!! synopsis: you don't need help. ever. then you fail a class and get stuck with jake sim the campus fuckboy, and your new tutor. he's cocky. he's in your space. and you're about to learn that fuckboy's tutor best.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), dom jake, sub/bratty reader, oral, fingering, pet names, dirty talk, spanking, piv, unprotected sex (dont!), praising, semi public
!! wc: 9.5k
!! a/n: pics of jake always awake something in me, sry this took forever i debated hard on the flow of this story so sorry if it feels rushed, ENJOY!
The red F on your midterm was actually offensive.
Not because you'd worked hard. You hadn't. You'd skimmed the readings, showed up to class hungover twice, and submitted a study guide you'd filled out while watching a movie. The F was fair, the problem was it bruised your ego.
Professor Lee didn't even wait for the rest of the class to leave. She caught you at the door, hand on your arm, voice low enough that only you could hear.
"A word." You followed her to her desk, she held up your exam."38 percent." she said.
"I know, I'll study harder."
"You've been skating by on charm and curve points, and now the curve can't save you." She slid a piece of paper across the desk. "Peer tutoring. Mandatory. Twice a week until your average is above a C."
You picked up the paper. One name written in blue ink.
Jake Sim.
"Jake Sim?" you said.
"He's the best tutor I have. Top of the class last semester. Top of the class now.
You knew Jake Sim. Well, you didn't know him. You knew of him. Everyone did. The guy who showed up to every party with a new girl and left with whoever he wanted. The guy who never raised his voice but always got the last word. The guy who'd held a door open for you once and looked at you like he was already bored.
"He's a fuckboy," you said not thinking she heard.
Professor Lee didn't blink. "He's also the only reason six people are passing this class right now. You start Monday. His schedule is at the bottom."
You walked out of that office with your 38 percent and a new low.
Karina and Giselle were waiting for you outside, perched on a bench, phones in hand, looking like they'd been there for hours.
"Your face says disaster," Karina said.
"I have a tutor."
"Okay?"
"Jake Sim."
Giselle's head snapped up. "Jake Sim?"
"Unfortunately."
Karina burst out laughing. "The Jake Sim?"
"Yes."
"The one who went through three sororities in one semester?"
"Yes."
"The one who corrected Sunghoon's drink order at a party and then made out with his date an hour later?"
"Karina." you screamed.
"I'm just saying!" She was grinning now. "Damn. Not Jake."
"I know."
"But also..." Giselle tilted her head. "Damn. Jake is kinda hot."
"I don't care if he's hot. He's a walking red flag with good bone structure."
"And he's your tutor." Karina wiped a tear from her eye. "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"I'm going to fail."
You sat down between them and put your head in your hands. "He's going to be insufferable. You know he's going to be insufferable. He's going to sit there with that stupid smirk and explain basic statistics like I'm a child and I'm going to have to pretend I don't want to throw my textbook at his head."
"Or," Giselle said, "you could just let him be hot and enjoy the view."
"I'm not going to enjoy anything."
"You've never even talked to him."
"I don't need to talk to him to know I hate him."
Karina patted your back. "That's the spirit."
Jake was mid-bite into his sandwich when Sunghoon kicked his foot under the table.
"You got assigned a tutoring student?"
Jake chewed. Swallowed. "Yeah."
"Who?"
"Does it matter?"
Jay leaned forward. "It matters cause we are nosy."
Heeseung was already scrolling through his phone. "Professor Lee's class? She sent out the list this morning."
Jake took another bite. He'd seen the name. He'd read it twice. He'd spent maybe longer than necessary staring at it.
He knew who you were. Everyone did. The girl who walked into parties like she owned them. The girl who never asked for help. The girl who'd looked at him just once across a crowded room, and then looked away like he wasn't worth a second glance.
"You're being weird," Jungwon said from the end of the table.
"I'm not being weird."
"You're not talking. That's weird for you."
Jake set his sandwich down. "It's Y/N."
Silence.
Then Sunghoon choked on his drink.
"The one who told Professor Kim to his face that his lecture was boring?"
"That's her."
Jay whistled. "She needs a tutor? I thought she had everything figured out."
"Apparently not."
Jungwon shrugged. "She's going to hate it."
"She's going to hate me."
"Probably."
Jake thought about that. Thought about your face the one time you'd looked at him. You hadn't smiled. Hadn't blushed. Hadn't done any of the things girls usually did when they looked at him.
You'd just looked. And then you'd walked away.
"I don't know," Heeseung said slowly. "She's hot. Like, really hot. Independent. People come to her for help. This might be interesting."
"Interesting how?" Jake asked.
"I don't know. Just... interesting. She's not going to fall all over you like everyone else does."
Jake picked up his sandwich. "I'm not trying to make her fall all over me."
"Sure you're not."
"I'm just tutoring her. That's it."
Sunghoon snorted. "Famous last words."
Jake didn't respond. But he couldn't stop thinking about your name on that paper.
Y/N.
He wondered if you'd text him first or if he'd have to reach out.
He wondered if you'd show up on Monday with that same look on your face like you had nothing to prove to anyone.
He wondered what it would take to make you look at him twice.
Three days before your first session, Karina dragged you to a party.
"I need to get out," she said.
"You need to get out. I need to study."
"No babes you need to drink."
The party was at some guy's house you didn't catch the name to and you didn't care. The music was too loud, the cups were sticky, and within twenty minutes, you'd lost Karina to the dance floor and Giselle to a guy who looked like he played club sports.
You were on your third drink when you saw him.
Jake.
He was on a couch in the corner, and there was a girl in his lap.
Not sitting next to him. Not leaning against him. Fully in his lap, her legs draped over his thigh, her lips hovering near his ear. His hand was on her waist. He wasn't kissing her but it was clearly heading there.
You recognized the girl. Wonyoung. She was in your psych class. She'd spent the entire semester batting her eyelashes at every guy within a ten foot radius.
Of course it was Wonyoung.
You looked away. Drank. Looked back.
His hand had moved lower.
"Ew," you said to no one.
Karina appeared at your elbow. "What?"
"Jake Sim. With the one and only."
Karina followed your gaze. "Oh. Yeah. That's Wonyoung. She's been trying to get his attention for weeks."
"He's letting her."
"That's what he does." Karina shrugged. "He's always like that. A different girl every week. Sometimes every night. It's his whole thing."
You took another drink. "I have to let him teach me statistics."
"Poor you."
"I'm serious. How am I supposed to sit across from someone who acts like that?"
"You could try not staring at him."
"Shut up."
Karina grabbed your hand. "Come on. You're too sober. We're dancing."
She pulled you onto the floor. The music shifted something with a bass you could feel in your chest. You let yourself move. Let yourself forget about the F and the tutoring and the way Jake's hand had looked on Wonyoung's waist.
A guy found you. Tall. Dark hair. Cute in a forgettable way. He smiled at you and you smiled back because why not, and then his hands were on your hips and you were dancing with him.
It was fine. It was nothing.
But across the room, someone was watching.
"She's here," Sunghoon said.
Jake didn't have to ask who. He'd seen you the second you walked in. The way the room shifted when you entered. The way people looked at you like you were the main character and they were just extras.
"Yeah," Jake said. "I saw her."
Wonyoung was still in his lap. He'd forgotten she was there until she shifted and pressed closer. He should focus on her. She was pretty. She was interested. She was easy.
But his eyes kept finding you.
You were dancing with some guy now. Some random guy who'd probably never talked to you before tonight. His hands were on your hips. You were laughing at something he said.
"Why is she dancing with him?" Jake asked.
Sunghoon looked. "Because she's at a party? Because he asked? Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"You're staring."
"I'm observing."
"Heeseung called it." Jay appeared on Jake's other side. "He said you'd be interested."
"I'm not interested."
"You've looked at her twelve times in the last ten minutes."
Jake pulled his eyes away. Wonyoung was looking at him expectantly. He'd missed something she'd said.
"Sorry," he said. "What?"
"I asked if you wanted to go somewhere quieter."
The implication was clear. A month ago, he would have said yes. A week ago, he would have said yes. But tonight, for some reason, the word stuck in his throat.
"I have an early class," he said.
Wonyoung's face flickered. "Oh."
She didn't look convinced, but she got off his lap. Walked away without looking back.
Sunghoon raised his eyebrows. "You just let her go."
"She's not going anywhere."
"She's going to find someone else."
"Good for her."
Jake stood up. He needed water. Or air. Or something that wasn't watching you dance with someone else.
He pushed through the crowd toward the back of the house. The hallway was quieter. The bathroom door was cracked open, light spilling out.
He was about to walk past when you stepped out.
You nearly collided with his chest.
"Oh-" You looked up. Your eyes were glassy. You were tipsy. Maybe more than tipsy. "You."
"Me."
"I was just thinking about you."
"Good things?"
"I was thinking about how much I don't want to see you on Monday."
Jake leaned against the wall. Arms crossed. Calm. "That's funny. I was thinking about how much I'm looking forward to it."
"You're lying."
"I don't lie."
"Everyone lies."
"Not me." He tilted his head. "You're drunk."
"I'm tipsy. There's a difference."
"You're going to be hungover on Monday."
"I'm going to be fine on Monday."
"We'll see."
You stepped closer. Pointed a finger at his chest. "You're my teacher now. That's so weird."
"I'm your tutor. Not your teacher."
"Same thing."
"Different thing."
"You're correcting me already?" Your eyes narrowed. "We haven't even started."
"I'm just preparing you."
"For what?"
"For me."
You stared at him. He stared back.
"I hate you," you said.
Jake smiled. Slow. "Monday. Library. Third floor. Seven o'clock. Don't be late."
"I'm never late."
"You were late to Professor Kim's lecture three times last semester."
Your mouth opened. Closed. "How do you know that?"
"I pay attention."
You blinked at him. Then you shook your head and pushed past him, stumbling slightly on your way back to the party.
Jake watched you go.
He was definitely looking forward to Monday.
You showed up at 6:58 because you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of being late.
The library was mostly empty on a Monday night. Third floor was silent except for the hum of the vending machine and the squeak of your shoes on the floor.
Jake was already there. Of course he was.
He was sitting at a table near the window, laptop open, textbook out, pens lined up perfectly. He looked up when you approached.
"You're early," he said.
"I'm on time."
He gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit down."
You sat. Dropped your bag on the floor. Crossed your arms.
"So." He closed his laptop. "Show me your exam."
"No."
"I can help you by explaining why you failed."
Your jaw tightened. "I didn't fail. I got a 38. That's not technically failing. That's... adjacent to failing."
"38 is failing."
"It's a soft fail."
"There's no such thing."
"There is if I say there is."
Jake leaned back in his chair. Studied you. "You're going to be difficult, aren't you?"
"I'm not difficult. I'm particular."
"Same thing, different font."
You almost smiled. Almost. "Fine." You pulled the exam out of your bag and slid it across the table. "There. Happy?"
He picked it up. Read it. Didn't react. "Okay," he said. "Here's the problem. You don't know how to study."
"I know how to study."
"You know how to memorize things the night before and hope for the best. That's not studying."
"It's worked so far."
"Has it?" He held up the exam. "Because this looks like your luck ran out."
You opened your mouth. Closed it.
"Here's how this is going to work," he said. "You're going to stop pretending you're too good for this. I'm going to stop pretending you're not smart. And we're both going to get through this without killing each other."
"That last part isn't guaranteed."
He almost smiled. "Deal."
He stood up. Walked to the whiteboard the library kept in the corner. Picked up a marker.
"Come here."
You didn't move.
"I'm not going to bite." He looked over his shoulder. "Unless you want me to."
"Enough with the games Sim."
"Then come here so I can actually teach you something."
You stood up. Walked to the whiteboard. Stood as far away from him as possible while still being able to see.
He drew a curve. Labeled it. Started explaining. And he was good at it.
Not condescending. Not slow. Just clear. He asked questions and waited for answers. He didn't fill the silence when you were thinking. He let you struggle until you got it.
A hour in, you understood p-values.
"This shouldn't make sense."
"But it does."
He capped the marker. "Same time Wednesday."
"Yeah."
"Try not to be so angry next time."
"I'm not angry. You grabbed your bag. Walked toward the stairs.
"Hey," he called. You turned.
Jake was leaning against the whiteboard, arms crossed. "You're not stupid. You just don't like being bad at things. There's a difference."
"That's like the second time you've said that."
"Because you keep needing to hear it."
You left. But you thought about it the whole walk home.
The sessions blurred together. Two weeks. Four sessions. Then six.
You stopped fighting it somewhere around session three. Not because you'd given up but because you'd started to actually get it. The material made sense when Jake explained it. He had a way of breaking things down that didn't make you feel like an idiot.
He was still cocky. Still insufferable. Still looked at you like he knew something you didn't.
But you weren't snapping at him anymore. You were learning.
"You're different," Karina said one day at lunch.
"I'm not different."
"You smiled at your phone. Three times. In a row."
"I was looking at memes."
"You were texting Jake."
"I was texting Jake about homework." You threw a fry at her.
Giselle watched the exchange with amusement. "She's not wrong. You've been in a good mood lately."
"I'm in a normal mood."
"You failed a midterm and you're being tutored by a fuckboy. You should be miserable."
"Maybe I've accepted my fate."
You were mid-bite into your sandwich when a shadow fell over the table.
"Hey."
You looked up. Jake was standing there. Holding your jacket.
The jacket you'd left at his apartment two days ago after a session that ran late. The jacket you'd completely forgotten about until this exact moment.
"You left this," he said. "You keep leaving things at my place."
"I don't do it on purpose."
"Sure you don't."
He set the jacket on the table. His fingers brushed yours. Too long to be accidental.
Everyone was watching. Not just Karina and Giselle, who had both gone completely still. But the tables around you. The people walking past. The girl at the fountain who'd been trying to get Jake's attention for weeks.
Wonyoung. She was standing near your table, coffee in hand, eyes locked on you. On the jacket. On the way Jake was looking at you.
"Thanks," you said, pulling the jacket toward you.
"See you Thursday," Jake said. He walked away.
The second he was out of earshot, Karina slammed her hands on the table and screamed.
"What the fuck was that!?"
"Nothing."
"That was not nothing. That was something. He brought you your jacket. He remembered your jacket. He came to find you to give you your jacket."
"He's polite."
"He's not polite. He's a fuckboy. Fuckboys don't return jackets. They keep them as trophies."
Giselle was staring at you. "You've been to his apartment."
"For tutoring."
"You're lying."
"I'm not"
"Y/N." Karina grabbed your wrist. "Look at me. Are you sleeping with him?"
"No!"
"Are you going to sleep with him?"
"I don't- I haven't- I don't know."
Karina and Giselle exchanged a look.
"Oh my God," Giselle whispered. "She likes him."
"I don't like him."
"You like him."
"I tolerate him."
Across the courtyard, Wonyoung was still watching.
She found you after class two days later.
You were walking across campus, earbuds in, not paying attention, when a hand grabbed your arm.
You spun around. Wonyoung.
"What the hell?" you said, pulling your arm back.
"Sorry." She didn't look sorry. "I need to talk to you."
"About?"
"Jake."
You sighed. "I don't have time for this."
"It'll take two minutes."
You looked at her. She was smaller than you remembered. Prettier, too, in a polished, intentional way. Her nails were done. Her hair was curled. She looked like she'd stepped out of a magazine.
"Fine," you said. "Talk."
"What's going on with you and Jake?"
"Nothing."
"He brought you your jacket."
"He's my tutor. He was being nice."
Wonyoung's eyes narrowed. "Jake isn't nice."
"Then why do you want him so badly?"
The question caught her off guard. Her composure cracked, just slightly.
"I've been trying to get his attention for months," she said. "Months. And he's never looked at me the way he looks at you."
You didn't know what to say to that.
"I'm not trying to be mean," Wonyoung continued. "I just want to know. Are you together? Is that a thing?"
"We're not together."
"But you want to be."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
She stepped back. Crossed her arms. "Fine. Whatever. Just... don't waste him. If you're not serious about him, let him go."
"I don't think Jake Sim is the kind of guy you need to protect."
"Maybe not." Wonyoung turned to walk away. Then stopped. "But you're not the only one who sees something in him."
She left.
You stood there for a long moment.
Then you pulled out your phone.
You:Â Some girl just cornered me about you.
Jake:Â Which one?
You:Â Wonyoung.
Jake:Â Ah.
You:Â That's all you have to say?
Jake:Â She's harmless.
You:Â She wants you.
Jake:Â A lot of people want me.
You:Â Cocky.
Jake:Â Honest.
You:Â Same thing.
Jake:Â Different font.
You almost smiled.
Jake:Â See you Thursday.
You:Â See you Thursday.
You brought it up during your next session.
Not on purpose. It just slipped out.
"So Wonyoung," you said, not looking up from your notebook.
Jake didn't look up either. "What about her?"
"You two have history?"
"Define history."
"I saw her at that party cuddled up with you."
He paused. Then set his pen down. "That was before we started tutoring."
"So?"
"So, nothing. She was there. I was there. It didn't mean anything."
"It looked like it meant something."
Jake leaned back in his chair. Studied you. "Are you jealous?"
"I'm not jealous."
"Your face is red." Jake smiled. Slow. "You're jealous."
"I'm not jealous. I'm... curious."
"About my romantic history?"
"About whether you're going to keep doing that while you're supposed to be tutoring me."
"Would it bother you if I did?"
You looked at him. Really looked."Yes," you said.
The word hung in the air.
Jake didn't smile. Didn't tease. He just looked at you, and something shifted in his expression. Something softer.
"Good," he said.
"Good?"
"Good that it would bother you." He picked up his pen. "It would bother me too. If it were the other way around."
You didn't know what to say to that. So you looked back down at your notebook and pretended to study.
But you could feel him watching you. And for the first time, you didn't hate it.
It happened after a late session.
You'd been studying for three hours. Your brain was fried. Your eyes were tired. And Jake had been looking at you all night like you were something he wanted to eat.
"You're staring," you said.
"I'm thinking."
"About what?"
"About how you bite your lip when you're concentrating."
Your pen stopped moving.
"Don't," you said.
"Don't what?"
"Don't say things like that."
"Why not?"
"Because we're supposed to be studying."
"We've been studying for three hours. Take a break."
"I don't need a break."
"You do." He stood up. Walked around the table. Leaned against it, right next to your chair. "You've been tensing your shoulders for the last hour. You haven't blinked in thirty seconds. You need a break."
"I need to pass this class."
"You will. But tonight you need to relax."
You looked up at him. He was close. Too close.
"And how do you suggest I do that?"
Jake's hand came up to your face. Slow. Deliberate. His thumb brushed your lower lip. "Let me," he said.
"Why?"
"Because I want to."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one you need."
You should have said no. You should have packed your bag and walked out and gone home and thought about this in the morning. Instead, you kissed him.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't tentative. It was hungry and frustrated and tasted like every argument you'd been having for weeks. His hands were in your hair. Your hands were on his chest. He pulled you up from the chair and pressed you against the table.
"There she is," he murmured against your mouth.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
You kissed him harder.
He laughed. Then his hands were under your shirt and your hands were in his hair and you had never wanted anyone the way you wanted him right now.
"Bedroom," he said.
"Yeah."
He took your hand.
His bedroom was dark. The sheets were rumpled. It smelled like him, clean, with something underneath that you couldn't name. He pushed the door closed and turned to look at you.
"Last chance," he said.
"For what?"
"To change your mind."
"I'm not going to change my mind."
He kissed you again. Slower this time. His hands slid under your shirt, palms flat against your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra. You gasped against his mouth.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"I want you to stop talking."
"That's not how this works." He pulled back. Looked at you. His eyes were dark. Serious. "I need to hear you say it."
"Say what?"
"Say you want this. Say you want me. Not because you're stressed. Not because of the tutoring. Because you've been thinking about this as much as I have."
Your heart was pounding.
"How do you know I've been thinking about it?"
"Because you're here. Because you kissed me first. Because you're looking at me right now like you want to climb inside my skin." He tilted his head. "Am I wrong?"
You grabbed his shirt and pulled him close.
"I want you," you said against his mouth. "I've wanted you since the party. Since the first session. Since you said good girl like it meant something."
"It meant something."
"Then show me."
He took his time. Unhurried. Every touch deliberate. Every kiss slower than the last. You tried to rush him. You grabbed at his belt, tugged at his shirt, tried to flip him over. He caught your wrists. Held them above your head.
"Not yet," he said. Voice low. Firm.
"Jake-"
"I've been waiting for this." His lips brushed your ear. "I'm not going to rush. You're not going to rush. You're going to take what I give you. Understood?"
You glared at him. "You're not the boss of me."
"Tonight I am."
"That's cute."
He squeezed your wrists. Not hard. Just enough. "You want to test me? Go ahead. But you're not going to win."
"You're insufferable."
"You keep saying that."
"Because it's true."
He smiled. Then he released your wrists and his mouth was on your neck, your collarbone, lower. He kissed down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. He took his time there too, mouthing at the sensitive skin, breathing hot against you.
"You're so tense," he murmured.
"I'm not tense."
"You're shaking."
"I'm cold."
"You're not cold."
He looked up at you. Held your gaze. Then he lowered his mouth where you wanted him most.
You gasped. Your hands flew to his hair.
"That's it," he said against you. "Hold on."
He worked you slowly, deliberately, watching your face the whole time. Every time you got close, he pulled back. Every time you whined, he smiled.
"Please," you finally said.
"Please what?"
"Please don't stop."
"Good girl."
He didn't stop.
His mouth was everywhere tongue flat against you, then pointed, then circling exactly where you needed him most. He groaned against your skin like he was the one getting pleased, like tasting you was his reward, not yours. His hands pinned your hips down when you tried to squirm away, holding you open for him, taking his time. He wasn't in a rush. He wanted to watch you fall apart.
When you came, you came hard, back arching off the bed, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer. He didn't let you recover. He kissed up your body, slow and lazy, like he had all the time in the world.
You reached for him, pulled him up, tried to flip him onto his back.
He didn't move.
"Not yet," he said.
"Jake-"
"You think we're done?" He pressed his forehead to yours. His breath was hot. His voice was low. "We're just getting started."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
He smiled. Slow. Dangerous.
"Pop quiz."
You blinked. "What?"
He pulled back. Sat up on his knees. Looked down at you spread out beneath him flushed, wet, still shaking from your orgasm.
"You've been learning a lot in our sessions," he said. "But I want to make sure you're paying attention."
"To statistics?"
"To me."
He reached for his belt. Unbuckled it slowly. Pulled it free from the loops.
"This is a different kind of lesson," he said. "But the rules are the same. I ask a question. You answer. If you get it right, you get rewarded."
"And if I get it wrong?"
He folded the belt in half. Tapped it against his palm.
"You get punished."
You moaned, your stomach flipped. Heat pooled low in your belly.
"What kind of questions?"
"We'll start easy." He leaned down, kissed your neck, bit softly at your collarbone. "What's the formula for a confidence interval?"
"You're joking."
"I never joke about education."
You stared at him. He stared back. His eyes were dark. Serious. Waiting.
"Sample mean," you said slowly, "plus or minus the critical value times the standard error."
"Good job."
He kissed you. Deep. Rewarding. His hand slid between your legs, fingers finding you already wet, already ready.
"That's one," he said against your mouth. "Want another?"
"Yes."
"Then pay attention."
He flipped you onto your stomach. Pulled your hips up. The belt was still in his hand.
"What's a Type I error?" he asked.
"False positive," you said quickly. "Rejecting a true null hypothesis."
"Good."
He pushed into you from behind. No warning. No slow build. Just full, deep, stretching you open. You cried out, fingers gripping the sheets.
"Jake- fuck"
"That's one point." He pulled out almost all the way. Held there. "What's a Type II error?"
You couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. He was barely inside you, just the tip, and you could feel yourself clenching around nothing.
"Jake, please-"
"Wrong answer."
The belt came down on your ass. Not hard enough to bruise. Hard enough to sting. You gasped.
"Type II error," he said calmly. "False negative. Failing to reject a false null hypothesis." He pushed back in, slow, torturous. "Try again."
"Type II-" You couldn't focus. He was moving now, shallow thrusts, not enough. "Type II is false negative-"
"Full sentence."
"Type II error is failing to reject-Â fuck- failing to reject a false null hypothesis."
"Good fucking girl."
He snapped his hips forward. Hard. Deep. You moaned into the pillow.
"You want another question?"
"Yes Jakey please"
"What's the difference between a one-tailed and a two-tailed test?"
You knew this. But he was fucking you now, really fucking you, and every thrust pushed the answer further out of your brain.
"A one-tailed-" He hit a spot that made your vision white out. "A one-tailed tests in one direction- two-tailed tests both-"
"Both what?"
"Both directions-"
"And when do you use each?"
"I don't-Â fuck, Jake- I can't-"
The belt came down again. Harder this time.
"Incorrect," he said. His voice was colder now. Disappointed. "You're not even trying."
"I am trying-"
"You're distracted." He pulled out. Flipped you onto your back. Stared down at you. "You're so fucked out you can't even answer basic questions."
Your face burned. From the sex. From the shame. From the way he was looking at you.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
"Sorry isn't good enough."
He grabbed your chin. Forced you to look at him.
"You wanted this. You wanted me. Now you're going to take what I give you and you're going to earn it."
"Yes Jake"
"Shut up."
He pushed back inside you. Harder than before. Faster. His hand closed around your throat not squeezing, just holding, just reminding you who was in charge.
"I've been patient," he said, fucking you with each word. "I've been nice. I've let you be bratty and difficult and act like you're too good for this. But right now? Right now you're just a girl on her back, taking my cock because she can't handle a few simple questions."
Your eyes watered. From the sting. From the heat. From the way his words were making you feel things you didn't want to name.
"Say it," he said.
"Say what-"
"Say you're mine. Right now. In this bed. You're fucking mine."
"Mmm I'm yours-"
"Louder."
"I'm yours Jake, all yours."
He kissed you. Bruising. Claiming. His hand moved from your throat to your hair, pulling, tilting your head back.
"One more question," he said. "Get it right and I'll let you cum."
"Okay-"
"What's the probability that I'm going to stop until you've cum at least three more times?"
You blinked at him.
"That's not a real question-"
"Wrong answer."
He pulled out. Flipped you over again. Pulled your hips up and drove back in, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks.
You came without warning. Without permission. Your body just broke, clenching around him, sobbing into the pillow.
He didn't stop.
"That's one," he said. "Two more to go."
"Jake- I can't-"
"You can. And you fucking will slut."
He fucked you through it. Through the oversensitivity, through the tears, through the way your arms gave out and your face pressed into the mattress.
When you came again, it was on his command. His voice in your ear. And your body obeyed.
"You're learning," he said.
He pulled out. Rolled you onto your back one last time. Stared down at you all wrecked, crying, completely undone.
"One more," he said.
"Fuck I can't-"
"You can."
He pushed back inside you. Slow this time. Gentle. His thumb found your clit and circled softly, coaxing, not demanding.
"Look at me," he said.
You looked at him.
His face was different now. Softer. His eyes were dark but not cold. He pulled you on top of him while watching you like you were something precious.
"Cum for me," he said quietly. "One more time. Nice and slow."
You came apart rolling your hips, letting it wash over you. He followed right after, buried deep, forehead pressed to yours.
Neither of you moved.
His hand came up to your face. Wiped your tears.
"You did good," he said.
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"No," you agreed. "I don't."
He pulled out. Pulled you against his chest. Wrapped his arms around you.
"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.
"For tutoring?"
"For whatever you want."
You laughed. It came out weak.
"Yeah," you said. "Same time tomorrow."
After that first night, something shifted.
Not dramatically. Not with words or labels or awkward conversations. It just happened. Slowly. Naturally.
Tutoring sessions still happened. Twice a week, sometimes three times. Jake still explained statistics with that infuriating calm, and you still rolled your eyes and snapped at him when he got too cocky. But now, when the session ended, you didn't leave right away.
The first time you stayed, it was because you were tired. Really tired. You'd been up late studying for a different exam, and when Jake finished explaining p-values for the third time, you put your head down on the table and didn't pick it back up.
"You can't sleep here," he said.
"I'm not sleeping. I'm resting my eyes."
"You're snoring."
"I don't snore."
"You're snoring right now."
You lifted your head just enough to glare at him. He was smiling with a shine to his eyes.
"Come on," he said. "The couch is more comfortable."
That was the first night you fell asleep on his couch. He threw a blanket over you and sat on the floor next to you, grading papers by the light of his laptop. When you woke up at 2 AM, he was asleep sitting up, head tilted back, mouth slightly open.
You should have gone home.
You didn't.
You pulled him down onto the couch next to you, and he wrapped an arm around you without waking up, and you fell back asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
After that, it became a thing.
Some nights you slept together the real kind, the messy kind, the kind that left you breathless and sore and smiling into the dark. Other nights you just watched movies. He liked action. You liked horror. You compromised on thrillers and spent most of the time arguing about the plot.
He made you popcorn on the stove, not the microwave, because he was "not a savage." You made fun of him for it. Then you ate three servings.
You never talked about what you were.
Not once.
You were tutoring. You were sleeping together. You were cuddling on his couch at 1 AM, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm, your head on his chest.
But you weren't together.
Or maybe you were. Neither of you said it.
Karina asked. Of course she did.
"So," she said one day at lunch, "are you guys like... together together?"
"I don't know."
"How do you not know?"
"Because we haven't talked about it."
"You've slept together multiple times."
"I'm aware."
"You cuddle?"
"...Yes."
"You text him good morning?"
"That's private."
"That's a yes." Karina leaned back. "You're together. You just haven't admitted it yet."
"We're not not together."
"What does that even mean?"
"It means I don't know what it means."
Giselle snorted. "That's the most non answer I've ever heard."
But they weren't wrong. Something had changed. You felt it every time Jake looked at you. Every time his hand found yours under the table. Every time he said good night like he meant stay.
You just didn't know how to name it.
Neither did he.
Jake's friends noticed before he did.
Or maybe they noticed first. He'd been different lately. Softer. He laughed more. He checked his phone more. He left parties early without explanation.
"You're whipped," Sunghoon said.
"I'm not whipped."
"You left Jay's party at 10 PM because she texted you."
"I was tired."
"You've never been tired at parties."
Jake didn't have an answer for that.
They were at their usual table on campus, halfway through lunch. Jay was picking at his food. Heeseung was scrolling on his phone.
"So," Jay said, "are you going to ask her out or what?"
"We're already... doing things."
"Doing things isn't dating."
"We watch movies."
"That's not dating either."
"We sleep together."
Jay raised his eyebrows. "Okay, that's closer. But still not dating."
Jake ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what we are."
"Then ask her."
"It's not that simple."
"Why not?"
Because he was scared. Because he'd never done this before. Because every time he looked at you, he felt something he couldn't name, and naming it made it real, and real meant he could lose it.
"Because," he said.
"Great reason."
Heeseung looked up from his phone. "You like her."
"I know I like her."
"Then do something about it."
Jake was quiet for a moment. Then he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Sunghoon asked.
"To find her. She has class in twenty minutes. I'm going to walk with her."
Jay cheered. "That's adorable."
"Shut up."
"You're blushing."
"I'm not blushing."
Jake flipped him off and walked away.
Behind him, he heard Sunghoon say, "Told you. Whipped."
He didn't turn around.
You were sitting on a bench near the science building, Karina on one side and Giselle on the other, when the topic of Jake came up.
It always came up lately.
"So," Karina said, kicking your foot, "have you guys talked about it yet?"
"Talked about what?"
"About what you are."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't know what to say."
Giselle leaned in. "You could start with 'I like you.'"
"I don't even know if he wants that."
Karina stared at you. "Are you serious?"
"What?"
"He cuddles you. He makes you popcorn. He walked you home in the rain last week. He looks at you like you hung the moon."
"He looks at everyone like that."
"He absolutely does not. I've seen him look at other girls. He looks at them like he's deciding what to order for dinner. He looks at you like he's already eaten and he's still hungry."
Giselle nodded. "She's right. He's down bad."
"He's not down bad."
"He texted you good morning every day for two weeks."
You laughed. "You guys are insane."
"We're realistic. You're the one who's in denial."
"Fine. Maybe I like him."
"Maybe?"
"Okay. I like him."
"And?" Karina prompted.
"And... I don't know what to do about it."
"You could start by not hiding it."
"I'm not hiding it."
"You literally just whispered 'I like him' like it was a secret."
"It's not a secret."
"Then say it louder."
"I like him," you said, normal volume.
"Louder."
"I like him!"
"And?"
"I like Jake Sim!."
"And?"
"And I want him to be my boyfriend!."
The words echoed across the courtyard.
You froze.
Because standing ten feet away, right at the edge of the path, was Jake.
He had his hands in his pockets. His head was tilted. And he was smiling.
"Is that so?" he asked.
Your face went red. Karina and Giselle dissolved into giggles behind you.
"Jake-" you started.
"I like you too, by the way." He walked closer. Stopped in front of you. "And I want to be your boyfriend."
"You heard that?"
"Everyone heard that."
You looked around. A few people were staring. Someone was openly filming.
"Oh my God."
"Yeah." Jake was still smiling. "So. Boyfriend?"
"Shut up."
"Is that a yes?"
"It's a shut up."
"I'll take that as a yes."
He leaned down and kissed you. Right there. In front of everyone. Karina whooped. Giselle clapped.
When he pulled back, your face was somehow even redder.
"I hate you," you said.
"No, you don't."
"You're right," you agreed.
"Good. Now walk me to class."
"You walk me to class."
He laughed. Took your hand. Pulled you up from the bench.
"See you later," he said to Karina and Giselle.
You didn't look back. Jake's hand was warm in yours.
"So," he said. "Boyfriend."
"Don't push it."
"Too late. I'm pushing it."
"You're insufferable."
"Your insufferable boyfriend."
You stopped walking. Looked at him.
"My boyfriend," you said.
"Yeah."
"Like, officially?"
"Like officially."
You kissed him again. Quick. Soft.
"Wow that was easy hmm okay," you said.
"Okay?"
"Okay, boyfriend."
He grinned.
"Now walk me to class," you said.
"Yes, ma'am."
He didn't let go of your hand the whole way.
You were exhausted.
Not because you hadn't slept. You had. But you'd slept with Jake, which meant you'd stayed up late talking, then not talking, then talking again. By the time you actually fell asleep, it was almost 3 AM.
Now you were in Professor Lee's lecture, and your eyelids were winning the war.
You rested your head on your hand. Blinked. Blinked again.
Your eyes closed.
"You're falling asleep," a voice whispered.
Jake. He was sitting next to you. He'd started sitting next to you in every class you shared, which was three. He said it was "strategic." You said it was "clingy."
"I'm not falling asleep," you murmured. "I'm resting my eyes."Your head slipped off your hand. You caught yourself just before it hit the desk.
Jake laughed quietly.
"Go away," you mumbled.
"No."
"Then let me sleep."
"You can't sleep in class."
"Watch me."
You put your head down on the desk. Your eyes closed. The professor's voice faded into background noise.
You were almost there. Almost asleep.
Then you felt it.
Jake's hand on your thigh.
You didn't move. Didn't react. Maybe he was just...
His hand slid higher. Your eyes opened.
"Jake," you whispered.
"Shh."
"What are you doing?"
"Keeping you awake."
"This isn't keeping me awake."
His fingers found the button of your jeans. Your breath caught.
"Stop," you whispered.
"Do you want me to stop?"
You didn't answer. He took that as a no.
Jake's fingers worked the button of your jeans open. Slow. Deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world.
You should have stopped him.
You were in class. In the third row. Professor Lee was ten feet away, droning on about statistical significance. There were people on either side of you. People behind you. People who could look up at any moment and see exactly what was happening.
You should have stopped him.
You didn't.
His hand slipped inside your jeans. Past the waistband of your underwear. His fingers were warm, fingertips rough against your skin, and he moved with the confidence of someone who already knew exactly where to touch.
"You're wet," he murmured, so quiet only you could hear.
"Jake."
"You've been thinking about this?"
"No."
"Liar."
His finger circled your clit. Once. Twice. You bit your lip to keep from making a sound.
"Look at me," he said.
You turned your head. His eyes were dark. Focused. That stupid smirk was gone, replaced by something hungrier.
"Don't make a sound," he said.
"I won't."
He slid a finger inside you.
Your hand flew to your mouth. You pressed your knuckles against your lips, breathing hard through your nose. The professor kept talking. No one looked back. No one knew.
Except Jake.
He added a second finger. Curled them. Hit a spot that made your vision blur.
"Jake," you breathed.
"Shh."
"Someone's going to see."
"Then you'd better be quiet love."
He pumped his fingers slowly, deliberately, watching your face the whole time. His thumb pressed against your clit with every thrust. You were gripping the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles were white.
"So tight," he murmured. "You're going to cum already?"
"No."
"You're close. I can feel it."
"You can't-"
"I can feel everything." He leaned closer. His lips brushed your ear. "I can feel how much you want this. How much you want me. You're dripping down my fingers princess."
Your face burned. Your body burned. Everything burned.
"Please," you whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please don't stop."
He didn't.
His fingers moved faster. Harder. His thumb pressed down. You were shaking, legs trembling under the desk, teeth sinking into your knuckle to muffle the sounds.
"That's it," he whispered. "Cum for me. Right here. In class. With everyone watching."
It ripped through you, sudden and violent, your back arching, your eyes squeezing shut. You bit down so hard on your hand you left marks. Jake's fingers kept moving, working you through it, prolonging it until you were nothing but static.
When you finally opened your eyes, he was smiling.
"I hate you."
"You just came on my fingers in the middle of class."You're going to thank me later."
He pulled his hand out of your jeans. Slowly. Deliberately. And then still watching you he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
One by one.
His eyes never left yours. You forgot how to breathe.
"Jake," you said. Your voice came out strangled.
"Yeah?"
"We need to leave."
"Class isn't over."
"I don't care."
"You don't?"
"No."
You stood up. Grabbed your bag. Your legs were still shaking. Jake watched you with that infuriating calm, like he knew exactly what was coming next.
"Y/N," he said.
"Get up Jake."
"Where are we going?"
"Bathroom. Janitor's closet. Your car. I don't care. Get up."
He stood. Sling his bag over his shoulder. His hand found the small of your back as you walked toward the door. Professor Lee didn't even look up.
The second you were in the hallway, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the stairwell.
"Impatient," he said.
"Shut up."
"You dragged me out of class."
"Shut up."
"You must really want-"
You pushed him against the wall of the stairwell and kissed him. Hard. His hands went to your waist. Yours went to his belt.
"Someone could come in," he said against your mouth.
"Then you'd better be quiet."
He laughed. "Learning from me?"
"You started it in class."
"I was keeping you awake."
"You think you're funny," you said while dropping to your knees.
Jake's breath hitched.
"Oh," he said.
"Yeah. Oh."
Your hands found his belt. Unbuckled it. Pulled it open. His jeans came next, then his boxers, and he was already hard, already leaking, already looking down at you like he couldn't believe this was happening.
"You've been thinking about this," you said.
"Every day."
"Every session?"
"Every single one."
You wrapped your hand around him. Stroked once. Twice. He groaned, head falling back against the wall.
"Shh," you said. "Be quiet."
"You be quiet."
"I'm not the one who's going to make noise."
"You're about to be."
You leaned forward. Took him in your mouth.
His hand flew to your hair. Not pushing. Just holding. Just feeling.
You started slow. Teasing. Tongue flat against the underside, then pointed, then circling the tip. He tasted like salt and soap and something else you couldn't name.
"Jesus," he breathed.
You pulled off. Looked up at him.
"If I can be quiet during class," you said, "you can be quiet in a stairwell."
"That's different-"
His grip tightened in your hair. "You're evil," he said.
"You like it."
"I hate it."
"No, you don't."
You took him again. Deeper this time. He groaned, low and rough, and you felt it in your chest.
You set a rhythm. Slow. Deliberate. Every time he got close to the edge, you pulled back. Let him cool down. Started again.
He was a mess in your hands. Leaning against the wall, head back, jaw slack, breathing in short, sharp gasps.
"You're killing me," he whispered.
You took him deeper. Swallowed around him. His hips jerked.
"Fuck-"
A door opened above you.
Footsteps. Echoing down the stairs.
Someone was coming.
Jake's eyes flew open. He reached for your shoulders, tried to pull you off.
"Stop," he whispered. "Someone's-"
You didn't stop.
"Y/N-"
You looked up at him. Didn't let go. Didn't slow down.
His face was going through all kinds of emotions. Fear and pleasure and something darker, something hungrier. He was frozen, torn between pushing you away and holding you there.
The footsteps got closer.
Jake clamped a hand over his own mouth.
You smiled around him.
The footsteps passed. A door opened. Closed.
Silence.
Jake pulled you off by your hair. Not hard. Just enough.
"You didn't stop," he said.
"And?"
His eyes were black. His chest was heaving.
"You're going to regret that," he said.
"No, I'm not."
He grabbed you by the jaw and pressed you against the wall, back to concrete, his body flush against your chest.
"You think you're in control," he said into your ear.
"I know I am."
"You're not."
His hand fisted in your hair. Tilted your head back.
"Open," he said.
You opened your mouth.
He pushed inside. Not gentle. Not slow. Rough and deep and exactly what you'd been waiting for.
"You wanted to play," he said, thrusting into your mouth. "Now you're going to finish what you started."
His hand held you in place. His hips snapped forward. He fucked your mouth like he'd been holding back the whole time and he had finally snapped.
You gagged. Tears pricked your eyes. You didn't pull away.
"That's it," he groaned. "That's my girl."
He was messy. Sloppy. Spit dripped down your chin. He didn't care. Neither did you.
"I'm close," he said. "You're going to take all of it like a champ right?"
You looked up at him. Nodded as best you could.
He came with a choked sound, buried deep in your throat, and you swallowed everything. Didn't miss a drop.
He pulled out. Stepped back to admire you.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Looked up at him.
He was wrecked. Hair a mess. Chest still heaving. Looking at you like you'd just ruined him for anyone else.
"Good girl," he said, voice hoarse.
You stood up. Fixed your clothes. Fixed his.
"We're going to be late for class," you said.
"I don't care."
"You should care. You're a tutor."
"I'm your tutor." He kissed you. Soft this time. Almost sweet. He took your hand. Led you back toward the door.
"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.
"Same stairwell?"
"Same stairwell."
You laughed. Pushed the door open.
The hallway was empty.
No one knew what had just happened.
That was the best part, it was yours and Jakes dirty secret.
Parties weren't your thing anymore. Or maybe they were, but you'd rather be on Jake's couch, wrapped in his hoodie, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin while some terrible action movie played in the background.
But Jake had asked.
"Come with me," he'd said, tugging on the sleeve of his black button down. The one that made your brain short-circuit.
"Why?"
"Because I want to show you off."
"You want to show me off?"
"Yeah." He said it like it was obvious. "You're hot. I'm hot. We're hot together. People should know."
So now you were here.
The music was loud enough to feel in your teeth, and the lights were low enough that you could pretend no one was staring.
But they were staring.
Because you walked in with Jake's hand on your lower back, his fingers pressed into the curve of your waist, and everyone noticed.
That's Jake's girl.
Damn, they look good together.
You danced with Jake. You drank something sweet that he handed you. You met his friends properly met them, not just the passing introductions from before.
"I'm going to grab a drink. You want one?"
"Yeah. Same thing."
"Be right back."
He disappeared into the crowd.
That's when she found you.
"You think you're so special."
You turned. Wonyoung.
She was standing a few feet away, drink in hand, eyes sharp. She looked good she always looked good but there was something brittle about her tonight. Something desperate.
"Wonyoung," you said.
"Don't say my name like you know me."
"I don't know you. That's the point."
She stepped closer. "You think you've won."
"I'm not playing a game."
She stepped closer. Close enough that you could smell her perfume. "He's going to get bored of you," she said. "He gets bored of everyone. You're not special. You're just the one who said no first. That's all this is. A challenge. Once he wins, he'll move on."
"You already tried that line."
"Because it's true."
"It's not."
"How do you know?"
You tilted your head. "Because I'm here. And you're not."
Her face twisted. "You're such a bitch."
"And you're obsessed with my boyfriend. Which one's worse?"
"You're not even-"
"I'm not even what? His girlfriend?" You smiled. "I am. He asked. I said yes. Sorry you had to find out like this."
Wonyoung's face went red. Then white. Then red again.
"You're lying." She looked like she wanted to throw her drink in your face. You almost wished she would. At least then you'd have an excuse.
But before she could move, a hand landed on your waist. Jake.
"I leave for five minutes," he said, voice calm, "and you're already causing trouble."
"I'm not causing anything. She started it."
Jake looked at Wonyoung. His expression didn't change, but something behind his eyes went cold.
"Wonyoung," he said. "We've talked about this."
"Have we?" She laughed. "You've been ignoring me for weeks. You don't return my texts. You don't even look at me anymore."
"Because I have nothing to say to you."
"You had plenty to say before."
"That was before." He stepped closer to you. His hand stayed on your waist. "Before her."
Wonyoung's eyes flicked to you. Filled with something ugly.
"I'm going to say this once," Jake said. "Stay away from her. Stay away from me. If I hear about you coming near her again, talking to her, texting her, even looking at her I'm going to make sure everyone knows exactly what you've been doing."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
Wonyoung stared at him. Then at you. Then back at him.
"I loved you," she whispered.
"No." Jake shook his head. "You wanted to win me. There's a difference."
She didn't respond instead she turned and walked away.
Jake's hand was still on your waist. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, she's not worth my energy."
He watched your face for a long moment. Looking for cracks. Finding none. You let the silence stretch. Let your heartbeat slow. Then you looked up at him.
"I've been meaning to tell you something."
"I got a 95 on the test."
Jake blinked. "What?"
"The exam. The one you've been tutoring me for. 95 percent."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"Show me."
You pulled out your phone. Opened the grade portal. Turned the screen toward him.
95. Right there. Jake stared at it. Then at you. Then back at the screen.
"You did that," he said.
"We did that."
"No." He shook his head. "You did that. I just explained things. You did the work."
"Jake-"
"95 percent." He was smiling now. The one that made your chest ache. "That's my girl."
Your face went warm. "Don't."
"My girl with the 95."
"Jake."
"My girl who's going to pass the class with flying colors because she's smarter than she gives herself credit for."
"Okay, okayyyy"
"My girl."
He kissed you.
Not hard. Not desperate. Soft. Slow. Like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
"I'm proud of you," he said. "Like, really proud."
"I know."
"Like, I'm going to tell everyone how proud I am."
"Please don't."
"Too late. I'm already texting Sunghoon."
"Jake!"
He was already typing. Grinning. You laughed. Hit his chest. He caught your hand and held it.
"Same time tomorrow?"
You looked at him. The cocky tutor who'd gotten under your skin. The guy who remembered your coffee order and mopped on Mondays and looked at you like you were the only person in the room.
this is an index of the parts of the second toxic series : cold bf!sunghoon x reader
â CONTENT WARNING â this series contains heavily toxic dynamics, toxic characters, lots of cursing and problematic behaviors. sooo pls be aware if you start reading it đ«Ą
PART 1 â i love you regardless
PART 2 â you were a dream
PART 3 â stupidhead
PART 4 â vanish
PART 5 â just want u to feel something + PART 5.5 â written (1.8k)
PART 6 â like an angel
PART 7 â professional heartbreaker
PART 8 â time alone w u
PART 9 â youâre always on my mind + PART 9.5 â written (1.6k)
PART 10 â love is a knife
PART 11 â so stunning
PART 12 â as i wave goodbye + PART 12.5 â written part (2k words)
*ongoing.
THIS SERIES IS CONNECTED TO THE HEEJAKE ; JUNGWON ; + [ INCOMING ] JAY ; NI-KI
Just you tonight ; During a warm vacation at Nikiâs family home, you find yourself caught between two extremes, the adorable, overly possessive three-year-old Minjun (Nikiâs nephew), who has declared you as âhis Noona,â and Nikiâs relentless teasing and hunger for you. What starts as a lazy afternoon filled with Minjunâs cute jealousy quickly turns into a steamy, risky night as you and Niki sneak moments together while the entire family sleeps just down the hall.
word count; 4.2k
Warning : boyfriend!niki x fem!reader(gf), relationship stable, MDNI (18+), risky semi-public situations, Romance, Fluff + Smut Domestic Comedy, including oral sex ( f ) creampie ( unprotected ) , Reader discretion is advised.
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The lazy afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Nikiâs living room, casting a warm golden glow over everything. It was already 4 PM, and the house was quiet except for the soft humming of the air conditioner and the occasional giggle from the little boy in your lap.
Minjun, Nikiâs three-year-old nephew, had claimed you as his personal territory for the past hour. He sat comfortably on your thighs, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried in your chest as if letting go would mean losing you forever.
âNoona⊠stay,â he mumbled softly, his little fingers clutching your shirt.
You smiled, gently stroking his soft hair. âIâm not going anywhere, Minjunnie.â
But of course, peace never lasted long when Niki was around.
Niki leaned over the back of the couch with a mischievous grin, his sharp eyes sparkling with playful evil. âYah, Minjun-ah,â he cooed in a sugary voice, reaching out to playfully ruffle the toddlerâs hair. âDonât you think itâs time to share Noona? Sheâs my guest, you know.â
Minjunâs head snapped up immediately. His chubby cheeks puffed out in anger as he swatted Nikiâs hand away with surprising force.
âNo!â he shouted, voice cracking with childish fury. âNoona is mine! Go away, Samchon!â
Niki laughed, clearly enjoying the reaction way too much. He reached again, this time pretending to try and lift Minjun off your lap. âBut Samchon wants to hug Noona too~ Sheâs warm and soft, right?â
Minjunâs eyes started glistening with tears. His bottom lip trembled as he clung to you even tighter, burying his face deeper into your chest.
âNooo! Sheâs my Noona!â he cried, voice wobbling. âYouâre mean, Samchon! I hate you!â
You couldnât help but chuckle, wrapping your arms protectively around the little boy. âNiki, stop bullying him. Canât you see heâs about to cry?â
Niki smirked, completely unbothered. He rested his chin on the couch cushion, eyes locked on you with that signature teasing glint.
âBut look at his face! Itâs so fun. Minjun-ah, if you cry, Noona will feel bad and leave you. Then sheâll only play with me.â
That was the final straw.
Minjun lifted his head, cheeks red and eyes watery, but filled with determination. He pointed a tiny finger straight at Nikiâs face.
âIf you take my Noona⊠I will⊠I will hit you! And I wonât share my toys with you ever again!â he declared bravely, even though his voice shook.
Niki burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. âAigoo, so scary! Our Minjunnie is a warrior now.â
You shook your head, amused but also a little sympathetic toward the poor toddler. You kissed the top of Minjunâs head gently.
âDonât worry, baby. Noona is staying right here with you.â
Minjun sniffled, shooting one last angry glare at his uncle before relaxing in your arms again.
ââŠSamchon is stupid,â he whispered loudly enough for Niki to hear.
Niki gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. âYah! Thatâs it. Iâm stealing Noona tonight.â
Minjun immediately screamed, âNOOO!!â and hugged you like his life depended on it.
You laughed softly, caught in the middle of their adorable little war, secretly enjoying every second of it.
A few hours passed, and the quiet afternoon turned into a lively family gathering. Nikiâs parents arrived first, their arms full of food and gifts. Soon after, his older sister showed up with her own little daughter clinging tightly to her motherâs legs, shyly hiding behind her. A couple of Nikiâs siblings also came, filling the house with laughter, loud conversations, and the smell of home-cooked dinner.
Minjun refused to leave your side the entire evening, proudly introducing you as âmy Noonaâ to everyone. Niki kept stealing teasing glances at you across the room, his eyes promising trouble later.
By nighttime, the house had finally settled. Everyone was tucked into their rooms, the lights were off, and the only sound was the occasional creak of the old wooden floors.
You were finally alone with Niki in his room, lying on his bed in the darkness. The silly conversations from earlier had faded into soft whispers and lingering touches.
âYou were so cute today, getting all jealous over a toddler,â Niki teased quietly, his breath warm against your ear as he pulled you closer.
âShut up,â you whispered back with a soft laugh. âHeâs adorable. Unlike you.â
Niki smirked, his hand sliding under your shirt. âYeah? Let me show you how not-adorable I can beâŠâ
Before you could reply, he captured your lips in a deep kiss. Things escalated quickly. He tugged your shorts down along with your panties in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. You gasped as he moved lower, settling between your thighs.
âNiki⊠waitâthere are so many people in the house,â you whispered urgently, your voice shaky.
He looked up at you with that dangerous playful glint. âThen you better stay quiet, baby.â
His mouth found you instantly â hot, wet, and relentless. He licked and sucked with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every reaction. Your back arched slightly as a whimper escaped your lips. You bit down hard on your knuckle, trying desperately to stay silent.
âMmm⊠fuck, you taste so good,â Niki murmurs against you, his voice low and husky. He didnât stop, his tongue moving faster, sucking harder on that sensitive spot.
You couldnât hold back completely. Another soft, needy whimper slipped out, a little louder this time. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly.
âNiki⊠ahâslow downâŠâ you breathed, barely audible.
He only hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through your body. Your thighs trembled around his head as the pleasure built.
Then â without warning â the bedroom door creaked open.
Your heart stopped.
Niki pulled back instantly, just in time, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Thank god the room was pitch dark. He quickly pulled the blanket over both of you.
A small figure stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. It was Minjun in his little dinosaur pajamas, clutching a stuffed toy.
âI heard someone cryingâŠâ the toddler said in a tiny, worried voice. âNoona⊠are you okay? Were you scared?â
You froze, heart pounding wildly. You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, trying to steady your breathing. Your body was still tingling from Nikiâs touch.
Niki cleared his throat softly, keeping his voice calm. âMinjun-ah, itâs late. Go back to sleep. Noona is fine.â
Minjun stepped a little closer, squinting into the darkness. âBut I heard noises⊠Was Noona having a bad dream?â
You stayed completely quiet, still covering your mouth, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Niki had to suppress a laugh.
âNo bad dreams, buddy,â Niki whispered. âNoona is just⊠really tired. Iâll take care of her. Go back to bed, okay? Samchon will read you a story tomorrow.â
Minjun hesitated for a second, then nodded slowly. âOkay⊠Goodnight, Noona. Donât cry anymore.â
He finally turned and padded away, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
The second the door shut, Niki buried his face in your neck, shaking with silent laughter. your heart was still racing, half from the almost getting caught and half from the lingering heat between your legs.
âOh my god,â he whispered. âThat was too close.â
You lightly smacked his shoulder, still breathless. âThis is your fault! You forgot to lock the door, you idiotâŠâ
Nikiâs low chuckle vibrated against your neck as he hovered over you again, clearly amused by the whole situation.
âLittle cockblocker,â he muttered playfully, lips brushing your skin.
You pushed at his chest lightly, still flushed and breathless. âLock the door firstâŠâ you whispered urgently, your voice barely above a breath. âI swear, Niki, if he comes back again Iâm going to die of embarrassment.â
Niki grinned in the darkness, that signature mischievous smirk you could practically feel even without seeing it. âYes, maâam.â
He quickly rolled off the bed and padded over to the door. You heard the soft click of the lock turning, followed by the faint sound of him sliding the small chain lock into place for extra safety.
âHappy now?â he teased as he crawled back onto the bed, hovering over you once more. The mattress dipped under his weight. âNo more surprise visits from my jealous nephew.â
You nodded, pulling him down by his shirt. âGood. Now finish what you started before someone else decides to wander in.â
Nikiâs eyes darkened with desire. âBossy tonight, arenât we?â He kissed you deeply, tasting slightly of you, before sliding back down your body. âDonât worry⊠Iâll make sure you stay quiet this time.â
He yanked the blanket over his head and settled between your thighs again. His tongue returned with even more hunger â slow, wet strokes followed by firm suction that made your toes curl. You bit your lip hard, but a soft, needy whimper still escaped.
âShhh,â he hummed against you, the vibration making you tremble. âThere are so many people in this house, baby. You donât want Minjun coming back thinking his Noona is crying again, do you?â
You covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rolled through you. âNiki⊠ahâ youâre evilâŠâ
He chuckled quietly, licking you even more deliberately, savoring every reaction. âBut you love it.â
Your free hand tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The risk of getting caught again only made everything feel more intense. Every lick, every suck, every quiet little sound he made against your soaked core pushed you closer to the edge.
âFuck⊠just like that,â you whispered breathlessly, barely keeping your voice under control.
Niki gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he devoured you like heâd been starving for it all day.
The pleasure hit you like a wave, crashing hard and sudden. Your thighs clamped around Nikiâs head as you came intensely, back arching off the bed. A broken, desperate whimper slipped past your fingers despite your best efforts to stay quiet.
âNikiâŠ!â you gasped, voice hoarse and trembling.
Your whole body shook with the aftershocks, breath coming in short, ragged bursts. You didnât even give yourself time to recover. The second the strongest wave passed, you sat up slowly, eyes dark with need.
Niki barely had time to lift his head before you pushed him onto his back. Your hands moved quickly, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one eager motion, freeing his hard length. It sprang up, heavy and aching.
âBabyââ Niki started, surprised, but his words cut off into a low groan as you leaned down and took him into your mouth without hesitation.
You sucked him deeply, warm and wet, swirling your tongue around the tip before sliding further down. Nikiâs hand flew to your hair, fingers threading through it tightly.
âFuck⊠just like that,â he whispered, voice strained as he tried to keep quiet. âYouâre so greedy tonight.â
You hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of your mouth working him, mixed with his quiet, ragged breathing. You took him as deep as you could, then pulled back to focus on the sensitive head, licking and sucking with messy enthusiasm.
Nikiâs head fell back against the pillow, biting his lip hard. âShit⊠slow down a little or Iâm gonna lose it too fast,â he breathed, but his hand in your hair gently guided you, contradicting his words. âEveryoneâs sleeping right down the hall⊠and youâre sucking me like you donât care if we get caught.â
You pulled off just enough to whisper against his slick length, voice husky, âYou started it⊠now shut up and enjoy it.â
Then you dove back down, hollowing your cheeks and taking him deeper. Nikiâs free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as he fought to stay silent. A low, guttural groan escaped him anyway.
âYouâre so fucking good at this⊠my perfect girl,â he praised breathlessly, eyes half-lidded in the dark. âKeep going just like thatâahh, yesâŠâ
Your head bobbed steadily, one hand stroking what your mouth couldnât reach. The risk of the locked door and the full house only made you more eager, sucking him harder, faster, determined to make him feel as good as he made you.
Nikiâs breathing grew heavier, his hips starting to buck up slightly into your mouth. âBaby⊠if you keep doing that Iâm not gonna lastâŠâ
You pulled back slightly, your lips glistening as you looked up at him in the dark. Your tongue darted out, licking slowly around the swollen tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive slit. Nikiâs breath hitched sharply, his fingers tightening in your hair.
âFuck⊠youâre really trying to kill me tonight,â he whispered, voice rough and low.
You gave him a small, naughty smile before wrapping your lips around the head again, sucking gently at first, then taking him deeper. Your hand stroked the base awhile your tongue swirled around him.
Nikiâs hips jerked slightly. âBaby⊠shit, that feels so good.â
You kept your pace steady and wet, hollowing your cheeks every time you slid down. After a few moments, you pulled off just enough to whisper hotly against his throbbing length.
âCum for me, babyâŠâ
The words sent a visible shiver through him. Niki let out a quiet, broken groan, biting down hard on his lip to stay silent.
âYouâre so dirty saying thatâ he breathed, eyes dark with lust. âYou want me to cum in your pretty mouth?â
You answered by sucking him harder, faster, taking him as deep as you could while your hand pumped the rest of his shaft. Your tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock with every stroke.
Nikiâs breathing became ragged. His abs tensed under your other hand as he fought to keep control.
âFuckâ Iâm close⊠donât stop,â he whispered desperately. âJust like that, baby. Gonna cum so hard for youâŠâ
You moaned softly around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. His grip on your hair tightened as his hips stuttered.
âShitâ Iâm cummingââ
He came with a low, choked groan, spilling into your mouth in thick pulses. You kept sucking gently through it, swallowing every drop while he trembled beneath you. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.
You finally pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips before crawling up his body. Niki immediately pulled you into a deep, messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.
âYouâre going to be the death of me,â he murmured against your lips, still breathing hard. âThat was so fucking hot.â
You smiled, cuddling against his chest. âWe should probably sleep before Minjun decides to come back for round two.â
Niki chuckled quietly, wrapping his arms around you tightly. âDoorâs locked. Youâre all mine tonight.â
You stayed curled against Nikiâs chest, both of you still breathing heavily in the dark room. The taste of him was still on your tongue, and the heat between your legs hadnât faded at all. If anything, it had only grown stronger.
After a moment, you shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before whispering against his skin.
âM⊠what if we do it⊠just quick?â
Niki froze for half a second, then let out a low, surprised chuckle. His hand slid down your back and gripped your ass possessively.
âYouâre really testing me tonight, huh?â he murmurs, voice husky. âMy whole family is sleeping right down the hall and you want me to fuck you?â
You nodded shyly, hiding your face in his neck. âJust quick⊠I need you.â
That was all it took.
Niki flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion, settling between your legs. âFuck, youâre so needy,â he whispered hotly, already lining himself up against your soaked entrance. âAlright, baby. Quick and quiet. Can you handle that?â
You bit your lip and nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He pushed in slowly at first, stretching you open with a deep groan that he quickly muffled against your shoulder. âSo fucking wet⊠all for me.â
Once he bottomed out, he didnât waste time. His hips started moving in fast, shallow thrusts â hard enough to make the bed creak softly but quiet enough not to wake anyone. You clung to his shoulders, biting down on your own arm to stay silent as pleasure shot through you with every stroke.
âNiki⊠ahâ fuckâŠâ you whimpered quietly, trying so hard to hold back your voice.
âShhh, baby,â he breathed against your ear, pounding into you quicker. âYou wanted it fast, remember? Take it like a good girl.â
His pace was relentless but controlled. Skin slapped quietly against skin under the blanket as he fucked you deep and fast. One of his hands reached between you to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back.
âYou feel so good,â he groaned softly. âSo tight⊠squeezing me so perfectly.â
Your nails dug into his back as the pressure built fast. The risk, the quickness, and how badly you both needed it made everything more intense.
âIâm close againââ you gasped, voice barely audible.
âMe too,â Niki panted, thrusting harder. âCum with me, baby. Cum on my cock.â
A few more deep strokes and you both fell apart. You came hard, burying your face in his neck to muffle your moan. Niki followed right after, burying himself deep inside you with a quiet, shaky groan as he filled you up.
For a moment, you both just breathed heavily, tangled together and sweaty.
Niki kissed your forehead, still inside you. âThat was supposed to be quick⊠but you feel too good,â he whispered with a lazy smile. âNext time Iâm taking my time with you.â
After catching your breath for a few minutes, Niki kissed your shoulder and whispered, âWe made a mess⊠letâs clean up before we actually get caught.â
You both quietly slipped out of bed. The house was dead silent as you tiptoed across the room. The second you stepped into the small attached bathroom and closed the door, Niki locked it â but the tension in the air was thicker now. The bathroom felt even more dangerous. Thin walls. Everyone sleeping just down the hallway. One loud sound and the whole house might wake up.
Niki didnât give you time to think. He spun you around, pressing your front against the cold bathroom sink. You gasped softly as he yanked your oversized shirt up to your waist.
âHold onto the sink,â he breathed against your ear.
You gripped the edge tightly. Niki lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm and holding it up high, spreading you open. The position was filthy and risky â you were completely exposed, balanced on one foot while he stood behind you.
He rubbed his hard cock against your slick folds once, then pushed in deep with one smooth thrust. Both of you let out quiet, shaky breaths.
âFuck⊠still so wet,â he groaned under his breath, starting to move.
He fucked you from behind in deep, steady strokes, his hips snapping against your ass. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed softly in the small bathroom. You bit your lip hard, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but it felt so intense in this position.
âNiki⊠slow downââ you whispered breathlessly, but your body betrayed you, pushing back against him.
âCanât,â he panted, gripping your raised thigh tighter, pounding into you harder. âYou feel too fucking good like this.â
Your leg trembled in his hold as he drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. The mirror in front of you was starting to fog up. You could barely keep your moans in.
Suddenly, you turned your head, desperate for him. âKiss meâŠâ
Niki leaned forward without missing a beat, capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss. His tongue slid against yours as he kept fucking you, the angle making him go even deeper. The kiss muffled both of your sounds â wet, desperate, and needy.
You whimpered into his mouth as he thrust faster, his free hand reaching around to rub your clit.
âQuiet, baby,â he whispered against your lips, voice strained. âUnless you want Minjun to come knocking again⊠or my mom.â
The risky words only turned you on more. You kissed him harder, moaning softly into his mouth as pleasure built rapidly.
Nikiâs grip on your leg tightened, his thrusts becoming sharper and deeper. âIâm close again⊠cum with me.â
A few more hard strokes and you shattered, biting down on his bottom lip to stay silent as your orgasm crashed over you. Niki groaned quietly into the kiss, burying himself deep as he came inside you, filling you up for the second time tonight.
You both stayed like that for a moment â leg still held up, his cock twitching inside you, breathing heavily against each otherâs mouths.
Niki finally lowered your leg gently and kissed the back of your neck. âYouâre addicted to danger now, huh?â he teased softly, a smirk in his voice.
You smiled weakly, legs still shaking. âShut up and help me clean up before we get really unluckyâŠâ
The next morning, sunlight peeked through the curtains as you quietly slipped out of Nikiâs bedroom, still a little sore and trying to act normal. Your hair was slightly messy, and you were wearing one of Nikiâs oversized shirts over your shorts, hoping no one would notice.
You barely took two steps into the hallway when you heard fast little footsteps.
âNoona!â
Minjun came running at full speed in his dinosaur pajamas, his face lighting up the second he saw you. He crashed into your legs, wrapping his tiny arms around you tightly like heâd been waiting all night.
âNoona! Youâre awake!â he exclaimed, squeezing you as hard as his little arms could manage. âI missed you. Why did you sleep in Samchonâs room? You should sleep with me!â
Before you could even answer, he pulled back and lifted his arms toward you, making grabby hands.
âCarry me? Pleaseee?â His big round eyes were impossible to resist.
You smiled softly and bent down, lifting him onto your hip. Minjun immediately wrapped his arms around your neck and buried his face in your shoulder, sighing happily.
Niki stepped out of the room behind you, hair messy, smirking when he saw the scene. âWow, I donât even get a good morning hug?â
Minjun turned his head and stuck his tongue out at his uncle. âNoona is mine in the morning.â
Niki laughed quietly. âJealous little guy.â
The three of you walked to the dining area where Nikiâs family was already gathered for breakfast. His parents, older sister, and siblings were chatting around the big table filled with rice, grilled fish, soup, and side dishes.
His mom smiled warmly when she saw you carrying Minjun. âGood morning! Did you sleep well, dear?â
You felt your cheeks warm slightly, remembering exactly how little sleep you actually got. âY-yes, I did. Thank you.â
Minjun refused to let you put him down. He stayed glued to your lap the entire time you sat at the table, even when you tried to reach for food. Every time Niki leaned closer to you or tried to talk to you, Minjun would dramatically hug your neck tighter.
âSamchon, go away,â Minjun mumbled, feeding you a piece of egg with his little spoon. âNoona is eating with me.â
Niki raised an eyebrow, amused. âYah, Minjun-ah. Youâre really declaring war this early in the morning?â
Minjun nodded seriously, cheeks puffed out. âNoona likes me more. Right, Noona?â
You gently stroked his hair, trying not to laugh. âYouâre very special to me, Minjunnie.â
That answer seemed to satisfy him for about ten seconds before he looked up at you again with sparkling eyes.
âTonight,â he declared loudly enough for the whole table to hear, âI want to sleep with Noona. In Noonaâs room. Not with stupid Samchon.â
Niki nearly choked on his water. His older sister burst out laughing while his mom looked between all of you, clearly entertained.
âOh? And why is that?â Niki asked, leaning forward with a teasing grin.
âBecauseâŠâ Minjun hugged you tighter, âI heard Noona crying last night. She must be scared sleeping with you. So I will protect her and sleep next to her.â
The table went quiet for a second before everyone started laughing. You avoided Nikiâs gaze. Niki, on the other hand, was biting his lip to stop himself from laughing too hard.
âIs that so?â Niki said, eyes full of mischief as he looked at you. âYou heard her crying, huh?â
You lightly kicked his leg under the table.
Minjun nodded proudly. âYes. So next time, Noona sleeps with me. Okay?â
His mom chuckled. âMinjunnie is so protective of his Noona.â
You kissed the top of Minjunâs head, still embarrassed but endeared. âWeâll see, baby. Now finish your breakfast.â
Minjun smiled victoriously and continued feeding you, completely unaware of how emmbrass you were.
Niki just smirked at you across the table, mouthing silently Weâre definitely locking the door again tonight.
heyy. i have an idea for a fic. jake is an obgyn who also takes care of wife!reader because he wants to see the progress of their child every month. then jake asked her whether she wants to do the natural birth or c-sections. she answered the first one. and since the due date is getting closer, he also suggests that they both should have sex often to help initiate labor. you can do the rest!
ÖŽ àŁȘđ€.áHusband/Doctor! Jake x Wife/Patient! Reader: pregnancy intimacy, P in V, praise kink, sweet-dirty talk, gentle and devotion husband, stimulation, fluff-smut, soft sex, initial context, MDNI.
Hey! Thank you for trusting on me with your idea, I hope you enjoy reading it! đ
You walked down the hallway with slow, measured steps, feeling every gram of those thirty-eight weeks of pregnancy settling into your lower back. In one hand, you carried your prenatal check-up folder, which that afternoon seemed heavier than usual. When the automatic doors opened in front of you, your eyes immediately found his.
Jake, who had been reviewing some documents at the counter, set them aside without a second thought and came straight to you.
âWell, look whoâs hereâmy precious patient,â he said sweetly.
He took the folder from your hand and, at the same time, wrapped an arm around your waist, replacing your own hand on your lower back with his and offering you immediate relief.
âSign her in, please, Miss. Jung. Iâll start with her right away,â he told his assistant.
âYou should let me register like a normal patient,â you chided in an amused whisper as you crossed the threshold into his office.
Jake ignored your protest with a barely concealed smile and hurried to help you onto the examination table, guarding every one of your movements to spare you the slightest effort.
âItâs because youâre not just any patient,â he replied with a slight shrug, sitting on the stool in front of you. âMrs. Sim, you shouldnât feel embarrassed about being your own husbandâs favorite.â
You pressed your lips together, fighting the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, but the spark of complicity in his gaze was enough to make you let out a soft laugh. Seeing him in his element, wearing that white coat and exuding that natural confidence in his office, always had the same effect on you: a mixture of immense pride and a warmth that lingered in your chest.
âWell, first letâs check on Mom,â he said, slipping back into his professional tone as he picked up the sphygmomanometer.
He immediately wrapped the cuff around your arm. The silence in the office was broken only by the sound of the Velcro and your calm breathing. Jake kept his gaze fixed, concentrated, as his fingers found your pulse. He waited a few seconds, listening to the soft hiss of air escaping the cuff, before noting the results in your chart.
As soon as he finished, he set the equipment aside and leaned toward you, closing the distance to place a chaste, tender kiss on your forehead.
âEverythingâs fine, my love,â he whispered with a smile, brushing his nose against yours. âYour blood pressure is perfect, just as I expected from my favorite patient. Now, letâs see how our little one is doing.â
Jake set the folder down and pulled a flexible measuring tape from his pocket. He positioned himself at your side, holding your arm for stability.
âThatâs it, love. Lean back a little more,â he asked, making sure you were comfortable and not short of breath. âThere⊠are you comfortable?â
You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile as he lifted the hem of your blouse, exposing the tight curve of your belly.
âLetâs seeâŠâ he murmured to himself. With extreme care, he slid the tape from the top of your uterus to your pubic bone. âThirty-four centimeters. Our little one has just the right amount of space in there; Iâm starting to worry heâs getting too comfortable,â he joked. âLetâs check his position today.â
His fingers began applying gentle but firm pressure, exploring your belly. Suddenly, his movements anchored on the lower part of your pelvis. His eyebrows rose and a spark of surprise lit up his face. Jake palpated again just above your pelvic bone and then looked at you directly, unable to hide his excitement.
âWell, it looks like someone is getting ready for the big day,â he said, his smile widening. âHeâs completely engaged, my love. His little head is already in position, right where it should be. God, I canât wait to see thisâŠâ
He exclaimed, taking a seat in his rolling chair and sliding toward the monitor. But before reaching for the gel, he stopped. He leaned over your belly and placed a kiss right where he had felt the baby.
The gesture moved you deeply. You stretched out your hand and stroked his dark hair, letting your fingers tangle in his strands while he stayed there, resting against you. Jake closed his eyes for a second, savoring your touch, before sitting up with a look overflowing with happiness.
âI already want him here with us,â he confessed in a whisper full of longing.
However, his professional demeanor returned the moment he picked up the gel bottle; he was a walking duality, able to switch from devoted husband to doctor in the blink of an eye. He warmed it slightly between his hands, as he always did to spare you the cold, and applied it to your abdomen. At the touch of the transducer, the screen lit up with the familiar gray and white shadows.
Jake adjusted the controls with skill until the image became clear.
âThere he is,â he said, pointing at the screen. âLook at his profile⊠and thereâs the heartbeat.â
The rhythmic, powerful sound of their sonâs heart filled the room. Jake stared at the image for a moment, analyzing not only the visuals but also the technical measurements appearing on the edges of the monitor. His professional gaze scanned the data quickly until it stopped at one point, leaving him thoughtful.
âHow would you prefer to deliver? Natural process or cesarean?â he asked suddenly.
The question caught you off guard. In a doctorâs language, a question like that out of nowhere usually signaled complications. Jake read the hint of panic in your features and immediately took your hand in his, interlacing your fingers.
âNo, no, itâs nothing to worry about, my love. Iâm just curious about how you picture it,â he reassured you, softening his expression.
âIâd like it to be naturalâŠâ you answered with some caution. âWhy? Is there a problem?â
âNot at all. Itâs just that I can still see your cervix is a bit long and closed,â he explained honestly, setting the transducer aside and picking up a towel to wipe off the gel. âPhysically, the baby is already in position, ready to come out, but your body seems to be taking things a little more calmly. Weâre going to need a small nudge if we want the process to start on its own.â
âAnd what would that nudge be?â you asked, watching him as he carefully cleaned your belly.
Jake looked up, and that lopsided smileâthe one that always made you suspect his true intentionsâappeared on his face.
âIâll tell you at the right time. In a few days, when youâre entering week thirty-nine, weâll talk about it,â he replied, reaching out to gently stroke your hair.
You wrinkled your nose, narrowing your eyes as you tried to decipher his expression.
âYou know I hate it when you speak in code, Sim. If youâre going to get all mysterious, youâd better buy me a delicious dinner on the way home,â you said, with an adorably grumpy tone.
Jake let out a soft chuckle as he helped you sit up from the table.
âAlright. Letâs get that dinner,â he concluded, guiding you toward the exit. âBut youâll seeâitâs nothing bad. In fact, youâre going to like it.â
Time seemed to speed up after that appointment, and almost without realizing it, the calendar marked the beginning of the final stretch.
You were lying in the spacious bed, surrounded by pillows that tried to ease the weight of your belly. You wanted to focus on reading a book, but your eyes kept drifting to the clock, growing uneasy as the night advanced with no sign of him. However, just seconds later, the absolute silence of the house was broken by the subtle click of the lock; followed by the sound of familiar footsteps approaching the bedroom.
Jake entered with a weary gait, letting out a long sigh that betrayed an intense day at the hospital. He stopped at the foot of the bed and gave you a smile full of adoration. With almost mechanical movements, he began his disconnection ritual: he brought a hand to his wrist to unfasten his watch and left it on the dresser.
âYouâre still awake, my love,â he observed, starting to loosen his tie with one hand. âI thought sleep would have won the battle today. Is something bothering you?â
He undid the first buttons of his shirt before sitting on the edge of the mattress.
âYou left at dawn because one of your patients went into labor, and youâre only just getting back now. Can it really take that long?â you asked, instinctively placing your hands on your belly. It was inevitable that the fear would seep into your words; being so close to the due date turned any birth story into a shadow of what awaited you.
Jakeâs fingers began tracing your legs before focusing on massaging one of your feet. It was impossible to contain the sigh of relief that escaped your lips as you surrendered completely to the perfect pressure of his hand.
âIt actually can. It was a very delicate case from the beginning of the pregnancy,â he admitted, pressing his lips together as he relived the stress of the job for a second. Then he shook his head, chasing away those memories. âBut enough about my day. What matters here is you two. How are you feeling? How has our little one been behaving today?â he asked, his thumbs drawing circles on your ankle. âHave you felt any unusual pressure?â
You shook your head, setting the book aside.
âWhat I do feel is that heâs going to break one of my ribs; his feet are right up here,â you confessed with a tired grimace. âIf Iâm being completely honest, Ikeu, Iâd love for it to happen already. I canât take it anymore.â
He let out a soft laugh and nodded slowly, subtly biting his lower lip, his gaze fixed on some nonexistent point as if an internal thought had just clicked perfectly into place.
âAt this point, we could start working on that. It really doesnât matter if he comes a few days earlyâheâs ready,â he said, more to himself than to you. Then his eyes returned to yours, filled with a new intensity. âTell me, beautiful⊠would you follow any instruction from your doctor?â
You raised an eyebrow and nodded obviously, a spark of curiosity replacing your fatigue.
âI always do,â you murmured.
Then his hands left your legs. With deliberate slowness, Jake stood up beside the bed, maintaining eye contact in a way that made you forget what you had been talking about just seconds before.
His fingers undid the last buttons of his shirt; the garment slid off his shoulders and fell to the floor, revealing the firmness of his torso.
There were no explanations yet; he had you mesmerized, captive to the way he undressed in front of you.
Jake unbuckled his belt as he approached again, resting one knee on the mattress. The bed frame creaked under his weight, and suddenly the space between you was reduced to almost nothing.
âI know exactly how to help you with that,â he assured, his breath brushing your slightly parted lips in anticipation. âBabe, do you remember our most hormonal phase? The one where we ended up doing it every time we saw each other, no matter where we were?â
His hand began traveling from your knee upward in a caress, leaving a tingling sensation along the path of skin it traced.
âWe can induce your labor by going back to being those two. With all the sex you can handle,â he said, leaving the proposal hanging in the air. âOf course, only if you feel comfortable with it. Only if you want⊠But if you accept, you can be sure that from today onward, every time you have me close, youâll know exactly whatâs going to happen.â
Mentally, Jake had prepared himself for a flood of clinical questions, but instead he saw the corners of your lips beginning to lift with a certain charm.
âWellâŠâ you said in your smooth tone, grabbing the hem of your pajama top and pulling it off in one movement, tossing it aside. âI donât question the experts. Doctorâs orders are doctorâs orders.â
You finished, then wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him toward you with a need that took him by surprise. He leaned over you carefully so as not to press on your belly. A groan vibrated deep in his throat at your initiative, and he tilted his head to fit better with you, deepening the union of your lips. It was then that your tongues met slowly, exploring each other with familiarity and desire. It felt like a necessary reunion after those days when the tension of the final stretch of pregnancy had kept you somewhat distant from that kind of contact.
âAre you sure? You donât need⊠any medical explanation? Nothing?â he managed to say between erratic breaths, his lips traveling from your mouth to your collarbone.
âNo,â you replied, tilting your neck to invite him to continue. âI trust the doctor, yes. But above all, I trust my husband blindly.â
Your words hit Jake deep in his chest. A low, husky growl escaped his throat, almost as if you had taken his breath away.
âFuck, babyâŠâ he hissed. âYou have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that.â
He kissed you again, deep and desperate, before rising to his knees on the bed. Without taking his eyes off you, he finished removing his pants and boxers in one motion. His erection sprang free, hard, brushing against his abdomen.
Without wasting time, Jake helped you turn onto your side, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder, neck, and back as he moved you. He placed several pillows strategicallyâone under your head, another supporting your swollen belly, and one more between your knees to keep you aligned and comfortable.
âLike this, ma sweetheartâŠâ he murmured against your nape, pressing his chest to your back. His erection rested between the curve of your ass, still covered by your pajama shorts. âSpooning is perfect for you right now. I want you relaxed and focused only on feeling pleasure. Iâll take care of everything, okay?â
You nodded, biting your lower lip in anticipation. His hand slid down your hip, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and underwear. He pulled them down carefully along your thighs and legs until he removed them. After tossing the garments aside, his hands didnât return right away; instead, his fingertips traced the path back, savoring every curve of your body as if memorizing it.
âMuch betterâŠâ he whispered, pressing himself fully against you again, skin to skin, caressing your belly. âYouâre so beautiful. With every change and every new detail I discover in you, I become more convinced: you are, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen in this life.â
Jake left a kiss on your bare shoulder before moving down to the exact spot where it met your neck, marking your skin with tenderness. Delighted sighs escaped you as you completely surrendered to the intoxication of his caresses.
With a deliberate movement, he slid his hot erection between your thighs, brushing your wet entrance without entering yet. The head of his cock began pressing against your clit as he rocked his hips in a slow back-and-forth motion, coating himself with your wetness.
âFeel that, my loveâŠâ he murmured against your shoulder, rubbing against you. âSo wet already⊠just for me. Youâre so good, so responsive even now.â
You let out a moan, pushing back slightly, seeking more friction. Jake growled softly and tightened his grip on your hip, controlling the pace.
âEasyâŠâ He kissed your nape, then gently nibbled the sensitive skin. âI want to prepare you properly.â
He continued sliding between your folds, brushing your clit over and over, while his free hand moved down to open you a little more and ease the glide. Every time the tip pressed against your entrance, threatening to enter, he pulled back again, sweetly torturing you.
âIkeu⊠please, just put it in alreadyâŠâ you begged in a broken whisper.
He let out a low, affectionate laugh and kissed your nape once more.
âSo impatientâŠâ he teased, clearly delighted. Then he aligned the thick head of his cock with your slippery entrance and pushed forward with extreme slowness, entering inch by inch, stretching you carefully. When he was fully buried in your heat, he let out a groan and rested his forehead against your shoulder, breathing heavily. âAre you comfortable? Can I keep going? Tell me if anything bothers you and Iâll stop immediately.â
âYes, Ikeu⊠Iâm fine. More than fine,â you replied, burying your nails in the pillow as a sigh of pleasure escaped your lips.
Only then did Jake begin to move. Slow, deep, controlled thrusts, rocking his hips in a delicious rhythm that filled you completely each time. His hand remained on your belly, supporting it while he made love to you from behind.
Every thrust shook you to your core. You were so sensitive from the pregnancy that you felt every inch of him with overwhelming intensityâthe way he opened you, how he throbbed, the perfect pressure against that spot, his heat pressed to your back.
A sharp hiss escaped your lips when he pushed especially deep, hitting that point inside you that made you arch your back. Jake immediately responded with a kiss on your cheek, comforting you without stopping his movements.
âAh⊠Ikeu⊠you feel so good,â you moaned softly, squeezing your eyes shut as you lost yourself in the fullness of having him inside you.
He smiled against your ear, hypnotized by every one of your reactions, and sped up just a little, keeping the rhythm deep and steady. He slid the hand that was supporting your belly lower and began stroking your clit in circles, synchronized with his thrusts.
âIâm all yours,â he whispered in a husky, devoted voice. âEverything you want, everything your body asks of me, Iâll give it to you. Youâre so perfect, Mrs. Sim⊠You have me completely in love.â
Your moans grew louder and more frequent. The pleasure built quickly and intensely because of how sensitive you were. Jake never stopped kissing your shoulder, nape, and cheek, whispering how much he loved you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
You needed more of him.
You turned your head back, seeking his mouth. Jake understood instantly and leaned over you, meeting you in a kiss. His lips moved against yours, swallowing your moans as he continued thrusting into you again and again.
âI love youâŠâ you managed to say against his mouth between kisses.
âAnd I love you, my life. More than you can imagine,â he replied.
And your orgasm began to build. Your body tensed, trembling in his arms. Jake felt you were close and quickened his strokes on your clit a little more, without stopping the kiss.
âJake, honeyâŠâ you moaned against his lips, arching.
The orgasm hit you in a matter of seconds. You released a long, trembling, beautiful moan right against his mouth. Jake captured it with an open-mouthed kiss, swallowing the sound while continuing to move inside you, prolonging your pleasure.
âThatâs it, my love⊠just like that,â he whispered against your lips, not separating even a millimeter. âLet me feel you, just like this.â
Your body contracted around him, trembling in his arms as the pulses of your climax concentrated in your lower belly, making your uterus tighten and relax in spasms. Only when he felt your orgasm beginning to fade did Jake let go as well, coming.
They stayed like that for a few moments. Foreheads together, noses brushing, breaths mingled. Eyes closed and hearts beating in unison.
âIâm sorry, Dr. SimâŠâ you whispered suddenly, opening your eyes with a weak, satisfied smile dancing on your lips. âCould you remind me of the frequency of this treatment?â
âMorning, afternoon, and night,â he replied, finally opening his eyes to meet yours. âAs many sessions as you can handle, Mrs. Sim.â
âIn that caseâŠâ you murmured, biting your lower lip with mischief, âIâm going to need another one right now. It seems the treatment is⊠extremely effective.â
Jake let out a knowing chuckle and pulled you even closer to his chest, spreading caresses over your belly. However, he stopped just as he felt the little kicks the baby was giving from inside, as if protesting all the commotion.
âPoor little thingâŠâ he noted, with a hint of teasing in his tone. âWith the parents he has, the âearthquakesâ waiting for his little house will make him not want to stay in there much longer.â
You both laughed, and within seconds their lips were dancing against each other again, fingers interlaced over your belly as they prepared for another dose of love and⊠the eviction plan for ur creation.
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SUMMARY: after your parents death, you were forced to be crowned queen of the north realm and decided to take a young sergeant as your personal guard. however, you canât ignore the evident tension between the two of you, that will lead to some⊠illicit affairs. well, it never happened if nobody knows, right?
WARNINGS: 1800s au. mentions of war and death, fencing terms, sexual tension, unprotected sex (they didnât have condoms, did they?), masturbation, dirty talk, missionary, fingering, cream pie, angst if you squint (like, really squint), mentions of scars, pet names (sweetheart), i abused the world âwouldâ. i know. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 20th August 2024
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You hadnât realised just how drastically your life could change overnight until you woke up to the news that your father, the ever so powerful king of the North realm, had died in war.
Soon, your teachers were making you learn about strategies and alliances, not about history anymore, your legions kneeled before you, ready to be at your service.
You had to watch your mother, the woman you looked up to, being consumed by the grief of her dead husband until the grim reaper decided to make them reunite.
Leaving you all alone. Helpless, bearing a burden so heavy it crashed your shoulders.
In just the span of a month you found yourself leading a kingdom through war, sending hundreds of warriors to their death sentence.
The crown weighed significantly on your head, your desk was full of scrambled letters and quills dripping ink, and if it wasnât for your most-trusted maid, Ella, you wouldâve certainly already died of hunger, leaving your people without a ruler.
Fortunately, the same day of your coronation, the first day of you being a queen was also the first day of a young sergeant.
He was the youngest of all, just like you being the youngest of the monarchs, and was leading the loyal legion.
Doing a better job than you, you had to say. He was diligent, perfect in his tasks and polite whenever you interpellated him.
His name was Park Sunghoon, and it didnât take much for you to nominate him as your personal royal guard.
He was an attractive man, barely a couple of years older than you but he indeed towered you by much.
Sunghoonâs face was sharp, with a defined jawline and hardly any trace of baby-fat left.
Despite his frail appearance, you knew he had defined muscles hidden under his white guard uniform, you had seen it.
Even if you were busy with your tight schedule, especially after your coronation, you still found the time to peek at him.
In the morning heâd train the royal legions, helping new warriors. In the afternoon, he would follow you through your travels around the realm, visiting villages and other castles.
The days you stayed at the castle heâd occupy his afternoons by doing some training alone and some evenings he would stand out of your bedroom to guard.
And Sunghoon? Well, he was as attracted to you as you were.
It always sent jolts of excitement whenever he was around you, walking you to your activities and always keeping an eye for possible harms.
Especially one day, when Ella ran towards him with a bucket full of water when he was guarding your bedroom âSergeant!â She panted, âPlease, would you be so kind to bring this into her majestyâs room? I need to get another one.â
Sunghoon was quick to nod âOf course.â He replied politely and took the heavy â for her, not so for him â bucket from her hands.
Ella sincerely thanked him and hurried away to complete her task while the young guard opened your bedroom door.
When his eyes raised to your figure, he saw you standing there⊠naked. Probably expecting your maid to enter and certainly not your personal guard.
Your hands quickly shot to cover your dignity, your cheeks tinting a deep shade of pink as you breathed âDear lord.â
Had he been more reckless, he wouldâve dropped the bucket, but he managed to keep his polite demeanour.
âMy sincere apologies, my lady, I shouldâve knocked.â He turned slightly to the side so as not to look at you, but still managed to peek from the corner of his eye.
âD-doesnât matter..â You murmured, reaching for the nightgown on the chair of the desk and quickly slipping it on âI just didnât expect it to be⊠you, sergeant.â
Sunghoon nodded, âWhere do you want me to place this?â He asked, raising the container of water.
You stepped aside, hugging your arms like you were afraid your nightgown could reveal your body to him once more. Not like he would complain.
âInside the tub would be great.â You replied, watching as he lifted the bucket and dropped the hot water in it.
Sunghoon dared to look at you only then, bowing his head slightly âI apologise again. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable.â
You let out a small breath and offered him a warm smile. You were always so kind and thoughtful to everyone, it made him want to lock those who dared to criticise you in the dungeons and make them all perish.
âWorry not,â Your voice was gentle, like a ray of sunshine through the storm âI forgive you, after all, it was an accident.â
Sunghoon thought that if he ever had the chance to take a glimpse at your perfect, naked body, he wouldâve taken it right away.
But he chose against letting you know and opted for a âThank you, my queen.â He bowed, âAnything else you need for me?â
âNo, thank you.â You said âYou can go back to your duty.â
He nodded and headed to the door, hesitating for a second and then walked out.
The image of your naked body was hard to remove from his mind. Sergeant.
Your curves, your dips, the colour of your skin, your breasts and your pretty pussy⊠Sergeant?
He wondered what you would feel like if he touched you, tasted youâ âSergeant!â
The voice of one of the royal guards snapped Sunghoon out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat âYes?â
âItâs my turn,â He said, his eyes blinking faintly âAre you feeling alright?â
âYes, worry not.â Sunghoon nodded and gave his farewell to the guard before walking to his chamber.
Since you had labelled him worthy of being your personal knight, his bedroom was in the same wing as yours, unlike all the other knights in the legion that stayed in the West wing.
He entered his chamber and closed the door behind his back, the room was dark except for the moonlight shining from the window.
It was better that way, he enjoyed the natural light, rather than the artificial one from the candles that also smelled bad and spread smoke in the room.
Sunghoon sighed, quickly removing his uniform to put on some more comfortable clothes, some black pants and a white, sleeved shirt.
He dropped down on the bed, another quiet sigh leaving his lips.
He rested one of his arms behind his head while he played mindlessly with the laces of his shirt.
It was stronger than him, his mind kept replaying the same scene over and over again.
Your body.
Perhaps, it was that you were so modest, despite literally being the ruler of the kingdom, or it was the fact that you were literally his type.
But he was drawn to you, the same way a donkey was to the apple in front of him. Maybe not the best example, but you get it.
At the thought of your flushed face, he felt his pants growing tighter. At your plump and tender lips, he palmed himself to soothe his growing desire.
At the memory of your perky nipples and your breasts, his hand slipped inside his trousers until he pulled them down to his ankles.
Sunghoon knew he couldnât be loud, but the soft whimpers and groans that left his lips werenât contained.
He imagined it was your hand, the one providing him relief, that you were down on your knees, batting your eyelashes at him.
âOh yes, youâre so good.â He whispered, squeezing the base of his thick cock, it twitched.
The tip was angry red as he heavenly stroked it, never focusing on one place more than the other.
If it were you, would you lick his tip? Would you squeeze his balls and take him in your mouth?
Would you ever fit him all?
âTake my cock,â He groaned, thrusting his hips upward to fuck his fist âTake it like a good girl.â
He pressed two fingers on the tip of his length, edging himself âYou like to tease, my lady?â
So many filthy scenes played in his mind, keeping him company as he felt the sweet sensation in his lower stomach.
âIâm so close, sweetheart.â He groaned, moving his hand so fast it almost hurt his wrist âYou want it on your breasts? Of course.â He kept moving until he saw white, âTake it.â
He was left spent, dirty white all over his sheets as he tried to even his breath.
Sunghoon fell asleep with a smile on his face that night, and he woke up even better after you visited his dreams and showed him how much you wanted him.
After your little and awkward interaction with Sunghoon, the previous evening, you decided to go find him during his late afternoon training.
You wouldâve lied if you were to say it didnât turn you on, the thought of being seen by him in such an intimate manner. But that, he mustnât know.
He was wearing a black sleeved shirt and a pair of trousers of the same colour, a great contrast with his skin.
You quietly tip-toed, walking towards as he stroked in the air with the fencing sword.
His movements were calculated, precise and so mesmerising you hadnât even realised you were right behind him until the blade stopped right beside your jugular.
You gulped âGood evening.â Sunghoon widened his eyes and quickly placed himself into a more polite position, removing the swords from your neck âI'm so sorry, my lady, I didnât see you coming.â
You just smiled at him âYou seem excellent at fencing.â You commented, your fingertips trailing the blade of the sword, careful not to cut yourself.
âFencing is one of my favourite parts of training, my queen.â He replied, his tone serious.
You hummed âIs that so?â The way the sunset kissed his skin, how his hair was perfectly combed and matched with his fit looked straight out of the erotic novels you hid under your bed.
âIâve always wanted to learn this type of art.â You informed him âThough, it would be too scandalous for a woman to do it, wouldnât it?â
Sunghoonâs gaze was soft as he commented âThereâs nothing scandalous in wanting to be able to defend yourself.â He threw you a french sword âEven if you have a whole legion before you.â
You swiftly caught it, circling around Sunghoon while he did the same.
âNah ah,â He was quick to correct âEyes on the enemyâs, never on the sword.â You diverted your gaze from the sword to his chocolate, warm eyes.
âGreat,â Sunghoon praised. âYou must study your enemy if you have the time, watch his body language.â
He stroked again and you barely missed it. A second time and you docked it.
At the third, you blocked it âYou slightly blink your right eye when you strike.â
Sunghoon smiled proudly, âYes, thatâs right.â You squealed happily, making him slightly widen his eyes.
If it wasnât the best sound heâd ever heard.
âNow, your strike isnât bad, especially in second and third, but your position can be better.â He dropped his sword and walked behind you.
âBend your knees.â He commanded and you obliged again, following his instructions âYour arm shouldnât stay that far⊠tilt your elbow.â
âYour back is already straight,â His fingers trailed the laces of your corset, feeling your spine underneath them âBut your chin should be tilted⊠like this.â He tipped your chin up with his index finger.
âHow about how?â You whispered breathlessly, feeling the coldness of his skin against your burning one.
âBetter, but not perfect.â Sunghoon replied and quickly put space between the two of you âStill, youâre one of my best students.â
You smiled happily and was about to reply when Ella called you from afar because dinner was being served.
You sighed âI must go.â You said, slightly hoping he would keep you with him.
However, obviously, he just nodded and bowed. âIt has been a pleasure, my lady.â
As he watched you walk away, he hoped you hadnât felt the proof of his desire pressed against your back when he fixed your position⊠the proof he had to fix before anyone could notice.
Sunghoonâs footsteps echoed through the dark hallway as he made his way to your room. He wasnât sure about the reason as to why you called him, given the fact that he was supposed to be patrolling the main gates, but it seemed clear when he noticed you had already sent the guard outside your room to rest.
He stood in front of your bedroom door, the hallway only dimly lit by the few candles on the walls.
There was something in his mind that told him he was still in time to turn his heels and simply ignore your late-night visit request, even if it would eventually get him in trouble.
Still, he aight and placed his hand on the doorknob, quietly opening your bedroom door and entering.
Out of precaution, he locked the door behind him and made a few steps towards you, nevertheless keeping some distance.
âMy queen,â Sunghoon began, âI thought youâd be asleep by now.â His tone was quiet, almost concerned.
You were standing in front of the large window that gave you a nice view of the royal gardens, the moonlight illuminating the room as well as a few candles on the tables.
Despite the late hours, you were still wearing your pistachio green gown, your favourite one. The one that once belonged to your mother.
It gave you a sense of comfort, reminiscing the days where you would drown in the fabric as you played queen and princess with her.
You deeply wished it was still a game.
âIâve been having trouble sleeping.â You replied, still giving him your back.
Sunghoon cleared his throat. Yes, heâd seen you in that gown the same morning, but now, in the intimacy of your chamber, it made him want to drop to his knees.
He made his way so that he was standing just a few steps behind you âAny particular reason for your lack of sleep?â He inquired.
You sighed softly. The moon made your doe eyes sparkle, as if they held the stars in them, âPerhaps, thoughts of the upcoming war.â
Sunghoonâs hands hitched to hold yours, to give you the comfort you needed without any paternal figure to rely on.
Still, he kept them clasped behind his back. The need to be respectful of your position was still in the front of his mind.
âIt is not confirmed yet,â He tried to reassure âThe other kingdoms may decide not to attack anymore.â
You tried to find reassurance in his words, but even if your people thought so, you werenât naĂŻve. âThey killed my father,â You gulped. âItâs just a matter of time before they come at me next.â
And that was true, everytime you ever tried to close your eyes to seek some rest, your mind would play any possible scenario.
You being slayed, you being beheaded⊠your kingdom going in flames.
âNo one will touch you,â His voice was soothing, like a hand pulling you out of deep water, preventing you from drowning âNot while Iâm here.â
You finally allowed yourself to look at him, afraid that if you did it the second you heard the key of your room twisting you wouldâve kissed him.
His hair was still perfectly in place, his forehead in sight. His porcelain-like skin glowing under the rays of the moon, caressing his cheeks.
You offered him a polite smile âYou seem confident, sergeant.â
Sunghoon let the briefest of a smile form on his lips âConfidence comes with the job,â He said, softly âIt is my duty to protect you, my queen, and I take that very seriously.
âWhat else does your job offer?â You asked, fully turning your body towards him âApart from private fencing lessons and a twenty-four-seven guarding.â
His breath hitched slightly when you stood in front of him, he hadnât even realised the vicinity you two had until he had to tilt his head down to stare at you. It would be so easy to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his hands.
Sunghoonâs gaze slowly dragged from your chest up to your face. âThatâs it, mainly,â He said, his voice a little rougher than before. âThough⊠my duties extend to anything you ask of me, my queen.â
âAnything?â You murmured quietly, your eyes widening.
He wanted to touch you so badly, to pull you against him so he could kiss you and touch you anywhere and everywhere. But he had to keep the professional veil going, even though he knew you were baiting him.
He nodded, his eyes on yours âAnything at all.â
You batted your eyelashes, trying to seduce him without boldly doing so âIs that so, sergeant?â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenched, struggling to keep his composure and hoping you werenât able to see the effect of your presence.
He took a deep breath before replying âYes, anything you ask of me.â
You gulped, your heart pounding in your chest as you gathered the courage to put into action your plan âI believe I need to unwind,â You stated âAny ideas?â
Sunghoonâs mind was immediately flooded with ideas, most of them very, very inappropriate for the moment. He bit his lip and tried to keep a straight face.
He considered keeping up the professional front but quickly decided against it. He was tired of forcing himself to maintain control.
âI do have a few ideas, my queen,â He said, his voice a low rumble. âMind sharing them with me?â You asked.
Sunghoon stepped closer to you, so close that your bodies were almost touching. âMy ideas may not be entirely appropriate, my queen,â He replied, âWould you like to hear them anyway?â
You closed briefly your eyes, just the brief feeling of his body near yours sending jolts of fire through your veins âIâm all ears.â
His eyes roamed over your face and body, taking in every single detail. He was practically salivating, desperate to touch you in any way possible.
Sunghoon leaned even closer, his breath now hot on your skin. âI have things I'd like to do, my queen,â He whispered in your ear. âWicked things, to distract you from your stress.â
You let out a shaky breath, shivering from head to toe âWicked?â You questioned.
Sunghoon felt his control slip as chuckled slowly, âOh, very wicked, my lady.â
He brought his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses up and down your skin, taking you by surprise.
However, he kept his hands firmly by his sides, restraining himself from wandering. âI want to do things that would be highly inappropriate for a sergeant to do to his queen.â
âAnd who says so?â You breathed out, aching for him, your eyes flattering closed.
Sunghoon hummed against your skin, his lips moving to your collarbone. âThat would be the royal laws,â He replied quietly, âAmong other things.â
âI could get punished for this, you know.â He said in between kisses. âMy actions are considered disrespectful.â
âI could change the law,â You replied, hooking your arms around his neck âFor the night.â
His hands immediately went to your hips, grabbing you and pulling you even closer to him. âJust for the night, my queen?â He murmured against your skin, his lips trailing kisses up your jaw âI might want more than just one night.â
You chuckled lowly, âHow do you know so already, sergeant?â
sunghoonâs hands moved from your hips to your thighs, caressing them through your nightgown, his thumbs tracing patterns against your skin.
Sunghoon pulled back to look at you, his eyes darkened significantly. âI'm quite sure, my queen,â He said, âThe things I want to do to you are not something I can do just once.â
You shivered at his words, and the hungry way he was shamelessly looking at you. It almost seemed unreal, the polite soldier losing his cool in front of you, âHow about you show me what you can do tonight, first?â
He looked at you, his gaze dark and intense, before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours in a rough kiss.
You moaned and gripped his shoulders tightly and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth desperately, like he was starving.
You tip toed, desperate to reach for him, to feel his lips on yours and make you forget all the duties you had.
Sunghoon chuckled against your lips, amused by your struggle to reach his height. He pulled back, a smirk on his face. âToo short for me, my queen?â
Without warning, he lifted you up with ease, and he continued the kiss.
You wrapped your legs around his waist to steady yourself, thanking yourself for not having worn an underskirt that wouldâve made it impossible for you to straddle him.
Sunghoon groaned against your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist, the kiss becoming more desperate and rougher.
He moved his lips from your mouth and attacked your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites as he went. One of his hands moved from your thigh to your butt, squeezing it appreciatively.
You groaned and let your head fall back, goosebumps filling your skin in reaction to his lips.
Your fingers tried to tug his blue uniform jacket, desperate to remove any clothing between the two of you.
He gently helped you to remove it, chuckling against your neck at your eagerness.
You rocked your hips, needing to feel him, to soothe the aching sensation between your legs.
He pressed his own hips back onto yours, you could feel the proof of his desire for you, secluded in his pants.
âYou have no idea how hard it is not to take you right now,â He thrust upwards, making you gasp.
âWhatâs stopping you, sergeant?â You asked breathlessly, you knew he was trying to restrict himself, to draw a line that shouldnât be crossed.
But you didnât care, all you had in mind was how good his touch was on your skin, his lips on yours and how better it wouldâve been if he was inside you.
âNothing,â Sunghoon whispered in your ear, his breath causing your body to shiver âAbsolutely nothing, as long as youâre not opposed to it.â
You chuckled, looking down at yourself âDoes it look like Iâm against it?â
Your sweet laugh only made him madder and he kissed you, tasting your lips âNo, not at all, my queen.â
âThen, take me.â You whispered on his lips, your hand caressing down his arm, still clothed from his sleeved shirt.
Sunghoon shivered under your touch, your words breaking the last strand of self-restraint he had. He grabbed your hips, suddenly carrying you to the bed and dropping you down on it.
He quickly dropped to his knees between your legs, his hands on either side of you, trapping you in âYou wonât be able to walk tomorrow,â He warned.
Your hair formed a halo around your head, spread around the mattress. Your chest was heaving up and down as you replied, âThat's fine by me.â
Sunghoon hummed appreciatively at the sight of you splayed out on the bed underneath him. You looked divine, like an angel sent to drive him insane.
He connected his lips to yours once again, his hands moving behind your back as you propped yourself on your elbows.
His skilled fingers worked on the laces of your corset, undoing them.
You frowned, pulling away âExperienced much?â
Sunghoon chuckled softly as he got the corset undone, pulling the fabric off you and discarding it on the floor.
He shook his head before replying, a smirk on his lips. âJust a few,â He said. âand I have been fantasising about this moment for a while now.â
âHave you?â You whispered, your hands caressing his chest, where the v-neckline of the shirt exposed it âHave you thought about me late at night, sergeant?â
Sunghoon sighed softly, his eyes closing briefly as he confessed âYes,â He said âEvery night Iâve wondered what you would taste like, how soft you were, what your moans sounded like.â
His words only made you bolder. âHave you touched yourself wishing it was me?â
Now that the corset wasnât restricting your air capacity, it also made the dress fall down your shoulder, exposing them to him.
He leaned down and pressed gentle kisses on your skin, trailing them up to your ear âYes, my queen. Iâve touched myself wishing it was you, craving your body and soul.â
You let out a shaky breath, the sweet sensation warming your lower stomach âPerhaps, I have done the same.â
Sunghoon groaned loudly against your skin, his body shuddering at your confession âYouâve touched yourself, thinking about me?â
You flopped back onto the mattress and hummed âYes.â
He was completely losing it, the thought of you touching yourself, thinking about him, driving him crazy. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain some composure.
âTell me more,â He rasped, his voice a low rumble. âTell me what you've done, what you've imagined."
You bit your bottom lip, afraid to voice out your late night secrets.
âGo on, my queen.â His voice was soft and soothing, his hips just barely pressing against yours âI wonât judge you, I canât⊠Can I?â He let out a quiet chuckle.
You breathed out âIâve thought about your fingers,â You gulped âTouching me in places no one has touched before.â
âWhere?â He whispered, his nose grazing your cheek âTell me.â
Instead of speaking, you took his hand and slowly guided it down your body, you were still covered by your dress but he could still feel your core beating under his touch.
So, in one swift movement he placed his hand under your skirt, feeling just how damp your underthings were, making you gasp.
âYouâre so wet for me.â He murmured, âIs this how you are around me?â
You nodded, all drops of self awareness down the drain.
Sunghoon smirked, taking your hand with his free one and placing it on the front of his pants, making you feel his hard on âThatâs what you do to me.â
Amazed, you started to palm him, letting your hand feel âI do?â
âYes,â He whispered, his hips bucking against your touch âAll the time.â
âPlease,â You pleaded, âI canât take it anymore, I really need you.â
Sunghoon sighed âThereâs no turning back from this, my queen..â
âY/N.â You blurted out, eyes taking in his reaction.
Without having you to explain, he knew what you meant. You wanted him to call you by your name, crossing a boundary that would be hard to build back.
Still, he reached behind your back and unzipped your dress, slowly slipping it down.
You laid underneath it, the only thing separating you from him was your lace underwear, your upper body bare for him to see.
Sunghoon rested his chest on yours, his fingers grazing your clothed core as he whispered in your ear âY/N.â Making you moan.
You nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck to steady yourself âSunghoon.â You breathed back.
âY/N..â He murmured, slipping your panties to the side and teasing your entrance with his digits âMy pretty, pretty girl.â
Your eyes flickered closed, senses awakened by his single touch.
âYouâve never done this?â He questioned, gathering all your juices in his fingers, your pussy clenching around nothing.
You shook your head, your mind already a puddle of nothing âNo.â
âThen I need to get you all nice and lose, mh?â Sunghoon murmured, inserting one of his fingers inside your wet folds.
You gasped, your back arching against him at the intrusion âOh lord.â
The sensation was so new but so welcome, you had never really dared to finger yourself, your orgasms were given by clit stimulation only, so when his digit thrust into you, your body jolted with each one.
Sunghoonâs lips attached to your left breath, tongue swirling around your nipple and you thought you couldnât feel any better until he curled his fingers and found your sweet spot, making you moan out loud.
âShh,â He cooed, pressing one hand on your mouth while his teeth gently grazed your abused nipple. âYou donât want anyone to find out what weâre doing, donât you?â
You were quick to shake your head, but as he thrust a second finger in your pussy, you grunted.
One of your hands went to the back of his head, your fingers knotting his perfectly combed hair âS-sunghoon.â
You bucked your hips up, needing him to stop and continue at the same time âFeels so good.â
Sunghoon chuckled lowly, both his fingers brushing against your sweet spot âI know, Y/N.â He murmured âLet me take care of you.â
You nodded mindlessly; you thought that even if he asked you to hand over the kingdom you wouldâve nodded anyways.
You whimpered, your other hand digging in the flesh of his shoulders from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.
âIâve got you.â He whispered, brushing his thumb on your bundle of nerves âRelax.â
You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten with each thrust of his fingers, just a brief pain from the intrusion making your head spin.
âOh lord,â You breathed out, âI think Iââ Another broken whimper left your mouth.
Sunghoon nodded, understanding you and crashed his lips on yours, drowning your moans in.
Another thrust of his fingers got you falling apart under him, your whole body trembling.
It took a good couple of minutes and his soothing words to calm you down, your breath still laboured but at least you could keep your body still.
You opened your eyes back and met his own, he offered you a sweet smile âYouâre perfect.â He whispered, kissing your forehead.
You smiled back at him, slowly releasing your strong grip around his neck. âThis has been⊠amazing.â
âIâm glad, myâ Y/N.â Sunghoon quickly corrected himself, âBut⊠we donât have to do anything more.â
You frowned, worry coating your features âWas it because you didnât feel good? I can helpââ
He was fast to shake his head. âNo, of course not.â He caressed your cheek âI just donât want to overwhelm you.â
âYou will not.â You sat up, looking inside his eyes to convince him âI want it, Sunghoon, I want it with my whole body and soul.â
He closed his eyes and dropped his head, as if he physically restrained himself from reaching out to you and take you in all the ways someone can be taken.
âI want you so much itâs driving me insane,â He breathed out, resting his forehead against your chest âMy sweetheart, I would love to make you mine⊠will you allow me to?â
You nodded âYes, please.â You tugged at his shirt, needing him to remove it.
Sunghoon complied, tossing it to the floor as well as his trousers, leaving himself bare to you.
At first, you hadnât understood why he was so reluctant to be intimate with you, but as soon as your eyes met his bare chest, you did.
Your breath hitched at the sight of a wide scar all across his chest, looking like half a cross.
âSunghoonâŠâ You whispered, your fingers trailed over it. He flinched but quickly relaxed under your gentle touch âWhat happened to you?â
His eyes were so vulnerable and he looked like a lost boy, not like the sergeant of a legion. âI will just say that I had a close contact with a blade, back when I was still training to become a knight.â
He gulped âI understand if I repulse youââ
âNo,â You quickly took his face in your hands âNo. Youâre beautiful.â
He frowned, as if not understanding what would you ever find beauty in such a scar.
Seeing that he wasnât believing you, you laid on your back and wrapped your arms around his neck, taking him down with you.
Your hand reached to pump his shaft and it was as if he died and came to life again, nothing like those nights he touched himself thinking about you, could prepare him from this.
You slowly aligned him with your folds and nodded, wanting him to make the first move.
He let out a pained sigh and gripped your waist, finally pushing in you.
You were still wet from the foreplay and as well as your cum, but it didnât mean you didnât feel some pain from his thickness.
He moved slowly, his breath fanning your cheeks while he brushed his nose against your skin.
âHow does it feel?â Sunghoon whispered in your ear âMh? Tell me, Y/N.â
Your skin was sweaty and hot, âSo good.â You murmured back, tightening your hold on his neck âFaster, please.â
You begged him so sweetly and politely he couldnât refuse, his hips moving against yours slightly faster âYou want to make love?â He questioned âOr do you want me to take you like how Iâve wanted since I laid my eyes on you?â
âTake me.â You choked out, your eyes squeezing from the pleasure âHard, I donât care.â
Sunghoon circled your waist with his arm and held you tightly against him, you could feel the shadow of his scar on your chest.
His hips snapped on yours so fast even the bed started creaking, and you secretly hoped no servant was walking by to hear your show.
âOpen up.â Sunghoon said and you obliged, opening your mouth.
He gathered some saliva in his mouth before spitting in yours, watching as it went down your throat.
You hummed, gulped it, tasting him âJesus Christ.â He shook his head, his cock twitching inside of you.
âI donât think I can last longer.â He squeezed his eyes, his fingers digging in your hips as he tried to restrain himself.
âDonât you dare unless I cum again.â Your fingers went to stroke your bundle of nerves fast âTogether.â
Sunghoon hummed, his own movements getting sloppy but never faltering as he chased his high.
âY/N.â He groaned, one of his nails piercing your skin, adding just the right amount of pain to send you over the edge.
âNow!â You cried out, your body shaking with your second orgasm of the night.
Sunghoon let out a deep growl and emptied his seed in you, coating your clenching walls.
âSo perfect.â He kissed the top of your head, his voice soothing after the intensity of the night âYouâre perfect.â
He got up and took a napkin from your table, carefully cleaning your legs while also prepping kisses on your inner thighs.
You were sure that if your body wasnât tired you wouldâve mounted him.
Sunghoon reached into his clothes but your hand darted out to stop him âStay.â
His eyes softened, pondering between staying or leaving. He opted for the first.
You had never felt happier than falling asleep with the sound of his heartbeat next to your ear, aimlessly hoping it wouldnât be the last time.
But your relationship made it so that he was forced to peel himself away from you when he thought you were asleep, gathering his clothes and quietly slipping out of your room.
And it was the best decision, soon, you wouldâve had to find a husband, make an heir for your real, rule it with all your attention.
Good thing, late night was made to unwind, and it never happened if nobody knew⊠did it?
you were gone for a work trip which left jake extremely needy, horny, and no choice but to desperately take matters into his own handsâŠ
note: thank you for 500 followers! iâve been saving this for a while now and this is probably my horniest jake audio yet iâm so fucking feral over this guys i hope u enjoy ;)
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: very softdom!riki? / lowk switch!riki? / hints of sub-ish!riki??, oral sex (f & m rec), riki whimpers, sensitive riki, munch!riki agenda!!, he kinda cums untouched?, use of pet names (angel, baby, pretty girl, sweet boy...), lowercase intended.
you and riki had been together for a while. he was the most perfect boyfriend, in every way, even when he wasnât there. every relationship needed its own special hardships, right? well this was yours: you and riki could barely see each other. but after weeks of being separated, he was finally coming back home today.
you donât exactly know what had changed while he was away, but this time, you were missing him in a different way. you guys had never really been intimate like that before, only a handful of makeout sessions here and there. you were a virgin, and riki insisted â almost more than you â that you took all the time you needed before doing anything major. the last thing he wanted was for you to feel pressured. nonetheless, while he wasnât there, you found yourself missing a little more than just his sweet hugs.
the day had finally come though. you had waited for him all day, pacing through your apartment, unable to stay still while thinking about your sinful desires.
it was around 11 pm when you heard the spare keys of your home go through the lock of the front door. when your boyfriend finally stepped a foot inside, you let him drop his bags, take his shoes and his jacket off, but didnât waste any more time. as soon as he entered your bedroom, you cornered riki against the door and raised yourself on your tiptoes to kiss him fondly. it was the first time you were so bold with your affection. see, you werenât exactly the most pda couple; always teasing and playfully making fun of each other, pulling pranks on the other members, fighting for the last slice of pizza or to not sit in the middle seat in the car. honestly most people in the street couldâve mistaken you for friends. this was also the narrative he had to maintain to his fans. but behind closed doors, when it was just the two of you in his dorm room, you could feel his love for you. he became softer, clingier, more careful with his words and actions. he even blushed when he pulled close to him before he could fall asleep peacefully. somehow, during the five whole months of your relationship, he had always taken the lead in these things: taking the initiative to kiss you first, being the more dominant one during the few heavier skinship youâve had⊠thatâs just how it was. so when your lips landed on his so suddenly, he stayed stiff, taken aback, with his hands awkwardly sitting on his sides, unable to decide whether he wanted to put them on your hips, or your waist, or your cheek.
as he barely even kissed you back, you stepped back, already preparing an apology for being so eager. thatâs when he firmly placed his large palms on your waist. it wasnât violent, just instinctive. he looked at you from above, eyes filling with lust and this smirk that he knew made your knees buckle.
âdonât go,â he muttered before pulling you in again. this time the kiss was more passionate, a little faster, hungrier. his tongue soon slid against your mouth, asking for entry. you fervently welcomed it. the kiss got even steamier when his hands traveled down to you hips while yours found their way up to his hair.
you stayed like this for a couple minutes, before he suddenly brought one of you legs up, never breaking the kiss. next thing you know, you were in the air with your legs wrapped around his torso as he swiftly glided one of his arms under your ass while his other hand held you in the small of your back. he carried you to the edge of the bed before gently dropping you on it. he took a moment to look at you; eyes full of desire, catching your breath through your trembling lips, red and puffy from the intense kiss you just had, his your t-shirt falling from one of your shoulders and revealing your soft skin, your legs open, inviting him to lay in between them. he bit his bottom lip and took his shirt off before he dove onto you.
you smiled into the kiss as your hands traveled down his body. once they grazed his pelvis, you felt his dick harden in between your thighs. his hips jerked up to meet yours, a habit he started developing during the previous months of your relationship to relieve himself from some of the pent-up frustration. he usually did this before you guys eventually had to stop when it became too much and he mysteriously had to escape to take a shower, in order to calm himself down. same thing when he wasnât physically there, either away on tour or simply so busy his manager prohibited him to get out of the dorm. heâd silently hump his bed while talking to you as if nothing was happening and try his best not to moan in his speaker, until all of a sudden, he just had to hang up, do something important.
not tonight though.
ângh⊠fuck you look so pretty baby, i missed you so much,â he murmured against your mouth. âlook at what youâre doing to me⊠ugh youâre driving me insaneâ he encouraged you to look at where your hips connected. although he was still wearing his sweatpants, you could see the prominent print of his bulge, twitching under your gaze.
the sight made you even wetter. he was coming to you, despite his hectic schedule, getting all worked up for you, moaning for you. with an unexpected courage, you pushed him on the bed and moved to straddle him. you were now the one rocking against his growing erection, which was rubbing perfectly against your heat. he suddenly groaned, and this sound only turned you on more. you were no longer scared. you wanted to hear more, to see more.
your lips slowly drifted from his mouth to his jaw and then to his neck. you left a trail of wet kisses, which you were sure would leave him with red purplish blemishes the following morning.
âwhat is getting to you today, angel?â he chuckled in between his low moans. âmissed me too much?â he said sarcastically.
âi just want to please you right nowâŠâ you whispered looking at him in the eyes as your tongue started swirling around one of his nipples and your left hand gently rubbed the other bud. his back arched once he felt the soft sensation of your mouth against his skin. your other hand dropped lower, to squeeze his hard cock, which earned you an unintentional jolt. ââŠthis needs to get taken care of, donât you think baby?â you smirked at his reaction, letting go of his chest to leave hickeys all over his torso, ever so slightly massaging his dick.
âwait- what? what are you doing?â a soft moan escaped his lips before he caught himself and stopped your hand âyou donât have to do that, iâm fineâ he lied, raising his head that had been resting on the bed since the beginning.
the truth was he wanted you to touch him more than anything right now. his dick was actually aching from how hard it was. however, his main priority was for you to be comfortable, to actually enjoy and want to touch him. he wanted this to come from you, not his leaking cock, steadily spilling precum in his chrome hearts underwear.
âdo you not want to?â you asked innocently, eyes wide glancing up at him.
âi donât want to force you, baby-â he straightened up.
âi want to though. i really do. iâm ready,â you cut him off, âi want to make you feel good, god, i just missed you so much, riki.â you tentatively continued to jerk him off through his pants.
âmy sweet boyâŠâ you kissed his lower abdomen, leaving a mark of your tinted chapstick on his skin âmy pretty boy, who patiently waited for me all these months,â you said seductively as you slid your hand past the waistband of his sweatpants.
this was torture. riki was conflicted. you were saying everything he dreamt of hearing you say, doing everything he dreamt of seeing you do. he had spent countless nights jerking off wishing it was your hands doing this instead of his own. he had already imagined you coming undone for him, shaking uncontrollably because of him. but ultimately, during those nights, when he was thinking of you as his cum spurted all over his stomach, he was the one coming undone for you.
ây/nâŠâ he muttered in a shaky breath.
âyou want me to take care of you?â you gave him this innocent gaze again.
he felt his last ounce of restraint slipping away.
he nodded desperately. âplease,â he closed his eyes and his head tilted back to find the mattress as the hand that was stopping you fell back to grip the sheets.
you smiled teasingly as you took off his pants and underwear all at once. his thick cock sprung up to his stomach, convulsing at the feeling of the cold air in contrast of the heat flooding his body. the tip was flushed red with precum beading at the top.
it kind of impressed you. riki felt huge in front of your eyes. âwe can stop if you changed your mind, angel, we really donât have to do this if youâre unsureâ he reassured you once he noticed the slight hesitation in your eyes.
âi donât want to stop, i just need a little instruction,â you admitted.
seeing him this patient, this understanding for you, despite his clearly desperate state, coaxed yet another spurt of arousal out of you, adding to the pool already formed in your panties.
âokay just⊠take your hand like this and put it- yeah, oh fuck, just like thatâ he took your hand and wrapped it around his length before you started instinctively stoking it slowly. âoh my god,â he rolled his eyes with a silent gasp, âcould you just squeeze a little, baby?â
your fist curled tighter and you quickly found your rhythm. riki kept moaning nonsense; sometimes your name, sometimes little curses under his breath, sometimes sweet encouraging praises. âfuck, youâre doing so good,â heâd whine adding his own thrusts to the pressure of your hands. but it wasnât enough. you wanted to hear those little whimpers you once heard your friends rant about. so, you slowly approached your lips to his tip.
âlook at me,â you commanded. riki didnât even notice he had closed his eyes all along, overwhelmed with the pleasure you were bringing to him.
you gave kitten licks to his frenulum, while looking at him in the eyes. you tasted the saltiness of his precum and you both moaned before you kissed his tip, twirling your tongue around his sensitive slit, and finally dove down to suck him to the best of your ability. of course, you were still a beginner; you couldnât fit his whole cock in your mouth, apologized with a shy smile a couple times when your teeth scraped him, gagged when you tried to go too far down, but this only made riki even crazier. he encouraged you to go slower, to relax your throat, everything to help make this an enjoyable experience for you as well. he was so turned on he knew he wouldnât last much longer like this.
âfuck- fuck, you gotta go slower baby, or iâm not gonna lastâ he closed his eyes again to distract himself and refrain from cumming so fast.
once he opened them again though, and saw you all concentrated, solely focused on pleasuring him, with your hands still stroking the base of his cock, a little drool rolling down from the corners of your mouth and the feeling of your tongue swirling around his tip, he just couldnât help it. thatâs when you heard it â the sound you were so desperately looking for. it was definitely not a groan, nor a moan either. it was a whimper. that exact sound that you heard your friends rave about a couple weeks back. a high pitched whimper, totally in contrast of rikiâs deep voice. you made another swirl, and then another, all rewarded by these little needy sounds from your boyfriend. you jaw was already getting tired, despite the fact that it hadnât been that much time since you started sucking him. however those sounds⊠poor boy will actually have to pull you off of him if he ever wants you to stop.
completely disregarding rikiâs wish for you to slow down, you instead sucked faster and hollowed your cheeks, making his cute whines louder.
âgod- baby,â he tried to fight back, tried to pull you off but you simply took his hands and forced them to rest on either side of his tall body.
he looked down to see you again, almost commanding him, being so bold out of the blue. this drove him over the edge âplease, oh y/n iâm gonna cumâ he whimpered again.
your head bobbed up and down his shaft again a few times, before he finally freed himself from your grasp. you looked at him confused with teary eyes and he came immediately all over your chin and your mouth. he shuddered and whined continuously as his dick twitched by itself in the air and your name was the only thing he could think about. when his vision became clearer again and he saw the mess he made on your face, he instantly started brewing an apology, but before it could get out, you took one of the white drops that had rolled from your cheek to your chest, and brought it up to your lips, before licking the liquid that was already there. you relished on the new taste with a finger in your mouth and shot a gaze at his fucked out face. he groaned and frowned as yet another thick rope of cum left his angry red tip and landed on you.
you gave his cock one final kiss before you straightened up and gave him the warmest smile. he took you in his big arms, and kissed you again while wiping the rest of his cum off your face.
âyou did so good baby,â he sighed in between the soft kisses.
âi canât believe i actually made you whimper,â you mocked.
âyeah? letâs see if you donât whimper when i return the favor,â his eyes sparkled with mischief.
just like that, he was between your legs: âcan i?â he asked before gently opening them once you gave him your agreement. he took your laced panties off, instantly noticing the actual mess in your pants.
âfuck, youâre dripping baby,â his lips lingered on your thigh as he knelt in front of you on the floor. âlook at youâŠâ he got closer to your cunt and kept caressing your thigh with his soft hands, âiâll make it up to you i promise,â he said before he finally dove down.
âitâs my turn to make you feel good now.â
this was a totally new experience from what you had known. obviously, you had already touched yourself before, but this was truly on another level. you shuddered at the swirls of his tongue around your core. moans escaped your mouth as you heard the lewd sounds of your pussy against his face.
rikiâs mouth went underneath your clit and he pushed his tongue inside of you, greedily swallowing every drop of arousal your body was offering him. he kept moaning against you and the vibrations made you shiver. it seemed like he was enjoying this just as much as you did. his dick regained strength and slightly twitched, begging for friction. to ground yourself, you gently tugged his hair and his eyes finally met yours. your brows were furrowed and your eyes were shining with a newfound desperation he didnât know you had.
he came up to kiss your pelvis: âdo you like this, sweetheart?â he coaxed. he already knew the answer but just needed that extra satisfaction. he looked like a total mess. hair going in every direction, mouth puffy from the suffocation it is enduring, his chin glistening with your sweet juices. you couldnât even answer but only nodded desperately.
âuse your words pretty girl,â he insisted.
âplease âki, i need you so bad,â you cried out. you planted your feet on each side of the bed, your hips seeking the stimulation again.
he smirked and slowly slid a finger inside of your wet mess. your back arched unmistakably off the bed as you welcomed his hands with even more wetness. his lips met your pussy again, focusing on your clit while his finger kept digging deeper inside you. his dick was impossibly hard again. with his finger plunged into you, he felt every flutter of your cunt and could now precisely pinpoint when his digits pressed the right spot at the right time. he tricked you into whining his name when he added another finger inside you.
âgod, please donât stop,â you sobbed. your grip on his hair became tighter, he felt you pulsating around his long fingers and the hand he had rested on your hip kept moving from you chasing your own release â he knew you were getting closer.
his glance raised from your heat to your face once more. you put a hand up your mouth to muffle the obscene sounds that were flowing out of it. you were so confident just a couple minutes ago, making fun of him for whimpering for you. yet here you were right now: shaking as your orgasm was approaching, completely at his mercy. seeing the switch in your attitude turned him on. he kept seeing new facets of you tonight, and he was far from complaining.
he curled his fingers one last time against that spongy spot he quickly noticed you liked and it pushed you over the edge in a tremble. you hips jerked up unintentionally against him as he didnât seem to stop, helping you ride out your high. your fingers were almost pulling his hair now. he didnât mind though, on the contrary, he seemed to almost enjoy it too much. he filthily slurped on everything dripping out of you with a groan, as he was himself coating the floor with a little too much fluid, almost too pearly and creamy to be considered pre.
he finally slowed down, then, and came back up to your face, chest heaving and licking the last remnants of your cum off of his lips. he kissed you sweetly, resting one of his hands on your cheek.
âthat was perfect baby,â he smiled softly
âweâre not done thoughâ you shot back.
âwhat?â he instantly responded
âwell, itâs barely midnight and your dick is still hard soâŠâ you slightly raised your eyebrows and looked down at his cock.
âyouâre sur-â he started but you cut him off by kissing his neck âgod, who knew i was living with such a beast all this timeâ he joked.
rikiâs innocent girlfriend had now officially disappeared, and one thing was for sure: the night had just begun.
(MDNIâŒïž) Sending freaky picture while they are touring (Maknae Line )
Mention of sex, dih, eating pussy , VERY suggestive content.
Pairing idol!maknae line x freaky reader
Summery: they are on tour and you decides to tease them with freaky pictures and they canât wait to get their hands on you
Note: I donât proof read anything so pls understand.
Now playing Gimme More By Britney Spears
|Hyung Line ver. |
A/n: jungwon one last part should say âfuck out of youâ but it got cropped out, sorry. And also if you are too sensitive donât interact w Riki slides plsđ§đ»ââïžđ
êȘৠnow playing JUNO by sabrina carpenter âą !
synopsis : living next door to lee heeseung has always been a nightmare loud, cocky, and impossible to ignore until one reckless night at a party leaves you waking up in his bed and running before it can mean anything you try to forget it ever happened, until two lines change everything, and suddenly the one person you canât stand is the one you canât escape.
pairing : basketball captain heeseung x neighbourf!reader
trope : accidental pregnancy + forced proximity
word count : 30.3k
warnings : blowjob semi public ?? , fingering, breast play, sex during pregnancy missionary, cowgirl, against the wall, abortion / termination discussions, anxiety, panic attacks, crying, self-doubt, identity crisis, fear of the future, toxic family dynamics, threats, pregnancy symptoms mentioned nausea, vomiting, fatigue, dizziness, mood swings, heightened libido/sexual needs, and body changes
đŻïž JO's NOTES < đ»ââïž 3 ! : and here it is the long awaited part two, have fun reading >.< also listen to the playlist while reading
âand you didnât bother telling me?âYou looked up at him through tear filled eyes, still crying softly.âI I thought it was better this way,â you whispered, voice breaking. âYou donât have to be involved. I didnât want to ruin your life or your future with the team or anything. I was going to handle it alone.â
Heeseung ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. The congee he had cooked for you was still sitting forgotten on the kitchen counter, its smell now making you look even sicker. He set the pregnancy test down on the sink counter carefully, as if it might break.He didnât know what to feel.
Part of him was angry that you had planned to go through this without saying a single word to him. Another part understood your fear he knew how much you hated him, how hard you had tried to pretend that night never happened. But the hurt lingered.
The realization that you were carrying his child and had already decided to end it without giving him any say it stung more than he expected.He crouched down slowly so he was closer to your eye level, though he kept some distance.âYou were just going to do it and never tell me?â he asked, voice quieter now, but still carrying that edge of pain. âThatâs my kid too, you know.âYou didnât answer. You just cried harder, curling in on yourself.
Heeseung stayed there on the bathroom floor with you, the weight of the situation pressing down on both of you. The silence between you was heavy, filled with everything neither of you had said since that night.For the first time since he found the test, he didnât know what to do next.
Heeseung remained crouched on the cold bathroom floor, the pregnancy test long forgotten somewhere . The two red lines seemed to burn into his vision no matter how many times he blinked. The weight of what they meant pressed down on him heavily, making it hard to breathe normally.
You were sitting right in front of him, knees drawn up to your chest, face buried in your arms as quiet sobs continued to shake your shoulders. Your breathing was ragged, broken by hiccups, and your entire body looked small and fragile under the harsh bathroom light.Heeseung swallowed the lump in his throat. He set the test gently on the edge of the sink, then slowly shifted closer until he was sitting cross legged on the floor beside you.His voice came out quieter than he had ever spoken to you before.
âI support your decision,â he said carefully, choosing every word with caution. âIf you really want to end this, then I support it. I wonât fight you on it. But I want you to think again, okay? Donât make the choice right now while youâre scared and exhausted. Just give yourself a little time to be sure.âYou lifted your head slowly. Your eyes were red and swollen, tears still streaming freely down your cheeks. Your voice cracked when you finally spoke.
âI donât know if I can take the responsibility of a child,â you whispered, the words trembling. âIâm still in school my capstone project is due soon, I have exhibitions I want to curate one day I canât do this. Iâm not ready for any of it. I never asked for this. I never wanted this to happen.â
The raw fear and despair in your voice hit Heeseung harder than he expected. He watched as another wave of tears spilled over, and something inside his chest twisted painfully.Without thinking, he opened his arms.âCome here,â he murmured. You hesitated for only a second before you leaned forward and collapsed against him. The moment his arms wrapped around you, you broke completely. Heavy, gut wrenching sobs tore out of your throat as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, hands clutching desperately at the front of his hoodie.
Heeseung held you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed slow, soothing circles along your spine. He could feel every shudder that ran through your body, every shaky inhale against his shoulder. Your tears soaked through the fabric of his hoodie, warm and wet, but he didnât pull away even for a second.
This wasnât the Heeseung who loved teasing you in the hallway.Right now, he was just a boy holding a girl who was falling apart in his arms the same girl who had spent months hating him, and the same girl who was now carrying his child.
âIâll book the appointment,â he whispered against your hair, his voice low and steady despite the storm of emotions inside him. âIâll find a good clinic and take you there myself, okay? Iâll be right there with you the entire time in the waiting room, during the consultation, whatever you need. You arenât alone in this. I promise you that.â
You cried even harder at his words, your fingers tightening in his hoodie as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your sobs echoed softly in the small bathroom, raw and heartbreaking.Heeseung continued holding you, rocking you ever so slightly as he rubbed your back. He pressed his cheek gently against the top of your head, breathing in the faint scent of your shampoo mixed with the salt of your tears.
âI know youâre scared,â he murmured. âIâm scared too. But weâll figure this out whatever you decide you donât have to carry it by yourself anymore.âYou stayed like that for a long time curled against his chest on the bathroom floor, his arms wrapped securely around you. Your crying gradually slowed into quiet, exhausted sniffles, but you didnât pull away. For the first time since that reckless night, the wall between the two of you didnât feel like a barrier anymore.It felt like something you could both lean on.
Heeseung didnât rush you. He simply held you, letting you cry until your body grew heavy with exhaustion against him. His hand never stopped its gentle motion on your back, offering the only comfort he knew how to give right now.In that quiet, heavy moment, Heeseung wasnât the campus king or the arrogant basketball captain. He was just Heeseung and for the first time, you allowed yourself to lean on him completely.
The next few days passed in a strange, heavy blur. After that night on your bathroom floor, something between you and Heeseung had quietly shifted. You had cried yourself exhausted in his arms, and he had stayed holding you without any cocky remarks or teasing. When your sobs finally slowed, he helped you back to bed, made sure you drank some water, and only left after you fell asleep.The following morning, he texted you.
Heeseung : Appointment booked. 7th September, 4:00 PM at the womenâs health clinic downtown. Iâll drive you there
You stared at the message for a long time, fingers hovering over the keyboard. You wanted to tell him not to bother. That you could handle it alone. But you were too drained, too scared, and too nauseous to argue. So you simply replied
You : okay
The week leading up to the appointment was one of the hardest you had ever experienced.Your symptoms got significantly worse.The nausea was almost constant now. You threw up multiple times a day sometimes so violently that your throat burned afterward. Smells were unbearable even walking past the campus bakery made you gag. The fatigue was bone deep. You fell asleep in lectures twice, and once you had to excuse yourself from a group meeting because the dizziness became too strong.
Your breasts were painfully tender, and you felt emotionally fragile crying over small things like a sad song or a missed bus.Yunjin and Soobin were growing more suspicious.âBabe, youâve lost weight,â Yunjin said one afternoon, frowning as she looked at you. âAnd you look exhausted. This isnât just capstone stress. Tell us whatâs really going on.â
Soobin nodded, his usual soft eyes filled with worry. âIf youâre sick, we can help. You donât have to keep saying youâre âfineâ when you clearly arenât.âYou forced a tired smile and gave them the same answer youâd been repeating all week.âIâm alright really just a lot on my plate right now. Iâll feel better soon.âThey didnât fully believe you, but they stopped pushing after a while. Still, you could feel their concerned glances every time you excused yourself to the bathroom or declined food.Through all of it, Heeseung showed a side of himself you had never seen before.He texted you every day.
Heeseung : Did you eat anything today?
Heeseung : How are you feeling this morning?
Heeseung : Iâm heading to practice. Text me if the nausea gets bad
You had told him multiple times not to worry.
You : You donât have to do this im fine
You : Please stop checking on me
But Heeseung ignored your protests completely. Every morning, he waited outside your door to walk with you to the university. When you told him it wasnât necessary, he simply replied, âIâm going the same way anyway,â and continued doing it. In the evenings, he offered to pick you up from the library if you stayed late. You refused most of the time, but on two occasions when the dizziness was especially bad, you quietly accepted.
He also started cooking for you.He would knock on your door in the evenings with containers of simple, gentle food plain rice porridge with ginger, mild chicken soup, steamed vegetables, and light broths that didnât trigger your nausea. At first, you felt awkward accepting them, but the meals were the only things you could keep down without throwing up immediately afterward.One night, after he brought over a bowl of warm congee, you finally muttered a quiet âThank youâ while sitting at your desk.Heeseung just shrugged, leaning against your doorway.
âYou donât have to thank me,â he said softly. âJust eat.âYou watched him leave and felt a confusing swirl of emotions gratitude, guilt, anxiety, and something warmer you didnât want to name. This was not the loud, cocky Heeseung you had spent months hating. This version was quiet, patient, and surprisingly caring. It made everything feel even more complicated.As the 7th of September drew closer, your anxiety skyrocketed.You kept having second thoughts.
What if Iâm making a mistake?
What if I regret this later?
What if I canât go through with it?
You would lie awake at night, hand resting on your still flat stomach, tears silently sliding down your cheeks. The fear and confusion were overwhelming. On the night before the appointment, Heeseung sent you one last text
Heeseung : Iâll pick you up at 3:30 tomorrow. Try to get some rest. Iâm here if you need anything
You stared at the message for a long time, heart heavy with emotions you couldnât even begin to untangle.You were terrified.You were grateful.And you had no idea what you were going to do.
The 7th of September arrived faster than you wanted.
You had decided to skip all your classes that day. The thought of sitting through lectures while pretending everything was normal felt impossible. Instead, you stayed in your apartment, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, heart racing every time you checked the clock. Anxiety sat heavy in your chest like a stone. Your hands wouldnât stop trembling, and the nausea was especially bad today though you couldnât tell if it was from pregnancy symptoms or pure terror.
You barely ate. You barely moved. You just sat there, staring into space, wondering if you were really about to go through with this.At exactly 3:30 PM, a soft knock sounded on your door.You jumped slightly, even though youâd been expecting it. Taking a deep breath, you walked over and opened the door.
Heeseung stood there, dressed in a simple black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His hair was still slightly damp, like heâd showered after practice â or maybe he hadnât gone at all. His expression was calm, but his eyes held a quiet seriousness.âI skipped practice today,â he said simply, as if it was no big deal. âReady to go?â
You nodded wordlessly, grabbing your bag and stepping out. The walk to his car was silent. The ride to the clinic was even quieter.You sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, but your hands betrayed your nerves. You kept fidgeting twisting your fingers, picking at your nails, clenching and unclenching your fists in your lap. The anxiety was eating you alive.
Heeseung noticed after a few minutes.Without saying anything, he reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a small star shaped squishy toy, and held it out to you.âHere,â he said gently. âSqueeze this instead of hurting your hands.âYou looked at the soft, pastel yellow star for a second before slowly taking it from him. It was surprisingly soft and satisfying to press. You mumbled a quiet, âThank you,â barely audible, then started squeezing it rhythmically in your lap.
The small gesture made your throat feel tight.
For a while, the car was silent again, only the low hum of the engine filling the space. Then Heeseung spoke, keeping his voice soft and casual, clearly trying to distract you.âHow are you feeling today?â he asked.
You shrugged. âNauseous tired scared.âHe nodded, eyes fixed on the road. âThatâs understandable. You donât have to be strong right now, you know. Itâs okay to be scared.â
You squeezed the star toy harder. After a moment, you asked quietly, âDid you really skip practice for this?ââYeah,â he answered without hesitation. âCoach wasnât happy, but I told him it was important. Heâll get over it.â
You didnât know what to say to that. So you stayed quiet. Heeseung didnât push. Instead, he continued with light, careful small talk asking about your capstone project, telling you a harmless story about Beomgyu messing up a drill during practice yesterday, even mentioning how the weather was supposed to cool down next week. His voice stayed steady and low, never teasing, never cocky just there.
Before you knew it, the car slowed down.
You blinked and looked up. The clinic building stood in front of you modern, discreet, with a small sign that made your stomach drop. You hadnât even realized how fast the drive had gone.Heeseung parked the car smoothly and turned off the engine. For a moment, neither of you moved. The silence returned, heavier this time.You kept squeezing the star toy, knuckles turning white.
Heeseung turned to look at you, his expression gentle but serious.âWeâre here,â he said softly. âWhenever youâre ready Iâll go in with you. Or I can wait in the car. Whatever you want.âYour heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. The reality of why you were here hit you all over again. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you forced them back.You whispered, almost to yourself âI donât know if I can do thisâ
Heeseung didnât reply right away. He simply reached over and gently placed his hand on top of yours, the one still squeezing the star toy grounding you for a moment.âYou donât have to decide everything right now,â he said. âLetâs just go inside first. One step at a time.âYou nodded shakily, still clutching the squishy star like a lifeline.The appointment was finally here.
And you had no idea what you were going to do.You and Heeseung walked into the clinic together.
The moment the automatic doors slid open, a wave of cool, sterile air hit you. Your heart was hammering so hard you felt dizzy. Heeseung stayed close beside you, not touching you, but near enough that you could feel his presence like a quiet anchor.The waiting room was brighter and softer than you expected. Soft beige walls, comfortable chairs, and gentle lighting. But what really hit you were the other women.
Several pregnant women were sitting around the room. One was gently rubbing her rounded belly while smiling down at her phone. Another was showing ultrasound pictures to the woman beside her, both of them laughing softly with pure joy on their faces. A third woman, quite far along, was resting her hands protectively over her bump, looking peaceful and content.You froze for a second, taking it all in.
These women looked happy excited ready.
You, on the other hand, felt like you were walking toward something terrifying. Your hand tightened around the star-shaped squishy toy Heeseung had given you in the car, squeezing it hard.Heeseung glanced at you but said nothing. He simply stayed by your side as you both approached the reception desk.
You cleared your throat, voice barely above a whisper.
âHi⊠I have an appointment at 4:00. My name is [Your Name].âThe receptionist smiled kindly and checked her computer. âYes, I see you here. Please fill out this short form and have a seat. The doctor will call you shortly.âYou quickly filled out the paperwork with shaky hands while Heeseung waited beside you. Once you handed it back, the receptionist nodded politely.âYou can wait over there. It wonât be long.â
You both moved to two empty seats in the corner. The moment you sat down, your leg started bouncing anxiously. You kept squeezing the star squishy toy over and over, the soft pressure somehow helping you stay grounded. Heeseung sat quietly next to you, elbows resting on his knees, saying nothing but staying close.The silence between you two was heavy but not uncomfortable.
Every few seconds, your eyes would drift back to the pregnant women around the room. One of them laughed softly as she showed her partner an ultrasound photo. Another woman caressed her belly lovingly while reading a pregnancy magazine.
You felt a sharp pang in your chest.They look so sure so happy.You, on the other hand, felt nothing but fear and confusion.
Your hands were trembling again. You squeezed the star toy even harder.Heeseung noticed. He leaned slightly closer, voice low so only you could hear.
âYouâre doing okay,â he murmured. âJust breathe.â
You didnât reply. You just kept squeezing the toy.
A few minutes later, a door opened and a nurse stepped out.â[Your Full Name]?âYou stood up on unsteady legs. Heeseung rose with you.
âDo you want me to come in with you?â he asked quietly.You hesitated for a second, then gave a small nod. You didnât think you could do this completely alone.The nurse led both of you down a short hallway and into a clean, warmly lit consultation room. A woman in her mid-forties with kind eyes and a gentle smile stood up from behind the desk as you entered.
âHello,â she said warmly, extending her hand. âIâm Dr. Kim. Itâs nice to meet you.âYou shook her hand weakly. âHi Iâm [Your Name].â
Dr. Kimâs gaze shifted to Heeseung with the same kind expression. âAnd you areâŠ?ââHeeseung,â he answered. âIâm here with her.âThe doctor nodded understandingly, not pressing for more details. She gestured for both of you to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Once you were seated, Dr. Kim folded her hands on the desk and looked at you with gentle patience.
âSo, tell me what brings you here today,â she said softly. âTake your time. Thereâs no rush.âYou clutched the star squishy toy tightly in your lap, staring down at it. Your throat felt tight, and your eyes were already burning with unshed tears.You opened your mouth, but it took a few seconds before any words came out.
âI⊠I took a pregnancy test last week,â you whispered. âIt was positive. Iâm⊠I think I want to terminate it.â
Dr. Kim nodded calmly, her expression full of understanding and zero judgment.âI see,â she said gently. âThank you for trusting me with that. We can talk about all your options today. First, let me ask how have you been feeling physically? Any symptoms?â
You took a shaky breath and started listing them the constant nausea, vomiting, fatigue, dizziness, tender breasts. Dr. Kim listened carefully, occasionally nodding and writing notes.
Heeseung sat silently beside you the entire time, a quiet but steady presence.Dr. Kimâs voice was calm and professional, yet warm in a way that felt intentionally soothing. She leaned forward slightly on her desk, folding her hands as she looked at you with gentle eyes.
âSince you mentioned your symptoms and the positive test, Iâd like to perform a quick ultrasound today. This is just to confirm the pregnancy, see how far along you are, and check for a heartbeat. Itâs completely external no discomfort. Weâll use this wand on your lower abdomen. Would that be alright with you?â
You nodded slowly, your throat too tight to speak properly. Heeseung stayed quiet beside you, but you felt him shift slightly closer in his chair.
Dr. Kim led you behind a pale blue privacy curtain to the exam bed. The paper sheet crinkled loudly under you as you lay down. She asked you to lift your shirt just below your ribs. The gel she squeezed onto your skin was shockingly cold, making you flinch.âSorry about that,â she said with a small smile. âItâll warm up soon.â
She placed the ultrasound wand on your lower belly and began moving it slowly, pressing gently. The screen beside the bed flickered to life with gray, blurry images. Dr. Kim adjusted the angle a few times, her eyes focused.You stared at the monitor, barely breathing.After a few moments of silence, Dr. Kimâs expression softened.âHere we are,â she said gently. âThis is the gestational sac and right in the center do you see that little flicker?â
She pointed to a tiny, rhythmic pulsing on the screen.
âThatâs the babyâs heartbeat.âThe moment you saw it that small, steady flicker of life something inside your chest cracked wide open. Your vision blurred instantly as hot tears flooded your eyes. A choked sob escaped your throat before you could stop it. The tears spilled over, running down the sides of your face and into your hair.
âI canât do thisâ you whispered, voice trembling. Then louder, more broken, âI canât do this I canâtâ
Dr. Kim immediately lifted the wand and set it aside. The screen went dark.Heeseung was already moving. He stood up so quickly his chair scraped against the floor. In one smooth motion, he was at your side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up into a tight embrace. You buried your face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably as your hands clutched the front of his hoodie.
âHey shh, itâs okay,â he murmured against your hair, his voice thick. One of his hands rubbed slow, steady circles on your back while the other cradled the back of your head. âBreathe. Just breathe. Iâve got you.â
You shook your head against him, crying harder.
âI want the baby â you sobbed, the words spilling out between shaky breaths. âI thought I could do it but I canât⊠I canât get rid of it. Thatâs my baby. I canât do this to my babyâ
Heeseung held you even tighter. You felt his body tremble slightly, and when you pulled back just enough to look at him, you saw tears streaming silently down his own cheeks. His eyes were red, his jaw tight, but he didnât try to hide it.âYou donât have to force yourself to do this,â he whispered, voice cracking. He gently wiped some of your tears away with his thumb. âNot to yourself and not to the baby. Iâm here. Iâm right here, okay? Youâre not doing this alone.â
Fresh sobs wracked your body. Heeseung rested his forehead against yours, his own tears falling onto your shirt as he continued speaking, soft and raw.
âWe will have this baby,â he said, the words heavy with emotion. âI will do everything and anything for you and the baby. I promise. Whatever you need Iâll be there. Every appointment, every late night, every single thing. Youâre not alone anymore. Iâve got you both of you.â
You cried into his shoulder, overwhelmed by fear, guilt, relief, and a thousand other emotions you couldnât name. Heeseung held you through all of it, rocking you gently, his arms strong and steady around you even as his own tears continued to fall.Dr. Kim stayed respectfully quiet for a long moment, giving you both space. When your crying finally quieted into soft sniffles, she spoke gently.
âThereâs no rush to decide anything today. If youâd like to continue with the pregnancy, we can start discussing prenatal care, vitamins, and scheduling your next scans. You can take all the time you need.â
You stayed pressed against Heeseungâs chest, exhausted but no longer feeling completely alone.
For the first time since you saw those two pink lines, the future felt a little less terrifying.Dr. Kim gave you both a moment to collect yourselves after your breakdown. She handed you a tissue box and waited patiently until your sobs quieted into soft sniffles. Heeseung never let go of you again one arm stayed wrapped around your shoulders, his thumb gently brushing your arm in soothing strokes. When you finally calmed down enough to sit up properly, Dr. Kim spoke in a gentle, professional tone. âSince youâve decided to continue with the pregnancy, let me walk you through what comes next.â
She turned the monitor slightly so both of you could see it better and pointed at the image again.âYouâre approximately six weeks along. Everything looks good so far the heartbeat is strong. Weâll schedule a more detailed scan around 8 to 10 weeks to check development. For now, Iâm going to prescribe prenatal vitamins. You need to start taking them daily theyâre very important for the babyâs neural development.â
She slid a prescription paper across the desk.
âFolic acid is especially crucial in the first trimester. Iâll also recommend a gentle prenatal multivitamin. Try to eat small, frequent meals if the nausea is bad. Ginger tea, crackers, and hydration will help. Avoid raw fish, unpasteurized dairy, and limit caffeine.âDr. Kim looked at both of you warmly.âI know this is a big adjustment. If you experience severe vomiting, dizziness, or bleeding, come back immediately or go to the ER. Iâd like to see you again in two weeks for a follow up. Do you have any questions?â
You shook your head, still overwhelmed. Heeseung, however, spoke up for the first time since your emotional outburst.âWhat should she avoid? Like food, activities, anything?â His voice was steady but serious.Dr. Kim answered patiently, explaining everything in detail while Heeseung listened carefully, nodding and even pulling out his phone to take notes. You watched him quietly, still surprised by how seriously he was taking all of this.
Before you left, Dr. Kim printed out a small ultrasound picture and handed it to you with a kind smile.
âHereâs your babyâs first picture. Congratulations.â
You took the small black and white image with trembling fingers. The tiny bean shaped spot with that flickering heartbeat was now printed in your hand. You stared at it, throat tight with emotion.
Heeseung helped you stand up. His hand stayed gently on your lower back as you both thanked Dr. Kim and left the room.
The car ride home was quiet. You clutched the ultrasound picture tightly in your lap, staring down at it the entire time. Heeseung drove carefully, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally flexing like he wanted to reach for you but wasnât sure if he should.
The silence wasnât uncomfortable, but it was heavy. Now that you had decided to keep the baby, the reality of the situation began sinking in for both of you.
Heeseung was going to be a permanent part of your life forever. No more avoiding him in the hallway. No more pretending that night never happened. This baby would tie the two of you together whether you liked it or not. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His jaw was tense, eyes focused on the road, but there was something softer in his expression something you had never seen before.
What you didnât know was how deeply this was already affecting him.Heeseungâs heart felt like it was going to burst. From the moment he saw that tiny heartbeat on the screen, something inside him had shifted irreversibly. This baby was his baby it already meant more to him than he could put into words. Despite all the pressure from his father, despite his complicated life and uncertain future in basketball, the thought of this child filled him with a fierce, protective kind of love he had never experienced before.
He already loved this baby.More than he imagined was possible.The car finally pulled into the apartment building parking lot. Heeseung turned off the engine but didnât move to get out. The silence stretched for a few more seconds.Then he spoke, voice low and serious.âWe need to sit down and talk when we get back.âYou looked at him, still clutching the ultrasound picture. Your voice came out small.ââŠOkay.â
Heeseung nodded once, then got out of the car and walked around to open your door. He stayed close as you both walked up to your floor, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between you.For the first time, the two of you were about to have a real conversation.And the beginning of whatever this new future was going to look like.âLetâs talk at your place,â he said softly. âIf thatâs okay with you.â
You nodded. Your legs felt heavy as you both walked up to your apartment. The ultrasound picture was still clutched tightly in your hand. Once inside, you kicked off your shoes and sat down on the couch, exhausted. Heeseung closed the door gently behind him and sat on the armchair directly across from you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.For a few seconds, the silence was thick.
Then, without any warning or buildup, Heeseung looked you straight in the eyes and said âMarry me.â
You stared at him, completely frozen. The words didnât register at first. When they finally did, a shocked, disbelieving laugh escaped your lips.
ââŠWhat?â You let out another nervous laugh, shaking your head. âHeeseung, are you serious right now?âHe didnât smile. His expression remained dead serious, almost solemn. âIâm serious,â he repeated. âMarry me.â
You blinked rapidly, still trying to process what he had just said. Your heart was racing, confusion and shock swirling inside your chest. âWhy would you want to marry me?â you asked, voice rising with disbelief. âHeeseung we donât even like each other. Weâve spent the last few months hating each other. You used to call me Miss Morals and enjoy annoying the hell out of me. Why are you saying this?â
Heeseung didnât look away. His gaze stayed steady on yours.âBecause youâre carrying my child,â he answered plainly. âThis baby is mine too. I donât want to be a part time dad. I want to be there every single day. So marry me.âYou let out a shaky breath and shook your head, tears already pricking at your eyes again.
âThat isnât how it works, Heeseung,â you said, voice cracking. âMarriage isnât something you do just because thereâs a baby. It requires trust and love and actually knowing the other person. We donât have any of that. We donât even know each other. Not really. All weâve ever done is argue and avoid one another.â
Something painful flashed across Heeseungâs face a deep, raw hurt that made his eyes darken and his jaw tighten. He looked away for a second, swallowing hard, before forcing himself to meet your eyes again.
âWe can make it work if we try,â he said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. âPeople build marriages on less. We can learn to get along. For the babyâs sake.âYou felt your chest tighten. The tears youâd been holding back finally spilled over.âWhat if I havenât met my person yet?â you whispered, voice trembling. âWhat if I meet the person Iâm actually meant to be with while weâre married? What if you do? I donât want to be bound to you, Heeseung. Not like this. Not when we started all of this hating each other.â
The moment the words left your mouth, you saw it again that same flash of hurt, deeper this time. Heeseungâs shoulders dropped slightly. He looked genuinely wounded, like your rejection had cut him far more than you expected.He stayed silent for a long moment, staring at the floor. Then he let out a slow, tired breath.âOkay,â he said quietly, his voice rough. âI understand.â
You frowned, confused by the clear pain on his face. You didnât understand why he looked so hurt. You two had spent months being enemies. He used to thrive on annoying you. So why did your refusal to marry him seem to affect him this badly?Heeseung stood up slowly, running a hand through his hair.âI should go,â he muttered. âYou need rest.âHe paused at the door for a second, back facing you.
âIâm still going to be here,â he added without turning around. âFor the baby. Whether we get married or not Iâm not going anywhere.âThen he left, closing the door softly behind him.You stayed seated on the couch, ultrasound picture still in your lap, feeling more lost and confused than ever before.The silence after Heeseung left the room didnât last long. Barely ten minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door again. When you opened it, he was standing there, looking exhausted but determined.
âCan I come back in?â he asked quietly.You nodded and stepped aside.Heeseung walked in and sat on the same armchair as before. You returned to the couch, pulling your knees up to your chest. The ultrasound picture was still lying on the coffee table between you two.Heeseung rubbed his face with both hands before speaking.âLook even if weâre not getting married right now,â he said slowly, âwe need to at least pretend to date, right? For the baby. So people donât ask too many questions. So it doesnât look like some random hookup.â
You thought about it for a moment, then gave a small, tired nod.âYeah that makes sense.âHeeseung looked relieved. âOkay good.âHe leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. âAnd about money Iâm going to take care of all the expenses. Doctor visits, vitamins, food, whatever you need yours too you donât have to worry about that.âYou immediately frowned and sat up straighter.âI can take care of myself, Heeseung. Iâve been doing it this whole time.â
âI know you can,â he said gently but firmly. âBut youâre carrying my child. Let me do this please I want to.â
You opened your mouth to argue again, but the exhaustion in your body and the look in his eyes made you close it. You eventually gave a small, reluctant nod.ââŠFine.âHeeseung looked a little more relaxed after that. Then you asked the question that had been weighing on you.
âAre we going to tell everyone that Iâm pregnant?â
Heeseung shook his head slowly.âItâs totally up to you,â he said. âYou decide who you want to tell and when. I wonât say anything to anyone unless youâre okay with it.âYou thought about it for a while, fingers tracing the edge of the ultrasound picture.âSoobin and Yunjin,â you said quietly. âI want to tell them. Theyâve been really worried about me. And you can tell your close friends. Beomgyu, Jake, Jay and your coach, I suppose. Theyâll probably notice eventually anyway.â
Heeseung nodded. âThat sounds fair.âYou hesitated, then continued.âWhat about our parents? We should let them know, right?âHeeseungâs expression changed slightly. He looked more tense.âAre your parents going to be okay with this?â he asked carefully.You gave a small, tired smile.âYeah I think so. My mom and dad have always supported me no matter what. They might be shocked at first, but once they hear theyâre getting a grandbaby theyâll probably be over the moon. Theyâve always wanted grandchildren.â
Heeseung smiled faintly at that, but it didnât reach his eyes. When you looked at him expectantly, he let out a long breath and leaned back in the chair.
âI donât know how mine will react,â he admitted, voice quieter. âMy dad heâs complicated. If he finds out I got someone pregnant while Iâm still trying to make it to the NBAâ He trailed off, shaking his head. âI donât know. Iâll figure it out.â
You watched him carefully. For the first time, you saw the weight he was carrying the pressure, the expectations, the fear of disappointing his family.
The conversation settled into a heavy but honest silence. So many things were still uncertain. Your future, your relationship (or lack of one), how you were going to navigate this together.But at least now, you were talking. After the heavy conversation, Heeseung stood up slowly, running a hand through his hair. The air in your apartment felt thick with everything that had just been said and everything that still remained unsaid.
He looked at you for a long moment, eyes soft but tired.âI should go,â he said quietly. âYou need to rest. Itâs been a really long day.âYou nodded, too drained to argue. Heeseung walked toward the door, then paused with his hand on the handle. âTake care of yourself, okay?â he said, glancing back at you. His voice was gentle, almost hesitant. âEat something light if you can drink water text me if the nausea gets bad or if you need anything. Iâm right next door.â
You gave him a small, tired nod. âYeah I will.âHe lingered for another second, like he wanted to say more, but eventually just offered a faint smile and left, closing the door softly behind him.The moment the lock clicked, the silence in your apartment felt suffocating.You were alone.You curled up on the couch, pulling your knees to your chest and hugging them tightly. The ultrasound picture was still on the coffee table, staring back at you. You reached out and picked it up, tracing the tiny bean-shaped spot with your fingertip.
Tears blurred your vision again.Now came the hardest part figuring out how to tell the people you loved.
Your mind immediately went to your parents. Strangely, that felt almost easy.Your mom and dad had always been incredibly supportive. They had raised you to be independent, but theyâd also made it clear that no matter what happened in life mistakes, heartbreaks, unexpected turns they would stand by you. You could already imagine your momâs initial shock turning into tears of joy once she processed that she was going to be a grandmother.
Your dad would probably go quiet at first, then start asking a million practical questions while secretly being over the moon.Telling them felt scary, but safe. You knew they would love this baby. They would support you no matter what path you chose.But Yunjin and Soobin?That felt terrifying.They were your best friends. They had watched you complain about Heeseung for months. They knew how much you couldnât stand him. They had seen you avoid him like the plague. How were you supposed to tell them that you had gotten drunk at a party, slept with the neighbor you hated, and were now keeping his baby?
Yunjin would probably scream then cry then demand to know every single detail while spiraling with worry. Soobin he would be quiet at first, shocked, but then his concern would kick in. He would worry about your health, your future, your capstone, your dreams. You hated the idea of disappointing them or making them feel like they had failed to notice how much you were struggling.You buried your face in your knees, letting out a shaky breath.
How do you even start that conversation?Hey guys, remember how I disappeared at Sunghoonâs party? Yeah I slept with Heeseung. And now Iâm pregnant.
The thought alone made you want to crawl under the blankets and never come out.You placed a protective hand over your stomach, still flat but no longer feeling empty.
This baby was real now. You had chosen to keep it. And that choice was going to change everything your friendship with Yunjin and Soobin, your relationship (or lack of one) with Heeseung, your entire future.
You stayed curled up on the couch for a long time, ultrasound picture still in your other hand, heart heavy with fear and quiet determination.
Telling your parents felt like something you could survive.Telling your best friends felt like walking into an emotional battlefield.But you knew you couldnât keep this secret forever. Not from the people who loved you most.
The next morning, you woke up to soft, hesitant knocks on your door.Your eyes fluttered open, still heavy from crying and restless sleep. The ultrasound picture was lying on your pillow beside you you must have fallen asleep clutching it. Your body felt sore, your eyes puffy, and your hair was a complete mess. The nausea was already simmering in your stomach, a cruel reminder that nothing about this was a dream.
The knocking came again gentle, almost careful.You dragged yourself out of bed, wrapped a loose cardigan over your oversized sleep shirt, and padded to the door. When you opened it, Heeseung was standing there.
He looked freshly showered, wearing a simple black hoodie and sweatpants, hair still slightly damp. In his hands was a paper bag and two cups of what smelled like warm tea.The moment he saw you messy hair, swollen eyes, tired face you suddenly became painfully self conscious. You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to smooth your hair with one hand, cheeks heating up.Heeseungâs expression softened.
âI got you breakfast,â he said quietly, lifting the bag a little. âSomething light. Ginger tea and plain rice porridge with a bit of egg. Thought it might help with the nausea.â He paused, looking almost nervous. âCan I come in and eat with you?âYou hesitated for a second, then nodded.âYeah okay. Just give me a minute to freshen up.â
Heeseung gave you a small nod and stepped inside as you retreated to the bathroom. You quickly brushed your teeth, splashed cold water on your face, tied your hair into a messy bun, and changed into a loose sweater and comfortable pants. When you came back out, Heeseung had already set everything up on your small dining table.Two bowls of warm porridge, the ginger tea, and even a small side of fresh fruit he must have brought along. He was waiting for you, standing awkwardly by the table.
You sat down across from him. The silence was soft, not uncomfortable.You both started eating slowly. The porridge was gentle on your stomach warm, lightly seasoned, and easy to keep down. For the first time in days, you actually managed a few proper spoonfuls without feeling like youâd throw up immediately.
After a few minutes of quiet eating, Heeseung spoke.
âI can drop you at university every morning,â he said, eyes on his bowl. âIâll adjust my practice schedule if I need to. But I canât always promise Iâll be able to pick you up in the evenings because of team practice and meetings. Still I want to take you in the mornings at least.âYou looked up at him, spoon paused halfway to your mouth.âYou really donât have to do that, Heeseung. Itâs not necessary.âHe shook his head gently but firmly.
âIt is necessary,â he replied. âYouâre carrying my child. Taking care of you and the life growing inside you thatâs my responsibility now. Whether weâre together or not.âHis words hung in the air between you. There was no cockiness in his tone, no arrogance, just quiet determination. You stared at him for a long moment, a strange mix of emotions swirling in your chest, gratitude, confusion and fear.And something warmer you werenât ready to name yet.You looked back down at your bowl, stirring the porridge slowly.
ââŠThank you,â you whispered.Heeseung gave you a small, almost shy smile the softest you had ever seen from him.âYou donât have to thank me,â he said. âJust let me help. Okay?âYou nodded, too tired and overwhelmed to argue.For the rest of breakfast, you both ate in relatively comfortable silence. Every now and then Heeseung would glance at you, making sure you were actually eating the quiet felt new different not quite friendly yet.But no longer hostile.
You both finished breakfast in a surprisingly comfortable silence. The porridge had settled well in your stomach, and for the first time in days, you didnât feel like you needed to run to the bathroom immediately after eating. Heeseung cleared the bowls and cleaned up without being asked, moving around your small kitchen like he was trying not to overstep.
When he was done, he turned to you.âIâll wait for you downstairs in my car,â he said gently. âTake your time getting ready. No rush.â
You nodded, still a little dazed from everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. Heeseung gave you one last look soft, almost careful before heading out and closing the door quietly behind him. As soon as he left, you hurried to get dressed. You chose something comfortable: an oversized hoodie, loose jeans, and sneakers. You brushed your hair into a simple ponytail and splashed some water on your face, trying to look at least a little presentable. Your hands were still shaking slightly as you grabbed your bag and the ultrasound picture (which you tucked safely into your notebook).
When you stepped outside, Heeseungâs car was waiting right in front of the building. You slid into the passenger seat, and he gave you a small smile before pulling out of the parking lot.The drive to university started off quiet, but Heeseung eventually broke the silence.âSoâŠâ he started, glancing at you. âI realized I donât actually know much about you. Other than the fact that you hate loud music and call me an entitled asshole.â
You let out a soft, surprised laugh despite yourself.
Heeseungâs lips curved into a gentle smirk. âWhat do you like? Favorite food? Favorite artist? Anything.â
You thought for a moment, squeezing the star shaped squishy toy he had given you yesterday, which was still in your hoodie pocket.
âI like quiet places,â you said. âMuseums, art galleries, bookstores with big windows. I love matcha, but lately it makes me nauseous so maybe not right now. I like soft music acoustic stuff and I really love curating imagining how paintings and sculptures would look together in a room. Itâs calming.âHeeseung listened attentively, nodding.âWhat about you?â you asked, surprising yourself by actually being curious. âWhat do you like when youâre not being loud and annoying?â
He chuckled lightly. âBasketball, obviously. But I also like late night drives. And ramyun the kind that makes your nose run. Iâm terrible at drawing, but I like watching you sketch when youâre focused. You get this little crease between your eyebrows.âYou glanced at him, cheeks warming. The conversation flowed easier than expected. He asked about your favorite movies, what kind of exhibitions you dreamed of curating one day, and what you hated most about university (early morning lectures and group projects with lazy people).
You teased him lightly about his loud parties, and he admitted that he sometimes turned the music up just to see if youâd come banging on his door.By the time he pulled into the university parking lot, you were both surprised at how easily the conversation had come.But the moment you stepped out of his car, reality hit you like a truck.Everyone was staring.
Students walking by slowed down. A group of girls near the entrance openly gawked. Whispers started almost immediately. You were very aware of how it looked you, leaving Heeseungâs car early in the morning, him leaning over to say something to you before you closed the door.
Your face burned with embarrassment. This was a bad idea a very bad idea.You didnât even thank him. You just lowered your head, pulled your hood up, and walked away quickly, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the ground. You could feel hundreds of eyes on your back as you hurried toward the main building.
Heeseung watched you go, his expression unreadable. He stayed parked for a few extra seconds before driving off to find a spot.
You kept your head down the entire way to your first class, heart racing, already regretting how public this was becoming.The secret was no longer just yours and his.And campus was about to get very interested in the sudden shift between the girl who hated Lee Heeseung and the basketball captain who was now driving her to university.
Your heart was still pounding wildly as you hurried across campus toward the Art History lecture hall. Every few steps, you felt like someone was staring at you. Whispers seemed to follow you like shadows âWas that Heeseungâs car?â, âDid you see them together?â, âI thought she hated him?â making your skin crawl with embarrassment and anxiety.You kept your head down, hood pulled low over your face, walking as fast as your tired legs would allow without breaking into a run.
The ultrasound picture hidden safely inside your notebook felt like it weighed a ton in your bag. By the time you pushed open the door to the lecture hall, your breathing was slightly ragged and a fresh wave of nausea was threatening to rise.Yunjin and Soobin were already in your usual seats middle row, near the window. The moment they saw you approaching, their expressions shifted.Yunjinâs eyes widened dramatically. âOh my god, what happened to you? You look like youâve seen a ghost. Or ten ghosts.â
Soobin turned in his seat, his gentle face immediately filling with concern. âAre you okay? Youâre really pale.â
You forced a weak, tired smile as you dropped into the empty seat between them, trying your best to look normal even though your hands were still trembling slightly.âIâm fine,â you said, voice quieter than usual. âI was just running late this morning. Rushed here from the other side of campus.âSoobin glanced at his watch, then back at you with a small frown. âWe still have like fifteen minutes before class starts though.â
You froze for a split second, heart skipping. Your mind scrambled for an excuse.
âYeah I know,â you mumbled, quickly pulling out your notebook and flipping through the pages as if you were looking for something important. âI thought I was way later than I actually was. My brainâs been all over the place lately with the capstone deadline.â
Yunjin wasnât convinced. She leaned closer, studying your face like a detective. âAre you sure thatâs it? Youâve been acting weird for weeks now. Disappearing, not replying to texts, looking exhausted every time we see youâ
You swallowed hard and kept your eyes fixed on your notes, refusing to meet their worried gazes.âIâm alright, really,â you insisted, forcing another small smile. âJust been super busy and stressed. You know how it is with this project.âBefore Yunjin could push further, Soobin spoke up again, his tone soft but clearly concerned.âYou didnât reply to any of our messages yesterday evening or night,â he said. âWe were both really worried. Yunjin was about to go knock on your door at midnight.â
Your chest tightened. You had seen the string of worried texts from both of them asking if you were okay, if you needed anything, if something was wrong. You had read them all but couldnât bring yourself to answer.âI was just really busy,â you repeated, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue. âGot caught up with work and forgot to check my phone. Sorry for making you guys worry.â
Yunjin opened her mouth again, clearly ready to interrogate you more, but right at that moment, the professor walked into the lecture hall carrying his usual stack of papers and laptop. The room gradually quieted down as he set up at the front.âAlright, everyone. Letâs dive straight into todayâs topic the evolution of museum curation practices in the late 19th centuryâŠâYou let out a silent breath of relief as the lecture began. You kept your head down, pretending to take diligent notes while your mind continued to spiral.
The ultrasound picture hidden in your bag felt like it was burning a hole through your notebook. Heeseungâs words from last night and this morning kept replaying in your head. The weight of your new reality pressed down on you harder with every passing minute.Yunjin kept throwing concerned glances your way throughout the class. Soobin, ever observant, stayed quiet but you could feel his worried eyes on you from time to time.
You knew you couldnât keep dodging them forever.
But for now, as the professorâs voice filled the room, you clung to this temporary escape, squeezing the star shaped squishy toy hidden in your hoodie pocket for comfort. The lecture hall felt unusually stuffy today. You tried your best to focus on the professorâs voice as he discussed 19th century museum practices, but your mind kept drifting. Your phone vibrated quietly in your lap for the third time. You discreetly glanced down, hiding the screen from Yunjin and Soobin.
Heeseung : Hey, just checking in. How are you feeling right now? Nausea any better?
You stared at the message for a few seconds, then typed back with slightly shaky fingers.
You : Iâm okay still a bit nauseous but itâs manageable
Not even a minute later, another message popped up.
Heeseung : Good. What do you feel like eating for dinner tonight? Iâll make something light that wonât upset your stomach. Maybe porridge again? Or soup?
You bit your lip, thinking. The idea of him cooking for you again felt strangely comforting, even if it also made everything feel more complicated.
You : Iâm not sure. Anything is fine, really I donât have much appetite these days
His reply came quickly, as if he had been waiting.
Heeseung : Alright. Iâll go with mild chicken porridge with ginger and some steamed vegetables on the side. Easy to digest. Let me know if you crave anything specific, okay?
You read the message twice. A small, unconscious smile crept onto your lips without you realizing it. The simple thoughtfulness behind his texts remembering what your body could handle right now felt unexpectedly warm. Your thumb hovered over the screen as you considered how to reply.Yunjin, who had been side eyeing you the entire time, suddenly leaned over and whispered loudly enough for Soobin to hear, âWhy are you smiling at your phone like that? You look suspiciously happy for someone whoâs been acting like a zombie for weeks.â
You startled and quickly locked your screen, shoving the phone into your bag.âItâs nothing,â you muttered, avoiding both of their curious gazes. âJust a funny meme I saw.âYunjin raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âA meme? Since when do memes make you smile like you just won the lottery?âSoobin chuckled softly beside you but didnât push. Still, you could feel both of them watching you more closely for the rest of the lecture.
When the final class of the day finally ended, you packed your things slowly, hoping the crowd in the hallway would thin out. But the moment the three of you stepped out of the lecture hall into the bustling corridor, you knew something was wrong.
Eyes were everywhere.Students who usually walked past without a second glance were now openly staring. A group of girls near the notice board pulled out their phones as you passed. Whispers rippled through the hallway like a wave. Someone even pointed discreetly in your direction.
Yunjin noticed immediately and linked her arm with yours. âOkay, what the hell is going on? Did we suddenly become celebrities overnight?âSoobin moved to your other side, creating a small protective barrier. âIt does feel like weâre in one of those high school drama scenes where everyone turns to look at the main characters,â he joked lightly, though his voice held clear concern. âDid you do something scandalous without telling us?â
You kept your head down, cheeks burning with embarrassment. You knew exactly why they were staring. The news of you getting out of Heeseungâs car this morning had clearly spread like wildfire across campus.You didnât respond to their teasing. You just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
Just as you turned the corner toward the main exit, Soobinâs phone buzzed loudly. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and his expression changed instantly from amused to shocked.
âUh⊠guys?â His voice was unusually serious. âYou really need to see this.âHe turned the phone toward you and Yunjin.It was a notification from Decelis Confessions the infamous anonymous campus Twitter account that loved stirring drama.The post had already exploded with likes, retweets, and comments in a very short time.
Decelis Confessions : âPlot twist of the semester đł
Spotted this morning basketball captain Lee Heeseung personally dropping off the girl who has publicly hated him for months. They looked pretty cozy getting out of his car together. What happened to âI canât stand himâ? đ
Picture attached.â
Below the caption was a clear, well timed photo of you stepping out of Heeseungâs car this morning. Your face was visible enough for people to recognize you, even with your hood partially up. The comments were already spiraling out of control
âą âWait⊠wasnât she the one who always complained about his parties???â
âą âEnemies to lovers speedrun đâ
âą âHeeseung finally got the girl who hated him the mostâ
âą âThis is the most interesting thing thatâs happened all semesterâ
Yunjinâs eyes widened dramatically as she read it. âWhat the actual fuck is this?!âSoobin looked at you with deep concern, his usual calm expression cracking. âIs this real? You came to school with Heeseung today?âYou felt your stomach drop violently. The nausea you had managed to keep under control all day came rushing back with full force. Your hands started trembling as you stared at the post, frozen in the middle of the busy hallway while more students walked past, whispering and checking their phones.
The secret was no longer contained itwas public.
And it was spreading faster than you could ever hope to control.The three of you stood frozen in the middle of the busy hallway, Soobinâs phone still held out between you. The Decelis Confessions post glowed brightly on the screen, the photo of you stepping out of Heeseungâs car crystal clear for everyone to see. The comments were flooding in so fast the numbers were climbing by the second.Yunjinâs mouth fell open. âThis is you this is literally you this morning.â Soobin looked at you with wide, concerned eyes. âYou came with Heeseung today?â
You felt your face burn with embarrassment. The nausea that had been simmering all day surged violently, and you had to swallow hard to keep it down. Your hands were trembling as you clutched the strap of your bag.You forced yourself to speak, voice shaky but trying to sound casual.âHe just dropped me because I was running late this morning,â you said quickly, repeating the excuse you had given them earlier. âThatâs all. I told you guys I was in a rush.â
Yunjin wasnât convinced. She crossed her arms, staring at you intensely. âRunning late? Since when does Lee Heeseung play taxi for someone he supposedly hates?â
You shifted uncomfortably on your feet, avoiding their gazes. The whispers around you were getting louder. More people were stopping to look.âI⊠I have something to tell you guys,â you admitted quietly, your voice barely audible over the hallway noise. âBut not right now. Iâll tell you when the time is right. I promise.âYunjinâs eyes narrowed. She stepped closer, refusing to let you dodge this.âNo way you canât drop a bomb like that and then say âlater.â What is going on? First you disappear at the party, then you look like death for two weeks, now youâre getting out of Heeseungâs car like itâs normal? Spill it.â
Soobin placed a gentle hand on Yunjinâs arm, trying to calm her down.âYunjin,â he said softly but firmly, âshe said sheâll tell us when sheâs ready. We should respect that. Sheâs clearly going through something.â
Yunjin huffed, clearly frustrated, but she backed off a little. Still, she couldnât resist one last sarcastic jab.
âFine,â she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. âDonât tell me youâre secretly dating Heeseung now and youâre pregnant with his child or something.âShe laughed at her own ridiculous joke.You, however, froze.
The words hit way too close to home. Your stomach twisted violently. For a split second, you felt like the entire hallway was spinning. You let out an awkward, strained laugh too loud, too forced trying desperately to play it off.âHaha⊠yeah, right,â you managed, the sound hollow even to your own ears. âAs if.âYunjin raised an eyebrow at your weird reaction but eventually shrugged it off, linking her arm with yours again as the three of you continued walking.
âWhatever but seriously, you better tell us soon. Weâre worried about you.âSoobin gave you a small, reassuring smile, though the concern in his eyes didnât fade. âWhenever youâre ready. No pressure.âYou nodded weakly, forcing another smile as you walked with them toward the exit. Inside, your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might burst. The ultrasound picture hidden in your bag suddenly felt ten times heavier.
Yunjinâs sarcastic joke had been way too accurate.
And you had no idea how much longer you could keep pretending everything was fine.The rest of your classes dragged on painfully.You kept your hood pulled up the entire day, even indoors, trying to hide your face as much as possible. It didnât help. Everywhere you went walking through the corridors, sitting in the library during break, or moving between lecture halls people stared some whispered some openly pointed a few girls even took subtle photos as you passed by.You felt incredibly small.
Like you had shrunk to the size of an ant under a microscope. Every glance made your shoulders curl inward. Every whisper made your stomach twist with nausea and anxiety. You kept your head down, eyes fixed on the floor or your notebook, clutching the star-shaped squishy toy Heeseung had given you like a lifeline. You barely spoke in group discussions. You barely ate during lunch, pushing the food around your plate while Yunjin and Soobin exchanged worried glances.Soobin noticed everything.He stayed close to you the whole day, walking on the side where more people could see him, subtly shielding you from the worst of the stares. During breaks, he tried his best to lighten the mood with his usual gentle humor.
At one point, while you were sitting on a bench between classes, he nudged your shoulder lightly.
âYou know,â he said softly, âif everyoneâs going to stare anyway, we should give them something worth staring at. Maybe start doing dramatic poses every time someone looks?âYou let out a small, tired laugh despite yourself. Soobin smiled, pleased that he managed to get even that out of you.He kept it up throughout the day sharing funny memes, telling light stories about his roommateâs failed cooking attempts, and reminding you of that time the three of you got lost during a group project trip last semester.
His quiet, steady presence helped more than he probably realized.When the final class ended, Soobin didnât even ask he simply fell into step beside you.
âIâll drop you back to your apartment,â he said gently. âNo arguments.âYou were too drained to protest. The walk to your building was quiet, but Soobin made sure to fill the silence with easy conversation, never pushing you to talk about what was really going on.
When you finally reached your door, you turned to him with a small, grateful smile.âThank you, Soobin. For today and for walking me back.â
He gave you that soft, warm smile of his. âAnytime. You know that, right? If you need to talk Iâm here.â
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. âI know. Thank you.âSoobin waited until you were safely inside before waving goodbye and heading off.The moment the door closed behind you, you leaned against it, letting out a long, exhausted breath. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.
Heeseung : Did you reach home safely?
You replied quickly.
You : Yes Soobin dropped me back
There was a slightly longer pause than usual before his next message came in.
Heeseung : Oh good that he was there. Iâll bring dinner over later if you want
You stared at the message. It was polite. Normal, even. But something about the âOh.â and the brief delay felt off. Like a tiny flicker of something unspoken.You didnât reply right away. You just slid down to the floor, still wearing your hoodie with the hood up, feeling the weight of the day crash over you.
The stares the whispers the rumors spreading like wildfire.Everything was changing so fast.You pulled out the ultrasound picture again and stared at the tiny flicker of a heartbeat, hand resting gently on your stomach.This little life inside you was already turning your world upside down.And now, even Heeseungâs messages carried a quiet weight you couldnât quite name.
That evening, Heeseung showed up at your door right on time with dinner.He carried a paper bag filled with carefully prepared containers mild chicken porridge with ginger, steamed vegetables, and some fresh fruit slices. Nothing strong smelling. Nothing that would trigger your nausea. He handed it over with a quiet âEat slowly,â waited until you took a few spoonfuls in front of him, and then left without lingering too long.
From that point on, the next month slowly settled into a new, surprisingly comfortable rhythm between the two of you.
Heeseung became a constant, quiet presence in your life. He was nothing like the loud, arrogant neighbor you had spent months disliking. He was attentive in ways that quietly surprised you. Some mornings, he would knock softly on your door with breakfast already packed simple things like rice porridge or toast with a little honey that your stomach could handle. Other times, he would show up in the afternoon with electrolyte drinks and medicine when he noticed you hadnât left your apartment all day. On particularly bad nausea days, he would bring over warm ginger tea without you even asking.
He started staying over more often too. Sometimes he would sleep on your couch after bringing dinner, especially on nights when your anxiety kept you awake or the nausea was relentless. You would wake up to find him already making plain toast in your kitchen or folding the blanket he had used. His loud parties had almost completely disappeared. The music was rare now, and when it did play, it was kept low and ended early.
He was there for the small things too. When your favorite hoodie got a tear, a new one in the exact same oversized style appeared at your door the next day. When you mentioned in passing that the smell of your old shampoo made you sick, he came back with a new, scent free one. On days when the fatigue was overwhelming, he would quietly sit with you on the couch, not pushing you to talk, just keeping you company while you rested. You were now two months pregnant.
Your bump was still small enough to hide under loose hoodies and oversized sweaters, but your body was changing in ways that were impossible to ignore. The nausea came in unpredictable waves. The exhaustion made even simple tasks feel heavy. Your emotions swung wildly one moment you felt determined, the next you were crying over nothing. And yet, you still hadnât told Yunjin, Soobin, or your parents.
Every time you tried to find the right moment, it never felt perfect. The fear of their reactions, their questions, and the overwhelming reality of it all kept stopping you.
This evening, Yunjin was coming over for a group study session. You had already texted Heeseung earlier in the day
You : Yunjin is coming over tonight for study. Canât do dinner together sorry
His reply had been simple and understanding
Heeseung : No worries lmk if you need anything
At 6:45 PM, there was a knock on your door. You opened it expecting Yunjin.Instead, Heeseung stood there holding a small bag.âI know you said no dinner,â he said softly, âbut I brought some light snacks in case you get hungry later. Ginger cookies and cut fruit. Just keep them in the fridge.âYou took the bag, feeling that familiar warmth spread through your chest again. âThank you,â you whispered.Heeseung gave you a small, gentle smile. His eyes lingered on you for a second longer than usual, like he wanted to say more, but he simply nodded.
âIâll be next door if you need me.âHe turned to leave just as Yunjin appeared at the end of the hallway, carrying her bag and laptop. The moment she saw Heeseung leaving your apartment, her eyebrows shot up.She waited until he disappeared into his own door before stepping inside yours and closing the door with a dramatic click.âOkay,â she said immediately, crossing her arms. âWhat the hell was that?âYou froze for a split second at Yunjinâs question, then forced a casual shrug, trying to sound as normal as possible.
âHe just had some extra fruits and snacks,â you said, avoiding her sharp gaze. âHe was being a good neighbor, thatâs all. No big deal.âYunjin stared at you like you had grown a second head. She let out a loud, disbelieving scoff and crossed her arms tighter. âA good neighbor?â she repeated, voice dripping with sarcasm. âHeeseung? The same guy who used to blast music until 3 a.m. just to piss you off? The one you called an entitled asshole for months? Since when does he randomly bring you snacks like some thoughtful boyfriend? Come on. Heâs never been good to you. Heâs an asshole, and we both know it.â
Her words hit harder than you expected. You felt a pang of defensiveness rise in your chest, even though part of you knew she was right or at least, she used to be.You rubbed your temple, suddenly feeling exhausted. âYunjin, can you please calm down? Itâs really not that deep. Letâs just get our books out and start studying, okay? Iâll go get the snacks and cut fruits he brought.âYou didnât wait for her reply. You quickly moved toward the kitchen area, grateful for the excuse to escape her intense stare.
Your hands were slightly shaky as you took out the containers Heeseung had brought the ginger cookies, fresh fruit slices, and some light crackers. You arranged them neatly on a plate, trying to buy yourself a few extra seconds to collect your thoughts.
Yunjin muttered something under her breath behind you, but you ignored it and focused on the task.
Two minutes later, you returned to the living room with the plate of snacks, forcing a small smile.âHere, I broughtââYour words died in your throat.
Yunjin was no longer sitting on the couch.She was sitting on the edge of your bed, holding the ultrasound picture in her hands. The same one you had left on your nightstand earlier, half hidden under a notebook. Her eyes were wide, completely fixed on the small black and white image. The room felt like all the air had been sucked out of it. You froze on the spot, the plate trembling slightly in your hands. Your heart slammed against your ribcage so hard you thought it might break.
Yunjin slowly looked up at you, her expression a mixture of shock, confusion, and dawning realization.
ââŠWhat the hell is this?â she whispered, voice barely audible.The snacks suddenly felt too heavy. The plate nearly slipped from your fingers as the weight of the moment crashed down on you. You had imagined telling her a thousand times, but never like this. Never with her accidentally finding the proof before you were ready.Your mouth opened, but no words came out. You just stood there, frozen in the middle of your apartment, staring at your best friend holding the ultrasound picture of the baby you were still too scared to fully talk about.
Yunjinâs eyes flicked back down to the image, then back up to your face. Her voice cracked slightly when she spoke again.âIs this⊠yours?âYou stood frozen in the middle of your room, the plate of snacks still trembling in your hands. Yunjinâs eyes were wide, locked onto the ultrasound picture she was holding. The silence stretched for what felt like forever. Finally, you gave a small, shaky nod.Yunjinâs reaction was immediate.
âOh my godââ She dropped the picture onto the bed and rushed toward you, nearly knocking the plate out of your hands. She wrapped her arms around you tightly, pulling you into a fierce hug. âOh my god, congratulations!!âYou were completely taken back. Your body stiffened at first, but the warmth of her hug and the genuine joy mixed with shock in her voice broke something inside you. Tears welled up in your eyes instantly. You hugged her back, burying your face in her shoulder as both of you started crying.
Yunjin was sobbing softly, rocking you gently. âI canât believe this Youâre pregnant? Youâre actually pregnant? Oh my god, Iâm so happy for you but Iâm also so mad you didnât tell me sooner!â You cried harder into her shoulder, the relief of finally being seen of not carrying this secret completely alone anymore washing over you in waves. The two of you stood there in the middle of your apartment, hugging and crying for a long minute, the plate of snacks long forgotten on the table.
Eventually, you both pulled back, wiping your tears. Yunjinâs mascara was slightly smudged, and she let out a watery laugh as she cupped your face with both hands.âTell me everything,â she whispered, still emotional. âWhen did this happen? How far along are you? Are you okay?â You sat down on the edge of the bed together. You took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. âWe weâre dating,â you said first, the lie slipping out carefully. âMe and Heeseung. It started after Sunghoonâs party.â
Yunjinâs eyes widened, but before she could react fully, you continued, dropping the bigger truth.âAnd heâs the father.âThe words hung in the air.Yunjin froze completely. Her mouth fell open in pure shock. For a few long seconds, she just stared at you, processing.
Then she let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh.
âI I suspected something was going on between you two,â she admitted, still looking stunned. âThe way youâve been acting lately, disappearing, looking exhausted, and then suddenly getting out of his car this morning I thought maybe you were secretly seeing each other. But him being the father? Holy shit.â
She grabbed your hands, squeezing them tightly, her expression shifting rapidly between shock, worry, and tentative happiness.âAre you okay? Like, actually okay? This is a lot. And with Heeseung of all peopleâ She trailed off, searching your face. âDo you want this baby? Are you keeping it?âYou nodded slowly, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks.âIâm keeping it,â you whispered. âI saw the heartbeat and I just couldnât do it. I couldnât get rid of it.âYunjin pulled you into another tight hug, rubbing your back.
âOh babe Iâm here whatever you need. Weâll figure this out together, okay? Youâre not alone in this.â
You clung to her, crying quietly into her shoulder again. The relief of finally telling someone, especially your best friend, was overwhelming. But the fear was still there.Because now that Yunjin knew telling Soobin, your parents, and the rest of the world was going to be the next terrifying step.
Yunjin pulled back from the hug but kept her hands on your shoulders, staring at you with wide, teary eyes. She looked like her brain was still trying to catch up with everything you had just told her.âOkay okay, wait,â she said, wiping her own tears. âLet me process this. Youâre pregnant. With Heeseungâs baby. And youâre keeping it.âYou nodded, sniffling.Yunjin took a deep breath, then launched into full best friend interrogation mode. âIs he taking care of you? Like, actually taking care of you? Or is he being his usual asshole self and making this all about him?â You shook your head slowly.
âHeâs been really good, actually,â you said quietly. âHeâs been showing up without me asking. He brings me food that doesnât make me throw up ginger tea, plain porridge, light stuff like that. He checks on me every day. He even skipped basketball practice to take me to the clinic. And when I was crying in the doctorâs room he held me and he cried too.âYunjin stared at you, completely stunned. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.
ââŠHeeseung? Lee Heeseung? The loud party guy who used to piss you off on purpose?â She looked genuinely shocked. âYouâre telling me heâs been nice? Supportive?âYou nodded again, a small, tired smile tugging at your lips. âHe wanted to keep the baby,â you added softly. âWhen I told him I was thinking about terminating, he said he supported whatever I decided. But he also said he would be there for me and the baby no matter what.âYunjin leaned back against the headboard, looking completely floored.
âI⊠I donât even know what to say. Thatâs not the Heeseung I know. I thought he was going to be a total dick about this.â
You let out a watery laugh. âMe too but heâs been really different.â Yunjin was quiet for a moment, processing everything. Then, suddenly, her entire expression shifted. The shock melted away into pure excitement. Her eyes lit up as she grabbed your hands again. âOh my god,â she squealed, voice rising. âWe need to come up with a nickname for your baby! Right now!â You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden mood shift, but her energy was contagious. A small, genuine laugh escaped you.
âAlready?â you asked, wiping your tears. âYes! We have to!â Yunjin grinned, scooting closer. âOkay, okay what about ummm Bean? Because theyâre bean sized right now!âYou wrinkled your nose. âToo basic.â
âPeanut?â
âEven more basic.â
Yunjin tapped her chin dramatically. âHmm what about Sprout? Little Sprout!âYou giggled. âThatâs kind of cute.â âOr or Bubbles!â You both laughed, the tension in the room slowly easing as you brainstormed together.Then Yunjin gasped. âWait what about Bambi?âYou paused. âBambi?â you repeated, testing the name. A soft smile spread across your face. âLike the deer?â âYes! Because theyâre tiny and cute and probably really gentle and soft Bambi.â Yunjin bounced a little on the bed. âEeek, I love it!â You looked down at your stomach, gently placing a hand over it.
âBambiâŠâ you whispered. The name felt warm. gentle and right.You looked back at Yunjin, tears still in your eyes but now mixed with a small, hopeful smile.
âI think I really like Bambi.âYunjin squealed again and pulled you into another tight hug.âBambi it is! Our little Bambi.âFor the first time in weeks, you felt something other than fear and anxiety.You felt a spark of hope. And even though everything was still terrifying and complicated at least now you had Yunjin by your side and a little nickname for the tiny life growing inside you.
After the initial shock and tears settled, you and Yunjin barely touched your books.The notebooks and highlighters lay forgotten on the table while Yunjin sat cross legged on your bed, eyes sparkling with excitement. She was fully in planning mode, talking a mile a minute as she gestured wildly with her hands.
âOkay, first things first Iâm calling dibs on being the godmother,â she declared dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. âIâm going to spoil this baby so much. Theyâre going to love me more than you.â You let out a soft laugh, wiping the last of your tears. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âIâm serious!â she grinned. âAnd Iâm team girl all the way. Itâs definitely a girl. I can feel it. Sheâs going to be so cute, with your eyes and maybe Heeseungâs stupidly good hair. Weâre going to dress her in tiny dresses and put little bows in her hairââ You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. âI donât know I feel in my gut that itâs a boy.â Yunjin gasped, looking personally offended. âA boy?! No way this baby is a girl. I refuse to accept anything else.â You both laughed, but it quickly turned into a tiny, playful argument.
âYouâre just saying that because you want to buy cute dresses,â you teased. âAnd youâre saying boy because you want a mini Heeseung running around,â she shot back, poking your arm. The lighthearted bickering felt normal, even. For a few minutes, the heavy weight of your secret lifted, replaced by giggles and Yunjinâs dramatic declarations. Eventually, she leaned back against the headboard, looking thoughtful. âIâm going to be in charge of the baby shower,â she announced. âAnd the gender reveal. And the nursery theme. All of it. You donât even have to lift a finger.â
You smiled softly, but then your expression turned serious. âYunjin nobody can know yet,â you said quietly. âNot Soobin, not my parents, not anyone. Not about the pregnancy and not about me and Heeseung att least not right now.â Yunjin nodded, understanding immediately. âOf course. I wonât say a word.â You continued, âMaybe in a month or two, weâll start publicly âflauntingâ the relationship to make it look real but right now we need to keep things quiet.â âGot it,â she said, squeezing your hand. âWeâll take it slow. One step at a time.â
The conversation flowed easily after that. Yunjin stayed the night, just like old times. You both changed into pajamas, turned on a comfort movie in the background, and talked for hours about baby names, nursery ideas, how you were feeling, and how Heeseung had been acting. She listened without judgment, only offering support and the occasional teasing remark. Later that night, while Yunjin was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, you picked up your phone and sent Heeseung a message.
You : Yunjin found out about the pregnancy tonight. She kind of discovered the ultrasound picture on her own. Sheâs staying over right now. We also came up with a nickname for the baby Bambi >.<
You stared at the message for a moment before sending it. A few minutes later, Heeseung replied.
Heeseung : Bambi? I like it
Heeseung : How did she take it? Are you okay?
You smiled faintly at his concern.
You : She took it surprisingly well sheâs excited cried a lot. Declared herself godmother already and yes Iâm okay just tired
Heeseung : Good tell her I said hi and get some rest. Iâll bring breakfast tomorrow morning
You put your phone down and looked over at Yunjin, who was now sprawled on the other side of your bed, already half asleep. For the first time in weeks, you didnât feel completely alone in this. You still had a long way to go telling Soobin, telling your parents, figuring out how to navigate this fake relationship with Heeseung, and actually becoming a mother.
But tonight, with your best friend beside you and a tiny nickname for your baby, things felt just a little bit lighter.
The next morning, you and Yunjin were still half asleep when there was a soft knock on your door.
Yunjin groaned dramatically from her side of the bed, burying her face deeper into the pillow. âIf thatâs Heeseung, tell him Iâm interrogating him before I let him leave.â You smiled tiredly and dragged yourself out of bed, still in your oversized sleep shirt. When you opened the door, Heeseung was standing there holding two large paper bags and a tray with drinks.
âMorning,â he said softly, his voice gentle. âI brought breakfast for both of you. Figured Yunjin might be hungry too.â
He stepped inside after you let him in. The smell of warm food, mild porridge, fresh fruit, and ginger tea filled the apartment without being overwhelming. Yunjin sat up in bed, hair messy, eyes narrowing the second she saw him. âOh, perfect timing,â she said, suddenly wide awake. She crossed her arms like a judge about to deliver a verdict. âSit down, Lee Heeseung. I have questions.â Heeseung didnât even look surprised. He set the bags on the small table and pulled up a chair, calm and composed. âAsk away,â he said simply. Yunjin didnât waste a second.
âAre you actually taking care of her or are you just playing nice because sheâs pregnant?â âIâm taking care of her,â he answered steadily. âEvery day. I bring food she can keep down, I check on her nausea, I make sure sheâs resting. I was with her at the clinic yesterday.â
Yunjin narrowed her eyes. âAnd youâre not being an asshole to her behind closed doors?â Heeseung shook his head. âNo I'm not. I know how I used to act but things are different now.â She fired off more questions, one after another.
He answered every single one patiently about how he was adjusting his practice schedule, how he was handling the pregnancy emotionally, whether he was pressuring you about anything. He never got defensive. He just answered honestly and quietly.
After nearly ten minutes of intense questioning, Yunjin finally leaned back, looking slightly impressed.
ââŠOkay. Youâre not as much of an asshole as I thought,â she muttered. Heeseung gave a small, tired smile. âHigh praise.â
Before he left, he turned to you. His expression softened as he stepped closer. He gently cupped the side of your face and leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. âIâll be telling my coach and close friends about us and Bambi today,â he murmured against your skin. âJust so you know.â
Your heart melted into a puddle at the gentle gesture. The warmth of his lips on your forehead sent a flutter through your chest. This wasnât the first time he had done this.
You remembered the night a week ago when the anxiety had hit you particularly hard. You had been crying uncontrollably, overwhelmed by fear and hormones. Heeseung had shown up without being asked, held you close on the couch, rubbed your back, and kissed your forehead repeatedly while whispering that everything would be okay until you finally fell asleep in his arms. The memory made your cheeks warm. Heeseung pulled back, gave you one last soft look, and quietly left the apartment.
The second the door closed, Yunjin let out a high pitched squeal and flopped back onto your bed.
âOH MY GODDDD!â she screamed into a pillow. âThat was so sweet! The forehead kiss?! The âBambiâ?! Iâm actually going to throw up from how cute that was. Heeseung?? Doing all of this?? Iâm in shock.â You sat down on the edge of the bed, still feeling the ghost of his kiss on your forehead. Your heart was doing strange, fluttery things you werenât ready to examine too closely.
Yunjin sat up again, grinning widely. âOkay, I take back half the things I said about him. He might actually be good for you and for Bambi.â You didnât reply. You just smiled softly, fingers brushing over the spot he had kissed. For the first time, the future didnât feel quite as terrifying. Even if everything was still complicated, Heeseung was proving, day by day, that he wasnât going to run away from this and neither were you.
The day you decided to keep the baby, Heeseung felt something he had never experienced before.
It wasnât just happiness. It was bigger than that overwhelming, almost frightening in its intensity. When you broke down in the doctorâs room and sobbed that you couldnât go through with the termination, that you wanted to keep the baby, something inside him cracked open and flooded with warmth. He was over the moon. That same evening, after you had both returned to your apartment and the dust had settled a little, the words had slipped out of him before he could stop them.
âMarry me.âHe had meant it. In that moment, with the image of that tiny heartbeat still fresh in his mind, he wanted nothing more than to do this properly to stand by you, to give the baby a real family, to prove he could be more than the guy you used to hate.
But you had laughed at first, then looked at him with wide, shocked eyes. You told him marriage wasnât something you did just because of a baby. You said it needed trust, love, and knowing each other things you didnât have.The rejection stung more than he wanted to admit. It hurt.
Not because he was arrogant enough to think youâd say yes immediately, but because for a brief moment, he had let himself imagine a future where you chose him too. Where this wasnât just about responsibility, but something real.Still, he respected your decision. He couldnât force you to love him. He couldnât force you to marry him. He wouldnât do that to you, and he refused to do that to himself either. That night, after he left your apartment, Heeseung couldnât sleep. He sat on his couch in the dark for hours, staring at the wall that separated his place from yours. Then he opened his laptop and started researching.
He read everything. Early pregnancy symptoms morning sickness management prenatal vitamins. What foods to avoid. How the baby developed week by week emotional changes postpartum care. He spent hours going down rabbit holes articles, medical websites, forums where parents shared their experiences. When the sun started to rise, he moved on to parenting books. He ordered nearly twenty of them in one go everything from What to Expect When Youâre Expecting to guides on co parenting, single parenting, and building healthy relationships after unexpected pregnancies. He even bought books on newborn care, baby sleep schedules, and how to support a partner through pregnancy.
By the time he finally closed his laptop, the sky was bright. He leaned back on the couch, rubbing his tired eyes. His mind was racing with information, but beneath all the facts and statistics was one clear, undeniable feeling he already loved this baby. More than he thought was possible in such a short time.
Even if you never loved him back, even if you never wanted to marry him, even if this ended up being the most complicated co-parenting situation in the world he was going to be there.
He was going to be a good father.
He refused to be anything less.
Heeseung glanced at the wall again, wondering if you were awake yet. He thought about texting you, but decided against it. You needed rest. Instead, he whispered to the empty room, voice rough from lack of sleep âIâve got you both.â And for the first time in a long time, despite the pressure from his father, despite the uncertainty of his basketball career, despite the complicated feelings he had for you, Heeseung felt a quiet sense of purpose settle over him. This baby was going to change everything and he was ready.
Ever since the day you decided to keep the baby, Heeseung had been living in a state of quiet, overwhelming happiness. It wasnât the loud, flashy kind of joy he was used to winning games, hearing the crowd cheer his name, or the temporary high from parties. This was deeper steadier. It settled in his chest like a warm light that never quite dimmed, even on his hardest days. He had no idea where he was finding the time, but somehow he was doing everything.
He woke up earlier than usual now, going for runs before practice, then pushing himself twice as hard during training sessions. His shots were cleaner, his focus sharper, his stamina noticeably better. Coach had even pulled him aside last week and said, âWhatever fire youâve got under you lately keep it going.â Heeseung just smiled and kept working.
In the evenings, after practice, he studied harder than he ever had. He reviewed game footage, worked on assignments, and still found time to cook for you.
Simple, gentle meals that wouldnât upset your stomach ginger porridge, steamed fish with mild seasoning, fresh fruit, warm soups. He enjoyed it. The rhythm of chopping vegetables, stirring pots, plating everything carefully it grounded him. But what made him happiest wasnât just the baby it was you. You were slowly opening up to him.
What used to be nothing but sharp arguments and cold avoidance had turned into real conversations. Some nights he would cook in your kitchen while you sat on the counter or at the small table, watching him. Youâd talk about your capstone project, about the art exhibitions you dreamed of curating one day.
Sometimes youâd ask him about basketball, about his dreams of going pro. He would catch himself smiling for no reason while stirring the pot, just because you were there, talking to him like he wasnât the guy you used to hate. He often found himself thinking about you even when he wasnât trying to.Did she eat today?
Is the nausea better this morning?Did she remember to take her vitamins?What is she doing right now?
These thoughts would sneak up on him during practice, during lectures, even late at night.
And instead of feeling annoyed by how much space you took up in his mind, he felt warm and content.
His friends and coach had started noticing the change too. During one practice, Jake had jogged up to him during a water break, wiping sweat from his forehead.
âDude, youâve been weirdly chill lately,â Jake said, grinning. âNo more wild parties. You barely hang out with us after practice anymore. Whatâs going on? You got a secret girlfriend or something?â Heeseung just shrugged with a small smile. âJust focused.â
Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. âFocused? You look like youâre glowing, man. Itâs creepy.â Even Coach had commented once, âLee, youâve been showing up with better energy lately. Whatever youâre doing outside of here keep doing it.â Heeseung didnât tell them the truth yet. Not fully. He had quietly told his closest friends and coach that he was seeing someone seriously and that things were complicated, but good. He left out the pregnancy part for now. That was something you both needed to navigate together first.
His partying had almost completely stopped. The loud nights, the random girls, the chaos it all felt pointless now. He preferred quiet evenings cooking for you, or sitting on your couch while you rested your head on his shoulder, too tired to talk but not wanting to be alone. He was happier than he had ever been.
Even on days when the pressure from his father weighed on him, even when he worried about the future and how he was going to balance basketball, fatherhood, and whatever this was with you he was still happy.
Because for the first time in his life, Heeseung felt like he had something that truly mattered. Something worth working hard for. Something worth becoming better for.And that something was you and the tiny life growing inside you. Heeseung had no real reason to be near the Arts Building that afternoon. Practice had ended early, and he told himself he was just going for a walk to clear his head. When Sunghoon asked where he was headed, Heeseung casually mentioned something about needing to ask Sunghoon about a shared assignment. It was a weak excuse, but Sunghoon didnât question it.
Deep down, Heeseung knew the truth. He wanted to see you. He didnât fully understand why. Maybe it was the way you had started smiling at him more often when he brought you dinner. Maybe it was the quiet nights where you let him stay over on your couch. Or maybe it was the tiny life growing inside you that made him feel inexplicably drawn to you. Whatever it was, he found himself walking toward the Arts Building, hands in his pockets, pretending it was completely normal.
They were halfway there when he spotted you. You were walking out of the main entrance with Yunjin and Soobin, laughing at something Yunjin was saying. The late afternoon sunlight caught your face perfectly your warm brown eyes sparkling with amusement, the natural soft pink flush on your cheeks, the way your hair moved as you tilted your head back in laughter. Heeseung stopped in his tracks. God⊠were you always this pretty? He couldnât look away. The carefree smile on your face, the lightness in your step, the way you looked so alive and bright despite everything you were going throughit hit him square in the chest.
For a moment, the entire campus faded into background noise. It was just you. Sunghoon walked a few steps ahead before realizing Heeseung had stopped. He turned around, eyebrows raised. âYo, what are youââ Sunghoon followed Heeseungâs gaze and smirked. âOh? Staring at someone?â Heeseung blinked, snapping out of it. âWhat? No.â Sunghoonâs smirk widened. âSure you were practically frozen. Who is she?â Heeseung quickly looked away and grabbed Sunghoonâs arm, dragging him in the opposite direction. âNo one letâs go. I donât even know why I came this way.â
Sunghoon laughed, letting himself be pulled along but still glancing back curiously. âAlright, whatever you say. But you were definitely staring.â Heeseung didnât reply. He just kept walking, ears slightly warm.
His heart was still beating faster than usual.
He had no idea when you had gone from being the annoying neighbor he loved to tease to someone whose laugh made him stop dead in his tracks like an idiot. But one thing was becoming clearer every single day he was falling for you and he had no idea what to do with that.
Heeseung had always been honest with himself about one thing girls had never meant much to him beyond a night of fun. It was never emotional, never deep. To him, it was all about sex, release, and moving on the next day. No strings, no feelings, no complications. That was how he liked it, simple and easy. But you you were different. From the very beginning, even when you were banging on his door calling him an asshole, something about you had gotten under his skin in a way no one else ever had. And now, after the pregnancy, after seeing that tiny heartbeat, after holding you while you cried he realized it wasnât just about the baby.
That evening, when you texted him that Yunjin had found out about the pregnancy and that the two of you had come up with a nickname for the baby, Heeseung had been in the middle of cooking.
You : Yunjin found out. We came up with a nickname for the baby Bambi
He had stared at the message for a long time, heart suddenly pounding Bambi.The word hit him like fireworks exploding in his chest. He whispered it under his breath, a soft smile spreading across his face. âBambiâHe loved it. He loved it so much it almost scared him. The image of a tiny, gentle little life, his child being called something so soft and precious made something warm and protective bloom inside him. He was starting to fall not just for the idea of being a father, but for the reality of building something with you.
The next morning, when he had dropped off breakfast and kissed your forehead in front of Yunjin, he had felt his cheeks flush with warmth. The way you had looked at him surprised, soft, a little flustered had done something dangerous to his heart. He had to practically run out of your apartment to hide the stupid smile threatening to break across his face.
He loved kissing your forehead. He loved the quiet nights when he held you close until you fell asleep. He loved pulling you into his arms when you cried because of hormones or fear or exhaustion. He loved being the person you leaned on now.
And the scariest part?He was starting to realize he didnât just want to be there for the baby.He wanted to be there for you.Even if you didnât feel the same way yet.Even if you had rejected his impulsive marriage proposal.Even if this whole thing was messy and complicated and terrifying.Heeseung leaned back on his couch that night, staring at the ceiling with a small, private smile Bambi.He whispered the name again, letting it settle in his heart like a promise.He was falling in love with you.And for the first time in his life, he wasnât running away from it.
That same day, Heeseung made up his mind.
He was going to tell them.Not everything, not the messy parts, not the fact that you two werenât actually dating yet but the important truths. That he was seeing you. That you were pregnant. That this baby was his.He arrived at practice with a strange mix of nerves and resolve settled in his chest. For once, his mind wasnât entirely on basketball. Every drill, every sprint, every shot he took felt secondary to the conversation he knew was coming afterward.
Practice went surprisingly well. His focus was sharp, his movements clean. He pushed himself harder than usual, and it showed. Coach noticed, giving him an approving nod at the end but saying nothing more.
When practice finally ended and most of the team started heading toward the lockers, Heeseung raised his voice.
âCoach guys can you stay back for a minute? I need to talk to you.âThe group Coach, Jake, Jay, Beomgyu, and a couple of other close teammates exchanged curious glances but stayed. They gathered near the benches, wiping sweat from their faces, water bottles in hand.
Heeseung stood in front of them, heart pounding harder than it had during any game. He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly unsure how to start.
âI⊠uh, Iâve been seeing someone,â he began. His voice was steady, but his hands were clenched at his sides. âItâs serious. And sheâs pregnant.âThe silence that followed was deafening.Jakeâs water bottle froze halfway to his mouth. Jayâs eyebrows shot up. Beomgyuâs mouth fell open.Coach was the first to speak, voice low and serious. âPregnant?âHeeseung nodded. âYeah two months along. It wasnât planned but weâre keeping the baby.âBeomgyu let out a stunned laugh. âHoly shit, Heeseung. Youâre going to be a dad?â
Jake stepped forward, eyes wide. âWait who is she? Do we know her?âHeeseung hesitated for half a second, then said it.âItâs the girl next door. The one who used to hate me. We had a thing after Sunghoonâs party. And now sheâs pregnant with my child.âThe reaction was immediate.Jay looked like he was buffering. âYouâre telling me you got the one girl who couldnât stand you pregnant?â Beomgyu grinned, still in disbelief. âThis is insane. The girl who used to bang on your door? That girl?â
Heeseung let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck again. âYeah that one.âCoach crossed his arms, studying him carefully. âAnd youâre sure about this? Keeping the baby?ââIâm sure,â Heeseung said without hesitation. His voice softened. âI saw the heartbeat. Itâs real I want this. Iâm going to take care of both of them.âThe group was quiet for a moment, processing.Then Jake broke into a wide grin and pulled Heeseung into a rough hug. âDamn, man, congratulations. This is wild, butIâm happy for you.â
One by one, the others followed clapping him on the back, offering stunned but genuine congratulations. Even the coach gave him a firm nod and a pat on the shoulder.
âThis is going to change things for you, Lee,â Coach said seriously. âBut if youâre committed, weâll work around it. Your priorities are shifting. Thatâs part of growing up.âHeeseung nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief now that the truth was out with the people who mattered most on the team.As they finally headed toward the lockers, Beomgyu slung an arm around his shoulders.âSo does this mean no more parties?â he teased.Heeseung smiled, small but real.
âYeah,â he said quietly. âNo more parties.âBecause right now, the only thing that mattered was you and Bambi.And for the first time in his life, Heeseung was completely okay with that.
Things were starting to get rough.The pregnancy hormones had fully kicked in, and they were merciless.At two months, your body no longer felt like your own. The nausea had eased slightly, but it was replaced by something far more overwhelming an intense, almost constant wave of desire that left you restless and frustrated.
Your emotions swung wildly from one extreme to another. One moment you were crying over a soft song, the next you were irritable for no reason. But the worst part was the arousal.It was relentless.Youâd wake up in the middle of the night flushed and aching, thighs pressed together, body throbbing with a need you couldnât ignore.
During the day, innocent things would set you off the low timbre of Heeseungâs voice when he brought you breakfast, the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders when he cooked, even the faint scent of his cologne drifting through the wall between your apartments. Your breasts were tender and hypersensitive, brushing against fabric made you bite your lip to hold back a whimper.
You tried to take care of it yourself.Late at night, when Yunjin wasnât staying over and the apartment was quiet, youâd slip your hand between your legs, desperate for relief. But no matter how much you touched yourself, slow circles, faster strokes, even bringing out the small vibrator you rarely used wasn't enough. The orgasms felt shallow, unsatisfying, leaving you even more wound up than before. Your body craved something deeper, something fuller.
Something only another person could give.And the worst part? That person was right next door.
Heeseung. The same Heeseung who had been nothing but gentle and attentive these past weeks. The one who kissed your forehead, held you when you cried, cooked meals that didnât make you sick. The one whose quiet care was slowly chipping away at the walls youâd built around yourself.You hated how much you wanted him.
Youâd lie in bed at night, hand between your thighs, imagining his hands instead his long fingers, his mouth, the way he had touched you that one reckless night. The memory of him inside you, deep and thick, made you moan softly into your pillow as you tried (and failed) to find release.It was getting harder to hide.Your cheeks would flush randomly during conversations with Yunjin. Youâd press your thighs together during lectures when a sudden wave of heat hit you.
You found yourself staring at Heeseungâs hands when he brought you food, wondering how they would feel on your skin again. You felt embarrassed, guilty and horny beyond reason.And you had no idea how much longer you could keep pretending everything was fine.
A month had passed since you told your parents.
They had flown in to visit you after you finally gathered the courage to break the news over a video call. The moment you told them you were pregnant and that you were dating Heeseung the reaction was everything you had hoped for but still left you emotional.
Your mom had gasped, then immediately started crying happy tears. Your dad he had gone completely silent for almost ten seconds before his eyes welled up. He shed so many tears that day, pulling you into the tightest hug when they arrived, whispering how proud he was of you and how excited he was to become a grandfather. They both adored Heeseung from the first meeting your dad even clapped him on the back and said, âTake care of my daughter and my grandbaby, son.â The support from them had been overwhelming in the best way.
Now, today was the day. Heeseungâs basketball match is your first public appearance as his (fake) girlfriend in front of everyone.You were three months along. Your belly had started to show a soft, consistent bloat that made your clothes fit differently. You couldnât hide it completely anymore, but it still looked like normal bloating to most people. Only you, Heeseung, Yunjin, Soobin, and your parents knew the truth.
Heeseung had left early in the morning. As captain, he needed to be with the team for warm ups and strategy meetings. Before he left, he had gently placed his spare jersey in your hands, the one with âLEE 7â printed on the back. âWear this,â he had said softly, kissing your forehead. âYou donât have to worry about anything today. Just enjoy the game. Iâve got you.â You were nervous as hell. You stood in front of your mirror, adjusting the oversized jersey. It was big on you, falling mid-thigh, but it felt comforting.
You paired it with leggings and a light jacket to hide the slight curve of your belly. Yunjin and Soobin were already waiting for you downstairs.When you finally met them outside, Yunjin squealed at the sight of you in Heeseungâs jersey.âOh my god, look at you! His girlfriend era is so real,â she teased, linking her arm with yours. Soobin smiled warmly, though his eyes still held that protective worry heâd had ever since you told him the truth two weeks ago. âYou look good,â Soobin said gently. âReady?âYou nodded, even though your stomach was doing flips.
The arena was packed when you arrived. The energy was electric cheers, music, the sound of basketballs bouncing during warm ups. The moment you walked in with Yunjin and Soobin, a few heads turned. People whispered. Someone pointed. You kept your head slightly down, heart racing, but Yunjin squeezed your arm reassuringly.
The three of you found seats close to the court, right behind the home teamâs bench. As soon as you sat down, the players started coming out for the national anthem. Your eyes immediately found Heeseung.
He looked focused, tall and confident in his uniform. But the second his gaze landed on you wearing his jersey, his expression softened. A small, private smile tugged at his lips. He gave you a subtle nod before turning back to his team.
The game started, and the crowd went wild.
You tried to focus on the match, but your nerves were through the roof. Every time Heeseung made a play, your heart jumped. Every time the crowd cheered his name, you felt a strange mix of pride and anxiety. Yunjin was screaming her lungs out, Soobin was calmly explaining plays to you, but your mind kept drifting.This was real now.You were here as Heeseungâs girlfriend at least in everyoneâs eyes.
And you were carrying his baby.During a timeout, Heeseung jogged over to the sidelines.
He looked up at you again, his eyes warm even from a distance. He mouthed âYou okay?â and you gave him a small nod and a thumbs up. He smiled that soft, real smile he only seemed to give you these days before jogging back to his team. Yunjin nudged you with her elbow, grinning. âHeâs whipped,â she whispered. âLook at him checking on you during the game.â
You didnât reply. You just squeezed the star shaped squishy toy in your pocket and tried to calm your racing heart.
The game continued, loud and fast paced, but your mind was somewhere else entirely on the tiny life growing inside you, on the boy on the court who was trying so hard to be there for you, and on how complicated and scary and strangely hopeful everything felt right now. The final buzzer sounded, and the entire arena erupted.
Your university team had won by a solid 12 points. The crowd was on their feet, cheering wildly as the players celebrated on the court. Heeseung was right in the middle of it all, smiling wide, laughing with his teammates, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. He looked so happy. So alive. So incredibly cool as he high-fived his teammates and lifted the game ball in victory. You couldnât stop staring.
Even from the stands, you could see the pure joy on his face. For a moment, all the complications between you two faded, and you just felt proud. Proud of him.
After the celebrations on the court died down a little, Heeseung jogged over to the sidelines where you, Yunjin, and Soobin were waiting. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a warm, sweaty hug right there in front of everyone.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand gently pressing against your lower back. The crowd around you cheered louder at the sight. Cameras flashed. Whispers turned into audible gasps.
Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, then leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering peck on your cheek.âYou did great,â you whispered, still a little dazed by the public affection. He smiled, that soft, private smile he only seemed to give you these days.
âIâll be back with the team in a bit we have to do the post game stuff,â he said, voice low so only you could hear. âGo home with Soobin and Yunjin, okay? Iâll text you when Iâm heading back.â
You nodded, cheeks burning. âOkay.â He gave your hand one last gentle squeeze before jogging back toward his teammates. You stood there, heart racing, as Yunjin squealed beside you and Soobin gave you a knowing look. The walk back to the apartment with your friends felt surreal. People were still staring, whispering, taking photos. But your mind wasnât on them.It was on him. Why are you blushing? you thought, pressing your cool hands to your warm cheeks as you walked. It was just a hug. Just a peck on the cheek. Itâs all fake anyway.
But your body didnât seem to care that it was fake.
A familiar heat had pooled low in your belly. Your pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of his arms around you, his breath against your cheek, the way his jersey had clung to his broad shoulders and back while he played. The pregnancy hormones were ruthless these days. They turned every innocent touch, every look, every small act of care into something filthy in your mind. You pressed your thighs together as you walked, trying to ignore the growing ache between your legs.
Why did everything Heeseung did suddenly feel so hot? The way he had looked at you after the win, the way he had hugged you so publicly, the way he had kissed your cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world you were horny.Embarrassingly, desperately horny.And it was getting harder and harder to pretend you werenât affected by him.
When you finally got back to your apartment, you thanked Soobin and Yunjin for coming with you. Yunjin hugged you tightly before leaving, whispering, âText me if you need anything, baby mama,â with a wink.
Soobin gave you a gentle, concerned smile and reminded you to rest.The moment the door closed, you leaned against it and let out a shaky breath.
Your hand drifted down to rest on your slightly bloated belly three months. You were three months pregnant with Heeseungâs baby and your body was betraying you in the most inconvenient ways possible.
You closed your eyes, remembering the way Heeseung had looked at you after the game, happy, proud, and focused only on you in a crowded arena.
Your pussy clenched again.
âFuck,â you whispered to the empty apartment, cheeks burning.This was getting dangerous.You couldnât fight it anymore. The moment you stepped inside your apartment and locked the door, the ache between your legs became unbearable. Pregnancy hormones had turned your body into something foreign hypersensitive, needy, and constantly throbbing. Your breasts felt heavy and swollen, your nipples tight against the fabric of your bra. Your pussy was slick and aching, clenching around nothing.
You didnât even make it to the bed properly.
You kicked off your shoes, yanked your pants and panties down in one desperate motion, and fell back onto the mattress. Your shirt was pushed up hastily over your breasts. The cool air hit your heated skin as you cupped your swollen tits, squeezing them roughly. A broken moan slipped from your lips when your fingers brushed your sensitive nipples.
âFuckâŠâ you whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
One hand stayed on your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, while the other slid down your stomach and between your thighs.
You were soaked. Your fingers glided easily over your swollen clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles. The relief was immediate but not enough. You pushed two fingers inside yourself, pumping desperately, imagining thicker, longer fingers his fingers.
Your hips bucked against your hand. Soft, needy whimpers filled the room as you fucked yourself faster, thighs trembling. The pressure built quickly, but every time you got close, it slipped away. You needed more. You needed him. You were so lost in it eyes closed, lips parted, fingers thrusting wetly inside your dripping pussy that you didnât hear the front door open
Heeseung stepped inside quietly, holding the spare key you had given him weeks ago. He had come to check on you after the game, worried you might be tired or nauseous.The sight that greeted him made him freeze in the doorway. You were sprawled on the bed, shirt rucked up, pants around one ankle, legs spread. Your fingers were buried deep inside your glistening pussy, pumping frantically while your other hand squeezed your swollen breast. Your face was flushed with pleasure, lips parted in soft, desperate moans.
Heeseungâs breath caught. His cock hardened instantly in his sweatpants. For a second, it was painfully awkward. He should have left. He should have announced himself.But then your eyes fluttered open and locked onto him.You didnât stop.Instead, your voice came out hoarse and pleading.âHeeseung⊠please.â He stepped closer, eyes dark with lust but still careful. âAre you sure?â he asked, voice rough. âYou donât have toââ âPlease,â you whimpered, fingers still moving slowly inside yourself. âI canât I need you. Please help me.â That was all it took.
Heeseung climbed onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. He gently pulled your hand away, replacing it with his own. Two thick fingers slid into your soaked heat easily, curling perfectly against that spot that made you cry out. âFuck, youâre so wet,â he groaned, pumping his fingers steadily. His thumb found your swollen clit and rubbed tight circles. âBeen thinking about me, baby?â You moaned loudly, hips bucking against his hand. He leaned down, sucking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth while his fingers fucked you deeper, faster. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers thrusting into your dripping pussy filled the room.
Heeseung added a third finger, stretching you open, curling them just right. His mouth moved between your breasts, sucking and licking your swollen nipples until you were shaking.âIâm closeââ you gasped, fingers threading through his hair. âCome for me,â he murmured against your skin, thumb pressing harder on your clit. Your orgasm crashed over you hard. You cried out, back arching, walls clenching tightly around his fingers as pleasure tore through you. Heeseung kept pumping his fingers through it, drawing out every wave until you were trembling and oversensitive.
But you still werenât satisfied. You tugged at his shirt desperately. âMore please, Heeseung. I need you inside me.â He didnât hesitate. He pulled his fingers out, quickly stripping off his clothes. His cock sprang free thick, hard, and leaking at the tip. He positioned himself between your thighs, rubbing the head of his cock along your slick folds before slowly pushing in.
You both moaned as he sank deep inside you. He was gentle but firm, filling you completely in one smooth thrust. Heeseung groaned at how tight and wet you were, forehead dropping to yours.
âFuck you feel so good,â he breathed, starting to move. He fucked you with deep, steady strokes, hips rolling against yours. One hand cradled your slightly bloated belly protectively while the other gripped your thigh, holding you open for him. The wet slap of skin and your mingled moans filled the room.
Heeseung kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours as he thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. Your hands roamed his back, nails digging into his skin as another orgasm built fast. âCome again for me,â he whispered against your lips. âLet me feel you.â
You shattered around him with a cry, pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Heeseung groaned, thrusting a few more times before burying himself deep and coming hard inside you, hips jerking as he filled you with hot spurts of cum. He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing heavily. Then he gently pulled out and collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. He kissed your forehead, then your temple, holding you close as you came down from the high.
You lay there afterward, breathing hard, body limp and glowing with the aftershocks of pleasure. Heeseung stayed buried inside you for a long moment, forehead pressed against yours, both of you catching your breath. His hand gently stroked your side, thumb brushing over the slight swell of your belly in a protective, almost reverent way.
Eventually, he pulled out slowly, a soft groan leaving his lips as he did. You winced at the sudden emptiness, but Heeseung was already moving, pulling you into his arms and tucking you against his chest.
He kissed your forehead, then your temple, holding you close as your breathing slowly evened out.
Neither of you spoke for a while. The only sounds in the room were your mingled breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Heeseungâs fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. His voice, when he finally spoke, was low and rough. ââŠYou shouldâve told me it was getting this bad,â he murmured. âI wouldâve helped sooner.â You buried your face in his neck, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal. âI didnât know how to say it. Itâs humiliating. I feel like my body isnât mine anymore.â
Heeseung tightened his arms around you. âItâs not humiliating. Youâre pregnant. Your body is changing because of our baby. If you need me for anything just tell me. Iâm right here.â You stayed silent, letting his warmth seep into you. The hormones were still humming under your skin, but the sharp edge of desperation had dulled into a comfortable, sated haze. After a few minutes, Heeseung gently pulled back so he could look at you. âYou okay?â he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You nodded. âYeah, thank you.â
He smiled that small, genuine smile that made your chest feel strangely tight and kissed your forehead again. âStay here. Iâll clean you up.â He got up, completely naked and unashamed, and returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth. He wiped you down gently between your legs, then cleaned himself before crawling back into bed and pulling you against his chest once more. You let yourself relax into him, one hand resting on your slightly rounded belly.
For the first time in weeks, the constant ache of need was quiet. But as you lay there in Heeseungâs arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, a new kind of nervousness settled in.
Because the line between âfakeâ and ârealâ was starting to blur dangerously fast. He held you close against his chest, one hand stroking soothing circles on your back while the other rested protectively over the small, soft swell of your belly. The room was quiet except for your slowing breaths and the faint hum of the city outside the window. You stayed like that for a while, skin warm and slightly damp, hearts still beating fast. Neither of you felt the need to speak right away. It felt strangely peaceful.
Eventually, Heeseung broke the silence, his voice low and soft against your hair. âIâve been reading parenting books,â he murmured, fingers tracing lazy, comforting patterns along your spine. âA lot of them. What to Expect When Youâre Expecting, guides on newborn care, nutrition during pregnancy everything I could find. I wanted to be prepared. For you and the baby.â You tilted your head up to look at him, genuinely surprised. âReally? Youâve been doing that?â
Heeseung nodded, a small, almost shy smile touching his lips. âYeah. Iâve been learning about the second trimester, what symptoms might get worse or better, how to support you when the nausea is bad, safe exercises, all of it. I donât want to be clueless. I want to do this right.â
You felt a warm flutter in your chest. You hadnât expected him to take it this seriously. Before you could respond, he continued gently, "And if you ever have any needs physical, emotional, anything at all Iâll always be there for you. Whether itâs holding you when youâre anxious, helping with the nausea, or anything else. Just tell me. Only if itâs okay with you, of course.â You hesitated for a second, then whispered, âWill that be okay with you? Because we arenât really a couple.â Heeseung was quiet for a moment, then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
âItâs okay with me,â he said simply. âI know weâre not traditional. But I care about you. And I care about our baby. So whatever you need, Iâm here with no pressure , no expectations. Just me, showing up for both of you.â The sincerity in his voice made your eyes sting with tears. You buried your face in his neck, nodding against his skin. The conversation flowed easily after that quiet, honest, and surprisingly comfortable. You told him about your fears of balancing university with pregnancy, how scared you were about telling more people, and how overwhelmed you sometimes felt by the changes in your body.
Heeseung listened without interrupting, rubbing your back the whole time. He shared his own worries too the pressure from his father, his fears about balancing basketball and fatherhood, and how he sometimes felt unprepared but determined to try his best.
Eventually, the talking slowed. Heeseung shifted lower on the bed, resting his cheek gently against your bare belly. He looked up at you with soft, questioning eyes. âCan I talk to the baby?â he asked quietly. âIf thatâs okay with you.â Your throat tightened with emotion. You nodded.
Heeseung smiled faintly and pressed a soft kiss to the small swell of your stomach. Then, in a low, gentle voice, he spoke âHey, Bambi itâs me your dad. I know things are a little complicated right now, but I want you to know Iâm really happy youâre here. Iâm going to take care of you and your mom, okay? Weâve got you. Both of us.â You felt tears slip down your cheeks as you watched him. Heeseung stayed there for a while, murmuring soft promises and little stories to your belly, his hand resting protectively over it.
When he finally crawled back up, he pulled you into his arms again, skin to skin, warm and safe. You tucked your face against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. You both fell asleep like that completely naked, wrapped around each other, his hand resting protectively over your stomach where Bambi was growing. For the first time in a long while, the future didnât feel quite so terrifying.
The next morning, you woke up slowly, blinking against the soft sunlight filtering through your curtains. Your body felt heavy in that familiar, exhausted way the pregnancy making even sleep feel like it wasnât quite enough. You reached out instinctively to the other side of the bed, expecting warmth, expecting Heeseungâs arm around you like it had been when you fell asleep. But the bed was empty. The sheets where he had lain were cool. He must have left a while ago.
You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes, and noticed a small yellow post it note stuck to the lamp on your nightstand. You reached for it, heart giving a little flutter as you read his neat handwriting
âMade breakfast for you. Itâs in the fridge mild porridge with ginger and some fruit. Please eat it before you go to classes. Had some early work with the team, had to leave. Text me when you wake up. Take care of yourself and Bambi today. - Heeseungâ
You stared at the note for a long moment, thumb brushing over his name. A strange mix of emotions washed over you warmth, gratitude, and that familiar flutter of confusion in your chest. He had cooked for you again, even though he had practice. Even though he left early. Even though he didnât have to. You placed the post-it carefully on the nightstand and got out of bed. Your hand instinctively moved to rest on your slightly bloated belly as you walked to the kitchen. True to his word, there was a container in the fridge with perfectly portioned porridge and fresh-cut fruit on the side. A small bottle of ginger tea sat beside it.
You heated the porridge and sat at your small table, eating slowly. The food was gentle on your stomach, exactly what you needed. As you ate, your mind replayed the events of last night the way Heeseung had held you, the way he had talked to your belly, the quiet honesty between you two.It was getting harder to remember that this was all supposed to be fake.
Your phone buzzed on the table. A message from Heeseung.
Heeseung : Did you wake up? Did you eat?
You smiled faintly and replied.
You : Just woke up eating breakfast now thank you
Heeseung : Good let me know how youâre feeling today. Iâll try to finish early so I can bring dinner
You put your phone down and continued eating, one hand still resting on your belly. The reality of your situation felt heavier every day. You were three months pregnant. You were pretending to date the guy you used to hate. You were slowly letting him into your life in ways you never expected. And yet it didnât feel as terrifying as it once did. After finishing breakfast, you got ready for classes, loose clothes to hide the small curve of your belly, comfortable shoes, and your usual hoodie. Before leaving, you glanced at the post-it note again, then carefully folded it and tucked it into your bag.
As you locked your apartment door, you couldnât help but think about how much had changed in such a short time. Heeseung was becoming someone you relied on. And you werenât sure how you felt about that yet.
Heeseung woke up slowly, warmth surrounding him. You were still asleep in his arms, face tucked against his chest, one hand resting lightly on his stomach. Your breathing was soft and even, your body relaxed against his in a way that made his heart feel too big for his chest. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over your face. He smiled a small, private, uncontrollably happy smile.
He was so happy.
Waking up like this, with you curled into him, knowing there was a tiny life growing between you it felt like something he didnât deserve but would fight to keep. For the first time in a long time, the future didnât feel like pressure. It felt like hope. His phone vibrated on the nightstand. Heeseungâs smile faded slightly when he saw the caller ID Dad.
He carefully slipped his arm from under you, moving slowly so he wouldnât wake you. You stirred a little but settled back into the pillow with a soft sigh. Heeseung watched you for a second longer, heart clenching with affection, before he grabbed his phone and quietly left the room, closing the bedroom door behind him.He answered the call in the living room, voice low.âHey, Dad.â Instead of a greeting, his fatherâs sharp voice cut through immediately.
âSo itâs true? You have a girlfriend now? And youâre wasting your time on her instead of focusing on the league?â Heeseungâs jaw tightened. He leaned against the kitchen counter, running a hand through his messy hair. âIâm serious about her, Dad,â he said, voice steady but firm. âI want to marry her.â A harsh scoff came through the line. âMarry her? You donât think about getting into the league, about your future, about everything Iâve sacrificed for you but you think about marriage? With some girl whoâs probably just using you for your name?â
Heeseung stayed silent for a moment, letting the familiar sting of his fatherâs words wash over him. He didnât argue. He knew it was pointless. His dad continued, tone cold and commanding. âI want to meet her and bring her for Thanksgiving. Weâll see what kind of girl managed to distract you this badly.â
Heeseung exhaled slowly. âSure. Iâll bring her.â The line went dead without another word.
Heeseung lowered the phone, staring at the black screen for a long moment. The happiness he had felt waking up with you in his arms was still there, but now it was shadowed by the familiar weight of his fatherâs expectations. He walked back to the bedroom quietly and stood in the doorway for a while, watching you sleep. Your hand had moved to rest on your belly in your sleep a small, protective gesture that made his chest ache with tenderness. Heeseung smiled softly despite everything. Thanksgiving was going to be complicated. But for you and Bambi he would face it he always would.
A few days had passed since that emotional night.
Your life had slowly started to find a strange new rhythm. Mornings often began with Heeseungâs quiet knocks or a text asking how you slept. He still brought you breakfast on most days, always something gentle on your stomach. The nausea was still present but no longer as violent. Your belly had grown just a little more noticeable, a soft curve that you hid under oversized hoodies and loose sweaters.
Today was your checkup. You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the oversized sweater over your belly.
Three months and a few days. The doctor had said everything looked good at the last visit, but you were still nervous every time. You gently placed a hand over your stomach, feeling the slight firmness there.
Bambi. The nickname made you smile despite the nerves. Your phone buzzed on the counter.
Heeseung : Iâm outside ready when you are no rush
You took a deep breath, grabbed your bag, and headed downstairs. Heeseung was waiting by his car, leaning against the door in a casual black hoodie and jeans. The moment he saw you, his expression softened into that small, genuine smile he seemed to reserve only for you lately. âHey,â he said, opening the passenger door for you. âHow are you feeling today?â
âBetter than yesterday,â you replied, sliding in. âStill a little nauseous in the mornings, but not as bad.â
Heeseung nodded, closing the door gently before getting into the driverâs seat. The drive to the clinic was quiet but comfortable. He asked about your classes, about whether the fatigue had eased, and told you a light story about Beomgyu messing up a drill during practice. You found yourself smiling more than you expected.
A few days later, you had your regular checkup.
Dr. Kim was as kind and patient as always. She did a quick scan, confirmed that everything was progressing normally, and then smiled warmly at both of you. âEverything looks great. The baby is growing well. At your next appointment, around the four month mark, we should be able to determine the gender if youâd like to know. Would you be interested in finding out?â You glanced at Heeseung. He looked at you with soft eyes, waiting for your decision.
You nodded slowly. âYes I think Iâd like to know.â
Heeseungâs hand gently squeezed yours. Dr. Kim smiled and scheduled the next appointment before sending you off with more prenatal vitamins and advice on managing fatigue. After leaving the clinic, Heeseung turned to you in the car. âThereâs a movie showing that looked pretty light, not too intense want to go? Just the two of us.â You agreed. The theatre was dimly lit and not very crowded. You chose seats near the back, a little more private. Heeseung bought snacks you could handle plain popcorn and ginger ale and settled in beside you.
The movie started, but your mind was elsewhere.
The pregnancy hormones had been relentless lately. Your body felt hypersensitive. Every brush of his arm against yours, every time his thigh pressed against yours in the seat, sent heat pooling low in your belly. You tried to focus on the screen, but your eyes kept drifting to him the sharp line of his jaw, the way his hand rested on his thigh, the subtle scent of his cologne. You couldnât fight it. Halfway through the movie, when the theatre was dark and quiet, you leaned over and whispered in his ear.
âHeeseungâŠâ He turned his head slightly. âYeah?â
Instead of answering with words, you reached over and slowly slid your hand onto his thigh. He tensed, but didnât stop you. Your fingers moved higher, palming him through his jeans. He was already half hard. His breath hitched. âBaby what are you doing?â
You didnât answer. You quietly unzipped his jeans, reached inside, and pulled his cock out. He was thick and warm in your hand. You stroked him slowly at first, feeling him harden fully under your touch.
Heeseungâs hand gripped the armrest. âFuck are you sure?â
You nodded, already sliding down in your seat. You leaned over, taking him into your mouth. Heeseung sucked in a sharp breath, his hand gently threading through your hair. You took him deeper, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down his length. He was big you had to go slow, relaxing your throat to take more of him. The salty taste of his precum coated your tongue as you bobbed your head, sucking him with wet, quiet sounds.
Heeseungâs breathing grew heavier. He tried to stay quiet, biting his lip, but soft, low groans escaped him whenever you sucked harder or swirled your tongue just right. His fingers tightened in your hair, not pushing, just holding on. âYouâre gonna kill me,â he whispered, voice strained. âSo fucking goodâ
You took him as deep as you could, hollowing your cheeks, one hand stroking what you couldnât fit in your mouth. His hips twitched slightly, fighting the urge to thrust. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, getting closer.
When he finally came, it was with a quiet, choked groan. Hot spurts filled your mouth as you swallowed around him, milking him through it. Heeseungâs hand trembled in your hair, breathing ragged. You pulled off slowly, licking your lips as you sat back up. Heeseung looked at you with dark, stunned eyes, chest rising and falling quickly. He quickly tucked himself back into his jeans, then pulled you close, kissing your temple. âFuck⊠that wasâŠâ He couldnât even finish the sentence.
You smiled shyly, cheeks warm, heart still racing.
The rest of the movie passed in a haze. Heeseung kept his arm around you, thumb gently stroking your shoulder, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your hair. When the credits rolled, he leaned in and whispered, âLetâs get you home.â
The car ride back to the apartment was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Heeseungâs hand occasionally brushed against yours on the center console, a small, reassuring touch that made your chest feel strangely warm. You were still replaying the movie in your head or at least pretending to while your body hummed with the memory of what you had done in the theatre. When you reached your building, Heeseung parked and walked you up to your door like he always did now. But instead of saying goodnight, he lingered in the hallway.
âCan I come in?â he asked softly. âI wanted to talk to you about something.â You nodded, unlocking the door and letting him inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the small lamp on the side table. You both took off your shoes and sat down on the couch. Heeseung turned to face you, looking a little tense. He took a slow breath before speaking.
âMy family wants to meet you,â he said. âDuring Thanksgiving. My dad specifically asked me to bring you.â You blinked, processing the words. Thanksgiving was only a few weeks away. âOh,â you said quietly. âAre we going to reveal the pregnancy then?â
Heeseung nodded, eyes steady on yours. âYeah I think itâs time. They deserve to know.â You sat there for a moment, letting the idea settle. A small, nervous smile crossed your face. âI know theyâll be happy,â you said, trying to sound optimistic. âMy parents were over the moon when I told them. Yours will probably be excited too, right? A grandbaby and everythingâ
Heeseung didnât reply right away. He looked down at his hands, jaw tightening just slightly. You didnât notice the way his shoulders tensed or the brief flash of worry in his eyes.
âYeah,â he said eventually, voice quiet. âTheyâll be happy.âBut inside, Heeseung knew the truth.His father wouldnât be happy. Not even close. The man who had spent years pressuring him to be better than his older brother, who had made it clear that basketball and the NBA were the only priorities that man was going to see this as a distraction. A mistake. A threat to everything he had planned for Heeseungâs future.
Heeseung could already imagine the cold disappointment in his fatherâs voice, the sharp questions, the comparisons to his perfect older brother who had never âmessed upâ like this.But he didnât say any of that to you. Instead, he reached over and gently took your hand, squeezing it. âWeâll face it together,â he said softly. âOkay?â You nodded, leaning into his side a little. You still believed his family would be supportive like yours had been. You had no idea about the tension that existed between Heeseung and his father.
Heeseung wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you there for a long moment.For now, he would let you believe everything would be fine.He would carry the worry alone. Because no matter how his parents reacted, one thing was certain he was going to protect you and Bambi no matter what.
The weeks that followed settled into a rhythm you never expected and one you were desperately trying not to get used to. Heeseung was always there. Quietly, steadily, without making a big deal out of it. Heâd show up in the mornings with breakfast heâd prepared before practice, simple things like warm ginger porridge or toast with honey that your stomach could actually handle. Some days heâd stay longer than usual, sitting on the edge of your bed while you ate, watching you with that soft look in his eyes that made your chest feel tight. You told yourself it was just the pregnancy making you emotional.
One morning, after a particularly rough night of nausea, you woke up feeling miserable. Heeseung had let himself in with the spare key. Without saying much, he pulled you into the shower with him, washing your hair with gentle fingers while the warm water ran over both of you. The closeness, the steam, the way his body felt against yours , it ignited something fierce. You ended up pressed against the tiled wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you slow and deep, water cascading over your joined bodies. He whispered against your neck how beautiful you looked like this, carrying his baby, and you came so hard you saw stars.
Afterward, he dried you off, carried you back to bed, and held you until you fell asleep again. You told yourself it was just hormones. Just physical need nothing more. Another afternoon, you came home from classes exhausted and emotionally drained. Heeseung was already waiting inside, having cooked a light dinner. You barely ate two bites before the tears started. He didnât ask questions. He just pulled you onto his lap on the couch, kissing you softly at first, then deeper, hungrier. You ended up riding him right there, slow and desperate, his hands cradling your slightly rounded belly the entire time.
He looked up at you like you were the only thing in his world, groaning your name when he came inside you. You hid your face in his shoulder afterward, heart racing for reasons you refused to name. There were quieter moments too. One night, when the anxiety hit you hard, you texted him at 2 a.m. He showed up minutes later, crawling into bed with you fully clothed. He held you close, rubbing your back, kissing your forehead repeatedly until you calmed down.
That night turned heated too you ended up on top of him again, moving slowly in the dark, his hands gentle on your hips as he whispered how strong you were. You came with his name on your lips and tried to convince yourself it didnât mean anything. Heeseung started leaving little notes everywhere. âDrink water for Bambi.â âYouâre doing amazing today.â âText me when youâre home.â Heâd read parenting books late at night and tell you random facts over dinner what week the baby could hear your voice, how to tell if the nausea was improving, safe positions for intimacy during pregnancy.
Youâd watch him cook in your kitchen, sleeves rolled up, humming softly under his breath, and feel something dangerously warm bloom in your chest. You told yourself it was just the hormones making you soft. But it was getting harder to lie to yourself. One lazy Sunday afternoon, you were both on the couch watching a movie. Heeseungâs hand rested on your belly, thumb stroking absentmindedly. The simple touch turned into slow kisses, then heated touches.
You ended up straddling him, riding him deep and slow while the movie played in the background. He kept one hand on your belly the whole time, eyes locked on yours, whispering how much he loved seeing you like this. When you came, trembling in his arms, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from saying something you couldnât take back. You were trying so hard not to admit it.Every forehead kiss made your stomach flutter. Every time he cooked for you or held you through a crying spell, your heart felt too full.
Every night he stayed over, wrapped around you naked and warm, you had to remind yourself this is just for the baby. This isnât real. I donât like him like that.But deep down, you knew the truth was slipping away from you. You were starting to like Lee Heeseung the real him. The one who showed up without being asked. The one who read parenting books at 3 a.m. The one who looked at you like you were carrying something precious. And you had no idea what to do with that.
The day of Heeseungâs game arrived faster than you expected. It was the last match before the teamâs short break for Thanksgiving, and you had agreed to go with Yunjin and Soobin. You were three months along now, your belly softly rounded under an oversized hoodie with Heeseungâs jersey number hidden beneath. The nausea had eased a bit, but the hormones still made everything feel more intense emotions, touches, even the cheers from the crowd.
You sat in the stands between your friends, heart fluttering with a mix of nervousness and something warmer you refused to name. Yunjin was practically bouncing in her seat, waving a small handmade sign that said âGO HEESUNG!â while Soobin sat calmly beside you, occasionally glancing at you with quiet concern. The game started strong, but it quickly became clear that today wasnât their day.
Heeseung played hard you could see the determination on his face every time he drove to the basket or called out plays. But the opposing team was on fire, and your universityâs defense kept slipping. By halftime, they were down by 8 points. The crowd grew restless. You found yourself gripping the star shaped squishy toy he had given you, squeezing it tightly every time Heeseung missed a shot or got blocked.
In the second half, things got worse. Heeseung fought until the final buzzer, but the team lost by 14 points.
The arena was quiet as the final score flashed on the screen. You felt a pang in your chest watching Heeseung stand on the court, shoulders slightly slumped, sweat dripping from his hair. He looked disappointed but not broken, still the captain, still trying to rally his teammates with claps on the back and quiet words.
After the teams shook hands and the crowd started to disperse, you told Yunjin and Soobin youâd meet them later. You made your way down toward the court area, heart beating faster as you waited near the tunnel.
Heeseung emerged a few minutes later, freshly showered, hair still damp. The moment his eyes found you, his expression softened. He walked straight to you, ignoring the few lingering people around.
Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck. You hugged him back tightly, one hand rubbing his back, the other resting on the back of his head.
âYou played really well,â you whispered. âIâm proud of you.âHe let out a heavy breath against your skin. âWe fucked up today. I fucked up.â âYou didnât,â you said gently, pulling back just enough to look at him. âYou fought until the end. Thatâs what captains do. One bad game doesnât change how good you are.â
Heeseung searched your eyes for a moment, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, careful not to press too hard on your belly.
âThank you for coming,â he murmured. âMeans a lot.â
You stayed like that for a while, letting him hold you in the quiet hallway outside the locker room. A few of his teammates walked past, but no one said anything. The public affection felt natural now part of the âfakeâ image you were both maintaining. But the way he held you felt anything but fake.When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. âWe leave for my parentsâ place in two days,â he said quietly. âYou still okay with going?â
You nodded, even though nerves twisted in your stomach. âYeah. Weâll face it together.âHeeseung smiled faintly and kissed your forehead one more time before letting you go.âIâll see you later. Get some rest, okay? For you and Bambi.âYou watched him walk back toward the locker room, heart doing that annoying flutter again.You told yourself it was just the pregnancy.Just hormones. But as you walked back to meet Yunjin and Soobin, you couldnât ignore how safe you felt in his arms or how much you were starting to crave that feeling.
The arena slowly emptied as you, Soobin, and Yunjin made your way out into the cool night air. The loss still lingered in the atmosphere, but the walk back felt lighter thanks to your friendsâ company. Yunjin was practically glowing Sunghoon had offered to drop her home after the game, and she couldnât stop smiling about it. âIâll see you guys later!â she called out, waving excitedly as Sunghoonâs car pulled up. âDonât do anything I wouldnât do!â Soobin chuckled softly beside you as you both continued walking toward your apartment building.
The streets were quieter now, the distant cheers from the arena fading behind you. Soobin walked at your pace, hands in his pockets, glancing at you every few steps.After a comfortable silence, he spoke gently. âSo you and Heeseung, huh?â You kept your eyes on the sidewalk, fingers fiddling with the hem of your oversized hoodie. âYeah I guess so.â Soobin nodded slowly. âHe seems different with you. Nicer Iâve seen how he looks at you during games. How he checks on you. Itâs not what I expected.â
You smiled faintly, thinking about the way Heeseung had hugged you after the match, the soft kiss on your forehead, the way he always made sure you ate something gentle on your stomach. âHeâs been really good to me,â you admitted quietly. âHe brings me food that doesnât make me sick. He checks on me every day. He even reads parenting books eâs trying a lot.â
Soobin was quiet for a moment, processing. Then he asked the question youâd been dreading. âDo you actually love him?â You hesitated.
The words got stuck in your throat. Your heart raced as memories flashed through your mind Heeseung holding you while you cried, cooking for you at 2 a.m., kissing your belly and whispering to Bambi, the way he looked at you like you mattered.You forced a small laugh, trying to sound casual. âObviously duh.â Soobin stopped walking. He turned to face you fully under a streetlight, his expression soft but serious.
âIt just feels really sudden,â he said gently. âOne minute you hated him. You used to complain about him every single day. And now youâre dating him and pregnant with his child. Itâs a lot to take in. Are you sure youâre okay?â You looked down at your shoes, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. The truth sat heavy in your chest you werenât sure if you loved him. You were still trying so hard not to admit how much he was starting to mean to you. The hormones made everything confusing. The pregnancy made everything terrifying. And Heeseung himself made everything feel safe.
âIâm figuring it out,â you said quietly. âItâs complicated. But heâs been there for me for us.â Soobin nodded, not pushing any further. He simply walked beside you the rest of the way, offering his quiet, steady presence like he always did. When you reached your apartment building, he gave you a gentle hug. âIâm happy for you if youâre happy,â he said softly. âBut if you ever need to talk Iâm here. No judgment.â You hugged him back tightly, grateful beyond words. âThank you, Soobin.â
As you walked up to your door alone, you leaned against it for a moment, hand resting on your belly.
You were still trying so hard not to admit it.
But every day, it was getting harder to lie to yourself.
You finally reached your apartment after the long walk back with Soobin and Yunjin. The moment the door closed behind you, the exhaustion of the day the game, the stares, the emotions settled heavily on your shoulders. You kicked off your shoes, changed into an oversized t-shirt, and crawled into bed. Before turning off the lights, you picked up your phone and texted Heeseung.
You : Reached home going to sleep now goodnight
You set the phone on the nightstand and turned off the lamp, pulling the blanket up to your chin. But sleep didnât come. Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. You tossed and turned, mind racing with thoughts of the game, the whispers youâd heard, the weight of the secret you were still carrying, and the tiny life growing inside you. The pregnancy hormones made everything feel louder your emotions, your body, your worries. You heard the soft click of the front door opening. Heeseung must have used the spare key youâd given him.
A few seconds later, he appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, silhouetted by the faint hallway light. He looked tired from the game but his expression softened the moment he saw you.âYouâre still awake?â he asked gently.You sat up slowly, hugging your knees to your chest. Your voice came out small and tired.âI canât sleepâŠâ
Heeseung didnât hesitate. He walked over, kicked off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed beside you. Without a word, you raised your arms toward him. âCuddles please?â Heeseungâs face softened even more. He pulled you into his arms immediately, wrapping you up against his chest.
One of his hands rested protectively over your small belly while the other stroked your back in slow, soothing circles. âAnything for my baby,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
The word âbabyâ made your heart skip. You knew this was all supposed to be fake the relationship, the affection, everything. He shouldnât be calling you that. But you didnât correct him. You just burrowed deeper into his chest, letting his warmth and steady heartbeat calm the storm inside you. Heeseung held you tighter, chin resting on top of your head. âRough day?â he asked softly.
You nodded against him. âThe game the stares everything feels too much sometimes.â âI know,â he murmured. âBut you did good today. You were there for me. That means a lot.â You stayed silent, just letting him hold you. His hand continued its gentle strokes on your back, occasionally drifting to rub small circles over your belly. The simple touch made something warm bloom in your chest, something you quickly pushed down. Itâs just hormones, you reminded yourself. This isnât real. But it felt real.
Heeseung shifted slightly, pulling the blanket higher over both of you.
âSleep now,â he whispered. âIâve got you. Both of you.â You closed your eyes, safe in his arms, and finally drifted off. Heeseung stayed awake a little longer, holding you close, his hand never leaving your belly. He pressed one last soft kiss to your forehead before letting sleep take him too. In the quiet darkness of your apartment, wrapped in each other, the line between fake and real blurred a little more.
Heeseung lay awake in the dark, long after you had fallen asleep in his arms. Your head rested on his chest, breath warm and steady against his skin. One of your hands had unconsciously curled into his shirt, holding on even in sleep. His own hand stayed protectively over the small, soft swell of your belly where Bambi was growing. He could feel the faint warmth of your body, the subtle rise and fall of your breathing, and it made something deep and fierce bloom in his chest. He was so fucking happy.
It was terrifying how happy he was.This wasnât the kind of happiness he was used to the rush of winning a game, the high of a party, the fleeting satisfaction of a random hookup. This was quieter and deeper. It settled in his bones and refused to leave. He had never imagined himself here lying in bed with the girl who used to hate him, holding her while she carried his child. But now that he was, he couldnât picture anything else.
His thumb traced slow, gentle circles over your belly Bambi. The nickname still made him smile every time he thought about it. He remembered the first time he felt the baby move just a tiny flutter that you had grabbed his hand for. That moment had wrecked him in the best way. He had stayed up half the night after that, reading every article he could find about fetal movement, what it meant, how to support you through the coming months. He was falling in love with the baby. But he was also falling in love with you and that part scared him more.
He had always been honest with himself about girls before they were fun, temporary, never serious. But you were different. You had always been different. Even when you were yelling at him through the wall, even when you called him entitled and cocky, you looked at him like he was just a person. Not the basketball captain. Not the guy with the rich dad. Just⊠him and now? Now you let him hold you. You let him cook for you. You let him talk to your belly and kiss your forehead and stay the night when you were anxious. You were slowly opening up to him in ways he never thought you would.
Heeseung pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in. He remembered the night he asked you to marry him. The way you had laughed at first, then looked at him with wide, shocked eyes. The rejection had hurt more than he let on. Not because his ego was bruised, but because for one brief, stupid moment, he had let himself imagine a future where you chose him too.
But he respected your decision. He wouldnât force you to love him. He wouldnât trap you in something you didnât want. If all you could give him right now was this, these quiet nights, these shared moments, this careful co-parenting he would take it. He would take anything you were willing to give. Still he couldnât stop the quiet hope that bloomed in his chest every time you smiled at him. Every time you leaned into his touch. Every time you fell asleep in his arms like you belonged there.
Heeseung closed his eyes, holding you a little tighter.
He didnât know what the future held, especially with his father waiting at Thanksgiving, ready to judge and criticize. But for the first time in his life, he felt like he had something worth fighting for you and Bambi.
This strange, messy, beautiful thing growing between you. He was going to protect it. Even if you never loved him back the same way. Even if this was all still âfakeâ to you. Heeseung whispered against your hair, so quietly he barely heard it himself âIâve got you both.â And in the dark, with you safe in his arms, he let himself believe it was enough for now.
The drive to Heeseungâs parentsâ house felt longer than it should have. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and the highway stretched out in front of you, lined with trees that were slowly turning bare for winter. You sat in the passenger seat of Heeseungâs car, hands resting on your lap, occasionally drifting to the small, rounded curve of your belly under your oversized sweater. Three months and two weeks. The bump was undeniable now if you werenât careful, but you still hid it as best as you could.
Heeseung drove with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally brushing against yours on the center console. The radio played softly in the background some acoustic playlist he had put on because he knew loud music sometimes made your nausea worse these days. The silence between you wasnât uncomfortable, but it was heavy. You could feel the weight of what was coming. Meeting his parents. Revealing the pregnancy. Pretending to be in a real relationship when everything still felt so fragile and confusing.
You glanced at him. He looked calm on the surface focused on the road, jaw relaxed but you noticed the way his fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel. He was nervous too. âAre you okay?â you asked quietly. Heeseung gave you a small smile, but it didnât quite reach his eyes. âYeah just thinking about how this is going to go.â He paused, then added, âMy dad can be intense. He has high expectations. But my mom will probably be happy to see you. Sheâs been asking about you since I told them I was bringing someone.â
You nodded, looking out the window again. Your hand unconsciously rubbed small circles over your belly.
âIâm nervous,â you admitted after a while. âWhat if they donât like me? What if they think Iâm just some girl who trapped you?â Heeseung reached over and gently took your hand, squeezing it once before returning his to the wheel. âTheyâre not going to think that,â he said, voice steady. âAnd even if they do it doesnât matter. This is about us and Bambi not them.â
You stayed quiet, but his words settled something warm in your chest. You tried to ignore it. Itâs just hormones, you told yourself again. Donât get attached.
The car ride continued with small talk to fill the silence. Heeseung asked about your capstone project, about whether the nausea had gotten any better, about what you wanted to eat when you got there. You asked him about his basketball schedule after the break, about whether he was excited to see his mom. The conversation was easy, almost domestic, and that scared you more than the upcoming meeting. At one point, Heeseung reached over and rested his hand on your thigh not sexual, just comforting. You let it stay there.
Halfway through the drive, he spoke again, voice softer. âThank you for doing this with me,â he said. âI know itâs a lot. Meeting my family pretending all of it. But Iâm glad itâs you.â Your heart did that annoying little flip again. You looked down at your lap, cheeks warming. âYeah me too,â you whispered. The rest of the drive passed in comfortable quiet. Heeseung kept the music low, occasionally humming along. Every now and then his hand would find yours again, giving it a gentle squeeze.
When the familiar gates of his parentsâ large, modern house came into view, your stomach twisted with nerves. Heeseung parked the car and turned to you, his expression serious but kind.âYou ready?â he asked.
You took a deep breath and nodded.âAs ready as Iâll ever be.â Heeseung leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead the same gentle gesture he had been giving you more and more lately. âWeâve got this,â he murmured against your skin. âTogether.â
You stepped out of the car with him, heart pounding, hand instinctively resting on your belly as you walked toward the front door of his family home. Thanksgiving had officially begun. The walk from the car to the front door felt longer than it should have. Your hand instinctively rested on your belly under the oversized sweater, a small, protective gesture youâd developed over the past few weeks. The house was beautiful, modern, large, with clean lines and big windows that glowed warmly from the inside. It looked expensive. Intimidating.
Heeseung walked beside you, his hand lightly brushing against yours before he gently took it. His grip was warm and steady.âYou okay?â he asked quietly. You nodded, even though your stomach was twisting with nerves. âJust a little scared.â
He squeezed your hand. âIâve got you. Weâll do this together.âBefore you could respond, the front door opened. A woman in her late 40s stepped out, elegant and poised, with sharp features softened by a warm smile. She had Heeseungâs dark eyes. This had to be his mom.
âHeeseung!â she called out happily, walking down the steps to meet you both. She pulled her son into a tight hug first. âMy baby. You look tired. Have you been eating properly?â Heeseung hugged her back. âIâm fine, Mom.âThen she turned to you, her expression softening even more. âYou must be the girl my son has been talking about,â she said warmly, stepping forward to pull you into a gentle hug. She smelled like expensive perfume and fresh flowers. âIâm Heeseungâs mom. Itâs so nice to finally meet you.â
You hugged her back, surprised by how kind her embrace felt. âItâs nice to meet you too, Mrs. Lee.â
She pulled back but kept her hands on your shoulders, studying your face with genuine curiosity and warmth.âPlease, call me Eunae,â she said. âCome inside, both of you. Itâs cold out here.â She ushered you both into the house. The interior was even more impressive high ceilings, modern furniture, and a large living room that opened into a beautiful kitchen. The smell of something delicious cooking drifted from the kitchen. Eunae led you to the living room and gestured for you to sit on the large, comfortable sofa.
âHeeseung told us youâd be coming,â she said, sitting across from you with a soft smile. âIâve been looking forward to this. He doesnât bring girls home often, you know.â You felt your cheeks warm. Heeseung sat beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. Eunae asked gentle questions about your studies, your dreams of becoming an art curator, how you and Heeseung had started dating. You answered carefully, sticking to the story you two had rehearsed. She listened with genuine interest, occasionally glancing at Heeseung with a proud but slightly worried look.
Dinner was almost ready, she said. As she stood up to check on the food, she smiled at both of you.
âIâm really glad youâre here,â she said quietly. âBoth of you. This house has been too quiet lately.âYou smiled back, feeling a little less nervous. But the tension in the air was still there the knowledge that Heeseungâs dad was somewhere in the house, and that the real test was yet to come.Heeseung squeezed your hand again, as if sensing your thoughts. âWeâve got this,â he whispered when his mom left the room. You nodded, leaning into his side just a little.For now, you were safe.
Later at dinner the dining table was beautifully set. Heeseungâs mom had prepared a generous spread grilled meat, fresh vegetables, rice, and several side dishes. His dad sat at the head of the table, a tall, imposing man with sharp eyes and a serious expression. He had greeted you politely but coolly when you first arrived. The conversation started light. Eunae asked more about your studies. His dad asked about basketball. Heeseung answered calmly, his hand occasionally brushing yours under the table for reassurance.
Then, halfway through the meal, Heeseung cleared his throat. âMom. Dad,â he said, voice steady but serious. âThereâs something we need to tell you.â
Both parents looked at him. Eunaeâs expression was curious. His dadâs was already guarded.Heeseung reached over and took your hand openly on the table.
âSheâs pregnant,â he said. âThree months along. The baby is mine.â The silence that followed was heavy.
Eunaeâs eyes widened, then filled with tears. She brought a hand to her mouth. âOh a grandbaby?â
The dining room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence after Heeseungâs announcement. Eunaeâs eyes were wide with surprise, then quickly filled with happy tears. She brought a hand to her mouth, whispering, âA grandbaby oh, Heeseungâ But his fatherâs reaction was ice cold.Mr. Lee set his chopsticks down with a sharp clack. His eyes narrowed on Heeseung, then flicked to you with clear disapproval. âPregnant,â he repeated, voice low and cutting. âYou got this girl pregnant while youâre supposed to be focusing on your future in the league? Are you serious right now?â
Heeseungâs jaw tightened, but he kept his voice steady. âYes. Weâre keeping the baby.â Mr. Lee let out a harsh, disbelieving scoff. He leaned back in his chair, looking at his son like he was a disappointment he could barely stand. âOf course you are. Because thatâs what you do, isnât it? Make reckless decisions and expect everyone else to clean up after you.â His voice grew sharper, colder. âYour brother Heedo never did anything like this. He stayed focused. He trained hard. He made it pro without distractions. And you? Youâre out here throwing away your career for some girl you barely know and a baby youâre not ready for.â
The words landed like punches.You felt Heeseung tense beside you, his hand gripping yours under the table. His shoulders stiffened, but he didnât speak.
Mr. Lee wasnât done. âYou think you can handle this? You canât even handle the pressure of being captain properly. Always distracted, always partying, always doing the bare minimum. Heedo was never like this. He was disciplined. He was excellent. And you youâre just average. Now youâve gone and ruined your future before it even started.â The silence that followed was brutal.Eunae looked uncomfortable, glancing between her husband and son. Heeseungâs face was carefully blank
The silence that followed Mr. Leeâs words was brutal.
Eunae looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting between her husband and son. Heeseungâs face remained carefully blank, but you could feel the tension radiating from him the way his jaw clenched, the way his hand tightened around yours under the table. Mr. Lee leaned forward, voice dripping with disappointment. âYou think you can handle a child? You canât even handle yourself. Always chasing girls, throwing parties, wasting time instead of training like your brother did.
Heedo never let anything distract him. He made it pro because he was focused, disciplined, excellent and you? Youâre average at best. Now youâve gone and ruined your future before it even started all because you couldnât keep it in your pants.â The words cut deep. You felt Heeseung flinch beside you, though he tried to hide it. Something inside you snapped.
You stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. Your heart was pounding, but your voice came out steady and sharp. âEnough.â Everyone at the table turned to look at you. Mr. Leeâs eyes narrowed.
âYou donât get to talk to him like that,â you said, voice trembling with anger but clear. âHeeseung has been working incredibly hard. Heâs been there for me every single day since we found out about the baby. Heâs reading parenting books, adjusting his schedule, taking care of me when Iâm sick all while still being the captain of his team. Heâs trying his best, and thatâs more than enough.â You looked at Heeseung, who was staring at you with wide, surprised eyes. âWeâre leaving,â you said firmly, taking his hand. âWe donât have to sit here and listen to this.â
Heeseung stood up beside you without hesitation. Eunae looked torn, but she didnât stop you. Mr. Leeâs face was red with anger, but you didnât give him a chance to speak. âThank you for dinner,â you said politely but coldly to Eunae. âBut weâre done here.â
You pulled Heeseung toward the door. He followed without a word, his hand warm and tight around yours. The moment you stepped outside, the cool night air hit your face. You didnât stop walking until you reached his car. Only then did you turn to him.
Heeseung looked stunned. His eyes were glassy, and for the first time, you saw raw vulnerability on his face.
âYou stood up for me,â he whispered. You squeezed his hand. âOf course I did. He had no right to talk to you like that.â Heeseung pulled you into his arms right there in the driveway, hugging you tightly. You felt him exhale shakily against your hair. âThank you,â he murmured. âI I donât know what to say.â You hugged him back just as tightly, your hand resting on his back.
As you both drove away from his parentsâ house, the silence in the car was heavy but not cold. Heeseung reached over and took your hand again, holding it the entire drive back. For the first time, you didnât pull away. And for the first time, you didnât tell yourself it was just hormones.
The drive back to the apartment complex was quiet.
Heeseung kept one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally brushing against yours on the center console. Neither of you said much. The weight of his fatherâs cruel words still hung heavy in the car, and you could feel the exhaustion radiating from him. His shoulders were tense, his jaw tight, and every now and then he let out a slow, controlled breath like he was trying to push the nightâs events away.
When he finally parked in front of the building, it was already well past midnight. The hallway lights were dim, casting long shadows across the floor as you both walked up to your doors in silence. The air felt cooler now, the kind of late-night chill that made you pull your jacket a little tighter around yourself.
Heeseung stopped in front of his own apartment, keys in hand. He looked tired drained in a way that went beyond the long day and the difficult dinner. His eyes were distant, like he was still replaying his fatherâs voice in his head.
âI think⊠I want to be alone tonight,â he said quietly, not quite meeting your eyes. âJust need some time to think.â You nodded, understanding. The night had been draining for both of you. You didnât want to push him when he clearly needed space. âOkay,â you whispered. âTake care of yourself.â Before he could turn away, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. Heeseung stiffened for a second, surprised, then melted into it. His arms came around you, strong and warm, pulling you close.
You felt his face press into your hair, his breath shaky against your neck. For a long moment, you just held each other in the quiet hallway, the only sound being the faint hum of the buildingâs ventilation system.
When you finally pulled back, you rose onto your tiptoes and pressed a soft, lingering peck to his cheek. Your lips lingered there for a second longer than necessary, feeling the warmth of his skin.
Heeseung froze. His eyes widened slightly as he looked at you, surprised and something else, something softer, almost vulnerable. Why did you do that? you thought, heart racing. This is all supposed to be fake right? But you couldnât deny it anymore.
You were in love with him. The realization hit you like a wave as you stood there in the dim hallway.
You loved Lee Heeseung not just because of the baby, not just because of the way he took care of you, but because of him. The man who showed up without being asked. The man who read parenting books at 3 a.m. The man who held you when you cried, kissed your forehead like it was the most natural thing in the world, and made you feel safe in a way no one else ever had. You wanted to build a family with him. You wanted the quiet nights, the shared meals, the gentle way he spoke to your belly. You wanted him.
The thought terrified you and warmed you at the same time. Heeseung lingered for a second longer, eyes searching yours, before he gave you a small, tired smile. âGoodnight,â he whispered. âGoodnight,â you replied softly. He disappeared into his apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. You stood there alone for a moment, heart still racing, before walking into your own place. You locked the door, leaned against it, and let out a long, shaky breath.
Youâre in love with him, you admitted to yourself, pressing a hand to your chest. You want this. You want him. You want a family with him. The realization felt both freeing and terrifying. But before you could sit with it any longer, your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. You walked over and picked it up. The screen showed a message from an unknown number.
Unknown : Stay away from Heeseung or else your career and his especially are doomed. I will make sure of it
đȘđđđ„đ the AC and shower in your apartment stops working, youâre in desperate need of a way to cool down from the horrid temperatures. luckily for you, your sexy neighbor is more than happy to help you cool off during these times.
genre smut (lowkey vanilla as fuck, with a pinch of roughness at the end) áàœČàŒá«àŸ featuring â±â neighbor lee heeseung x fem! reader
cautions â€ïž âââââââ smut ( 18+ do not interact if youâre not 18 and over ), p in v sex, reader nearly passes out in the shower, brief heat exhaustion mention if you dig really deep.
đ„» WORDCOUNT â 1,307 not âââ âïžproof read
of course on the hottest day of the year, your AC and shower decide to stop working. your apartment was too humid, you couldnât bare staying in there any longer than you needed to.Â
you went out by the hallway, trying to contact maintenanceâjust in your luck, nobody answers. you reached out to the buildingâs manager, straight to voicemail. slowly yet surely you were losing hope.Â
the only thing keeping you cool at this point was the random, useless soda vending machine at the end of the hallway. sure it wasnât much, but at least cool air was radiating from it.
your frustrated groans caused your end of the hall neighbor to come out of his space, leaning against the ice dispenser.Â
âhaving issues?â heeseung asks, watching you aggressively type on your cell phone.Â
âshit, you scared me.â you jump back. âyeah, my AC and shower stopped working. i have no where to cool off.âÂ
heeseung laughs. âso you chose to hug the soda machine?â a brief pause before continuing. âwhy didnât you just come knock on my door, i wouldâve let you in.âÂ
âwell.. is that offer still on the table?â you question, wondering if it was a lie or not.Â
âof course the offer is still there. come on in.â heeseung leads you into his unit.Â
heeseungâs apartment unit was cool, the AC at full blastâit was in way better than the condition of your apartment.  you sat on his couch, making yourself comfortable as heeseung gave you a glass of cold water.Â
âyou mentioned your shower was broken, why donât you use mine.â heeseung sits down, his body twistsâpointing to the bathroom.Â
you remove your lips from the glass, lipstick staining its rim. âoh no itâs okay, iâll wait for maintenance to come fix it.â you set the glass onto the table. âplus i didnât bring any clothes with me.âÂ
âthatâs okay, you can just wear mine.âÂ
the couch dips as heeseung gets back up, jogging into his bedroom to retrieve a pair of shorts and a t-shirt he doesnât wear anymore. âlet me know if you need anything.âÂ
you thank him before standing up, and walking over to the bathroom. you leave the door open ajar, pealing off your sweat soaked clothesâand stepping into the cool water flowing out from the shower head.Â
the heat does start getting to you, a feeling of overheating hitting your system. you hold onto the shower walls, hoping in some way, this feeling will go away.Â
but it doesnât, in fact, it only gets worse.Â
âheeseung.â you call out. âcan you come in here?â
you hear the door handle being fumbled, signaling his presence. âeverything okay?âÂ
you lie. âyeah.. i just needed some company.âÂ
âcompany? why didnât you say so?â heeseung sits on the covered toilet seat. âso tell me about your day.âÂ
you talk to him about the events of your day, attempting to recall as much as you could. your words became to slow down, becoming more and more incoherent. heeseung picks up on it, but heâs afraid to step in and ask.Â
âi lied. can you come in here with me. i donât feel well.â you grip onto the shower wall tighter.Â
heeseung hesitates at first, but worries wash over him quickly as he heard less and less from you. he takes a deep breath, before pulling back the shower curtain slowly.Â
heeseung finds you in the corner of the shower, hands pressed onto the shower wall. once he enters, you grab his forearm, you also grab his now soaked shirt.
heeseung grabs your hips, holding you under the cold water. your vision blurs, barely making out his figure. heeseung uses his free hand to splash your face with the cool liquid.Â
after continuously splashing water against you, your vision becomes clear, youâre finally able to process what happened.Â
âoh god..â you look at him terrified. âthat was awful.â
âscared me for a sec.â heeseung tries to catch his breath.Â
his arm reach out of the shower, grabbing the closest towel and wrapping it around your body. heeseung wasted no time carrying you to his bedroom, allowing you to sit. he grabs the glass of water resting on his bedside table, putting it to your lips.Â
âdrink.â he quietly demands, not taking no for an answer.Â
you open your mouth and take a couple sips. heeseung sits beside you, still a bit shaken up from the previous event.Â
âi can give you some space.. if you want.â he gently brushes your damp hair out of your face.Â
âno. stay.â  you grab onto his forearm, again.
heeseungâs mind is everywhere, quite frankly in the gutters. he has his hot neighbor sitting on his bed, only a towel around her body. she was holding onto him with everything sheâs got.Â
youâre not doing any good either, half naked on your neighbors bed, a bit lightheaded from the heatâbut wet from the thick tension between the two of you.
âokay, iâll stay.â heeseung moves closer, his thigh now touching yours.Â
he doesnât care that his comforter is now wet. all heeseung cared about is making sure youâre okay, and maybe getting that towel off of you.Â
âthank you for helping me in the shower.â you break the silence. âi probably wouldâve fallen, or worse.â
âitâs no problem, iâm just glad i was there to help you.âÂ
heeseung didnât move, neither did you. in fact, all you wanted to do was pull him closer, and thank him for being there during a vulnerable moment.Â
you both looked at each other, hunger in both your eyesâin the way you both gripped onto each other. your hand was still on his forearm, this time only tighter. heeseungâs arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.Â
you lean in close, placing a small kiss on heeseungâs closed lips. your lips donât part, in fact youâre only testing the waters, making sure you both want this.Â
that small kiss only made heeseung pull you closer. both his hands rest on your hips, pulling you into his lap. he kisses you, more passion, his hands roaming above the damp towel.Â
you kiss him like youâre hungry, tongue swirling with his, memorizing every muscle, all the movements you can. your hands wrap around his neck loosely, molding yourself onto his body.Â
heeseungâs frustration grows louder, tugging the towel off your body â tossing it onto the floor ever so carelessly. he doesnât care where it lands, his skin just needs to touch yours.Â
his lips trail from yours, along your jaw, down your neck, down the valley of your tits. heeseungâs fingers toy with your nipples, lightly tugging on the skin, watching your reactions.Â
âheeseung..â you moan, breathing heavily.Â
âwhere do you want me, baby?â he asks, hand still cupping your tit.
you reach for his hand, guiding him to where you need him the mostâin between your legs.Â
âfuck.â heeseung groans, rubbing your clit in circles. âyouâre ready for me baby, arenât you?â
you nod yes, encouraging him to rub you more. your back arches off the bed, hips rolling onto his hand.  your hand reaches for his shorts, tugging at the material.Â
heeseung wastes no time, sliding his shorts down to his ankles. he gives himself a few strokes before sliding into you completely.Â
âyouâre so fucking tight.â heeseung murmurs against your skin, his lips latching onto your neck as he thrusts into your pussy.Â
âharder..â you whine, just inches away from your upcoming orgasm.Â
the pace picks up, heeseung begins rutting into you.  your back pushed into the mattress with every animalistic thrust, legs shaking as your orgasm washes over you. Â
heeseungâs seed pours deep inside you, a string of cum trickling out from your used hole as he pulls out. he plops beside you, panting for air.Â
âyou knowâŠyouâre always welcome in my apartment.â heeseung chuckles, cleaning off your inner thigh.Â
âi am?â you lay your head on his chest, looking up at heeseung.Â
âmost definitely, especially when you need to cool off.â heeseung caresses your back, pulling you close to him as you both sleep into a deep slumber. Â
notes â€ïž ââââ in honor of summer approaching, being nearly done with finals, and finally gaining an ounce of motivation to post. ignore how crappy the smut is, itâs been 3 months since i wrote smut TT
elleâs thoughts â here is part two of this fic from yesterday! you donât have to read part one to understand this part, but i would recommend it because itâs some more yummy jake smut ;) part two is based on this request, so enjoy! i went a little crazy with it.
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You werenât exactly sure how you ended up in the position you were currently in.
It was the next evening, and Jake had you pinned against the eucalyptus tree again, your dress pushed up around your waist. He was between your thighs, one leg hooked over his shoulder, sucking and licking at your wet folds like you were the only thing keeping him alive.
It started innocently enough. Jake had struggled to keep his hands off you all day, especially since your late-night rendezvous at the eucalyptus tree the previous night. You tried to pretend Jake wasnât undeniably horny every time he looked at you, especially given the fact that you were constantly surrounded by his family members, but he was making it very difficult.
However, Jake cracked after dinner, and he tugged you out into the backyard. The sun was still hovering above the horizon, the golden beams filtering through the lush trees, illuminating just how needy Jake was for you. Your heart was hammering in your chest at the idea of being caught, but you hadnât been caught the night before. Surely, nobody would find youâright?
âJake, oh my god,â you breathed, your eyes rolling back as he jutted his tongue in and out of your entrance. You tangled your hands in his hair, slowly rolling your hips against his face to intensify the waves of pleasure. One hand grasped your hip as the other kneaded your breast, and you knew he was going to have you cumming on his tongue before you knew it.
However, you never got the chance. Somehow, neither of you heard the back door open and close or the footsteps of one of his cousins traipsing through the grass. The only thing you heard was the cry of horror that pulled you out of your pleasure and back to reality.
âWhat the fuck?â his cousinâs voice rang through the air.
Jake pulled away from you in a lustful haze, the criminalizing evidence of what he had been doing splattered across his face. He rushed to cover you up, to preserve some semblance of your dignity, but it was too late. His cousin was running back towards the house, and he gave you an apologetic look before running after her.
You stayed rooted to the spot you were in for longer than you cared to admit. You tried to ignore the embarrassment rising in your chest, and you were surprised to feel that tears were beginning to prick your eyes from just how mortified you were. Jakeâs cousin, whose name you did not know, had found you both in a very compromising position, especially given Jakeâs work as an idol and your work as a makeup artist for ENHYPEN. You figured she wouldnât say anything, but the thought still filled you with dread. Your relationship with Jake was a tight-lipped secret, and it had been risky for you to come home with him at all. Both of your careers could be at stake if she said anything.
âY/n?â
You turned your head, looking at your boyfriend as he approached you slowly.
âJakey,â you sighed. He opened his arms for you, and you fell into them. âDid you talk to her?â
Jake slowly traced circles on your back with his slender fingers. âYeah, she said she wonât tell anyone. She also said she wonât be able to look us in the eyes for a couple years.â
You snorted, his words a welcome reprieve from the negative emotions swirling inside you. âWell, I wonât be able to look her in the eyes either. Guess weâll just have to each other forever.â
Jake leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. âGuess so. Anyway, nobody else knows what happened. I made sure of that. We can go back inside and not worry.â
âIâm going to worry anyway, but I appreciate your thoughtfulness,â you said, lifting your head to look at your boyfriend. âBut from now until we leave? Absolutely no sex. No touching. I canât do that again.â
You could see Jakeâs smile waver slightly. âLike, not even kisses are allowed? But we still have four days left until we go back to Seoul!â
âNo buts,â you said, your voice firm. âYou are not allowed to touch me whatsoever until we get back home.â
âOkay, I think I can do that,â Jake breathed. âHow hard can it be?â
Evidently, the answer to Jakeâs question was that it would be extremely hard. Impossible, even.
After one day, you could tell that Jake was struggling, but he was still able to function. After two days, he was having a harder time staying focused on his day-to-day activities. However, by the last day, he looked as if he were dying. His eyes glazed over every time he looked at you, and you had to maintain the distance between you two to ensure that he didnât get tempted. You knew that if he started touching you, he wouldnât be able to stopâno matter who was watching.
âY/n,â Jake said shakily. You were standing in the kitchen, washing dishes after dinner. The rest of his family was outside playing a game of rugby, and you hadnât even realized that Jake had snuck inside until he spoke.
âJake, no,â you stated plainly, not even looking at him. âWe canât be alone, especially here. Weâre going home tomorrow, and I know you can wait.â
âI canât,â he whined. âIâm fucking dying, y/n. I canât think or function right now.â
You looked up at him, and you couldâve sworn you saw tears gathering in his eyes. You had never seen Jake this needy, and you enjoyed it more than you let on. You set down the plate you were washing and gazed up at him through your lashes.
âSo desperate, arenât you, Jakey?â You raised a finger, tracing his abs through his cotton t-shirt as you stared up at him. He shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped his lips.
âY/n, please,â he stammered, his voice high-pitched in a way you had never heard before. âCanât we just sneak into the bathroom? Iâll be fast, I promise. Nobody will even know weâre gone.â
âYou know the rules, Jaeyun,â you whispered, his Korean name rolling off your tongue in the way you knew drove him crazy. âI said no touching, and I meant it.â
You lowered your eyes, and you could see just how hard he was. His clothed length was straining painfully against his pants, and you gave him a small smirk. You slowly moved your hand towards his cock, but you stopped just before you were touching him. You saw him twitch in his pants, and he swore viciously.
âYouâre the fucking worst, y/n,â he whimpered.
âI know, but you love me,â you responded with a shrug. âIâm gonna go join the rugby gameâlooks pretty fun.â
âI canât believe you,â he said, and you could tell just how badly he wanted youâneeded you. However, as badly as you wanted him too, you couldnât risk getting caught again. There were still far too many people still in the house for you to feel comfortable doing anything.
âIâm going to go to the bathroom,â he sighed, palming himself through his pants, and you knew exactly what he was going to do.
âOkay, see you outside?â
Jake nodded tersely, and you watched him turn on his heel and disappear into the bathroom down the corridor. After you heard the door lock, you glanced outside before tip-toeing after him. Once you reached the bathroom door, you stopped, holding your breath as you pushed your ear against it.
Inside, you heard the quiet slick of Jake already jerking himself off desperately accompanied by shallow breaths. You could imagine how he lookedâleaning against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut, shirt between his teeth, and his pants around his knees as he pleasured himself to the thought of you. You felt yourself become increasingly turned on the longer you stood there, and your legs clenched as you heard his breaths turn to full-fledged moans. He was already close.
It was only another moment until you knew Jake had found his release. He let out a series of long, strangled noises as he came, and it took everything in you to not open the door and wrap your lips around his cock, swallowing every drop of his load.
Once he had finished, and you heard him pulling up his pants, you snuck away as quietly as possible before stepping outside, ignoring the intense throbbing between your legs.
When the time came for you and Jake to return home the next afternoon, you found that you were surprisingly sad to leave Jakeâs family and childhood home behind. You had adored getting to spend a week of the holiday season with them, and it was also a welcome break from the December cold in Seoul.
Of course, because of who Jake was, you had to return home in a private jet. He had fought the company, begging them to let him feel like a normal person when returning to his home country, but they had refused to budge. You felt bad for your boyfriend, as you knew he craved a sense of normalcy, but you realized very quickly into your return flight that Jake was now grateful you had been forced to take the private jet.
âY/n,â Jake sang moments after takeoff. You had already cracked open your book, and you were determined to finish it on the flight before returning to your hectic life as a k-pop makeup artist.
âYes, Jakey?â you asked, not taking your eyes off your book.
You felt his fingers graze your thigh, and you shook your head. âAbsolutely not. There are other people on this plane.â
âPlease?â he groaned. âI canât wait any longer. Iâm going to explode.â
You raised your eyes to his slowly, giving him a droll look. âYou can wait ten hours.â
âTen hours!â Jake exclaimed, throwing his head back and letting out a frustrated groan.
âYouâll be fine, Jaeyun,â you told him, returning your eyes to your book. âOnce weâre back home, we can have the best sex of your lifeâI promise.â
Jake sighed before leaning back in his seat, grabbing his phone and beginning to type something.
A few hours later, after dinner had been served and the sun had set, you glanced at Jake to find that you could see the perfectly defined outline of his hardened cock in his pants. His eyes were closed, legs stretched out and hands linked behind his head, but you could tell from his breathing that he was anything but sleeping.
âJake?â you murmured.
âHmm?â he responded, his eyes still closed.
âIs there a reason youâre so hard?â
âNot really,â he said nonchalantly. âJust my incredibly sexy girlfriend sitting across from me on a private jet with nobody else around.â
You found a small smile spreading across your face, and you closed your book and tossed it on the chair next to you. Jakeâs eyes were still pressed closed, and you tilted your head to the side curiously as you took him in. The lights in the jet had been dimmed to allow you to sleep, but at the moment, sleep was the last thing you wanted. Jake's muscles strained against his black shirt and sweatpants, and you absolutely loved the way his broad shoulders tapered down to his incredibly thin waist. He was so incredibly hot without even trying.
You leaned back in your seat, stretching your limbs before extending your leg toward him. You slowly rested your foot atop Jakeâs hardened cock, and you loved the way his entire body stiffened.
âY/n, what the hell are you doing?â he asked, his breath catching in his throat. âI know youâre having fun teasing me, but I donât think Iâll be able to stop myself if you keep this up.â
âWhen did I say I want you to stop?â
Jakeâs eyes opened before narrowing. âAbout four hours ago.â
âWell, that was four hours ago,â you shrugged, rubbing your foot along his length. âThis is now.â
âAre you sure?â he breathed. âI donât want you to feel forced.â
âI think youâve been patient enough that I can reward youâdonât you agree?â
Jakeâs cock twitched against your foot. âI donât knowâyou tell me.â
You lifted your leg, placing it back on the ground and standing. You stared down at Jake, tugging the waistband of your shorts down until they fell to the floor around your ankles, revealing the lacy black thong you were wearing. Jake sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening with desire.
You stepped over to Jakeâs seat, straddling his hips as you lowered yourself down on top of his clothed hardness.
âOh, y/n,â he groaned, raising a shaky hand to your waist. âYou have no idea how badly Iâve wanted this.â
âWell, you know what they say,â you said, slowly grinding your core against him. âAbsence makes the heart grow fonder.â
âDoes it?â
âI donât know, but it definitely makes your dick grow harder.â
Jake snorted a laugh, but it was quickly overtaken by a moan as you increased the pace of your hips. Even through his sweatpants, the tip of his dick rubbed against your clit, and you let out a sinful sound at the delicious sensation. Jakeâs hand found the back of your neck, and he tugged you towards him until your lips crashed together in a frenzy. After the days spent apart, where you werenât allowed to touch, taste, or enjoy each other, all decorum and dignity had disappeared. You and Jake were no longer a k-pop idol and his makeup artist girlfriendâyou were two normal people, desperate to drop your defenses and allow your bodies to finally entwine.
Jake roughly pulled your shirt over your head, and he immediately undid the clasp of your bra before tossing it to the floor and taking your breast into his mouth. You gasped as he nipped the sensitive skin there, his other hand grabbing your ass with more desire than ever before.
âMmph, Jaeyun,â you cried, his tongue swirling your nipple.
His hips bucked as his Korean name escaped your lips, and an animalistic groan radiated from deep in his chest. âSay my name again, baby. Say it for me.â
âJaeyun!â you repeated breathlessly, rolling your hips against him.
âNeed to taste you,â he growled against your breast. Before you knew what was happening, Jake had lifted you up, your head resting in his lap, back arched midair, and legs draped over his shoulders. Jake had never put you in this position before, and you could almost weep from how wonderful it felt when he finally connected his mouth with your slick.
Jake propped you up with his hands, the toned muscles in his arms straining to keep you exactly where he wanted you. He let out a low groan against you as he sucked and licked your clit, and you didnât even bother trying to conceal your moans. Let the flight attendants know what they would see if they entered the main cabinâyou no longer cared.
âAhâah, Jaeyun, shit!â you swore as he used his tongue to repeatedly lick up your center. He slurped up every drop of your wetness, the saltiness spreading across his tongue and making him go crazy for you. You knew how desperate he had been for you during your vacation, and you could imagine no better way to finally release the pent up tension than to have him worship you between your legs.
It wasnât long before you noticed the familiar feeling of your climax spreading within you, starting between your legs before rising into your chest and neck. You let out a harsh cry as you came against Jakeâs tongue, and he lapped up the wetness that gushed from you. His hands tightened around you, the only thing keeping you rooted in reality as the aftershocks of your release left you trembling.
âHow do you feel?â Jake asked, gently lowering you so that you were laying in his lap.
âO-oh my god,â was all you could say. Jake grinned deviously, and he lifted you so that you were sitting in his lap again.
âDo you want me inside you?â he murmured against your ear before nipping it.
âSo bad, Jaeyun,â you shuddered. âMore than anything.â
âItâs good to know that youâre just as desperate as me,â he chuckled, pushing his pants down to allow his already leaking length to spring free. âI was starting to worry.â
âI think Iâm just better at hiding how badly I need you,â you told him before pressing your lips to his. He kissed you hungrily for a moment, rolling your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He then guided your hips to his length, and you lifted your hips just enough to allow him to line himself up with your entrance. Once you felt the familiar sensation of his tip pressed against you, you slowly lowered your hips down, engulfing his aching cock with your wet warmth.
âOh, shit,â Jake groaned slowly, leaning his head back against the headrest as he watched himself disappear inside you. âOh my fucking god, y/n.â
âFeel good, Jaeyun?â you asked, stopping once he was fully inside you. âDid you miss my pussy?â
âMore than anything,â he stuttered. Just like the night before, you couldâve sworn you saw tears in his eyes. However, this time, you said nothing about it. You relished in seeing just how wrecked your boyfriend was for you.
âShould I fuck you?â you whispered, tracing your fingers along the lines of his chest.
âPlease.â
You smirked before you started to move on top of him. Your movements were painfully slow and controlled, and you watched as Jake desperately tried to stop himself from placing his hands on your hips and speeding you up. You wanted him to remember just how lucky he was to have you, even if he hadnât been allowed to touch you the last few days.
âY/n, please,â he whimpered, his eyes full of tears and want. His breaths were shaky, and you wondered if he would actually cry from how badly he wanted you. You decided to figure it out.
âPlease what, Jaeyun?â you murmured, still moving your hips excruciatingly slowly. Your pussy dragged along his cock in a way that you knew would have him feeling every centimeter of you, driving him crazy until he took control.
âPlease let me fuck you,â he said, his tears finally spilling onto his cheeks. âI need it so fucking bad, please, please, please.â
You lifted a hand to wipe the tears from his cheek, and only then did you start to fuck him faster. He immediately let out a series of broken sobs, the sensation of his girlfriend finally allowing him to be inside her sending him to a place he had never been.
You had never seen Jake like thisânormally, he was in control, dominant in a way that you loved. However, when he was deprived of you? You had him weeping and begging just for the chance to feel you around him.
âJesus Christ, baby,â Jake whimpered. You came to a stop atop him, and you looked down at him curiously.
âWhat, Jaeyun? Something wrong?â
âYouâre trying to kill me,â he said, his eyes hazy with tears and lust.
You continued to stare at him, not moving at all, wondering how long it would be until he finally broke. To his credit, it was longer than you expected, but you could tell from the way his breaths became more shallow that he was about to lose himself. And you let him.
When his control snapped, he transformed into a different person entirely. He wrapped his arms around you roughly, pulling you towards him as he began to buck his hips up into you wildly. You let out a series of loud cries with each thrust, his cock slamming into you with a fervor you had never experienced.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Jake sobbed, desperately thrusting you like he would die if stopped. âYou feel sâ fucking good, baby. Oh my god, I love you so fucking much.â
âIâ loveâ youâ tooâ,â your words came out clipped with each snap of his hips, his cock brushing against your cervix while simultaneously rubbing against the spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back in your head. You could feel your hair falling out of your ponytail with each thrust, but you didnât care. Jake absolutely loved when he wrecked you during sex, and now, you were wrecking him too.
âPussy sâ good,â he wept, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your back. âLove fucking this pussy, baby. Itâs all mineânobody else can fuck you like I do, yeah?â
âY-yes,â you stammered. âGod, nobody fucks me like you Jaeyun. Nobody.â
âGood,â he snapped, and you knew that you had activated his possessive side. Jake knew you had been with other men in the past, and it seemed like whenever he remembered that during sex, he became more animalistic than you knew possible. As he ruthlessly fucked you, he lifted his mouth to your neck and bit down possessively. He was marking you as his, and he wanted everyone to know it.
âIâm close, baby,â he groaned against your neck after a moment. âWhere do you want it?â
âOn my chest,â you said breathlessly. Jake continued thrusting wildly, his moans pitching up, before he quickly pulled out of you. As soon as his cock left you, it sprang upward, and you watched as his cum immediately began to shoot from his pink tip.
âJesus fucking Christ,â Jake sputtered, his eyes pressed closed as he painted both of your chests white with his load. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched his dick twitch, more cum than you had ever seen spurting from him with each pulse.
Once he was finally done, he opened his eyes and gaped at what he had done. âJesus,â he panted. âDid I do that?â
You let out a soft laugh. âI think you did.â
âHow the hell are we gonna clean this up?â
You gave Jake a mischievous smirk before lowering yourself down to his stomach and chest. He eyed you curiously, but he immediately let out a soft gasp as you began to lick all the cum from his chiseled torso. You relished in the look he gave you as you licked up every drop, and when you were done, you swallowed before lifting your head once more and kissing him deeply.
âThat was really fucking hot,â he said when you pulled back to catch your breath.
âThen Iâll just have to do it again, wonât I?â
Jakeâs hands traced up and down your back as he looked at you lovingly. âThe cum eating part, or the sex deprivation part?â
âI was thinking both,â you breathed against his lips.
âI think youâre trying to kill me,â he sighed, but when he connected your lips, you could feel just how much he loved and wanted you.
âI guess Iâll stop. If I kill you, whoâs going to fuck me?â
Jakeâs eyes darkened, and his grip became more possessive yet again. âAbsolutely nobody. Youâre mine, y/n. Now and forever.â
context: sunghoon introduces you to his med school friends because he thinks youâd enjoy it, but you have a bad time with them because one of his female peers clearly doesnât like you and makes it obvious. Also, sunghoon *kinda* letting you get it off your chest in private.
includes: age gap, established relationship, med student!sunghoon, undergrad!reader, use of âbabyâ,
rant: I couldnât decide if I wanted Sunghoon to be a law student or a med student, but he gave major wants-to-specialize-in-neurology vibes. The ending feels too rushed for something kinda long đ
Itâs a little late when Sunghoon realizes how quiet you are and has to look over to find you with your head pretty low.
None of his friends seem to notice because theyâre too busy with their own conversation or their drinks, so he uses the opportunity to talk to you more privately.
âTired?â He asks softly, pressing a kiss into your temple as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.
Everything seems to happen at once, so you lag behind on an answer that sounds convincing.
âYeahâŠI amâŠâ you lie, finally picking your head up to meet someoneâs gaze.
But instead of finding his first, you find the eyes of the exact person whoâs making you feel out of place.
Sheâs a newer friend of his, goes to the same school, and is obviously in the same program, but more importantly, sheâs a little too invested in what you and sunghoon are doing.
You can tell she probably didnât know about you and Sunghoon.
Itâs probably why she makes the oddest comments about you and your age or shoots daggers at you when no one else is looking at her.
But instead of thinking about how childish she acts at an age youâd kill to be, her behavior is working to make you uncomfortable in a place youâve never felt 100% in.
And either because heâs a man, or because heâs secure in his relationship, Sunghoon doesnât notice.
Doesnât notice how sheâs making you feel.
Doesnât notice how sweet she is to him compared to the other male classmates they have.
âJust a little longer now, I want to make sure I pay our half.â Sunghoon explains, keeping his arm around you as he rubs your shoulder gently.
And then he turns back to his friends, who are now discussing their summer volunteer plans and want his own.
Youâre left to entertain yourself again with the charm on your phone because it died not too long ago and you have absolutely nothing else to do.
That âlittle longerâ takes nearly an hour to come, and thereâs an extra 15 minutes spent on deciding how the bill will be split.
Youâre already over the entire thing, but then she speaks up again and directs most of her words to Sunghoon and not their entire group.
âIâm so embarrassedâŠI forgot my wallet.â She says, hands coming up to cover her cheeks in shock for a moment before she reaches for her phone.
As if it didnât annoy you that everyone at the table had already been stingy about their halves of the bill, it irritated you more that no one could help cover her and simply ask her to pay them back another time.
And then your boyfriendâyour kind, ignorant, borderline blind boyfriendâcouldnât sit and watch as the group awkwardly sat and waited.
He had to do something.
âItâs okay, Iâll take care of it.â Sunghoon assured, holding his hand out for her to give him the little paper sheâd written down her things on.
âReally? Iâll pay you back, I promise.â She said, but she handed her paper too quickly and too enthusiastically for it not to have been deliberate.
âDonât worry about it, itâs just a few drinks.â Sunghoon assured, mentally adding her total to yours and his.
Even then, he rounded up and ended up paying the most since he was technically paying for three people.
At least it meant she couldnât stay longer; with everyoneâs halves paid, there was no reason to.
You felt drained, both socially and physically, something he began to notice when you didnât care for his little jokes as he opened your door for you.
But he waits until the car starts moving before bringing it up at all.
âSoâŠwhat did you think?â He asks, reaching over for your hand.
âHmm? About what?â You ask, more distant than anything else.
Sunghoon has to look at you twice; youâve always been eager to get ahead, so itâs surprising that you didnât enjoy talking and interacting with his med school friends.
âNothingâŠuhâŠâ he trails, trying to stall as he decides if he should push.
âDid I do something?â He asked, taking the chance to look at you properly at a red light.
You know heâs looking, thatâs why you donât turn.
The last thing you need is to see that adorable look he gets when heâs trying to figure something out while youâre trying to be upset.
âNo,â you say, but it comes out too quickly, a little devoid of your usual tone.
The light turns green, and he has no option but to turn away to start moving again.
He leaves it here for now so he can focus on getting you both home; and he holds your hand the entire way to try and subtly soften you up by the time you do.
It doesnât do much in his favor; youâre still quiet and keeping to yourself up until youâre lying in bed beside him.
In the time it took for you both to make your way up the building, get ready for bed, and actually get into bed, youâve looked at him maybe twice?
And no matter how hard he tries to think about it, he canât remember anything that went wrong at the restaurant.
It takes you to bring something up for him to even consider it a possibility.
âThe girl you paid for, how well do you know her?â You ask, and he can tell youâd previously been holding yourself back from asking the way you turn to face him suddenly with this.
âWe met during orientation, but I didnât start talking to her until recently. Why?â He says, giving you everything you want to know so you canât say heâs hiding anything from you.
âNo reason.â You say, an attempt to turn your back on him again is made, but youâre held in place by just one of his arms.
âNope. Weâre not doing that.â He says firmly, but not rudely.
âI didnât think it would bother you that I did that.â He begins, and when you sigh and close your eyes for a moment, he thinks he guessed correctly.
âI would have done that for anyone.â He adds.
Part of you wants the reassurance, the other doesnât want to lie and make him feel like this is on him; so you decide to tell him the truth.
âThatâs not why Iâm upset.â You admit, not wanting to look at him directly when you go into detail.
âShe kept making comments about me all nightâŠdidnât you hear her?â You ask, looking up for a moment.
âAll I remember is her calling you cuteâŠis that so bad? You are adorableâŠâ he says, one hand playing with the ends of your hair.
âWhen you told her I also wanted to go to med school, she laughed and said I wouldnât survive.â You reminded him.
Sunghoon wants to laugh because he sees it as you taking a comment too seriously, but he doesnât want to make you feel like you canât tell him these things.
âPeople do that, isnât it a trait of all doctors that theyâre all pretentious?â He says, trying to lighten the mood, and he can see how that was the wrong approach almost immediately.
âIf I list everything she said that I didnât like, are you just going to continue making excuses for her?â You ask, nudging him gently so heâd scoot away from you.
âNo, Iâm sorry,â he quickly apologizes, giving you your space but holding his hand out so youâll take it.
And when you do, he brings it up to place kisses on your knuckles.
âAnd Iâm sorry you had such a bad time. If I had known, we would have left early.â He continues, kissing up your arm when he sees how the first few kisses did much to get you back.
âI can make it up to youâŠdo you want that?â He asks, the gap between you closed again as the trail he made led him to your shoulder and then your neck.
âYouâre just trying to make me overlook the fact that you had no idea why I was upsetâŠâ you say, your voice softer because of how this affects you.
âA lot can be true at once, babyâŠâ he says, voice slightly muffled as he settles between your legs and on top of you.
âStop calling me thatâŠâ
âMmmâŠyouâll like that I call you that in a bitâ
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Turns out going from being strictly close friends to dating wasnât all that difficult.
You were still touchy with each other, still hung out, still play foughtâ but now with other stuff too. Now you kiss and it makes your heart beat faster every time you think about all of the kissing because Riki was such a good kisser. You did more than kiss too, of course but the point is that youâre dating.
Itâs like going from regular Spotify to premium.
âBeautifulâŠâ, whispered against your forehead right before he kisses it and biting your lip while you hold your breath is all you can do so you donât scream.
Thereâs so many new sides to each other you see now that you obviously wouldnât have when you were just friends.
For example, Riki who on the outside is cool and quiet is actually the complete opposite in a relationship. Whiny when you donât give him enough attention, whiny when people give you too much attention (like the instagram fiasco). Heâs even clingier nowâ going as far to have an attitude when having to go for long periods of time without you. Completely shameless, he is a man that is not above begging and guilt tripping to make you give in or stay.
âBut the last trip was girls only! Why do you have to go to this one? Itâs like you never miss me at allđ„șđâŠâ
âIâll be so lonelyâŠwhat if I need a hug?â You pinch your lips in to help suppress the smile fighting to show as you look down at the top of his head. Riki lets out a pained groan, shuffling closer on his knees to nuzzle his face harder into your stomach as you wrap your arms around his head.
âBaby, itâs barely two days and you do have friendsââ, another pained sigh and you canât fight the smile anymore. âAsk Kai for a hug if you need one.â He shakes his head so hard, youâre worried heâll give himself friction burn, long arms tightening around you.
âNoooo! I donât wanna hug Kaiâ, he spits his name out like a curse. âI wanna stay with youâŠâ Fuck. Heâs too cute. You might lose this one. Taking a deep breath, you donât say anything else because if you do, youâll give and he knows it.
âPlease, baby?â Resting his chin on your stomach after kissing it, big distraught eyes look up at your swiftly crumbling expression. âStayâ donât make me miss you, love you too muchâŠâ You slam your eyes shut.
K.O. Flawless victory.
He knows heâs won when you cup his face, bangles cool against his cheek when you lean down to place a tender kiss on his lips, softly cooing.
âMy poor babyâ itâs fine, I can stay. For you.â
Soaking up your attention, he can hardly hide his victorious grin as your phone vibrates on the counter while you scatter lip stain all over his face; your friends waiting for a reply that wonât come until much later. The later being after youâre both in bed with him shirtless because itâs on you. Youâre about to go to sleep and heâs wrapped comfortably around you when you gasp, finally remembering,
âI never texted the girls back!â Before you can think about texting them back now, Riki moves you tighter against him, voice low and melodic. âWait until morning? Itâs really late, what if we wake them?â He has a point so you agree to get back to them then.
But donât you know the flight is in the morning? The same flight heâll conveniently make sure you forget all about. It doesnât matter if you already said youâd stay, thereâs nothing wrong with someâŠinsurance.
Whenever either of you cancel on your friends, you have to have a suitable excuse because while going from friends to lovers wasnât difficultâŠ
Keeping your relationship a secret was.
Now, itâs not like youâre ashamed or embarrassed about each otherâ just neither of you were in the mood to hear the âI told you soââs from everyone who knew you. In the end, you just liked keeping each other to yourselves. Plus you got enough flak just for being friends with Riki from girls around campus who liked him and you really didnât want a repeat of the incident from 2 months ago.
It wasnât a party, per se but a loud social gathering with lots of people, loud music, dancing and drinks. You told him itâd be easier to call it a party even though the mass text said get together but Jackson said he was trying to work on his reputation. How calling the very obvious party a not party helped him? You didnât have a single clue.
It wasnât long after arriving that you and Riki split up. He didnât particularly want to be there in the first place but telling you no was never his favorite thing to do so he tagged along under zero pressure when you mentioned it. He ended up upstairs, sipping the second drink heâs had all night talking to a couple of guys he was friends with on the team when he pulled out his phone and saw the time. 12:47. You got there at 11.
He hadnât seen you since 11.
Immediately heâs up, drink abandoned on the table. Different people try to talk to him, unfamiliar faces, random girls with too wide smiles and way too much perfume but he brushes them all offâ moving with single minded intent. As tall as he is, looking over a crowd is easy but his heart is starting to race because he still doesnât see you.
Storming into the kitchen, he looks around. Thereâs a few girls who all turn to look at him when he enters. One even says hi. Theyâre not you so he canât be bothered, walking right back out ready to start yelling your name over the music if thatâs what it takes when someone bumps into his chest with all the force of a sinner trying to run out of hell.
Looking down, his heart begins to slow because itâs finally you. But now that he knows youâre safeâ
âWhere the hell have you bââ, when you look up, youâre crying. Thick tears stream down your face, streaking your makeup that he knows took forever while your chest visibly jumps from all the effort itâs taking you not to sob.
His heart stops.
âI-Iâm sorry butâ, you try to take a deep breath but it only ends in more tears. âWe can go h-home now.â Big hands cradle your face, ignoring everyone around you as he tries to calm you down. Youâd barely been here two hours and you wanted to leave? Not only was that unlike you but you were crying. Crying and you wouldnât look him in the eye.
âWhat happened?â
You keep quiet.
Shaking your head while the answer stays trapped behind your bitten lips. Heâd let it go and take you home straight away but something caused this. He canât let that slide.
âWho did it?â He tries again, voice growing more desperate with each minute that passes where you wonât talk or even look at him.
âBaby, please.â Dark eyes search your face until your red ones look at him.
âTalk to me, look at your pretty faceâ youâre all upset.â Still nothing. He still tries.
âWho did it? Let me fix it.â Your voice is the smallest heâs ever heard it when you ask,
âThen we can go home?â He nods, thumbs brushing your tear-stained cheeks.
âThen we can go home.â After that, you tell him. There was this group of girls you met in the kitchen and you thought they liked you until one of them had suddenly switched up, telling you that youâre lucky to even know him; let alone be friends.
âA-and that you only hang out with me b-becauseâ, the sob that you were holding back breaks as a fresh wave of tears fall down your face. âBecause Iâm a hooker..â as in anyone could pay to have you because you were only worth that much. The look on his face is crestfallen, waiting for you to finish. He doesnât think heâs ever heard you sound so⊠embarrassed.
âI never said anything because you never made me feel bad but do you? T-think Iâm aââ,
He stops you with a gentle kiss to your cheek before you can even think about repeating it.
âI think the world of you.â His voice is so soft, itâs hard to hear over everything but you do. âDressing sexy, being a flirt, wearing makeupâ doesnât make you easy and none of it makes you a hooker. I never say anything about your style because I love it. Fun and cheeky and a little irresponsibleâ, that last part makes you laugh.
âBut itâs all you, baby. Youâre fine as you are.â
You kiss his thumb brushing your lip in silent thanks. Itâs way too intimate and affectionate for people who are just friends but looking back it was probably repressed denial.
âWho told you that anyway?â Riki sounds calmâcasual. Absolutely concerned too but little do you know his heart is pounding in his chest ready to go find to whoever the fuck made you cry. You shrug, itâs hard to remember her name but you tell him what she was wearing and it clicks when he gets her face in his mind.
The girl in the kitchen. The one who said hi to him.
He hands the keys to his car over so you can wait for him while he goes to grab something he âleftâ. You donât find out until weeks later that not only did he tell that same girl that she couldnât be further from his type; and that drunk and high off of every pill on the planet, heâd still never go for herâbut he also told her if she ever so much as looked at you wrong that heâd stop at nothing to ruin any social life sheâll ever have.
To this dayâ whenever you would manage to see her in the hall, sheâd already be turning back around.
That whole scene was a completely new side of Riki youâd never even glimpsed. Such intense protectiveness while staying calming and sweet to you. Then again, he was always sweet to youâŠexcept the week he finally had time and remembered to get condoms after promising to fuck you stupid as soon as he did.
That week you were convinced he seriously was trying to kill you.
You were walking back from mess hall when Niki texts you. Short, simple but vague enough to make you pause in your stride.
Come to mines. Thereâs something I wanna show you.
Heart beating faster, you look around to make sure nobody sees the wide-eyed look youâre staring your screen down with before you make a mad dash out the main entrance. Panting, your fingers fly across the screen as you text back.
Is it for me?
Thereâs a ping less than a minute later. The first is a photo attachment that makes your breath catch and the next is the message.
Only for you, baby. All of it.
By the time you get to your car, you already feel a mess. The tight burn of arousal simmers in your lower abdomen as you start to drip. Itâs embarrassing how youâre hardly able to text him that youâre on your way, fixing your makeup at every red light until itâs even more perfect. After last time, you decided to do lash extensions instead of falsies that wouldnât make it past round 2 with Riki.
Squeezing your thighs together the whole ride there, by the time you actually arrive youâre soaked through. Puffy, wet and so so warmâ clit throbbing with need against the seam of your tight jeans.
Hand to his door, you only get to knock once before it swings open in your startled face and youâre being yanked inside. After toeing off your shoes, he quickly crowds you against the wall. Neither of you say anything right away while Riki takes a slow, good look at you and how gorgeous you look all dolled up the way you always are. He wants to appreciate it a little before he reduces you to the simplest form.
Nerves turn the blood under your skin into an electrical current, pupils steadily dilating as you look at each other, tension thick. Riki breaks first, stepping close to wrap his big hand tight around your throat. Heat slots through your core fast. Slamming into your gut like a cannonballâ heavy and unforgiving. You even start to feel dizzy with how suddenly you catch yourself slipping.
His name leaves you in a breathy plea.
You almost trip over your feet when he drags you even closerâ directly to his mouth to whisper against your lips.
âDidnât I promise to fuck you up as soon as it was safe?â
Riki doesnât wait for you to answerâ laving his tongue hotly across your jaw before suckling open, wet kisses up to your mouth. Cushioning your bottom lip between his lips, his mouth deliciously flush to yoursâ suckling softly before doing the same to your top lip.
Itâs slow. Deliberate.
Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss. Tracing his tongue sloppily across the inseam of your parted lips, dipping inside to lick at the corner of your mouth before moulding his tongue against yours when you moanâ Rikiâs mouth swallowing the sound whole. His other hand caresses down up and down your waist; teasing the underside of your tits with his thumb. Your body is thrumming, livewire as he kisses you like this is the last time youâll ever want him.
If only he knew how much you always did.
When he pulls away, thereâs a thin string of spit connected to your mouths and his lips are tingling because of your plumping gloss. Heâs also hard. Well, he was hard 45 minutes before he even texted you to come over simply because he knew you were coming over. Earlier that week he got hard on a random Wednesday because he knew you were coming over Friday.
Loosening his hold a bit around your throat, the quick rush of oxygen makes you throb. Riki lets out a low purr of approval, relishing the way your eyes glaze over.
âOh youâre gonna be real good fâmeâŠâ Your pulse spikes. Hard.
âJust like you were the first time. Remember, baby?â You nod because you would never be able to physically forget. It took your body days to completely calm down after; your pupils would get huge whenever youâd so much as smell a room heâd recently been in. Youâd feel him when he wasnât even aroundâ dripping wet each time.
Riki smiles when you nod, kissing you one more time before swinging you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeal in favor of taking the familiar route to his room. Feeling giddy, you kick your legs just to annoy him. He huffs out an amused laugh, cracking his hand down hard on your ass to still your squirming, making you gasp.
Thereâs no time to catch your breath though when youâre promptly dropped on the bed, Riki yanks his shirt offâon you right after. Fingers wrap around your ankles as he yanks you down the to the edge where heâs kneeling. Heart pounding, hot puffs of air dance teasingly across your skin with every barely there brush of his pink lips. You shiver at the feeling.
âYâknowâ, A harsh suck to the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your pants has you cutting him off with a needy whine. Riki slots his mouth over each bit of skin he exposes as he peels your jeans off.
âIâve been wantinâ to kiss her forever, babyâŠâ, he rasps.
Nosing down to the center of your wet panties, Riki groans when he sees how wet you are. Arousal darkens the color of your pretty underwear as the fabric clings so much he can see the swell of your clit. Appetizing. Youâre all slick and puffy and you smell so fucking good. Pressing his nose to your cunt, he takes a deep lungful of your scentâ eyes fluttering closed while his cock throbs in response. Yanking his pants down to relieve some of the pressure, he takes another deep drag of your arousal.
âN-Niki! Whatâre you-!â Your voice gets higher in your embarrassment but he canât stop. Even when your fingers twist in his hair, trying to pull him away he stays. Mouth watering, his tongue falls out to lap a hard stripe up your pussy. Pleasure burns hot in your gut, the weight of his tongue dragging your panties against your clit. In a daze, you grind your hips up mindlessly into his face. Hiccuping moans break into a sharp gasp when your panties are torn clean off you so Riki can eat properly.
The effortless show of strength makes you that much wetter, spreading your legs wider as his tongue slips between your slick foldsâ lapping against your drooling hole.
âOoh! F-fuck!â
Your fingers in his hair reflexively tighten, Riki hooking your legs over his his shoulders. Heâs trying not to get too carried away but youâre so addictive. The most delicious wet dream under his hungry mouth as he teases your clit between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth until youâre arching off the bed. Sucking until your pussy is enflamed and sopping.
Gasping cries blend in with the carnal sounds of him actively trying to lick you into a coma. Your head is spinning. You donât know if you want to get away or stay right where you are, body writhing in pleasure. Itâs not like it doesnât feel goodâ the problem is that itâs too good and a possible threat to your sanity.
âNiki!â His name is ripped from your throat in a visceral cry. Body shaking, you beg as coherently as you can to get a break or at least get him toâ
âN-notâ, your voice cracks, âDonât suck so harâah!â
Separating from your bud, Riki kisses the string of spit connecting him awayâŠriiiight before his fat tongue forces its way inside you, writhing and probing against all the right places. Fuck. Your brain turns to mush. A choked moan gets trapped in your chest, thighs quivering. It feels like youâre going crazy. Tensing then relaxing, involuntary bleats escaping when you try to grit your teeth and withstand it.
You canât tell which is louder; Riki or your pussy. Rikiâs sure itâs more than likely him. Heâs always been a messy eater on his best day but when he gets his mouth on something heâs been craving? Good luck, babe. Big hands tighten around your waist as he burrows his face deeper between your thighs. You wail, pleasure racing through you when he slips his tongue out your hole only to run devastating long strokes up your slit before lapping at your perky clit in hungry licks before plump lips wrap tight around it.
His earlier vow not to get carried away is nothing but a distant memory now. Hardly a notion.
The taste and smell of you is addicting. You as a whole was another type of hypnotic entirely and that was before he even knew how you looked falling from the highs of vicious ecstasy. But now, ever since having taken you into himself, itâs through you that this new season has unlocked inside of him. You darken the black of his very pupils.
Itâs why heâs so starvingâ so hungry even though youâre pooling into his mouth, sensitive everywhere throbbing beneath his tongue. Itâs primal, Riki eats you like heâs trying to tear you apart but he canât help it. He just wants you so bad and now heâs drowning in you.
Wrecked moans taper into pleading sobs. Hot tears stream down your face as your cunt tightensâ pulsing wildly against his ravenous tongue until all the pressure just gives, soaking his mouth when you cum.
Obscene moans and the wet smacking of his lips fill the room but you barely hear it over the ringing in your cotton filled earsâ cumming so hard you think you pull something. Each struggling breath prolongs the storm of melting bliss, coating you inside out in a thick haze of heat until you go boneless.
Pinpricks of over sensitivity kick in when he slows down instead of stopping entirely. Youâre a gasping sweating, limp mess on his bed as you try to catch your breath and get your limbs to remember their functions. Whining, your fingers in his hair pushy weakly.
âO-okayâŠâ, another lazy lick up your folds, âEnouggghhhââ, Riki looks up and you and falls all over again. Panting through bitten kiss-swollen lips, your hair is mussed, hard nipples poke through your top while your chest heaves and your makeup has started to run a bit. In a rush of heady musk and sugar, your beauty spirals into disarray. Heâs purring at this point, kissing your lips one more time before actually separating. Nuzzling your inner thigh contently, he rasps,
âSâ just licking her cleanâŠâ. You hold back a scoff. For him to sound so docile like he didnât just almost lick her off your body is crazy.
Warm pillowy lips make their way up your body in succulent kissesâ pausing just long enough to strip your shirt off then his mouth is back to it. Brushing across your collarbone, you pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself with a needy hum. Reaching down, youâre not surprised to find him rock hard butâŠ
âWhyâs your dick so wet? Wait, d-did youâ!â
Riki doesnât let you finish because yesâhe did but heâd rather be stretching you out then explaining how he came from sucking you off. He doesnât answer, making sure your earlier question is forgotten; lost to your moan when he slips two fingers in. Thick digits curve up on every sloppy thrust inside youâ bullying spots you had trouble even grazing. The wetness is audible, echoing in the room with your whoreish moans.
He wasnât sure before but as his fingers brush between your cheeks to your other holeâ wet from your cum and his spitâhe is now. Grinding his fingers in dizzyingly hot pulses, Rikiâs voice is wicked. Low and smooth when he purrs out,
âNo plug today, pretty girl?â
Your mind goes blank.
âThatâs fine, I know exaaactly how my sloppy holes like beinâ stretched outâŠâ.
A third finger squeezes inside, spreading you wonderfully. Shivers wrack your body, wet babbles stumble over your tongueâ trying to say something, anything. What that something is, you canât remember with the way Riki is abusing that aching spot inside you. Greedy eyes take you in, hissing when the hand around his cock tightens, jerking him in uncoordinated strokes.
Youâre forced to let go when Riki takes his fingers out to maneuver your legs over his shoulders, pants taken completely off sometime earlier. Tapping the fat, dripping head of his dick on your clit, he almost forgets to reach above you to grab a condom from the small table closest to the bed. Your mouth goes a little dry because heâs big. You saw earlier but itâs still a bit intimidating.
âPick a hole, baby.â Riki husks down at you, ripping the foil open with his teeth, he rolls it over his lengthâ moaning in unison with you when he slaps it against the heat of your drooling cunt again as you scramble to decide. Unfortunately and unproductively, your lunatic tendencies kick in. The same ones that had you talking back before emerges to pant outâ
âWhy donât you pick?â
Teeth flash in a ravenous grinâ downright wolfish as he leans down to suck a kiss to the inside of your left knee. Somewhere between the gleam in his eye and the grin should have been your first warning.
âBecause if I doâ, he kisses your right knee, âIâm picking both and lickinâ em clean when Iâm done.â The shocked look on your face is adorable but heâs being serious. You will be absent for the rest of the day and a few of the ones after if you let him pick. Thatâs the general warning. To you? Itâs a challenge.
âPick then.â Looking at him daringly through your lashes and smeared eyeliner that had been a taste of the ruin to come. Riki has to close his eyes, take a deep breath.
Heâs in the middle of counting when you rake your nails down his chest, cooing breathlessly at the red streaks left behind. His eyes snap open when he hears a whiny moan, looking down to find you playing with your nipples. Flicking and squeezing until it almost hurts, staring into his blown pupils with your own. Closing his hand around your throat, Riki feels the racing of your pulse while you squirm.
âNuh-uh, none of that. Keep talkingâ, positioning himself at your twitching hole, he squeezes harder. âGet it all out right now, babyâ before your messy cunt does all the talking for you.â
Again, you canât seem to help yourself. Donât give a second thought to the last straw you trample over with the next sentence.
âYâwant me to beg? Beg for you to fuck me so hard that Iâm squirtinâ all ov- nngh!â
Maybe it was your voice, or the way your softness felt underneath him, smooth hands running over him or how he felt sliding between your swollen pussy lips getting wetter with each rock of his hips while you messed with him like the spoiled little thing you are. Whatever it was, it didnât matter. Not when heâs slamming into your crybaby pussy in one merciless thrust.
He might as well have pressed a reset button on you. Jaw dropped open in a piercing wail, your spine arches at how full you are so fast.
âO-oh godâ!â Thatâs all you can get out through your choked sob when Riki grinds his pelvis thatâs flush to yours against your clit while simultaneously kissing that spot inside you that makes you tighten more. Slick dripping onto his covers. Youâre so cuteâ struggling to take him and talk your shit even while your cunt cries around him. Heâs almost inclined to take it easy on you. Key word is almost.
âThatâs right, babyâŠâ
Pulling out a little more so thereâs more of that spine tingling pleasure when he slams back in, setting a heavy pace.
âGo ahead and cry for himâŠâ, The grip on your throat tightens as he uses it to slam you down with each thrust before folding you in half so he can kiss you. Needs to kiss you. His mouth is as devouring as it always is, nipping your lips before licking into the wet space to suck your tongue feverishlyâ pulling away with a filthy grin as he reaches down to strum your clit.
You really start making noise then. Hot, twitching walls squeeze him like slick fist making him growl against your drooling gloss smeared lips, wearing half of the glittery stuff on his own face but most delightfullyâ
âThere you goâ thereâs my good girlâ, The praise is breathed in your gasping mouth; heady sweetness dripping of his words as you lose your mind.
Heâs so fucking deep.
Youâre completely incoherent when he decides to latch on to one of your puffy nipples and sucksâ broad tongue swirling greedily around the bud. Chest caving, a sharp moan bolts from your lips at the stinging bliss and the sound makes Riki suck harder.
Rolling the puffy nub between his teeth, he closes down to biteâ searing pain sweetens the lightening racing up your spine as you cry out. Youâre so soft, so wet and lovely beneath him; sensitive body jerking spastically while he fucks you until you canât tell if youâre one person or his entirely. Sobbing out almost tortured groans and whimpers as he gives your other nipple the same treatment. Sucking it like a pacifier before teasing it between his teeth and bitingâ soothing the leftover sting with generous laps of tongue and another disgustingly deep grind in your pussy.
âI-IâŠ!â You try. You try like hell to tell him that youâre gonna fucking cum but fail because of how tight heâs choking you. The lack of oxygen heightens your sensitivity as your voice breaks and itâs music to his ears. He shifts inside a little and can tell where you end immediately. Weak hands grab his wrist before he watches your eyes roll back, blissed out. The sight drives him crazy.
âBeinâ so fuckinâ goodâ, lean hips move faster as your nerves scatter. âMy good, pretty little slut letting me fuck her just how we needâ! Sâfuckin tightâŠâ Each pulpy slam of his hips becomes stickier and stickier so he looks down and curses, almost blows his load at the sight. Youâre creaming. Hard. Milky slick bubbling around the base of his cock, making a mess on him as you gasp and cry for him.
Words canât touch how good you feelâ floating as Rikiâs fat cock carves you out, absolutely battering that gooey spot inside you. At this rate, youâll cum until you faint from the way he makes you take it.
Riki groans, rutting into you harder as he looks at your fucked out expression.
âGoddamn if you could see you right now- fuck-â he curses as he feels another wave of slick pour out of your cunt. This time heâs generous enough to let go of your windpipe so you can rasp out his name through wet keens.
âN-Niki!â
âYeah, baby? Talk tâmeâ, Heâs being an ass with how he talks down to you this time. You both know the chances of you responding coherently are slim with your eyes fighting not to roll back into your skull in bliss but he keeps it up anyways.
âIâm listeningâŠ.â, and you know that but heâs fucking into that little nook andâ âGonna cum?â A gurgled moan and dead weight is his answer.
âYeah, you are.â
Grabbing your hips, he moves your legs higher on his shoulders as he slams you down to meet his thrusts, reveling in the way you warble his nameâ using you like a cock sleeve and youâre pulling him to your mouth because you really are at your limit. Meeting you in the middle, Riki gives you a sloppy kiss, heat burning through his gut while getting closer to the edge with you.
âSooo deepââ, you slur out, hearts in your eyes as he rolls his hips in a nasty grind that ends up being the final nail in your coffin. Eyes finally fluttering back and before you can warn himâ hot squirt is suddenly splashing against Riki as he fucks you boneless. âOh, good girl..â Fingers move faster against your poor clit. âTheerrre you go, sweetnessââ, Baby names pendingâŠ
Despite hitting the eject button on your soul, Riki doesnât stop.
âShhh, mânot too deepâ, the rough drawl has a warm jolt of electricity light up your spine. Pressing a heavy hand down on your stomach until he feels that familiar hardness and you jerk hard, biting your lip to keep from screaming but what kills is the cooing lilt his voice takes on.
âSee?â Riki teases against your lips, drilling your sweet spot raw with syrupy cockhead kisses.
âIâm juuust right for herâŠâ Pressing another juicy kiss to your lips, Riki cooes at the hearts in your eyes as you fight to stay with him.
âBet it feels real good, hmm baby?â He purrs, hips continuing to pump against yours while he puts you through the mattress and you cry out. High and wrecked, the cockdrunk need in the sound makes his cock throb viciously inside you. âBit of aâ ah! t-tight fit but itâs exactly what she needs, prettyâ.
Your body is almost vibrating under all the stimulationâ pressure building up like a valve wound too tight and Niki rails you like heâs trying to release it. He growls as another gush of wetness bubbles around his length where youâre connected.
âMmm, is it good?â Groaning with a sloppy kiss in your ear, Riki eases up on your throat so you can answer and when you do, you sound as wrecked as you feel. Words sappy and weighted,
âFeels-â, you smuggle in more air, raspy whine sweet as cotton in his ears. âFeels goodâ, You sound foreign even to yourself and the pure wantâ âSo bigâ hurts so good!â Itâs uncensored and unrefined and itâs so fucking hot he pummels you even harderâ makinâ sure to get niiiiiiice nâ deep, rubbing himself against your spot until he feels your pussy kiss around him.
âJust donât know when to keep that pretty mouth shutâ, Riki grunts. You watch pleasure pull him apart at the seams through tearily glazed eyes, creamy cunt gripping him deliciously. Each twitching pull of your impending orgasm brings him closer to his own end. Heart pounding, itâs like you canât get close enoughâ just craving him. Youâve gone limp now in your blissed out deliriumâ eyes rolled to the back of your empty skull letting your best friend and boyfriend knock every screw you have totally loose before heâs laying himself flat on top of you, body weight luscious and crushing as heâs molding the hard contours of his sweaty body against your soft ones.
Thereâs a bit of maneuvering but Riki manages to hook your legs even deeper over his shouldersâ rocking his hips forward to hit somewhere deeper, tender, hotter andâ
How you wail will leave his ears ringing for days.
Wet muscle of your sodden walls push and pull as liquid jets out of you with a force so strong you nearly blackout.
Ears ringing, the lack of oxygen doesnât make the overwhelming euphoria any easier to deal with. Your moans are nothing short of feral. Visceral and grippingâ hungry pussy leaving rings of sloppy cream around Rikiâs cock and thatâs the last he can take.
His consuming mouth is back on yours with a vengeance as his heart races, hips slamming into yours in a filthy rhythm. Even with his tongue down your throat, mouth suctioned to yoursâ carnally feral moans still bleed through, engorged cock throbbing violently inside the syrupy hole heâs shoved into when he lets go. Ballooning the condom inside you with how much he cums.
By the end of it, youâre floaty, sweaty and breathless and youâve never felt better while heâs thinking about whether Blue Nile or Jared Jewelers has the better engagement rings. He also wonders if he should tell you before or after you catch your breath to tell you heâs not done with you yet.
He still remembers all that showing off you did the last time. Spreading yourself before winking your sloppy holes at him, begging him to fuck you dumb. It got him so bad he was taking consecutive cold showers for almost four days until he finally got a break between the team and classes to go shopping. Thoughts drifting to you while he was out on one of his rare days off when he remembered right there in the ramen isle: condoms + hot girlfriend who likes anal = endless opportunities.
Heâs pretty sure he scared the cashier from how happy he looked buying 6 boxes of XL condoms with a starry grin on his face but honestly he was just happy he didnât pop one in target. It was all worth it though because it got you to nowâ thoroughly enjoyed on his bedsheets.
The next couple minutes are heavenly as Riki loves all over youâ soft lips and sumptuous kisses until youâre melty and pliant. Easing your legs down from his broad shoulders, Riki eases himself out of you to slip the rubber off and toss in the bin next to his nightstand. Laying fully on top of you and you purrâ arms coiling around him in a soft embrace. Yet as pleasant as the moment isâ Riki has to (affectionately) ruin it. Kissing your pulse point, he nips your ear, whispering lowly.
âTurn aroundâŠâ
Huh? You look at him like heâs crazy. Brows furrowed in disbelief.
âI-â, you donât even have the capacity to articulate properly. âI didnât hear that.â Riki laughs, breathy and dangerous, sucking more hot kisses all over your jugular. You sigh to hide your moan, trying to at least look inconvenienced but your traitorous pussy clenches.
âYou heard me the first time cause Iâm not telling you again, babyâ turn around.â Holy shit.
Itâs no surprise that you find yourself on your knees, ass raised and back arched with your chest to the bedding. Behind you, Riki lets out a starved groan, looking at the wetness dripping off your everything deliciously. Like a reflex, he brings his hand down on the soft fat of your ass, biting his lip at the jiggle.
âSo beautifulâ, he whispers against the stinging skin. âGonna fuck this hole so goodâŠâ
Your stomach drops to the chasming heat in your core. Riki eats up every little reaction you give him as your back arches when his fingers press against your asshole. Fingering at the wet, pink little pucker just above your stretched cunt, already dripping with the juices from your pussyâ hole yielding perfectly beneath his fingers. Tiny and tight and eager.
Riki eyes it hungrily, cock pulsing when you ask nervously,
âThink itâll fit?â
Oh, he knows itâll fit. Heâll make it fit. Youâre his mouthy little anal slut and he knows youâll be begging for it like a bitch in heat so he pushes in a cum slick finger; right up to the knuckle, then another one, pulling them both apart so he can see your twitching wet insides. âSo sexy,â he rumbles, a distinct heat rising in his neck. His entire body is on fire with the need to fully claim each one of your holes. He takes his time fingering you open, marvelling at how soft and gooey you are to the point where he has to know.
âDid you play with her today?â
You shake your head.
âOnly prepâ Just lube a-and my fingersâ didnât have time for toysâ, your voice is wrecked from everything he put you through earlier but the hoarseness suits you, especially now.
âMmmâ, he murmurs, twisting his finger inside as he brings his thumb back to your clit, âCanât go a day without something up here, huh?â
You gurgle incomprehensibly against pillows, eyes rolling and tongue going slack as Riki adds yet another finger. The arch in your back deepens; pushing out your ass begging to be filled with more than just fingers, even though youâd been screaming barely a few minutes before. âF-fuck meâŠâ
âWhatâs that, sweetheart?â He says it like that on purpose, cocking his head to the side and shoving his fingers in as deep as theyâll go, watching in delight as your asshole stretches around the intrusions, cunt quivering. âWhat do you want?â Oh that little jackassâ he was going to make you say it. You knew heâd get you back for smart mouthing him earlier. However, your want to cum from your ass outweighs your pride.
âFuck me, pleaseee NikiâŠâ
Unable to hide his satisfaction, Niki smirks. âTell me where you want it.â Hissing, he hooks both thumbs into your hole and stretches it open, spitting into it as if marking his territory. Itâs dirty. Depraved. So why are you handing him another condom and spreading yourself for more?
Riki doesnât make you wait any longer once the condoms on. With a feral groan, he directs his cock to your asshole and pushes inâ the tight ring of muscle yielding under his force. The mouth watering blissful pain of something so big splitting you open shorts your brain as Riki sinks in with one long, deep thrust.
Distantly, you both remember that heâs the first person to get to do this to you. Possessiveness settles deep and crushing into his chest as he grips tighter. Deliriously, you feel so full with Rikiâs cock in your ass that you melt. Moaning shakily with a mouthful of pillow.
âReady fâme to fuck you stupid?â
He doesnât wait for you to answer because he knows what the answer is. Gripping your fat ass in both hands he draws out his cock, greasy and dripping in a mix of your juices, until only the head is spreading your deliciously raw hole open. Then he slams in, hard, sending the most gorgeous shriek rolling from your tongue. Body shaking with dry, heaving sobsâ your insides flutter and clench impossibly tight.
âIâm gonna die,â your slurred keen drawls listlessly. Your mind fades. As soon as Rikiâs cock had slid into you your brain had switched off; leaving you vulnerable to the most carnal sensations. Your body is trembling, burningâeach organ churning and each bone rattling like trees in the wind. Fingers twitching weakly at the covers.
Gone.
Youâve been utterly and completely wiped blank.
With enough effort you might be able to go on with life after this, but you know it will never be the same. Youâll spend your days daydreaming about eternity in this moment. Reliving flashbacks until your body reacts and your knees go so weak with pleasure you almost collapse.
Niki rears over you, hips starting up an unforgiving pace. With each brute thrust you grow limper, melting like warm honey beneath his hands and itâs beautiful.
âTold you itâd fit,â Niki groans, feeling you choke his dick like a vice. âTold you itâd fit and now look at youâ, he pants, âLoving itâŠâ
He has you in the palm of his hand, perfect and sweet and hes pumping and thrustingâ pounding until youâre dripping and destroyed and as succulent as ripe fruit ready to burst.
Gripping your hips, Riki bends himself over the your pliant form, once again using his weight to drive the full force of his thrusts deep into you; licking a rough, wet stripe from mid-spine to the nape of your neck. At the shift of angle you let out a weak scream, shoulders shuddering.
âProbably gonna cum too, yeah?â
You choke on something that doesnât even sound whole, dripping messy rivulets of slick all over his balls.
âThatâs what I thoughtâŠâ
Muscles draw tight as he feels you cum beneath him. You cum on a scope so intense he half expects you to begin foaming at the mouth but all that spills from between your lips is thick, viscous drool. Your sweet face is contorted in pleasure, hair glowing and dishevelled, body shining and slick with sweat and cum as it thrashes. Soft hips hump back wildly on his cock, spraying that same liquid as beforeâ drenching you both to the point where the bedding is soaked through.
A sound leaves you â some sort of sound â but itâs foreign to his ears; almost animal in nature, something inexplicably deep and primal. Itâs a noise that sets his entire body alight, a deep rumble echoing in his bones.
âF-fuck, babyâ, Heâs so close. âTake itâŠâ
Rikiâs grip is iron as he fucks himself in the tight, sucking grip of your ass until release breaks through. Throwing his head back with a ruined groan, molten heat washes over him as holds himself deep inside you and cums. Heavy ball draw up tight as he releases load after load, flooding the condom to the point itâs leaking out the sides and dripping in thick white globs onto the unsalvageable sheets. Itâs so good. Youâre so good. Each tendon in his neck is taut, each vein pulsing against the skin. You cum again at the sensation, jerking weakly beneath Riki, half sobbing into the wet pillows pressed against your face.
The room is sweltering by the time youâre officially done. Consciousness dips in and out while you try to stay awake but itâs a swiftly losing battle. You canât feel your legs or your back. Rikiâs still nuzzling into the back of your shoulder blades until he notices how still you are.
Turning you gently onto your back, he takes one look at your face and decides heâll tell you later youâre spending the night. Peppering soft kisses to your cheeks, he calls your name until your eyelids flutter back open and his heart soars in relief.
âOh god there you areâ, heâs like a big dog as he smooches wet kisses all over your face. âI thought I killed you.â A punched out wheeze slips free. You donât even have the energy to muster sarcasm.
âI thought you were trying to.â
He at least has the decency to look sorry, hands massaging down your body to checkâ âDoes anything hurt?â You shake your head slowly, another wave of dizziness hitting you before your eyes slip shut on his panicked expression.
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When you finally wake up, youâre clean and dry on a soft surface thatâs also dry in a huge shirt with a sizeable weight on top of you. Moving, a sharp twinge races up from your lower regions making you hiss. The sound alerts the one on top of you as your face is suddenly being held and you find very big, very guilty eyes staring back at you.
âBaby!â You feel bad for thinking how cute he is all worried like this. âIâm so sorryâ, squirming on top of you, Niki is practically in your lap apologizing as he scoots back a breath to hand you a cold bottle ofâ
âOrange Gatorade?â He nods, kissing your forehead before nuzzling back into your neck.
âYeah. Itâs supposed to help with electrolytes and stuff.â The confused look doesnât ease off your face so he continues,
âYâknowâŠsince you lost a lot of fluiââ, slapping a palm over his mouth you nod sharply.
âYep. I get it.â He watches you expectantly and thatâs when it clicks. Heâs waiting for you to drink it now. Handing the bottle back so he can open it, you take a few sips, humming at the light taste before leaning up to kiss him, voice soft and soothing.
âItâs good. Thank you for taking care of me, Nikiâ.
Rikiâs heart does that strange thing it does when heâs around you. Like it flips before bursting into a cloud of butterflies and heâs so glad you like him back like this. You scared him so bad when you just passed outâ unresponsive no matter how many times he called your name and the only thing he had to soothe him were the deep, rhythmic rises of your breathing.
Your hands rake through his now clean hair as he tightens his hold around you, suddenly sleepy in the warmth of your company. His voice is uncharacteristically vulnerable when he asks, pressing a similar tender kiss to the back of your other hand in his.
âCan we stay like this for a little bit?â
You nod but you canât help but wonderâŠ
How long should you date before you tell him that heâs welcome to stay forever?
! Didnât like this as much as I thought I would so genuinely apologizing bc I might delete soon(like very soon) wait nvm I just didnât like the colors lmao
