this one's a bit fluffier than the previous set of headcannons
loser!beomgyu, but instead of depraved he’s just desperate
loser!beomgyu, who quite literally begs you to go out with him. he’s on his knees, fingers digging into his knees, head lowered shamefully. he would be clutching onto your legs if you let him touch you
loser!beomgyu, who is the exact tailored audience of those videos where the guy is stepped on, preferably with heels or anything else that feels like physical dominance
loser!beomgyu, who dreams about you so intensely to the point that he spends hours willing himself back to sleep to continue the dream
loser!beomgyu, who never truly succeeds in his efforts to become your boyfriend, but becomes something to you along the way. you start glancing at him in hallways, cornering him in the library, fingers all wrapped in his tie and pressing him down against a table
loser!beomgyu, who passed out when you tried that the first time, and still gets lightheaded whenever you get close to him
loser!beomgyu, who would do anything for your attention, demeaning himself so you’ll so much as look his way (he was already embarrassing himself anyway)
nsfw below the cut
loser!beomgyu, who cries the first time you suck him off, cumming with a sharp cry before you’ve even taken him fully in your mouth. he’s whimpering like a wet dog, hips still thrusting desperately into your mouth
loser!beomgyu, who gets hard and leaky in seconds whenever you insult him. it’s unhealthy, sure, but he’s drunk off your degradation, always flushed whenever you’re near, even just at the thought of your presence
loser!beomgyu, who fucks himself stupid when you’re riding him, hips jerking upwards into your cunt. smiling all dazed and lovesick, rambling mindlessly about everything he wants you to do to him, tears rolling down his cheeks
loser!beomgyu, who’s always feverish and blushy around you, a perpetual flush that worsens when he’s fucking you. his lips are parted, eyes glazed over, cheeks warm with an overdrive of emotions
loser!beomgyu, who overstimulates himself to the point of tears, jerking off to your instagram photos and his pathetic fantasies
loser!beomgyu, who quite literally worships you, unable to go a second without murmuring sweet praises when you let him touch you
loser!beomgyu, who lets you drag him around like he’s on a leash whenever he’s in public, but becomes a feral dog the moment he’s in bed
loser!beomgyu, who has the stamina and, well, determination of a german shepard, pounding into you until you’re both overstimulated messes
loser!beomgyu, who cries when he cums, babbling thank yous and how much he loves you
loser!beomgyu, who’s ecstatic when you start to keep him around, eyes sparkling whenever he chances upon you in the hallways and that same sparkle in his tears when you’re relentlessly teasing him
loser!beomgyu, who hates and loves it when you edge him for hours, exhilarated with the prospect of maintaining your attention but nearly insane with base desires. he’s absolutely a yearner, probably begs with full on waterworks and hiccuping
loser!beomgyu, who literally goes to heaven and back, and then back again, when you actually give him aftercare. he’s already high off the fact that you care enough to do it at all, and he damn near pledges his lifelong allegiance to you right then and there when you blow dry his hair
loser!beomgyu, who you let lay across your couch when he’s too lazy to go home, wrapped up like a burrito and ends of his hair hanging off the edge. you relent after a while, murmuring a quiet “good night” to him
loser!beomgyu, who shuffles up to your bedroom docilely halfway through the night. at the sight of his doe eyes, shiny even in the darkness, you end up allowing him to wriggle in next to you. he spends the night curled into you, fingers seeking yours out beneath the blankets
loser!beomgyu, who actually ends up feeling quite loved despite how mean you are to him (just the way he likes it, though), all warm inside when you glance over at him amusedly and ruffle his hair; you kiss him on the forehead whenever he’s down and slip him lukewarm love notes that are actually quite sweet considering your nature towards him
loser!beomgyu, who goes from being a obsessed pervert to a boy who genuinely likes you; and you, who goes from stepping all over him to an earnest desire to see him happy.
beomgyu, your loser who dropped his phone in the toilet once trying to send a dick pic, and also your loser who spent half an hour gathering your favorite wildflowers and spent another one braiding them into your hair;
your loser who likes being choked like a little freak, and also your loser who messages you whenever he sees anything that reminds him of you;
your loser who cries while cumming and even more so when he can’t bring himself to stop stimulating himself, and also your loser who never neglects to grin and wave at you widely in the hallways, no matter how embarrassing it is
your loser, who really does love you so so much; your lover with a dollar sign
alpha!taehyun x fem omega!reader (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 ➛ (final I), part 6 ➛ (final II)
warnings: SMUT! ALL things a/b/o, unprotected sex (don't!), rough sex, (positions: missionary, doggy, cowgirl), psychological rewiring through pleasure, safeword (suggested), breeding kink, strength kink, manhandling, exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, orgasm control (once), degradation, choking, knotting, cum eating, refractory period at the speed of light, they break the bed, a little bit of shower action, dirty talk, (lots of: cum, knotting, squirting, crying, kissing), reader gets emotional, lots of lore & reassurance
tws: this is a work of fiction and in no way reflects the personalities of any idols in real life! reader has a pain kink caused by trauma in intimacy with jw, no descriptions of said trauma! only implicit mentions! reader doesn’t use the safeword, tyun explains safeword usage to reader, jungwon is still a super ultra triple platinum villian and somehow messed with reader's phone
wc: 10.8k!
scznote: the last of the series! ah, i shed a little tear! buckle up, my lovelies! may still contain errors! x
was that a grunt or was that a growl?
– a very, very deep sound that makes your ears perk and you squeak as the hold around you tightens, solid muscle pressing you impossibly more flush against him
"mine"
you think you may have misheard, but a gasp interrupts your train of thought as his hips drive forward experimentally – charged and slow, purposeful
"mine"
it makes your breath hitch this time, your thighs tightening around his waist as you involuntarily clench around his demanding length. sensitive – he's sensitive, but he pays it little mind. he hisses through his teeth, long and drawn out – throbbing painfully inside of you once more
"t-taehyun—" your voice is hoarse, but that's not the thing that pauses you in your tracks
it's when he lifts his head from your nape, raising his torso onto his palms that he now plants on either side of your head, that you see it – broad frame caging you in
his eyes, predatory and fully dilated, lock onto yours
"all mine"
his lips claim yours. it's not gentle. it's not slow. teeth clashing, tongues dancing, moans and grunts passing between you, hips picking up speed again
a particularly hard and angled thrust makes you whimper and tremble in the aftershocks of what was your previous, powerful orgasm
his skin is scorching to the touch, eyes almost completely blacked out and dark and his voice? it's dropped to an octave you never thought he could produce
his rut — it has arrived
shit
pulling off, he grunts, "give me a safeword, sweetheart", slowing just enough to allow you to think, hip rolls deep and delicious
"a– a safeword?" your voice trembles and a shiver licks up your spine, desperately wracking your brain for an option
he hums in confirmation, "anything you can think of"
hell, you're barely able to think. "i– uhm– vanilla?", your eyes flutter shut, a whimper tumbling from your lips as he effortlessly works and strokes his length right against that spot that makes you brainless
it throbs thicker and heavier inside of you, every ridge and vein growing more prominent against your walls, stretching you the more it swells
taehyun breathes out a laugh, sharp canines and fangs on full display, an amused smile taking over his face. the sight of them makes your mark throb
you're just so sweet, it's ironic, really – because there's nothing vanilla about the way taehyun is about to fuck you
you exhale shaky moans as his mouth grazes and nips at your neck. "vanilla it is"
he pulls out until just the tip of his engorged cock is buried inside and you brace yourself, clinging onto him before he slams the entire length back in, setting a brutal pace
every push of his hips forward is a charged, powerful force, punching more air out of your lungs. a nervousness and excitement ripple through you, setting your insides on fire and driving your omega feral. she's been waiting for this, you've been waiting for this – and you let him take you the way he's been dying to since he met you
gruff grunts and moans tumble from his lips, no longer trying to contain his pleasure or his pride. you gasp softly when you hear him speak again, the sound vibrating through you
"little omega was so desperate for me to mark her, to claim her all for myself, hm?"
oh fuck—
"saw the way you looked at me all week", he scoffs, eyes boring into yours and your breath catches in your throat
he chuckles, "watched you pretend like you weren't daydreaming about me fucking you open on this cock, making you cum all over it again and again, yeah?"
all you can do is cry and whimper in response
"your scent had me crazy", he groans, recalling the way tempting little curls of your arousal would linger around him. "always ready in case i changed my mind, little omega cunt was just begging for me to fuck you good"
you can't even bite back and tell him that he's wrong
"didn't even try touching yourself, did you, sweetheart? can't satisfy yourself the alpha does", he coos, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating through the room
how'd he know? you thought you had been discreet, that you had done a good job at keeping your desire at bay
"and still so fucking impatient, squeezing me 'cause you can't wait for me to fucking ruin you. isn't that right, sweetheart?" – your stomach flips at his next words. "what should i do with you, hm?"
your hands grip tighter onto his arms, wrapping around his triceps pathetically
"think i should teach you patience", he leans down, breath hot against your ear. "i have an idea", he says, breaking into a dangerous grin
his head tilts as he pretends to think, length tearing through your cunt. you flutter pathetically around him, trying to prepare yourself for whatever consequence he is about to declare
"don't cum until i tell you to", he slows and your eyes widen. "if you don't, i'll go easy on you, but if you do," his eyes like pools of obsidian darken. "i get to make you cum as many times as i want. until you can't anymore"
you sob, but he cuts you off with a nip to your collarbone. "sounds good?"
you give in, barely able to utter a yes before his pace increases again – fast
this shouldn't be too hard. you can be good for him. you can—
just when you think you can hold off, taehyun sits back, draping your legs over his thighs, angling himself to deliver perfect hip rolls right into your sweet spot – at an alarming speed too, tongueing at the corner of his mouth
you gasp, followed by a shrill wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head
no no no, not there. he'll have you cumming in record time if he keeps his unforgiving onslaught up
his eyes on you are wicked as he taunts, "that's it, that's the spot right there, hm?"
the obscene, slick cadence between your thighs become even louder as he fucks your releases back into you. it takes everything in you to not succumb to the raw pleasure, your pussy stuttering around him, breasts bouncing with every rock
you try to think about something, anything but the way he slams into you without mercy. "t-taehyun, i can't—"
"feels so good, doesn't it, sweetheart?" the earlier sweetness in his voice gone, replaced by a wicked taunt. "sweet little pussy can't resist when alpha fucks you like this. 'can feel you gripping my cock"
you shake your head no rapidly, his words almost making you slip
"still haven't given you permission to cum" he mocks. "but you're still going to do it, aren't you?"
your cunt's quivering obscenely with the effort of holding back and taehyun clicks his tongue, displeased – nostrils flaring slightly. he thrusts even harder, cock ramming against that yummy spot, caressing aggressively against your slippery walls
"no! please– oh please, taehyun—"
you're reduced to a puddle of whimpery gasps, going cross eyed when his thumb caresses over your clit, drawing slick, expert circles over it that make your mind short-circuit. your knees draw together in an attempt to push him back, but he only pries them apart and you're so focused on not clamping down on his cock, you barely provide any resistance. a hand shoots to his wrist, desperately trying to pry him off, but to no avail. you're no match for his strength – your actions only making him press harder
you pant and flail, mewling when you feel him rub you just right
"fuck fuck fuck—!" you burst with an inaudible cry
taehyun works your gummy insides until you gush, hot slick splattering from where he's ramming into you until every wave is ridden out – until your thighs are trembling and you're shaking helplessly as you try to come down. he purposely drags it out, until you whine and whimper for him to slow down. he makes sure you feel every pulse of your release and how you grip him, that you know he felt you shatter around his length – that you had enjoyed every second of it, even when you were trying to hold back
he lowers himself – your trembling hands bracing against his chest and you hide your face in his shoulder, still whimpering in the unending aftershocks
taehyun tsks, "such a dirty girl. can't even obey one command and cum when i tell her to"
"a-alpha–"
his tone drops to a whisper that makes you gulp, "now i'm gonna make you cum as many times as i want"
god – and he does, he fulfills that promise
there are no thoughts in your head besides taehyun, his cock, his cum, his hands, lips and teeth on your skin and his beautiful, deep moans and grunts. it's all him
he's not much different than you, the only thing on his mind is you – your nails leaving marks all over his skin, your screams and cries, your pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter and your still quaking thighs. it all just made him want to fuck you harder. see just how far he can push you, turn you into his little cum-hungry, cock-addicted omega
his alpha rages at him to knock you up, to pump you so full of his cum you'll surely be pregnant by the end of this week. all that talk of yours earlier when you were on your knees – about having his pups only fuels him now
fuck and you just take it. you take all of him so well
you're so pliant, so obedient, so fucking unresisting and easy for him, he almost can't believe it. it doesn't help that you cry and beg for more more more – starved omega cunt just begging for his release again, milking him so good he thinks this must be what heaven feels like. you're just so slick, sticky, slippery and tight and he can already tell you're going to pull so many loads out of him
whatever refractory period you had with jungwon is non-existent with taehyun — he makes sure of that, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you like it's an art he's mastered and excels in and fuck, you wouldn't blame him if he were to walk around with a massively inflated ego by the end of this week
you've lost count of the amount of times you've moaned and screamed, "don't stop" , "keep going" , "right there"
there's an old saying that an alpha can walk and talk however he likes if his omega's happy. god, you're a little more than just "happy" right now. you're out of your mind, ascending out of your body, addicted to the high he's got you on
he's fueled with coiled, simmering pride
you let him consume you, destroy you, ruin you, take you apart
you're unbelievably still turned on, ovaries rejoicing at the thought of harvesting more cum from him. you crave what you know only he can give you – and that is to fuck you full until you're sore
a dull ring cuts through you and taehyun's rough rousing – an urgent vibration shaking the nightstand on his side of the bed which you had claimed. you'd left your cellphone here for tonight's date, not having wanted any distractions, but it seems the person on the other side of the line is persistent
taehyun huffs in frustration, hips slowing only the slightest bit as he reaches for the device, turning the screen for you to see
your blood runs cold upon reading the caller-id
yang jungwon
along with a few more missed calls
"motherfucker", you hear taehyun curse under his breath, voice steely and laced with venom. "what the fuck does he want?"
"i- i don't know– taehyun!" a harsh thrust cuts off the whine. you don't understand. you had blocked him. he had no access to you. this didn't make any—
"answer it", taehyun suggests, tone light like he had simply asked you to peel an apple
"no, we shouldn't—" "pick up the call, sweetheart", he gives you a particularly hard thrust, eyes boring into yours compelling you to obey. with a shaky hand, you reach out and answer the call
"h-hello?" you blush at the way you desperately try – and fail – to keep your voice even
"pretty" – his voice sounds from the speaker and you shudder. "took you long enough to pick up"
taehyun bites back a growl, rutting his length harder into you instead. you bite down on your bottom lip in an attempt to keep your depraved noises and breaths at bay
"we're having another pack meeting soon. father expects you to be there and so do i— what the fuck are you doing? — y/n?"
you catch taehyun's snarl. he hates the manner in which jungwon speaks to you, wanting nothing but to wring his neck at the tone and language the insolent alpha used
"think you should ask yourself that question. what the fuck do you think you're doing?" taehyun spits and you cling tighter onto him. "what are you doing calling my omega?"
you can almost see it, how jungwon has gone still on the other side of the line, stunned – but like the menacing devil he is, he decides to mask it by taunting taehyun further
"your omega? what makes you so sure of that?" it's your turn to snarl, a loud mewl cutting through jungwon's speech. "sooner or later, she'll come crawling back to me. it's all she knows, all she's good for"
jungwon's arrogance and confidence in his manipulative tactics and old tricks amuses taehyun, tickles him as he drags the phone to where jungwon has a clear, unmistakable sound, of the wet smack of your bodies colliding with one another
his hand settles against your throat, not applying any pressure, fingers simply resting there. the cool metal of his silver bracelet grazes your collarbone, drawing a soft gasp from you, enough to grab your attention. taehyun smiles triumphantly, an idea forming quick in his mind. if your thick-headed ex wouldn't believe him, he'll just make you tell him yourself
"tell him i claimed you, sweetheart", he commands, tone leaving no room for protest or disobedience
"he— t-taehyun claimed me", you choke out around wanton gasps and whimpers
"tell him you belong to me"
"i– i belong to him– i belong to taehyun– fuck! alpha–!" you scream when his cockhead kisses your cervix, a delicious pressure thumping so fucking deep inside – deeper than jungwon could ever get
"tell him you're never going back to him"
"i'm never going back to you– i'm— i— t-taehyun—"
"that's right, sweetheart. that's my good girl", he praises, placing the softest of kisses to your lips – a stark contrast to the brutality of his thrusts
he clicks off the speaker, lifting your phone to his mouth. "you heard her loud and clear this time, jungwon. she's not in your pack anymore and she's not coming to your pack meeting", he growls, "she's mine."
shivers travel down your spine, your moans and cries becoming shameless
"call this number again and see what happens. i won't repeat myself next time", he ends the call before the alpha on the other end can respond, tossing the device somewhere on the bed and his rough fucking only increases. the hand on your throat squeezes now and your eyes roll back and flutter shut once more
the sound of the bed now banging against the wall barely registers to you
you just know that jungwon, wherever he finds himself, is fuming. he'd never been able to coax this level of submission out of you, never had you instantly obey every command of his like this
"he has the fucking audacity to call my omega"
your head spins at taehyun's uncovered possessiveness – oh, how you've been waiting for this day
"you wanted my pups, sweetheart?"
you're so, so far gone when your core ignites at the thought, words tumbling out before you can stop them. "y-yes alpha, please"
he only laughs, high on the power trip your willing submission gives him. "maybe i should give you my pups. show that fucker who owns you"
you clench hard around him at that and it only makes him scoff louder, a shiver racing down his spine at the possibility of getting you knocked up
"look at you. you like this, don't you? wanted alpha to fuck you like this since you first saw me, huh sweetheart?"
oh god oh god oh god
"y-yes, alpha! p-please, i'm gonna—"
you barely finish the sentence, nails digging into his triceps as another orgasm crashes into you, screams turned feral. he pistons harder, faster as you beg for him not to stop, to keep going. every push into your sopping warmth pushes you higher and higher up his bed, thrusts hard enough to shatter your pelvic bones and leave you crippled. you can only cry and wail as taehyun makes you cum again and then again, slick flowing and splattering, making an absolute mess of yourselves and the sheets
he sits up and a hard smack lands square on the side of your thigh. it snaps you out of your drunken haze for a mere second to catch onto what he says – commands in that low tone that leaves no space for disobedience
"not done with you yet", he slows to a stop. you want to whine and protest, awaiting his instruction eagerly. "turn around for me, ass up"
your pulse spikes – he's asking you to present
there's a moment of gentleness from him as he detangles himself from you, pressing a tender kiss to the inside of your knee
jungwon never did this. his rut was always an excuse for him to be rougher, to treat you harsher without consequence. taehyun's unexpected gentleness is new to you. compelled by the tugging in your heart and the affection that makes a home in your chest, you move quickly, settling yourself on all fours before lowering your torso to the mattress, arching your back to give him a clear view of your swollen pussy, glistening in yours' and his cum
one sweep of his gaze over you has the alpha reeling, cock aching with the need to knot you again
the first thing you feel are his lips on your backside – a lingering kiss and then another. his hands, reverent and careful accompany them, brushing along your skin in appreciation
"my perfect girl", he whispers and you almost tear up again
his lips make their way up your spine, hands circling warm around your waist before you feel his tip prod at your entrance
"safeword?", he asks, smearing your juices around your folds and sliding the length over your clit – creating a delicious squelch
you moan softly, "no, keep going"
another peck of his lips and then – "good girl", before he slides in all the way. you moan out, pushing your hips back onto him
taehyun's gaze drops between your bodies, drinking in the perfect, sinful arch of your back – pretty for him, the plush curve of your ass offered up to him and your cunt, glistening and greedy, swallowing his cock with a hunger that's nothing short of depraved, like you haven't had enough
the rolls of his hips are languid, slower now while he feels out your warmth, hands gripping harder at your waist, hips and ass. drawn out sighs and rough groans sound out from behind you and find yourself wishing you could see him like this, watch the way every muscle in his torso flexes with every delicious thrust, every precise hip roll
"alpha, more", you moan out again. you're sure you're drooling onto the sheets, arching deeper just for him
"more?", he asks, wavering
you can tell he's fighting with his alpha again, fighting the instinct to absolutely brute through your swollen, leaking cunt in this position. "fuck, y/n, i'm trying to give you a break—"
"make me take it"
he huffs – your words enough to flip that switch in him again. a dumb, blissful smile begins to form on your face as he takes you harder, meaner again. he can hear it in your voice: you're challenging him
you hear him snarl, hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pressing you further into the mattress
you're still so fucking mouthy, provoking him like this, just like you had in the restaurant
"still need to fuck the luna out of you, it seems", he tsks, breathing rugged, still fighting to hold back
"fuck yes taehyun don't stop", your eyes roll to the back of your skull when he angles his thrusts just right. taehyun growls, eyeing the bedframe that bangs hard against the wall, screws coming loose. "you're gonna make me cum—!" you warn through heavy intakes of air, your hands clawing at the sheets only fueling his pursuit of bringing you to your high
"yeah? make a mess again?" he taunts and god, you can hear the smirk in his voice – like the way he's fucking you doesn't exert him, not even one bit
it doesn't help that the evidence of your pleasure drips down his balls which smack heavy and powerful against your swollen clit, every punch and drag of his cock rattling you into oblivion
"harder, alpha please!" you cry and he curses under his breath
"fuck, any harder than this and we're gonna break this bed, sweetheart"
the thought makes makes you pulse and squeeze tight around him, whimpering when his hands pull you back and forth firmer. fucking hell, you're just begging to be ruined
you open your eyes enough to glance at the headboard, your vision blurred by a mixture of tears, ruined mascara and the hair that's covered your face. you don't care about the bed or the headboard, you need him deeper, harder – need him to make sure you're unable to walk when he's done with you. an idea sparks in your mind, rebellious and defiant and you know taehyun in his rut won't be able to resist
you open your mouth to spew a threat, threat which backfires, because you learn a lesson very quickly: never challenge taehyun
"taehyun, if you don't fuck me through this mattress— oh my god!"
the pounding collision of skin on skin cracks through the air. his hips batter hard against your ass, harder than he's ever taken you before and it's not long before you feel his tip slamming into your cervix
the crack in the headboard deepens with every collision of the bed with the wall
taehyun leans down, firm chest pressed to your back and his voice is sinister as he drawls, "this what you wanted, sweetheart? 'to finally shut you up?" his breath hot on your ear
all you manage are screams and mewls of his name, pathetic gasps and cries harmonizing with his guttural grunts
"fucking begging me to split you apart on this cock. what, now you can't take it?" his hips snap harder against yours, balls smacking more obscene against your sensitive clit
the thud of the bedframe becomes background noise to you, the only thing you're able to hear is him – his melodic moans that begin to blend with sexy, unfiltered grunts
a sharp spank makes you yelp, taking the sheets between your teeth – you feel and hear the silver on his wrist jingle with the impact
"c'mon, fuck yourself back on it", he growls
wet obscene squelches sound from between your thighs, taehyun's length glistening every time he pulls out all the way to the tip, slamming back in to the hilt. you squirm to obey him, please him, working your hips back onto his. your desperate little motions are weak, sad attempts at grinding backward into his lap, considering every thrust of taehyun's sends you stumbling forward. if not for his hands having a grip of steel on your hips and around your neck, you would certainly collide with the cracking headboard
your throat begins to feel raw, but you don't care. not when he's pounding away at your pussy, moulding your insides to his length – your throbbing cunt a dead giveaway of the thrill you find in his rough treatment, the friction against your walls both delicious and overwhelming
another spank!
"look at you. dripping with my cum and still asking for more. still so fucking tight too. haven't fucked you hard enough, have i?"
the filth only spurs your orgasm on. you feel his knot forming, every vein on the swelling length pulsing against your walls
"alpha—! c-close—"
"yeah? go ahead. cum all over my cock 'cause thats the only thing you know how to do" he mocks and you revel in it
loud, ferocious moans and sobs are punched out of you with every thrust, his cock abusing that spongy spot, turning your brain into absolute mush. with another deliberate thrust against it, you let go, allowing your orgasm to take over and the pleasure to wrack you – every bone, fiber and muscle. you squeeze impossibly tight around him, almost preventing his thrusts, but he fucks you through it – strength and stamina never faltering, chasing his own release
you're shaking, knees wobbling where they're spread on the mattress, vision blurring with more tears. you hiss and clamp down tighter on him when both of his hands wrap around your throat
he delivers one, two then three brutal thrusts before the bed finally gives in, succumbing to the impact of his powerful slams, collapsing flat on the bedroom floor. a guttural grunt sounds from the depths of his chest as he spills into you, knot swelling to its full size
you squirm and whine at the stretch, "alpha! b–big– too big–!" – desperately trying to crawl away
taehyun stalks close after you, not allowing you to inch away, hands around your throat and the back of your neck firming. "take it", he growls against your ear
he leans forward – hard chest sweaty against your back, pressing as deep as he can possibly get. his cum – so much of it – pumps warm and copious into your womb as he lifts you, pulling you to sit up against him, tilting your head into a soul-stealing, smothering kiss. he continues to grind with force with you seated in his lap, groaning into your mouth. his strength alone lulls you into submission, humming and sighing sweetly against him, omega overjoyed at the feel of his cum spilling out around him
the two of you still, simply savoring the closeness between you, until your lungs burn with the need to breathe
his thumb brushes over your cheek when you part. you huff out a quiet laugh when you feel him, still impossibly hard inside you
"shit, sweetheart", he exhales, disbelieving of the fact that his body continually stays ignited for you
it had usually taken him a good couple of minutes to recuperate after popping a knot, even in rut
but with you – you keep him on fire and charged in a way that is new to him
he glances at the headboard and so do you, your eyes widening as you blink away the messy mixture of makeup and pleasure
multiple cracks and fractures line the frame – caved dark wood shattered against wall and a few stray screws scattered on the mattress and the floor, bolts hanging uselessly from the sad, flimsy excuse of a structure. the sight makes you gulp and it's taehyun's turn to breathe out a chuckle against your hair
"told you we were going to break the bed"
"oh my god", you chuckle with him, your turn to be in disbelief
you were situated significantly lower than you were moments ago, the foundation of the bed having caved too when the structure came tumbling down
and tonight is only the first night of his rut
he sighs, strained when his length twitches inside of the warmth of your walls. the rhythmic pulse of your cunt does little to distract taehyun from the urge to delve deep into you once more, even more so when you wiggle your ass in his lap
"want more", you hum, hand coming up to cup the back of his head, pulling him down for another kiss
taehyun wants to stop, wants to give you a break, but when you're still this desperate and needy for him, he can't resist. the kiss is filthy, sloppy as you both are fucked out, yet still humming like live-wires with overwhelming heat
his knot finally eases and your body shivers as taehyun carefully pulls out, smirking when his and yours releases spill warm from your entrance, ruining and coating his cock and the sheets. you feel strong arms encircle your waist and taehyun manhandles you to where he's lying down, pulling you on top of him, right into his lap
your mind reels with anticipation as you plant your palms flat on his solid chest. you've thought about this far too many times this week
— what it would be like to be on top, what it would be like to take charge, to make him lose his mind, make him lose control. you start to rock steady, sliding your folds along his cock and his hands come to settle on your hips
the room smells of sex, sweat and cum, akin to a hot beach day, this time tainted with vanilla and both of you are equally obsessed with it
his fingers trace over the softness of your thighs, trailing down to where you still need him. you feel a delicate touch to your folds, caressing you with gentle inspection
it's a stark contrast to his hips lifting in hard strokes against your wetness. you keen into his touch
"taehyun", you sigh out dreamily, "want you"
"i know, sweetheart" he purrs, gathering a mixture of your juices on the backs of his fingers. you protest when he brings them up to his mouth, tongue lapping out lazily against the digits
fuck, how does he manage to make everything look so sensual and tempting?
you watch his eyes roll to back of his skull, head lulling back with a groan. "we taste so good together" he moans and before you can stop him again, his hand is back between your thighs, scooping and lifting another dollop of the opalescent mixture to your mouth
"open up" he coaxes and your lips wrap around his fingers
you hum when the perfect blend of vanilla and mandarin, bittersweet and syrupy melts over your tongue, entrancing you immediately
your omega swoons as you feed off of his hand, even holding onto his wrist, tongue swirling around his fingers, suckling around the digits
"fuck", he curses under his breath with a proud smile. he's turning you into himself, making you every bit as obsessed as him
when you've cleaned his fingers well enough to your satifcation, you pop his hand out of your mouth, placing it around your throat instead. "alpha" you moan, "please", rocking against his length, meeting his strokes
he motions for you to lift as he takes ahold of his length, lining himself up with you and you sink down slowly – or so you think
your body meets his length with faint resistance and your face scrunches into that cute frown that makes taehyun coo, struggling to hold yourself up
he comes to your aid quickly, arms cupping under your thighs, holding you up with ease
"taehyun, you're s-so big" you huff out, cunt leaking over his cock
"easy sweetheart, take it slow" he instructs, slipping just the fat cockhead past your entrance. you gasp when your body opens up, when your pussy flutters around the thickness. that's the trick – when he talks you through it, your body attuned to the sound of his voice
"keep talking" you blush and a knowing, triumphant grin breaks out on his face
he gathers you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your nape once you're close. his voice, like silk drawls right against your ear. "yeah? stay right there – just the tip. work just the tip for me. just like that"
holy fuck, you nearly moan
you love when he talk to you like this. it's the sexiest thing ever – and it doesn't help that his tip and your folds make these squelching sounds, similar to wet suctioning kisses every time you slide it in and out. you're panting at this point, drunk on him and bewitched by his patient guidance
"that's it. hear that, sweetheart? sound so perfect f'me" he nips at your flesh
you clutch onto his shoulders when he continues, "now work in another inch for me. yeah– good girl"
the praise sends a flood between your thighs, making the slip easier. you have no idea how taehyun is holding back, considering he looks and sounds just as worked up as you
he can see it in your eyes, your body language. you're eager for him, all of him. you just need to take it slow, for now. he works another few inches inside, arms and hands guiding you along his cock. the length accidentally slips out with a lewd slap, sliding against your clit and you gasp, small and soft
taehyun's self restraint's now hanging on by a thin thread. your omega calls for his alpha, begging him to just brute through your walls and fill your womb with his seed. the lewd noises get louder, increasing in rhythm as you rock faster with his help, guiding him to your entrance once more and you sink down fully, taking the entirety of his length in
you whimper pathetically. you don't think you'll ever get used to the stretch and pressure of him – and he hits much deeper in this position
his hands now settle around your waist, ready to start his own pace when you sit back up and begin working him. sweat gathers on his forehead, bearing his teeth as his lower abdomen burns. his hands brush his hair back, biceps bulging with the action and you pulse around him at the flex, especially when he sighs breathily, placing his hands behind his head, giving you that slow once over
you begin to rock onto him, lifting your hips enough to bounce. a loud and wanton moan sounds from you at the feel, the press of him only deeper. you do it again and then again, fueled by the visual of taehyun laid out so irresistibly beneath you, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, dimple protuding
he watches you like a hawk, brows drawing in an unimpressed line. his voice is gruff when he speaks this time. "so are you going to let me take over or are you just gonna keep bouncing until you can't anymore?"
all you do is moan out, stubborn and drunk on his cock. you don't want his help. you want to prove a point, make him feel good too, show him you can be in charge
you lift once more and the drag of him, every ridge and vein brushes deliciously against your walls, plopping down again, sinking him balls deep. the soft slap of skin against skin nearly makes you drool. you can feel him in your stomach, tip reaching deeper and deeper with every bounce, increasing your pace
but fuck, you can't deny the way your thighs do start to burn, the way you struggle to bounce consistently at the speed that you want, the speed that you need
when taehyun decides he's had enough of watching you labour, his hands grip hard onto your hips
"let me take over" he grunts, thrusting upward to prove his point. your brows furrow, mouth dropping open. god, it's so much more powerful than your pitiful attempts at riding him
you slide him in and out, hips seeking more friction, but your legs are numb – weak and tired from your previous orgasms
you're still stubborn – you just want to please him. he's pleased you so much, taken charge every time. you've always had to prove yourself to jungwon. it's no surprise you feel like you have to do the same for taehyun
he can see you struggling, hears you babbling about making him feel good, taking charge, wanting to return the favor, please him like an omega should
that ticks him off
he knows what this is about – and he wants to strip you of your need and guilt to give back to him and return the favor for taking care of you. that selfish fucker probably trained you into doing all the work, into "proving" yourself to him. the thought just makes taehyun red-hot and angry all over again
his nostrils flare and he plants his feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up hard and knocking you forward. you release a sharp gasp. "taehyun–!" you want to scold him, but your voice projects itself as a mere whine
he does it again and again, slow and deep, every thrust increasing in speed. his hand wraps around your throat again, bringing you close to speak directly in your ear. "i'm not letting you be in charge" he growls, hips beginning to piston up. you mewl, gripping onto his forearm, feeling the hard muscles flex beneath your fingers
oh how taehyun loves your flimsy grip, like you don't know if you want him to push you harder or pull away and relent
every hard thrust tempts you into submission. you feel the control slipping from your fingers. "i want to please you alpha—! i need to—"
the sound of a sharp spank! resonates through the room and you jolt, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. he's jackhammering up, pushing perfect hip rolls into your sweet spot
"how many times do i have to tell you, you don't have to do any work with me?"
"i just want be good for you, alpha" you cry, tears forming along your waterline as your eyes plead with his. taehyun softens. he knows where this is coming from, knows jungwon has manipulated you in the past, that he undoubtedly made you feel like you weren't good enough in bed
over taehyun's dead fucking body
"i know, sweetheart" he soothes, still knocking into you mercilessly. "you don't have to prove anything to me"
this time, you do let it out, heart clenching behind your ribcage. warm tears trail down your face and he's quick to wipe them away
"you're being so good for me already. just want you to sit pretty and let alpha make you feel good, okay?" he instructs. "can you do that for me?"
you sob and nod, not trusting your voice
"there we go"
his pace only picks up from this point and you're rendered brainless, cunt crying and dripping around his cock as he takes you like this, as he brings you to another orgasm. he draws an endless stream of whimpers and cries from your throat as he watches you closely, seeing you lose yourself to the pleasure
that familiar smug grin returns in an instant
"he had you working hard, huh?" taehyun scoffs and you squeak when his arm tightens around your waist, the other around your throat, steering you more fervently on his cock. "this is how i like you. with me you just have to take it, sweetheart"
your mind reels at the filth he begins to spew at you, pussy fluttering with more slick
"just have to let alpha fuck you good"
"there she is, opening up for me nicely"
"pussy can't get enough of me, huh? cock-obsessed girl. can't stop cumming on it, can you, sweetheart?"
"pretty little thing can only think of getting fucked hard and split apart on this cock"
your moans have become obscene, slutty, drawn-out. your lip is tucked cruelly between your teeth and you bite down so hard you taste something metallic
he's driving you insane
you can barely keep up, recovering from one orgasm and then tumbling into the next. you can only register his voice, his cock fucking you relentlessly, without falter, his hands gripping and guiding your hips, rock hard abs flexing beneath your fingers every time you lose balance, placing them anywhere you can reach on his torso
"tell me how much you love my cock"
"love your cock so much alpha, want it all the time" you sob, thighs shaking
"tell me you don't want me to stop"
"don't want you to stop— fuck! taehyun, i'm gonna come–"
"that's right, sweetheart. come for me. come all over this cock"
you release around him at the command, moans increasing in volume when he doesn't stop, only driving up higher. you're close again within seconds, every gaspy inhale a telltale sign. taehyun's brows are furrowed in concentration, abs flexing with every thrust upward into your quivering, sopping cunt
his lip's caught between his teeth, keeping a close eye on your face. he hisses when he feels you clamping down again, fucking more precise into that spot that has you seeing stars, that has you crying out louder and has your nails digging into his skin
this orgasm is going to ruin you – catching up to you fast
you're a flustered mess on top of him, unable to formulate a proper thought – pussy swelling and throbbing around him obscenely
he's hitting all the right spots repeatedly, mercilessly and the pressure in your lower belly becomes too much to contain
"c'mon sweetheart, don't hold back. come for alpha. yeah, just like that, fuuuck—"
you let go again, this time with an earth shattering cry, slick squirting abundantly from between your thighs. your eyes squeeze shut, completely losing your balance as your orgasm slams into you. taehyun's arms wrap around your shaking body in an instant, sitting up and cradling you to his chest
you sob as your pussy continues to spasm wildly around his cock, unable to stop gushing and quivering. taehyun moans deep, hissing through his teeth at the feel. your arms loop around his shoulders as he eases in and out, much slower
"that's it, easy girl. take deep breaths for me" he soothes, a hand stroking through your hair
he holds you until the shaking stops, until the very last shiver wracks your body and you're able to put together a sentence
your face is burried in his shoulder while you still gasp for air, completely and utterly ruined. he places a kiss against your hair. "good girl, cry it out" and then — "you still with me?"
you huff out a laugh, nodding. "j-just give me a minute" you manage while trying to catch your breath. "holy shit, taehyun. you almost snatched my soul"
you feel the rumble in his chest against yours when he chuckles deeply, "that's the plan, sweetheart"
god. he's a sorcerer, you're convinced of it – using his magic to ensnare every fiber of your being. he cups your face, bringing your lips to his in a proud kiss. "you came so good for me. fuck, the bed's a mess"
you both chuckle through uneven breaths as you look around you and indeed, the sheets are crumpled, soaked and stained in cum and pleasure. when your eyes return to his, you don't fail to notice the fire still behind them. your gaze drops to his mouth when he draws you in again and again and you huff as he simply gives you loud, exaggerated pecks instead of deepening the kiss
"taehyun" you whine and he laughs at how fussy you've become. you're just so easy to tease
"safeword?" he asks once you've gathered your breath and you hope the way your walls squeeze around his still hard length is enough of an answer, his teasing enough to get you needy again
just how many rounds can taehyun go?
you slot your lips with his, whispering against them, "no. keep going" and he flips you back over, this time pressing his mouth against yours with more fervor, tongue meeting yours with urgency
you're sensitive, so sensitive when he pulls out, carefully pushing back in. you find yourself grateful you and taehyun had gotten your contraception taken care of earlier this week. your omega still craves his knot, knowing he has plenty of cum loads to give, not wanting a single drop to go to waste
a hand curls into his hair, allowing him to press you into the mattress as he begins to move again, slow
you wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him closer as he finally deepens his kiss, humming into your mouth. your ankles press into the backs of his thighs, urging him to give you more – and he does, building a faster rhythm. your moans and whimpers spur him on and it's not long before he's fucking the thick, heavy length into you, building you up to another release, chasing his own
he hits deeper with every thrust, tip kissing your cervix and he grunts into your mouth. your walls clench around him, longing for another orgasm, longing for his knot and for his thick cum to fill you
everything was going good, every second had felt good, but suddenly, it was all too overwhelming, too much, too deep
you whimper shakier against his mouth, nails raking along his shoulders
you can hold out. you can be good for him, you tell yourself. you still want him, don't want him to stop. it's just too fast and too deep all at once
"h-hurts" you choke out, immediately regretting the word the second it slips out of your mouth
your eyes squeeze shut as taehyun lifts himself onto his palms, brows furrowing as he hovers over you. ever-attentive, he immediately slows down. "it's not supposed to hurt, sweetheart. give me the safeword and i'll stop, right now"
you wrap your thighs tighter around him. "no– please don't stop. i-i meant, it hurts so good—"
your words don't convince him this time. "y/n, it shouldn't be hurting at all"
you bite down on your bottom lip, tears welling behind your closed eyelids. taehyun won't have that. "open your eyes, look at me sweetheart" he coaxes you open with a hand cupping your face. you do as he asks with mild difficulty
one look into your eyes has the realization dawning on him
"did he hurt you like this?"
the question pained him to ask, like he knew what the answer would be – and that it would wreck him. his concerned gaze searches yours. you can't find your voice so all you manage is a nod and a sob
for the first time in a long time, taehyun feels his heart break
that absolute motherfucker. who could ever want to hurt you? your alpha momentarily sees red. he should tear jungwon to shreds. if taehyun wasn't stuck in rut, he'd be at that pack house by tomorrow morning, murdering enha-pack's head alpha – and he'd make sure there'd be nothing of him left
anger, hurt and sorrow burns in his chest for you. you never deserved this. how could he hurt you like this? how could anyone hurt you like this? – and worse, how could he convince you that this was okay?
taehyun wordlessly shakes his head, slowing down even more
you protest, voice meek, "taehyun, i want you to feel good—"
"no"
it's soft, but final and loaded with emotion and it quiets you immediately
"please y/n. just do as i say" he almost begs. "feel me, right here, sweetheart" he presses down on the outline of him in your lower belly, working against your sweet spot. it's slow and deep, but this time, not deep enough to hurt – just enough to feel good and turn your brain into mush
your eyes flutter shut. "t-tae—hyunnn—" you moan his name, feeling a different kind of overwhelm
"tell me how it feels" he coaxes, voice low and gentle. he watches you closely, eyes following the way you bite down on your lip and the way tears begin to cascade down your temples
"it f-feels good, so good alpha" you breathe out between gasps and whimpers
"doesn't hurt at all? you don't need me to slow down more?"
"no, this is perfect"
"there we go, sweetheart. this is how you should feel, every single time. this is what the safeword is for" he informs, working against that mouthwatering spot again and again, so slow and steady and you feel your orgasm building and approaching once more
your warmth's spilling slick, so much of it and you're moaning uncontrollably through your sobs and tears, wet squelches of your pleasure reaching yours and taehyun's ears
"it's not about me– fuck, it's never just about me. it's about us, feeling good together, you hear me?"
you give him a small nod, but it's not enough for him. "open your eyes, look at me sweetheart, please"
he needs you to understand this, to grasp and relearn it until you've internalized it
it doesn't matter if he's in rut or not. what he wants doesn't matter if it's not what you want. he needs you to know and understand that he'll only ever feel good when you feel good
you do as he asks, finding his eyes. obsidian, deep and warm is fixed on you, thumbs wiping away your tears
"understand?" he tries again and you nod, "yes, alpha. i understand"
"that's my good girl" he affirms, placing the most featherlight kiss against your lips that completely melts your resolve and etches away your unease and pain
"i love you" he whispers against your lips as you breathe him in, brows furrowed in seriousness
the confession makes your breath hitch, eyes flickering between his
"i don't ever want to hurt you. you let me know when i do. i don't care if i have to hold myself back. is that understood?" he asks, a hand sliding down to your little bundle of nerves. your body sings, arching into him, into his slow, long strokes
you focus hard on not letting your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "y-yes, alpha— oh my god—" you choke out, mind numbing on the pleasure he brings to you
"good girl. now cum for me again. show alpha how good you feel"
taehyun doesn't even have to finish the command. you're already spasming around him, milking him for all he's worth – the sound of his name on your tongue a prayerful whisper. your hands clutch onto his arms as he talks you through it, talks you through the shakes, the aftershocks and the high. "there we go, let it all out for me, sweetheart"
he groans, slotting his lips to yours and your heart soars
you don't fight more tears from falling. so this is it. this is what it feels like to be made love to – to be loved selflessly
taehyun had placed you far above himself. even in rut, he still considers you more important, his first priority. he never wants to be the cause of your discomfort and pain, never wants you to go through any of what you've gone through in your previous relationship
you cum for what feels like forever, taehyun knowing just how to prolong every ounce of your pleasure, making sure to set a new standard
not too long after, you feel him spill into you, knot locking him into place. he presses soft kisses to you, arms wrapping themselves snug around your waist, holding you close. he cradles your trembling body warm in his embrace. only when you come down, does he lift his head, finding a blissed little smile on your face
glassy eyes stare up at his adoring ones and he bares his teeth in a smile of his own
"i love you" he repeats it once more
it comes out bearing weight, like a promise and your entire being keens and dips into warmth
he'd compliment you right now, tell you how beautiful you look like this, how perfect you are for him, but a compliment simply wouldn't suffice, wouldn't come close to describing the feeling in his chest – when you trusted him enough like this to lay yourself and your soul bare before him
he had to let you know
you've ruined him, utterly and completely – and he'd celebrate and cherish your vulnerability every single time
until you understood, until you just knew, until you allowed the knowledge of his love to become a part of you – to envelope you until there is no more fear and uncertainty left, only the sense of home
you swallow the lump in your throat, arms hugging around the wings of his back. "i love you too" you confess
he shivers, your voice washing over him and he steals your breath as his head dips and your lips meet once more
you thought you had gotten close to taehyun in the days that had passed, but you feel closer to him now more than ever – right here, in the warmth and safety of his arms, attuned to every word of affirmation that spills from his mouth – a neverending song of his devotion. the one genre he never seems to run out of, notes and keys that rewire your brain and your heart
you've finally become one with him, in every sense of the phrase
when his knot goes down, he carefully withdraws from your warmth
your lips are still caught together, limbs still tangled and more i love you's are whispered between dreamy sighs and giggles. he's content just seeing you like this
his skin is still feverish, heat radiating off of him in waves as you stay wrapped around each other. he laughs when you tease him with a mischievous question
"you think you broke your record?" you ask and he answers you with a smitten little hm?
"…how many times you could make me cum" you add, chuckling again when he laughs. you'd coo at him, tell him how cute he looks smiling from ear to ear and his dimple protudes – but you know where that will lead you
it seems you don't have to, however. taehyun already beats you to it. his voice lowers to where he's right by your ear, a low rumble which sends tingles down your spine
"oh sweetheart, i'm far from done with you"
oh god
your breath hitches as he continues, "i just think we need to take a little break." a piece of your hair is tucked behind your ear and he doesn't hesitate to capture your lips with his again, tongue sweeping into your mouth. you let him kiss you silly, moaning softly as your hands roam over his skin
he's beautiful – honey-like skin glimmering with perspiration, coated in your scent. equally yours as you are his. he's large and broad in your hands, firm too and you find that you'll never tire of the feel of him beneath your fingertips
his hands wander too, cupping and kneading the flesh of your breasts and thighs where he can reach, groaning in appreciation into your mouth
it doesn't last long before taehyun feels a stirring, burying his head into the nape of your neck. you're about to ask him what's wrong, when you feel it – he rests heavy and hard against your lower belly, precum leaking warm onto your skin
he's panting, heatwaves wracking his body and his teeth clench. your brows knit together when his forehead rests on your collarbone. "alpha—?"
"it's okay, sweetheart. i can take care of this one myself" he strains, throbbing painfully against you. another pained groan escapes him and you cup his face, making him look at you
"let me help, please" you offer. "you won't hurt me" you give him a small peck
his pupils dilate, alpha raging to take over at the sound of your voice so soft and sweet – but still, taehyun refuses to give in. "it's fine, i can just– fuck y/n"
your hand slides down between your bodies, wrapping around his aching, leaking length
"come on, taehyun" you purr, stroking him up and down, body beginning to pulse with a newfound need for him already – mate-bond claim making you adjust instinctively to his needs. "i can take it"
your voice is bathed in seduction and taehyun curses himself, curses his nature and his rut for getting turned on so easily
he's a goner when you guide his tip to your entrance, sliding him up and down your slit, right between your soaked, puffy folds. the alpha curses under his breath when you hum sweetly, bucking your hips to work him against your little bundle of nerves
his hand on the mattress fists in the sheets, caving at last. "need to clean you up first. shower?"
your heart warms, he's always wanting to take care of you. you clench around nothing, "yes, please – and afterward, we take this to the spare"
he snickers in response, "trying to break the bed there too?"
"doesn't sound like a bad idea to me. besides" you purr, "we'll still have the couch", you kiss below his ear, "the kitchen counter", below his jaw, "the walls", against his throat, "the floors. a little housewarming for me…all week long"
you feel his jaw clench, hands on your body tightening. you just love riling him up, he thinks. "now that's an idea i'll gladly take"
"yeah? show me" you hum, breathless when he slots his lips together with yours, taking his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting a sexy groan straight from his chest
oh you love how easy it is to switch him on when he's in rut
he disconnects your lips only to whisper against them, "we're seriously taking a break after the shower, though"
"fine" you respond and his tongue slips into your mouth again, devouring every sound you make. his arms curl around you, ready to lift you when a ringtone sounds from the bedside table, stopping him in his tracks. he pulls off and you whine at the loss. "i fucking swear, if it's that fucker again—"
"yeonjun?" you both voice in confusion upon reading the caller-id
taehyun sighs heavy, and this is why being next in line for head alpha is not the best position to be in. he wonders briefly how soobin does it, answering the call
"tyun! i uh– i need your help–"
"you have about thirty seconds 'till i hang up. make it quick"
the deep octave of his voice sends another shiver down your spine and you gasp as his tip slides over your clit, biting back a moan as he teases over the little bundle of nerves. you motion for taehyun to flip the two of you over and he does, watching you kiss a hot little trail down his body
"thirty seconds?! okay, uhh–! so i've told you i met my mate at the party and we've been talking for a bit. we've hung out since then, but i don't want to– i don't know, rush anything or—"
he pays the alpha on the other line little mind, sliding a hand into your hair, a dangerous grin forming on his face as he gives you that loaded once over. he follows you, sitting up and your hand scrambles to grab his phone. you squeak into his shoulder as he lifts you, making his way to the bathroom
"get to the point, yeonjun. i'm losing my patience here"
he takes the phone out of your hand, placing it on the basin counter and turning on the shower. you're pressed against the shower wall in record time, tempted to wrap your legs around him and let him slide into you, to have him take you again, slow and deep. instead, you shimmy yourself out of his arms, wordlessly sinking to your knees just like you did earlier tonight. you almost forget about your friend on the line when you take him into your hands, the length throbbing as you stroke him, pace agonizing to his rut-clouded mind
"how do i plan a date?" yeonjun's voice echoes through the space
that's enough to stop both of you in your tracks. your eyes meet, wide with half desire and impatience, half excitement for your friend
– but you're impatient, squeezing your hands around him as you lather his cock in the precum that's leaked from his tip. the last of taehyun's resolve crumbles, thrusting shallowly into your tight hold. it's not long before you sheath him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks with every inch you take
"fuck, i'll get back to you in an hour, yeah? do me a favor and hang up. my hands are occupied"
"tyun, man– don't do this to me! i really need your help—"
you see him snarl. he can't resist you much longer. your mouth is just so eager and warm, lips stretched around him, still so eager to please him despite having taken him for hours. he's usually a patient alpha, but that wears thin when his rut is coursing through his veins – the primal need to stuff you full of his cum, until it spurts out of your nose, returns in no time
he draws all the way back, pushing back in, fat cockhead hitting the back of your throat. you're unable to suppress the loud gags and moans that spill from you as he sets a brutal pace, eyes rolling to the back of his skull
the realization dawns on yeonjun. "holy shit?! y/n? fuck dude, i'm sorry—"
"yeonjun, hang the fuck up" taehyun growls and you can't help but whimper at his possessive tone. you're too far gone, drowning out their voices as you continue to suck and slurp around the heavy length
you peer up, humming around him when you see his head tipped back, water droplets cascading in hurried streams down his muscular torso, an arm braced against the shower wall over your head for stability – steam curling around him and the bathroom light creating a halo around his silhouette
"right! shit— i'll call you back!" the line finally goes dead and your alpha groans
"he seriously needs to work on his call timing" taehyun huffs, curling his fingers more firmly into your hair and you squeak. you giggle dumbly when he pulls back for a few seconds, allowing you to breathe. "ag—greed–" you splutter around the glossy mixture that drips from your lips before taking him into your mouth again, bobbing your head faster, meeting his ruts
he grunts and moans deeply, chanting your name as the band in his abdomen ignites like a wildfire. he can barely focus with you swallowing and licking around his length so fervently, massaging his balls in your hands on the upstroke, intent on making him cum
a gentle tap against your cheek makes your eyes refocus and your breath hitches upon surveying the look in his eyes. the obsidian irises are almost boba-like – warm and filled with adoration, a look only reserved for you and your own gloss over
"i love you" the declaration spills from him, overwhelming and clouding his mind just like it had earlier
these are the words that rewire you, until all you know is this: how to be loved and cherished. he'll remind you, every single time, no matter how long it takes for him to rewrite the phrase to you
despite the water overhead steaming, goosebumps erupt over your skin. your heart warms, dazed smile on your face widening, tears gathering in your waterline
"i love you too, taehyun" you whisper in return when you ease back to take in another deep breath, heart pounding in your chest as his thumb strokes lovingly over your cheek
he chuckles endearingly at how dazed you are, pressing down on your bottom lip
"that's my good girl. best girl i could've ever asked for" he praises before cupping his hands around your face and pulling you up, slotting his lips together with yours and you melt when his arms wrap around you. this time, you do ask him to take you, you do ask him to make love to you again and you preen when he scoops you into his arms once more, wrapping your legs around his waist
in his arms and hands are where you writhe, soar, let go – and it'll be in his arms and hands forever where he'll continue to unravel you, undoing every threaded pain of the past and replacing it with something gentle
and in this moment you knew – you simply knew that this is where you could rest your soul – here. with him, with the one whom the moon goddess has destined you to be with
your alpha, your mate
your taehyun
for the rest of your days
scznote: that brings us to the end of the alpha!taehyun series! i would love to know all of your thoughts and your fav lines & details! don't be shy to comment or reblog! with that said, stay tuned! x
alpha!taehyun x fem omega!reader (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 ➛ (final I)
warnings: SMUT! ALL things a/b/o, fluff, teasing, tension, possessiveness, making out (lots), begging (lots), oral (f & m.rec), fingering, "pillow princess" used inaccurately, unprotected sex (don't!), (positions: missionary, mating press), body worship, he puts her toes in his mouth, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, knotting, marking (claiming), strength kink, tyun has a consumption kink, hickeys, overuse of the pet name "sweetheart", recollections of abandonment & dysfunctional family dynamics, things get emotional a lot :3
wc: 18.0k!
scznote: it's finally here! my heart and soul went into writing this part! it took a while, but here she is, finally! do show this part some love! may contain errors! i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! x
it had been three days
three days since taehyun last touched you– well, touched you like that
the alpha had been quite horrified upon discovering your research and finding out that you needed two days worth of rest after your, well, rough rousing – but at most, taehyun believed in doing things right
and in doing things right, he meant restraint. you had been abstinent for the past three days – at least, he had clarified, until your next date
you’ve been itching for a taste of him again. the slow drag of his hands on your skin, the way he’d have you crying his name to the heavens in record time, over and over, like you couldn’t stop even if you tried, how he makes you unravel with just one command
you're ecstatic that it's finally happening tonight – and this time, you're not going to hold back
you recall the last few days with heat sparking low in your belly
it felt like you were losing your mind – especially now that you've been living in close proximity with your alpha. the both of you made the decision that you would move in with him, instead of you getting your own place. his apartment space was made for two, after all
taehyun had made sure that the process of moving your things from your father's house to his apartment was a smooth and speedy one for you and when you suggested that you split the rent, you'd been given a quick kiss to shut you up, along with a firm "absolutely not", having left no room for arguments
taehyun makes it very clear that he does not want you lifting a finger – ever
when you had said your goodbyes to your father for the last time and he had held you and told you he hopes taehyun takes good care of you, you had simply known
you had known that you would always be well taken care of, much more than you could ever fathom or imagine
now, all of this meant constantly being in his orbit, constantly being surrounded by him. not that you're complaining, no. you've never been happier in your entire life – that is, if your alpha wasn't such a goddamn tease all the time
there are a few things you've come to notice about taehyun
he loves cooking for you – and you're convinced his cooking is better than any fancy restaurant he plans to take you to in the future. he cleans too, giving you a look when you go to unload the dishwasher or wipe down the counters. you do it anyway. he shows you more of his magic tricks – this is how you've come to find that your favourite thing about taehyun is when he really concentrates on something
it's the way he looks — eyebrows furrowed, eyes focused, jaw set, hands busy
god, those hands. the way they work anything with nothing short of ease and careful practice
you can never decide between praising him, fanning yourself or blushing like a school girl with a very, very impressive crush
you don't even want to get started on the fact that he's been working out at home ever since you moved in, using anything and everything as equipment – even you
he tosses you around like you weigh nothing, enjoying far too much the gasps and squeals his rowdiness elicits from you
you had watched him pick up the chair in the livingroom without strain, repping it with one arm. if he had picked up on the way you pressed your thighs together and took deep breaths to calm yourself, he didn't comment on it, silently smug as he continued to rep away, the rippling muscles of his arms and shoulders having glistened in sweat
you don't tell him, but once when he'd stepped out of sight, you had tried picking up the very same chair he used. you had failed, miserably. only managing to lift it off the floor a few inches, mere seconds before you had let it drop down again
it had struck you, just how terrifyingly strong your alpha is
the teasing, however, never stops, even when he sings – another thing which he is infuriatingly good at
wet the bed had echoed through the hallway two days ago, you had gasped to yourself upon recognizing the tune. jupiter love had spilled from his mouth while he had you under the shower spray yesterday and ai to highball had played low in the kitchen as he chopped carrots, gaze heavy when he gave you that loaded once over. fuck, you'd almost thrown yourself right at him – but you wanted to be good. you wanted to wait, just like he had asked
lastly, he absolutely, positively hates when you call him cute – the word itself like profanity to him. it usually gets you pinned against the nearest surface, a steel-like grip holding you down, voice dripping with warning
well, it certainly gets you dripping with want, heat pulling low in your stomach when you whine for him to release you
— and even though you've packed the entirety of your wardrobe, you still find yourself reaching for his shirts, his sweaters and his hoodies. they're bathed in his scent, wrapping around you – oceanic, citrusy and familiar. he loves seeing you in them too. there's this sort of amused, but unmistakably possessive spark in his eyes when you slip into something you've pulled from his closet after a shower or a bath together
you never bathe separately anymore either
the two of you would be seated on the couch afterward, a show or movie faintly continuing in the background while his lips ghost over the column of your neck, nose tickling along your scent gland
he'd breathe you in, barely able to conceal the hunger in his voice when he whispers things like, "you look so good, smell so good, taste so good. fuck, sweetheart, i could eat you right up"
you blush every single time, slick threatening to trickle out and ruin your clean pair of panties
"c'mere", he'd coax, swiftly pulling you into his lap where he slots his lips against yours in a kiss that is nothing short of smothering, cupping handfuls of your ass. his self-restraint slips just enough to let you know that you'll never go undesired by him, even in this self-proclaimed, small period of abstinence
taehyun is, by far, the most self-controlled alpha you've ever seen so close to rut – despite his slip of composure days ago
strong arms would then wrap solid around your waist, making sure that you're warm and cozy against him. this is typically how he coaxes a venting session out of you
he'd map chaste little kisses over the skin of your neck. it's against the delicate flesh there that he would ask his prompting question – something mindful enough to ease you out of all the surging hormones from mere seconds ago, bringing you back down to earth
it's right there, in his arms, where you're shielded away from the world – from everything and everyone that once hurt you, that you open up for him
you recall to him your childhood growing up, the parts you had not told him the first night you met. memories of your upbringing with your parents come easily – memories of your mother – and the more you recall, the more you see the similarities between what was your relationship with jungwon and the cursed mate bond of your parents
it was a vicious cycle
taehyun listens carefully through all of it, reassuring touches tracing steadily, deliberate over your skin
you open up about this – how you never had anything like this with jungwon. he was cold and distant, never sparing you a touch unless he wanted it to lead to more, never paying any mind to your concerns if it didn't revolve around the pack. that was why he always called you a "handful"
the thought of leaving him back then had never made you feel like dying. it was the detachment that scared you most. at the time, you were unable to discern between those two emotions, because jungwon was family and enha-pack was all you knew
you've heard the stories – in this world, mate rejection meant immediate suicide and yet, with him you had never felt any of it: excruciating pain like pins and needles twisting into your flesh, your heart turning to ice and your soul clawing itself out from your body, crawling and tearing right through your skin
none of it
you had experienced none of it – and unfortunately, it was only then that you knew
jungwon was, in fact, not your mate
he was never meant to be yours and you were never meant to be his
you had been fine – aside from the ache of regret of years spent chasing after his love and care and the tears you shed for weeks, betrayal stung from his infidelity – all of which you had expected to experience had missed you
and as you picked up the pieces the following months, you became grateful that the moon goddess hadn't chosen you to be jungwon's mate
you were deceived, manipulated
not only by him, but by those around you – the guardians and elders who should have protected you
hell, you had thought it was normal, the way things were supposed to be between mates. you never had a true mate-bond displayed to you anyway – not between your father and mother, at least
he never wanted her, never cared for her as a mate
you had grown up watching her stare at him from across rooms, longing and grief swimming in her eyes. you had watched her shrink as the years went by, becoming a shell of the omega you were used to as a pup
you grew up witnessing the arguments, the neglect, the screaming — there was so much screaming. and cursing. he always cursed, at her
it wasn't long until she was gone
you hadn't tried to stop her when she walked out – when she left the house, the pack and even you. you didn't blame her either, not the way your father did
because you got a taste of how it felt – how it felt when you finally left that pack house, when you finally let go of the alpha whom you believed was yours. not when your eyes had opened at last and you had gotten a taste of freedom
no, you didn't blame your mother at all
at the ripe age of sixteen, your mother was gone. you were left only to watch as your father moved on. it had confused you, almost bewildered you that your father hadn't withered away. you'd heard the legends, the way the elders talked, you'd seen it – how the rejection of your mate could kill you. it had the power to end your life
perhaps that's why he hadn't dropped dead the second your mother left him – because he had never truly loved her
because they were never mates
your father, still possessive and territorial had sent out search parties for her and they had found her, thriving and alive – in a city far, far away
she hadn't died from their broken mate-bond either and the knowledge had you torn. as you presented and matured and your father gained full reigns of your life, you had started to see it for what it truly was
selfish – that's what he called her. and perhaps she was selfish for leaving everything behind, but god, the more you aged, the more you understood
in many ways, you think your father and jungwon were the exact same. they always put the pack first, others first and would always set their family last. they didn't care what it would cost them – or at least, they pretended not to
you're glad you decided to follow in her footsteps, that you had stepped out without looking back – that even if stepping out possibly meant immediate suicide, you knew you had to get out
without your mother, you grew up used to love being something rough, something that wounded – a meaningless word thrown around to control, to manipulate and to flatter
but with him — with taehyun , it's real
it's deep and raw and something that cannot be contained. it has slowly started to take over the entirety of your being, threading through you and reprogramming you with every passing moment you spend with him
it makes tears gather in your eyes at times – the gentleness of him. how he heals something he did not break, without complaint, without effort, like it's second nature to him – a task he happily accepts and completes simply with his existence
a large part of you wishes that your mother, wherever she's found herself, is getting to experience this too – that she's cherished and cared for like this
you couldn't have dreamed this up, dreamed him up – not in a million years
with him you don't have to be the leader – the luna. you can simply…exist, in his orbit, basking in the love he pours into you, because he has more than enough to give
that is why when taehyun rolls on top of you and slots his lips together with yours, you don't ask him to take you. you don't ask him to have his way with you and fuck you until you can no longer think – to offer you a release instead of comforting words – no matter how badly you ache to have him inside of you
you allow him to simply kiss you — gentle, slow and sweet. you let him take the lead, not protesting or demanding more in moments like these, when he wants to show you simple intimacy without lust
you simply submit, because he makes submission easy
after a venting session like this and of course after taehyun had kissed you silly, he'd pull back, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and soothe you with words of reassurance – rewiring your mind until all you know is gentleness, redefining phrases that were once used to control you
— which is why, as you stand in front of the mirror right now, securing the clasp of your necklace, your heart buzzes with anticipation and your body with excitement – doubt yet another thing of the past
because, tonight is the night you will finally become his – in every sense of the word
he's waiting for you, outside the apartment. he had gotten ready in the spare bedroom, insisting that when you first see each other tonight, it should be a surprise
your eyes scan your frame in the mirror one last time, smoothing over the fabric of your favorite red dress – well, the one you had saved just for tonight. you decided to go with something a little more bold, not afraid to show skin (seeing taehyun's appreciation for it on your last date) and you styled your hair and makeup to absolute perfection
you look good, better than you've ever looked and you think it has little to do with your appearance and more with how you feel
deep breaths, y/n, you smile at yourself in the mirror, grabbing everything you need and heading for the front door
and there he stands, leaning against the hallway wall opposite the door
you swallow a gasp, he looks absolutely dashing
his hair – dark and silky, falls softly around his face, parted in the middle and slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it one too many times while waiting
the black suit he wears hugs his shoulders perfectly, the sharp lines of the jacket and trousers making him look taller and broader than he already is. a black dress shirt, buttoned neatly to the collar, stretches only slightly over his chest. he doesn't wear a tie. you don't know how he pulls it off, but he does
a glint of silver on his wrist catches your eye, the metal shiny against his honey skin
you're going to have an awfully hard time keeping your hands to yourself tonight
your heart skips several beats as you clear your throat
his head lifts upon hearing the sound, eyes sparkling and lips parting, drinking you in – just like the first time he laid eyes on you
he straightens, blinking out of it, snapping his mouth shut as he swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the effort
you shut and lock the front door, making your way over to him. his hands – warm and eager, are on you immediately, unable to stop himself from drawing you closer
god, he smells good too, you note, drawing in slow deep breaths
you nearly drop to your knees, your head spinning as your omega stirs awake, nudging you to pull him back through that front door and end the night early
pull yourself together, y/n
"hi", you whisper, softly cupping his jaw
"hi", he whispers back, failing to suppress the smile that begins to take over his face and then he pauses, putting up a hand
"i have something for you"
you smile in anticipation
his eyes don't leave yours, not for a second. one moment his palm is empty, fingers closing around nothing. the next, he's opening them again. a flower – a single red peony, rests between his fingers, as if having been plucked from thin air
it matches perfectly with your dress
your silly heart stumbles over itself and you chuckle, amused as he extends his hand, holding it out for you to take – and you do, beaming down at the flower as you bring it closer to your nose, a faint sweetness tickling your senses
"thank you, taehyun", you breathe, your heels allowing you to place a kiss right at the edge of his jaw, his hand tightening on your lower back
"shall we?" he asks, extending his elbow for you to take, leading you to the elevator and then finally to his car on the ground floor
the vehicle is sleek and polished and the headlights flicker when he unlocks it. he opens the passenger door for you and you're about to step in when you see it, a gasp escaping your chest
there, on the passenger seat lay a large bouquet of red peonies, wrapped in black paper, identical to the one in your hand. you reach for it, bringing the bouquet to your chest, turning around to find him studying you with a quiet smile
your own smile widens as you look down at them, the bouquet bigger than your face. every peony the perfect shade of red, complementing your dress
"taehyun," your breathing stutters, "these are gorgeous"
"just like you", he hums
your heart leaps in your chest as he lowers his head. you tilt your chin up and your eyes flutter closed, offering your lips for a kiss, breath held in anticipation
instead, you're met with the featherlight touch of his lips to your neck and your breath hitches
"you look breathtaking, y/n", he murmurs against the skin, voice smooth, gliding over you like silk – the compliment dusting your cheeks pink
"and you look handsome", you reply, your unoccupied arm sliding around his shoulder when your knees threaten to buckle. an arm curls around you and his nose tickles your skin as he breathes you in
fuck, you smell good
it takes all of the alpha's strength not to drag you to his backseat and have his way with you right in this damned parking lot
absolutely not, taehyun, he chastises himself and his alpha – who's apparently trying to make his pants too tight before this date even starts – tonight is not the night for that
not having you for three agonizingly long days was taking its toll on him
he places one last kiss on the skin there, before begrudgingly pulling back – or so he thinks. your arm tightens around him and taehyun chuckles upon surveying your expression
"why won't you kiss me?", you pout, following him a fraction and closing the gap again
he merely smiles down at you, dimples protuding and fangs on full display, voice low and dangerous, "sweetheart, i'm afraid that if i kiss you now, i won't be able to stop"
you inhale so quickly, nearly choking on air, knees weakening at the promise swimming in his eyes
they rake over you, heavy with desire and that look alone makes you feel exposed, undressed – as though he knows the embarassing frenzy he had just set off in your gut, the pure need you're trying to conceal
"besides, i don't want to ruin your lipstick"
you whine, a warmth igniting in your core as his lips meet just below your ear, grazing the spot there when he continues, "think you can hold out for me?", his arm tightening around you
god, he just has to be an absolute tease – and you're reminded of just how worked up you were for him on that first date night when he had asked you the same thing
you're just as worked up for him right now and he's barely done anything
your voice is breathy as you surrender, "yes, alpha. i can– i can hold out, for you"
he chuckles, amused and knowing, "that's my good girl" – and you bite back another pitiful sound as he places a chaste kiss to that exact spot before pulling away
"c'mon, get in the car. we'll be late to our reservation"
taehyun's self-control hangs on by a thin thread. it certainly doesn't help that he knows you wouldn't put up a fight if he were to cross that line – he has to hold back, for the both of you
you sigh shakily, clutching onto the bouquet, withdrawing your hand from him and lowering yourself into the passenger seat. he shuts the door behind you, still wearing that smug little grin as he makes his way around the car, getting in on the driver's side and starting the engine
red, velvet and sleek
the restaurant glows in shades that match and coordinate flawlessly with yours and taehyun's attire. the space is intimate, round tables draped in rich cloth, chandeliers dimmed low to create the perfect ambience, reflecting back on the silverware
soft music drifts through the air, a jazzy tune of some sort fading into a neo bolero piece. it curls lazily throughout the room and wraps you in an atmosphere that whispers romance
your alpha's hand rests at the small of your back, guiding you toward the front counter, firm and steady as a few pairs of eyes settle on the two of you
the counter is pristine, ivory marble lined with charcoal, the perfect contrast against the crimson hues strobing from every corner. taehyun allows a moment for you to admire the interior – you, unable to tear your eyes away from how every element ties it all together, delighted and impressed that he had found and chosen such a thoughtfully curated place for your date tonight
behind the counter stands a tall male, what looks to be an alpha dressed in classic host attire – crisp white button-up, black tie, fitted waistcoat, his smile polished and practiced, well—
a flirtatious smile, taehyun notes, particularly aimed at you
his hand slides to your waist, the hold firm against your frame
"good evening, sir…m'lady," the host – what you now recognize by his scent as an alpha, says smoothly – his voice warm and a little too charming for taehyun's liking
his gaze lingers on you just a fraction longer than necessary. "do you have a reservation or shall i prepare a table for you?"
taehyun feels his eye twitch – chest growing hot
"reservation for kang", he says, voice edged a tad bit sharper than he had intended
the host – hyunjin, you read on his pristinely printed nametag, finally turns his head taehyun's way, tearing his gaze from you. you swear you can see the way his blood turns to ice. they recognize each other, of course they do. main alphas across packs tend to know each other's names and identities very, very well. he runs a nervous hand through his hair, but tries to conceal it with a smile
his eyes, however, still hold a challenge as he turns to the little screen in front of him, tapping away and nodding to himself before stepping out from behind the counter
"follow me", he beckons over his shoulder with his index and middle fingers
for a second, taehyun doesn't move. he's rigid, skin scalding hot to the touch as he eyes hyunjin moving past him, waiting expectantly for the two of you to follow
perhaps he should throttle him, smash his pretty-boy face into that counter—
"alpha"
a gentle hand on his chest and your voice – low and soft, cuts off his murderous train of thought
pride swells in taehyun's chest as the waiter looks between the pair of you
that's right, he thinks, he's the only one you call by that title
and you had said it loud and clear enough for hyunjin to hear
"c'mon", you coax softly once more, arms wrapping around his bicep, nudging him to move and follow the waiter to your designated table
it's set against a wall, covered with red, velvety wallpaper, slightly tucked away from the rest of the restaurant – your own quiet corner. from here, you have a full view of the room and the bustling movement about. it almost feels private, intimate, the perfect spot for you and taehyun to people-watch and flirt, without too many listening ears around
you take the seat that taehyun pulls out for you, a spotless chair right across from his and he keeps a close eye on the alpha setting down your menus as he settles into his own
he almost, almost grabs said alpha by the collar when he sends a wink your way as he steps away to give you some time to decide on your order – but your touch grounds him once more. you chuckle, caressing his forearm, "forget about him. don't pay him any mind"
he scoots his chair so that the back faces the wall completely. your chuckle lingers, "what are you doing—?"
the question is cut off by a gasp when he reaches down, fingers curling under the seat of your chair, not breaking eye contact as he drags you closer, your weight and all – the sound of scraping against the floor drowned out by the music, until your knee brushes his
"taehyun", you scold, though it comes out more as an exasperated whine, lacking in bite and authority
"that's better", he rasps low, pecking at the skin of your nape
fuck, that was hot
your thighs attempt to squeeze together when his hand settles itself right on the skin there, warm and possessive as he kneads the inner flesh
"let's see what's on the menu, shall we?" he simply continues – smug, as if that single act of possessiveness did not just unravel you at the seams
it's proves to be increasingly difficult to settle on a choice as taehyun's hand continues to caress up and down your thigh under the table, thumb drawing slow circles, silently driving you crazy – a secret just between the two of you
god, the night has barely started and taehyun already has you aching for him
when hyunjin returns, your alpha orders for the both of you. then and only then, does he grant you mercy, withdrawing his hand from your heated skin, intertwining his hand with yours instead
you don't miss the icy glare he sends hyunjin's way or the the way his jaw ticks – you also don't miss the way sapphire and mandarin curl around you, burning with arousal and dominance
oh, he's scenting you
you don't mind one bit. taehyun's jealousy and protectiveness is quite entertaining – and one hell of a turn on
it doesn't take long for your food and wine to arrive, taehyun filling your glasses and clinking his to yours. he feeds you bites from his plate and you feed him bites from yours, humming in satisfaction at how good it tastes
you ask about the pack and he fills you in – dynamics, the structure as well as expectations from you, nothing out of the ordinary, just standard pack morality
you gasp at one point, when he lets a tiny – huge – detail slip
"next in line for head alpha? taehyun, that's…impressive. honestly, i just thought it was yeonjun all this time since he's the eldest. that's how things worked in enha-pack"
he smiles fondly at you, "that's only if anything ever happens to soobin. which, i will make sure there won't"
you sigh dramatically, "gosh, can't escape being a luna, can i?"
you watch as his fork stills and he straightens, "i would never make that your responsibility, y/n—"
"taehyun, i'm pulling your leg", you chuckle, hand settling on him forearm as he releases the breath he was holding. "you should know, if it ever does come down to it, there's no one else i'd be a luna for. you're the only one i'd lead a pack with"
his eyes simply flicker between yours, searching for any ounce of doubt – finding none
"and for what it's worth," you continue, "i think you'd make the perfect head alpha", your fingers card through the dark strands of his hair. "stern and strict, sure", you joke and he groans, clicking his tongue, though his eyes never lose their tenderness. "but an exceptional leader, nonetheless"
"besides," a seductive little smile takes over your face before you shift closer to him, purring right against his ear, "you make it easy to follow your command"
you're really trying to set him off, taehyun thinks, his hand tightening around his fork, shamelessly spurring him on
"is that so?" he drawls, head tilting slowly as his gaze darkens
"hm-mh", you hum, hand tracing over his arm, his shoulder, his chest. "so strong and capable. you know exactly how to put someone in their place– makes me want you to put me in my place"
his hand rests on your thigh once again, giving it another firm squeeze. you bite back a whimper, knowing he can feel the heat radiating from your center – hell, it's calling for him
"keep talking like this and i'll have to put you in your place right here, since you're being so impatient"
the danger in his voice makes you still, sending delicious shivers down your spine, your breaths shaky – and you watch as he returns to eating his food, as if he hadn't just succeeded in turning your brain into absolute mush for the second time tonight
you follow suit, finishing the rest of your dish
when hyunjin returns to clear your plates and ask if you'd like dessert, your first instinct is to politely decline. it's clear that you want to make it home as soon as possible. your entire body is pulsing with need at this point. it's amplified when your alpha's hand – warm and firm – traces dangerously high along the flesh of your thigh and you choke on the sweet little no, thank you you were about to throw hyunjin's way
"are you alright, m'lady? may i offer you some water?"
you bite back a gasp as taehyun's hand traces higher and you press your thighs together just in time before his fingers reach your center – which, without a doubt, has begun to dampen your underwear
"sweetheart, use your manners. our host has asked you a question", he taunts, thumb drawing lazy circles onto your skin. your mind short-circuits, taehyun only feigning indifference
he watches you, a challenging glint in his eye. he's smug as he regards the waiter this time
you swallow a whimper, "yes, i'll uh– i'll have a water, thank you – and then we'll have the molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis, as well as the bill, please"
"alright," hyunjin smiles, that flirtatious twinkle returning to his eyes, "will that be all, m'lady?"
"that'll be all, thank you hyunjin", taehyun speaks and his tone sends another shiver down your spine
the host straightens, a nervousness overtaking his smile as he regards your alpha – icy and impenetrable. he makes quick work of clearing your plates, disappearing back into the kitchen within seconds
deep breaths, y/n
"you seem to like raspberry things", taehyun states thoughtfully, his voice much softer now
you pause, tilting your head in question, "raspberry things? what do you mean?"
a smile takes over his face – half teasing, half sharp, fangs on full display as his hand comes to rest on the back of your chair – you're able to collect yourself again
"the night we met", he says, almost to himself. "you don't remember?"
you shake your head no, narrowing your eyes playfully
"you got tipsy, fast"
a cackle escapes you before you can stop it and his smile broadens. your eyes settle back on him, a faint blush painting the apples of your cheeks
"hm, i don't recall that", you hum, playing innocent and this time his eyes narrow. "but please, continue"
he snorts, "you told me you had, what, four shots of raspberry vodka?"
you chuckle with him now, tapping your fingers on the table. "hey, do you blame me? i was trying to forget about the literal spawn of satan"
that seems to pull a good chuckle out of taehyun, his eyes on you, thoughtful. "understandable", he agrees, before a solemn expression takes over his face
the air stills and you feel the change in atmosphere, the way his scent spikes protective and you turn to face him fully
his gaze lingers on you, more deliberate now. "i think i knew that the first time we spoke at that party", his fingers tap against the back of your chair before stilling. "you didn't say much about it, you didn't have to" — a pause — "i could tell you were trying to outrun something – someone"
your eyes flick between his, pulse stammering and like he takes note of it, his voice lowers into something more steady, gentle. "i knew then that i wasn't going to let you do that alone", his elbow rests on the chair, hand reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. you lean into his touch. "that whatever you were trying to drown out, wouldn't get close to hurting you again, not if i could help it"
there he goes again – disarming you after getting you worked up, gentle with the vulnerability that begins to bloom in your chest
"there was another point later that night, where i came to that decision"
you hum, expectant for him to continue
"i remember by then we had been talking for hours. you threw your head back every time i made you laugh", he studies you, eyes warm and almost unblinking – your heart does a silly thing inside your chest
"i think after a while all of the movement made you a little dizzy and then – next thing i know, you were resting your head on my shoulder." he traces around the rim of his glass now. "you curled into me so easily. you trusted me, an alpha who you had just met – and all you knew about me was that i was your mate"
the memory comes back to you now
everything around you had become foggy and blurry. his voice was low, soothing. you remember seeing your hand in his lap, interlocked with his as his fingers mindlessly toyed with yours – gentle and idly – simply getting you used to his touch
"it was then that i decided—" you feel a tingle in your arm, looking down at your intertwined hands to see him mimicking his actions from that night – simple affection that still makes your heart stutter. "—that i would take care of you for the rest of my life. that i would protect you no matter what. that you would always, just like you did that night, be able to put your head on my shoulder and just let go"
he brings your hand to his lips, placing a reverent kiss on the back of it, the gesture filling your chest with warmth
"i don't want you fretting or worrying, not when you're with me, sweetheart. whatever responsibility you have, whatever burden, we'll handle it together. what's yours will always, inevitably become mine."
you're speechless for a good few seconds, before your hands move. you wrap them around his arm, resting your chin on his shoulder – mere inches between you
your voice is soft, mellow – everything taehyun wants you to be when you're with him – as you begin to speak
"thank you, taehyun"
his eyes never leave yours, the hand on the table abandoning his glass, knuckles brushing lightly along your cheek and your lashes flutter at the touch
"thank you, for everything. i know you keep saying i don't have to thank you for any of this, but… you've made this entire process so easy for me. easier than i thought it would be", you exhale softly, almost a laugh
"there are things that happened in my life that i never thought i'd share with anyone, not even with jun or gyu. i thought i was doing a good job at hiding it all that first night, but of course you noticed. everyone else always just assumed that i could handle it"
he leans closer. not interrupting, just making it clear that he’s present and listening
"it's a little ironic", you start, a faint smile pulling at your lips. "that the moon goddess gave me an alpha that's everything my old pack expected me to be. i guess now i have to relearn how to adjust and receive that instead"
he cups your face, thumb tracing over your cheek. "i don't care how long it takes for you to relearn, y/n. i'll be here, through every part of this. everything they had you carry before, that weight is mine now. and i'll keep doing it until you understand that i'll be the one to take care of it all"
once again, you're rendered speechless
a familiar sense of safety washes over you, flooding every part of your being with warmth. he's done it again: breaking down every wall you built over the years and especially over the past six months. his undending pursuit of your softness and above all, your willing submission never fails to leave you bare, unguarded – and as always, in moments like this, his name is the only thing you can manage to utter, escaping you with an exhale
your gaze dips to his lips for a second, before returning to his eyes
your heart beats wildly in your chest when his hand curls underneath your chin, drawing you closer as he leans in – bottom lip tingling when he comes close. you feel his breath tickling your lips and your eyes flutter shut—
a throat clears, ripping you and taehyun out of your daze
this time, it's your turn to throw a steely glare hyunjin's way – taehyun having to bite back a smile at the sight
"molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis", he announces before gracefully placing the dessert before the two of you. the bill follows – tucked neatly into a black leather booklet
your sourness lifts upon the sight
"thank you, hyunjin", you say, after gathering yourself, throwing another polite smile his way which he returns with a wink
"enjoy the rest of your evening, sir, m'lady", his eyes sparkle with mischief again. uh oh
"if there is anything else you need…i'm right behind the counter", he purrs before slithering away to said corner
you look over to see taehyun's jaw clenched harder than you've ever seen before, his eyes darkening as he watches your host wipe and polish glasses – that same smug grin plastered on his face
taehyun almost flips the goddamn table
you know his alpha is absolutely raging inside of him, daring him to do all sorts of murderous things to the alpha that easily whispers and flirts with the other omegas around him, all of which are his coworkers
his demeanor begins to remind you of your own friend – yeonjun – and you're sure if he had worked here and he hadn't known the pair of you, he'd present the same cheeky challenge to taehyun
you slip your hand into his, drawing his attention back to you. his skin is hot to the touch, but the second he tears his gaze away, it softens – still charged when he settles on you
fuck – you cross one leg over the other
you shouldn't, you really shouldn't, but something about taehyun when he gets like this – possessive and protective – does inexplicable things to you
reaching for one of the dessert spoons and cutting into the fondant, you watch as the molten center spills out slowly, glossy and indulgent. a small smile tugs at your lips as you scoop a bite, lifting it toward him
you don't miss the way he eyes your crossed legs, raising a brow as he scoffs. you're just so painfully easy to read. he leans in anyway
your breath hitches slightly when his gaze doesn't leave yours, even as he takes the bite, slow, deliberate
fuck fuck fuck, focus y/n, you chastise yourself
how can you? you know that look – it's the same way he looks at you when he's got you under him, falling apart, devouring you with his mouth
you're sure your panties are soaked, even more so when he groans, pulling back, the spoon squeaky clean. he swipes the excess chocolate off of his bottom lip with his tongue as he chews
"delicious", he purrs, voice dropped to that octave that usually has your legs spreading within seconds. you cross them even tighter – just to be safe
taehyun knows exactly what he's doing
he reaches for his own spoon, cutting into the fondant, making sure to scoop a generous amount of the raspberry coulis. with his hand cupped under the spoon, he brings it closer to your lips. you're unable to take your eyes off his – they sit low, sharp, heavy with desire
"open up", he commands. it lands smooth and authoritative and it almost makes you forget he's talking about your mouth and not your legs (that have become restless) under the table
you part your lips, enough for him to slip the spoon past, humming when the sweetness hits your tongue
"good girl", he praises, that triumphant grin returning when your eyes widen, your hand involuntarily squeezing his. your alpha chuckles as you clear your throat while you chew, trying desperately to steady your breathing and your pulse
he finally lets up, sitting back in a manspread and you fight every explicit thought your omega tries putting into your head – specifically the ones where you're throwing yourself right into his lap
the night goes on like that – heat and tension thrumming between you and taehyun, almost unbearable, refusing to be ignored any longer
true to his word, you do hold hands and talk and flirt around the table while sharing your dessert. he does pay for dinner and shoots you a stern look when you chuckle. he does make you laugh with all of his sarcastic jokes and remarks. you catch him watching you too, obsidian irises filled with tender affection, lips pulled into a satisfied smile, simply because your laugh is one of his favourite sounds
– and when your wine glasses are empty and your dessert plate is clean, you allow yourself a second to take him in
you find that he does the same – and the world around the two of you stills
everything – taehyun had given you everything you had once begged the moon goddess for. everything you thought you would never experience, that you thought you didn't deserve. everything you had longed for, for months – years
it dawns on you again, just like it had three days ago. just like it had every other time this week, when he had comforted you, cooked for you, cleaned for you, bathed you, held you. you're in love with him – out of your mind in love and now…
you wanted to give him everything
taehyun, being the ever attentive alpha that he is, notices your eyes glossing over and sits up immediately, hands warm and familiar on you
"sweetheart? what's the matter?", his brows furrow in concern, eyes flitting between yours
you lean into his touch when he cups your face, the words on your tongue weighing too heavy to swallow, heart beating wild inside of your chest
"take me home, taehyun"
he stills, not because he's caught off guard, but because your voice has dropped into a mere whisper, desperate and pleading – because his alpha immediately recognizes your need. he falters for a moment, something akin to a red-hot fever coursing over his body when he realizes what you're asking for – and as if fanning the flame more, you manage a broken "please"
you watch the last of his restraint give way, the last sliver of self-control snapping – quiet and irreversible
he rises from his seat, slowly. your eyes follow him as he towers over you. when he holds his hand out for you to take, you do without hesitation, rising from your seat too, never taking your eyes off of his
he leads you toward the exit of the restaurant and you're met with the sight of his broad back and the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours as he strides forward. when you pass the counter, you watch hyunjin's lips part to make another flirty remark, the words if you ever need anything, you know where to find me dying on his tongue, snapping his mouth shut upon the hard glare taehyun shoots his way
your omega squeals and thrills at the sight, flooding your panties when taehyun pulls you closer behind him once you're outside, urging you to wrap your hands around his arm instead as he takes you to his car
he makes sure you're buckled in safe and secure, before closing the door behind you. you can't help but press your thighs together, eyes following him as he makes his way to the drivers side of the car
he's in the drivers seat within seconds, seatbelt fastened and starting the ignition, the car coming to life with a rumbling purr
you nor him say a word as he takes off, fighting to keep your hands off of each other at every stop. true to his promise, he does steal kisses at every red light – loaded, passionate pecks that resonate loud through the car, making you crave more. him – groaning when the light turns green before he can deepen them, you – whimpering at the loss
the car fills with a tension that doesn’t ease, it only builds and intensifies – pressing in with every passing second
your omega rejoices when you catch sight of your apartment building
almost there
the front door slams shut, sealing away the world outside
before you know it, taehyun pins you against the door, pressing you up against it. his lips on yours are hungry and passionate, almost overwhelming
you simply melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck and hands curling into the raven strands of his hair, pressing your lips onto his with the same fervor, allowing him to hoist you up and press you further up the door – grunting ravenously into your mouth when your legs wrap around his waist
your dress hikes up, exposing the soft skin of your thighs to the chilly evening air – the same air that has thickened far too much with barely contained tension
taehyun's incessant mouth migrates to your neck, his teeth dragging against the column before sucking hard on the skin. the sound of your soft, scandalized gasp makes him pull back. you're panting, both of you – the gaze you share is heavy, eyes taking turns to dip to the other's kiss-swollen lips
"i've been dying to kiss you like this all night", he rasps, forehead coming to rest on yours
his nose nudges yours affectionately and a blissful smile takes over your face, breathing him in
"you were trying to drive me crazy, weren't you? wearing this dress…"
his lips are back on yours, sweeping you back into his hot kiss, tongue dipping greedily into your mouth. the lewd, sloppy sounds of your kissing resonates through the small entryway – loud and borderline obscene. slick pools in your panties with every wet smack that echoes in your ears
he can't help but let his hands begin to wander. neither can you. your omega purrs at the the feel of his suit's fabric beneath your palms, the tease of hard, solid muscle flexing and pressing under every fiber
taehyun presses harder into you, practically holding you up with just his hips, letting his hands sneak up your waist, cupping handfuls of your breasts over your dress. his thumbs toy with the already hardened peaks over the delicate fabric, making you moan out when his mouth detaches from yours
his incessant kiss maps lower, nipping and sucking bruises into your skin, eating up the expanse of your exposed torso – mouth engulfing warm over your breasts
his teeth gnaw at the plush and you cry out, only egging on his rough affection
you find yourself desperately clutching onto his arms, acutely aware of the hard, thick length brushing against the thin barrier of your drenched panties
"taehyun. bedroom. please", you barely mumble, head clouded with dizzying desire
he sets you down, still holding you flush against him as he allows for you to turn the two of you around, stumbling back in the direction of his bedroom. his lips are back on yours and you squeak into his mouth when you bump into the half moon table placed against the wall. you curse the piece of furniture in your head – and the fact that you still need to learn how to navigate taehyun's apartment in the dark – only the dimmed light from the kitchen providing you with minimal guidance
taehyun groans in frustration, scooping you up once more, opting to carry you to his bedroom instead. still impressed by his strength and his ability to take charge, you sigh dreamily into his mouth, only the sound of his purposeful strides and your lips smacking against one another's echoing in the otherwise quiet space
he sets you down when he steps over the threshold, walking you back towards his bed. your hands momentarily leave him to unzip your dress, his shrugging off his suit jacket, tossing it somewhere on the floor
your hands are back on him, unbuttoning his shirt with impatient fingers, his – peeling your dress off
your alpha pauses, taking in the sight of you before him
red lace adorns your skin, a colour identical to that of your dress. the flower-petal details hug and trace perfectly around your hips and breasts, clinging prettily to every delectable bit of softness
the sight of you like this makes taehyun's mouth water, his alpha even worse - foaming at the mouth
"fuck, sweetheart. you're really trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" he pants, hands fisting in the flimsy fabric at your hips
your own push his undone shirt off of his shoulders, smoothing over the hard and broad surface with appreciation as he pulls you impossibly close, chest flush against his, the obvious strain of him brushing against your stomach
his voice drops to that dangerous octave, the one that has your ovaries burning as he whispers hotly against your lips
"i'm going to fucking ruin you"
he almost pushes you onto the bed, omega whimpering at his insistent hunger, but you don't give in, you don't budge – palms planted flat against his bare chest
"wait!", you call and he halts
taehyun pulls back, eyes searching yours, fingers digging into the soft curves of your hips
"there's— there's something i want to do first…if you'll let me", you breathe out, hands gliding appreciative over the hard muscle beneath your palms
"what are you—"
you sink to your knees carefully, keeping your eyes on his
your heartrate picks up. you see the confusion and arousal swimming in his eyes – almost conflicted. his hand immediately cups your face
"sweetheart, you don't have to—"
"let me do this", you plead, hands skimming up his thighs, brushing over his crotch. he bites back a grunt as you palm over his erection. "please"
he curses under his breath watching you undo his belt, the clink! that reverberates through the room making you clench around nothing, undoubtedly soaking the center of your panties in more slick
your hands make quick work of undoing his pants' button, even more hasty when you unzip him, eager but an understatement to describe you as you finally hook your fingers into the waist band of his pants and boxers and tug. you pull at the fabrics bunched between your fingers, just enough to free his length from the confines, tugging until his balls are exposed too, carved v-lines finally revealed
your cunt pulses obscenely at the first look at him – the entirety of him rock hard and throbbing, lined with prominent veins that trace up to his cockhead – bulbous and flushed a deep pink, oozing precum that makes you salivate. his beachy scent hits you full force from this close proximity
dizzied and entranced, you wrap a hand around the base, careful with your motions
fuck, he's massive
you had seen him take himself in hand before and how he took ahold of the length, how he had worked himself and god, looking at him now, you realize just how large he is in your hand in comparison to his own
your hand is warm and slightly clammy. you're nervous, he notes – and the thought alone makes him throb in your palm
your thumb and index finger barely touch as you stroke upward, swirling your palm around the leaking slit of his tip before descending down to his base again, coating him in the copious amounts of precum he had already released
a breathy sigh catches your ears and your eyes flicker up to him as you begin pumping him steady, squeezing out more of the citrusy, sapphire fluid
his jaw is clenched, eyes sharp, yet large with adoration as he watches you figure out how to work him best. you lean forward without taking your eyes off of his and place a sweet kiss against the opening at his tip, tasting him for yourself. he watches you slip into a trance, the need to taste more consuming you, glossed lips wrapping around the fat cockhead without pondering twice, humming satisfied as you suckle on it – and it fills almost half of your mouth
the sensation tears a groan from his chest, his hand brushing your hair away from your face
when you pull back, delicate strings of his precum and the saliva that has gathered in your mouth connect him to your lips. the visual is enough to make him curse under his breath
you crave to hear more
you place reverent kisses down his length, little suctioning motions laced with devotion until you reach the base. your eyes gloss over when his thumb draws delicate little circles over your cheek – like you're made of glass. you take one of his balls into your mouth, lathering it in your saliva, before sliding your tongue in between them, eliciting another breathy sigh from taehyun before mimicking the action with the other
enamored, you realize that he's bigger than your face and your body screams with need, but you choose to ignore it: the blatant pulse between your thighs watching his abs contract and the veins on his arms and adonis belt bulge
you lick a stripe up from balls to tip, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, this time pushing deeper. you hear him curse under his breath from above you – almost inaudible whispers of rapidly repeated fuck fuck fuck reverberating faintly in your ears, laced with the effort of keeping his composure
this won't do
you want taehyun to feel good, to let go of all restraint and feel what he made you feel
you waste no time, wrapping your other hand around the base too, before engulfing him in your mouth fully, pushing him to the back of your throat – the effort of suppressing your gag reflex proved useless at the sheer size of his cock
"sweetheart, fuck–!", he curses, voice rough and uncontrolled – finally, hand gripping onto the hair on the back of your head
you moan as you pull back, hands working slicker around his length now that you've coated the entirety of him in the mixture of your saliva and his precum, building a steady rhythm when you start bobbing your head up and down
taehyun tries desperately to gather himself, his grip tightening then loosening, fingers massaging your scalp, biting down on his bottom lip with every persistent suction and lather of your working mouth
it's no use, you've already made him slip
you can't help how your heart swells at the way he still tries to be gentle with you, even when you're making him feel good – you lift your eyes once more
his lips are parted, chest rising and falling as he draws in lungfuls of air, hand cupping under your chin. his head that had tipped back at the feel of your throat around him lowers, eyes flicking between yours in admiration and intoxicating awe, especially when your own glaze over and blur with unshed tears
that same lump forms in your throat that had prodded at you in the restaurant – the warmth in your chest that's only grown hotter, irrepressible – aching with how heavy it weighed on your soul
the same feeling you've never once felt when you were with jungwon
it bubbles to the surface now, clawing its way up and out from your lungs as you kneel before him like this, placing yourself before him in an act of surrender
he becomes concerned again as he watches you, both hands cupping your face, ready to pull you up and you shake your head no
pulling him out of your mouth, your breathing stutters and you're unable to mask the way your voice breaks when you finally voice what's been weighing on your chest
"you're so good to me"
it's a mere, trembling whisper – one that's meant only for him to hear. the sound of your voice – hushed with vulnerability, makes something in him break, his heart beating in time with yours as time itself seems to pause – it dawns on him then
those quiet words land square in his chest, punching the air out of his lungs. they spread warm and searing down his body, right to where his loins thrum with pride
you blink and the tears spill, cascading down your face as you place a tender kiss against his tip again
"you've been so good to me, alpha", you sob, taking him into your mouth once more and his eyes roll to the back of his skull, a beautiful moan falling from his lips
"sweetheart, shit—", he moans deep, mind short-circuiting as his alpha preens with gratification and possessiveness inside him
you whimper around the length, every push and pull of your mouth laced with ruinous devotion, hollowing your cheeks around him. tears continue to cascade in warm trails down your face as you increase your pace, taking more of him with every bob of your head
your heart continues to swell and pound wildly behind your ribcage, every cell in your body thrumming every time he moans or grunts, hips thrusting forward only the slightest bit
– because taehyun deserves this
taehyun deserves every second of the worship you're giving to him. hell, he's earned it
the alpha so impossibly kind, who had put your core and soul back together with his bare hands and his careful words. who had been gentle with your heart every time. who had shown you what it's like to be put first, to be elevated – not with a false title or empty promises, but by proving himself. the alpha who put you first every single time you had moments like this, making sure you felt good and satiated before he even dared to allow himself to get his own fill. who took care of you without you needing to ask. who did it because he wanted to, because he enjoyed it
your mind's made up, taehyun's the only one worthy of having you on your knees like this. this is all for him. tonight, the dress, the lingerie, your heart bared before him, giving him back what he gives to you without complaint, never asking for anything in return – and still, this feels nowhere near enough to thank him properly
you want to show him just how spoiled he's made his omega feel, to affirm him as he's affirmed you
when you pull back, stickier strings of saliva glisten between your lips and his tip, jerking the sensitive head in your fist
"you take such good care of me"
you work him faster, hands stroking up and down the entirety of his large length, squeezing tighter in a manner that has his hips rutting shallowly into your fists
"you always know what i need, always listen to me"
every word sends electricity down his spine, grunting and groaning as his fingers tangle into your hair once more, breathing turning ragged
"you're patient with me"
your cunt quivers at the guttural moan that escapes him when your mouth encases his bulbous cockhead once more, sucking eagerly around him with broken moans and indulgent sighs
you mouth down to his balls once more. they hang heavier now, filled with cum and your omega swoons at the mouthwatering scent radiating from his sex, begging to be fucked and bred until you cry. you cup and massage them, earning yourself another curse under his breath and a hiss through his teeth, twisting and jerking your hand around his tip
"want your pups– can't wait to have your pups, alpha", you practically sob out, drunk on the scent of him getting stronger, beachy and citrusy – filthier and more intoxicating at the source, making your ovaries burn
his hand grips onto your hair, putting it in a low, makeshift ponytail as he pants. "sweetheart, we said we'd wait— fuck!"
gags and coughs fill the space along with your obscene slurping and the lewd sound of your tongue tracing around his length – not letting him finish his objection as your lips stretch around him, nuzzling against his lower stomach
you moan loud and wanton around the length, working your hands in tandem with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pushing him to the back of your relaxed throat over and over again
he growls, actually growls before he starts fucking into your mouth and you see him grit his teeth, baring his canines the way he does when it gets harder for him to hold back, when he's tormented with the primal desire of sinking them into you
your wet slurps and swallows only get louder, you – working him faster, overjoyed that he's losing himself to the feel of your nursing mouth
his groans and grunts border on animalistic in a manner you've never heard from him before – so you decide to spur him on, confessing more of the carnal thoughts that have been consuming you, orchestrated by the love and care he's poured into you
"want your cum. want you to breed me, taehyun"
his eyes roll to the back of his skull, cock twitching at your breathy voice and the way your hands squeeze tighter, tug harder, milking him with nothing short of fervor and zeal
oh, how you enjoy watching him lose his mind
"our pups– want them to have your eyes, your smile"
holy fuck, taehyun almost slips, almost cums down your throat when you take him in again. he hadn't expected his care to provoke and stir these primal omegan desires in you. you're wrecking his composure, his alpha roaring to life inside of him with every earnest admission
"need you to fuck me full, 'think about it all the time"
a low growl reaches your ears and sends shivers down your spine and you whimper in turn, omega compelling you to yield and submit, to please
you take him into your eager mouth once more, shifting on your knees and feeling a dull ache start to creep in. you pay it little care when you feel the sheer amount of arousal that has leaked through your panties onto the bedroom floor beneath you. the way taehyun looks only amplifies your need to please – hair sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat, hand brushing the thick strands back and bicep bulging with the action. breaths quickening and abs tightening and releasing, the dimmed lamp-light catching onto every hard contour and muscle that flexes in his torso
"fuck my mouth", you beg, words muffled and slurred around the heaviness of him
the plea goes straight to his pre-rut clouded head
your hands unwrap themselves from around the base of his cock, settling on his suitpant-covered thighs instead, feeling the tensing of them beneath your palms
your grip on the material tightens when his thrusts grow brutal, fucking into your mouth with more intent – more of those sexy, dizzying moans, grunts and labored breaths resonating through the room
you gag and cough, determined to take all of him, determined to let him use you – to show him how deeply you appreciate him, that you're his in every way
"fucking driving me crazy", he grits out. "look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me"
all you can do is moan and whimper, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. your lashes are glossy as you peer up at him. there's a tenderness in his gaze, even as he uses your mouth as he pleases, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly whilst the other hand in your hair smooths over the top of it, guiding you up and down his cock – his big, long, veiny cock that oozes more of the delicious precum that you can't get enough of
he's a mess. you're a mess. precum, spit and saliva dripping, spilling, dolloping down your chin, coating his balls, ruining and soaking his pants
"most beautiful thing i've ever seen"
you feel it, smell it. he's close, so close to letting go, so close to giving you his cum and you breathe heavy through your nose when he presses deeper, thrusting in until he reaches the back of your throat – nose kissing his abdomen. your eyes squeeze shut, throat making an obscene sound as you swallow around his tip. he grunts and hisses through his teeth, keeping you there
just when he's about to finish—
"fuck, i can't take it anymore", he chokes out. when your nails claw into his thighs, lightheaded – it's only then that he relents, pulling you off and you cough, gasping for air, spluttering out a glossy mess onto the floor
taehyun cups your face and pulls you up, slotting his lips together with yours, tangling your mouths together in a hot, filthy kiss. it's intense and urgent and sloppy – and he licks into your mouth like he's trying to get a deeper taste. sitting down at the edge of the bed, he guides you into his lap
"fucking perfect", he rasps against your lips and you whimper into his mouth, looping your arms around his shoulders
his hands slip under the fabric of your lacy panties, gripping greedily at the flesh of your hips. "my sweet girl"
you can't take it anymore. your pussy aches with need for him, craves to feel him inside now that you've had a taste of him. you're desperate, the feel of him against you agonizing the longer he holds back
"please", you break
it's a breathy little plea, the kind that makes taehyun's mind blank. "please alpha– need you, inside"
your hips move, working your aching cunt over his rock hard length, making an even bigger mess of his pants. he grunts at the feel of your sopping folds dragging over him, squeezing out even more arousal at the sound
taehyun's lips work their way down your throat, sucking a mark onto the skin there. his ministrations do little to distract you from the hand cupping your sex. you keen, grinding your core into his palm
"d-don't tease. i need you, taehyun– please"
the words go straight to his leaking cock, throbbing painfully at the sheer need in your voice and the orgasm he had denied himself. his heart isn't far behind, stuttering at your next plea
"make love to me"
he audibly groans in his chest, teething at the delicate skin of your nape
"make love to me, just like you promised. please", you sob – hips working wilder against his hand and his length
he curses under his breath. "i will, sweetheart. i need to prep you first. will you let me do that?"
"but alpha—"
he flips the two of you over, shutting you up with another smothering kiss, easing you down on the mattress softly, hovering large and broad over you
his eyes on yours are sharp – leaving no room for arguments, thumb tugging at the plush of your bottom lip when you're finally dazed enough not to protest. "just need to taste you, sweetheart. i'll be quick". a teasing smile breaks through his stern expression and you huff playfully
you both know that that is a lie. taehyun likes to take his time with you, nothing with him has ever been "quick". he hums, seeking your approval and you give him a soft nod
that earns you a sweet peck – a peck that becomes open-mouthed kisses, hungry nips and suctions making their way down your neck, your collarbones, your chest. he lingers there again, licking and biting at your hardened, sensitive peaks and supple flesh through the fabric of the lace. he doesn't take the bralette off as you expect, instead he takes the delicate cups' material between his teeth, dragging them to the undersides of your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, groaning loud and almost fucked out as he circles his tongue around the bud
you moan out, hands tangling into his hair before he releases your nipple from his mouth, hungrily taking the other into his mouth
your thighs press together at the sensation, chest rising and falling against his depraved ministrations. when he's had his fill and the plush of your breasts are covered in blooming marks and love bites, he works his way lower, creating a scorching little path down your stomach, your belly button to the waistband of your red, lacy panties
he pries your thighs open, settling between them, tongueing and nibbling at the flushed, supple skin, releasing a sound that borders on a growl once more – running his nose over the lace clinging to your center, the tip of it grazing your clit
"fuck, you smell so good", he grits out, canines aching to sink into you
his tongue sweeps out to taste you through the drenched fabric, pulling on it with his teeth, before letting it snap back – creating a lewd, drenched squelch, a sinful sound that has your face warming
taehyun groans low and you gulp
you can't take much more of his teasing
"drove me crazy in that restaurant", he starts, hands tracing charged over your thighs. "just wanted to throw you on that table and take you right there, especially for that fucker to see"
the confession makes your breath hitch. "taehyun—"
he hooks a finger into the center of your panties, pulling the red, darkened material to the side. a groans rumbles through his chest at the sight
"always get so fucking wet for me. you're a fucking dream"
taehyun wastes no time, licking a stripe up your slit
your breathing stutters, "only for you, alpha"
he hums, pleased, as he places a tender kiss on your clit. a hand of yours fists in the sheets, the other settling in his hair. his grip on you tightens, tongue dragging languidly through your folds. "yeah? all mine?", he asks and his tone sends electricity up your spine. he hovers above your pulsing little bundle of nerves, breath tickling you cruelly, making you tingle with anticipation
you whimper needily, giving him a mindless nod
"all yours— oh god, taehyun—"
his tongue flattens, swirling around the swollen bundle of nerves. "still want me to make it quick?"
the teasing lilt in his voice does not go unnoticed to you. you surrender, finally giving him full reign
"anything you want, alpha– do whatever you want with me"
he flashes you a triumphant grin, eyes darkening as he breathes out a chuckle. you truly charm him with your honesty. "thought so. that's my good girl", he whispers, placing a kiss on the tender skin of your loin before he gets to work, draping your legs over his broad shoulders – not minding the dig of your high heels into his shoulder blades one bit
your friends were right
you had spoken with them earlier this week again. according to them, taehyun had made a complete pillow princess out of you
it seemed that where you wanted to give, taehyun would take it a step further and give even more – always putting you above himself. it's almost blasphemous to tell him not to please you, to taste you, to have you feeling good because of him, exactly as you are now
taehyun doesn't think he's ever enjoyed going down on an omega as much as he does you
he tells himself it's the way your head drops back against his pillow. the way you begin to whisper and moan his name over and over again. the way your hand rakes through his hair and the way your body writhes, hips lifting slow against his mouth, matching his rhythm, folds soft, warm and sopping against his tongue – dripping and spilling sweet slick obscenely, already making a mess of the lower half of taehyun's face and the sheets
he grunts and little vibrations ripple through your core. "that's it, sweetheart. feed it to me", he demands, arms curling more solid around your thighs. he works the wet muscle of his tongue against you – slow, languid and deep, applying just the right amount of pressure, savoring the sweet vanilla that pours in rivulets from between your thighs
god, you've missed his mouth. the way he’d suckle and make out with your cunt like he couldn't get enough, like he'd been starved of your taste – and fuck, taehyun feels like he had
you've missed the way he’d get you pulsing and dripping within seconds, tongue dragging heavy and ravenous between your folds and over your clit
the way he relentlessly gave the little bundle of nerves attention, all of the attention you've been craving for, aching for – grunting in satisfaction when your body rewards him with more of your sweet essence
the fucking sound of his lips and tongue working warm and hungry over you, lewd and obscene, only amplifying the pull in your lower belly
the way your blissful little sighs and moans spur him on, wanton and sweet, tumbling uncontrollably from your lips as your hips rock harder. his hands grip firmer on the flesh of your thighs and ass, helping you rock perfectly against his relentless mouth
your eyes roll to the back of your skull, moans turning into whimpers and sobs. "a-alpha, th-that feels so good–", you hiccup, words slurred and jumbled, barely able to form a sentence, choking on a gasp when you open your eyes and lock them with his
they're dark and knowing, because he knows exactly what he's doing to you – just how terrifyingly quick he's making you lose your mind, unable to think about anything but him, his hungry, working mouth and the ample amounts of pleasure he brings you with it
"gonna be a good girl and come all over my tongue?"
you nod rapidly and he smirks against you. "you taste perfect, my sweet little treat", he murmurs before engulfing you again – and the sound of his name on your tongue pitches higher, stuttering around the shaky intakes of air you swallow, desperate to catch the breath he steals from you, to make up for and fill your lungs after every cry his gluttonous mouth draws from you
he only spurs you on, knowing he's going to drag this out and bring you to the edge slowly. taehyun has an appetite you are more than willing to adjust to
you hadn't even tried touching yourself this week. you couldn't do to yourself what taehyun does to you, couldn't pleasure yourself the way he does. you wouldn't be able to mimic the way his mouth engulfs you, wicked and coaxing. the way his groans and grunts send little vibrations through your pussy, pulling tight at your inner thighs, tingling at your spine. how his arms, strong and solid, hold you down, making you take whatever he gives you. the way he keeps you warm, burning, writhing, crying – effortlessly – and how he makes you jolt in surprise when he nips at the softness of your loin or inner thigh, when he dips down to push his tongue past your entrance and his nose bumps into your little bundle of nerves
you gasp – another pretty sound to his ears, squeezing needily around the unforgiving muscle that pushes in and out and in and out, sipping and slurping mouthfuls of your essence
he pulls it back out in favor of taking your sensitive clit into his mouth once more, unable to keep himself away from the bud, suckling and working it expertly with his tongue, opting to slide one, then two digits into you instead
fuck, you had almost forgotten how long they are, how easily they reach all of the sensitive, mouthwatering spots you never could
he works them inside of you with purpose, finding and hooking into that spongy spot with precise come-hither motions that make your hips jump, producing more slick – glossy strings of arousal connecting his knuckles to your entrance every time he pulls those talented fingers out, only to push them back in, stretching you perfectly
your hands grip harder at his hair, harder at the sheets, eliciting prideful hums from your alpha
every hook into your sweet spot is like a hook into your soul, extracting the life force out of you with every pull – always set on taking ownership of you through your pleasure
fucking hell and you give it to him so willingly. taehyun is nothing short of obsessed and smug
"taehyun– fuck– don't stop, please", you beg, chest rising and falling rapidly, head lulling back against his pillow
he doesn't plan on stopping – not until your thighs are trembling around his head and you're pushing him away, not until you're utterly helpless from your high. in fact, he fastens his ministrations, pulling a squeak from your chest
more sweet cries of his name fall from your lips as you cup your breast, pinching the peak between your fingers. the hand gripping and holding your thighs open is quick to reach up, covering the hand that cups your breast, guiding it down to his hair
your back arches deeper and you cry louder, both of your hands now tugging and gripping on the raven strands
the sight is enough to fuel taehyun, the alpha growing hungry to make you cum. he doubles down with his onslaught of pleasure, watching you intently through his lashes. your unsolicited, urgent sobs become music to his ears, pretty cries of the title that you call him and him alone – alpha alpha alpha – making his cock throb painfully
his touch becomes deep, calculated – increasing the pressure of his ministrations just the slightest bit, pressing his tongue and fingers harder against you, eventually slipping in a third and you gasp at the new stretch – the silver of his bracelet jingling with his faster motions
he's absolutely ravenous – sucking your nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue deliberate and deep over it – his jaw flexing and working with the motion, grunting as he wholly makes out with your clit. the lewd sound of your wetness blends with his hungry groans
you pulse uncontrollably and taehyun wants nothing but to sink his throbbing hardness into the flesh of your soaking cunt and feel you cum around him instead
— but he can't do that just yet. he needs you a little warmer, a little wetter, swollen and ready to take all of him
he knows exactly what makes you tick, what turns your brain into mush – what gets you thinking about nothing but reaching that peak
you love when he strokes a little rougher, more persistent against that spot inside, when his tongue picks up speed as you approach your high, when the suckling at your bud grows harder, hungrier
your omega keens with bliss at his unwavering attention to where you've been yearning for him, starving for this
a delicious pull begins to thread tight in your lower belly. you're so wound up, desperate to cum after three days of constant teasing and lingering touches that left you starved. hell, desperate is an understatement
the pleasure begins to drag you under. you writhe wilder, more erratic against his mouth, cries and gasps climbing even higher in pitch
you can barely warn him about your building orgasm, can barely scramble the words together to tell him that you're close – but oh, taehyun knows
he can taste it, feel it – your walls clinging to and sucking his fingers deeper, clamping down for dear life. your toes curl, high heels pushing against his back and nails digging into his scalp
when he doubles down, pressing even harder and deeper, you're a goner
your head feels like it's dipped under water, ears ringing as the band in your lower belly finally snaps
his name is the only thing on your tongue as you let go, feeding taehyun copious amounts the your sweet release he's been thirsting for. there's so much of it, gushing out around his fingers, creating a loud squelch as he continues to pump, prolonging your high
hot bursts of heat coat and wet his mouth and chin and taehyun savors it all – drinking you up and groaning as he licks into your mound
nothing can compare to the feeling of pride and triumph that swells in the alpha's chest after succeeding to have drawn your sweet release from you like this, of having you fall apart like this without yet having given all of himself
he never takes his eyes off of you either – nearly cumming watching you cum, fresh precum leaking plenty from the head of his cock, trapped between his abdomen and the cool bedsheets
taehyun only lets up when your thighs tremble and shake, closing around his head, hands weakly trying to push him away – just the way he had predicted
god, it pains him to detach himself
reluctantly, he draws back – panting heavy, lips parted. strings of your slicky cum connects his lips to your cunt
you sit up on your elbows, watching a droplet form on his bottom lip, no time to drip before he quickly swipes at it with his tongue – eyes blown out and dark on yours
taehyun would spend an eternity making you come with just his tongue and fingers if you'd let him. fuck, he knows if he persuades you enough, he can make you take another round – but right now his omega is needy and pulsing with desire for the rest of him, for all of which he has to offer
he only retracts his working fingers when you tug at his wrist – caressing gentle and soothing over your cunt before lifting them to his mouth, cleaning them off with a groan – the same way he had cleaned off the dessert spoon in the restaurant and you pulse at the sight
soothing hands caress and massage your still quaking flesh. you come down from your high, lightheaded, chest rising and falling with the effort of trying to catch your breath
he peppers chaste kisses along the inside of your thighs
your inner thighs are a mess, core glistening with the evidence of his obsession – swollen and soaked, pushing out more slick with every rhythmic clench. taehyun nearly growls at the sight, tempted to dive back in
he stops himself, mouth worshiping it's way back up your body. you cup his jaw when he hovers over you, wiping away the remaining slick coating his bottom lip and chin with your thumb. his eyes stay locked on yours, lids hooded and sharp, looking almost as fucked out as you. you press the digit into his mouth and he cleans it off with another groan, slotting his hips between yours
"isn't that much better, sweetheart?" he asks, voice like silk bewitching you once more. a loaded and lingering kiss lands against your nape
"y-yes…" you nod, voice still shaky as you huff out air
"wanna make you do that over" kiss "and over" kiss "and over again"
you whimper, thighs trying to squeeze together, but instead, tightening around his waist. his cock slides hot, hard and heavy between your folds and your hips lift at feeling it again – at finally having it inside you, soon
"taehyun, don't tease", you choke out, hands clutching onto him desperately. you shimmy his suit pants down his hips before he kicks it off the rest of the way, kicking off his socks too
he hums, satisfied. sitting up, he drapes your legs over his thighs, taking your hands in his. pressing reverent kisses to each of your palms, he places them flat against his collarbones, fingers curling around your wrists
your eyes follow his lead as he begins to drag them down his chest, over the firm and solid pecs – agonizingly slow. every ridge and dip of hard muscle makes you clench around nothing, cunt quivering against the meaty length which he continues to slide between your folds. he traces your hands down his abs, flexing as your nails graze lightly over them. you moan wantonly at the feel, unable to help yourself as he makes you trace over the defined muscle. your head spins with desire, thighs parting wider for him
"all yours, sweetheart", he hums, letting go of your wrists when he's finally guided you past his adonis belt and his v-lines down to his throbbing cock
it's a searing reminder: that he'll never betray you with another omega like the alpha from your past, that he'll never give himself away to another omega like your ex did. every inch and fibre of his being belongs to you
you've never been this turned on in your life
you wrap both hands around him, working him up and down just like you did earlier
he groans as he watches you, unable to stop his hips from rolling forward, hissing through his teeth as his head lulls back
your breathing stutters at the sight – you need him now
the ache is becoming unbearable. if taehyun doesn't do something this instant, you honestly think you might explode. you're beyond the point of function, doing the only thing you're able to think of: you plead with him, the way you know gets him to cave every time
"taehyun, please", you sob, your hands clutching around his waist and ass, pushing him forward, pulling him closer again and again – anything to hopefully make him slide into you. his cockhead bumps and drags over your clit, making you mewl pathetically. he chuckles, leaning down, voice low and teasing right by your ear. "patience, sweetheart. we said we're taking it slow tonight, remember?"
"please, i just need you inside", you feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, glassy as you stare up at him
jungwon never had you begging like this. no, he got straight to the point – but taehyun, he makes you long for it, makes you yearn for it. he builds you up, takes you there slowly, keeps you there and makes sure you feel every second of it. only to bring you to that high again. and then again. it's greedy, an insatiable hunger and thirst for your pleasure. the relentless pursuit of your intoxication and euphoria, until every orgasm belongs to him – wrecking you, ruining you. not just your body, but your mind, your soul. taehyun lives for this – your sweet surrender
but even taehyun has his breaking point
despite his words promoting patience, his hands make quick work of undoing and taking your heels off, pressing careful kisses to each of your ankles
your lacy set of lingerie comes off pretty quickly too, searing touches tracing along your skin as he peels every piece away
he can no longer resist, lowering himself over you, arms like pillars caging you in. his lips seal over yours and you reciprocate without hesitation, humming as you feel his tip prodding your entrance. he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, finally beginning to push into you. your mouth drops open, hands migrating to his shoulders and arms, nails already digging into the skin
"easy, take deep breaths for me, sweetheart", he instructs and you do. "that's it. good girl. just let me in"
your body is no longer your own, yielding to his command in an instant
he works himself in to the hilt. "is this alright?" he asks, eyes searching yours for any sort of discomfort
"more than alright", you reassure him, hands tightening their hold on his arms. "move, please"
his lips sweep yours up once more, beginning to rock into you steady
it's overwhelming at first, but in the best way – and you clench uncontrollably around him, readjusting to his size, your slick walls longing for more, rejoicing and pouring out slick every time he hits home, every time he breaks you in
a sob wracks your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion, fragile and unprotected. "i missed you", you manage. taehyun chuckles, feigning confusion. "missed me? sweetheart, we've been together all week"
taehyun knows well enough what you mean. he just wants to hear you say it, spell it out for him. he loves how easily you admit your need for him, how you never hide it from him. your walls suck him in, body begging him to come closer, deeper
"no, i– i missed having you like this, having you this close. needed you so badly"
his heart clenches at the vulnerable confession. "i know, sweetheart. needed you just as badly", he pushes in harder, breathing out another chuckle. "thought i was going to lose my mind". his hips move with more purpose, feeling your body relax around him, allowing more of him in
his forehead comes to rest on yours. "i've got you now, sweetheart. just let me take care of you, alright?" he cups your face and you nod against his palm. pleased, his lips return to yours and you whimper into his mouth
stuttering breaths, passionate kisses and wanton to deep moans and grunts fill the room as taehyun builds a steadier, more powerful rhythm. soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin blend in too. you moan out as he hits that spot, cunt fluttering around him. he's smug as he takes you in, eyes dazed matching yours. "right there?"
you offer him a breathless nod and a blissed smile, "right there" – you huff out a laugh and you moan louder when he thrusts harder against it, arms curling around the wings of his broad back, pulling him flush against you – ankles crossing behind his back
god, taehyun is large – already pressing you into the mattress with the weight and force of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs with every demanding push forward, cock splitting you apart at the seams. he's an undeniable force of strength and power, pure muscle wrapped in honeyed skin and you surrender yourself to it willingly – the dominance and intensity of him
your head falls back against the pillow, unable to contain the sounds he already begins to draw from you
"sound so pretty for me, you're so fucking beautiful", taehyun grunts and whispers your name like a curse under his breath. he mouths hungrily at any and every part of skin you expose to him, aching to become one with you – as if being inside of you like this simply isn't enough. his hands on the sheets grip harder as he strokes deep, then deeper
"taehyun, holy fuck—", you cry out and it only spurs him to move a little faster
"can't get enough of you", he growls against your lips, almost to himself. he's starting to lose grip on his last sliver of control, breathing you in like a drug. "you have no idea what you do to me", he thrusts harder and you gasp. "wanna crawl into your skin, fucking live inside of you"
your cunt pulses obscenely at his words, mind hitting a blank with every angled rut
"you feel fucking perfect", his brows furrow, that sexy, concentrated frown forming on his lips, like he's barely holding back, like he can't quite control just how deep he wants to get
your cries pitch higher with every thrust, the repeated wet friction already making you lose your mind. god, you needed this – needed him so bad – getting lost in his words and his touch so easily
every tuck of your hair behind your ear, every gentle caress of his thumb on your cheek, every reverent kiss, every push and rock of his heavy length as he bottoms out again and again only makes you fall harder, effortlessly bringing you to the edge of another earth shattering orgasm tonight. he whispers praises and sweet nothings to you as you cry out his name, lamenting it to the heavens, without care who hears
your hand curls around the back of his head, meeting him halfway in a kiss as you let go, as you surrender all of yourself to him and you flutter around his cock
he allows you to hold him close, to linger against his lips and breathe him in, just until you whine for more
sitting up, he takes one of your legs and settles it over his shoulder, hooking your ankle on the broad expanse. he kisses and tongues messily up your inner thigh, mouthing at your calf. bewitched and almost drunk with lust, his tongue lulls out and he licks a stripe up the sole of your foot before taking your toes into his mouth
you gasp, eyes snapping open and he groans as you watch the lewd act – lapping and sucking between them, licking and biting at the inside of your ankle and every bit of skin his mouth can reach
holy fuck, your omega wails, you've never seen him this hungry before
"fuck, i'd eat you up if i could", he pants, voice gruff – mouth not stopping its worship as he drives into you harder
– and you believe him, the display of hunger making your head spin once more, on the brink of losing your mind. the tickling sensation sends tingles that shoot straight to your clit. his cock doesn't relent against that spot inside either – and because taehyun knows exactly what you need, he places a skilled thumb on the slick-coated little bundle of nerves, drawing perfect, mouthwatering circles over it
your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your head tips back, wanton cries of his name falling from your lips like a mantra
another sloppy kiss is placed to your ankle then your calf before he leans down, pressing your knee against your chest in a mating press – folding you in half. the angle only makes him press deeper, eliciting more wails of his name out of you
gone, brainless, pliant – those are the only words fit to describe you when taehyun takes you like this, when he allows his alpha to take full course
your mouth forms the perfect little o-shape and taehyun watches you intently, thrusting against that spot so good, tears gather and spill from the corners of your eyes
"you gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?" he provokes
"yes! fuck, yes, taehyun!" you sob, body writhing beneath his. "please, don't stop"
he groans deep and your eyes open – the look in his eyes are enough to do it – knowing, hypnotic and disarming, piercing through you as you let go for him, a whimper of his name tumbling sweetly from your lips
his head dips down, stealing your last bit of breath as he kisses you, intense and passionate and your hand tangles into his hair. his pace doesn't falter, in fact he pushes deeper, grunting into your mouth as he picks up his pace – length punching against that gummy spot unbearably good, almost cruel
your pulsating cunt only gushes wetter, warmer around the unforgiving length, protesting every time he pulls out, crying in relief with slick when he pushes back in
his hand abandons your sensitive nub, fisting in the pillow next to your head. "oh, taehyun—"
"feels so good when you cum around me, sweetheart. wanna make you cum like this all night"
oh god
you know taehyun isn't one to bluff
the alpha loves watching you finish, loves watching your soul leave your body, like you're handing it right over to him. your eyes, glassy and vulnerable staring into his or fixed at the back of your skull. your hands clawing at any part of his body, his arms, his chest, even his ass just to keep him right where you need him, always deep. he loves feeling the way your body trembles, fluttering around him, making you ascend as you desperately grasp onto the last bits of your high – a high of which taehyun is happy to bring you to, over and over again
he finds what he loves the most might be the aftermath – when your eyes regain focus and they begin pleading and he knows exactly what you need in that moment – him, closer. hands clawing and grabbing at him to draw him in, to feel his skin against yours, his lips against yours, every possibile inch of him lodged deep inside. he's obsessed with the satisfied sighs and sobs you let out, clinging to him the second he does comes closer
it's him that you need when you're coming down, it's him that you need to hold you in this fragile little time frame. he's made a mental note that you especially love and melt when he completely engulfs you, surrounds you, consumes you – until you're nothing but another extension of him, until you don't know where you start and he ends
you feel that pressure building up inside of your core once again, but this time, it feels different
he takes your ankle from where it's hooked over his shoulder, settling your thigh around his waist again. his hot chest presses flush against yours and you bury your face into his shoulder, latching onto the skin glistening with sweat
the room is laced with the scent of sweet vanilla that curls into citrusy mandarin, coated in sapphire – deep, oceanic and blue
your nails on his skin don't rake, they simply graze. your hand in his hair doesn't grip, you simply hold onto him. he cups the back of your head, coaxing you away from his shoulder to look into his eyes instead. you watch him survey you, something weighing heavy on his heart, on his tongue – you can tell, especially when his eyes become doe and shiny
"taehyun—"
a whisper of reverence, soft like silk, barely audible slips from his lips
"i love you"
your heart stops – because he had said it like a promise, a confirmation not only for you, but for himself, too. because it's the first time someone that you hold dear had said it and meant it – even more so like he couldn't hold it back, like it had been consuming him
the world around you stills. it's just you and him, in this room, in this pocket of time, finally becoming one, finally fulfilling every last thing you had asked for in prayer, long before he had stepped into your life and you had crossed paths
you don't stop the tears that have gathered from falling. they cascade warm and reverent down your temples
"i love you"
it comes easy, breathless and yet with so much weight, taking the rest of the air in your lungs with it
his breathing falters. "will you let me have you, sweetheart?" he asks, tentatively, as though you're fragile, like you might break if he speaks above a whisper
the look in his eyes – that of pure desperation – wrecks you, tugs hard at your heartstrings. as if he would die if you said no, if you refused him, if you said anything other than—
"yes", you whisper back, cupping his face – the easiest yes of your life. "a million times yes. all of me— have all of me, taehyun"
a deep drive into your walls punches the remaining air out of your lungs, stroking you into oblivion
"and you'll be all mine – as i'll be all yours?"
"yes! yes, taehyun!" you cry as best as your voice allows you to, your thighs beginning to tremble again, the fire between them becoming too much to bare – matching the fire in your heart and the heat that courses over his skin. "i want this. i want you. more than anything i've ever wanted in my entire life, please"
his breathing stutters again, almost in awed disbelief. "then go ahead, sweetheart. claim me. make me yours"
– and then he's baring the column of his neck to you and every bell in your soul begins to ring as you nuzzle into the skin, right below his scent gland. you kiss him there first, once then twice, drawing a shaky exhale from him and his adams apple bobs
when you finally sink your teeth into him, he releases a sound similar to a whimper and a groan – and he pushes as deep as he possibly could into your yearning warmth, harder, deeper with every stroke
you moan into him, nails creating indents on his skin. when your omega settles and you finally retract, you soothe him with sweet touches of your lips, touches that are interrupted by your cries with every push of his length through your walls
he drives harder, sheer heat coursing over his skin, making its way down to his loins, a painful throb pounding inside of you
his alpha surges forward now more than ever, pushing to come forward and take control
every ounce of devotion that he's felt for you from the moment he first met you finally simmers to the surface and breaks open within his chest – like keeping it inside any longer than this is agonizing, unbearable – pushing up like pins and needles against his throat. his brows knit together at the feeling, lips finding yours as he whispers against them, over and over again, "i love you" kiss "i love you" kiss "i love you" – like a mantra, a vow or a song he wants you to remember
your entire being ignites, heart and soul soaring when his mouth finally lowers to your neck, hand cupping the back of your head, threading through your hair
you bare your neck to him, offering him all of the access he needs
"sweetheart?" he asks permission one last time, canines and fangs aching, shiny with saliva
"please"
that's the last plea that escapes you before he does it – that which you've been yearning for your entire life. the one thing only he could fulfill with you, the thing you didn't want any other alpha doing to you
nothing would ever compare to the feeling of taehyun's teeth finally sinking into your skin
it's accompanied by a groan so passionate you almost mistake it for pain
goosebumps arise over yours and his skin, heat surging from where his teeth are nestled in the nape of your neck, right down to where you're connected – to where his knot has already started to form at the base of his cock
pain quickly eases into pleasure
your bodies soar and the feverish tension, the furnace between your thighs becomes unbearable, bursting open as you release around him and he releases into you – as you become one
a hand grips hard at your flesh, lifting your hips to take more of him – a meek attempt at preventing his teeth from biting down harder, growling into the flesh
his alpha huffs and puffs with pride, satiated at last after having held back for so long. his mouth begrudgingly detaches itself from your skin, opting to soothe you with his tongue and the tenderness of his lips instead. you are but a shivering body in his hold, a thing of flesh glistening with sweat and enchantment
you feel like you're still floating, entranced – and you hold onto taehyun just a little tighter
a series of reverent "i love you"s are confessed to the skin of your nape as he slows to a stop, arms wrapping around you and holding you close to him – the pounding of your hearts in both your chests now in sync
your hands rake through his hair, humming and stuttering as he continues to tongue and kiss at the new mark – the new brand, the one that announced you as his
his omega. his mate. the keeper of his heart
you bask in this – your scent and his immediately becoming tainted and fused with the other's. the two of you shimmer under the lamp- and moonlight as yo.u both gather your breath, wrapped around each other
taehyun's nose drags along your scent gland, sniffling thick amounts of sweet vanilla that is now permanently carries traces of him and something in the atmosphere shifts
he has gone still, almost too still
he's still tongueing and kissing at the mark, like he can't get enough and god, it's still sensitive, but it just feels too good to tell him to stop. your walls still pulse with the aftermath, choking and milking him good
it's taehyun, you tell yourself, he's just making sure the wound will heal well
you're ready to detangle yourself from him, hands ghosting over his skin
that's when you feel it: the throb of his cock as it stirs back to life, lodged so very deep inside of you
your heart jumps in your throat when you hear it—
was that a grunt or was that a growl?
...to be continued ➛ part 6
scznotes: ooo things are getting hot in here! >< i'd love to know all of your thoughts and all your favourite lines! don't be shy to comment or reblog! (begging after putting months into this 0‐0)
– summary: as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.
– warnings: some angst, some fluff, a lot of alcohol, jealousy, yoongi being a bit of a fuckboy, crying, reader being in an emotional rollercoaster during the whole fic. not proof-read because i am that lazy, i’m sorry.
How the hell did you always end up in the same situation?
It was a reoccurring event by now: You on the dancefloor of some stranger’s living room, a drink in your hand and your friends by your side. That itself didn’t sound too bad, if it wasn’t for the knot you felt in your stomach.
By now it was almost a familiar feeling; the pain and uncertainty have been ruining your last few Saturday nights out.
“What’s the problem?” you almost couldn’t hear Hoseok yell over the loud music but his facial expressions gave away that he seemed worried about you.
“I’m fine,” you promised and gave him a bright smile before raising your cup for him to toast with you – both of you knew you weren’t fine at all but after being your friend for years Hoseok knew better than to harass you into telling what was occupying your mind.
You appreciated your friend very much for that, happy that he would never pressure you into saying out loud what almost everyone assumed anyways.
Though no one knew for sure what the reason for your mood swings was – it was okay for them to assume it, but you would never admit it. If any of your friends found out you knew they’d try to get involved and only would make things more awkward than they already were for you.
synopsis: The winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before you— tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same. -> apart of the rest, relax, reserve series
⋆𐙚┊: content: spider hybrid!jimin (cobalt blue tarantula), human!reader, soft yandere jimin, dom!jimin, power imbalances, blood, blood kink, injury, mates / mating, stupid misunderstandings, reader is rlly bad at feelings, heat/rut cycles, jealousy, biting/marking, jimin has fangs, brat taming, light subspace, bondage, fingering, breeding / breeding kink, unprotected sex, cumplay, overstimulation, manipulation, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of venom, honestly rlly soft- jimin is just a little off his rocker, so many mentions of the word silk, jimin is soft for reader but also a little perverted freak <\3
⋆𐙚┊: notes: AHHH it’s finally here!!! I’ve had such a bad crush on spider jimin for such a long time. Creating his character over the years in my head— how exactly this type of hybrid would function was so fun for me. This fic (& the others that follow) has been spurred on by my special interest in arthropods so I hope you end up loving this jimin as much as I do <33 mwah I kiss u guys
18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni
The weather has grown cold, too harsh for anyone to live outside— survive. Burly temperatures tumbling through the air in icicles, the entire world painted in white.
While the city was still busy, your quaint neighbourhood had gone completely quiet. Everyone huddled inside, trying to keep warm while they sipped on cocoa. The worst blizzard in generations deciding to tumble through on the exact weekend you were meant to go out of town. Meant to be enjoying a tropical beach with the best of your friends!
But nooo, all of the planes had to stay grounded and you had to be stuck in your house with nothing but chilly embers decorating your fireplace.
You were pissed about it all, to say the least. Annoyed that your vacation had to be cancelled, annoyed at the fact you couldn’t stay warm in the slightest, annoyed that you had to be shovelling snow out of your driveway right now.
Well, attempting to shovel snow would be a better way to put it. In theory it seemed like the right thing to do– try and get your car out just in case, start to clear a path for when you’d finally be able to greet the outside world, triumph over whatever winter gods are trying to keep you locked in your home.
In reality, you could hardly move– three layers of pants, two coats keeping all of your joints locked down. God, and the snow. It was coming down way too hard, piling up faster than you could brush it away. Hurting your cheeks with the freezing temperatures, making your bones throb with want to go back inside.
It is safe to say that you did not succeed. That was an easy enough conclusion to come to with the two halves of your snow shovel in your hands. Eyes staring blankly at the object with utter… you don’t even know the word.
Cheeks flushed red with cold, head lifting to the sky as you blink. What the fuck! How shitty can your shovel be! What the fuck is wrong with the snow!
Okay, maybe you did buy it at the dollar store. But that isn’t the point! Where has quality gone in our nation! Caring about the consumer! Yeah, that was never there to begin with! But still! You like to think that there's a point in that somewhere!
The snow falling on your skin feels like the sky is laughing at you, mocking you. It probably is. Cancelling your trip, forcing you to stay at home into the lonely confines of your small neighbourhood.
Yeah, the world is out to get you, you’ve decided it.
A grumble leaves your throat in annoyance, quiet cusses leaving your lips as your legs try to waddle themselves inside. Layers of clothing restricting every movement you make, joints feeling stiff and bones feeling cold. You are no more than a penguin, are you?
“Stupid fuckin’ shovel, stupid fuckin’ snow…” You huff, slamming the thick oak door behind you. Hoping, in a way, that you could pretend none of the frost was there in the first place.
It’s not that you hate snow– of course not. You don’t like to hate much of anything. But when it’s this deep, this thick, you can’t help the sour mood you fall into. Can’t help the sickly feeling in your gut that it has somehow wronged you simply for existing.
Whatever, not that it matters much. You aren’t mother nature. You can’t change it or your now cancelled– most likely non-refundable plans.
What you can change? A nice warm pizza in your tummy.
You hum to yourself, tapping off your boots before ridding yourself of them entirely. Soon follows your jackets, puddles of water quickly forming on the floor where it falls. Snow melting much too fast now that it is in the warmth of your home.
You stare at it in spite, another way mother nature has wronged you today.
You know what? No, not your problem right now. That is a problem for you later today! The wood would be fine. And if it isn’t?
…
You groan, throwing your head back as you move to the bathroom. The battle of opposing forces inside of your head has won again– being responsible, doing the right thing.
Your hand snatches a towel, “Stupid shovel… stupid snow…” You huff, kneeling on the ground to wipe away the liquid that pooled.
You hang the towel back in the bathroom for it to dry before finally making your way to the kitchen. To finally make the frozen pizza you want– no deserve! Yeah, you’ve had a hard day today, being an adult is too hard sometimes. You deserve a little treat don't you?
Feet scuffling against the floor, fluffy socks dragging along the surface allowing you to quickly slip against the tiled floor. Your hips sway, a quiet hum leaving your lips as your hands move diligently, efficiently. Placing the pizza in the oven, setting the timer, flipping the switch on on the kettle.
Everything happens with practised ease. With movements that leave no room for error. Careful, efficient, the way your parents always taught you. The right way.
If you do everything correctly, things will never go wrong. You’ll never have to worry. When everything is in your control, everything is perfect and content.
It’s too bad the right way never accounts for things out of your control. When the world causes you to tense and get annoyed– when it doesn’t behave the way it's supposed to, like you want it to. Just like stupid shovels and a winter storm no one predicted.
But hey, at least you still have power. Your backup generator is there if you need it. Can still watch your dramas and eat warm food. Keep yourself sane while the insane persits just outside of your door.
Lonely, lonely, lonely winter storm~ whatever shall you do~
Your head begins to sing to itself while you wait. Maybe you already were going insa–
Bang.
What the fuck was that?
Your eyes instantly dart to the basement door wide with fear– the source of the sound.
A crash, a quiet cry, a scurry all sound in quick succession. Too loud to miss. Too loud to ignore. Too distinct to place on anything else.
You know winter noises. The crash of shutters against the window, the influx of snow on glass. The beating of hail against the roof or the creaking of pipes chilled from the cold. The noises you just heard? None of the above. They couldn’t possibly be. They weren’t. They were too… too…
Human.
Shit, shit. Is someone in your basement?! Oh god, oh fuck.
The room, it freezes over.
Your pulse starts to race– hairs raise, stand on end. Breath filtering through your nose as you start to panic. Fingers grip the countertop as you try to ground yourself. Try to figure out a way to escape this.
If horror movies have taught you anything– it’s how to run. Grab everything you can, high tail it out before you become victim to the unknown lurking just below the surface of your floorboards. Before you can be possessed or worse, chased down by some mass murdering clown.
That would be the smart thing to do– the wise thing. To get out of your house as quickly as possible, call the police to investigate it for you before you have to become the ‘final girl’ of a movie franchise of your own.
But the storm, the storm would never allow for the right thing.
The police would never make it in time, the roads far too hazardous to truly reach you. If they did, you would already have frostbite from the cold outside by the time they made it. You might be worse off than before–
At least, that’s what you tell yourself. The reasoning formulated in your head as you grab a broom from the closet, slowly make your way to the basement door. Completely ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut, the one that tells you that you actually want to travel down the stairs. A string tugging you along a path predetermined, forcing you to forego anything you had thought before.
No, your line of reasoning had to be the object pulling you down those stairs, creaking with every slow, nagging step that you take. It could never be curiosity, a want to understand the unknown guide leading you astray from the dirt road you’ve taken time and time again.
The right road that would lead to the right solution is all but forgotten in this moment. Only adrenaline spurring you on, fingers clenching and unclenching around the broom handle in your grip. Fingers tied so tight around the metal that your knuckles may as well be white.
You're terrified– scared out of your mind. The only noise passing through the drums of your ears is your own pulse, the accelerated beat of your heart as you try to clear the fog that dances over your brain. Fear must be clouding your judgement, making you follow it blindly into the light; well, dark.
Your breath leaps from your chest in short pants, eyes haphazardly harding around your form as you make it to the bottom of the stairs. Something is keeping your legs moving when all your brain wants to do is turn back and run. Call the authorities like you should be doing instead of risking everything to satiate the incessant need pulling at the back of your skull. Acting on instincts alone, allowing the string of fate to tug you around the corner. The urge to investigate is stronger than anything you had ever felt before. Anything you’ve ever wanted to feel before.
He sees you before you see him.
“P-please..” The quiet, almost non-existent voice sends a chill down your spine. One you were not expecting in the slightest.
Terrified, panicked. Shaking like a leaf, eyes welled with tears. It’s almost like he knew you were coming down all along, just… didn’t know what to do about it. Too scared to move, too scared to hide. Too scared to do anything but sit there and wait.
Just as petrified as you.
Nothing about the scene before you is making much sense at all. Not to you, at least. Why is he so scared? Why is he in your home? Why isn’t he doing anything but sitting there with pleading, helpless eyes? You try to take everything in, try to fit the pieces of the picture together.
Basement window opened slightly, just enough to allow the man— was he a man? To climb inside. Pretty blonde hair completely dishevelled on his head, grime coating what you know would be such pretty locks. Eyes with double pupils brimmed with tears threatening to spill at any second. Pink plush lips quivering with worry, fangs biting into them so hard you fear they may bleed. No, they are bleeding.
He is definitely not a man. Nor is he a beast. An intoxicating swirl of the two combined into a species of hybrid you’ve never seen before.
The first thought in your head is one it shouldn’t be. One that makes your heart stop for entirely different reasons than before. Makes you drop the broom in your hands, allowing it to fall to the ground with a clatter. Defences dropped completely in the face of the stranger before you.
He only flinches at the noise, blood covered hands reaching in panic to cover his all too sensitive ears.
Any worries have left you– something seeded deep within your soul tells you he isn’t a threat in the slightest. Not to you, at least. Never to you. Maybe it is the same string as before pulling you along. Pulling you to what destiny has provided.
He is absolutely gorgeous. Even with the grime and his pale complexion from the cold you can tell that easily. He might just be the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, and you find lost in yourself what to do about it.
What is anyone meant to do when a drop dead gorgeous hybrid enters their home in the middle of a blizzard? Just as scared as you were moments before? Looking like he might freeze to death if you don’t–
Holy shit he must be frozen solid.
It’s only then that you come to your senses, your eyes racking over him once more as you take in all of him for more than just the beauty he brings.
His clothes are thin– far too thin for this weather at least. Tattered on the edges, few stains spotting the fabric, though its clear effort was spent trying to get them out. Your mind wants to wonder why he would worry about that, worry about making himself appear presentable, but raking your vision down you know there is no time for it. Not with the blood on his palms or the red of his flesh.
Your body moves quicker than your brain can think, crouching down in front of him. Noticing the way he flinches once more, the fear in his eyes more palpable, hurting worse than a gunshot wound.
The constriction of your chest is dumb, or at least it should be. Feels almost benign, unfounded. You just met him, you're scaring him, but for an unexplainable reason you wish you could take all of his worry away just for that moment. Make him feel a little better, a little warm. A little safe.
“It’s okay… it’s okay…” Your voice mumbles, trying to soothe him or yourself, you’re not entirely sure.
“I-I’m sorry… pl-please don’t.. It’s just so cold… Please…” He begs, though neither of you are sure what for. Not to hurt him, not to send him back outside. All you know is the tears that now flow from his eyes, cresting along his cheeks, dripping to the floor.
“Not going anywhere…” You hope your voice sounds stronger than you feel, hope he can’t hear the way the strings of your heart break, hope he hears how much you care in your tone all along, “Trust me a little okay…?”
You know your words mean nothing, that it might have been an impossible task for him to do so. But you had to try. Had to hope.
It should be hard for you to trust him too, it should be hard to rectify your fear in the face of the one who had caused it. It isn’t the right thing– none of this is the right thing, but it all just comes too easily. Compassion, caring takes over the anxiety too easily. Too brilliantly to do anything else other than care for this hybrid that has wound up at your door.
He was just a scared hybrid doing whatever he needed to to survive. Terrified out of his mind that he would freeze or starve out there– probably had no burrow or… you’re not sure, honestly, what his home might be like. But no home nevertheless. You could never just send another person out there to die.
He stiffens as you reach out for him, gently take his hands in your own. They feel like ice, frozen solid. You don't want to acknowledge what could have happened to them if he was out there any longer.
Without thinking you raise them to your lips, blowing on them as best you can. Trying to do anything to get the blood flowing again before you take him upstairs. Warm him up properly. Make him feel like more than a snowman once again.
You don’t notice the way his form completely loses all stress as you touch him for the first time, speak to him the first time. He feels transfixed on your voice– it had to be too sweet to be real. But you were too focused on your mission. Too focused on making sure the man who has broken into your home is okay to notice the way his lips part slightly at your tone.
You don’t notice the way his breath hitches, the way all of his hair stands on edge as a current runs through his body, breathing life into every pore he possesses. Nor the way his eyes widen, losing their will to cry as he stares at you.
Don’t notice the recognition on his face.
You don’t notice a lot of things he does that day. Too focused on getting him into a warm shower– one he was very confused by, you might add. Too focused on getting a warm meal in his belly. Too focused on getting him in nice, clean clothes. A set that will properly keep him warm.
You could worry about other things later. But this felt right. This felt like something you were always meant to do. Or maybe that was just the size of your heart talking– you could never be too sure. But you liked to think it was the former. Liked to hope that Jimin, who you later learned was a spider hybrid, was always meant to come tumbling through your window, into your life for good.
The days that follow are easy– falling into a rhythm with him, taking care of him is just too simple. As basic as breathing, maybe.
Though, it hasn’t exactly been hard with how much he sleeps. How deep he’s nestled in your bed, blankets piled on top of him to drown out any chills that may attempt to slip into his bones. It’s almost like hibernation– if you could describe it. Re-building his energy, making himself feel strong again before he faces the world.
You can’t blame him, honestly. Not after everything he’s been through. Only god knows how long he had been out there. How long he had to brave the snowstorm, the cold weather that previewed it as well. You would probably do the same thing. Hide yourself from everything that hurt you.
Most days you wish you could be doing the exact same thing as him. Hide under a pile of blankets and forget the rest of the world exists. But the voice of your parents would always nag you out of it, force you to be human with the rest of society because it's the right thing.
You humph, gently placing a plate of food on the bedside table. Let him occupy your room for as long as he needs, preparing meals for him even though he never touches a bit of it. It’s the least you can do with his condition.
You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to stop someone's pain so badly. You hope you can by just doing small things like this. You sigh, heading for the door once again. Another day on the couch.
“Human…?” His voice is quiet, almost non-existent as he calls for you. Cracking slightly, the first time he's spoken in days.
You quickly turn to face him and almost want to fall to your knees at the sight. Fluffy blonde hair peeking from just below the covers, doll eyes peering at you while the rest of him stays hidden beneath the surface. Does he know how destructive he is?
Wait, no. Now isn’t the time to be thinking about this. He’s letting his defences down, actually talking to you. Stop it.
“Hmm?” You gently call back, glued to your spot in the doorway. You don’t know what he would do if you moved, how startled he may be because of it. You want to talk to him– to find answers.
“What time is it…?” He slowly asks, pacing his question. You notice a slight lisp behind his words– how much of an effort he puts to cover it up.
“Mmm.. about 1? I made myself some lunch so I was just stopping by.” You explain, trying to justify your presence in the room.
“Oh.” He looks beneath the blankets, eyes darting around the room, “Okay. Thank you.”
It seems neither of you are great conversationalists, awkward air passing between the space left between your bodies. You don’t blame him. You don’t know what you would be thinking, feeling if you were in the same place as him. If you didn’t really know what your fate was going to be.
“How are you feeling?” You ask quietly, playing with your fingers to distract from the nerves that you feel. As much as you want to jump, pin him down and ask every single thing your heart begs for, you know that isn't the right thing to do. You know you should be slow, careful with this. At least, that's what the articles online have told you.
“Better…” His voice comes out smoother this time, finally coming out of sleep as he sits up in the bed. Gently taking the plate into his lap, scrunching his nose. “It’s not cold in here like out there.”
You can’t help but smile to yourself. He seems so relaxed, so at ease. Not scared in the slightest of you or what you may do. You forget all about the fact that you should probably be scared of him too.
“Not really,” You smile gently, eyes glancing at the window as he starts to eat, “I was really worried about you, scared me bad.”
You don’t see the flush that covers his cheeks.
“I-I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to… your window was the first one I could get through and I knew I couldn’t take the storm anymore so I–”
“Hey, It’s fine.” You turn your attention back to him, “I’m just glad you’re okay, yeah? It must’ve been terrifying out there.”
“It was.” He doesn’t hesitate in answering in the slightest, eyes serious as they focus on you. They’re beautiful, really. His eyes.
“I’m sorry…”
He shakes his head, “Not your fault human, I left the reserve. My fault.” He tells you in earnest, wanting you to believe it with every piece of your soul that you could never do anything to hurt him, “Come sit?”
The question is quiet, but you oblige nonetheless. Legs moving you slowly, perching at the end of the bed to face him. Kicking your legs slightly as you stare at the pattern of your sweats.
“The reserve?” You ask, turning slightly to face him. His face is suddenly smiling, nodding at your question. He must like the place a lot, see it as home for him to become so excited.
“Yeah! Where I live,” He explains, continuing to shovel food into his mouth as he speaks, “They say humans can't hurt you there, you get to hunt like in the wild too.”
He hums, content in talking about the one place he has ever found comfort in, found friends in. You can’t help but smile as he speaks, too.
“Yeah? It sounds really nice.” He’s nodding his head once again, as quickly as he can.
“There are lots of other arthropods to play with there. Lot’s of food. Sometimes the humans that visit will give you some too, but they’re normally scared of me.” He suddenly looks serious, eyes coming to meet yours once again, “You’re not scared of me, right?”
You jerk your head back, brows furrowing together in confusion. How could someone be scared of someone like Jimin? You’ve only known him for a matter of days and you doubt that you could ever be.
“Of course not.” You tell him, gently reaching a hand over to place on his knee. He doesn’t flinch away like you expect him to. “You just needed some help, we all need help sometimes.”
He smiles, the serious demeanour retracting from his face in an instant. Back to smiling down at his food happily. The silence doesn’t feel as awkward anymore, at least you don't think it does. It makes you happy, stretching on as he continues to eat like a man starved. He probably is, days of not eating and only sleeping.
“Why did you leave it?” You tilt your head, staring out the window once more. Few snowflakes trickle against the blue sky, “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But I figure if we’re going to be together through the storm–”
“You’re not gonna kick me out?” His face is awestruck, fork dropping to the plate in surprise. What is he talking about? Kick him out? In this weather?
You quickly shake your head, hand slowly pulling itself back from your knee. He whines in protest, quickly trying to force himself back under your heat. The touch of your hand warmed him up more than anything else in this room– more than the blankets, more than the heater or the warm towels.
His hand tangles itself with your own, pulls you back to his covered knee. Keeps your hand in place with his own while he uses the other to eat. Good. This is better. He likes it when you touch him. The way your small hand feels wrapped in his own.
Makes the tips of his fingers tingle, warmth spread throughout his skin. This is right. This is good.
“Why would I kick you out?” You ask in disbelief, either unnoticing or uncaring to the way he holds your hand– he’s unsure. Not that it matters much! “It’s too cold for anyone out there. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
He smiles, the pit of his stomach only warming more at your words, “Good.”
“We have to wait for the snow to melt to drive you ba–” He cuts you off once again, not wanting to think about going back. At least not without you.
“My friend Taehyung leaves a lot,” He begins to explain, fingers squeezing your own as his palm lays heavy against the back of your hand, “He always talks about how fun it is. All the cool things he gets to see, you know?”
He places his plate to the side while he talks, licking one of his fangs gently. You don’t want to think about how handsome he looks while he does such an action.
“So I wanted to try it out, but we’re not really supposed to leave, you know? ‘Cause then we’re not protected.” You nod along, “And I don’t really have wings to fly out so… I had to wait until they weren’t really paying attention.”
“And that just happened to line up right before the snowstorm was supposed to hit.” You finish for him and he nods, looking down at his lap, “That has gotta be such shitty luck, Jimin. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s really not, you just wanted to go out and experience new things and you almost ended up dead.” You frown at him, trying to get the man to understand the gravity of what may have happened. He simply shakes his head, plush lips tilted into a small smile just for you.
“I said it’s okay.” He tries to make you believe it, leaning closer. Feeling nothing like the stranger he was only days before. “I got to meet you, so it was all worth it.”
Mate. Mate. Mate.
Jimin has a mate that he’s going to be with someday. Someone he’s going to fall in love with. Someone he’s meant to be with, be happy with for the rest of his life. Someone that isn’t you. You really need to accept that and move on from this stupid fucking crush you’ve developed. One that will amount to nothing but heartbreak.
All hybrids have them– Jimin is not excluded from that. You know it’s true. Know it’s so true that you can hardly breathe but he just makes it so easy, too fucking easy to fall for him.
He takes care of the house, cleans it for you whenever there is a mess. Does the dishes after dinner. Takes out the trash. Tells the spiders in the yard not to mess with you– okay, you’re not entirely sure he does that last one. But he is adamant he can speak to them, and who are you to rain on his little spidey parade.
As the seasons change and the months pass, he only makes it easier and easier. Fitting into your life like he was the only piece missing. Filling in all of the bits and pieces you never knew you needed, wrapping silk around your heart and pulling it tight before you could ever think about letting him go.
Even as the months heat and his deep blue roots grow out from his bleached hair, he has no desire to the place he once called home. The reserve quickly pushed aside every time you try to bring it up. Saying he likes it better here, that this is now his home.
To be honest, nothing makes you more happy. Nothing in the world could possibly make you feel better than Jimin. His little webs he places in the corners, the soft way he clings to you when he becomes needy, the way he likes to show you any bugs he catches before he eats them. You’re not sure you could continue in your life without it.
Yet still, still. You’re not sure if this is right. The right thing, the right way to go about it all.
You often fear that you’re keeping him from what he really wants, if he actually wants to go back but feels indebted to you in some way. If that’s the only reason he actually sticks around.
You worry you’re being selfish in that regard. And then once again you find yourself spiralling into the void of questions you could never have answered. Feelings that will always be unaccounted for because Jimin has a mate.
Or at least, will have one. Someday. And you’re not sure if you could handle that day coming. Not in the warm heat of spring, flowers blooming alongside feelings for an arachnid that has entered your life.
One that has no intention of leaving your side anytime soon, if he has anything to say about it.
But nothing, nothing in the world could prepare you for this. What could prepare the thrum of your heart or the butterflies in your tummy? You never expected him to hold you this close, keep your body pressed against his own in the small space of the coat closet. Keep his face tucked away in your neck, whining in pain at something you could never think to discern.
So quickly you were pulled away, without a second to waste you were dragged onto his lap. One second kicking off your shoes, covered in mud from gardening, the next a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into the dark confines. Only Jimin there to cover up your scream, lips delicately pressed to your ear uttering a quiet please. Voiced laced with a whine so pained you couldn’t help but join him without a second to spare.
A thought to think– a debate on whether this is right to do or not, for yourself and your own heart.
“Min? Min, what’s wrong?” It’s the only thing you can think to ask, pulling him away from your neck, making his head face your own. Hands gently cupping either cheek as your eyes attempt to make out the features of his face.
It’s too dark, you can’t see anything. The only answer he gives is in the form of a pained groan, not even his eyes reaching you through the darkness. You start to panic, feel the nerves along your spine light up in trepidation.
He’s hurt. He has to be. What happened? Is he okay? He’s never acted like this before. Not with you. Never before has he seemed so hurt, so dishevelled save for the night you first met him.
Just before this the two of you were gardening, mid-morning sun shining bright overhead. A light breeze passing through the trees keeping the two of you cool. That was it! He only went inside a few minutes before you, a few minutes alone and he was already hurt this bad.
Oh god, you never want him to hurt. To be in pain. It hurts your heart just as bad as it hurts him, if not worse.
You’ve fallen a lot farther than you thought.
“Min, let me just turn on the lights okay? Let me see what’s wrong.” You try to coax him, try to kneel from his lap to reach the string above you. Panic flooding through you as he keeps you snug, keeps you from helping him.
You stop your struggle, veins running cold as he lets out a sharp, violent hiss. A sound he’s never made before, never dare uttered towards you– around you in general. It leaves you nervous, scared for entirely different reasons than before.
But one thing is clear from the way his fingers dig into the skin of your wrist almost painfully. The same wrist that was reaching for the string. He doesn’t want you to turn on the light.
“Okay…okay I won’t…” You tell the arachnid, slowly lowering yourself back onto his lap. Letting go of the struggle, letting go of the resistance. It isn’t what he needs right now, isn’t what he wants.
His grip loosens, arms returning to their place around your waist. Holding you close. Keeping you in his arms. His face nuzzles back into your neck, inhaling deeply with every breath he takes. Smelling you. Imprinting the memory of it in his brain.
“What if I use my flashlight…? Would that be okay?” Once again, the response is a much short, quieter hiss. A lot less defensive, angry than the first. Just a sign of dismissal.
“Okay…” You say quietly, bringing one arm behind him to gently run through his hair. Scratching his scalp in a way that always has him preening, “Can you please tell me what's wrong? So I can help…? Please…”
Your voice is quiet, almost a beg as you ask him. He squeezes your body tighter in response. Would’ve basked in the tone you gave him if not for the pounding behind his eyelids. Still, he knows if he’s going to get you to stay, he has to talk. No matter how much it hurts.
A whine leaves his lips, nose running along the column of your neck as he tries to scent you, “Hurts.”
He answered, his voice shaky and quiet, but it gives you nothing.
“I know Min, I know…” You hush quietly, trying to consol something that you do not have the answer to. Your other hand slowly starts to soothe up and down his back, trying to relax the poor boy enough to speak.
“The light. Hurt eyes. Head Hurts.” He gruffs out, burying his face into your skin to block out any other source that he could.
Your lips part in a soft ‘o’ as the picture becomes clear to you. Staying outside too long, helping you in the garden had come at a cost to the poor spider in the form of a splitting headache.
How could you have been so dumb to let him help you? The articles you’ve read, the pieces you’ve tried to put together to understand the man in your life– they told you as much. How delicate some species' eyes could be but… Jimin never seemed to have that issue before. Never mentioned it, anyway. He doesn’t mention a lot about himself.
You frown.
“Min, I’m so sorry…”
He only grumbles in reply, blunt nails digging into the back of your shirt to keep himself grounded. To keep his head from pounding any louder.
“Let me– Let me go get you some Ibuprofen, yeah?” You hope the sound of your voice isn’t making everything worse. If it does, he doesn’t say anything, only shaking his head, burrowing it further under your hair.
“Just… stay.” He sighs in defeat, shoulders relaxing as he holds you close. He doesn’t need medicine. He doesn’t need anything else. He just needs you. Why can’t you understand that?
“I’ll–” You breathe, trying to force the flush of your cheeks to disappear. He can see in the dark, you know that much. You wouldn’t want him seeing this. The effect he has over you. Doesn’t he know how dangerous he is?
“I’ll stay.”You sigh in defeat, unaware to the pride that blooms in his chest at the battle won. The quiet chirp from his throat that he has you here, with him. Where you’re meant to be.
Hours pass just like that, just the two of you wrapped in each other's arms. No words spoken but quiet requests to know the other is okay. That the other is safe. Even as your muscles begin to cramp, bones start to become sore you don’t dare to move. Don’t dare to do a thing when you are the only one that matters to him right now.
Jimin makes it so easy to pretend.
Especially as his migraine begins to lift, as the conversation between two souls becomes more frequent. As he moves your body to the side so your head can rest against his chest. As his fingers smoothe over the skin of your thigh, rubbing gentle, comforting circles into your flesh.
“And then Namjoon, you know how bad a flyer he is, ran straight into the director of the park. Made her spill her whole coffee all over.” He smiles to himself as he tells the story of the bee hybrid, eyes heavy as he looks down at your form. So cute and small, “and you know what he said?”
You shake your head, “what?”
“‘You need some honey?’” He recites, dipping his voice in a deeper octave to mimic what you can only assume to be Namjoon’s. His voice falling into quiet giggles, you quickly follow suit. Laughing at stories of friends, feeling at home in the dark closet.
You don’t care how long the two of you have been in there. Only that he isn’t in pain anymore.
“I’m glad you’re okay now.” You tell him, eyes feeling heavy, the soothing tremor of his voice vibrating in his chest making your head start to fog. Inklings of sleep slipping into your frame. Head lulling back against him, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.
He nods, his throat constricting at just how perfect you look there, fingers teetering on the brink of digging into your skin once more. “Feeling a lot better… my vision is still a little spotty but it's okay.”
You pout. He has to hold back a coo. Too cute. Do you even know how cute you are when you get like this? Probably not.
“No, it’s not okay. I should have known. Told you to go back inside so you don’t get hurt. I don’t like it when you get hurt.”
His heart pounds once, twice before he releases a shaky exhale. Do you know what you do to him when you talk like that? When you show him just how much you care?
The level of restraint he has, it has to be impressive. If he was Taehyung, he would have taken you right there. Wrapped your arms in webs so you couldn’t move. Mate you without a second thought.
Seriously, what did you think you were doing? Talking to him like that? Making him feel like he’s going insane, a few short strings from breaking free and just taking you to his nest. Keeping you there.
You can’t say things like that to him. Not with how innocent you look, with how terribly he already wants you.
A harsh breath comes out of his nose as he forces the thoughts away. He’s not Taehyung. He’s not going to take you for his own selfish desires alone. No, he’s going to keep lulling you into his web like he knows you want. Knows you need. Keep being a good little spider for you.
“I should have told you.” He says quietly, lips coming down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, “Couldn’t have known my species is sensitive like that.”
You hum in quiet annoyance, “Still… read online about some glasses that can help some insects manage light… should have bought them.”
A courting gift? No no, you don’t know what that is. No matter what his spider screams he knows that isn’t true.
He sighs, he needs a distraction. Something to calm the voice in his head screaming at him to kiss you.
Your leg kicks out gently as he starts, feeling like nothing but a feather tickling across your skin. Gentle silks laying across the surface from his wrists, spinnerets hard at work to produce the webbing he places on your thigh.
He huffs quietly, a smirk of a laugh coming out as he moves your leg back, “Tickles?” He asks, an amused lilt present in his voice. Oh god, he’s going to start teasing you again. He loves teasing you.
“What are you doing?” You ask quietly, eyes glancing down to where his fingers move expertly. Thread after thread moving through his fingers, decorating your skin as he draws pictures. Paints flowers, sunsets, anything he can think of really across the canvas of your thigh.
“Just drawing… calms me down.” Marking you, claiming you. Showing every other arthropod that this one is his, this one is Jimins’. Well, at least for the next 3 days when the stick wears off. “Do you want me to stop?”
A tingle runs through your spine as he works, eyes not able to leave his hands for even a second. Your stomach swarms with what has to be a hive of bees, your core bubbling with something you don’t want to describe or think about.
You just hope he can’t smell you. Can’t hear the race of your heart, the increase in breath. The flush on your cheeks that travels all the way to your ears.
He can.
“N-no… It’s okay. I want you to feel better so… do what you need to do.” You mumble, trying to get your feelings to calm down before you fully lose it.
You have to buy those glasses.
Being a spider is just too difficult!
At least that’s what Jimin has told you time and time again over the past 8 months you’ve spent with him. Cold, icy months blossoming into the summer heat with him by your side. With him making residence in your home, cementing his place in your life without any regards for going back to his original home.
It’s too hard for him out there anyway! People at the park think you’re scary so they won’t give you any snacks, security removes your webs when they become too prominent around the landscape. Something about having to “give other spiders a chance” and them “taking up too much space.”
Can you believe them?! All the time and effort he put into his pretty webs, gone in a flash! The strain the sun caused his eyes, the pounding headaches he endured stringing up pieces of silk along the trees, creating a beautiful orchestra of white to claim his territory.
Thank god he doesn’t have to deal with that anymore, at least. Ever since you bought him those sunglasses, making webs outside has never been easier. Catching prey so much easier than ever before.
You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the sight of him eating the bugs he catches, but who are you to yuck his yum? You know all of the things he’s had to endure as a spider. Everything he’s convinced the world hates him for simply based on his breed alone. The least you can do is show kindness around his diet.
That’s how you end up rubbing his back in soothing circles time and time again, fangs piercing a stuffed animal or piece of fruit– anything he can get his hands on really, as he whines, flinches as he spits out all of his venom.
His venom is one of the worst things he’s had to deal with, you’ve learned. It builds up behind his teeth, waiting to be used on a waiting victim when there is no such thing. No exit point for the liquid to flow.
His fangs begin to ache, begging to pierce something just to release all of the pent up tension in his gums. It hurts too bad, too much to just keep it inside. So once a month, you find yourself in the same position, trying to help him relieve the aggression with soothing, gentle words as he spits the venom out in a way you can only imagine is unsatisfying. Leaving his fangs sensitive and achy for days to come.
In general, his fangs seem to be a point of special contention within the hybrid. They’re too pointy, cause too many issues. The extended canines digging into his plush lower lip just a little too hard making every movement just a little too uncomfortable. God, and he has to worry about brushing them to perfection– keep them pretty for his mate.
At least, that’s what he tells you.
The rest of the world hurts him. You don’t.
Today especially. At least that's what you can assume by the stretch of his arms, the whine bubbling from the back of his throat. His arms reaching for your form, beckoning you, calling you to join him on the couch. All worked up, acting like a wounded puppy that needs nursing just to get your attention.
It always works. Always will.
Some would say he’s become more pushy— more desperate for your attention, forcing it from your grasp without realizing it yourself. That’s what your friends have told you. How easily you fit into the palm of his hand with no more than a simple gesture coaxing you forward into his sweet embrace, never noticing the glares he sends others who enter your home.
No, you would deny all of it. Listen when he tells you that you don’t need your friends anyway. It just feels so good to be needed by him, wanted by him in a way you can never have him. In whatever way he’s willing to give.
r weakness than ever before. No matter how much you’ve tried to avoid it, how much you’ve tried to do the right thing and shove the stupid, pesky feelings down, he’s managed to twist himself into the confines of your heart. Filling a deep hole inside with his pretty silks and crooked little teeth. Takes up a lot more space then you’d ever be willing to admit. Not to him, anyway. Not when he could find his mate any day now.
You’ve been thinking about it more and more lately– the prospect of his mate. It’s difficult not to when he treats you so kindly. When he creeps in your bed at night to cold you, when he reaches out for your comfort alone. When he graces your neck with his fangs his lips–
You drop the dishes back in the sink, shoving your thoughts back into the deep dark recesses of your mind. Maybe if you can be his comfort for now, that will be enough. Even if it isn’t right.
Maybe that’s just how far you’ve fallen, how much he’s tangled you in his embrace. Not that it matters much, you smile all the same. Abandoning your task on only his third whine and fourth dramatic roll of the night. Giving in is so easy when it’s him.
But! It’s a new record for how long you’ve held out! Even got two stomps out of him. You should be proud of yourself.
Maybe you are, though it's for different reasons entirely as Jimin grabs at your wrists, pulling you down beside him. Nudging his face into the crook of your neck with a quiet, pained whine.
You like to ignore those other reasons. They’ll only hurt more if you face them head on. But it's hard to, so hard when he’s this close. When he’s holding you like you may just be the very thing from shattering his world apart.
Or maybe you’re over thinking things.
Yeah. It’s probably that.
“Y/n…” You feel his lips ghost your neck as he whines, wiggling slightly in discomfort.
His duality is always impressive, has been making your brain go a little haywire since he first moved in, since he became more comfortable in your presence. Letting you see him for what he really is. Always playing so cute, so pliant when he needs something– attention, food, for you to just give in and give him what he wants.
Other times he acts as if he could be the reincarnation of Arachne herself. Beautiful, deceptive. Terrifyingly aware of how attractive he is to the human eye. You think he does it on purpose. Likes to see your head spin as you try to keep up with which apparition of Jimin you will experience that day.
He doesn’t know how dangerous it can be, especially for you. How easy it can be to believe that it's real and not just the flirt of his personality. At least you have cute Jimin for now. It’s a little easier to manage.
“You okay Minnie? Something happen?” Your arm reaches up for where he clings to it, fingers gently petting through his fluffy blonde hair. The action seems to soothe him, make him almost pur from the feeling of your fingers alone. Make him feel the slightest bit better from whatever might be irritating him.
He forces his wrists onto your lap, nuzzles his face further into your neck. Inhale all the scents you have to offer. Let you see the issue of spiders.
The tiny holes of his spinnerets come into view, red and inflamed. Shit. They have to be hurting. The skin jutting out slightly more than it should be. Pretty strings of silk hanging in a messy manner. Clogged glands always hurt. Always make for issues.
You frown at the sight, delicately taking his wrist into your hand, looking at it closer. No, not too bad you have to take him to the doctor… you can handle it fine. But it won’t feel good, it never does. Dummy must’ve gotten too excited while webbing up the basement again, got his poor spinnerets working too hard. Overproducing silk to the point it has nowhere to go.
“Min!” You whine, already grabbing a pair of tweezers from the side-table– you’ve learned it’s always good to have a pair on-hand. “I told you that you gotta be more careful!”
“I know!” He hisses almost pathetically, “Just got ahead of myself!”
His voice is no more than a grumble, turning his head away from you yet not pulling away in the slightest. Pretending he hates when you scold him, when you show just how much you care about him.
You pretend it isn’t cute in much the same way.
“Always end up getting ahead of yourself,” You sigh dramatically, acting as if having to take care of the arachnid bothers you more than it actually does. Truth be told, you don’t care in the slightest. Who knows, maybe it even makes you preen in delight.
Feeling wanted as your fingers try to be as gentle as possible while removing the silk. Pulling out the little pieces strand by strand, work out the knot it's made under the skin to try and bring him some relief.
Though, no matter how careful you may be, he still flinches in pain all the same. Trying to cover it up like it was nothing, like every poke and prod doesn’t hurt. Like he can be tough under your gentle hands and pained gaze. He knows it has to be done and no matter how much you hate to see him in pain, you do too.
The dull ache will grow worse and worse, could even turn into an infection if you don't handle it as fast as possible. Worst case? He may have to have his spinnerets removed completely. A fate that feels worse than death to a spider hybrid– or so you’ve read at least.
Soon after he came into your life you did everything in your power to learn as much about his species as possible. Scoured webpage upon webpage, blog post on blog post, youtube video after youtube video. Even went down the sticky threads of a reddit rabbithole to try and learn everything about him.
The only thing you found: how horrible arthropod hybrids are treated in your society. Either sold at auction for absurd prices or cast aside completely depending on how “inhuman” they look. How they are used as tools to show wealth or are discarded from the rest of the world completely. The notion alone had pissed you off to no end.
Jimin was a member of the latter group– or at least that’s what you assumed. From behind no one would be able to tell he was any less than human. His lack of multiple limbs or fluttering wings left him to the devices of the reserve. Probably cast aside, dropped off by the people that raised him for not providing anything that went along with their definition of ‘value’.
Your eyes pinch into a quiet glare. They’re just fucking stupid. Anyone could see that Jimin is perfect. Anyone could see that he did not deserve the treatment he's received, nor deserved to be in the state he was in when you first found him.
And while you’re glad he didn’t end up with anyone else, still didn’t end up in an auction house like many others had, you hate them for thinking they could define his value. That they could define him for more than what he lacked. He still has beautiful fangs. Still has beautiful eyes and his natural cobalt-blue hair. He is still perfect to you.
A sharp hiss leaves his lips, arm attempting to jerk back from your hold as your grip tightens just a hair too hard. As you accidentally tug on a far too sensitive part of the knot. Getting a little too lost in your head while your fingers pick away diligently. Trying to ease the pain as fast as you can.
“Human!” He whines, quickly shushed by a flurry of apologies leaving your mouth. Face flushed, panic in your eyes as he admonishes you.
Once again you’re reminded all too well of how far you’ve fallen for him. Heart racing, brain yelling at itself for hurting him.
It’s dumb, you know that. Everything about the schoolgirl crush you’ve formed on him is. But it doesn’t stop the frown on your lips, the gentle rub of your fingers into his skin as you try to make it up to him.
A quiet grumble leaves his lips, heart hurting at the little dejected expression you wear. He forgives better than he forgets, moving his arms back to the pillow propped on your lap, allowing you to continue your work.
A pout stays on his lips as he watches your hands move. Watches the way the tweezers move under the thin layer of skin. Watches the way you move softer now, taking your time with him. Trying your utmost to not hurt him again.
To you it feels far too intimate. To him, it leaves him almost feral.
“Been working really hard on them lately, haven’t you?” Your voice sounds, trying to distract him or yourself from wandering thoughts– you’re not sure. He’s almost clean– almost all better so you can stop playing nurse. Get a warm washcloth to soothe the skin, take away any ache that lasts from the overused glands.
He nods, “Autumn is coming up…” He mumbles, the words leaving his lips in almost a shy fashion. Like it’s a secret that isn’t a secret at all in the coy fashion he knows you adore.
He knows all too well all of the things that make your stomach flutter. Listens to your heart beat like it’s his favourite song, the flush of your cheeks his favourite painting. Every little twitch of your lip or tap of your feet he catches with ease. You are his favourite everything.
You’ve become far more interesting than any book, far more gorgeous than any actress. Learned to read you better than yourself.But he supposes that would happen to any hybrid who had to wait as long as him, endure as much as he has.
Humans are tricky things, you know? You have to wait and wait and wait just for them to finally give into what they really want. Play the long game to win a prize at the end like he wants, deserves.
He’ll win it soon. August.
“Mmm? Having a contest with the house spiders or something?” You giggle, an effort to try and keep the atmosphere as light as possible. Try to distract from any pain he may be feeling at the moment.
Jimin is convinced he can speak to them– the house spiders that you allow to stay in the corners of your house. Another one of Jimin’s pitfalls that you couldn’t help but wonder into. He claims that they’re his friends, that he talks to them all the time. You, on the other hand, are unconvinced. They probably just use him for food!
“How did you know?! Who told you!” He gasps in mock surprise, head dipping low to rest on your shoulder before he continues, “No, not this time…they all know I would win anyway.”
“I know you would,” He doesn’t allow you in the basement to look at them, at least he hasn’t in the last month, but you’ve seen plenty strung around the house. Dotted in the corners of each room, his way of claiming territory. “You’ve always got such pretty silk.”
His face flushes– he knows you can’t see it. It’s good if you don’t, better if you have no clue how much your words affect him. Exactly how much those words mean to him.
Hopefully you will soon enough. Hopefully, if things go according to plan, you’ll know a lot of things. But right now you just need to stay a little clueless. Just for a little longer.
That’s what he promises to himself.
“What’s happening in autumn then?” You ask, finally pulling the last bit of silk from his left wrist. Both finally clean, finally working like they should be.
Taking each wrist into one of your hands, your thumbs find the openings to the spinnerets. Fingers rubbing gentle, soothing circles into the flesh. Your version of a little makeshift massage. One that always causes him to fall apart under. Spine slumping, mouth parting slightly as he watches your fingers work. His brain going a little empty along with the soothing motion of your fingertips.
Another thing that you don’t understand the intimacy of. The extent of what your touch means to him. How terribly it makes him want to bite you.
His voice is a pitch lower than before. You can’t help but notice the way his breath stutters in his throat at the gentle movement of your thumbs. The way his pupils expand ever so slightly. The way he leans into your touch, avoids eye contact at all costs.
You can’t help the blush that dusts your cheeks, the flutter of your ribcage. The way you keep going just because you know it’s making him feel good.
Stop it! You’re thinking in a bad way again! It isn't right! It’s just from the massage, the relief after his spinnerets are cleared! God, you can’t think about him like this. Can’t do this to yourself! Calm down, seriously. None of this is a big deal.
You know he can hear fast your heart is beating regardless of the argument going on inside of your brain.
“Autumn is mating season.” Your thumbs stutter.
Oh. That is something all of the articles definitely neglected to tell you. They didn’t tell you anything about… that aspect of spiders. Not that they explained much to begin with but certainly nothing about breeding.
You can’t help the way your grip tightens, trying to find purchase– stability at the revelation. Heart thrumming in your chest faster, more aggravated than before. The chill that travels down your spine with the hum of his voice so close to your ear.
Can’t help the sinch of jealousy that finds you either.
Fuck, you hate that he’s smirking– without even looking at his face you can tell! You know he can hear the exact pitter-patter of your heart, any little sound or smell you let out he can easily pick up. Knows your exact emotions before you know them yourself.
“Ah… I see.” This topic really shouldn’t make you so embarrassed! Pull yourself together!
You know that all hybrids have a cycle they go through. Heats, ruts, anything in between. You knew that when Jimin came into your life he would be the same! Knew there would be a time when he’d have to lock himself in the basement, body flooded with hormones. The pretty sounds you’d have to block out filling the house.
But still, because it’s him, you can’t help the nerves that arise from your core. The realisation that it would be coming sometime soon.
If you’re going to make it through you’d have to invest in some soundproof headphones. For your own sanity.
“Mmm?” He smiles, voice sweet and saccharine. Away with the pain of existing also left cute Jimin, leaving a deadly predator in its wake. One that likes to taunt and tease you while acting as innocent as an angel.
Leaves your brain confused, floundering trying to keep up with his deceptively sweet tongue. Doing it all just to get a cute little reaction out of you.
Guess he picked up on the exact little whirlwind of your mind, “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed…”
“Shut up!” You whine, trying to stand from the couch so you can retrieve a washcloth. Try to avoid the way your heart is going to pound out of your chest, the way you know you’ll fall farther into his clutches.
His arms lock on firm, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck to rub his cheeks against your skin. Scent you just like he does a million times a day claiming that it's necessary. Spiders smell so much less than other hybrids– he has to do it or else.
Or at least that’s what he says– you think that it’s another lie.
“What!” He laughs, “Not like I’m saying anything dirty, it’s only natural.” He chides, sliding back against the couch, pulling you into his side with ease. Slotting you in like you’re meant to fit there, not whatever mate he meets in the future.
Your brain yells at itself. You know how dangerous that line of thinking is.
“Unless you want me to be dirty? I could if I wanted, you know.” He smiles as innocently as a wolf, fangs oozing with confidence behind them.
“Oh my god!” You sigh dramatically, putting on the front you always do when your heart feels like it may just explode. When you feel like digging an early grave because Jimin knows exactly what he’s doing.
You simply roll your eyes, “And I could punch you in the dick if I wanted to, you know?”
His laugh is always so pretty, boisterous yet still as light as air. Head tilting back, his neck on display as he chastises you for the empty threat. One you both know won’t come true, at least not right now.
He smiles, a gentle kiss being placed on your forehead as he urges you to stay. Promising he’ll be a ‘good little spider’ so you don’t have to worry about him. The implication of snacks and movies making you stay. The way he pouts when you tell him you’re not buying anymore BugBitez™ until the end of the week confirming that this is where you need to be right now. That it’s right.
It’s almost too easy for him too. Everything is too easy for you when it comes to Jimin. He claims the exact same.
Or at least, that’s what he mumbles in your ear now. Arms wrapped around you as tight as he can manage. Movie nearing its end with Jimin on the cusp of consciousness, you having lost the plot of it a long time ago.
Something about Aliens? Cowboys? Mothman? You couldn’t even hope to guess. Not when his breath is in your ear.
It’s hard to focus when he’s so close like this. When he’s saying pretty words that could get you lost in your fantasy over and over again. Making him harder and harder to give him up every moment that passes you by.
“Got lucky with my human.” He mumbles, half asleep, face buried in your hair, “Really good human.”
His lips move so lazily when they speak. Fangs running across the surface your skin like they have a mind of their own. Never daring to pierce the surface. Never daring to bite you for real. No matter how bad he really, really wants to.
How bad he wants to mate you. Make you his pliant little prey– see if the rumours about what his venom does to humans is real.
Your breath stutters but you pay it no mind. Trying, begging your eyes to remain focused on the movie. To ignore how deceptive sleepy Jimin is. Tomorrow, he will act as normal. His words will carry no weight.
He isn’t your boyfriend. You aren’t his mate. You two are just friends sharing a house.
Feelings you have no right to have are forced down over and over again. It seems like it's become a daily occurrence– a pattern of habit you have no hope in breaking. The love piling behind your eyelids means nothing when the person he is meant to be with could be around any corner.
But it’s getting harder. Too hard to hold them back and restrain yourself. Especially on nights like this when it feels like fate that the two of you met.
Thinking back on that fateful day now, all of those months ago, you’re sure it had to have been. Maybe the winter gods (if such a thing existed) decided to shine their light on you; to make the blizzard a little less lonely. Make your life filled with long days and even longer nights just a little bit brighter.
Or maybe they hated you and wanted you to suffer.
Wanted you to live a life knowing your affections will never be reciprocated, knowing that Jimin has a fated one out there somewhere just waiting for him. Knowing that it isn’t you. Cursing you to a life of watching Jimin fall for another.
Thinking becomes so hard when it’s about Jimin. When it’s about the man who made you so far into the pits of hell that you don’t think you’ll ever crawl out.
So instead your fingers simply squeeze his hand. Rub gentle, soothing circles into the skin. Care for him like you’re meant to instead of thinking about what the future may hold. What will happen when he does find his mate. What they might be like, what they might dress like, if they’ll have to move in here, if you’ll have to watch him fall in love over and over again every single day.
You think you might hate them.
You sigh.
No, that wouldn’t be fair. Could never be fair to Min. He deserves happiness. He deserves the world whether or not you’re a part of it.
You hope he isn’t able to pick up on the changes in your scent.
“Mmm mm, got lucky with you Min.”
August 11th.
A beautiful dream shattered by the incoherent nightmare that is your spider pacing around your room. A pillow pulled to either side of your head, doing everything in their power to drown out the noise as an audible groan leaves your lips. His nervous prattling too early in the morning for your liking.
Any other day it would be fine, you would think that it’s cute. The way he worries his lip between his teeth. The way he gently bites down on the pad of his thumb, one arm crossed while the other soothes the skin of his chin.
Any other day you’d sit in bed, listen to him. Mock him slightly with how much worry runs through his body.
But he isn’t talking about his mate any other day, is he? No, it seems that the occasion has been saved for this morning. His head running a mile a minute, losing all composure he once had before. Losing his very sense of self as anxiety courses through his veins.
“What if it isn’t good enough? I need to present it to her soon. Need to make sure everything is perfect for her.” Apparently he had met her. When? You have not a single clue. Jimin hasn’t left the house in weeks other than to go hunt bugs and to go to the grocery store with you.
“What if the web isn’t big enough? She might not like the style either…” He grumbles, eyes locked on the carpet as he moves back and forth across your room, “God and what if she hates the food… No, no you know what she likes.”
“Jimin, she’ll like everything. It will be fine.” You groan, sitting up in bed to face him, voice gruff with morning air.. You don’t want him to be in here, talking about this. Talking to you about this. Shattering your heart every second that passes by.
You knew it would happen someday, you really did. You tried to do everything right. Tried to pretend reality wasn’t creeping through your windows with every second that passes by. Try to ignore the impending sense of doom that covered your skin.
Did everything right only to end up failing once again due to the rations of Park Jimin.
You try to look at him through the fuzz in your eyes, sleep still trying to force you back into its clutches with everything that it has. Try to see what he is doing– understand what he is saying. His voice continuing to speak yet not fluent enough for you to actually understand. His body twitches ever so slightly, head jerking as his teeth dig deeper and deeper into his thumb. It was almost like you weren’t even in the room– not to him at least. Lost within the tangles of his brain.
Pulling himself deeper and deeper into the recesses of his mind, spiralling out of control of everything that seems rational, everything that he is meant to do or meant to say. It’s almost like he isn’t in the room at all. Isn’t pacing along your floor, surrounded by your scent. Comforting his inner spider before it loses control entirely with the hormones that rush through his veins.
August 11th. The date was circled 5 times on his calendar– red exclamation points, doodles scattered across the stupid day. Yet now, for the life of him he can’t seem to remember why. He can’t seem to remember much of anything though, so that isn’t a surprise. Only his web. The gifts he’s prepared for this day. Yeah. Those are the only things he can seem to think about.
A hand lands on his shoulder– one that isn’t his own. Who’s touching him? He isn’t sure. Isn’t sure of much other than the smell combing through the room that becomes sweeter and sweeter by the second. Honey he is unable to resist.
Especially with how soft the hand is that touches him. How gentle it is on his shoulder, his pace back and forth falling just so he can revel in it. Understand it.
“Hey Min.” Oh. It’s you. Your voice coming through the fog. Your voice startling him from the dream.
Gorgeous, gorgeous you.
Mate.
“It’s gonna be okay, yeah?” Why do you sound sad? No, maybe it’s distressed. His face falls.
No, no, no. You shouldn’t be sad. You should never be sad. You should always be happy with him. You should love him. His love should make you whole. Your love makes him whole.
Wait, does he have your love yet?
Now he isn’t sure.
All he knows is that he should. You should. He should wrap you up in his nest, hold you close until you feel nothing but him. Don’t think about anybody else. Look at anybody else. You should always be happy and safe. Happy and safe with him just like he feels with you. Has always felt with you.
More than that stupid reserve. More than his webs back there. It was fate that brought the two of you together, right? Right? So he should be allowed to indulge just a little. He should be allowed to let go of this stupid, fucked up play he’s been putting on for so long. He should be allowed to do whatever he wants.
The reserve always taught him he was a wild spider, you know?
Wait, spider.
Spider.
His rut. That’s what’s coming today. That’s why the day was circled. That’s why Jimin isn’t acting like himself. That’s why his spider is itching, clawing to come out to play. Why he so desperately wants all of you to himself.
He hasn’t even presented his web yet.
He tilts his head at you, blank eyes staring down into bright ones. Ones that hold his entire world at your fingertips.
“There he is.” Your smile is almost blinding. Makes his head pound just like the sun's rays.
That’s right. That’s why he needs to keep his composure. To keep that smile on your lips. To keep you happy. To keep you falling in love with him slowly the human way. The way he knows you’d prefer. Knows you adore every second of.
He isn’t Taehyung. He isn’t Taehyung.
The human way is better. Better at keeping you pliant. Better at keeping you happy. Better at keeping you unafraid.
He hates when people are scared of him. Hates when people flinch with every movement he makes. Hates when people can’t just love him like he so craves. He’s still a hybrid. He still wants love. He was bred for it just like the rest of them.
So when you came into his life, so gentle and caring despite the palpable fear that scented the air– weighed it heavily, it sparked light behind his eyes. When he felt you touch him, felt the sparks dance across his flesh and allowed himself to inhale once more. When there were no traces of fear within you, only the scent of his mate. His eternity.
He knew he had to do the right thing. Had to make you love him the human way. Had to make you fall for him, endure the wait. Endure the daily struggles of his instincts just so you would never be afraid of him. The end would be worth it.
He would never let you fear him even at the cost of his own sanity.
Because he isn’t Taehyung. He’s Jimin. He’s a good spider.
“You need to be careful Min…” You tell him quietly. Your voice is the only anchor to his shaky world. The light brought him back from the edge over and over again today.
He needs to leave your room before all of his planning goes to waste. Calm himself down. Present to you his web and all of his gifts so you can accept him properly.
“Your thumb… it’s bleeding honey…” He tilts his head again, inspects your hands as they move closer. Tries to force lucid thought from behind his heavy eyelids as you touch his skin directly.
Tries to ignore the throb deep inside as you gently remove the finger from his lips. Pull it away from the fang that was piercing him. The sting of the bite.
He hadn’t even noticed it.
He watches as a single drop spills from the abrasion. Slipping down his finger. Feels the way your hands come up to cup his cheeks.
Leave. Leave. Leave.
The way your thumb comes to his lips, worry etched across your features as you swipe away any remaining blood from his lower lip.
Leave. He needs to leave.
He isn’t sure how your finger ends up in his mouth. His plush lips wrapping around the digit, tongue curling around your flesh as he licks away the red spilled. Sucking on it gently as heat curls in his stomach. His eyes half-lidded, staring into the recesses of your very soul.
A groan passes through him at the taste of your skin. How sweet you are against his tongue. Do you even know what a vixen you are? What a tease you’ve come to be over the past 9 months?
No. Of course you don’t. Not with the blush that rushes to your cheeks. The stutter of his name that passes through his lips. The questions that you ask– what are you doing? Wh-why?
He wants you to be quiet. To enjoy you for all it’s worth. Enjoy everything you have to offer.
The command is silent– no more than the press of his bleeding thumb to your lips. The demand that you part them for him. To clean that wound that you unknowingly caused.
A hand on your cheek directing your head back. He’s been a good little spider, you can be a good little girl too, can’t you?
You are.
“J-Jimi–” He slips it inside, resting the pad against your tongue. Holding it in place. Asking, begging for this one little thing from you. You don’t mind, do you? You’ve always made him feel better before. This is no different, is it?
And so you do.
He watches the way your eyelids fall, your lips close as you begin to gently suck against it like he so craves. Like he desires down to the very cells that make up his body.
To imagine it’s his cock instead. Gently fucking into you over and over again, teaching you how to take his it how he likes. How he knows you’ll like. You’ll love everything about him. You’re meant to. It’s in the fabric of your DNA and soon it will all be his. Right after he shows you his–
Shit.
He needs to leave.
Got carried away in his fantasy. In pretending again.
His rut is coming too fast, too strong now that he finally has his mate in his grasp. He needs to leave. He needs to calm down so he can go this properly.
He leaves you on the bed, more confused and distressed than when he first entered. Annoyance hovering over your entire wake in a blanket of unrest. One that you know will not ease your soul for the rest of the day.
The spider has locked himself away. Hiding from you. Keeping himself in the basement, door locked, shutters drawn to drown out any sense of you that may be persisting.
You, on the other hand, have had nothing to do but stew in your own emotions. Think about every little decrepit detail that occurred hours prior. Edicting yourself to only address him by spider even in your thoughts.
It’s spiteful, sure. But it’s the least he deserves, you know? After everything he’s put you though– pulling you along like a little puppet on a string. Making you sit idly by for him to give you any lick of affection he’s willing to part with. Making you feel special, like you're worth something every second that he gets only for him to remind you with too much familiarity that he isn’t yours to have.
He woke you up, told you about his mate, looked at you like he was going to fuck you, and made you suck on his finger only for him to leave? The sheer fucking audacity of this man.
You’re sick of it.
Sick of having to force everything down because you know it isn’t what he wants. Sick of falling in love with him every day. Sick of having to play house. Sick of not having him. Sick of being playing the lovesick fool.
So, into the novels you fall. Into alternate worlds that are far better than your own. Displacing yourself into new habitats, new environments to escape the confines of the four stuffy walls that surround your body, head, and heart.
Into a world where it’s okay to fall in love with whoever you want. Where it’s okay to feel wanted. Where reality can be shut away by your headphones and a good snack. Where you can ignore the body approaching behind you. The tap on your shoulder.
You try to, honestly. And a good attempt it was.
Keeping your grip firm on the pages, nails digging into the paper below. Breath in your lungs held as if doing so would keep him away. Eyes tracing the pages over and over again though reading nothing. Attempting to appear as if you didn’t notice him at all.
Maybe he would leave, that was your biggest hope. Take the headphones placed firmly over your ears as a loud, obnoxious hint. That he would see you’re not interested and retreat to his basement layer to plot on the next way to torture your heart.
He doesn’t. He never would.
His frame comes to kneel in front of you. To stare up at you with those big brown doe eyes that you know you could never escape. Placing a gentle hand on your knee, trying to get you to see that he is there. That he wants to see you.
You see his lips move, though ignore entirely what they say. Letting out a huff, turning your body away from his own. Continuing to mindlessly stare at the pages even though their contents holds no meaning in this moment. No real value.
His forehead drops to your leg, a sigh leaving his throat. Words mumbled from his lips you’re unable to make out– not that you would want to hear them anyway.
Maybe it’s a temper tantrum of sorts. Giving him a taste of his own medicine. To feel even a pinch of what you do. He probably never does.
Your fight is a good one. It truly is– at least you think so. But it all comes tumbling down the second his lips press against your knee. His hands reaching past your iron grip on the book to hold your own.
You will always fall to the likes of Jimin.
Especially when you see his lips mouth the word please. His brows crested with worry, his lower lip quivering in worry. Fangs biting the surface to try and soothe the nerves he feels.
Any sense of foreboding he held earlier, gone. The tick of his shoulders, the cold, blank stare of his eyes vanished. Your Jimin, the one you’re used to, in love with, rising to the surface again.
You’re unable to fight against the plea, no matter how much you want to. Unable to fight against him.
“What is it.” Your voice is harsh as you remove your headphones, setting the book to the side. Much more than it appears he’d like it to be if the flinch of his neck is anything to go by.
“I…” Words feel lost in his throat, but he forces himself to continue forward, “I have something I need to show you, human…”
Why is he acting so weird? Acting like earlier never happened? He seems nervous, almost petrified at your reaction. As if anything you say could break him entirely.
You don’t understand it at all. Anything about this situation, really.
“Okay…?” You watch his face carefully, trying to reason. To figure out why exactly the air seems so heavy. Why this situation feels so tense. “Show me then?”
“I…You have to come with me?” It sounds like a question, his face flinching at his own words. He’s meant to do this perfectly. Why can’t he seem to get it right? Why can’t his instincts help him with this? “Like, I can’t bring it up here… I need you to follow me?”
“Huh?” The quiet breath leaves your throat as your features pinch.
He quickly tries to explain further, trying to help you see through the worry on your face, “Not far I promise. Just to the basement, yeah?”
Your head jerks back in surprise, “You never let me go down there.”
“Yeah but…it’s special this time.” Oh.
It’s almost as if the pieces click together on their own. Your brain drawing conclusions, making decisions for you despite the obvious staring right in your face. His mate is probably down there. Wants you to meet her.
You can only sigh, accept your fate for what it is. Follow the boy with the string to the basement once again, just like the first night he came tumbling into your life.
“Okay.”
He holds your hand as you walk.
Holds it as if his life depends on it. As if it’s the red string of fate that has tied your two bodies together for the rest of eternity. As if he might die the second you two part. As if you might run away the second he lets go.
You never do, never try to run away from him. You’ve tried to run away from your feelings for so long. The least you can do is see through to the end of them, right? That would be the right thing to do. The dignified thing instead of trying to throw a tantrum on the floor.
The walk to the basement feels like the longest in your life. A marathon you have no training for, no experience with tugging you along. Silence extended for miles along each creak of the floorboards, each set of the dim stairs.
Jimin left the lights off, dusk settling along the horizon not long ago. Only distant flickers from the basement coming through as you make your way down. Candle light in the distance lighting the way.
He doesn’t say a thing as your feet reach the bottom of the stairs, toes cushioned by soft silk lining the floors. He doesn’t have to.
It’s beautiful. That’s the only way you can describe what he’s turned the basement into.
Beautiful silks cover every waking surface– the floors, the walls, the ceiling all lined in brilliant patterns of white dancing across the surface. Creating stories as if they were living themselves.
You wish you could stare at them. Admire them for the rest of your life. Decipher each piece laying, coating the surface. Envisioning the world through the eyes of Jimin. Through the world around him.
Webs cross from floor to ceiling, taking space over the room. Intricately laid in patterns you are more accustomed to with spiders. Webbed hatching sectioning off parts of the space, acting as furniture for the bug to rest on.
As your eyes scan the room, you finally find what you think has to be the most gorgeous web in the world. Sitting in the far right corner of the room stands a nest that takes up the entire corner. The effort it took to make it clear in its craft. So soft, so comfortable.
You almost want to curl up in it yourself.
Illuminated by only the glow of candle light, Jimin does nothing but watch as you take everything in. Watch as your face changes into that of euphoria. Mesmerised by everything he has worked so hard on, everything he’s done just to impress you.
You turn to face him, staring at him with nothing but wonder in your eyes.
“Jimin, this is– fuck this is incredible,” Your voice is breathless, cut off by how overwhelmed you are with everything. With him. “This must’ve taken you so long, it’s so beautiful. Oh my god, how did you–”
He can’t take it anymore. Can’t take it now that he has you here, has you in his web. Now that he can keep you in it forever. Complimenting him. Completing him. He needs to finish with the rest of this fast. Before he does something he’ll regret. Before he finishes showing you how good a mate he will be to you properly.
He tugs you forward, practically puzzling as he tugs you deeper into his room of webs. Expertly guiding you through each one without a second to spare.
Jittery, excited. Feeting rocking themselves back and forth as he sits you on a blanket placed on the ground.
He isn't going to last much longer. Not before his heat takes over. Before he loses his mind at you in the sight of his nest. His mate in his nest. Waiting to be bred. Waiting for–
No, no Jimin. Stop it. Stop acting like a spiderling that doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he has his mate in his nest.
“I…” He takes a deep breath, voice shaky as he tries to calm himself down, “I made us a picnic… I hope you like it.”
His spider hisses at the words, hating having to describe it as something stupid like a picnic. No, it's a nuptial gift. Evidence that he’s a good enough mate. That he’s good enough for you. That he deserves you.
You watch him, watch as he pushes the basket filled to the brim with food over to you. Watch as his frame shakes slightly as he stares at you, fingers tapping against strings of webs closest to your leg.
You can’t help but feel lost. Overwhelmed with affection, but utterly, entirely, hopelessly lost all the same. What is he doing? Why is he presenting all of this for you? Shouldn’t he be doing this for his mate? Isn’t all of this some type of courting ritual?
Oh.
It appears the puzzle you constructed– pieces matched together haphazardly stuck together with glue isn’t the solution after all. Isn’t the reality presented before you know.
You’re… you’re Jimin’s mate?
Your eyes widen, head jerking to meet Jimin’s gaze. His pupils shaky, not daring to leave the surface of the basket. Not daring to move an inch until you accept him.
You’re an idiot.
“J-Jimin a-are we…?” You hesitate to ask, hesitate to break the gentle balance residing over the entire basement.
His head snaps to face your own, eyes plagued with the same blank, predatory look as before.
“Mate.” Deep, harsh, scratchy. His voice makes you feel like he’s going to devour you whole. Like he is the monster waiting in the deepest recesses of your nightmares when that couldn’t be farther from the truth. When in reality he is the very being your soul yearns for stronger than any other.
The revelation, the– everything leaves you overwhelmed. Emotions strung up for the stars, casting aside any comets that tried to hurdle towards the perfect glass encasing this moment. This eternity you wish to live in forever as you finally understand that he wants you just as much as you want him.
You can’t help but grab his cheeks– ignore how venomous he looks, and press your lips against his own. Can’t help the explosion behind your eyelids, the sparks that travel across your skins in euphoric waves. The way your heart swells like a balloon, racing in your chest so fast you fear you may die.
Every emotion you’ve felt that day, every nagging, creeping sensation finding its way into the back of your skull vanishes in an instant. No going back. No orchestra or chorus reprise. No thoughts of not being his mate. You are his mate.
Only him.
Only Jimin.
He doesn’t part with you, not for a second. Not when he finally has you against him. When you so easily rise into his lap. When his natural instincts finally stop screaming at him and take over completely. Kiss you with everything he’s worth. Devour you whole.
His hands find purchase on your hips, blunt nails digging into the skin. Mocking him for not doing this in the closet with you all those months ago. Allowing him to truly understand how good it would’ve felt then. How good it will feel every second that follows.
He thinks you have to be the prettiest thing in the world.
His spider thinks that you need to be bred full of his spiderlings. Fucked so hard that you wont be able to walk– wont be able to leave his nest. That he’ll be able to tie you up nice and pretty, stuff you with his cum over and over again until you’d never even think about leaving.
His spider is winning.
“Min…” Your voice is breathless, trying to keep up with the flurry of kisses he presses against your lips, your face– anywhere he can reach. It’s like he’s addicted to the feeling, like he’s making up for lost time.
“Min, I love you.” And just like that, any sanity he has left vanishes.
His spider has won.
Without a second thought you’re lifted from your place on his lap, thrown carelessly into his nest. His nest where you will stay. His nest where he’ll keep you. All thoughts vanished from that pretty little head of yours. Just like it should be.
His hands find the back of his collar, shirt discarded without a second thought on the floor. He doesn’t need it anymore. Not when he has you. When he wants to feel you fully.
You can only stare– fawn at his tan skin. The gentle muscles on display for you. For your eyes only while he crawls towards you. Stalks you just like they might a pretty little butterfly caught in their web. Wrapped in webs and killed without a second thought.
His lips find yours once again. Slotting together, filling the other to make them whole. Dazed in lust and passion, neither soul hoping there would ever be a way out for the other.
Well, there won’t be for you. But that’s okay. You’ll love it. Love every second of it.
He knows it as his fingers dance against your skin. Sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, running with skilled ease up your sides. The chill that racks through your body is evidence enough. The way you so easily allow him to draw your shirt over your head solidifies it. Your shorts follow, making it set in stone.
Your breath comes out in short pants, every slight touch, every little movement sends fire burning through your skin. Igniting you, setting your core ablaze with heat that only he can extinguish.
Fingers gently sliding over your ribs, thumbs coming just blow your breasts to rub circles into the skin while his fangs nip gently into your lower lip. He can’t bite you now. No, after he mates you he can bite you all he wants.
He groans at the thought, hips rocking themselves against your clothed cunt. Allowing you to feel all of him– the press of his cock, the motion of his need allowing you to fall higher and higher into a heaven you did not think possible.
You whine at him to do something, anything. Too impatient to wait any longer. Too impatient to live a second more without something, anything buried inside of you.
His smile is sick, twisted as he reclines back on his heels. Allows himself to get a good look at you.
“Shh, Shh…” His hand cups your cheek, smoothing his thumb against your lips. Pressing it inside with more ease than before. More compliance than before. There’s a good little girl.
“Poor thing is having a hard time, huh?” He mocks gently, hips pressed firm against your own allowing you to feel every inch of him, “Pretty lips all swollen, pussy a little mess from just kissing… mm mm…”
He groans, hand slipping between your legs. What he finds is no more than a mess of a girl. Hips bucking upwards. Slick dripping from your center, panties coated in arousal. Puffy little clit begging for any attention he’s willing to give it.
Without any hesitation his thumb finds your clit, pressing against it without any thought of reprieve. Without any thought to give you any of the relief you crave. You’ve made him wait this long, you can wait a second, no?
He groans high as you buck against his hand, mewl leaving your lips as some sort of plea. Ah~ how cute. Such a little thing so desperate for something, anything that you’re willing to give up your very head in return? How cute! How adorable!
His spider preens. Is almost so belated he doesn’t notice the hands that come down to grip his wrist. Hold him in place all so you can circle your hips against his thumb. Rub adorable little rings into your clit without any help from him. Use him to make yourself feel good.
A coo leaves his lips. Who is he to deny such a pretty little human?
“Ah pretty baby wants to feel good, does she?” He almost giggles at how pathetic you look. How adorably you cling to him. How hard you try.
His arm is ripped from your grasp, pulling back from the very place you desire him most. Where your arousal soaks the cotton of cotton, so palpable he can practically taste it in the air.
“It’s okay baby…” He sees the annoyance in your face, the battiness you hold in your heart coming to light. Excited to tame it. Excited to quell the pretty little devil in his web.
Tie you up. Breed full.
Breed you.
His fingers work fast. Arms are pulled over your head, silks quickly pinning them to the surface. Strings wrapping and wrapping until he’s sure you’re secure. Sure you can’t move.
His hips gently rock against your own, clothes cock pressing against your core. Watching as your hips buck, as you try to urge him closer with a pathetic whine.
See exactly how you struggle against the strings.
Perfect, perfect girl. How did he get so lucky, huh? Can never be sure.
You’re unable to stop the cry that leaves your throat as his hands pull your panties aside, finger thrusting into your wet heat. Filling you up, making you feel a little more whole.
“Min~” The moan of his name is shaky. Every sense you have in overdrive as he works his finger against your walls. Every push inside deeper, harder. Curling against your walls in the exact way you craved.
Pleasure coils in your stomach faster than you thought possible. A second finger joining the first, pumping in and out as he prepares you for his cock. Prepared you to take all of him and nothing less.
He knows you can do it. You can, can’t you?
“Mhmm baby, I know… head a little clearer now, huh?” He chuckles, chastising, “Can only think when you’re full. It’s so cute.”
You whimper at his words, head rolling back as the coil pulls tighter and tighter within your gut. Urging you to just let it snap, feel everything you’ve been waiting for.
“F-feels good…” You mutter quietly, unable to see the haze cloud his vision. The way his amused expression drops into that of a wild animal.
Without any warning his fingers pull out of your heat, body leaving your own entirely as he stands. Grabbing your hips, dragging them closer. Flipping your body over. Setting you pretty on your knees, arms uncomfortable crossed in front of you.
He quickly rids himself of his pants, allowing his cock to spring free from their confines. Head red and messy as it hits his stomach. Angry at how neglected you’ve left him. How desperately he wants this.
You have no way of preparing yourself for the drag of his cock through your lips. The gentle nudge against your clit. Thick head dragging through your folds, spreading your arousal. Mixing it with his pre-cum.
Making you messy. Making you dirty just for him. Making you belong to him.
“Gonna fill my mate.” All humour is gone from the man behind you, as if he is someone else entirely. It’s really too bad your head has a few too many screws loose to care. Care about anything other than the way his firm head presses against your hole. The way his blunt nails dig into your flesh.
“Gonna breed her. Mate her. Make her mine.” It’s almost as if his word is a command. The very sentences he utters become law.
You can only nod your head. Give yourself to the very man that fate led you to all those months ago. “Want~”
The thrust of his hips into your walls is almost too much to bear. A cry leaving your lips as he fucks himself inside in a single thrust. Forcing you to take him to the hilt, to feel all of him stretch your walls. No break. No waiting around.
You’ve both done enough waiting.
It hurts— the burn, as he stretches you full. Presses his cock against your walls making sure your cunt remembers no one but him.
The way he gives no reprieve, fucking into you like an animal starved. Pulling back until only the tip remains inside before fucking himself fully inside once more.
“Min!” You cry, waves of pain and pleasure boiling all the same within your bones. All the same inside of your blurred head, nothing but static and thoughts of him behind the line of your eyes. Slipping off into space as you let cunt clenched pathetically around his cock.
“Good mate, taking me so well. Such a good human.” He groans, hips pulling back and thrusting into you over and over again. Making you fall apart with his pace. Pumping his cock into your pathetic little hole fast and hard. Ruining you for any other man.
Making sure he will be the only one you allow to enter heaven.
Your moans come out wanton, pleaing. Hips start to move back against him, trying to keep up with his pace despite the burn you begin to feel in your tied arms. Desperate to let him know just how good he’s filling you. Just how good he’s making you feel.
“My mate.” His pants come out harsh, breath on your neck as he hovers close. The sound of skin and against skin is the only thing you’re able to hear. The pressure of Jimin’s lips against your neck makes you feel like you’re about to go insane.
He’s desperate to make you fall apart on his cock alone. Pleasure building and building, the coil tight. Ready to snap at any moment. Ready to fall apart at his command.
“Gonna make you mine forever pretty.” His voice is featherlight once more. The switches have you reeling, your brain spinning. “Want that, don’t you? For me to bite you? Mark you up? Breed you full of my spiderlings? Ruin that pretty little head for anything else.”
He sighs, nails digging into your hips where they’re sure to leave bruises. You nod your head in agreement, moans spilling past your lips as his hips change their angle. His cock hitting the spot that leaves you seeing stars on every thrust.
“Say the word and you’re mine.” You feel his fangs against your skin. The harsh drag across your delicate skin. “Forever.”
You can’t take it anymore, pleasure burning through you. Blinding you. Unable to think about anything else other than the rough thrusts of his cock against your walls.
“Please.” It’s no more than a whimper, but he swears it’s the loudest thing he’s ever heard.
His teeth clamp into your flesh— the final thing needed to push you over the edge into bliss. Your body stutters, walls a vice around his cock as the coil finally snaps. Heat flowing through every cell you possess. The only thing in your soul is Jimin.
Your back arches, eyes dotting with black as you allow it to overtake you. Jimin rocking you against him, groaning as he fills you with his cum, painting your walls white. Allowing you to ride out your high with him. Finally allowing the rut to rid his brain for only a moment.
He slowly pulls out of you, panting. Quickly moving to cover your center back up with your underwear. Make sure all of his cum stays tucked away in your pretty little pussy to get you nice and pregnant.
You can only whimper, body twitching at every movement he makes. Worn down your bones— energy sucked so dry you can’t even feel the throb of your neck. Don’t even notice the blood that drips from where he marked you— claimed you in the way only a hybrid can.
All you're sure of is the need to be close to him. Need to feel him.
Is this what he had been feeling all along? Marks were known to do that, to allow you to feel what your mate does. If he had to endure what you’re feeling right now, it had to have been hell for him.
“Min…” you calm his name. Pull him from where he stares between your legs. Where his fingers rub circles into the surface of your underwear, spreading any cum that leaks from your twitching hole.
Within a second he’s at attention, staring at you with all of the love in the world. You’re not sure how you missed it before. How you could have deluded yourself into believing any less.
He pouts as you wiggle at your restraints, silk holding your arms in place all this time. He gently shakes his head, slowly flipping your body back over onto its back. Crawling over you to look at your face properly. Take in your fucked out expression. Ruined his pretty little human. Made her perfect.
“Don’t want to.” His lower lip juts out at you, eyes wide just like a begging dog. “Look pretty tied up in my web. Should stay like this. Forever.”
“I don’t think my job would like that very much.” You giggle, lip pouting out to match his own. He leans down, quickly capturing your mouth in a quick kiss.
Something hard pressed against your leg once more. His hand comes down to guide it against your heat. Rub against you despite the oversensitivity and cum leaking from your hole.
“Then we move to the woods together… I’ll hunt for us…” He grumbles, pushing your underwear to the side once more. Collecting any cum that has spilled out with his cock, gently fucking it back into your cunt with the head.
A whine rips from your lips due to oversensitivity. Pussy sore, aching from what he just put you though. What you aptly begged for. Yet you can’t deny him. Don’t want to deny him with how good it feels to be filled. How addicted you’ve become. Cock drunk.
“Wh-what?” You try to breathe, walls fluttering around his length as he slowly thrusts back inside. Filling you to the brim once again. “W-we can’t do that, Minnie…”
His thrusts are slow, languid. Almost like he’s making love. Treating you with utmost care despite how wrecked your entire frame is.
He is entirely unaffected. His rut leaves him wanting for more and more until you have nothing left to give. Face twisting into confusion at your words.
“Why can’t we? Make you up a nice pretty web… keep you full all the time” He hums against your neck, gently licking at his mark, “treat you like a real good mate, yeah? Fill you up over and over. Will look so pretty with my spiderlings.”
He moans the words, hips speeding up ever so slightly at the thought. It dawns on you that this must be his rut talking. Filling his head with nonsense he knows can’t come true. In a few days when he wakes up from it, he’ll probably pretend he never said anything about taking you to the woods. Keeping you there.
No harm in agreeing, is there? Especially when he makes you feel so good. So happy and full. When it makes him feel just as good. When your head starts to feel fuzzy, the exhaustion weighs heavily on your consciousness. You’re on birth control anyway, it's fine.
“Mmhmm… sounds nice..” You moan quietly, already feeling your second orgasm approaching. Allowing yourself to become lost in the same dream as him. Allowing yourself to fall victim to pretty words and false promises. Ones that he intends to make true.
“Gonna take such good care of my mate.” He groans, face buried in your neck. He feels your walls clamp around him, pulling him in over and over again. Cunt never wanting him to leave.
His hand draws between your thighs, fingers rubbing quick circles into your clit. Neither of you are going to last long. Both too sensitive to do anything but fall into the pleasure of each other.
Pussy fluttering against his cock, head rolling back as your high runs through you once more. White clouding your vision, ears ringing as you are overcome with fire. Drowning in the feeling of his cock fucking you full of his cum once again.
He lets out a harsh groan as he fills you. Breeds you just like a good spider would. Makes you feel complete as he helps you through both of your highs.
Your eyes feel heavy— too heavy to stay open even a second longer. Too tired to stay awake as he pulls your underwear back over your center. As he pulls your body close to his own.
He doesn’t blame you, never could. It must be hard having to keep up with a hybrid during their rut. But he knows you can do it. Knows you’ll do it for him. Especially with the promises you made. The ones you made only to him.
The last words you hear before falling under the veil of consciousness is a simple declaration. One you’ve waited months to hear.
“I love you.”
“Y/n! Hurry up!”
The whine of Jimin’s voice is louder than any car, highway, hell— aeroplane you’ve ever heard, you’re sure of it. The grip of his hand around your own is like iron, tugging you along the worn trail path, trying to urge you faster than your feet will allow.
“I’m going! I’m goin!” You chide with him, giggle leaving your lips at his hurried nature. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the spider more excited. Maybe even more so than when he strokes the bite mark scarred into your shoulder– your permanent reminder that you are his and he is yours.
“Not fast enough!” He groans, head rolling back in annoyance, “The best spot is going to get taken!”
He’s told you about this spot time and time again– excitement palpable with every mention. A beautiful clearing back at the reserve, one that the trees shine perfectly through. The best spot for basking in the whole park, as well as for begging humans for snacks.
You smile at the thought. Following as close behind him as your feet will manage. Blanket and bags of food tight in your grip. After months of paperwork, he can finally return to this place without fear they’ll take you away from him. The mate licence in your wallet proof enough of it.
He finally gets to take you to the reserve– the place he called home for so long before he met you. The place where he first learned how to be a proper spider. The first place he learned to make friends. He’s most excited about the latter part, getting to show off his shiny new mate to all of his friends. The one he caught the human way.
He’s been talking about it for days, since you first brought up the idea of visiting. Of wanting to see where he lived before he met you. Prattling on and on about everything he’s going to show you, how he’s going to introduce you to Jungkook if he can. About the waterfall over the cove that you two can swim in without anyone finding out.
All of it is a dream come true for your little spider. Your mate.
You smile at the thought– how excited he is as he helps you set up the blanket on the ground. As he helps spread food all around you. Body jittery, head twitching at every little sound.
It’s clear he’s going a little crazy with joy. Entirely ecstatic to have you here with him. Sitting across from him on the ground in a way that almost mocks the picnic you had in his basement that night months ago.
Ah, sorry. Nuptial gift ceremony. He liked it a lot better when you called it that.
“Oh! And then, after we eat, I can introduce you to the head of the park! She’s Namjoon’s mate, but she doesn’t know it yet.” He talks to himself, chatting idly about nothing as he presses another strawberry to your lips. You eagerly take it, biting down on the fruit without a second thought.
You cover your mouth with your hand as you speak, “Really? It must be difficult to confess to her, then.”
He nods his head, overexcited as he looks past you into the trees. Nose twitching as he tries to pick up a scent. Yellow tinted sunglasses high on his nose to block any light from hurting his delicate pupils.
You can’t help but think about how beautiful he is. How lucky you are to have him.
His hair has grown out since that fateful day months ago, blonde replaced by a deep blue that puts the night sky to shame. How his frame has bulked out ever so slightly. Pretty tan skin looking more healthy than ever. His head off in the clouds, trying to ground himself so he doesn’t pick you up and drag you off into the woods.
The human way is never easy for him.
“Mhmm… he’s trying but he isn’t very good at it. Doesn’t understand how humans like it to be done…” He mumbles.
“Hybrid’s do it different?”
“Yeah,” He seems a little lost in space, nose twitching harsher as he tries to recognise the exact scent he knows will be coming soon. Jungkook can never hold himself back from a picnic, no matter how far. He just wishes his nose was stronger.
“Hybrids just take their mate right away. Prove they’re a good mate and then it’s done. But human’s you have to teach.” Your shoulders drop slightly, and maybe if it wasn’t for the love you felt for him or the mate mark pressing against your neck, you would have understood the severity of his words. Of teaching a human, tricking them into making them fall.
“Oh…” You pout, head coming down to rest against his shoulder. None the wiser to the meaning behind his words, “I’m sorry… it must’ve been hard for you.”
He only shakes his head, “It’s okay. I just didn’t want you to ever be scared.”
Suddenly, Jimin is standing. Eyes darting across the underbrush that surrounds the treeline. You follow his vision, squinting slightly to try and make out exactly what he is looking at when two antennae pop over the other side of a bush. Twitching, pointing in your direction. Hunting down food as they move closer.
The insect moves close, tilting his head as he finally moves within your line of vision. Mop of brown floppy hair on his head, wide bunny eyes. Twitching nose all the same. If it wasn’t for the lack of ears and black antennae jolting from his head, you would’ve thought he was a rodent.
“Kook!” Jimin’s voice is loud as he quickly run’s to meet the boy. The other looks just as excited, eyes lighting up with stars as his legs take off in the same direction. The two fall into a puddle of laughter and play fighting as they fall to the ground in greeting.
The infamous Jungkook, an ant hybrid– the biggest ant hybrid you’ve seen, mind you. Jimin’s best friend is finally revealed. And you have to say, seeing them together. Watching as your mate attempts to playfully tie him up silks has to be the prettiest sight you’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Oh my god, Min!” You laugh as Jimin struggles, the giant ant hybrid easily breaking free from the others strings. Instantly the attention is on you. Jimin leaning back to his heels, head thrown back as he whines.
“Shut up! He’s gotten stronger! My webs hold you good enough!” You continue to laugh, unaware of the ant sneaking closer. His antenna tickling your shoulder as he stares at the food in front of you. Begging for just a little taste to bring home to his colony, a little bit to make the queen happy.
You happily oblige, making room for the two of them to join you once again after their little scuffle. A reunion too cute to not try and remember forever. And just like that, conversation begins to flow easily between the three of you. Almost as if Jimin never left in the first place.
The two of them spend all afternoon catching up– Jimin reciting the story of how you two met, Jungkook opening up about the cute human that’s started to come by the park every saturday. Pulling his antennae down as he speaks, clearly embarrassed. Telling you all about how they met, about the reserve.
“Ah~ don’t mind him. Kookie’s just embarrassed cause he doesn’t know how to talk to girls.” Jimin teases, leaning over to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. His arm tightly wrapped around your frame, holding you close. “Not every day that an ant hybrid has a mate outside of their colony, you know?”
“Hyung! Shut up!” He quickly whines, eyes shooting a subtle glare towards the other. Legs kicking slightly underneath his frame. “You… know what it means… especially cause she’s human…”
“I know.” His fangs shimmer as his hand reaches out to ruffle his hair, “Don’t worry. She’ll wanna be your queen in no time.”
You nod your head in agreement, picking up another piece of fruit and popping it into your mouth. Nothing much to add to the conversation– you’ll never really understand the intricacy of hybrids and how they work. Especially those like Jungkook and Jimin.
Yet, you can’t help but feel at peace with that. At peace with them and this moment. Content with your life, content with your mate and the life you’ve built together. You hope that Jungkook can do the same with his own someday. Build a nice little colony or whatever it is that ants do.
“Mhmm, anyone would want someone as cute as you.” You smile, watching as the ant’s eyes go wide. Blush covering his cheek as he tries to pull his antenna down to cover them. Jimin instantly pounces on the other, starting a new round of play fighting. Laughing about having to defend his mates honour. That she isn’t allowed to look at any other hybrid. No one but him.
You giggle along with them, leaning back from your spot. Taking a mental picture of the scene in front of you. Jimin happy, playing. The sunset over the horizon as the three of you laugh in the woods. As Jimin no longer looks anything like that spider all those months ago.
And maybe he’s right. Maybe you did fall into his trap lined with silk. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Even when you wake up in the middle of the woods. When you wake up in a cabin decorated in pretty webbing. When you come to find society is far behind you. When you discover no one else other than Jimin telling you that this is exactly what you asked for.
You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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synopsis: if choi beomgyu is an infestation, he’s already latched onto you, like a cute puppy that’s always trailing behind its owner. but every relationship has ups and downs, so here are yours
pairing: rodrick coded!beomgyu x regina coded!reader
warnings: oral (f!receiving), degradation, p in v, getting caught, sub!gyu, fluff + smut, beomgyu literally just beomgyu that’s a warning, MINORS DNI
word count: 4.7k
notes: yeahhhh i put this off for way too long but i fell back into the beomgyu trap and finally finished it + this one is a lot more cute couple stuff than loser.exe since it’s established relationship now hehe + puppy.exe can be read as a standalone but i would recommend reading loser.exe for shits and giggles lol + beomgyu’s such a cutie + i hope you enjoy!!! <3
forget boyfriend, beomgyu’s like your dog.
he follows you around everywhere, circling your ankles and whines when you ignore him, always seems to know when you’re about to sit so he can flop over you shamelessly.
he pokes and prods at you for little scraps of praise, pouting and whining until you relent. it’s not that different from before, you suppose.
just, more domesticated. he’s a cute puppy.
you probably wouldn’t put him on your walls anymore, though. why should you when the real thing is so easily accessible now?
trophy boyfriend, loser/lover, poster boy. still a pretty little loser.
fine, so maybe you do like him.
…yeah, whatever.
“fuck, slow down,” you hiss. beomgyu keeps his face buried between your thighs, fingers digging into your waist greedily as he laps at your slick.
he tongues at your clit, panting against you as his eyes round on you adoringly, mumbling out a half-baked, “so good.”
he spits on your pussy, forming incoherent murmurs as he admires the way your hips rock subtly into his hand as he rubs the little bud. there’s a wet patch tenting his pants that’s becoming increasingly hard to ignore, unable to help shifting around as his tongue flicks over your clit again and he runs it along your folds
“gyu–” your protest catches over a cry when his tongue fucks deep inside you, one hand groping up clumsily at your tits as his drool mixes with your wetness, “ohmygod.”
“mm,” he’s whining, the vibrations causing your vision to blur for a moment. his hips are rocking slightly, and you only notice the way he’s grinding against the bed when he starts blubbering against you.
beomgyu doesn’t falter, maintaining his rhythm almost desperately. he swirls your clit, sucking on it before slipping deep inside you, dragging through your folds before he’s drowning in you again, drinking you in like the moon. your fingers find his hair, tugging at his locks harshly and he whimpers, crying a little as his hips stutter.
“so ah pathetic,” you manage, teeth catching your lip, “wanted to fuck me so bad but you can’t even do one simple task–ah, fuck!”
beomgyu lets his teeth graze your clit, almost in retaliation, and your legs tighten around his head, caging him in. you don’t care if you’ve trapped him, the fucking freak probably likes it anyway.
his head lifts from your cunt suddenly, neck knocking against your ankles. his hair is a mess and he’s tearing up the way he always does when it’s too much, too good–
“wanna be inside you,” he pants, “please, baby, need it.”
he’s already fumbling at his pants, palming his weeping cock and pressing it against your slick folds, barely holding back from rutting like an animal.
“only good boys deserve that,” you coo, all cloying and damn fake because you need him inside you too, need him fucking your brains out until you don’t even remember how to bully him, “have you been a good boy, puppy?”
beomgyu lets out a full-on sob, rubbing his tip against your arousal frenziedly, “been a good boy, please, i promise– please, been a good puppy, need you baby, need it so bad please–”
he can barely think straight, doesn’t even realize he’s already inside until your walls are enveloping him and god, he knows you’re gonna edge him for hours for this but right now he’d take anything for your sweet, wet cunt around him. to make things worse for him, you clench around him immediately and he’s cumming, tears slipping from his eyes as they squeeze shut, lips parting to let out miserable little sounds as he shamefully floods you with warmth.
“such a bad, bad mm puppy,” you pant, still gushing around him. you came as well, he registers faintly, as slick coats his length, “i think i should punish you, gyu. what do you think?”
he flushes at the humiliation, moreso when he likes it.
“keep you on your knees, let you rut against the floor like some slut,” you pull him down to you slowly, eyes bright despite the flush coating your features, his own glassy and dark.
he’s normally so bratty, talks himself up until he’s kneeling at your feet. you’ll let him rest for a bit before you play with him, you think. let him get all overconfident again and reduce him to a whimpering mess.
“you’d be so cute, puppy.”
he nuzzles against you, barely registering your words as he sinks heavily onto you. you scowl.
“hey, don’t fall asleep on me, asshole! get off!”
“what do you think?”
you hold the paper up for momo to see, fingertips crinkling the top of the sketch slightly.
“who’s that?” momo queries, glossing over the drawing with a quick up-down-up-down.
“my art class’s ta,” you turn the paper towards yourself once more, pondering the inner ear’s structure for a moment. it looks a touch… vermiculate. unnaturally so, “we’re supposed to draw someone in our class and guess each other’s person. does it look like him?”
“kind of? i don’t think his nose is that high, though.”
“really,” you hum, the drawing’s various intricacies devolving as you gnaw relentlessly at its intensifying weaknesses, “ugh, i wish i had a reference picture. it would’ve been so much easier if it was gyu or one of the girls.”
“you can draw me,” momo proffers, throwing her head back and striking an exuberant pose with her fingers splayed across her face and her legs thrown across the bench.
“yeah, yeah,” you set the paper down on the table, the sunlight brightening some smudges on the paper as the clouds part for their moses, “it can only be people in our class and i wanted a challenge. he looks… unique.”
“i mean,” momo bites her nail saucily, “he’s kinda cute, what’s his handle?”
you swat at her half-heartedly, “save it for when we graduate.”
beomgyu happens upon the drawing while he’s excavating your backpack for his sweater.
“what’s this?”
you glance back, generally registering the lines that compose park sungho.
“art assignment. you can just leave it there, try not to fold it though.”
“okay,” your boyfriend lets it drop back into the backpack, eventually unearthing his sweater stuffed with your computer. he throws it on the bed.
“actually, could you give the drawing to me?” you turn your chair towards him, “i wanna fix a few things.”
he hands it to you, gaze locked on you intently.
“what?” you laugh, “jealous?”
“of that dork?” he huffs, “of course not.”
“considering you, i’d say i have a history of dorks.”
“...hmph.”
he walks over slowly. even from upside down he can see the features clearly. sungho’s slightly parted lips, soft eyes, wispy hair tickling his forehead. he’s never really paid much attention to him outside of occasional acknowledgements in the hallways. it’s never really mattered.
why should it?
he peers into your dressing mirror as you tend to your drawing.
“do you think i should cut my hair?” he asks, suddenly, feeling a few strands of his hair before the mirror. his lips are set in that perpetual sulkiness, thumbing at his collar with his other hand.
“no,” you don’t even have to look up at him to answer, “why?”
“i don’t know,” he mumbles, “we’re dating now, right? i feel like i should look the part.”
“you do look the part,” you scoff, “you know, good girl, bad boy. hot girl, emo loser.”
“hey!”
“your words, not mine.”
“i just– i don’t know. i think i’d look… cleaner.”
“doesn’t suit you,” you tell him, “unless you really, genuinely want it, you look better as a freak.”
“so you like it,” his lips curve widely, eyes narrowing as he locks eyes with you.
“ugh! were you seriously just doing this for praise?” you scowl, “sure, whatever dipshit. it’s hot.”
“aha!”
“what are you doing?” you frown at him, one hand on your hip in the doorway of his bathroom. his dorm is an absolute mess compared to yours, and you had nearly tripped over the guitar stand coming in.
the scissors clatter in the sink as he whirls around to face you, “oh, fuck, you scared me! why are you here?”
you roll your eyes, “to see you, obviously. are you seriously cutting it?”
“um, yeah…”
“yeah, okay, no,” you scowl, tugging him out of the bathroom, “lesson one of, like, not looking terrible. don’t cut your own hair unless you know what you’re doing.”
his head lowers, almost shyly as you analyse your losses. he hasn’t cut any, yet, although it’s messier than his usual messy.
“i thought you changed your mind,” you mutter, fingers smoothing over his locks systematically, “are you really going for it?”
“yeah,” he nods, a little too fervently for the incipient dip of his lips. his expression drops too quickly for even his usual false bravado, gaze slipping to your ankles, “i mean, no. no. i don’t know why i said yes. i’ve been standing there for half an hour already ‘cause i just couldn’t do it.”
“why are you even cutting it?” you attempt, gaze gleaning the folds of his hair in the absence of his eyes.
he hesitates for once; really pauses to think, something that rarely occurs in your presence.
“i don’t know,” he mumbles after a spell, “i guess… i thought it would make you like me more.”
“oh, um, that sounds weird,” he backtracks quickly, “like, basically what i just said but imagine it less desperate.”
“difficult thing to do, believe me,” you snort.
his brows scrunch up all petulantly at that and you fold, “ugh, fine. whatever. just, like, why?”
when he fails to answer, you step back from him with a quiet sigh, planting your hands on your hips.
“is it because i told sakura that your hair keeps getting in my mouth when we kiss?”
he gapes at you, “huh??”
“nevermind,” you dismiss quickly before he can pursue the topic, “is it because of sungho?”
silence. he fidgets with his pockets awkwardly.
“okayyyy, is it because of peer pressure?”
“you sound like my mom,” he mumbles.
you scoff, “is your mom hot?”
he gapes at you again.
“my bad,” you proffer, “come on, loser, i can’t guess forever.”
“… sungho,” he admits finally.
“i, um,” he continues ploddingly, admiring the floorboards intensely, “you were drawing him… and i thought you, um, y’know…”
“I don’t know, though,” you counter.
he pouts at you pleadingly, “don’t make me say it… i’ll sound stupid.”
“it’s never bothered you before,” you tell him, enjoying his suffering a little too much to be healthy.
“i was jealous, okay?” he grumbles, effectively boring holes into the floor now, “I figured if you spent too much time drawing and staring at his face you would get bored of mine, so i— i wanted to cut it like his.”
his head dips shamefully, voice lowering to a whisper near the end.
you hesitate for a moment, approaching him tentatively.
“i… will probably like you no matter how you look,” you acquiesce.
his head raises slowly, “even if i bleach my eyebrows?”
“...don’t push it.”
“can i go bald?”
“absolutely not.”
he breaks out into a grin almost immediately, lurching forwards to hug you suddenly. you stumble, patting his back begrudgingly.
“i knew you loved me!” he declares ebulliently.
“nope,” you scoff, trying to shove him away to no avail, “i already comforted you, i draw the line at this bullshit.”
“too late~” he sing-songs, “you’re stuck with meeeee~”
he nuzzles against you indulgently, grinning against your neck.
before long he tilts to mouth at your neck sloppily, hips shifting against you.
“ugh, stop humping me,” you huff, “you’re like a dog. at least fuck me properly.”
“woof,” he plays into it, practically drooling.
your eyes lilt dangerously, shoving him down onto the bed, narrowly avoiding knocking his head into the guitar.
you kick it to the side (pausing for a moment as you recall the dedication he has to playing it), as gently as you can to a half-hearted ‘hey!’ from underneath you.
you shush him quietly, two hands caressing his tie and tugging him upwards.
he lets out a muffled whine against your lips as you kiss him, your fingers fisting into his hair. his hands unfasten your skirt hastily, surprisingly coordinated considering his eyes are half-closed in bliss.
“pathetic,” you demean affectionately, fingers twirling the end of his tie.
his breath hitches when you pull the tie taut, gaze blurring in and out of a daze of lust. he watches you lovingly, lips parted dreamily, not really aware of what’s being said, “mm, thank you, baby.”
you let the string of spit connecting your lips fall into his mouth, his head lolling backwards. his hands fall from your skirt, entire body going lax, held up only by your hand in his hair and the other wrapped up in his tie.
“come on,” you taunt, “you wanted this so bad, at least follow through.”
it’s gasoline to his fire, as your voice lowers sweetly, “you don’t want to have to jerk off in a corner, right?”
you reach down to palm his hard-on through the rapidly dampening fabric of his shorts. he stares up at you dumbly, pawing thoughtlessly at your arm.
“you can’t even talk,” you scoff, “but that’s okay, because you’ll be a good boy! right, gyu?”
he lets out some choked, garbled mess of a sound, eyes blown wide open, hips rubbing together uncontrollably.
you sigh deliberately, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, “you’re so out-of-it already. i guess i’ll have to do this by myself.”
he snaps back into reality quickly, latching onto you with a ‘no!’
beomgyu tugs you down on top of him, your back arched and skirt flared up so that your gaze is level to his as you look down. he’s fumbling at his pants clumsily, so you take pity on him and unclasp your bra, letting him salivate over your tits so he has something to distract himself with.
as usual, his mind blanks immediately, fingers frozen for a good few seconds, before he’s practically ripping at his pants with renewed vigor. it’s adorable, you think, before you can control it. no matter how many times he has sex with you, he still never fails to react like it’s the first time all over again.
“cutie,” you tease, dragging him up by the tie to kiss him again. he’s pliant against you, boneless aside from his boner, “why would i ever need sungho when i have you right here? my dumb little bimbo boyfriend.”
you’re not sure what exactly prompts the pitiful, high-pitched keen that leaves beomgyu. from your experience practically everything you just said could reduce him to pieces. maybe it’s the situation, you decide: sprawled beneath you, choking him a little with his tie, gazing down at him like he’s the most pathetic thing you’ve ever seen even though you’re talking to him like he’s precious. he just wants to be your dumb little bimbo boyfriend, doesn’t he? just wants to stay here forever.
“[nameeeeee]…” he whines, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling himself up to hide his face against your collarbones.
you giggle a little, “aww, are you crying?”
a pause. “oh my god, you’re crying!”
he sniffles against you as you start to pet his hair, “gyu, what’s wrong?”
“don’t wan’ you to leave me,” he hiccups, “just wanna be your baby forever.”
“aww,” you coo, cradling his face in your hands, all teary and delectable, “that’s kind of concerning, but you look adorable like this! such a cute crybaby.”
he seems to melt into you at that, slack-jawed and eyes glazed over. all it takes is a little praise and he’s a viscous mess on his sheets.
beomgyu. god, he’s beautiful.
the door is flung open suddenly. “yah, idiot, get up—”
soobin breaks off into a shriek, whirling around into the wall.
you scramble off of beomgyu, fingers shoving the buttons of your shirt back into place. beomgyu shoots up, tugging his pants back up and practically tackling soobin.
he starts shoving the other boy away, out of your line of sight.
“quick, get out!” he hisses, “i’m having the best day of my life right now!”
the older boy lets out a squeak, “my eyes are unclean!!!!! get me some bleach!!!!”
he flees down the stairs to the best of his ability, still shielding his eyes. the others glance up at beomgyu from the base of the steps.
yeonjun gives a grin, “having fun?”
“shut up,” beomgyu hisses, voice still all high-pitched from how red his face is getting, “stop ruining my chances with girls!”
“she’s already your girlfriend, man,” taehyun sighs, “at least lock the door next time.”
“good luck, hyung!” huening kai chirps.
not long after the sound of a lock clicks. yeonjun shrugs, slinging his arms around taehyun and hyuka and setting off to hunt down the escaped soobin.
you’re already fully dressed when beomgyu scampers back, snickering a little at how flushed he’s gotten. he’s still half-hard, holding his pants up manually.
“you’re leaving already?” he pouts, awkwardly zipping his pants back up.
“i did what I came to do,” you counter, “your hair’s been saved and i got my daily fix of you progressively getting more and more needy.”
“but—”
“don’t go too soft on me now,” you chide, pinching his cheek as you brush past him, “i’ll see you in humanities tomorrow.”
“see you,” he answers petulantly. it’s all soobin’s fault, he decides. but he should probably start locking his door, shouldn’t he?
yeah, he should. but before that, he has more pressing matters to deal with, already planning to dig through his hidden photos for a few shots he had begged you for and finish off what you started.
the main problem, you’ve come to find, is that beomgyu is horribly, irrationally, irrevocably jealous.
it’s deserved, in a way. you’re certainly not lacking in similar boys lapping at your ankles. but retaliation isn’t something you expected. he does too many stupid things for your attention. this is one of them.
“why do i feel like you two have reverted back to pre-dating?” sakura murmurs, staring intently at beomgyu and chaewon.
“what do you mean?”
“well, look at them. i thought he rejected her ages ago.”
you scoff, “don’t dwell on it. he does this all the time. it’s provocation.”
“you don’t ever get tired of it?” sakura frowns.
“it’s fun,” you proffer, “he flirts for attention, i give him the cold shoulder. he has something to chase after that way, and i get to be that something. it works when it works.”
“i wish taehyun would do that,” sakura sighs softly, “i’m always the one running after him.”
“i mean, every relationship functions in a different way,” you shrug, “but it doesn’t hurt to change it up every once in a while.”
a text buzzes from your phone, face-down on the table.
3:41 pm
gyu (mine): wanna come sit with me?
[nickname]: thought u were sitting with chaewon
gyu (mine): are u jealous
[nickname]: this again
[nickname]: in your dreams
gyu (mine): in my dreams you’re nicer to me :(
[nickname]: keep dreaming then
[nickname]: if ur rlly gonna stay there at least don’t lead the poor girl on
gyu (mine): just admit ur jealous
[nickname]: oh my days
[nickname]: will it make you stop
gyu (mine): only if u make it really big and dramatic
[nickname]: ill pass
[nickname]: just keep spamming ill stop replying
5+ messages from gyu (mine):
3:50 pm
gyu (mine): come backkkkk
gyu (mine): hmph
gyu (mine): ig ill have to use my secret weapon
his secret weapon, you quickly discover, really is a weapon. you nearly have a heart attack when you see him in humanities.
he looks… cleaned up.
you can actually see the skin of his eyelid. his fingers don’t have metal covering them. his tie is actually tied.
he’s chewing bright pink bubblegum. he’s wearing converse with neatly tied laces. his hair is brushed so that it sits obediently against his nape.
what the actual fuck?
“i—what—uh,” you’re taken aback enough to actually stutter in his presence, looking at him like he’s grown two heads. worse than that, actually. you would rather he have two heads if both heads looked normal.
“choi beomgyu, what the fuck did you do?”
“ohhhh, so now you’re talking to me,” he slips into his seat next to you, all smug and prim and proper and wrong, “i see how it is.”
you look horrified, “no, no, that’s not how we’re doing this. you tell me right now who did this to you.”
“i did it myself,” he flicks a lock of your hair kittenishly, “why, you don’t like it?”
“no,” you scowl, “you look so… preppy. eugh.”
“hmph,” he crosses his arms, turning away from you, “i think it’s cute. a good change of style, you know? switch things up.”
you glare at his side profile, at his fresh vitality and how endearing the sudden change makes him seem. he looks softer, sweeter like this. in truth you think he looks good no matter what he has going on; pretty little loser agenda, you suppose.
but you sort of miss the eyeliner freak and the bedhead of a wolfcut that has now been condensed into something more docile, though obviously you’ll never say anything to him about it.
something does escape you, eventually.
“you look… pretty,” you acquiesce, “i guess.”
he glances at you immediately, head cocking, “better then before?”
“no, not… quite,” you hesitate, “you look good either way. it’s less of the… uh, aesthetic and more of the, well, you.”
he’s silent, sober for a few moments. a rare occurrence in class, particularly humanities. even the professor seems to lull at the sudden quietude, before resuming the class.
“that’s really sweet,” he mumbles, looking down and picking at a hangnail.
“don’t get used to it,” you mutter.
there’s something gnawing at you, an urge in the back of your mind to do something destructive like break up with him or kiss him or something similarly impulsive. it’s perplexing and aberrant and you kick him lightly under the table to satiate the discomfort.
“ow…” he huffs, “what was that for?”
you neglect to answer him, grasping his jaw instead and turning his face towards you. he blinks, complying diffidently.
there’s something missing, you realize. he really does look better with eyeliner. you glance at the front of the room. the professor is absent like beomgyu’s dignity, so you keep one hand holding onto your boyfriend’s face and the other feeling around in your bag for the familiar pen.
“stay still,” you murmur, letting the lid roll towards his desk and focusing on his face. his large, bright marbles for eyes; wide and earnest and wholeheartedly centered on you.
“you look… good,” you concede, “like, good. but it’s missing that touch of flair.”
you can feel the silly grin that forms on his face against your fingertips, “you like it?”
you scowl, “i like you. now stay still.”
his eyeliner tends to be a lot heavier than yours, and you try to produce it to the best of your ability, leaning forwards.
you’re close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips, one thumb pressing lightly into his cheek to keep him still.
“don’t blink,” you warn.
“i never blink,” he murmurs.
you pause. “you blink all the time.”
“not when you’re this close.”
…right. idiot.
you ignore him, angling his face slightly towards the light spilling in from the windows. his lashes flutter anyway, betraying him, and you click your tongue in annoyance.
“if you mess this up i’m actually going to kill you.”
“worth it,” he says immediately.
you drag the liner across his lash line, slow and deliberate. his skin is warm under your fingers, softer than you expect, and you have to steady your hand when he exhales shakily.
he’s watching you.
of course he is.
his eyes don’t leave your face for even a second—wide, glossy, like you’re doing something far more important than fixing his stupid little aesthetic crisis.
“stop staring,” you mutter.
“can’t,” he replies, just as quiet.
you press your thumb harder into his cheek. “i’m serious.”
“i am too.”
…god.
you finish the first eye, pulling back just slightly to assess it. it’s messier than yours, thicker, dragged out just enough to sharpen his gaze—something between careless and intentional.
something him.
“see?” you tilt his chin a little, inspecting your work, “this is what’s missing.”
he doesn’t even look.
“yeah,” he says, still staring at you, “definitely.”
you scoff, grabbing his face again to do the other eye.
this time he’s worse—barely blinking, barely breathing, like if he moves even a little you’ll disappear.
it makes something in your chest twist in a way you don’t like.
or maybe do.
you finish, capping the liner with a soft click and finally letting go of him.
“there,” you say, leaning back, “fixed.”
he blinks like he’s coming out of a trance, immediately turning to the little mirror in his phone camera.
there’s a beat.
then—
“…oh.”
you roll your eyes, “don’t sound so shocked. i know what i’m doing.”
“no, it’s just—” he glances back at you, something softer creeping into his expression, “this looks more like me.”
you hesitate.
yeah.
that’s the problem.
“don’t get used to it,” you mutter. once more, with conviction.
he smiles despite himself, a suppressed fondness, “…thanks. you’re being surprisingly nice about this.”
“what are girlfriends for?” you sigh, returning the smile in a more subdued manner.
“girlfriend,” it’s a full fledged grin now, as he sidles up against you, “i like the sound of that.”
you glance away from him reluctantly. partners. it’s got a nice ring to it, you suppose. better than situationship, anyway.
beomgyu and you. you and beomgyu. together. you kinda like it too.
“this is so cute!”
sakura tilts the camera so that the mini screen can capture all four of you; taehyun with his arms around her, you tugging beomgyu forward by the tie so his face is level with yours.
click!
“we should make a ship name,” sakura declares, gesturing excitedly, “like one for me and tyunnie, and then one for you and beomgyu, and one for all four of us!”
“oh, so like a foursome?” you quip, fastening beomgyu’s tie back in place.
“no, like a double date thing!”
“so a foursome,” beomgyu chimes in.
taehyun quirks an eyebrow, unimpressed, “i don’t want to be in a foursome with you though.”
“but you want to be in one with her?” beomgyu gestures towards you, brows furrowing melodramatically, “not only do you reject me, you also steal my girlfriend?!”
“that…” taehyun purses his lips, “that is not what i meant.”
sakura thwacks her camera lightly, “damn, the photo didn’t save. i’m all out of storage…”
“we can go to a photobooth instead,” you offer, letting taehyun and beomgyu bicker behind you, “i can pay, it’s no big deal.”
“really?” she wiggles her eyebrows cheerfully (you can never understand how she gets them to move like that), “come on, there’s one over there! let’s go!”
the four of you cram into the booth, skip through the logistics (“just pick a simple one, the spotlight should be the photo itself” — wise words from taehyun), and pose.
it’s a flurry of movements. beomgyu piggybacking taehyun, you and sakura forming a heart with your arms, spy poses with respective boyfriends, jazz hands, all sorts of cheesy couple things. happy moments.
“it’s the last one! we can do anything, really. go crazy!”
sakura makes a little snapshot with her fingers around her eye. taehyun pulls out a deck of cards and tries to capture a shot mid-shuffle. beomgyu tilts his head forward like he’s rocking with an electric guitar.
you decide to go with something a little atypical of you, nestling the headband with puppy ears onto your head and making a claw-like gesture.
🕸️🕷️✮⋆˙ LOG 6 — TRACE EVIDENCE (chapter 6 of my spiderman!jisung series)
pairing: han jisung x fem!reader, college spider-man au, established relationship
synopsis: late at night in the university lab, you run tests on the sample you secretly took from the mutant that approached your dorm window, hoping to find any clue that could help jisung
warnings: ~6k words, established relationship, fluff, brief argument, explicit content (MINORS DFNI!!), shower sex, oral sex (m. receiving), protected penetrative sex
a/n: yayyyy new chapter is outttt!! we're moving further into the plot hope you enjoy <333
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the lights buzzed like a hive of dying insects, the only sound besides the soft click of the mass spectrometer cycling through its scan. it was past 11 pm and the rest of the building was dark, but you’d sweet-talked the night security guard with a story.
it felt cozy having your lab coat buttoned over your pyjamas.
on the lab bench sat the sealed sample you’d taken from the window the morning after the mutant appeared. you’d cracked it open an hour ago, transferred the faintly discoloured tip to a slide, and run every test the department’s equipment would allow.
you were about to doze off when the screen in front of you flickered.
the spectrometer finished its run with a soft chime.
the result populated in slow lines across the screen. you didn’t really have a plan or end point, and you surely weren’t under any illusion you were about to solve something teams of actual scientists hadn’t already figured out.
“y/n?”
you jumped, your chair scraping back an inch as you twisted around.
a man stood in the doorway. for a second, your exhausted brain couldn’t make out who it was, which would’ve been mortifying considering he knew your name. he was dressed in smart clothes, a pair of glasses dangling from the collar of his shirt. after a moment of deep thought, your drowsy mind finally caught up.
you exhaled, shoulders dropping immediately. “professor han.”
he took a few steps into the lab. his trench coat was slung casually over one shoulder, and his hand was rubbing his forehead like you’d taken away ten years to his life. he looked a lot less put-together than usual. you instinctively pulled your lab coat tighter around yourself, covering the pink striped pyjamas underneath.
“are you supposed to be here right now?” he asked.
“well, technically not. i was just… finishing an assignment,” you said. you glanced back at the screen. “it’s bad of me to procrastinate, but…you know.”
he exhaled, understanding how hard university could be at times. “i was just making rounds before i leave. it seems you’re not the only one pushing work until late at night.”
that pulled a small smile out of you. “guess not.”
he gestured lightly toward the door. “make sure you tell them to lock up when you’re done.”
“i will.”
he gave you a short nod and turned to the door.
“professor?” you said when was always halfway out.
you weren’t sure why you stopped him. right now you felt like no one else would actually listen to what’s been on your mind lately. and professor han felt like the only person who might not brush you off with a change of subject or a warning to stop asking questions.
he turned back.
you swallowed and spoke. “you know… i find it so unsettling how none of this seems to be happening anywhere else in the world.” the words started spilling out. “we’re not just dealing with normal crime or accidents that make the news for a week and then disappear. this feels different.”
“every city has its headlines,” he replied gently, as if that should comfort you, “seoul’s just happen to be… more unusual than most.”
“but everything is being sugarcoated,” you continued, the sentences tumbling out of your mouth. you realized too late that you probably shouldn’t have called him back, because you couldn’t seem to stop. “no one in the city’s best labs is telling us what they’re actually finding about this high-tech stuff and these horrifying creatures. where do they even come from? how does technology like that exist? no one’s being transparent at all.”
“and the only thing the police talk about is the fact that spiderman makes everything worse by putting people in danger and going against the law, but he’s the only one who’s been able to do anything about it. because what we’re seeing is way beyond what normal cops can handle.”
you let out a small breath, the tension in your shoulders finally catching up to you.
“sorry,” you added, quieter now, rubbing awkwardly at the sleeve of your lab coat over your pyjamas. “i think i’m just… a little wound up. clearly.”
silence fell onto both of you. professor han was trying to pick the right words and you could tell.
“that would be understandable,” he said. “given the circumstances.”
“i just… i don’t know.” you looked down at your hands, fingers still fidgeting with the edge of the lab coat. “i feel like there’s so much more we could do about it. it’s probably way harder to figure it out than i’m making it sound. i’m not trying to pretend i know better than everyone else. i’m only upset at the way people are dismissing it… and criticising the ones who are actually getting things done.”
“well, y/n,” he said, “you know people mean well.”
you nodded. that was true, at least. most people did.
“they don’t want you getting too involved when it could put you in harm’s way,” professor han said. “no matter how much you think it doesn’t. you make yourself a threat every time you try to interfere.”
you swallowed hard. you suddenly remembered that night again when the elongated shadow came to your dorm. the memory was so chilling you had to fight the sudden urge to glance over your shoulder at the dark windows of the lab.
his gaze narrowed, just slightly. “and it hasn’t, has it? no accidents? no… unusual activity around you lately? i’m talking about you specifically.”
you couldn’t just keep pretending nothing happened that night in your room. the opportunity to actually talk about it with someone who might understand was right here in front of you.
professor han was by far the most open person to you about all of this. not even your own boyfriend would be this willing to listen to you.
the more he watched you, the more you felt like he already knew there was something you weren’t saying. his eyes were patient but piercing, like he was waiting for you to decide whether to trust him or keep hiding behind lies.
“i’m not asking to blame you,” he said, “nor am i trying to scare you away from your curiosity or ambition. i want to know in case you need to discuss it with someone. because it’s hard. i understand.”
you nodded and took a deep breath.
“i’m not working on an assignment,” you admitted. your eyes were staring at the floor because you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “i’m looking at a sample. from a mutant. a mutant that came up to me,” you continued.
your voice wavered, and a small shiver ran through you before you could stop it.
“it got closer than anything like that ever has. but what’s been driving me insane is that it didn’t attack me.” you swallowed, fingers twisting tighter into the sleeve of your lab coat. “perhaps it didn’t think it expected me to notice it, or maybe it did. i’m still trying to figure that part out.”
your thoughts were coming to you faster than you could keep up. but you still made sure not to share too much.
“maybe it didn’t attack because i stayed calm? or maybe fear triggers some kind of response in them.”
you finally forced yourself to look up at him, cheeks burning with anxiety.
“i just keep thinking… what would’ve happened if i hadn’t seen it in time?”
you could’ve been dead before you even realised what was happening. jisung might have had to fight it off right there in your room, and you had no idea how you’d ever explain what spiderman was doing in your dorm in the middle of the night.
professor han stayed quiet for a long moment, taking in everything.
“most people who encounter these things don’t get a second chance. instinctively, we freeze, run, or panic. all of the ways in which they give them a reason to hurt you. the way you handled it most likely saved you. but it won’t work every time.”
his answer was more realistic than you’d hoped for. you wanted to speak with someone who wouldn’t sugarcoat it, so who were you to complain?
“i’m not going to tell you to stop looking into it,” he continued, a small, tired smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “you’re clearly too sharp for that advice to stick anyway. but i will say this: be extremely careful how you pursue it. don’t share what you’re doing with just anyone. only with people you really trust. you never know who might be connected to all this in ways we don’t see yet. that part… that’s for the authorities to untangle, not students.”
his advice sounded a lot like jisung’s, and you found yourself nodding along, relieved that jisung was so level-headed about it too.
“if you’re not discreet,” he added gently, “it won’t take long before you’re perceived as a threat again. maybe even another visit to your window.” he paused, letting the words settle without making them sound like a threat.
you noticed something strange in his words.
“do you understand what i’m saying?” he asked.
“y-yes,” you managed to sputter out. to him, it probably just looked like you were intimidated by his warning.
“sorry,” he said quickly, tone softening. “i don’t mean to scare you. i have numerous experiences with losing people so maybe that’s why i’m so adamant about this. i don’t want to see anything happen to one of our students. especially a bright one like you.”
“thank you for looking out for me,” you said quietly.
“no worries at all.” he adjusted the trench coat on his shoulder and took a step toward the door. “well, i’ll be going now. get some rest soon and don’t push yourself too hard.”
“goodnight, professor,” you replied as he pulled the door.
the door clicked closed behind him. his footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.
you sat there for a long moment, staring at the closed door. you felt yourself break into a cold sweat.
“hey y/n, from the moment i was just an awkward loser in high school, you saw something in me no one else did. now i’m an awkward vigilante that carries danger around with me everywhere i go, but you’re still here with me. i don’t know what i did to deserve you, but i know i never want to spend another day without you by my side.”
jisung shook his head. “no, that’s…no.”
he was upside down, knees hanging bent over a narrow metal beam that jutted out from the very edge of one of seoul’s towers. the city sprawled beneath him like a glittering ocean of lights, hundreds of meters below.
he groaned, rubbing his face with both hands before flipping himself upright, landing lightly on the narrow platform.
“okay, try again,” he muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders.
he cleared his throat dramatically and began once more, this time with far too much enthusiasm:
“y/n, you’ve always been the perfect covalent bond that keeps me stable. you’re strong, unbreakable, and somehow still attracted to this mess of a molecule i call myself.”
jisung froze mid-sentence, lenses widening with his eyes in pure horror at his own words.
he immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, cheeks burning.
“no no no,” he groaned, voice cracking with embarrassment as he dragged both hands down his face.
jisung stopped pacing, took a slow, deep breath, and let the cool night air fill his lungs. he closed his eyes for a second.
“baby, you’re the only one who’s ever made me feel worth something even without the mask. you never stopped seeing me as han jisung. you make me feel like i’m enough, exactly as i am. that’s why i can’t imagine doing any of this without you anymore.”
jisung opened his eyes again, his voice growing softer. he swallowed hard, heart hammering against his ribs as he stared out at the glittering sea of lights far below.
“will you… marry me?”
the words died out. jisung blinked, suddenly aware of how quiet it had become up here. with a heavy sigh, he lowered himself down, legs dangling freely over the edge.
he reached up and slowly pulled his mask off, the wind messing up his brown hair even more as it fell over his forehead.
jisung’s hand slipped into the inner pocket of his suit. his fingers closed around his grandmother’s ring he’d been carrying with him for days. he pulled it out carefully and held it between his thumb and forefinger.
it was delicate and pretty, a thin layered design with a sparkling gem at the center that shimmered softly even in the low light. simple, but beautiful. just like the forever he wanted with you. he stared at it for a long time, turning it slowly in his fingers as the wind gently tugged at his hair.
it had been so hard to come up with the right words. he had so much he wanted to say he could probably write out a whole dissertation on how much you meant to him. but he wanted it to be perfect. no. greater than perfect.
he wanted to tell you how smart you are. he wanted to say how amazing you are to him, how you make even the hardest nights feel bearable, how your laugh still makes his stomach flip like it did back in high school.
jisung let out a soft, defeated sigh and leaned his head back.
before he could spiral any further, his phone suddenly buzzed in his other pocket. the cute upbeat ringtone he’d set just for you.
his heart jumped. he quickly tucked the ring back into his suit pocket and answered, pressing the phone to his ear.
“hey, baby,” he said, trying to sound casual.
your voice came through immediately, clearly worried. “jisung? where are you?”
he flinched at your tone. “i’m on the tower near my building,” he replied, glancing down at the glittering city far below.
you went silent. jisung pressed the phone closer to his ear.
“baby?” he asked softly, voice dropping with concern.
when your voice came, it almost sounded like you were on the verge of crying. “i’m at the university, jisung. i have to talk to you about something.”
he blinked, brows furrowing. your voice made his spider-sense tingle faintly at the back of his neck, even though there was no immediate danger he could see.
“in person?” he asked, already pushing himself up from the ledge.
“yes,” you replied. “please. i can’t explain it all over the phone.”
“yeah okay, i’ll come right now,” he said, reaching for his mask with his free hand. “i’ll be there in two, tops,” he added gently, trying to infuse as much reassurance as he could into the words.
he ended the call and let out a sharp breath. he pulled the mask down fully over his face, the white lenses glowing to life as he locked his gaze on the distant university campus across the glowing seoul skyline.
without another second wasted, he leapt off the tower. webs shot from his wrists, catching the buildings as he swung across those few blocks.
what could be so bad that you couldn’t tell him over the phone?
jisung landed lightly on the side of a glass building, clinging for a split second before launching himself toward the next anchor point. the university greenery, the familiar architecture of the science wing standing out against the darkness.
he dropped down into a narrow, dimly lit alleyway behind the building that was far enough from the main paths that no security cameras would catch him. his feet hit the pavement with barely a sound.
jisung pulled his mask up just enough to uncover his mouth and nose, then tapped your contact and pressed the phone to his ear again. his heart was still racing from the swing over.
it rang only once before you picked up.
“hey, i’m here,” he said softly.
you were just turning the corner from the main path. you quickened your steps toward the alley, phone still pressed to your ear.
“i see you,” you replied.
jisung turned at the sound of your footsteps as you were walking towards him. even in the low light, he could see the tension in your shoulders. his expression softened instantly with worry. he quickly scanned both ends of the alley to make sure he was alone, then reached up and pulled the mask off.
as soon as you reached him, he stepped forward, one gloved hand gently reaching out to brush your arm.
“what’s going on?” he asked.
you swallowed hard, heart racing.
“i might know who’s behind it all.”
he blinked, tilting his head slightly. “what?”
“it’s professor han,” you continued quickly. “and i know how crazy this sounds to you, but please hear me out—”
“wait, hold on.” jisung’s eyes widened, his head tilting slightly in disbelief. your boyfriend was by far the most expressive person you’ve ever met. you could say this is the most confused you’ve ever seen him. “are we talking about the same thing here?”
your heart pounded harder as you forced the next sentence out.
“i’m talking about who’s been endangering seoul.”
jisung’s hand froze on your arm, his fingers going completely still against the fabric of your jacket that was over your pyjamas. his brows pulled together even tighter, creating a deep crease between them.
“and you think that’s professor han?” he repeated, almost like he was testing the words. he let out a disbelieving breath and pulled his hand back. jisung ran a hand through his wind-tousled hair, his expression turning more serious. “what are you even talking about?”
you stepped closer, eyes pleading. “you have to understand that i’m just trying to help you here.”
he took a small step back. the confusion was clear in his eyes, but underneath it you could already see the first sparks of frustration building.
“y/n, i had zero idea you were even looking into any of this anymore. i told you, i specifically told you, not to poke around, not to tell anyone about it, and definitely not to start accusing a respected professor of being a criminal mastermind!”
“jisung, will you just listen to me first!” you snapped, anger flaring hot in your chest.
you knew the conversation would go like this, but a part of you had still hoped he’d be more understanding. clearly that had been too much to ask.
“i’m trying to talk to you and you’re already shutting me down!” you continued, voice rising despite your best efforts to keep it quiet. “i know you told me to stay out of it and i heard you. but i can’t just do nothing! every time you leave, i’m the one left wondering if you’re coming back. so yeah, my instinct as your girlfriend is to do something about it”
jisung’s eyes widened slightly at your tone, but the frustration on his face only deepened. he opened his mouth, but you didn’t give him the chance to interrupt.
“don’t stand there and act like i’m being reckless or delusional. i’m trying to help you. because if professor han really is connected to all of this, then you’re not just fighting random things, you’re fighting someone.”
you were breathing harder now, cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and the adrenaline of finally saying it all out loud.
“so yes, i went behind your back. yes, i looked into it. but i didn’t do it to spite you, jisung. i did it because i’m tired of sitting around feeling useless while you risk your life every single night!”
jisung closed his eyes and gripped the sides of your arms to show how desperate he was to make you understand.
“baby, you’re the farthest thing from useless anyone could ever be,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. he opened his eyes again, his dark brown gaze locking onto yours. “you stay up to care for my injuries. you let me crash with you even when i’m capable of staying at my own place.”
his grip on your arms tightened.
“that’s how you’re helping me, y/n, and i don’t need any more than that!”
you shook your head fiercely.
“but you do, jisung. that’s the problem you do need more,” you shot back. “because if we don’t figure this out any faster, i’m scared one day you just won’t come back to me.”
you took a shaky breath, eyes stinging as you stared up at him.
“and whether the end goal here is to kill you or not, and i don’t know yet because i haven’t found out that much, i know enough to see that you needed real help.”
jisung looked completely torn. he let go of your arms and took a step back, tilting his head all the way back as he stared up at the sky. a frustrated groan escaped him as he gripped fistfuls of his messy brown hair.
“jisung, just listen to how i know this—”
“goodness, baby” he muttered, voice strained. “you can’t just—”
“and i need you to not interrupt me while i’m speaking!” you snapped, voice rising with frustration. “please, for the love of—just let me explain!”
“fine, go!” he said through gritted teeth.
you took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady even though you were fuming
“the night before hyunjin’s party last week, a mutant came up to my window at around 2 or 3 am,” you began.
jisung’s eyes widened instantly, his whole body going rigid.
“a mutant came to your dorm?”
you quickly added, “i got really, really lucky. i managed to stay calm so it didn’t attack me. after that, i was even able to take a small sample from its handprint before it left.”
“you what?” his voice came out low and dangerous. “y/n, this was last week! how am i only finding out about this now?”
“will you stop focusing on the fact that i didn’t tell you!” you fired back.
he opened his mouth again, but you kept going, determined to get everything out.
“i ran tests on the sample tonight in the lab. that’s why i was still there so late. i was hoping the mass spectrometer would show something useful. while i was waiting for the results, professor han walked in.”
you paused for a second, watching his reaction carefully.
“i trusted him. he’s always been the only person who actually listens when we talk about the strange things happening in seoul. but i kept it vague on purpose in case of the horrible possibility that he isn’t who i think he is.”
you swallowed.
“so after i told him what i encountered, he said something about having to be careful in case i got ‘another visit to my window.’ i never told him the mutant came to my window let alone mentioned my dorm. he just knew. that’s what’s so terrifying. how would he have known unless he’s connected to it somehow?”
“and i’m not 100% sure about this yet… but i just know it might be a possibility. he knew i was looking into this so he probably sent that thing to my room to scare me off or worse, attack me. then he told me not to share what i was doing with just anyone and that i should only talk to people i really trust. it felt like he was trying to make me trust him more, or fishing to see how much i knew.”
before you knew, your eyes were brimming with tears and your voice was becoming shakier by the second.
“and now i feel like i just outed you, jisung. i was trying to help, i swear i was, but now i’m panicking because what if he already suspects something? what if he already knows who you are? i just feel so stupid.”
jisung immediately shook his head, stepping closer to you again. his hands came up to gently to your shoulder
“baby,” he said softly. “it doesn’t matter how much he knows, okay? it doesn’t. i’d never be mad at you for outing me accidentally. you were smart enough to even figure all of this out on your own.”
he was looking at you now with no anger left in his voice. it felt so good to finally talk to jisung about all of this. he was always gonna be your person.
“but i’m also really scared for you right now. if professor han really is involved in all this… then you just put yourself right in his line of sight. and that terrifies me more than anything he might know about me.”
his hand moved to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“you’re not stupid, baby. not even a little. you’re brilliant. but please… promise me you won’t put yourself in danger like that again without me knowing.”
you nodded slowly, blinking back the tears as you whispered, “okay… i promise.”
“come here… come here, baby.”
he gently pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. one hand cradled the back of your head while the other rubbed slow, soothing circles along your back. he held you close, his chin resting on top of your head as he let out a long, shaky breath.
“but we’re in this together now, right? if i find something else, i’ll tell you first. and you’ll do the same.” you said, looking up at him hopefully.
“yeah,” he said. “and i’m not going to stop you or get mad at you for it anymore. but we’ll do it together.”
he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a second before pulling back to meet your eyes again. you couldn’t help the small, relieved smile that went across your face as his nose gently nuzzled against yours.
he couldn’t thank you enough for this.
the warm water cascaded gently over both of you, filling the bathroom with soft steam that wrapped around your bodies. you stood under the steady stream with your eyes closed, completely melting as jisung’s fingers worked through your wet hair with loving care.
his lips brushed your shoulder in a trail of soft, lingering kisses, moving lazily across your skin while he started massaging the spot behind your ears, your shoulders dropped and your mind drifted somewhere blissfully far away. you leaned back into him, feeling almost floaty.
“my perfect girl,” he whispered against your damp skin, voice low and honey-sweet.
jisung was feeling extra affectionate tonight. he pressed another kiss right where your neck met your shoulder, then rested his forehead there for a second.
you turned slowly in his arms, the water sliding over your skin as you faced him. his hands slipped from your hair.
you saw the dark strands plastered to his forehead and dripping water down his face. a few droplets clung to his lashes. you slid your arms around his neck, fingers threading gently through the wet hair at his nape and you pulled him down.
the warm water poured over both of you as your lips met. jisung’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him until your chests pressed together. the kiss deepened as he tilted his head, lips moving against yours.
you pulled back from his mouth to trail your lips down his jaw. jisung’s breath hitched when you pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck. then another, and another.
a shaky sigh escaped him the moment your lips found that sensitive spot right in the dip of his neck. his arms tightened around your waist, fingers pressing into your skin. he would melt every time loved on him like this.
as you kissed along his neck, jisung noticed the scent of your shampoo filling his lungs since you’d both just washed your hair. gosh, he loved that smell.
he was also becoming hyperaware of the thick steam rising around you both. he paid attention to the calming sound of the water raining down. and he also noticed the feeling of your body pressed so perfectly against his.
every little sensation made him feel lightheaded. maybe because all his blood was going straight to his cock, he figured. you felt it immediately pressed against your stomach.
he bent his head down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder, lips brushing tenderly over your wet skin.
“i love you, jisung.” you whispered, voice barely louder than the falling water.
jisung smiled against your shoulder, his heart swelling. he lifted his head just enough to look at you, droplets clinging to his lashes.
“i love you too,” he murmured. “so much.”
next he knew, you started lowering yourself down to your knees in front of him.
jisung sucked in a breath. you looked up at him, giving him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes. the sight of your gaze with water streaming down your face and body nearly made his knees buckle.
“baby,” he breathed.
he took his cock in his hand, giving himself one slow stroke from base to tip as he guided the flushed head toward your lips. the tip glistened with water and a bead of precum. he tapped it lightly against your bottom lip, his voice dropping into a husky murmur.
“open for me.”
you wrapped your mouth around him, being careful with your teeth as you took as much as you could of him inside. you immediately felt him touch the back of your throat, the urge to gag strong, but you slid back off of him, your tongue swirling around his tip. you breathed through your nose as you sucked at the first couple of inches, using your hand to jerk off the rest.
you peered up at jisung, eager to see his reaction, and found him watching you. he swallowed, his jaw clenching. you took your eye contact as a chance to take his entire length down your throat, immediately making him curse and throw his head back. his hands flung to your hair, tugging it. he gently pushed you further down, your nose pressed against his torso for a few seconds before he released you. you pulled away for a breather, a string of saliva connecting your lips with his cock.
"so good," he muttered, pulling you back on for more. he used your mouth without hurting you, his hips thrusting back and forth slowly.
gagging noises filled the air until eventually he pulled off of you completely, groaning as his wet cock bounced back up to hit his stomach.
he slid the glass door open to take a condom from the drawer you kept nearby. at this point, the two of you had sex so often that condoms were basically scattered around both your dorms. you always had a box tucked in your nightstand and another in your bathroom drawer.
“turn around, baby,” jisung said, his voice husky. his eyes were half-lidded like he was drunk on the sight of you.
you obeyed instantly, turning to face the tiled wall. you planted your hands against the cool surface and arched your back, pushing your ass back toward him until his cock only half an inch away from your heat.
the sound of the packet ripping echoed softly over the running water. jisung rolled the condom down his cock, his gaze locked on how dripping wet you were. your pussy was slick from your arousal and the shower water. he bit his bottom lip hard, trying not to groan out loud at the sight. jisung always thought you were the prettiest human being on this planet.
he nudged the swollen head of his cock against your soaked entrance, sliding it up and down your slippery folds, coating himself in your wetness. you whimpered softly at the gentle pressure.
“i want it, sungie,” you said sweetly.
who was he to deny your request?
when he slowly pushed in, you were so wet that he slid in smoothly, but you still felt so tight around him. from this angle, he was so deep you swore it felt like he was hitting your throat.
a breathy moan spilled from your lips the moment he bottomed out, your palms pressing harder against the tile wall for support. jisung started moving, his hips forcing your body forward with each thrust.
you noticed jisung was quieter than usual so you slowly turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. his head was tilted back, exposing the sharp line of his adam’s apple as it bobbed. his eyes were closed and his face scrunched up beautifully every time he pushed in.
you couldn’t stop staring, soft moans falling from your mouth with every roll of his hips.
then jisung’s eyes slowly fluttered open as he caught you looking.
a lazy smile spread across his face, eyes dark as he locked gazes with you. that smile sent a fresh wave of butterflies exploding in your stomach, and your pussy clenched hard around his cock without warning.
jisung let out a low groan at the sudden squeeze, his rhythm faltering for just a second.
“what are you looking at?” he asked, though the blissed-out expression never fully left his face.
“you just…” the words got caught in your throat when he gave a particularly deep thrust. “you look so lost in it,”
jisung’s smile widened. without a word, he bent over you, pressing his chest flush against your back. his lips found the curve of your shoulder and trailed soft kisses along your skin.
you moaned loudly as he started fucking you faster. “jisung!” you moaned, the sound breaking into a whimper.
he groaned right against your ear, his hips snapping against your ass repeatedly.
“are you gonna cum?” he murmured, voice strained with pleasure. “without me even touching your little clit?”
you nodded frantically, another broken moan falling from your lips as the pressure built fast. “i can, i’m so close.”
“come on, baby,” jisung growled softly, his hand sliding up to grip your hip tighter, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. “give it to me. let me feel you cum all over me.”
his words, combined with the relentless pace and the way he was kissing and biting at your shoulder, pushed you right to the edge. you moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls as your orgasm crashed through you.
the feeling of you tightening and gushing around him sent him into his orgasm as well. a moan tore from his throat as he spilled into the condom.
he groaned, forehead dropping to rest between your shoulder blades as he rode out his release.
for a long moment, your heavy breaths filled the room.
eventually, jisung let out a long, satisfied sigh. he pressed one last soft kiss to your shoulder before slowly pulling out of you. he reached down, carefully removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it into the small trash bin just outside the shower.
you straightened up slowly, your legs a little shaky, and turned around to face him. the warm water continued cascading over both of you as you looked up at him.
he cupped your face gently with both hands and leaned in, kissing you slow and deep. the kiss was full of love rather than lust. when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
“tomorrow,” you whispered against his lips, still a little breathless, “we’ll look more into professor han, okay? i have a good feeling about this.”
jisung let out a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling warmly in his chest. he shook his head, nose brushing against yours.
“baby, please don’t talk about prof han right after we just made love.”
“sorry, sorry,” you said quickly.
jisung laughed softly again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.
he knew without doubt he wanted forever with you.
you guys guessed it!! as always, thank you for reading!!!!
warnings!!!: just a bunch of smut. minors do not interact!
• aftercare (what they're like after sex?)
kai is always exhausted after having sex with his partner, but it doesn’t stop him from making sure they are okay and comfortable. he presses kisses to their head and cheeks, far different from the messy and hard kisses given just ten minutes ago. he wraps a arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him while he inhales your post-sex smell on your neck. he mummers sweet stuff to you like, “you did amazing”, “i love you so much you don’t even know it”, “you’re so perfect”.
• body part (what’s his favorite body part on himself? his partner?)
kai’s favorite body part on himself is probably his arms. he usually goes to the gym nowadays with taehyun to work out and it has definitely been paying off. he’s been looking more muscular day by day and he enjoys your reactions everytime he comes back home. his favorite body part on his partner is their thighs. he enjoys having a hand on them when sitting down together, while he’s driving, and especially when eating you out.
• cum (basically, anything to do with cum)
although he will never say it, he always loves cumming on your tits. he likes seeing the white, warm streams roll down your nipples. he always takes a second just to loose himself in the slight of his cum on you, making him painfully hard again. “you have one more round in you right?”
• dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory. what's their dirty secret?)
kai never has the thoughts on sharing you during sexual times but oh how he can’t deny that it hasn’t crossed his mind before. in the late nights, where he thinks about having a threesome with one of his other members, he can feel his hand creeping down his pants to feel his erect cock. he just thinks about him sitting up on the bed while you suck his cock, trying hard to not stop while yeonjun is fucking you from the back. just seeing you whining and moaning on his cock because of yeonjun fucking you good does something to him. as he snaps back to reality, he didn’t even notice he came on his hand already.
• experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
he’s pretty experienced. he was a virgin when the two of you started dating, and this was because he was too busy with TXT and his practices and performances that he never really had time to do anything sexual with anyone. he was really shy the first time but as months went by, he got the hang of it and now he’s his experience to drive you crazy.
• favorite position
kai loves face to face positions but cowgirl drives him crazy. he loves just sitting back and watching you take what you want. his hands trail from your waist to your bouncing tits, squeezing and sucking on them as you ride on his cock. he loves watching you moan and whimper his name and teases you about it, “yeah? you like riding my cock huh? show me how much you love it”. he watching you with lustful eyes, not even stopping himself from letting out moans here and there as you ride him.
• goofy (are they goofy in the moment, or more intimate?)
sometimes if he’s not lost in the feeling of it, he’ll say something funny or stupid that can make you two laugh. but usually kai is more intimate, more focused on making you feel good.
• hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)
he keeps it pretty neat, trimmed all the way down but doesn't completely shave it off. if you had different preferences he'd be up to trying and when it comes to you he doesn't mind anything as long as you're comfortable.
• intimacy (how romantic are they in bed?)
kai is very passionate lover; that's for sure. he finds the act to be something serious and intimate. he'll only do it with you out of love and care. he likes to keep it fair in the bedroom. So if he's enjoying, you should be enjoying it just as much as he is. he likes switching it up, from him taking the lead to you taking the lead.
• jack off (how often do they masturbate?)
oh my days, kai is just like a 14 year old boy going through puberty. kai jerks off a lot, especially during the days where he can’t see you for a long time, he jerks off to a picture of you or those voice messages you leave him saying good luck to his performances. oh and don’t get him started on tours…when TXT went on tour, it was horror for him. he wasn’t able to see you for a few months and he definitely missed when you were their to give him a blowjob when he was horny. sometimes he would call you just to hear your voice while he secretly jerks off to the sound of your voice.
• kink (one or more of their kinks)
kai is into handcuffs and being tied down. that also being said, he loves when your dominant. he loves watching you take control over him and taking what’s yours. he’s always down for being submissive because secretly he likes it more than being the top in the relationship.
• location
he’s pretty basic, bedroom, couch, shower. basically anywhere in the house but his go to is the bedroom. he likes the privacy and comfort that those places offer. he can't be bothered to think about the possibility of getting caught. as thrilling as it might be, he has a reputation to uphold. the impending PR work is not worth the orgasm, at least for him. he also would hate to do it in a place that would force you into a weird position. at least at home there's a bed, a couch, a chair, or a counter for you to use.
• motivation (what makes them want to do the deed?)
…you! not saying that just by looking at you makes him horny but when you do certain intimate stuff on purpose, he tries not to show how it affected him, but the growing tent in his pants speaks other wise!
• no (something they won't do, turn-offs)
anything extreme is off the table for him. In many ways, he's quite vanilla. the farthest he'll go would be a little bit of bondage and usage of toys. but if there's extreme pain, blood, piss, and things beyond that involved—consider him out.
• oral (preference in giving, or receiving, skill etc)
kai LOVES giving. he loves eating you out. although he’s never one to turn down your offer of sucking him off, he just likes to give oral instead. he wraps his arms around your thighs, spreading them out as his mouth works on your pussy. you swear that he gets better each time he does it. kai loves to hear your moans when he knows he’s the reason why. he eats you out like a starved man, circling his tongue on your clit as he trails his fingers to insert inside, pumping in and out. he already gets you to cum from his tongue and fingers alone because he knows your sweet spots. he always pulls away with a big smile on his face, accompanied with your juices over his mouth.
• pace (are they fast and rough? or slow and sensual?)
he usually likes it slow and sensual. he doesn’t like rushing sex at all. the atmosphere also feels different for him when he goes slow. kai uses this as a way to observe which spots to hit, which points to stimulate at the same time, and so on. it gets him off knowing that he can get better and better at providing pleasure. he might take it slow, but there are definitely moments when he pounds you hard and steady. the type of pounding that needs you to hold on for dear life or else you'll fall.
• quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)
not really a fan of it. but it's not like he would never do it. kai will only resort to quickies when absolutely necessary. those kinds of situations are mostly when both of your schedules are packed and there is literally not enough time to have proper sex. another reason why he doesn't do this as much is that it leaves him wanting more. he always craves more and turns needy, so he avoids quickies as much as he can.
• risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)
kai isn’t a big fan of getting caught, so he’s not that crazy on taking risks. buttttt he will try anything not-so-extreme at least once if you ask him.
• stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
since he’s only in his 20’s, he can go for a while. his stamina is pretty high because of his age and he can probably go to a max of 4 rounds.
• toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)
he owns toys that are usually meant for you. he has a dildo and a vibrator that sometimes he tries to include during sex. he would sometimes use the vibrator to hold up on your clit while he fucks you in missionary just to see you squirm and moan at the feeling.
• unfair (how much they like to tease)
kai would tease sometimes, especially when your needy and dying for his dick to be inside you. “yeah? you want it that bad?”, he says with the most stupidest grin on his face. he only does this to see your reaction. sometimes he would only put the tip in and slip it out and then do it again and again until you start begging and that’s when he finally stretches you out with his cock and fucks you right.
• volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)
he’s not crazy loud but loud enough for the two of you to hear. he’s not afraid of making noises during sex, he would gratefully moan and let out the breathy whimpers when he fucks you. he pants and whimpers a lot when he’s close to cumming.
• wildcard (random headcanon for the character/person)
one day, the two of you had sex in the empty recording studio but he didn’t tell you that he was recording the lewd audio of the two of you having sex. the day after he made song that featured your moans in the background and showed it to you for shits and giggles. the song was obviously never going to be released but he listens to it on the daily.
• x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
he’s pretty big and long, about 7 to 8 inches in length. but his girth also matches his length. he’s big and his cock never fails to make you go crazy!
• yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
oh he’s mega horny, ready when you are. on a scale from zero to hundred? breaching into the 90 percent right there. he’s gonna be clingy when he’s in the mood. all wrapped around you in a backhug in the kitchen or when you iron a shirt of his, and that’s sexy of him. he’s not gonna hide what’s filling out those sweatpants. he’ll desperately grind up against you like it’s christmas.
• zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)
it takes some time. he cools down, sweats it out, chugs water. however, don’t underestimate how tired kai can already be. his daily routines and performances have a toll on him. ironically, he’s not a deep sleeper, however. kai might toss and turn and have sudden energy bursts, or ideas, or gets hungry. So, he needs his plushies, he needs a weighted blanket, warm pajamas, a hot cup of his favorite warm drink, a light snack, and you by his side. kai looks like a certified angel on his pillow, his well-deserved rest from everything is so important, too.
🕸️🕷️✮⋆˙ LOG 5 — INTERVENTION (chapter 5 of my spiderman!jisung series)
pairing: han jisung x fem!reader, college spider-man au, established relationship
synopsis: the issue with having a double life is that on top of everything spider-man has to deal with, han jisung still has his own problems. it’s only natural for you to wanna carry some of that weight for him, even though he’s made it clear he doesn't wanna get you involved
warnings: ~7k words, established relationship, fluff, alcohol consumption, explicit content (MINORS DFNI!!), angry sex, switch! reader and jisung, reverse cowgirl, spanking, protected sex, dirty talk, lowk brat!jisung
a/n: hey loves 🥹 i’m incredibly sorry for disappearing for two whole months 💔 i know that’s such a long time and you guys have been so patient with me. i spent forever rewriting this chapter but it’s finally here now and i’m so happy!
the spider.
an extraordinary species.
eight limbs to support its balance rather than merely six. perfect adhesion to glass, steel, concrete, and even inverted surfaces. a reaction time measured down to milliseconds. sensitivity that could chart its surroundings through the slightest vibration in the air.
indeed, it was a masterpiece of nature.
inside the glass container, the arachnid tested the perimeter.
the curious man stood outside the glass, observing its every movement. he reached for the syringe. the radioactive material inside it emitted a faint glow as he injected the spider.
slowly, he pressed the plunger. the radioactive material flowed into its body.
the spider convulsed, its legs scraping against the glass.
naturally, fine hairs stood on the man’s arms. he carefully placed the empty syringe on the steel tray but couldn’t tear his eyes away.
the spider started undergoing the changes. its legs grew longer and its body thickened. he saw how the spider moved faster and developed a mind of its own.
he observed closely for signs of instability. the last spider had turned on itself within minutes.
the man smiled when he saw that this one did not.
“look at you.”
“look at you!”
you burst out laughing, practically falling forward onto jisung's chest as you pointed at the absolute disaster he’d turned into overnight.
jisung blinked up at you. his hair was sticking up in at least four different directions. he’d slept like a baby. it was that easy to tell.
his favourite moments were late mornings with you when sunlight would spill through your curtains, warming the sheets.
but those mornings usually went one of two ways: either waking to your lips all over him, or waking up to your endless teasing. unfortunately for him, today you’d chosen the second.
“stop laughing at me,” he groaned and threw an arm over his face.
he peeked at you through his elbows
you were sitting up against your pillows, legs tangled in the blanket, one hand braced behind you. the light caught the slope of your shoulder and traced down your collarbone.
“i can’t wait to wake up to you like this forever.” he mumbled with a dazed smile.
you huffed, rolling your eyes. “you act like you don’t sleep over almost every other day.”
he shot upright so fast the mattress bounced beneath you.
“i don’t!” he was sitting up now as well, messy hair falling onto his forehead from the sudden movement. “i’ll have you know i haven’t slept in your bed in almost a week.”
“how fucking tragic.” you said flatly, sliding your legs off the bed. you could almost hear the whiny voice building up in his throat like it always did before he was about to burst.
you stood, stretching your arms above your head as you walked toward the window. the light was soft but muted behind the curtains.
“for the record, i have very valid reasons for coming! i risk my life everyday,” he added dramatically. “the least you could do is greet me with a little appreciation—”
you reached for the curtain and tugged it open.
light spilled in.
your eyes fell on a handprint on your window, and your stomach dropped.
behind you, your boyfriend kept running his mouth.
“—and i just think if we’re being fair—”
his voice blurred like someone had dunked your head underwater.
you had woken up comfortable in the illusion of normalcy. you told yourself that what you saw at the window last night was just your brain playing tricks after weeks of mutant attacks and distant sirens bleeding into your sleep.
no. no, what happened last night was just a dream. a deadly mutant wouldn’t have come by your window and left you unscathed.
but you remembered it too clearly for it to be a dream. you remembered how your breath picked up as the mutant pressed its skinless palm against the window and stared you down.
and plus, how were you supposed to convince yourself it wasn’t real when the evidence was right in front of you?
“y/n?”
your breathing grew shallow, eyes locked on the glass.
“baby.”
the room snapped back into your focus when he called the name you often answered faster than your actual name.
“you okay there?” he asked, eyes narrowed at your stiff posture.
you reached up and tugged the curtain shut again. the room dimmed instantly.
“yea, it’s just…way too bright with it open,” you said, looking down at the floorboards. anything to avoid those big, expressive brown eyes.
he didn’t buy it for a second.
his stupid spider-sense was probably pinging like a smoke alarm right now. maybe you had some of your own, judging by the way you could feel his gaze like darts without even looking at him.
you dropped back onto the bed beside him, shoulder-checking him hard enough that he let out a dramatic “ouch.”
his arms slid around you and he tugged you in closer until you were against his chest, chin hooking lightly over the top of your head. “you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
you pulled away almost instantly, faking an annoyed huff. “why wouldn’t i be?”
“i don’t know!” he threw his hand up defensively. “you just feel…”
feel what?
tense?
scared?
like prey?
you swallowed.
“i mean, you’d tell me if something was wrong…” he continued. “right?”
here’s the thing. you couldn’t just sit here and do nothing anymore.
he didn’t have time to play detective. you did.
and the mutant coming to your window was information jisung could actually use if he ever had five free minutes that weren’t spent bleeding or napping face-down on your floor.
you’ve had enough of the “i swing around saving the city while you sit here looking pretty and worried.” if he’d stop being a stubborn idiot for once and let you make progress, maybe he wouldn’t come home looking like roadkill every other night. you’re supposed to be in this together, right?
so if you told him, he’d absolutely lose it and overthink every possible reason a mutant would show up at your window specifically. then, he would do absolutely anything—beg, bargain—to keep you as far from his case as possible.
you tilted your head slightly, letting a small smile curve your lips. “if something was wrong,” you said carefully, “you’d be the first to know.”
it was true, he would be the first to know. if you kept it to yourself.
jisung let out a tired breath, “alright, baby,” he mumbled, trying to convince himself it was fine.
he then leaned in slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you kissed back without hesitation, hand sliding to the side of his neck. when he started to pull away you chased him, catching his bottom lip gently between yours. he let out a quiet laugh against your mouth, the sound vibrating between you.
he grabbed your waist and pulled you on top of him, arms locking around you. he pulled away and mumbled against your lips, “i love you,”
your fingers played with his disastrous hair. “i love you too, bugboy.”
he smiled and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his lips brushed your neck gently.
then a ringing went off on his phone.
his arms loosened a fraction, letting out a defeat sigh. your eyebrows slanted downwards in concern, knowing what that usually meant. it certainly wasn’t the first time you two were interrupted by something like this.
he reached for his phone on the nightstand without sitting up all the way. the screen lit his face as he pulled up the live news feed he always kept pinned.
indeed, there was a headline posted seconds ago reporting suspicious activity in hongdae with multiple sightings of entities near the university area. students were advised to seek immediate shelter, and the police are on scene.
that’s his cue.
you quickly moved to the side as he got ready. he pulled the suit out of his backpack and put it on like second nature. he took his mask out and pulled it over his head.
you walked to the window before he could, unlatching it with hands that didn’t shake. not visibly, anyway.
he turned to you, gloved fingers catching the bottom edge of the mask and tugging it back up just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face. he gave you one last kiss before pulling it back down.
“don’t go out until it’s reported clear, alright?” his voice was slightly muffled under the mask, “i’ll try and reach out after.”
you nodded once. “promise.”
“love you,” he said.
“love you too, be safe.”
he gave you a quick nod then flipped backward out the window. a faint web shooted out somewhere above, and then nothing.
you sighed, and reached up to pull the window shut. your eyes dropped back to the handprint on the glass.
you’d successfully kept jisung from seeing it. at least for now.
you were reaching for the cleaning spray and a rag, ready to wipe the evidence away, when a better idea hit you.
wait.
you spun toward your desk under which you kept your first aid stuff for spiderman. you yanked it open, rummaged past the bandages and antiseptic wipes, and pulled out a swab kit. you tore the packaging open with your teeth and pulled the window back open. you dragged the stick carefully across the palm area, collecting whatever faint residue had been left behind.
the tip came away faintly discoloured. you sealed the swab back in its tube, snapped the cap on, and shut the window again.
“you stupid things!”
spider-man shrieked as one of the mutants lunged, claws slashing across his chest plate. the strike missed by a millimetre.
“nice one,” he mocked, now walking backwards. “you know, if you wanna look like voldemort, at least get the nose right.”
he always thought the mutants looked like him. it was easier to laugh at something that looked like the villain from his favourite movies than admit how fast his heart was hammering under the suit.
then his spider-sense tingled. his eyes widened, lenses dilating as he spotted a young girl, maybe high school age, backed against a shop shutter. a second enemy had her pinned while she kicked uselessly.
he shot a web-line straight at the mutant's extended arm. it screeched as spiderman pulled it with the second one.
“over here, you freaks!”
both of the pale beasts were dragged toward him. spiderman webbed their feet to the ground in quick bursts then sprinted to her, dropping to one knee.
“are you okay?”
“my leg…” she cried, tears streaking her face. blood seeped through her jeans where claws had grazed her.
“we’ll get you help, okay?” he kept his voice soft. he gently lifted her, cradling her against his side while firing a web upward to a balcony railing.
he swung them both up in one smooth arc, landing on the balcony where a group of people were already huddled. he set her down carefully, ripping a strip from a banner to tie a quick tourniquet around her thigh.
“ambulance is coming, brave girl. you're gonna be fine.”
she sniffled, “thank you, spider-man.”
as he made his way back down the block toward where he'd left the two webbed mutants, a ringtone started going off.
jisung fumbled at his ear where he linked his suit to his phone the first few months he became spiderman. he tapped the side of his mask to answer.
“hello?”
“jisung-ah!” a familiar, warm voice burst through.
“grandma?” he said it out of breath, boots hitting pavement again as he jogged into the narrow alley. shit. the two freaks were gone.
“it’s so nice to hear your voice, my boy. it gets deeper every time we talk.”
he smiled under his mask despite the current situation. he scanned rooftops, alleys, nothing. the mutants had vanished. “how are you? eating okay? not overdoing it with the garden again?”
she laughed softly. “i'm fine, fine. you sound out of breath. what's all that noise?”
jisung jogged deeper into the alley in search of the creatures. the torn webs dangled. “uh… i’m late for a study group. you know me, always rushing.” he forced lightness into his tone, sweet as always with her. “what did you call me for?”
“just wondering if you got something from me,” grandma continued, cheerful as ever. “i sent it a few weeks ago.”
jisung darted deeper into the alley, balancing the call while vaulting over a dumpster. “um, i’ll be sure to check when i get home. thank you, grandma.”
“you do check your mail, right, my boy?”
he gulped. he hadn't opened his mailbox in months. “what did you send?”
“it’s my old wedding ring.”
jisung almost choked on his own spit. his foot caught on a loose brick; he stumbled, catching himself against the wall.
“i talked it over with your grandfather. you've been with that sweet girl for so long now.”
“grandma—”
“have you thought about asking her to marry you?”
jisung swiped a hand over his face.
“i…yeah. all the time, actually.”
he shot a quick web upward, pulling himself to a low ledge so he could scan better while talking.
“i don’t know, grandma. it’s not that i don’t want to. i do. more than anything.” he hesitated, voice dropping. “it’s just… things are complicated right now. you know what the situation is with seoul right now.”
there was a long silence on her end. “the brave ones still choose to build something lasting in it, jisung-ah.”
he closed his eyes for half a second.
“the ring is there when you’re ready. but don’t wait forever. she sounds like she’d fight the world with you.”
jisung’s throat tightened. “she would,” he whispered. “she already does.”
a sudden skittering noise came from behind. his spider sense buzzed like never before.
his grandma's voice pulled him back. “but speaking on that, how many times have i told you you should move out of the city? it's far too dangerous now! we've had so many people move back into town. a lot of gentlemen your age, too.”
“yeah, i know, grandma. it's just, university is great here and…” he trailed off, eyes locked on a flicker of a pale figure disappearing around the corner.
“um, there's something i have to handle right now. i'll call you again. i love you.”
“i love you too, my boy. be careful.”
“i will. promise.”
the call ended.
the second he lowered his hand, the alley went quiet.
“fuck,” he hissed under his breath.
he walked through the alley, steps deliberate, eyes scanning every shadow and ledge.
“come out,” spider-man said. “we’re not done.”
a spike of the familiar sensation went straight through his skull.
he whipped around just as the mutant dropped down to attack him.
he fired a web from his left shooter, thick strands wrapping the creature’s torso. it tore straight through them, lunging at him. spiderman’s boots skidded on concrete as the mutant pinned him against the wall, one massive clawed hand clamping around his throat.
the hero choked out a grunt.
“get… off…” he rasped.
he could feel his suit tear at his neck, the sting of the creature’s dirty nails breaking skin. spiderman was starting to feel his own blood trickling down his neck.
normally, seeing or feeling his own blood brought a strange, sick comfort. it made him feel human again. for a few seconds he could pretend the spider bite never happened, that he was just a college kid who tripped over his own feet and bled like anyone else. he'd always wished for that normalcy because it would let the weight slip off even for a bit.
black spots appeared at the corners of his vision as the grip tightened.
just as his breathing became restricted, an idea came to his head.
he angled his right wrist and shot thick webs shot straight into the mutant’s slit-like mouth and flattened nostrils. a white seal blocked its airways in seconds. its claws flew up to its face, scrabbling desperately at the webbing, tearing at its own skin.
when the grip on spiderman’s throat released, he dropped to his knees. the mutant staggered back, wheezing through the web.
spiderman pushed himself up on one hand. a proud grin spread under the mask.
“that’s it. choke on your own face, ugly.” he rasped.
he straightened, rolling his shoulders, ready to finish it or shoot another snarky comment about poetic justice.
but he had seemingly forgotten about the second enemy.
another fist swung into his face with no warning his spider-sense had time to process through the haze.
the last thing he registered was his own body hitting the ground.
“spiderman’s stooped so low now.”
“did you guys see him get socked in the face like a bitch today?”
“honestly, what a fucking bore! even the police handled it better. people can really stop worrying about him ‘taking jobs’.”
you heard it all tonight. every single word spat from the mouths of familiar faces who suddenly thought they were critics and comedians all at once.
the gross guys you’d seen lurking around parties for years. the girls infamous for sucking three dicks in one night. wow. you were being particularly mean tonight.
well, good. they deserved it.
you leaned against the kitchen island at hwang hyunjin’s penthouse loft. hyunjin was a filthy rich art prodigy at the prestigious university in hongdae. back in high school, he and jisung hadn't always gotten along due to their clashing personalities. but they'd ended up close after. the strongest friendships were forged in fire, you figured. you admired hyunjin for that, and for throwing this party and giving people a night to forget seoul wasn’t lurking with monsters.
“baby.”
you jumped at the slurred voice right beside you.
jisung was swaying slightly, holding the beer can you’d limited him to after realizing he’s had too much to drink. the aluminum can was crushed from him not controlling how much strength he was using. his cheeks were flushed pink, and his brown eyes were pleading.
“do you think i can take one more shot without being too hammered to save the city if it calls me?” he asked way too loud.
three of your friends nearby turned, eyebrows raised. mina stifled a giggle behind her hand.
you flashed them an embarrassed smile, cheeks warm from your own drinks. “sorry, he’s just joining in on mocking spider-man tonight. i’m really not a fan of it, but you know…men. they all get a little jealous.”
“why would they be jealous of me?” jisung said with a smile.
your eyes widened as you pushed him back gently by the shoulders. “i’m getting you water, baby.”
“no, i don’t need any. i want another shot,” he whined, face dipping toward your neck.
you laughed and dragged him along toward the cupboard. you rummaged until you found a clean shot glass. you recognized it as one of hyunjin’s souvenirs from iceland. careful with that. you filled it with cold water from the fridge dispenser.
“hey, look!” you said brightly, holding up the shot glass filled with clear liquid.
jisung squinted. “i saw you get it from the fridge.”
“more for me then.” you tilted it to your lips, faked a grimace, and clutched your throat. “it’s burning, jisung. i think i’m gonna be sick. look away!”
“oh no!” he spun around idiotically. “where’s the bathroom?!”
you quickly refilled the glass, pressed it into his hand when he turned back. you leaned into him, faking nausea by clutching your stomach and pressing your forehead to his shoulder. “i think i'm okay now… but i really think you should take this next shot instead of me. i'm done for tonight.”
he nodded frantically and downed it in one gulp. to your surprise, he then held the empty glass out without complaining about it not being alcohol. you laughed and swapped it for a solo cup this time, filling it with more water. he took it obediently, chugging it down in a few seconds.
you didn't want him hungover tomorrow in case another emergency called him, although it was unlikely to happen after today. the cuts on his neck and chest from this morning healed fast. but the dizziness from that knockout punch was still there, so letting him get drunk off his ass tonight felt risky.
your heart ached a little, though. all night you'd heard what people were saying about spiderman’s unfortunate mishap today. every word was a jab at the boy standing in front of you.
“what’s wrong, baby?” his voice cut through your thoughts, thumb brushing your cheek clumsily.
“hm?” you murmured, blinking.
your heart warmed because he noticed these things even when he wasn’t in his right mind. you hadn't even realized your expression had slipped.
“oh, it’s just—” you started.
to your horror, a loud, obnoxious voice sliced through the noise from the living room.
“i don’t know why every bitch on campus suddenly wants to get railed by spider-man.”
your head snapped toward the sound. a cluster of guys walked towards the kitchen counter.
another laughed, louder. “right? he definitely cries after every fight.”
“or during. imagine guy gets hurt and starts whimpering. no wonder girls eat that shit up.”
“he probably has to web women to the bed just to get laid.”
it wasn't like you to see red so fast, but the alcohol had seemed to stripped away your filter.
it was such a disgusting thing to say. and an awful thing for you to hear considering you’re his girlfriend.
“yeah,” the guy snorted. “imagine the disappointment when the suit comes off. bet he’s packing nothing under there anyway.”
the next thing you knew, your fist was flying.
it connected with the dude’s cheek. he stumbled back, beer sloshing onto his knuckles, groaning in pain. the room erupted in gasps and shouts.
jisung flinched, getting flashbacks for a second.
you shook out your hand, knuckles stinging. in your slightly drunken state, the ache felt almost satisfying.
“y/n!” mina rushed over, grabbing your arm.
the guy rubbed his jaw, glaring. “what the fuck is your problem?”
“my problem,” you said, stepping forward, “is assholes who talk shit about a man who's out there fighting for this city while you sit here running your mouth! maybe you’ve got a closeted thing for him ‘cause you’ve clearly spent way too much time thinking about what’s under his suit!”
“you’re a psycho bitch!” he yelled, raising his arm only the slightest.
before you could even blink, jisung shoved the guy’s head down onto the kitchen counter with force. if he was a second late you’d probably end up with a blow to the face as well.
the room went dead silent. everyone saw how inhumanly fast jisung intervened.
“try that again and i’ll cut your dick off!” your boyfriend yelled.
he realised then that he sounded more intimidating than he probably hoped. then again, this was han jisung. no one had ever pictured him being brave enough to raise a hand at anyone.
hyunjin appeared just in time, stepping in before jisung could follow through with his words.
“that’s enough.” his voice was like velvet over steel. “i don’t wanna call security on my own friends.”
jisung released the guy slowly, stepping back. he realized how close he’d come to giving himself away. his eyes flicked to you, wide and guilty.
hyunjin gave the guy a sharp look which made him mutter something incoherent as he stumbled away, rubbing his jaw. the crowd parted reluctantly. a few heads turned to stare back at you and jisung as they retreated. you felt awkward under all those eyes, heat crawling up your neck, but you had no regrets. everyone had heard the trash-talk all night. they all thought it was vile. only you had voiced your thoughts, or rather put them into action.
hyunjin exhaled through his nose, shoulders dropping a fraction.
“you might not feel it, but you both have had a bit much to drink.” his lips twitched like he was swallowing a laugh. “i just think you two need to cool off. jisung looks like he’s about to shit himself, and you’re still angry as a hornet.”
you shot hyunjin a look sharp enough to cut.
he patted your boyfriend’s back. “jisung, you know the code to the guest room. go be away from people for a bit.”
jisung reached for your wrist. “c’mon,” he mumbled.
you let him tug you toward the hallway, but you threw one last glance back at hyunjin, mouthing a small ‘sorry’, in which he returned with a smile.
jisung punched the code in. the fancy door clicked open with a beep before he pushed it open. the room looked straight out of a hotel with its crisp white sheets, massive bed centered, and soft lighting that made the ambiance too calm for how wired you still were.
when the door closed behind you, jisung flopped onto the edge of the bed, looking up at you with bleary eyes. “you got quite worked up there, didn’t you?” he teased, the words slurring.
normally, he would have known better than to say that, but he was drunk and clearly had a reduced thought process at the moment.
“did you hear what he said?” you yelled. “he’s lucky i didn’t just kill him right there!”
jisung let out a drunken laugh, only adding fuel to the fire.
“cool off my ass,” you muttered, spinning toward the door again. “i’m not done with that son of a—”
“woah, easy.” he was up in a flash despite the sway in his stance, catching your arm to stop you.
you whirled back to face him, yanking your wrist free. “how are you not pissed right now? they’ve been saying that shit about you all night.”
contrary to you, jisung was as calm as a cucumber. for some reason you’d expected him to be sulking.
“you have to admit,” he said, a small smile tugging at his mouth, “it was kinda funny.”
what the fuck was wrong with him? was he trying to piss you off?
“no it wasn’t!” the words exploded out of you. “they were saying disgusting things about you and you’re just gonna take that and laugh it off like it’s a joke?”
he knew exactly how much he was getting under your skin. his eyes, glassy from the drinks, stayed locked on yours like he was daring you to keep going.
you stared at him, chest heaving. “god, you’re pissing me off so much right now. you don’t even understand.”
“yeah?” he leaned forward enough that you could smell the alcohol and his cologne on him. “tell me more.”
you stared at him. the calm was gone from his face now. his breath was coming a little quicker and his pupils were blown wide. he was clearly getting off on this. you could feel it too. the anger had nowhere else to go, but to the heat in your stomach.
“you think this is funny?” you said, walking over to him and pointing your finger at his chest. “you think me wanting to rip someone’s head off for talking about you like that is funny?”
his hands came up settling on your hips. his thumbs brushed the bare skin where your miniskirt had ridden up slightly, and the touch sent a jolt straight through you.
“no,” he said softly. “i think it’s hot. that you’d do that. for me.” his voice cracked just a little on the last word. “and yeah, maybe i like seeing you this mad. because it means you care this much.”
your eyes softened for a second before they narrowed again. “this is not foreplay.”
jisung’s lips curved, the drunken haze doing nothing to dull the spark in his gaze. he pulled you closer until you were obligated to sit on his lap. his other palm stayed low, thumb dragging lazy circles just under the hem of your skirt.
“but clearly you’re pissed.” he leaned in until his mouth brushed the shell of your ear. “and i know how to help you with that.”
your stomach flipped, heat surging straight between your legs. “i can’t even look at you right now,” you snapped, turning your face away.
“well,” he smiled smugly, “good thing there are positions other than missionary, baby.” he said.
“you’re such an asshole,” you whispered. your hand slid up to fist in his hair. his head tipped back with a soft, surprised grunt.
“baby—”
“shut up.”
you kissed him hard and he groaned into your mouth immediately, hands sliding to cup your ass. you broke away just long enough to shove him backward. he hit the edge of the mattress and went down willingly, pulling you with him. you straddled his lap before he could even catch his breath, knees bracketing his hips, palms planted on his chest to keep him pinned.
jisung helped you take your top off before cool air kissed your skin as he tossed it somewhere behind him. your bra followed a second later as he unclasped it with one hand. he was always in awe at the sight of your boobs even though he’s probably seen them even more times than you’ve ever looked at them in the mirror.
your hands moved on their own to grab the hem of his shirt and rip it upward. he lifted his arms obediently, letting you drag the fabric over his head. you raked your nails down his bare chest.
“what would hyunjin say,” you breathed, “if he knew we did it on his guest room bed?”
jisung grinned as he sat up, chest pressing to yours, and reached behind you for the zipper on your skirt. he shoved it down along with your panties in one tug, lifting you to yank both off your legs. you kicked them away, completely bare now, skin flushing hot under his stare.
“i think i know what he meant by ‘cool off,’” jisung answered with a smile.
he reached over to the nightstand, and opened the drawer to reveal a box of condoms. hyunjin really did think of everything for his guests. your eyes widened a little but the surprise only lasted half a second before you took one from jisung.
his hands were already working his own jeans open, shoving them down his thighs with his boxers. his cock sprang free and he kicked the rest of his clothes off the edge of the bed.
you ripped the foil and leaned over to roll it slowly over his cock.
jisung hissed a little as you smoothed it down to the base, purposefully adding pressure.
“plus,” he said through his teeth, “if you want to get messy so bad… i’m sure he gets a cleaner in the morning.”
you rolled your eyes and pushed on his chest again. jisung’s back hit the mattress with a surprised huff, eyes widening as you swung one leg over and spun around. your knees planted on either side of his hips, back to him now, ass arched high and fully on display.
“what?” he blurted, voice cracking with shock. his hands hovered like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch. “baby—”
you cut him off, reaching back to grab his cock and line him up without even glancing over your shoulder. he was harder than you’d expected since foreplay wasn’t needed tonight for either of you.
“you said it yourself that there are other positions.” you snapped, voice edged with the same heat that had started all of this. “and tonight i don’t want to see your stupid face while i use you.”
jisung let out a stunned laugh before he was cut off when you sank down onto him until your ass was flush against his hips.
“fuuuck” he groaned, head falling back against the mattress.
you bit your lip hard and squeezed your eyes shut at how good it felt. your hands trembled a little as you braced them on the bed, your thighs already shaking from how full he felt.
jisung’s hand went up without thinking, slapping your ass and grabbing your hips.
“don’t touch,” you snapped instantly.
his hands jerked away, going to fist in his own hair instead, fingers twisting tight in the dark strands until his knuckles turned white. a whimper tore from his throat, hips twitching helplessly beneath you.
“i’m sorry,” he gasped, eyes squeezed shut.
you slammed down harder in retaliation, your own moan slipping free despite how hard you were fighting to stay in control. the heat of him dragged against your walls so perfectly it made your vision blur at the edges.
it was ironic as hell how those idiots had spent the whole night joking about how small his dick must be under the suit, when right now he was stretching you open. actually, you’d see the not-so-small outline under the spandex plenty of times, cheeks burning every time you stared too long.
jisung was being so good beneath you, hands either yanking hard at his own hair or covering his face so he wouldn’t disobey and touch you without permission. his chest heaved, every muscle in his arms flexing from the restraint. but you were getting tired and your legs were starting to shake harder, breaths coming in short high-pitched pants.
jisung noticed immediately, seeing every tremor in your body. he was good at reading his enemies’ body language at their weakest moments, no matter how hard they tried to hide it. it must’ve trained him to spot every tiny tremor in you.
“can i take over?” he pleaded. “please. let me… let me help.”
you hesitated half a second, still trying to cling to control, but the exhaustion won. you gave a single nod.
jisung’s hands went to your hips as he lifted you up. he planted his feet flat on the mattress, knees bending up in front of you.
you blinked, confused for half a second before he started fucking into you frantically.
“jisung!” you gasped.
he bottomed out each time, the new angle making you scream. his cock slammed straight into that spot inside you over and over, the sound of your slick and your moans making everything filthy.
“jisung, oh my god,” you choked out, voice cracking. your knees were barely holding you up as he pounded into you.
you threw your head back, your hand flying to your mouth as you put your knuckle between your teeth and bit down, trying desperately to muffle the moans spilling out of you with every relentless thrust.
“fuck baby, it feels so good,” he whined. “i can hear how soaked you are.”
his hand slid from your hip, down between your thighs. the second his fingers found your clit he started rubbing fast circles that made your whole body jolt. your slick coated his fingers instantly, dripping down over his knuckles.
you felt the burn behind your eyes as tears pricked. your knuckle stayed trapped between your teeth but it wasn’t enough to hold in your moans.
“i’m gonna cum,” you cried out. “it’s coming, jisung, i can feel it.”
“me too, oh goodness, me too,” he whimpered.
his other hand slapped down on your ass again, making your pussy clench around him.
“cum on my cock, baby, let me feel it.”
a few tears spilled over your lashes as one of the heaviest orgasms you’ve had crashed through you, ripping a scream from your throat that you couldn’t have held back even if you tried.
his voice cracked into a groan that sounded dangerously close to a sob. his hips stuttered once, then slammed up one final time and stayed buried to the hilt. you felt the condom swell inside you as he came.
his fingers kept rubbing your clit in sloppy circles, milking every last drop out of you while his cock twitched and jerked inside. your scream faded into pants as the orgasm finally ebbed.
after a long moment he carefully lifted you off him. the slide of his cock pulling out made you both groan softly. he tied the condom quickly, tossing it into the small trash bin by the nightstand, then grabbed the box of tissues hyunjin kept in the guest rooms. he wiped you first and you were still too floaty to do anything but let him.
“you okay?” he whispered.
you nodded, too tired to answer him.
he smiled tiredly, then cleaned himself up too before tossing the tissues away. he found your clothes first and helped you put them back on, his fingers lingering sweetly on your skin. he then tugged his boxers and jeans up his legs, then pulled his shirt over his head.
once you were both dressed, jisung tilted his head towards the bathroom.
“come on, baby,” he murmured.
inside the brightly lit bathroom, you grabbed the hairbrush sitting on the marble counter and ran it through your tangled strands, trying to smooth out the obvious mess before walking back out there. jisung stepped up behind you, peering over your shoulder at the mirror.
you let out a laugh the second you saw the messed up state of his red cheeks and teary eyes.
he caught your eye in the mirror and laughed too which made your chest warm. “shut up, you made me cry a little, okay?” he reached around you to turn on the faucet, washing his hands quickly before cupping them under the cold stream and splashing water over his face. droplets ran down his cheeks and jaw as he shook his hair like a wet puppy.
“better?” he asked, wiping his face with a towel.
you turned around and flicked a stray droplet off his nose. “marginally.”
you hopped up onto the sink counter, the cool marble a sharp contrast to your warm skin. jisung stepped forward, caging you in with his arms planted on either side of your hips. you reached up, cupping his face in both hands. his round cheeks were still flushed and his big brown eyes were locked on yours. he leaned into your touch, lashes fluttering. your boyfriend was so beautiful.
“i love you,” you said softly.
“i love you too,” he answered. he closed the distance and kissed you slowly.
when he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against yours. “you know why i’m not upset about what people say about me?”
you tilted your head. “why?”
“i’ve got enough people who love me to care about the ones who hate me,”
it was true. most of seoul loved spider-man for his heroic deeds: saving people from burning buildings, stopping runaway buses, webbing up villains before they could hurt anyone. no one could imagine the city without him. you’d seen little kids at birthday parties with spider-man cakes, their faces smeared with red or blue frosting as they blew out candles and wished for a picture with the hero.
“but it still doesn’t make it okay,” you said. “those were crazy words to say about someone who’s never done anything wrong to them.”
you sighed, fingers slipping under the hem of his black shirt to graze the honey-toned skin underneath. he’d been getting tan since summer started.
“i mean…how do you just listen to that and move on?”
“have you forgotten who i was in high school?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. “han jisung was the easiest target for bullies.”
you winced at the memory. you remembered that back in high school there was a guy named chorong, who insisted everyone call him “flash” because his korean name sounded like a girl’s and he desperately wanted to move to america. he made jisung’s life hell for no real reason—shoving him into lockers, mocking his voice, spreading rumors—even though jisung was always ten times smarter and twice as kind. you remembered the days he’d come to school with red eyes, pretending it didn’t bother him, but you always knew.
“so this is nothing, baby,” he continued, voice gentle. “you think i can’t take a few comments from guys who could never do what i do?”
you couldn’t help a small smile. it was nice to see him proud of his power, even if you knew how often he still wished to be “normal again.”
“then i guess whatever they say doesn’t matter, right?” you said, thumb brushing over his collarbone.
“not at all,” he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “especially when my girlfriend’s out here throwing punches. super badass, if i may say.”
you chuckled and leaned in to peck the tip of his nose.
“nothing’s more badass than spider-man.”
thank you for reading! jeez now you get a little backstory on jisung's highschool years 😟 i hope you enjoyed this chapter <33 i promise we’ll start moving deeper into the main plot from the next chapter onward :)
⟢ slim pickins | your on-and-off ex-boyfriend texts you out of nowhere. you know you should just block him and move on, but he promised you he’s not the same person you broke up with and you really, really want to believe him.
⠀⠀⠀⠀[𐙚] kai x fem!reader — angst + smut (minors DNI) ; long term, on-and-off relationship, exes to lovers to exes, college au, frat boy!kai
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[ᡣ𐭩] i've been writing this for so long. i got the idea in 2023/4 and then i've been writing it for kai since last spring so please be nice because this is low-key my baby ; reblogs n comments appreciated :)
playlist — lie to girls, sabrina carpenter ; bad idea right?, olivia rodrigo ; be sweet, japanese breakfast ; the way my friends feel about you, sawyer ; sugar talking , sabrina carpenter ; we almost broke up again last night, sabrina carpenter ; feel complete, pinkpantheress
your phone buzzes on your desk beside you, pulling you out of your unproductive trance. you reach for it, releasing a deep breath as you read the notification that popped up on your lock screen.
don't respond [11:30pm]: u up?
your face scrunches up in confusion as you unlock your phone. you read the message again, trying to figure out why someone you haven't spoken to in three months is all of a sudden texting you again.
you [11:31pm]: ?
don't respond [11:31pm]: srry
don't respond [11:31pm]: what i meant to say was can we talk?
you [11:33pm]: i'm working on a paper.
don't respond [11:33pm]: i miss u
the audacity of this man, you think, as you stare at your phone. the blue cursor blinks at you as you think of how you could possibly respond to that. your fingers trail over the keyboard and you begin to type a lengthy paragraph pouring your heart out to him, but halfway through, you picture the faces of your friends when you tell them that you let him get to you, and you erase the message.
three blinking dots appear on the screen.
don't respond [11:37pm]: please
don't respond [11:37pm]: just take a break
you [11:37pm]: can't. i just started.
you [11:37pm]: due date coming up.
don't respond [11:38pm]: i want to see you
don't respond [11:38pm]: please
don't respond [11:38pm]: i just want to talk
don't respond [11:38pm]: give me five minutes
you lock your phone and fling it somewhere on the desk. your roommate is gone tonight. you remember her mentioning something about her study group pulling an all-nighter in the library. you could go see him and come back and no one would know. you shake the thought out of your head and pick up your phone. you skim through the texts once more before dropping your phone again.
your mind is racing, racking up reasons why you should not go see him tonight. off the top of your head, you know that the paper on gothic architecture that you are currently struggling to write is due in two days. in the two hours that you have been sitting at your desk, you have managed to scrounge up a barely intelligible page and a half of what should be a five-page essay.
additionally, you have a brunch date with your friends tomorrow. not only would they be extremely disappointed in you if you told them that you broke your no contact with the person saved as 'don't respond' in your phone, but they are also always on your ass about being late. you promised them that last time was the last time you would show up over fifteen minutes after the proposed meeting time.
and most importantly, in the depths of your heart, you know that seeing kai tonight is a really, really, gloriously bad idea.
but even with all the reasons you come up with, you still find yourself on his doorstep half an hour later. you stuff your hands in the pockets of your hoodie to protect yourself from the cold autumn air as you wait for him. your foot taps against the littered concrete slab. the front door isn't doing anything to keep you from hearing bits of the scene unfolding inside. a football game is playing on the TV, but you cannot hear anyone watching, all you hear is the sound of someone's loud footsteps skipping down the stairs.
seconds pass and the door slowly cracks open to reveal kai standing in the doorway, his classic common-sense-deteriorating smirk plastered on his face. he opens the door wider to allow you in. "thank you for coming," he says, as you slide through past him.
kai is so sweet and so charming. you learned this from just the first conversation you had with him. to every word that dripped from his lips like honey, you found yourself nodding along, completely and absolutely mesmerized. it is no surprise that you didn't put up much of a fight when he suggested that the two of you go up to his room to talk, even though the house was practically empty.
you step out of the musty hallway of his frat house and into his room. the general neatness of his bedroom you attribute to his younger roommate, who is studying at his desk when you enter the room.
"hey," kai says to his roommate. the sophomore looks up to kai pointing at the door. he opens his mouth to protest, but when kai gives him a look, he shuts it immediately. the boy rushes to gather his books and scurries out of the room, murmuring profanities at his roommate.
"you didn't have to kick him out." you frown.
kai shrugs. "i thought you would want privacy." he walks over to his bed. "i can tell him to come back if you would like."
kai sits down on the bed, the springs creaking underneath his weight. he stares at you, still fidgeting by the door with your arms crossed over your chest. "do you want to sit down?" he pulls out his desk chair for you, patting the seat and glancing up at you with that smile again.
you shake your head, crossing your arms tighter. "i don't plan to be here for long," you shift in your stance again. you let your arms fall to your side for a moment before crossing them again.
"please, just sit down."
"what did you want to talk about?"
it's hard to say what is more pathetic—that you went there to listen to him tell you what he thought you needed to hear or that it worked. kai finishes his spiel about how he's so sorry for how things ended between you and how he still loves you and how he would do everything differently if you gave him another chance. "just one more chance." he tells you.
you groan loudly, running your hands through your hair, trying to process everything. you stand up, getting ready to leave before you make a mistake, but just as you turn around, kai stops you.
"you don't have anything to say?" he stands up as well, reaching for your hand. you pull your hand away.
"i don't know what you want me to say."
kai's hands slip to your waist, drawing you closer to him. "i want you to say that you missed me too." you divert your gaze towards the floor, but kai lifts your chin so you are forced to meet his eyes. "did you miss me?"
he inches closer to you. he's so close that you can feel his lips graze over yours as he speaks. "i know i missed you, so just tell me. did you miss me too?" you nod slowly and close the tiny gap between you. your lips crash onto his. you know you shouldn't have, but when his hands slides to the back of your neck, you don't stop him. he slips away from your lips, moving his focus to your neck.
it really happened so quickly, you think of the excuse you'll tell your friends when they inevitably ask tomorrow. it's like something came over you and you lost all control of your mind and body. one minute, you are at home, being the diligent and hard-working student that they know you to be. but you blackout, and the next thing you know, you're laying on your ex-boyfriend's bed in your underwear, with him hovering over you, fiddling with the strings of his sweatpants.
kai glances down at you and chuckles nervously. "sorry," he says. "i promise, next time, i will wear pants without a fucking string." he redirects his attention back to his pants and you lay there smiling and nodding with bated breath, trying not to think too hard about what he could possibly mean by next time. he finally loosens the knot on the strings and he pulls his pants down to his ankles.
kai leans down to kiss you again and you're suddenly transported back to the first time the two of you shared a kiss. you were two wide-eyed, bushy tailed freshmen sitting in his dorm with his roommate, watching a movie that none of you were interested in. his roommate paused the movie to go to the vending machine downstairs and you were finally left alone with the shy, sweet boy from your linguistics class.
kai turned towards you. the arm that was casually thrown around your shoulder throughout the movie slides down to your waist. he cautiously closed the space between you, his eyes fluttering shut at the same time. you lean in as well, but just as your lips are about to touch, your noses bump and you both pull away in giggles, like magnets of the same pole.
tonight, however, kai is less eager, more controlled, and still so fluent in the language of your body even after not speaking it for such a long time.
he kisses you slowly, taking his time to savor the taste of your cherry lip gloss that he was once intimately acquainted with. his lips are warm and soft, and just as you are getting used to the feeling of them on yours again, he pulls away. your lips fall into a pathetic pout.
"i meant it when i said i missed you." kai confesses. his gaze is so heavy and frankly, rather intimidating. you can't decipher how much of what he's saying is sincere, and for that reason, you don't want to waste any time thinking of what to say. you hum in response before pulling him back into a kiss. your fingers weave through the strands of his hair and tug softly. kai groans against your lips, pressing his body harder into yours.
against your silent protests, his lips slip away from yours once more. he trails sloppy open mouthed kisses along your jawline, sucking on the flesh of your neck. he moves down to your collarbone and leaves tiny bite marks on your cleavage. kai kisses all the way down to the band of your lacy black underwear. a gasp escapes your lips when his nose grazes your clothed clit.
he slides your panties down to your ankle, the fabric catching just before he smoothly glides it off. he sets it down on the desk next to his bed for safe keeping.
you almost forgot what it was like to be touched by him. it's intoxicating how kai eats your pussy like a starving man. his tongue laps up your entire length all the way up to your hardened clit. he sucks on the sensitive nub while flicking it with his tongue, swirling it over and over. the room is filled with the sound of him slurping and plastering sloppy kisses all over your cunt, his clothed dick against the mattress, and your muffled whimpers and moans. it takes everything in you to not grind into his face, desperate for the high that you've deprived yourself of for months.
kai moves your left leg over his shoulder and you know now you're a goner. your skin feels like it's on fire and there's a ringing in your ear as you inch closer and closer to your orgasm. kai's hands reach out for yours, gripping tightly as he guides you, pushes you, towards your climax with every low hum that vibrates through your core.
slowly, he pulls away from your pussy, his lips glistening, covered in your slick and spit. he creeps up the bed and you pull him back down for a kiss. "fuck, you're so hot." he moans into your mouth.
kai urgently takes off his clothes. he tosses his shirt somewhere in the mess of your clothes on the floor. he pulls his boxers down, kicking them off aggressively as he does so. you lay there waiting for him to join you naked. you're so hyper-fixated on the way you look, it feels like your first time all over again. you fidget with your hands, placing them by your side until it feels too awkward, then you move them to your torso. it doesn't matter how you look though. kai only starts paying attention to you again once he is completely naked.
he snatches a condom from the first drawer of his desk and hurriedly slips it on. he lines the head of his cock up to your entrance and slowly pushes into you. your breath catches in your throat and he exhales deeply once he feels himself bottom out. "missed you so fucking much," he groans.
kai wastes no time picking up his pace. it's been too long since your walls felt his stretch, and you can't stop yourself from clenching around him. with every thrust, you feel yourself come undone. all your worries and reservations about letting him in again disappear; all the hurt and upset you've been harboring since your breakup just vanish.
"you," kai moans into your ear as he pushes deeper into you. "you never answered my question— did you miss me?" he peppers kisses down to your jawline as he waits for your response. you nod fervently, but that doesn't satisfy him. "need you to say it, baby, please."
"i–i did. missed you too, so mu—" you whimper, but before you can finish your sentence, kai is already drinking the words from your lips. he kisses you rougher this time biting your bottom lip as he does so. your legs wrap themselves around his waist, pulling him closer to you and urging him on.
"y'know, i haven't been with anyone else since we broke up."
"me neither,"
"was waiting for you—" he gasps. "for you to come back to me." his hips drive harder into you until his movements become sloppier and messier. he hides his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth drag along your neck as his high approaches. he inches closer to his release, and his thrusts become less even. his nails dig deeper into your hips, holding you in place. your orgasm crashes on your overwhelmed core first. you clamp down on his cock, and soon after, he joins you. his breathing gets louder and quicker as he twitches inside you.
you whimper when he pulls out. his head remains nestled in your neck, sucking on your skin. your bodies are slick with sweat, breathless and tangled in each other and neither of you wants to move. you want to stay like this, forever or at least until the sun comes up and you're forced to come back to your senses.
when you wake up the next morning, you are pressed against kai's chest, muddled in his body heat. his arm is draped over your waist. his hair falls in messy strands across his forehead, mouth parted slightly. for a moment, you let yourself imagine what it would be like to ditch your friends today and just lay here with him for a little longer. you'd drift back to sleep and wake up again with him this time. he'd offer to make you breakfast, but when the stack of pancakes that he spent an hour making turns out burnt, he'll order you breakfast instead. the two of you will eat in bed and watch movies, until you have to leave to go home.
your heart swells. you so badly want to get used to this feeling again, but you manage to use every morsel of strength to peel yourself away from his grasp, careful not to wake him up. his fingers twitch, tightening on your waist for second. you still until his grip loosens again. you slide off the bed, cautious about the sound of the sheets rustling as you do so.
you gather your clothes from the floor and throw them on quickly, unbothered about the creases in the fabric from how carelessly they were discarded last night. before you slip out the door, your eyes drift back to kai. he shifts in his sleep, his broad shoulders rolling as his body turns towards the door. your breath catches in your throat for a moment, but he rolls back around to face the wall and you leave.
you begin your walk of shame down the stairs. a stark contrast from last night, the hallway is surprisingly crowded for ten on a saturday morning. you try to avoid the mocking stares and half smirks of frat boys as you make your way out of the house.
you rush home to get ready for brunch with your friends. you slip into the bathroom and out of your clothes from yesterday. you run a shower. the water is scalding hot, allowing the steam to dominate the room. you scrub harshly at your skin, trying to remove every speck of last night from you. however, the marks of kai's touch cling stubbornly to every surface of your body.
you step out of the shower and wipe the fogged up mirror enough to see yourself. your neck and collarbone are littered with dark red blemishes. thinking of how to cover them up, you're soon distracted by the sound of your phone ringing in your bedroom. you hurry to your room, but it cuts off right as you reach it. your phone screen lights up with a flood of notifications from your friends demanding your ETA. you get dressed quickly, throwing on the first thing you find in your closet, and rush out the door.
by the time you arrive at the restaurant, your friends are already settled in a booth, plates of appetizers littered on the table between them. yunjin is the first to notice you. "oh, look who decided to finally join us," she quips as you scuffle over to them. she moves her bag out of the way, opening up a place for you to sit beside her.
"sorry, sorry," you slide into the booth. "i'm so sorry i'm late. i was working on a paper last night and i lost track of time and i woke up late."
sieun and yunjin nod. it's expected that you have some excuse to explain your frequent tardiness. they go back to skimming the menus in front of them. ryujin, on the other hand, squints at you from across the table. you squirm in your seat as her eyes shoot laser beams at your neck. you adjust the collar of your shirt, pulling it up to cover the blemishes. "your paper gave you a hickey?" she asks.
the other two girls turn their attention towards you. their gazes land on the dark bloom along your neck. instinctively, your hand flies up to cover your neck. "that's not–"
"oh my god!" sieun squeals. you can sense the other restaurant patrons briefly glance at your table. "who is it?"
"no one," you answer quickly. heat floods your cheeks as the lie spills from your lips. you pick up the menu in front of you and hold it upright to block their view of your face.
"you gave yourself a hickey?" yunjin reaches for your neck. her fingers graze over the tender skin, causing you to wince.
you swat her hand away. "no, i—" you stammer as you scramble for another excuse, but you fail to find one. "i think we should focus on what we're ordering," you pick up the menu again, "instead of this mysterious bruise that randomly appeared on my neck?"
your friends share looks, but they don't push.
"whatever," sieun shrugs. "i'm just happy that you've finally moved on from you-know-who."
the rest of the brunch goes by smoothly and you manage to avoid any and all questions regarding who you could have possibly been with last night. afterwards, you part ways outside the restaurant. you and yunjin walk back to your shared apartment in unusually tense silence. after a while, she starts to speak. "you know," she begins, "if you're going to sneak off to see kai, you should really turn off your location." her eyes remain forward as the two of you approach your apartment building.
"what?" you stop walking.
yunjin doesn't slow her pace. when she gets to the building, she opens the door out, urging you to catch up to her. "i saw your location last night and i noticed you were on greek row."
"stalker."
"hey," she stops and finally turns around to face you. "i'm being serious."
you ignore the frown on her face and push past her, heading straight towards your apartment door. "he invited me over to talk."
"if you say so," she scoffs. you can practically hear her eyes roll. she trails behind you until you both reach your front door. you pause at the door for a moment and take a deep breath. "yunjin, i don't need your judgment."
"i'm not judging. i'm just saying be careful, because i know you haven't forgotten why you guys broke up in the first place."
later that evening, you're stretched out on the couch in your living room, waiting for your roommate to get out of the shower. she proposed that the two of you have a movie night, so you're scrolling through your phone as you wait. all of a sudden, you hear a sharp, impatient knock on the front door. you're not expecting anyone; perhaps yunjin invited one of her friends over. begrudgingly, you stand up and trudge towards the door.
when you open the door, you're surprised to see your ex-boyfriend standing in front of you, dark hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
"kai?"
he doesn't bother responding, instead he pushes himself into your apartment uninvited. "are you trying to ghost me?" he asks.
you're still standing by the door, mind racing, trying to figure out a way to get him to leave before yunjin gets out of the shower and you're forced to explain how your "talk" with him last night went and how that somehow led to him coming back to talk again. you shut the front door and walk back into the living room.
"what are you talking about?" you fold your arms tightly across your chest.
he opens his mouth to answer, but he sees the rumpled blanket thrown across your couch. his eyes shift to the two water glasses and the large bowl of popcorn on the coffee table to the movie, selected but unplayed on the TV screen, and finally to you. "i didn't take you for a hit and run type of person." he says. "i texted you earlier."
"i told you i had plans today." your eyes flick to the bathroom door, where the shower is still thankfully running. you lower your voice. "can you come into my room?"
"why?" he follows your eyes, narrowing his at the bathroom door, where steam seeps from underneath. "is there someone else here?"
"yes," you sigh. "my roommate." without waiting for his response, you hook your fingers around his wrist and tug him towards your bedroom door. he resists for a moment, but ultimately, he lets you drag him along. you push him further into the room and slam the door shut behind you.
kai goes to sit on your bed. you're standing by the door, backing him but he can still see you burying your face in your hands, your chest heaving. he begins to speak. "i feel like you're playing me." he confesses.
you turn around slowly, hands falling down to your sides. "what are you talking about?"
"last night? us?" he explains, "i don't know—i thought we were getting back together."
"i don't know why… i just…" today seems to be your day of trying and failing to find excuses. you steal a glance at his face and immediately redirect your attention to your hands, worried that if you look into his eyes for even a second longer, like last night, you're going to do something that you're going to regret.
kai, on the other hand, doesn't take his eyes off you. you can feel his piercing stare on you and it makes you want to shrink into your body or disappear into a hole in the ground. "y/n, you said that you wanted to get back together."
you sigh, "i know i said that, but i—" you are interrupted by the sound of your door creaking open.
"hey, did you want…" yunjin's voice fills the room as she pushes the door further open, but it tails off when she sees kai. her eyes dart between you and him and back to you and her mouth falls open in a small, almost silent "oh," before she retreats and closes the door. through the door, you hear her bedroom door open and close.
you know yunjin would never tell you what to do in your relationship, but you also know what she's thinking. and more importantly, you know that you have to get kai out of your room, out of your apartment, and out of your life right now.
you let out a deep breath, trying to collect yourself, but kai doesn't ease up. his face contorts in confusion and you can tell he is trying to put the pieces together in his head. after a moment, he asks "is it your friends?"
you blink. "what?"
"i know your friends don't like me." he rises slowly from the bed, inching closer and closer to you. "they never liked me, and i'm pretty sure they're the reason we broke up in the first place. and you're listening to them again. is that it? is that why you're going back on what you said yesterday?"
the closer he comes to you, the more you fall back, until your back is almost pressed against the door and he's standing just before you. "no," your voice cracks as you speak.
"so, what is it?"
"this is just really confusing for me."
kai exhales sharply and pulls away. "what is so confusing?" he runs his hands through his hair. "y/n, i'm really trying to understand you, but you're not making any sense."
he backs down and sits on the edge of your bed. "i want to get back together because i love you, and i know you love me too."
you sit with him. "so many things went wrong the last time, and i don't want to go through that again. i can't."
he edges closer to you, his knee pressing into yours as he takes your hand. "y/n, i meant what i said last night. i have changed." his thumb brushes your hand. "i am so sure of how i feel about you, and i would never do anything to hurt you again."
you bite down on your bottom lip. "i want to believe you. i really do, but i don't know."
"give me a week."
"what?"
"if you give me a week, i'll show you that i'm not the person i was when we broke up."
"one week?"
"one week."
little did you know that this week would honestly be one of the best weeks of your relationship. being with kai now is just like it was the first time you guys got together. he's so attentive and caring, that sometimes the effort he is putting in almost feels theatrical. he texts you good morning before your alarm even rings. he's memorized your schedule so he's outside of your classes as soon as the professor dismisses you. he shows up at your door with takeout when you complain about your day. he didn't lie when he said he wanted to be the most perfect boyfriend for you.
yunjin, too, has been surprisingly supportive in her own way. one thing that you've always appreciated about your friendship with her is your "don't ask, don't tell" policy. whenever kai comes over, she disappears into her room without a word. when you slip out at night to meet him, she lingers in the living room, watching you pull on your shoes. she never questions where you're going; she never says his name; but she will tilt her head and say, "you look pretty," with a forced smile before you leave.
she also hasn't outright called you out on the fact that you lied to her that afternoon after brunch. and as the first week bled into the second week and into the third, she actually never mentioned it again. you think she's warming up to him actually, although she would never admit to it. at your request, he's been trying really hard to get her to at least tolerate him. you gave him a list of snacks she likes, so he always stops by with something for her. he's also learned her orders at all the restaurants within a five mile radius of your apartment. you don't think your joint efforts are in vain, because last night, she joined the two of you in the living room for a movie, and she let kai pick the movie.
as much as you love yunjin and appreciate her resistance to needling at your choices, you can tell that it is eating at her. last night, after kai leaves, she turns to you. "are you going to tell them?" you stare ahead at the blank TV screen, trying to ignore her question, but she presses. "you know you have to tell them eventually, right?"
"i know," you mumble.
you know your other friends won't be quite as understanding as yunjin is. she's always prioritized your present well-being since you met her. if you're happy, all she can do is also be happy for you. she only joined your friend group last year, so she only saw the final months of your relationship with kai. although she knows the full story now, her feelings about kai are different from ryujin and sieun, who you lived with last year. they were there for everything. it's harder for them to forget all the nights they had to take you out to distract you from the fact that your boyfriend had ditched you for the umpteenth time that month. it's hard to forget the countless times they skipped class to talk you down whenever you and kai had a fight. it's hard to forget the days they spent stationed outside your door, trying to get you to eat and making sure you weren't falling behind on your classes when you guys finally broke up.
"and by eventually, i mean soon. like this week."
"yunjin."
"don't 'yunjin' me. how are you going to hide a relationship from your best friends?"
"i'm not hiding my relationship."
"so what do you call this?"
"i'm just… you know how they are," you huff. "i just need to think about how to tell them."
"how about, 'hey guys, kai and i got back together.'?"
"yunjin, i will tell them."
"when?"
"tomorrow. i will tell them tomorrow when they come over." you relent.
"good." she stands up and goes to her room.
ryujin and sieun come over the following evening to pregame. yunjin, the designated bartender, is in the kitchen making drinks when they arrive. they make themselves comfortable in the living room, while you're out of sync with them the entire night. you linger in the corner of the living room closest to the exit, occasionally giving them a 'yeah' or 'that's crazy' during their stories.
throughout the evening, you constantly find reasons to disappear. first, you hated the top you were wearing, so you spent thirty minutes in your room picking out another one. sieun offered to help you, but you told her you had a process and shut the door in her face.
then, you locked yourself in the bathroom for an hour, redoing your makeup. after that, you leave your friends in the living room, while you hover in the kitchen under the pretense of getting another drink. you lean over the counter, looking through your texts with kai, who's asking what time you're coming over. when you hear footsteps approaching the door, you straighten up and grab random liquor bottles, pretending to make a drink. you let out a deep breath when you see yunjin in the doorway.
"thank god it's just you." you mutter.
yunjin doesn't look as happy to see you. "i thought you said you were going to tell them."
"i am going to."
she frowns. you hate that she can always tell when you're not telling the truth. still, she presses. "when? cause it seems like you're trying to back out of this."
"i'm not stalling. i just need to figure out the perfect way to tell them."
yunjin grabs your arm and forcibly drags you back out to the living room. she takes a seat beside ryujin, leaving you standing in the middle of the room by yourself. you scratch the back of your neck, trying to soothe yourself as all their eyes fall on you.
"y/n, are you okay?" ryujin asks. "you've been acting weird all night."
"yeah, i'm—"
yunjin cuts you off. she knows if she leaves you to your own devices, you're never going to tell them. so she takes it upon herself to give you a gentle nudge. "she's acting weird because she has something to tell you." your head snaps towards her with flames in your eyes. she glares back.
"wait, don't say that you don't want to go out." sieun groans, slumping back against the arm of the couch. "dude, you promised you would come out tonight. i'm not letting you back out."
"no," you answer quickly. "it's not that. i'm not backing out of anything. i'm just… nervous."
"since when do frat parties make you nervous?"
your stomach drops. your three friends look at you expectantly. you sit down on the couch between sieun and ryujin. "i'm, um…" you glance down at your cup, the ice clinking in the glass as your hands tremble. "i'm seeing someone. again." you finally confess.
their reaction is immediate and overwhelming. sieun practically leaps at you. ryujin scoots closer, her eyes lighting up. they talk over each other, bombarding you with questions of who is he, is he the reason for your constant hickeys, how did you meet, is he going to be at the party, when can they finally meet him. every time you open your mouth to elaborate, they throw another question out.
you can literally hear your heart beat in your chest as they go on. they even start badgering yunjin too, asking if she's met him yet but she remains silent. she just looks at you, waiting for you to fully come clean. however, you let it go on for just a little longer. it's nice to get this reaction from them. actually, it's intoxicating. you don't remember the last time they've been this outwardly excited for you and your relationship, but the guilt eats at you and you know you have to tell them the whole truth.
you say his name and you swear you can hear a pin drop.
sieun physically retracts from you. she doesn't say anything, but you can see the disappointment written clearly on her face. ryujin, on the other hand, you're not sure if you've ever seen her this speechless. you study her face, trying to gauge her thoughts, but her eyes are completely unreadable.
she stands up abruptly and begins clearing up the cups and plates from your coffee table.
"ryujin, what are you doing?"
"we have to go to the party." she doesn't look up at you. she pushes past you to the kitchen, despite your calling after her. you follow her.
"are you okay?"
"i'm fine," she answers curtly. you wince. it would sting a whole lot less if she yelled at you.
"can you please say something?"
she drops the cups into the sink with a clatter. "what do you want me to say?" she snaps, finally turning to face you for the first time since you told her the truth. but even the small glance at your face is too much for her. she exhales, pushing her hair out of her face before turning back to the dishes in the sink. "god, y/n, why do you do this to yourself?"
"ryujin, i promise you. he has changed."
"oh, yeah," she scoffs. "i'm sure he has. what did he tell you? that he loves you and he's sorry and he knows you guys are meant to be together even though he's literally the worst fucking boyfriend in the world? was this before or after he fucked you?"
"that's not fair. you're being unfair."
"i'm being unfair?"
"you're seriously shaming me for having sex with someone who loves me."
"dude, he doesn't—you know what? i don't care what you do. it's your life and if you want to be with someone who literally made you miserable for months, by all means, be with him."
she shuts the faucet, pushes past you once more and leaves the kitchen.
the walk to greek row is unnerving. ryujin walks far ahead of all of you. sieun and yunjin walk in tandem in the middle, and you trail behind all three of them, sulking with a pit in your stomach as the gap between you and your best friends physically widens as you cross every block.
when you finally make it to the house, ryujin doesn't wait for the group. she pushes through the front door and heads straight for the kitchen. sieun and yunjin follow in her wake. you try to catch up. you pick up your pace and push past the bodies that suddenly fill the space after yunjin enters the kitchen. just as your hands reach out to catch the swinging door, a pair of hands snake around your waist and haul you back into a solid chest.
"hey," kai mumbles against your ear. he spins you around in his arms and leans in closer, tilting his head to catch your lips in a kiss. you flinch and turn your face enough for his lips to graze your cheeks instead.
kai pulls back just a little bit, his hands remain situated on your hips. "are you okay?"
"yeah," you lie. you gently pry his hands off you, your eyes darting back towards the kitchen as more people force their way past you. "um, i just—i need to go do something, but i'll come find you, okay?" you don't wait for his answer. you place a soft kiss on his lips and writhe through the crowded hallway, maneuvering past sweaty bodies until you reach the door of the kitchen again.
you stop short.
your friends are huddled in a tight circle near the back counter, locked in a whisper-yelling session.
"guys, we're not doing this again." ryujin starts. "i genuinely cannot watch them be together."
"i think we still need to be there for her and be supportive." yunjin tries to defend. when she reaches for their hands, sieun doesn't take hers and ryujin swats it away. "i do think he's better than he was last time, and she's so happy…"
ryujin rolls her eyes.
"can we all just agree to at least give him a chance? for her sake?" yunjin continues.
"we've given him many chances." sieun sharply gestures towards herself and ryujin, causing yunjin to flinch backwards.
"okay that's true. but we all know they're going to break up before the semester ends. i'm just saying, we need to be there for her when that happens."
"we never said we weren't going to be there for her." ryujin says.
"yeah, and yunjin you weren't there for everything. we're allowed to feel betrayed by this."
"okay, i'm not the enemy here."
"i didn't mean it like that."
yunjin glances at the door. she lowers her voice an octave when she sees you approaching them with a weary smile. "wait, she's coming over."
you squeeze your way into the tight circle between yunjin and ryujin. "hey guys," you chuckle nervously. "i think i lost you guys back there." you feel their bodies stiffen as you enter. in fact, the entire mood shifts and neither ryujin or sieun look at you.
sensing this, yunjin pivots to the counter behind her. "you're here now. do you want a drink?" before you can respond, she hands you a can of beer from an ice bucket. the cold metal bites into your palm as the water drips onto the floor.
"thanks," you toy with the can, nervously clicking the aluminum tab back and forth without opening it. the silence between the four of you is heavy, filled by the distant thumping of the party. you examine their faces as they avoid your gaze. "do you guys want to dance?" you propose, as if that will magically solve everything.
"i think someone is looking for you," sieun jerks her chin towards the doorway. you turn to find kai standing there, watching you and your friends.
ryujin, who has been quiet since you joined them, finally scoffs. "of course he's here."
"ryu, he lives here. it's his house. why wouldn't he be here?"
she doesn't say anything else. instead, she shifts her weight, angling her body away from you to face yunjin and sieun, effectively pushing you back out of the circle.
"whatever," you take a deep breath in an attempt to suppress the embarrassment burning in your chest. "i'm gonna go meet him. maybe i'll see you guys around. have fun." you swallow.
you don't wait for their response. spinning on your heels, you storm off towards kai, blinking rapidly as the hot sting of tears prick at your eyes. when you reach him, his hands come up instinctively, steadying you by your upper arms.
"hey, hey, what's wrong?"
"can we go somewhere?"
he doesn't ask any questions. he threads his fingers through yours and leads you through the maze of the house and up the stairs. once you get to his room, he locks the door behind him. you perch on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped, and he joins you. "what happened?" he takes your hands in his, rubbing small circles on your knuckles, as he waits for your response.
your lips quiver. "i-i told my friends about us."
he shifts closer to you. "and they didn't take it well?"
you nod, swiping your damp nose with the back of your hand. "they all think i'm stupid and that i'm making a mistake. that this—" your voice cracks, "that this is a mistake. even yunjin. and now they're not talking to me." you roll your eyes.
"i don't care what your friends think about me. i only care about you, and about us."
"i know," you inhale sharply. "but i wished they liked you. you are important to me, and they're important to me too, and i just want all of you to get along."
"i can get along with them." kai nods.
"maybe we just need to give it time, like we did with yunjin." you look up at him with wet, unfocused eyes, your gaze darting across his face, searching for reassurance. "i know that if they spent more time with you, they would love you too."
kai doesn't look convinced, but he nods along anyways. "i'll do anything to make you happy."
"i just need to not be fighting with them first."
he leans closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead in a way that feels placating. but you still let him wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. "i'm sorry that they made you cry." another feather-light kiss lands on your nose. "and i'm sorry that i'm the reason you guys are fighting."
"we're going to be fine, i just need to—"
he tilts your chin up, his eyes locking onto yours. "relax?"
"yeah."
"yeah," he echoes, closing the space between you.
his lips brush yours softly, then the kiss deepens as his hands slide down your back. when he feels you sink into him, he pulls you onto his lap, his grip firm on your hips. his lips trail away from yours, peppering kisses along your neck, each one sending shivers down your spine. the weight of his body shifts, and before you realize it, he is laying you gently back against the bed. the mattress dips beneath you. for a moment, you let yourself melt into the way his presence drowns out your thoughts until his fingers wander, teasing the band of your jeans, playing with the button.
"hey, wait," you press a hand to his chest, sitting up straighter. "can we…"
"you want to go back down?"
"yeah," you rise from the bed, smoothing your shirt. "i think i want to dance."
kai sinks back onto the bed with a groan, dragging a hand down his face. he glances up at you again with a pout. "y/n, you know i can't dance."
"liar, liar." a giggle escapes you. you move in front of him with one hand on your hip, the other stretched out, reaching for him. kai squints at you, trying to call your bluff. however, when you don't budge, he relents. kai takes your hand and you tug playfully. he resists at first, then you pull harder, nearly stumbling back as he begrudgingly rises to his feet.
"hey, what happened to 'i'll do anything to make you happy'?" you ask.
his lips twitch as he tries to suppress his smile. "will this make you happy?"
"it would make me very, very happy to see you dance."
kai leans in, pressing a quick kiss against your lips, then he takes your hand and pulls you towards the door. "fine, let's go."
you spend the rest of the night watching kai fully commit to pretending he doesn't know how to dance. he exaggerates every misstep and every awkward sway, all because he knows it makes you laugh. eventually, he lets up.
between the laughing, and dancing, and twirling, you genuinely forget about your friends and the fight and the tight ache you felt in your chest when they pushed you away. however, once the party starts thinning out and bodies drift home, you realize you haven't seen them since you left them in the kitchen.
you follow kai up to his room to collect your bag and your jacket.
kai nudges the door shut with his foot and turns to you. "my roommate is visiting home this weekend, so you can stay the night. if you want."
you look up from your bag. "i would," you drag. "but i need to shower."
he tilts his head and that smile appears again. the one that appears when he's trying to convince you to do something that you know you probably shouldn't. "you know i have a private bathroom, right?" he asks.
"yes, but i don't have anything here."
he turns on his heels and crosses the room, sliding open his closet door. hangers clack as he reaches in, fishing for something at the back of his closet. when he turns back to face you, he's holding a shower caddy and a rolled up towel.
"oh, my god." you coo, hands flying up to cover your mouth. he hands you the caddy sheepishly. "kai, wow. this is… wow." you shuffle through the products neatly tucked into the caddy. everything is so familiar. it's everything you could find in your own bathroom, down to the brands.
"it's no big deal." his smile fades as his face reddens.
"you really like me, huh?" you tease. you reach out to pinch his cheeks, but he dodges out of your way.
"are you going to keep making fun of me or are you going to shower?"
so you go take a shower, and when you're done, you put on an old pajama set that kai left out for you. you step back into his room and he is already on the bed, sprawled out and waiting in the same spot you left him when you went to the bathroom. you cross the room and climb onto the bed, settling onto his lap, knees on either side of him. his hands slide to your waist automatically as you lean in to kiss him.
on the desk, your phone buzzes.
you try to ignore it. you push further into the kiss, but then it buzzes again. and again. the sound pulls demandingly at your attention until you finally pull back with an angry sigh. you pick up your phone to see missed calls and messages from yunjin.
yunjin [12:43am]: hey, where are you?
yunjin [12:47am]: just wanted to check if you were okay
yunjin [12:47am]: we're leaving in like 5
yunjin [1:00am]: okay, ik you're upset with us, but please can you please respond so i know you're alive and i don't have to call campus safety to tell them my roommate is missing
yunjin [1:05am]: okay we're going home
yunjin [1:05am]: please just text me whenever you see this
yunjin [1:25am]: oh also sieun and ryujin are sleeping over so i'm gonna stay in your room if that's okay with u
yunjin [1:26am]: i'm sorry about tonight
yunjin [1:26am]: please text me or call me or whatever
yunjin [1:26am]: i love u
your thumb hovers over the screen as you scroll through the messages. guilt creeps in alongside the hurt from earlier. you swallow, blinking hard. "it's yunjin," you tell kai, who sits with his hands still warm and steady at your waist, a small pout cemented on his lips as he awaits your returned attention.
"just tell her you're staying here tonight."
"i don't know why i feel bad."
"baby, you don't have to feel bad." he kisses your shoulder. "they were the ones who were ignoring you. c'mon," he pulls you closer to him. "you can talk to them in the morning."
you [1:30am]: you don't have to call campus safety. i'm staying with kai.
you [1:30am]: oh and idc if you stay in my room.
you press the blue arrow and you lock your phone, the screen dimming a second later. you let out a breath as you turn off your ringer and set the phone back down on the desk.
"you're so right," you settle back into kai.
you take your time to go home the next morning. after everything that happened last night, you are severely dreading seeing your friends. kai senses your heightened anxiety from the moment you wake up. he takes you out for breakfast to distract you from thinking about the inevitable conversation that will happen as soon as you get home. afterwards, he takes the scenic route back to your place, circling the block a few times before you decide you're done avoiding it and you're ready to go in. he offers to go with you, but you decline. seeing him there would definitely make things worse, and you know you need to face them alone.
at your apartment door, you dig through your bags for your keys. after you find them, you hesitate. your fingers rest against the cool metal as you slide the key into the lock. you press your ear against the door and hold your breath, listening for a sign of life that your friends are awake. when you don't hear anything, you unlock the door and step in.
you're instantly welcomed by the aroma of coffee and vanilla syrup.
you follow the scent to the kitchen where you find sieun making drinks. you start to turn in the direction of your room, hoping to slip away undetected, but she looks up and catches sight of you just as you're about to turn the corner. "hey," she greets you. slowly, you turn around to see her holding out an iced coffee towards you. "i made this for you."
you nod as you take the drink from her. "thanks," you turn once more, beginning to leave the room, but she stops you.
"y/n, wait," she calls out. "i'm sorry about last night." you take a sip of the drink. your eyes flutter from the coffee maker on the back counter, to the blue kitchen towel hanging on the oven door, to the milk and syrup containers that line the counters. anything to avoid her eye contact. "i really want to be happy for you, y/n, but there are so many guys that go here. i don't see why you had to get back together with your ex."
"i understand it's hard for you guys to believe this, but it's so different this time, okay? he really has changed."
sieun scoffs. "yeah, i said that about jake and he cheated on me."
you set the drink down on the counter forcibly, some of it spilling over the side of the cup. "that's not the same. kai has never cheated on me."
"but he still hurt you." she shuts her eyes and runs her hands through her hair. "that's besides my point. i love you, so much, and even though i don't necessarily like kai, i still want you to know that i will always be here for you. and i want you to know you can always come to talk to me about whatever, whenever you want. i'm not going to judge you."
you take a deep breath. "i really want you guys to forget about whatever happened before between kai and i and just start over."
"i can't promise that, babe."
"can you at least promise me you will give him a chance and actually get to know him?"
sieun presses her lips together for a moment. "i can try." she finally says.
for sieun, the big gestures don't matter much. it's the small things that are important.
when kai starts showing up more often at your side, her guard stays firmly in place. she's polite and civil, but she's still distant, keeping him at arm's length. she watches him closely, almost like she's waiting for him to mess up. she doesn't pay much attention to how he treats her and the rest of your friends— how he jokes with yunjin or offers to grab drinks when you're all out or how he drives you all home after a party.
no, instead she focuses on how he treats you; on the way his hand lingers on your lower back when you're moving through a crowded room; on how he notices when you go quiet and leans in, softly asking if you're okay; on how he listens to you intently when you speak, drinking up every word that pours out your lips. it's one thing for him to put on a charming act for them, but it's a lot harder to fake consistency.
and kai is convincing; she'll give him that.
he's very attentive, to all of you, but especially to you. he anticipates what you need before you even ask. he never dominates the conversation. he doesn't try to hard to be liked by them or to get on their good side. it doesn't take long for sieun to soften to him, just as you predicted.
you have yunjin and sieun now, but ryujin is a totally different story. she doesn't engage with him at all. if she knows he's going to be around, she suddenly has somewhere to be. whenever he is there unexpectedly, she keeps her responses to him short, if she even speaks to him at all. despite kai's attempts to make things right with her, she completely shuts him out. it feels hopeless and she's unmoved by the way everyone else has seemed to warm up to him.
at this point, there's no reason in spending more time or effort trying to convince her that he has any redeeming qualities. right now, you're choosing to focus on your relationship now that your friends don't seem to be an obstacle anymore.
but just as things seem to be working out finally, you feel kai start to drift away from you. it's slow at first. you hardly noticed how the texts that used to come in waves just a few weeks ago began to trickle in, devoid of their usual warmth. but the more it went on, the more agonizing it became. you try to make your presence more known, like your boyfriend could have possibly just forgotten about you and things would snap back to how they were if you could make him remember you existed. you text him more often, you stop by his frat house after class, you invite him to yours whenever yunjin isn't home. however, the more you push, the further he pulls away.
you convince yourself that it's only because he's busy, just like every other student at this time of the year. you decide to give him space, but that only makes things worse for you. the silence in your room, on your phone, and in your mind, feels too heavy. you start hanging out with your friends more, hoping to distract yourself. they notice, of course. how could they not? you're suddenly saying yes to doing things that you've never said yes to in all their years of knowing you. you went to a rave with ryujin. you tagged along to yunjin's study group. you even sat in for one of sieun's a capella group rehearsals. nevertheless, you'd spend the entire time checking your phone every thirty minutes for a sign of life from kai.
the first real sign of the decline of your relationship happens on a friday night. you invite kai over to your apartment for a casual dinner with your friends. casual for you means an elaborate three course meal, all homemade of course. you spent the entire day slaving away in your kitchen. when your friends arrive, you task them with carefully setting the table under your detailed direction. you lay out all the food and call your friends to gather around the table, their mouths watering at the sight of your hard work. they're quick to grab their plates, but you stop them.
"can we please wait for kai?" you ask. they exchange irritated looks, but they still oblige.
minutes stretch as you cook up topics of conversation that no one seems to care about—the production that sieun's a capella group is putting on at the end of the month, the women's basketball team winning their game last week, the fire drill from last night. the food is getting colder and their patience is wearing thinner.
you're about to bring up how a professor accidentally flipped off your latin class yesterday when yunjin interrupts you. "y/n, can you text him and find out where he is or how long he's gonna take?"
"he said he would be here soon."
"and how long ago was that?"
"that was like five minutes ago. guys, he should—" you are saved by the chime of the doorbell. "see, he's here, and none of you died." you hop out of your seat and skip to the door, opening it to reveal kai standing there with a weary smile plastered on his face.
"i'm so sorry i'm late." he apologizes.
you shake your head and place a soft kiss on his lips. "you're here now." you usher him into the apartment and towards the dining table. your friends greet him, but they don't do much to mask their annoyance, mostly aimed at him for being late, but also at you for making them wait for so long.
everyone is already eating when sieun turns to kai. tilting her head, she asks. "what made you so late?"
kai glances up slowly. "i accidentally locked my keys in my room and my roommate was taking an exam so i had to wait for either the maintenance guy or him to get back." he answers calmly.
"there was no one in your house with a spare key?" she presses.
"and it took them almost an hour to open a single door?" ryujin adds.
"guys," you snap. "it's not that big of a deal."
"we were just—" sieun continues, but your stop her.
"please, just stop." you exhale, before putting on a forced smile. "i spent hours trying to make tonight perfect. can we please just have a good night? please?" they don't bring it up again for the rest of the evening.
shortly after dinner, ryujin and sieun go home. yunjin offers to walk back with them on her way to meet up with some of her other friends. you're left alone with kai. you take him to your room and sit cross-legged on your bed. he is distantly perched on the edge of the bed.
"yunjin might not come home tonight." you say, scooting closer to him.
"i should probably go home soon." he turns sharply to face you. the pout plastered on your lips prompts him to quickly explain himself. "i have a lot of stuff to do in the morning."
you lean in closer, your lips just a breath away from his. "you can stay a little longer, though?" you mumble against his lips, but just as you are about to close the gap, he pulls away.
"i'll call you in the morning." kai rises from the bed in a swift, almost jumpy movement.
your shoulders sink as you watch him pick up his jacket from your chair and slip it on. "are we okay?"
"we're perfect."
"doesn't feel like that. actually it hasn't felt like that in a while."
"y/n," he runs his hands through his hair. "i just have a lot to do tomorrow and i need to get started on it early. it's almost finals and i'm just really busy. i promise we're good. i love you."
"okay," you spring up as well. "i'll walk you out."
you both linger at the front door for a little while. kai takes your hand in his. "i'm sorry,"
"you don't have to apologize for anything."
"i know, but i hate seeing you so upset."
"i just miss you and i feel like you're pulling away."
"i miss you too. i promise after finals, i'm all yours." he tugs you closer to him, his hands sliding down to your waist. "we're good," he presses a kiss down onto the top of your head.
"we're good." you parrot.
you repeat that to yourself, hoping that by saying it over and over again, you would eventually believe it or even will it so. you really want it to be true, especially, a few nights later when your friends are getting ready for another party at your apartment.
"y/n, are you sure you don't want to come?" yunjin asks. she joins you on the couch, where you are sitting with your laptop, pretending to do schoolwork.
"i can't," you say, putting your laptop down beside you. "kai is supposed to be here soon."
"you could always ditch him for us." yunjin insists. "we're more fun."
"and way prettier," ryujin calls out from the bathroom.
"this is the first time we've hung out alone in a minute, so as much as i love you guys, i'm not ditching him."
"boo!" yunjin blows raspberries at you. you swat her away, laughing despite yourself.
they leave in a flurry of noise shortly after. the front door slams shut behind yunjin and the apartment falls quiet in an instant. with the silence, you can finally try to focus your attention on your assignment before kai arrives. you stretch your legs across the couch and pull your laptop back onto your lap. ten minutes pass and you realize you have been rereading the same sentence without absorbing a single word.
you take a break to text kai, asking how far away he is. the message delivers but he doesn't respond right away. you turn back to your work, but when five, ten, twenty minutes pass and there's no response from him. just like you've always done, you tell yourself that he's just running late. you send another message, refreshing every second but nothing comes through. another ten minutes pass and you glance at the door, half-expecting it to open from your will and desperation.
your phone screen lights up. you rush to it, but shoulders slump when it's not a text notification, but one from instagram. you almost don't open it, but foolishly, desperate for a distraction, you do. yunjin tagged you in her story. the video is shaky and dim with colored lights in the background and music you can almost feel through the screen. there's a caption: "only thing missing is y/n".
you slide up to respond when you see movement in the background of the video. you hold down the screen and a very familiar green hoodie crystallizes. you could be mistaken. it's such a common clothing piece that so many people could have, but the more you stare at the screen, the more defined your boyfriend's features become.
your chest tightens and you exit the app immediately and switch back to your messages with kai. the status of your last message still reads delivered.
you [11:30pm]: actually dw about it. i'm going to bed.
you shut your phone and put it face down on the couch like it's done something wrong and you're putting it on time out. discomfort and anger bubble in your stomach, but you don't cry. you get up, turn off the lights, and crawl into bed alone. you toss and turn for hours but the sleep comes eventually, and when you wake up the next morning, you feel like you've been hit by a bus.
you drag yourself out of bed to meet your friends for brunch. it feels like you're moving through a fog. you smile when you're supposed to. you nod along to conversations that you're barely paying attention to. the only thing on your mind is kai and how you're going to confront him later.
"y/n, did you miss us last night?" ryujin asks, peering at you over her glass.
"oh, yeah, we didn't really do anything." you answer without looking up, but when you feel all their eyes on you, you clear your throat and continue. "i mean," you shake your head. "apparently, the frat president said they had to do this mandatory 'brotherhood bonding thing.' i don't know, but he invited me, and i was way too tired to get dressed."
the silence that follows your rambling is deafening. you were never a great liar, but this is probably the least convincing one you've told. sieun's lips press into a thin line, her eyes dropping to the plate of fruit in front of her. yunjin hums softly, the sound vibrating against the rim of her glass as she takes a slow sip. ryujin is the only one who maintains your eye contact. there's something in the way she looks at you with pity. it makes you want to crawl under the table. "you could have told us." ryujin says. "we would have come back to stay with you." her voice softens and it feels worse than if she had just called you out for lying.
you almost want to yell out the truth but the conversation shifts seamlessly. sieun starts babbling about her a capella show rehearsals, reenacting her director's meltdown at thursday's rehearsals. you're grateful for the distraction and grateful that they're decided to let you keep your pride for now.
at the end of brunch, the waiter brings you a to-go order and you and your friends go your separate ways. they go to some vintage market that yunjin found online, and you haul yourself to frat row.
the air in the frat house always smells like stale beer and cheap cologne, and now old spice cedar wood body wash as guys go in and out of their rooms and the shared bathrooms. you shift the weight of the paper bag in your arms, the warmth seeping though the sleeve of your t-shirt as you knock on kai's bedroom door.
a muffled voice speaks on the other side. "it's open,"
you push the door open with your hip. the room is like a cave with the curtains pulled so tight, they almost overlap, allowing only a thin sliver of light to cut across the floor. kai is wrapped in his comforter, his back facing the door. he rolls over just enough for him to peek at you through his lashes and just make out your shape.
"it's me," you say softly.
"what are you doing here?"
"i brought you this." your sneakers squeak faintly on the hardwood floors as you walk further into the room. you set the bag on the corner of his desk, next to a tangled charging cable. the grease from the breakfast burrito is already starting to bloom through the bottom of the bag, turning the paper translucent.
kai stirs. the sheets rustle as he pushes himself up. there's a tired hunger in the way he reaches for the bag. his fingers fumble with the staple and he slowly rips the bag open. he unwraps the burrito from its aluminum foil casing allowing the scent of toasted flour and chorizo to fill the small space.
when he finally takes a bite, he sinks back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut as he chews. "you're my guardian angel," he groans but the words are muffled by another mouthful of food. "thank you."
"you're welcome," you're still hovering by the bed. your hands suddenly feel empty and awkward now that they have nothing to hold, so you shove them into your pockets, then pull them out again to pick at a loose thread on your sleeve.
kai glances up. the foil crinkles as he extends the burrito toward you. "do you want some?"
you shake your head. "i already ate."
he shrugs, taking another bite. he swallows, his brow furrowing as he actually fully looks at you for the first time since you walked in. "are you okay?"
"i'm kind of tired, but i just wanted to see you."
"hey, come sit." he pats the mattress. you don't want to make this easy on him but your body betrays you as you sink onto the edge of the bed. he sets the half-eaten food aside, turning his full attention to you. "what's wrong?"
"did you get my texts last night?" you ask.
"i left my phone charging here when we went out last night, cause it was dead."
"oh, well, that's convenient." you mutter.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"i was waiting for you last night cause you said you would come over."
his lips part, dropping into a small, silent 'oh'. "shit, y/n, i'm an idiot. i completely forgot. i'm so sorry." he reaches for your waist, pulling you closer until your thighs are brushing his. "i'm so so sorry." he repeats. he looks sincere. his guilt wears visibly on his face and you feel like you have no other option than to drop it.
"it's okay," you lie. the words feel like ash in your mouth. you let him pull you into his chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck. your body relaxes into his almost automatically. "i just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"do you want to stay?" he asks. you nod. "okay, i'm just going to finish this downstairs and shower." kai pull away. he gets up and pick up the burrito from the table. he hands you the tv remote.
"it's your turn to pick, though."
"yeah, but i think i lost that chance when i ditched you last night." he kisses the top of your head. "get comfy. i'll be right back."
kai comes back thirty minutes later, showered and changed into a clean hoodie and sweatpants that sit low on his lips. you scoot over to make room for him and press play on some random action movie you found that you think he would like. he lays down with his head in your lap, shifting around until he gets comfortable.
you run your fingers absently through his damp hair as the opening credits play. his hair feels soft between your fingers and you can feel the tension in his shoulders loosen every time your fingernails graze his scalp. it's mildly infuriating how easy it is for him to let things go, though part of it is your fault. you never hold him accountable long enough for him to feel any semblance of guilt.
the movie continues and you're not sure exactly how much time has passed. you've stopped following the plot at some point without realizing. your attention is reduced to shapes and sounds until the hand kai has resting on your knee starts moving, slowly and absentmindedly at first. his thumb traces small, lazy circles against the inside on your knee before inching upwards gradually until it comes to rest against your inner thigh.
you don't say anything and neither does he.
on screen, something explodes in a wide orange bloom and you're briefly pulled back into the plot but kai seems to be desperate for your attention. he slips his hands under the hem of your t-shirt and the remote slips out of your hand somewhere in the sheets. you gasp at the contact; his palm is flat and warm against the skin of your waist.
"do you not want to watch anymore?" you ask.
"it's kind of boring," he scoots up the bed until he is beside you, propped on one elbow, looking at you with a smirk that you still haven't figured out how to be unbothered by. "i'd much rather be kissing you."
he reaches over and takes your hand, turning it palm-down, and presses his lips to the back of it. then he turns it over and kisses your wrist, just below the pulse point, then the inside of your forearm, working his way slowly upward until he reaches your shoulder. nosing aside the collar of your t-shirt, he stays there. "feel like you still mad at me." he murmurs against your shoulder.
you are mad. at him, yes. but mostly, you're mad at yourself for forgiving him so quickly, for still being here in his bed, and for letting him think that all he has to do to make things right is to touch you in the right places. you're mad at yourself for letting him believe that your boundaries are made of tissue paper and that they crumple with even the slightest pressure applied.
"i'm not mad," you say. you shift slightly, reaching into the blankets with your free hand until you find the remote. you hold it out toward him without meeting his eyes. "you can pick something that you actually want to watch."
he doesn't take it. "i don't want to watch anything."
"what do you want to do then?"
"you."
you sit up a little straighter, throwing your legs over the side of the bed. "kai," you clear your throat. "i forgot i have a paper tonight." it's not entirely a lie. you do have a paper; it's just not due until thursday. anyways, you reach for your sneakers that are lying on their sides next to his desk chair, the laces still tied from when you kicked them off earlier.
"you're leaving?"
"i just wanted to check if you were alive," you say. "and i see you are, so i can go now." you get one shoe on, shoving your foot in without untying it. you stretch to get the other.
he sits up behind you. "are you sure you're not upset about last night?"
"i already said i'm not."
"promise?" there's a pause, then he appears in your peripheral vision with his hand extended towards you, pinky out.
it's such a small thing. it's so childish, but that's what makes it impossible to refuse. if you did, you're admitting the truth, thus making you the problem because he already apologized. he already said he was sorry and he already flashed his puppy dog eyes. your throat feels tight as you reach over and take it. "i'm not upset."
"i don't think you're being honest." he lets go of your hand slowly. "i don't want you to leave if you're upset."
"kai, i'm not—"
"come here." he reaches out and wraps his fingers loosely around your wrist. his grip is light enough that the slightest resistance on your part would be enough, but you let him pull you gently until you're tipping back onto his lap. your body folds like it has been trained to, overriding your common sense and your half-on shoe thuds softly against the bed frame before slipping off and hitting the floor. "let me show you how sorry i am." he brushes your hair back from your neck with one hand and lowers his mouth to the skin just below your jaw, pressing a slow kiss there, then another.
"i know you're sorry," you gasp as his teeth grazes your skin. you clench your hands in your lap, your fingernails digging into your palms. "i still have to go home."
"do you want me to take you home?"
"sure."
kai grabs his keys from his desk and you follow him out to his car. the drive to your place is only supposed to be ten minutes long, but it feels longer with the silence. he keeps one hand firmly on the wheel, drumming occasionally against the leather to the beat on the engine humming. he keeps the other hand on your thigh. it's so natural for him, but you're squirming on the inside, waiting to get out of the car.
he finally pulls up in front of your building. without looking back at him, you mumble, "thank you," and quickly hop out of his car before he can say anything else. you rush inside the building, yanking open the heavy door, ignoring the vibration coming from your back pocket.
when you get to your room on the third floor, the tears start falling from your eyes. they come without warning and suddenly. you don't even realize that yunjin is home until she's by your side, ushering you further inside the apartment.
"what's wrong?" she asks you softly.
you try to answer but the words don't come out. they're stuck somewhere in your chest, tangled up with all the hurt and anger and frustration you've been swallowing down. all that emerges is a choked sound that might be the beginning of his name.
"is it kai?" she presses gently, sitting down next to you on the couch. her hand rubs slow circles on your back. "what did he do?"
you feel protective of him, even though he's the reason why you're crying. even with the tears streaming down your face, your first instinct is to defend him, to minimize it, to say it's not that bad or you're just being emotional. the impulse is so deeply ingrained that you can feel the excuses forming on your tongue. he apologized and it's not his fault. he was really trying to make you feel better but you're just tired. you can hear how pathetic they would sound right now.
yunjin doesn't push you. she just holds you while you cry, and eventually, when you stop crying enough to produce a coherent sentence, you tell her what happened. she listens to you and she nods. she doesn't say what you know she's thinking and what her face is saying. deep down you know she's right, but the thought of not having him, especially after all the effort you've put into making things work, makes you feel inexplicably hollow.
you cry harder and she holds you tighter and neither of you mention it again.
kai knocks on your door on monday morning, apologizing again. by that evening, you've decided to forgive him. you've decided to, try at least, convince yourself that the crying in yunjin's arms was a momentary weakness and that you are fine and your relationship is fine and everything is perfect like it's supposed to be.
but your breaking point comes just at the end of the week. kai's roommate is home again for the weekend and he invites you to stay the night. something in you wants to say no, but you say yes anyways, because you always say yes, and when saturday night comes, you find yourself standing outside his house.
someone lets you in and you go up to kai's room and knock on the door, but there's no answer. you wait, listening for movement inside, but there's also nothing.
"kai?" you knock again, louder this time. there's still no answer. you twist the doorknob and push in to find the room completely empty, his bed unmade.
you [10:05pm]: i'm here? where are you?
k <3 [10:05pm]: sorry, it's heeseung's birthday and they forced me to come out with them.
k <3 [10:05pm]: you can stay in my room. i'll be back in like 10 minutes
you stare at the messages and annoyance seeps through your entire body. who invites someone over when they're not even home? you sit on his bed and tell yourself he'll be back in ten minutes. you do something to pass the time, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. as usual, the time passes and kai is not here like he promised he would be.
with each minute that passes, you're rationalizing why you should stay even though you feel pathetic. you're sitting in your boyfriend's empty room on a saturday night while he's out with his friends. it is truly absurd, but you need to wait for him because you're not quite ready to admit what your friends already know to be true.
at some point you lie down on his bed, on top of the covers. you let your eyes flutter closed for just a moment and you're suddenly not in his room anymore.
you're at an italian restaurant downtown, sitting at a table by the window. you're wearing a dress you bought specifically for this night. it's the one year anniversary of the day kai asked you to be his girlfriend and the two month mark of the day you guys got back together after your "break". the chair across from you is embarrassingly empty. you've looked at the menu five times, you've checked your phone fifteen times.
he made the reservation for seven but he had an evening class and told you he'd be meeting you there. it's been forty five minutes now and the waiter has come by three times to ask if you're ready to order and each time you've apologized and said you're waiting for someone. you can see him start to make his way back to your table when your phone rings and kai's photo fills up your screen.
"hey, where are you?" you ask softly, with the phone pressed against your ear.
the other side of the line is quiet for a second and then he starts with a sigh. "i'm so sorry, baby, i was talking to my professor and i lost track of time. can we do this another night?"
"yeah, that's fine. i'll see you later" you mutter, trying to ignore the sound of your heart breaking. you hang up the phone and stand up, pushing your chair in. a look of relief flashes over the waiter's face as you leave the restaurant.
you cry all the way home, and into the arms of ryujin and sieun, who are surprised to see you home so early. they tell you that you need to be done with him and you can't keep letting him do this to you. you wipe your tears and nod. they're right, you tell yourself. but three days later, kai shows up at your door with flowers and that look on his face and you're so ready to take him back again when ryujin tells him to fuck off and slams the door in his face.
you're awoken by the sound of chatter and laughter in the hallway. you reach for your phone beside the pillow, before your fully awake. you squint at the brightness before the time becomes clear to you. it reads 12:30am. you sit up as the door creaks open.
kai slips through the door, catching it gently behind it so it doesn't slam. he's so obviously drunk, but he's trying hard not to look it. "hey," he whispers. "sorry, you can go back to sleep."
you sit up straighter, throwing your legs over the side of the bed. "actually, i'm gonna go."
"wait, what?" he stumbles a little as he moves towards you. "i just got back."
you scoff, "are you serious?"
"y/n, it's late."
"yeah, it's late, so i'm gonna go sleep in my bed." you stand up, looking around for your bag.
"c'mon." kai reaches for you but he misjudges the distance. his hand grasps at the air.
"i can't believe you weren't here when you invited me."
"i was trying to leave, and they made me take a shot and you know how these things go," he slurs, waving his hand dismissively.
"you could have told me. you could have text me or called me or something." you find your bag on the floor by his desk and pick it up.
"that doesn't really matter because i'm here now."
"it matters that you made me wait for you for two hours." your voice cracks. your throat is getting tight and you can feel the tears start to build behind your eyes but you refuse to cry in front of him.
"so what? you want to leave?" he shoots. "i got held up. it's not that big of a deal. it happens all the time. i don't know why you're being so dramatic." when you don't respond, you're putting on your shoes and looking for your jacket, he mumbles. "so fucking clingy." he says it loud enough for you to hear.
"excuse you?"
"you're always calling me and texting me and inviting yourself over." he's getting louder now, and you're suddenly aware of all his frat brothers outside, probably listening to this. "can i not hang out with my friends for one night?"
"god forbid i want to spend time with my boyfriend."
"you're suffocating me."
"kai, you begged me to take you back." you exhale a sharp breath and push your hair out of your face. "actually, you know what? you're drunk and i'm not going to have this conversation with you right now. i'll see you tomorrow." you shove your phone into your bag with shaking hands, and put your jacket back on and head for the door.
he calls after you. "y/n, if you leave, don't come back."
you stop, your hand still on the doorknob. "what?" you turn around slowly.
"if you leave now," he repeats slowly. "i don't want to see you tomorrow."
"okay," your voice cracks again. you look back to see the smirk still plastered on his face. he think you're going to fold like you always do. he thinks you're going to turn around and apologize and say you're being dramatic. you twist the doorknob slowly and pull it open. "goodbye, kai." you take a deep breath and walk out the door.
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⟢ it's slim pickins; if I can't have the one i want, i guess it's you that i'll be kissing OR short and sweet anecdotes of a girl who just really wants to fall in love.
synopsis: need a shoulder to cry on or someone to get you off late at night? fear not, because boyfriend hotline is a brand new app that will match you with someone who is more than happy to fulfill any of your boyfriend-related needs.
tags: explicit sexual messages and images. male masturbation (aka jk fucking his fist, again). female masturbation (pillow humping, fingering, etc..). warning: IDIOTS. jealousy.
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notes. WE ARE SO BACK!! sorry it's taken an EON to post this! it both thrills and saddens me to say that this is probably going to be the second to last chapter :( the next one will probably take a whileeee bc im planning for it to be HUGE (like 12-15k) so... please stay tuned until the final session!! i love u all so much and im so grateful for your patience <3 hope u enjoy this one!!!
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Jungkook is jerking off again.
He really shouldn’t be doing this. The bar’s grand opening is only a few days away, there’s a lot of work to do, and he’s already fifteen minutes late to a meeting with his friends. But alas, here he is in his bathroom, dick throbbing in his fist as he lets himself go to the thought of you for the third time this week.
You have to be a witch of some sort. Whatever kind of otherworldly magic that has allowed you to render him a whining, pining puddle of goo every time you talk to him is a mystery.
Since the first session, you’ve found a way to worm into his heart, message by message, making him smile at his phone like a fool—something he hasn’t done since he was thirteen.
At first, he was just having fun. Getting to know a new client was always fun at first. But as he got to know you more, he realized that there was something about you he just couldn’t get out of his mind.
You were awkward, but charming. Honest, but secretive. Nervous, but flirty. A total contradiction all wrapped up into a small circle profile picture at the top of his phone, coming to life one random Tuesday night when he got on a call with you and realized that you were real.
Now, he can’t stop thinking about it. Correction: he can’t stop thinking about you.
Your gentle sighs—how they spilled from your glossy lips, how you watched him with desperate, watery eyes, rolling them to the back of your head as you softly moaned his name.
He can’t look at the color purple the same. Sharpies make him shudder.
He spits on his hand and coats his cock with saliva, grip tightening. Fire courses through his veins, and obscene, sticky sounds melt together with his low grunts as he fucks his fist while thinking of you.
The memory morphs into a vivid fantasy, one where you’re trembling beneath him in real life, shuddering with every time he touches your soft, supple skin. You challenge him with some bratty quip, push his buttons with teasing touches, and then beg him to spoil you after he fucks you so good you can’t help but want more.
You’d piss him off and laugh about it. Get slapped in the face and look back at him with a stupidly lovesick smile. His dick throbs almost painfully.
Yeah, he’s a real piece of shit, alright. But fuck it, he can’t stop.
“Fuck,” he heaves, eyes screwing shut as his breaths grow more laboured. He picks up the pace.
He dreams slamming you against a wall, smashing your body against some hard surface where you have nowhere to escape, pulling your hair back as he snaps his hips forward and rams his cock into your dripping cunt from behind.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts, sticky squelches echoing in the empty bathroom.
Shit, he’s already close. But he doesn’t want this to be over yet. One hand pumps up and down his spit-coated length, the other is propped against the white wall, trembling.
You know, if he had to choose a color to describe you, it’d be white, he thinks—as a futile means of temporary distraction.
White—sometimes almost translucent, sometimes blindingly opaque.
Translucent in the way you wear your heart on your sleeve, opaque in how you try to hide your true thoughts with sharp words and strained laughter. White, because he wants to stain your color with his. Preferably with the color from his—
Fuck.
His hips buck forward, his vision goes hazy, and all he can recall is the sound of his name tumbling out of your mouth as he reaches his high, white ropes spewing out of him and splattering all over his bathroom sink.
The aftermath is a warm, sticky hand, a dirty bathroom, and a dejected sigh. His reflection, clammy and flushed, stares back at him.
What a loser.
He’s winded. How do you manage to take his breath away even when you’re not there? The weight of reality settles in on him as he takes a few moments to catch his breath, dick softening and curling into its pathetic, normal, shameful self.
Jesus Christ. He really shouldn’t have done that. He’s going straight to hell.
You’re a client; he’s a service provider. This is totally unprofessional, and probably unethical of him to do.
But then again, he’s already crossed so many lines with you…
What’s one more?
“Earth to Jungkook,” Taehyung sing-songs, waving a hand in front of his face.
Jungkook snaps out of his daze, shaking his head. “Uh, sorry, what were we talking about again?”
From across the room, Jimin rolls his eyes. “The invite list.” He points to a white board that stands in the middle of the room. “For the grand opening party.”
Right. Today, they’re planning the grand opening of the bar they’ve been working on for the past few months. The three of them have pooled their savings together, just enough for a down payment, and one of their friends who’s a lawyer helped them negotiate a pretty nice lease contract. It’s been a few months since they’ve gotten the place, and it’s mostly furnished now. They already have a couple job applications rolling through for bartenders and waitresses, too.
In essence, practically all of the preparations are completed. All that’s left is actually opening the place. And to do that, Taehyung had the idea of hosting a grand opening party and inviting friends from all over town.
“Let’s just tell our friends to bring their friends who’ll bring their friends and so on. ” Jungkook shifts forward in his seat, leaning to take a closer look at the whiteboard. “Do we need to invite more?”
There are currently about twenty names listed on the board. Realistically, that’s not a whole lot for an establishment with a capacity of eighty.
“I don’t know, man. I’m just worried that no one’s going to show up.” Jimin chucks a whiteboard marker into a small basket, trotting over to a booth to plop down dramatically with a sigh. “Why do we have no friends?”
“Because we’ve spent the past year either working on this bar, or telling girls how to touch themselves,” Taehyung helpfully supplies.
“Need I remind you that it was your idea?”
Jungkook snorts.
Many months ago, when the three of them had just quit their day jobs and were in desperate need of cash, Taehyung had come to them with an amazing new discovery: Boyfriend Hotline. He said it was an easy way to make extra cash, and for lack of better options, Jungkook and Jimin decided to try it out.
It ended up being… very effective. Guess all those years hoe-ing around in college paid off. Soon, the three of them climbed up the ranks, becoming some of the highest paid service providers in the system. Some of their other friends started doing it too. In fact, he’s pretty sure that Hoseok is considering doing it full-time since it pays so well.
However, just because it pays well doesn’t mean that it’s easy, though. Like any other job, there are ups and downs, but as time goes on the work becomes more…tiring. Like an endless cycle of listening to people’s worries and being treated like an on-demand lover.
They’ve seen it all; widows who are mourning their dead husbands and expect them to become an immediate reincarnation of their buried lovers, women who have had generational runs of bad luck with shitty men who just want to be loved, and people with odd kinks—ones that they can’t share with the partners they have in real life.
It’s fulfilling work, but not viable long-term. Frankly, the three of them are more than ready to leave that career behind.
But somewhere inside Jungkook’s heart, lodged deep within the tissue of said organ, he thinks he’ll miss it. Specifically, he’ll miss you.
He’ll miss your sense of humor and bratty attitude. He’ll miss the way you say his name. The way you’d say the dirtiest things with the softest voice. And most importantly, he’ll miss talking to you—simply being in your company.
Taehyung and Jimin, however, do not hold such sentiments, and it’s clear in the way they react to any notification from the raunchy app—like it’s actually draining work, and not a fun little side hustle anymore. Jungkook isn’t so sure when that shift happened.
At that very moment, Jimin’s phone buzzes. He tugs the phone from his back pocket and stares at the screen for a moment, before sighing in the way an old man with back problems would.
“Chat client,” he supplies, standing up and making his way to the bathroom. “I’ll be back.”
Taehyung chuckles, a playful taunt at his lips, “If you’re just texting, why do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“Yeah, Jimin.” Jungkook joins in. “Gonna rub one out?”
The bathroom door clicks open. Jimin turns back, eyes narrowed towards Jungkook playfully.
“Nope.” He sticks out his tongue, far too childishly for his age. “I’m not like you, Jungkook.”
“Oh fuck off,” Jungkook grumbles, snatching a whiteboard marker from a nearby table and chucking it at him.
Jimin evades with a satisfied giggle, ducking behind and closing the door just in time, and the marker falls to the floor with a pitiful clunk. Taehyung snickers, which earns him a venomous glare. Taehyung’s gaze remains insistently teasing nonetheless.
“Come on, you have to admit it’s pretty funny.”
“What’s funny?”
“The way you got banned from the app just to talk to a pretty girl.”
He crosses his arms. “It was worth it. I stand by that.”
Taehyung lets out a low whistle, leaning back onto the booth and watching Jungkook with careful eyes.
“You really like her, huh?”
Jungkook pauses. He considers.
It’s true that you haven’t left his mind for several days now. It’s true that he can’t get turned on by the thought of anyone but you. It is also true, however, that he’s only talked to you a handful of times, and that you probably only see him as… well, a service provider. Because that’s what he is.
So even if he does entertain the thought of liking you—really liking you, as Taehyung is suggesting—what’s he going to do about it?
It’s not like you’d ever like him back, right?
…right?
“She’s a client,” is what he settles on saying.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
Menace, Jungkook’s brain whispers.
It’s no secret that he violated several contract clauses for you. The other day, when they had asked Jungkook why he was so free lately, he couldn’t come up with a plausible excuse and ended up revealing everything to them, including getting temporarily banned. Since taking up the Boyfriend Hotline thing, none of them have seriously dated in a while, so it was a pretty big deal, and Taehyung can be surprisingly pushy about these kinds of things.
“Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a bit sweet on her,” he admits. “Happy?”
Taehyung chuckles, “That’s quite the understatement.” Jungkook really doesn’t like that. Taehyung continues anyway. “You’re like a thirteen year old boy when it comes to her.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. Maybe he should try talking about it. Taehyung, at the end of the day, is one of his best friends.
“I think she’s a witch or something,” he confesses. This earns him a hearty laugh. “I’m serious.”
Taehyung snorts. “Sorry, sorry, go on.”
Jungkook glares but quickly returns to his dramatic storytelling.
“Anyways, she’s really hot, I guess.” Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose, recalling all the times he’s talked to you. “She’s also really annoying.”
“Annoying?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook confirms, laughing softly as he remembers moments where you’ve riled him up like no other. “She pisses me off. Never says anything nice to me.” He thinks some more. “Well, sometimes she does. But more often than not she’s just mean.”
Taehyung blinks twice. Weirdly, Jungkook’s eyes practically have hearts in them.
“She’s trouble.” Jungkook sighs, but he doesn’t seem all that upset. “Big, big, trouble,” he repeats. “Maybe I do like her a little bit more than I should.”
Taehyung tries not to laugh. His friend is screwed. Really fucking screwed. Jungkook leans back, shrugging nonchalantly.
“But what can I do? It’s not like she likes me or anything.”
The moment of silence that follows is so long that Jungkook almost thinks that Taehyung is having a stroke. Then, Taehyung scoffs once, his face returning still for half a second, before erupting into an obnoxious fit of cackling.
“You’re so whipped,” he wheezes. “I never thought I’d see Downbad Jungkook in the big 2026.”
And now, Jungkook is back to glaring.
“I pour out my heart to you and this is what I get?”
“Sorry man.” Taehyung tries his best to recover—he really does—but his voice still quivers with laughter when he speaks. “It’s just that you’ve never looked so pathetic for a girl before. Usually you’re all fuckboy vibes instead of pining loser.“
“Wow.” Jungkook takes a moment to stare, blinking in shock. “That’s refreshing. I’ve never been called a pining loser before.”
Taehyung smiles, finally not actively guffawing. “You should go for it.”
Jungkook snickers. “Go for what?”
“The girl, duh,” he replies. “You clearly like her a lot, and we’ll be too busy with the bar to do the hotline thing anymore. So you should go for it while you still can.”
Now this is something that Jungkook hadn’t even realized was a possibility. Him? Pursue you? But the more he thinks about it, the more he starts believing it could happen. From the little that he’s talked to you, he’s been able to gather that:
You want a relationship.
You think he’s attractive.
This epiphany is evident in the way his face lights up—and Taehyung notices it too.
Yeah, why the hell not? He’ll find a way to tell you his Instagram or phone number or something next time. He’ll tell you that he’ll be leaving Boyfriend Hotline, and that soon—he’ll be all yours. Perhaps then, you’d consider him. Surely, you would, right?
“Maybe I will.”
Taehyung smirks, satisfied. Leaning over to grab a can of beer from the cooler on the floor, he tosses one to Jungkook. An air of thrill fills the air, the kind that is entirely unspoken—far too sappy for men like Jungkook and Taehyung to acknowledge, but one that buzzes with excitement. The start of something new. After all, Jungkook hasn’t pursued anything serious in ages.
They talk mindlessly about other things for a little while before Jimin exits the bathroom, slowly chuckling to himself.
Curious, Jungkook tilts his head. “Funny client?”
“Hilarious,” Jimin snorts dryly. “Check this out.”
Scurrying over to the other two, Jimin whips out his phone and faces his screen towards them. Jungkook scooches closer, leaning forward. Taehyung does the same.
Between the three of them, Jimin often gets the weirdest clients since he’s marketed himself as someone who specializes in roleplay. He really does enjoy it for the most part, as a matter of fact, but sometimes client requests can get quite extreme.
He tries to not tell them about the weird kinks he encounters—client confidentiality and all—but sometimes he can’t help but share the particularly wild stories. Like, someone once asked him to pretend to be their favorite sports car model, and he had to make engine noises the whole time—only to get scolded when he didn’t get the revving noises “right.”
“Don’t tell me you had to be a Chevrolet Corvette again,” Taehyung teases.
“I told you to never mention that again.” Jimin lightly smacks him on the head. “She was pretty chill, actually.”
Jungkook laughs, eyes flickering to the phone for a short second before he urgently covers the screen with his hand.
“Wait, are you sure you should be showing us the screen?” He gestures to Jimin’s phone. “I don’t need to see the face behind the kink, you know.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “No, it’s not that she has a weird kink.” He removes Jungkook’s hand. “She just humiliated the fuck out of me,” he chuckles dryly. “Look.”
Cautiously eyeing his friend, Jungkook decides to take a peek simultaneously with Taehyung.
He knows he should be focusing on the messages—where a particularly funny quip sends Taehyung laughing so hard he rolls onto the floor. Messages that, in any other circumstance, would’ve earned an impressed snicker at most before being forgotten for the rest of the day.
But instead of the messages, he can’t help but notice the tiny little circle profile picture at the top of the screen. The girl who has been sexting Jimin—in essence, sexting other men—and the owner of the admittedly charming personality who managed to make his friends almost die of laughter.
It’s you.
And his stomach drops.
It was a stupid idea in the first place.
Your phone thumps onto your pillow as you flop down with a sigh. Your head hurts and your body aches. How could you think that these sext-chat boyfriends would really work?
It scares you, really, how far gone you are. Pathetically requesting another service provider as if that would get you out of your slump instead of locking in and getting a job, or actually doing something productive instead of moping around over men who get paid to text you.
God, you have to look so stupid right now, wearing nothing but your panties as you lay on your bed, dejected.
But it’s over. You’ve deleted the app. There’s no going back.
However, a single fact remains true: you’re still horny.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you mutter into your side pillow. You cross your legs around it, squeezing tight as you groan dejectedly. “I’m the worst.”
The pressure of the pillow against your crotch feels nice. Too nice. You grind into it once, still not fully committed to masturbating after a failed sex chat attempt. How was it so easy with Jungkook, again?
Jimin wasn’t a bad service provider, per se. He was really cute and he didn’t say anything wrong. But perhaps, he was simply too… clinical? Transactional? It was like he saw you as a customer rather than another person. As soon as he “figured out” what kind of service you wanted, he changed his texting style—it just felt weirdly inauthentic.
Or maybe, he just wasn’t Jungkook—who is apparently the only person who can turn you on these days.
With Jungkook, you’d forget that you were paying him to talk to you or that you were even on an app to begin with.
Jungkook’s voice fills your head, low and gravelly and teasing, so charming that just the recollection of it sends a tingle down your spine.
“Never gonna say a nice thing to me?”
“Give me a show, princess.”
You whimper, your panties shifting against the pillow as you hump it like a bunny in heat. When did you start moving faster? And why the hell can’t you stop?
“Fucking brat. You’re dripping all over the place for me.”
“Goddammit,” you sigh, now far too horny to give a shit about being pathetic.
Your hands come up to play with your nipples, drawing slow circles around them—just like how Jungkook would tell you to.
He’d watch you push yourself to your limit with those dark, dark, eyes, and chuckle cockily when you’d beg him to let you touch yourself.
For a moment, you imagine that he’s the one touching you. How would his hands feel? Would they be callused from his time at the gym? Because he definitely has to go to the gym—otherwise, wouldn’t have those washboard abs or those beefy biceps.
Oh fuck—his biceps.
You want them to crush your head. You want them flexed as he hovers above you, hand around your neck as he rams his cock into you while calling you a dirty little whore.
You can’t take it anymore. Gone is the pillow, discarded somewhere on the floor as you push it away to sit up and pull your panties off.
“I fucking hate him,” you groan, your hand coming down to feel the wetness between your folds.
You immediately shudder as you slip in your ring and middle finger. Your other hand tweaks at your nipples, pinching and pulling as your other hand slowly pumps in and out, stretching out your embarrassingly drenched cunt and putting pressure on your sensitive nub in the process.
He’d do it better, you can’t help but think. His cock was huge—massive, really. He’d stretch you out so good.
You wonder if he’s the type to push in slowly, always checking in on you to make sure that you’re okay, or if he's the type to slam himself in one go, balls slapping against your skin as bucks his hips forward, cackling wildly when you cry out.
Fingers scooping against your walls, a sudden bolt of pleasure runs through you at the thought of him being here. Without realizing it, you’ve soaked your bedsheets again, and you haven’t even finished yet.
The next thing you imagine is him going down on you. His face between your thighs, fluffy hair tickling your skin, eyes boring into you as you can’t help but lose yourself.
“Ju-Jungkook,” you whimper, lost in the fantasy.
Oh screw it. You can’t stop—in your mind, he’s here with you, tongue dragging through your folds and fingers digging into your hips.
He has a lip ring, your brain supplies. You wonder if it’d feel cool, or if the smooth metal would blend in with his soft tongue as he laps against your folds. You’re not too sure—you’ve never gotten head from someone with a lip ring before.
But God, you really really really want to find out.
Just as you’re about to finish, you imagine him looking up at you, face dripping with your wetness and a cocky smile after he pushes you to the edge and denies you an orgasm. He’d get up and look down on you, all muscle and smooth skin, and use those big strong arms to haul you up and flip you over so that you’re on your knees.
He’d slap your ass and call it pretty or something, then lean over and whisper into your ear that you’re still a stupid little brat, and that he’s going to give it to you so good that you won’t remember your own name.
And yeah. He’d totally be the type to slam himself in one go, you decide.
He’d grab your hair. Pull it back. Bite your shoulder—especially if he’s close.
There is much more you want to imagine. How he’d fuck you in your bedroom and force you to watch it all happen in the mirror. The way he’d cover your mouth and muffle your moans while giving it to you in a bathroom. How he’d leave marks all over your body—to both worship and ruin you.
But you don’t get to ignite all of these fantasies because you orgasm at the mere thought of his cock being in you for the first time.
Your toes curl and your fingers are working faster and more aggressively than ever before. Wet squelches spray out of you, pussy throbbing as you chase your high with desperate moans. Your whole body writhes.
When it’s all over, you’re a panting, sweaty mess. A few moments pass—just enough for you to regain your grasp on reality.
You can’t believe you just did that.
It’s all real now. Your soaked panties, the drenched bedsheets, the clammy feeling you always get after sex.
Fuck. You’re staring at the ceiling as if cement could give you answers on why you’re so pathetic. The ceiling, obviously, does not supply you with any answers.
You sit up and check your phone. It’s 12 PM. You’ve spent far too many hours today just trying to cure your insatiable horniness, and that was way too early in the morning to be jerking off. Really, how could you allow yourself to get to this point?
Okay, you need to get to work.
Fuck men. Fuck boyfriends. Fuck love.
Fuck this weird, catatonic emotional state where you’re far too passionate for a situationship, too traumatized for commitment, and just miserable enough to yearn.
And look at where the hell that has gotten you: here. Panties and fingers soaked from the memory of something that didn’t actually happen, pining for a man who probably wouldn’t care if you died tomorrow.
Like seriously, you need to get a life.
So, work you go.
It’s the normal routine. Quick shower. All black outfit. A fifteen minute walk from your apartment.
Soon, you’re welcomed with the smell of coffee and sugary pastries, accompanied by the gentle hum of lofi-beats. You clock in at the register and tie the cafe’s signature brown apron around your waist.
It’s a textbook cafe, one so ordinary you’re sure anyone else would forget it if they walked past, but for you, it’s been a safe haven these last few months.
Located at the corner of a long mall strip, tucked away after several boutique stores and small restaurants, it’s just exactly the kind of place you need to be. Peaceful. Predictable. Quiet.
Your boss, an old lady with far too many cats waiting for her at home, greets you as soon as you finish prepping the storefront.
“Oh great! I was just looking for you!”
You laugh softly. “What can I do for you, Mrs. Kim?”
She smiles, trotting over with a card in her hand.
“You know the building across from ours?”
You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at the store across the street. There’s been a lot of movement there for the past few weeks, with furniture people moving in furniture and business people doing business in there, or something. You haven’t been paying much attention, but yeah, you know it exists.
“Yeah?”
She giggles. “Well, a few hunks came here earlier saying that they are opening a bar there soon and they want to do a grand opening party! And we’re invited!”
You laugh, trying to share her excitement. “Oh really?”
She hands you the card. On it is what you assume to be the name and location of the new bar: Stirred and Co.
“The thing is…” She grabs onto your arm with an insistent hold, a dramatic, teary look washing over her eyes. “I’m already an old lady… I don’t think this kind of thing is for me. And I definitely don’t think my husband is too keen on me attending a party with all of those young studs!” She pauses to laugh, “Goodness, you should’ve seen the look on his face when they walked in!”
“Oh, uh,” you chuckle awkwardly, “I’m not sure if a party is—”
“Come on, sweetheart,” she whines, tugging on your arm. “I know that you’ve had it rough recently. Why not do something fun?”
You pause. After your big break with Jackson, you asked if Mrs. Kim could schedule you for twice as many shifts as usual, which led to her asking why, and of course, you spilled the beans because oversharing is an integral part of who you are, obviously.
“And those men…” she trails off, a mischievous look in her eyes, “I’ll go ahead and tell you that they are some fine young fellows, alright. They’d look real nice with a pretty girl like you.”
It’s not a bad idea, you think. If they’ve invited Mrs. Kim, they’ve probably also invited all the other store owners around the block, too. You already know Mr. Lee, who owns the vinyl shop next to the cafe, and there’s also the sweet couple who recently had a son that runs the flower shop across the street, too. You’ll definitely know some people and you wouldn’t mind getting some eye candy, if these bar owners are the hotshots Mrs. Kim claims them to be.
So sure, why not live a little?
Mrs. Kim seems to notice you giving into the idea. It would also make her happy, you think, and you do owe her a lot given that she’s been an exceptionally great boss to you.
“It’s a week from now,” she adds. “And they said you could invite a friend, if you want.”
Maybe Jennie can go with you. She loves free alcohol and parties, and it’d make everything less nerve-wracking, too. The more you think about it, the more you realize that maybe you actually, truly, deep down in your heart, want to go.
Maybe you want a distraction. Maybe you want to have fun. Or maybe, you just like a good party.
So, you politely smile, relenting.
“Okay. I’ll go.”
mei's extended note. phew i know this was a shorter chapter but it sure knocked the life out of me. many things are brewing... hehehe. tell me your predictions and what you want to see! i love to serve my customers (wink wink)... so if you want to see something SAY SOMETHING! maybe it will happen :) thanks for reading! i love you all! <3
it takes less than three summers for you to fall hopelessly in love with jeon jungkook, but only one night for him to turn that stupid teenage crush into history. ten years later, when you uproot your entire life to finally pursue your dream of opening a bakery, you find yourself right across the street from him again, and realize that maybe your crush on him isn’t quite “history” after all.
⤷ ゛inspo: love & other words by christina lauren & my high school work crush ˎˊ˗
genre/pairing. jeon jungkook x reader (fem oc). teenage friends to ??. grumpy x sunshine. second chance romance. fluff. angst. smut.
genre/pairing. jeon jungkook x reader (fem oc). teenage friends to ??. grumpy x sunshine. second chance romance. fluff. angst. smut.
tags/warnings. nothing much! some mentions toward a family member's death but that's about it.
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notes. and alas... chapter 1 is here. i've never been more nervous to post anything in my life LMFAO. again .. im a newbie at angst so pls be kind to me fajsdf;jksjf but aside from that, i am really happy with how this first chapter turned out! i think the number one thing i want to capture in this is the feeling of having your first real crush, and its inspired heavily by my own experience (shout out to kevin!)! i acted like a fool around him, so if oc gets a little silly and embarrassing later on pls be kind to her!!! hahahaha. ok enough yapping, hope u enjoy!!! <3
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NOW - today
In a single week, you’ve managed to quit your job, sell your apartment, and move to a beach town you haven’t been to in ten years.
Yeah, your dad isn’t thrilled, to say the least. But he’s supportive—though a little bit concerned for your mental well-being. He’s nagging you over a call while you’re trying to see your place for the first time. It’s a storefront located in the corner of a long mall strip—a little small, but the location is great. Plus, you can live on the second floor, so it’s one less place to rent.
“Okay, I get it,” you say into your phone, which is sandwiched between your ear and shoulder. “I promise I’ll visit often.”
The door refuses to open no matter how hard you jam your newly-received keys and twist desperately. You click your tongue.
“Don’t try to carry too many heavy boxes. You could hurt your back.”
“Sure,” you reply, still focused on getting the damn door open. “I won’t.”
“If you can’t lift anything, ask someone nearby. People in small towns are nicer than city folks.”
“Alright, alright,” you chuckle.
Finally, there’s a click, and the glass panel swings open.
Dust floods your nostrils. The space is large, empty, and a little bit torn up, but it all comes to life as soon as you see it— the display counter stacked high with cookies, the bookshelf with pastel-colored beanbags, and the wooden tables you’ll tuck in cozy corners.
“Dad, I think I gotta go now.”
He sighs, heavy with worry. “Alright. Go on. Have fun.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
And you end the call.
Outside, your car is packed to the brim with boxes of things you want to decorate the space with. There’s paint, furniture, plants, and the most important thing: a coffee machine, a purchase you made at the department store three hours ago on your way here. Some stuff you thrifted. Some are personal belongings. Regardless, it’s all yours. Truly yours—this place, this life, this dream.
You grin.
No more getting yelled at by a fifty-something man who’s balding because he can’t shampoo properly. You’re going to be your own boss.
No more working unpaid overtime to meet deadlines. You’ll make your own schedule.
No more convenience store meals. You’re going to eat right and live right.
It’s taken you ten years to finally chase your dream of opening a bakery, and if you’re going to do it, then you aren’t going to let a single thing go wrong.
Your hair is up. Chest puffed out. Summer playlist on. A car full of goodies.
You unload the boxes from the car so that they’re all sitting in a heap in the middle of the floor. Then, you venture upstairs to explore your future residence, and imagine all the little trinkets you’ll use to make it your own. The bathroom is small but functional. The bedroom has cute windows that give you a beautiful view of the glistening town, sea glinting somewhere beyond it.
Perfect.
You put on an apron you don’t mind getting dirty and drag out a ladder from your trunk. The rest is simply letting the paint work its own magic. ABBA’s greatest hits blast in the back as you sing along (probably a bit too loudly) to Dancing Queen and Honey, Honey. Paint smears all over your apron and sunlight flickers in through the windows, shrouding the whole room with warmth as you dance around.
There’s color everywhere. Just how you like it.
Maybe an hour or so passes before your arms start cramping, so you take a break, stepping outside to get some fresh air away from the smelly paint toxins.
The strawberry matcha latte you’ve been sipping on since this morning has melted into a cold watery-grassy soup, but you guzzle it down nonetheless, desperate to quench your thirst. You sit on a bench and look around, taking in the scene outside—your new home.
It’s familiar.
There’s an ice cream shop at the corner. A bike passes by every few minutes. The sky is a bright blue and the clouds look like cotton candy. The sun beams down relentlessly but there’s a steady breeze from the ocean that makes the heat bearable. You haven’t gotten to visit it yet, but you don’t doubt that the beach is as beautiful as ever.
Really, this town hasn’t changed a bit since the first day you came here. Although you note bitterly that you have, though.
That lanky thirteen year-old stumbling out of the car on that hot summer day over a decade ago feels like a stranger.
To her, everyone was a friend. Dogs never bit even if they barked and thorns never pricked if the flower was pretty enough. So endearingly naive. So easily lovestruck. You used to see the world through rose-tinted lenses, but of course, a few years in the real world is more than enough to break the glass.
But it’s okay. You don’t miss her.
What you’ve missed, though, is baking.
You tell yourself that it’s taken you so long to pursue this passion just because you got distracted by the currents of other peoples’ lives: going to college, getting an office job, and working your way up the corporate ladder.
Or maybe, it was just because you were a coward who could never recover from teenage heartbreak.
But as you examine the flaking walls of your new place, streaked with your favorite colors, you remind yourself that cowards don’t quit their job and sell their apartments, armed with nothing but a dusty, stubborn dream. Cowards don’t try. You do.
Still, it’s a shame that you let a man—a boy, really—deter you from it for so long.
The very same boy that you could run into at any given moment if he stayed in the same beach town you knew him from. The same boy that once lit up your world like the sun and pulled at your heartstrings like the moon did with the tides. How you wish that he’d only shaped your teenage summers and not your entire life.
You shake your head. That doesn’t matter now.
You’re back, and nothing can stop you this time.
Not even Jeon Jungkook.
There’s some ice at the bottom of your plastic cup. You swirl mindlessly, watching it clink against plastic as you lose yourself in your thoughts.
It’s been ten years since you’ve last seen him. You can’t help but wonder if he’s doing well or if he stayed in town.
Now that you’re thinking about it, even if you did run into your former teenage heartthrob, chances are he won’t even remember you. And if you recall correctly, his dream has always been to move to the city. The chances of running into him are slim given how dead set he was on getting as far away from this town as possible.
But maybe he’s changed. Most people do.
Maybe he doesn’t cry at Spiderman movies anymore. Maybe he’s grown to love spicy food instead of gagging at it. You wonder if banana milk is still his favorite. If he still has a secret sweet tooth.
You also wonder, in some dark, secluded corner of your heart, if he’ll still call you by that nickname you used to love so much should you ever run into him again.
As your mind spirals with unanswered questions, your watery matcha latte is slurped empty. You poke at the ice with your straw some more.
The crunch hides the tentative footsteps approaching you. You fail to notice the hesitant sound of someone clearing their throat. The silence of someone gathering the courage to speak.
“Clem?”
Clem. For Clementine. Your favorite fruit.
A voice that you haven’t heard in years.
Your heart does something weird and your stomach plunges. Your body freezes for a moment. Are you hallucinating?
Wind whooshes by and tickles your skin, but you’re sure it’s something else that gives you goosebumps. A second feels like a minute. Breathing feels like falling.
Finally, you whirl around, facing the stranger with the weirdly familiar voice.
And it’s him.
Jeon Jungkook.
He looks different, obviously, but the years have treated him well. His jaw is more defined and there’s stubble that wasn’t there before. His nose is no longer too big for his face and his hair is no longer dyed chestnut brown. It’s black—just like his eyes—which have not changed at all, still frustratingly round and sparkly, rivaling the sparkle in his—oh God—piercings?
He has lip piercings and eyebrow piercings and—wait, are those tattoos?
“It’s really you,” he says, voice a tinge deeper than you last remember.
Only now do you realize how you look to him. Strands of hair shoot in a gazillion different directions from your messy ponytail. There’s pink and blue paint smeared all over your apron and T-shirt. You’re wearing denim shorts with a pair of crocs and shit—your socks are mismatched, too. One is purple with cats on it and the other is striped with pink and white. A sheen of sweat layers over your face and you haven’t put on any makeup.
“Oh my God,” you mutter, half-mortified, half-thrilled.
He chuckles, low and soft. Kind, but careful. He takes a few steps forward.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
You gulp.
It feels like you’re meeting him for the first time again—minus the skateboard, the concrete, and the clementines. But there’s still the hot summer sun above you, and a thrum in your chest that only exists with him.
“Yeah. It has.”
THEN - thirteen summers ago
You spent the first week in your new summer house alone, which was actually quite a welcome break from the hyper-social environment you’d been in before: school.
Now, you didn’t have to worry about petty girls giving you side glares when you laughed too loudly, or snotty, barely teenage boys rough housing each other a few desks away. There was only you—with your nose in a book or dancing around the kitchen with flour in your hair, instead of in the mirror picking at your pimples through tears.
Mornings were for reading on the beach behind your house. Afternoons were for baking.
Your mother’s cookbook had hundreds of recipes, sticky notes tacked on to extend pages with comments from generations of women in your family, dating all the way back to your great-great-great grandma. Of these many recipes, you found yourself gravitated towards baked goods the most. It only made sense given your big sweet tooth.
So for hours at a time, you’d confine yourself to your summer home’s huge kitchen—relishing the way it was much bigger than the one at your apartment back in the city—and bake.
That day, you wanted to make clementine tarts.
You were walking home from the farmer’s market after having bought a few too many clementines—your favorite fruit—eyes only barely peeking over the overflowing paper bag.
Your flip flops slapped against the pavement as you dragged your feet, exhausted from the heat but brimming with the excitement of getting to make one of your favorite pastries.
Perhaps you rounded the corner too quickly, because a moving body catapulted into you, sharp pain darting through your shins from getting hit by a wooden board as you stumbled backwards.
You yelped as you landed on the hot pavement, butt aching and clementines tumbling out of the bag like hail. You didn’t even see the person who ran into you at first, barely registering the fact that you’d just been knocked to the ground by some skater-boy.
All you saw was your clementines scattered on the road and a car’s tires squashing half of them splat against the concrete.
You might’ve cursed something like “no no no,”or “shoot,” under your breath, immediately lunging toward the road in a desperate attempt to save the few remaining fruit.
Of course, you didn’t succeed, because you were yanked back by the collar before a car could squash you splat, too.
It all happened so fast. One moment you were reaching out to grab a clementine and the next your back was pressed against someone else’s chest, a car wooshing by where you were previously on all-fours.
“Jesus,” a voice from behind you muttered. “Are you seriously trying to die for a bunch of oranges?”
You turned your head around.
It was a guy. And fuck, he was cute. Shaggy, pin-straight black hair framed his face. Big nose. Thin glossy lips. Eyes so round they could be planets. He looked your age, maybe a bit older.
Oh right. You were supposed to respond when someone talked to you.
“They’re clementines.”
An award winning reply.
He let out a tired and somewhat amused huff, standing up to collect his skateboard which had rolled a few steps away. You watched, amazed as he kicked the skateboard up and propped it against his leg in a single, easy motion.
“Whatever, it’s basically the same thing,” he grumbled, offering a hand towards you. “Sorry for running into you, though.”
“It’s fine, no worries.” You took his hand and stood. “But… they’re not the same thing, actually. Clementines are sweeter.”
Could you not say anything normal?
“O-kayyy, sure.” He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips. “And you’re welcome for saving your life, by the way”
“We’re even, then,” you quipped. “You ruin my farmer’s market haul and then save my life.”
You chuckled, retrieving the paper bag and crouching down. You tried to pick off whatever was salvageable from the streets, and the mystery boy simply stood back, watching for a few moments. He clicked his tongue, then joined you on the ground to help. You murmured a soft “thank you,” to which he grunted something in response.
That was how it started; just two kids on a sunny day picking fruit off the hot pavement. Names and ages were quickly exchanged with casual conversation.
Jeon Jungkook. Fifteen. Your name. Thirteen.
You told him about being new to town, the amazing summer house you’d been enjoying, and a recent book you’d really liked. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. Or maybe you just talked too much and liked how attentively he listened, offering quips and comments at all the right moments.
You’d always been a chatterbox of some sort, but with your recent seclusion from socialization, you found yourself especially unable to shut up—even more so when he offered to walk you home (perhaps out of guilt for crashing into you) and carry your bag of half-squashed fruit.
“And yeah. I was planning on making a bunch of tarts and if I had any left I’d make an upside down cake.” You were rambling about what you were planning to bake when you got home. “But now I think I only have enough for the upside down cake.”
“You’re obsessed with clementines, huh?”
“What’s wrong with that? They’re a good fruit. No seeds. Super sweet. Easy to peel.” You led the way with a bounce in your step. “And they don’t drip all over your hands like oranges do.”
“Whatever, clementine girl.”
A lot of his vocabulary consisted of whatever, sure, and mhm, you noticed.
“That’s a stupid name,” you chirped.
“Suits you, doesn’t it?”
“Hey!” Slightly offended, you turned around with a glare, walking backwards.
He said it straight faced, but you were sure that amusement twinkled in his eyes. Then he stuck out his tongue and smirked, satisfied. You huffed and rolled your eyes, pivoting on your feet, determined to not let him see the begrudging smile on your face.
When you reached the front doors of your big blue house, a look of shock painted his face.
“No way, you live here?”
You giggled. “It’s nice, right?”
“I mean, yeah, but,” he pointed backwards with his thumb, “I kind of live right there.”
You followed his thumb to the house down the street.
“No way.”
And that was how you found out that you were neighbors. After a good laugh, you promised that you’d come by with some cake sometime, since you lived so close. He said that you really didn’t have to; he didn’t have a sweet tooth. You insisted, saying that it was a thank-you gift for walking you home. ***
“Well it’s not like it ended up being out of my way or anything,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Do you want the cake or not?” You put your hands on your hips.
He started walking away, waving his hand dismissively in the air.
“Do whatever you want.”
You grinned.
Later that week, you went out to buy more clementines and make the fruity tart of your dreams. It was some of your best work yet—tangy, rich, and freshly warm from the oven.
But when you knocked on the door of the house across the street, it wasn’t Jungkook at the door; instead, it was an equally doe-eyed little girl who looked suspiciously like him, just smaller and cuter. She couldn’t have been older than eight.
“Uh, hi there,” you laughed awkwardly. “Are your parents home?”
She ignored the question, sparkly eyes trained on the box in your hands. With an indulgent inhale, she scrunched her nose adorably before looking up to you.
“Is that a cake?” She leaned in closer.
You smiled. “They’re clementine tarts.”
A huge grin lit up her face. You chuckled, watching as the small girl ran away.
“Mom! Someone brought us a cake!” She disappeared into the house.
There were a few hushed scoldings of, ‘don’t open the door for strangers,’ and ‘next time this happens you’ll be put into time-out,’ before a woman appeared at the doorway.
Her stature was short, but she was so slim that she looked tall. Warm colors wrapped around her; a beige cardigan and flowy, brown lounge pants. She was beautiful in the kind of way that made you feel safe. Of course Jungkook’s mother would be like that.
She sighed in relief when she saw you, seemingly grateful that you were just some lanky teen.
“Hi, sorry about that,” she began. The girl, presumably Jungkook’s little sister, hid behind her legs. “How can I help you, sweetheart?”
You smiled politely. “I um… I know Jungkook.” She raised an eyebrow slowly, not upset, just teasing. “I’m the new neighbor?” You gestured toward your house across the street, unsure why you sounded like you were asking. “I, uh, said I’d make him some tarts.”
“Our new neighbor!” She allowed herself a big laugh, shoulders sagging as she decided that you weren’t any kind of threat. “How exciting! Come in, darling.”
She guided you inside with a gentle hand on your shoulder, the little girl excitedly introducing herself as Jeon Somi as you were led into the kitchen.
“Let me go get Jungkook,” she said, smirking. “Feel free to make yourself at home.”
As she went off to retrieve her son, you were left alone with sparkly-eyed Somi.
“I like the smell,” she quipped, rocking back and forth in her chair.
“Oh really?” You took a seat next to her, shuffling under the kitchen table. “I bet you’ll like the taste even more.”
Somi grinned, wide and toothy, and you noticed that she was missing a few teeth. Then, she began to yap about her favorite cake flavors.
You tried to be attentive at first, but at some point, your attention started drifting to the house.
It was, if you had to describe it in one word: full.
The refrigerator had dozens of magnets and childish drawings plastered onto it. At the doorframe leading into the kitchen, little marks adorned the sides, coupled with names and ages—a record of Jungkook and Somi’s growth. You noticed that Jungkook grew nearly ten centimeters last year.
The kitchen, like yours, was lived in. But the difference was that you could tell that it was lived in by many people, unlike your kitchen which had your lingering touch alone.
Dishes in the sink from a mom who hadn’t had the time to clean up after breakfast. A half-finished juice box from a chatterbox of a little girl. Coffee spills on the counter from a dad who rushed to work this morning. A stash of chips tucked into a corner for a ravenous, growing teenage boy.
After his mother’s third call, said teenage boy finally appeared, muttering annoyed huffs under his breath as he trudged down the stairs. He was in his lounge wear, which consisted of grey sweatpants and an oversized Spider-man t-shirt.
“What do you want?” he grumbled.
Jungkook’s mother gleamed. “Your friend is here.”
He whirled around to face the kitchen. You waved. He chuckled in disbelief as you sent him a cheeky grin. Then, his eyes zoned in on the box, a flicker of excitement gracing his face before being washed away by his usual stoic expression.
“You actually came,” he said, walking over, impressed.
“I make good on my promises, you know.” You smiled brightly as he approached you and examined the box. “You should have it for dessert.”
Lifting the top of the box, you revealed the crispy, warm goodness, the fruity aroma traveling through the air.
Somi squealed something along the lines of: “can we eat it now?” and Jungkook’s mom trotted over, beaming as she comically wafted towards the tart, admiration evident in the gleam of her eyes.
“We just have to have this for dessert!” She glanced back and forth between you and the shimmering pastry with amazement. “You’re welcome to join us for dinner, sweetheart.”
At first, you were going to decline—the polite thing to do. You wouldn't want to intrude.
But when you looked at Jungkook—his expression somewhere between welcoming and not giving a shit about whether or not you stayed for dinner—you stuttered, unsure of your answer.
Then, with sharp eyes, he let out the tiniest scoff, seemingly amused by your inability to speak. You took it as a challenge.
“I’d… I’d love to stay for dinner.”
Somi squealed again.
And just like that, a new tradition was born.
Every week, or every few days, you’d bring the Jeon’s a new baked treat, sometimes with the recipes from the cookbook, other times your own sugary creations. After a lot of begging and pestering, your dad eventually agreed to meet the Jeon’s instead of holing up in his room with work all the time, and after the first slightly awkward dinner, he felt comfortable enough to socialize weekly because he knew it made you happy.
Nothing particularly riveting happened during dinners themselves, but just the plain simple fact that you’d get to see Jungkook made you giddy. Your conversations were limited by the presence of your families, consisting of only short exchanges while washing dishes or setting the table together. Otherwise, you’d mainly let the parents talk and drag you into conversation.
That was the foundation for you and Jungkook’s friendship: awkward family dinners and stolen glances. They’d bring up embarrassing childhood stories, like Jungkook peeing his pants at the movie theatre during a scary movie, or you running up to hug the trash collecting man because he looked like a cartoon character you used to like.
Somi, however, was always the star of the show. After all, every time someone said something, it was to make her laugh—which she did a lot. That was just how families worked, you learned. The happiness of the youngest was the most important thing. Also, she was your number one customer, always asking for the biggest slice or biggest piece of whatever pastry you’d bring.
(Once, you brought chocolate raspberry jam croissants, and she’d taken the box and hidden it in her room so she could eat it all by herself. She was grounded. You didn’t see her at the next dinner.)
Eventually, you and Jungkook exchanged numbers, something that his mother encouraged so you could update them on your baking endeavors and whatnot.
From that point on, you’d send texts to each other under the dinner table—starting off small with messages like forget what my mom said about the talent show i did last year please. Then, things escalated to talking about things that were completely unrelated to the conversation at hand, doing anything to not be engaging with the parents’ dull chatter.
Favorite movies. Favorite artists. Funny school stories. And so on.
At some point, you and him would get yelled at for being on your phones during dinner, something about always being present and cherishing the moment, and you’d both share an annoyed look of understanding before putting your phones away.
Still, you’d smile so hard your cheeks hurt.
However, you had an inkling that he wasn’t really as excited about these dinners as you were. For Jungkook, you were just a welcome distraction from the boring talk of adults. For you, he was the main event.
Of course, you did other things throughout the summer, too. For one, you went to a seasonal carnival fair with your dad, dragging him to scary rides and overpriced food stalls. You also made it a personal goal to read at least two books a week, becoming a frequent customer of the bookstore across the farmer’s market.
What you were proudest of, however, was creating your very first original cookie recipe—a chewy matcha white chocolate cookie stuffed with strawberry cream cheese. It was a hit, circulating all the way to the neighbors down the block with the help of Mr. and Mrs. Jeon.
But you had to admit: the thing you looked forward to the most was dinner nights with the Jeon’s.
If anyone asked, you’d tell them that you fell in love with the family.
Don’t get it wrong, you loved your dad to bits. But, he was quiet—only loud in his love, and a big part of that was unfortunately hushed by the breast cancer that took your mom many years ago. That was fine. You enjoyed his company and his endless support for your endeavors.
But at the Jeon’s, there was always laughter and warmth, the kind that only existed in families untainted by grief.
Even in silence, you could feel the ghost of a million laughs in every room, the echo bickering of siblings in front of the TV, and the radiant love of two parents thrumming around the home like an insistent, never-ending hug.
It was true. You did love the Jeon family.
However, if you were really, truly honest, the main reason you looked forward to dinners at their house so much was your big, fat crush on Jeon Jungkook himself.
So these dinners, as mundane and forgettable as they might’ve appeared to others, was your secret source of joy.
Two weeks before school started again, your dad was explaining something about the economy while you were zoning out, picking at your slice of cheesecake absentmindedly.
Jungkook, who sat next to you, nudged your knee with his and leaned over.
“Not gonna finish that?” He pointed to your plate with his fork.
“I had too much while I was tasting the batter,” you explained, pushing your plate to him. “Want some?”
He hesitated for half a second—just long enough for you to notice.
“Only because I don’t like wasting food.” He stabbed a piece and popped it in his mouth. “Especially because I’m on dish-washing duty today. Leftover food’s a bitch to deal with.”
“Are you sure it’s not just because you have a sweet tooth?”
His eyes narrowed at you, offended. “I do not.”
It was clear you didn’t believe him.“Sure.”
“I really don’t,” he mumbled under his breath, stabbing another chunk of cake with more force than necessary.
“Okay. Fine.” You dropped it, rolling your eyes.
He went on to finish the entire slice anyways, your dad droning on in the back about real estate or something. But it wasn't like you’d know—you were too busy sneaking glances at Jungkook to really pay attention.
You muffled a giggle watching crumbs pooling at the corner of his mouth as he munched away.
What a liar.
He totally had a sweet tooth.
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synopsis: in your eyes, choi beomgyu is an infestation that clings onto any surface it can find and eventually seeps in, in the form of casual hookups and an insufferable habit of sucking up to you. like all situationships, attachments form and soon you find that you’re going soft
pairing: rodrick coded!beomgyu x regina coded!reader
warnings: making out, mild exhibitionism, phone sex (kinda? beomgyu is calling someone else while getting jerked off lol), degradation, mostly sub!gyu, fluff + smut, beomgyu is a warning of his own, kind of fwb but minus the friends part lol, MINORS DNI
word count: 4.2k
notes: rahhhhhhhh i lowkenuinely NEED someone to bully me the way reader bullies gyu what does one need to do to get absolutely ruined by a hot girl 🫦+ this one has fluff and smut lol but i’m ass at writing smut so pls don’t judge + hope u enjoy <3!
he’s the kind of boy you’d put on your walls.
trophy boyfriend, loser/lover, poster boy.
he has the looks, you’ll give him that. his voice is okay when he’s not screaming. he acts super dumb all the time but he’s probably smarter than that. you sit next to him in humanities, and he glances at you whenever the teacher’s not looking.
yeah, you could see it. pretty little loser.
well, maybe not. he acts like one, though.
he plays guitar and he hates octopus and you think it’s probably weird that you know so much random stuff about him. so what? it’s not like you like him.
he dyes his hair a lot, and he has a pet bird, and he’s just stupid choi beomgyu.
you don’t even know why you’re writing this. it’s not even a crush.
yeah, whatever.
“wanna fuck?”
he wriggles his way into your room somehow, plopped on your bed.
“yeah, no,” you scoff, “i don’t want any of this–”
you gesture at him vaguely, fingers swiggling through the air dismissively, “--even remotely close to me.”
“baby–”
“don’t call me that.”
“[nameeeeeeeeeee], i’ve slept in your dorm,” he whines, legs kicking off the side of your bed, “you hid me in the closet after curfew, does that mean nothing to you??????”
“doesn’t count,” you riposte, eyeing the shoes still on his feet scathingly, “and take off your damn shoes, you’re defiling my sacred place.”
“whatever,” he grumbles, slipping off your blankets and trudging to the little shoe rack at the entrance, “can we at least make out or something?”
“ugh, don’t be such a freak,” you roll your eyes, swiveling your chair around specifically to judge him, “is sex seriously all you think about?”
“of course not,” he protests, placing his shoes neatly next to yours, “i think about, like, music and you and stuff.”
“besides,” he continues with an easy smirk; his confidence is only hot sometimes. other times it’s an absolute pain in the ass, “you say that as if you don’t play just as big of a role in this relationship.”
“we are not in a relationship,” you snort.
“okay, situationship,” he mutters. you can tell he’s a bit unhappy with such a perfunctory label.
he lapses into silence and you return your attention to your revision notes for your physics exam. beomgyu stays firmly rooted to your bed, hugging a few of your plushies and aiming puppy-dog eyes at the back of your head.
you glance back, after a while, returning his googly gaze with an unimpressed one. he’s wearing a choker today, hair tidy for once considering what he normally does in your dorm, plush lips set in a little pout again.
…
“fine.” you leave your chair, giving him an unashamed once-over as you approach him, “we can make out. just don’t inhale me or anything, that takes way too long and i’ll have to shove you in a closet again.”
he really is like a dog, in the way he practically pounces on you. his lips find yours desperately, hands slipping up your top.
he’s so greedy, teeth sinking into your lower lip before his tongue’s slipping into your mouth.
a breathy gasp escapes you, fingers curling into his hair and pulling him closer. beomgyu gives a low whine when you tug on it harshly, his hands leaving your waist from beneath your shirt.
he can be obedient, occasionally.
you can tell when he starts forgetting your instructions, he keeps nudging you towards the bed. he’s kissing you so sloppily; he’s been dreaming about this for days, hasn’t he?
your mind goes a bit fuzzy when he pulls away from you with a string of spit that his tongue swipes over, and you almost pull him back to you before the world spins back into clarity.
“wanna fuck now?” he pants, lips all glossy from you.
he’s leaning over you, drinking in the sight of you sprawled beneath him.
you swat at him half-heartedly, “okay, get out of my dorm. be grateful i let you kiss me at all.”
he’s too high off your taste to object, complying readily for once. you push him off you and towards the door.
“thank you, baby,” he chirps obnoxiously, trying to lean in for another kiss.
“don’t call me that,” you shove him irritatedly, eventually relenting and giving him a quick peck before shooing him off.
he takes his sweet time to leave, finally parading off with a ebullient spring in his step. dork.
you close the door with a demure slam, for the sake of self-respect, letting out a quiet scoff.
idiot.
you don’t even know why you keep him around. his facecard is genuinely the only thing saving him.
that, and he’s not nearly as stupid as he likes to make himself seem.
…
actually, you take that back.
“hey!” you poke your head out of your room, “you left your shoes, you–”
“...dumbass.”
he hasn’t gotten very far yet, and you can still clearly decipher the heart he forms with his hands raised above his head as he skips away like a little unicorn princess.
“mine now!” you call out without thinking, resisting the urge to send the pair reeling towards him. your aim sucks, but you could probably nail him with one of them.
even with his back towards you, you can tell he’s grinning.
stupid loser lover
you almost flip him off, before you are reminded that i) he can’t even see you, ii) you’re carrying the asshole’s shoes, and iii) his tongue was in your mouth, like, less than a minute ago.
you question briefly when your dignity had started crumbling to such a low, before you inevitably accept your fate and close the door once more.
“are you dating beomgyu?”
sakura bumps her shoulder into yours, eyebrows waggling in that slightly impressive but also slightly concerning way.
“i would hope not,” you scoff, “why, has he been trying to convince you to ship us or something?”
sakura hums, “maybe…”
“it’s been working~” she sing-songs.
sakura glances at a table a few across, prompting you to follow her line of sight involuntarily.
beomgyu’s laughing too loud again, head tipped back, hair falling into his eyes. he sounds like a donkey.
someone from his linear algebra class is sitting across from him, leaning in like she’s known him longer than five minutes.
she hasn’t.
you know this because you know everything about him. unfortunately.
“so he does have a girlfriend,” sakura murmurs, “for what it’s worth, you were too good for him anyway.”
you huff, “you’re only realizing that now?”
from a distance you can only hear bits and pieces of beomgyu’s conversation. it’s nothing personal; you learn quite a lot about people through eavesdropping. the knowledge isn’t always valuable.
“you’re so funny!” the girl teases, reaching out to touch his arm, and you almost choke. she’s a bit flushed, probably off that high of adrenaline.
funny. right.
you look away, sighing as sakura’s round boba eyes bore into you immediately, “what?”
“nothing, nothing,” she assures you, a little happily. it reminds you of how she acts reading her online fanfiction, “you just seem a bit annoyed.”
“i’m just hungry,” you tell her, keeping your gaze fluctuated between sakura and your food.
“oop— he’s looking,” she ducks her head away quickly, pretending to pick at her food. knowing beomgyu, he’s probably drilling holes into your skull waiting for your reaction, “also, you’re not fooling me. you’re definitely jealous.”
“whether i’m jealous or not—which i’m not—is not of relevance here,” you answer, unamused, “besides, it doesn’t even matter! as long as i have you it’s more than enough.”
“not for me,” she smiles smugly, preening with her little puppet strings of matchmaking, “i want a rom-com to eat popcorn to, if i’m stuck with you.”
“if I’m acting in it i expect to be paid,” you retort.
“you will be paid in mine and beomgyu’s love and affection,” she responds cheekily, quite literally inching her cheek towards yours.
your gaze finally darts back to beomgyu out of habit. he locks eyes with you immediately. he always looks to check.
he smirks at you, gesturing subtly at the girl with his head.
two can play that game. you give him the one thing he despises: a scoff of your own and radio silence.
if his weapon is provocation, yours is indifference.
game. set. match.
the girl’s name is winter. you meet her formally when you’re assigned to tutor her.
“is it weird that i never thought you were smart?” winter queries, a bit too bluntly for your taste as you arrange the table with textbooks and stationary.
“that’s a bit rude,” you give that downward smile, frowning slightly.
her eyes widen, “no, no, not like that! i meant like, i always thought you were super pretty and i don’t know many people who are pretty and smart, you know?”
you give a laugh, resisting the urge to place a hand on her head. she’s cute, enough to disarm you into wanting to treat her like a kid, “so are you.”
“i’m the one being tutored,” she counters, peering at you a little abashedly, “so I wouldn’t really call myself smart.”
“come on, it’s one subject! we all have our weaknesses,” you settle for squeezing her shoulder steadily, smiling easily, “besides, you have the greatest tutor in the world; literature’ll be like blinking to you soon.”
“yeah, yep, let’s do this!” she nods fervently, blinking a few times in quick succession.
you pause, succumbing to a laugh once more, “i reminded you to consciously blink, didn’t i?”
“you just did,” she gives a little pout.
“oops, sorry.”
she’s quite a diligent pupil, actually. she color-codes her notes with different pens and hums quietly when she’s scanning over passages.
her tune ends up being an earworm by the end of the session, and even with the song ringing through your head you forget to ask her what it is as she’s leaving.
“…alright, so same time and place next week. I’ll give you my number, if you need anything just text or call me.”
you walk her out of the library, typing your number into her phone. as you save it, you glimpse a ‘beomgyu’ in her contacts.
you give the phone back to her, “see you around, then?”
winter smiles shyly, “see you!”
she rounds the corner as you turn back to where you were before, the little clutter of a table. halfway through the session you had received a text of, ‘wait for me there’ and decided out of the goodness of your heart to stay and wait.
you check some of your notifications. your socials are blowing up with their usual activity; people liking your posts, sakura and ryujin spamming you with their for you page, giselle asking if there’s any homework.
your emails are mainly pinterest and a few online subscriptions. your weverse is a flood of goddesses, your photos is panicking about its full storage, beomgyu is continuously texting you updates every two seconds on how close he is to arriving.
5:41 pm
beomgyu: outside rn
you glance at the entrance and sure enough, a familiar grin and head of messy hair is parked there.
“what do you want?” you greet, as he shuffles up to you.
“soooo?” he starts, smiling in that childishly expectant way, like when a kid scribbles yarn or something and expects you to compliment it. just like with kids, you still do it.
“…what do you want to hear?”
“are you jealous?” he asks innocuously, shifting from foot to foot.
“no,” you answer firmly, “she’s quite cute. maybe i would’ve been jealous if you could actually pull her.”
“i did!” he replies, eyebrows setting petulantly, “she laughed at my purposely bad joke and she thinks my band is cool.”
“purposely?” you snort.
“really, that’s what you’re fixating on here?”
you shrug, “i mean, she acted that way around me too. i doubt she was flirting with you.”
“well, maybe she likes both of us,” he proffers, a little sulkily.
“no,” you deny, “actually, maybe? I don’t know.”
“nevertheless,” you continue, “you’re not going to get the ego boost you want, gyu.”
he parts his lips to speak, before he falters.
“…gyu?” he questions.
“what?” you cross your arms, “you don’t like it?”
“no, no,” he shakes his head wildly, a wobbly smile distorting his expression, “it’s just… you never call me that.”
he always mulls the weirdest things.
“whatever.”
you start to walk out and he steps into pace beside you. you suppose he’s walking you home again. to your slight surprise, he rounds the corner as well.
you don’t bother to bid him goodbye. he’ll probably break into your dorm later on anyway.
5:53 pm
gyu: were u at least a bit jealous
gyu: my ego hasn’t been boosted enough for the day
[nickname]: loser
[nickname]: if it makes u shut up then yeah a bit
gyu: yippee :D
gyu: can i come over
gyu: i just walked the other way so i wouldn’t seem too needy
[nickname]: sure ig
[nickname]: u can come get your shoes from last time
gyu: <3
“answer it,” you tell him.
beomgyu bites his lip harshly, catching over a ‘shit’ when you circle the tip of his cock with your thumb, “i-it’s one of the girls in my class.”
“which one? chaewon? seori?” your other hand finds his neck, sliding your index through his choker, “actually, it doesn’t matter. pick it up.”
you can feel his adam’s apple bob against your hand as he swallows thickly, bringing the phone to his ear with trembling fingers and accepting the call.
“hello?” he breathes.
speaker, you mouth.
“hiiiii, gyu,” chaewon’s voice rings out brightly.
“hey,” he manages, fingers digging into his phone case when you wrap your lips around his cock, “what’s ah up?”
she laughs quietly, “nothing, really. i just wanted to check in on you.”
“oh, mm,” he forces himself up halfway, leaning against the headboard. his cock hits the back of your throat, and you choke a little, salivating around his length, “that’s, uh– fuck.”
“are you okay?”
“yeah, yeah,” he bites down his whimpers, hips rocking subtly into your mouth, “sorry, what were you saying?”
god, it’s so hard to focus with the way your lips are around him, warm and wet and sinful–
chaewon gives a sigh, “listen, can i be honest with you for a second? i’m not– this isn’t really just me checking in.”
he’s close, sliding back down on the bed as he struggles to keep upright. you can feel the way his thighs tense around your head, the little noises he can’t bite back.
“s-sure, of course,” his fingers find your hair, curling into your locks, “did something happen?”
“it’s a bit hard to say,” chaewon lets out a half-hearted, mostly heavy huff of laughter, “you’re, um, really cute and i’ve never really had the courage to ask this before, but you seemed, y’know, interested in me with all your jokes and stuff, and i guess what i’m trying to say is, do you have a girlfriend?”
if beomgyu wasn’t pooling all of his energy in trying to cum soundlessly, he would probably flaunt his victory to you. see, the girls like my jokes! winter did like me! blah blah blah blah blah.
it’s all mush to him right now, when you gaze up at him coquettishly and suck. his jaw snaps up, teeth stuttering as his fingers tug at your hair, unable to suppress the quiet string of whines he lets out, cock weeping in your mouth. he thinks he might pass out, chaewon’s voice blaring in his ears and your lips around him.
“a-ah, it’s complicated,” his tongue rattles independent of his brain, voice breaking a little, “it’s, uhm, like a situationship, we’re not really– jesus.”
you fondle his balls gently, pace slowing as you run your tongue along the underside of his cock.
“...is this a bad time?” chaewon asks hesitantly. beomgyu barely processes her words, only a faint, quickly forgotten realization that she’s probably caught on.
he can’t answer, not when your mouth is suddenly replaced with your other hand, stroking him mean, his cock coated with precum and spit. his phone slips from his fingers, onto the rug next to your bed with a quiet thud. he’s uncaring of the noises he’s making now, broken moans slipping past his lips, nearly bitten raw.
he can’t even keep his eyes open, but when he musters the strength to meet yours there’s something almost possessive consuming your gaze. you really were jealous, he registers faintly. it’s like a prize he’s always sought, the saccharine honey rain of praise washing over him.
“m’ so close, please, just a little more,” tears start to form, the humiliation tightening in beomgyu’s stomach when he hears the quiet click of chaewon hanging up, quickly overridden by thoughtless depravity when the coil in his stomach snaps and he’s gone, cum splattering all over your hand and your chest. he’s rutting pathetically into your fist through his orgasm.
“fuck, fuck, it’s so good, so good,” he murmurs deliriously, “thank you, baby, thank you, mm.”
you get off him, muttering quiet insults that he doesn’t fully process. something along the lines of ‘fucking disgusting, getting off to that’ and ‘such a freak, are you really into that shit?’
yes, beomgyu decides with the little cognizance he has left, he is.
he’s still blissed out on your bed when you return from the bathroom, makeup re-touched and looking as pristine as those zoomed-in 4K photos of diamonds.
“is my lip gloss smudged? i couldn’t fix all of it in time.”
you dab at your mouth lightly, turning your face in your dresser mirror to assess the remaining extent of damages.
beomgyu doesn’t even bother straightening up. he’s learned the hard way that him thinking you look good is fundamentally different from your standards.
“probably,” he mumbles, still only half-awake, “i only see you when it’s smudged.”
you cast him a dismayed glance through the mirror, “oh my god, just– do i look like we just fucked?”
he hauls himself up slowly, leaning forward to see your reflection, “no.”
“good,” you huff, “i do not need other people seeing me like that.”
“oh, in that case, yes.” his energy returns miraculously, out of the blue, as he immediately slides off your bed.
“you’re just saying that because you don’t want me to go out.”
“...yeah.”
it could be his imagination, but he sometimes he feels like you’re a bit nicer after sex. maybe you get too tired to keep bullying him. either way he’s got nothing to complain about, except…
“why can’t you stay with me?” he pouts.
“because,” you glance at him pointedly, “i actually have friends to spend time with.”
“i have friends too!”
“go game with them, then.”
he ‘hmphs’ quietly. you peer back, really look at him for a moment.
there’s that tired gleam in his eyes, that quiet satisfaction. he smiles a little dumbly when you reach out to cup his face, nails curling into his hair.
huh. you’re getting soft.
“if you wait long enough, i might come back early,” you flick his cheek.
“really?”
“heh, probably not. i just wanna see how long you’d wait.”
he drapes himself over you in retaliation, “don’t wanna wait. stay here.”
you falter, tensing in his arms. you should already be at that party, kissing random friends for dares and taking Instagram photos with promiscuous captions
…
quite long, you come to find out, when you find him face-down in your bed past midnight.
“jesus,” you mutter, trying to haul him up. his prostrate form refuses to budge. screw it. you’ll go shower first and deal with him after.
the stupid parasite scores himself a night in your bed somehow, blinking blearily at you as you finally return to bed and let him be, lying down next to him facing away.
“[nickname]?” his nose finds the crook of your neck drowsily, voice a little thick with sleep.
you shush him reluctantly, a little tense in his arms. it’s strange to have him here, next to you. sure, you fuck or whatever, but knowing someone in bed is different from knowing them sleeping in it.
he murmurs in his sleep against your shoulder, hair tickling your neck. his voice always sounds a bit sleepy, in that warm way, but here it’s amplified. you rarely let him sleep over, only on rare occasions like his birthday or when he’s sick and pestering him to take care of you and–
fuck.
choi beomgyu is your boyfriend.
“fine,” you relent, after a long hard silence of sakura dawdling expectantly.
“what?” she bats her eyes suggestively.
“...you’ll be getting a rom-com to watch after all,” you begrudge, forcing out the words like they’re sour.
“i know,” sakura glances over your shoulder, where beomgyu is staring all lovey-dovey from behind, “he’s been making goo-goo eyes at you for the past few minutes. why don’t you let him sit with us for lunch?”
you glance back as well, where beomgyu is indeed drooling with his eyes. yeonjun, taehyun, soobin and hueningkai have all left already, and you suppose your boyfriend has lingered with the sole purpose of waiting until you’re done with your meal.
maybe it’s because of the way he smiles at you like a puppy or how soft his hair looks; it doesn’t matter. you wave him over.
“i can’t wait to go on double dates together,” sakura sighs dreamily, “i just have to pull taehyun out of his magic tricks and we’re all set.”
“yeah, isn’t his magic so dorky?” beomgyu snorts, settling in next to you, “we can go laugh at stuff he’s bad at together.”
“is there anything he’s bad at?” you query, letting beomgyu link his pinky with yours beneath the table.
“probably not,” sakura admits, “sometimes i don’t know if i want to be him or be with him.”
“you’re already with him,” you shrug, “may as well take the next step. between the two of us, you’re the only one who has a boyfriend worth becoming.”
beomgyu pouts, “what’s that supposed to mean?!”
“you’re proving my point.”
you pick at the kernels of rice still left on your plate, ultimately opting to sacrifice them in favor of fooling around for the few minutes left of your lunch break.
“where do you want to go?” you ask. beomgyu’ll probably say something dorky like ‘i’ll go anywhere as long as you’re there’ and sakura will probably say something like ‘convenience store for snacks and then you’ll probably reply with something like “let’s go” or “sure” or maybe “let’s stay forever (derogatory).”
it’s not a bad place to be.
“god, you’re pathetic,” you pant.
you’re straddling him, knees on either side of his chest. he’s practically drooling by the time you lean down, gripping his chin harshly.
“fuck,” he blubbers eloquently, teeth digging into your finger clumsily, “fuck, m’sorry.”
“for what?” your nails are crescent moons in his skin. his head spins, “good boys shouldn’t need to be sorry.”
“no– mhm, not a good boy,” he exhales shakily, “been bad, m’sorry.”
He goes slack-jawed for a moment when you slap him. to your surprise, and mild horror, he whimpers; not the pained, fragile kind. no, the full-bodied kind that he makes when he’s close.
“fucking freak,” you degrade, barely holding back a gasp when his saliva coats your fingers, “you’re pathetic.”
he responds with parted lips and an irrepressible reverence in his gaze. god, he’s depraved.
you force him up halfway. he’s already a goner by the time you kiss him, spilling into his pants.
beomgyu’s pliant beneath you, blissed out as you get off of him.
“disgusting,” you mutter, but he’s too euphoric to care. he thinks you go to the bathroom, maybe to wash your hands.
he barely processes it when you return with a camera, rather than clean hands.
you hold it up, the faint beginnings of a smirk starting in your eyes.
“smile for the camera, gyu.”
he has to be dreaming, because there’s no way so many of his fantasies could be getting fulfilled in one day. he forgets that it’s his birthday, forgets that he practically begged you on his knees to indulge his kinks just this once.
‘i want you to be really mean to me, you know? really get in there and ruin me.’
“happy birthday.”
“what’s something that always makes you happy?”
giselle asks you this as an offhand remark some random Tuesday, and for some reason it is the very question that plays through your mind as you watch the rain falling before the window of your dorm. it changes with your mind.
sometimes your answer is the pictures of beomgyu on your phone, or sakura choking on ice cream after laughing too hard or maybe watching taehyun and yeonjun and soobin and hueningkai and beomgyu fail at cooperating in multiplayer matches or the promise of better days or simply the prospect of having sources of happiness at all.
but for now, you like to consider your happiness dependent upon nameable things, like the boy curled against you and your heart in your arms.
what a loser, you think, but you can’t tell if you’re referring to beomgyu or yourself anymore.
what a loser, you think, of him this time.
“your loser,” he murmurs, hair tickling your neck.
I never knew I needed Rodrick coded!Beomgyu and Regina coded!reader THIS WAS SO SO SO GOOD!!! The smut was amazing #subbeomgyuforever and the fluff ugghhhhhhh. Never getting over this. ♡
alpha!taehyun x fem omega!reader (part 1)(part 2)(part 3)(part 4)
warnings: SMUT! ALL things a/b/o, p in v, suggestive jokes, attempt at comedy & crack, tyun's penis referred to as a magic stick, inner conflict (a little), seduction, heavy petting, making out, dry humping, teasing, oral (f.rec), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation (tyun is hungry), he's in pre-rut, kitchen sex, implied shower sex, unprotected sex (don't!), tyun goes deep again, tummy bulge, talks about rut, talks about lovemaking, nipping & biting, marking (hickeys!), squirting, possessiveness, praise, begging, crying, reader discovers she has a breeding kink, talks about contraceptives, pull-out method (be responsible!), strength kink, fluff, confessions!
wc: 11.7k! (i have no words)
scznote: a little bit of tyun's pov sprinkled in there! may contain errors! enjoy, my lovelies!
"well, his excuse was utter bullshit"
"your father and those elders of yours knew you'd have to spend hours with him. besides, your pack has like, six main alphas that can step up. we don't go through this leadership training shit for nothing", yeonjun seethes on the other side of the call
"that's true. i'm glad you didn't let them blindside you, y/n", beomgyu adds. it's followed by a light chuckle, "you certainly put those luna skills to use"
"i just couldn't take it anymore. i'm super glad i'm completely moving out of my father's house too, it's been long overdue for me to find a place of my own. even if he's never home and always at that pack house", you sigh, taking a bite of the syrupy sweet, glazed pancakes you'd finished making not too long ago, you stand in taehyun's kitchen, leaning over his counter as you debrief your two friends on the eventful night you had
true to sunoo's words, you could not stand on your own two legs this morning
the shaky limbs had truly felt like jelly when you rose from taehyun's bed with questionable success – after he'd kissed your forehead and said he's leaving for the gym – and that you could sleep in however long you needed
you had opened your phone and looked up: how to get rid of bambi legs
the stretches and remedies were more effective than you anticipated and you were able to make yourself mobile around taehyun's apartment in no time
the instruction was also clear: no intercourse for the next forty-eight hours
aside from looking up aftercare and bodily recovery, you found yourself researching the weight in your chest, the stirring there that was unfamiliar to you – that was only getting bigger, especially after last night
is it possible to fall in love with your alpha within the span of three days?
there were many theories and comments – testimonies. specialists unanimously affriming that alphas and omegas can, in fact, fall in love in the span of a few days. especially if the bond is pursued immediately and with purpose
and god, taehyun had not wasted any time, certainly not lacking in pursuit or purpose
you had read the lot, along with an article that caught your attention
alphas who frequent the gym often have an "intensified libido"
pink had tinted your cheeks as your eyes skimmed over phrases and words like: “increased testosterone results in constant readiness”, “the body stays dangerously charged for hours after”, and then a comment that had read: "my alpha can go for longer periods of time! seriously, hours and hours! i can barely keep up some days!”
it all had your face tinting a deeper shade of pink, your thighs pressing together. you briefly wondered if taehyun would return home with the same...appetite
you're snapped out of your thoughts when your friends hum in agreement, beomgyu huffing out another chuckle
"on the other hand, congrats on finding your mates, losers! welcome to the club"
you beam, "thanks, gyu! i honestly thought i would never— wait a second..." trailing off, you gasp, "yeonjun, does that mean–?"
their overlapping, endearing laughs echo through the speaker of your phone and the aforementioned alpha makes a sound of confirmation
"no way! congratulations, yeonjun! this is huge!" you squeal, unable to contain the utter joy bursting through you, bouncing on the balls of your feet and clapping your hands
"thanks, man. i still can't wrap my head around it either", he sighs dreamily
"how've things been going? what's she like?" you question excitedly and yeonjun coughs
"she's– well, we're still...figuring things out", he says, clearing his throat
this is the first time you hear yeonjun being nervous about something – ever. you suppose the whole mate and commitment thing still has to grow on him. still, if the moon goddess saw fit to give him a mate, you believe he's going to get the hang of it sooner or later
"don't be too worried, yeonjun. everything will fall into place. we're here if you need anything, okay?"
"thanks, guys", he says and you hear the smile in his voice. "i've got two relationship experts on my side now"
"can you guys believe it? we all met our mates in like, the same month", beomgyu thinks out loud. "i don't know, i just think that's super cool"
"well, it was about time. i'm so happy for you two, seriously", you muse and then you pause. "hey yeonjun, why did beomgyu know and i didn't?"
"first of all, i called you and i texted you—"
"what? no you didn't– oh..." your objection dies down as you check your call log, two missed call notifications from yeonjun staring back at you in glaring red indicators
"i'm sorry," you say, pout evident in your voice. "i just got busy– well, everything got busy"
something about the chuckle yeonjun lets out makes you suspicious. it feels mischievous and devious and it's confirmed when he teases, "yeah, you got busy...with taehyun"
you don't need to see him to know that he's wiggling his eyebrows on the other side of the phone
a flush takes over your face and beomgyu mumbles, "still can't believe that guy's your mate"
your eyes narrow. it's not the first time today that beomgyu's made a cheeky little comment under his breath every time the alpha has been mentioned
"beomgyu, what is your problem with taehyun?" you ask, huffing through your nose as you shove another fork-full of pancakes in your mouth
yeonjun's cackling evilly before he can even stop himself, "oh, you don't know? i found out just the other day"
"don't know what?" you ask tentatively, shifting your weight from foot to foot
"taehyun popped beomgyu's mate's cherry!" yeonjun snorts and breaks out into another cackle before he even finishes the sentence – a long, drawn out groan emitting from beomgyu
your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets and you almost choke on the piece of pancake in your mouth, swallowing quickly, "what?!" you squeak, slapping your hand on the counter as your double over in disbelief, clutching your tummy
"yup!" he pops the 'p', "spent her first heat together and everything"
"no way, you're lying! this is too funny, i can't—", you laugh, gasping for air. "so that's what's got you all ticked off, gyu?"
beomgyu, again mumbles something under his breath and you almost miss it – something along the lines of that magician fucker. you take that as your opportunity to provoke him just a touch more
"oh beomgyu, i'm sure she had a great time...if what happened between him and i last night is anything to go by", you taunt, voice syrupy sweet, letting the implication linger
"mmh, she got a taste of the magic stick, huh? must've been fun", yeonjun muses, snorting immediately after
"fuck both of you" beomgyu draws out, exasperated
"please, i can't fucking breathe!" you holler and the two alphas gasp, chaos erupting through your poor cellphone's speaker
"hold the phone!" yeonjun interjects, "since when do you curse, girly!?"
"take that back! undo what you said, right now!" beomgyu screams with mock dramatic outrage
"grab the soap, dude! we need to clean out that dirty mouth!"
your tummy hurts from laughing so much and when the chaos finally dies down, you manage, while still catching your breath, "i guess– after last night i don't really care anymore. i just hated it because my father used to curse a lot, that's all. i'm suprised he kept it together at the meeting", you exhale, fanning yourself with your hand. "and let's forget about the soap, please", you cringe
"after last night?" yeonjun asks, a low whistle follows. uh-oh, you know that tone. "wow, that good, huh? he's seriously got you dick-whipped already?"
you gasp, flushing about fifty shades of pink and red
"can we please stop talking about this guy's dick?" beomgyu groans
"i mean, he definitely knows how to use it if she's—"
"guys!" you bring their speculations to an end. "i meant after the meeting, not after...nevermind", you trail off, stuffing your mouth with another piece of pancake
"yeah, yeah. lie all you want. we know the truth" yeonjun clicks his tongue and a heavy sigh emits from beomgyu's end of the line
you chuckle, the flush on your cheeks refusing to dissipate. "on a more serious note, beomgyu", you start and the alpha hums. "i think you and taehyun are going to become the best of friends. you guys have a lot in common"
"over my dead body" he huffs and yeonjun scoffs, "it's inevitable at this point, dude. besides, he's a really cool guy"
"more like a really hot guy, if you ask me—" another exasperated groan cuts off your teasing. "y/n, get the fuck off of this phone right now, you little—"
"b-beomie– i need—" you faintly hear an omega on the other side of beomgyu's line. her voice is groggy and soft and you and yeonjun pick up on the way beomgyu's breathing changes, along with his shuffling
"well, that's my cue!" he chirps and the smirk in his voice is evident. "i'll talk to you guys later in the week when my baby's heat is over. duty calls!" – that's the last thing he says before the call goes dead on his end
you hear the front door open and close and your back straightens
"duty seems to be calling for you too, girl", yeonjun teases and a nervous little chuckle bubbles out of your chest. "we'll catch up later again soon and i'll tell you everything, yeah? see ya!"
"sounds good! see ya, yeonjun", you echo his words and the call finally comes to an end
you smell him before you see him: beachy, citrusy and hot – and he's on you in seconds
a pair of solid arms wrap around your waist. his head dips, lips meeting the skin of your neck, peppering kisses down the nape
"morning, sweetheart"
his voice is low, sultry – betraying his true intentions and your knees become a little wobbly
the body heat that radiates off of him is intoxicating and pure omegan instinct takes over you before you can think, arching your back as you lean into his touch
"good morning, taehyun..." your breath hitches as he nips and drags his teeth over the skin of your neck. "i– uhm– i made breakfast"
the words pan out into a wanton murmur when his arms tighten around you, pressing you back against his hardness
taehyun's eyes open momentarily to glance at the perfect stack of pancakes you had plated for him, mouth not stopping on your neck. "looks amazing, sweetheart...but i'm hungry for something a little different", he rasps, voice dripping with desire
oh, you gulp, so the article definitely wasn't lying
your brain turns into mush when a skilled, purposeful hand slips beneath the hem of your – his – sweatpants, dipping under your panties
a smirk manifests itself against your nape upon the first touch to your folds. you're already soaking for him and he hasn't even done anything yet, he gloats to himself
the motion is gentle and languid when his fingers collect some of the arousal trickling from your entrance, dragging it up to your sensitive little bundle of nerves where he immediately begins drawing precise circles
a soft gasp escapes your throat before you can stop it
god, he's doing it in the exact way he knows drives you crazy
your hand settles on his forearm and the hard, corded muscle working beneath your fingertips only serves to further weaken you in the knees. he presses a little harder, applying more pressure
"tae—hyun–" your voice breaks on a moan of his name, your hand on the counter curling into a tight fist until the knuckles turn white, head falling back on his shoulder
you try hard to resist him, but your alpha is already two steps ahead – taking full advantage of the knowledge that you have a thing for his hands, smoothly gliding over and caressing your clit that begins to pulse under his ministrations
he doesn't know what's got you so hesitant this morning when you were all over him, begging for him just last night – and the night before
he's determined to coax you open
hot, bothered and worked up doesn't even begin to describe you as taehyun murmurs low in your ear all of the things he wants to do with you
"c'mon, sweetheart. you could barely walk yesterday. let me make it better, ease you up"
you have no time to mull over the loaded suggestion – especially not when his fingers speed up a little, the evidence of your cracking restraint dripping all over the relentless, unwavering digits
"god– taehyun, okay", you finally give in with a whimper and he turns you around
your breath hitches as he effortlessly lifts you onto the counter, the muscles of his arms rippling and flexing beneath the sleeves of his black compression shirt
he's quick to take off the sweats, leaving you in nothing but his shirt and your lacy panties
you pause, taking him in and – fucking hell
the compression shirt he's wearing hugs his torso in all the right places, stretching especially tight over his chest and biceps
you exhale a slow breath, god, it accentuates his shoulders so well too, you swoon. they look good enough to bite on, to drool on, to cry on as he fucks you stupid
focus, y/n! you try telling yourself. the article said to wait at least forty-eight hours before having intercourse again
just looking at him is pure torture and you nearly moan admiring him fully. the moon goddess just had to give you the sexiest, most irresistible alpha alive, didn't she?
you just can't say no to him – not when he looks like this, talks like this, feels like this. his scent is much stronger too. the notes of sapphire and mandarin burn heavy with arousal. he smells like hot sex on a scorching beach day and your head spins
taehyun parts your thighs without much resistance as he steps between them, taking your lips with his
you push back on his shoulders, doing a double take, gaze fixated at the top of his head this time. "you got a haircut", you note out loud, grateful that your voice did not betray your needy state
"yeah, you like it?" he smiles, perfect set of fangs on display and those silly dimples protude – the little hollows that made you coo when you first saw them, but now only serve to make you melt – hands warm and restless, trailing along and kneading the soft skin of your thighs
he had gone to get this stupid, irresistible haircut – an undercut, might you add – before he went to the gym this morning, having taken a shower after. you know it, because you can smell his body wash on him – strong, masculine and borderline submission-inducing
your hands reach up, brushing through the longer strands at the top, smoothing your palms over the now shorter hair on the back and the sides – your ovaries scream at this point when your eyes meet his again, obsidian irises lazor focused on your lips
"i love it." you tell him – and your voice indeed betrays you this time
your alpha rewards you with another triumphant smile, wasting no time in slotting his lips together with yours again, tongue slipping in your mouth
god, you love the way taehyun kisses you – he kisses you like you're the best thing he's ever tasted
you haven't decided yet if it's the way he tucks your hair behind your ear and cups your face, or the way he wraps an arm around your waist to draw you impossibly closer, or the way he groans into your mouth when you reciprocate and your hands desperately clutch onto his shoulders
it's hot and intense and passionate – and it all makes your heart do somersaults, your ovaries not far behind. they burn with desire when he pulls away momentarily to whisper reverently against your lips:
"you're so beautiful, so sexy. i just want to take you right on this counter" – before he claims your lips again
oh god, your self-control's hanging on by a mere thread now
you whimper into his mouth, his words making your head spin
something changes in the way he kisses you now. his tongue drags heavier against yours, plump lips smacking louder against yours too when he angles his head to kiss you deeper – filthier
the kiss grows more heated by the second, low moans and grunts carrying softly through his kitchen. both your hands are everywhere:
yours – cupping his jaw, feeling the flex of it under your palm as his mouth ravishes yours. you glide them down past his shoulders until you brush over his defined pecs. his heart pounds, matching with your own beneath the firm muscle
his – greedily cupping your breasts, gripping your waist and finally smoothing over the swell of your hips. it's when he slithers them downward and grabs handfuls of your ass, nearly lifting you off the counter that you gasp and squeak into his mouth that devours yours – because he's grinding you right against his strained length and it drags perfectly over your delicate little bundle of nerves
the few layers of clothes between you do little to conceal it – he's thick and throbbing and you pulse at the feel of him
if it feels so goddamn good, how are you possibly supposed to wait another forty-eight hours? you lament to yourself
your omega purrs inside of you, urging you to give in, to give your alpha what he wants – what he's so clearly demanding for
taehyun's incessant mouth migrates to your jaw and you gasp for air. he nuzzles into the skin of your neck before playfully biting down right on your scent gland and a loud, shameless noise somewhere between surpise and pleasure spills put of you
you clench painfully around nothing, the emptiness of your cunt beginning to ache the more he plays with you. the warm, wet muscle of his tongue snakes out to soothe his bite before he sucks another mark into that exact sweet spot and you mewl – the sensation sending tingles right down to your clit that's begging for more of his attention once again
the kisses against the curve of your throat are loud and obscene, laced with the intent of making your arousal for him unbearable, to drive you wild
as if reading your mind, that same sly hand slips under your panties again, running the pads of his fingers over your slicked folds – you let him
he sucks more possessive marks onto your neck – you let him
he rasps seductively against your ear, "c'mon sweetheart", hyper aware of the fact that you're panting now, whimpering at the sound of his voice. it's dipped in silk, desire and heat when he continues, "let alpha take your panties off and make you feel good" – and you let him
because it's taehyun – and you find that you can never and will never be able to resist him. you instinctively lift your hips for him as he slides the lace down your legs and you remove his shirt from your body in one motion, leaving you bare before him
you don't miss the way his dark eyes give you an unhurried once over
"such a good girl" he praises and your omega keens. "now sit back for me. relax"
a gentle hand on your chest coaxes you to lower yourself on the surface of the counter and you obey, resting back on your elbows as you take deep breaths
taehyun's head dips, lips brushing featherlight kisses from your collarbone to your sternum, making their way down between the valley of your breasts to your belly button where he begins lowering himself to the kitchen floor
logic and reason far outrun you as his fingers caress up and down the feverish skin of your inner thighs – almost ticklish, making you squirm
the first kiss to the inside of your knee makes you bite down on your tongue, hard. he greedily inhales the wisps of vanilla wafting temptingly from your center
his lips trace a scorching little trail down your inner thigh, occasional bites and nips inflicted onto the soft flesh that make you jolt. it continues all the way to the tender skin of your loin where he bites down and soothes the skin with his tongue once more. you jerk in his hold, exhaling a shaky breath
a hand of yours threads through his hair and besides yourself you part your thighs wider for him, giving him all of the access he needs
taehyun doesn't have to smirk to show the smugness simmering in his chest. you can see it in his eyes – let low and...possessive?
you've never seen this look on him before – and it makes you shiver, restless under his heavy gaze
he's got you exactly where he wants you – pliant, needy and ready. your cunt aches and squeezes around nothing as it weeps with arousal just for him
taehyun finds himself obsessed with the way it starts to trickle and pool below you on his counter
you look so fucking delectable, he revels to himself
your breath hitches when you feel his breath tickling your folds, sending ripples of anticipation up your spine
he's so close – so close to where you need him most and you think he's going to attach his mouth to your pulsing clit when he simply kisses up your other thigh, marking and branding the inner flesh as he pleases
a whine bubbles out of your throat, hips bucking upward with longing and a furrow in your eyebrows that your alpha simply finds endearing
your voice betrays just how wrecked you are when you begin pleading with him, "taehyun– please"
"please what?" he feins innocence, indifferent and low between kisses and eager swipes of his tongue, watchful and hungry eyes never leaving yours
he's unable to conceal the grin that takes over his face this time, dimples protuding upon your sweet little plea falling on his ears – in that needy tone that he's growing to love a little too much
when his onslaught reaches your knee, his mouth descends once more. your hips buck harder now, almost wild as you pant, "please alpha– want your mouth"
he snickers – condescending, "but you have my mouth, sweetheart. i'm kissing you aren't i?"
he's so close now, you could cry
god, he enjoys the way you look like you might start weeping – eyes glassy and bottom lip trembling, the furrow in your brows deepening
"no, i need your tongue! need it– need it lower– yes! no, higher– a little higher– taehyun!"
you actually shatter and sob now and an amused chuckle taunts your ears, your body shaking with sheer need
"aw, you're so much fun to tease, sweetheart. say 'please' again. wanna hear it one last time", he demands, hands stroking up and down your feverish skin as if to soothe you
another soft sob wracks your chest and you buck your hips toward his mouth one last time
"please"
it's nothing but a mere, whispered little plea, your poor cunt aching for the attention you know only he can give you and taehyun finds himself reveling in your desperation
"that's my good girl" he whispers back, planting one last kiss on your folds that makes your breath stutter before his tongue licks a fat stripe up your dripping slit. you gasp when the wet muscle flicks over your clit, engulfing the little nub into his mouth and sucking hungrily – a throaty groan vibrating against it
it sets you off like a whistling kettle, electricity and raw heat shooting up your spine as he starts eating you out with zeal and fervor
"fuck–! taehyun!", you cry out. streams of irrepressible moans begin to tumble from your lips and his grip around your thighs tighten, pulling you closer to devour you better
taehyun basks with pride as your sobs of frustration melt into soft whines of pleasure when his tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves, jaw flexing as he lowers the muscle to suck your folds into his hot mouth before his tongue delves between them, slurping at the vanilla sweetness that oozes out of your pretty hole
fuck, it's even dripping down his chin, taehyun gloats to himself, feeling like an alpha possessed, drunk on the essence your body has to offer
your core burns, cunt fluttering around nothing as you watch his lips and tongue work fervently against you – and like he feels your eyes on him, the eyes he'd shut amidst the bliss of tasting your sweet essence opens slowly, his gaze ravenous – and he smirks seeing your already fucked out expression
you're the most beautiful when you're falling apart for him like this, he thinks, burning the image of you into his mind
his voice is a silky and deep octave when he teases, "feels good, sweetheart? 'you liking this?"
you pant and answer him in labored breaths, "y–yes, alpha! i love it, i– oh f-fuck–!"
a sharp mewl cuts off your admission, his tongue having dragged up your slit and engulfed your clit in his mouth again, the skilled muscle flicking against it at a speed that turns your brain into absolute mush
your eyes have rolled to the back of your skull and the sound of his mouth detaching from your sopping cunt is loud – lewd when he pulls off momentarily to prod, "yeah? tell alpha how much you love it"
— and then his mouth is back on you, resuming his unforgiving ministrations
"love it so much, taehyun! don't want you to stop", you manage to cry, despite the gasps that claw their way out of your throat
the slick that squeezes out of you is obscene, warm vanilla filling taehyun's senses with nothing but the thought of taking, fucking, claiming
"don't worry, sweetheart. i won't stop until you beg me to"
it's a promise – a promise that he fulfills dutifully as his kitchen becomes filled with the sweet sound of your cries and chants of his name
your hand tightens in his hair – into the stupid, sexy haircut that got you in this position in the first place as his tongue works you relentlessly. your pussy pulses when he jams the warm, wet muscle past the entrance of your walls
"taehyun– oh my god!" you cry out, hips bucking wildly against his ravenous mouth
you'd be ashamed of the filthy way in which he slurps up more of your essence if he hadn't grunted out loud at the feel of your cunt clamping down on his tongue
god, you knew taehyun was good with his tongue with the way he's kissed you and ate you out, but having it inside of you is different – heavenly as you gush around him some more
and oh, how you love his nose – big and solid as it nudges perfectly against your little bundle of nerves when he begins fucking his tongue into you
he's aware of it too, putting it to full use when your grip on his hair changes. you have to actively stop yourself from digging your nails into his scalp and grinding down on the bridge of his nose
his tongue only digs deeper, pushing in and out as he watches your chest rise and fall and your head is thrown back again
fiery heat begins to gather in your lower belly now and it's with another whimper of his name that you attempt to close your thighs around his head, to which taehyun only pries them back open
a muscular arm curls around the back of the flesh, using his strong grip to steer you faster on his mouth with another grunt
taehyun wasn't kidding when he said he'd been hungry for you – that much is clear
you're on the brink of protesting when his mouth withdraws from you, the cries dying on your tongue when he slides two digits into you, feeling out the ridges of your plush and warm walls. you gasp at the stretch – a shrill wail tumbling from your lips when his hungry tongue latches onto your clit once more, working you languidly in contrast with his fingers picking up speed
a mindless, helpless little thing is what you become – whimpering between clenched teeth, "s-shit, taehyun–!"
rivulets of slick pour out of you as the alpha scissors the two digits, turning and twisting them
it's beyond you how taehyun has already mastered exactly what you like – his fingers plunge in, stretching you perfectly before curling up to find that sweet, spongy spot at the top of your walls, stroking against it as he glides them back out – he does this over and over again and you damn near scream as he finger-fucks you in perfect come-hither motions, drawing a chorus of loud moans and wails from your lips
fuck, this is exactly how he wants to have you, he grins. stupefied and delirious – moaning without restraint as he makes you lose your mind
pleasure curls through you like lightning, every caress and flick leaving sparks that race across your skin
that skilled mouth of his is relentless in its predatory assault on your clit, tongue flattening over it before swirling around the nub, flicking it in fast, urgent motions. he licks up the sweet, neverending nectar around his knuckles from where they're lodged at your entrance. the ravenous muscle drags right back up to where he starts making out with your pulsing bundle of nerves – exactly how he had last night
this time, his fingers were added to the mix – technique working quicker to bring you closer to your peak
the heat in your lower belly intensifies impossibly fast – your cunt a furnace, like molten fire licking up your spine
your pants become more urgent, nails digging into his scalp and he moans deeply over the little bundle of nerves that he works tirelessly – orgasm creeping up on you and you have the feeling that this won't be the only orgasm taehyun wants to pluck out of you today – because you lower your gaze and god
the look in his eyes is nearly enough to make you come undone. his obsidian orbs are dark, almost blacked out and calculating – possessive and knowing, as if taking ownership of you through your pleasure
"t–tyun i'm close—" you warn him, rolling your hips harder onto his mouth and fingers and he seems to feast on your desperation
"that's it, sweetheart. want you to come on my tongue. let me have it" he demands, arm around your thigh tightening
your pussy clenches hard around his fingers and you feel him smirk against you, doubling his actions. the sounds of taehyun's mouth and fingers working your cunt are loud and obscene and vulgar and it's with an unrestrained, shameless cry of his name that you let go, pleasure seizing you as your thighs begin to quiver
your orgasm – powerful and all-consuming, crashes over you in waves as you writhe, keeping your glassy eyes on his devouring ones – just the way you know he likes
– and it's the way he looks at you, the way he eats up your uncontrolled, amorous response like he wants to consume you, take your soul when you're falling apart for him like this that makes you shiver, prolonging your climax
it makes you feel like the most desired thing on this planet
another sob wracks your chest as you ride out the last waves of pleasure, cunt fluttering and quaking around his fingers – which he doesn't slow or let up until you're arching away from him
he finally, finally decides to show you mercy, slowing his digits into slow, languid strokes, only pulling them out when he knows you're fully satiated
you watch as he brings the two fingers, glistening with your release to his mouth, licking and sucking them off clean. he groans, mumbling almost entirely to himself, "so fucking good"
as if bewitched or spellbound, his mouth is back on you before you can stop him
a gasp is ripped out of you as his tongue, flat, collects the slick still pulsing out of your entrance. the insatiable muscle drags back up to your clit, taking your poor bundle of nerves into his mouth once again and making out with it
you wail, tangling both hands in his hair, thighs closing around his head
"t–taehyun wait– i'm sensitive– please" you whimper, pelvis stuttering with his hungry ministrations
the hand that caresses up and down your thigh is deceptively gentle, trying to soothe you – well, that's what you think before it lifts, the sting of a playful slap meeting your skin and you jolt. your pussy quivers around nothing and you obey his unspoken command, parting your thighs for him once more
the overstimulation makes you sob in more than one place, cunt crying with slick for him
your alpha finally decides to show you mercy, ravenous mouth releasing you with a lewd, slicky sound
"you taste so good, sweetheart. you're lucky i'm hard as a rock right now. otherwise, i wouldn't even have thought about stopping"
holy fuck
the promise behind his words quickens your pulse, tempted to press your thighs together again – and it's with a foggy head that you realize taehyun was, in fact, not kidding when he'd said he would show you how desired you are by him, everyday
it makes sense now – his hunger is amplified by his rut looming
your lungs still gasp for air – and you watch as he rises to his full height, positively smug. his tongue licks and cleans at the corners of his mouth while your eyes trace down the perfect v-taper of his upper body, landing right on the massive bulge in his pants
he's straining against the material of his sweats and your eyes flick back up to meet his. they don't leave yours for a second as his hands work to undo the strings, thumbs hooking into the waistband, pulling down
your gaze drops to his member that springs free, slapping against his lower stomach, heavy and hard
your teeth catch your lower lip absentmindedly, sitting up and you gulp as you watch precum leak from the pretty, fat tip
how did all of that fit into you last night? you marvel, cunt throbbing and dripping as it clenches around nothing – as if the powerful orgasm taehyun just gave you wasn't enough
it's quite the sight to see – the smooth, honey skin of his adonis belt adorned with a few prominent veins, v-lines that ooze sex and power, perfect cock glistening and covered in even more prominent veins throbbing, balls hanging heavy
it's enough to drive an omega feral, serving to fill your mind only with the desire to be fucked hard and bred. you're grateful his shirt hasn't come off as of yet – you don't think you would be able to handle seeing all of him before you. it doesn't have to however, because a sexy, veiny hand wraps around the object of your fixation, stroking languidly with a throaty sigh
fuck, if taehyun is trying to drive you crazy, it's working
you need him inside of you this instant, but the article—
he squeezes even more precum out, smearing and spreading the glistening substance all over his long length – the shlick shlick of his motions creating another fiery throb in your core
that's exactly what it could sound like right now if he were inside of you, pushing in and out and in and out—
god, y/n, when did you become such a cock-hungry omega? you chastise yourself. your research said that you needed rest, but your body's screaming for anything but
a particularly filthy grunt from deep within his chest draws your gaze back up to his face, catching his unwavering stare on your cunt. he works himself like he's watching an adult film – using the image of your sticky sweet arousal dripping and seeping from your hole, pooling on the edge of his counter and leaking down to the floor – to get off
you watch as pride fills your alpha, pleased to see that you crave having him inside of you just as badly as he craves to be inside of you
hell, your core is yearning for him, clenching and winking seductively and taehyun thinks it might be the prettiest sight he's ever seen
it's like your cunt and his cock are calling for each other, begging to be slotted together like a lock and key, begging not to be kept apart any longer
think fast, y/n
you wet your bottom lip with your tongue and in a nervous little voice you suggest, "alpha, let me take care of you. 'wanna– let me suck you off, please"
this is your last attempt at not giving in, at not asking taehyun to just stick it in and fuck you until you can't think – until your insides are battered and bruised again just like last night
"tempting, sweetheart – but we can save that for later. i just need to be inside of you right now"
a shiver curls up your spine at his tone – raw and authoritative, not leaving room for any arguments
"but taehyun–"
a hand cups the underside of your chin, cutting off the protest with a kiss. "c'mon, sweetheart. alpha's still hungry"
you let out a soft, involuntary whine as his fingers press into your cheeks just slightly, asserting dominance. he watches the last of your resolve crumble, eyes flutter shut and your lips part with fragile breaths, head nodding gently in his palm – it's also mainly because he's started gliding his meaty length between your folds, the bulbous tip bumping against your sensitive bundle of nerves
well fuck the article and fuck waiting forty-eight hours
"o–okay", you surrender at last, giving in completely to his ministrations – the resisting omega of one powerful orgasm ago nowhere to be found
your arousal coats his length so nicely and taehyun hisses through his teeth upon hearing the wet squelches from the friction
"that's a good girl", he grunts. "fuck, you're so wet, sweetheart. i could just slide right in"
and he does – taking off his compression shirt in one motion. you gasp, the stretch and intrusion robbing you of all sense and function. you're so full all at once, his length filling you perfectly
a hand shoots out to his midsection, attempting to halt him before he presses in any further, but god do you immediately regret that decision. the hard flex of his abs under your palm only serves to make you weaker, turning you into putty in his hands – the same hands that are gripping your love handles now, hard
dear lord, the lean muscles ripple under his smooth skin, tensing seductively beneath your touch as he begins pumping his cock inside of you with deliberate rolls of his hips. the smooth friction of it makes your cunt gush slick with every inch he works inside of you
"tyunnie– you're too deep", you whimper, brows furrowed as your toes curl. your body betrays you however, walls swallowing him greedily, sucking him in with every pulse and shudder. it surrenders willingly to the pressure of his cock inside, leaving you hot, burning and insatiable despite your denials
taehyun only moans gutturally, that's what you said last night too, before you begged him to take you deeper
"no such thing as going too deep when we're like this, sweetheart", a tender kiss brushes your nose, before he places his lips right next to your ear and in a low drawl that sends tingles to where he's lodged inside of you, he adds, "you were made to take this cock"
"f-fuck, taehyun–", you let out, your voice a mixture between a pitiful whimper and a whisper, his words reducing you to a pliant, obedient version of yourself, finally clutching your hands onto him, just like he anticipated you would
your hand curls around the back of his neck, holding on in an attempt to ground yourself when his thrusts grow rhythmic inside of you, moaning and sobbing into his shoulder
he's not far behind, his own grunts and moans along with the slick cadence of his cock pumping in and out of your pussy creates a beautiful set of harmonies in his kitchen
taehyun thinks he might be in heaven, much like you
you're so tight and warm around him – cunt just begging for him to give you more, protesting every time he draws back only to plunge right back in. god, he'd been aching for you all morning. he had woken up with you in his arms, warm against him, backside arched and pressed cozy and soft against his front. his member had already been leaking and throbbing painfully as he tried to will away the primal desire to wake you and take you right then. no, you needed proper rest after last night
he had cursed at himself and removed his body with much reluctance from you on his bed, before he could do something without thinking, before he could act on impulse. he hadn't wanted to wake you, yet his movement around the room seemed to have stirred you awake – your sparkling, sleepy eyes and a content little smile blinking back at him
"where are you going?" you had asked, your sweet voice the perfect, groggy little rasp. "come back to bed"
he had kissed your forehead, letting you know that he was headed to the gym – what he didn't add was that he was going to ride out his lingering arousal, effortlessly hiding his hardness with a hoodie, duffle slung over his shoulder. "you can sleep in as long as you need", he had said
you had hummed softly and watched as he left
with your scent finally fading from his nose, he was able to think a little more clear – or so he thought. the space full of weights and machines had done little to nothing to help ease and rid him of his big problem. if anything, it only made his arousal worse, the memory of last night playing off behind his eyes. he could still feel you around him, holding onto him, the marks of your nails raw on his back, hear your voice crying out for him in his ear
taehyun couldn't decipher whether it was his pre-rut, the bond or both that had him feeling like this. it had merely been days – days – and you had him unraveling at the seams
he's never felt like this before. he knew and had seen the effect mate bonds had on alphas, how their entire being becomes subsumed by their omega, but experiencing it for himself was different – transcendent, otherwordly, intoxicating
fuck, you were the best taehyun's ever had
no omega he had been with in the past drove him this crazy, made him lose control this fast. nothing before you even came close
he found himself wanting nothing else but to please you, love you, give you all of himself and pour everything he had into you
he thinks about you laying at home back in his bed – you probably had no idea how crazy you had driven him, that you had him this whipped. even here, in the gym, all he could think about is being inside you again, being as close as possible to you, surrendering his entire soul and being to you
the cold shower shower he'd taken after hadn't even calmed him one bit – blood still pounding through his veins, skin flushed and hot, loins aching with need, red-hot alpha-instinct raging inside him
and then he came home
he had stepped through the door to find the perfect sight – you in his kitchen, slighty bent over his counter, still wearing his clothes
even from here, you were beautiful
– and your scent. god, your scent infiltrated the entire space along with something sugary – you made pancakes. it had him licking at the roof of his mouth, as if trying to get a taste of the delectable, tantalizing air, alpha screaming at him to eat, fuck, devour
he had tried, he had really tried to will away all of the carnal, sinful thoughts that were plaguing his mind – pre-rut clouded mind and hormones giving him no rest, no reprieve
all of his restraint had snapped when he heard your voice
you were on the phone, talking with another alpha. he knew it was yeonjun, he'd recognize that voice and that low, easy-going drawl anywhere
and he especially knew yeonjun could never have you, that yeonjun wouldn't even try – not with taehyun in the picture, but still, the onset of his rut filled his chest with something dark, something territorial, a feeling he's never felt before: possessiveness
which is why, now, having you wrapped around him like this, letting him have his way and surrendering to him so easily has him reeling – fucking moaning as he picks up his pace
your body finally relaxes around him and he angles his hips just right, the first brush of his cock against that sweet spot inside of you making you quiver, releasing the exact sound he was trying to rouse out of you
you lose yourself to the pleasure taehyun evokes inside of you, head hazy from the delicious drag of his cock against your walls
he bites down on your earlobe before he rasps against it, "you feel so fucking good sweetheart, so good– all mine"
oh god, that did something manic to you – those words, coupled with his voice and his hands digging just a little deeper into your skin, trying hard to hold back on taking you with all the sheer strength you know he possesses, only pushes you further into a dizzy state
he kisses a hot trail from the spot just below your ear to your lips before pulling back and that's when you see it
your alpha's pupils are almost fully dilated, obsidian swimming with his possessiveness and infatuation and your breathing stutter
you surrender fully to him now – pliant, every part of you desperate for more of him – all of him. he's been holding back for you too, you can tell. his retraint has kept you on edge for long enough
god, who were you kidding? you want taehyun to ruin you, to take you in whatever way he likes, for as long as he likes and you finally cave entirely as you begin begging for it – just like he knew you would
"fuck it, taehyun give me more", you submit, the slow stretch of him no longer enough to satisfy the burning need within you
he groans deep in his chest at the sound of your voice, his skin beneath the pads of your fingers growing hot to the touch
"more? fuck, are you sure sweetheart?" the rational part of him still asks
taehyun is really, really trying to be mindful, desperately trying to keep things gentle after the rough fucking he had given you last night, despite the urge to take you as hard and deep as he possibly could – but damn it, if you kept begging for him like this—
"yes tyunnie, please. use it, use me. it's all yours"
taehyun's eyes roll to the back of his head at that. you're a ruined alpha, taehyun. so fucking ruined, he concedes to himself
he can't help but do exactly as you ask, pulling out until just the fat tip of his cock is still lodged inside before slamming the entirety of his length back in, tearing through your sopping cunt, just like he's been craving to do
the action pulls something between a scream and a moan from you, fueling the alpha to build a faster, unforgiving rhythm, feeding his cock into your hungry pussy harder, deeper – hot and heavy against your pulsating walls
every protest you've had before proves itself to be false with the way your body pulls taehyun back in every time he draws his length out only to drive in again, fucking harder into that spot that has you seeing stars
another scream is ripped from your throat when his tip eventually kisses your cervix, the first bump against it making you clamp down hard, rewarding you with a guttural moan and a hiss from your alpha
you wonder briefly about his neighbors – if they'd come knocking at taehyun's door, requesting that the two of you quiet down
his balls smack heavy and slick against you as he pushes in to the hilt, cursing under his breath
he's so deep, so so deep and it all instantly teeters you toward the edge of your orgasm. you feel him in your womb and your mouth falls agape at the way his length continues to brushes against every yummy spot lining your walls
"god yes– keeping going, taehyun! fuck-!" you cry, holding tighter onto him, as if you might start floating out of your body if you don't
your voice is hoarse, trembling – and taehyun becomes obsessed with the way you sound when you get like this – borderline pornographic
he's even more obsessed with the way you tremble around him, squeezing his unforgiving length – the way your nails dig further into his skin as you clutch onto his shoulders, leaving angry red crescents in their wake as you begin to cry for him again
"give me more, alpha! harder, please!"
it's all music to his ears, going straight to his pre-rut clouded mind, overcome with the urge, the primal need to destroy you in the way you're begging him to. his alpha nudges at him to speed up and he does, rocking harder against that spot that makes you hiss with pleasure, cockhead knocking insistently against your cervix
you're getting close – excessive, copious amounts of your slick pools beneath you on the counter, dripping down to his floor, splattering between your hips with every powerful thrust
the chilly, winter air is no match for the scorching heat surrounding the two of you, beads of sweat gathering on your skin
"c'mon sweetheart, i can feel you squeezing me. want you to come all over my cock, show alpha how good he's making you feel – how much you love this"
he cups your face to kiss you, but something else just below you catches your eye. there it is – the bump, the outline of him pushing impossibly deep inside you, molding your body to his cock, disappearing and reappearing with every penetration. taehyun looks down too, nearly shattering at the sight
fuck, you're incredible – taking him so well, he groans to himself – so greedy, so hungry for all of him even as you start to sob
taehyun can't help but place his hand over it, the throbbing press of him under your skin pushing against his palm driving him crazy – filling him with soaring pride
the two of you gasp and moan at the feel in tandem with his hand sliding down to your clit, thumb caressing the little bundle of nerves, gunning to push you over the edge
you come with a scream of his name, muffled when you bite down on his shoulder to stifle the loud sound his relentless pounding into your pulsing pussy tears out of you. this time, taehyun doesn't care for the fact that your eyes are not on his. he knows you can barely formulate a proper thought as your back arches into him, thighs trembling where you tighten them around his waist
he hisses with raw, unfiltered pleasure as you squeeze impossibly tight around him, momentarily hindering his pace – nails dragging down his shoulders as you gush obscenely
taehyun simply pushes your legs open again, continuing his thrusts with the sexiest groan you've ever heard from him
he just loves the feel of you cumming around him
your walls squeeze tighter as he repeatedly slams into that spot that makes you delirious with pleasure
"f-fuck, taehyun– alpha, don't stop please" you plead into his shoulder and his brain short-circuits
second to his name, the way your soft, sweet pleas spill from your mouth like this is what he lives to hear – perhaps one of his favorite sounds
the alpha curses under his breath, "the moon goddess should've never let us meet this close to my rut"
"w–why's that?" you hiccup around a whimper and taehyun snickers
"you have no idea how good you feel, do you sweetheart?" his voice is a silky, low promise against your ear as he continues, "i could take you like this all fucking day"
he slows his thrusts to emphasize the last three words and your heart thrums with the implication of his admission
oh god oh god oh god
his words make you clench hard and taehyun thrusts deeper, long and veiny cock stretching you slower now, simply feeling you out. his length glistens in a mixture of your cum and his precum every time he draws back before pushing deliciously back in
"i– t–taehyun—"
a gentle hand cups your face in contrast with the other gripping your hip
"i had it all planned out. i would have taken you on more dates, i would have courted you and spoiled you, made you fall in love with me – slowly"
your fragile heart skips several beats as you lift from his shoulder to lock eyes with him as he continues
"i would have taken my time with you. i would've made sweet love to you and marked you then – that would've been our first time. all i needed was a few weeks"
your head spins, breath escaping you in short pants
"m–made love to me?" the words feel foreign on your tongue. they've never been spoken to you before, not like this. hearing them so raw, so open sends a surging warmth over your entire being, keening into him
"yes ma'am", he smiles upon seeing a sparkle in your eyes, a vulnerability that begins to crack open. "but god, look at us now, so close to my rut – i can barely keep my hands off you"
you chuckle breathlessly with him, that much is clear
"you should've been head over heels for me by now", he exhales, almost disappointed. your heart begins pounding in your chest again, racing at the words sitting on the tip of your tongue
"it's a little too late for that", you start, breath hitching as he delivers a particularly angled thrust
"what do you mean sweetheart?" he asks, eyes flicking between yours, searching your gaze for any doubt, any fear or uncertainty, only to find none
"i'm already head over heels for you, taehyun", you whisper, swallowing before you continue. "i'm already all yours"
your glassy, longing eyes stare right back into his that widen slightly, forehead coming to rest on yours as they flutter shut. "sweetheart, fuck–"
"so what's stopping you from claiming me right now?" you ask
his cock throbs painfully at that and he groans, shaking his head against yours as he keeps his languid, deep thrusts
"you're such an impatient girl" he chuckles lowly. "i just want to do things right"
you huff, "but you have been doing things right—"
"no, sweetheart." he interrupts. "i am going to take you out to dinner, take you to a nice place where we'll eat good food and you'll be nice and full. we'll talk and flirt around the table for hours", a smile takes over his face as his nose nudges yours. "we'll hold hands, share desserts and i'll make you laugh with all my ridiculous, terrible jokes"
"and then i'm going to pay for dinner and i'll steal kisses in the car" – to which you giggle at now, recalling your first date as he places a kiss on your lips, until another deep thrust makes you gasp
"then, at the end of the night i'm going to bring you home and if my pre-rut's not too crazy, i'm still going to make love to you – just like this, slow and deep. exactly the way you need"
tears start welling in your eyes, chest overwhelmed with affection. his fingers tilt your chin upward to look into his eyes once more
"then and only then will i claim you – and we'll mark each other for everyone else to see"
your body clenches down on him, omega blooming with devotion at his affirmation
"taehyun– that's–"
"you're not just some thing for me to possess. you're my mate, y/n – my one and only and i want to make sure that you know it, that you feel chosen and wanted" – a tear finally slips free and cascades down your cheek and taehyun is quick to wipe it away with his thumb. "and if you're going to be mine forever, i need you to know what to expect from me. love, safety, attentiveness and not a thing else. i'll never put you through the things he put you through, sweetheart" he breathes, "that's my promise"
a mere whisper of his name is all you're able to manage before he claims your lips with his again
his hips pick up speed again, the faint sound of skin slapping against skin echoing between the two of you as you whimper into his mouth
taehyun has no idea what he's just done to you – the hold he now had over your heart and soul
your nails begin raking on his skin once more as another orgasm creeps up on you, tingling through you from head to toe
taehyun hums against your lips, "fuck, i'm gonna come, sweetheart. c'mon let go for me first"
your body follows his command without hesitation as you moan eagerly into his mouth that returns to yours, trembling uncontrollably, overstimulation creeping up on you. you feel taehyun going to pull out and you panic, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, slamming him back into you
"n-no! taehyun, please come– come inside me! want it so bad", you plead clutching onto him
the grunt that your actions and words draw from him is loud and guttural as he fights to hold himself back
your pussy is so swollen now, walls smoldering hot, hugging around his throbbing cock and he buries his face in your neck, clenching his teeth to will his knot away
he curses under his breath, thrusts growing rougher – more frantic before he asks, "sweetheart, are you on birth control?"
you almost go cross eyed from his rougher pounding at your core, answering him in a wanton little voice. "i– no, alpha"
the alpha groans once more, hand on your hip gripping even harder, pulling his head away from your neck to survey you
the hand cupping your face tangles its fingers into your hair, compelling your gaze to meet his. his eyes hold yours with heat. "fuck, why didn't you tell me that last night?"
you whine, fluttering around him. "it just– it felt too good. i forgot to tell you to pull out"
it's an attempt at concealing the true, primal desires of your omega, but taehyun sees right through your little excuse, snickering
"no," he shakes his head. "you just didn't want to tell me to pull out, huh?" he taunts, tearing harder into your cunt
you cry with the overstimulation, yet your body still demands more more more, not easing until it gets that one thing from him
your thighs tighten even more around his waist as you finally confess shamelessly – so far gone, "wanted your cum, alpha. want your cum now too– want your knot"
taehyun throbs violently. there it is, your rawest, deepest desire – exactly the desire of every omega once she's met her mate. you've never had it like this before and all restraint and composure dissolves at the condescending tone of your alpha's silky smooth voice
"such a dirty girl. we'll have to get you a plan-b after this, yeah?"
another orgasm builds again, this one blinding and fiery hot as it begins to sear through your abdomen. taehyun's hips don't let up one bit and you could tell this one would rock you to your core – he isn't far behind this time, feeling the band low in his belly beginning to coil tight, threatening to snap as his thrusts turn erratic
you're so fucked out and beyond yourself when you whine "n–no, 'want your pups alpha, please. want you to breed me, please please please"
oh, your alpha wanted nothing more than to breed you right now, to fill you so full of his cum until you're left ruined and satisfied – but he has to be safe, at least until you could get ahold of contraception
the thought is tempting, however
charmed is an understatement to describe him as his head lulls back with an amused laugh before his eyes settle back on yours again, dark and domineering
"sweetheart, you have got to stop giving me ideas"
your body shivers around him, ovaries igniting when his bulbous tip starts driving against your cervix again, hips battering hard against yours
he chuckles, fucking chuckles while delivering the most lethal thrusts to your poor, needy cunt
"we're a little too young for that, y/n" he tucks your hair behind you ear, "but trust me, as soon as the time is right, we'll have as many pups as you want. that sound good to you?"
you nod dumbly, pussy quivering and sucking him deeper
"words, sweetheart."
the tone of his voice makes you obey instantly, your very own voice wrecked. "yes, alpha! please–"
choking on a moan, your toes curl as he gifts you with another particularly brutal thrust. "that's my good girl. now come on alpha's cock. let go f'me"
naughty and still defiant, you try holding back, clamping down hard to milk his length
you want him to release impulsively, trying desperately to get him to come undone, to feel his warm cum filling you up and his knot stretching you out. your omega craves it – every fiber of your being does
but god, the way his tip slams into your cervix, rubbing expertly against that spot inside just feels heavenly and it already has you gushing around him
the sounds of your bodies colliding – hot, wet, sloppy, obscene and hard only grow louder
and like he senses your evil little plan, taehyun clicks his tongue, licking his thumb before placing it right on your clit, drawing slick, convulsive circles, coaxing your orgasm out of you as he watches you with pride and smugness – hips rough and unforgiving, giving you no remorse
your mouth falls agape, eyes rolling to the back of your skull before settling back on his as your climax seizes you, pleasure flooding you shuddering waves. your nails rake down his shoulders, ears ringing and vision momentarily whitening as you see stars
choked sobs fall from your lips and your alpha smiles triumphantly, deepening until his dimples show
you find that taehyun's restraint and ability to hold back is unbelievable – because he still fucks you through the aftershocks, making sure you're fully spent and satiated. your cunt still quivers when he pulls out, groaning deep and hissing as he wraps a tight-fisted hand around himself, head lulling back – his gorgeous adams apple on display
the muscles of his arm flex and his abs contract as he works himself over you, knot throbbing around the base as cum spurts out thick and warm ribbons over your belly button and inner thighs – all while releasing the most beautiful moans and grunts
you watch as he milks his length until the very last drop is emptied out and the stimulation becomes too much, squeezing at the member as he hisses again, knot still throbbing around the base
you're really, really jealous of that hand right now
he exhales, his pupils dilating into something dark as he cups your nape, fingers threading through your hair and drawing you closer, your noses touching – you gasp softly. his voice drops to a low, dangerous drawl against your lips, eyes boring into your own and you shiver
"you try to pull a little stunt like that again and i might have to punish you, sweetheart. understood?"
goosebumps erupt all over your skin as you nod, but his grip only tightens slightly and your breath hitches
"use your words"
"yes, alpha. i understand" you whimper, gulping hard – breathless when he places his plump lips on yours, nipping at your bottom lip and you squeak before he pulls away, only to praise lowly, "good girl", followed by a much gentler kiss
oh how you love when taehyun gets a little strict with you
"c'mon, let's get cleaned up", he pipes – hands warm and comforting, smoothing over your thigh and through your hair, soothing you. "we need to eat and take a trip to the pharmacy"
a prominent blush paints your cheeks as clarity returns to you, settling into a post-orgasmic haze
"i'm sorry about– uhm– about that, taehyun", you start, voice hoarse. "i…honestly have no idea where that came from or what got into me"
your sheepishness pulls a chuckle out of taehyun, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger
"it's okay sweetheart. i know you get a little carried away with your words when i'm inside of you"
he's so smug right now – and you can't even blame him
you chuckle with him now, "i just don't want to give you any more ideas, that's all"
a kiss is placed on your jaw before he whispers hotly against your ear, "oh, but that's my favorite part"
"t–taehyun—"
"i need you to keep running your mouth like that, sweetheart. i might just make one of those little ideas of yours come to life"
shivers tingle down your spine. he places one last lingering kiss below your ear before pulling away, lifting you from the counter. you cling onto him, shyly burrying your face into the nape of his neck while he carries you to his bathroom
you don't think you will ever get over the way taehyun picks you up without strain. he sets you down in his shower this time, holding you up with firm arms around your waist as you stand on shaky legs. steam curls around you as taehyun turns on the water, both of your hair wetting under the stream
his grip tightens and your eyes meet his, hands roaming over his shoulders and pecs
you hear him take a deep breath and then, "were you serious earlier–", a pause, "about being head over heels for me?"
it's the first time you hear any sort of nervousness in taehyun's voice and you find it endearing, quick to affirm him
you stand on your tippy toes, placing a gentle kiss on his nose, keeping your eyes on his. "yes, i meant every word", you smile, a hand raking softly through his hair. "i read an article this morning and...it said that it's not impossible, that it can happen in a few days", you pause, taking a deep breath. "i– i think i'm already in love with you, taehyun. head over heels, whipped, whatever you wanna call it"
water pitter-patters and drips down both of your skin and his lips part in a shaky breath, heart pounding wildly behind his ribcage, matching with yours
"you're not alone, sweetheart. i think i'm whipped too – well, a little more than whipped, that's for certain", he breathes, before continuing
"you know, this morning while i was away, i couldn't stop thinking about you. i couldn't stop wishing i were close to you again. it felt like i was losing my mind", he chuckles and your hands settle at the back of his neck
"i've never felt this way before. i've always been in control, always been composed, but with you it seems all my self-control becomes non-existent", his eyes flick between yours. "no other omega has driven me this crazy. none of them compare to you, to what you've done to me"
your heart swells, intakes of breaths becoming shaky
"i've waited so long for you and here you are at last – perfect and beautiful. chosen just for me. i can't even begin to tell you how happy i am that i get to spend the rest of my life with you"
"and you're right. it's only been a few days, but it feels like i've known you forever and i think—" he swallows, "—i think i've been in love with you, from the moment i first saw you. i've been yours from the very start and sweetheart – i'm afraid that nothing in this world will ever be able to separate me from you…not if i can help it"
your omega weeps with longing inside of you
by now, tears have gathered in your waterline and cascaded down your face. you're panting, at a loss for words as you're overtaken by the overwhelming and unfamiliar feeling of already being so loved and cherished without hesitation or restraint, without having done anything to earn it – allowing yourself to bask in the adoration you've longed your entire life for
it's almost scary, how taehyun knew exactly what you needed to hear – like the words had been placed on his tongue by the moon goddess herself – a confirmation, awfully similar to every prayer you've long prayed for, for him
never in a million years could you have imagined that you'd hear words like these, intended just for you – yours to keep, yours to take in, to make a part of yourself – to hold on to
your arms wrap themselves around his neck, chest pressing flush against his – and your voice trembles when you whisper his name, simply because there's nothing else that feels right to say, because it's the only thing you trust yourself to let out
he hushes you as his head dips, slotting your lips together in a deep, surrendering kiss, sealing the unspoken words between you – as though breathing only makes sense when you're this close
you whimper into his mouth and he hums back, deepening the kiss as more tears fall from your eyes and cascade down your face, tasting salty on your lips
his hands wrap around the backs of your thighs, urging you to jump and you obey, legs wrapping around his waist – heart racing as he hoists you up, pressing you against his shower wall where he takes you once more while he whispers more confessions to you – desire and drive for you never faltering, not once
the pharmacy would have to wait just another hour longer
scz notes: holy moly! how are we feeling?
➛ they're lowk doing it everywhere BUT his bed, golly
➛ also! do not worry, my sweeties! y/n WILL be giving this man the head he deserves in pt.5! :P
➛ conclusion: when taehyun is hungry, you feed him
songs i listened to as i wrote pt.4: would you mind ‐ janet jackson, ooh nah nah ‐ sir ft. masego, hold tight ‐ justin bieber, comfortable ‐ h.e.r., sycamore tree ‐ khamari
as always, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! i'd like to know which were you guys' favorite lines! x
