyes dark and glassy from the lust, but still so full of that soft affection that was so distinctly him.
"Gonna take care of you like this now" he murmured.
He reached down with his free hand, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your clit in slow circles, teasing until you squirmed.
Then he lined himself up and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself completely. the new angle made you arch off the bed with a choked moan.
Jungwon started fucking you again — fast and deep, hips snapping forward with precision. each thrust punched the air out of your lungs and made the wet sounds even louder in the quiet room.
He watched your face the entire time, eyes drinking in the way your brows furrowed and your lips parted with every stroke.
"… Look at you" he breathed, voice breaking into another whine as he drove deeper. "so pretty when you're getting fucked like this."
You moaned louder than you meant to. he quickly slipped two fingers from his free hand into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue gently.
"Suck." he whispered, voice sweet even as he kept pounding into you. "stay quiet for me, baby. just for a little longer.",
You obeyed, sucking on his fingers while he fucked you harder, the bed starting to creak softly beneath you. his whines grew a little louder, more frequent — those needy, breathy sounds that always slipped out when he felt really good.
He was trying to be quiet too, but the way your pussy clenched around him made it impossible.
After a few minutes he released your wrists, leaning down until his chest pressed flush against yours.
He buried his face in your neck, still thrusting deep and steady, now with more force. the new closeness let him grind against your clit with every stroke.
"Feels too good" he whined softly into your skin, voice yearning and desperate. "you're so warm… so tight. i can't get enough of you."
His hands roamed your body lovingly — stroking your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. never rough, always affectionate even while he fucked you senseless.
You couldn't help it. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as pleasure shot through you. your nails dragged down his back without meaning to, leaving red lines across his skin.
Jungwon moaned loudly into your neck — a broken, needy sound that made your stomach flip.
"Shit—baby" he gasped, hips stuttering for a second before he recovered, fucking you even deeper. "scratch me more if you need to… i like it. want to feel you."
You moaned directly into his ear, lips brushing the shell as your nails dug in again.
He whined again, louder this time, hips snapping harder. "yeah? right here?" he angled his hips and thrust up sharply, making sure the head of his cock dragged against that spot inside you.
"Love hearing you like this. love being inside you… like this is exactly where i belong."
The room was filled with everything — the wet slap of his hips meeting yours, the creak of the bed, your muffled moans and his pretty whines, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your creamy pussy.
Sweat slicked between your bodies. his hair stuck to his forehead, ears still red from the alcohol and exertion.
He kept talking between gasps and soft moans, voice low and intimate.
You dragged your nails down his back again, moaning his name against his ear. Jungwon shuddered, letting out another long, whiny groan as he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there for a moment, grinding slow and deep.
"Don't stop" you begged breathlessly. "please, Won…"
"I won't" he promised, kissing your neck, your jaw, anywhere he could reach while still moving inside you. "not until you're shaking. not until you can't think about anything but me."
His hands never stopped caressing you— gentle strokes over your ribs, your waist, your breasts, like he was worshipping you even while he fucked you raw.
The contrast between his sweet touches and the way his cock kept stretching you open made your head spin.
Jungwon's whines mixed with your moans as he kept that steady, deep rhythm.
Jungwon's moans were getting prettier, more unguarded. those soft, breathy whines that slipped out every time he bottomed out inside you — cute little sounds that made your stomach tighten even more.
He readjusted carefully, pushing your thighs up until your knees were pressed to your chest, folding you neatly beneath him.
The new angle made everything feel impossibly tighter. your pussy clenched hard around his cock, squeezing him like it never wanted to let go.
"Fuck… baby" he whined low, the sound almost like a sweet complaint, filthy and needy at the same time. "you're gripping me so fucking tight."
He kept his voice hushed but raw, hips rolling steadily as he fucked you in this folded position. every thrust dragged against that perfect spot, the wet squelching sounds even louder now because of how soaked you were.
His cock bullied its way in and out, creamy arousal coating him completely and dripping down your ass onto the sheets.
You held your own legs against your chest, arms wrapped around your thighs to keep them open for him. the position left you completely exposed, helpless to do anything but take every deep stroke.
"Ah—Won… it's too much" you gasped, voice breaking. "feels so deep… i can't—"
"You can" he murmured, voice soft and raspy, that signature Jungwon tone — gentle even while he was buried balls-deep inside you. "you're doing so good for me." he groaned again, a pretty, whiny sound that vibrated against your skin as he leaned closer.
He was driving you right to the edge. yhat familiar pressure built low in your belly — the tight, heavy ache that made your toes curl and your thighs tremble.
It felt like you needed to go to the bathroom and like the pleasure was about to explode at the same time. your whole lower body tightened, clit throbbing, walls fluttering wildly around his cock.
Jungwon noticed immediately. his dark eyes flicked up to your face, reading every twitch and moan.
"Yeah? you're close, aren't you?" he whispered, picking up the pace.
His hips snapped faster, still deep but more insistent now, chasing your orgasm. "come on, baby. let go for me."
"I'm— fuck, Won, i'm gonna—" your voice cracked into a sharp, needy cry as the orgasm crashed over you. you couldn't hold it back.
A broken moan tore from your throat as you squirted hard, soaking his cock, his pelvis, and the sheets beneath you.
Your body shook, pussy clenching rhythmically around him while waves of intense pleasure rolled through you.
Jungwon pulled out quickly but gently, replacing his cock with two fingers that kept rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles. "that's it… good girl. keep going, let it all out" he cooed softly, voice full of sweet encouragement while prolonging your orgasm.
You kept gushing, thighs trembling violently as another smaller spurt left you.
He stroked himself between your spread legs, hand flying over his slick cock. his breathing grew ragged, pretty whines turning into desperate little sounds.
"Baby— i'm close too" he gasped.
When he came, it was with a gorgeous, broken moan — that signature soft, slightly husky voice cracking into a high, needy whine that melted into a deep, satisfied groan. "ahh—shit… mmh—"
The sound was divine, the kind of moan that made your core clench even after your orgasm.
Thick, warm ropes of cum landed across your stomach and lower chest, some even reaching the underside of your breasts.
He kept stroking himself through it, milking every drop while watching the mess he made on your skin.
For a moment the room was just heavy breathing and the faint wet sounds of his hand slowing on his cock.
But Jungwon didn't collapse on top of you. he stayed present, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.
"You did so well" he whispered, voice soft and full of affection. "so fucking beautiful when you cum like that. i love watching you lose it for me."
He brushed damp strands of hair away from your face, eyes warm despite the alcohol still lingering in his system. "you okay, baby? that was a lot."
You nodded weakly, still catching your breath. "yeah… really good."
He smiled that cat-like smile and carefully climbed off the bed. "stay right there. don't move."
Jungwon walked over to your dresser, completely comfortable being with his dick out, and grabbed a couple of clean cloths from the drawer.
He came back and sat on the edge of the bed, gently wiping his cum off your stomach and chest with slow, tender strokes.
"Does that feel okay?" he asked quietly.
"It's fine" you murmured, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
When you were mostly clean, he leaned down and kissed your stomach softly. "want me to carry you to the bathroom?"
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. Jungwon pulled his boxers and gray sweatpants back on but left his shirt off, the faint red lines from your nails visible across his back and shoulders.
He slid his arms under you effortlessly —one under your knees, the other behind your back— and lifted you princess-style like you weighed nothing.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as he carried you to the bathroom. the cool air of the hallway made you shiver slightly against his warm chest.
He set you down gently on the toilet, making sure you were stable before stepping back a little.
"i'll go change the sheets while you're in here" he said, voice low and intimate, like he was sharing a secret. "where are the extra ones again?"
"Bottom drawer of the big dresser" you answered, sighing as you finally relaxed enough to pee. the relief was immediate after how intense everything had been.
"Got it." he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. "take your time, baby. i'll have everything ready when you come out."
While he was gone, you finished up and stood on slightly shaky legs. you turned to the mirror and froze, eyes widening.
Your neck and shoulders were covered in marks.
Dark hickeys bloomed across your skin — some light pink, others deep red and purplish. there were clear bite marks mixed in, especially near your collarbones.
It looked like you'd been attacked by a very affectionate vampire.
You didn't scream or panic, but your mouth fell open in genuine surprise. "holy shit…" you whispered to your reflection, turning your head to see the damage from different angles. there was no way you'd be able to hide all of these tomorrow.
Jungwon's voice floated from the bedroom. "everything okay in there?"
"Yeah" you called back, still staring at the constellation of love bites. "just… realizing how fucked my neck looks right now."
He laughed softly, the sound warm.
You could hear him shaking out fresh sheets. "sorry, baby. i got a little carried away. but you looked so pretty with my mouth on you… couldn't help it."
You shook your head, a reluctant smile forming as you washed your hands. when you walked back into the bedroom, the bed was already made with clean sheets, the old ones stuffed in your laundry hamper.
Jungwon stood there shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, looking ridiculously soft after everything you'd just done.
He opened his arms for you. "come here."
You walked straight into them. he hugged you close, one hand rubbing slow circles on your bare back while the other stroked your hair.
"You were amazing tonight" he murmured against your temple.
"I needed you so bad… thank you for letting me come over even though i showed up tipsy again." his voice dropped a little, almost shy. "i know you don't like it. i'll try to be better tomorrow, okay? but right now i just wanna hold you.”
You pressed your cheek to his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowing down.
The faint smell of beer was still there, mixed with sweat and his usual scent. the mix of annoyance and affection you always felt toward him swirled in your chest, but the gentle way he touched you, the sweet words, the way he took care of everything without being asked —made it hard to stay mad.
"You're lucky you're cute when you whine" you muttered.
Jungwon chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. he tilted your chin up and kissed you softly, no hunger this time, just warmth.
"Stay with me tonight?" he asked, even though you were already in your own apartment. "i'll make sure you're okay in the morning. we can even go over your presentation again if you want… after i make you breakfast or something."
You rolled your eyes but nodded, letting him pull you back toward the freshly made bed.
The city outside was quiet. and despite the marks on your neck and the lingering frustration about his drinking, you let him wrap himself around you under the clean sheets — because no matter how many times this pattern repeated, Jungwon's version of "i missed you" always hit different.
Soft, pale morning light slipped through the gaps in your curtains, painting the room in gentle hues of cream and gold.
It was still early — the kind of quiet morning where the city outside hadn't fully woken up yet. you had been lost in a hazy, warm dream, something fuzzy and pleasant that involved sunlight and laughter, when a persistent pressure low in your belly started pulling you back to consciousness.
At first, you thought it was just the need to pee. your eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes heavy with sleep, a small tired groan escaping your lips as you shifted under the sheets.
You had fallen asleep completely naked last night, too exhausted and satisfied to bother with clothes after Jungwon changed the sheets.
The fabric felt cool against your bare skin, and for a second you just lay there, blinking at the ceiling.
The pressure didn't fade. if anything, it grew warmer, wetter, more focused.
Then you felt it — the slow, deliberate drag of a hot tongue between your folds.
Your breath hitched sharply.
"Jungwon…?—" The name came out breathy, half-moan, half-question.
He was settled comfortably between your spread thighs like he'd been there for a while, your legs draped lazily over his shoulders.
His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open while his face was buried in your pussy. his tongue moved in slow, filthy strokes— licking from your entrance all the way up to your clit before swirling around it with obscene patience.
The wet, slick sounds of his mouth filled the quiet bedroom immediately.
He hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core.
"Morning, baby" he murmured, voice still raspy from sleep and last night's drinking, that signature soft, slightly husky tone that always hit you right in the chest.
He gave your clit a slow, wet suck before pulling back just enough to speak, lips glistening. "couldn't help it. you looked so peaceful… but your pussy was already a little wet. had to taste you."
"Fuck— what are you doing?" you moaned, hips twitching involuntarily as his tongue dove back in, licking deeper, more messily. "Won… it's too early for this—"
He chuckled softly against your folds, the sound turning into a needy little whine as he buried his tongue inside you, fucking it in and out slowly.
"Waking you up the right way" he answered, words muffled and dirty. "you're my favorite breakfast. so sweet and warm right after sleeping… fuck, you're getting creamy again already."
Your hand flew down instinctively, fingers threading through his soft dark hair. the sensitivity from last night's marathon made every single touch feel electric.
Your clit was swollen and tender, and every flick of his tongue sent sharp sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting up your spine.
"Jungwon—shit, i feel like i'm gonna soak everything" you gasped, back arching slightly off the mattress. "we just changed the sheets last night… i don't have more backups right now—"
"Don't worry about it" he whispered, sucking gently on your clit before lapping at it faster. his tongue was relentless, sloppy and eager, coating his chin and lips in your arousal. "i'll take care of the mess. i always do. just let me eat you, baby. please?"
The plea in his voice — soft, almost whiny — made your stomach flutter. he was being so filthy with his mouth but still so sweet, eyes closed in bliss as he devoured you like he'd been starving for it.
The room quickly filled with wet, pornographic sounds: the constant slick slide of his tongue, the soft suction of his lips around your clit, your own shaky moans growing louder despite your best efforts to stay quiet.
Your back curved sharply off the bed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "ah—Jungwon!" your grip in his hair tightened, not pulling him away but holding on for dear life.
"It's too much… my clit's so sensitive from last night—fuck, slow down—"
But he didn't slow down. if anything, he pressed his face deeper, nose brushing against your mound as he licked and sucked with renewed hunger.
Long, lewd strokes of his tongue mixed with quick flicks that made your thighs tremble around his head. you could feel yourself getting wetter, that creamy arousal leaking out of you and onto his tongue.
"You're so fucking pretty when you're like this" he groaned against you, voice vibrating deliciously.
He pulled back for a breath, eyes looking up at you with that hazy, adoring gaze — pupils blown wide, ears still slightly pink. "all sleepy and red… moaning my name like that. makes me so hard, baby."
You whimpered, legs shaking as he dove back in. the overstimulation was intense. every single touch felt like too much and not enough at the same time.
Your free hand moved to your chest, squeezing one of your breasts, pinching your nipple as another broken moan left you.
"Won… please, i can't— it's too intense' you begged, voice cracking.
Your hips rolled against his mouth despite your words, chasing the pleasure even as it bordered on overwhelming. "i'm gonna cum too fast if you keep doing that—"
"Good" he whined softly, the sound so pretty and desperate. "want you to cum on my tongue. want to feel you gush for me again." he slid two long fingers into your soaked entrance without warning, curling them instantly against your g-spot while his tongue attacked your clit in tight, fast circles.
The wet squelching sounds grew louder, filthier.
His fingers pumped steadily, perfectly in sync with his mouth. you were dripping down his hand, creamy arousal coating his fingers.
"Jungwon—oh my god" you moaned loudly, head falling back against the pillow. your back arched completely off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as the pressure built impossibly fast. "like that—fuck, don't stop—"
He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you closer. "that's it, baby. let go. you're squeezing my fingers so tight… so perfect. cum for me. please, i need it."
Your hand tightened in his hair, the other still groping your breast, rolling your nipple between your fingers.
The combination of his tongue on your oversensitive clit and his fingers hitting that perfect spot inside you was devastating. you felt that familiar overwhelming rush — the tight, heavy pressure that made you feel like you were about to burst.
"I'm— fuck, Won, i'm gonna—"
He sucked harder on your clit, fingers curling faster, and that was all it took.
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, violent and all-consuming.
A sharp, pornographic moan tore from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers, gushing wetly against his tongue.
Your entire body shook, back lifted high off the mattress, thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head. he didn't stop — he kept licking and sucking gently, prolonging every aftershock while moaning sweetly against your folds, drinking down everything you gave him.
"Fuck… so good" he whispered, voice hoarse and satisfied. "taste so fucking good when you cum."
You were still panting, body twitching with sensitivity, when he finally slowed down. but he didn't pull away completely.
He kept his fingers buried inside you, giving lazy thrusts while his tongue gave soft, soothing licks around your clit, careful not to overwhelm you too much now.
"Look at you" he murmured lovingly, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "all flushed and pretty in the morning light. my beautiful girl."
You let out a breathless laugh mixed with a whimper, eyes half-closed as you tried to catch your breath.
The sensitivity made every small movement of his fingers feel electric.
"Jungwon… you're insane" you managed, voice shaky. "waking me up like this…"
He smiled against your skin, that playful, cat-like grin you loved and hated at the same time.
"Couldn’t resist. you were right there, naked and warm… smelled like sex and me. had to have a taste." he curled his fingers again gently, watching your face.
Jungwon was completely lost in you — whining softly, hips subtly grinding against the mattress for his own relief while he focused entirely on making you fall apart again.
And you let him.
Jungwon didn't hesitate for even a second. he moaned sweetly, loud and pretty, as he pressed his mouth closer and licked every drop left you gave him.
You were left panting hard, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs trembling as they slipped off his shoulders. your body felt boneless, warm and buzzing with leftover pleasure.
For a long moment you just lay there with your eyes half-closed, trying to catch your breath.
"Jungwon…" you breathed out shakily. "get up here… please."
He pressed one final, soft kiss to your clit before crawling up your body, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your stomach and between your breasts.
When his face hovered above yours, his lips were shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your release. that familiar cat-like smile spread across his face — satisfied, a little proud, and ridiculously soft all at once.
"You okay, baby?" he asked quietly, voice still raspy and sweet. he brushed damp strands of hair away from your forehead with gentle fingers.
You nodded, still breathing unevenly. "yeah… just… intense. good intense."
Jungwon leaned down and kissed you slowly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
The kiss was lazy and deep, full of morning tenderness. when he pulled back, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the clean cloth he'd left there from last night.
He sat back on his heels between your legs and began wiping you carefully, his touch feather-light and loving.
"You're so fucking pretty right now" he murmured, eyes tracing your flushed cheeks, your messy hair, the way your chest still heaved.
His free hand stroked your waist in slow, soothing circles, thumb brushing the curve of your hip. "all glowing and soft… i could eat you out every morning like this."
You let out a breathless laugh, covering your face with one arm. "you're shameless."
"Only for you." he smiled wider, cleaning your folds "look at that — the sheets are completely dry this time. i swallowed every drop, see? no mess for you to worry about.”
You peeked out from under your arm and glanced down. he was right. thanks to how eagerly he'd devoured your orgasm, the fresh sheets he'd changed last night were still spotless.
The realization made you shake your head with a tired but fond smile.
Jungwon tossed the cloth aside and leaned down again, pressing a kiss to your stomach before sitting up fully. he looked genuinely energized, eyes bright despite the faint hangover haze he probably had. that was typical Jungwon— once he got his fix of you, he could run on pure affection for hours.
"I'm gonna make breakfast" he announced happily, already climbing off the bed. "you rest a little more. i'll call you when it's ready."
He walked over to your closet like he owned the place, pulling out one of the oversized white t-shirts he'd left at your apartment weeks ago.
He slipped it on, the fabric stretching nicely across his shoulders and chest, but kept the same gray sweatpants from yesterday hanging low on his hips. Barefoot, hair still messy from your fingers pulling on it, he looked stupidly domestic and hot at the same time.
You watched him with a small smile as he padded out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. the faint sound of him moving around your kitchen soon followed — cabinets opening, the fridge humming.
It took you a couple of minutes to gather the strength to move.
Your legs still felt a little shaky when you finally sat up. you swung them over the edge of the bed and stood up slowly, stretching your arms above your head with a quiet groan.
The marks on your body pulled slightly as you moved, reminding you of everything from last night.
You made your way to the bathroom, still completely naked. the moment you stepped in front of the mirror, you paused.
"Jesus Christ…" you whispered.
The hickeys and bite marks looked even more obvious in the daylight.
Your neck was a canvas of pink, red, and purplish spots. several dark ones sat right under your jaw and along your collarbones, joined by clear teeth marks on your shoulders. you turned slightly, eyes widening at the full extent.
There was no way you could hide all of them with just a hoodie.
You sighed deeply, running your fingers over one particularly dark mark. part of you wanted to be annoyed — he always got carried away when he drank — but another part felt a stupid flutter at the possessiveness behind them.
Still, the frustration lingered. this was becoming a pattern.
Shaking your head, you turned on the shower and stepped under the warm spray. the water felt amazing against your sore muscles.
You took your time, washing your body carefully, letting the steam fill the small bathroom while your mind wandered. Jungwon's laughter floated faintly from the kitchen, along with the smell of something cooking — probably eggs and toast, knowing him.
By the time you stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself, you felt a little more awake.
You wiped the condensation off the mirror again and stared at the marks one last time, tracing one with your fingertip.
"You're lucky i like you" you muttered to yourself with a small, reluctant smile.
You dried off and threw on comfortable clothes — loose shorts and a thin long-sleeved shirt that at least covered most of your neck and shoulders.
When you finally walked into the kitchen, Jungwon was plating food at the small counter. he looked up immediately, that bright, boyish smile spreading across his face the second he saw you.
"There she is" he said warmly, voice full of affection. "how do you feel? come eat while it's hot."
He'd made simple breakfast — scrambled eggs with cheese, toast with butter, and some fruit he'd cut up. two glasses of orange juice sat ready.
He pulled you into a gentle back hug before you could sit down, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
"You smell nice" he murmured. "did you shower? sorry about all the marks by the way… i got a bit excited."
You leaned back against his chest for a moment, letting yourself enjoy the warmth before the usual mid-morning reality settled in.
"Yeah… i saw them" you replied quietly. "there's a lot this time, Won."
He hummed softly, squeezing your waist. "i know. i'll be more careful next time." but the way he said it sounded more like a hopeful promise than a guarantee.
You sat down together at the small table in your kitchen. Jungwon watched you take the first bite with that attentive, cat-like focus he always had when it came to you. the food was good — simple but comforting.
The quiet morning felt peaceful, but that familiar knot of worry about his drinking habits was already starting to creep back in.
For now, though, you let yourself enjoy the domestic moment: Jungwon in your apartment, barefoot in your kitchen, looking at you like you hung the moon.
Even if you knew this perfect morning came right after another night of him showing up drunk probably.
You were sitting at the small kitchen table, still a little sleepy but genuinely hungry after the morning activities.
The scrambled eggs were fluffy and cheesy, the toast perfectly buttered, and the cut fruit was sweet and cold. you ate like a little kid — cheeks slightly puffed, taking big bites and humming happily with each one, one foot swinging lightly under the table.
It was one of those unconscious habits you had when you felt comfortable.
Jungwon stood by the counter for a second, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with the softest, most fond smile on his face. his eyes curved into those pretty crescents, the same ones that made your stomach flip every single time.
"Look at you" he murmured, voice warm and amused. "eating like that makes me want to cook for you every day."
He was about to pull out the chair and sit across from you when the sharp sound of the doorbell cut through the peaceful morning.
Ding-dong.
Your fork paused halfway to your mouth. you already knew.
The sigh that left you was heavy and knowing. Jungwon's expression shifted too — he glanced at you, reading the look on your face instantly.
He knew exactly what was coming.
"I got it" he said quietly, before you could even speak.
He ran a quick hand through his hair, somehow making it look even better despite the messy night and morning you'd both had.
The white t-shirt hugged his shoulders nicely, and those gray sweatpants still hung low on his hips. he looked annoyingly put-together for someone who had been nose-deep inside you less than an hour ago.
Jungwon walked to the door and opened it with a light, polite smile.
Mrs. Park was standing there in all her glory.
She clearly hadn't bothered getting ready. her bleached blonde hair was frizzy and unkempt, dark roots showing at the scalp.
She wore an old robe over pajamas, arms crossed tightly under her chest. at 47, the years showed in the deep lines around her mouth and the permanent scowl etched into her face. she looked exactly like the type of neighbor who lived for this kind of confrontation.
"Good morning" Jungwon said calmly, keeping that polite smile. "is there a problem, ma'am?"
Mrs. Park didn't even bother with pleasantries. her eyes narrowed immediately.
"Your bed is literally pushed against my wall" she started, voice sharp and accusatory.
"I heard everything. every single sound. the moaning, the bed creaking, the filthy talking… all of it. at eight in the morning! have some respect, for God's sake. this is not a love hotel."
Jungwon's ears turned a light shade of red, but he kept his composure. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking appropriately sheepish.
"I'm really sorry" he said sincerely. "we didn't mean to disturb you. it won't happen again."
Mrs. Park scoffed. "sorry? i've had to listen to this nonsense multiple times now. last night too! the walls are thin, you know. i could hear her moaning your name like some cheap porn actress. disgusting."
Jungwon apologized again, softer this time. "i understand. we'll be more careful. really. sorry for the inconvenience."
The woman's face twisted "if this keeps happening, i'm actually going to file a formal complaint with the building management. i'm not joking. find somewhere else to do your little activities."
Jungwon nodded quickly, not giving her any more fuel. "understood. thank you for letting us know."
Before Mrs. Park could keep ranting, he gently closed the door, cutting her off mid-sentence.
The second the door clicked shut, he let out a long breath and turned around.
You were still at the table, mouth full of eggs and toast, staring at him with raised eyebrows. you swallowed quickly and pointed your fork at him.
"Told you." you said, voice muffled but smug.
Jungwon leaned against the door for a second, then walked back to the table with a playful smirk. he dropped into the chair across from you, stealing a piece of toast from your plate.
"If you say that one more time" he warned teasingly, eyes sparkling with mischief, "i'm gonna make Mrs. Park have a real reason to complain. right here. right now."
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped. "you're actually insane. she literally just threatened to file a complaint and you're already joking about it."
He shrugged, biting into the stolen toast. "what do you want me to do? cry about it?" his foot nudged yours under the table. "besides… you weren't exactly quiet either, baby."
You kicked his leg lightly. "because you're way too needy. you woke me up with your face between my legs when i was still sensitive from last night. and then you kept going even when i said it was too much."
Jungwon leaned forward on his elbows, chin resting on his hand, watching you with that intense, cat-like focus. his voice dropped a little, low and teasing.
"Yeah… and i could do it again right now" he said smoothly. "even if you tell me you're sore. even if you say you don't want it. i know exactly how to touch you until you're begging for more. until you're dripping again and forgetting all about Mrs. Park."
You felt heat crawl up your neck — the same neck currently covered in his marks. you pointed your fork at him again.
"See? needy. you literally cannot go more than a few hours without touching me."
He grinned, unashamed. "guilty. but can you blame me?" his hand reached across the table, fingers brushing over your knuckles. "you're my girlfriend. my pretty, smart, hard-working girl who lives alone and lets me come over even when i show up tipsy. of course i'm obsessed with you."
There it was again — that soft manipulation wrapped in genuine-sounding affection.
It always made the frustration in your chest twist uncomfortably. You looked down at your plate, pushing the eggs around with your fork.
"You know it bothers me when you drink and then come looking for sex" you said quietly, the theme creeping back in. "and now the neighbor is threatening to complain because you can't keep it down when you're horny."
Jungwon's expression softened. he stood up and walked around the table, crouching beside your chair so he could look up at you properly.
His hands rested on your thighs, thumbs stroking gently.
"I know" he murmured. "i'm sorry. i really am. last night i just… missed you too much. work was long, my head was killing me, and the only thing that makes sense when i drink is wanting to be with you." he pressed a kiss to your knee. "i'll try to be quieter next time. and… i'll try to drink less. okay?"
You stared at him. he looked sincere — those big dark eyes, the slight pout, the way his hands kept caressing your legs like he needed the contact.
It was hard to stay mad when he got like this.
"You always say that" you whispered.
"I mean it this time." he stood up and leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. "eat your breakfast, baby. it's getting cold."
You sighed but went back to eating. Jungwon sat beside you now instead of across, one arm draped over the back of your chair, fingers playing with the ends of your hair while he ate with his other hand.
The domesticity of it was almost too much. he looked so comfortable in your apartment, like he belonged here.
After a few minutes of quiet eating, he spoke again, voice lighter.
"Mrs. Park really needs to get laid, huh? she sounded jealous as hell."
You almost choked on your orange juice. "Jungwon!"
"What? it's true" he laughed, that pretty, bright laugh that always made you weak. "she was mad she could hear us having good sex and she's probably getting none."
You smacked his arm, but you were smiling despite yourself. "you're going to get us evicted."
"Nah. i'll charm the building manager if it comes to that." he leaned in and kissed your neck — right on one of the darker hickeys — making you shiver. "or i can just fuck you against the wall that's not connected to her apartment next time."
"Needy and horny again already" you muttered, rolling your eyes.
Jungwon hummed, nuzzling closer. "always. especially when you're wearing my shirt and have my marks all over you." his hand slid higher on your thigh, teasing the hem of your shorts. "still sensitive?"
"Yes" you warned, but your voice wasn't very convincing.
He smiled against your skin. "i could make it feel good anyway… slow and careful. until you're the one making noise again."
You pushed his face away gently, laughing. "finish your breakfast, you animal."
He grinned victoriously and went back to eating, but his hand stayed possessively on your thigh the entire time, thumb drawing lazy circles.
The morning light kept pouring in, warm and soft, while Mrs. Park's threats lingered somewhere in the back of your mind.
Jungwon was still here — affectionate, playful, a little manipulative, and completely wrapped up in you. And even though the frustration about his drinking was still simmering underneath, you let yourself enjoy this version of him for a little longer.
The needy, sweet, impossible boy who made mornings feel this good.
The plates were nearly empty now, just a few crumbs and a smear of egg left behind.
You leaned back in your chair, letting out a satisfied little sigh as you wiped your mouth with a napkin. the food had actually been really good — simple but warm, exactly what you needed after the intense start to the day.
"That was actually delicious" you said softly, smiling at him. "thank you for making breakfast. you didn't have to."
Jungwon's face lit up with that bright, boyish grin that made his eyes curve into pretty crescents. he cracked his knuckles once, stretching his fingers, then pushed his chair back.
"Glad you liked it" he replied, voice warm. "i'll go shower real quick. i still smell like last night… and this morning." he winked at you playfully as he stood up.
You got up too, stretching your arms high above your head with a soft groan. your muscles were still a little sore in the best way.
Instead of heading back to the bedroom, you wandered over to the living room and perched yourself on the wide armrest of the sofa, one leg dangling while the other stayed planted on the cushion.
You watched him move around, enjoying the casual domesticity of it all.
Jungwon was halfway to the bathroom when he paused.
He turned around and walked straight toward you instead, that familiar glint in his eyes. he stopped right in front of you, stepping between your spread legs like it was the most natural thing in the world.
One of his hands came up to cup your cheek gently, thumb brushing across your skin with surprising tenderness.
His other hand settled high on your thigh, fingers stroking slow, lazy circles on the bare skin just under the hem of your shorts.
"I love you" he said quietly, voice low and sincere. his dark eyes locked onto yours, intense and soft all at once. "so fucking much. you know that, right?"
You let out a small huff, half-amused, half-exasperated, but your cheeks warmed anyway. your hand came up to rest on his wrist, not pulling him away, just holding him there.
"I love you too, Won" you murmured. "but calm down a little… we just ate."
Jungwon let out one short, bright laugh — that pretty sound that always made your chest feel lighter.
He leaned in closer, forehead almost touching yours, his breath warm against your skin. the hand on your cheek slid back slightly, fingers threading into your hair while the one on your thigh squeezed gently, possessively.
"Say it again" he whispered, lips brushing your cheek in a soft kiss. "tell me how much you love me."
You squirmed a little on the armrest, complaining under your breath even as you tilted your head to give him better access. "Jungwon… you're so annoying sometimes."
But your voice came out quieter, softer, almost breathy. your fingers tightened around his wrist as you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes a little wider, shoulders relaxing under his touch.
"I love you… a lot. more than i probably should, considering how much trouble you give me."
The words came out gentle and yielding, almost like you were giving him exactly what he wanted without being able to stop yourself.
Your free hand rested on his chest, not pushing him away but tracing small patterns over the white t-shirt.
Jungwon's reaction was immediate.
His breath hitched. that needy glint in his eyes sharpened as he pressed closer, hips shifting forward until he was flush between your legs.
A soft, pretty whine escaped his throat — low and desperate.
"Baby… you can't say it like that" he murmured, voice already rougher. he kissed your cheek again, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jaw.
"So sweet and soft for me… makes me want to keep you here all day."
His hand on your thigh slid higher, fingertips slipping under the edge of your shorts, stroking the warm skin there. not demanding yet, but clearly hungry.
You could already feel him starting to get hard against your inner thigh through the gray sweatpants.
"Won…" you complained weakly, but you didn’t move away. your fingers curled into his shirt instead, holding onto him. "you literally just said you were going to shower."
"I will" he promised, but he made no move to leave.
Instead, he nuzzled into your neck, lips brushing over one of the many marks he'd left the night before. "just… five more minutes. let me hold you like this."
He sounded so needy already — that slight whine in his voice, the way his hands kept moving on you like he couldn't stop touching.
One moment he was caressing your cheek lovingly, the next his fingers were squeezing your thigh like he wanted to pull you even closer.
You sighed, tilting your head to the side as he kissed along your marked neck. "you're impossible. Mrs. Park just threatened us and you're already trying to start something again."
Jungwon chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating pleasantly. "she can threaten whatever she wants. right now i just want my girlfriend to keep telling me she loves me while i touch her."
He pulled back just enough to look at you again, eyes half-lidded. "c'mon, baby. one more time. tell me."
You bit your lip, trying to fight the smile threatening to break through. your voice came out even softer this time, almost shy, eyes dropping to his lips before flicking back up to his.
"I love you, Jungwon" you whispered, sounding small and sweet and completely wrapped around his finger. "i love you even when you drive me crazy… even when you show up drunk and needy… even when you leave marks all over me."
A full-body shiver ran through him.
He let out a low, needy groan and pressed his forehead to yours, hips rolling forward once, slowly, grinding against you just enough for you to feel how hard he was getting.
"Shit… you're gonna kill me saying it like that" he whined, voice cracking slightly in that pretty way it always did when he got desperate.
"I love you too. so much it's stupid. i can't even think straight when i'm around you."
His hand left your cheek to slide down your side, gripping your waist as he kissed you properly — deep, slow, and hungry.
His tongue brushed yours, tasting like orange juice. when he pulled back, his breathing was already heavier.
"You're still sensitive, right?" he asked, almost hopeful, fingers tracing the edge of your shorts again. "i could be really gentle… just use my mouth again or my fingers. i just want to make you feel good."
You laughed breathlessly, pushing lightly at his chest even as your legs parted a little more around him.
"Go shower. i'm still recovering from this morning."
Jungwon pouted — actually pouted — but there was a playful spark in his eyes.
He stole one last kiss, then another, before finally stepping back with visible reluctance. His sweatpants did nothing to hide how affected he was.
"Fine" he sighed dramatically, but he was smiling. "but when i get out… you're sitting on my lap while we watch something. deal?"
You rolled your eyes fondly. "deal. now go before i change my mind and make you wash the dishes too."
He laughed and finally headed toward the bathroom, glancing back at you one last time with that needy look that always made your heart do stupid things.
The warmth in your chest battled with that familiar knot of worry — about his drinking, about how easily he could melt your frustration with sweet words and gentle hands, about how much you let him get away with.
Still… mornings like this with Jungwon were dangerously addictive.
You stayed perched on the armrest of the sofa for a long moment, fingers absently brushing over your lips where he'd kissed you.
They still felt warm, slightly swollen. your skin tingled everywhere he'd touched — your cheek, your thigh, the back of your neck.
You let out a long, heavy sigh and dragged a hand down your face.
God, he's exhausting.
You were still sensitive from this morning.
Your clit felt puffy and tender, your insides a little sore in that deep, used way that made every shift of your thighs noticeable. part of you wanted to just sit here, scroll on your phone, and let your body recover.
But another, louder part — the one that always lost when it came to Jungwon — was already buzzing with leftover heat.
You glanced toward the closed bathroom door. the faint sound of water running reached your ears.
"Fuck it" you muttered under your breath.
You stood up and walked down the short hallway.
The moment you opened the bathroom door, a wave of warm, humid air hit you, thick with steam and the clean scent of your body wash.
Jungwon was behind the shower curtain, the silhouette of his body visible through the semi-transparent fabric.
"You almost done?" you asked, voice casual even though your pulse was already picking up.
The curtain slid open a few inches. Jungwon peeked out, water streaming down his face and dark hair.
It was plastered to his forehead, droplets clinging to his lashes. He smiled — that bright, cat-like smile that made his eyes curve — completely unbothered by the fact that he was naked and half-hard already.
"Not yet" he answered, voice slightly raised over the sound of the water. "why?"
You didn't reply with words.
Instead, you held his gaze and slowly reached for the hem of your shirt.
Jungwon's eyes followed every movement as you pulled it over your head, revealing your bare chest.
You hooked your thumbs into your shorts and panties together, sliding them down your legs at a deliberately slow pace, stepping out of them one foot at a time.
A low, surprised sound escaped his throat — something between a groan and a whine.
"Baby…" His eyes roamed shamelessly over your body, taking in every curve, every mark he'd left on your neck and shoulders last night. the hunger in his gaze was instant.
You stepped into the shower with him, closing the curtain behind you.
Warm water immediately cascaded over your skin, soaking you in seconds. you moved closer until your bodies were almost touching, sliding your hands up his wet chest and over his shoulders.
Your palms explored the smooth planes of his back, tracing the faint red lines your nails had left there earlier. your faces were inches apart, water running down both of you.
Jungwon's cock was fully hard now, pressing hot and heavy against your stomach.
"You told me to calm down" he murmured, voice low and teasing, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "and here you are, stripping for me and getting all needy in the shower."
"I'm not needy" you protested, even as your hands kept roaming his body. "don't bother me."
But even as the words left your mouth, you were already leaning in.
Your lips met his in a slow, deep kiss that quickly turned hungry. the water made everything slick — your tongues sliding together, lips wet and warm.
You could taste the faint trace of breakfast and the clean mint of his toothpaste. Jungwon's arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest as he kissed you back with obvious want, one hand sliding down to grip your ass.
When you finally broke the kiss, breathing heavier, you looked up at him with dark eyes.
"This time" you said, voice dropping, "i want you to fuck me hard enough that i don't want any more intimacy for the rest of the day."
Jungwon's breath hitched. his pupils blew wide.
You turned around before he could respond, bracing your hands on the shower wall. you bent forward slightly, arching your back and pushing your ass back toward him, water streaming down your spine.
He didn't need to be told twice.
His hands caressed your sides first — slow, appreciative strokes from your waist to your hips. then you felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against your entrance, sliding through your folds once, twice, coating himself in your wetness.
"Fuck, you're already so creamy" he groaned.
He pushed inside in one smooth, firm thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
Your pussy was still sensitive from earlier, so the sudden stretch pulled a broken, high moan out of you. your fingers tightened hard around the shower fixture, knuckles turning white.
"Shit— Jungwon…"
"You okay?" he asked immediately, voice tight with restraint even as his hips pressed flush against your ass. "if you want me to stop, just say it."
"Don't stop" you breathed, pushing back against him. "just… fuck me."
That was all the permission he needed.
Jungwon gripped your hips tighter and started thrusting— deep, hard strokes that made the wet slap of skin against skin echo loudly in the small shower.
The sound was filthy, unmistakable, mixing with the rush of water. he groaned low in his throat, that pretty, needy sound you loved.
"God, baby… you're so fucking wet and tight" he panted, snapping his hips harder. "listen to how wet you are. i can hear it every time i push in."
Each thrust rocked you forward, your breasts swaying with the force.
The water made everything slicker, louder. Jungwon's pace was relentless but controlled — deep enough to hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke, hard enough that your moans kept spilling out uncontrollably.
Your grip on the fixture tightened as pleasure mixed with the slight ache of overstimulation. it felt overwhelming in the best way — too much and not enough.
"Harder" you gasped, voice shaky. "you said you could make me want it even when i'm sensitive…"
Jungwon let out a soft whine and obeyed, fucking you harder.
The sound of his hips slapping against your ass grew wetter, sharper.
One of his hands slid around to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles while he kept pounding into you from behind.
"Like this?" he asked, voice raspy and sweet even as he railed you. "tell me how it feels, baby. i love hearing you."
"So deep— fuck, Won…" you moaned brokenly, forehead pressing against the cool tile. "you're hitting everything."
He groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against your back, lips brushing your ear as he kept thrusting.
"You feel so good… so fucking good. i can't get enough of you." his fingers kept working your clit, never faltering. "even when you're sore you're still this wet for me."
The steam, the heat, the constant stream of water, and the way he filled you so completely had your head spinning.
Every hard thrust made your sensitive walls flutter around him, creamy arousal coating his cock and dripping down your thighs, washed away instantly by the shower.
Jungwon's free hand gripped your waist harder, pulling you back onto him with every snap of his hips. his moans were getting prettier — those soft, whiny sounds mixed with low groans every time you clenched around him.
"Tell me again" he panted against your neck, sucking lightly on one of the marks he'd left yesterday. "tell me you love me while i'm fucking you like this."
You could barely form words, but you tried anyway, voice shaky and submissive.
"I love you… fuck— i love you, Jungwon."
He whined loudly, hips stuttering for a second before he recovered and fucked you even deeper.
"Again" he begged, voice cracking beautifully. "please, baby."
The shower continued to rain down on both of you as Jungwon kept that punishing, delicious rhythm — hard, deep, and relentless, just like you'd asked.
Your moans mixed with his pretty sounds, the wet slap of skin, and the constant rush of water. your body trembled under the intensity, still sensitive but chasing more.
And Jungwon gave it to you without hesitation.
Jungwon's hips snapped against your ass with deep, forceful thrusts, the loud wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles with every stroke.
Your creamy arousal made everything obscenely slick — you could literally hear how wet you were every time he buried himself to the hilt.
"Fuck, baby… you're dripping down my cock" he groaned, voice husky and needy.
One hand gripped your hip hard while the other kept rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles. "you're squeezing me so tight."
You moaned brokenly, forehead pressed against the cool tile, fingers white-knuckled around the shower fixture.
Every hard thrust sent sparks shooting through your overstimulated body. it hurt so good — that perfect mix of soreness and pleasure that only Jungwon could pull out of you.
"Won— ahh, shit— right there" you gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "faster… please."
Jungwon whined loudly, the pretty sound vibrating against your back as he leaned over you.
He fucked you deeper, faster, the head of his cock dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke. "i love you so much. love being inside you like this. you feel so warm and wet— fuck, i can't get enough."
The steam made everything feel closer, more intense. water streamed down your joined bodies, mixing with sweat. Jungwon's moans were getting louder, less controlled — those sweet, whiny sounds that always drove you crazy.
But you needed more than this position. you needed to see him.
"Wait—" you breathed, voice shaky. "turn me around."
Jungwon slowed instantly, pulling out carefully.
He helped you turn, hands gentle on your waist despite how hard he was breathing. the second you faced him, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours in a messy, desperate kiss. water cascaded over your faces as you both melted into it.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Jungwon grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly, pressing your back against the tiled wall. you wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles locking behind his back.
He lined himself up and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself completely.
"Oh my god—" you moaned loudly against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, baby… this is better" he panted, forehead pressed to yours.
His dark eyes were half-lidded, glassy with lust and affection. "i want to see your face when you cum."
He started moving again — deep, rolling thrusts that ground his pelvis against your clit with every stroke.
The new angle made him feel even bigger, pressing right against that perfect spot inside you. your bodies were flush together, skin sliding against wet skin, hearts pounding in sync.
Jungwon's moans were right in your ear now, soft and needy.
"I love you" he whispered between thrusts, voice cracking. "love you so much it hurts sometimes. you're everything to me." he kissed you again, slower this time, almost reverent, even as his hips kept that steady, deep rhythm.
"I'm yours—" you gasped, fingers threading through his wet hair. "only yours, Won. i love you… fuck, i love you so much."
He whined loudly, hips stuttering before he recovered and fucked you harder, deeper.
The sound of your bodies meeting was loud and wet, echoing in the shower. your moans mixed with his — raw, unrestrained, needy.
"You're getting tighter" he groaned, burying his face in your neck, sucking on one of the dark marks he'd left yesterday. "gonna cum for me, baby? want you to cum all over my cock while i'm inside you."
You nodded frantically, legs tightening around his waist.
The pressure was building fast again, that overwhelming heat coiling low in your belly.
Every thrust, every grind against your clit, every sweet word in your ear pushed you closer.
"Close— i'm so close, Won" you moaned, voice breaking. your nails dragged down his back, leaving fresh red lines.
"Me too" he panted, voice whiny and desperate. "look at me, baby. please— wanna see you."
You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. his hair was soaked, water dripping from his lashes, cheeks flushed.
He looked beautiful — needy, loving, completely lost in you. he kept one arm under your thigh for support while his other hand reached between you, thumb rubbing your clit in perfect circles.
"Cum with me" he begged softly, hips snapping harder. "please, baby. let me feel you. i need it."
The intimacy of it — his eyes locked on yours, bodies pressed so close, water falling around you like a curtain — pushed you over the edge.
"Jungwon—!" your orgasm hit hard, walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as intense pleasure crashed through you. you moaned loudly, shamelessly, thighs shaking around his waist as you came.
The feeling of you pulsing around him sent Jungwon over right after.
His hips stuttered, burying himself as deep as possible as he came with a gorgeous, broken moan — that signature soft, husky voice cracking into pretty whines.
"Fuck— baby, i'm cumming— ahh, shit—" he groaned long and deep, hips grinding into you as thick, warm spurts filled you up.
His face buried in your neck, body trembling against yours while he rode out every wave, moaning sweetly the entire time.
For a long moment, the only sounds were the running water and your heavy breathing. Jungwon held you close, still buried inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your body like he never wanted to let go.
He was the first to move, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your neck and jaw until he reached your lips. the kiss was slow and gentle now, full of affection.
"You okay?" he whispered against your mouth, voice hoarse. "wasn't too hard?"
You shook your head, smiling tiredly. "it was perfect… intense, but perfect."
He smiled back — that soft, cat-like smile — and carefully lowered your legs until your feet touched the floor.
He stayed close, holding you steady when your legs wobbled. without a word, he reached for your body wash, squeezing some into his hands.
"Let me take care of you" he murmured.
He lathered the soap between his palms and started washing you with gentle, loving touches.
His hands glided over your shoulders, down your arms, across your chest.
He was extra careful around your breasts and between your legs, cleaning you with soft strokes while pressing occasional kisses to your wet skin.
He tilted your chin up and kissed you again — slow, deep, and full of quiet love. when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, water still raining down on both of you.
"I really do love you" he said quietly. "not just when i'm tipsy. all the time. even when you're mad at me for drinking… even when Mrs. Park threatens us." He gave you a small, sheepish smile. "i know i mess up sometimes. but you're the best part of my day."
You swallowed hard, emotions swirling in your chest.
"I love you too" you whispered back, hugging him tighter. "just… try to be careful, okay?"
"I will" he promised, kissing the top of your head. he held you for a long time after that, just hugging you under the spray, hands rubbing slow circles on your back.
Eventually he turned off the water and grabbed your biggest towel, wrapping it around you first before drying himself.
He helped you out of the shower, still supporting you when your legs felt shaky. in the steamy bathroom, he dried your hair gently with another towel, then your body, pressing soft kisses wherever he touched.
The morning had been intense — loud, needy, intimate, and messy in the best way. and even with everything still unsaid about his habits, Jungwon's care made it hard to regret any of it.
贅沢 ──── 0,4k ✿ bf!niki x 𝒇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ㅤ♡ fluff゙ ☆ kissing, swearing, drunk and sober mention, club mention, make out mention, physical touch
ℕ𝕀𝕂𝕀𝔻𝕀𝕂𝕀𝕐 notes -> heres another short fan fic i hope this doesn’t flop cuz im working my ass off for the Jay REAL BET fan fic and yeah…pls don’t flop im crying
ENHYPEN MASTERLIST NIKI MASTERLIST
After being drunk last night you got woken up by the sunlight shining your asses off in the bedroom
Yesterday you went drinking with Niki at a club, when you both got drunk it turned into a make out session at home
You two even had to take a cab home because no one was in the state to drive
Now you’re sober, both, and when you realized where you were and what happened last night . . . Looking down you felt a weight on top of you
Only to see Niki fast asleep on your chest, drool dry on his mouth and some even dripping slowly from his mouth still
he’s shirtless and in only boxers, the covers are tangled at end of the bed, in your legs
his hands are around your waist, face on your chest
his bare face was so beautiful and he looked so peaceful like this that you wanted to munch him whole
his lips were pressed in a slight pout, cheeks puffed and messy hair in million directions
it’s hard to believe how soft and cute he can look along with his nonchalant demeanor during the day and night
not today tho
when you were about to tangle yourself from him, barely having the energy to sit up, and when accomplishing it you celebrated by smiling
but all that hard effort got shattered when you felt his hands pull you down by the waist and fall back into place
a loud huff escaped you as you fell back onto the pillow and he just murmured a non-sound that sounded like a no
“nm nm…” he murmurs
“kiki..i wanna get uuuup…” you whine
“5 more minutes…” he whispered not caring
“no niki—“ he cut you off by squeezing your waist so all the air gets out of you LITERALLY
“MHHHH!” you groan “NIKI!” you yell
he pouts opening his eyes, groaning deeply “shut up….i said stay…” he hugs you again
“i hate you…” you murmur
“mhm…” he replies knowing you don’t mean that
…
silence followed after his answer and you suddenly felt guilty for saying that
“okay no sorry i love you…” you kiss his forehead, and he lifts his head up to meet your eyes, smiling
he kisses you before he fell asleep again against your shoulder
it's warm and quiet in your shared room with heeseung, the only sound being the soft hum of the fan overhead and heeseung's steady breathing beside you. snoring away without a care in the world, unbothered by the fact that you've been trying and failing to fall asleep for almost an hour.
falling asleep in heeseung's arms was always bittersweet, he smelled good and he loved to hold you close - but every shift of his body against yours reminded you just how close the two of you were. and how intoxicating feeling his bare skin against yours really was. every sleepy sigh, every time his chest pressed against your skin, arms tightened around your waist - had a rush of arousal pooling between your legs.
heeseung basically slept on top of you, like he can never fully leave you alone, even when unconscious. and tonight it was unbearable. your eyes following the twirl of the fan above your heads for another minute before you're finally turning toward him. frustrated and restless as your fingers push the soft strands of hair back on his forehead.
"hee," you whisper. met with more snores. he looks so pretty sound asleep beside you, it was almost unfair. all the sharpness in his features seem to disappear the second he's unconscious. no sight of his teasing smirk, no cocky tilt of his head. just long dark hair falling messily across his forehead and pretty lips pursed in the cutest of pouts.
his lashes rest against the tops of his flushed cheeks, the bridge of his nose shiny from your moisturizer he couldn't keep himself from stealing. his fingers twitch every now and then in his sleep, pulling your body against his without even realizing it. you can't seem to tear your gaze with him, not embarrassed to admit how badly you wanted him even now.
if not more. this version of him feels rare. quiet. defenseless. the same boy who spends all day running his mouth and simultaneously making you laugh is suddenly just still. heeseung shifts in his sleep, letting out the softest of sighs and that's enough to have you teetering over the edge.
you're moving before you can talk yourself out of it, carefully wiggling out of his grasp and swinging a leg over his hips. you shift until you're sat comfortably on his lap, sticky panties pressed against the crotch of his pajama pants as your nipples pebble against his chest. "hee," you try again, whinier this time - head tilting up until you're able to press a line of soft kisses against his skin.
your hips move as if they've got a mind of their own, soft moans falling from your lips as you chase a pace that'll satiate the ache between your legs. you press down harder, teeth grazing his clammy skin as your fingers tangle in his soft hair. he shifts beneath you, cock growing hard without him even realizing why and the sudden press of it has your hips stuttering.
that wakes him up. a quiet groan leaves him immediately, brows puling together as he blinks slowly into the darkness - confused with the new weight pinning him against the mattress. "...baby?" he mumbles, voice deep and rough from sleep. his eyes focus on the sight of you on top of him, hips rolling slowly against his with your face buried in his neck.
his senses come to life one by one, a low curse falling from his lips when he can fully feel how wet you are through your panties. "oh, fuck." he says through a chuckle, hand sliding down the arch of your back before settling on your hip, gently guiding the movement of them. "look at you go," he says almost awestruck, watching the desperate roll of your hips as you trail a wet line of kisses from his neck to his chest.
"don't," you warn, head lifting to scowl down at him. yet there isn't much bite in your words. not while you were holding back the whimpers that threatened to spill. "what's the matter?" he says softly, head tilting to the side as his eyes trace over your features, obvious amusement riddling his. "isn't this what you wanted, babe? attention. you couldn't even let me sleep..." he feigns annoyance, hips lifting to meet every last one of your hurried grinds while his hand sneaks beneath the lace of your panties.
his brows shoot up slightly when his fingers find your wet slit. "fuck," he mumbles. "since when were you this needy, baby?" you're scoffing, dark eyes rolling yet your hips don't miss a beat. "don't call me needy," you whine, the soft chuckle he lets out vibrating against your chest.
heeseung leans down to press a lazy kiss to your forehead, trailing his lips down the side of your face while his fingers toy mindlessly with your clit. "you're making a mess all over me, baby. what else am i supposed to call you?" his teeth graze your skin gently, teasing you before he's biting down fully - earning a surprised yelp from you which he meets with another laugh.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JAY ♡
sunlight bleeds through the curtains. too bright. too early. the night had came and went and you still haven't moved from jay's bed since you were sneaking into his room hours ago. you had told yourself that it would be quick, just enough to get it out of your system and you'd be back in your own bed before the clubs were closing. that was six hours ago.
"shit," you're jerking up right in his bed, hair a mess, heart racing as you pat around the sheets in search of your phone. the time displayed on your screen in big mocking font: 08:43. there were three missed texts from your roommate, rightfully wondering where the hell you were.
yuna babe <3
lol where'd u disappear to? | 00:34
u better not be with hyunjin!!!! | 00:59
u alive lol? | 02:41
you feel the way your heart sinks. "fuck," you sigh, guilt settling in your chest as your eyes shift to where jay lays beside you. he's fast asleep beside you without a care in the world, sprawled on his back with the blanket tangled with his legs, boxers riding dangerously low, chest completely bare. he has one arm tucked behind his head, lips parted slightly in his sleep.
and annoyingly, you can't ignore how good he looks. too good. you sit there staring for a second too long, taking in his pretty soft features while trying to figure out how you manage to keep ending up here. trying to wrap your mind around the timeline of when you became this girl, accepting the bare minimum because at least it was something. even though you knew jay couldn't care less.
he shifts slightly in his sleep, brows pinching together for a second before relaxing again. the movement of his legs is kicking the blanket lower and your eyes follow the movement, catching sight of the bulge that presses against the fabric of his underwear. your entire body tightens. "oh my god," you're muttering quietly to yourself.
you should leave. you absolutely should leave. yuna was known for popping in on him after her morning run. she could be here any minute. this was so bad. but despite knowing all that, you can't keep yourself from kneeling beside him on the mattress. hands moving on their own accord, catching the waistband of his boxers. you're tugging slowly, carefully - eyes following the way his cock springs free from the fabric.
and the way your mouth waters is every bit of embarrassing. still you don't let that get in your way, teeth cutting into your lip as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, head leaning down to press a faint kiss to the tip of it.
jay reacts immediately, even asleep. his cock jumps in your grasp, a low sound leaving his lips - somewhere between a groan and a sign. "...mmh," his hand lifts instinctively, tangling in your soft curls as his eyes blink open. they flutter at the sight of you, tongue dragging along his length. "fuck, baby." he mumbles sleepily, grip tightening in your hair. "you're still here?" he had grown used to you sneaking out before the sun was even up. "yuna's gonna be here any minute..." his words trail off, the groan he lets out stealing the rest of the sentence.
you're nodding distractedly, hand working against his balls while you suck kisses into his skin. "i know," jay's letting out a soft laugh, hips lifting slightly in hopes you'd take more of him into your mouth, though his words don't match his actions.
"so why do you have my dick in your mouth instead of leaving?" you hate the way the words sting and you don't miss the smug smirk that sits on his lips. you press another kiss against his skin anyway, opening up your mouth a bit wider as your lower your head. his cock is heavy against your tongue and you're sucking softly, grinning at the curse he lets slip.
you watch the way his eyes flutter, head hitting against the wall behind his bed as he bites back a groan. "fuck, i love your mouth." he sighs, hips rutting up to meet the bob of your head. his hand tightens instinctively in your hair before he's lifting his head to get a good look at you between his legs. dark gaze somewhere between exhausted and completely gone for you.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JAKE ♡
jake wakes up feeling needy. the type of needy that has his entire body aching, cock throbbing as he reaches for your before he's even fully conscious. your sleeping body fits so nicely against his chest and you melt into his grasp as if it were instinct. it's freezing in your shared room, but the blanket covering your body feels hot against his skin. yet, he refuses to put any space between your bodies, he's letting out a soft huff as his arms tighten around your waist.
your body shifts in his grasp. just slightly, but enough. a sleepy sigh falling from your lips as you press back against him without even realizing what you're doing. he's hissing, catching his lower lip between his teeth to keep from moaning out. "fuck..." he's whispering into the dark.
his eyes stay trained on the back of your head, already deciding that he's lost this battle with himself. you're so warm against him, his shirt swallowing your frame yet your hard nipples still press against the fabric. he can make out the outline of your ass perfectly and he's not hesitating with lifting his hips to meet the swell of flesh. you look so pretty. long lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks, lips parted slightly - completely unaware of what you're doing to him right now.
jake's careful with the way he lowers his hand, fingers grasping the hem of your shirt and slowly lifting it over your ass. you don't even shift and his eyes are zeroing in on your lack of panties. "oh my god..." he sighs, reaching lower to squeeze at the flesh. and he feels the way his cock jumps against his boxers.
you're humming sleepily, pushing back into his touch as he palms at your ass. his free hand slips into his boxers, carefully pulling his cock from it's confines - groaning softly as his hand wraps around the thickness. "baby..." he whispers softly against your shoulder, his cock resting against your ass.
he doesn't hesitate with rutting his hips up, hand holding his cock steady against your ass. a shudder runs down his spine, eyes fluttering as he grinding himself against you. a sleepy smile tugging at his mouth despite himself. wet kisses press lazily against your bare shoulder, lips lingering while his hips roll against yours.
"wake up for me," he murmurs into your skin, teeth nipping at the kisses he's left behind. you're letting out the tiniest noise, still half asleep - but jake nearly melts at the sound. so embarrassingly gone for you. his thrusts are rough and thoughtless, body shifting until his cock is falling between your cheeks.
his heavy cock slides from your ass to your wet pussy, soft lips wrapping around him. he curses, eyes fluttering as he fucks against you - the tip of his cock hitting against your clit. that's what finally wakes you, a breathy moan falling from your lips as you shift. "...jake?" your voice comes out wrecked with sleep. he's chuckling softly, in slight disbelief of himself - but not enough to stop.
"mmh," he's planting another kiss to your shoulder, hips angling so his cock is dragging against your clit perfectly. "oh my god," you're gasping, legs spreading wider for him. "you woke me up," you complain but it doesn't hold much weight paired with your moan. jake's letting out a soft laugh against your skin, completely unashamed.
"i missed you," he confesses, a hand sneaking up the front of your shirt to take your nipples between his fingers. "you were literally holding me," you giggle, hips moving back to meet his thrusts.
his cock throbs between your legs, threatening to slip past your wanting hole. his thrusts are needy and untimed, the way your pussy drips against him making it easier for him to fuck against you. "wasn't enough," he groans, the honestly in his voice is enough to make your stomach flip.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNGHOON ♡
sunghoon wakes up with a frown. not a real one, just that sleepy, mildly annoyed expression he'd always get when something was interrupting his sleep. most nights its you shifting around beside him every five seconds struggling to get comfortable. tonight, although it's still you - it's something entirely different.
you tried and fail to fall asleep at least fifteen times tonight, but as the hours ticked by you couldn't seem to ignore the ache between your legs. and how hot your boyfriend looked sound asleep wasn't helping either. his sweats riding low on his hips, showing off that carefully worked on v-line, abs on fully display and the fading hickeys you left on his chest on full display.
you wanted him. badly. but he was tired, exhausted even. six rounds would do that to a person. but you couldn't seem to keep your hands to yourself no matter how much you knew he hated being woken up. it started as absentminded strokes against his chest, fingers dipping lower to trace the indents of his stomach. it was close to innocent at one point, until your eyes were landing on the crotch of his sweats and your mind was being flooded with images from hours before.
you're reaching past the waistband before you can think twice about it, hand wrapping around his cock and stroking softly. you feel him harden against your palm, soft groans falling from his lips at your touch. his eyes are fluttering slightly, hips shifting as his gaze finds you. "what are you doing?" he says through a chuckle.
a grin spreads across your features, head tilting to the side to look up at him. "...nothing," something between a laugh and a whimper falls from his lips, his hips lifting to meet the steady pump of your hand. "liar," he sighs, head lulling to the side. he felt like his body was on fire, shaking off the last bits of sleep as pleasure takes over instead.
he's reaching a hand forward to tangle in your hair, "you didn't get enough earlier?" he teases, smiling softly down at you. you're shaking your head quickly, hand moving over his length - your thumb rubbing against his tip whenever you can reach it. he catches the way your thighs press together, hips rolling slowly to create some type of friction. the movements are subtle, but unfortunately sunghoon notices everything.
especially when it comes to you.
his sleepy smile widens slightly, fingers tightening in your hair before tugging your head up toward him. "that desperate, huh?" he glares, jutting his lips out to point at the slow roll of your hips. you glare weakly at him, but your hand never stops moving against him. "don't make fun of me," you pout.
"i'm not," he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. "i'm enjoying myself." his hips lift again on instinct, breath catching quietly as your thumb drags over him just right. his eyes squeeze shut for a second before reopening slower than before, gaze heavy when it settles on you. and his cock twitches in your palm, shocked at how hot you were.
the thin strap of your night gown falling lazily off of your shoulder, pretty nipples peaking against the fabric. the lace presses gently against your soft skin, skirt of your dress all bunched up to reveal the tops of your thighs. and it doesn't help that he can still taste your arousal on his lilps.
suddenly he's no longer sleepy, his need to tease you melting into something warmer. something hungrier. and you barely have a second to react before his hands are reaching for your waist, that familiar look in his eyes as he tugs you body up. "c'mere." he mumbles, guiding you over him until you're straddling his lap properly.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNOO ♡
sunoo is impossible to wake up. you've learned that the hard way. you've tried everything in the months that the two of you been together. shaking his shoulder? nothing. calling his name? barely a twitch. screaming fire as loud as you can? that'd earn you a tired groan as he rolled onto his side.
so your hopes are low when your pressing close against him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck as your thigh hooks over his hip. he's so warm underneath you, chest raising and falling slowly as he slept. you almost feel bad for how hard you're trying to wake him, grinding slowly against his thigh as soft moans slip against his ear. he shifts slightly and that has your heart jumping.
"sunoo," you sigh, pressing down harder against him and moaning a bit louder this time. and to your surprise, his entire body jolts slightly beneath you. "oh my god," he mumbles instantly, still half asleep but the throb between his legs is unmistakeable.
you hide your face against his shoulder, embarrassed now that he's woken up. sunoo blinks slowly into the dark, completely confused at first. but his hands settle on your waist out of habit, brain still trying to process why you're practically in his lap at three in the morning. then you're moving against his leg again and realization settles in.
a sleepy smile spreads across his face immediately. "no way," he whispers, voice wrecked with sleep. "you woke me up because you're horny?" it's hard to mask the disbelief in his tone.
"sunoo," you groan, which he's meeting with the softest laugh. "that's crazy," he murmurs, clearly too pleased by the fact. "you couldn't even sleep?" you shake your head against him, teeth nibbling at his lower lip as your hips roll needily. sunoo's expression melts instantly. he loves seeing you like this. loves knowing you were laying here awake, needy enough to wake him up for help.
you're giggling softly despite the ache that spreads throughout your body. "you're so annoying." he's shrugging, "and you're obsessed with me," the smugness in his tone has you reaching down to pinch his arm, weakly. "ow," he pouts, hands gentle on your waist as his thumbs rub slow circles beneath your shirt while he looks at you with sleepy affection. he's setting his hand on the top of your head, pushing your hair back from your forehead.
"you're so cute right now," he says softly.
your pout matches his. "i'm literally struggling." you groan into his shoulder again, hips rolling for emphasis. sunoo is immediately wrapping both arms around you tighter, "that's the cute part," he laughs, burying his face against your neck with a sleepy sigh. his hands drop slightly until he's able to reach your hips, using his grip to guide your movements. the warmth of your pussy against his thigh pulling a soft moan from his lips.
"mmh. there she is," he mumbles and you're whining out, head tilting to the side. "you're enjoying this too much," you say through a soft gasp, the soft press of his lips against your skin sending a warmth through your body. he laughs and it's the prettiest sound you've ever heard. sucking a trail of wet kisses up your neck until he's able to brush his lips against your ear, whispering. "you woke me up by rubbing your pussy against me, baby. what did you think was going to happen?"
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JUNGWON ♡
it all felt so real. your hands on him. your voice. the way you look at him. how good tasted against his tongue. your lips on his skin. he could feel himself fucking into you, the familiar stretch of your pussy around his cock had precum spilling into you. it felt so real, until reality started to seep in. just as your fingers knit into his hair, lips finding his neck - his eyes are shooting open and he's back in his room.
you're fast asleep beside him, rather than withering and whining below him. one of his hoodies covers your warm body, back pressed against his chest and your legs tangled with his. your hair is a mess, makeup smudged but you still look so pretty. and you smell so good. sweet and warm and all his.
everything about you is so intoxicating that it completely ruins his ability to think rationally right now. especially with how hard he was, cock straining against his shorts. his eyes squeeze shut, trying to calm himself as you shift closer in your sleep - ass pressed firmly against his length. it doesn't work.
a quiet breath falls from his lips, hand sliding over your waist to hold your body tight against his. he can't keep his mind from replaying images of his dream. paired with what he actually knows you look like when he's buried inside of you, it makes falling back asleep nearly impossible. he's fully awake now.
awake and aware of every little detail of you. of how dangerous you were even while asleep. your hair is spread messily across the pillow, skin warm against his greedy hands, lashes long and deerlike. you look so peaceful it almost irritates him, like you have no idea what you do to him. what you're doing now.
his eyes drag slowly over your face, the tiny crease between your brows from sleeping on your side. the way your nose scrunches faintly every few breaths. your lips. plump and pink and prettiest wrapped around his cock. fuck. jungwon swallows thickly, dick seeming to grow harder at the thought.
his hand tightens on your hip, pulling you back more firmly against him without even thinking about it. the tip of his cock nudges against the curve of your ass through the fabric of your clothes and you're letting out a soft sigh in your sleep from the feeling. that nearly kills him. jungwon muffles his grunt by burying his face into the back of your neck, breathing you in and it makes his head feel fuzzy.
"you're actually evil..." he murmurs quietly against your skin.
and in that moment he's deciding enough is enough. he's gentle when shaking you, soft hand on your shoulder as he presses even softer kisses to your back and shoulder. you stir immediately, face twitching as you shift beneath him. "won?" you mumble, eyes squinting while you turn to face him.
jungwon's leaning down to press his lips to yours, hand reaching down to tug at the hem of your shorts. "need you," he mumbles against your lips, pulling back to get a good look at your face. "take these off," you can't help the laugh that breaks through, your fingers easily knitting themselves in his hair.
"you woke me up for that?"
if he feels even the slightest bit embarrassed he doesn't show it, just nods his head simply as he works on tugging your shorts down your legs. "you were all over me in my dream," he mumbles quietly, grinning to himself when you wiggle your hips - allowing your shorts to slip down. "i woke up and needed you all over me for real," his head dips to the side, pressing a line of soft kisses against your skin.
you're giggling at his lame explanation, tilting your head to the side to give his lips more room to roam around your neck. your legs spread easily for him, back arching when the tip of his cock meets your entrance. "well," you sigh, angling your hips in a way that makes it easy for him to slip right in. "let's make your dreams come true then."
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ RIKI ♡ (…burn out loser couple)
riki didn't believe in patience. or overthinking. so when he wakes up wanting you, he doesn't hesitate to act on it. the desperate need hits him all at once the second he opens his eyes and sees you laying beside him in his bed like you belonged there. like you owned it.
your sweater had ridden up sometime through the night, exposing the curve of your waist and the soft skin of your thigh beneath the blanket. you're so warm, that's the first thing he noticed when he was first laying beside you. riki's stare lingers fora second too long, because fuck, you look unreal like this.
sweet lips set in the cutest pout, just begging to be kissed. by him. cute little button nose smushed against his pillow. and he couldn't seem to get over the way you smell. it's a sweet mixture of his cologne and your signature rose scent. it was enough to drive him mad.
"you're kidding," he's muttering under his breath, eyes landing on the bruise just below the collar of your sweatshirt. he reaches out slowly, pushing your shirt out of the way to reveal the hickeys he's successfully sucked into your skin. marking you, claiming you. and that's exactly when he's deciding that he needed you.
instead of trying to go back to sleep like a normal person, he's pulling the blanket up slightly and sliding down the bed until he's able to fit himself between your legs. you don't even stir at first, still sleeping peacefully while he hooks your thighs over his shoulders taking his time with breathing you in.
strong hands squeeze your legs absentmindedly before he's leaning forward, pressing a string of lazy kisses against the damp fabric covering your pussy. his tongue brushes against your folds, darkening the already wet lace. that's what finally gets a reaction out of you. a soft breath falling from your lips as your body twitches slightly beneath him.
the grin that spreads across riki's features is immediate. "rise and shine," he murmurs against your skin, another soft kiss pressed into your panties as his eyes lift to look up at you. your eyes are barely open, confusion written all over your features as you stare down at him. "riki?" he's mouthing at your clothed pussy, only able to muster out a distracted, "mmh?" the sound vibrates against you.
you groan, the sound a mixture of fatigue and pleasure. riki doesn't care which and judging from the way your hips lift to meet his mouth, you don't either. "what time is it?" you're sighing, hand searching for your phone on the bed.
"no idea," riki's words are muffled against you, hands reaching up to hook into the sides of your panties - carefully tugging them down your legs. "i'm horny," he says it like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. and you're letting out a shocked giggle. "and that's my problem?" he ignores the bite in your tone, mouth closing around your clit as his tongue laps against it.
you're gasping, hand shooting down to hold his face to you. "you're lucky i like you," you mumble, hips rolling to match the strokes of his tongue. riki is peeking up, the corner of his mouth lifting into a teasing grin. "you love me," he challenges daring you to tell him otherwise.
you don't because you can't and that's good enough for him. you feel his grin against your thigh as he dips his head back down and you're linking your ankles behind his back, caging him between your legs.
( 양정원 ) ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ control play ⋆ teasing⋆ denial ⋆ fingering ⋆ unresolved tension : 644
──── in which ︵ jungwon calls it “just friends,” right up until his hands are under your shorts and neither of you can pretend anymore.
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you're both under his blanket, same as always. shoulder to shoulder, heat pressed into heat, your leg nudging his every few minutes like it's accidental. the tv is on but muted, nothing but flashing colors spilling across the walls. the rest of the house is quiet—the others asleep down the hall, the fridge humming low, the fan ticking faintly from where it's aimed at the bed. jungwon shifts beside you, one arm tucked under his head, the other draped over your waist like it's casual. like it's nothing.
but his palm is resting low, too low, his thumb brushing lazy circles against the band of your shorts, and you feel the way his breath catches when you don't stop him.
he leans in, voice low and soft and unbothered. "prove we're just friends," he murmurs, like he's offering a dare. "let me touch you. and don't make a sound." your throat tightens, but you don't say anything. you don't nod. you don't pull away either.
he smiles. he always smiles like that when he knows he's winning. slow and smug and quiet, like he's been planning this. his hand dips beneath the blanket, then slips past the waistband of your shorts like he's done it a hundred times before. warm fingers ghost over your pussy, barely grazing, and he hums under his breath when he feels how wet you are already. "fuck," he whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. "you were waiting for this, weren't you?"
his fingers move slow at first, middle and ring dragging through the mess between your legs, gathering it up before circling your clit with practiced precision. you twitch, your breath falters, and his arm tightens around your waist. the pressure is gentle but firm. don't move.
his touch gets meaner—faster, tighter, cruel the way it stays just on the edge of enough—and you're trying so fucking hard to stay quiet. your lips are parted, teeth digging into the inside of your cheek, thighs trembling under the covers. every breath feels dangerous. every shift of his fingers threatens to drag a sound from your throat.
his mouth finds your neck, not to kiss but to taunt. "see?" he murmurs, smug and low, "just friends. good friends let each other do this, right?" he presses down harder, your hips jerk, and you almost choke on the gasp that escapes. barely audible. just air—but it's enough.
his hand stops instantly. he pulls his fingers away like you burned him, leaves them wet against the hem of your shorts as he exhales a sharp breath through his nose. "fuck," he mutters, then laughs—quiet and cruel and so fucking pleased with himself. "you almost made it."
you're panting. your whole body is tense, drawn up tight with the effort of not making a sound, not begging for more. you want to reach down and finish it yourself but you already know he’d stop you. already know he'd grab your wrist and say don't embarrass yourself.
he rolls onto his back beside you, arm tucked behind his head again, body still warm with the weight of what he just did. he's grinning, and you hate how much you want him to touch you again. he turns his head, eyes half-lidded, voice thick with mock sympathy. "you were so close, too. next time maybe don't be so loud."
you swallow hard, still staring up at the ceiling, trying to calm your pulse. you can feel him watching you. waiting to see if you'll beg. he wants it. wants you wrecked and quiet and obedient. but he won't say that.
not when he already got what he wanted. not when you let him touch you. not when you're still throbbing beside him in silence, proving exactly what he already knows.
SYNOPSIS. when your relationship finally falls through ice hockey captain Lee Heeseung finally gets to fall into bed with you after… a while
wc… 3.2k / 3,236
pairings. icehockeycaptain!heeseung x theatre!reader
warnings. themes of a recent breakup, emotional vulnerability, mild angst, alcohol consumption, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), penetrative sex, missionary, riding, doggy style, multiple orgasms, nipple play, Heeseung’s obsessed with readers tits
l’s note // so this is lowkey inspired by allie and dean from off campus bc I finished the series in a day and I’ve been obsessed with them since I read the books in 2024 so yeah! and also heesueng as an ice hockey player is so dada 👅 pls enjoy!
The fight starts the way all your fights with Marcus start — quietly, which is almost worse than if he’d just raise his voice.
You’re standing in his apartment with your coat still on because some part of you knew when you came over that you weren’t staying. He’s sitting on the edge of his desk with his arms folded and his mouth doing the thing where it goes thin and patient.
“I’m not saying it’s not exciting,” he says. “I’m saying it’s worth thinking about practically.”
“I have thought about it practically.”
“Have you? Because an agent doesn’t mean—”
“I know what an agent means, Marcus.”
“I just don’t want you to get your hopes up and then—”
“Then what?” You look at him. Really look at him. “Then what? Say it.”
He exhales through his nose. Measured. Reasonable. “The industry is brutal. Most people don’t make it. That’s not me being mean, that’s just statistics, and I think you deserve someone who’s honest with you about that.”
That word honest lands like something sharp. You think about the agent call, standing outside the campus café with your hand over your mouth trying not to cry in public, how the first person you called was Pen because you needed someone who would just scream with you for a minute before the practical thoughts arrived. You called Marcus second. You wanted him to scream with you too.
He didn’t scream with you.
“I should go,” you say.
“You’re upset.”
“I’m fine.”
“You always say you’re fine when you’re—”
“Marcus.” You pick up your bag. “I’m breaking up with you.”
The silence that follows is the silence of someone who did not see it coming, which tells you something about how differently the last six months have looked from his side versus yours.
“You’re being dramatic,” he says finally.
“Okay.”
“You’ll feel differently when you’ve calmed down.”
“Maybe,” you say, which is the kindest thing you can offer him right now.
“You’ll come back,” he says, and he says it the way someone states a fact — no cruelty in it, just total certainty — and something about that, more than anything else he’s said, makes you absolutely sure that you won’t.
You close his door quietly behind you. You sit in your car for three minutes in the parking lot. Then you drive to Pen’s, and you sit on her kitchen floor, you let yourself feel it for exactly one hour before you get up and make tea and tell her you’ll be fine and you mean it.
Two weeks later you are doing considerably better, by which you mean you have not thought about Marcus in at least four hours when Pen texts you from outside the rink.
Pen: 4-1 we are WINNING
You’re cross-legged on her couch with a script and a highlighter and approximately no intention of moving because you have an audition callback next week and the Sondheim is not going to learn itself. You send back a string of celebration emojis and go back to your lines.
Twenty minutes later your phone rings. Not Pen — Jake, which is unusual enough that you pick up.
“Hey,” you say. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?”
“We are.” His voice has the particular warmth of someone who’s just won something. “Listen, there’s an after party at the house. Jay and I are heading over now. You coming?”
You open your mouth to say no. You have a callback. You have a script. You are a responsible person with priorities.
“Pen’s already going,” Jake adds.
“She didn’t text me.”
“She probably figured you were studying.”
You look at your highlighter. You look at the script. You think about Marcus’s voice saying you’ll come back with total certainty, and you think about how you have been on this couch for six days straight except for class and rehearsal.
“Who’s Jay?” you say.
“Park Jongseong. Defenseman, plays left side. You’d like him, he’s a menace.” A beat. “Good menace.”
“Text me the address,” you say.
You don’t tell Pen you’re coming. This is partly because you want to surprise her and partly because she will ask why you didn’t just come to the game and you don’t have an answer for that. You pull up to the house and it’s already heaving — lights on every floor, bass you can feel from the driveway, the controlled chaos of a team that’s just won something.
Jake meets you at the door with Jay at his shoulder, who is, as advertised, a menace — tall, sharp-eyed, grinning at you like he already knows something.
“So you’re the theatre friend,” Jay says.
“So you’re the left defenseman,” you say back.
“Jake said you’d have a comeback ready.”
“Jake was right.”
Jay laughs, which you decide means he passes, and Jake hands you a drink and steers you inside and you take a long sip and let the party close around you like water.
This is what you’re good at. This — noise and people and the specific relief of being in a room full of strangers who don’t know anything about you. You talk to everyone.
You make a girl you’ve never met laugh so hard she spills her drink and then feels bad about it and then laughs harder. You debate the zombie apocalypse with two of Jake’s teammates and have opinions so specific they go quiet and stare at you before immediately taking your side. You are three drinks in before you clock that you haven’t thought about Marcus or the callback or any of it in over an hour.
You find Pen in the living room and she makes a noise like she’s been electrocuted. “You’re here—”
“Surprise.”
“Jake said you were studying—”
“I was,” you say. “Then I wasn’t.”
She grabs your face between her hands and looks at you the way she does when she’s deciding if you’re okay and you give her your most convincing everything is fine smile and she squints at you for two seconds and then pulls you into a hug.
“I’m glad you came,” she says.
“Me too,” you say, and mostly mean it.
She gets pulled back toward Jake eventually — he finds her across rooms like he’s got a compass pointed at her, which you find both extremely sweet and a little annoying in the way that genuinely lovely things sometimes are — and you drift toward the makeshift dance floor because someone has finally put on something worth moving to and your body has been sitting still for two weeks.
You dance the way you do everything — fully, unselfconsciously. The drinks have done their job and you’re warm and loose and the bass is good and you stop thinking in words for a while. Someone dances near you and then with you briefly and then peels off, and you don’t mind, you keep moving.
Then there’s a different presence behind you. Larger. Certain of itself.
Hands find your hips and you almost turn around and then you don’t, because whoever this is knows what they’re doing — the grip is confident without being grabby, and they fall into your rhythm immediately, like they’ve been watching long enough to know it. The proximity sends something electric up your spine.
You keep dancing. You let him.
His hands pull you back incrementally and you go, and his mouth drops to the curve of your neck — not kissing, just close, breath warm on your skin — and you think: I know who this is. You’ve felt this specific quality of attention before, at games, across kitchens, in hallways.
You turn around.
Lee Heeseung looks at you like you’re the answer to something he’s been working out all night. Up close he’s a lot — dark-eyed and flushed from the win and the heat of the room, watching you like you’re the only person he can see.
“Captain,” you say.
“Theatre kid,” he says back.
You keep dancing, facing him now, and somewhere in the next song his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back and you let it and he is very beautiful and you have decided, in the specific way you make decisions when you’re four drinks in, that you are going to stop pretending this isn’t interesting.
“You weren’t at the game,” he says, mouth close to your ear.
“No.”
“Jake said you might come to the party.”
“Jake is very persuasive.”
“I’ll tell him that. He’ll be insufferable.”
You laugh and his hand tightens at your back, like your laugh does something to him, and then he pulls back enough to look at you and whatever’s on your face makes something shift in his expression — the easy performance of it dropping for just a second.
“Hey,” he says. Quieter. “You okay?”
“Why does everyone keep asking me that.”
“Because you’ve been dancing like you’re trying to outrun something for the last forty minutes.”
You look at him. You’re a performer — you know what it is to be watched by someone who’s actually paying attention, and Heeseung is paying attention, and the accuracy of what he just said lands somewhere under your sternum.
“I broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago,” you say. Surprised to hear yourself say it.
“Yeah?” Waiting. No particular reaction.
“He said I’d come back.” You hold his gaze. “I’m not going back.”
Heeseung looks at you for a moment. “No. You don’t seem like someone who goes back.”
The song changes. You’re barely dancing anymore. His hand is still at the small of your back and you’re close enough to feel the warmth coming off him.
“Heeseung,” you say.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Take me upstairs.”
The room is dim — one lamp in the corner, door shut, the party dropping to a muffled pulse below. He turns to face you and for a second you just look at each other, and then he crosses the space and kisses you.
It’s slow at first. Both hands framing your face, mouth working against yours. You grip the front of his shirt and kiss him back and he makes a low sound against your mouth that you feel in your stomach.
The kiss gets deeper — he tilts your head back and takes the angle he wants and you let him, open for him, tongue sliding against his, messy and warm and real. He pulls back to drag his mouth along your jaw, your throat, and you tip your head to give him room.
“Bed,” you say.
“Yeah,” he says, and walks you back to it.
He sits you on the edge and his hands slide up your sides — slow, deliberate — and stop at your chest. Both of them. Full.
You inhale sharply.
“Fuck,” he breathes, more to himself than you. His thumbs drag over your tits, testing, squeezing, like he’s been thinking about this. “Yeah. I’ve thought about this.”
His grip tightens — not rough, but not gentle either — and then he leans down and kisses you again while his hands work you, thumbs brushing over your nipples through your bra until you arch into him.
“Sensitive?” he murmurs.
You nod.
“Good.”
He pulls your top and bra down and his mouth replaces his hands — warm and open, taking your tit into his mouth, tongue circling your nipple before he sucks, harder than you expected. You gasp, back arching off the mattress. His other hand stays on your other breast, squeezing, rolling your nipple between his fingers, alternating between slow and sharp until you have your hands in his hair and your eyes at the ceiling and absolutely no remaining composure.
“Heeseung—”
“I know,” he says, not looking up. He drags his teeth lightly over your nipple as he pulls away and you shiver. Then he drops to his knees.
He gets your jeans off and pulls you to the edge of the mattress and then his mouth is on your inner thigh and he is in absolutely no hurry. He maps up slowly — open-mouthed, teeth occasionally — and you prop yourself on your elbows and watch him because you are not going to miss this. He glances up and catches you looking and the almost-smile you get is genuinely unfair.
When he finally gets to your pussy it’s without preamble — flat of his tongue, one long stroke, and the breath punches out of you. Then he settles in. He learns you fast: what makes your hips stutter, what makes you grab for him. His tongue works your clit in slow circles and then quick and then slow again, and when he slides two fingers into you and curls them against your walls you make a sound you’re not sorry about.
“There,” you say.
He keeps going there. His mouth stays on your clit and his fingers work that spot and you grab his hair — not directing, just holding on — and you feel it building fast, hot, unstoppable.
“Heeseung—”
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t need you to guide him or recalibrate or any of the things you’ve had to do before — he just reads you and responds and keeps going until your thighs are shaking against his shoulders and you’re coming, your whole body pulling taut and releasing in waves while he works you through every second of it.
He stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and you pull him into a kiss before he’s finished moving.
“Your turn,” you say.
You get his shirt off and run your hands over his chest, his stomach. He’s beautiful and he knows it and somehow right now that’s not annoying. You get his jeans down and wrap your hand around his cock and the sharp intake of breath you get is the most satisfying sound you’ve heard all night. You stroke him slowly, watching his face — the composed expression cracking, jaw tight, eyes darker — and you could do this for a while just for that, but you want him inside you and you’re done waiting.
He rolls a condom on and then he’s between your thighs looking down at you, and you look back, and there’s a second of something real and unperformed before he presses into you.
The breath punches out of both of you.
He goes still, and you feel the stretch of him and grab his shoulder on reflex, and he says low, “good?”
“So good,” you say. “Move.”
He starts slow and deep, each thrust deliberate, his hand sliding back up to your chest — gripping your tits like he can’t help it.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I’m not getting over this.”
He picks up his pace and you feel every stroke of it against your walls and his thumb finds your nipple and works it and the combination makes coherent thought genuinely difficult. He watches your face while he fucks you and you let him look because whatever’s on your face right now is the most honest thing in the room.
He adjusts his angle and hits deeper and your back arches.
“Keep doing that,” you say.
He keeps doing that, harder, his other hand braced to hold you exactly where he wants you, until you cum around him with your nails in his back and he groans at the feeling of it.
You push him onto his back and he goes easy, hands settling at your hips. You sink down onto him and you both exhale. You start moving and his eyes drop to your chest immediately, hands coming up to grip your tits while you ride him, his head tipping back.
“Don’t stop,” he says.
His thumb finds your clit and circles it, perfectly timed with your rhythm, and you don’t last — you cum again with your rhythm breaking and he grips your hips and starts thrusting up into you, chasing it, control slipping.
He flips you without warning. On your stomach, his hand pressing into your lower back, setting the angle.
“Stay,” he says, breath uneven.
You do. And then you push back anyway.
That wrecks him.
“Fuck—” He loses the last of his control, fucking you harder, his voice rough and real and completely unlike the easy composed thing he is everywhere else. He buries himself and comes, body going rigid, and you feel every second of it.
You both go still.
The party thumps somewhere below you. The lamp throws everything amber. He rolls off you and you both lie there and breathe, and then you start laughing — not for any reason, just a release valve, just the sheer absurdity of this night — and after a beat he laughs too, genuine and unguarded, and it makes you like him a little more than you meant to.
“What’s funny,” he says.
“I genuinely don’t know,” you say.
The laughter settles. Ceiling. Quiet.
“How come I’ve never fucked you before?” he says. Conversational.
“I’m more of a relationship girl,” you say. Then you hear yourself say it and something shifts. “Or I was. I’ve been a relationship girl since I was like seventeen and honestly I think that’s the problem. I go from one to the next and I never just — “ you gesture at nothing “— exist. By myself. Without someone who has opinions about my life choices and whether my career is realistic and—” you stop. “Sorry. That was a lot.”
“No,” he says. He’s watching you with that full-beam attention that you’re starting to understand is just how he listens. “Keep going.”
“I just mean I don’t want another relationship right now. I want to have fun. I want to focus on my work and go out and not have to check in with anyone.” You pause. “That probably sounds—”
“Normal?” he says.
“I was going to say selfish.”
“Same thing sometimes.” He’s quiet for a second, easy, unbothered. “So do that.”
“I am,” you say. “I’m doing that.”
“Good.” A beat. Then: “We could help each other out. While you’re doing that.”
You look at him. “No strings?”
“No strings,” he confirms. “You’ve got your thing, I’ve got the season. Neither of us wants anything complicated.”
You look at him for a long moment. He looks back and doesn’t try to sell it, doesn’t push, just lets it sit there as a plain offer, take it or leave it.
You reach for your phone off the nightstand.
Hey, don’t wait up. I’ll see you in the morning x
Pen’s reply comes back in under a minute. A single question mark. You lock your phone and put it face-down and look at Heeseung.
He’s already watching you, and before you can say anything he reaches over and pulls you in by the jaw and kisses you — slow, no urgency, like you’ve got all night, which you do — and you go easily, your hand finding his chest, and that’s the end of the talking.
Sex with Jake while being high pleaseeeeee?? The nastiest one at that...🤩
nasty dog | sim jake
pairing: neighbor!jake x younger!reader (afab)
synopsis: one visit to your friendly neighbor's house with the intention of giving him freshly baked pastries that your mom made took quite a heated turn.
genre: smut
contains: profanity, weed usage, high sex, age gap (jake is 24, reader is 18), unprotected sex, corruption, unethical behavior, morally grey characters, power imbalance
smut warnings: dom!jake x sub!reader, spit play, masturbation (f.), voyeurism, exhibitionism, inexperienced!reader, virginity loss, dirty talk, corruption kink, clitoral stimulation, pussy rubbing, teasing, fingering, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, manhandling, oral (f. & m. receiving), 69, pet names (little girl, sweetie, doll...), reader has a bush (bush girlies rise!), breeding kink, roleplay elements, praise kink, command play, jake loooves tits, both are just needy and vocal
NOT PROOFREAD! (english is not my first language)
MDNI!
Jake was the kind of neighboor everyone loved.
The kind who remembers birthdays without being reminded. The kind who waves first, who carries grocery bags inside without being asked, who laughs easily and listens like whatever you're saying actually matters. The older women on the block adore him. The kids follow him around when he's outside fixing his car. Even your mom softened toward him within weeks of him moving in.
He moved here a few months ago, quiet at first, boxes stacked neatly by the door, sleeves rolled up as he assembled furniture by himself. Twenty-four, living alone, polite to a fault. He smiles with his whole face — a boxy grin, puppy eyes, the kind of expression that makes people feel chosen.
You and Jake have talked before. A plenty of times actually. Over the fence while you were hanging laundry. On the sidewalk when he caught you struggling with grocery bags and insisted on carrying them. Once on his porch when you returned the screwdriver he lent your dad. Easy conversations. Comfortable ones. You laugh at his jokes and he teases you gently about how formal you sound when you speak to him.
"You don't have to call me sir." He said once, grinning. You turned bright red at his words, nodding as you avoided his eyes. He'd liked that.
So when your mom hands you a plate of freshly baked pastries and tells you to take some over to Jake, it doesn't feel unusual. It feels neighborly. Familiar. You straightened your back as you pressed the doorbell, afternoon breeze making your skin prickle with goosebumps.
He answers the door in a loose gray hoodie and sweatpants that hang low on his hips, hair slightly messy like he just woke up from a nap. He blinks at you once, then breaks into that soft, unfair smile. "Hey." He says, smiling like he was expecting you. You grinned sweetly, the cuteness making Jake's smile last longer as his eyes stopped on the plate in your hands—offered and tempting.
"Hi! Sorry to disturb you but mom made some and asked me to bring them over to you." You explain, holding out the plate with both hands. Always both hands. Always careful. Your lively and fresh voice lured a chuckle out of him and the way you grinned made his heart light with joy.
"You're too good to me." He says lightly. His fingers brush yours — not accidental, not entirely deliberate either. Just enough to make your breath hitch. "You're always bringing things over. At this point I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything." You reply quickly, sweet as ever. His smile shifts at that, subtly and slower. "Come in for a minute, for a coffe or something. The cookies I'm baking are almost done too." He offers. "At least let me say thank you properly."
You hesitate — but only for a moment. You've been inside before, just briefly. To drop something off. To borrow something.
It's harmless.
Jake is harmless.
He steps aside, letting you walk in first. You slip off your crocs by the door out of habit, lining them neatly against the wall. The click of the door shutting behind you feels louder than it should. The hallways smelled differently, a mix of cocoa and sugar flowed around the space. "It already smells delicious." You comment, straightening up as you glanced at him. He smiled sweetly. "Just wait till you try them."
His house smells different than yours — less floral, more masculine, now with a hint of tasty cookies. There's low music playing from somewhere deeper inside, something mellow and rhythmic. The living room is tidy but lived-in. A couch that looks too comfortable. A coffee table with a few magazines stacked neatly. The balcony door is slightly cracked open, cool air drifting in, stirring the curtains lazily. You hover near the edge of the room, hands clasped in front of you like you're not sure where to put them.
Jake walks past you toward the kitchen, setting the plate down carefully. His movements are relaxed — like he's completely at ease having you here.
"You can sit, you know." He says gently, glancing at you over his shoulder. "Relax." He moved over to the oven, putting on his glove before opening it and taking the hot pan out. The room filled with the smell of cinnamon and tempting sweetness.
"Okay." You murmured to yourself and moved toward the couch. It sinks slightly under your weight when you sit. Too soft. Too intimate somehow. "What would like to drink?!" Jake's voice boomed off from the kitchen paired with the sound of plates bumping. "Just water please!" You answered back, voice high as your eyes moved over the walls filled with decorations and pictures of his family you would presume.
Jake returns with two glasses of water and a plate of freshly baked cookies, he gave one glass over to you as he set down the plate on the table. His fingers brush yours again — slower this time. He doesn't pull away immediately.
"Thanks for always bringing stuff over." He says, quieter now as he took a seat. "You're… really thoughtful." He flashed you a smile. You shrug, eyes dropping. "It's nothing. My mom just loves sharing."
"Yeah." He hums, studying you and letting out a breathy laugh. "Say thank you to your parents too, they are really amazing." You nod with a sweet and generous smile and take a small sip of water just to do something to avoid the any kind of awkwardness.
Your gaze drifts to the coffee table — and that's when you notice it.
A small tin. A lighter beside it.
Your eyes flick up to him instinctively.
He notices, eyes going wide for a second before he calmly reached for it, like he just remembered it was there. "Oh, sorry..." His fingers reached around the tin. "Should've put that away." He doesn't though. Jake smiled, the tin and the lighter in both of his hands as he held them, his elbows on his thighs rolling the tin as he observed it. You smiled tightly, remotely confused but not wanting to ask any questions as he cutely looked at you, a tight lipped adorable smile on his face.
"Ever tried it?" He asks, like he's asking about coffee, just another casual interaction. You blink. "Tried what?"
His mouth curves faintly.
"Weed."
The word lands heavier than you expect. Oh. You shake your head immediately. "No. I m, mean— I've never." The answer is immediate and honest. You shift a little on the couch. "I mean, I've never… been around it." He nods slowly, watching your face carefully.
"You don't look scandalized." He observes, eyebrow knitting together as he chuckled. "I'm not." You say quickly, then falter. "I just didn't know that's what you meant." A small smile tugs at his mouth.
"Thought I was talking about the cookies?* He teases softly, head nudging toward the plate on the table as he lightly laughed. Your cheeks warmed at that, eyes back on the glass in your lap that you were gripping steady. "Maybe". Noticing the way you retracted and the demeanor seemed to slowly turn awkward he added simply.
"It's not a big deal though." He says, slightly shaking his head. "Just makes things feel lighter. Warmer." His eyes meet yours deliberately as you looked back up. "Sometimes a little more intense." Your stomach tightens at the way he says that.
You glance at the balcony door, slightly cracked open, letting fresh air in. The music hums softly in the background. The room feels warm, safe. You glance toward the hallway. Toward the very real front door behind you.
You should probably go home soon. But you don't stand up.
"Does it make you uncomfortable?" He asks after a moment. You think about it. "No." You admit quietly. "I just don't know anything about it." That shifts something in his expression — interest, maybe. "Never been curious?" He asks, eyes narrowing in a questioning manner. You hesitate this time. "…Maybe a little." The honesty surprises even you. Jake's gaze softens, but there's something darker flickering underneath. Not cruel, just aware. "Curiosity's not a bad thing." He says.
You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to calm your nerves. You wet your lips nervously, eyes flicking to the tin in his hands. "What does it feel like?" You ask, barely above a whisper. His eyes darken just a fraction. "Well." He says slowly, setting the tin down on the table but leaning back onto the armrest of the couch right by his side. "That depends."
"On what?" You ask, trying to sound steadier than you feel. "On the person." His gaze drifts over your face, unhurried. "Some people get giggly. Some get sleepy. Some…" He pauses, thumb brushing over the edge of the tin absentmindedly. "Feel everything more." Your fingers tighten around your glass. "More?" You echo back, waiting for the elaboration. The curiosity now eating you alive. "Touch. Sound. Breathing." His eyes lift to yours again. "It's like the volume's turned up." The music in the background suddenly feels louder. You swallow eyes flicking back to your glass. He notices every little reaction. The way your shoulders pull in. The way your thighs press together when he says touch. Jake but his lip to stop a grin from showing on his face. eyes going over the neat small table. "But…" You start, curiosity tugging at you despite yourself. "Is it bad?"
Jake lets out a quiet laugh. "It's not some scary gateway drug, sweetheart." The nickname slips out so naturally you almost miss it. Almost. "It's just a little high." He says it so easily. Your eyes drift to the balcony door again, the curtain shifting with the breeze. The world outside looks the same as it always does — quiet street, trimmed hedges, nothing scandalous about it.
Inside feels different.
"Have you done it a lot?" You ask, Jake nods once, settling back against the couch, legs spread comfortably, completely at ease. "A few times." Jake could not stop his gaze from drifting to your lap, the way you were clenching the glass, the way your shorts was riding up your thighs, exposing more than necessary without you noticing. Your shallow breathing still somehow steady even if he could see the nerves were pooling in you. His gaze lingers — not subtle now. Watching you. Studying the way your chest rises, the way your lips part slightly when you think too hard.
Silence stretches.
You glance at the tin again then back at him. "So you just… smoke it?" You ask, almost shy. Jake's brows lift slightly. "You're asking a lot of questions for someone who's not interested." He adds, tone light. Your cheeks warm. "I didn't say I wasn't interested."
That makes him pause. He wasn't expecting that. "Oh?" A small smile pulls at his mouth. "So you are?" Your pulse jumps. You hesitate just for a second.
Maybe it's the way he's looking at you. Maybe it's the way the room feels heavier. Maybe it's the fact that you're eighteen and tired of always being the careful one.
"…Maybe." You say, softer. He leans back slightly, studying you in a way that makes your stomach flip. "You wanna try?" He asks, more direct now. Your fingers curl into your shorts for a second before you force them to relax.
"I mean—" You start, nerves tangling your words. "I just… I want to know what it feels like." There's something almost shy about it, not rebellious or reckless, just honest. Jake's expression shifts — not darker, not predatory. Just surprised. Heat rises to your cheeks as you set the glass down carefully on the table, mostly because your hands are starting to betray you.
Silence settles between you again, humming but almost loud. He reaches for the tin again, but doesn't open it yet, just rests his fingers on top of it. "You sure?" He asks, voice lowering and teasing now. "Didn't think you were the rebellious type." You straighten a little at that. "I'm not." You defend quickly.
He hums, unconvinced. "Then what are you?"
You falter. "I just… want to know what it's like." The same words were repeated from earlier, eyes up to meet his. His gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes.
"Curious girls get into trouble." He says lightly. Your breath hitches at his words, a heat crawling up your spine that made you stiffen. "But..." He adds after a beat, softer now. "Only if they want to." Your heart is pounding so loud you're sure he can hear it.
"I want to." You say — quieter than you meant to, but steady. Jake studies you carefully, t there's no rush in him. No impatience. Just control. "You don't have to impress me." He murmurs. "And you don't have to say yes just because you're curious."
"I'm not saying yes because of that." You reply, lifting your chin slightly. "I'm saying yes because I want to try." A slow smile spreads across his face — this time he doesn't hide it. "Alright." He says and opens the tin. The faint earthy scent drifts into the air, mixing with the sweetness of cookies and the cool breeze from the balcony. He doesn't rush. He moves with practiced ease, but there's something deliberate about how unhurried he is. Like he knows you're watching.
Jake prepares it slowly, not looking nervous. Completely composed. He glances up at you while he works, rolling the paper between his fingers, spreading the herbs evenly. "Last chance." He teases gently, bringing up the small soon to be blunt to his smirking lips, letting his tongue wet the end. "Still sure, sweetie?" You watched with attentiveness what he is doing and the way he looked at you as he licked the paper, eyes mischief and teasing, lips curved — it made your breath hitch.
"Yes." You say, eyes flicking to his own. This time, there's no hesitation. Jake leans over to grab the lighter. "Okay." He murmurs and holds your gaze a second longer before bringing the freshly rolled blunt to his lips. The teasing curve of his mouth lingers as he lights it, the small flame briefly illuminating his features.
He inhales slowly, deliberately — not breaking eye contact.
You watch the way his chest rises. The way his shoulders relax as he pulls the smoke in. The way he tilts his head slightly, holding it for a moment before exhaling toward the open balcony door. The smoke drifts lazily into the air, curling in the warm light.
He looks… completely at ease.
"Okay. " He murmurs, voice just a touch lower now. "Come here." You hesitate only a second before shifting closer on the couch. Not enough to touch him fully — but close enough that your knees almost brush. He notices that too. "You ever smoked anything before?" He asks lightly.
You shake your head. "Alright." His tone softens, more instructive now, less teasing. "Don't overthink it. Just breathe in slow. Not too hard." He brings it toward you but doesn't let go yet. "Here." H says quietly. "Hold it like this."
His fingers guide yours — warm, steady — adjusting how you grip it. The contact is brief but deliberate enough to make your pulse skip. "Relax your shoulders." He adds. You didn't realize they were tense. He lifts it slightly toward your lips. "Slow breath. Just a little." Your heart is pounding. You lean forward carefully, inhaling like he told you to.
It's harsher than you expected. You cough almost immediately. Jake laughs softly, not mocking, just amused and sets the blunt aside for a second. "Easy." He murmurs, his hand coming to rest lightly between your shoulder blades. "Told you not to pull too hard." Your eyes water slightly as you try to recover, embarrassed.
"I did exactly what you said." You mumble. "I know." He smiles, thumb brushing once, absentmindedly, against your back before pulling his hand away. "First time's always like that." You glance at him, trying to gauge whether he's teasing again. He isn't. Not fully.
"Try again." He says gently. "Smaller this time." You nod, still a little flustered. He hands it back to you, watching closely. This time you inhale more carefully — slower, controlled. It's still unfamiliar, but you don't cough. "Good. " He says quietly. The praise lands somewhere warm in your chest. You hand it back to him without realizing how close you've leaned in. He takes another slow pull, then passes it back.
The exchange becomes easier the second time. Less awkward as the high started creeping in, light and still not fully there. You shift slightly on the couch. Jake studies you. "How do you feel?" He asks. You blink, trying to focus on the question. "Warm." You admit after a moment. "Kind of… floaty?" A small, satisfied smile curves his lips. "Yeah..." he says. "That's normal."
Your limbs feel heavier, but not unpleasant. The room seems softer somehow. The air thicker. Your gaze drifts to his face — and stays there longer than it usually would. He notices. "You're staring," he says lightly. You don't look away this time. "Everything does feel louder." You murmur, almost to yourself. His eyes darken slightly at that. "Yeah?" He asks, bringing the blunt up to his lips, still not high. He inhaled, eyes stuck to your lidded eyes, the way they moved over the room as you leaned back against the couch.
"If you don't feel well you need to tell me." He spoke as the herbal smoke escaped his parted lips, the high getting to his head gradually. His head felt slightly lighter, back meeting the couch rest bringing the ashtray between your two. Your attention moved back to him, vision fuzzy at the edges as your gaze moved to his hand on his thigh. The blunt burning between his long slender fingers and smoke curling in the air.
Before you knew it, you reached for it — fingers eagerly and clumsily taking the burning rolled paper. "Woah, easy." He smiled at that, a lighthearted laugh escaping him, fingers trying to steadily transfer the burning blunt to you. Jake felt like he was floating, eyes slowly turning red and eyelids dropping. His face felt relaxed, the smile on his face heavy.
He watched you inhale it, slow and steady, eager for the lightness that was flooding your senses. And just like that the room was already full of thick, swirling smoke, the air hazy around the soft glow of the lamp. Your head buzzed almost immediately.
Not dizzy — just… warmer.
Soft.
The edges of everything felt slightly blurred, like the world had been turned down a notch and wrapped in velvet. When you exhaled, the smoke drifted slowly between the two of you, curling lazily toward the ceiling. Jake leaned back into the couch, watching you with a slow grin. "Careful." He murmured. "You went in pretty confident for someone who said they've barely done this."
You coughed once still getting used to the feeling, waving a hand through the smoke, laughing a little breathlessly. "Okay, maybe I underestimated it."
"Just a little?" He teased.
You handed the blunt back, your fingers brushing his for a second longer than necessary. The contact felt strangely noticeable, like your skin had suddenly become aware of everything. Jake took another drag, shoulders sinking into the couch as he exhaled slowly. His eyes were half-lidded now, a faint redness spreading through them. He looked relaxed in a way that made everything about him seem slower, easier.
The music hummed quietly in the background.
Time started slipping. At some point you both stopped keeping track of how long you’d been sitting there.
The blunt had burned down to nothing in the ashtray, and the room smelled faintly sweet and smoky. The high had settled in completely now — heavy, warm, almost weightless.
You had shifted positions without even realizing it.
Now you were sitting sideways on the couch, your legs pulled up comfortably beneath you, one knee tucked under the other as you leaned into the cushions. Your hair had fallen loosely around your face, and every now and then you pushed it back while laughing. Jake sat beside you, one arm draped along the back of the couch, his posture relaxed and easy.
The two of you had drifted into the kind of random conversation that only happened when you were high. "…No way." You said through a laugh, shaking your head. "You're telling me you actually tried to microwave ramen in a coffee maker?"
"It worked." Jake insisted lazily. You laughed again, the sound light and loose. "It absolutely did not work."
"It worked enough." He said, grinning. "You would be surprised what you can do when you're desperate and it's two in the morning." The laughter faded into a comfortable quiet. Jake huffed out a breath, a hand coming up to his hoodie collar, tugging at it. The air felt too suffocating and warm, the breeze from the open door not doing much. "It's hot in here..." He murmured to himself, hands already taking the grey thick fabric off him. He run a hand through his hair, taming it just a tab bit before he straightened the white shirt that he is left in.
Jake placed the hoodie neatly on the arm rest, feeling the sudden relief. You on the other hand were stuck in place, gaze following his every movement. Too lost. Too high. So fixed on his figure that the way his shirt went up exposing his lower abdomen as he took the hoodie off is left engraved. The way his hand ran through the messy hair, trying to subdue the disheveled strands made you almost evidently gulp.
Jake was attractive. That was no secret. From the way the older ladies in the neighborhood treated him, from the way younger kids always stop and stare at him a second too long before getting shy. Even older men never missed a chance to start a conversation with him, always trying to make sure he knew they had daughters who are single by the end of their conversations.
But he was always sweet, a little too kind and cute. Laughing everything off, nodding shyly and just simply being respectful. And that's what people liked about him. That's what made everyone adore him.
You on the other hand, did think so too. He was just every girls dream. Hot, handsome, living alone at just twenty-four, hardworking. Could you ask for something more, really? But the age. The age was something that really made you step back into your lane. The reality crushing down everytime you were stuck staring at him over your fence, images flashing through your mind.
Your family did tease you, all the way to your younger brother. Making jokes about you and him being together, how he is a great a catch. And it was annoying. It was agonizingly annoying hearing the overused plethoras of these words. You would only roll your eyes and just simply say he was too old for you. He could almost be your uncle. Really.
But still there was no denying. He was awfully, excruciatingly sexy.
Jake leaned forward, reaching toward the coffee table where a plate of cookies sat forgotten. His hand came into the warm light of the lamp as he grabbed one. You watched his fingers without realizing it.
Long fingers.
Veins running along the back of his hand and wrist. The movement was slow and unhurried as he brought the cookie up and took a bite. You blinked, gaze stuck to the way the silver bracelet hugged his wrist, dangling from his arm. Your brain felt like it lagged half a second behind what your eyes were seeing.
Jake chewed casually, completely unaware of the small spiral of thoughts that had suddenly started in your head. The low music flowed in the background, his head light and face smiley as he grabbed his phone from the table after it buzzed. A group chat spammed with random messages a she opened the chat eyes skimming over the unrelevant chats. He took another bite of the cookie, chewing lazily, his jaw feeling a little too heavy with each bite. Your eyes were still stuck to his face, his side profile as the bright phone screen illuminated his sharp but still soft features. He looked perfect.
But suddenly, he glanced at you, lidded eyes meeting yours just for a second before they were back on the phone. You almost evidently jolted at the sudden eye contact, the way he catches you staring but said nothing. You cleared your throat. "So... Is it hard to work from home?" A random question about his graphic designing. Just to ease the sudden tenseness you felt even if your body surrendered to the relaxation a long time ago.
He smiled, not looking up at you, fingers working over his keyboard as he typed a response to his friends. "Well actually no..." He answered, eyes still on the phone. "I get to manage my time on my own, clients are the only thing the company assigns me but yeah..." He glanced at you, taking the last bite of the cookie as he still typed away on the phone. Your eyes drifted all over him again — not just his hands this time, but the relaxed way he was leaning on his thighs, veiny forearms supporting him, the lazy curve of his smile, the faint redness in his eyes.
Everything about him looked softer. Slower.
Your curiosity bubbled up again, the same one that had been creeping around your thoughts for the past hour. Before you could overthink it, the question slipped out. "Jake?"
"Yeah?" He said, brushing crumbs from his fingers. You hesitated for a moment, suddenly aware of how random it might sound. "Are you… seeing someone?" He looked at you, not surprised just curious. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. His eyes lingered on your face a little longer than usual, flicking down your figure before he answered.
"Why?" He asked lightly. "You doing a background check on me?" You laughed nervously and shook your head. "No. I was just… wondering." Wondering because you never saw him bring any women over. Because the only people that ever visited him were his parents now and then and his group of friends.
His eyes locked onto yours, something dark and tempting behind them before he answered. "No. Not right now." His phone buzzed, eyes glued themselves to the screen again. "I broke up with my ex right before I moved here. Had some flings here and there but nothing serious." His voice was flat, too immersed into the small bright box in his hands. You nodded, more to yourself as you glanced onto the small table. You rubbed your calve up and down, the sudden quiet that took place was awkward. Before...
"What about you?"
His voice made you snap your head toward him. Jake finally locked his phone and set it down on the table. The small screen went dark as he leaned back into the couch, stretching one arm along the backrest. His attention shifted completely to you now, heavy-lidded eyes studying your face with a calm, curious focus. The sudden attention made your stomach tighten.
"Me?" You repeated quietly. "Yeah." He shrugged a little, relaxed. "You asked first." You looked down at your hands, suddenly very aware of them resting awkwardly on your knee. The high was still humming through your body, soft and warm, but now it made you feel strangely exposed under his gaze. "I'm… not seeing anyone either." You said.
Jake hummed softly, watching you. "No boyfriend?" You shook your head. "Not really." His eyebrow lifted slightly. "Not really?" You hesitated, feeling heat creep up your neck. "There was...someone I liked." You admitted, feeling like a little kid at the simple talk of childish crushes to a grown man. "In school. We still have some classes together." Jake tilted his head, watching you carefully now.
"But it wasn't anything serious." You added quickly. "We just talked a lot. Sat together sometimes. I thought maybe he liked me too but…" You gave a small embarrassed shrug. "Nothing ever actually happened."
Jake's eyes stayed on you. "That's it?" He asked slowly. You nodded. "Yeah."
He leaned back further into the couch, hands resting on his thighs while he slammed down the leather. His gaze drifted down for a moment — over the way you were curled on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you, the nervous motion of your fingers rubbing along your calf. "You're eighteen, right?" He asked.
"Yeah." A quiet breath left him. "Huh."
You glanced up, scanning his side profile as his head was leaned back onto the couch, tired and red eyes staring at the ceiling.
"What?" Your voice was quiet and unsure. Embarrased. He shook his head slightly, a faint, almost amused smile tugging at his mouth.
"Nothing." He said. "Just… surprising."
"Why?" You gulped, eyes unconsciously running over his hand in his lap, his spread thighs and the way the sweatpants hugged his pelvis. The bulge that was right there making you gulp, you thighs pressing slightly. Jake's eyes returned to yours, darker now in the dim light making your eyes flick up to his.
"I don't know." He said slowly. "Most people your age have a little more… going on."
Your cheeks warmed instantly.
"I guess I'm just… slow with that stuff." You murmured. He didn't answer right away. His gaze drifted over you again, slower this time — the high making his focus heavier, more lingering than he probably meant it to be. The way you were sitting curled up on the couch, your shorts shifting slightly over your thighs as you adjusted your legs. The nervous movement of your hands. The faint pink in your cheeks. You shifted under the attention without meaning to. Your knee moved slightly, your foot sliding against the cushion as if you were trying to get comfortable, but it only made you more aware of how closely he was watching.
Jake noticed. His jaw tightened just slightly before he looked back at your face. There was something very unguarded about you.
He cleared his throat lightly. "Well." He said, voice casual again. "You're eighteen. That's the perfect age to enjoy it."
"Enjoy what?" You asked, confused.
"Life." He said simply. "Meeting people. Dating. Figuring out what you like." His eyes flicked back to your face, then down briefly again before returning. "You should enjoy that stage." You shifted slightly on the couch, suddenly very aware of how you were sitting and the way his eyes went over your body. And you hated the way the unfamiliar warmth started burning in the low of your stomach.
"I guess." You said quietly. Unsure. Eyes
Jake watched you for another moment, something thoughtful settling in his expression. He raised his head from the cozy couch. "Can I ask you something?" He said. Your shoulders tensed slightly, eyes flicking to his intimidating gaze. You nodded, not finding the courage to use your words since the high was at its peak, hitting your head with a force so invisible but still present. Your head felt heavy, eyes were burning red and lidded. Your limbs felt heavy, everything seemed to turn up a notch. His presence seemed to overwhelm you more, the masculine aura making you trace his figure shamelessly.
His voice stayed casual, but his eyes stayed fixed on you. "Have you ever… done anything with someone?" The question hung in the air.Your brain understood what he meant almost instantly, rimmed red eyes moving up to his own as you licked your lips.
"No." You said quickly. Jake blinked. "No?"
You shook your head as you let it fall on the couch, eyes still stuck to his.
"No."
He leaned back slightly, studying you more carefully now and still trying to process everything. "You mean… like nothing?" He asked. You shifted again, embarrassment evaporating the more the weed in your system flowed. "I mean… no." You said quietly. "Not really."
For a moment he just stared at you. His eyes flicked over you again — slower this time. Not in an obvious way, but enough that the high made him notice things he hadn't earlier. The way your neck streched as you gazed at him, the way you kept carresing your calf, eyes a little too lost on him.
He never failed to noticed your eyes flicking down to his sweats, where the bulge of his soft cock portruded. It made him shift his hips against the couch, the sudden rush of blood to his pelvis alarming him. He teared his gaze from you, quickly dancing around the small table. "That's okay. You are still young, there's time for everything even if you take it slow."
He added, trying to ease the tension that seemed to suffocate the air. He tried to erase the image of you, in ways he should never think of. Not when you are that younger than him, still in high school. Not when you are the daughter of the neighbors right next door.
But fuck, did actually exactly those things get him going.
He could still feel your eyes on him as he reached forward, grabbing the glass of water before he took a sip. He needed to cool off. Immediately. His cock threatening to evidently form a tent inside his briefs. The cold water did almost nothing.
The room still felt thick — smoke hanging lazily in the warm air, music humming quietly from somewhere behind you both. His pulse hadn't slowed either. Jake set the glass down again and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head.
You were still watching him.
Curled into the couch with your legs tucked under you, head tilted slightly, eyes heavy and red-rimmed from the high. The way you looked at him now wasn't the same as earlier. There was curiosity there, yes — but something else too. Something softer. Bolder.
It made his stomach tighten.
Your fingers traced slowly along your calf again, absentminded, and the movement pulled his eyes down before he could stop himself. You noticed that too. A quiet little spark lit in your chest. The weed had melted most of your nervousness away, leaving behind something warm and daring that you normally wouldn't let yourself feel.
"You said I should enjoy being eighteen." You said softly. Jake glanced up at you again.
"Yeah..." He said cautiously and your head tilted slightly. "What if I want to start doing that now?"
The question made him pause. His eyes searched your face like he was trying to figure out if you even realized what you were implying. His elbows dug harder into his knees, eyes stuck on you. You shifted closer on the couch without really thinking about it.
The cushion dipped slightly between you.Your gaze dropped for a moment, then slowly lifted again, tracing his face. His jaw, his mouth, the faint tension in his shoulders. "You look different when you're high." You said quietly. "Oh yeah?" Jake asked, eyebrow raising. You hummed in response, the sound a little too low and sensual. "Your eyes get heavier."
He smirked faintly. "That's the weed."
"And you look at me more." You added. That made him go still. The silence stretched between you again. Then, almost without thinking, you leaned forward slightly, just enough to close some of the space between you.
Jake's breath slowed.
"You shouldn't be doing this." He said quietly, still leaned onto his knees, eyes flicking to your mouth and knees that were on the edge of the couch. But he didn't move away. Your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it. But the warmth of the high and the pull of his gaze made it impossible to back down now. "Doing what?" Ypu whispered. Jake looked at you like he already knew exactly where this was going. Your eyes flicked to his mouth, then back to his eyes. The moment stretched.
One second. Two.
Your courage wavered for just a moment — but then you leaned forward the rest of the way and pressed your lips softly against his. It was clumsy, gentle. And very, very brief.
When you pulled back, your face was flushed but your eyes were still on him. For a second Jake didn't move at all. Then he exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. "Y/N..." He muttered under his breath. His eyes returned to yours again, darker now.
"You just said you've never done anything with anyone..." He said. Your shoulders lifted slightly in a shy little shrug. "I haven't." A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. "Until now."
Jake stared at you. Something about the way you said it, innocent but bold at the same time, made the tension in the room snap tighter instead of breaking. You leaned a little closer again, your knee brushing his thigh this time, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jake's eyes glanced down your bare legs, shorts lost under the shirt.
Fuck it.
He pressed his lips against yours,head tilting as he let out a low moan. You were taken aback, the sudden harshness of his lips making you panic for a second.
You didn't know how to kiss.
"Relax, let me take the lead and just copy me." He pulled back just enough to speak before his lips were again onto yours. His hand found your waist, slowing down his lips and letting your get used to the feel. "Just like that." He pulled back again, breath brushing your wet lips before you pressed them again. Jakes back met the cushion of the couchrest, adjusting his hips against the sofa. You were on your knees kissing him eagerly as you got your pace on. The smacks and smooches of your hungry mouth were fueling. You moaned against his mouth, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable.
Jake still had you by his side, one hand around your waist as he angled his head up, chin tipping to meet your mouth that hovered over his. Your kisses were clumsy but eager now, lips soft and warm against his. Each time you leaned down, trying to follow the rhythm he had shown you moments ago, Jake answered with a slower, deeper kiss that made your stomach tighten. The quiet sounds of it — soft breaths, the brush of lips, the faint smacks as you tried to keep up filled the small space between you.
You pulled back just enough to breathe, chest rising quickly, your lips slightly swollen and damp. Jake's hand tightened a little at your waist as he looked up at you. His eyes lingered on your face first — the flush spreading across your cheeks, the way your lips stayed parted as you caught your breath — before they drifted lower for a second, taking in the way you were kneeling beside him on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you. "Easy…" He murmured, voice low and rough, though he didn't push you away.
His thumb brushed slowly along your side through the thin fabric of your shirt, and the simple touch made you shiver. Jake noticed the reaction immediately. His gaze sharpened slightly, a darker curiosity settling in as he leaned his head back against the couch cushion, still looking up at you. "You're really new to this, aren't you?" He said quietly, his hot breath brushing your face. You hesitated for a moment, fingers still curled loosely into the fabric of his shirt, then nodded. The admission made your cheeks warm again, but the haze of the high softened the embarrassment, leaving only a nervous flutter in your chest.
Jake let out a slow breath through his nose. His eyes dropped briefly, following the line of your legs, the way the oversized shirt you wore had shifted while you moved, barely hiding the shorts underneath. When his gaze lifted again, it settled back on your face.
"Have you ever touched yourself?" He asked quietly, voice dark and sharp. The question sent a sudden wave of heat through you. Your eyes dropped almost instantly, landing somewhere near the collar of his shirt. You shook your head slowly, the movement small and shy.
"No." You murmured. Jake went very still beneath you. For a moment he simply stared, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and disbelief. Then he leaned his head back against the couch and dragged a hand slowly down his face.
"Fuck…" He muttered under his breath, his cock throbbing violently with each passing second. When his hand fell away, he looked at you again — longer this time, his gaze lingering over your flushed face, the way you were still kneeling beside him, your hand resting uncertainly on his shoulder as he held your waist.
"You're serious." He said quietly, voice strained as if he is afraid what your honest answer would do him. Because he was certain you weren't lying.
You nodded again, glancing down at your hands as they fidgeted lightly with the fabric of his shirt. And his body experienced a sudden rush of adrenaline, his shoulders almost evidently shuddered under your hand as he closed his eyes. "I just… never really thought about it." You admitted softly.
Jake opened his heavy red eyes staring at you for a moment, jaw tightening just slightly. Something about the way you said it, so honest and unaware, made him exhale slowly. He looked divine. Pretty even. His dark slightly longer hair falling over his eyes. His red cheeks and plump swollen lips. It made you bite your lip. And your eyes flicked down. Down to his tent that hardened with every passing minute he spent by your side.
"God…" He murmured again, almost to himself when he captured everything. And he crashed your lips again, pulling you so hard you feel onto his side, one hand clutching his shoulder and the other fisting the shirt at his chest. He moaned against you, your lips a drug that he couldnt get enough off. And the way you were struggling to catch up with him made his hips raise, thrusting into the air from the desperation.
"Take your shorts and panties off. Now." He sternly spoke against your lips. "And sit back and spread your legs for me." You nodded, trying to collect yourself from his savage kisses just a second ago. Quickly you straightened yourself, hands hastily unzipping your shorts before pulling it down your legs together with your underwear. Jake watched every move, the way the short glided down your legs and you threw it down, the way you moved back, pushing yourself away before you slowly but certainly spread your legs.
And Jake's throat constricted, a sharp inhale as he took in your form.
You were leaned back, supporting yourself by your arms against the couch, legs bent at your knees as you shyly pulled them apart. Jake's eyes sucked everything in but saw the little hesitation. "Don't be shy..." He said softly, eyes flicking up to yours giving you a nod, a connection you needed in this moment.
The mere look of his puppy eyes, giving you reassurance was enough. And you spread them further, knees closer to you, feet planting onto the cushion. He was stunned, another sharp inhale followed. His eyes danced over your thighs before it reached the center. His gaze went over your pubic hair, over your drooling lips that spilled the sticky essence onto the hairy lips.
His dick twitched.
"Shit." He muttered to himself, lips slightly parting as he let his head back onto the couch. You stood there, spread open for his eyes, observing the way he ate you with his stare. The way his chest moved deeper, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. Jake's hand moved down, resting onto his bulge, palm feeling the heaviness and the sensitivity over the fabric. But he just let it rest there, eyes glued to your drooling pussy and the sticky bush.
Already this wet, just from kissing. Of course you are.
Fucking virgin.
"Jake..." You called out to him, eyes searching for his. His eyes flicked up to yours. The worried expression on your face had him inhaling. "Touch yourself." He spoke firmly.
"I—I don't kno—"
"Bring your fingers over to your lips." He cut you off, hungry and rough. His chest heavied, following your unsure moves. You hesitantly brought your hand down, fingers hovering uncertainly in the air for a moment before you slowly followed his instruction. "Find your clit." His voice vibrated in the tight air, your eyes moved down to your mound, the hair rough against your fingertips as you slid them between your folds. Arousal coated them right away, the warmth of your folds swallowing the fingertips too much. You hissed at the new feeling.
"Higher..." You moved them back, higher, and when you found the small bud you — pressed it. A moan escaped you, eyes going tight shut at the new overwhelming sensation. Jake didn't look away.
His eyes followed every small movement you made, heavy and fixed on you as if he didn't want to miss a single second of it. The earlier teasing had faded from his face, replaced with something more focused — something darker and intent. The hand resting over the front of his sweats stayed there, fingers flexing slightly against the fabric as he watched. "That's it... Rub it in circles. Slow." He breathes out, his senses narrowing down to just feeling and the image of you spread by his side.
Your breathing had already grown shallow, chest rising and falling quicker than before as the warmth between your legs pulsed in quiet waves. Your fingers moved cautiously, almost timidly at first, a pant left your parted lips. You glanced up at him again, searching his face for reassurance. His gaze, immediately lifted to meet yours, and the intensity of it made your stomach twist.
"That's it." He said softly, nodding once. "Just… like that."
The simple encouragement steadied you. Your shoulders relaxed a fraction, though your cheeks were still flushed and your breathing uneven. You dragged your finger over the pulsing bud with steady rhythm, the arousal burning tight. You watched the way your arousal spread the more you rubbed, coating your hair, feeling it ooze out of your entrance sliding down your asscheeks and right onto the Jake's couch. You were so wet.
The feeling was strange. Strange but taunting, pulling your fingers to move on their own as you slightly sped up. A moan escaped you, the ticklish pleasure shooting up your spine as you teased yourself.
The moment felt strangely suspended — the low music somewhere behind you, the lingering haze in the room, and Jake watching you like nothing else existed.
He leaned his head back slightly against the couch again, eyes never leaving you. A quiet curse slipped under his breath when you shifted your legs a little wider without thinking, trying to follow the feeling growing in your body. He couldn’t contain himself anymore, his hand dipped into the waistbands, entering the confiments of his boxers. His raging cock already painfully hard. Throbbing and begging for a touch, for the fist of his hand.
His fingers wrapped around himself, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "You see?" He murmured. "You're already figuring it out, doll."
The nickname rolled of his tongue so easily and so usual for him. But for you — it sent you shuddering. Body reacting on its own as your hole clenched around nothing. His gaze catches that, his hand already moving up and down his pulsing length, coating it with his warm precum. "Am I doing it right?" You asked quietly, voice breathy and needy as your fingers kept their pace, rubbing your clit desperately.
Jake let out a slow breath through his nose, his jaw tightening for a moment before he answered, hand sqeezing his tip for a brief moment. So hungry for praise aren't you. "So so right sweetie. Fuck—" His voice broke off into a strained breath as he watched you. The sight by him had something dark flashing through his eyes, his chest rising deeper as watched the way your folds engulfed your fingertips, the way your arousal stuck to your hair.
Your fingers kept moving, the strange but growing warmth between your legs making you shift on the couch, hips chasing your own fingers. Another small sound escaped you, half surprise, half something deeper you didn't quite understand yet. The feeling was different now — sharper, more insistent.
Jake watched the change in your expression immediately. You are pushing yourself close to the orgasm.His hand stilled for a moment before moving again, slower now, gliding deliberately against his cock, eyes locked on your face as if he were reading every reaction.
"You feel that?" He asked quietly, hand sticky and slimy as it moved under his briefs.
You nodded quickly, breath hitching and eyes moving over to his sweats. The evident move of his hand against his length made you grind your hips again.
"It's… weird." You admitted softly, barely uttering it out as your fingers slowed down again. "But… good."
He huffed out a faint laugh under his breath, shaking his head slightly. "Yeah..." His lidded eyes flicked down to the mess you made. Your hand faltered for a moment, your brows knitting together as you tried to understand the new sensations building. Jake noticed instantly. "Stop."
You didn't, you closed your eyes, a moan slipping. "I-I can't! Ah..." You cried out, fingers putting more pressure with each tight circle. "I said stop." He repeated, and this time you did. With a whine you made your fingers stop. Your felt the arousal all over your hand, sticky and messy as it covered your fingers. New fluid and texture making you slightly spread them, feeling the arousal stretch and snap.
You panted, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. Jake's hand moved slowly up and down his cock prolonging the pleasure. Here and now delivering a squeeze to his tip that made him hiss and gasp. "Put a finger inside." He commanded sternly. And you did. Your middle finger dug into your puffy folds, making you gasp as you moved it down. Lower. Until you felt the dip of your entrance under the fingertip. You gulped, head dizzy and already light from all the smoke in the room. Your heat burned with desire, and when hesitation rose in you, fear, you still pushed the finger.
You groaned at the sudden stretch, pushing until the first knuckle. Just first. It glided with ease. But all of a sudden it felt like your walls did not want to let you move deeper. You moaned, shallowly thrusting nonstop. At an attempt to relax, to push through. But you just couldn't. Was it the tense walls, or perhaps the unconscious that was anxious about registering the new experience.
"Jake—" You tried again to push further. It hurt. "Jake I can't..." You were a moaning mess, thrusting barely the tip of your finger inside your pulsing heat. Your hips raised, tried to swallow your finger but still nothing. Jake was too busy fucking his fist slowly and sensually, moans escaping his parted lips as he was in his own world, eyes stuck to the way you tried to fuck your hand.
"You can't what?" He spoke low and strained. Voice whiny as he felt his mess spread and spread under the fabric as he was tugging at his length. "I—I need you!" You whined out, the tip of your finger teasing your clenched hole with shallow thrusts. Your thighs quievered, head tipping back as you couldn't take it — the overwhelming want to feel something against your walls, everything but your own fingers.
For a moment Jake just stared at you. Then he cursed quietly under his breath, dragging his free hand over his face before leaning his head against the couch, facing the ceiling. "Jesus…" His gaze swept over you again, slower this time, heavier, stopping a second longer on your attempts to push the finger inside. "You're going to drive me insane." He muttered, hand stopping all the movement on his cock but is resting at the base. Knowing he would need it again.
You shifted uncertainly under his stare, clearly not sure what he wanted from you, lips parted as the shallow thrusts slowed down. Jake watched you struggle for another second before he finally gestured sharply with his hand.
"Come here."
The command made your head snap up. You moved without thinking, sliding across the couch toward him until you were within reach again, your breathing still uneven. You let your arms support you, leaning back against them as your legs hesitated to spread, not knowing what to do. His free hand grazed your calf. "Spread them, princess."
You almost moaned out at the nickname, your jaw going slack as you spread your legs again eyes scanning him hungrily. One ended up on his knee, as the other was tucked right by his side and the couch. "Shirt off." Your hands automatically grabbed the hem of your baggy old shirt, pulling it over your head as you threw it on the floor, leaving you in your bra.
Jake's eyes scanned your naked upper body. Eyes nestling onto your breasts. Breasts covered by your bra. He bit his lip, eyes traveling all over you decollete as his hand went over your pulsing pussy and up your stomach. Fingers grazing the hot skin before he cupped one of your breasts. You stared at his expressions, noting down every slight change. His brows furrowed, palm sqeezing it harshly and roughly making you gasp. Your chest pushing out, arching into the touch. He kneaded it, eyes stuck to the flesh that threatened to spill from the firm cup. "Yes, fuck..." He moaned under his breath, hand in his underwear sqeezing the base of his cock, imaging the way it would feel if he fucked your tits. The warm, squishy flesh engulfing his leaking dick, letting it glide all over your chest.
He let out a hiss after one more squeeze around his girth. You let out a whine, hips raising from the couch, in search of something. Jake's eyes were still fixed on your chest as he kneaded until his fingers hooked into the bra cup — pulling it down and letting your tit spill out.
You moaned, eyes moving down to look at your naked exposed breast. Nipple stood hard and erect, sensitive to the air itself. Jake's hand was quick to flick it with his thumb, balancing it over the peak as he teased it. "Ah—yes please!" You moaned out, eyes never leaving the way he rolled your sensitive bud.
Jake finally let go of your nipple, hand moving over to his lips eyes stuck to yours. And he let his mouth engulfed two of his long digits. He sucked them delightfully, tongue going over them as he hollowed his cheeks, thrusting them in and out. Your breath hitched, muscles already trembling and aching. He coated them expertly with his spit, pulling them out and letting them glide out from his plump lips. They glistened under the lights. He spat on them, making sure they are wet and warm before he finally lowered them between your legs. To your most sensitive skin.
You felt the back of his middle finger caress your puffy slit, going up and down collecting the arousal that never seemed to stop coming. You bucked into his hand, a sharp inhale followed. Jake's eyes danced over your pulsing and hairy heat, and it made him hiss. Especially when he grazed your rough hairs, the sudden contrast to your soft and sensitive folds that drooled all over his finger.
"You are so pretty, sweetheart." He murmured, peering down at your gaping entrance before his digit prodded at it. You held your breath, stomach tightening as you felt his bigger finger enter you slowly. "Relax..." He said softly again, eyes searching for yours before he continued to push further against your walls. He felt you clamp down on him, sucking him in but still quite tensed. He pulled back slightly before thrusting repeatedly into your sopping hole, trying to relax you — to get you used to the feeling.
And you gasped. When you felt him thrust into you, wetness still sipping out of you like a fucking faucet, you tipped your head back. Jake pushed in further, feeling you pull him in with each move of his. The way he filled you up made you buck into his hand, urging him to push it all the way in. And he did. He pushed his finger all the way and you gasped. The sudden feeling new and extraordinary. But so good. He started by steadily stretching you with just one digit, eyes stuck to the way you ruined his hand with your juices.
"So tight..."
Your breath came out in short bursts now, your body reacting faster than your mind could keep up. Jake watched every little reaction like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. His jaw tightened slightly, eyes dark as they moved over your face — flushed cheeks, parted lips, the way you struggled to steady your breathing.
His hand moved again, gliding against his heavy cock in rhythm with the thrusts of his digit into you. Imagining. Imagining the way you would later clamp around his thick cock, take it like a good little girl, bent over this couch right here. He let out a whimper, followed by a moan as he slowly sped up both of his hands.
Your fingers tightened against the couch cushion beside you as you tried to catch your breath. The warmth in your body kept building, spreading through your chest and down your spine in slow waves. A string of gradually louder moans left you, hips bucking into his hand. "J—Jake" You stuttered out, head heavy and body burning up. Everything seemed to narrow down to him and him only.
"You feel that, don't you?" He asked breathing heavy. Your lidded eyes found his heavy ones nodding quickly, not being able to form a proper sentence as you pressed your lips shut tight. Jake's eyes were fast back on the way you took him. You squeezed his finger, eyes moving to the way he was stroking himself under the material and you whined, the foot that was on his knee slightly nudging him.
A chuckle left him, almost too whiny before he muttered. "Yeah... I can tell." His gaze lifted back to your face, studying the way your eyes fluttered shut for a second before opening again. Then he pressed another finger against you entrance, stretching you wider as it glided in with ease. You moaned, arms at the back trembling as he fucked you with his fingers.
"Ah— fuck! "
His thumb pressed against your puffy clit and it seemed like you were in heaven. Your eyes dropped down to the way he split you with his fingers, the way his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. Your pubic hair was already drenched, a mess that collected all the filthy fluid as he started rubbing your clit, smearing the wetness. All of a sudden a weird feeling started forming in the far pit of your pelvis. The strange pressure twisted deeper in your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement of his hand.
Your breathing broke into short, uneven pulls as the feeling built too fast, too intense. Your head shook weakly.
"Jake— wait—" Your voice cracked, breath catching in your throat. Panic flickered across your face as the pressure surged again, stronger this time, almost unbearable. "I— I think I'm— I'm gonna—" Jake felt your walls tense, your musles on fire. His slanted eyes suddenly sharpened, his fist abandoned his cock as his attention was fully on you.
You foot against his knee cramped, the other tight by his side sent small tremors that could be felt. Your knees pulled in slightly, threatening to pull your legs together. "I think I'm gonna pee." You blurted out breathlessly, embarrassment rushing into your face as your hips tried to retreat from his merciless hand. "Stop— Jake, stop—"
He didn't. If anything, he sat up straight, back detached form the couch as his eyes stuck to your sensitive core. The painful bulge forgotten for now as his other hand grabbed your ankle of the foot that was on his knee , holding you. His fingers sped up furiously, pistoning into you. One of your hands grabbed his wrist pushing at it, desperation creeping into your voice as the pressure wound even tighter.
"Jake— I'm serious— I can't—" Jake's eyes lifted from between your legs to your face, dark and sharp, breathing rough through parted lips. A low, almost disbelieving laugh slipped out of him. "You are not gonna pee." He said firmly. You shook your head quickly, eyes wide and pleading.
"I am— I swear I am—"
"No." His tone sharpened, cutting through your panic. Your hips tried to pull away again, but his other hand hooked under your thigh, holding you in place.
"You're not." He repeated, slower this time, breath heavy. "You're about to cum."
Your breath stuttered, vision blurring, eyes stinging as his fingers curled inside of you making them roll to the back of your head. Sound that your cunt and his fingers made filled the suffocating room. You panted and moaned, Jake holding you closer than ever as his hand played with your walls, stretching and ruining your insides.
The feeling surged again — overwhelming now, too big to contain — and you gasped, grabbing his forearm, nails digging hard.
"Jake please—"
But he didn't stop. His pace didn't slow. If anything, it grew more deliberate, more certain, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. His eyes were focused, dark as they stuck to the way your pussy ate his fingers up, sucked them in as if inviting him. His dark hair fell over his eyes, jaw tight as he kept his pace. He collected a glob of spit, heavy against his tongue before he spat down, filthy and gross, right onto your cunt.
Your body betrayed you completely. Your back arched, thighs trembling violently as the pressure climbed higher and higher, your mind scrambling to understand what was happening. Everything seemed to blur, the only thing you could comprehend was the way Jake fingered you, the earthy scent that clung into the air and his own cologne that's seemed to be everywhere around you, on him, on his furniture. Everywhere.
"I can't— I can't—" You whimpered, voice breaking, eyes going tight shut tears pricking at the corners.
Jake leaned closer, his voice low and rough and right in you face, breath brushing your lips. "Yes you can." Your whole body tensed.
"Just let it happen."
You shook your head weakly, panic and pleasure tangling together until you couldn't separate them anymore. "Jake—!"
The pressure snapped. Your voice dissolved into a broken cry as the wave finally crashed through you, your entire body jerking as the sensation ripped through your stomach and down your spine. Your hand clutched at his arm while your hips trembled uncontrollably, the intensity stealing the breath straight from your lungs.
Jake swore under his breath, watching you unravel in front of him, his grip tightening slightly as he guided you through it, forearm flexing as he slip your walls repeatedly. "That's it." He murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. "There you go." Your body kept shaking long after the first rush passed, smaller tremors still rolling through you while your head fell back, breath coming in soft, stunned gasps.
For a moment you couldn't even speak.
Jake finally slowed his digits, watching the way your chest rose and fell, the way your fingers still clung weakly to his arm. He slowly pulled out. His digits were drenched. He watched the way your arousal streched, a string of it snapping, like not wanting him to pull away. You hissed at the emptiness that followed. Your slit throbbing with aftershocks and waves of fire as you catches your breath.
Jake let go of your thigh, setting your leg over his lap, enchanted by the way your wetness clung to his fingers, spreading them and watching it stretch. He moaned, voice needy and whiny as he brought them to his lips and sucked it off. He closed his eyes in delight, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. The sight of his moaning around his fingers, made your nervous system wake up again. The pulse speeding up again as the ache between your spread legs grew heavier.
You shifted, legs tucked beneath you and hand on his chest pushing him back against the couch. You were breathing hard, eyes going over his leaned figure as you scanned his rock hard bulge. Jake was too busy sucking off your juices, enjoying it a little too much before he pulled them out of his mouth the second your shaky hands were on his waistband, pulling it down and over his cock. Jake turned his head to look at you, the way you tucked your hair behind your ears, ready to bend down, knees brushing his side as they tremored from the orgasm.
He let his hand down on his thigh, rating it there as he adjusted himself on the cozy couch, thighs spreading and hips lowering.
You were stunned. The wet stain on the from of his underwear was massive, the heavy boner imprinting onto the ruined material. Before he could utter a word you pulled his boxers too, letting his hard cock free. He moaned at the sudden air that hit his pulsing head, eyes closing in brief pleasure.
He stood tall, veiny and painfully hard. His tip raging with blood, red and oozing precum. The veins run down its length, right down to the base and you gulped. "Do you know what to do with it?" His low and needy voice made your eyes flick to his, your hands already collecting your hair and pushing it to the side, so he could have a good view. You shook your head but still was lowering down. Jake couldn't look away. The moment your lips brushed the side of his head, leaving a light kiss onto it he took a sharp breath. You let the tip of your tongue out, poking him experimentally and he shuddered. His hand shot down, grabbing his base as he held it for you. "Lick the tip." He let out as his voice trailed off into a breathy moan. "Ah shit... Just like that."
You kitty locked his tip, the wet and warm muscle feeling his heated and tense head. The fluid was salty, tangy. You moaned at the taste tongue moving from the middle of his veiny cock up to the sensitive tip. Jake’s breath hitched when you looked up at him like that.
For a second he just watched you — chest rising and falling slowly, eyes dark and half-lidded, the tension in his jaw tightening as if he was trying to hold himself together. The room felt warmer than before, the air thick with that quiet, buzzing tension that had been building between you all night.
Your lips brushed him again in a soft, testing motion.
Jake swore under his breath.
His hand slid into your hair, not rough, but firm enough to make you look back up at him. His thumb brushed along your cheek, eyes roaming over your flushed face, the parted lips, the nervous determination in your gaze. You glanced up at him, lips slick, eyes wide and pupils blown. It made him curse under his breath, the simple brush of your breath against his sensitive flesh made his muscles tense. "I have to taste you, fuck —"
His fingers flexed around your strands, pulling you harshly with the strength so unexpected. Your lips collided in a messy kiss, noses bumping as he savored you. The saltines on your lips from him, the swollen, warm flesh moving against his experienced mouth trying to catch up and seem confident.
But fuck, did he actually enjoy the exact inexperience you tried so hard to conceal.
It made him groan against your clumsy lips, your hand fisting the front of his shirt as his other hand carresed the back of your thighs, fingers digging into the skin as he dragged the leg over his lap. Finally, his neck untensed, kissing you mercilessly as you settled on his lap, each knee on the side of his thighs. Your hands found their place on his shoulders, feeling the cotton material of his shirt under your fingertips. His grip in your hair faltered, both hands moving down to your thighs, carresinh the burning skin and feeling the goosebumps pricking his hyperaware touch.
Jake kissed you messily, tongue prodding at your parted and tired lips, carresing your slow warm muscle as you struggled to get into a rhythm with his expert moves. You moaned in annoyance and neediness, thighs quivering under his palms, the innerside trickling with your wetness, the air hitting your pulsing core.
Jake pulled back slightly, eyes opening just merrily. You chased his lips, a smirk on his own as he pulled back teasingly making you whine. He squeezed your bare hips, eyes going down your chest.
And it stayed stuck there.
He kneaded your hips, his teeth already catching his bottom lip. His gaze was stuck to the way your nipple still stood erect, the bra cup pushing your flesh up as it dug under it. He dug his head lower, eyes flicking up to you before his mouth engulfed your breast. You gasped at the unfamiliar warmth around your areola, your chest jutting out at instinct.
Jake's hard lenght rested low on his abdomen, hard and pulsing against his shirt, right between you two. Jake's tongue circled your nipple, flicking it rapidly with his tongue before sucking on it again.
Your eyes never left the way he assaulted your sensitive peak, pants leaving your mouth, fingers cramping against his shoulders. His saliva coated your bare breasts, his tongue gliding against it, teasing the bud as he balanced the tip of his tongue on it. His eyes closed in delight, his other hand coming up to unclip the bra on your back. And he did it at the first try, the pressure around your ribcage and chest releasing as he pulled it off of you, mouth attached to your swollen tit as he threw it over his shoulder. He moaned, hand coming up to massage the other one, rolling your nipple between his slender fingers.
"Fuck doll..." He pulled away just merilly to take in the full picture of your tits at his mercy. Swollen. Begging to be sucked. His cock twitched, the small white pearl trickling down his lenght, drooling at the sight before him. He grasped both of your tits, pressing them together and watching the flesh collide. His tongue switching from one to the other, teasingly flicking and carresing. You could not utter a word, just silently staring in awe at the way he handled your tender body. Gasps and moan escaping you at the sinful actions you never thought about before, never knew would make your pussy throb so violently.
You shivered in his hold, hips moving helplessly against air — just searching for some minimal friction. "Could lick these tits for hours shit—" He left a slow kiss on each of your nipples, lips lingering for a second longer than necessary, as if savoring the way your body reacted to him. Your breath kept hitching in uneven pulls, chest rising and falling faster the longer he watched you unravel.
Jake leaned back just enough to take you in again.
Your bra was gone, tossed somewhere behind the couch, your chest flushed and sensitive under the warm light of the room. His hands were still wrapped around your tits, thumbs brushing slowly over your peaks like he couldn't quite stop touching you.
Your hips shifted again without meaning to, that restless desperation returning the moment he stopped paying direct attention to the heat building lower in your body. Jake noticed immediately. His eyes flicked downward, catching the movement. A quiet, amused huff escaped him. "Getting needy, huh?" He murmured.
Your cheeks flushed, but you didn't deny it this time. The high still floating through your body made it hard to hide anything — every sensation louder, every emotion closer to the surface. "Jake…" You breathed softly.
The sound of his name like that made his jaw tighten for a second. He leaned forward again, pressing another slow kiss against your chest before lifting his gaze back to yours. His eyes were glassy from the high, half-lidded and heavy, but the hunger in them hadn't faded at all.
"If I keep going like this." He muttered quietly, "I'm not gonna stop."
Your stomach flipped.
You didn't move away. Jake studied your face for a second longer, watching the way your lips parted slightly, the way you looked at him like you were waiting for whatever he decided to do next. That was all the answer he needed. A crooked smile tugged at his mouth, eyes flicking down to your hips, to the soft curls tempting him just inches away from his leaking cock. He bit his lip hard enough that his jaw flexed.
"Fuck, sweetie… I have to taste you. Now."
The words came out rough, almost desperate. The composure he'd been holding onto all night was cracking. The smoke in the room still present and still getting to the both of you. Before you could even process it, his hands were already on you.
Jake's grip slid around your hips, firm and impatient as he pulled you toward him. The sudden movement made you gasp, your hands instinctively landing on his shoulders for balance as the couch dipped beneath the two of you.
"Bout to rock your world ." He muttered, voice low and breathy, almost as a promise to himself. You gulped at his words, hands gripping onto him. There was nothing hesitant about the way he moved now. His hands guided you with a certainty that made your stomach twist, shifting you across the cushions until your bodies tangled together, you on top of his body as he layed on the couch.
You blinked, a nervous lump catching in your throat when you realized what he was doing. He pulled you in a brief deep kiss, you hands came up by his head supporting your weight. The sudden closeness made you gulp, your tits pressed against his chest, his heavy and wet cock against your stomach, your pussy drooling at just the simple feel of it. When he pulled back, his breathing was heavier now, chest rising and falling under you, hands moving form your waist to your ass, grasping and squeezing it as you moved against him from the strength. Your damp bush moved up his cock, the roughness of your hair made him hiss, eyes never leaving yours.
"Fuck… feel that? His voice dropped, rougher now, feeling your wet bush rub against him, feeling your folds drool as you went still ove him, letting him handle you." Soaked already.” He exhales through his teeth, eyes dark. "You've got no idea what you're doing to me, dont you?" Jake's grip on your hips tightened suddenly, pulling you closer against him. His eyes dragged slowly down your body before flicking back up to your face, darker now, breath heavier. His hand slid down your thigh, guiding you with a firm squeeze. "Move up a little."
You hesitated for half a second, nerves fluttering in your chest, but the way his fingers pressed insistently at your hips made you obey. You shifted on your knees and palms over him, your breath catching when his gaze followed every inch of the movement.
"Good girl." He muttered hoarsely. His hand slid to the back of your thigh, urging you higher. "C'mon… Get over me... Turn around first." He instructed quietly. You did, a little clumsily, trying not to overthink the way his eyes followed every movement. "Knees by my head, face my feet."
When you shifted again he helped position you, steady hands settling you where he wanted you. You tried to ignore the nervous flutter in your chest, awareness of his eyes over your most intimate part. Ignoring the way his hard leaking cock that you knew nothing about was right in front of your face.
"There you go." He murmured, eyes still going over your figure. Your hair slid over your shoulder as you glanced back at him nervously. Jake's gaze moved slowly over you, heat flickering through his expression as his eyes finally stopped on your heat. Your dripping and pulsing heat, damp hairs sticking to your lips due to the slimy arousal. One hand slid along your thigh, the other steady at your waist as he nudged you into place.
"Babydoll, fuuuck..." He whimpered, throwing his head back slightly against the cushion before raising it again. Your breathing had already started picking up again, chest rising and falling faster as he adjusted you more, the closeness between you suddenly overwhelming. The high still humming in your body made everything feel heavier — his hands warmer, the air thicker, your thoughts slower.
Jake exhaled sharply when you finally settled where he wanted you. "Yeah." He muttered under his breath. His fingers tightened slightly at your hips, pulling you just a little closer. "Going to eat you so good..."
You could feel the tension in him now, the way his body seemed restless with need. Even through the haze clouding his eyes, the hunger there was unmistakable.
Your stomach fluttered.
His hand slid slowly up your side, fingers brushing along your ribs before settling at your waist again. For a second he just looked at you — really looked — eyes moving over your flushed skin, your messy hair, the way your lips stayed slightly parted from your uneven breathing as you gazed at him over your bare shoulder.
"God." He muttered quietly.
Then he leaned down to your core, voice dropping low again as you could not see him anymore. "Use that pretty mouth too, would you, hm?"
And for the first time he let his tongue move all the way from your clit and up to your entrance. You shuddered at the new feeling, the tight muscle of his going right between your untouched folds, separating them so suddenly and deliberately. He hummed in delight, the feel of your slickness against his tongue and the contrast of your rough curls sent him going crazy. "Fuck..." He muttered, tongue back on you, circling your clit with the tense tip of his tongue, letting it roll and flick just right. You tried to catch your breath, tried to supress the sounds that threatened to escape you. Wanting nothing else but to please him too, your eyes darted to his hard cock, nervously thinking what to do, what would make him feel good. And when your felt Jake moan against you, his plump lips sucking at your bud you panted back, mouth agape as your hand went to wrap around him hastily. Your hand moved clumsily up and down his shaft, precum leaking with each tug you delivered. He moaned against you again, lips releasing your clit before moving up to your entrance, poking and circling it. You moaned, eyes going shut and mouth agape, your palm stroking him as you leaned all the way down to his tip.
Just as you were about to engulf his raging head, a high pitched moan erupted from your chest when his finger entered your hole, mouth moving down to your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, flicking his hungry tongue over the puffy bud that pulsed between his slick lips. "Ah—" Your hand slowed down around him, eyes going shut as your forehead dropped down briefly to his hip, searching for something to hold onto, to steady you. Your hips moved back instinctively, meeting his finger half-thrust and grinding against his suckling mouth. "You like me sucking your pussy clean, hm?" He pulled just an inch before his tongue flicked your clit, dancing around it with precision, his finger thrusting into your throbbing tight hole fast. Your hand stopped at the base of his big cock, head raising from his hip as your moaned desperately, other hand fisting his sweats.
"Fuck— Yes Daddy, yes!"
Words left your fuzzy mind without a thought, and Jake swore his heart stopped. His dick twitched. He growled against your heat in response, tongue lapping up your essence that seemed to never stop. "Yeah? You like daddy making you feel good?"
Your breath caught hard in your throat at his words, the nickname still echoing through your hazy mind like a spark to dry fuel as you hummed in response. Heat rushed through your body all at once, your fingers tightening around him where you held him at the base. For a second you almost forgot what you were doing entirely — hips trembling above him while his mouth worked against you with a hunger that made your head spin.
"C'mon princess. Don't get tired now..." He muttered against you, voice muffled and rough as his tongue dragged slowly over you again, making your thighs tense around his head. "Use that mouth too… yeah, just like that."
The command pulled you back into the moment.
Your hand began moving again, slowly at first, uncertain fingers sliding along his length while your lips finally lowered around the heated tip you'd been hovering over. The contact pulled a deep groan out of him instantly, the vibration of it sending another sharp shiver up your spine.
"Fuck…" He breathed, the word rumbling low against your skin. Your tongue moved shyly, copying what he instructed you earlier — small, curious movements, tasting the salty warmth there before your lips closed more firmly around him. Your hand followed the rhythm, sliding up and down as you tried to find a pace that felt right.
Jake's reaction was immediate. He moaned, hips bucking into your mouth and grip. His hand came down to your thigh, gripping it firmly while his finger curled inside you, thrusting a little deeper now. His mouth didn't leave you for more than a second at a time, tongue flicking and circling before sealing around your sensitive bud again with renewed focus.
"That's it…" He rasped, breath uneven now. "Look at you… learning so fast."
The praise made your stomach tighten.
You tried to keep moving for him, your mouth and hand working together clumsily but eagerly, and every small sound he made only made you want to do it better. His hips twitched beneath you, his fingers tightening slightly in your thigh while his tongue pressed harder, more deliberate now.
The rhythm between you both started to build without either of you saying it.
Your hips moved against his face helplessly, chasing the sensation each time his tongue found the exact spot that made your whole body jolt. His finger pushed in deeper, curling slightly as he felt you clench around him.
"Yeah… There you go." He murmured against you, voice low and breathless. "Feel that?"
You did.
The strange tight warmth in your stomach was back again, stronger this time — spreading through your body in waves that made it harder and harder to keep your movements steady. Your hand faltered around him for a moment, a muffled moan slipping from your throat when he pulled his finger out, vibrations around his tip sending his hips thrusting up.
Jake noticed instantly.
His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you where he wanted you, holding you in place while his tongue moved faster, more focused now. His head moved against your pussy, eating you till he is breathless, till your essence dripped down onto his shirt, till his tongue glided against your hairy lips, sucking off the sticky mess.
Your mouth detached from him, a string of saliva snapping as you finally moaned, hand stopping all the movements over him. Your mouth went agape, eyes tight shut at the knot forming in the pit of your stomach. "I—I—Yes! Fuck!" You stuttered, crying out as you moved back against his face. He slurped you up furiously, moaning as he let your pussy drool all over his face.
Your body shuddered violently, everything seemed to shut down except him. Every nerve was alight as the heat coiled tighter and tighter in your core. Breath hitched and uneven, your chest rising and falling fast. Your hands clutched at the couch as your hips moved desperately back against him. The sensation of him beneath you, relentless and unyielding, was too much, too exquisite, and your mind could not hold back any longer.
"D—Daddy... Oh fuck!" You cried, voice breaking. Jake stiffened under you at your voice, eyes closing for a moment as he savored the sound. The nickname slipped out so naturally, so needy, it pulled a low desperate groan from his chest as he didn't let up. His tongue sucked at your clit harshly, rolling it between his plump tired lips as his two fingers found your hole again. He felt your spasming entrance pull them in, sucking greedily.
He held you there, face pressed to your most sensitive spot, tongue circling and flicking, his fingers pumping into you just enough to tease you, guiding the waves of release that kept crushing through you. Your nails dug into his sides now, pressing into his covered thighs. He hissed against you at it, his own breathing raged and desperate.
"That's it, doll... That's it." He rasped, voice low and commanding. "Feel that... Feel how good you are for me." Your high body trembled, hips jerking lightly as your climax ripped through you. Your hair stuck to your sweaty face, sticky and wild, your throat hoarse as you shivered over him. His grip on your thighs faltered, now digging into your hip as he guided you over his mouth that moved around your bud with sharp and teasing precision, keeping you riding the aftermath of your high. "So perfect, babydoll... Look at you, shaking for me." He murmured, voice rough and vibrating against your swollen pussy, his fingers pumping into you mercilessly.
Your thighs felt like jelly, shivering and trembling with each feel of his warmth against you. Your chest heavied, against his pelvis, arms shaky by his sides. Every whispered words from him sent shivers down your spine, making you arch instinctively, chasing the lingering waves of pleasure and not wanting this to end. You sobbed, vision blurry as you still grinded against his savage fingers. "Please please please— I don't want it to stop please Daddy!" You cried out, hands fisting his sweats as the pleasure started subduing, slowly being replaced by the sensitivity you never felt before.
Jake's hummed under you, feeling your weight on top of his burning body as his fingers assaulted your heat. Your gaping hole fluttered when he pulled them out, making you twitch under his eyes as he smacked your thigh. Hard. A red harsh print rising fast on your sweaty skin as the smack resonanted the room. And you jolted from it. "C'mon... Bend over the couch f'me."
You hummed in affirmation, nodding to yourself as you crawled away from him, your body tender and limp, but still the hunger kept you tethered. You grabbed the back of the couch ignoring the uncomfortable sensitivity between your slick thighs as they quivered. Your knees deeped into the cushion, your arms resting over the back rest as you positioned yourself. Slightly leaned over. Knees apart. Lower back arched.
Just the way you thought is supposed to be.
Jake was quick to eye your position, going over your side and curves. You turned your head to the side to look at him. Ruined. You were ruined. Jake hummed in delight, gaze dancing over your face as he pushed himself up. "Little girl is learning fast, hm?" His hands grabbed the hem of his shirt as he was up on his feet, moving right behind you. "Are you that eager for a cock?" He taunted, shirt on the floor by his feet as he let his knees dip into the couch bezween your apart calves. You gulped, still trying to collect yourself, to steady. The only sign of presence form him was the dipped couch right by your legs, the suffocating warmth from the proximity behind you and now his arms that came into your vision, grabbing onto the same cushion right by your own trembling hands. He moved closer, breath fanning your ear, his cock slightly brushing your ass and you froze. "Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?" His voice was low, seductive.
Jake placed a tender kiss on your shoulder, the place burning and aching. "Let me use your little virgin cunt? Hm?" He grinded his hips right on you, letting it glide between your tender asscheeks. He felt you move back against it, a whimper following. He chuckled darkly, one of his hands moving down around his cock, grasping it and leading it to your leaking folds.
"Shit baby..." His gaze was stuck to your messy heat. Tip grazing against rough hairs as they caressed his raging head. He hissed, dragging it against the slimy and sticky mess. You gasped when he dived into your slit, dragging the tip up and down your fold, separating them and watching the way they closed around his pulsing dick. He groaned when he felt your bud against his shaft, grinding and thrusting right through your mess. You shook under Jake, letting him play with you as he pleased, as he and only he wanted.
"You are going to take this dick, right sweetie?"
No answer, just a sharp inhale when his tip caught onto your clit before moving up to your entrance, tapping against your clenching hole.
"Words, pretty... I need words."
"Y—Yes..." He put a slight pressure against your gaping slit. You gasped. "Yes what?" He asked cockily, right by your ear. You closed your eyes as you inhaled sharply again, trying to form a proper sentence and ignore the way he was shallowly pressing against your pussy, trying to get the filthy words out of you.
"I-I'm going to take it..."
Jake's brows furrowed, teasingly thinking about it with a smirk tugging at his lips. He pushed the tip in with no warning and you stiffened. "Hmmm, I dont think I like that. Let's rephrase it, shall we?" He slammed in, knocking the air out of your lungs with the sudden stretch and fullness. You gripped the backrest, a sob escaping you. Too full. It was too much. Your nails dug into the cushion, bracing for more. The pain was sudden when he glided in with a sharp thrust. He stayed still, breath still fanning your cheek. "I'm going to take daddy's cock like a good little girl, say it." He bottomed out, feeling your walls relax around him before he thrusted in again. His now free hand came up to your hair, tangling into the roots as it stayed there. "I—I'm going to take daddy' s cock like a good little girl!" You sobbed out, tears threatening to drop down your hot face. He pulled back again, hips slamming against your ass hard, sending you jolting against the couch.
"Good girl...." He cooed, jutting his bottom lip out as he breathed over your ear. "See? It wasn't that hard." He started thrusting, catching the rhythm and feeling you tremble with each drag of his heavy cock against your soft velvety walls. You bit your lip, eyes tight shut as a tear rolled down your cheek. You were gripping the back rest for dear life, his hips smacking and dick dragging in and out of you made you dizzy.
When suddenly, the uncomfortable thrusting, the uncomfortable stretch started melting into something else. Your mouth opened, focusing on your breathing as you relaxed against him. Jake felt that, felt your walls relax and take him in without resistance. "That's it..." He murmured. "Take it all." His grip tightened in your hair, hips speeding up. A broken low moan escape your parted lips when he pistoned into. Your gummy walls taking him in, sucking so invitingly. Your brows furrowed, the tears drying on your warm cheeks as you let him abuse your tight cunt.
Jake delivered a kiss to your shoulder, tongue flicking your ear as he panted, chasing the friction that seemed to only dissolve with your wetness that seeped out of you. The sounds were obscene, echoing together with the forgotten low music in the background, your pants and sobs replacing it.
"So fucking tight." He groaned when he felt you squeeze him. His fingers flexed in your hair, pushing your head lower, bending your body to his will as he straightened his back, eyes moving down to the way you took him. The new slightly different angle made you moan, hips moving to meet his. Your forehead on the couch, arms dangling in front of you as he pressed harder and harder into you. The smacking sounds were filthy, your moans and his pants mixed in a spiral of frenzied hunger.
"Please please please." You uttered out, the now familiar knot forming again at the pit of your abdomen, the third orgasm on its way as the sensitivity was long forgotten. Jake's eyes moved over your back, over your hips that moved with each plunge of his into your pussy that took him so good. His cock throbbed, begging for a release. But Jake licked his lips, eyes stuck to your essence sticking to his pelvis and the base of his cock and he groaned, pulling out hastily.
"I have to fucking taste you again." He spoke through gritted teeth at your gasp of surprise at the sudden emptiness. He lowered down, his grip on the couch and your hair moving down to your hips as he was down face to face with your wetness. You raised your head, glancing over your shoulder in confusion, trying to catch your breath.
His tongue ran through your folds impatiently, moaning at your mixed arousals at it ooze out of your used hole. Fucking tainted cunt that was his to use for the first time. His to make it filthy and ruined.
You moaned, hand blindly reached behind you, finding his hair as you gripped it. "So good! Please don't stop!" You moaned out, feeling his thumbs coming to spread your lips, revealing the tender flesh that begged for his mouth. And he attached to you again, sucking and rolling your bud aggressively before moving up to your hole, thrusting his tongue repeatedly, feeling you fall apart and melt into the couch.
He pulled away, just enough to spit onto you, saliva attaching and dripping as it mixed with your slimy mess. It dripped right from your hole and moved your throbbing clit. It dipped right into your dark hair.
Jake inhaled sharply, watching it stick to the ruined, harsh hairs and before he could stop himself his tongue dived into your bush, his nose bumping at your sore bundle of nerves. He dragged his tongue around your puffy hair, moaning as he felt it scratch his hot muscle just right, feeling it graze his plump lips. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath, his hand coming down to stroke his abandoned cock furiously, tugging it fast as he raised himself again on his feet, knees back on their old position against the couch as he entered you again.
He moaned at the feel together with your desperate whine at the intrusion. Feeling him fill every space behind you. No words were exchanged as he started thrusting into you furiously, chasing his high. You squirmed under him, soft moans leaving your parted lips as he ravished you. His breath hitched as your body trembled beneath him, the warmth and closeness making his head spin. For a moment he just held you there, chest pressed against your back, his hands gripping your hips as he moved with a restless, impatient rhythm. The couch creaked faintly beneath you both, the room filled with nothing but uneven breathing and the quiet sounds of movement.
Your fingers curled into the fabric beneath you, trying to steady yourself as the sensation kept building again, softer this time but just as overwhelming. The haze from earlier still clung to your thoughts, making everything feel slower, warmer, more intense. Jake noticed immediately, a quiet groan slipped from him as he pulled you a little closer against him, his grip tightening slightly on your waist.
Jake let out a rough breath, his grip tightening on your hips as he held you exactly where he wanted you. The desperation in him was obvious now — no more restraint, no careful teasing. Just raw hunger.
"God… Listen to you." He muttered near your ear, voice hoarse and low. "All those pretty sounds and you think I'm gonna go easy on you?"
Your breath caught at the tone alone.
He leaned closer, chest pressing harder into your back, the warmth of him wrapping around you as his movements grew more impatient again. A quiet whine escaped you, and that only seemed to make him worse.
Jake let out a dark chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin as his fingers tightened slightly at your waist, keeping you from slipping away from him. "Yeah, that's it… keep making those noises." He murmured. "You've got no idea what that does to me."
Your head tipped forward, breath uneven, fingers gripping the backrest at the feel of his cock reaching deeper than ever. "" Don’t hide from me."He said, voice suddenly sharper, more commanding. One hand slid up your side, guiding your jaw to face him over your shoulder so he could see your face again. "I want to see you when you feel it."
Your eyes flicked to his, dazed and glassy. Jake groaned quietly at the sight the other hand coming between your legs to rub your clit "Fuck… There she is." He breathed, fingers speeding up against your puffy bud. "All worked up and looking at me like that."
His thumb brushed along your jaw for a second before his hand dropped back to your hip, pulling you closer again. You whimpered, your head overwhelmed with all the stimulation that you are left just breathing harshly. "You're trouble, you know that?" He muttered, breath hot against your neck, fingers never faltering against your clit as you felt the knot grow tight, at the bring f exploding. "Walking around acting all innocent, and then look what you do to me."
You shifted helplessly against him, hips trying to run from his merciless hand but was only met with his cock that plunged into you angrily, pulsing inside of you. Your breath broke into a shaky cry as the pressure inside you tightened impossibly, every nerve screaming with the intensity of it. Jake felt it — the way your body started trembling against him, the way your hips faltered as if you didn't know whether to pull away or chase the feeling harder.
"Yeah cum on my cock, sweetie. " He rasped against your ear, voice thick and dark. His arm wrapped tighter around your waist, holding you right where you were when you tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation. "You feel that, huh? Been building this whole time."
You whimpered, fingers clutching blindly at his forearm, your body shaking harder with every second. He chuckled darkly against your skin, his hips fucking you into the oblivious, fingers playing with your sensitive clit. "Jake! Jake fuck!"
"Fuck…" He breathed, the sound almost a growl as he felt you come apart against him. His grip tightened on you, holding you steady while your body trembled through it, your breath coming out in broken gasps. "That's it." He murmured, voice suddenly softer but still thick with hunger. "Good girl… such a good girl."
Your nails dug into his arm as the aftershocks kept rippling through you, your body weak and shaking in his hold. Jake pressed his forehead briefly to the side of your head, his breathing just as ragged now.
"This little pussy is sucking me in so good..." He muttered hoarsely, fingers against your twitching clit stopping as he focused on the way your spasming walls took him. "Going to fucking breed you... Let everyone know you let me in your tight virgin pussy." He sped up his thrusts, the pace making you grip the couch tighter, closing your eyes as you endured. You moaned, his words sending small waves of pleasure through you. "You want that, hm?" You nodded quickly, breathing unstable and fast as spoke through gritted teeth, when the sudden tightness burst and he moaned. His cock shot ropes of white right into you, coating your walls as it pulsed. Jake's thrust slowed gradually, letting the last drops leave his throbbing lenght.
Jake's breath left him in a long, ragged exhale as the last of the tension drained from his body. For a moment he stayed exactly like that behind you, forehead resting against your shoulder, both of you breathing hard in the quiet room. The haze from earlier still clung to everything — the music faint somewhere in the background, the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the slow return of your senses after everything that had just happened. His hand slid lazily over your hip, squeezing once before he finally pulled out. His cock drained and your pussy glistening and pulsing.
You felt the movement and let out a soft, exhausted whine, your arms still braced against the couch as you tried to steady your breathing. Jake chuckled quietly behind you at the sound, the low rumble of it warm against your skin.
"Easy…" He murmured.
He shifted again, slowly pulling away and helping you sit back properly against the cushions. For a second neither of you spoke. You just sat there catching your breath, hair messy, lips parted, your body still trembling faintly from the aftershocks. The sudden uncomfortable leak of fluid from your hole made you hiss, eyes dropping between your thighs as you slightly spread them.
Jake ran a hand through his hair, letting out another breath before glancing over at you. "Hey." He said quietly, nudging your knee with his. "Look at me."
Your eyes lifted to his, still a little dazed. His expression softened slightly when he saw you like that — flushed, shy again now that the intensity had faded. "I'll grab you a Plan B later." He said, voice calmer now, almost casual despite everything that had just happened. "Just to be safe." You blinked at him, the seriousness of it cutting through the fog in your head. Then you nodded slowly, still quite not grasping the situation and everything that happened.
Jake leaned back into the couch with a tired sigh, throwing an arm across his eyes, breathing hard. "Jesus." He muttered with a crooked smile, everything coming to him in a flash. The weight falling on his shoulders he didn't expect it to. "Didn't expect tonight to go like that." Before you could answer, a sudden knock echoed from the front door.
Both of you froze.
Another knock followed, louder this time. Jake's head turned slowly toward the hallway, brows lifting slightly. "Uh…" He muttered under his breath. From outside the door, a familiar voice called out.
"Hello? Jake? Is she here?"
Your stomach dropped instantly.
Your mom.
Jake snapped his head toward you, eyes going over your naked figure before he tucked himself in his briefs, raising the sweats back over his hips. He grabbed the shirt from the floor and put it on before he spoke with a commanding and controlled voice, no sight of any panic.
"Get dressed. Quickly."
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! this is all work of fiction. in no way this is a representation of enhypen members nor do I believe this is how they behave in real life or condone these actions!
summary: you've had a stalker for quite some time now, and the only way to deal with it was NOT dealing with it.
warning: established relationship, stalker, slight miscommunication, fluff.
"are you mad?" you ask abruptly, while picking at your nails. it was a dumb question, his jaw even clenched at it.
riki didn't answer, it was probably better off that way. the silence has you sinking in your seat; wishing a hole would open up and swallow you.
he was driving you somewhere "safe" for the night. "i told you this would happen and you didn't listen" he muttered between clenched teeth, almost like he was talking to himself.
he's looking at you now, "you don't listen" his voice etched with hurt, and eyes full of disappointment. you couldn't be mad which made it worse because he was right.
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you hadn't listened to him, which led to someone stalking you for five months.
this was discovered when you came home and saw photos of you littered across the room.
some were close shots and some were unclear if it was even you. either way chills had inevitably spread over your body.
riki was beside you seeing the same thing, instead of standing there looking at the pictures he sighs, walking into your closet and coming out with a duffle bag "start packing" he mumbles, you shake a bit caught off guard since you weren't paying attention to anything but the photos everywhere.
they captured your life—some were you sleeping: in your bed, at a library, then some captured you out with your husband, friends, and your annual parent hangout.
you were smiling in most, the blood drained from your face when you realize the angles and closeness that some of these were taken at. you haven't even noticed it, and for months it was happening.
"put. your. things. in. this. bag." he repeated, emphasizing each word.
you scramble to the bag; bringing it to your dresser and shoving random things in it—hands shaky in all.
you didn't understand why he was so mad, but he had his reasons; one of them being that a while back he was sent a picture of you getting into a car— and he did nothing.
he didn't spend that night alarmed, he also didn't bother telling you about it because he didn't wanna worry you, and he hadn't realized it got much worse because it got quiet. no updates, no slip-ups— nothing he knew it didn't just "go away" but there was also nothing he could do but wait. he'd waited so long that he forgot it was even happened until now and he cursed himself for that.
you had this deep feeling this wasn't happening because of who your husband was—it was happening because you wanted instagram. you had begged for this app, despite your own saftey.
riki had told you over a million times about the possibilities while having social media, but this is the one thing you wanted to have. Instagram.
so you posted on there for a good eight months: your café stops, vacation trips, friend hangouts, your dates, and stories with the location present in the corner for "the aesthetic", and even though you took the stories down an hour later it was enough for anyone quick enough to pinpoint where you were.
you had gotten careless overtime, you even posted right there in the moment instead of waiting until you weren't at the location anymore.
your husband suggested getting your account managed, but you scolded him for trying to treat you like a "baby" and keep you in a box.
you just didn't know how serious it really was.
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the car comes to a complete stop, riki gets out slamming the door then coming over to your side. "c'mon"
he takes your bags to this hotel? which you didn't know how that would be a "safer" option than your home but you went with it.
"oh— your phone." he holds his hand out; waiting, and reluctantly enough you place it in his hand, and watch as he drops it to the ground, stomps on it, shattering it to many pieces.
he then chucks it into some bush, not taking a second to glance at the stunned look on your face.
when you stepped inside to the main lobby, it was different than outside—much cozier and closed off. riki goes straight to the receptionist showing her a card, and the look on her posture changed, like it wasn't late at night and she was tired, but alert.
he must own this hotel or something. he owns and does so many things you could hardly keep up so you gave up on trying to.
you follow close behind him as he rushes over to the elevator. in the silence of the closed space you take a second to look up at him, and he's staring straight ahead—expressionless. you couldn't help but frown. you were already in a bad situation, now you had to deal with this "silent treatment"
inside the hotel room this churn in your stomach didn't leave, not from fear or guilt, but hunger.
while riki sits on the couch working on his laptop, you lay on the bed staring out the window thinking— thinking about everything. what you could have done better, why you? and could this have been avoided if you stayed without Instagram?
your stomach echoes a rumble so you sit up peeking at riki. "what are we eating for dinner?" your words coming out quieter than you meant it to.
"m not sure" he digs around in his pocket pulling out his phone then holding it up for you to take, without looking from his computer—that stung a little.
he wasn't looking at you now?
"order something."
you stare at the phone in his hand "but.. I don't know what you want."
"im not picky" he shrugs, just as you're about to take it he's looking at you now with this smug yet non-existent smirk on his face. "just don't post anything." he muttered carelessly.
the comment made your throat close in tight, and you blinked registering his words; you blink again this time to hold back any tears that threatened to spill.
you could take accountability, but not the humility he was dishing out hot and fresh.
"i didn't mean for this to happen" you whispered, your voice breaking before you could stop it.
he doesn't seem to acknowledge you, but you saw his face soften whenever his eyes flicked to you for a second. or maybe that didn't happen and you were just hoping it did.
you take his phone and walk back to the bed; dropping down on it. you stare at the bright screen with glossy eyes as all the words blurred together on the screen. you find your moms contact nonetheless.
it rings around two times before answering. "yes?" you hear the soft sound of your mother on the other end.
"mom..." your breath hitches, she's instantly cooing at the broken sound of your voice "yes baby? what's wrong"
"I'm fine..' you say quickly, to assure her you're not in danger. "i just... things got weird. someones been—" you hesitated lowering your voice. "watching me"
silence followed on the other end "where are you?"
"im with riki, im safe" those words alone had your mom taking a breath of relief. "thank God for him"
"mhm" you hum "could i stay with you tomorrow or until this is all sorted out" you ask then there was another pause "oh honey of course, I'd love that"
"bye" you whisper, "okay, bye baby" she ends the call.
after the call ends you sniffle, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your shirt. you didn't even bother ordering food, you return his phone, tossing it onto the couch beside him. "i didn't order anything" you inform, and he nods not looking up from his laptop, and the heavy feeling in your chest only grew.
you turn away, getting some clothes out of the duffle bag you brought and close yourself in the bathroom, and lock it. behind the door a sob you didn't know you'd been holding slips. you couldn't stop the tears that were falling like rapid fire— hot and salty.
the cries racked through you, as a pit grew in your stomach—no longer hunger but it indeed was a guilty feeling and him acting this way only made it worse for you, but you didn't know how to address it.
you look in the mirror to see your red eyes and puffy face. like you were broken down, mentally and physically so you try pushing away any thoughts before stepping into the shower.
as you let the water hit your skin, warm enough to relax your muscles—but not enough to quiet your mind. the memories ran in your head on repeat trying to remember if you've ever seen anyone taking photos of you, but you haven't.
the pictures littered everywhere in your room was so intentional your skin crawled just thinking about it. they had been in your home; the place you're supposed to feel comfort was now a crime scene.
when you came out the bathroom the hotel room was too quiet—not including the AC.
your brows pull together slightly as you step into the main room, drying your hair with the towel.
"riki?" you call out, but get no reply. you move further out to check the "kitchen" area—empty. your chest tightens "riki...?" and that's when your heartbeat picks up, fast and uneven, your mind filling the silence for you before you could stop it.
what if the person's watching right now and knows you're alone?
did riki just leave or?—
what if someone's here?
you stopped moving completely, pausing to listen for a second.
your hands slowly curl into themselves, nails pressing lightly into your palms as you stood there, unsure if moving was the right thing to do.
you take a seat on the bed to catch your breath—a knock.
sharp and loud, your entire body jolted, eyes snapping to the door. it had every intention of being heard.
for a second you didn't move. then another knock.
you force yourself forward, each step slower than it should have been, your breath shallows as you you lean to look through the peephole.
it's just riki.
all your worries faded in an instant you almost got almost whiplash. you don't waste a second to unlock the door, pulling it open—and there he was.
he stood there, observing you, and the startled look your face held, your red eyes, and thats when it hit him that he'd left you alone.
"..sorry" he lifts a bag with boxes inside. "i went to get food"
he moves past you, setting it down on the counter, already opening it—he took out burger and fries.
that wasn't what was on your mind, the pit in your stomach that churned with uncertainty made you lose your appetite.
you climb into bed, pulling the blankets over yourself, curling onto your side.
the way you two did your own separate things had you feeling like a ghost dancing circles around him in hopes to finally be seen you push that down, finally being able to lay in bed
as the minutes pass your breathing finally evens out. slowly slipping into a state of unconscious. rikis presence in the room was enough to have you sleeping like a baby without a worry in the world. even if he wasn't right beside you.
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in the middle of the night you feel the bed dip beside you, the sheets shifting, and a quiet rustle following as riki slides in beside you. the space between closed immediately, you barely had time to register it before his arms slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
so close you could feel the rise and fall of his chest.
for a second you tens—just out of habit, out of everything that happened earlier, but it didn't last. not when he held you like this, you melted into his touch shamelessly. resting your hand over his, the one that was wrapped around you.
his face dips into the crook of your neck, breathing in your natural scent. "im sorry, i shouldn't have acted like that earlier" he whispers against your skin, regardless if you heard or not.
you didn't know if you were supposed to answer or not but you were awake now. just barely, but enough to hear that his voice had soften over. "i forgive you" you whisper.
he didn't say anything after that. neither did you, you both let the silence hang in the room—nothing awkward, but peace.