Warnings â idol!boyfriend!Changbin x blackfemale!reader, pet names (baby, binnie, babe) nasty oral (f. receiving), reader has a wap, multiple orgasms, little bit of fluff.
Word count â 1722
Music sounded out in the background through a speaker. Changbin had walked into their bedroom to his girlfriend listening to a playlist that included only her favorite love songs ever, while cleaning her closet, her favorite pink bonnet covering her curly hair. That just had to be a sign.
She smiled at him as soon as she spotted him and before she even had a chance to greet him properly, his lips were on hers.
Currently, 'For certain' by PARTYNEXTDOOR played between the four walls, but, truthfully, the couple wasn't paying attention to it. Not when his face was buried in her soaked pussy.
Y/N tried her best to stay still as her man practically devoured her, however, Changbin was relentless. He had been wanting her since he first woke up, so as soon as he got back from the studio, he knew what he had to do.
So, that's how she ended up on their bed, spread open for him as he gripped her thighs in his hands.
"B-BABY, PLEASE!" She begged him, but really didn't know why. Y/N knew he wasn't going to stop until he felt like he had had enough of her.
He had been going at her for maybe a little under five minutes at that point. And though he hadn't made her cum yet, she was right on the edge of her release.Â
One of her hands gripped onto his soft dark hair, while the other played with her tits. Her head was thrown back, but she would occasionally lift it to look down at him while Changbin made a feast out of her.
He would slurp all her juices into his mouth before letting them drip back onto her heat and then continuing the assault with his tongue. And, really, Y/N thought he was trying to end her life at that moment.
She couldn't hold back her sounds of pleasure. Her moans rang in his ears and just motivated him to continue. He was so focused on making her cum and when he was able to read the signs that it was happening soon, he went insane.
He rapidly flicked his tongue against her clit and then ran it up and down her slit before attaching his lips to her bundle of nerves that he suckled into his mouth. His strong hands played with the skin of her legs and she could so clearly hear him drinking down her essence as it came out of her, even over the beautiful voice of Summer Walker.
Changbin couldn't stop himself. She just smelled so good and tasted even better, he couldn't get enough of her. The rapper was utterly obsessed with this woman.
And the feeling was more than mutual. She had known it for quite some time. I mean, how could she not? All it took was a shy smile from him and she would lose all reasoning. She just loved him so much.
Changbin hummed into her pussy and that was all it took for her to climax. The girl trembled under his hold as she screamed out his name while grinding her heat into his face. And Changbin welcomed it, flattening his tongue out and allowing her to move on her own as her orgasm finally came to life.
He made sure to keep his eyes on her for as long as he could. There was no way he was going to miss the look on her face when he made her cum. The way her brown eyes rolled back as she threw her head back. He just loved the sight.
'Power Trip' by J. Cole and Miguel suddenly became clear in her ears again and Y/N released a heavy sigh as if she had been holding her breath for a long time.
When she came down, her hips stopped on their own and she tried her best to calm her rapidly beating heart.
Her climax didn't stop Changbin from touching her, however. He massaged the flesh of her inner thighs while laying soft kisses on her pulsating clit.
"O-Okay, Binnie⊠OkayâŠ" She panted as she tried to move up on the bed. She just needed him to let her breathe. She had already finished. What else could he possibly want from her?
Changbin furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed she was trying to scoot away from him, so he pulled her back to where she initially was, causing a gasp to leave her lips.
"Did I tell you you could move?" He gritted through his teeth, staring her in the eyes, but he wasn't looking for an answer from her. "You know I hate being interrupted while I'm eating."
And with that, he got back to work, his tongue separating her folds to find her sensitive spot again â the little ball of nerves that had her brain melting. He made sure to pay extra attention to it.
"F-FUCK!" She cried out at the sensation, as SZA's beautiful voice was heard in the background of Y/NÂŽs sounds of absolute pleasure.
At that point, Y/N could feel her juices leaking down in between her buttcheeks. His tongue continued to lap at her as she soaked the bed under her. Changbin was trying his best to restrain her but she just couldn't stay still.Â
Changbin's hands gripped the back of her knees and pushed her legs up until her calves were next to her ears. He kneeled on the bed and began moving his head from side to side.
She played with her breasts while moans continued to spill out of her mouth and her man hummed into her, delighted with her taste.
He was unstoppable. All that was going through his mind was to make her cum again. Changbin absolutely loved the way she whimpered for him every time. How she barely managed to hold herself together as he continued to bring her closer and closer to her desired release. Her cries harmonized with the sounds of 'Damage' by H.E.R..
He groaned when she gripped his hair in desperation. Y/N just needed something â anything â to hold on to as her boyfriend tried his best to kill her. Well at least that's what she thought he was doing.
The sounds he made when he slurped her up were the definition of ungodly.
He hummed along to the tune of 'Always' by Daniel Caesar before pulling away for a brief second. He heard her let out a loud sigh of release, thinking he was finally done. When she went to close her legs again, the look in his eyes completely erased that thought from her mind. Y/N knew he wasn't finished with her.
"You see this shit, Y/N?" He asked, running two fingers up and down her drenched slit. "This pussy will end me one day." Changbin continued with a shake of his head.
"I love it so much, baby." He mumbled into her pussy. "So good." He finished before going back to drinking her down like she was the source of life itself.
His hands that had been running up and down her legs in a soothing manner moved to grip her booty. He smacked it with both hands before jiggling it.
"Baby, it's so good." She moaned, following it with a gasp when he sucked her clit back into his mouth.Â
Her back arched off the bed and she just knew she was about to cum again. Especially with how unforgiving he was in his actions. The man acted like he had been starved for the last week. His head moved up and down, making sure to lap at every single drop coming out of her.
"FUCK, I'm gonna c-cum!" She moaned, now holding onto the back of her knees and spreading her legs for him.
Her eyes were stuck on him. Y/N watched intently as her boyfriend ate her out. She couldn't look away as he worked her with so much passion it seemed as if he was chasing his own orgasm.
"Gimme that shit, babe." He demanded. After working so hard, Changbin just thought he deserved it so bad to see her unraveling for him one more time.
"Baby, p-pleaseâŠ" She begged, but her pleas were falling into deaf ears. Bin had blocked everything out as he focused only on bringing her to completion.
The pressure inside her became too much and Y/N could feel the pit of her stomach burning with the sweet pleasure she had become accustomed to in the hands of the rapper.
"OH MY GOD!" She sobbed as it finally became too much.
Her toes curled as she threw her head back against the bed, all while moaning the name of the man who had worked so hard for her release. Her hands went back to grip at his hair as she cried out for him.Â
Changbin let go of her and allowed her to grind her pussy against his face as she prolonged her orgasm. Her breathing was out of control and Y/N felt like she was about to lose her shit.
When she finally managed to calm down, he pulled away and made his way up the bed to hover over her body, arms on either side of her head as he watched her settle down after such an intense orgasm.
His lower face was soaking wet, but he made no efforts to clean it up. Changbin leaned down to kiss her again and her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, fingers running through his soft hair while she reciprocated the kiss. A hum leaving her lips when she tasted herself on him. Smooth legs locking him in place when she closed them around his waist.
ă°êŻÛÛÛŁŰă°êŻŰŰ đŠarnings: MDNI, overstimulation, unprotected sex, edging, mild ass play, rough sex, fingering, oral sex (f!rec), orgasm denial, hair holding, creampie, tipsy sex, lmk if moree
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You had been in love with Jay Park since the second year of high school.
It started as something quieter than a crush â a slow, warm pull every time he leaned over your desk to show you a riff on his phone, or when he'd wait for you after class with one earbud dangling, offering the other so you could listen to the same song.
He was always cool, a little sharp with his humor, but never cruel.
He remembered the small things: how you liked your coffee, the way you fiddled with your sleeves when you were nervous, the fact that you secretly wanted to learn guitar even though you were convinced your fingers were too clumsy.
Two months had passed since graduation, and the two of you had slipped into this strange new version of adulthood.
No more uniforms, no more bells dictating your day. just late nights, cheap takeout, and the growing tension that neither of you had named.
You told yourself it was just a silly, accumulation of caring over the years.
But lately it had become something heavier. needier.
Because it wasn't just his smile or the way he looked at you like he could read every thought behind your eyes.
It was the guitar lessons.
Every few nights you ended up in his room â that warm, low-lit sanctuary at the back of his aparment.
Soft golden lighting, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with wood polish and whatever bottle of wine he'd opened that evening.
He'd sit behind you on the bed or on that worn leather stool, chest brushing your back as he guided your fingers along the fretboard.
His voice would drop low when he corrected your posture, breath warm against your ear.
And every single time, you left that room wet, aching, and painfully aware of how badly you wanted more than just his hands on yours.
Tonight, that ache felt louder than usual.
The restaurant was still buzzing when you all stepped outside.
The four of you had taken over a corner table for nearly three hours â pasta plates half-empty, bottles of soju and beer scattered like evidence.
Heeseung had been the calm anchor as always, laughing deeply at Jake's ridiculous stories about his latest failed attempt at cooking.
Jake, true to form, had been loud and playful, teasing you about how red your cheeks got after your third glass.
"Alright, i'm tapping out" Heeseung said, stretching his arms above his head. he grinned at you and Jay. "you two heading back too?"
Jake slung an arm around your shoulders for a second, giving you a quick squeeze. "don't let Jay bore you to death with more guitar talk."
You laughed, the sound a little loose from the alcohol. "too late. i think i'm officially addicted."
Jay stood a step behind you, hands in the pockets of his dark jacket, watching the exchange with that trademark half-smirk.
He hadn't drunk much â maybe one beer the whole night. he never did when he knew he'd be the one making sure everyone got home safe.
"Get home safe, hyung" Jay told Heeseung, bumping fists. "Jake, stop burning your kitchen down."
Jake flipped him off playfully as he and Heeseung headed toward the main road to catch a cab. you waved until they disappeared around the corner, the streetlights catching their silhouettes.
And then it was just you and Jay.
It was barely past 9 PM, but the city had already slipped into that quieter, darker version of itself.
The restaurant sat on a side street lined with closed shops and a few scattered people hurrying home.
Neon signs flickered softly in the distance. your cheeks felt warm, the alcohol humming pleasantly in your veins, making everything feel a little softer around the edges.
Jay glanced at you, dark eyes scanning your face.
"You good?" he asked, voice low and steady. "you look a little flushed."
"I'm fine" you answered, maybe a touch too quickly.
You smiled up at him, feeling bolder than usual. "just⊠warm. and i don't really want to go home yet. my brothers are probably screaming at some video game right now. your place is quieter."
He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. that familiar mix of amusement and something unreadable.
"You sure? i can drop you off. you drank more than usual tonight."
You stepped a little closer, the alcohol loosening your usual shyness. "i'm sure. i'd rather be with you."
The words came out softer than you meant them to, almost flirty. Jay's gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than normal before he nodded.
"Alright. let's go."
The walk to his place wasn't long.
Jay kept pace beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed every few steps. he didn't say much, but he was always like that â comfortable in silence.
Every once in a while he'd glance over to make sure you were steady on your feet.
When you finally reached his apartment, you stepped into his room, the familiar warmth settled over you like a blanket.
The lighting was exactly how he liked it: soft, gold tones from the tall floor lamp in the corner.
His acoustic guitar rested on its stand beside the electric one. a half-finished bottle of red wine sat on the low wooden table next to two clean glasses.
The small leather couch had a couple of blankets thrown over it, and the walls held photos â some of the group, some of just the two of you from random outings over the years.
It smelled like him: wood, faint cologne, and that subtle hint of wine that always seemed to linger here.
Jay shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the back of his chair.
"Sit" he said, nodding toward the couch. "i'll get you some water first. you're going to thank me tomorrow."
You dropped onto the couch, watching him move around the room with that effortless confidence.
Even after years of friendship, you never got tired of looking at him. the sharp line of his jaw, the way his black hair fell across his forehead, the casual way his shirt stretched across his shoulders.
He came back with a glass of cold water and handed it to you before pouring himself a small amount of wine.
"You're really not that drunk, are you?" you asked, teasing lightly as you sipped the water.
Jay chuckled, settling beside you on the couch. not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the heat of his body.
"I'm sober enough to know you're tipsy" he replied, voice smooth. "and sober enough to know you get chatty when you are."
You laughed softly, pulling your legs up onto the couch.
The alcohol made your thoughts swirl â memories of all those guitar lessons mixing with the deeper, filthier ones you tried to push down.
You'd been in love with him for years.
But lately, the need had grown teeth.
It wasn't just romantic anymore.
You wanted him.
Wanted his hands on you for reasons that had nothing to do with chord positions. wanted to know what his mouth felt like. wanted to taste him.
To have his cock in your mouth, heavy and warm, to hear the way his voice would break if you took him deep.
Not anyone else's. just Jay's.
Those thoughts had been getting louder since the lessons started two months ago.
Every time his fingers covered yours on the strings, every time his chest pressed against your back and he murmured instructions against your ear⊠you left his room throbbing, panties ruined, fingers slipping between your legs the second you got home.
And now here you were again, in his room, a little drunk, heart racing.
"Now you're quiet" Jay observed, tilting his head. his dark eyes studied you carefully. "what's going on in that head of yours?"
You bit your lip, feeling heat rise to your cheeks that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
"Just⊠thinking about how long we've been friends" you said, keeping your voice light. "feels weird sometimes. like we're actual adults now."
Jay hummed in agreement, taking a slow sip of wine. "yeah. but some things don't change." he glanced at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. "you still suck at guitar."
You gasped dramatically, shoving his shoulder. he laughed â that low, rich sound you loved â and caught your wrist gently before you could pull away.
"See? still easy to mess with."
His thumb brushed over the inside of your wrist, just once. the touch sent electricity straight down your spine. you didn't pull away.
The air between you felt thicker than usual. the golden lighting cast soft shadows across his face, making him look even more unfairly handsome. you could smell his cologne again, warm and familiar.
"JayâŠ" you started, not even sure what you wanted to say.
He raised an eyebrow, still holding your wrist loosely.
"Yeah?"
You swallowed. the need youâd been carrying for years â the filthy, aching want â sat heavy on your tongue. but you weren't brave enough yet.
Instead, you just smiled, shy but warm, and leaned your head against his shoulder like you'd done a hundred times before.
"I'm glad you're my best friend" you whispered.
Jay was quiet for a moment. then his hand shifted, resting lightly on your knee.
"Me too" he murmured.
But his fingers stayed there, warm through the fabric of your jeans, and neither of you moved to change the subject.
The night was still young, and the tension that had been building for years felt dangerously close to spilling over.
The water helped a little, but the alcohol still buzzed warmly through your system, making your limbs feel loose and your thoughts dangerously unguarded.
You watched Jay move across the room with that effortless grace he always had. he reached for one of his guitars, and your breath caught.
He picked up the acoustic â his prized custom-made gibson Vesper.
It was his baby, the one he played when he wanted something intimate and warm-toned.
"I've been working on a new melody" he said casually, settling on the stool across from the couch. his long fingers wrapped around the neck of the Vesper like it was an extension of himself. "want to hear it?"
You nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. "yeah⊠show me."
He strummed a few soft chords first, then launched into the short piece. just five or six seconds of a smooth, melancholic melody that shifted into something warmer, almost seductive in its simplicity.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration, lips parted just a fraction as he focused. the way his fingers moved â precise, confident, pressing and sliding along the frets â made heat pool low in your stomach.
God, you didn't even know if you actually cared about learning guitar anymore.
Was it the music? or was it just him?
The way his forearms flexed, the focused set of his jaw, the way the warm light caught on his sharp cheekbones and made his dark hair look softer.
You wanted him so badly it embarrassed you sometimes.
Especially tonight, with the alcohol making your skin feel too hot and your inhibitions paper-thin.
In your head, the thoughts were already spiraling: kneeling between his legs, taking his cock into your mouth, tasting him, hearing that low voice of his break while you sucked him deep. not just any dick. his.
Jay finished the short melody and looked up, smirking when he saw your expression.
"Not bad, right?" he asked.
"It was beautiful" you said honestly, your voice a little breathy. "i love how it sounds on the Vesper."
He stood and walked over, offering you the guitar. "you know the basics now. let's try teaching you your first real short melody. nothing too crazy."
You took the Vesper carefully, the wood warm from his hands.
On the outside, you looked focused and innocent, adjusting the strap and sitting up straighter.
"Posture." Jay reminded you.
He moved behind you on the couch, one leg on either side of your body so he could reach around. his chest pressed lightly against your back as he corrected the angle of the guitar on your lap.
One hand settled on your shoulder to straighten your back, the other sliding down to adjust your left hand on the fretboard.
His touch was warm. deliberate.
You bit your lip hard without thinking, a quiet little sound escaping as his fingers covered yours, guiding them into position. the alcohol made it impossible to hide your reaction â your cheeks burned, your thighs pressed together instinctively.
Jay paused. you could feel him smirk against the side of your head.
"Easy there" he murmured, voice low and teasing near your ear. "don't break my strings with that death grip. or is the Vesper too much for you tonight?"
You let out a shaky laugh. "shut up. i'm trying."
He didn't move away immediately. his fingers stayed over yours a second longer than necessary, then he pulled back just enough to watch but remained close.
"Go ahead. start with the first four chords i showed you last time. slow."
You tried.
Your fingers felt clumsier than usual from the drinks, but you managed to hit the notes â not fluid, not pretty, but recognizable. better than a total beginner.
The Vesper's rich tone filled the room even with your imperfect playing.
Jay hummed approvingly. "not terrible. you're improving."
Then, out of nowhere, he dropped the bomb.
"So⊠how was that blind date with Sunghoon a week ago?"
Your fingers slipped. a horrible, discordant twang rang out from the guitar. you winced.
"Why are you asking about that?" you said quickly, glancing over your shoulder at him.
Jay shrugged, leaning back against the couch but still watching you closely. his expression was casual, but his eyes were sharp. "just curious. Jake mentioned Sunghoon told him you two⊠hooked up."
The room felt suddenly warmer. you stared down at the guitar, fingers frozen on the strings.
It was true.
You'd gone on that blind date desperate to convince yourself that your insane attraction to Jay was just horniness. just lack of sex.
Sunghoon was good-looking, you'd slept with him after a couple of drinks. the sex had been⊠fine. mechanically okay.
But it left you emptier than before. because all you could think about during and after was Jay. how you wished it was Jay's hands, Jay's mouth.
It had only made your filthy fantasies about your best friend worse.
You tried to play it off, strumming a few awkward notes that sounded completely off-key. "Jake needs to mind his own business. why is he such a gossip?"
Jay chuckled, that low, amused sound that always sent shivers down your spine. he reached over and gently corrected your finger placement again, his touch lingering.
"Because he's Jake. and you're avoiding the question."
You huffed, the alcohol making you bolder even as embarrassment burned your face. "it happened, okay? it was⊠whatever. not life-changing."
Jay raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by how flustered you were getting. "not life-changing? damn. poor Sunghoon. but ifeel like details are missing."
You shot him a look, trying to sound defensive. "i've grown up, you know. i'm not that irresponsible girl from high school who told you every dirty detail about her first time in graphic, disgusting detail anymore."
Jay laughed outright at that, leaning closer again. his breath brushed your neck.
"Oh yeah? because i remember that conversation very clearly. you did not hold back. 'it felt like a sad hot dog in a hallway' was the line that still lives rent-free in my head."
You groaned, covering your face with one hand while still awkwardly holding the guitar with the other. "i was drunk and stupid! and like⊠seventeen."
"You're still a little drunk tonight" he pointed out, voice teasing but softer. "and still oversharing, apparently."
The conversation hung between you, heavy with years of history. you tried to play again, but your notes kept clashing â messy, out of rhythm, completely unfocused.
Jay didn't stop you. he just watched, eyes dark and thoughtful under the warm lighting.
You sighed. "it was just an escape, Jay. i thought maybe if i⊠did something, it would quiet my head. but it didn't. it was okay, but⊠it wasn't..." you trailed off, not brave enough to finish that sentence.
It wasn't you.
Jay was quiet for a long moment. his hand came to rest on your lower back, a casual but intimate touch as he leaned in to adjust your right hand strumming position.
"You're thinking too hard" he said eventually, voice low. "that's why it sounds like the guitar is in pain."
You laughed despite yourself, the sound shaky.
Being this close to him, drunk, with his hands on you and your mind full of filthy thoughts about sucking him off right here in this room⊠it was torture.
The lesson continued like that for a while longer.
Jay guided you through the simple melody, patient even when your playing fell apart. every correction involved him touching you â fingers on yours, hand on your waist to fix posture, knee brushing your thigh.
Each touch sent sparks through your body.
At one point you shifted on the couch, and your thigh pressed firmly against his. you didn't move away. neither did he.
"You're really warm" he commented after a while, almost absentmindedly. "still feeling the drinks?"
"Yeah" you admitted, biting your lip again as his fingers guided yours into a new chord. "everything feels⊠a lot right now."
Jay hummed. his voice dropped lower. "i can tell."
The air in the room felt thicker.
And as Jay leaned in once more to correct your hand, his lips accidentally brushing the shell of your ear as he murmured instructions, you wondered how much longer you could keep pretending this was just about learning guitar.
The warmth of his breath sent a shiver racing down your spine. you froze, fingers stiffening on the frets of the Vesper.
The rich, dark wood of the guitar felt heavier in your lap now, like it knew the real reason your heart was hammering.
"I⊠i think i can't keep playing right now" you admitted, voice softer than you intended. the alcohol made your words feel thick on your tongue. "i'd love to, though. your Vesper sounds so beautiful. it's honestly such a pretty guitar. the tone is just⊠perfect."
Jay pulled back slightly, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. that sound â God, that sound â always did dangerous things to you.
He reached around you to gently take the guitar from your hands, his fingers brushing over yours one last time.
"Yeah? she's my favorite for a reason" he said, standing up with the instrument.
He walked over to the stand and carefully placed the custom Gibson Vesper back in its spot, adjusting it with the same care he always showed his things.
You watched him move, the soft golden lighting casting gentle shadows along his shoulders and arms.
The room felt smaller now. cozier. the faint scent of wine still lingered in the air, mixing with his cologne and the wood polish from his guitars.
He turned back to you, hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans. "it's getting late anyway. past eleven already. you're pretty drunk, and i'm not letting you go home like this. you can just stay over. saves time, and your brothers are probably still up causing chaos."
You let out a bright, tipsy laugh, the kind that came out a little too loud because of the alcohol. "yeah? okay. i'd like that. a lot, actually."
Jay's smirk deepened, but there was something softer behind it. "didn't even think twice, huh?"
"Nope" you said, popping the 'p' playfully.
He walked over to the built-in closet near the back of the room and pulled out clothes. two oversized t-shirts â one black, one dark gray â and a pair of soft black pajama shorts.
He held them out to you.
'Here. you can wear these. that dress looks cute but it's not exactly sleep-friendly. too cold in here at night if you're not covered up properly."
You stood up, a little unsteady, and took the clothes from him.
Your fingers brushed his, and you felt that familiar spark again. "thanks, Jay."
Before he could say anything else, you grabbed the bundle and slipped behind the heavy cream-colored curtain that separated the small changing corner from the rest of the room.
It was something he'd put up after one too many late-night study sessions when you'd crash here.
You heard him laugh quietly on the other side.
"Drunk you is way shyer than sober you" he teased, voice warm with amusement. "usually you just strip down in front of me like i'm not even here. claiming 'we're best friends, it doesn't matter.' but the second alcohol hits⊠curtain time."
You fumbled with the zipper of your dress, cheeks burning. "shut up. i'm being responsible."
"Responsible" he echoed, clearly not buying it. you could hear him moving around, already changing too. "sure."
"I am!" you called back, laughing as you pulled his t-shirt over your head. it smelled like him â clean laundry, faint cologne, and that comforting warmth that always made your stomach flip.
The shorts were a little loose on your hips, but they were soft and comfortable. "i've grown up. i'm not that chaotic high school girl anymore."
You stepped out from behind the curtain, adjusting the hem of the oversized shirt. and then you stopped dead.
Jay was in the middle of pulling his own shirt on.
He already had the gray pajama shorts on, hanging low on his hips, but his torso was still bare. the warm lighting highlighted every line of muscle on his chest and abdomen â the result of casual gym sessions.
His skin looked smooth, shoulders broad, that sharp V-line disappearing into the waistband of his shorts.
You let out a soft, involuntary exhale, almost a gasp. your heart skipped hard.
Jay noticed immediately. he tugged the shirt down quickly, but not before you got a full view.
His eyebrow arched, that signature smirk returning.
"Damn. you really are wasted tonight" he said, voice low and teasing as he stepped closer. "if you want, i can tie you up so you can control yourself better. keep those wandering eyes in check."
Your brain short-circuited for a second.
Yes. God, yes. tie me up. use me. anything.
The filthy thought flashed through your mind so fast it made you dizzy. but on the outside, you just let out a nervous laugh, shoving his shoulder lightly.
"Stop it" you mumbled, still smiling. "i'm fine. perfectly fine. just⊠surprised you're changing in the middle of the room, that's all."
He chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. "this is my room. and you've seen me shirtless plenty of times. at the beach last summer, remember? or when we went swimming at Sunoo's parents' pool?"
"That was different" you muttered, walking over to the couch and dropping down onto it, pulling one of the soft blankets over your legs.
Your face felt hot. the alcohol wasn't helping you hide anything.
Jay followed, sitting on the other end of the couch but turning toward you. the room felt even more intimate now â just the two of you in comfortable clothes, the golden lights dimmed slightly, the faint sound of the city outside barely audible.
"So" he said after a moment, grabbing the half-empty bottle of water and taking a sip before offering it to you. "you really didn't enjoy it with Sunghoon?"
You groaned, covering your face with both hands. "we're back to this?"
"I'm curious" he said simply. "you're my best friend. if some guy didn't treat you right or couldn't make it good for you, i need to know. i'll kick his ass if necessary."
You peeked at him through your fingers. he looked genuinely relaxed, but there was that focused intensity in his eyes again â the same one he got when he was trying to read you.
"It wasn't bad" you said slowly, lowering your hands. "he was⊠nice. polite. good-looking, obviously. but it just felt⊠mechanical. like we were both going through the motions. i thought maybe sleeping with someone would help clear my head about certain things, but it only made it worse."
Jay tilted his head. "worse how?"
You shrugged, tracing patterns on the blanket with your finger.
Your mind was still swirling with images you couldn't say out loud âhis low groans filling this exact room.
"Just⊠confirmed some stuff" you said vaguely. "that i'm probably not built for casual stuff. my brain gets too loud."
Jay was quiet for a beat. then he shifted closer, stretching his arm along the back of the couch until his fingers lightly brushed your shoulder again.
"You've always been like that" he murmured. "even back in high school. you overthink everything. except when you're telling me way too many details about your personal life."
You laughed, the sound breathy. "i was young and stupid. and you were the only person i trusted enough to say that stuff to."
"Still am?" he asked, voice quieter now.
You met his eyes. the tension between you felt alive, humming under the surface. "yeah. still you."
The silence stretched comfortably. Jay eventually stood up. he grabbed another blanket and tossed it over you before settling back down â closer this time, so your legs were almost touching.
"Remember when we first became friends?" he asked suddenly, staring at the ceiling. "you used to sit there during lunch, pretending you weren't listening to me play. i thought you were cute. shy, but cute."
Your heart fluttered. "i had the biggest crush on you for like⊠two years before i even admitted it to myself."
Jay turned his head to look at you, surprise flickering across his face for a split second before that cool mask returned. "Yeah?"
"Yeah" you whispered, the alcohol making you honest. "but you were always so⊠you. cool. talented. out of reach. so i settled for being your best friend instead."
He didn't answer right away. instead, he reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. his touch lingered.
"You're not out of reach to me" he said softly.
The words hung heavy in the air. your body felt warm all over â from the drinks, from his proximity, from years of wanting.
You turned onto your side to face him better, the blanket slipping down slightly.
"Jay⊠can i ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Have you ever⊠thought about me like that? more than just a friend?"
He was quiet for a long moment, dark eyes studying your face. then he gave you that half-smirk again, the one that made your knees weak.
"I'm not drunk enough to answer that tonight."
You laughed, but there was nervous excitement bubbling inside you. "coward."
"Maybe" he said, chuckling. "or maybe i'm just responsible. one of us has to be when the other is this tipsy."
You spent the next hour talking like that â about old memories, stupid fights you had in high school, the group chats with Heeseung and Jake that always got chaotic, how weird it felt to be actual adults now.
Eventually, you both were in bed under thin blankets.
Jay's voice was low and soothing. every once in a while his hand would brush your arm, casual touches that felt anything but.
At some point you shifted, and your head ended up resting against his chest.
He didn't push you away. instead, his arm came around you, holding you loosely.
"You're warm" you mumbled sleepily, the alcohol finally catching up to you fully.
"So are you" he replied, voice barely above a whisper.
Your mind kept drifting back to filthy places even as sleep pulled at you â imagining sliding your hand under the waistband of his shorts, tasting his skin, hearing him say your name in that deep tone.
But for now, you let yourself enjoy the closeness. the safety.
Jay's fingers traced slow patterns on your back through the t-shirt.
"Get some sleep" he murmured against the top of your head. "we'll talk more in the morning. when you're sober."
You nodded, eyes already closing.
But even as you drifted off, safe in his arms in the soft golden light of his room, you knew one thing for certain:
Pretending was getting harder and harder.
You lay there for what felt like forever, curled against his side under the soft blanket, but sleep refused to come.
The alcohol had loosened your body, but your mind was wide awake, buzzing with years of suppressed feelings and the heavy warmth of Jay's arm draped loosely around you.
Every small shift of his body, every steady breath he took, made your skin prickle with awareness.
Jay wasn't sleeping either. you knew him too well â he never could fully relax until he knew you were safe and asleep. it was one of those quiet protective habits he'd had since high school.
With a soft sigh, you sat up slowly, the oversized t-shirt slipping slightly off one shoulder. you stayed close, your thigh still pressed against his.
Jay shifted beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. his dark hair was slightly messy, and his eyes scanned your face with that familiar sharpness.
"Can't sleep?" he asked quietly.
You shook your head. "too many thoughts."
He hummed in understanding but didn't push. for a moment, comfortable silence settled between you again. then you spoke, the alcohol still giving you just enough courage.
"You know⊠i doubt Jake would've randomly told you about Sunghoon unless you asked him first." you turned your head to look at him directly. "so why the curiosity, Jay?"
Jay let out a slow sigh, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the ceiling for a second. when he looked back at you, his expression was calm but serious.
"Because you're my best friend" he said simply. "it's my job to look out for you. to make sure no dickhead hurts you, gets your hopes up, or leaves you feeling like shit afterward. i've been doing that since we were in secondary school. nothing's changed."
You fell quiet, processing his words.
The weight of them sat heavy in your chest. his protection had always felt safe⊠but lately it felt like something more. something that made your stomach twist in confusing, needy ways.
Jay noticed your silence. he tilted his head slightly. "why are you thinking about all of this right now? you know i worry about you. that's not new."
You bit your lip, fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. "i guess⊠i've been wondering lately if i've ever mistaken your protection for something else. like⊠possessiveness."
Jay stared at you for a beat, then let out a low, genuine laugh â the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
He sat up fully now, swinging his legs so he was facing you directly. the movement brought him much closer, your knees nearly touching, his presence suddenly filling your space.
"Possessiveness?" he repeated, still chuckling in disbelief. "you're way too drunk to be throwing words like that around."
You met his gaze, your heart beating faster. "i'm drunk, but i'm sober enough to notice that you're the one acting weird tonight."
Jay laughed again, softer this time, shaking his head. "me? weird?"
He leaned in a little, voice dropping. "you're the one whose breathing keeps changing every time i get close. the one who keeps pressing your thighs together when my hand brushes your arm or when i fix your posture during lessons. you think i don't notice?"
Your mouth went dry. heat flooded your cheeks.
He was right â painfully right. you'd been doing exactly that for the past two months during every guitar session. and tonight, with the alcohol stripping away your filters, it was impossible to hide.
You stayed silent for a long moment, just looking at him. then you put on that fake-innocent expression you knew he could see right through â wide eyes, slight tilt of your head.
"If you know all of that⊠why don't you do anything about it?"
The question hung in the air like smoke. Jay's smirk faded into something more intense, more focused. his dark eyes searched yours carefully.
"Because i'd never do anything you haven't asked for" he said, voice low and steady. "not with you. never."
Your face grew hotter. you could feel the blush spreading down your neck.
The tension in the room thickened, wrapping around both of you. you were hyper-aware of everything: the way his bare arm looked under the golden light, the faint scent of his skin mixed with the laundry detergent on the t-shirt he was wearing, how close his mouth was if you just leaned forward a few inches.
You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "and if i did ask⊠would you give it to me?"
Jay didn't answer with words right away.
Instead, he reached out slowly, his fingers gently brushing your hair away from your face before tucking it carefully behind your ear.
The touch was light, but it sent electricity racing across your skin. His hand lingered there for a second, thumb grazing your cheekbone.
Then he nodded. once. slow and deliberate.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
The simple gesture and that quiet confirmation made your stomach flip violently.
In your mind, the thoughts rushed in unfiltered â filthy, desperate images of his hands on your body, his voice in your ear, finally giving in to what you'd wanted for years. but you stayed still, letting the tension stretch.
Jay's eyes stayed locked on yours, calm but burning with something deeper. he didn't move closer or pull away. he just waited, giving you the space to decide what came next.
"You're really going to make me say it out loud, huh?" you murmured, a nervous little smile tugging at your lips.
He smirked again, that trademark Jay confidence returning. "i'm not assuming anything with you. i've known you too long. if this is what you want, you're going to have to be clear."
You let out a shaky breath, shifting slightly on the bed.
Your thigh pressed more firmly against his. neither of you moved away.
"I've wanted this for so long" you admitted quietly, the alcohol and years of repression loosening your tongue.
"Not just tonight. since we were in high school. every time you taught me guitar⊠every time we'd end up here talking until 3 a.m.⊠it's been driving me crazy."
Jay listened without interrupting, his expression unreadable but his body language open.
He moved one hand on the bed near your leg, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him.
"You hid it well" he said eventually, voice rougher than before. "most of the time."
"Guess i'm not hiding it anymore."
He chuckled softly. "No. you're really not."
Another stretch of heavy silence. your eyes dropped to his mouth for a second before flicking back up. Jay noticed, of course.
He always noticed.
"You're nervous" he observed, not teasing this time. just stating it. "your pulse is going crazy right here." his fingers lightly touched the side of your neck, feeling your heartbeat.
You didn't deny it. instead, you leaned into his touch just slightly.
"I'm nervous because it's you" you whispered. "because if we do this⊠it changes everything."
Jay's thumb brushed slowly along your jaw. "it doesn't have to. not unless we want it to."
His words were careful, responsible â so typically Jay.
Even now, when the air between you crackled with years of built-up desire, he was still thinking about protecting what you had. it only made you want him more.
You stayed like that for a while longer, talking in low voices.
Every small movement â your fingers brushing his arm â felt loaded.
The tension was thick enough to taste. your body ached with it, a deep, warm need that had been growing for years, sharpened by every guitar lesson, every late-night conversation, every moment you'd spent pretending.
But still, you didn't cross the line. not yet.
The silence between you stretched, thick and electric. your heart hammered so hard you were sure he could hear it.
The soft lighting in Jay's room wrapped around both of you like a secret, making every small movement feel heavier than it should.
You shifted closer on the bed, moving until you were on your knees beside him.
Jay was leaning back against the pillows in a way that left space â deliberate space. if you wanted to climb on him, kiss him, do anything⊠he wouldn't pull away. his dark eyes followed you calmly, patient as always.
"You don't have to feel any pressure" he said quietly, voice low and steady. "even Heeseung and Jake noticed. they've been telling me for weeks how obviously into me you are. i couldn't exactly deny feeling it too⊠but i didn't want to make things weird between us."
His honesty hit you hard. you leaned in slowly and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering there for a second. his skin was warm under your lips.
"I don't want things to get uncomfortable either" you whispered against his cheek. "if we do this⊠if something happens⊠i promise i can pretend it never did. until we figure out how we really feel. no pressure on you either.â
Jay nodded once, then shifted back until he was leaning against the headboard of his bed.
The blankets were rumpled around you both.
You hesitated only a moment longer before swinging one leg over his lap and settling yourself straddling him.
The oversized t-shirt you wore rode up your thighs slightly as you sat down. Jay's hands came up naturally to rest on your waist â steady, supportive, but respectful.
His fingers didn't wander lower. he simply held you there, giving you balance without pushing for more.
For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. you were both breathing a little heavier. your hands rested on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under the thin fabric of his shirt.
You traced small, nervous circles with your fingertips, exploring the firm muscle you'd stared at so many times during those guitar lessons.
Jay watched you closely, that cool, observant expression still on his face even now.
"You've been thinking about this for a long time, haven't you?" he murmured.
You nodded, biting your lip. your hands slid slowly up his chest to his shoulders, then back down again, feeling the warmth of him through the shirt. "yeah⊠especially during those lessons. every time you sat behind me⊠every time your hands were on mineâŠ"
You leaned forward and kissed his other cheek, then the corner of his jaw. your fingers kept moving, sliding over his collarbones, down his arms, learning the shape of him like you'd wanted to for years.
Jay's grip on your waist tightened just slightly â not enough to control, just enough to show he was affected.
"You have no idea how hard it's been keeping my hands where they belong during those lessons" he said, voice dropping lower, a little rougher around the edges.
"Sitting that close to you, feeling you react every time i touch your fingers⊠knowing you're getting wet just from that. it's been driving me fucking crazy too."
Your breath hitched at his words. the slight dirty edge to them â so rare from him â sent heat rushing through your whole body. you pressed your palms flat against his chest again, feeling how his breathing had changed.
"I want you to teach me what good sex feels like, Jay" you finally whispered, the words spilling out shy but honest.
Your face burned as you said it, but you didn't look away.
Jay's eyes darkened, but he still held himself back. his thumbs brushed slow, soothing circles on your waist over the t-shirt.
"You're sure?" he asked, even now checking. "we can stop anytime. this doesn't change anything if you don't want it to."
"I'm sure" you breathed.
You leaned in and finally kissed him properly.
The first kiss was soft â tentative, testing.
His lips were warm and surprisingly gentle against yours. then you tilted your head a little more, deepening it, and Jay responded with a low hum that vibrated through his chest.
One of his hands stayed firmly on your waist while the other came up to cup the back of your neck, not pulling, just supporting.
You kissed him again, slower this time, savoring it. your hands grew bolder, sliding under the hem of his shirt to touch bare skin.
You traced the lines of his abs, feeling the way his stomach tensed under your fingertips. Jay let out a quiet breath against your mouth when your nails grazed lightly over his skin.
"Fuck..." he muttered between kisses, voice husky. "you've been holding back a lot, haven't you? all those times you sat in this room acting innocent while your mind was somewhere filthyâŠ"
You smiled shyly against his lips, still that mix of timid and needy. "Maybe."
Your hands kept exploring â running up his back, feeling the muscle there, then back to his chest.
You could feel how hard his heart was beating. you shifted slightly in his lap, not grinding, just adjusting closer, and Jay's fingers flexed on your waist.
He kissed you again, a little deeper this time, his tongue brushing yours carefully. when you pulled back for air, he rested his forehead against yours.
"You're shaking" he observed quietly, always noticing everything. "still nervous?"
"A little" you admitted, your fingers still tracing patterns on his chest under his shirt. "but i want this. i've wanted it for so long."
Jay's hand slid up your back in a slow, comforting stroke. "then we take it slow. i'm not rushing anything with you."
His voice dropped again, that slight dirty tone returning. "even if i've thought about bending you over that guitar stool more times than i should admit."
Your face flushed hot. you kissed him again to hide your embarrassment, hands cupping his face now.
The kiss grew heavier, more urgent, but Jay kept control â never letting his hands move lower than your waist, never pushing your hips down against him.
You broke the kiss and pressed your face into his neck, breathing him in as your fingers continued their slow exploration of his torso.
You could feel him getting hard beneath you, but he made no move to do anything about it.
"Tell me what you've thought about" you whispered against his skin, shy but curious.
Jay let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your cheek. "you really want to hear that right now?"
You nodded, kissing his neck softly.
He exhaled slowly. "a lot of nights after you left these lessons⊠i thought about how pretty you look when you're concentrated. how your breathing changes when i get close. thought about what sounds you'd make if i finally touched you properly instead of pretending it was just about guitar chords."
Your thighs squeezed instinctively around his hips. Jay noticed but didn't comment on it, just kept talking in that low, controlled voice.
"I've wondered how you'd taste" he added, almost casually. "how you'd look sitting on my lap like this, trying so hard to stay quiet because your brothers might hear if we were at your house."
You let out a shaky breath, your hands tightening on his shoulders.
The tension was almost unbearable now â heavy, aching, delicious. you kissed him again, deeper, your body pressing closer against his chest while your hands roamed freely under his shirt.
Jay kissed you back with the same measured intensity, one hand still steady on your waist, the other gently threading through your hair. he was hard beneath you, you could feel it clearly, but he remained the same Jay â cool-headed, teasing even now.
"You're going to kill me if you keep touching me like that" he murmured against your lips, a hint of a smirk in his voice. "those hands have been driving me insane for months."
You smiled, a little breathless, and kissed the corner of his mouth. "good. because you've been doing the same to me every single lesson."
The two of you stayed like that for a long time â kissing slowly, touching carefully, talking in low voices between heated moments.
The world outside felt far away. years of friendship and hidden desire were finally cracking open, but still slowly, still safely.
Jay pulled back after one particularly long kiss, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.
"Still okay?" he asked, eyes searching yours.
You nodded, leaning in to kiss him again.
Neither of you were ready to stop yet. the night was young, the tension was perfect, and for the first time, you weren't pretending anymore.
You kept kissing him, deeper now, with a hunger that surprised even you. despite the innocent, pure look on your face â wide eyes, flushed cheeks â any shyness had melted away under the heat of the alcohol and years of built-up need.
Your hands moved with purpose, sliding down Jay's chest, over his stomach, until you boldly palmed the obvious bulge straining against his gray pajama shorts.
Jay let out a sharp breath against your mouth, then another low sigh as your fingers rubbed him slowly through the fabric. je was hard, thick, and warm under your touch. you didn't hesitate, stroking him with more confidence, feeling him twitch under your palm.
"FuckâŠ" he muttered between kisses, his voice rougher.
He finally broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down between your bodies.
There you were â straddling him, hand shamelessly rubbing his erection right beneath where you sat. his dark eyes darkened further.
"You're not playing around tonight, huh?" he said, voice low and slightly amused, but clearly affected.
You leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear, your voice needy and breathless. "i need you so bad right now, Jay⊠please. i want you to fuck me."
Jay let out a short, surprised laugh, the sound husky. "then take all your clothes off" he said, half-joking, half-challenging, that signature teasing tone still there even now.
But you were too far gone.
Without hesitation, you sat back on his thighs and pulled the oversized t-shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest. then you lifted your hips and slid the pajama shorts down your legs, kicking them aside until you were left in just your panties.
Your skin felt hot under his gaze.
Jay cursed under his breath â a low, impressed "shitâŠ" â as his eyes raked over your body. his hands stayed respectful on your waist for a moment longer before he helped steady you.
"Come here" he murmured, pulling you back onto his lap properly.
The kissing resumed, hotter this time.
Your hand returned to stroking him through his shorts while his mouth moved from your lips to your jaw, then down your neck.
He sucked lightly on your skin, not enough to leave marks yet, but enough to make you whimper softly.
You ground against his bulge slowly, feeling the friction through the thin layers separating you. Jay's breathing grew heavier, his hands finally sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts.
"You've been hiding this body from me during all those lessons?" he said against your neck, voice low and a little dirty. "sitting there acting all innocent while i was trying not to think about how you'd look like this⊠straddling me, touching my cock like you own it."
You moaned softly at his words, your hand squeezing him firmer. "i thought about it every time."
Jay kissed you hard again, then shifted both of you. he moved you off his lap gently and stood up, quickly pulling his own shirt off and dropping his shorts.
His cock sprang free â hard, flushed, and bigger than you'd imagined in your filthiest thoughts. he was smooth, well-kept, the head already glistening.
He sat back down against the headboard and pulled you back on top, but this time he guided you into a different position.
He turned you so you were facing away from him, your back to his chest, straddling his lap in reverse.
"Like this" he said quietly, voice steady but thick with want. "i want to feel you."
His hands settled on your hips, guiding you as you lowered yourself.
He didn't enter you yet â instead, he pulled your panties to the side and slid his cock between your folds, letting you grind along his length. the heat of him against your wet pussy made you gasp.
You leaned back against his chest, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you steady while his other hand reached down to rub slow circles on your clit.
His mouth was right by your ear, breathing warm against it.
"Slow" he reminded you, always in some control. "we've got all night."
You rocked your hips, sliding along his cock, coating him with how wet you were.
Jay groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your back. he kept rubbing your clit with practiced fingers, occasionally squeezing your breast with his free hand, rolling your nipple gently.
"Feel how hard you made me?" he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "all those guitar lessons⊠you sitting between my legs, biting your lip every time i touched you. i wanted to pull you back against me just like this."
You moaned, moving faster against him. Jay adjusted his grip, lifting you slightly before finally guiding the head of his cock to your entrance.
"Ready?" he asked, checking one last time.
"Yes" you breathed.
He lowered you slowly onto him, inch by inch.
The stretch was perfect â full, deep, overwhelming in the best way.
When he bottomed out, both of you let out shaky breaths. he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his arm tight around your waist, the other hand still between your legs rubbing your clit.
Then he started moving.
He thrust up into you in a steady rhythm, deep and controlled.
You braced your hands on his thighs, leaning forward slightly as you rode him in reverse, matching his pace.
The position let him hit deep with every roll of his hips, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you.
Jay's breathing was ragged now, but his voice stayed low near your ear. "that's it⊠just like that. you feel so fucking good."
His hand on your clit never stopped, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
The other hand gripped your hip, guiding you down onto him harder.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the warm room, mixed with your soft moans and his occasional low groans.
You leaned further forward, hands on his knees for leverage, bouncing on his cock while he thrust up to meet you. Jay cursed again, the view from behind clearly affecting him.
"Look at you" he said, voice strained but still teasing. "taking me so well after wanting it for yearsâŠ"
The pleasure built fast â the angle, his fingers on your clit, the deep thrusts.
Your thighs started trembling. Jay noticed, as always, and wrapped his arm tighter around you, holding you close as he fucked you through it.
Your back arching against his chest, a broken moan leaving your lips. Jay kept moving, slower now, drawing it out, murmuring quiet praise against your neck.
He didn't stop completely. after you caught your breath, he guided you to lean all the way forward, chest almost to the bed, still connected.
He sat up straighter behind you, hands on your hips as he thrust deeper, faster, chasing his own release.
The position was intense â you face down, ass up, Jay behind you thrusting with controlled power. his hands roamed your back, occasionally gripping your hair lightly to pull you back against him.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight" he groaned.
You pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. Jay's pace grew more urgent, but he never lost that cool edge â always making sure you were okay, his hands soothing even as he fucked you harder.
You kept moving on him, rolling your hips in a slow, needy rhythm as you rode Jay in reverse.
Your back was pressed against his chest, his cock buried deep inside you with every downward motion.
The stretch felt incredible, and the position let you feel every inch of him. your hands gripped his thighs for balance while his arm stayed wrapped around your waist, the other hand still teasing your clit with slow, deliberate circles.
But Jay had other plans.
His hands slid to your hips, gripping firmly but not harshly.
With a low murmur against your ear â "let me take over for a bit" â he guided you forward. you leaned down, hands bracing on the bed as he smoothly shifted your body off his lap and onto all fours. the transition was fluid, his cock slipping out for just a second before he positioned himself behind you.
Your hips stayed high, ass up, while your chest and face pressed down into the mattress.
The soft sheets muffled your heavy breathing as Jay knelt behind you.
He reached forward, gathering both of your arms gently but decisively, pulling them behind your lower back. he held your wrists together with one hand, limiting your movement without being overly restrictive.
His grip was secure, controlling, but still careful â classic Jay.
"Fuck⊠JayâŠ" you moaned loudly, the sound shameless and needy.
Your voice echoed in the warm room, much louder than you'd ever been with anyone else. "it feels so deep like thisâŠ"
He rubbed the head of his cock along your soaked folds for a moment, teasing, before pushing back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust.
You cried out, face buried in the mattress as your ass stayed arched high for him.
Jay started moving â deep and fast, but not brutal.
Each thrust was powerful and controlled, hitting that perfect spot inside you with precision. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, steady and rhythmic.
"Shit, listen to you" he said, voice low and slightly amused even now.
"You're so loud tonight. all those years pretending to be shy during our lessons⊠and now you're moaning like this with your face in my bed."
You whimpered loudly in response, unable to hold back. "i can't help it⊠you're so deepâ ahh!" another loud moan tore from your throat as he thrust particularly deep, holding it there for a second before resuming his pace.
Jay kept your wrists pinned at your lower back with one hand while his other hand reached up and gathered your hair.
He didn't yank it â he simply held it firmly, using it as leverage to keep your head down against the mattress while he fucked you. the gentle tug on your scalp sent sparks through your body.
"That's it" he murmured, breathing heavier but still composed. "keep that ass up for me. you feel incredible like this⊠so wet. been thinking about this view for months every time you left my room."
Your moans grew louder, unrestrained. every deep thrust pushed a new sound out of you â high-pitched whimpers mixed with desperate gasps and full moans.
Your hips pushed back against him instinctively, meeting his rhythm as much as his grip on your wrists allowed.
"Jayâ oh god, right thereâ fuck" you cried out, voice breaking. Your face stayed pressed into the sheets, cheek turned to the side, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
He leaned forward slightly, chest closer to your back, changing the angle just enough to make you see stars.
His thrusts never faltered â consistent, deep, fast enough to make your thighs shake but never rough enough to cross into discomfort.
"You're squeezing me so tight" he groaned near your ear, voice rough but still that familiar Jay tone â teasing underneath the lust. "all that tension from the guitar lessons finally coming out, huh?⊠you were this wet thinking about me fucking you like this?"
"Yesâ fuck" you moaned loudly, almost sobbing into the mattress.
Your body rocked forward with each thrust, but Jay's hold on your wrists and hair kept you exactly where he wanted you. "i need more⊠please don't stopâ"
He didn't.
He kept the pace steady, fucking you thoroughly.
Minutes passed like this â long, drawn-out, filthy minutes filled with the wet sounds of your bodies connecting and your increasingly loud moans. Jay would occasionally slow down to grind deep inside you, letting you feel every inch, before picking up speed again.
After a while, he released your wrists but only to adjust your position further.
He gently pushed your upper body fully down onto the bed, guiding you into a prone-bone angle â your hips still tilted up, legs slightly spread, chest and face pressed flat against the mattress.
He moved with you, covering your back with his chest as he slid back inside.
This new position felt even deeper. Jay's weight pressed you into the bed as he thrust down into you, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other braced beside your head for support.
"Still good?" he asked between thrusts, voice low and caring even as he fucked you harder. "tell me if it's too much."
"It'sâ ah... it's perfectâ Jay, fuck" your voice was loud and broken, moans spilling out continuously now.
The mattress muffled some of them, but not enough. you were loud, needy, completely lost in the sensation.
Jay let out a low chuckle that turned into a groan as you clenched around him. "you're going to wake up the whole house if you keep moaning like that. not that i mind⊠i like hearing how much you need this."
He kept the rhythm deep and fast, hips snapping against your ass with controlled power.
The angle made his cock drag perfectly against your g-spot with every stroke. his hand in your hair kept you grounded, his lips occasionally brushing your shoulder or the back of your neck as he fucked you.
"You're doing so well" he murmured, voice husky against your ear. "my best friend moaning my name while i fuck her exactly how she needs."
"Jayâ pleaseâŠ" you whined loudly, pushing your hips back as much as the position allowed. your hands gripped the sheets tightly, body trembling from the sustained pleasure.
He kept going, deep, fast, relentless but never rough.
Always observant â adjusting when your moans pitched higher, slowing for a few strokes when your thighs shook too much, then building the pace again.
Jay kept his steady, deep rhythm, fucking you thoroughly from behind while you stayed pressed into the mattress. your loud moans continued filling the room without filter â raw, needy, and unrestrained.
But he wasn't done changing things up.
He slowed his thrusts gradually, then pulled out carefully.
Before you could protest the sudden emptiness, he flipped you onto your back with strong but gentle hands.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he was between your legs again, spreading them wide and settling on top of you.
This time, though, he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half.
Your hips lifted off the bed as he leaned forward, bringing his face close to yours. the new angle made everything feel impossibly deeper.
"Jayâ fuckâ" you moaned loudly as he pushed back inside you in one smooth motion.
Your voice cracked with pleasure, eyes fluttering. "it's so deep like this⊠i can feel everythingâ"
He braced his hands on either side of your head, his dark eyes locked on your face as he started moving again. deep, fast strokes that made your breasts bounce with every thrust.
Your legs trembled over his shoulders, ankles near his ears.
Jay's expression stayed focused â that cool, controlled look mixed with clear desire.
He wasn't being rough, but the way he drove into you was relentless, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
"Look at me" he said, voice low and a little strained. "want to see your face while i fuck you."
You tried, but another loud moan tore from your throat as he ground deep inside you, rolling his hips in a way that made your toes curl. "ahâ Jay, right thereâ don't stopâ"
Your hands flew up to grip his arms, nails digging into his biceps as he held you folded beneath him.
The position left you completely exposed, hips tilted up, taking every inch of his cock with each thrust.
You were so loud now â moaning, whimpering, gasping his name repeatedly.
The sounds bounced off the walls of his warm-lit room.
Jay leaned down further, almost bending you in half, and kissed you messily.
His tongue slid against yours as he kept thrusting, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. when he pulled back, his breathing was heavier.
"You're so fucking loud tonight" he murmured against your lips, a hint of that teasing smirk appearing even now.
"I can'tâ ah, it feels too goodâ" you cried out, head falling back against the pillows.
Your face was flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure. every deep thrust pushed a new moan out of you. "Jay⊠Jay, pleaseâ it's so muchââ
He kept the pace fast and deep, hips snapping forward with controlled power.
The angle made his cock drag perfectly against your g-spot on every stroke. one of his hands moved down to rub your clit again, adding another layer of overwhelming sensation.
You were a mess beneath him â legs over his shoulders, body folded, moaning shamelessly loud with every movement.
Your hands roamed his back, scratching lightly down his skin as pleasure built higher and higher.
"Fuck, you feel perfect" Jay groaned, voice rough but still composed.
He kissed your neck, sucking lightly as he continued thrusting. "been wanting to have you like this for so long. all spread out, taking me so well⊠moaning my name like you can't get enough."
"I can'tâ i really can'tâ" you sobbed-moaned, voice breaking. your hips tried to move to meet his thrusts, but the position left you mostly at his mercy. "it's so deep, Jay⊠i'm so close alreadyâ"
He immediately slowed his pace just enough to keep you on the edge without pushing you over, drawing out the moment. His thrusts became long, deliberate strokes â pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep and grinding against you.
"Not yet" he said softly, almost teasing. "we're not done."
He changed the angle slightly, pressing your thighs further back as he leaned over you.
The new depth made you cry out even louder, your voice echoing in the room. Jay's hand stayed on your clit, rubbing slow circles while he fucked you with those deep, fast strokes.
Sweat glistened on both your bodies under the soft brown-gold lighting. Jay's hair fell messily over his forehead as he watched your face, always observant, always checking your reactions.
"Every time I hit this spot right hereâ" he thrust deep and ground against you to emphasize, making you moan loudly again. "âyou get even wetter. you really did want this bad, didn't you?"
"Yesâ god, yesâ i've wanted you for yearsâ" you gasped, voice loud and broken.
Your hands gripped his shoulders tighter as another wave of pleasure washed over you, keeping you right on the edge.
Jay kept going, deep and fast, but always controlled. he would lean down to kiss you messily every so often, swallowing some of your loud moans before pulling back to watch you again.
His hand never left your clit, building the tension higher without letting it break.
After a while, he lowered your legs from his shoulders but kept them spread wide. he stayed on top, chest pressed to yours in a more classic missionary, but still deep and intense.
His hips rolled against yours in a steady rhythm, grinding deep with every thrust.
"Still okay?" he asked between strokes, always the caring one even now.
"So okayâ fuck, Jay, it feels amazingâ" you moaned loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper.
The room filled with the sounds of your loud, needy moans, his low groans, and the wet rhythm of your bodies moving together.
Jay kept the pace deep and fast, drawing it out, making the pleasure last as long as possible.
He kissed your neck, your jaw, your lips â mixing tenderness with the raw intensity of how he was fucking you.
His hand occasionally slid up to hold one of your wrists above your head, not pinning hard, just keeping you in place while he drove into you.
"You sound so pretty when you're this loud" he whispered against your ear, voice rough. "moaning for your best friend like this⊠after all this time."
Your response was another loud, broken moan as he hit that perfect angle again.
The tension kept building, higher and higher, but Jay expertly kept you both teetering right on the edge â not letting either of you fall over just yet.
You were right on the edge.
Your body was shaking underneath Jay, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked you deep and steady. your moans had become desperate, broken cries that filled the entire room.
"Jayâ i'm so closeâ please, i'm gonna cumâ" you gasped loudly, your voice cracking with need. your nails dug into his back as the pressure built unbearably tight inside you.
But Jay suddenly slowed down, then stopped moving completely, buried to the hilt inside you. he held perfectly still, breathing heavily against your neck.
"Not yet" he murmured, voice low and composed, that teasing control still fully intact. "you're not cumming yet."
You let out a loud, frustrated whine, trying to roll your hips up desperately, but he pinned you down with his weight, refusing to give you the last bit of friction you needed.
"Jay⊠pleaseâŠ" you begged, voice needy and loud. "i was so closeâ"
He kissed the corner of your mouth softly, then slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness.
Your pussy throbbed painfully, slick and desperate.
Jay moved down your body with deliberate calmness. he spread your legs wide, settling between them on his stomach.
His dark eyes looked up at your flushed, innocent-looking face as he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, holding you open for him.
"Since you're being so loud and impatient" he said, voice husky but still teasing, "i'm going to taste you instead. but you still don't get to cum until i say so."
Before you could respond, Jay leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your soaked folds.
You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed at the sudden intense pleasure.
"Fuckâ Jayâ"
He took his time, exploring you with his mouth like he had all night. his tongue moved in slow, broad strokes from your entrance up to your clit, savoring how wet you were.
Then he circled your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to keep you right on the edge without pushing you over.
You were loud â extremely loud. your moans echoed shamelessly in his warm-lit room as he ate you out.
"Oh my godâ Jay⊠that feels so goodâ" you cried out, one hand flying down to grip his hair. your hips tried to buck against his face, but his strong arms kept your thighs firmly pinned down, controlling your movements.
Jay hummed against your pussy, the vibration making you whimper even louder.
He alternated between long, slow licks and focused sucking on your clit, occasionally dipping his tongue inside you. his technique was precise and confident â typical Jay, even in this.
"You taste even better than i imagined" he murmured against your wet skin, voice slightly muffled. "all those guitar lessons⊠and i had no idea how sweet this pretty pussy was."
You moaned brokenly, head thrown back against the pillows. "Jayâ pleaseâ i need to cum so badâ i can't take itâ"
He ignored your begging and continued devouring you.
His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit for a few seconds, then slowed down again, edging you mercilessly.
Every time your thighs started trembling harder and your moans pitched higher, he would pull back slightly, kissing your inner thighs or blowing cool air on your sensitive folds until the orgasm threat faded just enough.
You were a complete mess â loud, desperate, and dripping.
"Ah! Jayâ your tongue feels too goodâ" you sobbed, voice hoarse from how much you'd been moaning. your free hand gripped the sheets tightly beside you, knuckles turning white.
Jay slid two fingers inside you slowly while his mouth focused on your clit, curling them upward to press against that sensitive spot. the combination made you cry out even louder, almost screaming his name.
"Jayâ fuckâ i'm so close againâ please let me cum this timeâ"
But he pulled his fingers out and slowed his tongue once more, denying you for the third time.
You let out a loud, frustrated whimper, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"Not yet" he repeated calmly, kissing your clit softly. "i want you shaking for me first."
He buried his face deeper between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue flicked rapidly.
The wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out mixed with your loud, broken moans. he kept you spread wide, completely exposed, as he worked you over with expert patience.
Minutes passed like this â long, torturous minutes of Jay's mouth on your pussy.
He would bring you right to the brink with fast, focused licks and suction, then slow down to lazy, broad strokes that kept the pleasure simmering without exploding.
Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head.
"You're dripping all over my chin" he murmured, voice low and slightly dirty. "such a messy girl tonight. and still trying so hard to be quiet when we both know you can't."
"I'm notâ i can't be quietâ Jay, pleaseâ" you moaned, almost incoherently now.
He slid his fingers back inside you, fucking you slowly with them while his tongue circled your clit.
The dual sensation had you seeing stars, right on the edge once again.
Your voice was getting hoarser, your moans desperate, needy sobs as he continued edging you with his mouth for what felt like forever.
Jay between your spread legs, focused and in control, while you writhed and moaned loudly beneath his skilled tongue.
He was clearly enjoying himself, occasionally humming in satisfaction against your pussy or glancing up to watch your innocent face contort with overwhelming pleasure.
"You're doing so well holding it for me" he praised softly between licks. "just a little longerâŠ"
Your body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release, but Jay kept you right there â teetering, desperate, and completely at his mercy.
Now you were shaking uncontrollably, your thighs trembling around Jay's head as he continued working you with his tongue.
Jay sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue rapidly while his two fingers curled deep inside you, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot.
His dark eyes flicked up to watch your face as he pushed you over.
"Jayâ fuckâ i'm cummingâ!" you cried out loudly, voice breaking into a high-pitched moan that echoed through the room.
The orgasm crashed over you hard.
Your back arched violently off the bed, hips jerking against his face as waves of intense pleasure ripped through your body.
You moaned shamelessly loud, almost screaming his name as your pussy clenched around his fingers and flooded his tongue.
But Jay didn't stop.
He kept his mouth on you through the entire orgasm, licking and sucking gently but consistently, drawing it out and immediately pushing you toward another peak.
"Jayâ oh my god, it's too much... i just cameâ ah" you wailed, one hand gripping his hair tightly while the other twisted in the sheets. your legs shook uncontrollably around his shoulders.
He hummed against your pussy, the vibration sending aftershocks through you.
"I know" he murmured, voice low and slightly smug against your wet folds. "but you sound too pretty when you're falling apart. i'm not done with you yet."
He continued eating you out with focused determination â slow, broad licks mixed with quick flicks on your oversensitive clit.
His fingers kept moving inside you, curling and thrusting steadily. the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on your dripping pussy filled the room alongside your loud, hoarse moans.
After several long minutes of this delicious torture, Jay finally pulled his mouth away, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal.
He looked up at your flushed, wrecked face with that signature cool smirk.
"On your stomach again." he said quietly, voice rough with want.
You barely had the strength to move, but he helped you, flipping you onto your belly with strong, careful hands.
He pulled your hips up so you were in doggy again â ass high, chest and face pressed down into the mattress, exactly how he liked you.
Jay knelt behind you and rubbed his hard cock along your soaked folds before pushing back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust. you moaned into the sheets as he filled you again.
"Jayâ ngghâ"
He started fucking you again with those perfect deep and fast strokes, his hips snapping against your ass.
One hand gripped your hip firmly while the other slid up your back. Then you felt it â his thumb circling your tight rim teasingly before slowly pressing inside.
The dual sensation â his thick cock stretching your pussy while his thumb gently worked inside your ass â was overwhelming.
"Shit... Jay" your body trembled as he pushed his thumb deeper, moving it in slow, careful thrusts in time with his cock.
"Relax for me" he murmured, voice low and steady even as he fucked you harder. "just a little. i've got you."
He kept the pace deep and rhythmic, cock driving into your pussy while his thumb gently fucked your ass.
The feeling was intense but not painful â just enough stretch and fullness to make your loud moans turn even more desperate.
You were a wreck â face down, ass up, moaning shamelessly loud with every thrust. Jay's free hand reached around to rub your clit again, pushing you toward another orgasm while he continued the double stimulation.
"Listen to how loud you are" he said, voice husky with arousal but still teasing. "you love this, don't you?"
"Yes... ngf... fuck yes, i love itâ" you cried out, pushing back against him desperately. "don't stop... please."
Jay kept going, deep and controlled.
His cock dragged perfectly against your g-spot with every thrust while his thumb moved gently inside you, stretching you just enough to heighten everything.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of sex, skin slapping skin, and your continuous loud moans.
He leaned forward, chest pressing against your back as he fucked you, his mouth close to your ear.
"You're squeezing me so fucking tight" he groaned softly. "both holes. such a greedy girl tonight."
You could only moan in response, completely lost in the pleasure.
Jay's rhythm never faltered â deep, fast strokes in your pussy, steady movements of his thumb in your ass, and his fingers still working your clit.
He kept you right on the edge of another orgasm, drawing it out just like before.
After several long, intense minutes, he pulled his thumb out carefully and focused entirely on fucking you deep from behind, both hands gripping your hips as he drove into you with powerful, controlled thrusts.
Jay leaned down again, kissing the back of your neck as he continued fucking you thoroughly.
"You're doing so well" he said quietly, voice warm despite how hard he was driving into you. "taking me so deep⊠being so loud for me. my perfect girl."
He kept the pace going, switching between deep grinding and faster thrusts, always keeping you full and stimulated.
He gripped your hips tighter and drove into you harder, his cock sliding in and out of your soaked, sensitive pussy with wet, obscene sounds.
"Jay, fuck... it's too muchâ" you cried out, voice breaking as he hit that perfect spot over and over.
He leaned forward, chest pressing against your back, and wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you in place. his other hand slid up to grip your shoulder, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust.
"You can take it" he murmured against your ear, voice rough and low. "you've been waiting years for this. take it like a good girl for me."
Then he shifted again, pushing your upper body fully down while keeping your hips raised.
The weight of him on top of you again, the way his cock drove so deep at this angle, had you moaning loudly into the sheets, almost sobbing with overstimulation and pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of him fucking you thoroughly, Jay's breathing became more ragged. his thrusts grew faster, more desperate.
This was exactly how he needed it.
He fucked you harder, hips snapping against your ass with urgent, almost frantic strokes.
His cock drove deep inside you with every thrust, the angle letting him hit as deep as possible. his breathing was heavy and labored against the back of your neck.
"Fuckâ i'm closeâ" he groaned, voice strained for the first time that night. "you feel too good⊠i can't hold it anymore."
You moaned loudly in response, pushing your ass back against him as much as you could. "cum inside me, i want to feel youâ"
That seemed to break the last bit of his control.
Jay's thrusts became erratic and desperate. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other gripping the sheets beside your head.
His hips slammed against you faster, chasing his release with raw need.
"Shitâ fuck" he growled, voice breaking as the pleasure overtook him.
With a deep, guttural groan that vibrated against your skin, Jay buried himself as deep as possible inside you and came hard.
His cock pulsed strongly, releasing thick, warm spurts of cum deep into your pussy.
His hips stuttered and jerked against your ass as he rode out the intense orgasm, grinding deep to push every drop inside you.
He kept thrusting weakly through his climax, desperate and almost whimpering against your neck as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
His body trembled on top of yours, muscles tense, breathing ragged and hot against your skin.
He stayed pressed against you, hips twitching, making sure you took every single drop.
The desperation in his movements â the way he held you so tightly, the broken groans, the way he couldn't stop moving even after he started cumming â was raw and intense. years of tension finally snapping in that exact moment.
He stayed inside you for a long time afterward, breathing heavily, body still covering yours completely as the last aftershocks ran through him.
His cock continued to twitch inside your cum-filled pussy, making you whimper softly at the overstimulation.
The room was quiet now except for both of your heavy breathing. Jay's warm, sweaty body remained pressed against your back, his face hidden in your neck as he tried to catch his breath.
No words yet.
Just the heavy, satisfied silence and the feeling of him still deep inside you, having cum exactly where he needed to â deep, desperate, and completely lost in the moment.
The room felt quieter than it had all night.
You stayed there â face down, body spent and trembling â trying to process the overwhelming wave of emotions crashing over you.
The pleasure was still echoing through your limbs, but something deeper was settling in. something terrifying and warm at the same time.
Jay finally let out a long, shaky breath.
He pressed a slow, almost hesitant kiss to the back of your shoulder before carefully pulling out of you.
The loss of him made you whimper softly. you felt empty.
Exposed. raw.
He rolled off you and lay on his side, facing you.
For a few seconds, he just looked at you â dark eyes searching your face with that familiar intensity. his hair was messy, lips slightly swollen, skin glistening with sweat under the soft brown-gold lighting.
He looked beautiful. and suddenly, painfully real.
You turned your head to face him, cheek still pressed against the bed.
Your heart was doing something complicated in your chest.
"JayâŠ" you whispered, voice hoarse from how loudly you'd been moaning.
He reached out and gently brushed damp strands of hair away from your face. his touch was careful now, almost reverent.
"Yeah?" he answered quietly. his voice was lower than usual, a little rough.
You didn't know what to say. there were too many things at once.
I just slept with my best friend.
I let him cum inside me.
I've been in love with you for years and now i'm scared.
Instead of speaking, you shifted closer and tucked yourself against his chest.
Jay didn't hesitate â he wrapped his arms around you immediately, pulling you in.
One hand rubbed slow circles on your bare back while the other rested at the nape of your neck.
The silence stretched again, but it wasn't uncomfortable.
It was heavy.
"IâŠ" you started, then stopped.
Your fingers traced small patterns on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowly begin to calm. "i don't know what to say right now."
Jay let out a soft breath that was almost a chuckle. "me neither."
He tilted his head down to look at you.
His expression was calm on the surface, but you knew him too well. there was something vulnerable behind his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked. the question was simple, but the way he asked it â gentle, serious â made your chest tighten.
You nodded against him. "yeah. just⊠a lot."
He was quiet for a moment, then spoke again, voice low. "i know. for me too."
You pulled back slightly so you could see his face better. "did you⊠want this? like, really want it? or did i justâ"
Jay cut you off by pressing his forehead against yours.
"I wanted it" he said firmly. "i've wanted it for longer than i probably should admit. but i never let myself think about it too much because⊠you're you. my best friend. the one person i didn't want to risk losing."
Your eyes stung a little.
You swallowed hard.
"I've been in love with you since second year" you confessed in a whisper. the words felt scary to say out loud, but after everything that had just happened, they also felt necessary.
"Not just⊠wanting you. loving you. for years. and tonight i just⊠i couldn't pretend anymore."
Jay's hand stilled on your back for a second. then he pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin.
"I figured" he murmured. "i'm not blind. the way you looked at me during those guitar lessons⊠how you'd get quiet sometimes. i noticed. i just didn't know if acting on it would fuck everything up."
You let out a shaky laugh. "and now?"
He was quiet for a long time. his fingers resumed their slow movement on your back.
"Now i don't know" he admitted honestly. "but i don't regret it. not even a little." he paused. "do you?"
You shook your head quickly. "no. God, no. it felt⊠right. even if it was intense. even if i was so loud i probably woke up your neighbors."
Jay chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest.
The familiar teasing tone returned just a bit. "you were really loud. i didn't know you had that in you."
You hid your face in his neck, embarrassed but smiling. "shut up. you were the one edging me for like an hour."
He laughed again, but it faded into something softer. his arms tightened around you.
"I just⊠i needed to know you really wanted it" he said quietly. "all of it. not just because you were drunk or horny. i needed to hear you fall apart for me."
You stayed silent, absorbing his words.
The vulnerability in his voice was rare. Jay was always the cool one, the one who had everything under control. hearing him admit that he'd been holding back too made something warm bloom in your chest.
"I've never felt like that with anyone else" you whispered. "not even close. it wasn't just sex, Jay. it was you."
He exhaled slowly, like he'd been holding that breath for a long time.
"Yeah" he said finally. "same here."
The two of you stayed tangled together like that for a while.
You traced a finger along his collarbone. "are you scared?" you asked softly.
Jay was quiet for a few seconds.
"A little" he admitted. "i don't want to lose what we have. the friendship. the late nights. the stupid arguments about music. you're important to me. really fucking important."
You nodded, throat tight. "me too. but⊠i also don't think i can go back to pretending i don't feel this way."
He tilted your chin up gently so you were looking at him. his dark eyes were serious, but there was warmth there too.
"Then we don't pretend" he said. "we figure it out. slowly. no pressure. you're still my best friend first. everything else⊠we'll see."
You felt tears prick at your eyes again, but this time they were different. not sad. just overwhelmed.
Jay noticed immediately. he wiped the corner of your eye with his thumb.
"Hey" he said softly, that teasing smirk returning just a fraction. "don't cry on me now. i just made you cum so hard you almost forgot your own name. this is supposed to be a victory lap."
You laughed wetly and shoved his chest lightly. "you're such an asshole."
"Your asshole" he corrected, smirking.
The joke helped. it reminded you that even after everything, he was still Jay.
Your Jay.
You snuggled closer again, legs tangling with his. His hand resumed rubbing your back, soothing and steady.
The emotional weight of the night settled over both of you â the relief, the fear, the hope, the deep affection that had always been there underneath the tension.
It wasn't simple. it wasn't clean. but it was real.
Jay held you tighter, like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.
"Get some sleep" he murmured eventually, voice soft. "we'll talk more in the morning. when your brain isn't fried from all the orgasms i gave you."
You smiled against his skin. "cocky."
"Accurate" he replied.
Even in the emotional aftermath, the teasing remained. it felt safe. familiar.
As your eyes grew heavier, wrapped in his arms in the warm glow of his room, you realized something important:
Whatever happened next â whether this became something more or complicated everything â you didn't regret a single second.
And from the way Jay's fingers kept tracing gentle patterns on your skin long after you thought he'd fallen asleep, you suspected he didn't either.
life was supposed to go forward the way you had always been told.
find someone, fall in love, get married, have kids.
that was the formula - the routine of every day life that you, yourself, had agreed to. it was supposed to be easy and carefree, the type of love that felt natural and yet definite. it was supposed to be certain.
jeon jungkook.
the love of your life. no one, nothing, could compare to him; the one constant in your life since you were no older than five. two years older than you, he had been the object of your infatuations even then, and though you both harboured a crush on one another as you grew up, it was only when you were 14 that you both actually pursued something.
you both came from broken homes, with your parents entangled in the world of drugs and abuse, his absent more times than present. you had each other though, and that was all either of you had ever really needed - that much had been true for years. it didnât take long to fall in love with him, not when he treated you like blooming flowers in the first touch of spring; you were more than just his girl. you were his y/n.
no one blinked when he proposed, everyone half expecting it, and neither of you had wanted to wait to plan a lavish wedding when you were both the only constants in each otherâs lives. and so, with cheap rings, a random dress you had found at the bottom of your wardrobe and his scuffed shoes - you had become husband and wife.
jungkook was the best partner you could have ever asked for. money was tight in the beginning as he threw himself into his job, making sure he had enough to spoil you rotten even if that meant coming home exhausted. it killed you to see him working so hard, but he never complained, not even once. it was done in the pursuit of his sweet wife, and therefore just.
he quickly began climbing the ranks, his intelligence unmatched, his speed and efficiency making him a force to be reckoned with. in a mere seven years, he had managed to go from the lowest ranking worker in the company right to head office, before formally being announced as ceo.
it was unheard of. people like him, people like you, they didnât live like this. it felt like over night your entire life had changed, as the tiny, one bed apartment transformed into a penthouse suite in your cityâs most reputable area, your beaten down car now more lavish than you could ever dream of. your clothes - silks, linens and luxurious patterns. you were a changed woman, all at the hands of your husband.
that was when the cracks had began to form.
the late nights began, jungkook holed up in his office for far longer than anyone else at the company, stacks of paper all around as he tried to crack numbers before the next day could bring its own workload. you didnât mind at first, more so worried over anything else.
you packed late dinners, going up to his office and eating them with him just to keep him company, to ground him which he needed more than you could ever realise. he would sit you on his lap as he worked, all whilst you napped peacefully on his shoulder as though this was perfectly normal.
the first few months, it worked. after that, it could no longer hide the gaping hole that had begun to appear.
missed dinners. missed dates. jungkook showing up at two in the morning despite everyone else going home at five in the afternoon - this wasnât normal. wasnât healthy. the amount of arguments that were being caused due to his workaholic nature was alarming, especially considering neither of you had ever even raised your voices to one another prior to this.
your heart was getting heavier and heavier.
not because you doubted his love for you - that wasnât even a question in your mind, that much was certain. if anything, jungkook loved you too much, entirely and wholly, with every single decision made in his life somehow tracing back to you in one way or another. whether it was purchasing things, buying them with the intent of impressing you, making you happy or smile. every opportunity, every signed contract, every bastard fucking meeting that he could feel so deeply in his bones was done with the intention of giving you a life so soft you would never experience hardship again.
that was where the problem lay.
jungkook didnât know how to love in a way that could nurture your relationship through this, and so, he did the only thing he could. he sacrificed.
slowly, painfully, the realisation that somewhere between the neglect, the late nights and unanswered phone calls, your husband had stopped being your husband at all. he had become a mere ghost in your shared home.
the night you had made your decision was one that felt imprinted in your memory.
it was past midnight, the harsh light of your phone reminding you with each passing moment. the rain was harsh too, with it being the middle of autumn, causing you to curl deeper into the covers on your bed but it did nothing to chase the cold away. dinner had long gone cold downstairs, with your housekeeper giving you a long, sad look before leaving to her own home, patting you on the shoulder in comfort.
your heart hurt so fucking much.
your phone was untouched, with messages sent hours prior despite the lack of response.
âwhere are you?â
âare you coming home tonight?â
âjungkook, you promised.â
âi miss you.â
you felt pathetic. humiliation ran up and down your veins at the thought of having to beg for a morsel of attention from your husband, but what else were you supposed to do? what else could you do? loneliness had a tendency to do that to people.
the sound of the front door finally opening had your eyes looking up, no longer staring into space, thinking. overthinking.
jungkook finally stumbled in, hours and hours late, shoulders tense and black coat half wet due to the rain outside. his phone had died hours ago, and his brain was a jumble of numbers and stakeholders, still muttering under his breath over something one of his colleagues had said. he was exhaustion personified.
âbaby.â he exhaled deeply upon the sight of you still up.
1:47am.
you stared at him, unable to focus on anything in particular as your reddened eyes somehow glinted in the moonlit essence of the room. his heart ached.
âyou missed it again.â you whispered, barely audible.
another dinner sat cold. jungkook had noticed it on his way up, muttering a small fuck under his breath, but seeing you now? something had changed, something was different and the sight scared him to death.
âi know, i..â
âyou said youâd be home for six.â
âi know baby, iâm so sorry, we had an emergency shareholders meeting and it was just..fuck.â
âitâs always an emergency.â you muttered bitterly.
the silence that followed felt suffocating to you both.
he carefully placed his things at the door before approaching you slowly, as though you were a wounded fawn struck by an arrow from his own back - it was his fault. he knew that, he could see it.
âiâm trying.â he whispered softly, as he crouched to meet your eyes.
that was the worst thing of all - of course he was trying. you knew he was, you could see it in every single thing he did but that was the part that made it so much more painful. it was unbearable.
tears burned harshly behind your eyes, lip openly trembling as you stared at the only man to have ever felt your affection, the love of your life. the same man that would set himself on fire just to keep you warm, who had done this all for you - even you knew that but, the pain. you werenât sure when loving him had started to hurt this badly.
âi donât need..i donât want any of this, jungkook.â you corrected as your voice cracked, hands gesturing to the too large room. âdonât care about penthouses or cars, or money..â
âitâs not about that.â
âthen what is it about?â you cried, months and months of neglect finally collapsing all at once. âbecause iâm losing you anyway.â
the devastation that appeared on his face would have floored you on any other occasion, but the horrible feeling that had taken over was consuming you from the inside out. you couldnât rid yourself of your thoughts, the looming decision that had grown and grown and grown, so much so that it felt bigger than you in both mind and body. you couldnât stop the tears even if you wanted to.
âi feel so lonely.â you admitted honestly, a broken sob leaving your lips. âyouâre all i have..all iâve ever had and i feel lonely.â
the words physically wounded him as he felt his own tears begin to form, a horrible realisation fluttering through his body - this wasnât fixable. he could see it now, the utter pain in your eyes, the way your body shook as you cried, and though he was crouched in front of you, arms wrapping around you; it wasnât enough.
âiâll fix this. iâll fix this, fuck. y/n..â he shook, holding you so tightly, his heart beating out of his chest. âgive me time. give me a chance. give me something, give me anything.â
you only cried harder at his words, collapsing entirely as the sobs racked through your body violently. you knew he meant it, knew he meant every single word, and you genuinely believed it too but you were tired.
so, so tired.
you knew that the love between you, no matter how deep, could not survive on patched up apologies and promises no longer.
the separation happened three weeks later.
perhaps that was too cruel of you - you should have given him more time, more chances, another opportunity to prove himself to you so he could actually begin repairing something that had already long collapsed before he had ever realised the damage. staying felt too painful, as though you were prodding delicate skin with a million sharpened blades. for once in your entire existence, you chose yourself.
you hated yourself for it.
you could no longer survive off of the memories of who your husband had once been, the once sweet teenage boy who slept on the streets with you just so youâd feel safe from the grasps of your parents. the man who had ran home to tell you about his promotion, who then sobbed in your arms at the mere prospect of getting to give you the life you deserved. oh, how each and every fibre of your being yearned for him, how it knew him by breath alone and yet it wasnât enough. nothing could possibly hurt more.
packing your things nearly killed him. you remembered it vividly.
jungkook stood silently in the doorway of your shared bedroom, watching numbly, as though his soul had left his entire body as you packed up remnants of a life once shared with him. cardboard boxes were filled with your books, your makeup, your silly trinkets you had acquired together - the sight of you crying as you packed your wedding album so delicately was enough to have him bite back his own sob, shaking his head at the reality of the situation.
he hadnât stopped you. it was the worst part.
jungkook was intimidating to most; hardened by his life experiences and the struggle he had been raised in, his only priority for the past decade being you. you didnât like to go into his work, knowing he was quite literally a different person there - efficient, yes, but also ruthless. and yet, he stood, watching you as though his eyes couldnât comprehend the scene in front of him, tears wiped harshly from his face in fear that it would only upset you more.
even in moments like this, he put you first.
his hands sat caged on either side of him, as you sobbed, and sobbed and sobbed. he wanted nothing more than to pick you up, cradle you, cherish you the way he so desperately wanted but in his love for you came your happiness. he was a man devoted to you, and he couldnât cage you somewhere you no longer felt happy staying - he loved you too much to ever do that.
the divorce proceedings were somehow so much worse.
the media frenzy surrounding jeon jungkook, the elusive ceo who was known for his mysterious persona and dark eyes, was quite literally unbearable. the sudden separation exploded all over the tabloids and the internet, with headlines appearing faster than either of you could keep up with. the hate was too much, to which jungkook stepped in to silence everyone behind the scenes, throwing an insane amount of money at journalists to keep your name out of their filthy mouths. wife or not, you were one half of him and heâd be damned if you were spoken of in anyway that wasnât praiseworthy.
you couldnât even look at him during the hearings.
god, you tried. you wanted to, managing to sneak little glances where you caught him already staring at you, despair all over his face, but you couldnât handle it, tears streaming out of your eyes almost immediately. he knew you loved him. he could see it, clear as day.
he looked sick, as though he hadnât eaten for weeks, the mere sight of you enough to sustain him until the next meeting, where your feet lightly brushed against one another underneath the table in a subconscious way.
he barely spoke, only choosing to actually speak when he was asked a question, but other than that, he spent his time in the meetings staring at you longingly. heâd whisper a soft âdonât cryâ whenever heâd see you tear up, your lip quivering each time you snuck a glance over, despite knowing it was breaking you.
he signed everything over to you immediately. his lawyers had practically choked, eyes wide as he silenced them almost harshly for even suggesting anything otherwise, your own eyebrows pulling together as you tried to reject. you didnât want his money, you didnât want what he had worked so hard for.
the penthouse, the cars, the accounts. every. fucking. thing.
âjungkook..â you had whispered through tears at the table, addressing him for the first time in so long. âi donât want any of this, itâs yours. youâve worked so hard.â
hearing you was enough to provide the energy he had been lacking, the very blood in his bloodstream pumping harder as he shook his head at you, offended.
âi got those things for you. it never belonged to me..was always yours.â he whispered back, causing you to look down with another choked sob.
it was the final hearing that truly cemented the empty hole inside of you.
your hands shook violently, so much so that you were unable to pick up your pen and sign away your marriage, the one thing you needed to do to finally let him go. everyone in the room frowned as they watched you, face flooded with tears as your digits simply refused, as though your body rejected the notion as being entirely unnatural. they all felt pity for you, for both of you - you both were clearly in love, and they couldnât understand the gravity of the situation between you.
jungkook had stood from his side of the table, walking over to you until his hand had softly encapsulated your own, your quiet sobs only growing harsher at the feel of the one person you had been craving for so long. he held it, guiding you to your own, helping you write your name on the dotted line despite every part of his body aching.
ex-husband.
the thought should have killed you.
once it was signed, he held onto your hand, too scared to let go as the documents were taken, your lawyers and his slowly leaving the room, leaving you be. you should have let go, should have pushed him away as he no longer had any tie to you - you werenât married, you werenât together. alas, the thought felt sacrilegious.
instead, he knelt, knees hitting the hardened floor below you as your red eyes met his properly. entirely.
âiâll fix this.â he promised you, voice no longer shaking, as you could hear the depth of his promise to you. âi donât care how long it takes, baby, but youâll come back to me. iâll come back to you better, iâll be worthy. i promise you, y/n.â he whispered.
another sob climbed up your throat, mean and harsh, as your body collapsed against the chair you were sat in, your emotion taking a complete hold over you.
because even then, after everything, you knew his words to be true. you knew home would be waiting.
â
eight months had passed now, and soon came the first touch of summer. the bleak sky had become brighter, clouds hibernating and birds chirping as the world became warmer, accommodating for the transition into what most would describe as a joyous time. unfortunately for you, your body was still recovering from what could only be described as the most traumatic stage of your life thus far.
everything felt unnatural and wrong - you were trying to keep up despite it moving a million miles around you.
even after all this time, your stomach still dropped whenever youâd see anything that referred to him as your ex husband, as though your mind and heart needed a moment to catch up. how could jungkook ever simply become an ex anything to you?
he had existed in your life for so long that removing him felt akin to ripping a vital organ out of your body, all whilst expected to function entirely normally. how could you? you suppose you were failing, really, with the way you moved through life out of necessity instead of want.
the tabloids loved him now more than ever. it was the paradox of tragedy, you assumed, as you knew how badly the world yearned for a broken hearted lover.
the youngest ceo in the countryâs history, a billionaire bachelor - the elusive businessman was on the top of every social hierarchy, whilst people spoke about you in hushed whispers. the only woman to have ever gotten away. who were you? why did you leave? why did he leave you with so much?
he had become so much colder after the divorce, and people picked up on it like rats with forgotten food.
the media had always labelled him as an intimidating man, but now, there was no way of denying it. there was something unsettling about the pictures that were being papped of him, your hungry eyes taking him in top to bottom, nibbling your lip - he looked so different. broad shoulders remained the same, but he seemed bigger, no doubt taking out his pain in the gym. it was the look in his eyes, however, that had your stomach in knots.
he looked dead whilst alive.
jeon jungkook was heartbroken, and the world knew it clear as day.
he had dealt with it the only way he knew how - by burying himself six feet deep into his work, knowing he had nothing to come home to, often times sleeping in his office just so he could ignore the silence of his house.
meanwhile, you had spent the last eight months trying to learn how to exist without him.
the humiliation at first was all you were reminded of, as you realised how deeply you had intertwined into him and vice versa. the silence in your once shared penthouse was so unbearable that you had moved into a tiny two bedroom apartment, using the spare as a storage unit for all of your books. on your nightstand still sat a picture of you both, as you secretly cried over it most nights. you couldnât even sleep unless you wore one of his hoodies, despite his scent having washed off months ago - it was the comfort of knowing you still had a part of your marriage with you.
you missed him in every small, stupid, awful way imaginable.
the feeling of his hand, heavy and strong, on your thigh as he drove you around. the way he would cage you into any surface he could find just to smother you in kisses, or even the way he would whisper into your ear stupid jokes that had you giggling too loudly for the world to hear.
you missed your husband. you missed jungkook.
everyday you battled with the regret of your choice, especially once youâd see the way his under-eyes had sunken with the lack of sleep and yet you couldnât bring yourself to admit it out loud. you couldnât live that way again, not with the neglect - not with your past trauma from your parents.
jungkook knew the gravity of his actions, knew you needed to heal and reason with them before he could come back to you but fuck, it hurt so bad to wait.
sometimes, during your weaker moments, you found yourself searching him into your phone in the dead of night, breathing out an audible sigh of relief at the confirmation he was still openly single. it was pathetic, that much you knew, but it was selfish beyond anything else. so cruel to want the man you left to be alone, simply because he still belonged to you.
you had attempted to rebuild your life slowly, carefully piecing together fragments of yourself that existed before all of this had happened. your days were quieter now, so much lonelier but it was enough to keep your mind from spiralling every second of every waking day.
some habits, however, refused to die.
his contact remained as the only favourited number in your phone, as you spent all of your time rereading old messages, despite it ending in tears. if only you knew he too did the same, with his photo album on his phone his most used app as he stared at you nightly, often falling asleep with your picture shining brightly on his screen.
you still loved him. he loved you even more.
that could never change.
-
the first flowers came on a random tuesday.
you had just experienced one of the worst days youâd had in a while, with a final meeting with one of your clients going to shit after you realised hours of work and designs had somehow corrupted, and then deleted. by the time you had returned home, you were sure the world had seen your teary state, your body heavier than usual.
as you searched your bag for your keys, your eyes peered up, noticing them.
your breath caught.
sitting neatly outside your apartment door. a bouquet, large but elegant - white gardenias. the flowers you had held at not only your wedding, but the ones jungkook would buy you for your anniversary each year.
your flowers.
your chest ached so violently you found yourself gasping for air as your legs gave out below you. you slid down the wall, fingers brushing against the delicate petals as you looked for a note, only to realise there wasnât one. you didnât need to see who they were from, only one person knew you well enough and your heart felt like it had been split into two as you took them in.
it wasnât your anniversary, wasnât any special kind of occasion, and yet here they were. bright, promising, sweet.
your vision blurred with heavy tears as the painful feeling in your body grew, throat tightening with emotion before reaching out and taking a hold of them, breathing the flowers in openly.
the scent alone was enough to destroy you.
he was everywhere, all of the time - even now. especially now.
the flowers had become a norm, a pattern that was only recognisable to you, and completely deniable to any other person looking in. you were smarter than you looked and you knew what was happening, and yet you couldnât bring yourself to call it out.
your favourite restaurant somehow managing to accommodate you always despite the line or packed out reservations list, or the paparazzi that often bullied you for your attention outside of your home mysteriously disappearing. even your car, that you had dented slightly, appeared in perfect condition as you walked down to go to work one morning, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
your chest bloomed with realisation.
jungkook.
he never appeared himself, no. never. it was unsettling really, the reminder that he was powerful and could have things done with a flick of his wrist - he was sure to never make you privy to it, so youâd always feel like he was the same boy you had met all those years ago. now? he had every intention of showing you the empire he had built for you and you alone. he lingered around you and your life like a floating ghost, invisible but permanent. you truly couldnât get rid of him even if you tried.
three weeks later is when you felt yourself reaching breaking point.
for the first time in months, you were finally leaving the house to actually do something for fun. your best friend, yejin, whoâs husband yoongi was ironically jungkookâs best friend, had forced you to come out for a drink. nothing intense, merely a nice bar where the drinks were smooth and the company was good, with slow jazz playing in the back.
exhaustion was heavy in your bones but you listened, doing your best to make yourself look nice despite how dead you felt inside. a little skirt that felt too short and a top that perhaps plunged too low - yejin had deemed you utterly perfect.
sat at the bar, you sipped your drink, wincing lightly as she yapped away about something her coworker had said. you appreciated how she refused to bring jungkook up, knowing that she couldnât breach the topic unless you were the one to bring it up yourself. you hated how badly you wanted to, how desperate you were to find out how he was doing.
she filled the air constantly, like she was terrified of what would happen if your mind caught up to the reality of the situation, instead filling it with nonsense to occupy your demanding thoughts.
you let her.
you even found yourself laughing, the feeling and sound so startling that it reduced you to silence for a full minute afterwards as you welcomed the feeling of actual joy for the first time in so long.
you almost didnât notice the shift in your phone, the slight light radiating from beneath as you had turned it onto its screen earlier in the evening. she, however, paused mid sentence, eyes dropping down to let you know someone was ringing.
nothing could have prepared you for the sight of his name on the screen.
the name, âkookieâ with a large, red heart adorned your phone as humiliation rummaged through you at the realisation you had never even bothered to change his name, the concept too painful to come to terms with. however, yejin all but gasped as she turned to you, eyes widened with an almost excitement.
âanswer it.â she encouraged, hand on your back. âiâll watch your drink.â
you werenât sure what to say, as you nodded, staring down at the screen before shakily sliding off of your seat and heading towards the back entrance, where a smokers area sat empty. your hands shook as you cupped the phone to your chest, taking a seat before looking down at it once more.
he was calling you.
jungkook was fucking calling you.
before you could overthink, you swiped, answering it.
the phone felt hot against your ear, a reminder of what was currently happening as your heart began beating harder than it had in months, your hands shaking. for a second, neither of you spoke.
you could hear faint movement on his end, a shuffling of some sorts before he completely stilled, as though he had pushed everything he was doing to a side at the realisation you had actually answered.
âhi.â
god. your eyes squeezed shut tight almost immediately.
there he was - your jungkook. not the ceo extraordinaire that was plastered on every publication you could find, with dead eyes and a sharp expression. no, this was him. jungkook. your jungkook.
the sound alone nearly brought you to tears. you felt so pathetic.
âhi.â you whispered back, voice cracking.
silence settled again, but not awkwardly. you didnât think an awkward silence was capable of existing between you, not when your bodies were so intertwined and so aware of one another. the distance between you was unnatural, neither of your minds able to comprehend an eight month hiatus enough to understand that this phone call alone shouldnât have been happening.
he exhaled slowly, and your shoulders gently relaxed, your eyes closing momentarily as you imagined him. no doubt still at work, in a suit unbuttoned at the shirt, his tie long forgotten. his tattooed hand running through his hair, ruffling it the way you always would.
âyou answered.â he broke you out of your thoughts.
your chest tightened painfully at the sheer disbelief in his tone.
âyou called.â
a faint huff of amusement left him then, causing you to blink back any emotion that was building in your eyes. it eased you.
âyeah.â he breathed out.
another pause.
you felt so suddenly aware of yourself - your hand reached out to smooth down your hair, adjust your top and skirt, despite knowing he couldnât see you. it was subconscious, as though the thought of him alone was enough to undo you, but his voice? hearing it after so long, directed at you, for you. yours. it was enough to have you soothed for months.
before you could spiral in your thoughts, he spoke again.
âwhere are you?â
âout with yejin.â
âmm.â you shivered at his hum. you had no idea he was so undone at the sound of you too. âa bar?â
âyeah.â
âyou drinking?â
you rolled your eyes, tongue poking your cheek at his curiosity. some things truly had never changed.
âwhy?â you asked, and you could almost hear his grin on the other end. âcanât i ask?â
his tone, smooth. familiar. fuck, it did things to you, and you could feel your thighs pressing together just listening to him. secretly, your favourite part of jungkook was how possessive he had always been, and even in moments like this where he hid it under a layer of calmness, you could recognise it instantly.
it reminded you of when heâd ask you whether you had eaten, just before pulling you into his lap, lips attacking the side of your neck hungrily or when heâd tell you to take your medicine, with a slow âbabyâ and kisses planted to your forehead and cheeks.
âone drink.â you revealed, with a nibble to your lip.
you had no idea that he too was a fucking mess.
jungkook was indeed in his office, with his legs spread, suit jacket and tie somewhere, his shirt unbuttoned a little as he too drank. a cup of whiskey in his hand, his hair a mess as he scoured over your instagram for the millionth time just that day. neither of you were ones to post much, especially considering your accounts were private with only a few people, but he stalked you daily in hopes of a glimpse of you. could you blame him? he was utterly, devotedly in love with you.
a measly divorce couldnât stop that.
seeing yejinâs story, with your low cut top, and your big eyes showing a sign of life for the first time in months made his heart bloom. it had his cock straining, again, just looking at you, eyes hungrily looking over every inch of you and your soft smile. god, how he had missed it.
he had given you your time. respected your wishes, allowed you eight months of this but enough was enough. the flowers were just the beginning, marking his space back in your life through a promise he had every intention of upholding. he had told you directly he was going to fix this, and you, his sweet, sweet girl had believed him.
he would never let you down again.
âyou having fun?â
âwhy do you wanna know every single detail?â you asked, tone a little harsher than intended but you couldnât help yourself. this was an ambush on your senses.
he huffed once more, the amusement enough to disarm you.
âbecause i miss you.â
the words left him so easily that the breath in your lungs completely dissipated, leaving you a statued mess. no hesitation, no shame - pure, devastating honesty.
âyou canât say that, jungkook.â you weakly combatted, the intake of breath on his side of the phone at the sound of his name leaving your mouth enough of an answer for you.
âwhy not? i canât miss my wife?â he scoffed lightly at you.
you blubbered for a moment. âi-i am not..iâm not your wife!â
âokay.â he hummed once more.
there was a quiet clink on his end, no doubt picking his drink up and taking a big gulp after abandoning it the second you answered. neither of you spoke for a few more moments, silence now becoming a running theme between you on the call, and yet it was still void of the awkwardness youâd find anywhere else. it was awful how familiar it felt. how comfortable and safe.
your fingers played with the hem of your skirt nervously, unsure if you had been too brash - he was hurting too after all.
âis that top new?â
your breath caught.
â..what?â
jungkook stayed quiet for an extra beat. âyour top. havenât seen that one before.â
heat flooded your cheeks, chest and neck before you could even respond, your lips bitten down as you inhaled shakily.
âhow do you know that?â you were ignoring the way your pulse was hammering against your body, trying to feign an air of nonchalance.
at that, he couldnât help the small grin. âsaw you on yejinâs story.â he murmured, quieter now. âlook so good. love when you wear pink, baby.â
it wasnât even the words he had chosen, but more so the way he was saying them. so calm, so certain, so casual as if he wasnât calling his ex wife baby over a bit of cleavage that was never really meant for his eyes - your blush spreading all over you now.
âjungkook..â you breathed out, shakily.
âwhat?â he asked innocently, and you could really hear the smile in his voice now. âam i wrong?â
you looked down at your top, nibbling away at your lip to hide the small smile that was beginning to form on your own face, something that you hadnât felt in a long, long time. your fingers brushed against your stomach, feeling the fabric before tucking a strand behind your hair.
âitâs new.â you admitted softly, heels shuffling slightly on the ground.
the sound he made in response was enough to ruin you. not a laugh, not quite a sigh - something pleased.
he hummed. âso pretty.â
your eyes squeezed shut, and jungkook could feel it. could see it as though you were right in front of him. you were never one to handle a compliment, always going pink and shyly looking away and god, he loved it so much. loved complimenting you in hopes that you would react just like that, just to see you get all flustered.
the feeling in your stomach..it felt so strange. the same one that had haunted you for the past eight months, an unbearable warmth that filled you from your toes to your head, something you craved so desperately from him and him alone. to be noticed, looked at, admired by jungkook was one thing but to be loved by him? it was joy in itself.
you could feel it.
no one had ever loved you quite like he had done, as though every single thing you were capable of was worthy of applause. it terrified you.
âyou canât do this.â your voice came out so much smaller than either of you had expected, changing the entire feel of the call instantly.
as a result, his own tone softened, as though he was dealing with something porcelain.
âdo what, baby?â
your heart physically ached.
âtalk to me..like nothing happened.â
you felt sick to your stomach, hands gripping your phone and stomach as your eyes shut tight. you wished you hadnât of said anything, not with the way the silence kissed the air in a way that felt anything but familiar - it hurt. painful in every single way.
for the first time since answering the phone, you could see jungkook properly. could hear him breathing sharply as though your words were both a reminder and an understanding that no matter what, things could never go back to what they once were.
the slight twitch in his cheek, the way his fingers would naturally tighten whenever he was overwhelmed with emotion like he didnât know where to put it, where to place it in his overworking mind. he had always loved so deeply, your jungkook; just didnât know where to put it, or how to show it.
when he finally spoke again, his voice was quieter. stripped bare for you, so you could feel him.
âi know what i did.â he admitted softly. âi know i fucked up, and that i failed you as a husband.â
your throat tightened.
outside, rainwater still lingered from earlier, a sickly humidity wrapped into every air particle around you. the scent of lingering cigarette smoke was heavy enough to ground you in that moment as you listened to jungkook speak words neither of you could truly handle hearing, despite how necessary they were. it just hurt so, so badly.
inside the bar, you could hear muffled laughter, people egging one another on for drinks as jazz boomed, your heart easing as you could hear yejinâs voice amongst the crowd, no doubt the life of the party there too.
âthen why are you acting like this?â you pathetically asked, lip jutting out in a teary pout. he could almost hear it on you. âyouâre talking to me like weâre still together.â
âyouâre still mine, y/n.â
your breath hitched violently.
âjungkook-â
âno,â he remained calm, a stark difference between you and him. âyou asked me a question, baby, so let me answer it properly.â
the nickname rolled off of his lips so naturally, instinctively, and you hated how easily your body curled closer, almost desperate to hear it whilst he stood in front of you. you had always been putty in his hands, so easily undone with a few pretty words but youâd held back for the past few months for the sake of your boundaries. hearing him so open, so honest - it was fucking you up all over again.
âi know weâre divorced,â he continued before you could interrupt him again. âi know..youâre not my wife anymore, and i know this is my fault. you left because of me and iâll live with that for the rest of my life.â
his voice cracked by the end of his statement.
âbut i wonât sit here and pretend like the last eight months have suddenly erased the past fifteen years of loving you.â
the words shattered you. your delicate, pathetic heart broke once more at his words at the confirmation of what you needed to hear so, so badly.
years of abandonment issues stemming from your parents and friends who had only ever toyed with you meant you had put your all into jungkook, who had only ever put every inch of himself back in - you were a partnership, a welcome duo that made sense to the both of you. watching him pull back, forget you, neglect and abandon your relationship no matter the reason was enough to trigger you in ways that no one could reason with.
it was an intimate form of violence that though was never intended, hurt more than anything he could have ever done to you.
he knew that. he was openly telling you he recognised his faults, his wrong doings - you knew that too. god, you knew him better than anyone alive, and you knew that by leaving him it was the only way for him to understand and see.
âyouâre making this so much harder, jungkook.â you whispered out through a flood of tears, your mascara and eyeliner smudging immediately under the slaughter of liquid.
âiâm sorry. iâm so, so sorry baby but i need you to hear me, okay? just..i need you to know iâm going to fix this. properly.â he breathed out, desperate now. âiâve been doing things right this time..gave you space, let you breathe, been working on myself and going to therapy. donât sleep at the office anymore, did at the start cause i didnât like coming home but iâm better now.â
therapy?
you knew he held so much trauma with his own parents, his own upbringing, too scared to ever even speak about it if it wasnât with you but to hear he had actually taken the steps to go forwards with something that put him directly out of his comfort zone was insanity to you. especially when his one and only concern had only ever been your own comfort, even at his expense.
his honesty made you burst out into quiet sobs - a noise he swore was harsh enough to kill him. he breathed out, cooing at you lightly as he shook his head despite you unable to see him, so pained.
jungkook recognised your pain immediately.
âyeah,â he muttered. âturns out working yourself to death because youâre afraid of losing everything after youâve had a shitty upbringing actually isnât normal behaviour. who knew?â
despite your heartbroken state, you let out a sincere watery laugh.
the sound hit him like a drug.
he went completely silent after hearing it, replaying it in the forefront of his mind. a greedy, gluttonous side of him climbing out of his very throat as he held it close to his soul, cherishing it - he was a starved man finally being fed.
âthere she is.â he breathed. âfuck..missed hearing your laugh.â
you hated how easily you were able to slip back into him.
âjungkook..â
âi mean it,â his tone deepened slightly - more certain, more intentional. âiâm not calling you tonight to confuse you, y/n. iâm not calling because iâm lonely..â
your fingers tightened around the phone once more. âthen, why?â
âbecause iâm getting you back.â
there was no hesitation in his voice, no wariness nor anything other than sheer determination. he sounded firm and a part of that thrilled you, whilst the other half sat scared of what this meant - you couldnât survive this again, losing him. what if you had changed? what if you werenât who he thought you were anymore?
âhey, stop it.â he shook his head, eyebrows furrowing. âitâs just me, y/n. itâs just me and you, okay?â
âbut what if we canât do it?â you asked through a teary sob, scuffing your heels on the hard ground. âwhat if iâm different and what if itâs too hard? i canât..i wonât survive it..â
silence once more.
âthen, we do it slowly.â he whispered, assured, soothing you. no hesitation whatsoever. âiâm not asking you to trust me overnight, baby. i know i fucked that up already.â
your lip trembled, tears streaming so fast you could hardly keep up.
âbut iâm here now.â
the words settled so deeply inside of you that it almost hurt. that was all you had wanted all along, was it not? a present husband, the same man that loved you without the frills of money and presents - you wanted jungkook. your jungkook.
you swallowed thickly, knowing it had taken so much of him to even say this to you, so confident as he knew you needed a rock at this moment despite also being emotionally devastated.
two whole minutes of silence stretched between you as you caught your breath, your tears still streaming but your sobs subsiding, allowing for sweet hiccups that he thought were the cutest thing he had ever heard. his mind swam, aching, knowing how needy you were after a cry. he wanted to bundle you up and hold you, kiss you until there were no more thoughts left in that pretty little head of yours, right until you were finally asleep and safe in his arms.
âare you still at work?â you asked softly, breaking the silence and pulling him out of his thoughts.
a small pause.
then, almost amused - âtechnically..â
âjungkook! itâs late..â
he laughed quietly under his breath, the sound warm enough to blanket you in it.
âfinished hours ago, iâve just been sat here.â
âdoing what?â
another pause. slightly charged.
âlooking at you.â he murmured.
heat rushed to your face immediately, wiping your under eyes. âwhat?â
âbeen stalking your instagram. yejin posted you like half an hour ago too, so..â his voice dropped lower, smoother. more intimate. âhavenât really thought about doing anything since.â
your thighs pushed together involuntarily at the confession, cheeks hinted even darker.
god.
âjungkook.â you chastised with a little sniffle.
âpink was a bad choice, baby.â he grunted slightly. âyou know that colour drives me fucking insane on you.â
your eyes squeezed shut. there he was.
not the cold, mysterious ceo that had the world intrigued, nor the tall, hefty man that had most people cowering away as he walked past. no, this was your husband - flirty, affectionate and completely and utterly obsessed with you.
âyouâre so ridiculous.â you shook your head through a hiccup, biting back the pathetic small smile that was about to form.
âyeah?â he hummed through a small laugh. âstill answered the phone.â
the smile in his voice only had yours growing larger, a small laugh muffled by the back of your hand.
you could hear him moving around now, keys jingling lightly before the sound of a car door opening had your ears peaking up.
âwait,â your eyebrows raised. âare you leaving?â
âmhm.â
âwhere are you going?â
jungkook grinned. it was your turn to be curious.
âhome.â
your smile dropped slightly. home.. that used to be a word that was synonymous with you. your chest ached all over again.
âcouldnât go back there without hearing your voice first.â he admitted quietly.
silence swallowed you whole. the vulnerability in his voice felt far more dangerous than any of the tears you had shed tonight, your fingers continuing to shake around the phone at the mere sound of it. before you could think of a response, he spoke again.
âthereâs a gala next friday.â
your stomach tightened as you leaned your head against the wall, already understanding the direction of the conversation.
âjungkook..â
âcome with me.â
no hesitation. no uncertainty.
firm, assured, confident. like there had never even been another concept, or thought in his brain - you were the first and only option.
âi donât think thatâs a good idea..â
âprobably not.â
the honesty startled a laugh out of you - a real one. on the other side of the phone, jungkook sat in his car, eyes closed, breathing deeply at the sweet sound like he was memorising it. treasuring it so he could replay it over and over and over later when he laid in your once shared bed alone.
âfuck,â he breathed. âyou have no idea how much iâve missed that.â
your eyes burned once more.
âbaby,â his tone gentled again, using the pet name you loved so much. âjust one night. me and you.â
you wanted to scream, wanted to pull at your hair and jump all at the same time. of course you wanted to say yes, what more could you need? your ex husband so openly telling you he wanted to pursue you with every inch of his body, until he was nothing but yours to mould and shape.
âiâll think about it.â you replied instead, nibbling away at your lip.
the grin in his voice was immediate.
âthatâs my girl.â
â
you couldnât breathe.
both physically and emotionally, you found difficulty in inhaling air as you looked at yourself in the mirror, yejin somewhere in the room finding accessories for you to wear all whilst you blinked rapidly.
the dress, although beautiful, felt too tight.
your hands shook on either side of you as she approached you, holding up a delicate diamond necklace you recognised as an anniversary gift jungkook had gotten you but never quite found the chance to wear. your eyes were unfocused as she clasped it onto your neck, watching the way it fell so softly against soft skin, as though it had been curated for you and you alone.
âyou need to breathe, y/n.â she suddenly murmured behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder as you both stared at you in the mirror.
pale pink satin - not bright in anyway, but a sweet kiss of your favourite colour adorned your body in floor length, tight fitting dress. you were the embodiment of elegance as the fabric draped over your curves, all whilst cinching perfectly at your waist, allowing for a pretty silhouette. not only did you look the part for a charity gala, you had exceeded any expectation anyone would ever have for you thanks to your best friendâs styling.
âdress is tight.â you simply whispered back, hardly recognising yourself.
your makeup matched your dress. glowy and pink with soft blush dusted onto your cheeks, glossy lips puckered and sweet. your hair fell in waves and for the first time in a very long time, you felt utterly beautiful.
the problem, however, was in the circumstance itself.
you were about to see jungkook for the first time since you had officially walked away from your marriage and the thought had kept you up all week. you werenât sure what you were thinking actually saying yes to his invitation, calling him to tell you would come only for him to audibly huff out of joy. he was like a child in a candy shop but you couldnât help but wonder if he harboured the same anxiety.
it was heavy in your stomach as you stared at yourself. pink was your favourite colour, and he loved it on you. did you look pretty enough? all eyes would be on you both tonight, given the nature of your relationship and the almost celebrity like status that had been awarded to the two of you.
all in all, it was his face that had you nibbling your bottom lip in thought. there wasnât a night where you left his name unsearched in your internet browser, desperate to see what he looked like in that current moment but seeing him in purpose was a whole different playing field.
you loved him in suits - a fitting joy that was awarded to you constantly given his occupation. the way his shoulders would fill out the material so nicely, the way his shirt would stretch over his chest and the way darker colours only brought out the darkness in his eyes - it was your personal kryptonite. you werenât sure how you were supposed to think, behave even, once you caught got sight of him.
âhey, y/n, look at me.â yejin pulled you out of your thoughts, soft hands pulling at your jaw. âitâs just jungkook. you know him better than anyone, okay? youâre all good.â
you nodded, though you continued to blink at her rapidly. âsâjust been so long and..i donât know..iâm scared. is that weird?â
she offered a sad smile. âitâs been eight months of healing, babe. that love doesnât just go away and from what you told me, this is a step in the right direction. just gotta let him in.â
before you could respond, the sound of the doorbell blared through the apartment, making you look up to where the door sat on the other side. if you thought your heart had been beating fast before, you were sure you were on the edge of passing out now as yejin mumbled a quick âthatâll be himâ beside you.
oh god. oh god. oh god.
the dress felt too tight around your ribs.
your hands smoothed down the satin again despite having done it what felt like a million times already, fingers tips trembling over expensive fabric as your breathing came out shallow. you hated this - hated the fear of it all when it was jungkook on the other side of the door. your jungkook.
eight months. eight whole months and your body still knew him better than your mind was ready to let on.
ây/n.â yejin practically cooed at you, assuring you with a hand on your back. âbreathe.â
you nodded quickly, though it went in one ear and out the other.
the intercom buzzed again, impatient time.
ironically, it was this that had your shoulders slumping softly, your shortness of breath slowly soothing as you realised the familiarity of the situation. of course jungkook would buzz twice - it was a telltale sign of his own anxiety, something you could recognise from a mile away. knocking twice, calling your name twice, checking the front door before bed twice.
it was just jungkook.
âokay.â you whispered to yourself.
you turned, more determined now you knew he was in the same state as you, as your heels clicked on the floor of your much smaller apartment, the noise loud enough for him to hear from the outside. each step felt heavier the closer you got, but there sat an anticipation in you that had you almost desperate to see him.
your hand finally wrapped around the handle before you opened the door.
and there he was.
god.
for a moment, your brain completely malfunctioned.
jungkook stood in your hallway beneath the almost dingy apartment lighting, one hand wrapped around a large bouquet of flowers you recognised to be the ones he had been gifting you with continuously for the past few weeks, and every anniversary. white gardenias.
your eyes fell onto them immediately with a strangled gasp, all whilst taking him in, your heart beating out of your chest as you felt almost faint at the sight of him.
a black suit.
the material stretched perfectly across his too broad shoulders and narrow waist, expensive to the eye as you could tell it had been tailored to fit him exactly. the contrast between the white shirt underneath was utterly delicious, and memories of pulling open buttons under heated exchanges flooded your eyes.
his hair was styled almost messily which you immediately recognised as his hands having ran through them, no doubt due to his anxiety - you wanted to pull at his locks, wanted to feel them against your fingers.
it was his face, however, that hurt to look at.
he looked healthier than most of the pictures you had seen over the span of the past few months, with warm in his cheeks, a slight dazed look in his eyes. still tired, with purple underneath his eyes indicating his lack of sleep, still carrying traces of heartbreak you knew you had placed there.
god.
jungkook looked every bit of the man you were in love with.
and here he stood, staring at you like he had just seen heaven open up right in front of him.
neither of you could look away from one another, as his eyes dragged over you slowly, inch by inch. your hair, your neckline that dipped lower than he was used to seeing, your manicure, your beautiful face. jungkook couldnât fathom that you had once belonged to him, the pain of the past eight months surfacing as it gripped him by the throat like a vice - he had lost you?
you watched his throat bob.
his eyes met yours, the first time in what felt like a lifetime, and neither of you really knew what to do. how was it that the man you had known most of your life, the one constant, felt like a stranger in that moment? it was like you were discovering him again, an opportunity to relearn him presented to you and you took it with both hands.
he let out a shaking breath, one that had your cheeks flushing as he extended his arm, presenting the large bouquet for you.
âyou look beautiful.â he whispered, voice struggling almost as you continued to watch his adamâs apple almost entranced.
with a shy thank you, you held them close to your chest, breathing in the familiar scent that brought you so much comfort.
your chest had eased now you were finally looking at him, now that he was actually in your space - the worst was over. you almost felt ridiculous for being worried about seeing him when it was just jungkook. eight months couldnât erase that familiarity.
the hallway suddenly felt too small. too warm, too intimate; you felt like you were being caved in by his mere presence and for a moment you wondered if you needed breath at all.
you simply stood there, clutching the flowers delicately to your chest as though they meant something so much more than what anyone else could assume all whilst jungkook looked at you like you were the first beautiful thing he had seen in months.
his eyes couldnât leave your face.
it should have made you uncomfortable, the intensity of his stare, but your body reacted the way it had always done when you were near him. you were inching closer without even realising it, him doing the same until you were looking up, head angled and his downwards, head bent to admire you properly.
âhi.â you whispered again.
the size difference between you had never been more apparent until then, what with all of his strenuous visits to the gym these past few months. he had always towered over you, but it was different now - his already wide chest and broad shoulders engulfed you, his biceps on either side of him enough to have you wanting him in a way that certainly was not becoming of an ex wife.
itâs like he could read your thoughts, with the way he inched closer to you, until your bodies were openly brushing against each other faintly. material on material, fabric kissing fabric. you wished you could feel him on your skin.
the sound of your voice had lulled him gently as he dipped his head down lower so you could properly see him, despite your head back to look at him.
âhi, baby.â
your stomach flipped violently.
there it was again. baby. fuck.
as though the divorce papers were fickle, representing a momentary lapse of judgement instead of a ruling decision. like he still woke up beside you every morning and ruined your cheeks with kisses before falling in between your thighs.
the dazed look on your face didnât go unnoticed.
before you could even respond, yejin appeared behind you with the biggest smile she could possibly muster.
âoh my god,â she squeaked dramatically. âyou both look insane!â
jungkook blinked, momentarily pulled from the emotional spiral you were both taking part in as he straightened slightly, despite still being awfully close to you. your cheeks heated at the sound of her voice, jumping a little in shock, causing you to brush against him faintly.
âhi, yejin.â
âdonât hi yejin me.â she narrowed her eyes dangerously. âif she cries tonight, iâll kill you.â
âyejin!â you flushed red.
jungkook, however, allowed for a soft smile, nodding once. âfair.â
the sheer sincerity of it made the room go quiet, your eyes meeting his once more. you knew though it was a passing comment, he truly meant it - heâd let her kill him if it meant youâd hurt less.
your chest tightened all over again.
yejin seemed to realise it too, her teasing expression softening at the both of you. idiots in love, both too cautious to know what the correct next step was - thank god she loved to meddle.
âokay! youâre both gonna be late so hurry up.â she hummed, turning you and looking over you for any last minute touch ups. âiâll take these. iâll show myself out.â
with a cheeky wink, she all but pushed you backwards towards jungkook where your back gently brushed against his front. she had taken the flowers, shoved your clutch in your hand and shut the door in your face, all after giving you a big grin.
he didnât move from behind you, despite you turning to properly face him. the two of you stared at one another openly, eyebrows pulling together - you could see it happening in real time, the way his body curled at the mere feel of you. to be so close to you, touching you; it was out of a far away dream.
you felt it too - god, you could feel it in your veins. the horrifying wave of unashamed want that filtered through you so naturally, your body knew him. your body recognised your husband.
your man.
his restraint was palpable. you could see it in the way his fingers flexed on either side of him, almost twitching as muscle memory surfaced from deep inside of him. for years touching you had been second nature, with a hand on your waist, fingers lifting your chin, arms around your figure to hold you up for a kiss.
now he looked almost tortured as he realised he no longer knew what he was allowed to do.
the realisation alone softened you.
âwe should go.â you whispered up at him gently, though your voice lacked any real conviction.
jungkook stared at you, offering a small nod almost obediently despite the stark hunger in his eyes.
âyeah.â he cleared his throat. âyeah, okay.â
he stepped back and first; the distance was felt immediately.
you suddenly missed the warmth that radiated off of him, fingers faintly tugging on his suit jacket so gently you werenât even aware you were doing it. what the fuck was wrong with you? one touch and you were already spiralling into him again like the last eight months had never happened.
jungkook noticed. of course he did.
his chest visibly expanded from beneath the expensive material, eyes darkening so suddenly you felt heat up and down your spine. the way he looked at you had emotion swirling in your stomach, so hungry. so devoted.
you slowly released him, blinking rapidly as though youâd only just realised what youâd done.
âsorry.â you whispered instinctively.
jungkookâs eyebrows furrowed together in offence.
âdonât apologise for touching me.â his voice came out firmer than expected, low. far too intimate given the apartment hallway you were in.
the silence that followed felt thick enough to choke on, neither of you making an effort to move despite knowing you were bordering on being late. the tension was so unbearable now that you were both alone, freely staring at one another after so much time apart - no yejin to soften the edges. just fifteen years worth of tension, want and need all accumulated between you.
his eyes flickered downwards as he watched you sway slightly.
âyour heels are insane.â he muttered softly.
you blinked. âhm?â
âyouâre already wobbling.â
offended, your mouth gaped. âi am not wobbling!â
jungkook let out a small huff of amusement, loving how easy it was to rile you up. the sound completely disarmed you, seeing a glimpse of the same jungkook you had been with all of your life.
âyou almost fell walking out of the door.â he teased, with a tilt to his head downwards at you.
âi did not!â you shook your head with a small swat to his chest. he only let out another laugh. âyou literally grabbed onto me.â
âthat..doesnât count, okay?â
âmm.â amusement stretched over his face, as he led you to the staircase, cautious to be slow as he watched you continue to slightly wobble due to the uneven surface of the hallway. âsure.â
before you could even think of a rebuttal, you watched jungkook look down the multiple staircases with a slight frown before turning to you. he suddenly bent at the knees, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for no longer than two seconds before one arm slid below your knees and the other around your back.
your gasp echoed.
âjungkook!â
he lifted you bridal style effortlessly, as though you weighed truly nothing to him.
your hands immediately flung to the back of his neck, arms wrapping around his shoulders in shock as your body felt more of him than it had done in what felt like eons. jungkookâs hands were so much bigger than yours, and you could feel him everywhere all at once, enough to have you dizzy with a sense of want.
âwhat are you doing?!â you whispered harshly, eyes blown wide as he sorted you on one single arm, checking his phone for the time with the other. it was beyond easy.
jungkook merely looked down at you calmly, entirely unbothered despite the way you could feel his pulse hammering below your fingertips.
âpreventative measures. canât have you slipping down the stairs.â
you stared at him in disbelief. âyou canât just pick me up!â
he scoffed a little, as though your words were going in one ear and out the other. your comfort came first, that much was ingrained in him and even you couldnât stop him when it came to that.
he walked down the stairs as though it was the most natural thing in the world, one hand spread wide against your back, claiming whilst the other was hooked under your thighs, making sure you were as comfortable as possible against him. your dress was draped so beautifully over his arm that anyone who would have caught you in that moment would have remarked, ironically, how bridal you looked.
you couldnât believe how safe he felt.
jungkook noticed the second you relaxed into him. properly.
âmissed carrying you.â he admitted quietly as he descended another step.
your entire body burned. âjungkook.â you breathed weakly, though there was no real warning behind your tone.
âwhat?â he hummed innocently. âsâtrue.â
you remembered almost fondly - it was the one thing you probably missed more than anything else. he would carry you everywhere - from the bed to your bath, to the couch after youâd woken up, through grocery stores just to hear you squeak in embarrassment. one time he had held you for an hour straight, walking you home after a date just because your feet hurt.
and now, here you were again, tucked into his chest as though it was home. you supposed it was.
your heart ached so violently at the memory that looking up at him through your lashes had your brain whizzing too fast for you to keep up with.
âyouâve gotten so much bigger.â you whispered almost shyly before you could stop yourself, already tucked into him too comfortably.
big mistake.
his heart truly nearly fucking stopped. his head snapped down at you almost instantly, eyes darkening so visibly it had you avoiding any contact, instead focusing your gaze on his clothed pecs.
âyeah?â he asked slowly.
your cheeks were flushed dark, realising how that may have sounded.
âjust..got broader.â you clarified through another whisper, wanting nothing more than to hide your face in his neck out of embarrassment.
âbeen working out a lot more.â he murmured down at you, ducking his head a little so that he could meet your eyes, a small smile forming.
you nibbled your lip with a little nod, fingers brushing against the ends of his hair.
jungkook knew you loved the size difference between you, but it truly didnât compare to how fucked it made his mind go. it was the first thing he had noticed when you opened the door again - how despite your heels, you were still so much shorter. it drove him insane, especially now that he was bigger. feeling you curled into his chest like this, all safe and protected, it made him feel wanted. to have you notice it, address it even so shyly; fuck. it ruined him.
by the time he had reached the bottom floor, your cheeks were still heated, dreading the fact he would have to let you go when all you wanted was to curl into him even deeper. to think ten minutes ago you had so much anxiety when now, he was actively conversing with you all whilst carrying you, it felt euphoric.
the driver stood outside of the car, the same man who drove you both to events when you were still together. your eyes widened a little as you watched him open the back door for you both, all whilst you were still leisurely held in his arms.
your embarrassment returned instantly.
âput me down!â you hissed quietly.
jungkook looked at you, unaffected. âwhy?â
âbecause your driver is literally staring at us, jungkook!â
the poor man looked away with a growing smile. he had missed seeing his boss so carefree, knowing that he was only like this when the situation pertained to you.
he smirked faintly. âheâs driven us around for years, baby. pretty sure heâs seen us do a lot worse.â
your mouth fell open, swatting his chest. âjungkook!â
that finally earned you a proper smile, brief but enough to knock the very air out of your lungs, your too large eyes drinking it in almost desperately. he was so handsome it hurt, and it wasnât until now you realised how much you had missed his smile.
carefully, he gently lowered you to the ground, making sure you were comfortable on your feet.
his hands lingered. neither of you moved.
your faces were suddenly so close once more as your hands had slid down from his neck, but remained in contact, fingers digging into his chest faintly to feel him. the city noise faded around you and into the background as he looked down at you with an emotion that could only be classed as longing.
âyou good?â he asked softly.
you nodded too quickly. âmhm.â
liar.
his eyes dropped to your lips once more, eyeing the gloss almost hungrily - would it taste like the strawberry you always applied? sometimes, when he closed his eyes, heâd remember the flavour.
then, like he had to physically pull himself back, he stepped closer to the car and gestured to it slowly.
âafter you.â
you slid into the backseat first, smoothening your dress as it rode up your body, all whilst your pulse hammered harshly.
the interior of the car was sleek, donned in a luxurious black leather whilst it remained dimly lit in the back, with enough enough space to stretch out your legs. the scent of jungkookâs cologne was addicting, and you immediately recognised it to be the one you had bought him on your last anniversary together, your heart fluttering at the thought.
once he climbed in beside you, you realised how intimate the space actually was.
jungkook sat close enough for his thigh to brush against yours, broad shoulders taking up far too much room whilst the driver shut the door quietly behind him.
neither of you acknowledged the contact. it somehow made it worse.
it wasnât until the divider between the front and the back began slowly sliding upwards, offering a layer of privacy that your breath caught audibly.
jungkook noticed - of course he fucking noticed. he couldnât stop staring at you, especially now that he had you trapped here, pushed against him like you belonged with a drive ahead of you. god, the things he wanted to do to you in this dress were sinful at best, but he had to practise restraint, no matter how much it took out of him.
he leaned back, one arm sliding over to the top of your seat, where although he wasnât touching you, you slyly leaned in just to have more of his warmth. it felt so familiar, so nauseatingly natural that anything other would have felt wrong.
he watched as your thighs pressed together.
fuck.
âyou nervous?â he asked in his low voice, jaw ticking.
your eyes slowly shifted, finally meeting his gaze. through a shaky laugh, one without humour, you nodded. âobviously.â
he softened at that, sharpness melting away to reveal the tenderness below.
âitâs just me, y/n.â
you felt so hyperaware of everything. the rain that tapped softly against the tinted windows, and the gentle purr of the car engine beneath you. the feel of jungkookâs thigh soothed you, whilst his heavy gaze unnerved you - a cocktail mix that felt so entirely him.
you could feel his eyes on you before you even looked up. once you did, your breath caught at the intensity of his stare - not polite. certainly not subtle. his gaze moved over you, up and down, like he couldnât help himself, like he heâd been trying to hold back the second you opened up the door to your apartment.
âfuck.â he muttered under his breath.
your cheeks flushed pink, whispering his name.
you watched his eyes flush down your body, eyes stuck on your cleavage and the way the material clung to your hips. âlook at you.â
you instinctively looked down, shy at the attention but you couldnât help but crave it. you knew exactly how obsessive jungkook was when it came to you, knew how deeply infatuated he was with every inch of you but seeing it so closely after so long almost felt soothing. it was a reminder that though everything had changed, somethings stayed the same.
his hand moved before you could think too hard about it, cupping under your chin and tilting your face upwards.
âdonât hide from me.â
your stomach tightened, eyelids hooded.
this thumb brushed against your jaw once, so soft, so unbelieving that you were in his arms despite the fact you technically werenât his anymore. not that he believed that.
âi canât stop looking at you.â he admitted, tone rougher now. âbeen trying since you opened the door, but itâs impossible.â
your thighs pressed together immediately, his gaze dropping to the small action. the reaction was subtle, but there - he noticed everything when it came to you.
you suddenly felt so warm.
âyouâre staring so hard.â you murmured nervously, fingers twisting together in your lap.
âbecause youâre driving me fucking crazy.â
the words came out so plainly your eyes widened.
jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose, head tipping backwards against his seat all whilst you watched with heavy breath. the far gone part of your mind wanted to track his neck, trace his adamâs apple with your fingers all so he could continue looking at you the way he had been.
he looked devastating like this - broad thighs spread in the backseat with your body pressed against him, his arm slung heavy on the head of your seat. the both of you were a mess for one another, sick in the head with infatuation.
you werenât stupid. you knew your effect on him, perhaps not to the full extent, but enough to know that nearly a yearâs distance between you was enough to drive a man like him insane. his hand dragged over his face with a quiet groan before adjusting himself slightly over his suit trousers.
your eyes flickered downwards before you could stop yourself.
jungkook smiled at the sound of your quiet giggle as you put a hand over your mouth to muffle it, looking up to meet his gaze after noticing he was half hard. all you had done was exist.
âyeah,â he murmured, the sound of your laugh blooming in his chest. âthatâs your fault.â
you slapped his thigh gently, although you couldnât hold back on the continuous giggles that were now leaving you as you felt lighter than you had in what felt like years. he too matched you, the intensity lightening up massively as he let out a quiet laugh despite himself.
âwhatâd you expect, hm?â he asked, voice soft. âi havenât seen you in eight months, and now youâre sat next to me looking like this. wearing pink.â
his hand slowly slid over, brushing against your own, fingertips grazing your skin before he intertwined them, gently.
you let him.
the second you curled your hand into his yourself, his expression changed. up until now, it was him losing control, reigning himself in, biting himself down to make sure you were as comfortable as possible but fuck. you were the one touching him now, making sure he could see you intertwine your hands properly, squeezing his hand.
it felt like a confirmation that this was the beginning of a new chapter.
he wanted to scream, to yell on the top of his lungs at the thought of you openly showing him your willingness. his sweet, angel girl; he loved you more than words could describe and he wanted to spend the rest of his life showing you.
âmissed this,â he admitted quietly, eyes on your much smaller hand holding his so intimately. âmissed you touching me.â
your eyes burned suddenly.
jungkook noticed immediately with a frown, expression softening at the edges.
âhey, baby.â his thumb brushed yours. âdonât cry.â
âmânot crying.â you whispered, though your voice wobbled embarrassingly.
he held you close to him as you both remained quiet for the rest of the journey, though the silence felt welcomed after such a rush and mix of emotions. you had gone from anxiety, to confusion, to excitement, to warmth, to a painful reminder of what once was - it was enough to drive you insane. being around him hurt, but being near him was healing.
rain continued to pitter patter outside as your hands remained intertwined, his fingers gently brushing against yours as he sat there trying to fathom how this was real. you were letting him in, and he could see it, could see how much it was taking out of you and heâd be damned if he fucked it up again. to get a second chance was insanity alone, but to have it with you?
the car began slowing down.
through the tinted windows, you could see a flash of white, people trying to get a glimpse of the elusive ceo they were so obsessed with. you gulped as you watched other powerful business people walk in with their dates, models and celebrities lining up to have their picture taken.
you leaned into him almost immediately.
jungkook held onto you tightly, arm sliding over your waist and gently squeezing. âiâm here. stay by me.â
you nodded quickly, dazed. âokay.â
his eyes lingered on your face for a second too long before he muttered under his breath, almost like he couldnât help himself. âyou look so fucking pretty.â
your heart nearly stopped, meeting his gaze as your shoulders slumped, feeling calm through his sweet words.
the car door opened.
chaos.
jungkook stepped out first and the reaction was everything you had expected and somehow so much more. your eyes blinked as you watched the cameras explode violently, reporters shouting his name from all directions as they desperately tried to get a clear shot of him, knowing he could easily make front page news without having to try.
your heart stopped for a moment.
his back faced everyone else as he turned to you, taking a hold of your hands once more and gently helping you out of the car, smoothening your dress.
the second they saw you? everything multiplied by ten.
genuine screaming was heard from somewhere behind the barricades as you slowly stepped out, your own hand finding jungkookâs for a sense of comfort which he readily gave you, pulling you in a little closer than necessary. the noise was erupting, your vision blinded momentarily by the insane flashes, reports actually tripping over one another to take pictures of you in particular.
this wasnât normal.
jeon jungkook never brought women anywhere. never entertained rumours, never dated publicly, never stood beside any other woman that hadnât been you. even then, you had been painfully private, making sure to attend closed events with rare appearances, often opting to support in the shadows as opposed to centre stage as he was forced to.
but now? this was the loudest statement you could have possibly made and it slowly dawned on you both the nature of the decision.
you were telling the world you were ready to start again.
his entire demeanour had changed out here.
you were overwhelmed to say the least, but it was his arms around you that kept you grounded as you clung to him, your smaller frame tucked so delicately within his own that some found themselves putting their cameras down just so they could observe you both.
you were the epitome of love and neither of you even knew it.
ceo jungkook - all cold eyes, sharp jaw, that terrifying calmness. yet every few seconds he ducked his head down, whispering something in your ear that would have you smiling almost shyly back up at him, easing your mind away from the hundreds of people who wanted nothing more than to get a picture of you.
âjungkook over here!â
âis that your ex-wife?â
âare you two back together?!â
ây/n!â
you flinched slightly as the voices got louder the closer you walked down the carpet towards the venue, but it seemed jungkookâs presence only felt bigger.
âdonât look at them.â he whispered down into your ear, words tucked for you and you alone. âlook at me.â
stupidly enough, you obeyed almost instantly. his eyes softened at the way you listened so sweetly.
âgood girl.â he muttered absentmindedly before guiding you to the entrance and away from the prying eyes outside.
the words hit you far harder than they should have. good girl.
oh you were so fucked.
â
the venue was utterly breathtaking.
golden lighting spilled across towering ceilings whilst soft music played from a live orchestra at one side of the ballroom, so elegant youâre indeed whether you were even appropriately dressed. people stared at you openly, all whilst you and your flushed cheeks looked away, purposefully keeping your gaze vague and avoiding eye contact with most. glasses clinked together as powerful figures mingled amongst themselves, professional cameras still set up inside.
and yet, none of it compared to the way people reacted to jungkook.
conversations paused when he walked by, people straightening up. executives who had once terrified you now looked nervous approaching him and it reminded you exactly who he was outside of your relationship.
jeon jungkook was a terrifyingly cold, business man. he was untouchable and unfeeling, everything that made a powerful man powerful and then there was you. his one weakness.
his hand remained firm against the small of your back possessively, claiming you as his own in front of anyone who could see. you loved when he was like this, all brooding and dark as though anyone even had a chance to steal him from you - silly man. even now, with months of distance between you and a divorce, you were all his.
âbreathe, baby.â he reminded with a quiet hum in your ear.
âi am breathing.â your cheeks warmed.
âbarely.â
you shot him a look, though it was void of any real annoyance as he guided you further into the room. you couldnât help but admire him openly, all whilst he scanned the room, not realising how deep you were falling into your own thoughts. he really had gotten so much bigger, with his chest so wide you couldnât help but wonder what it would feel like under your hands. his shoulders too.
you had spent the entire drive trying not to stare at him. you had failed. miserably.
âdrink?â
he pulled you out of your thoughts with a little gasp, realising you had been openly checking him out much to his pleasure. you found yourself nodding, nibbling away at your lip. âyes please.â
the words came out too fast, awarding you with a small laugh as he turned towards the bar.
your eyes followed him automatically.
that was another problem entirely. you see, no matter where jungkook stood, attention naturally followed. men greeted him immediately, keen to get into his good books whilst women openly stared, hoping to garner his fancy and yet he was completely and entirely uninterested. his gaze flickered back to you every few moments, as though he still couldnât believe you were right there, just for him. just because he had asked you to come.
your chest squeezed painfully at the thought.
he returned only a few moments later with two champagne glasses, handing you yours to which you took with a nervous smile.
âthank you.â
your fingers brushed his purposefully. small, barely noticeable.
oh, but how jungkook had noticed. he noticed everything when it came to you and judging from the way his throat bobbed, taking a large sip of his drink, you knew that your poor ex husband was certainly not able to handle your charm.
the champagne helped much quicker than you were expecting it to.
after the first glass, the tension in your shoulders completely eased but it was the second that had you transforming. your overthinking thoughts ceased to exist, as the warmth in your blood brought out a shade of pink in your face that jungkook couldnât look away from. standing close to him suddenly felt less terrifying and so much more thrilling.
a dangerous combination - especially when jungkook was looking at you with so much hunger.
a buzz had settled deep into your bloodstream, your brain slightly away with the fairies as you continued to sip, looking up at him. your other hand darted out, fingers trailing over his stomach openly, over to where the buttons of his suit sat. what was an absentminded action to you, tipsy, was enough to have jungkook almost shaking.
you were braver when you had alcohol in you, that much had been true your entire relationship, but even this felt quite insane. he watched as your fingers trailed up and down, sliding up to where his chest was only to drop lower and lower. it wasnât until your fingertips were brushing the top of his suit trousers that he grabbed your hand.
you pouted at him, head tilted. âwhy?â
your whine had his shoulders rolling.
âbecause,â he said slowly, voice rough beneath the sound of the orchestra. âyouâre getting handsy.â
your lips patted in faux innocence. âam not.â
jungkook stared at you half in disbelief and other half amusement, still holding your hand that he now pressed to his chest firmly. your fingers had nearly slipped below his waistband, a thought that had him nearly taking you home then and there but he knew it was because the alcohol was making you brave - his tipsy girl. his palm engulfed yours, feeling your fingers wriggle underneath to continue your plans with a slight whine but he was both firm and possessive, not letting you go.
you pressed your thighs together again.
this was the champagne.
he knew it, knew it to be a dangerous mix - the alcohol and your naturally clingy personality once you got comfortable, all combined with the eight months apart meant you were now simply doing whatever your heart wanted with little care to your mind.
your cheeks warmed as you watched him stare down at you, gaze heavier than anything all evening. it seemed the longer you were both in each otherâs presence, despite how long youâd spent apart, the more bold you were getting - but could you be blamed? he might have been your ex husband but he still belonged to you, and you knew you were still entirely his, a fucked up fact that meant you were both drawn to each other in ways that meant you could never move on.
multiple months of healing all gone to shit in a single night, with a few drinks. who were you both kidding - moving on wasnât an option. even you could see that now.
your fingers flexed under his hold, people secretly watching you both interact with bated breath. they couldnât believe this was the same jungkook they were afraid of, made to mush at the hands of the pretty woman in front of him. he was but a man afterall.
rather than pulling away, your fingers simply curled around the fabric of his suit jacket, fingers touching his shirt purposefully to elicit another reaction out of him. he had reduced you to putty in the drive over and perhaps it was the alcohol in your system, but you wanted him to feel the same.
jungkook was quiet. too quiet.
jaw slightly slack as he took you in, you touching him like his body belonged to you and you alone. he relished in the fact you knew it just as well as he did.
he had missed this so much. just the feel of you, no matter how innocent you pretended to be, skin on skin. it felt like a promise.
and now, you were standing here, head tilted to stare up at him properly whilst looking through pretty lashes that batted at him subconsciously.
it was driving him insane.
âyouâre staring again.â you hummed at him. his eyebrows narrowed. âbecause you keep touching me.â
you tried to bite down the smile that began to form on your lips as your fingers continued to flex, soon finding his heartbeat to confirm your suspicious. oh, he was a mess underneath your hand.
âyou donât seem to mind.â
his jaw flexed. you heard him curse under his breath, calling you a fucking minx which only had you giggling just as quietly. it was a powerful thing to have a man as influential as jungkook so weak in the knees for you, and you couldnât deny the affect it was having on your mind. he snaked a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him in a way that was absolutely not becoming of the environment you were in.
âkeep this shit up and iâll take you home.â he promised quietly, leaning down to whisper into your ear.
unfortunately for him, you had no intention of stopping. especially when you had just begun.
âpromise?â you whispered back, eyes wide with a faux innocence you knew he wanted to ruin.
his jaw clenched again, blood half boiling at how cheeky you were being and cock hardening by how badly he wanted to ruin you. had this been any other circumstance, youâd already be in the bathroom with your dress to your chest, being pounded into by the only man who knew exactly how to ruin you until you were well bred.
but alas - this night was about proving himself to you, and no matter how hard you made him, he knew he had to do this right.
and so, instead, he pinched you at your waist slightly, pulling an airless squeak out of you before he brushed his lips against your ear.
âbehave.â
the word should have been warning enough, but instead, warmth fluttered through you, rushing through your stomach so violently you pressed against him further. jungkook nearly hissed, watching how reactive you were for him, with your hooded eyes and slack jaw.
fuck.
his hands were all over you, with little care to who was watching and you knew tomorrow youâd be mortified when you remembered how brazen you had both been, but it was hard not to feel addicted when you were both feeling the same way. you giggled lightly, hiding your face in his chest momentarily before meeting his gaze.
âyouâre very confident for someone i divorced.â you playfully hummed.
at that, he couldnât help the smile that formed on his face. âdidnât stop you from getting your pretty hands all over me.â
the alcohol was well into your system as you found yourself giggling once more, fully hiding yourself in his chest to which he wrapped his arms around you properly, the two of you whispering and laughing together as though it was the most natural thing in the world. jungkookâs colleagues, rivals and admirers all watched you both in genuine curiosity at the way you were so well suited. two people, quietly infatuated with one another - it was toothache inducing.
the conversation between you both remained playful, with his thumb tracing your bottom lip at one point muttering something about how badly he wanted to know how your lip gloss tasted. an hour in and you were both practically trying to one up each other with how far you could take it, leaving you both laughing whilst trying to stay quiet.
this is what you had missed. joy. comfort. being around him in a way that didnât feel like you were fighting to prove something. it had been so long since youâd felt this carefree that you realised pretty quickly that you couldnât let him ago again. it was a horrible thought at first, realising that the past few months may have been for naught but perhaps absence did make the heart fonder.
soon enough, you had been there close enough two hours and jungkook had done the rounds once you settled in, less tipsy but still buzzed. you met his new business partners, clients you hadnât seen in a while, a mixture of familiar faces and people you had only ever heard about. neither of you commented on the fact he introduced you intimately, with a heavy arm around your waist.
it genuinely felt like no time had past with the way you both felt so comfortable, the dynamics between you natural considering he had been the one constant in your life for the past fifteen years. you sipped on your glass of water as you listened to his conversation half mindedly, watching him discuss a new company contract with one of his shareholders.
it wasnât until you heard a voice echo throughout the ballroom announcing the beginning of the charity auction that the conversation came to an end. jungkook immediately took a hold of your hand, planting a cheeky kiss to your knuckles with a slight smirk, before leading you towards the front of the room where the different things on auction sat to be admired over.
âcâmon.â
you followed him easily, hands intertwined whilst you walked side by side, champagne now a dull buzz in your body. people moved around you respectfully, all whilst their eyes lingered on you much longer than needed. could you blame them? you were the infamous woman that had managed to lock down the one man that seemed disinterested in everything, so much so that you had him laughing and flushing pink every time you so much as looked at him. the divorced couple that looked anything but divorced.
oh, they were staring indeed, with hushed whispers and even quieter questions.
your attention drifted lazily over the displayed pieces, politely but nothing quite caught your interest, your eyebrows pulling up at some of the art pieces named. it wasnât until you reached the very end that you found yourself stopped in your tracks.
jungkook noticed, he too coming to a stop to glance over at you only for his gaze to follow yours. he immediately understood.
beneath warm lighting sat a painting, inconspicuous to most considering it was much smaller than the grand pieces to the left, but it had your eyelashes fluttering
white gardenias.
your breath left you quietly.
it wasnât just flowers - it was an oil painting, textured with strokes of green, ivory and creams whilst petals cascaded over one another so delicately your heart ached. the background dat moodier, darker compared to the softness of the flower leaving you in a state of utter awe for a few moments, all whilst holding the hand of your ex-husband who watched you with bated breath.
it was beautiful.
you stepped closer unconsciously, hardly aware of yourself.
jungkook didnât think heâd ever seen you look at something with this much wonder, in all of the years he had known you. it did something to him, to watch you genuinely in awe at something he could so easily give you - it made him realise he needed provide it for you just to see that look again and again and again and again and again.
he felt this throat tighten, a harsh lump forming the longer he watched you admire it. the way your glossy lips parted, eyes widened and fingers tracing the air in front of it - donned in the same diamond necklace he had gotten you years prior. the same necklace heâd bought you after you murmured something about diamonds resembling stars late one night as you curled into him in your shared bed.
and here you were, wearing it, all whilst your hand curled inside his as though you had never been more at peace. that did something to him. something he couldnât quite describe.
your fingers moved to brush over the small description plaque underneath, reading the inspiration for the piece with a small, choked huff - devotion. enduring, eternal love through trial and tribulation through each season of life.
your own throat tightened then. of course.
âgardenias are difficult flowers..they die so easily if you donât take care of them.â you found yourself whispering; straightening your back and avoiding his gaze to bite back any tears that wanted to appear.
his chest tightened violently.
all he could think about was the little apartment you had both shared when you were younger, when he barely had any money to get you by each month. the one with the poor lighting and the janky sink - you used to sit by the window each morning whilst he got ready for work, whispering sweet things down at them because you believed it would help them grow.
he remembered every single detail.
âyou kept yours alive for months.â he whispered back, the hand that was clasped in yours now intertwining your fingers, as though he could project his memories back to you.
you blinked back at him, eyes glassy, surprised slightly. you hadnât expected him to remember something so small and insignificant.
how could jungkook could ever forget a single thing about you?
a small smile pulled at your lips. âi used to get upset whenever theyâd lose petals.â
âyou cried once.â he corrected.
you rolled your eyes. âshut up!â
he only shrugged, lips twitching. âhad to console you all night.â
âi thought i killed it!â
his quiet laugh nearly knocked the air from your lungs, all whilst he pulled you back into him, breathing in the scent from your hair before taking you to your shared table, where the auction was about to begin. your fingers remained curled around his own, all whilst he helped you sit down, fixing your dress for you.
he physically couldnât pull away from you, couldnât stop touching you even as you began conversing to the woman beside you, who jungkook recognised as one of his shareholders. his thigh was pressed against yours, all whilst his hand sat heavy in your lap, both of your hands playing with his fingers absentmindedly.
the different items came on stage as you watched people bid, raising their panels whilst some shouted out their numbers for more exclusive pieces. you couldnât help your giggles, leaning over to whisper in jungkookâs ear whenever youâd see more excited people, all for him to lean into you with an equal smile. the two of you were being silly, and it felt fun for once.
by the time the gardenia painting finally appeared, your posture straightened as you tapped on his hand with a wiggle of your eyebrows. jungkook watched you with a lazy grin, eyes flicking over your face.
cute.
the bidding started much lower than you expected, causing you to frown. âthatâs it?â
he nearly laughed, seeing your passion for your flowers. âartâs subjective, baby.â
âyeah, well everyone is wrong..so.â
fuck. he loved you so much.
you watched as someone raised their paddle, and then another, and another. a bidding war began as your head bounced between people, watching in utter curiosity though a part of you wondered what it would be like to bid yourself. ironically for you, you were completely unaware of the man beside you staring at your profile like he wanted to devote the rest of his life to you.
âtwo million.â
your eyebrows raised.
âtwo and a half!â someone else shouted, causing you to play with his fingers a little faster almost out of excitement.
âhope someone who actually appreciates it gets it.â you leaned over to whisper into his ear, lips brushing against his cheek in the process.
his jaw ticked.
game on.
just as someone shouted out, claiming three million, jungkook ran a hand through his hair before raising his panel, dark eyes trained on the auctioneer.
âfive million.â
your head snapped sideways so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash, all whilst jungkook sat completely calm, hand raised lazily as though this was easy. like he hadnât just dropped five million as though it was nothing.
âjungkook!â you whispered, eyes wide. he merely hummed back at you, hand still intertwined with yours. âhm?â
âwhat are you doing?!â
âgetting you your painting.â
you stared at him in disbelief.
across the room, multiple people were openly whispering now, glancing between you because everyone could recognise what was exactly happening. this wasnât ego - this was love.
obsessive, and terrifying love.
another bidder raised their paddle almost nervously, calling out a measly âfive and a halfâ after a moment of hesitation.
âseven million.â
an audible murmur fluttered through the room just as you grabbed onto his arm with a large gasp, eyes widening as though he was batshit insane. âjungkook, stop!â
he finally looked at you, small smile playing on his lips at the sight of you so shocked. it was so cute the way you were practically toppling over your seat, a reminder that despite being with him, you had never really dabbled in his wealth whatsoever despite it all belonging to you.
a large shout of âsoldâ was heard by all, but you couldnât bring yourself to look away from him. his eyes admired you, from your lips to your eyes, your shaking hands that were both clinging to his thigh, your cleavage that had dipped even further than earlier. fuck. you were the epitome of everything he had ever wanted.
âyou wanted it.â he whispered to you, as though that was all he needed, as though it was enough of a reason to spend seven million in one night with a flick of his wrist.
your eyes near enough watered at his words, knowing that nothing had ever described jungkook better.
â
things between you and jungkook had settled into something dangerous.
not enough to call yourselves fixed, or enough to place a label onto whatever fragile thing had formed between you, but enough that your days seemed lighter. having him back in your life meant you were happy again, and actually excited - finally feeling whole in ways that no one else quite understood.
he called more often now.
what started off as phone calls sometimes briefly between meetings, something about using your voice to destress before important gatherings. they quickly turned to late night facetimes where both of you laid in bed, half naked, chatting until either of you would fall asleep. some nights they turned into something darker, dirtier, with a slip of your night dress to show him more all whilst heâd grunt and hiss at the sight, whispering all of the things he wanted to do to you.
it was beginning to feel domestic, familiar even. so terrifyingly easy.
you realised pretty quickly that somewhere along the way, between late night conversations and soft laughs exchanged, you had began falling deeply in love again.
hard.
he had been away on business ever since the gala a few weeks ago, with him currently stationed in hong kong over some important stakeholder meetings. you knew he was incredibly stressed over it, given the frequency of his calls - always at odd times during the day and night, sometimes with the intention of just looking at your face as though it was the only motivator he needed.
the time difference was more irritating than you had expected, and yet he still managed to find a way to accommodate to your schedule as opposed to his.
your favourite so far had been a simple picture of the skyline view from his hotel, taken at three am with a caption of âwish you were here.â
you hated how much those four words affected you.
pathetic, really. how even now, youâd kick your feet in excitement over any message sent from your ex husband.
it had become routine now, to expect messages from him with each waking moment, calls when the workload was heavier. perhaps that was exactly why the silence that afternoon felt so particularly loud.
you were curled into your couch, opting to work from home as you were in his jumper and a pair of flimsy shorts. you hummed quietly as you balanced your laptop on your thighs, all whilst a random entertainment news channel played in the back to offer some noise in your otherwise quiet apartment.
your ears perked up once you heard jungkookâs name somewhere in the background.
your attention barely lifted at first, no doubt another gossip sesh on how attractive he was which often made you giggle, but this felt different.
âceo jeon jungkook spotted in hong kong alongside mystery woman-â
your stomach dropped.
the laptop slipped from your thighs and onto the couch cushion, all whilst your head snapped towards the television, reaching for the remote to turn it up. the image splashed across the screen, all whilst you sat there, smaller than anything, watching.
jungkook.
beside him, an undeniably beautiful woman.
she was tall, elegant, dressed sharply in a suit practically created for her whilst cameras flashed at them harshly, exiting a building together. the headline underneath made your chest cave in further.
âglobal heartthrob ceo finally moving on after the divorce?â
you stared. and stared, and stared, and stared, and stared, and stared until your knees had slowly slid to the ground, your back touching the couch whilst the entertainment show droned on and on about the details of your relationship with jungkook, about how smitten you had both seen at the gala, how they were the first to break this exclusive news.
your brain knew better. you knew jungkook like the back of your hand and logically, you fucking knew better. jungkook was so many things, but he had always placed you and your emotions first, your priorities, your necessities, your life - your wants and needs transcended everything else. you had never asked for it to be this way, it was just the way he was.
even during your separation, he had never looked at a woman twice. you knew that.
but logic had never been able to defeat insecurity.
all you could think, all you could see, based off of a single image was how she fit beside him. how effortless it looked, how beautiful she was, how successful. so poised and polished - she was everything a woman who stood beside jungkook ought to have been and it was killing you in real time.
the worst thing of all was the realisation that he didnât belong to you.
all of this emotion, this horrible feeling inside your chest and soul - you were the one to divorce him. you had been the one that demanded it end back then, no matter how much he had begged you to see reason, believing that it was the correct step forward for the both of you. he had every right to move onto someone else, had every right to actually step forward towards something new.
and yet the thought of him belonging to someone else felt the closest to grief you had ever felt in your life.
your phone rang violently loud beside you, droning out the words of the presenter and making you jump slightly.
jungkook.
your eyes burned instantly.
the phone continued to ring and ring across the sofa cushion as you stared at his contact picture, a photo taken on your anniversary a few years ago that you could never bring yourself to change. your chest rose unevenly as another harsh wave of emotion hit you.
you couldnât do this.
not after you had spent the past few months trying not to think about him, only for him to come back into your life.
the call rang out.
then another came. and another. and another.
your phone was blowing up with a mixture of calls and messages, each vibration making your heart ache so much worse as the topic changed on the tv, talking about some other celebrity gossip all whilst you felt your entire life collapse before your very eyes.
with shaking hands and teary orbs, you turned your phone off.
you burst into tears.
the rest of the day was spent being utterly miserable. you had never felt so pathetic in all of your life, with pain running up and down your veins in a way that genuinely left you almost debilitated. the last time you were this heartbroken, you were a fresh divorcee.
the curtains remained shut despite the afternoon sun outside, your apartment dim besides the soft flicker of the television that continued playing mindlessly in the background. at some point, you had dragged yourself towards your bed with tears still streaming down your face, his oversized jumper now heavy on your frame.
you hated this version of yourself.
hated how deeply this had affected you despite knowing better. you knew him better than this, had enough trust in him and yet you couldnât barter with what was directly in front of you - months after rebuilding a sense of confidence all for it to shatter over one measly, gossip channel.
you closed your eyes, images of the beautiful woman stood beside him flooding your mind causing you to open them up again with a quiet whimper. so composed and effortless. untouched by the devastation eating you alive.
by morning, your chest was in genuine pain.
you looked awful too.
your eyes were swollen, red with the continuous tears all night whilst your skin felt sunken and dull, the early morning sun hitting your skin from glimpses through your blinds. you forced yourself out of your bed and into your shower, trying to rid the plaguing thoughts out of your body. you failed, spending the majority of it quietly crying.
by the time you were in the living room again, your nose was just as pink as your eyes, hands shaky and body adorned in an old t-shirt you had secretly stolen from his wardrobe back when you were packing to leave. you curled weakly into the couch, blanket curled onto your legs as you begged your body to rid the horrible stomach ache that had now found home inside you.
your phone remained switched off, somewhere under the blanket, still left there from yesterday. you reached for the remote.
you just wanted mindless noise.
instead, the television flickered to life and you found your breath catching harshly for the umpteenth time within 24 hours.
breaking news banners on every channel you came across.
jeon jungkook.
a whimper pulled up out of your throat at the sight of his images everywhere, your fingers tightening around the blanket before you turned the volume up.
âthe ceo has officially filed legal proceedings against multiple media outlets this morning following yesterdayâs false dating allegations-â
your heartbeat began thundering. you sat up immediately.
another clip appeared instantly, reporters practically tripping over one another in front of jungkookâs main company building, cameras flashing in hopes of getting a picture of anyone who could answer for anything.
âthe statement released by jeon jungkookâs legal team less than half an hour ago reads as follows-â
the screen shifted, and suddenly, there it was. cold white text against a black background that had your breathing stopping completely.
âthe allegations regarding ceo jeon jungkook are entirely false. the individual photographed was present for a scheduled business meeting attended by multiple executives and investors. legal action will be taken against all parties responsible for the deliberate spread of false information and invasion of privacy.â
your throat tightened harshly.
your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the presenter stop, looking at the camera momentarily, before her voice completely softened.
âas for the final portion of the statement, many online are expressing surprise regarding the unusually personal nature of his response as he personally commented-â
more text appeared.
you scanned it once. twice.
over and over and over until a harsh sob was ripped from your lips.
âi have never entertained nor pursued any romantic involvement with anyone.
there has only ever been one woman.â
a broken sound tore from your throat as your hand flew to your mouth, fresh tears spilling from eyes so fast that you couldnât see the tv. your heart felt like it had been picked up from the ground, cradled and cherished after being pierced over and over all night, attacked without any reprise.
you couldnât believe what you were reading.
jungkook, your jungkook? so private and reserved, not willing to give one inch of himself to anyone other than you and yet here he was, making himself as clear as possible. he was telling everyone with ears that you were his but more importantly, he belonged to you and you alone.
he despised media attention, it truly was the one thing he hated more than anything and the both of you would often laugh at rumours and random things stated in the tabloids because they were all bullshit.
and yet he has made a statement publicly.
for you.
your chest cracked at the thought as you covered your face with both hands, sobbing harder and harder.
before you could wallow further, a loud banging erupted from the front door.
the sound tore so violently through the apartment, you jumped - startled on the couch whilst your heart leapt to your throat. the slight fear had your tears stopping immediately, allowing for enough of a shock to regulate your mind for a few moments.
another knock came before you could even process it. louder, and louder, and louder.
âbaby!â
your breath hitched painfully.
jungkook?
his voice sounded wrecked. not the calm, controlled man the world knew, nor the eerie ceo who often stood emotionless in front of the cameras whilst deals worth billions sat heavy on his shoulders. this was your jungkook - the one who loved you much too hard, half unravelled whenever the conversation pertained to you.
âopen the door.â he shouted again, along another collective banging. his voice cracked slightly. âplease..â
you stared into space for just a moment, your mind unable to comprehend what was happening before your legs carried you to the door, through the hallway. you slipped on your blanket slightly, already shaking body weaker than usual given the past twenty four hours, all whilst hot, heavy tears burned in your eyes once more.
another knock.
âbaby, câmon..â
the second your shaking hands unlocked the door, it swung open hard enough to hit the wall behind it, as though jungkook couldnât believe you had actually heard him.
he looked utterly destroyed.
he stood, still in a suit that now sat disheveled on his frame, black tie loosened around his throat, white shirt wrinkled as though he had been in it for hours. his usually pushed back hair was messy, pulled at and tugged through large hands any time he had realised the depths of emotion you were no doubt feeling looking at the news - if the shoe was on the other foot, and jungkook had seen news of you and another man; he wouldâve happily burnt the world to a crisp.
the second he saw you, his entire face fell apart, anger long dissipating.
âfuck.â he whispered, heaving out a breath.
his oversized shirt sat on your body, engulfing your smaller frame, swallowing you whole in a way that had his breath taken away. it was your eyes that broke him, however, as they looked so swollen, no doubt from crying so hard, your cheeks still damp and lips still quivering enough that he watched you bite down on them.
you watched his throat bob harshly, watched his eyes flicker over yourself frantically like he was trying to assess how badly you had been hurting without him here to comfort you. the thought terrified him.
that was all it took for a sob to rip out of your chest so painfully your knees almost buckled. your hands flew up to your face.
immediately, his arms shot out, cradling you almost harshly to him with one large arm completely covering you whilst his large hand pressed against the back of your head, holding you close to him as though this was the only remedy for a situation like this. his sweet girl. his sweet, sweet girl.
âi called you for nineteen fucking hours.â he said, eyes darting down at you desperately.
you couldnât stop crying. âi know.â
âyour phone was off.â his voice broke slightly, as though the situation had hurt him beyond words. âthat scared me, y/n.â he admitted, chest heaving a little.
your crying only worsened immediately because of course it scared him - jeon jungkook, a man whoâs entire identity was you and you alone. the prospect of losing you for the second time would surely be enough to kill him, and yet answering his calls felt like the last thing you could bring yourself to do.
âi tried not to think like that,â you choked out through hiccups. âi know you wouldnât, logically i know but just kept seeing the pictures of you beside her and..â
your chest was heaving.
âstop talking about her.â
the words came out sharp, almost harsh.
his hand slipped to cup your face, holding your jaw in place whilst his arm slipped down, cupping your body to him so you could rest, his own strength supporting you up. his eyes were wild.
âdonât,â he repeated quieter, chest rising and falling. âdonât..stand here and..fuck, donât compare yourself to someone else for even a second over some shitty tabloid.â
you couldnât stop crying. it was as though that was all you could do.
âjungkook..â
âno.â he cut in immediately, voice cracking at the edges. âyou donât get it.â
he stood before you, a cocktail mix of utter despair and devotion, all whilst anger and fear simmered on the surface, every emotion open on his face to the point he almost felt unrecognisable. you knew he loved you, could see it painted on his features for the world to see but you werenât sure when his feelings for you had become his very destruction. it scared you.
his hand shook around your face.
âyou think i flew half a day because of a fucking dating rumour?â his eyes glazed over. âi donât give a fuck about the tabloids, baby, you know that. i was scared because i know what this would do to you. i know your brain.â
your breath hitched.
âi know you.â he repeated, hands continuing to shake against you. âknow how your mind gets. i know youâd sit here and cry over this shit when you know i would never touch another woman.â
another harsh sob clawed up your throat, and jungkook heaved at the sight as though it was the worst sound he had ever heard.
âlook at me.â he pleaded suddenly.
his hands dropping from your body as he suddenly dropped to his knees - a man of his stature rendered completely broken by the woman he loved. the amount of people who looked up to him, feared him; the amount of people he dictated on a daily basis and yet here he was, on his knees for you. only you.
âthere has never been anyone else.â his voice cracked completely. ânot before you, not after you. not after this, no matter what happens, you hear me? itâs you, and itâs always going to be just you.â
your own knees were begging to give out, as you leaned against him, only for him to rest his face against your stomach, breathing you in like a man desperate for your understanding. he wanted you to see, needed you to comprehend the situation at hand. there was no him without you, the concept didnât exist.
âyouâre the only woman iâve ever loved and there is nothing after you, y/n, because youâre my wife. divorce or not, i donât give a fuck, i belong to you forever whether you want me or not and i wonât..i canât have you thinking otherwise.â
your entire body gave in at the admission as you collapsed into him with another heart breaking sob, jungkook holding you like a man terrified he had said too much and truly not enough. for the first time since the divorce, neither of you tried to pretend this wasnât exactly what it was.
â
the rest of the evening softened after that.
somewhere between the tears and the endless kisses planted to your cheeks, nose, head, hands and stomach came an ease to the panic that had long settled into your bones for the past few months. he refused to let you go, grunting almost childishly whenever youâd move out of his arms to do anything until you found yourself snuggled back into his arms, as though the thought of distance after such a clear cut declaration of love physically pained him.
he looked exhausted now that the adrenaline of the situation had worn off, his under eyes sunken from the exhaustion that had now settled deep into his body. to think he had flown all the way across the world simply because of the thought of you crying all alone over a situation that was so completely false upset him - it made you want to sob all over again.
how could you have ever let him go? how could you proceed forward without him, without him so deeply intertwined in your life once more?
eventually you found an old pair of black shorts mixed in with your clothes from when you had packed your things all those months ago. jungkook had stared at them for a few moments after his shower, towel low on his hips as water droplets slipped down his chest. it had his heart pounding faster than anything yet.
âyou kept these?â he murmured down at you, watching the way your eyes flickered up from his physique, small gasp leaving your lips at being caught. âoh! um..mustâve slipped them in by accident.â
he didnât comment on the fact you were wearing his t-shirt either, despite it hardening his cock.
still, he pulled them on as you settled into bed, your hair still scented from your earlier shower too. you, in his too big top, whilst he grabbed you immediately, shirtless and hands still desperate to hold you in a way he had held back on for so long.
you hummed as your body pressed against his, his figure snaking around your body as a heavy arm curled under your ass as a means to prop you up higher in his arms, causing you to giggle into his neck. your arms wrapped around him too, humming a little under your breath as he breathed in your scent openly.
you both laid there in silence for a long while, breathing. healing.
the room was dark now, with the city lights from afar shining through the slips of your blinds, illuminating slivers of his bare chest beside where your hands sat. you could feel his heartbeat, the way it calmed your already heightened senses as though your body recognised it was finally home.
âmissed this.â you whispered into his ear, only snuggling closer to him.
jungkookâs grip, once on your waist, slid down to your ass once more. this time, his palm sat on your ass cheek, fingers digging into your skin whilst breathing you in.
âdonât say shit like that to me when iâm hard.â he grunted, a small smile forming across your lips. you hadnât even done anything, not that you needed to to get jungkook bothered.
when you pulled him from your neck, his eyes were already glazed over, both of you taking a second to simply stare at one another in the exact way you had wanted for so long. his mouth parted, as his hooded eyes took you in, holding you closer, tighter.
within seconds, his lips touched yours.
slowly, at first, as though he was trying to relearn you after years of you being his. he savoured every moment of your lips against his, especially once you started to kiss him back, both of you uncertain in the beginning but once your hands began to find home in his hair, it was then that jungkookâs touch began to grow in confidence.
he kissed like a man starved, one hand buried in your hair too whilst the other continued to grip your ass possessively, as though physically feeling you was enough to have his mind go into overdrive. every small sound you made went straight to his cock as he swallowed your little sighs and whimpers, only pushing him to kiss you deeper and deeper and deeper.
he was growing desperate, pushing you down against the bed, half hovering over you as he rested on one arm, hand cupping at your thighs, your stomach, your knee. anything he could get his hands on all whilst his tongue explored your mouth as though he had every right.
perhaps he did because despite everything, the divorce and distance, the heartbreak - he still reacted to you like you were the only thing capable of fucking him up.
his lips eventually drifted from your mouth, pressing against your chin, your jaw and finally your neck. oh, this sweet, pretty little neck, he had dreams of marking it up and down every other night and the fact he had you in his arms now, in a bed far too small for the things he so desperately wanted to do to you was everything and more.
jungkook moved, properly hovering over you now just as you moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, pushing your top down your thighs and revealing your lace panties you had conveniently put on. just in case, of course.
he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths as you watched it break apart the further he pulled his head back. just staring at you hurt, with the way your cheeks had flushed and your hair was spread all across the pillow, and your thighs. fuck. the sight of what was between them had him openly groaning down at you.
âneed you to tell me to stop baby, or i wonât be able to hold back.â he hissed down at you, feeling your legs tighten around him before he could finish his sentence.
your hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, eyes never leaving his as you tugged on it just slightly. jungkook, whoâs two hands were on either side of your head, blinked down at you half in awe and other agony, the prospect of you teasing him in a moment like this his literal worst nightmare. you always knew how to make him impatient, said it was the best version of him.
he watched with bated breath as you grabbed one of his arms until his hand was in your own, slowly pushing it under your top to rest on your stomach. it felt heavy on your frame, large palm heating your already hot skin before you pulled him down, other arm wrapping around his neck.
âwanna feel you here, kookie.â you whispered into his ear.
jungkook nearly took you then and there.
his jaw flexed, a heavy leaving his lips as he chased your lips, planting another kiss. âyeah? want kookie deep inside?â
âmhm.â you hummed against him, placing your hand over his on your stomach.
âbut havenât taken me for so long, baby. might be too much.â
you closed your eyes at that - the way he cooed down at you despite telling you how easily he could ruin you, break you. it all felt like too much and yet the empty ache inside of you reminded you it wasnât enough, causing you to merely nod.
âi donât care. want it.â
the pout on your lips. fuck. jungkook thanked the gods he was a better man, more patient, especially knowing you were doing this on purpose.
âalways used to struggle to take me, hm? fucked you open every night and youâd still cry.â
jungkook reached forward, lips on your neck once more but this time, his hips began chasing yours, grinding down almost harshly, causing you to feel every inch, every vein against the flimsy material you called panties. it was heavenly
your hands grabbed him by his biceps, smaller hands unable to wrap around the circumference of his skin. how could you forget your nights of passion? he would spend hours between your legs, so mean, orgasm after orgasm and he still wouldnât feel satisfied, an insatiable man to his core. even on nights youâd argue, it would somehow end in you fucking which meant the last eight months had been utter hell.
your poor fingers couldnât reach far enough and nothing brought you to an orgasm unless you thought of him, imagining it was own digits instead of your own.
silly you - if only you realised how similar you and jungkook were. he couldnât get off unless he was on your instagram, staring at your pretty eyes and lips as he tugged on his cock with all of his energy, round after round after round only to be constantly dissatisfied. having you below him, so ready to be his again? it fucked with his head.
âyou'll make it fit.â you whispered.
within mere moments, neither of you could wait. his shorts, alongside the large tshirt that originally belonged to him were on the floor, leaving you in your lacy panties alone. his boxers strained against his hardened length which oozed precum at the mere sight of you, hips bucking a little as you watched him groan out loud at the wet patch forming against the flimsy material.
âmy pretty pussy.â he whispered, just as he parted your legs. his fingers pushed your panties to the side, almost hissing from how damp they were, knowing you must have been needy for a while. âmissed her. youâve been holding out on me, baby.â
your eyelashes fluttered up at him at the first touch of his fingers running up and down your slit. you let out an airy moan, barely audible, your body immediately easing back into the covers now that you could finally feel him on you.
he suckled on your neck whilst he circled your clit, knowing your body better than anyone. you were both so in tune with each otherâs wants and needs that an eight month break between you both meant nothing when he bit against the sweet spot on your neck all whilst applying more pressure.
you squeaked, nails digging into his biceps at the harshness of his fingers.
âfuck, youâre so needy.â he grunted, pulling away from your neck after leaving a hefty purple bruise. ânot been touching your pussy the way it needs.â
âdoesnât feel..â you moaned louder. âdoesnât feel good if you donât do it.â
his eyes almost rolled back at that. âyeah? need kookie to be the one to touch you?â
âmhm.â
at that, he pulled his hand away only resulting in a loud whine from you. so cruel, to have been given a taste, only to have it pulled away from you.
your positions, however, suddenly changed as jungkook realised the space on the bed was much smaller compared to the bed you had once shared. he rested his back on your wooden bed frame before grabbing you properly, resting you in his lap against his too hard cock, spreading your legs wide.
your back was against his chest, all whilst he caged you in, his fingers returning to your cunt immediately.
this new position had you so much more exposed, as he pushed your thighs apart, index finger circling your hole before slowly pushing inside. your eyebrows furrowed, watching him with a shake to your breath as he took his time, knowing a single one of his was the equivalent of two or three of your own - a though that had him wanting to fuck into you already.
the loud moan that left your lips once he fully inserted it was enough to have him kissing at your temple, cooing.
âlike that?â
âfeels big.â you whispered back with a shake, feeling him pump in and out.
at that, jungkook thought he was ready to fucking cum. even your pussy was as sweet as you were - too big? one finger and you were already fucked out, but he knew he had to stretch you to accommodate him, a thought that brought a nasty little smirk on his face.
âgotta fuck you open, baby. always so tight.â he continued to coo at you, all as you looked up at him, his finger being joined with another.
soon enough, he was roughly fingering you, all whilst you both maintained eye contact, often breaking it just to share a kiss as though neither of you could get closer to the other. the feeling of him inside you, just like you had become used to for so many years after months apart was the definition of pleasure, your eyes hooded with each pump.
âfeels sâgood.â you slurred slightly, chest heaving.
he watched your breasts, your bed squeaking with each passing movement and he fucking loved it. loved having your eyes on him, loved having your tits bounced everytime heâd fuck you open a little harder, your sweet moans filling the space.
you could feel how hard he was, but everytime you tried to turn to pleasure him too, heâd merely hold you tighter, as though your orgasm was the only objective on his mind. he wanted to eat you out, fuck - the thought had him all but growling at you but he knew heâd never last, promising himself heâd save that for later tonight.
âwish you knew how many times iâve dreamt about this.â he grunted down at you, as he watched your thighs try to close from the onslaught of pleasure, only for him to widen them immediately. âiâm constantly fisting my cock thinking about you. at work, at home, in the fucking car.â
âwhat do you think about?â you pressed desperately, needing to hear it.
jungkook bared his teeth at you slightly, all whilst his pace quickened. âthink about breeding you, pumping you full of cum till youâre begging me to stop. every morning, every night until youâre pregnant with our baby. youâd like that, hm?â
you could have sobbed. like was an understatement, your legs widening with each passing word as you nodded almost desperately at him, looking up and above where his head tilted down to watch you.
your eyes then fluttered shut at the image of him touching himself, almost shuddering out of relief at the thought of him so infatuated that he had to cum just to get you off of his mind. especially at work - the whole reason of your divorce being his dedication to his occupation and now knowing you had your affect on him there too? it was euphoric.
âthink about you all the time.â you whimpered back at him, pout so cute he wanted to scream. âtried..fuck..tried to touch myself after the gala..but wasnât enough.â
he watched as you shook your head up at him, one of your hands on his wrist as the same hand pumped faster inside of you at the admission. he cursed under his breath, letting out a deep exhale.
âshouldâve told me. fuck, y/n. wouldâve ruined you then, baby, you know that right?â he nuzzled into your cheek. âwouldâve let you use me as much as you want.â
it was your turn to whimper under your breath, as your eyes shut tight at the familiar feeling in your stomach starting to creep up. it was shocking, how slowly it managed to creep on you, and yet you could feel every inch of its intensity, the first in a long time where you know youâd feel satisfied.
jungkook could feel you clenching, your too tight hole sucking him in desperately as a bid to have him go meaner on you, to which he was more than happy to oblige with. he grabbed your chin with his other hand, forcing your head back so youâd open your eyes again. he wanted to watch.
âeyes on me, pretty girl.â
you werenât sure if it was the sweet way he cooed at you, or the brutal pace he was now forcing you to take but your orgasm hit you like a freight train. you let out a loud squeak as electricity fluttered through from your head to your toes, your hips rising whilst he continued to finger you through your high, hissing at how sexy you looked maintaining eye contact.
his pace didnât lessen, devoted to longing out every hit of pleasure for as long as possible, your legs shaking as you pawed at his wrist, but he refused to stop. your body began falling into overstimulation, whining loudly as your weakened hands grabbed onto his, feeling him finally slow whilst he remained two fingers deep, pushed inside of you all the way to his knuckles.
he curled them one last time, causing a shaky breath to leave you before slowly removing them inch by inch.
the emptiness inside of you was horrible, a reminder of what else you wanted and how badly. your big eyes met his, only to watch him take his fingers press them against your pouted lips until they parted, your tongue wrapping around. you tasted yourself, a sweet sigh leaving his lips at the sight of you sucking so eagerly, his cock jolting harshly in his boxers.
âstill donât think you can take me right now.â he whispered down at you, other hand moved so it was openly cupping your pussy as a whole, palm brushing against your hypersensitive clit.
you jolted which each passing touch, breathing shaky before you took his fingers out of your mouth, saliva coating them where your slick once was.
âdonât care, kookie. i want it anyway.â you grumbled slightly, and he swore he had never loved you more.
it was your turn to move as you pulled away from his grasp, giggling a little to yourself at the look on his face once you put space between you, only to turn around, so you were laying on your stomach. he remained in his position, legs on either side of you allowing you to press your hand against his massive bulge.
oh, how youâd missed his cock.
you were as impatient as ever as you pulled his boxers down enough so that his fat cock could finally spring free, watching the way it tilted upwards at first, but its weight forced it down lower and lower until it was resting almost gently on your face.
he wanted to take a picture. wanted to make it his screen saver, your contact picture in his phone - he wanted it in his fucking wallet. his girl, eyes all hooded after being bratty for his cock? you were a minx and you didnât even know it.
âdonât have a condom.â he found himself whispering at you, just as you began to pump him.
you tilted your head at him, hand unable to wrap around his length as you slowly teased his slit, fingers brushing against it just to him shudder. you watched his face, watched his very composure crumble before your very eyes all whilst he muttered something about a condom? your mind was barely working, still sensitive from the way he had made you cum and the horniness still in your stomach.
âwhy would i want you to wear a condom?â you whispered up at him, as though it was a little secret between you.
you watched his eyes darken in real time, narrowing down at you as both of his large hands grabbed the back of your head. you giggled, resting your cheek on his thigh whilst you continued to pump his cock, focusing on the tip just the way he liked it. the heaviness in your hand was what you missed the most, causing you to leave a little kiss to it on the mushroom tip, your fluttering eyes only driving him more and more insane.
he wouldnât last like this. not with you staring up at him like that.
and so, he pulled your hair. you whimpered, pussy clenching as he pulled you up by your locks, your large eyes completely taken over by how rough he was being with you, no doubt being fuelled by the heightened emotions of the past two days. this was your favourite jungkook, secretly of course.
within seconds, you were on your back once more, all whilst he grabbed your hips and yanked you close to him. he dropped down to give you a kiss on your lips, savouring the taste and feel of you before beginning to rub his cock up and down your tight hole.
âmy girl.â he whispered against your mouth. âno going back after this.â
your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of him teasing you, pushing the tip against your hole only to pull back the second it began inserting, rubbing it up and down and over your clit once more. he was a tease through and through, but you were too needy to see reason.
âdonât wanna go back, want it all.â you simply whimpered back.
your words were enough to finally have him pushing inside of you.
first, the tip. your face contorted to the familiar feel of his cock slowly inserting inside of you, your breath catching slightly at the sheer size of him - you struggled to take him even when your sex life was incredibly active, so you knew now that you hadnât been touched for eight months, this was going to be hard.
you watched his face harden, all whilst your eyes slipped downwards to see him pushing further in, inch by inch, until your fingernails were puncturing the skin of his outer arms. he watched your face instead, willing himself not to cum at the way your jaw grew slack, big eyes only widening further at the too large cock settling in inside of you.
it was too much, too big, too at once. you couldnât think, could barely see and yet you couldnât pull yourself away from watching him bottom out even if you wanted to, a slight bulge evident where he sat deep inside of you. his large hand took a hold of yours and kissed it before pressing it against the bulge, only to rest his own right on top. applying pressure, he hissed at the way you let out a loud whimper, your cute thighs trembling around him.
âfeel that?â he whispered down at you, nuzzling your nose to force you to look at him. âthats where i fucking belong. this pussy stretches so good for me every time.â
your lip was already trembling, a sight that had his cock throbbing deep inside of you as you clenched down on him hard. his cry baby - he loved seeing you teary during sex.
you were still adjusting as he began to move, causing you to squeal, but jungkook couldnât wait anymore, not when heâd been dealt with blue balls for close to a year. you were the only option, pledging to live a life of fucking celibacy if youâd have chosen to never let him inbetween your legs again though the thought killed him inside. live a life without a taste of your sweet pussy? heâd sooner die.
âjungkook!â you slapped the tops of his biceps, as he continued his thrusting inside of you, nipping at your jaw, feeling his smirk against your skin.
the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you was intense, something you had been craving for so long now and yet now it was happening, you wanted more, and more and more and more and more. he loved this shy game youâd always play, always pretending like you couldnât take it despite the fact your legs were widening further and you were moaning like a bitch in heat - it turned him on beyond words to know underneath the sweet persona, you were the filthiest slut he had ever known.
his pace was deep, mean but slow and it wasnât enough, purposefully done to tease you for as long as he could, to ensure youâd stay needy. it was clearly working with the way your moans, whines and gasps filled the air only to be followed with a long drawl of his name, face scrunched up so cute he wanted to fucking scream.
âcâmon, baby, youâre so good to me.â he cooed, continuing his slow thrusts. âjust gotta ask if you want something.â
your eyes scrunched shut, whimpering at his words knowing he wanted you in ways that you had reminisced on for months, the feeling of him kissing the gummy part of your cunt something you had missed so much.
âwant it properly, kookie.â you begged him, though you couldnât meet his gaze, eyes flickering down to his neck as he continued his pace. âyeah? tell kookie how you want it.â
your fingers clung to his shoulders as he came down, arms now pressed on either side of your head as he nuzzled your nose with his own, actions too sweet given the sinful position he had you in.
your breathing was ragged, the feel of him inside you too much for your poor little mind to handle without breaking and yet it wasnât nearly enough. you craved something harsher, meaner, more jungkook. neither of you had ever been ones for soft sex, always preferring it as needy as possible which only heightened considering the fact you were both so utterly obsessive when it came to the other.
you whined loudly as his actions came to a stop completely, now grinding against you whilst still being inside.
âjust want you to fuck me properly.â you whimpered, lip quivering so much faster, hips lifting to meet his as a means to relieve yourself.
god. you were killing him.
âgood girl.â
jungkook planted a single kiss to your lips, oddly sweet before pulling back, planting two more to your forehead and nose. you were ready to whine once more until you felt his hips pull back, only to thrust into you harshly.
you squealed as jungkook began his pace exactly how you craved it, exactly how you used to picture with your own fingers in your cunt, desperately trying and failing to replicate the feel. hard. fast. mean. rough.
your neighbours would no doubt complain tomorrow with the way your bed frame began pounding into the wall, his head pressed against yours as his thrusts began kissing your cervix. your legs shook around him, much to his enjoyment, all whilst he forced you to maintain eye contact, wanting so badly to see the affect he was having on you after he had been deprived of you for so long.
âfuck..there she is. thatâs my girl.â he hissed down at you, not holding back, the sound of skin slapping against skin heavy in the room. âyou donât know how badly i missed you.â
âm-missed..ugh! missed you..too..â you managed to string together, salted tears now escaping your eyes as they streamed on either side of the pillow.
âpretty girl like you needs to be fucked mean. no good to be nice to you, huh?â he growled down at you, only causing your lip to quiver that much faster as you nodded. âcanât think unless itâs me bullying your pussy into an orgasm.â
your nods were paired with soft sobs as he pounded, ruining your soppy core just like you had wanted. you had dreamt of this, dreamt of him, genuinely believing youâd never reach this state of pleasure ever again in your life and yet here he was, coaxing it out of you to remind you that heâd never leave you again.
his thrusts were sloppier than usual, no doubt due to the extensive length between your last fuck but it only had you moaning and crying louder. the thought of the usually composed jeon jungkook a whining mess for you and you alone had you clamping down hard on his cock.
âcanât believe i let you leave me.â he grunted hard at the feel of you getting so tight, gritting his teeth as he pounded you further. ânever again. you fucking hear me, y/n? youâre my wife forever.â
âpromise?â you sobbed back, arms now wrapping around his neck as you tried to bring him impossibly closer, as though you could in any capacity.
he nipped at your bottom lip, moaning into your mouth at the way you all but begged him to make it a reality.
âgonna take you to the courthouse tomorrow, get you a nice dress and we do..fuck..we do this again, understand?â he closed his eyes the more you whined and whined. âgonna let me put that ring back on your fucking finger, baby?â
you nodded wildly, just as you felt your orgasm build up in your stomach again, whining loudly up at him in a way he recognised immediately. fuck, he had missed this so much - his angel girl, all needy, begging for it even though she could barely take it. he could feel his own coming on fast, causing him to pull his hand down and rub at your clit, hissing at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock harshly.
âcâmon baby. want you to cum on your husbandâs cock, hm? gonna get you nice and round like you deserve.â his thrusts only got meaner. âmove you back in. fuck this pussy every single day, just like you need.â
your high rushed through you at the exact point his did, your legs wrapping around his waist as a means to keep him inside. you could feel it all through your body, the way it seized up and bucked into him all whilst he continued his thrusts, fucking you through both of your orgasms.
your vision started growing dark, the intensity of it overwhelming as he rode out your highs whilst whispering soft i love youâs in your ear, cradling you to his chest, holding you closer than youâd ever felt him before.
everything after that completely blurred together.
you remembered jungkook taking care of you, tenderness laced into his very being as he held you like you were akin to a porcelain doll - sweet, so soft, so delicate. somewhere between the damp kisses pressed to your skin underneath the bubbling bath he had drawn for you both, to the continuous declarations of love muttered down at you; you realised that this was inevitable. he was inevitable.
there didnât exist a reality where you both could live without one another - you knew that now.
even after the heartbreak, the divorce, the loneliness and the debilitating grief, you still found yourself exactly where you belonged. your cheek pressed against his chest, his heartbeat soothing you into a dreamlike state which paled in comparison to the reality that was now yours. his love had you wrapped so tightly you knew youâd never live without it again.
you were finally home.
â
this beast of a fic is finally done yay!!! i hope you guys love ex husband jungkook just as much as i do!
tried to make him less yandere in this one and more pathetic yearner lol but i may have slipped here and there đ
iâd love to hear your thoughts on this - love hearing you guys after a fic drops so iâm excited to see what you all think!!!!
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Ship: Best Friend!Heeseung x Reader x Enemy!Sunghoon
Description: For as long as you were going to be Heeseungâs best friend, youâd have to put up with his other best friend, Sunghoon, who absolutely despises you. Things only get more complicated after an incident that leads people to think you took the package deal.
Warnings: Threesome, Eiffel Tower, MxM action, Dom/BratTamer!Heeseung, Switch!Sunghoon, Oral (m&f receiving), Unproteced Sex, Squirting, Impact Play, Dacryphilia, Creampie, Cum Play, Edging, Overstimulation, Humiliation/Degradation, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Praise, Pussy Slapping, Multiple Orgasms, Sadomasochism, Dry Humping literally this is 90% smut barely any plot, terrible attempts at humor
Wordcount: 15k
A/N: Ahh sorry I keep making the reader not get along with Sunghoon lol. I just love best friends and enemies tropes, what can I say. I hope everyone enjoys this. I started writing it before March and found finishing it cathartic. I still plan to write Heeseung fics in the future and have him be included as a character in future Enhypen fics. You can find the BTS Jungkook & Taehyung version on my blog @littlemisskookie as Group Bonding!
When you first met Heeseung it was for your debate program in University. He was the only one who could match you with for wit, point for point, all within the allotted time and with brevity and well spoken analysis that you were in awe of. Surprisingly the two of you did not become rivals, the way high school you would've fantasized, having read way too much enemies to lovers fanfiction. No, instead you two actually became very good friends, building a friendship based on mutual respect, sticking together even after graduation.Â
Heeseung was practically perfect in every way except with one minute (major) flaw: his other best friend.
You and Park Sunghoon never really saw eye-to-eye; the moment you crossed paths with his childhood best friend, his original debate partner back in high school, you knew you had entered a battlefield.
It was a never ending fight between the two of you, always vying for Heeseung's affections. Sunghoon had always accused you of being a leech, just another sycophant who would reveal her true colors and nefarious intentions towards his best friend. Apparently they had known each other since childhood, and he had seen a million girls like you come and go. You, on the other hand, found Sunghoon to be an entitled, pompous brat whose rich family provided so much for him he had never been told the word no. He was so used to Heeseung being his and his alone that you had trouble picturing him sharing anything in his life. That was probably the real reason why girls didn't last long around Heeseung.Â
It didn't help that Heeseung was constantly trying to facilitate things between the two of you, arranging for the three of you to hang out despite both parties' protest.
"If you guys only got to know each other better, I'm sure you'd get along!"
"Won't you guys try, for me? C'mon, I've always pictured what things would be like, the three of us."
"You're both my best friends. Why would anyone choose just one?"
More times than you could count you were invited to hang out with Heeseung, only to find Sunghoon already be there. You tried to get along with the man, really, but it was nearly impossible. He was so possessive of Hee, constantly glaring at the two of you when Heeseung showed you any affection. He always had some snide comment to make about it afterwards, like just seeing you two so close made him want to throw up. You were positively sure at this point that the younger was in love with his best friend, but it was a working theory.
Regardless, anything you showed up to with Heeseung, you'd have to be ok with Sunghoon tagging along as well. Tonight's party was no exception, though you had lost track of the duo when you went to find a drink to drown your sorrows, and then had to do it again after seeing said sorrow to drink over.
You stumbled up the stairs with a heavy heart, downing most of your cup to replace one bitter taste in your mouth with another. To your surprise you see your best friend waiting in the hallway, no Sunghoon in sight, looking just as drunk as you based on the way he was slumped against the wall.
You walked up to him, back pressing against the wall as well, leaning your arm against his for support and also needing the comfort of his body heat against yours right now.Â
"Hey, where've ya been? I've been looking for you for the past ten minutes I feel," you pouted, taking another sip of the fruity concoction in your cup, the vodka starting to become less noticeable.
The moment Heeseung registered you he glowed, beaming with a goofy, drunk, genuine smile that made you feel safe.
"Hey, sorry! Hoon broke the seal, and I didn't want to lose more than one person in a single night," Heeseung chuckled, grabbing you arm and tucking it against his, pulling you in closer to his side. "How're you enjoying the party?"
You shrugged, unsure if you wanted to mention the sight downstairs you were currently running from. "It's fine, I guess."
"Yeah, I was thinking about the three of us ditching to go to that party on Brunswick, but none of us seem quite capable of driving just yet."
That put a damper on your hopes of Heeseung whisking you away from this place.
"I just remembered, I forgot to show you earlier today the new watch I got from Etsy!" Heeseung's glazed eyes lit up. "Look, it's called a serpent's watch."Â
Heeseung flashed the fancy accessory on his wrist, the nontraditional wristband being coils of metal that wrapped down his wrist, the clock shaped closer to an oval or diamond than a circle. It really was shaped liked a serpent.
You absentmindedly nodded, fingers brushing over the way the watch wrapped around Heeseung's wrist. Your mind kept drifting from Heeseung's forearms, however, and without sobriety to keep your mind where it should be, tears were soon falling from your eyes.
Hee noticed immediately.
"Hey hey, what's wrong?" Heeseung cupped your face in his hands, thumbs swiping under your eyes to wipe away at the tears. "It's a party, you should be happy-drunk, not sad-drunk."
Your lip trembled as you melted into Heeseung's touch. "It's Jake," you explained, a pout on your lips as you said the name. "Just saw him downstairs with some girl. I just wasn't expecting it to hit so hard, y'know?"
"Aw, baby, I'm so sorry." Heeseung wasn't the biggest fan of your ex, secretly (not so secretly) elated when the two of you broke up. You didn't share the same sentiments, very clearly heartbroken when Jake dumped you to have sex with other girls. Go figure. "It's natural to be upset."
"I justâ" You sucked in a breath. "I want to be over it already, y'know? I'm so sick of being pathetic and still crying about it."
"It was only two months ago. I don't blame you."
"You should. You should be sick of me at this point, crying to you about this. God knows Sunghoon is." You blinked away the tears, slowly coming back down to Earth as you grounded yourself further against Heeseung. "I'm sick of me."
"I could never be sick of you, trust me. Jake doesn't know what he's missing out on. Any sane man would be on his knees for you if you so much as asked."
That earned a laugh out of you, effectively brightening your spirit a tiny bit. You sniffled, resting your forehead against Heeseung's shoulder, sighing as you composed yourself. "Thanks, Hee. I appreciate it. God, why can't more guys be like you? There's too many assholes like Jake and Sunghoon around."
Heeseung chuckled at that. "Hey, Hoon's not that bad."
"He is to me."
"You guys just need to work on getting closer, that's all. Find some shared interest or hobby or something. Anything you might like to do together."
You rolled your eyes a bit. "I don't think there's anything like that that doesn't involve violence."
"He likes you more than you think. He just doesn't realize it yet," Heeseung assured.
You heard a knock from inside the bathroom, Sunghoon's voice calling out. "Heeseung?"
"Speak of the devil," Heeseung grinned. He turned toward the door. "What is it?"
"Can you come in here real quick?"
Both you and Heeseung exchanged puzzled glances.
"Are you guys about to get up to some gay shit?" You whispered quietly. "I mean, it's hot, I guess. Am I supposed to keep watch?"
"Dunno yet. Let me see what he needs," Heeseung said, not even bothering to deny the homosexual allegations as he stepped inside the bathroom. Sunghoon was turned away from Heeseung, looking down and fidgeting with something. "Everything ok man?"
"Yesâ I mean noâ I mean... shit." Sunghoon turned around, letting Heeseung see his situation. Unfortunately for him, the zipper of his pants had gotten stuck onto his boxers and was refusing to budge. "It's stuck," Sunghoon stated the obvious. "I've been trying to get it loose for like, five minutes now."
"Whoo boy, let's see what we're dealing with." Heeseung gave the zipper an experimental tug upwards. Sunghoon wasn't used to having Heeseung's hands so close to his genitalia, but he supposed it was a testimony to how close they were.
Sunghoon leaned against the sink, ears tinged pink with embarrassment as Heeseung yanked at the zipper with reasonable force.
"Hey, watch it man! I don't need you zipping up my balls, too," Sunghoon freaked.
"Relax, it's notâ Jesus Christ, this thing really isn't budging," Heeseung hissed, hands starting to become sweaty with his efforts.
Sunghoon's eyes widened. He buried his face in his hands, feeling how hot his cheeks were already getting "Fuck. Fuck, man, what am I gonna do? I can't go out there with my fly like this!"
"I'd be more worried about the fact you spent, like, 500 bucks on these pants." If Heeseung used too much force on this he was at risk of breaking it beyond repair, and he really couldn't afford repairs for Prada the way Sunghoon could.
"Dude, I literally want to die right now." Sunghoon prayed everybody would be drunker than he was, at least enough where he could make a speedy exit without anyone noticing his problem.
"Wait!" Heeseung's head shot up, as though a brilliant idea came to him. "I know someone who's great with zippers!"
Sunghoon's thick brows furrowed, and all he could think about was lightning somehow shooting into the house and striking him down mercifully. "What? Waitâ"
"Y/N! Get in here, we need your help!" Heeseung swung open the bathroom door, dragging you inside without preamble or Sunghoon's approval.
You grumbled, eyes narrowed with confusion. "Do I need to aim for you guys or...?"
"No! Hoon's got a bit of a..." Heeseung's eyes flicked down towards his friend's crotch. "...situation."
Your eyebrows jumped this time. "He has a boner?"
"No!" Now it was Sunghoon's turn to interject. He felt like he could die of embarrassment then and there, having to humiliate himself in front of you of all people. "My zipper is stuck."
"Aw, guess that Prada label doesn't guarantee quality after all, does it?" You jutted your lip out in a fake pout, taking your opportunity to jab at him. You were still suffering from the sting of seeing your ex, and Sunghoon was the best target you could ask for tonight. This was just too perfect.
"Hey, be nice," Heeseung scolded. "Will you help?"
"Maybe..." You tapped your cup against your chin, pondering. "If he begs."
"What?!" Sunghoon was shocked by your sheer audacity.
You shrugged, fighting (and failing) to keep the corner of your mouth from quirking up into a smirk. "If you want me to help, you have to say please. It's only polite."
"Oh my god, you're such a bitchâ"
"That's not very nice."
"Nice? I canâ"
"Guys, stop!" Heeseung interrupted the both of your squabbling, not wanting to be cramped in a bathroom with the two of you shouting in his ear. "Just say please, Hoon."
Sunghoon's eyes practically bulged out of his sockets when he heard Heeseung taking your side. You stuck your tongue out at him like a child, triumphant.Â
He gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw as he muttered the words. "Will you please help me with my zipper? Please?"
You looked so cheeky and smug, putting your cup down on the sink. Sunghoon suddenly had the urge to bite you. "Well, since you sound so pathetic."
You reached for the zipper, and Sunghoon hissed to resist the urge of slapping your hands away out of annoyance. "I'm gonna get you back for this, I swear..."
"That's not how you say thank you to a favor, Hoonie," you teased, your fingers twiddling with the metal as you tried to yank it up.
"We both know you aren't doing this as a favor." Fuck, you were so close to him. He could smell both the perfume you wore and the alcohol you drank. Now he had to worry about the friction your jerky little tugs were causing.Â
"Aw, look at you guys getting along," Heeseung smiled, reaching up to pat your head. "I told ya, you just needed to bond a little."
"We are not bondingâ ow!" You tried to turn your head to face him, but something caught in your hair. You tried to move again, only realizing that Heeseung's fancy watch was now tangled in it.
"Sorry!" Heeseung apologized, trying to move his hand back but tugging your head along with it, making you howl. "Oh, sorry again!"
"Stop moving!" You reached one hand back to reach for his wrist, trying to pull a few strands away to get loose.
"Can you get lower? It's hard for me to untangle myself at this angle."
"Fuck!" The hand still on Sunghoon's zipper yanked on it in frustration, the tug doing nothing to free it.
"My hand's getting tired up here, it'll be quicker!" Heeseung whined petulantly.
You rolled your eyes and reluctantly sank onto your knees, the cold tile biting against your skin. You were now staring up at Sunghoon, who found the view a lot hotter than he cared to admit.
But he did say he was going to get back at you.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Look at you. Can't believe you're on your knees in a bathroom for me."
You scowled. "It's not for you."
"Right. You're on a dirty bathroom floor for me and Heeseung." Sunghoon snickered at your glare, soaking in your scowl.
You reached up for his zipper with both hands, tugging it back down in another attempt, your other hand gripping onto fabric to pull it out. "You really shouldn't piss off the one with a zipper to your balls."
"That's if you can do your job correctly down there."
"Oh, you can fuck right offâ Oh fuck, Hee!" Your head jerked back again slightly, and your eyes scrunched as you winced in pain.
"Sorry!" Heeseung apologized again, patting your head with the unadorned hand. "It's almost out, just a little longer."
"Fuck!" You gripped onto Sunghoon's pants tighter, pulling him closer to you as you jerked the zipper more, feeling some leeway.
Sunghoon grappled onto the sink counter, trying not to fall against you or get hard, his footing unsteady as you tugged his pants closer to your face. If he wasn't careful you were going to end up with his dick print against your cheek. The sound of your little whine made popping a boner nearly impossible. It was difficult too with the sight of you frustrated and on your knees between the two of them, tiny hands scrambling with his zipper, and his mind was going to places they really shouldn't.
Your hand was moving the zipper up and down, desperately trying to get it loose, the tiny bit of fabric bunched beneath slowly giving way. You fisted at the fabric next to it, trying to pull it in the opposite direction so it would give.
"Fuck, I think I'm close," you muttered quietly to yourself, not even realizing how you sounded.
Fuck. Fuck Sunghoon needed to get his zipper fixed now because any second now he was going to get obviously hard, and there'd be absolutely no way of hiding it from you or Heeseung.
"I-I think I mightâ"
"Shut up, I'm almost there!" Of course you'd be fucking stubborn when you put your mind to something.
"Me too!" His best friend innocently commented, eyes glued on his watch. Heeseung seemed oblivious to Sunghoon's panic, just as focused as you when it came to the task at hand.
You tugged one more time, the slide finally becoming easier and the zipper making its way successfully to the very bottom, no fabric stuck. "Finally!"
Heeseung managed to free his watch with your hair still intact, though it was a mess from the tangles and pulling from prior. "Yes!" He rolled his wrist with satisfaction, his other, unadorned hand now combing through your mess of hair in attempt to smoothe it. "See, that wasn't too bad."
Sunghoon felt entirely too suffocated, and for the first time in his life he was desperately wanting a woman off her knees. "For you," he huffed, feeling hotter by the minute.
It was just then that the bathroom door, which you neglected to lock behind you, swung open.
The three of you must've been a sight: your hands up near Sunghoon's crotch while you were on your knees, Sunghoon's pants unzipped, your hair a tangled mess and makeup slightly smudged from crying. Sunghoon and Heeseung were also incriminating, both sweating a little from their frustration, breathing heavy from their intense focus on very different missions.Â
Heeseung looked like a deer in headlights as he turned back toward the people in the doorway, the appearance of the situation seemingly dawning on him.
So everybody thinks you had a threesome in the bathroom with the two hottest guys on campus.Â
That's just great.
It's not like anyone's dick was even out or anything. Sure, you could see how it'd look like you guys were about to have a threesome, but that's a huge difference! Instead, you were getting bombarded left and right with people you've never even met, asking you what happened, what they were like, who was better, who was bigger. They heard some of the things that were being said, you couldn't fool them. The dialogue alone was incriminating. When you told them the truth they never believed you, some giving you a cheeky smile saying, Fine, keep your secrets.
You were starting to think you might as well have with how many people were convinced.
The mere idea of it was crazy. You, having a threesome with your best friend... and his best friend. Who you hated.
Still, your mind kept drifting back to the image of him looking down at you, so pissed, so on edge. You were lucky he seemed so panicked about the zipper that he didn't notice you pressing your thighs together.
You were a horny drunk, you could admit that much. You just didn't imagine you'd be getting horny for Sunghoon of all people.
Or Heeseung.
You thought of the way Hee's fingers carded through your hair, the assuring pat on your head and the way he cradled your face when you were crying. You thought about how he looked from above as well that night, brows furrowed in concentration, biting down on his lip.
Fuck. You can't be thinking of this. It was just a drunken misunderstanding.
You need to stop thinking about fucking your best friend and his best friend. End of story.
There was no way that was ever happening. Sunghoon hated your guts the same way you hated his, and Heeseung was always oblivious to everything.Â
You just had to pretend that none of it was bothering you.
That's why you were loud as hell as you barged your way into Heeseung's apartment, holding your copy of his key between your fingers.
"Hee! I'm here!" you called, just in case Sunghoon was inside and you were unwittingly put into a trap with him. You stumbled your way into the living room, where Heeseung sat on his huge ass sofa, solo. "No Hoon today?"
"Nah, he's not going to be out of class for another hour at least. I'm all yours 'til then." He was so cocky with it, crossing his fingers behind his head and leaning back, giving a mischievous grin.
"Lucky me," you chuckled, kicking off your shoes to join him.
With an early start to wine and enough time to get you tipsy, your conversation with Heeseung had delved into the topic no one, you especially now, could take off their minds: threesomes.
At first it started with the two of you laughing over how ridiculous the rumor spreading about the three of you was.
"So, I'm guessing you heard the rumors too?"
"Which one? The one about the dean having the same dealer as us, or the one that Sigma Ki has a cuck hazing ritual?"
You lightly shoved at your friend, rolling your eyes. "You know the one."
Heeseung laughed at your annoyance, positively beaming. "Oh, you mean the one about you, me, and Hoon fucking each other in the bathroom? I may have heard about it."
How crazy that'd be. How stupid everyone was for automatically believing it. Then it continued, getting a bit deeper. You were currently ranting about how the concept of it in the general public, and what was deemed as more "acceptable" was two girls with one guy. It had only become a recent phenomenon of a girl getting to have two guys at the same time, the riskiest it was willing to go before still forcing her to choose one of the two. Meanwhile men's fantasies included harems and two women and expectations for girls that had been ingrained in the misogynistic society you were subjected to today.
"I mean, let's be soooo for real," you droned, the alcohol in your system making you bolder with your opinions. "Threesomes with two guys and one girl don't happen in real life. It's just a porn fantasy, and not one that gets delivered enough anyways because visual porn is much more catered to the male gaze. God forbid a woman's the center of attention."
"I'm sure those threesomes happen more often than you think, you know."
"Think about all the threesomes you know of, with real people you know, and measure out how many of those were two girls and how many were two guys. Those specific pairings. Go."
Heeseung pondered for a moment, giving it some thought. "So it's a bit... imbalanced."
"Guys have it so easy!" You whined, sinking into the couch cushions, crossing your arms with a huff. "Girls are constantly expected to be gay with their girl friends. If a girl isn't down to have a threesome with another girl, she's seen as boring. That's why so many of those Tinder couples are looking for a girl. And it's all catered towards the guy. Hell, if I were with another naked chick, the guy definitely wouldn't be getting all the attention. It's like rowboating with a heavy ass robot in the middle. Sure, hypothetically you can get the job done, but overall it'd just be best if the useless piece of junk were out of the picture."
Heeseung cackled at your comment, shaking his head. "You have the strangest way of describing things."
"I'm pretty sure I heard it from some comedian." You waved aside the thought. "Meanwhile, if you ask a guy to have a threesome with his bestie, he'd look at you like you have two heads! It only exists in porn, not real life," you rambled on.
"I'm still sure it happens in real life more often than you'd think."
"No, I doubt that. That's why it's so silly that everyone's so gullible. Guys are always going on about how it'd be gay to have a threesome with another man, but it's just as hot for the girl as it is for the guy in the switched scenarios," you pointed out. "Why else would girls be reading yaoi or reading gay fanfiction when they themselves are not gay men? Get turned on when they kiss?"
"I don't know. Some guys aren't as insecure in their masculinity as you think."
"Oh yeah? Like who?"
"Me."
You scoffed. "You? Yeah right."
"I don't think I'd mind," he shrugged, as though it were the most casual thing in the world.
"Oh really? So if a woman asked if you and your best friendâ if you and Sunghoon, were down to fuck her, you'd do it?" Surely Heeseung was just blowing smoke out of his ass. Your sweet Hee? No way. The mere concept of him and Sunghoon actually sharing a girl was enough to give anyone a nosebleed. Like Sunghoon would be capable of sharing in general.Â
Heeseung stared at the ceiling, as though thinking about it. "Depends on the woman."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I wouldn't sleep with just any woman, first of all, my best friend included or not."
"Fair point." You thought about it for a moment. "Imagine, like, the hottest girl you've ever seen, then. You'd be down to fuck her no matter what."
Heeseung looked at you with a half-lidded gaze, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek. "Is she as hot as you?"
You rolled your eyes at his typical sleazy compliments, brushing it off with ease. He sometimes unintentionally flirted with you like this, riled you up, reminded you of what you couldn't have. At least, definitely not with Sunghoon in the way. It was always innocent banter, some light teasing, like he doesn't know what it does to you. You wonder if he was truly oblivious or if he was just really good at pretending as a way to watch you squirm. "I forget, this whole thing's easy to you. You forget the rest of us plebeians have trouble even getting one person to want us, let alone two. You could probably pick three for one night, easy." You ruffled his hair, pushing his head to the side. "Not all of us look like we could be on the cover of Vogue, you know."
Heeseung pulled you in closer, arm looping around your waist until your thighs were pressing against one another's. "You're hot and you know it."
"Yeah, but I'm not on like, you or Sunghoon's level," you snorted. Hate Sunghoon all you want, you couldn't deny the man creeped into the edges of your mind when you were getting off to the thought of his doe-eyed best friend. How you got to know two such gorgeous men, even in this sense, was beyond you.
"You're prettier than both of us. Sunghoon would agree." Heeseung leaned in and nosed your neck affectionately, and half of you expected Sunghoon to walk in any minute and scold you two for defiling the couch, even though the gesture was surely done with the purest of intentions.
"Doubt that," you chuckled. "I know I'm sorta prettyâ"
"Definitely pretty."
"Definitely pretty," you corrected yourself. "But I have no doubt that I get weird stares when the three of us are in public, and people who don't know us wonder how I was able to pull that off."
Heeseung cocked his head to the side, studying your reaction, assessing your words and narrowing his eyes as though he wanted to argue. Slowly, his gaze drifted further down your face, lingering on your lips. "Ask me the question again."
"What question?" You forgot it already.Â
"Ask if me and my best friend would be down to fuck you."
Immediately your heart jumped. Your cheeks burned at his clarification, and you squirmed in your seat. "I don't think I phrased it like that!" You couldn't help but feel exposed, even though he misread your question entirely.
"It is now." He leaned in closer, invading your space. You instinctively tried to sink further into the couch. Heeseung stopped his face a few inches from yours, arm hooking over the back of the couch behind you, impossible to ignore, waiting on your answer. He nudged at your chin with his fingers to get you to look at him properly, the way his eyes glittered being far too mischevious for your comfort. "Ask it."
You wanted to tell him to fuck off and quit playing with you, but you were also determined to hide how affected you were. This was so unlike him. Typically he was a clueless dolt, adoring, sweet, not this. The last thing you wanted Heeseung to know was how accurately he was now seeing you now. Did he always? Was he just pretending like he didn't know all this time? You didn't want him to see how excited you were getting by some hypoethical question that could never happen for two very big, very handsome reasons.
But this is Heeseung you're talking about. There was a very real possibility he was just bluffing to get a reaction out of you. You were used to him pulling shit out of his ass to make some contrived point.
"Fine." You squared your shoulders, looking Heeseung in the eye. "Would you want to fuck me with Sunghoon?"
There's something that seemed to go dark inside his eyes, his face serious. "Yes."
You couldn't prevent the immediate small exhale of your nose, shaking your head and breaking eye contact. "You're so full of shit. Anything to prove your point and win an argument, huh?" He was exactly the same back in debate, go figure.
You were about to push him aside when you felt a hand on your knee. You stared up at him in surprise, his face still deadly serious.
"I mean it."
His thumb did a small brush against the side of your leg, and it was enough to make your knee jump beneath his palm. Your heartbeat raced, and you're suddenly left shy, as though this weren't your best friend Heeseung.
"I... That still doesn't prove my point!" Your brain was now melting away, and you're scrambling for whatever solid parts were left to form words. Heeseung was saying he wanted to fuck you. With Sunghoon. What kind of sick joke was the universe playing with you? "The likelihood of one guy agreeing to that in the first place is super low, much less two."
"Sunghoon would say yes, too."
You looked at Heeseung as though he were crazy. "Are we talking about the same Sunghoon?"
"Yes."
"Bullshit." You couldn't help but relax a little, reminding yourself of the impossibility, especially where Sunghoon was involved. "He hates me."
"He doesn't hate you," Heeseung insisted.
"He does, too." Your confidence was slowly returning, and for a moment you pay no mind to Heeseung's hand on your knee, your mind now tuning back into debate-mode. "And I know for a fact he'd think you're crazy for even asking and say no."
"He wouldn't. I saw how he was looking at you in the bathroom."
You swore your heart stopped then and there. "You're bluffing."
Heeseung grinned, and you could practically see the devil horns starting to grow. Perhaps the angel act really was a disguise. "Wanna bet?"
"What on?"
His smile deepened. "If he says no, we forget this whole thing happened. Hell, I'll take you out to that trendy little coffee place you love so much. You win."
The unasked questioned stands in the air before you take the plunge. "And if I lose?"
His eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment, barely long enough for you to catch. "Guess."
You sucked in a breath at that. The thing about Heeseung was that he could never truly be trusted for when he was bluffing and making shit up or when he was saying fact. It was one of those things that made beating him in the moment, with all his deceit and bravado, even more special.
So that's why you found the courage to say: "Call him."
Heeseung didn't even break eye contact with you, whipping out his phone from his back pocket and ringing up Sunghoon, turning it on speaker so it was loud enough for both of you to hear.
When the first dial rang you started to have second thoughts.
When the second dial rang you started to think about how Sunghoon would believe you were a total freak for wanting this, for wanting to be shared by Heeseung and him of all people, and you'd be ready to die on the spot when you next saw him.
When the third dial rang, you started to believe you were being overdramatic, and that it'd go to voicemail and you and Heeseung could have a big laugh and forget the whole thing ever happened. Maybe make it an inside joke between the two of you. What if he had picked up?
And then he picked up.
You were ready to scream when his deep voice came out of the speaker. "Yo."
"Yo, man, what you up to?" Heeseung sounded so casual, and he only smiled when he saw your look of worry and shock as you mouthed at him to hang up.Â
Heeseung was so close to you that you could hear everything on Sunghoon's end without the phone even being on speaker. "Just got out of class. What's up?"
"Wanted to know if you're free to come over."
"Sure dude. What're you wanting to do?"
Heeseung's eyes locked with yours, his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Y/N."
There's a moment of silence on the line, and you wondered for a moment if Sunghoon hung up at the mere mention of your name.
Finally, he spoke.
"Tonight?" He didn't ask any further questions about what Heeseung means by that. He didn't sound shocked, only mildly curious. Amused. Not even repulsed the way you were anticipating.
"More like now." Heeseung was clearly loving watching you squirm, seeing you panic at the audacity he had to go through with the stupid bet. "How soon can you get here?"
He said it. He actually said it.
There's some noise on the receiver, but Sunghoon sounded calm. "She asked for this?"
"Directly," Heeseung confirmed. "Explicitly, in fact."
Your cheeks burned further with humiliation. There was silence again. "Is she there?"
Heeseung held out the phone, turning down the volume a bit, tilting his head as though with mock pity. Now whatever answer Sunghoon had to give would be right against your ear. "He wants to talk to you."
Your mouth is suddenly dry as he passed you the phone, and you licked your lips as though that'll do any good. "I'mâ I'm here."
"Did you really ask for me and Heeseung to fuck you?"
The words almost felt like a caress in your ear, but you're sure you're mistaking a disgusted scowl as a purr of lust. Your mind clearly couldn't be trusted tonight.
You looked back at Heeseung, still close enough for him to pick up on what's being said. You realized you have a chance to deny it all, pretend it was a joke gone too far, a prank. Heeseung would be true to his word, pretend it never happened.
And then your mind raced with everything that could happen.
God, this could be such a bad idea...
"I did."
There was a pause on Sunghoon's end, and it felt as though everyone in the room was soaking in your small confession, like you were in a booth with a priest at church all over again.
"I'll be there in 30."
Sunghoon hung up, the line going dead.
Your head felt as though it were filled with static, absorbing what had just happened.
Heeseung, however, wasted no time, immediately throwing his phone away and focusing all of his attention on you.
You could barely wrap your head around the situation, still trying to comprehend multiple facts at once. Heeseung wanted to fuck you. Sunghoon wanted to fuck you. Heeseung and Sunghoon were both going to fuck you. Now. At the same time.
You rapidly blinked, not even noticing the fact that Heeseung was drawing in closer, crowding your space more than ever.
"Is thisâha, I mean, wellâ is this for real? This can't be real." You absentmindedly shook your head, as though trying to wake yourself up from a dream.
"It's real." Heeseung's eyes were intense, staring at you in a whole new light now, one you couldn't help but tremble under. "It's happening."
"Butâ This can'tâ"
"Yes, it can."
"No, you're just fucking with me with another one of your silly pranks. Was this planned?" You laughed, knowing the idea would be so Heeseung. If they were secretly recording this there's no doubt the look on your face is priceless. You'd kill him if he posted it. "Funny. Fun one. You got me."
"Y/N." He grabbed your wrists, pulling you in so your chest was against his, staring you in the eye. "Sunghoon's going to be here in half an hour."
You stilled in his hold, gulping at his words as you slowly comprehended the truth of them.
"So you're all mine until he gets here."
That made your heart stop.
You were barely able to make out words.
"I... you don't..."
"I do." Heeseung emphasized. "Do you?"
Your mind felt as though it fully shut down, the only thought in your brain being how Heeseung's lips are closer than ever. "What?"
Heeseung didn't get impatient with you, instead being very understanding of the fact that he already turned you brainless without even really touching you. He moved a centimeter closer, his lips barely brushing against yours, like the particles that made up both of you were just passing by. "Do you want this?"
Your mind was in static mode again as Heeseung pulled one of your hands up to his chest, letting you feel his heartbeat against your palm.Â
"You want me and Hoonie?" Heeseung questioned further, clarifying. "I think we both made it very clear we want you."
Never in your life had you guessed your best friend would say that. You slowly came to terms that this very much wasn't a dream, and that Heeseung was actually saying this to you. "You want me?"
"I'll want you any way I can have you," Heeseung emphasized, a soft smile on his face. "Even with Hoon."
"I... I can't believe you'd both..."
"Hoon understands," he said, moving his lips closer to your pulse point below your ear. "He's wanted this longer than you'd think." His breath tickled your neck, and you shivered. "I'm more curious about how long you've wanted this."
You shuddered and found yourself pulling him closer, wanting to feel more than just his lips lightly brushing against you, teasing you when Sunghoon could be here in less than half an hour. How long had he known? Had he always been observant, and you just projected some oblivious facade onto him?
"You mean longer than the bathroom?"
Heeseung's gaze drifted down to your lips. "Did you?"
"I... maybe." You wanted to be flirtier, more enticing, but you were still somewhat in shock due to recent revelations. You were too stunned to even try to act sexy right now. "I feel like I'm suddenly discovering new things about you."
"There's a lot of things you're about to figure out. Just ask."
"How is it you know what I want?"
"Because, I know exactly how you feel about me," he purred in your ear, moving a lock of hair behind it. You held your breath when you felt the tip of his nose along your neck, so close, raising goosebumps. "I always have..." He dipped his head lower, pressing a small, soft kiss at the center of your neck. "I know how you feel about Sunghoon, too."
You knew there was no way he could miss the way you gulped at that.
"Constantly fighting with him, building up so much frustration... you wanna know he'd take it out on you, don't you?" He pressed his lips again at the base of your throat, sucking softly, whispering the dirty secret into your skin. "Wanna know how I'd tell him to do it?"
"Fuck." You couldn't deny the wave of heat that flooded to your core with his words.
He chuckled, watching you fight back against the urge of curling in on yourself with how aroused you were. His hands gripped your waist tighter as he slowly got off the couch to move in front of you, lips ghosting over the center of your ribcage as he traveled down your body. "Want me to show you?"
"Where's all t-this coming from?" You breathlessly smiled, still trying to grasp the fact that this was all real, and not a serious maladaptive daydreaming episode. Heeseung was always so sweet, so respectful. How were you supposed to predict this side of him?
"From you telling me you want my best friend and I to fuck you," he hissed, giving a small nip now just to have you feel the sting of his teeth on your skin instead.
"You m-made me say it!"
"Yeah? I'll make you beg for it too." He rose up to your face, brushing your hair out of the way so he could look into your eyes properly. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl."
His hand slid up to your neck, not tight, but present, like he wanted to measure your heartbeat himself to make sure you wouldn't lie to him.
You licked your lips, trying to swallow down your doubts of courage. The feeling of being so vulnerable to him in this context was baffling.
"I want for both you and Sunghoon to fuck me. Happy?" You managed to spit out the words, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Heeseung let out a wicked grin, whistling at your attitude. "Oh? Talk back, don't we? Yeah, Hoonie will fucking love you."
He finally pressed his lips against yours, hand sliding up to the base of your head , fingers tangling into your roots and keeping you locked in place as he devoured you, making sure your head wouldn't hurt from being pressed against the back of the couch. He wasn't tender or sweet, the way you probably would've predicted and fantasized about when you first met him, and the small budding crush you had on his cute features hadn't warped into something darker, more lustful. No, he was sure of his movements, kissing you with purpose, actions deliberate as he moved with noticeable skill that could only come from practice. His tongue slid against yours with an ease that made your knees weak.Â
Heeseung was infuriatingly good at kissing you. You supposed it was to be expected, with how much action he probably saw, face like that and all, but still. He had this way of kissing you that made the rest of the world disappear, with only his hands on your face and his lips on yours to ground you.Â
You eyes were fluttering shut, and soon you were both moving in tandem, finding a tune that only you two knew. The soft sounds of his lips smacking against yours filled the room, and the grip he had on your roots, pulling your hair properly this time, was driving you crazy.
"Please," you gasped the word into his mouth. He groaned and kissed you some more, his hand tightening as he pressed you further against him. You gripped onto his shirt, the taste of him so irresistible you forgot completely that he was your best friend, and you shouldn't be doing what you're about to with his best friend too.
You subconsciously spread your legs, drawing Heeseung in so you could grind your core against his.
He chuckled into your mouth, one hand moving down to your hip to pin you down and deny you. "Needy little thing, aren't you? We're just getting started. Let me take my time with you."
You wanted to scream at him that you two didn't exactly have time, but found your brain back to mush the moment he began kissing you again, lowering his hips to yours to slowly press his heat against you. His hand stayed on your hip, halting movement from you so that he could control the gradual pace, teasing and torturous as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. It felt so good to be pinned beneath him already, in his arms, like you two were made to fit together.
You moaned against his lips when the fabric of his jeans hit your clit in a particularly delicious fashion. He growled in response, hand cupping your chin better to angle your face a little more to the side, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue in, letting it coax your lips along with his. He licked his way into your mouth, greedily swallowing more of your moans as the hand on your hip drifted down to your thigh, hitching it over his own hip to grind more securely against you.Â
He rolled his hips, pressing you further against the couch as you felt him get harder against you, his hand tightening against your thigh as he tried to pull you impossibly closer to him.
"So fucking good," he rasped against your lips, mind spinning at all the soft, weak little sounds that escaped you. "Can't believe I finally get to have you like this."
You kissed him harder, hands pressed against his face, wanting to memorize the feeling of his cheekbones against your fingertips. You gripped onto his hair, his shirt, anywhere you could reach, try to rock back against his hips and fully feel the bulge pressed against your pussy.
"Fuck, Heeseung..."
"Mmf, say that again." He bit your lip before pulling back.
He pressed up at an angle that hit the sweet spot against your clit, and you had no choice but to obey. "Heeseung!"
"Shit, you sound so whiny." He buried his head into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin just to hear another pathetic sound leave your mouth. He sucked hard, and you knew it'd leave a mark. "Hoon's gonna lose his mind," he groaned into you.
You threw your head back, your hips quickening against him. "Hee, please, do something."
He snarled at your impatience, nipping at your neck again in punishment before smacking your thigh. "Be patient," he grit, blunt nails raking over where he slapped you. "You're mine right now, remember?"
You nodded, a shiver running up your spine as his fingers trailed further down your leg before going back up higher and higher, ghosting over the fabric of your underwear.
His thumb brushed over the lace of your panties, and he bit his lip in anticipation. "Shit, I don't think you even know what's coming."
You canted your hips to receive more of his touch. "M-Meaning?"
"Meaning I need to start getting you ready for when Hoon arrives," Hee said. He pulled on the waistband, dragging them down your legs and discarding them to the floor. "I need to make sure you're wet enough for both of us."
Hearing your best friend talk so dirty was enough to send your mind into a tizzy. You grabbed his hand and pressed him right against your sex, eager to not waste time and see how much he can offer you in twenty minutes. Heeseung took the hint, fingers sliding up and down, getting a feel for the glide and slick you've already produced.
"Shit, you're so wet already," Heeseung said in awe, lips parted as he admired the shine on his fingers from you. "Are you excited?"
"O-Obviously." You were barely able to contain the whine when he slides a digit inside, curling it up to search for your g-spot. "It's not every day a girl gets propositioned by a hot guy, let alone two."
He quirked a brow. "Oh? You think we're hot?"
Your cheeks shouldn't burn this much from stating the obvious. "I mean... you're not bad to look at. Don't let it get to your head."
Heeseung's grin only widened. "And Sunghoon?"
You glanced away, squirming a bit as you felt him find the sweet spot inside of you. "He's f-fine I guess."
"Look at you, getting so flustered," Heeseung cooed, bending down to peck at the flush in your cheeks. "You can admit you want him, baby. It's ok."
Hearing your best friend call you "baby" in this context was something else entirely. Before it always felt so casual, something you couldn't read into. Now he was saying it like you were his. Suddenly your hips were bucking against his hand more, your body beginning to take control of your mind.
He was speeding up, and your mind was steadily beginning to melt. "I-Iâ"
You felt more pressure build up as Heeseung slid in another finger, the wet squelching sounds of your pussy starting to get louder.
"You can tell him when he gets here," Heeseung whispered against your lips, wanting a front row seat to all of your pathetic whimpers and moans while they were still just for him. "He'll be thrilled."
Another whine escaped your lips from Heeseung's ministrations.
"Fuck, why are you so good at this?" You muttered half to yourself, in disbelief that Heeseung was already making you feel better within five minutes than your ex did in five months.
He sucked against your neck, purposefully marking you, humming against the skin as he sloppily thrust his fingers inside. "Mm, you're just easy to ruin. You can't even hide how turned on you are."
You felt heat pool down into your abdomen, your tells showing. "Hee, I'm getting close."
To your dismay he pulled his fingers out of you, giving the side of your neck sweet kisses in apology. "Not yet. You'll need to wait."
He swallowed your whine of frustration, cradling your face in his hands and kissing you, the glide of his tongue against yours somewhat distracting you from the ache left between your legs. His kiss was wet, using just enough tongue for it to feel filthy, making sure you memorized the way he tasted.
Once your orgasm had surely died down he kissed his way down your jaw and your chest, getting on his knees, face all the way down to your now neglected pussy. He sighed with content when he saw how needy and wound up you already were, your body begging him to break it in properly. He couldn't help himself, giving your sex a sweet kiss as well, mouth trapping your clit and giving it the attention it was so desperate for.
Your back arched off the couch as Heeseung began eating you out, the wet muscle traveling between your folds and lapping at all you had to offer, his jaw widening so he could feel more of you. He moaned, and the vibrations made you buck against his mouth. He pinned you down firmly, throwing an arm over your hips, sucking on your clit reverently. Burying your hand in his hair, you let yourself get lost in the pleasure, his tongue dragging along you.
You looked down at him, his lashes long, kissing the apples of his cheeks as he focused on your taste, your breathy whimpers, the way your thighs twitched next to his head when he focused his tongue on the spot right beneath your clit.
"Fu-uck," you moaned, your nails scratching against his scalp as he got you close to the edge again. "Feels so good, Hee."
He moaned into you again in response, making you dig your heels into his back.
Pleasure pooled down to your abdomen, and you felt your abs begin to tighten. Before you could even think about hiding your orgasm from Heeseung, he's pulling away, making you shiver with the cold air against your hitting your bare cunt.
"No!" You whined, losing your grip on his hair as he rose up, rubbing your thighs in apology as he planted his lips to yours, replacing your complaints with the taste of yourself. His hand came up to your throat, not tight, but enough pressure for you to want to lean into it.
Heeseung didn't stop kissing you until your protests died and your muscles relaxed again, and you were just a desperate, breathless mess beneath him.Â
When he finally let you have air, your eyes were glossy with the second lost orgasm. You slumped over and laid on the couch, panting with tear-brimmed eyes, frustrated beyond belief.
Heeseung gave an apologetic look, like if it were up to him, you'd be cumming your brains out by now.
"Poor baby." He pouted along with you, hand traveling down to gently caress at your folds, spreading them between his fingers and feeling how wet and denied you were. "Bet it hurts so bad, doesn't it?"
You nodded, squirming under his touch, wanting so badly to cum against his fingers.
He didn't give you hope yet, though, sliding his hand up to your lower belly. "It'll feel better soon," he promised, slowly pushing down and applying more pressure. "It'll feel really good once me and Hoon are right here."
You gasped, biting your lip at the thought of them that deep inside you.
As if on cue, the front door opened, revealing a panting Park Sunghoon.
"That couldn't have been thirty minutes," Heeseung laughed, rolling off you as Sunghoon strolled closer to you two, his eyes devouring the sight of you teary eyed, cunt exposed and swollen, ready to be taken. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily, nostrils flaring as he stared at you with hooded eyes. The lust was palpable, every muscle in his body appearing tight, tense at seeing you so vulnerable already. Heeseung moved behind you, propping you up so your back was against his chest, adding to Sunghoon's view.
"I may have sped a little," Sunghoon admitted, biting his lower lip. His eyes never left you, as though he were transfixed. "And used the stairs instead of the elevator."
Heeseung squeezed your face, grinning down at you, like he understood Sunghoon's obsession unquestionably. "Hear that baby? You're not the only desperate one."
Your eyes locked with Sunghoon, whose gaze was intense and made it impossible for you to look away.
Sunghoon cautiously raised a hand to your knee, slowly tracing upward as you shivered under his touch. "Has she cum yet?"
"Not yet. I've been edging her. Figured you wouldn't want to miss it." Heeseung moved your hair to the side to kiss your neck, pulling one of your thighs to the side to open you up more for Sunghoon. "She does this cute little whine whenever she's close."
Your cheeks flushed, and your thighs twitched in response. "J-Just hurry up and fucking touch me already."
Sunghoon bit the inside of his cheek, and before you knew it he landed a sharp slap right against your cunt.
"Fuck!" Your back arched, your hips bucking until Sunghoon roughly slammed them back down, planting another smack against your swollen folds.
"Is that how we ask for things?"
"It's how Iâfuck!" You couldn't hold back the pornographic moan that tumbled out of your lips as Sunghoon did it again, though this time rubbing your clit after, as though to blur the pain into pleasure.
"Such a mouth on you still." Sunghoon clicked his tongue, as though disappointed. "Heeseung didn't teach you manners while I was on my way?"
"We didn't have much time for our lesson," Heeseung excused, pulling your shirt further up your torso to run his hand over your exposed skin, his touch gentle in contrast to Sunghoon's. "She's still learning."
"How many times did you edge her?" Sunghoon trapped your clit between two of his fingers, applying pressure on the tiny bud to watch you gasp.
"Twice." Heeseung raised the shirt over your tits now, trapping a nipple between his digits similar to Sunghoon.
"Wanna go for a third, princess?" Hoon slapped your cunt again, making you cry out and shake your head, desperate just the way Heeseung described. Still, your reaction every time he strikes your pussy was noticeable.
Sunghoon wasn't going to let you live it down.
"You like when I slap your little pussy don't you? Don't tell me we've got a painslut on our hands."
Your cheeks burned at the term, and your breath caught with embarrassment. Both could see it all over your face that you were getting hot and bothered by how he treated you.
Sunghoon chuckled a bit at that. "Then be a good girl for us, and maybe, just maybe, we'll let you cum."
Your eyes watered even more, but even then, you nodded in agreement, now under the mercy of two men.
Sunghoon smirked, victorious. "Atta girl."
"You should feel how tight she is," Heeseung suggested, giving a reassuring squeeze.
Sunghoon finally sank two fingers into you, making your breath hitch. Sunghoon's gaze darkened, already imagining how your walls would squeeze his cock. "Fuck, what a tight little slut."
Your thighs twitched at the name, and both men took a mental note your reaction to being degraded.Â
Sunghoon started curling his fingers inside of you, pressing against your g-spot, having the heel of his palm press deep against your clit. He licked his lips, eyes flickering between your pussy and your face, examining your open mouth and your small mewls as he started to work up what Heeseung started, the wet sounds of his digits inside of you filling the room.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet. Hee must've really worked you up, huh?" Sunghoon purred, sliding in a third digit easily, not missing how your eyes started to roll back as he stretched you out. "Bet you've been dreaming of this since the party."
"S-Shut up," you stammered out. "Says the one who was forming a boner."
"Yeah?" Sunghoon started increasing the power of his thrusts, veins starting to pop out of his forearm as he did so. "Why don't you just shut up and let out more of those pretty moans?"
"Why don't youâ"Â
Your words were cut off by Heeseung pressing his two middle digits against your tongue, rendering you silent.
"Now now, play nice you two," Hee chastised, shaking his head. "I thought my baby agreed to be good, no?"
He slipped his fingers out of your mouth, earning a glare.
"Come here." Heeseung pulled your jaw to face him, kissing you and muffling any insults you had to throw at Sunghoon. His tongue glided against yours, quelling your anger and making you buck up needily against the younger man's hand.
When you broke apart, you weren't even given a second to breathe, Sunghoon's large hand being the one holding your face now, focusing your attention back onto him.
"What? No kiss for Hoonie?" He grinned at your scowl. "Or is Hee's baby too good for it?"
"Give him a kiss, baby," Heeseung encouraged. "Let me watch."
You licked your lips, only allowing for a moment of trepidation before leaning into Sunghoon. His lips met yours readily, hungry as he kissed you, the pace of his fingers quickening with every stroke. He growled when you moaned against his mouth, grinding his palm firmer against your clit in reward. He pressed his mouth against you like he was trying to brand you with his kiss, make you feel it even after he was gone.
He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, demanding, his other hand sliding into the roots at the back of your head, angling your face just how he liked so he could kiss you deeper. He groaned as you whimpered against him, trying to keep up a good fight. He made it look too easy, the effortless way his mouth dominated yours bringing you to shame. He sucked on your tongue a bit, the helpless sound you made in response only making him harder.
When he broke away you were both left staring at one another, gathering breath, analyzing the blown out pupils of one another.
This was Park Sunghoon. The man you were constantly fighting for Heeseung's attention. The one you couldn't spend five minutes with without starting an argument.
You weren't sure which one of you leaned in first, but suddenly you were both slamming your mouths against each other again, but this time hungrier. More desperate. There was a carnal desire in how Sunghoon kissed you now, like he wanted to eat you and make you cry for every bullshit fight you put up against him.
Heeseung was mesmerized, his eyes never leaving you and Sunghoon as you clung onto the younger, trying to bring him closer to you, clawing at his clothes as you expressed your pent up sexual frustration through the kiss. Heeseung's hand slid down between you and Sunghoon's, his digits playing with your clit. You whined against Sunghoon's mouth, your orgasm starting to approach.
You broke away from the kiss, whining just like promised. "Please let me cum this time, please!"
Sunghoon chuckled at how easy you were to break this time, purposefully slamming his fingers against the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly. "Aw, should I? But you were being such a brat earlier."
"Let her cum," Heeseung crooned, sympathizing with you. "She's got a lot ahead of her."
Sunghoon always did have a habit of going along with Heeseung's desires.
But he wasn't going to be nice about it.
"You hear that?" Sunghoon scoffed, grabbing your face and bringing you close to his, his eye contact intense as he studied your pitiful expression. "Congratulations, sweetheart. You get to cum until your brain fucking melts."
You arched against Heeseung as Sunghoon jackhammered his fingers into your cunt, right behind the spot where Heeseung was still toying with your clit. Hee doubled his efforts, pressing down harder, making sure to give attention to the spot right underneath that had your toes curling. Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm overtook you, and suddenly clear liquid was gushing all over both of their fingers.
Sunghoon's jaw dropped open, watching you squirt against both of their hands. He was completely enraptured, mouth dropping open in awe as he watched you shake like a leaf.
"Fuck, that's it, make a mess for me. Make a mess all over Hoonie's fingers," he muttered to himself.
You couldn't stop it, the pleasure coming over you like a tidal wave. You gripped onto both of them to steady yourself, droplets flying out of you as you shook. Neither man stopped, both continuing until you were drained of every last drop, eventually slumping over against Heeseung, the aftershocks of your orgasm riding it's course along your thighs until it was no more.Â
Both men pulled their hands away, your legs giving residual twitches at the sensation.
"I... I think I ruined the couch.." Your voice had that breathless, cute little whine that made it impossible for anyone to be mad.
Not they would be in the first place.
"You did perfect baby." Heeseung kissed the corner of your mouth. "It's about to get a lot messier anyways."
You were limp and complaint as they both maneuvered you onto all fours, the dark stain forming on the couch mocking from beneath you. Heeseung yanked off his clothes behind you, shedding each article one by one.
The tip of Hee's cock nudged along your entrance, sliding up and down your folds and catching at your clit every time he wanted to watch you cringe from sensitivity. Soon the small shocks would stop, and when you stopped tensing he focused more on your hole, slowly breaching it. It gave way, letting him push inside the first inch.
You held your breath as he started to get the entire tip inside, your walls stretching despite Hoon's thick fingers. Sunghoon cradled your face in his hands, observing your struggle.
"Poor thing. You look like you're about to cry any second."
He leaned in, kissing you when Heeseung got past the tip, now slipping another inch inside you. Hoon's lips were a good distraction, letting you focus on the natural instinct to follow his flow instead of the overwhelming sensation of Heeseung filling you up. Sunghoon slipped a hand down your body, gently twirling his fingers around your clit, coaxing you to let more of Hee in.
"That's it. Let him in. Let him stretch you out so I can have my turn. I'm not allowed to fuck you until after. "
You moaned against his lips. "Mmfâ who says?"
You could feel him smile, like you had been let in on a shared secret.
 "We made a deal after the party." Heeseung hissed from behind as he sank further into you. "But we had been thinking about it for a while."Â
You furrowed your brows, trying to form a coherent sentence and not focus on how good Heeseung was stretching you out right now. "W-What deal?"
Heeseung smirked at the expression you wore as he pushed in more, now over halfway inside. "That if we did this..." Both of you let out a strangled noise of pleasure when he bottomed out inside you, his balls now flush against your cunt. "I get first dibs."
Sunghoon laughed, patting your cheek condescendingly. "Bro code."
That's when it dawned on you that you had fallen into Hee's trap, just as he planned. The moment you asked the question, it was game over for you.
Heeseung pulled back some, giving a few experimental, shallow thrusts, letting you get used to the feeling of him. Eventually you stopped tensing up, loosening as you became accustomed to the sensation, your nerves coming alight as he started to go deeper.
"How's that dick feel, baby?" Sunghoon mocked you with the pet name, combing his fingers through your hair in faux comfort, keeping your face angled up so he could drink in every expression you couldn't hide. "Is it just like you've always imagined?"
"Fu-uck you." Your jab lacked it's usual venom, instead becoming breathy at the end as Heeseung hit a sweet spot.
"Ask nicely," Sunghoon bit back.
You were about to respond when Heeseung's hand jotted out in front of you, grabbing Sunghoon by the nape and pressing his mouth against yours, forcing the two of you to kiss to stop your bickering.
"Behave, both of you," Heeseung scolded, gritting it out as he started using longer strokes, letting you feel how long and deep he was every time he pulled out to the tip to thrust back in to the hilt.Â
Sunghoon seemed to melt against your mouth, not even arguing with Heeseung as he moved his lips against yours. Every moan that escaped your mouth and into his he took greedily, tilting his head to the right to kiss you thoroughly as each of Heeseung's thrusts pressed you closer together.
Heeseung really was such a good mediator.
You broke away for a breath of air, glaring at Sunghoon and his swollen, pouty lips. He glared back, though it seemed to be because you pulled away when he didn't get his fill of kissing you.
"I still hate you," you said, though the words have no bite. Not when each one comes out breathless and weak along with Heeseung's strokes. Not when you give Sunghoon that stare that lets him know that even if you did hate him, you wanted him in equal measure.
"C'mere. You don't need to talk anymore." Sunghoon grabbed your face, making you arch your back further as he started kissing you again, unashamed with the wet, sloppy sounds of your lips smacking together or the low growls that emanated from his chest.
You two stayed making out for a moment, your lips repeatedly crashing against his as Heeseung rocked you back and forth on his cock. Neither of you seemed to mind, though, both breathless and panting into each other's mouths in a mess of tongue and teeth, and you desperately grasped onto Hoon for stability. Hoon sucked on your tongue, moaning when he felt you melt in his arms.
He finally let you go, pulling off his shirt, hands moving to his pants and pulling his flushed, aching cock out with little finesse. He's about the same size as Heeseung, and your jaw already began to ache as you examined the challenging girth.
Sunghoon tapped the tip of his cock against your pouty lips. "C'mon, open that bratty mouth. There's a good girl."
You gave a gentle kiss to the head, and then another, opening your mouth more with each one as you started using your tongue, slowly making out with it the way you would either of them. You closed your eyes, suckling on it a bit, the same way he did on the tip of your tongue earlier.
Sunghoon seemed to be enamored with the sight, jaw dropping open as you slowly progressed to kitten licks, peering up with them with the faux innocent look that only got him harder.
He muttered under his breath, curling his fingers into the roots of your hair and slowly pressing you down further.
You complied as he pushed your head down, opening your mouth greater as the full head was suctioned by your lips.Â
Sunghoon hissed when you flicked your tongue on the underside of his cock where the head met the shaft, and he slowly sank you down further, the gradual slide of your throat down on him making his toes curl.
Sunghoon tossed his head back, feeling your throat suction around him as he start to fuck it properly. "Oh shit. Don't stop, just like that baby. Fuck, you're so good at this. Your mouth feels so fucking good."
He was decent enough to give a slow pace, following along with Heeseung who did the same in order for you to get used to being filled from both ends. Sunghoon did his best not to buck into your mouth or push too far into the back of your throat. It started to get harder when Heeseung started fucking you faster, though, your body naturally being pushed forward again and again, making you gag further and further down Sunghoon's cock until his eyes were rolling to the back of his throat.
"Holy shit," Heeseung moaned, slapping your ass thrice in quick succession. "My baby's being such a good whore for us, isn't she? Fuck, yes, take it. Suck that dick baby, c'mon."
Fuck, hearing Hee of all people start moaning that you're a whore was spurring Sunghoon on. Slowly his concerns and restraint of getting you used to two cocks melted away. You seemed to be a natural already, and Hoon was always the type to tease and bully what he was secretly fond of. Heeseung was well aware. How else do you break in a toy?
"Look at me. You want both of us? You want to be a greedy little slut for one night?" Sunghoon moaned, hand cradling your throat to feel how he moved inside of it. "'Course you do."
Heeseung slapped your ass again, your yelp muffled around Sunghoon's cock. Heeseung's hooded gaze stayed glued on how your ass would ripple against his hips with every snap. Every time he looked up he'd see Sunghoon's bottom lip trapped between his teeth, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the way his eyes never left your face as he tangled his digits into roots.
His grip tightened on your hair as he bobbed your head up and down, Heeseung's thrusts pushing you further down on both of them from either end.
"Fuck, you're both so fucking hot," Heeseung growled. "Such a good slut, taking our cocks like this. You're such a good girl."
 Sunghoon grinned, looking down at your pathetic form, forced to take everything they had to offer. Your face was so flushed, your eyes trying to look up at Sunghoon's without rolling back. When he looked up at his best friend he saw his his hands digging into your waist to pull you closer, how his dark stare devoured the view, how his eyes kept meeting Sunghoon's to see if he was also losing his mind. He was. "How does his dick feel? Is he hitting the spot you need?"
You moaned in response, unable to give a clearer answer due to how thoroughly he was using your mouth.
Sunghoon pulled you off for a moment, letting you moan out loud now in tune with Heeseung's thrusts. He tightened the fist in your roots, angling your head to look up at his cocky grin from above.
"You want me to hit it too?"
You bit your lower lip and grinned in confirmation, finally smiling along with him for once. It melted away though into a face of pleasure as Heeseung's hand came around to your front, toying with your clit as his staccato thrusts picked up rhythm.
"Fuck, I'm fucking close," he moaned. "Need to feel you cum around me. Need to feel everything. Needâ"
Heeseung's words were cut off by Sunghoon's free hand grabbing his nape and pulling him in, slamming their lips above you. Sunghoon slipped his tongue inside, eyes closed as he angled his head to deepen the kiss, swallowing Heeseung's moans.
Heeseung grunted in Sunghoon's mouth, panting as his thrusts got sloppier and his digits rubbed harder against your clit. Sunghoon's hold on your roots was firm, keeping your neck craned, forcing you to watch how their tongues tangled together and listen to their lips smack, Heeseung's groans turning into whines as he got closer to the edge, all being devoured by Sunghoon.Â
It was too much, and before you knew it your cunt was spasming around Heeseung's cock, cries muffled around Sunghoon's.Â
Heeseung couldn't last much longer, hips stuttering as he felt you cum around him, his whimper against Sunghoon's tongue delicious as he buried himself as deep as he could, cumming inside you.
The two men finally broke apart, a spit of string still connecting them before snapping, leaving both breathless with parted, swollen lips.
Heeseung tried to recollect himself, garner his breath, try to regain some semblance of self. Slowly he pulled out of you, both of you winching at the sensation. You collapsed down onto the couch, a boneless heap. Slowly, white appeared at your entrance, Heeseung's cum beginning to slowly trickle out of you.
"Fuck... look at that." Sunghoon reached over and spread your folds, more cum dribbling out. He put a finger in, coating it in Heeseung and you, pumping it in and out, watching you shiver with sensitivity. "Can you take more?"
"Mmfuck," you whined in response, hips wiggling. Whether you were chasing Sunghoon's digit or running from it, you couldn't tell.
"C'mon, baby. Let Hoonie fuck you good. It's about time you both start getting along," Heeseung cooed, running a comforting hand up and down your thigh to ground you.
Sunghoon added another digit again, watching your face contort in pleasure as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Don't you want to make it up to me? All those times you were an annoying brat?"
Heeseung smiled, hand going up to comb your hair out of your face, his deceiptively sweet face reassuring you. "It's time for you two to fuck it out."
You nodded, and soon Sunghoon was repositioning you onto your back, spreading your legs wider, pushing one of your legs up and over his arm, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, with both of you sucking in a deep breath. You grabbed onto the arm holding up your leg, biting your lip as he buried in hilt deep. Despite how open Heeseung fucked you, you still felt tight as ever around Sunghoon, and you could feel him right up in your guts the way Heeseung promised.
Sunghoon bit his lip hard, trying (and failing) to contain his grunt as he sank into your heat.Â
"Holy shit. You feel better than I dreamed."
He gave a small, experimental thrust of his hips, examining how your breath hitched and your thighs clenched. Here you were, fucking the man who annoyed you most, who you were always fighting for Hee's attention. You supposed this was a good way for both of you to get it at the same time, Heeseung utterly entranced as he watched Sunghoon's first few strokes inside of you.
More of Heeseung's cum spilled out of you as Sunghoon pushed further in, the first slide going much smoother due to how much Heeseung filled you up.
Sunghoon's pumps were shallow at first, noticing your small winces from overstimulation and possible soreness. Judging by the slight rasp in your voice that's already started to appear, you were going to need a bit of a recovery period after tonight.
Heeseung was growing impatient, however, believing Sunghoon should've came in you closer to yesterday. He was eager to see you filled to the brim with both him and Sunghoon, to see Sunghoon's cock limp and drained because of you. And here the two of you were, wasting time like always when you could be fucking each other's brains out.
"What, don't tell me you're scared of her now Hoon? After all that talk?" Heeseung laughed, clapping Sunghoon on the back of his nape, pulling him close. "Thought you wanted to fuck her?"
That got Sunghoon going a bit, his next thrust sharper than the sloppy, slow rolls he was giving before. Your breath hitched, the sensitive spot inside you slowly drawing in heat.Â
"Justâ" Sunghoon bit his lip, trying to control himself despite the devil at his shoulder. "Don't want it to hurt."
The laugh Heeseung barked out made him feel silly.
The grin Hee gave you bordered on menacing, like he was reaching his wits end. "Did you forget already?" The sharp smack he delivered to your swollen folds had you curl into on yourself, clamping down on Sunghoon and causing him to rut harder into you, trying to sink deeper in. "She likes it."
Hee's words woke Sunghoon up from his worrisome daze, and he drinks in your expression from Heeseung's action. The way your eyes watered and your lower lip trembled, but also the way you opened your legs further, as though asking for more.
The word pops up in Sunghoon's head again.
"Painslut," he growled.
Heeseung grinned wickedly as Sunghoon began to properly pull his hips back, no longer restraining himself and delivering sharp, heavy thrusts that had his balls clapping against your cheeks. The plap plap plap accompanied by the wet gush of your pussy repeatedly swallowing his cock, as well as the pornographic noises you were both omitting, was music to Hee's hears.
Both of you were staring at each other with such intensity, eyes never leaving one another's as Sunghoon drilled into you, mouth dropping open with yours as you both experienced mind-numbing pleasure with each other for the first time when you were supposed to hate each other.
Heeseung could practically taste the mixed emotions from both of you in the air, and he lived off of it.
"Fuck her open." Heeseung bit his lip, watching Sunghoon pull back and roughly slam into you again. "Harder. Make sure she feels it."
Sunghoon furrowed his brows, delivering a harder thrust, savoring the moan that escaped you as he reached in deeper, tip hitting right against the spot that had you feeling weak.
Heeseung sucked in a breath. "That's it. Now you're doing it. Just look how wet she is for you."
You felt Sunghoon twitch inside you at that. Heeseung's commentary was doing wonders for both you and Sunghoon, both of you getting seemingly more flushed. Hoon's thrusts quickened, his enthusiasm showing as he repeatedly hit that spot that had you gasping again and again and again.
"Fuck." Sunghoon grunted, his grip on your waist tightening as he pumped inside. "Feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
He emphasized his question with a brutal thrust that had you scrambling for purchase, grabbing onto Heeseung as your body began to move with Sunghoon's. "Yes, H-Hoon!"
"Fuck yeah you do. You love this, don't you? Love letting me use you like a little slut." Sunghoon groaned, watching the bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. "Still hate me?"
"Yes," you spat out bitterly, your pride still clinging on in some semblance as Hoon started pounding into you.
Both Heeseung and Sunghoon laughed, and it only made your cheeks burn hotter.
"No you don't." Sunghoon landed a smack against your pussy, feeling you clench around him in response. "Holy shit, you got so tight. C'mon, squeeze me baby. Show me how much this pussy loves me."
The cry you let out was pathetic, unwittingly obeying his command as your walls contracted around him.
"There we go. That's a good girl. So you can listen."
Heeseung hummed, enjoying the sight before him, watching both of you slowly unravel in each other. He saw it coming a mile away. He was just glad he got to see it finally happen first hand.
"I'm just so glad to see my best friends finally getting along." He pressed a kiss against your cheek, the action surprisingly tender given the filth of the situation. He pulled back, moving behind Sunghoon so he could watch the view from his friend's perspective.
Both men watched how coated Sunghoon's cock was in Hee's cum, the white glistening along his shaft every time he pulled back. Heeseung's cum helped make the glide easier, extra lubricant added on top of your already dripping wet pussy. You could feel the wetness coating your inner thighs, and wouldn't be surprised if the surface area only grew as Sunghoon continued using you like this.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Sunghoon moaned, tossing his head back and drilling into you with more fervor, veins popping along his forearms as he slammed his hips against yours. "You're so hot. 'Course a pretty girl like you likes being fucked like a slut."
"So pretty," Heeseung agreed, biting his lip, eyes glued to where both of you were joined. "You're both so fucking hot."
He tilted Sunghoon's chin, turning him to face him as he planted his lips against the younger. Sunghoon was responsive to say the least, pressing against Heeseung harder, his hips stuttering for a moment as his brain tried to keep up. Heeseung's other hand slid down Sunghoon's abs, raking his nails along them to make Sunghoon shiver and open his mouth wider.
Sunghoon panted, his thrusts getting sloppier as he moaned into Heeseung's mouth. You could see glimpses of their tongues dancing together with every part of their lips, the whimpers that Heeseung swallowed only driving you closer to the edge. Hearing Hoon's soft pants and moans, muffled against Hee's lips as he held his face tight in his hand, not letting him free for even a second even as he grew breathless and his whines turned needy, was enough masturbation material for a lifetime.
"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm close," Sunghoon moaned against Heeseung's mouth, the words barely decipherable with how Heeseung was devouring him. He whimpered, the sounds getting cut off or replaced with the sound of smacking lips, Heeseungâs grip firm and unrelenting.
Heeseung finally let Sunghoon go, letting the younger man moan and suck in deep, greedy breaths of air. Heeseung's lips were shiny and swollen, and he stared down at where Sunghoon was absolutely destroying you, his thrusts starting to get sloppier with every pump. "Cum inside."
Sunghoon's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. "Fuck fuck fuck fuckâ"
Heeseung looked down at you, where your eyes nearly crossed with Sunghoon abusing your g-spot, the prospect of being filled up by your biggest annoyance making your back arch against the cushions.
"You want it, right?" Heeseung reached up and pressed his hand down on your lower abdomen, feeling his best friend through the barrier. "I can feel how deep Hoon is inside you. You want it right here, right? Right where I'm pressing."
He pushed harder, making both you and Sunghoon cry out. "Yes! Please, please Hoon. Cum in me. I'm so close."
Sunghoon's hand moved down to your clit, pressing demanding circles against it to drive you to insanity. "Cum for me then. Make your pussy beg for it."
Before you knew it you were doing exactly that.
"Fuck, that's it," Heeseung hissed. He leaned more of his weight on the hand pressing down on you, his grin mischievous and wicked. "Good girl."
The combined stimulation from both of them had you spasming around Hoon, your walls involuntarily quaking and squeezing his girth as promised. Sunghoon let out a guttural groan, your orgasm triggering his own as he hunched over you, his hips stuttering as he began to coat your insides.
You felt the warmth as he starts to fill you up, some gushing out of you already and between your cheeks. Heeseung stopped pressing down on your stomach and grabbed Sunghoon's ass, having him gasp and rut deeper, cockhead firmly pressed against the deepest spot inside of you.
"Keep fucking her," Hee commanded, his tone leaving no room for question.
Sunghoon did as he was told, continuing to pump into you as you started to cringe from the overstimulation. Sunghoon was too, his groans morphing into weak little whines as he let out every drop into you, fucking you still. You could see the mix of pain and pleasure in his face, his thrusts slowing down as his cock began to soften.
Heeseung squeezed. "Don't stop," he ordered. "Keep fucking her. Don't you dare stop."
Hoon, the loyal, pathetic friend he was, obeyed. His weak, stuttering thrusts continued, overstimulating you both as his pelvis rocked against your clit. His pumps were shallower now, lacking the power from before, as though every thrust now took something out of him. Both of you were left breathless, staring into each other's eyes, tears brimming them as you both broke further under Heeseung's command. The man watched with a shit eating grin, clearly pleased watching your glassy gazes.
Sunghoon's head dipped down, and it took every ounce of strength not to collapse on top of you, humping you slightly with what he had left to give, his hips stuttering and sloppy. You felt a tear fall on your collarbone as he whined, not stopping his movements until Heeseung gently pushed him back.Â
Both you and Sunghoon cringed as he finally pulled out, the white appearing immediately and trickling down on the sheets. Sunghoon slumped over you, breathing heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck as both of you finally got to come down from your highs.
It turned out, however, that Heeseung was the hardest to satisfy.
He sneered, pulling Sunghoon off of you and scoffing at how he broke before you.Â
"What are you doing? Clean her up since she's been so nice to you."
Heeseung gripped Sunghoon by the roots, lifting his head and planting him face first into your used pussy.
Sunghoon obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut as he opened his jaw wider, letting you melt in his mouth. He lapped up Hee's and his own cum readily, humming with satisfaction, his ministrations becoming greedy. You cringed from the sensitivity, but Heeseung didnât let you run from it, using a hand to pin you down as he leaned over you and kissed the pain away. You tried to focus on how his lips moved against yours, but still found yourself bucking against Hoon's mouth and whining into Heeseungâs.
Heeseung smiled, tightening his grip against Sunghoon's scalp as he pushed him harder against you, chuckling at the tears in your eyes.
"See baby? I'm having him make up for being so mean to you," Heeseung cooed. "What do we say?"
"T-thank you," you weakly stammered out, feeling the coil tighten for the last time.
"There we go. I'll even help."
He shoved your legs further apart to make room for himself, pushing Sunghoon's head lower so he could slide his tongue inside. You gasped when Heeseung's mouth joined, the dual sensation of two tongues against you bringing you closer to an orgasm no matter how much your body screamed.
Sunghoon rose his head up higher, tongue meshing against Heeseungs as both slid over your clit, trapping it beneath the pressure of the two muscles. Neither man seemed to shy away from each other, and you could hear the wet smack of their lips against each other as they made out, your cunt acting as a third.
Your thighs trembled, the feeling of both of them at the same time, and the visual stimulus of their eyes peaking up at you from between your legs, made the final orgasm of the night especially satisfying. You gave what was left of yourself, seeing white and feeling as though you were floating for a moment. Slowly, you came back down, feeling their hands rub soothingly along your legs and waist.
Both were panting just as hard as you, their pink, swollen lips an enviable shade, glossed with orgasm who-even-knows. Heeseung had a smug, calm smile on his face, whereas Hoon had heavy lids, exhaustion starting to set in his bones with how spent he now was.
Heeseung patted your head gently, a stark juxtaposition to his rough demeanor prior. "Back to Earth?" He quipped.
You nodded, post-millionth-nut clarity settling in as you realized your best friend and his just gave you the best sex of your life.
"I guess now I have a better answer for all of those people asking if we've fucked," you joked.
That earned a laugh from Heeseung, and even a grin from Sunghoon, who was usually impervious to your quips.
"You're so cute." Whether or not Sunghoon meant to say that out loud was unclear, and you weren't given enough time to think about it because soon he was having you taste yourself on his lips. And him. And Heeseung.
Heeseung was absolutely thrilled watching his two best friends make out, fucking pervert that he is. Everything went just according to plan, even better than predicted, and now he could finally reap the rewards of all his hard work.
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The bar has been refurbished since the last time you came here.
The overall layout is still generally the same; during your search for your friends, youâve looked in the ladiesâ room - still to the left of the bar, cramped, only two stalls, line way too long, though it isnât the hospital powder pink it once was - and in the smoking area, thus far. The latter looks pretty much the same, although you admit they canât really change that much; beneath your denim jacket, youâre still only wearing a minidress and boots and itâs fucking cold.Â
Escaping back inside seems the best idea. Realistically, if theyâre not there or in the restroom or here, in the main room with the bar, you may as well just get over it. Thereâs no signal in this place for you to text them either - there never has been - and you donât want to leave this early. You can still have a good night. You undoubtedly know some of the people here anyway - hell, maybe youâll find a man.Â
Itâs the overall vibe thatâs changed more than anything else; you think they must be going for some sort of seventies concept now, while before it was largely unthemed. It seems to bring more customers like this - the place is packed full on a tacky illuminated dancefloor, no one dressed the part, though beneath the flashing lights and disco ball you can't really tell. Itâs flashy, somewhat exciting; itâs why you decided to wear your vintage denim jacket, even if no one else was going to play along.
The drink youâve been nursing is still over half full, so you bypass the bar and go straight to the dancefloor. The music doesnât match the vibe either, but youâre not bothered, swaying in your spot to the random dance song they have playing and taking a generous gulp of the liquid to ease yourself in.
Okay, it definitely feels like a better time now. Perhaps the rebrand has had some effect. You move your hips, jacket falling down your bare shoulders before catching on the strap of your bag.Â
Lost in your own world, you almost miss it as you turn around to look amongst the crowd; but no, clear as day, tall and attractive enough to make your heart stop - two men, one in baggy clothes and an obnoxious fur coat and one in tighter, flared jeans, long sleeve tight across a toned, broad chest, sipping on their drinks, staring at you like a pint of water in the middle of a desert.Â
You see them after they see you. Youâre not sure how long theyâve been looking at you, these two men, but god theyâre fixated and it makes you stop too. They canât look away, both of their gazes trailing down your body as you move and sway with your drink in your hand, and your breath catches in your throat - not that youâre complaining, though. Theyâre handsome, though you assume they came together and will be leaving together too, judging by the way theyâre glued to each otherâs sides.Â
The taller one seems to have more of a grip on the situation than the other man, but theyâre both intimidating, domineering. He whispers something in the other manâs ear, long fingers brushing at his neck. Their eyes still don't leave you though, and the shorterâs plump lips break into a grin, leering, too satisfied for someone who hasnât even spoken to you - let alone touched you. He mustâve said something he likes.Â
You canât help yourself. You smile back, and he flicks a few dark blue strands out of his forehead, taking a sip of the liquid heâs got in his glass before he slams it down on the table decisively. He says something else to the other man, something you canât even try to lip read because he turns his back to you. He gives him a cheeky smile, almost like heâs doing something wrong, and begins to push through the crowd on the dancefloor. You stand dead still.
You wonder about the situation between them. Clearly, theyâre more than friends, and it seems like the taller is the one in control, but - whatâs this? The shorter man is approaching you, his too-large brown fur coat seeming ridiculous in the heat of the bar, but you see as he gets closer that heâs got nothing but a waistcoat and baggy trousers underneath. He shoots a few amused looks back at the other man, who looks less than pleased at his misbehaving, but it doesnât sway him - once heâs at you, he pulls you into him so your back is pressed against his front and whispers in your ear just loud enough for you to hear him.
âWanna dance?â
Do you? Fuck yeah, you do - and with his partner too, if heâs up for grabs. For now though, you suppose one will have to do, because as you smile flirtatiously in response and the DJ changes the music to something else - something sultry, heavy, with a solid beat - the man starts to grind his hips so sensually you forget everything else. Heâs good at this, angling you with a firm palm on the plush of your tummy, fingers wrapping in the fabric of your minidress so that your hips grind back against him.Â
The fur of his coat is expensive, you can tell just by feeling it when your hands go back to grip on his arms, and his teeth bite into his bottom lip when you grab at him.He lets you balance yourself with your hold, his own hand moving up to your chest, both of you moving in a sinuous movement that has you realising how good heâd be in bed if he dances like this.Â
Just before you forget, ring-clad knuckles come to the bottom of your chin and angle your head towards where you were previously looking. Heâs still there, the other man, and this time he looks positively engrossed, arms folding over his chest - his eyes donât leave the two of you, a smirk playing at his lips like he canât quite believe it. Itâs as if youâre performing for him, the two of you, nowhere near in control of the situation; you wonder what it is, this situation, and if itâll end in you getting fucked by both of them.
The man next to you chuckles before fully humping into the curve of your ass, unashamed; the line of his cock presses against you, half hard, fat and steadily growing like youâre doing a lot more than just grinding on each other in a packed bar. You gasp, muffled by the music but he seems to have heard it despite the noise - he nudges his nose into your neck, impatient.
âWe came together, me and him,â he says, tone casual though he has to shout a little to be heard. The words say everything despite being so few, but you donât falter, hoping that youâre moving against him in a way thatâs still inconspicuous enough to be passed off as a dance. âThat okay?â
You shrug as casually as you can, skin starting to feel a little heated. This is the jackpot, you think. âI donât mind taking two.â
âI bet you fuckinâ donât.â He huffs out a laugh. âDonât mind putting on a show either, do you? Iâm Mingi, by the way.â
âMm, hi Mingi,â you giggle, and Mingi shakes his head, disbelieving, a smile pulling at his lips. You canât believe it either, quite frankly, how well the nightâs turned out, and your head lolls back against his broad shoulder as you move, fur coat soft under your head, a grounding presence. The other man is still looking, and you find yourself drawn to his eyes, holding eye contact with him as you manage your next question, âwhatâs your boyfriendâs name?â
A hum, and then plump lips press a gentle kiss to your jaw. A shiver wracks through you, straight down your spine, and he does it again a few times just to watch the effect it has on you. âYunho,â he breathes, âhis name is Yunho. Shake this ass on me, let him see it.â
âHe likes to watch, huh?â You say, as if you have any problem with it whatsoever. The song changes, a dance track with an even dirtier beat now and you do as he says - youâre shaking your hips to the rhythm before you can feel embarrassed about it, everyone around you too occupied with their own dancing or flirting.Â
âThatâs a good fuckinâ girl,â he hums, hand moving from your front to your hips, fingers ghosting over the curve of your asscheeks where your hips get plusher and move into your thighs. Hands dig into flesh, and he groans, rutting against you once, twice, enough to have you squirming, starting to worry someone might notice. âFuck, look at that. Shit, should we just take you back now? I wanna tear this ass apart.â
You canât help it - you laugh again, hand coming to Mingiâs jaw to pull him forwards, his cheek pressed against yours. Yunho rolls his neck, tongue poking over his bottom lip before heâs placing his drink down and you think heâs made the decision for all three of you.Â
 âAnd him?â You murmur.
Mingiâs nose brushes against your cheek. âHeâll tear you apart too. Might even be nastier than me.â
âI find that hard to believe.â His hips hit you just right, slow, to the beat, and you breathe heavily when he spins you around to face him like heâs going to kiss you. Heâs pretty up close, sharp nose and dark blue hair and plump lips that form a predatory smile. âFuck, Mingi, take me home.â
âEager girl.â His head drops down, kissing you chastely square on the lips once, then twice. His lips are buttery soft and you chase them when he pulls away. He doesnât care that youâre in public, so neither do you - you press yourself against him harder, arms wrapping around his shoulders. âWe need to talk to Yunho.â
âNo need.â Another voice, and another set of big, big hands that wrap around your waist and pull you back into him. Youâre trapped between them now, because despite being unfamiliar with them you know whoâs just gripped you and gotten involved. âSheâs right, we should take her home. Youâre an aching little thing, hm?â
Fingers dip up under the hem of your minidress where it hangs around your thighs, nails scratching against your skin, teasing. Youâre not sure who it is this time, but the touch is so close to your panties that you whimper, the sound so broken that Yunhoâs head dips into the other crook of your neck with a deep sigh, mirroring where Mingi continues to bite at you the other side. âP-please, I canât take this anymore, I want you both, can we-â
âFine,â Yunho breathes, exasperated, and a firm, guiding grip comes to rest on the back of your neck. âLetâs get you home, tiny.â
âOn your knees.â A firm hand pushes on your shoulder, forcing you down before you can decide to obey; you drop to your knees in your pretty dress, your legs bare, their carpet scratching against your skin. Like this, theyâre looming over you in a different way than before, and all you can see is long, long legs in baggy jeans and firm torsos heaving - theyâre waiting, perceiving you, seeing if youâll do anything else. Yunhoâs the first to speak again, grin wide when he turns to his partner, âthatâs it. Sheâs pretty like this, isnât she? Quiet, so needy sheâll do anything, waiting for us to just say.â
âSheâs beautiful,â Mingi says, fingers pulling your hair backwards to force you to look up at them properly. âSlutty, too.â
You whimper, squirming in his grip, though not enough to be told off for it. You wonder if theyâre hard already, fat lengths trapped in the confines of their pants, but you donât have long to think about it - Yunhoâs long fingers start working at his belt, and before long the leather is pulled out from the prongs and his button is being pushed open.Â
It exposes his black boxers, and you realise youâre not even looking at him anymore. Fixated on his crotch, you wait, mouth open and spit pooling at your bottom lip like a drooling dog. They both sound amused, but they donât make you wait, Yunho pushing down his boxers and revealing his tan shaft.Â
Thick, long and veiny, it springs against his stomach. It curves upwards, tip a darker shade and swollen, but not leaking just yet. The moan leaves your throat before you can help it. If Yunhoâs is like this, you canât imagine the other man - but fingers tighten in your hair and redirect you back before you can even turn to try and get a lot.Â
âMm, no,â Yunho murmurs, and you look back up at him. He looks pleased by how enthralled you are, a smile pulling at his lips, and his hand comes down to slap his shaft against your cheek once, twice. You shiver. âYou can show her yours too, Mingi, really get the slut going. She wants two at once, after all, donât you?â
âI do, I want both.â You nod dumbly, pathetically; Mingiâs resulting groan is delighted, low in his throat. His tongue licks at his teeth as he works at his own belt, and his baggy jeans drop with a rustling noise at his ankles, unashamed. Yunho has tucked his boxers underneath his balls but Mingiâs less reserved, shunning his boxers as quick as he can as Yunho starts slowly stroking half of his shaft inches away from your face.
Fuck.
Mingiâs big too, a little shorter but thicker again and his tip is leaking like a fucking faucet. If heâd left his boxers on a little longer youâd have seen the drops beading upon the fabric but heâs too impatient for that, already stroking his cock quicker than Yunho, moving hip to hip with the other man.Â
âYou want both?â He smacks his cock against your other cheek, laughing delightedly when you moan, nodding eagerly. âOpen your mouth then, thereâs a good whore.â
You blink, in a daze. âI- I canât fit both-â
âObviously,â Yunho scoffs. âUse your hand for the other. Are you stupid?â
Oh. Something must show on your face, a wordless reaction to his words because Yunhoâs grin turns predatory then, and when he grips your hair now itâs harsher, firmer than his boyfriend had done. You scramble to say something to quell this harshness, stammering, âN-not stupid, Iâve just neverâŠâ
Yunho bursts out laughing. Your gut clenches and your pussy burns in your panties, so slick and needy that you try to rut down the floor, to no avail. âNever had two cocks at once? We all know thatâs a fucking lie, baby. I think you need to stop talking.â
Heâs forcing you down on his cock before you can retort.
You still try to splutter something out despite your lips being wrapped taut, barely fitting just half his length into your mouth though he tries to fuck past the resistance of your throat anyway. Your words die in your throat, replaced by a strangled whine; Mingi grabs your hand himself, impatient and wraps your fingers around his cock - putting you to use.
Heâs wet from his precum already, soaked and sticky and veiny and it makes a slick noise when you start to move your fingers. Itâs hard to concentrate on both but thankfully you donât have to do much thinking; Yunho fucks himself into your mouth for you, skin salty with his own precum. Unable to do anything more than just be a ragdoll for them, you allow yourself to slump a little, mouth wrapped tight around one and hand around the other, hips just barely squirming where youâre sat. A noise leaves your throat when Yunho fucks into the resistance a few times, a deep groan leaving his own mouth.
âTight fucking throat, hm? How tight is that cunt gonna be?â
Mingi groans, and his fingertips press at your cheeks, feeling the thickness of Yunhoâs cock through your skin. He manages to move you over to him, and his shaft burns when it stretches your lips apart, thicker, wetter - you start to drool with tears biting at your eyes and he chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you.
âYou like it mean, huh?â He doesnât expect a response, voice gravelly as he starts to fuck your mouth. Heâs sloppier than Yunho, a little more careless, and the strangled noise you make is embarrassing when he forces his cock all the way down. It hurts your throat but he presses your nose into the tuft of his pubes like he doesnât really care, grinding his hips against your jaw, fingers pressing at your throat where he now bulges it instead.
When you manage to look up through a glassy gaze, you see them both together. Mingi captures Yunhoâs lips with his own, one hand leaving you to cup the other manâs jaw, their tongues intertwining messily between spit-slick lips. They both groan, deep and from their chests like theyâve been waiting for this all night - your whine is louder though, nails scratching at their thighs because youâve wanted to see it since you saw them together on the dancefloor. It forces saliva to bubble down your occupied lips, dripping over your chin and down to your throat, over Mingiâs rings.
If theyâre amused by your reaction, they donât separate for long enough to show it. Yunho tugs you to him again without even glancing your way, long fingers in your hair, and this time youâre able to get a momentum. Your mouth sinks down on him before he has time to force you there, your other hand coming to grasp Mingiâs slippery length, the saliva giving more than enough lubricant when you start to pump.Â
Like this - not being yanked around - youâre able to focus, and you canât help the noises that spill from your chest; your pussy is wet, drooling and dumb already, and they continue to make out above your head like itâs nothing that should affect you. Your gut burns, wrenching with need and want and something embarrassing because all youâve done is suck their cocks and youâre this desperate, but it doesnât stop you trying to get their attention.
Tongue digging into the underside of Yunhoâs tip, you pool spit into your mouth and it bubbles over your lips messily, letting you sink back down on him with a wetter, tighter suction. Heâs still too big to take too much comfortably but you force your mouth down, jaw be damned, hand occupied with another cock that you think youâre doing a decent rhythm with, and on the upwards stroke you press your tongue into his piss slit and suck hard.
It works. You hear the sharp inhale of breath, and he pulls away sharply from Mingi, lips parting in a louder noise just as the blue haired man moves to messily press open-mouthed kisses against his neck. He doesnât stop him, one hand going to his head to hold him there.
âDirty girl, knew you had it in you,â he murmurs, before his jaw goes slack in a groan, head rolling back where Mingi kisses him. Your hand has paused on the other man but if heâs annoyed, he doesnât show it, shaft bobbing uselessly as he bites at the curvature of Yunhoâs neck with his eyes on you, where youâre kneeling below them. âBet sheâs all gooey down there from sucking cock, too. Little hole clenching around nothing, slicking up her thighs, clit all swollen and hard.â
Mingi grunts, a primal noise. âCanât wait to look. Taste it, too. I know itâs fuckinâ pretty, all soaked and tight and- ah, fuck this, I gotta-â
Two hands underneath your armpits, and youâre thrown chest first onto the comfortable bed by a very strong grip. You have enough space left in your brain for the moment to present yourself, pushing up onto your knees and letting your front lay flat to curve your spine - Mingi groans in appreciation, wasting no time before heâs pulling your dress up to your waist and your panties down to your knees.Â
The cold air hits your cunt and you moan, trying to turn your head to the side to have a look at what heâs about to do to you before someone - youâre unsure who - pins it right back down, flat, suffocating.Â
âLet me have a look,â Mingi coos, and two thumbs come to pull your sticky folds apart. Youâre soaked, you can feel it - itâs smeared up to your asshole from how youâve pooled in your panties, and though you hope he hasnât noticed it, hasnât gotten any ideas, a deeper part of you hopes he ignores your pussy and eats that hole instead. âSheâs so fuckinâ messy. Fat little cunt too. When did you start leaking like a virgin, baby? When you were on your knees in front of our cocks, us stood above you like we fuckinâ own you?â
You canât reply - again, you donât think he wants you to. Is he even talking to you, or is he talking to her?
It was Yunho that pushed you down, you realise, because itâs the same second pair of hands that slide the straps of your dress down over your shoulders. Nudging the fabric down so that it all bunches at your waist, he scratches his fingernails over your spine on the way down, leaving you bare but feeling quite like something animalistic.Â
âMm, actuallyâŠâ A nose nudges at your core and then a tongue, fat and steady, is sliding through your folds and humming when he tastes your arousal, smacking his lips messily like heâs eating a good meal. âYouâve been wet even longer, havenât you? Since we danced in the bar. Oh, thatâs something. How pent up are you, sweetheart?â
You whine. Thereâs no way he could know that, not really, and you know heâs just teasing you but heâs right - you were.
He continues, wet tongue moving to lick circles over your clit as he slurs. âCanât blame you, âm desperate for this too.â
âStop talking and eat.â Yunho sounds amused. âPoor thing looks like sheâs gonna die if she doesnât get something.â
At least it makes Mingi move, his lips smacking wet over your pussy before his tongue slides through the plush of your folds. The bridge of his nose is sharp when it bumps into your perineum, his tongue tracing your hole before it pushes inside and he savours your arousal from the inside with a deep, gravelly moan, something that ricochets through you and makes you finally beg.
âYuyu,â You sound broken, too needy to think, and you feel it too - your head spins and you know you havenât done well verbalising it but Yunho somehow knows what you need, sliding two long fingers past your lips for you to suck on. It doesnât help, Mingiâs plush lips kissing down to your clit and making a home there, tongue darting underneath the hood to rub over you so intimately that you would never be able to stop the way you buck. Your hips fuck back onto his face but his strong forearm hooks around your tummy to keep you steady, your eyebrows furrowing in a subdued keen.
Yunho smiles, fucking his fingers into your mouth, watching the way you suck earnestly like itâs a cock - can you even tell the difference right now? Itâs like you can see the wonder on his face before he speaks, cock half hard against his thigh, âDo you need something inside, honey?â
Your resulting noise is loud, deep from your chest - youâd forgotten that was an option with the way his boyfriendâs lips are working over you, but before you can beg properly the man grunts, lips leaving you for a moment.
âIâm gettinâ her ready for you, babe. She can wait.â
âMm.â Yunho raises an eyebrow, confused, although his fingers leave your lips and brush over the base of his tummy almost instantly. âYou donât wanna go first? You were desperate a second ago-â
âAre you kidding me?â Mingi grins, all teeth that nip into your thigh as an afterthought, making you squeak. He ignores you, continuing like you canât hear him, âa pussy like this is even better when itâs been nutted in already. I love me some sloppy seconds.â
Before you can raise any kind of objection to being talked about like that, right over you while heâs between your legs, Mingiâs tongue dives back between your folds. He licks up your arousal and drools onto your heat, pushing further up, where his hands spread your cheeks and expose the smaller hole, the one that makes your face flush and gut wrench in embarrassment.Â
âBet youâd let us fuck this too,â he grumbles, and you nod, squirming in your place, as much as you can with the way his boyfriendâs pushing you down. âHow fucking filthy. You just met us and youâd already let us fuck your asshole open. God, youâre amazing, might be fuckinâ made for us.â
Something bubbles in your gut, something so needy that you canât help the garbled wail you let out. Itâs incoherent at first, but Yunho lets your head move just enough to verbalise what you need to, âWant you both, anything, please, please, give me cock-â
âGive me cock,â Yunho giggles, shaking his head in disbelief. âWhat a bimbo. Fine, Iâll give you cock, honey. Mingi, lemme move her.â
Mingi obeys instantly, pulling away from your slick cunt and thighs, letting you be manhandled again by the taller man onto your side. You know this one, deep in your lust-muddled brain, and you let one leg slide forward to display your core as he slides behind you, chest to your back. Heâs fully naked now - youâre not sure when this happened - and the palm he smooths your hair down with grounds you a little, other hand moving secure on your tummy.
âYâwant it?â He murmurs, and you see Mingi moving next to you, naked, muscled, distracting - your mouth waters. His eyes move down your body, over your flushed cheeks, teary eyes and down to your nipples, the curve of your tummy and the swell of your thighs; his hand moves to his cock, and you see his gaze move down Yunho, too, before he finally grips the base and starts to move up the vast length. Yunhoâs fingers tighten in your hair a little, bringing your attention back to him. âDonât get distracted, tiny. Talk to me. Do you want it?â
He moves his cock to the mess between your legs, pushing through arousal to get to your folds and at the resistance of your hole. The weight of it makes you gasp wetly, but he doesnât let you squirm away when you try, only pulling you back into it.Â
âS-So big, Yunho, I want it, please.â
âThere you go, good little slut,â He coos, satisfied, and pushes just the first inch in. Your hole clenches tight from the stretch, almost pushing him back out and he groans, using his grip on your thigh to pull you back onto it. âLet me in, baby.â
âC-Canât help it, ah-â
Something shifts in him then, and the next thrust of his cock is stronger, meaner, something that makes your walls give way to more of him, accompanied by a sharp bite to your neck. It hurts a little but it feels so good; your eyes roll back in your head with a keen, and Mingi huffs out a breath.
âOh, little bitch is so fuckinâ tight,â he moans, one palm coming to push your leg upwards, against your side, trying to open you up further. It doesnât help - heâs just far too big, your pussy tightening in protest despite how bad you fucking want it. âDo I have to split your hole open to get inside? Funny, âcause itâs fucking drooling around me like it canât get enough.â
One of his hands comes to rest on your breast, idle but firm, and his thumb swipes over your nipple just to make you gasp. You try to fuck yourself downwards but he really is too big, cockhead already hitting your cervix and it knocks the wind out of you. Mingiâs hand tightens on an upwards stroke of his shaft and he smiles, amused, eyes flicking between you and his boyfriend.
âLet him in, sweetheart. Heâll make it hurt.â
You try your best; squirming and whining in Yunhoâs hold you manage to slack your gummy walls enough for him to push more of his cock inside but it makes you squeal, too much all of a sudden, and his fingers move from your chest to your clit. His nails dig into it and you gasp, writhing away before his grip pulls your back to his chest again.Â
âWhat the fuck is this for if I canât fuck it? Useless little cunt otherwise, hm? Maybe I should just pull out, leave you-â
âNo, nonono, please, Yunho,â You babble, moving around enough that it forces more of his length in. This time he seems to push past something that allows him to sink in balls deep, and itâs so far inside, pressing at your cervix and you think you might cum already.
Yunho huffs, placated now that youâve let him in, yanking you backwards by your ass, letting the plumpness of it rock him into a bounce. It works, and he starts to fuck you steady, slow at first, letting you get used to it - his knuckles graze at your nipple before he pinches meanly, a breathless, chuckle of pleasure leaving him at your jolt.
âFu-uck, âs so- need more, more, please-â
âMore?â He asks, like he didnât know, and you nod dumbly. Youâre shocked by Mingi responding, not Yunho; walking on his knees towards you, his fingers come to your clit and roll it between his fingertips. Itâs too much all of a sudden, and Yunho starts to speed up, his long, ridged shaft cutting into your gummy walls. Mingiâs ministrations make your pussy easier, more slack, and Yunhoâs able to fuck quicker, cock not prohibited by how tight youâre squeezing around him. âThatâs it. There you go, Min, cocksleeveâs gushing like a little whore now.â
âMm, can feel it,â The man in question murmurs, eyes fixated on you like youâre the best thing heâs ever seen. Your eyebrows knit in pleasure, lips parting in a squeal when his thumb rubs over your bud firmly, and this time you feel it, the slick, sticky gush of your pussy with every thrust. It leaks over Mingiâs fingers and further down, to your thighs, Yunhoâs balls and his own lithe legs.Â
You feel dumb with it all, and youâre not even halfway through taking one.Â
âFeels nice like that, doesnât it?â Yunho sounds unaffected, and you whimper, nodding, âI can tell. Dirty cunt gushing like that, Iâd swear you came already.â
Mingi leans down on the bed, distracting you momentarily before thereâs something wet pressing at your clit. Itâs his tongue, you realise, and you canât control the hand that goes to that dark blue hair - he moans at the feeling of your fingers tightening, tugging, and you force his mouth closer, wet lips mouthing over your pussy until he hits Yunhoâs cock.Â
Mingiâs tongue moves over you again, licking over the intrusion of his boyfriend inside of you. It doesnât stop his movement, his cock still pistoning in and out while youâre forced to take, take, take, and when the shorter manâs lips purse and suck on your bud you writhe away, pleasure all-consuming.
Your orgasm hits you hard, beginning in the base of your tummy and making your thighs shake. One hand holds Mingi steady, and the other moves to Yunhoâs side, anchoring you through it, but your pussy clenches dumbly in a rhythm that makes the man inside grunt and bite your neck sharply. Your own noises are abused, loud and too incriminating, but neither men make a move to quiet you.
âRide it out, câmon,â Yunho says, voice hoarse, and you find it in your static body to fuck yourself on both men while your legs lock and your toes curl. âGood girl. There you go, thatâs it.â
It helps, quelling the strong climax into something steadier, nicer, and Mingiâs tongue flicks over your clit just enough for you to come down from it.Â
The kiss the older man gives you is controlled, a little awkward from the angle but it tells you everything you need to know. Youâre safe, youâre looked after and itâs exactly what you need after an orgasm that strong - his nose bumps your cheek when he kisses you deeper, giving you a few pecks as he pulls away; it makes you want more, but heâs already moving.
You realise too late that Yunho still hasnât finished, and he pushes you onto your front, leg still slightly raised from the way he had you. His hips hit your ass as he bottoms out again, and you gasp - itâs so deep, so much that you want him to cum soon, hope heâll cum soon and fill you up, and you remember you have another one to take after this. The realisation makes your pussy clench as he fucks inside and he lets out a stuttered breath against your shoulder, bumpy nose nudging at your jaw.
âYouâre okay,â He soothes you, and you nod, whimper soft. âIâm gonna cum soon, baby. Gonna make you take it, âkay? Then Mingiâs gonna fuck it back into you.â
âY-yeah,â you nod, and when Yunho starts to thrust again, punishing, Mingi seals your lips with his and swallows your noises. He kisses messy, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and he lets you suck on his tongue when you need something in your mouth again, not minding at all that your hands scramble at his broad shoulders for purchase.
You feel Yunho pull backwards, hands on the small of your back to hold you down, and itâs the sight of you and his boyfriend kissing that does him in. He gasps, letting out a shaky breath as he presses his hips tight to the plush of your ass, cockhead fucked so deep that it makes you try to squirm away again; Mingi keeps you still, giving you dirty, open-mouthed kisses and licking over your teeth.
Between your legs, you feel thoroughly used - when Yunho pulls out, cock softening a little, your pussy gushes fresh cum and as if itâs his queue, Mingiâs already moving over.
Yunho slaps your ass as he moves away from you, âAtta girl. Sheâs ready for you, Min.â
Fingers prod at your swollen hole, messy, creamy rivulets slicking down to Mingiâs rings as he spreads it open and inspects. If you had anything left in you, youâd feel embarrassed at the way heâs looking at you so intimately but well, heâs already done it once and youâre still horny. You shift back on the bed and chase his touch when he moves away, although you donât have long to be disappointed because the feeling of a blunt cockhead against you makes you push your hips up, front going slack again.
âLook at that. Dumb slut knows how to present for a cock,â Mingi chuckles, although thereâs no real bite to his words - his breath is shaky as he shuffles towards you, and seconds later thereâs inches of fat cock spearing you open because he canât wait himself at this point.
âO-oh,â You stutter, head raising and knocking back. You see Yunho, in front of you now, face so close to yours but itâs comforting rather than threatening. âFuck, itâs-â
âSsh, just feel it,â Yunho murmurs, stroking your cheek with one, big hand, and your eyes roll back into your head when he starts to thrust. His movements are deep and slow at first, letting you feel all of it, every vein and ridge and you swear you feel him leaking inside, too, when he pushes deep and pulls you flush against him like he isnât fucking your pussy open in front of his boyfriend.
Mingi whines, sharp, âTiny little pussy, so small, fuck-â his fingers hook around your shoulders, pulling you back onto him, âhow are you still so fucking tight?â Your own hands scramble in the sheets until your fingers hook into them for leverage, and you writhe, moaning so viscerally that Yunho pets your hair to calm you down. Mingiâs thicker than him so despite taking the older man first, the stretch of your hole to accommodate him has your eyes watering, his hips stuttering into the creamy mess of a hole that his boyfriend left. âCan I- fuck, I canât, I canât, canât play anymore-â
âMingi,â Yunho warns, but itâs softened by the grin curling his lips, fond.
âCanât, fuck, baby, I love your pussy,â Mingi babbles, and his hands move to your asscheeks, spreading them further, watching where his cock disappears into you. Itâs slick when he starts to move, a creamy ring around the base of his cock, wet plaps echoing around the bedroom when his balls begin to hit your clit steadily. âLove- love it, love it everytime- I love you.â
Something dawns on you. Youâre not playing anymore, not really, not the elaborate scene Yunho came up with late at night before you headed out to the bar you three met at - and your back bows towards the bed, curling away from your boyfriends,Â
âMmgh- I love you too,â You whimper, scrambling on the sheets for your third, your other boy. Fingers intertwine with yours immediately and he kisses your hairline, your nose, your lips; you cry out, head lolling against his. âYunho- Yuyu, Yuyu, love you-â
âI love both of you, although youâre both fucking pathetic,â Yunho laughs, smoothing your hair. âCanât even roleplay properly. Both of you cry like virgins as soon as I let him get inside of you.â
Mingiâs head drops to your shoulder, his weight pinning you down when he collapses atop of you. Youâre separated from Yunho but you donât mind at all when he starts to drill you properly - this is his favourite position, after all, it didnât matter if it was you or Yunho underneath him.Â
His hips donât stop moving, pistoning into your cunt where youâre flat on the bed, his lips parting in a deep groan, âPussyâs too good to think. Sorry, Yunho, p-promise it was hot.â
Heâs not sorry at all, you all know that. Yunho scoffs. âI know it was. You two acting like sluts on that fuckinâ dancefloor, just like you were all those years ago. Hard, leaking, wet in your pants looking at me. I could see how horny you were.â
âMmhm,â Mingi nods, delirious. Youâre not able to respond, chest clenching in pathetic wails every time he pushes deep, fucking the noises out of you, and his hand moves to your back, soothing over your spine until he slaps your ass hard just for the sake of it. âG-Good little toy, thatâs right, donât have to speak, just take it. Good girl.â
Heâs babbling again, nonsensical, praises and degradation into one - heâs always the same, and it always makes you gush easy for him. Yunho slides your hair out of your face, exposing flushed cheeks and spit slick lips, your eyes crossed with pleasure. The sight of you makes them both groan, and the older man plants a gentle slap on your cheek, gripping your jaw when you gasp.
âFucked dumb,â He muses. âHow pretty. Why donât you cry a little for him, hm? You know he loves that.â
âItâs so much,â you manage, and he nods, cooing at you. Itâs that which finally breaks you, and your chest bubbles with a sob, ripped harshly from you. ââS so much, I canât- canât take it, daddy, please!â
They laugh at you again, you hear them, though Mingiâs is a lot more in awe than the other manâs.Â
âWhoâs your daddy, baby?â Yunhoâs asking you, and itâs something he asks you often but it feels like youâre trying to move across clouds to respond to him. Everythingâs so soft, comforting but your pussy continues to get rammed, overwhelmed, and you squeal, legs knocking together when you feel his thrusts start to get harsher but staggered.Â
âB-both of you.â You slur. âBoth- daddy, fill me up too-â
It ignites something in Mingi - he pulls out, gripping himself at the creamy base and flipping you over by your waist again. Youâre on your back now, able to see them both, your boys; Yunho has that cheeky glint in his eyes that you love, looming over you with a half-hard cock and tousled, boyish hair - if you didnât know him, you would trust him.Â
Mingi distracts you, crowding into your space with furrowed eyebrows, thick thighs knocking your legs apart again before he sinks back inside. Yunho laughs at his impatience, hand smoothing over the younger manâs back as he starts to fuck you again and you know heâs really gonna cum now, moving so fast and hard that you both get knocked up the mattress a little.
You keen, âFucking- oh, oh, thatâs-â
âLanguage,â Yunhoâs hand moves and pinches your thigh, and you wince, legs locking around Mingi. He pins you back down and then moves his focus to your clit, rolling it between his fingers; itâs so wet that it feels too good too quickly. âGonna cum, arenât you, baby?â
Your eyes roll back into your head when his fingers move over you instead, firmer, rubbing circles that make you heave, trying to catch your breath. Unable to answer him again, he hums, displeased.
Thatâs right, you almost forgot. He lets you get away with some things earlier but you donât act like that around him, not really, only when youâre pretending like you donât know them. Now, you know them, and there are rules - that also means you beg to cum, and you thank whatever higher powers there be because you remember before you fall off the edge.
âPlease,â You struggle, nails scratching at both of them again, their arms this time, âplease, please let me cum. Daddy, daddy, please-â
Mingi growls, fixated, âIâm gonna fuckinâ cum, you better cum with me, tiny.â
âThere you go, honey. Your daddy said you can,â Yunho says, almost too sweet for you to believe but no, they did say that, and youâre squealing from it before they can take it back.Â
You gush again, fluttering and writhing where you lay and halfway through it, Mingi nudges the dark haired manâs head to press his cheek against yours at an angle and kisses you both.Â
Barely knowing what to do in your haze, they hold you still, tongues both messily sliding over yours, over each other - the man inside of you whimpers, thrusting harshly one last time, gasping against your mouths before he fills you with a fresh wave of cum. His cock throbs with it, pumping into you and when he canât take it anymore he collapses, head on your chest, full weight a little overwhelming.Â
Yunho kisses you a few times, fingertips moving to rub soft circles into your shoulders, your upper arms, before moving across your boyfriendâs scalp, massaging him too. He moans gratefully, exhausted, and you feel the same - your limbs are stiff and you groan when Mingi finally rolls off, slumping next to you in the wet sheets.
âIâll just be cleaning you up, honey.â Yunhoâs voice is gentler, and you hum, a smile creeping on your face - there he is, always in control. Mingi mumbles something that you donât quite catch, arm hooking around your tummy, but your boyfriend hears him, chuckling, âThat was referring to you, too.â
You want to laugh. âDonât tell me he was trying to move.â
Yunho shifts closer, wet towel suddenly soft against your skin, and when you finally open your eyes heâs there, still naked, cock soft against his thigh and you wonder if he came again, sometime during it all. âLike I said, both of you fuck like virgins. Dead afterwards. Perished, even.â
You canât argue. Youâre not planning on moving any time soon; although the sheets are ruined, youâre exhausted after all that. The boysâ roleplay ideas are always crazy but well, thereâs some that get a bit out of hand, like recreating the night you all met.
For the second time, Mingi grumbles nonsensically next to you. Yunho kisses the mole on the younger manâs cheek before kissing your hairline again.Â
âSpeaking of perished,â He murmurs, eyes shifting down to you playfully, putting on a dramatic voice, âI still think the next scene should be me, as Spider-Man, saving you and Min from possible perish-â
âEnough,â You grumble, kicking him softly with your foot. âGo to sleep.â
His laugh is so loud it makes Mingi kick him too, half-asleep, but then he really does settle, towel discarded on the floor. As if he was waiting for his presence to drop off properly, the younger man squirms closer on the mattress and reaches over you to tug Yunho in, pulling you into a pile, legs intertwined and a little sticky. Itâs soothing though, naked and cuddling with your men, and Mingi starts to snore almost instantly.
The man plastered to your back sighs, though you know heâs not really bothered. âSleep? With that?â
You huff, âThen just talk to me, duh.â
âDuh. You can actually just watch me play video games, if you want. Remember, my new monitor came yesterday, itâs curved and sexy and itâll show you everything in-â
You fall asleep before heâs anywhere near finished.
summary: in which your boyfriend wants to make video to get him through tour and his best friend ends up watching it
warning: dom mingi, dom yunho, switch reader, possessive all three, voyeurism, creampie, sex tape, unprotected sex, overstimulation, edging, oral, choking, squirting, face riding, deep throating, cum play, this shit just filthy yall!!!
genre: smut
pairing: yungi x afab reader
word count: 13.4k
note: this was requested to do a one shot based on Masterpiece by @lonely--september
The apartment was quieter than usual, lit only by the low amber glow of the bedside lamp. Mingi had his head on your stomach, his arm lazily draped across your waist, eyes closed but clearly not asleep. He always got like this before leaving, clingy, quiet, thoughtful in a way heâd never admit to the others.
You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging softly at the roots, and he let out a little groan, turning his face to press a kiss just beneath your ribs. âBaby,â he murmured, lips brushing your skin, âI wanna ask you something⊠and you can say no.â
Your fingers paused in his hair. âOkayâŠâ He looked up at you, a little sheepish and a whole lot horny. âI wanna make a video. Of us. Just for me. For tour.â
Your eyebrows lifted, but you werenât surprised. You had caught him jerking off to a photo of you just last week and whining your name under his breath. âLike⊠a full video?â you teased. âProduction quality? Soundtrack and credits?â
Mingi grinned, all teeth and dimples, before biting his bottom lip. âI want something to fuck my fist to when I miss you,â he added, not bothering to play innocent. âWanna see the way you look when Iâm inside you. The way you moan my name. I want to remember everything.â
Your stomach fluttered. Your thighs pressed together instinctively. âOkay,â you breathed, a little stunned by your own immediate reaction. âLetâs do it.â He sat up slowly, eyes darkening, his hands already reaching for the nightstand drawer where he kept his GoPro and tripod, because of course he was that prepared. âIâll set it up,â he murmured, climbing off the bed, âbut I want you in something sexy. Something mine.â
You rolled out of bed on shaky legs, heart pounding, heat pooling low. As you walked toward your dresser, Mingiâs voice followed, âOh, and babe?â You turned, halfway into his old oversized tee. âDonât wear panties.â
The soft whirr of the camera adjusting its focus filled the room. Mingi crouched beside the bed, bare chested in sweats that hung low on his hips, forehead furrowed in concentration as he adjusted the tripod angle. The little preview screen glowed beside him, reflecting the warm lighting heâd dimmed just right.
He was focused. Lined it up perfectly so the bed would be center frame, your pillows fluffed, the sheets slightly rumpled, just enough to hint at what was coming.
But then he looked up. And saw you. Standing with bare legs, messy hair, and that black Alexander McQueen shirt, his favorite one. The one with the subtle embroidered skull on the back, soft as sin and just short enough to be dangerous. He stopped breathing. âFuck,â he said it like a prayer, dragging his eyes down your legs, then back up to where the shirt hung loose over your chest. âYouâre tryna kill me.â
You tilted your head, lips twitching. âYou said something of yours.â
âDidnât mean my favorite,â he mumbled, standing up slowly like he wasnât sure if he wanted to worship you or bend you over immediately. You walked in slow, deliberate, every step a tease. He watched the sway of the shirt, how it lifted just a little with each movement. No bra. No panties. Just you, in his shirt, and that look in your eyes. âCamera ready?â you asked, stopping at the edge of the bed.
He licked his lips. Nodded, a little too fast. âYeah. Yeah, itâs rolling.â You raised an eyebrow. âAlready?â
âI wanna get everything,â he said, stepping closer, hands hovering at your hips. âFrom the second you walk in. From the second I lose my fucking mind.â He leaned in, nosing at your neck, breathing you in.
The camera kept recording, its little red light blinking quietly. It caught the way Mingiâs hands finally touched you, sliding over the hem of the shirt to cup your bare ass. It caught the way he groaned when he realized exactly how naked you were underneath.
âTurn around for me,â he whispered, voice husky and low in your ear. You did. And the camera caught that too, the slow spin, the little smirk over your shoulder, the glimpse of underboob where the shirt gaped when you moved.
Mingi stepped back to admire you through the viewfinder. âJesus, baby. You look like sin in 4K.â You turned your head, lips curling. âThen come get your masterpiece.â
He didnât even hit pause. Didnât touch you right away. He just sat on the edge of the bed, long legs spread, letting his eyes drag up your body like a slow caress. You stood between his knees, breathing shallow, the hem of his shirt barely skimming your upper thighs. His eyes lingered on the bare skin underneath. The twitch of your muscles when he didnât make a move. The way your nipples visibly hardened through the soft black fabric.
He reached out finally, one hand gripping the back of your thigh, fingers spreading across the curve of your ass as he pulled you closer. âThis shirtâŠâ he murmured, nosing against your stomach, lips brushing the fabric like a benediction, âYou donât know what it does to me.â He looked up, eyes dark and heavy lidded. âOr maybe you do.â
You smirked, but it melted the second his mouth opened against your hip, kissing a line to the crease of your thigh. He kissed you like he had time. Like this wasnât the night before he had to leave. Like he didnât plan to burn every second of this into his memory.
The camera caught his hands sliding up your thighs, parting them slightly, thumbs stroking the soft skin where your legs met. His fingers dipped under the hem of the shirt but didnât go higher. Not yet. Instead, he leaned back just a little and murmured, âSit on me.â
You climbed into his lap without hesitation, straddling his thick thighs. The moment your bare heat made contact with the soft cotton of his sweats, you shivered. He felt it and grinned, lazy and cocky, grinding up just a little so you rubbed right along his length, half hard but growing with every second.
âCameraâs got the best seat in the house,â he said, glancing over your shoulder at the preview screen. One hand slid down your back, cupping your ass, while the other came up to rest on your waist. âLetâs give it something worth remembering.â His mouth found your throat next, open mouthed kisses against your skin as you started rocking slow, subtle, grinding down on him. The drag of cotton against your clit was just enough to tease. Just enough to make you gasp when he shifted his hips up to meet yours.
The shirt slid up higher with every motion, your ass on full display in the camera now, back arched, breath catching. âFeel good, baby?â he rasped, lips grazing your ear. âMhm,â you nodded, already dazed, âbut I need more.â
He chuckled low, one of those deep, breathy sounds that sent heat straight through you. âI know you do.â Still, he didnât rush. His hand moved from your waist to your throat, not tight, just holding. His fingers traced your pulse, thumb dragging up under your jaw to tilt your face toward him. âI want the camera to see your face when you fall apart.â
He kissed you then, slow and deep, his tongue teasing yours. He tasted like mint and something darker, like want. And when you moaned into his mouth, he gripped your hips tighter, thrusting up once, hard enough to make you jolt.
âMingi..â
âShh,â he murmured, pulling away just enough to speak against your lips. âYouâll get it. But not yet.â His hand slipped between your bodies, under the hem of the shirt at last. His fingertips slid through your folds, already wet, already aching. He groaned when he felt it. âFuck. That wet already? You really wore this for me just to get ruined in it, huh?â
You whimpered, nodding, rocking into his hand shamelessly. His finger circled your clit slowly as you reached into his sweats to stroke him. âGood girl.â The shirt was bunched up now, riding high on your waist, baring your body to the camera. And still, he didnât take it off. Didnât let you lose that last piece of him.
Because that was the point, wasnât it? To keep it intimate. To make it his. To take a piece of you with him, in his shirt, on his video, falling apart on his dick.
Mingi leaned back against the headboard, arms spread, sweatpants already pushed down just enough to free his dick, hard now, thick and flushed, curved slightly toward his stomach. You didnât even realize when heâd taken them off, but the sight of him like that, shirtless, legs spread wide, panting just from a few strokes of your hand, was enough to have you ready to beg.
You slid down his body slowly, knees sinking into the mattress between his thighs. The camera caught your every move, the glint in your eye, the way you bit your lip as your fingers wrapped around him. He was hot in your palm, twitching slightly, precum already gathering at the tip.
âYou always get this hard for me?â You murmured, stroking him slowly, twisting at the head just enough to make him grunt. Mingi tilted his head back, biting his lip, letting out a long groan as your thumb brushed over his tip again. âAlways.â His voice was low, breathless.
You leaned in, tongue flicking over the head, tasting the salt of him. He twitched again in your grip, his hips jerking upward instinctively. âShit⊠fuck, babyâŠâ
You smiled against him, kissing down the shaft before licking your way back up. You teased the underside with your tongue, then sank down slowly, inch by inch, while your hand kept working what you couldnât take yet. Mingiâs hand slid into your hair, not to control, just to feel you. To ground himself. âGod, youâre so good at that,â he muttered, watching the way your lips wrapped around him. âJust like that, baby⊠fuck, that tongueâŠ. youâre perfect.â
The sound of him filled the room. Heavy breaths, soft curses, the wet glide of your mouth and hand. You bobbed your head, sucking a little harder as you stroked the base, your other hand resting on his thigh for balance. Every time you pulled off, you spit into your palm and stroked him again, lips shining, then dove back in deeper. âShit, look at you,â Mingi panted, eyes locked on you and the red light blinking just behind. âMy girl⊠making me come undone with her fucking mouth.â
Your hand pumped faster, your lips slick, throat working as you pushed yourself further, eyes locked on his. âCameraâs getting the best view,â he choked out. âFuckâŠ. my pretty baby with my dick down her throat.â You moaned around him and that, that sound, was what did it.
His thighs tensed. His grip in your hair tightened. âIâm gonna comeâŠ. fuck, baby, Iâm gonnaâŠâ
You didnât stop. You held him there. Let him spill hot and fast down your throat, moaning low and wrecked as you swallowed all of it. Your fingers never stopped moving, milking him through every last drop. You licked your lips as you pulled off, eyes half lidded, hair wild, cheeks flushed. He was still panting when you looked up at him, tongue flicking out to gather the last taste from your lip.
Then, with a wicked little smirk, you turned to the camera. Opened your mouth just a bit. And stuck out your tongue, clean. âFuuuuuck,â Mingi groaned, full body shuddering. âYouâre gonna kill me.â He was still panting when you crawled back into his lap, smug and satisfied.
But not for long. Because the second your hands slid up his chest, still sticky with sweat, he grabbed your hips and flipped you under him in one smooth move, the camera capturing your surprised little gasp as your back hit the sheets. âThought you were done?â you teased, still breathless, a little cocky.
Mingi leaned down, lips brushing your ear. âNever done with you.â Then he sat back, grabbed the backs of your thighs, and pulled you toward the edge of the bed with purpose, placing you exactly where he wanted you. Where the camera could see everything.
He tugged the hem of his shirt up over your waist again, baring your glistening folds, your thighs already sticky and trembling. âTake it off?â you asked, fingers grazing the buttons of the shirt.
He shook his head, lips curved in a devilish smile. âNo. Keep it on.â Then he lowered himself between your legs, big hands pushing your thighs apart, kissing up the inside like he had all the time in the world. You were already wet, already aching, but he still took his time. Licking the inside of your thighs. Nipping just close enough to your pussy to make you squirm. Then, finally, his tongue flattened against your slit.
You choked on a gasp, hands flying into his hair as he licked a slow, deep stripe from your entrance to your clit. âShit, MingiâŠâ
âSit on my face,â he growled, voice wrecked and low. âNow.âYou didnât hesitate. You climbed over him, thighs trembling as you settled on his mouth, his hands gripping your ass and holding you exactly where he wanted you, firm and needy. The moment you lowered your hips, his mouth opened, tongue sliding between your folds with filthy enthusiasm.
It was instant. His tongue was hot and relentless, circling your clit with pressure that made your legs shake. He moaned into you, the sound vibrating through your whole body, and when your hips jerked forward, trying to grind, he just growled and held you tighter. âThatâs it, baby,â he murmured against your pussy, mouth slick. âRide it. Use me.â
You did. You rocked your hips, chasing the pressure, thighs tensing as he devoured you. His tongue fucked into you deep, then moved up to flick your clit again, switching between sucking and licking until your moans filled the room, raw and wrecked. Your hands tangled in his hair, using him for leverage. The shirt stuck to your back, sweat gathering between your shoulder blades, your hips moving faster, needier. âMingiâŠ. fuck, Iâm gonna⊠I canâtâŠâ
He slapped your ass hard, a sting that sent you forward, only for him to drag you back onto his tongue again. âCome for me,â he rasped, mouth wet, nose buried against your clit. âGive it to me. Wanna taste it. Wanna feel it all over my fucking face.â
The pressure broke.
You screamed, thighs locking up as your orgasm ripped through you, sudden and blinding. Your hips jerked once, twice and then it hit. You squirted all over his face, his chin, your thighs soaking with it, your body shaking like youâd lost control of every muscle. Mingi groaned like he was the one coming, holding you down, licking you through it, drinking you in like it was the only thing that could keep him alive. The camera caught everything. The way your body trembled. The shirt bunched around your waist. Mingiâs face soaked, glistening, absolutely destroyed beneath you.
You finally collapsed forward, panting, thighs still twitching and Mingi pulled back just a little, just enough to look up at you from beneath wet lashes, mouth and chin covered in your release and he grinned. âBaby,â he said, voice husky, wrecked, âweâre only halfway through the video.â
Your thighs were still trembling. Youâd barely rolled off of Mingiâs face, panting like youâd run a marathon, when he sat up, eyes glazed, face drenched, dick rock hard again. His tongue flicked out across his bottom lip like he could still taste you.
âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen,â he rasped, voice hoarse from groaning against your pussy. âAnd now I need to fuck you.â He flipped you again, manhandling you like you. The camera adjusted focus as he dragged you into his lap, this time with purpose. His arms wrapped around your waist, the sticky black shirt still bunched around your ribs, your chest rising and falling fast.
âYou riding me now, baby,â he growled against your neck. âWanna see how good you take me in this fucking shirt.â You guided him in slowly, both of you groaning when the head of his dick slid through your folds and pushed inside. He filled you so deep, and the stretch made you whimper, made your hips stutter before settling.
Mingi leaned back slightly, one arm behind him for support, the other gripping your hip as you began to ride, slow at first, adjusting to the feel, to how big he was, to the way your overstimulated pussy still fluttered around him. âFuck, thatâs it,â he moaned, watching you bounce on him. âYou look so good like this. Cameraâs loving it. Iâm loving it. This is going on repeat all tour.â
Your hands gripped his shoulders, your thighs already aching from how hard he made you come before, but he wouldnât let you slow down. Not yet. His hand slid between your bodies, thumb rubbing your clit just right. âDonât stop now, baby,â he groaned. âYouâre taking me so good⊠fuck, you were made for me.â
You cried out, hips stuttering again, your orgasm threatening to snap again way too soon. You were a mess, slick, panting, sweat clinging to the collar of his shirt. And Mingi was watching everything. He cupped your face. Kissed you hard. His other hand slapped your ass, just once, before he suddenly stilled. âTurn around for me,â he said, voice wrecked.
You blinked, dazed. âWâŠ. what?â He pulled out slowly, then flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips before you could even register what was happening. âI wanna fuck you like youâre mine.â Because you were. You barely had time to gasp before he pulled your hips back, pressed the tip of his dick to your entrance again, and slammed into you deep.
You cried out, hands gripping the sheets, back arching. But what made you scream? Was when Mingi grabbed the back of the shirt, his shirt, and used it to yank you back into his thrusts. Every slam of his hips made your ass bounce, the sound obscene, skin slapping against skin as he used the shirt like a handle, dragging you into him over and over.
âLook at this,â he growled, eyes flicking to the camera. âMy girl⊠in my shirt⊠taking me like a fucking champ.â The fabric tugged tighter against your chest with every thrust. You were moaning helplessly, drooling into the pillow, thighs trembling again. âSay it,â he grunted, still pounding into you, still gripping that shirt like reins. âTell the camera who owns this pussy.â
âYou, MingiâŠ. fuck, you!â
âThatâs right,â he snarled, leaning forward to press his chest to your back. âAll mine.â You shattered again, the orgasm ripping through you before you could even brace for it. You clenched hard around him, screaming into the mattress, thighs giving out. But Mingi wasnât done. He sat back on his knees, dragging you up by the shirt, your ass against his thighs, his hand now wrapping around your throat from behind as he kept thrusting, slower now, deeper.
You were a mess beneath him, skin flushed, body trembling, pussy dripping around his dick. And still, still, Mingi hadnât come. He was holding on by a thread, breath ragged, jaw clenched as he slowed his thrusts down to a grind, hips rolling deep while your body spasmed from the orgasm he just wrung out of you.
âStill with me, baby?â he murmured against your spine, voice thick, taunting. You whimpered a half sob, half laugh. âI⊠I think soâŠâ
Mingi chuckled, low, cocky, possessive, and sat back on his heels, hands gripping your hips as he slowly pulled out of you. Your slick clung to him in glistening strings. The camera caught all of it. The ruin. The twitch of your thighs. The way your body begged for more even when you couldnât form the words. âTake this off,â he rasped, tugging at the hem of the shirt still bunched around your ribs.
You tried to lift your arms, weak and shaking so he helped. Dragged it over your head slow as molasses, like it was the last barrier between you and complete surrender. He tossed it aside, eyes drinking you in like he hadnât just had your pussy in his mouth and his dick inside you.
âLook at you,â he whispered, rubbing a hand down your back, cupping your ass with reverence. âMy fucking masterpiece.â He flipped you over gently causing you to gasp as your back hit the sheets, still warm and damp with sweat. Mingi settled between your legs again, one hand stroking your thigh, the other gripping the base of his dick, hard, glistening, aching.
And then he started the pattern. First, he pressed his tip to your clit, just the head, slow, teasing little circles, using your own slick to glide over that sensitive bundle of nerves. You arched, hips twitching, breath caught. âMingiâŠâ He grinned. âShh, baby. Just feel.â Then he slid inside, hard, deep, and you cried out, toes curling.
Just when the rhythm started to build, when your legs began to wrap around him, he pulled out. And dove down. His mouth found your pussy instantly, licking up everything he just gave you. His tongue flattened against your clit, sucking it in just once before he growled into you like a man possessed.
Your moan ripped through the room like a sin. Then he was back up, spit and slick smeared across his lips, gripping your thighs and sliding back inside in one swift thrust. Your body bucked. He did it again. Deep thrusts. Pull out. Eat you like a meal. Again. And again.
Your thighs were trembling uncontrollably. Your voice was gone from screaming his name. Your pussy was soaked, overstimulated, clenching for him. The camera caught every second, the obscene slick sounds, the way your body arched when heâd fuck into you, then the contrast of him between your legs, mouth worshipping your cunt like he was starved.
âYou like this, baby?â he rasped, voice hoarse as he came up for air, face soaked. âLike me fucking you and tasting you?â
âY⊠yes⊠Mingi, pleaseâŠâ
âYou taste so fucking good,â he growled, sliding back inside so deep you cried out. âCanât decide if I wanna come in your pussy or eat it off your thighs.â You were wrecked. Sweat and tears. Hands clawing at the sheets. But Mingi wasnât done. He leaned in close, body pressed to yours, still rocking into you slow and hard.
âCameraâs still watching,â he whispered against your lips. âShow it what it looks like when you fall apart for me again.â
You didnât even realize you were begging. Somewhere between the relentless thrusts and the way Mingiâs tongue lapped at your clit like salvation, your voice had given out, reduced to whimpers, gasps, desperate sobs of his name.
He came up from between your thighs, jaw dripping, chest heaving, pupils blown wide. âCome here,â he rasped, voice cracked and full of need. He grabbed you, one hand under your back, the other gripping the back of your thigh, and pulled you upright, holding you against him. His dick nudged your entrance again, and you barely had time to brace before he slid inside.
You choked on your own moan, your arms wrapping around his neck instinctively as he stood there, stood there, and started fucking up into you. Hard. Hot. Desperate. âFuck, babyâŠ. this pussy,â he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. âSo fucking tight, still. You gonna come again? Huh? Gonna give it to me while I fuck you like this?â
You could barely nod. He grabbed your ass, bouncing you on his dick like a ragdoll, hips slamming up as your back arched, mouth falling open in a silent scream. You came again, clenching hard, crying out as your whole body seized around him.
âThatâs it,â he panted, still thrusting through it, even as you writhed in his arms. âThatâs my girl. Fuck, you feel so good when you come⊠squeezing me like you never wanna let go⊠shit!â Then slowly, gently, he laid you down.
You hit the sheets, boneless. Ruined. But Mingi still wasnât done. He grabbed your legs, both, and lifted them over his shoulders, folding you in half beneath him. âReady?â he whispered, kissing the inside of your knee. You nodded, dazed and he slammed back into you. You screamed, overstimulated, ruined, but wanting more.
Your hands flew to the sheets, to the pillow, to your own hair as he fucked you, relentless, animalistic, but still so fucking good. His grip on your thighs tightened. The slap of skin on skin echoed through the room. The camera caught it all, his muscles flexing, your tits bouncing, your face wrecked as you cried out his name over and over again.
âIâm gonna come,â he growled, the edge cracking in his voice. âGonna fill this pussy up. Gonna fuck you so full it leaks out on camera.â
âDo it⊠please, Mingi⊠do itâ
âFuck, fuck⊠babyâŠIâm comingâŠâ And he did with a growl that turned into a low moan, hips stuttering, he buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard, twitching inside you, ropes of hot release spilling into your already aching core. You were shaking and so was he as he collapsed over you, still inside, your legs sliding off his shoulders to wrap around his waist, arms locking him in as both of you gasped for air.
The room was silent now, except for the heavy sound of breathing, the soft hum of the camera still rolling, and Mingiâs voice, barely a whisper against your throat. âBest fucking masterpiece Iâve ever made.â
You were sprawled beneath him, sweat drenched, blissed out, legs still twitching from the sheer wreckage of your last orgasm. His cum was already starting to slip out of you in slow, creamy drips. And Mingi, chest still heaving, hadnât even left you yet.
He stayed there for a moment, forehead resting against yours, breathing you in. One hand cradled your face, the other stroked your thigh lazily. Your whole body pulsed with aftershocks, and he kissed you once, soft and lingering, before slowly pulling out. You whimpered at the loss. And thatâs when you saw it. That look in his eyes. Hungry. Intent. Possessive.
Without a word, Mingi reached to the nightstand and grabbed the camera. Still recording. Still hot with everything youâd just given him. He brought it close, tilting the lens between your legs, your ruined, soaked, still spread body on full display. His cum, warm and thick, was leaking from your swollen pussy in long, slow drips, sliding down your ass and inner thighs.
âFuck,â he whispered behind the lens, voice ragged. âLook at that. So full of meâŠâ The angle caught it perfectly. Intimate. Raw. Claimed. Then you gasped. Because Mingi set the camera down just beside you, aimed directly at the mess between your thighs, and dipped two fingers into the mix of slick and cum seeping out of you.
You twitched at the contact as he pushed it back in. Slowly. Gently. Intentionally. âYouâre mine,â he murmured, watching the way you clenched around his fingers. âGotta keep it inside. Keep me with you even when Iâm gone.â
You moaned, arching, your body exhausted but still so sensitive. He pulled his fingers out once more, slick and glistening, then reached for your face, cupping your cheek with his clean hand. And kissed you. Not rushed. Not filthy. Tender. The kind of kiss that said, this isnât just about the video. This is you. Me. Always.
He pulled back just an inch, eyes locked on yours. âIâm never deleting this.â
The Atlanta hotel room was standard, clean, modern, and just cramped enough to make sharing it annoying. Yunho dropped his bag onto the bed closest to the window with a grunt. âWhy do we always end up rooming together on the loud stops?â he muttered, pulling his hoodie off. Mingi yawned as he kicked off his sneakers. âBecause I snore and youâre the only one who wonât suffocate me with a pillow.â
âYet.â
Mingi chuckled, already walking toward the bathroom. âGonna shower. You can use my charger if you want, outletâs by the desk.â Yunho nodded and waited until he heard the water start running before digging through his backpack, fishing out his laptop and groaning. Dead. Of course.
He turned to Mingiâs laptop, still open and glowing faintly on the desk. Charger already plugged in. Lucky bastard probably forgot to close out some anime or half finished beat. The screen blinked to life. No desktop. No YouTube tab. No lyrics doc. Just full screen video. Paused.
Mingiâs voice filled the speakers immediately, breathy, low, almost wrecked. âTell the camera who owns this pussy.â
Yunho froze. Eyes wide. Mouse unmoving after accidentally fast forwarding some on the video. He saw you first, laid out across rumpled sheets, drenched in sweat, legs spread wide, your lips parted in a moan. Then Mingi. On his knees behind the camera, voice shaking as he zoomed in on your pussy, where his cum was dripping out of you in real time.
Yunhoâs jaw dropped, his stomach doing a slow, guilty somersault. He knew who you were. Knew you were Mingiâs girl. His best friendâs girlfriend. But nothing, nothing, couldâve prepared him for that image. For the sound of your moan when Mingi pushed his fingers back inside you and you gasped like it hit your soul.
Yunhoâs mouth went dry. He didnât even mean to press play again. It just⊠happened. The motion restarted. Your hips shifted on screen. Mingiâs voice got closer to the mic. âGonna miss this pussy on tour⊠good thing Iâve got you saved, huh?â The sheets rustled. You whispered something Yunho couldnât quite catch, and then you moaned again. A choked, desperate sound.
Yunho shifted in his seat, blinking fast, not breathing. The shower was still running.
Steam fogged the mirror just behind him. But the room was sweltering now. He reached for the keyboard, either to pause it or rewind it, even he didnât know when the bathroom door clicked open. And Mingi stepped out, towel low on his hips, steam billowing behind him. He froze. So did Yunho. Their eyes met. Mingiâs narrowed. Yunho blinked. âI was justâŠâ
âYouâre watching my girl?â Mingiâs voice was low. Dangerous. Almost unreadable. Yunho swallowed. âNo⊠I mean, yes⊠I mean⊠I didnât knowâŠ. you left it open!â Mingi stepped closer, water still dripping from his hair, arms crossed over his chest, muscles flexing. âAnd you didnât pause it?â
âI⊠couldnât,â Yunho said, voice hoarse. âShe lookedâŠ. you both⊠it was like⊠fuck.â Mingi tilted his head. âYou liked it?â Yunho didnât answer right away. He looked back at the screen. Then nodded. Once. âYeah,â he admitted, voice quieter now. âI did.â
Mingiâs eyes darkened. He took another step forward. âWant me to send it to you?âYunhoâs brows shot up. âWait, what?â
âDonât act shy now,â Mingi said, smirking, voice low and gravelly. âYou liked watching her, didnât you?â Yunhoâs throat worked just barely. âShe looked unreal.â
âShe is,â Mingi said, stepping closer, leaning one hand on the desk beside the laptop. âBut you only saw the ending. You didnât even get to the part where she rode my face. Or when I fucked her so deep she couldnât talk for a full minute.âYunhoâs breathing got shakier. And Mingi, smiling now, playful but still dangerous, let out a soft laugh. âGuess weâre watching it together now.â
There were worse things he couldâve done. Stealing someoneâs charger? Normal. Watching a sex tape he accidentally opened? Gray area. Coming to it five times in three cities? Yeah. That was a problem. And now they were back in Seoul.
Back in the humid summer air. Back to their regular beds, their regular routines and you.
Back to you. Yunho dropped his bag on the hardwood floor of his apartment he shared with Yeosang and let out a slow exhale, bracing his hands on the counter like it could ground him. But it didnât help.
Because all he could see, all he could fucking see, was the way your body looked in that video. Mingiâs shirt. His cum. Your thighs trembling. That fucked out smile at the end. Heâd told Mingi he watched it by accident. That was true. Once. But the second time? The fifth? That was all on him.
Heâd copied the file. Password protected it. Learned the lighting cues. Knew the minute mark where you choked out Mingiâs name and said her pussy was his. And worse? He started wondering what it would sound like if you said his name instead.
He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge as the shower in the bathroom started, Yeosang running in the second they got there, Yunho trying to shake the image of your mouth wrapping around Mingiâs dick, how eager you looked. Like you loved it. Like you wanted to be filmed doing it.
And Yunho had jerked off more than once to the thought of what youâd look like on his dick instead of. He wasnât proud of it. But he was obsessed. You hadnât even changed the way you treated him. Still friendly. Still teasing. Still giving him those lazy smiles that sent his thoughts spiraling. Youâd hugged him when they got back. Told him you missed his stupid dance challenges in the green room. Looked up at him with that same warm gaze like you didnât know.
Like you didnât know what heâd seen. What heâd done with it. What he wanted. And thatâs what scared him most. Because Yunho wasnât just jerking off to a fantasy anymore. He wanted the real thing. Your breath in his ear. Your nails in his back. Your voice breaking on his name as he split you open.
He wanted to see how different youâd sound moaning for him instead of Mingi. If youâd ride him the same. If youâd let him taste you until you cried. If youâd wear his shirt and beg to keep it on. And worst of all? He knew Mingi wouldnât stop him. Because Mingi had seen the way Yunho looked at you when he thought no one was watching.
Had smirked when Yunho stammered through a goodbye the last night of tour, cheeks flushed, eyes lingering too long on your picture in Mingiâs lock screen. âWanna touch her?â heâd said in that low, casual voice. âThen stop pretending you donât.â
And now, back home, Yunho was wondering if you wanted him to.
The bass vibrated through the floor. Yunho moved on autopilot, counting beats, syncing steps, keeping pace even when his brain was somewhere else entirely. His shirt stuck to his chest, his hair dark with sweat, and he still couldnât focus. Not fully. Not since Mingi leaned over mid routine to whisper, âSheâs bringing lunch, by the way.â
Yunho had nodded. Pretended it didnât affect him. Pretended he hadnât been thinking about you all morning. But his stomach had tightened. His body knew before his brain could catch up. He was going to see you. And that meant one very real, very important problem. Yunho couldnât unsee it.
Couldnât unhear your moans. Couldnât forget the way Mingi held your hips as you begged for more. Couldnât stop remembering the exact moment you came while still wearing that black shirt, legs shaking, cunt dripping. And now you were just⊠casually showing up. With food. Like you hadnât wrecked his whole damn sense of control.
âFive minute break,â their choreographer called. Yunho wiped his face with a towel and turned to grab his water bottle and then he heard the door. His whole body tensed. The guys were already calling your name in chorus, excited and loud. Mingi broke from the group first, practically jogging toward the entrance with that dumb happy grin he only ever gave you.
You stepped in, white tank top, denim shorts. Tote bag slung over your shoulder. Food bags in hand. Laughter in your voice as Mingi kissed your cheek and tried to take all the weight from you.
Yunho froze. Just stood there. Staring. This was only the second time heâd seen you since getting back. The first was brief and he avoided eye contact. You looked exactly the same. But he wasnât. Because now heâd seen you. Now heâd heard you. Now every movement of your body sent heat curling low in his gut.
You glanced up and locked eyes with him. A moment. A flash. Your smile didnât falter, but your gaze did linger. You gave him that soft, familiar smirk. âYunho, you seem to be surviving practice.â His throat bobbed. âY⊠yeah. Barely.â
You stepped further into the room, and everything about your presence, your scent, your voice, the way the neckline of your tank dipped just made it worse. He turned away fast, pretending to grab his phone, willing his heart rate to slow down. You didnât know. You couldnât know. And yet, he felt seen. Naked. Exposed.
Mingi plopped down next to him on the floor, handing him a sandwich. âTold you sheâd show. She spoils us.â Yunho kept his eyes on the wrapper. âYeah. Sheâs great.â Mingi leaned in closer, voice low. Too low. âYou watched it again, didnât you?â
Yunho flinched. Mingi smirked. âI could tell. You looked like you were about to bust the second she walked in.â Yunho clenched his jaw. âShut up.â
âIâm not judging,â Mingi murmured, unbothered. âJust saying⊠You might wanna be careful. You keep looking at her like that, sheâs gonna notice.â
Yunho didnât respond. He couldnât. Because just a few feet away, you were laughing with San, unwrapping drinks, your skin glowing from the heat outside, your thighs crossed as you leaned back and looked completely at ease. And Yunho was hard. In the middle of a dance studio.
In front of his friends. Because youâd walked in holding iced coffee.
He barely managed a sip of water, pulse still thumping in his ears when he glanced over and caught your gaze again, this time, tilted slightly, almost curious. And in that moment? Yunho knew. He was fucked.
But Mingi had texted him in all caps, STUCK IN STUDIO. BRINGING CHAOS. NEED U TO GRAB LAPTOP.
And being the helpful, totally normal friend that he was, Yunho grabbed his keys, his hoodie, and did not rehearse anything in the mirror before heading over. He didnât expect you to be there. Which is exactly why his breath caught when you opened the door.
You were in a matching set, just a thin gray crop tank and soft cotton shorts that clung to your thighs in a way that felt deliberate. Your hair was messy, lips glossy, skin bare and glowing like you hadnât even tried. âYunho,â you said, voice light and sweet. âMingi said you were coming.â He almost choked. Almost turned around.
But you stepped aside, holding the door open, and he had no choice but to walk into the place heâd been dreaming about for weeks. The couch. The hallway. The bedroom door slightly ajar. All of it. Burned into his brain from the video he swore he wouldnât watch again but absolutely had. Many times. That morning in fact.
You gestured to the kitchen counter. âLaptopâs right there. Want something to drink?â
âUh⊠no. Iâm good. Iâll just⊠grab it and go.â
But you didnât let it be that simple, did you? You leaned back against the counter, sipping from a glass of water, watching him with lazy curiosity as he reached for the laptop. âHot out today, huh?â you asked, running your fingers along the condensation on your glass.
Yunho didnât answer immediately. His hands were already shaking. You had to know. And you did. Because Mingi told you. Told you Yunho had seen the video. That heâd watched it. That heâd jerked off to it. Not that Yunho was fully aware of that fact just yet. And now you were watching him unravel under nothing but your smile and the ghost of memory. âYou okay?â
Yunho blinked. âYeah⊠yeah, Iâm fine.â
You pushed off the counter, slow and casual, walking over to him until you were standing too close. You smelled like vanilla and body heat and temptation. âYou look flushed.â He didnât respond. Just swallowed hard, eyes dropping, not even meaning to, and landing directly on the slope of your chest, the hem of your crop top lifting slightly as you tilted toward him.
He grabbed the laptop. Tried to hold it to his chest like a shield. âThanks⊠Iâll uhâŠ. return this tomorrow.â You stepped closer. âYou sure you donât want a drink?â you asked again, voice soft now. Syrupy. âI could give you⊠something cold. Or warm, if you prefer thatâŠâ
He dropped the laptop. Caught it midair with a flailing, gasped curse and clutched it tighter. Your eyes sparkled. âIâŠ. I gotta go,â he stammered, already backing toward the door. âIâve got practice, andâŠ. uhâŠ. stuff.â
You just smiled. âOf course,â you said sweetly. âSay hi to Mingi for me.â And just as he turned the knob, hand trembling, hoodie sticking to the back of his neck from the sweat gathering? You added, casual as anything, âOh, and Yunho?â
He turned, barely keeping his eyes on your face. Your smirk was lethal. âNext time you watch our videoâŠâ You licked the condensation off your glass rim, slow, deliberate. âTry not to bite your lip so hard. You might draw blood.â
The studio door slammed open so hard it bounced off the stopper. Mingi didnât even flinch. He was leaning back in the chair, socked feet propped on the edge of the desk, slowly chewing a piece of gum as Yunho stormed in, practically seething.
The laptop slammed onto the desk with enough force to make the water bottle next to it jump. âYou told her.â Mingi blinked. âTold who what?â
âDonât play stupid,â Yunho snapped, voice low, shaky with everything he was trying not to say. âYou told her I watched the video. That IâŠ. fucking came to it, didnât you?â Mingi stared at him for a long second, then smirked wide. âAnd did she tease you?â he asked, voice calm, like this was the weather report. âDid she make you squirm a little, maybe show some skin, look at you like she didnât know, but she did?â
Yunho looked like he might combust. âThatâs not the point!â
âItâs exactly the point.â Mingi dropped his feet and stood, circling the desk slowly, looking at his best friend like he was studying a particularly interesting animal on the verge of snapping.
âYou know what the best part is?â Mingi said, voice going low, amused. âShe didnât even have to try that hard, did she? Just smiled. Stood too close. Said your name like she was thinking about it. And now youâre in here, losing your goddamn mind.â
Yunho opened his mouth, then closed it again. His jaw clenched. His hands fisted at his sides. âYou think I didnât notice?â Mingi went on, stepping closer. âYou think I havenât seen the way you look at her when sheâs laughing? When she leans over in those little tops and you pretend to look away too fast?â
Yunhoâs throat worked. âMingi, I would neverâŠâ
âI know,â Mingi interrupted. âThatâs the thing. Youâd never make a move. Youâd never say a word. But you want her.â Silence. Yunhoâs fingers twitched. Mingi leaned in. âDo you want to fuck her?â
Yunhoâs breath hitched, barely audible as Mingi stepped even closer. âBecause you can. But I want to hear you say it.â Yunho looked up, eyes burning, guilt and lust and need all cracking through the calm heâd tried to hold on to.
âYou think I donât hate myself for it?â he said finally, voice quiet, tight. âYou think I havenât tried to stop? Iâm your best friend, Mingi.â
âAnd sheâs my girlfriend,â Mingiâs tone was unreadable. âBut Iâm also not blind. And Iâm definitely not threatened.â That stunned Yunho into silence as Mingi leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed now, gaze steady. âShe noticed it too, by the way,â he added. âBefore I ever said anything. Said you look at her like youâre trying not to fall apart.â
Yunho ran a hand through his hair, pacing now. âThis is fucked up.â
âIs it?â Mingi asked, smirking again. âOr is it just honest?â A pause of silence and Mingi pushed off the desk and walked up to him, slow, deliberate, until they were chest to chest. âYou want to fuck her?â he repeated, voice low and dead serious now. âThen ask yourself the better questionâŠâ
Yunhoâs breath caught as Mingiâs eyes sharpened. âDo you want to fuck her more than you want to pretend you donât?â
The apartment was quiet when Mingi slipped in, keys jingling low, door clicking shut behind him. It was past midnight. Exhaustion hung from his shoulders like a heavy coat, but beneath it, under the sweat damp shirt and low buzz of leftover adrenaline, was something darker. Something sharper. Desire.
He toed off his sneakers, the soft scuff of rubber against wood the only sound in the apartment until he saw you. You were standing in the living room , barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white towel. Hair damp, lips still tinted from the heat of your shower, steam trailing from the bathroom behind you like a fog of temptation.
And you smiled. Lazy. Soft. Unknowing. âHey,â you murmured, voice like velvet. âYouâre late.â Mingi didnât answer right away. He walked toward you slowly, shedding his hoodie, eyes drinking in every inch of your towel covered frame. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip as he reached you. âI saw Yunho today,â he said, voice low. You blinked up at him. âYeah?â
âHe stormed into the studio. Shoved the laptop at me. Asked if I told you he watched the video.â You raised an eyebrow, towel clutched just a little tighter at your chest. âAnd did you?â Mingi smirked. âOf course I did.â You tried to look innocent. You failed. He reached out, brushed a drop of water from your collarbone, let his fingers linger there.
âHeâs losing his mind over you,â Mingi murmured, stepping closer. âYou know that, right?â You bit your lip, just barely. âHe didnât say anything.â
âHe didnât have to,â Mingi whispered, voice dropping even lower. âHe looked at me like he was ashamed⊠for wanting whatâs mine.â Your breath caught. âBut heâs not the only one whoâs been hiding shit,â Mingi went on, hand slipping to the knot at your towel. âI know youâve thought about him.â
Your eyes widened as he tugged the knot loose, slow and purposeful. âI see the way you look at him when you think Iâm not watching. The way you smile a little different. Hold hugs a second too long.â The towel dropped. Soft. Soundless. Leaving you standing there bare before him, flushed and quiet, heart hammering in your chest.
Mingiâs eyes were molten. âAnd you know what?â he breathed, stepping so close you could feel the heat of his body. âI donât blame you.â His hand slid down your side, over your hip, anchoring you in place. âYunhoâs a good man. And he wants you bad. But what he doesnât knowâŠâ He leaned in, lips grazing your jaw. âis how wet youâre already getting just thinking about it.â
You whimpered and then a knock sounded at the front door followed by three more. Both of you froze. You turned your head toward the front door. Mingi didnât even flinch.
âThatâll be him.â
You rushed to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, towel forgotten on the floor, knees drawn up, chest bare, arms wrapped tight around yourself, but not because you were cold. No. It was because Mingi had just said something youâd only ever whispered in your own head. Saying how he knew you thought of his best friend. And he wasnât wrong.You had. Too many times. Too late at night. Too long after a hug from Yunho lasted just a second too long. Or when he laughed at something you said like it was the funniest thing in the world. When his hands lingered on your back. When he watched you dance in the kitchen and didnât say a word.
You felt it. That shift. But youâd ignored it. Buried it. Because you loved Mingi. And Mingi was⊠everything. But now he was the one whoâd said it first. And not in jealousy. Not in anger. But like he understood. Like he might even want it too.
From the other side of the bedroom wall, you heard the soft pad of his bare feet on the hardwood as he walked down the hall. The faint creak of the front door opening. âHey,â Mingiâs voice. Low. Even. Not surprised. Yunho didnât respond right away. You held your breath. Mingi let the silence sit. Heavy. Tense. Then he stepped aside. âYou gonna stand there all night or are you coming in?â
Another beat of silence followed. Then footsteps. Heavy. Controlled. Intentional. You curled your fingers into the comforter beneath you as you heard the door shut, the lock click. Mingiâs voice, again, closer now. âShe probably ran to the bedroom.â Still quiet. No laughter. No sarcasm. Just weight.
You could almost feel Yunho hesitating on the other side of the wall, just feet from the doorway. Like he was trying to catch his breath. Trying to hold onto the last shred of control he had left. You turned, slowly, breath stuck somewhere between your lungs and your throat.
The bedroom door creaked open and Yunho stood in the doorway, backlit by the soft hallway light. Black hoodie. Joggers. Jaw tight. His eyes swept over you in an instant, bare, flushed, wrecked from the conversation before and everything about him shifted. His breath caught. Your name barely made it past his lips. âFuck.â
You didnât cover yourself. Didnât speak. Didnât move. And Yunho? He just stood there. Eyes full of something wild. Something raw. Something that said, I canât pretend anymore.
Yunho had imagined this moment a hundred times. No, fantasized. Late at night, in silence, in showers, in the back corner of the dance studio while his mind wandered and guilt crawled down his spine. Heâd imagined your face twisted in pleasure, your lips wrapped around his dick, your body writhing beneath his touch, but none of it came close to this. Nothing came close to the real thing.
Because now? You were right there. Sitting on the edge of the bed, backlit by the bedside lamp, skin flushed and damp from a recent shower. Naked. Unbothered. Looking at him like you knew every single dirty thought heâd ever had. And you werenât afraid of it. You welcomed it.
He hadnât realized he was holding his breath until Mingi walked in behind him, moving like he had all the time in the world. Yunho tensed instinctively, but Mingi only smirked as he walked past, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing Yunhoâs arm as he stepped further into the room.
âI was right,â Mingi said, voice low, calm. âYou want each other.â
Yunho swallowed hard, but didnât deny it. He couldnât. Mingi turned to face them both now, standing at the foot of the bed, eyes locked on Yunho first, then you. And his voice softened just slightly. âAnd thatâs okay.â His eyes glittered with something possessive. But not jealous. Not threatened. Just⊠aware. Deeply, intimately aware.
âYouâre my best friend,â he said to Yunho. Then to you, softer, âYouâre my girlfriend.â And then, back to both of you. âIn a way⊠youâre both mine.â
Yunhoâs breath hitched. Your thighs pressed together. Something electric hung in the air, thick and humming. âBut tonight?â Mingi continued, walking to the nightstand. He pulled open the drawer. Grabbed the GoPro. The same GoPro. The one that changed everything. âI donât want to be in it.â He turned it over in his hands, checked the battery, powered it on. The red light blinked once, bright and ready. âI want to watch.â
Yunhoâs eyes widened. His stomach dropped, then flipped. His dick twitched in his pants. Not just watch. Film. Mingi looked at him, completely serious now, voice lower. âI want to see what you do to her when you finally stop pretending.â
He turned the camera on and set it on the dresser across from the bed, tilting the angle, just like before. The red light blinked again. Recording. Then he backed away, sat in the chair in the corner of the room, legs spread, one arm slung across the back, the other resting lazily on his thigh.
âYou want her, Yunho?â he asked, eyes dark. âThen show me.â
Yunho couldnât move at first. Not when the camera started recording. Not when Mingi sat down, legs wide, the perfect calm storm in the corner. And definitely not when you stood up, completely bare, back straight, eyes locked on him. Your steps were slow. Deliberate. And you didnât look away.
You didnât cover yourself. Didnât ask for reassurance. You just approached, like you were meant to. Like this was always going to happen. And YunhoâŠ.. he stopped breathing. Every nerve in his body lit up the moment you reached him. Your hands slid up his chest, fingertips dragging over the fabric of his hoodie, soft and slow, like you were mapping him out for the first time. Or like youâd been imagining it just as long as he had.
âStill with me?â you whispered, voice warm, barely heard over the pounding in his ears. Yunho nodded, but it felt like a lie. Because he wasnât with you, he was losing his damn mind because of you. Already unraveling and you hadnât even kissed him yet.
Your hands moved to his waist. Tugged gently at his hoodie. âOff.â He obeyed. Pulled it over his head, hands trembling slightly, the air feeling too cold against his overheated skin. You tossed it aside and pressed your palms flat to his stomach, dragging them up slowly, across the planes of his chest, over his shoulders, around the back of his neck.
And then You kissed him. Soft at first. Gentle. And thatâs what broke him. Because heâd imagined this so many times. Had dreamt of what your mouth would feel like, of how youâd taste, how youâd sigh into him and the real thing was infinitely worse. Because now he knew. Knew your lips were warm and sweet. Knew you kissed like you were hungry but patient. Knew your body was pressed against his and Mingi was watching just a few feet away, and you still didnât stop.
Your fingers found his jaw, your mouth parted slightly, and Yunho let out a quiet, desperate sound. You pulled back just enough to whisper, âCome with me.â Then you took his hand, guiding him toward the bed. Not yanking, not rushing. Leading and Yunho followed. Couldnât do anything else.
He felt like a man being walked off the edge of a cliff and all he could think was finally. You sat on the edge of the mattress first, legs spreading slightly as you pulled him between them. One hand resting lightly on his chest. The other already tugging at the waistband of his pants.
Yunho was shaking. And behind him, the camera was rolling, Mingi voice was cool and low from the corner. âThatâs it. Let me see what youâve been holding back.âYunhoâs eyes dropped to yours. And you looked up like you were about to ruin him.
You tugged him closer between your legs, fingers playing at the waistband of his joggers, and Yunho could barely stand it. Your touch was gentle, but his skin ached. He was so hard it hurt. Throbbing under the cotton, already leaking, already desperate.
You hooked your thumbs under the waistband and slowly pulled them down. His dick sprang free, heavy, flushed, thick and your breath hitched. Yunho watched your eyes go wide for just a second, the way your lips parted. âShit,â you whispered. âYouâreâŠâ You didnât finish the sentence. Didnât need to. Yunho heard it loud and clear.
Bigger than Mingi.
And something about that short little silence, about the way your eyes stayed glued to his dick. like you were already imagining it between your lips, between your legs, stretching you open, broke him. The shame was gone. The guilt burned away. All that was left was need.
When you leaned forward, tongue flicking out to taste the tip, slow, teasing, letting his precum sit on your tongue like candy, Yunhoâs fingers shot to the back of your head. He groaned, low, dark. âNo teasing.â You looked up at him, startled. Then wrecked. Because he was already pushing forward, slow but firm, guiding his dick between your lips with a grip in your hair that had you melting.
âOpen,â he growled, voice rasped and barely human. âWider. You can take it.â Your lips stretched. Jaw aching. But you took it. You fucking took it. Yunhoâs head dropped back as he slid into your mouth, the warmth of you swallowing him making his whole body seize. Your tongue flattened, your throat tightened, and when you moaned around him? He snapped.
âFuck, just like thatâŠâ he hissed, then looked down at you, eyes wild, mouth parted. âYou want to choke on it? Huh? You want me to ruin your throat while he watches?â You whimpered. His hips rolled forward. Once. Twice. Then he started fucking your face. Not slow. Not shy. Messy. Hungry. Filthy.
His hand was tangled tight in your hair, the other on your jaw, guiding you, holding you open as he thrust deeper, harder into your throat. Spit pooled on your chin. Drooled down your chest. His balls slapped against your fingers when you reached to cup them, and Yunho lost any last shred of hesitation.
âYou look so fucking pretty like this,â he groaned, breath ragged. âOn your knees, on camera, drooling for my dick like youâve been waiting for it your whole life.â Your eyes watered. Your thighs pressed together. You moaned around him again and Yunho almost came right there, but forced himself to stop. He pulled out with a wet pop, a thick string of spit and precum still connecting your mouth to his tip.
And when you gasped for air, mascara smudged, chest heaving? Yunho leaned down and grabbed your face with both hands. âYouâre mine tonight. And Iâm not stopping until you forget how anyone else ever fucked you.â
From the corner of the room, the soft whir of the camera kept rolling. And Mingiâs voice, low, rough, sounding wrecked, cut in, âFuck. This is gonna be even better than our video.â
You were trembling when he laid you back. Yunhoâs hands were gentle, controlled, but his mind was anything but. His dick was still soaked from your throat, heavy and aching, but all he could focus on now was the way your thighs spread for him without hesitation. Like you already belonged there.
And fuck, maybe you did.
Your chest was rising fast, skin flushed, lips red and wet. You looked up at him like you didnât know where Yunho had gone, but you liked who was here now. He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, hooked his arms under your thighs and dragged you to the edge until your hips were barely balanced on the mattress.
Yunho exhaled once. Then dove in.
It wasnât just the shock of Yunho eating you out, it was how he did it. There was no warm up. No testing the waters. Just tongue and lips and purpose. He licked through your folds like a man trying to commit your taste to memory. Groaned into your pussy like it was the first real breath heâd taken all night. When he sucked your clit into his mouth with a slow, obscene pop, your whole body arched.
And when you reached for his hair, Yunho didnât flinch. He growled. âKeep your hands there,â he said, voice muffled between your thighs, âand keep your legs open for me.â
And fuck, your hips obeyed.
You tasted sweet. Sweeter than he thought. Wetter than he expected. Needy. Your thighs trembled against his shoulders as he flattened his tongue over your clit again, slow and steady, dragging the tip in tight circles. You let out a gasp, head thrown back, hair spilling over the sheets.
Good. But not enough. He pulled back just slightly, one hand slipping between your thighs, two fingers sliding through your slick folds before pressing in and your body jerked. âStill tight,â he whispered, eyes locked on the way you pulsed around him. âYouâre gonna come just from this, arenât you?â
You whimpered, hips grinding into his hand. He curled his fingers, once, twice, and your moan cracked open in the middle. Yunho sucked your clit again, timed it with every stroke of his fingers, until you were begging, nearly chanting, barely coherent. âYunhoâŠ. please⊠Iâm gonnaâŠ. fuckâŠ. please!â
He pulled back, fingers still inside you. You let out a broken cry. âNo,â he said firmly, licking up your slit one more time without giving you the pressure you needed. âYouâre gonna wait.â
You couldnât believe it. Yunho, sweet, funny Yunho, had you spread open, two fingers fucking into you slow and deep while he denied your orgasm like heâd done it a hundred times before. And it wasnât just good. It was perfect. You were dripping. Twitching. The denial only making it worse.
And when you cried out again, he added a third finger. Your hands flew to the sheets, gasping like heâd punched the air from your lungs. âLook at you,â he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and filth. âMingiâs been holding out on me.â You were ruined. And he loved it.
He fucked you slowly with three fingers now, watching the way your body tensed and fluttered around them. Your moans were broken, high and helpless. âI could make you come right now,â he whispered, dragging his lips along your inner thigh, âbut I donât want you coming on my fingers.â
He kissed your clit once, barely, and pulled his hand back completely and your whole body shook in protest. âYunhoâŠâ
âYouâre gonna come,â he said, standing now, looking down at you, dick hard and gleaming between you, âwhen I fuck you.â And from the chair in the corner, Mingiâs voice, low, breathless, completely wrecked already. âSheâs ready.â
Yunho stood at the edge of the bed, bare now, every inch of him carved and hungry, dick standing thick and flushed between his abs and the shadow of his thighs. He was beautiful in the worst way, like a ruin you wanted to crawl into. All that soft, dimpled warmth he usually carried was gone. What remained was a man stripped down to nothing but want.
And all of it? For you. He moved in without a word, climbing onto the mattress and settling between your legs, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your knee, your inner thigh, then your stomach. You gasped, arching into him as his hands slid up your sides, large and grounding, holding you like something heâd been aching to have in his grasp for years.
When he reached your chest, he didnât hesitate. He licked, sucked, bit, gently, until you were breathless again, your fingers threading through his hair. But he wasnât done. Without warning, Yunho grabbed you by the hips and flipped you with effortless strength, your body landing against the pillows, and him right behind you, back now propped against the headboard, dick glistening between them.
He pulled you into his lap, back to chest, his thick thighs caging you in, his hands everywhere. One slid up to your throat. The other spread your legs wide, leaving you completely open, completely vulnerable, and seated perfectly against the length of his dick.
Yunhoâs mouth was right by your ear now, voice low and electric. âRight here,â he whispered, dragging the head of his dick between your folds, smearing your slick up and down. âThis is where I want you.â And then his eyes flicked up, across the room. To Mingi. Still in the chair. Still watching.
Yunho smirked. âPick up the camera.â Mingi didnât move for a moment, stunned, maybe, or just aroused past speech. But then his hand twitched. He stood slowly, chest rising and falling, and walked across the room, the red light blinking steadily as he lifted the camera into both hands.
Yunho adjusted his grip on your thighs, spreading them just a little further as his dick slid through the dripping mess between your legs. âMake sure you get everything,â he said, staring straight into the lens. âSheâs not yours tonight.â His voice dipped, full of power and possession and something dangerously intimate. âSheâs mine.â
Yunhoâs arms locked around you, one gripping your thigh, the other spread across your waist, hand splayed wide beneath your ribs. You were flushed, panting, legs spread across his lap, slick soaking his dick as he ran it through your folds again⊠and again⊠and again. Not entering. Not yet. Just teasing. Tormenting.
The head of his cock tapped your clit, made your hips twitch, made your hands grip his thighs beneath you and still, he didnât give it to you.
From the other side of the room, Mingi shifted the camera, silent, focused, adjusting the angle to frame you both perfectly. The lens caught everything, the twitch of legs, the tension in Yunhoâs arms, the heavy weight of his dick dragging between your folds, leaving trails of slick behind.
âYou hear that?â Yunho murmured in your ear, voice low and feral. The slick, wet sound of your pussy against his dick was obscene. You whimpered, barely able to nod. Yunhoâs hand left your waist and slid down, between your thighs, two fingers rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit while his dick kept sliding just below.
You gasped, loud. And Yunho smirked. âLook at her,â he said to the camera, pressing harder, watching your body twitch. âAlready coming apart. And I havenât even fucked her yet.â Mingi groaned behind the lens as you tried to grind down, tried to take him, your hips rolling forward, chasing his dick, but Yunho grabbed your waist again and held you still. âNo.â
You whimpered, growing impatient. âYunhoâŠâ
âYou come when I say,â he breathed into your ear. âNot a second before.â He tapped your clit once more, twice, fingers fast and light, sending you straight into a high pitched gasp. Your back arched. Your body trembled. He shifted his hips. Lined up. And pushed in.
Slow. So fucking slow.
âHoly fuck,â he growled as he sank into you, inch by inch, your walls stretching around him like he was made for you. Your hands flew to his thighs. Your eyes fluttered shut. Your mouth dropped open around a soundless moan. âEyes open, baby,â Yunho whispered against your neck. âLook at the camera. Let him see how you look when someone else stretches you.â
Mingi cursed behind the camera, low, breathless as you did as you were told. Head turned just enough, eyes fluttering open, barely holding on as Yunho filled you to the hilt and held you there, deep, unmoving. âRide me,â he ordered, one hand sliding up to grip your throat, not tight, just firm enough to control. âNice and slow. Let him see every inch.â
You began to move. Rocking forward. Lifting your hips. Letting his dick drag out of you slowly, then sinking back down again. Your ass met his thighs with a wet slap, and Yunho groaned, hands gripping tight as he guided your pace. âThatâs it,â he hissed. âTake it. Take every fucking inch, just like that.â
The camera zoomed closer, capturing the slick shine coating his dick and the white ring of milky cream as you rode him, capturing the tremble in your thighs, the glazed look in your eyes.
Yunho tilted his head, watching you. Watching Mingi watch you. âSheâs never coming back from this.â
You were trembling, but you werenât stopping. Your palms were planted on Yunhoâs thighs, fingers digging into the hard muscle, using his body as your anchor. And Yunho, god, Yunho was gone. Jaw clenched, eyes locked on the place where your bodies met, his hands gripping your hips like he didnât know whether to let you keep going or flip you and lose control entirely.
You were moving like you wanted to own him. Not just up and down, but left, right, forward, back. Grinding slow, rolling your hips, then sinking all the way down and rocking against his base like you needed every inch deep. Wet sounds filled the room. Your thighs were coated. His dick glistened. Every movement you made was a symphony of slick and want.
And behind the camera? Mingiâs voice broke through, low, rough, wrecked. âThatâs right, baby,â he breathed, completely focused on the frame. âTake it. Let him feel all of you.â You whimpered, your head tipping back slightly, mouth open, hips stuttering from the stimulation. You heard him. You were performing for him now. But your body? Your body was riding for yourself.
âFuck,â Yunho groaned, his voice strained. âYou feel soâŠ.tight⊠youâre gonna make me come if you keep moving like that.â But you didnât stop. You sped up.Yunhoâs thighs tensed beneath you as you rode him harder now, fucking yourself onto his dick, ass slapping down with every thrust, hands slipping slightly on his sweat slicked skin.
âLook at that,â Mingi murmured behind the lens. âLook at the way she grinds on you like sheâs been dreaming about it.â Yunho had dreamed about it. Every fucking night since he saw the video. And now you were here, real, soaked, spread wide in his lap, working him like he belonged to you.
âKeep going, baby,â Mingi coached, voice hoarse. âHeâs close. I can see it in his face.âYunho groaned again, his hands grabbing your hips tighter. But then you looked at him, eyes wild, face flushed, hair clinging to your neck. âTell me,â you whispered breathlessly. âTell me whose it isâ
Yunhoâs head dropped to her shoulder, his voice torn from somewhere primal. âItâs yours. FuckâŠ. itâs always been yours!â You were close. Your body betrayed you, hips rolling, breath ragged, thighs clenching around Yunhoâs waist as you bounced back on his dick, chasing another orgasm like you were made for it.
But Yunho? Yunho had other plans. He grunted, low, sharp and lifted you off him, your slick dripping down the length of his dick as he laid your back on the sheets, flipping you like a man with a mission. You gasped as your spine hit the mattress, your legs instinctively spreading for him, needy, trembling. âYunhoâŠâ
âShhh,â he rasped, leaning over you, guiding one of your legs around his waist, the other hoisted high over his shoulder. âLet me.â His dick still flushed, leaking, aching, pressed right against your clit. Not inside. Not yet. He began to rub. Slow. Hard. Deliberate. The thick head of his dick slid through your folds, dragging over your clit again and again, sending sparks up your spine with each pass. Your hands flew to the sheets, to his arms, to anywhere you could grab, because your body was coming undone.
âThatâs it,â Yunho murmured, staring down at your wrecked expression. âThatâs what I want. Come for me like this.â And you did. You cried out, your whole body jolting as your clit throbbed against his dick, heat washing through you like lightning. But Yunho didnât stop. While you were still shaking, still gasping from the release, his hand slid between you, two fingers plunging deep into you.
âYunho!â
He fucked into you hard, fast, curling deep, pumping you open as you writhed beneath him. Your orgasm was still happening and already he was dragging you toward another. âLook at her,â he growled toward Mingi, who was silent behind the camera now, breath unsteady. âLook at how she falls apart for me.â
He added a third finger. Curled them up into that spot that made you scream. Your back arched clean off the bed as you squirted. It hit his hand. His arm. His chest. Soaking the sheets beneath you in wave after wave as Yunho kept thrusting through it, riding out your high like a storm he didnât want to end.
âFuck yes,â he groaned, utterly wrecked. âGive it to me, fucking soak me, baby.â He dropped his mouth to your pussy. No hesitation. Just tongue and lips and filthy desperation as he licked you clean, licked you through the mess, through your twitching thighs, through the overstimulation that made you scream and sob and grab at his hair like you couldnât survive one more second.
But he didnât stop. He ate you like it was his job. Like he hadnât been fed in weeks. And when your legs finally gave out, trembling and slick, your body wrung out beneath him, Yunho sat up, glowing, glistening, panting. âYouâre still not done.â
Yunho pulled himself from her soaked pussy slowly, just for a second, only to guide himself right back in. This time, he didnât rush. He sank in deep. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, trembling as they locked behind his back, pulling him in like you never wanted him to leave. And Yunho, sweaty, panting, raw with need, bent forward and caught your wrists in his hands.
You reached up for him. And he gave them. Your fingers interlocked. Bodies locked. Breath tangled. He started moving again, deep, slow thrusts, dragging his dick against every inch inside you that made you shake.
Behind you, the camera kept rolling. And Mingi? He was right there. Framing the moment. Breathing heavily. His hands steady even as his restraint frayed. Yunho didnât take his eyes off you. âGet that shot,â he said to Mingi, voice guttural. âSheâs creaming all over me.â
And, oh, you were. Every thrust left a mess between you, slick dripping from you to the sheets, his dick glistening with it every time he pulled back only to press back in, harder, deeper. Yunhoâs hand left yours and slid up your body and wrapped it around your throat. Firm. Possessive. Not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who had you now.
âDonât come yet,â he growled, his hips starting to piston harder now. âNot until I do. You hold it, baby. You hold it for me.â Your whimper cracked in your throat. Your legs tightened. Your hands dug into his. He fucked into you faster, still deep, still relentless, chest pressing into yours, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room now. The bed shifted beneath you, the air thick with sweat and want and claiming.
âYunhoâŠ. pleaseâŠ. pleaseâŠ.â You sobbed.
âNot yet.â His thrusts stuttered. Once. Twice.
Then he buried himself deep with a groan that vibrated down your spine. âNow,â he breathed. âCome with me.â
And you shattered. Your pussy clamped down around him, pulling him in deeper as your orgasm tore through you. And Yunho, eyes shut, jaw clenched, came with you, groaning low as he emptied inside, filling you full with every last desperate pulse.
They clung to each other, bodies slick and trembling, both wrecked, both gasping.
Yunho didnât pull out right away. He pressed his forehead to yours, hand still around your throat, still holding you in place like he couldnât let go yet.
Until, slowly, he eased out. A flood of his cum followed. Dripping from between your thighs, down to the sheets, thick and messy. And Mingi?
Still holding the camera, breath shaky, eyes locked on the mess heâd just watched happen.
He stepped forward. With one hand still filming, he reached out with the other. Two fingers. He slid them between your folds, gathering up the creamy mixture of both your orgasm and Yunhoâs seed, swiping through the mess until you twitched from overstimulation.
Then, without a word, he pushed it back into you. Deep. Just like he had done to you in the original video. You gasped. And then, he brought his fingers to your mouth. Still glistening. Still warm. âOpen,â he said softly. You did. Lips parting, tongue out, your eyes fluttering shut as you took his fingers in slowly, licked them clean.
Mingi groaned. Yunho watched, barely breathing. And the camera blinked red. Still rolling. Still catching every second of the filthiest masterpiece theyâd ever made.
The lights were low in the studio. Mingi sat front and center, laptop open, cables everywhere, bouncing his leg like a kid on too much caffeine and not enough sleep. Hongjoong leaned forward, one arm on the table, nodding to the beat as the track started.
The others lounged in various states of distraction. San on the floor. Wooyoung texting. Jongho half asleep with his hood up. Yeosang squinting at lyrics like they might personally insult him. Seonghwa scrolling on his phone.
And Yunho? Yunho sat there trying not to combust. Because the track Mingi queued up was titled, Masterpiece_Demo_v3.wav.
And Yunho already knew what it was about. Heâd helped write it. Not with a pen. With his body. With your moans.
He swallowed hard, jaw tight, heart thudding in his chest. The beat dropped. Heavy bass. Sultry synth. R&B. That slow, low hum that sounded exactly like the pace Yunho had set while fucking you against the living room mirror.
And then came the chorus: âPaint it, paint it, left, right, up and down
Come write your name for me (Name for me)
Make it a masterpiece, yeah (Woah)â
Yunhoâs face went hot. Hongjoong bobbed his head. âThis is fire.â
âOh, we know,â Mingi said, grinning. Yunho side eyed him. Mingi caught it. And winked as the outro started.
âLeft to right, move it up and down (Oh)
We can take all night, move it 'round and 'round
From left to right, move it up and down (Oh)
We can take all night, move it 'round and 'round, woahâ
San blinked. âDamn. This is kinda⊠sensual?â Wooyoung made a face. âKind of? This is sex with a beat drop.â
âI like it,â Yeosang murmured. âItâs mature. Dark. Emotional. But also veryâŠâ He paused and Seonghwa finished for him. âDetailed.â
Yunho was trying not to move. Trying not to remember the way you had looked the night before, when Mingi had whispered, âCream on him, baby.â And Yunho had groaned, into your throat.
They hadnât stopped since that first night. It wasnât a one time thing. Somehow, in the weeks that followed, Yunho had gone from guest star to permanent cast member, sleeping in your bed, taking turns eating you out while Mingi held your hands, fucking you with the camera on and off, loving you both with terrifying intensity.
And now the entire group was about to sing a song about your sex life. Their sex life. Yunho couldnât breathe as Mingi leaned over and whispered. âThink theyâll guess itâs your moan I sampled in the second chorus?â
Yunho shot him a look so sharp, it couldâve sliced tape. Mingi just grinned wider. âRelax,â he added, tapping his foot to the beat. âYouâre our best kept secret.â And the hook hit. Low. Dirty. Full of rhythm and hunger and exactly the pace Mingi had filmed that night, your body bouncing in Yunhoâs.
The studio speakers thumped. Hongjoong turned to Mingi, nodding slow. âThis the title track?â Mingi smiled, all teeth.
- pairings ê° jake sim (enhypen) đ€ chubby short fem!reader
ê° for as long as jake can remember, heâs been obsessed with his best friendâher body, her laugh, her everything. after months of pining and filthy daydreams, a frat party dares them past the point of no return.
- g ; smut đ college au đ best friends to lovers đ party đ mutual pining
warnings ê° smut đ explicit sexual content (18+) đ oral (f receiving) đ rough sex đ dirty talk (very explicit) đ body worship đ size kink đ jealousy/protectiveness đ unprotected sex đ cumplay/creampie đ breeding kink language đ public tension đ possessive!jake đ heavy pining đ light manhandling đ light marking/bruising đ mild dubcon vibes (very tipsy/party atmosphere, all consensual) đ best friend dynamic đ
âDonât be weird. Donât stare at her ass when she bends over. Donât imagine her bouncing on your dick while youâre supposed to be studying for econ.â
And every day, he fails.
Itâs a stupid Tuesday, sunlight spilling in stripes across the worn floor of their shitty off-campus apartment. Heeseung and Jay are already fighting over the shower. Jakeâs sprawled across the battered futon, barely awake, when you come inâhair wild, cheeks pink, your body poured into a pair of tight leggings and an oversized hoodie that rides up every time you move.
He tries not to look. He fails spectacularly.
You kick off your sneakers and pad into the kitchen, humming some stupid TikTok song, grabbing a Pop-Tart from the box. Your hips swayâJakeâs mouth goes dry. You stretch up to grab a mug, shirt lifting, and he can see the soft bulge of your lower stomach, your bare skin where the waistband bites in. He swallows, throat tight. His cock twitches, traitorous.
âMorning, loser,â you say, smirking at him over your shoulder, not noticing the way he stares. Or maybe you do. Sometimes you look right at him, chin tipped up, eyes glittering with mischiefâhe never knows if youâre just being a brat or if you know exactly what you do to him.
âMorning,â he croaks, trying not to look directly at your ass as you lean over the counter. But his eyes are gluedâhe canât help it, not when the fabric stretches over every curve, not when he can almost imagine himself behind you, grinding up against the back of your thighs.
He gets up and stands behind you, pretending to look for cereal. He can smell youâsomething sweet, like the lotion you use, warm skin and vanilla. He aches to press his face into your neck, to slide his arms around your belly and drag you back into him, to feel the soft plushness of you pressed to his front.
Instead, he grabs a spoon and tries to focus on breakfast, but all he can think about is the way your thighs press together, the way your hips would feel under his hands, how your ass would look bouncing if he fucked you from behind.
He feels filthy, just thinking it. But he canât stop.
Later, you sprawl across his bed in your dorm, one leg hanging off, tank top riding up. You laugh at his playlist, call him a dork for liking sad indie boys, toss a pillow at his face. He catches it and tosses it back, just to see your tits jiggle under your shirt when you flop back.
You snuggle up to him, head on his shoulder, soft belly pressing to his side, your arm sliding over his chest like itâs the most natural thing in the world. He tries to stay calm, tries to play it cool, but his cock is swelling in his jeans, his breath coming quick and shallow. You donât notice. Or you pretend not to. Either way, it kills him.
Heeseung bursts in, sees you both tangled up and grins. âAgain? Should I just leave you two alone orâŠ?â
You giggle, hiding your face in Jakeâs chest, and he feels your hot breath through the thin cotton of his shirt. His heart thuds. He has to shift his hips, try to hide the bulge, biting the inside of his cheek so he doesnât make a noise.
It always starts the same: Heeseung snoring, Jay muttering to himself, the moon high outside their thin curtains. Jake lies awake, phone clutched in sweaty hands, scrolling through your socials. You, biting into a huge burger, sauce on your chin. You in that stupid short skirt at the Halloween party, thighs on display, tits pushed up by your bra. You, in his sweatshirt, flashing a peace sign and pouting, mouth all glossy and wet.
His hand slips under the covers, finds his aching cock, already leaking for you. He tries to be quiet, but his breath shudders out of him, head spinning as he closes his eyes and lets the fantasies eat him alive.
He imagines you climbing onto his lap, those thick thighs straddling him, warm skin and softness everywhere. He sees you grinding down, teasing him with your hips, your eyes dark and hungry.
âYou like that, Jakey? I can feel how hard you areâŠâ
He strokes himself slow, imagining your hand on him insteadâyour palm, soft and small, wrapping around his length. He pictures you gasping, eyes wide as you realize just how badly he wants you, how desperate he is.
He wants you to see him like this. Wants you to know youâre the reason he canât sleep. That every time you cuddle up and tug his shirt down, every time you stretch and your tits spill out of your bra, every time you eat ice cream with a tiny moan at every bite, youâre driving him insane.
He strokes faster, thumb circling the tip, hips rutting up into his fist. He imagines you sucking him off, drool running down your chin, tits out, nipples hard. Heâd fist your hair, guide your mouth, tell you how fucking gorgeous you look choking on him. He wonders if youâd be greedy, messyâif youâd let him cum all over your tongue and swallow, looking up at him with ruined lips.
He whimpers, bites his pillow, desperate not to wake the guys.
Sometimes, he imagines you naked, sprawled on his bed, thighs spread, fingers buried in your own cunt, moaning his name as you cum for him. Other nights, youâre on top of him, riding him slow, soft belly bouncing with every thrust, tits swaying, hair wild. He wants to squeeze your hips, watch your face as you fall apart, hear you beg for more.
His orgasm builds sharp and hot, his entire body tensing as he fucks up into his own hand, your name breaking out of him, barely more than a whimper. He cums hard, mess spilling over his stomach, cock twitching as he bites down on his own knuckles.
After, he lies there, sticky and spent, heart pounding, guilt gnawing at him. He wipes himself off, staring at the ceiling, wishing you knew how much he wanted you. Wishing he could be betterâless of a perv, more of a friend. But tomorrow, he knows, heâll do it all over again. He canât stop. Heâs obsessed.
You call him one night, voice low, soft with sleep. âJake? Can I come over? Jihyo brought a guy home and theyâre⊠loud.â
He says yes before you finish the sentence. You show up five minutes later in tiny shorts and a big shirt, hair in a messy bun, eyes shining. You crawl into his bed like itâs yours, cold feet pressing to his shins, arm flung over his stomach.
Heâs hyperaware of every inch of you. Your warm breath in his ear, your soft tits pressed to his side, your thick thigh thrown over his hip. Heâs hard already, tries to shift away, but you mumble, âDonât move. Youâre comfy.â
He freezes, cock throbbing under the covers. He prays you canât feel it, but you wriggle closer, nuzzling into his chest, your hand sliding under his shirt to rest on his bare stomach. He shivers.
You sigh, melting into him. âYouâre warm. You always smell good.â
His brain stutters. He wants to roll you onto your back, slide down and bury his face in your pussy, make you sob his name. He wants to flip you over, spread your thighs, lick and suck until youâre shaking. He wants to fuck you so slow and deep you canât even remember your own name.
Heâs so hard itâs painful.
You drift off, breathing slow and even, drooling a little on his collarbone. Jake stares at the ceiling, cock pulsing, every nerve lit up. He imagines sliding your shorts down, cupping your ass, licking up your inner thigh until you wake up whimpering.
But he doesnât move. He canât. Heâs your friend. He canât fuck this up.
When you finally slip out of his room, he rushes to the bathroom, locks the door, yanks his boxers down and fucks his fist rough and desperate. He thinks about your soft body, your taste, your voice, the way youâd sound moaning for him.
He cums hard, biting back your name, forehead pressed to the cold tile, legs shaking.
Jake lives for the little things: the way you giggle when youâre tipsy, how you crawl into his lap at parties, your sleepy voice at 3 a.m., your head on his shoulder during movie nights, the way your whole body shakes when you laugh.
He loves the way you eatâshameless, greedy, licking your fingers, crumbs on your chest. He watches the way you lick ice cream off a spoon, tongue swirling, lips sticky. He fantasizes about you licking his cock the same way, greedy and messy, moaning around the head.
Sometimes, you tease himâinnocent, but deadly. Sitting in his lap, bouncing as you reach for the remote, not noticing the way his hands grip your hips, trying to keep you steady. Or maybe you do notice. He can never tell.
You steal his hoodies, stretch out his shirts, call him your âbig teddy bear.â He wants to tell you heâd let you do anythingâwants you to wrap your thighs around his head, wants you to ride his face, wants to hear you scream for him. He wants to make you feel so good you never look at anyone else.
But he doesnât say it. He jerks off every night instead, hating himself for how much he loves you.
Itâs another movie night. Jayâs passed out on the floor, Heeseungâs snoring on the couch. Youâre half asleep, curled up in Jakeâs lap, wearing nothing but a tank top and little shorts. Your thigh is pressed to his crotch, your hand resting on his chest.
Heâs rock hard, so hard it hurts, but youâre asleep, so he just sits there, sweating, biting his lip, trying not to rut up against you. He lets his hand rest on your waist, thumb tracing circles on your soft skin. He canât help it. He imagines you waking up, looking at him all sleepy and needy, rolling your hips down and grinding on his cock.
He wants to wake you, wants to flip you over and fuck you right here, right now, with the others asleep just a few feet away. He wants you to scream for him, cry for him, beg for him.
Instead, he strokes your side, slow and gentle, memorizing the way your body feels, the way your belly is so soft under his palm, the way your ass fits perfectly in his lap.
When you finally wake up, you stretch, shirt riding up, tits bouncing. âMmm, sorry, Jake. Did I crush your legs?â
He laughs, voice shaky. âNah. Youâre perfect.â
You grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and heâs dizzy with it.
That night, he jerks off twice, fist flying, thinking about you half-naked and needy, grinding down on his cock, tits bouncing, mouth open in a perfect âO.â He imagines cumming all over your belly, painting your skin, hearing you gasp and moan for him.
Jake canât get your body out of his head. He spends the whole next day in a daze, every touch of your hand or flash of your skin replaying in endless, filthy loops. He sees you in everything: the girl bending over in the dining hall, the curves of someone walking by in a skirt, even just the innocent flash of skin when a breeze lifts someoneâs shirt. But nobody does it for him like you. Nobodyâs ever made him this insane, not even close.
He wants you so fucking bad it makes him restless. He tries to jerk off in the shower after class, but it only makes it worseâhe canât even get himself off without whispering your name, without picturing you grinding down on his cock, tits spilling out, that bratty little smile on your lips. He tries to bite back a moan but it slips out anyway, a strangled, needy sound that echoes off the tile. He cums so fast heâs ashamed of himself, forehead pressed to the cool shower wall, his whole body trembling with it.
Heâs desperate for any excuse to see you againâso when his frat texts about the party, heâs already thinking about you. Itâs a dumb tradition: start-of-semester blowout, cheap beer, sticky floors, music so loud it shakes the walls, and a hundred strangers making out in corners. Jake never cared about these before, but tonight he wants you there more than anything. He wants to show you off. He wants to keep you closeâwants to see what youâll wear, wants to see how many people stare.
He texts you as soon as heâs back in his room, legs still a little shaky from his second shower jerk-off of the day:
- yo you coming to the party at ours tomorrow? itâs gonna be huge, everyoneâs coming, u gotta be there lol
Heâs so casual itâs embarrassing. He wants to text something dirtierâwants to ask if youâll wear that tiny skirt, wants to beg you to sit in his lap all night. Instead, he throws his phone onto his bed, runs a hand over his face, tries to ignore the ache in his cock.
You reply almost instantly:
- [ y/n ] - obviouslyyy iâm coming! i gotta show everyone how hot i am lmao. iâll dress sexy just for u, jake ;)
Jake reads it three times, jaw clenching. His cock gives a humiliating twitch, thick and heavy in his boxers, already leaking just from the thought. âFuck,â he mutters, pressing his fist to his mouth. He shouldnât be this gone just from a text. But the image wonât leave himâyour voice in his ear, your tits out, shorts riding up, grinding against him in front of everyone. He pictures your ass in tight fabric, bouncing as you walk up his steps, your thighs squeezing together as you sit on his lap, sweat and perfume and warm, perfect skin everywhere.
He canât stop himself. He sinks down onto his bed, slides his hand under his waistband, lets his mind spiral. He imagines you walking into the party, all eyes on you, but you only have eyes for him. Heâs so hard it hurtsâhis cock throbs in his hand, thick veins bulging, so needy for you it almost aches. He pictures your chest in a crop top, the swell of your tits threatening to spill out, the way your shorts would cling to every curve. He wonders if youâll wear a bra at all. He wants to know what color your panties are, if youâll let him see them, if youâll press your wet heat right up against his thigh until heâs dizzy from wanting you.
He strokes himself slow, teasing, imagining you teasing him on purposeâsliding into his room before the party starts, whispering in his ear, âThink I look good enough to fuck in this?â Heâd lose his mind. He wants to grab you, pin you to his door, rut against your thick thighs until heâs making a mess all over you, wants to smear your lip gloss with his mouth, wants to leave bruises on your hips so everyone knows youâre his.
His fist works faster. He pictures your pussy, wet and needy, grinding on his lap, your voice all breathy in his ear, âCan you feel how wet I am for you, Jakey?â He imagines you dragging his hand between your legs, making him feel it, your arousal soaking through the thin fabric, the heat of your cunt burning his palm. Heâd die for a tasteâwants to eat you out until your thighs are trembling, wants to hear you sob his name while you ride his tongue, wants to swallow every last drop you give him.
He cums so hard it hurts, whole body arching off the bed, muffling his groan in his pillow so Jay doesnât hear. His cum splatters hot over his stomach and chest, sticky and thick, cock still twitching in his grip. Heâs shaking, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Itâs not enough. Itâll never be enough. He needs you. Heâs so gone for you itâs pathetic.
He canât sleep that night. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees you grinding on some guy at the party, sees you pressed against a wall, someone elseâs hands on your hips. It makes him furious, makes him jealous, makes his cock ache all over again. He wants you all to himself, wants everyone to know youâre his. He knows itâs possessive, but he canât help it.
When he finally drifts off, he dreams about youâyour mouth, your tits, your pussy, your laugh, everything about you warm and soft and sticky against him, all for him.
The next day, he canât focus on anything. He showers twice, jerks off again after lunch, nearly cums in his hand just from the memory of your texts. Heâs so strung out by the time heâs getting ready for the party, he barely knows what to do with himself. He throws on his best jeans, the ones you once called âfuckboy pantsâ because they make his ass look good, and a tight black tee that clings to his chest and arms. He wants to look good for you, wants to see if youâll notice. He keeps checking the clock, palms sweating, heart racing, picturing you in every sexy outfit heâs ever seen on Instagram.
Heeseung is in the kitchen making drinks, Jay is blasting music, and the apartment fills up fastâguys from the soccer team, girls from his bio class, strangers heâs never seen before. The bass thuds through the walls, the whole place hot and pulsing with bodies, sweat, perfume, and booze. Jake barely notices any of it. Heâs watching the door, heart in his throat, palms slick, waiting for you.
And then he sees you.
You walk in like you own the placeâhair down and wild, lips glossed, eyes sparkling with mischief. Youâre wearing tiny black shorts, the kind that leave almost nothing to the imagination, tight across your ass and thighs, barely covering anything. Your crop top is white and clings to every curve, the fabric riding high so the whole swell of your soft stomach shows, your tits pushed up and barely contained. The neckline is low, deep enough Jake has to drag his eyes up, swallowing hard just to breathe.
Your thighs are bare and glistening, the soft skin of your inner thighs rubbing together with every step, and for a second Jake just stares, dumbstruck, his mouth hanging open, blood rushing straight to his cock. Heâs hard instantly, so hard itâs fucking humiliating, his jeans tight and uncomfortable, pre-cum leaking out just from the sight of you.
You spot him across the room, a slow, dirty grin spreading over your lips. You wave, bouncing on your toes, and Jake has to bite his knuckle to keep from groaning. His mind goes blankâhe canât remember his own name, canât remember why he cared about anything except getting you alone, getting you out of those clothes, sinking to his knees right in front of everyone and worshiping your body until youâre crying his name.
All he can think is how fucking good you look, how badly he wants to grab you and drag you into his room, slam the door, and just ruin you. He wants to bury his face in your tits, squeeze your ass, grind against your soft, thick body until heâs losing control. He wants to drop to his knees, kiss every inch of your bare skin, leave hickeys across your chest, make you beg for his cock. He wants to fuck you right there against the wall, in front of everyone, just to show youâre his.
His cock throbs, hot and angry, pressing against his zipper. He wants you so bad itâs almost painful, sweat prickling on the back of his neck, breath coming in shallow gasps. He canât take his eyes off your tits, off your thighs, off the way you saunter through the crowd like you know youâre the hottest thing in the building. For a split second, heâs terrified everyone else sees it too, that someone else will get to you first, that youâll leave with someone who isnât him.
But then youâre walking right toward him, eyes locked on his, smile teasing and dangerous. You bite your lip, run your fingers over your crop top, and he swears he almost busts in his jeans right then and there, the pressure almost too much.
You stop in front of him, close enough he can smell your perfume, the sweet warmth of your skin, the sugary tang of your lip gloss.
âHey, Jake,â you say, your voice low and sultry, like you know exactly what youâre doing to him.
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He just stares, heart pounding, cock aching, every muscle tense and ready to snap.
He wants to drag you into his lap, wants to bite your thighs, wants to slide his hand under your shorts and feel how wet you are for him. He wants to fuck you so bad it hurts.
You grin, stepping even closer, until your chest is almost pressed to his, the heat of your body burning through his shirt. You look up at him, lashes fluttering, and he feels dizzyâfeels like he might just lose control, right here, right now, in front of everyone.
You twirl a strand of your hair, voice sweet and innocent, âMiss me?â
Jake almost chokes, staring at your tits, at the swell of your belly above your shorts, at the soft curve of your thighs.
He can barely breathe. Heâs so hard he could cry. He canât move, canât speak, canât do anything but pray he doesnât cum in his pants just from looking at you.
The party is chaos around himâmusic, bodies, heat, the smell of booze and sweatâbut all Jake can see is you. All he wants is you. Every filthy fantasy, every late-night jerk-off session, every desperate, needy ache in his bodyâright now, youâre all of it, every dirty dream come to life.
You look up at him, biting your lip, eyes sparkling, and Jake thinks, God, Iâm so fucked.
The partyâs already in full swing by the time you and Jake break through the crowd to the kitchen, shoulder to shoulder, your body pressed close to his. The air is thick with the smell of booze, sweat, and something sugary-sweet that sticks to Jakeâs tongue. Bass thumps from the living room speakers, shaking the floorboards, and every room is packed: bodies grinding, laughing, shouting over each other. The world blurs around you, but Jake only sees you.
You reach for a red Solo cup, elbow brushing his ribs, your tits pressed right to his side in that crop top. Jake has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaningâhe wants to grab you, pull you into his lap, mark you up so everyone knows who you belong to. The urge to claim youâfuck, itâs almost animal.
You hand him a drink, your fingers brushing his. âYou gonna get wild tonight, Jake?â
He tries to smirk. âOnly if you do.â
You roll your eyes but your smile is wicked, a private joke just for him. Jake watches you throw your head back, downing your drink in three gulps, the line of your throat slick with condensation. His cock jumps, stupidly eager.
You wander off, but youâre never farâevery time he looks up, youâre there: dancing on a couch, talking to Jihyo, giggling in a circle of girls who canât stop glancing at Jake. Heeseung and Jay catch him staring more than once, both of them smirking like they know something he doesnât. The whole room feels hot and wild and sticky, and Jake wants nothing more than to drag you upstairs, lock the door, and finally let himself have you.
Heeseung grabs his arm, already tipsy, eyes sparkling with trouble. âYo, letâs play a game! Everyone in the living room!â
Jakeâs already nervous. He can feel it buildingâsomething big, something dangerous. You fall onto the couch next to him, knees brushing, your bare thigh pressed to his jeans. He tries not to stare, but the way your shorts ride up when you sit, the way your belly spills soft and gorgeous over the waistbandâheâs never wanted anyone so badly in his life.
The room fills up quick: Jihyo, Jay, a couple of frat boys, half the dance team, a random dude Jake vaguely recognizes from calc. The game starts with stupid daresâshotgun a beer, dance on the table, text your ex something stupidâbut Heeseung is prowling, eyes darting between you and Jake.
Jake tries to play it cool. He wants you. He always wants you. But right now, with all these people, with your body heat pressed to his, with your scent in his nose and your laugh in his earsâhe feels dangerous, reckless. He wants to see just how far he can push before you break.
Heeseungâs turn. He gives a lazy smile, glancing from you to Jake, then back to you. âAlright, princess,â he purrs, âTruth or dare?â
You arch a brow, lips curling into a smirk. âDare, obviously. Truth is for cowards.â
The room whoops. Jakeâs pulse pounds in his ears. Heeseung grins, eyes sharp, voice dropping low so it cuts through the noise. âAlright then. I dare you to climb into Jakeâs lap and give him the nastiest kiss you can. Show everyone what youâve got.â
Someone whistles. Jay bursts out laughing. Jake goes stiffâheart hammering, cock swelling, every nerve alive with electricity. Heâs lightheaded with want, shame, terror, and a raw, hungry need.
You donât hesitate. Not even a second.
You stand, cup abandoned, and then youâre movingâswinging a leg over his lap, settling on his thighs. Jake feels it everywhereâthe weight of you, the heat of your bare skin, your shorts riding up so high he can see the crease where your thigh meets your hip, the soft bounce of your tits right at eye level. His hands go instinctively to your hips, squeezing, thumbs digging into the plush flesh above your waistband. He canât stop himself; heâs dizzy, cock throbbing, his whole body reacting before his brain can catch up.
You lean in, fingers sliding up his chest, nails scratching lightly over his shirt. You whisper, âBetter buckle up, golden boy,â right against his lips, breath warm and sweet, and then you kiss him.
Itâs filthy from the first second.
You grind down, your hips shifting in his lap, thick thighs squeezing him. Jake loses himself in it. Your mouth is soft but demanding, lips parting, tongue licking into his with zero hesitation. He tastes beer, strawberry lip gloss, something dark and needy. He groans into your mouth, tilting his head, tongue fucking into you, hands tightening on your waist, dragging you closer.
You rut against him, your pussy pressing right to his bulge, and Jakeâs cock twitches violentlyâheâs so hard he aches, so hard heâs sure you can feel every inch of him under you. His grip on your hips gets greedy, possessive, dragging you down harder, grinding you against the thick line of his cock until he has to bite back a moan.
Your hands slip up, threading through his hair, tugging, tilting his head so you can kiss him deeper, tongue filthy in his mouth. You suck on his lower lip, teeth grazing, and Jake gasps, hips jerking up into you. He canât help it. Heâs lost. He needs more, needs to taste every part of you, needs to get his mouth on your neck, your tits, your pussy, right now.
Your crop top slips higher with every twist, the soft skin of your belly brushing his hands. He wants to yank it up, bury his face in your chest, leave a trail of bites and bruises until youâre marked as his. Your tits bounce with every grind, nipples hard and poking through the thin fabric, so close he could just lean down and mouth at them right there in front of everyone.
The room is whooping, but itâs all background noiseâJake is lost in you, in the taste and feel and sound of you. His hands wander, sliding down your back, over your ass, thumbs digging into the soft, perfect curve of your cheeks through your tiny shorts. He squeezes, unable to stop himself, kneading handfuls of flesh as he drags you over his cock, making sure you feel every inch of how fucking hard he is.
You gasp into his mouth, hips stuttering. Jakeâs heart stutters too, his cock throbbing, pre-cum leaking into his boxers. Heâs so close to busting just from this, just from the way you ride him, the way your tongue dominates his mouth, the way you let him touch you like this with a room full of people watching.
You break away for a second, both of you panting. Your lips are red and slick, your eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. Jake looks wreckedâhair mussed, lips swollen, hands still clutching your waist so tight his knuckles are white. His cock pulses, trapped under you, begging for friction, for your touch, for your pussy.
But you donât give him a break. You smirk, tongue flicking out to taste your lips, then dive back inâkiss him harder, dirtier, grinding down on him like you know exactly what youâre doing, like you want everyone to see how needy you both are. Jake moans this time, low and guttural, hips jerking up into you. He canât hide itâheâs totally gone, ruined, every filthy thought heâs ever had coming true right here, right now.
He slides his hands up your sides, fingers brushing under your top, just skimming the underside of your tits. You shiver, pressing into him, but then you tug back a bitâjust enough that he knows youâre still in control. He chases your mouth, desperate, but you laugh, soft and hot against his lips, and break the kiss.
The whole room erupts. There are whistles, cheers, someone shouting, âGet a room!â but all Jake hears is the blood rushing in his ears, the thundering of his own heartbeat, the echo of your breath in his mouth.
Heeseung is grinning like the devil, eyes shining with satisfaction. âDamn, Jake, didnât know you had it in you! Need a cold shower, man?â The crowd laughs, but Jake canât manage a comebackâheâs too fucked-out, too stunned, hands still on your hips, eyes wide, chest heaving.
You slide off his lap with one last lingering grind, your thigh brushing over the bulge in his jeans. You meet his eyes, smirk cocky, then settle next to him again, legs draped over his lap like itâs your throne. Jakeâs hands hover, unsure, but you just grab his wrist and plant it right on your bare thigh, as if daring him to stop touching you.
Heeseungâs still cackling. âShould we keep playing, or do we need to let Jake take a break?â Jay nudges Jake, teasing, but Jake can barely hear themâheâs stuck in a loop, replaying the way your tongue felt in his mouth, the way your pussy dragged over his cock, the way you let him grab you, squeeze you, touch you like nobody else ever has.
His cock aches, rock hard and leaking, trapped in his jeans. He can smell you on his lips, taste you, feel the ghost of your grind everywhere. Heâs dizzy with it, desperate for more, half-crazy with how much he needs you.
He glances over, just in time to catch you licking your lips, your eyes still blown wide with lust. Your legs are still thrown over his lap, your skin warm under his hand, your tits rising and falling with every shallow breath.
Jake knows heâs wrecked. He knows everyone can see it. But all he cares about is youâhow good you taste, how soft you feel, how badly he wants to drag you away from this room and fuck you until you canât walk.
Heeseungâs voice fades into the background as Jake leans in, his fingers dig into your thigh, thumb brushing slow, filthy circles over your bare skin.
You just smile, slow and dirty, and press your legs tighter to his lap. Jake feels your heat through the denim, the pulse of your need, and he knowsâtonight, heâll either lose his mind, or heâll finally get everything heâs ever dreamed of.
The game wraps but the world doesnât slow down. The party feels different now: every time you move, Jake is there, just a step behind, his hand hovering at your lower back, his thigh brushing yours as you wind your way through the crowd. His eyes are glued to you. You can feel the heat of his stare when you laugh with Jihyo, when you grab chips from the snack table, when you throw your head back to drink straight from a canâJakeâs hungry gaze always finds you, burning right through your clothes.
People come up to talk, to say hi, to pull you into shots and drunken selfies, but itâs always Jakeâs touch you feel, his scent you craveâsomething clean and masculine and sharp, sweat and laundry detergent and a little cologne, the scent of a boy who just barely managed to clean his room for the party. Every time you shift your weight, your shorts ride higher. You can feel the pressure of his hand on your thigh, the way he lets his palm slide, the lazy possessiveness of his touch that makes you burn.
You find yourselves moving through the house, wandering from the living room to the kitchen to the patio and back again. Jake barely lets anyone else get a word inâif you laugh too loud at a strangerâs joke, heâs there with a witty comeback, stealing your attention back. If someone tries to pull you into a group photo, Jake squeezes in behind you, chin nearly on your shoulder, his hands gripping your waist, holding you close. Heâs everywhere. Youâre not complaining.
The music shifts, something low and thumping and dark. Youâre shoulder to shoulder with Jake at the kitchen counter, yelling over the noise, catching each otherâs smiles, barely listening to what anyone else says. Your thigh presses against his; his hand slips up to your waist. He stares at your mouth, eyes flickering down to your chest every few seconds. He looks wrecked. Desperate. Like heâs dying to kiss you again. Youâd let him. Youâd let him do anything.
People keep coming and going, drinks refilling, a few bodies swaying to the music, but Jake is obliviousâhe doesnât see anyone but you. You brush your hair back and he nearly moans, watching the way your crop top slides, the curve of your breast threatening to spill free. Your shorts have ridden so far up your thighs, itâs barely a secret how turned on you are. Every brush of Jakeâs knuckles leaves a trail of fire. Heâs getting bolderâfingers sliding higher, thumb tracing slow circles over your bare skin.
Youâre breathless. He looks like heâs about to say something filthy, something thatâd have you wetting through your panties right here, but instead he grins, soft and shy for just a second, and asks, âYou want another drink?â
You lean in, body brushing his, mouth so close he could taste your lips if he just moved a centimeter. âYeah,â you say, âget me something strong.â
Jake grins. His hands slide down your thighs, giving you a quick squeeze. âBe right back, gorgeous. Donât go anywhere.â
You promise you wonât. He flashes you that golden smileâthe one that melts you, the one youâll remember tomorrow morningâand disappears into the crowd, cutting through a sea of bodies like itâs nothing. You canât take your eyes off him as he goes, the stretch of his jeans over his ass, the way his shoulders flex. Your heart pounds in your chest, the echo of his mouth still lingering on yours, your body aching for more.
But then youâre alone. The musicâs too loud, bodies everywhere, the kitchen table sticky with spilled drinks and half-eaten pizza. You feel exposed, all that warmth and confidence from being with Jake evaporating just a little. You take a breath, fix your hair, try to remember that youâre supposed to be the hot one tonight, the one who doesnât care about anyoneâs opinion except Jakeâs.
Thatâs when some guy slides in close.
Heâs tallâway taller than Jake. Maybe a senior, maybe just some rando who wandered in off the street. Heâs got the swagger, the arrogance of a guy who thinks heâs hot shit. His eyes roam over you, lingering too long on your tits, your stomach, your thighs. He leans in, his voice syrupy, loud over the music.
âHey. Havenât seen you around before. You new here, or just hiding from me?â
You give him a polite smile, shifting back a little. âJust here with friends.â
He laughs, loud and fake, leans in closer. You catch a whiff of whiskey on his breath, a little too much cologne, the smell of someone whoâs trying too hard. âFriends, huh? You look too good to be hiding in the crowd. Whatâs your name?â
You give him a non-answer, try to turn away, scanning the room for Jake. But the guy wonât take a hint. His hand lands on your arm, heavy and hot, his fingers curling around your bicep. âCome on, donât be shy. I wonât bite. Unless you want me to.â
You bristle, step back, but he follows. His fingers tighten, thumb stroking your skin. âYou wanna come outside with me? I got something fun for us. Or we can just find a room, you know?â
Youâre not scared, not reallyâbut youâre uncomfortable, skin crawling. You try to pull your arm free but heâs persistent, too close, invading your space. âIâm good, actually. Waiting for someone.â
He grins, not letting go. âYou donât need to wait for anyone. Trust me, youâll have a better time with me. Iâll show you what a real man can doââ
He doesnât get to finish. A body shoves in between you, breaking the grip, and suddenly Jake is thereâglassy-eyed, jaw set, holding two drinks in one hand and pure, seething fury in the other. He sets the cups down with a thunk, barely looking at you, his eyes locked on the guy.
Jakeâs voice is dark, dangerous. âHey. She said sheâs good. Back off.â
The guy laughs, not moving. âWhat are you, her brother?â
Jake steps closer, chest to chest, the music forgotten, everyone else fading into static. âNo, Iâm her boyfriend. And I said: back the fuck off.â
The guy scoffs, but Jake doesnât flinch. His hand lands on your waist, pulling you in close, body warm and solid and trembling with anger. He glares the guy down, every muscle tense, jaw clenched so tight you think he might snap.
âTouch her again and Iâll break your fucking hand,â Jake says, voice low and raw, every syllable a threat.
The guy looks at you, then at Jake, and decides itâs not worth it. He holds up his hands, all mock innocence, and backs away, vanishing into the crowd.
Jake doesnât let go of you. Not even for a second.
Youâre pressed to his side, his hand digging into your waist, the echo of his words ringing in your ears. For a second, the room spinsâeverything blurs, music and laughter and lights fading to the background. You realize Jake is shaking, breath ragged, his eyes wild with something desperate and hot.
He pulls you even closer, mouth at your ear, voice trembling. âAre you okay? Did he hurt you?â
You shake your head, but youâre breathlessâshaken in a different way, turned on and lit up by the way Jake just claimed you in front of everyone. His hand slides down your side, over the curve of your ass, pulling you flush to him. You can feel his cock, hard and heavy, pressing against your hip. Heâs shaking, breath fast, pupils blown wide.
âI couldnât stand seeing him touch you,â Jake mutters, voice barely a whisper. âI almost fucking lost it.â
You donât know what to say. Youâre dizzy with itâJakeâs possessiveness, the feel of his body, the way his fingers dig into your flesh like heâll never let go.
The music swells, but all you can hear is Jakeâs breath, his heart pounding against yours, his mouth so close you can taste him.
He doesnât ask this time. He grabs your hand, tangles your fingers in his, and drags you through the partyâpast the bodies, the laughter, the spilled drinks and shrieks of joy, down the hallway, straight to his room. His grip is unbreakable. You follow, your whole body on fire, not caring who sees, not caring about anything but Jake and the wild, desperate look in his eyes.
He slams the door behind you. The world drops away.
And you realize: youâve never wanted anyone the way you want him right now.
The door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the partyâs chaosâthe pounding music, the laughter, the bodiesâall replaced by something heavier, hotter, something that thrums under your skin. Jakeâs hands are already on you, not soft or hesitant but hungry, greedy, dragging you closer with a force you didnât know he had. Heâs looking at you like he might eat you alive.
Your back hits the door with a soft thud, Jake crowding in, his chest flush to yours, every muscle taut, his breath ragged and hot against your cheek. His hands grip your waist so tight it almost hurts, thumbs pressing into the softness above your hips, his entire body trembling like heâs fighting not to just lose it right there.
âGod, fuck,â Jake hisses, voice wrecked, eyes dark and wild as he scans your face, your lips, your chest. âYou have no idea what you do to me. All nightâfuck, all yearâIâve wanted this, wanted you, wanted to ruin you.â His hand slips lower, gripping the curve of your ass, fingers digging into your bare thigh, hiking your leg up over his hip so he can grind his cock right against you, thick and throbbing under his jeans.
You gasp, breath catching, your body arching into him, desperate for friction, for touch, for more. Jakeâs mouth finds your neck, lips hot and open, sucking bruises just under your jaw, working down until heâs biting at your collarbone, tasting salt and perfume and skin. His other hand fumbles at your crop top, pushing it up, exposing your tits. He groans, eyes rolling back, mouthing at your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, then tugging it down so he can latch on properly.
âFuck, youâre perfect,â he moans, wet mouth hot and desperate, tongue swirling, sucking so hard your back arches off the door. âWant to taste you everywhere. Want to eat this pussy so fucking bad, been dreaming about it for monthsâplease, let me, let me fucking taste you, pleaseââ
You donât even get the words out before heâs sinking to his knees, eyes locked on yours, hands shoving your shorts down your thighs so fast itâs almost violent. He drags your panties down too, groaning when he sees how wet you are, slick shining in the dim light, your pussy already dripping and swollen.
âHoly shit,â Jake breathes, staring like heâs hypnotized. âYouâre so wet. All this for me? You want it this bad, baby? You want me to ruin you?â
You canât speak, can barely even nod, your breath stuttering as Jake hooks your leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide. He buries his face in your pussy with zero finesse, tongue plunging deep, nose grinding against your clit as he licks up everything you give him. Itâs messy, obscene, starvingâhe moans into you, tongue fucking in and out, lips sealed tight around your clit as he sucks hard, sloppy and greedy, making filthy noises like heâs trying to drink you dry.
âFuck, fuckâtaste so goodâso sweet, so fucking perfectââ he mutters, voice muffled by your cunt. His hands spread your thighs wider, holding you open, fingers digging into your flesh. âBeen thinking about this every night, jacking off like a loser, wishing it was your pussy on my tongue, fuckâgive me more, want to hear you, want to feel you shakeââ
Youâre already shaking, hips jerking, your whole body tense as he tongues you ruthlessly, sloppy and loud, spit and slick dripping down his chin. He sucks your clit, flicks it with his tongue, then dives back in, licking up every drop, never stopping, never giving you a second to breathe. Your hands clutch his hair, tugging him closer, grinding down on his face, desperate and frantic.
Jakeâs groaning, rutting against your leg, his own cock rock hard and leaking in his jeans. âGonna make you cum on my face, wanna taste it, wanna feel you fall apartâcome on, baby, come for me, let everyone hear how good I make you feelâfuck, youâre so tight, so sweetââ
Youâre almost sobbing, moans spilling out, thighs trembling as he devours you, tongue fucking into your cunt, nose rubbing frantic circles against your clit. You can feel it building, hot and sharp, every nerve lit up, every muscle locked tight.
âJake, Jakeâfuckââ You canât even get the words out, just whimper and gasp as the orgasm hits, blinding and shattering, your body jerking as you cum all over his tongue, wet and messy and loud. Jake moans like heâs in pain, slurping up every drop, not stopping even as you try to push him away, licking you through the aftershocks until youâre a shaking mess.
He stands, lips and chin shiny with your slick, eyes blown wide and starving. âHoly shit, you taste so fucking goodâcanât believe you let me do that, fuck, youâre so hot, so fucking perfectââ He kisses you hard, tongue shoving into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his lips. Itâs filthy, nasty, so hot it almost hurts.
His hands fumble at his belt, popping the button, shoving his jeans and boxers down in one desperate move. His cock springs freeâthick, flushed, leaking pre-cum, so hard it slaps against his stomach. He grabs it, strokes once, twice, then lines up with your dripping entrance, not even bothering to ask. He presses in, rough and hungry, filling you in one long, brutal thrust.
You choke on a gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out, the stretch almost overwhelming. Jake groans, head thrown back, hands gripping your thighs so tight you think youâll bruise. âFuck, youâre so tight, can barely get inâfuck, youâre squeezing me so hard, baby, shitâso wet, so fucking wet for me, fuckââ
He doesnât give you a second to adjust. He grabs your hips, yanks you forward, and starts fucking you hardâdeep, fast, filthy, the sound of your bodies slapping echoing in the small room. Your back is pressed to the door, one leg hooked over his hip, his cock pistoning in and out, every thrust rough and perfect, hitting you so deep you can barely breathe.
Jakeâs dirty talk is relentless, his voice hoarse and wild in your ear. âYou feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am? Fuck, your pussyâs made for me, made to be fucked like thisâso tight, so wet, canât believe how good you feel, fuckâbeen dreaming about this, jerking off like a fucking loser, just wishing I could be inside youââ He spits on his hand, rubs your clit fast and rough, making you wail, your head dropping back against the door as your legs shake.
âYeah, thatâs it, let me hear youâlet everyone know whoâs fucking you this goodâthis pussyâs mine, you got that? All mine. Gonna fuck you so hard you canât even talk, just moan for me like a good girl, thatâs rightâfuck, look at you, look how desperate you are, canât get enough, need me so badââ
You canât speak, can barely even think, just sob and whimper and moan, every muscle locked tight as Jake fucks you harder, faster, his hips snapping into yours with punishing force. The slap of his cock inside you, the slick wet sounds, the way his hand never leaves your clit, dragging you higher and higher, every word making you clench tighter around him.
âGod, you feel so fucking goodâso perfect, so fucking tightâwish I could stay inside you forever, wish I could fill you up, make you cum again and againâfuck, baby, you gonna cum for me? Gonna soak my cock, let everyone know how much you love it?â
You can only nod, mouth open, eyes rolling back as he fucks you into oblivion, your whole body burning, stretched wide around him, every thrust rough and raw and perfect. You feel another orgasm building, hotter than the last, your legs trembling, nails scraping down his back as you cling to him.
âCome on, pretty girl, show meâlet me feel you cum, let me feel you squeeze me, fuck, youâre so good, so fucking good for me, Iâll never let anyone else have you, youâre all mine, all fucking mineââ
You cum hard, body shuddering, cunt clenching down on his cock, a loud, messy, needy cry spilling out of you as everything goes white. Jake groans, hips jerking, but he doesnât cumânot yetâjust fucks you through it, never slowing down, never stopping the filthy stream of praise and possession in your ear.
Youâre shaking, ruined, boneless in his arms, but Jake just grins, eyes wild, mouth pressed to your neck as he pounds into you, sweat dripping, muscles flexing, every inch of him hungry and desperate.
âIâm not done with you,â he growls, fucking you harder, slamming you against the door, cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. âGonna keep going until you canât even remember your own name, until all you can do is moan my name, beg for my cockâyeah, thatâs it, baby, take it, take all of me, fuckââ
You moan, broken and desperate, your body on fire, every thrust sending you spiraling higher, already teetering on the edge again.
Jake doesnât stop. Not even close.
He barely gives you a second to breathe. Youâre still pulsing around him, body limp and shaking, when he grabs you by the waist, lifts you off the doorâstill buried deep insideâand staggers backward, his cock grinding against your walls with every step. His arms are tight around you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, your back arching as he moves you through the room.
âNot done with you yet,â Jake pants, voice rough, barely human, the words scraping hot against your neck as he bites down hard enough to leave a mark. âGonna fuck you properly, baby. Want you spread out for meâwant to see your face when I make you cum again.â
He drops you onto the mattress, your back hitting the sheets, and never once does he let his cock slip out of your cunt. The weight of him presses you down, his hands shoving your thighs open wide, his body folding you in half so your knees nearly brush your shoulders. Heâs so deep you feel split open, every inch of him pulsing hot inside you.
Jakeâs sweat-slick chest brushes your tits, his abs flexing, eyes wild as he looks down at where your bodies meetâat the slick, obscene mess of your pussy stretched tight around his cock, at the way you grip him like youâre never letting go.
âLook at that,â he groans, rolling his hips slow and deep, dragging his cock out just enough to see your slick drip down his shaft, then slamming back in so hard your whole body jerks. âFuck, you take me so well. Look at this greedy fucking pussyâcanât get enough, can you? You love it, you fucking love it.â
You canât answer, can barely breathe, your mouth open on a silent gasp, eyes wide as Jake pounds into you. His hips snap against yours, every thrust deep and rough, the bedframe slamming the wall in time with his rhythm, your tits bouncing wildly under his chest. His hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh, holding you in place so you canât run from how good it feels, from how hard he fucks you.
His dirty talk is constant, filthyâvoice wrecked, every word a growl. âGonna fuck you stupid, baby. Gonna fuck you till you canât walk, till youâre dripping all over my sheets. You feel that? Feel how deep I am? All the way in, right where I belongâthis pussyâs mine, it was made for me, only for meâfuck, youâre so tight, so wet, making such a messââ
He leans in, teeth nipping your jaw, his breath hot on your cheek. âYou want it? Want me to fill you up? Want to feel me cum so deep inside you youâre leaking for days? Gonna fuck you full, baby. Gonna give you every last dropââ
His pace gets frantic, hips jerking, every thrust bruising and perfect. His cock drags against your walls, thick and throbbing, the head slamming against your cervix with every stroke. Your legs tremble, the pleasure almost too much, your body clenching around him like youâre trying to milk him dry.
Jakeâs face is a messâsweat running down his temples, hair falling into his eyes, mouth open, breath coming in ragged moans. His hands slide up, gripping your waist, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust, forcing you to take all of him, over and over, until youâre babbling nonsense, drooling, nothing in your head but the feel of him inside you.
Heâs groaning, babbling right along with you. âSo goodâso fucking goodâgonna cum, fuck, Iâm gonna cum, canât hold it, canâtâshitââ
His thrusts turn frantic, sloppy, desperate. He buries his face in your neck, teeth scraping your skin, and with a guttural, broken cry, he slams in one last timeâso deep you swear you can feel his cock pulse inside your stomachâand cums.
He fills you up, thick and hot, his whole body jerking as spurt after spurt of cum floods your cunt. You feel it gushing, leaking out around his cock, making a sticky, messy pool under your ass as he keeps grinding, milking himself dry. Heâs still muttering, still filthy, every word strained and needy: âTake itâtake all of itâfuck, youâre so full, can feel you squeezing me, fuckâgonna keep it in, yeah? Gonna walk out leaking my cum all night, let everyone know who you belong toââ
He shudders, hips twitching, breath shaking as the last of his orgasm wrings out of him. He doesnât move, just keeps you pinned to the bed, cock still buried deep, his cum leaking out around the base, dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets.
Youâre both gasping, spent and ruined and wrecked, but Jake still wonât let go. His mouth finds yours, softer now but still hungry, and you taste sweat and need and pure, raw satisfaction.
âFuck,â he breathes, forehead pressed to yours, a wild smile on his lips. âYouâre mine.â
And thereâs not a single part of you left to argue.
âł sugar daddy/baby to lovers | yandere | series | in progress
namjoon was never supposed to fall in love.
the arrangement was simple.
money for time, desire for indulgence, no strings, no expectations.
he was supposed to be your provider, your safety net, the man you called when you wanted something but never needed anyone. but somewhere between the swipe of his black card and the way you sigh his name in the dark, he lost control.
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- Two best friends go on a budget trip to Japan, only to accidentally book a love hotel for their entire stay. What starts as laughter and harmless fun slowly turns into lingering touches, stolen glances, and undeniable tensionâuntil one night changes everything, and theyâre forced to confront feelings theyâve been hiding for far too long.
tags: explicit sexual content, consensual sex, multiple rounds, oral sex (f receiving, m receiving), filming with consent, mirror sex, semi-public setting, overstimulation, light possessiveness, dirty talk, praise kink, body worship, breast fixation, shower/jacuzzi sex
wc: 11,900
rie's note: this was from last year>< so expect errors ahead! enjoy the ride! like,reblogs, and FEEDBACKS đđ»đ„čđđ»are highly appreciated :3 added more scenes hence the lil different writing style heh
You were halfway through your iced americano when Park Sunghoon slid into the seat across from you with the kind of urgency only someone who forgot to buy concert tickets would have.
âI did it,â he said, slightly breathless. âI found the cheapest possible hotel in Tokyo for five nights. Iâm talking dirt-cheap.â
You raised an eyebrow. âAnd by âcheapestâ you mean weâll be sharing a closet with a raccoon family orâ?â
âNo, no. This place looks fine. Clean. Themed. Cute. I think the rooms are based on trains or something.â
You blinked at him. âTrains?â
âYeah,â he shrugged, like that explained everything. âItâs called âFantasy Express.â Kind of a vibe, right?â
ââŠDoesnât that sound like a porn parody of the Shinkansen?â
Sunghoon gave you a blank look. âYou said budget. I delivered. Be grateful.â
You snorted and took a sip of your drink. âRight. This better not end with me cuddling you for warmth in a windowless shoebox.â
He grinned. âIs that a threat or a promise, bestie?â
You flipped him off, laughing. But deep down, you were buzzing with excitement â not just because of the trip, but because it had been years since you and Sunghoon got away together.
After college, everything changed. Jobs, time zones, relationships that fizzled out before they even began. But Sunghoon was constant. He was the one person who could make you laugh even when you were crying into your broken laptop at 2 a.m. He was the voice note at midnight, the âI made too much ramen, come over,â the comfort in chaos.
So when the two of you finally managed to book this long-overdue trip to Japan, it felt like pressing pause on real life. No deadlines. No drama. Just the two of you, trains, street food, and maybe â if the stars aligned â a little karaoke.
Youâd been talking about it since your second year in college. A pinky promise made over shared takoyaki from a food stall on your campus lawn.
âOne day, weâll go. Just you and me. Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka. A no-plan plan.â
You remembered that promise because Sunghoon never broke his.
Which is why you didnât question it when he said heâd handle the hotel. And flights. And a few âmust-seeâ locations, because even though you called it a âno-plan plan,â you both knew you were the chaotic one.
The night before your flight, Sunghoon came over to help you pack. In reality, he just sat on your bed, eating your snacks and judging your underwear choices.
âWhy do you need seven pairs for five days?â he asked, mouth full of chips.
âIn case I fall into a river. Or sweat. Or get possessed and pee myself. I donât know, leave me alone.â
He laughed and reached over to zip your suitcase, fingers brushing yours for a second too long.
Neither of you mentioned it.
The flight was smooth. You watched a rom-com, he watched anime. You fell asleep on his shoulder. He didnât move.
When you landed in Tokyo, everything felt surreal â the bright signs, the clean air, the sense that something new was about to happen.
The train ride to the hotel was quiet. You scrolled through Instagram while Sunghoon triple-checked the hotel address on Google Maps.
âWeâre almost there,â he said, pointing to a small tucked-away building near the corner of a quiet street.
It looked decent. Small. Cozy. A glowing pink sign above the entrance read:
âWelcome to FANTASY EXPRESS â All Aboard the Love Line!â
You stared at it. Then at him.
âHoon.â
âYeah?â
ââŠDid you just book us into a love hotel?â
Sunghoon blinked. Looked back up at the sign. Back at you. ââŠNo?â he tried, voice cracking halfway through. You deadpanned. âThis is literally vibrating with sex energy.â
âI thought it was themed!â
âIt is. The theme is fucking.â
He dropped his suitcase. âI swear on everything holy, I didnât know. I just thought it was quirky. It said âtrain carriage roomsâ and had cute colors!â
You stared at him, unblinking. âYou booked us into a love hotel. For five nights.â
A silence.
And then, slowly, the two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter â loud, ugly, bent-over laughter as passersby gave you weird looks.
Sunghoon wiped a tear from his eye. âGuess weâre really going on a ride.â
You shoved his shoulder, still laughing. âIdiot.â
The door slid open with a hiss, revealing the room Sunghoon had confidently reserved for five full nights.
You took one look inside and immediately stopped.
ââŠYouâre joking.â
âNope,â Sunghoon said in a flat voice, already sounding like he regretted every choice heâd ever made.
There were train handles hanging from the ceiling.
The walls had digital screens showing looped footage of Japanese countryside rolling past at high speed.
A faux train announcement played in the background every few minutes: âNext stop⊠pleasure.â
You turned slowly toward him. âSunghoon.â
âOkay, waitâjust hear me out.â
You stepped in and did a slow, horrified turn.
There was a chrome pole right in the middle of the room.
The bed looked like it was upholstered with actual train seats, complete with seat belts and tray tables. And worst of all, the mirrored ceiling had a blinking LED banner that read:
đš âALL ABOARD â NONSTOP EXPRESSâ đš
You gaped. âSo its really is a love hotel.â
âNo itâs not! âŠOkay maybe. Technically. Butâlook, I didnât know! I thought it was just themed!â
âYou thought this was a railway-themed budget capsule, and not a sex train hotel?!â
âI didnât read that far down the listing, okay?! It was cheap and looked⊠clean! Plus the review said âlots of amenities!ââ
âSunghoon. Thereâs a vending machine for underwear's and condoms next to the door.â
He paused. Looked. ââŠOkay, Iâll give you that one. You sighed, dragging your suitcase in anyway. âWe are going to get diseases just by existing here.â
Sunghoon followed behind sheepishly, dragging his bag. âYou know, in a different light, this place is kind of hilarious.â
You turned to him and blinked. âWeâre literally sleeping in a porn set.â âA very affordable porn set.â
You flopped dramatically onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling mirror.
He was right. It was funny. And the more you looked at the blinking lights, the mood lighting, and the suggestively placed towel basket beside the bed, the harder it was to stop laughing.
You both ended up bent over, wheezing from laughter as the fake train announcement repeated:
âPassengers, please hold on⊠for your own safety.â
Ten Minutes Later
ââŠWait,â you muttered from the bathroom doorway. âIs that a jacuzzi?â
Sunghoon looked up from his phone. âA what?â
You pointed. âThereâs a jacuzzi in here. And⊠no way. Is that a sauna?â He came over and peeked in. Sure enough, tucked behind the ridiculously clean glass partition was a legit two-person jacuzzi tub with sleek jets, LED lighting, and a discreet shelf of complimentary scented oils. And beside it? A cramped but actual mini sauna, already set to a cozy 45°C.
âOh my god,â you whispered. âThey really want people to⊠marinate before theyââ
âOkay! Iâm not letting this place win,â Sunghoon cut in. âWe are taking full advantage. This shit is expensive in normal hotels.â
You looked at him in disbelief. âYou want to use the sex jacuzzi?â
He shrugged. âItâs just a tub. The jets donât know whatâs going on. You want to spend the night pouting, or do you want a hot bath with free tea tree oil?â
You groaned. âI hate that youâre making sense.â
Twenty Minutes Later
You were in the tub first â submerged in warm water, hair tied up, sighing as the jets eased the travel ache out of your spine.
âI feel gross about how good this is,â you mumbled.
Sunghoon was sitting just outside the sauna, half-wrapped in a towel, drinking water. âDonât get used to it. This is our peak. Weâre about to suffer in a train-themed sex chamber for five nights.â
âYou say that like itâs not your fault.â
He raised his hands in surrender. âFair.â You watched as steam curled off his shoulders, his skin flushed slightly pink from the sauna. He looked good. A little too good.
You quickly looked away and sank deeper into the water. Nope. Not thinking that.
You were best friends. The kind who shared hoodies and bitched about exes and had matching pajamas from a failed couples Halloween sale. You werenât supposed to be noticing how broad his chest was, or how low his towel sat on his hips.
He caught you looking. You snapped your head the other way.
A pause. âYou okay?â he asked, voice lower.
âYup,â you replied, too fast. âJust tired.â
You heard him chuckle under his breath. âYouâre a terrible liar.â
You splashed water at him. âGo back to your sauna.â
But the heat in your chest had nothing to do with steam.
You both climbed into the ridiculous velvet-upholstered bed and laid side by side, limbs awkwardly angled to avoid touching too much.
The train screen looped soft countryside visuals.
The LED sign above the mirror blinked softly:
âDonât miss your stopâŠâ
You stared at the ceiling. âWhy does this feel like the foreplay part of a drama?â
Sunghoonâs voice was low. âBecause everything here is designed for people to fuck.â
You both went quiet. Too quiet.
Then he added, a little too casually. âIf you get cold tonight, just say something.â
You turned your head slightly. His profile glowed in the soft red light. âI wonât.â
âI know.â But neither of you moved. Not yet.
You woke up to the smell of grilled fish and miso soup.
Blinking groggily, you turned your head to find Sunghoon already sitting up in bed, hair messy, skin flushed from sleep, and a gleam of childlike wonder in his eyes.
âRoom service,â he said simply, holding up a laminated card with neat checkboxes. âAnd itâs actually good. Like. Too good for this place.â
You sat up, blinking blearily at the silver-domed trays on the fold-out tray table. âWaitâthis place has room service?â
âApparently. I checked last night before sleeping. They serve breakfast to the room for âmaximum comfort and pleasure.ââ He did finger quotes around that last part. âVery suggestive. But also⊠delicious.â
He peeled the lid off one tray, and the smell immediately hit you: steaming rice, grilled salmon, soft tamagoyaki, pickled vegetables, and even a little matcha jelly cube for dessert.
Your stomach growled audibly.
âOh my god,â you mumbled, crawling across the bed like a zombie. âIâm never leaving.â
He passed you chopsticks. âSee? You talk a big game, but deep down, youâre just here for the perks.â
You dug in. âMmfâif you booked this place on purpose for this breakfast alone, I forgive you.â
âIâll take that as my official pardon,â he said, chewing on a piece of miso-glazed eggplant.
For a moment, the room was quiet â just soft clinks of chopsticks, muffled chewing, and the fake train sounds looping in the background.
And then, as always, came the banter.
âSo,â you said, mid-bite, âyou gonna keep walking around in that towel all morning orâŠ?â
Sunghoon glanced down at himself â still shirtless, his towel hanging loose around his hips as if he were starring in a shampoo commercial. He smirked. âJealous?â
You scoffed. âOf what? Your man boobs?â
âFirst of all,â he said, popping a grape into his mouth, âthese are pecs. Try not to cry when you see me in real lighting.â
âIâve seen you in fluorescent kitchen lights eating ramen at 2 a.m. Iâve survived worse.â
âIâve also seen you drunk with a sheet mask on and mismatched socks, so donât act superior.â
âThose socks were a fashion statement.â
He snorted. âA cry for help.â
After breakfast and a little too much matcha jelly, the two of you finally started getting dressed.
Or trying to, anyway.
You were standing at the small mirror near the door, brushing your teeth and fussing with your hair when you heard Sunghoon behind you, grunting in frustration.
âWhatâs your problem?â you asked, spitting out toothpaste.
âWhere the hell is the other sock I packed?â
You glanced over and nearly choked â he was half-dressed, hair still wet from the shower, towel hanging on the rack, shirt hanging off one shoulder like a K-drama lead in distress.
You raised a brow. âCheck your suitcase. Or maybe the laundry bag?â
He groaned dramatically and flopped onto the bed. âWhy does this always happen to me?â
âBecause your packing skills are trash.â
âYou packed seven pairs of underwear for five nights!â
âPrepared. Not chaotic.â
âPsychotic.â
You tossed a sock at his face. âShut up and wear this.â
He caught it, looked at the pattern â pastel pink with tiny peaches on them â and grinned.
âWait⊠these are your socks.â
âTheyâre clean. Be grateful.â
He gave you a playful look. âIf my feet feel too soft and feminine later, itâs your fault.â
You rolled your eyes. âYou could use a little softness.â There was a beat of quiet as you both finished dressing.
And then, almost too casually, Sunghoon asked, âYou good with the plan today? Shibuya, food, maybe teamLab Planets?â
You smiled. âHell yeah. Letâs go get blinded by LED art and overpay for strawberry mochi.â
You grabbed your tote bag, he slung his camera over his shoulder, and together you stepped out into the Tokyo sunlight â blinking against the sudden warmth, the city buzzing with life all around you.
The love hotelâs sliding door closed behind you with a soft mechanical hiss.
âGod, being outside feels illegal after that room,â you muttered, stretching.
Sunghoon yawned beside you. âWe need to get out as much as possible. If we spend too long in thereâŠâ
ââŠweâll end up using that pole, and not ironically.â
You said it jokingly, but the second it left your lips, you realized you were both thinking it.
You looked at him. He looked at you.
You both looked away.
Sunghoon cleared his throat and started walking. âRight. Food. Vibes. Letâs pretend weâre not staying in horny train hell.â
You followed, heart doing weird things.
By 10:30 a.m., you were already on your second iced drink and your fifth photo taken by Sunghoon.
"This oneâs blurry,â you said, looking over his shoulder as he flipped through the camera roll.
âYou moved,â he replied, flicking to the next one.
âI was mid-chew.â
âExactly. Candid.â
âYou got my molar in HD.â
He laughed, slinging the camera back over his shoulder. âYouâre welcome. Thatâs raw content.â
You stuck your tongue out at him and tugged him toward the next street corner, where a little taiyaki cart was steaming golden fish-shaped cakes onto paper trays.
He bought one with custard and one with sweet potato, handing you the first without asking â he always remembered your favorite.
The day passed in a colorful, unfiltered blur.
From Asakusaâs temple streets to Ueno Parkâs shaded paths, you strolled through the buzzing city under soft summer clouds, sharing bites of grilled yakitori, stopping at claw machines, and laughing until your stomach hurt every time Sunghoon got scammed by a vending machine.
âBro,â he groaned as his Pocari Sweat got stuck halfway. âI just wanted electrolytes.â
âThatâs what you get for bullying me about my socks.â
âThey are ridiculous.â
âAnd now theyâre your lucky socks, so shut up and suffer.â
He grinned, defeated, as you shook the machine for him until the drink finally dropped.
He brought the good camera â the one he only took out during special trips or when he really wanted to remember something.
At first, it was just the usual:
Colorful alleyways, Vintage signs, Cats in front of bookstores and Neon billboards starting to glow as dusk rolled in
But then the lens kept shifting toward you.
Heâd tilt the viewfinder just slightly to the left whenever you were sipping your drink, or smiling up at a paper lantern, or holding up a peace sign in front of a giant tanuki statue.
He didnât make a big deal out of it.
He never did.
Just snapped quietly, a small smile on his face, pretending to be adjusting settings every time you caught him in the act.
âStop taking pictures of me looking ugly,â you said as you leaned against a vending machine at golden hour.
âYou never look ugly,â he replied without thinking.
You blinked. He clicked his shutter.
You smacked his arm. âFlattery gets you nowhere, Park.â
âI was talking about the vending machine, actually.â
âOh, screw youââ
By late afternoon, the two of you were barefoot, wading through glowing water and walking across mirrored floors.
The floating flowers, the endless lights, the reflection of stars above and below you â it all felt surreal.
Sunghoon was quiet most of the time, too busy adjusting focus, waiting for the exact second a projection shifted, or the water stilled, or your silhouette lined up against the light.
âStay right there,â he murmured, crouching low.
You stood still, bathed in blue and purple.
A single glowing lily floated past your ankles.
Click.
When he finally looked up from the lens, his expression was soft, like heâd forgotten where you were â like the whole room was quiet just for a second.
You waved your arms. âEarth to perv?â
âSorry,â he mumbled, standing up and brushing dust off his knees. âJust⊠this lightingâs good.â
âMm-hmm. Youâre not slick.â
Dinner was ramen from a tiny shop hidden in an alley where no one spoke English and the broth was so rich it felt illegal.
You walked off the food through quiet backstreets, with neon signs humming above your heads and laundry flapping on upper balconies.
Sunghoon carried your bag without saying anything.
You bought him an ice cream without asking.
It was so easy. The kind of night you wanted to fold up and keep in your pocket forever.
At one point, you stopped to take a photo of your own â just a snapshot of him in the warm city light, licking ice cream and grinning.
âGot you,â you said, triumphant.
He raised a brow. âYou finally captured my beauty?â
âNo. I finally got proof you like vanilla.â
âYou said you wouldnât judge.â
âToo late.â
The fake train ambiance greeted you again as you entered the room â soft station chimes, muffled track sounds looping on the hidden speakers. You kicked off your shoes with a groan and threw your bag down like it betrayed you.
Sunghoon collapsed face-first on the bed. âWeâve walked 23,000 steps. I checked.â
âYouâre dramatic.â
âMy knees are 47 years old now.â
You laughed as you peeled off your socks. âOkay, Grandpa. Want me to book us an onsen for tomorrow?â
He didnât answer.
Instead, he lifted his head slowly, eyes narrowing at the frosted-glass door in the corner.
ââŠwait. We still havenât used the sauna together.â
You followed his gaze.
The in-room sauna and jacuzzi setup was tucked into the corner like an afterthought â sleek, surprisingly clean, and wildly over-the-top for the price. You hadnât dared touch it yet.
You raised a brow. âYou serious?â
He was already standing.
âIâm not walking like a gremlin tomorrow. Sauna it is.â
The small wooden sauna heated up quickly â enough for the two of you to sit side by side, towels wrapped around your waists, foreheads already glistening.
It smelled like cedar and something citrusy.
âI feel like weâre in a rich personâs armpit,â you muttered.
Sunghoon cracked up, head tilted back, eyes closed. âI feel like weâre about to get a motivational TED Talk from a man named Daisuke about financial freedom.â
You snorted. âWe are literally boiling ourselves in a love hotel sauna. What freedom?â
There was a pause.
Thenâ
âThis is nice though,â he admitted. âLike⊠surprisingly.â
You hummed, wiping sweat from your brow. âWe deserve it. That yakitori hunt was a whole workout.â
A beat passed.
âAlso, you were sweating this much at the gacha machine, so I feel like this is just your brand.â
âDonât come for my capsule toys. They bring me joy.â
âYour suitcase is full of tiny plastic sushi. Let that sink in.â
After the sauna, you both flopped into the jacuzzi â towels still on, bubbles swirling lazily, the overhead lighting dimmed to a soft purple glow.
You leaned back against the edge and sighed so dramatically that Sunghoon mimicked it seconds later.
âHaaaaa~â
âHaaaaa.â
ââŠWhy do you sound like a dying anime girl?â
âWhy do you sound like a wounded elk?â
You flicked a handful of bubbles at him, and he retaliated by splashing water into your face.
By the time you both settled down, your cheeks hurt from laughing.
He nudged your foot underwater. âHey. For real.â
You looked over.
âThis whole day was perfect. Thanks for not letting me book some sad capsule hotel instead.â
You smiled softly. âThanks for accidentally giving us the weirdest five days of our lives.â
A pause.
You both sank a little deeper into the water, the bubbles rising quietly between you.
Nothing else needed to be said.
Not yet.
After the sauna and jacuzzi, everything felt heavier â your limbs loose, your muscles relaxed, your brain pleasantly fuzzy in the best way.
Sunghoon handed you your toothbrush like always. Same side of the sink. Same rhythm. You brushed shoulder to shoulder, bumping elbows whenever one of you leaned over to spit.
You wore your oversized shirt â the one with faded cartoon prints and sleeves too long for your arms.
He wore a black tank top and gray sweats, his hair still damp and curling a bit at the nape.
It looked domestic.
Dangerously so.
You didnât comment on it.
The sheets were still warm when you both flopped down again â you on your side of the bed, Sunghoon sprawled diagonally, legs halfway off the edge like a kid after a sugar crash.
"What do we watch?â you mumbled, tugging the blanket over your legs.
âI found a channel earlier that only plays weird food documentaries,â he said. âOne of them was about a guy in Osaka who makes noodles with his feet.â
You blinked.
âThat sounds unappetizing.â
âAnd yet I couldnât look away.â
He flipped on the TV, and soon enough, soft narration in Japanese filled the room. Onscreen, a slow montage showed close-ups of dough, broth, and a man lovingly caressing noodles like they were his own children.
A second later, he tilted the screen toward you and snapped a photo of your mid-laugh face.
âDelete it,â you said.
âNope.â
âSunghoonââ
âThatâs a top-tier smile. Archive-worthy.â
You reached for the camera.
He held it just out of reach, laughing as you tried to climb over him, only to lose your balance and flop onto his side of the bed.
He oofed softly as your elbow landed against his stomach.
And thenâŠ
You didnât move.
Neither did he.
You were both breathing, barely, quiet again except for the soft murmur of the food show and the faint rumble of train sounds from the wall speaker â still looping, still somehow comforting.
Your head rested near his shoulder. His arm lay beside you, palm up.
You didnât think about how easy it would be to lace your fingers through it.
Because that wasnât the point.
Not tonight.
Eventually, you mumbled, âIâll fall asleep right here.â
âGood.â
âThen youâll complain that I drool.â
âI always do. Doesnât stop you.â
ââŠTrue.â
A beat passed.
Then Sunghoon shifted slightly, pulled the blanket over you too, and said, soft as a sigh:
âNight, dummy.â
You smiled into the pillow.
âNight, Hoon.â
You both woke up later than planned.
To no oneâs surprise, the blackout curtains plus the post-sauna coma plus the gentle train track sounds had knocked you both out cold.
When you opened your eyes, Sunghoon was already awake beside you, scrolling on his phone with bedhead and one eye squinting at the light.
âGood morning, Sleeping Beauty,â he greeted without looking.
You groaned and threw the blanket over your face. âWhy are you always so chipper in the morning?â
âI already ordered breakfast. Itâll be here in ten.â
That made you peek out
âPretty good options. Surprisingly tasty too.â
You narrowed your eyes. âDid you ate already?â
âI may have had a mini croissant. For science.â
The tray rolled in like a hotel drama â miso soup, boiled eggs, tamagoyaki, rice, fruit, juice, and coffee, all neatly arranged in little porcelain dishes.
âThis is way too fancy for a place with a pole in the corner,â you whispered.
Sunghoon burst out laughing. âWe should eat on the pole.â
âTry it. Break your back.â
You sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully pouring soy sauce into the tiny saucer while Sunghoon buttered his toast like an old man at a countryside inn.
It was⊠cozy. Stupidly cozy.
He took a photo of the spread â and then one of you holding a strawberry between your lips.
âYouâre so annoying,â you said.
âSmile,â he replied.
And you did.
You both dressed quickly â jeans and sneakers, matching windbreakers by accident (he insisted you copied him), camera packed again.
The plan today was Shimokitazawa, the artsy thrift-store-filled neighborhood that smelled like espresso, vinyl records, and dreams of quitting your job.
Sunghoonâs camera was out the entire time â and even though he pretended he was just testing settings, you saw how he always pointed it at you when you werenât looking.
You caught him once.
He didnât deny it.
âI like how you look when youâre not trying.â
You blinked.
He looked away, adjusting the lens. âLightingâs better.â
ââŠRight.â
It was small.
You reached for a cold canned drink at the exact same moment.
Your fingers brushed his. Barely. Briefly.
But it lingered â just a half-second too long.
You felt it. So did he.
Neither of you said a thing.
You were sitting on a bench outside a vintage bookstore, sipping soda while he reviewed the photos on his camera.
âWhat are you deleting?â
âBlurry ones.â
âLet me see.â
âNope.â
âWhy?â
âBecause some are mine.â
ââŠSome?â
He paused.
Then smiled a little â not in a teasing way this time.
âSome are just for me.â
You didnât ask what that meant.
You just let it sit there between you.
Warm. Quiet. Weightless.
But not really.
You returned to the hotel a little earlier than Day 1, shoes dusty, legs tired, hands full of little finds â enamel pins, a thrifted shirt, a random keychain he insisted matched your vibe.
In the jacuzzi again. This time quieter. You both leaned back and let the water do the talking.
Later, you brushed your teeth side by side again, yawning into your sleeves, shoulders bumping gently.
You climbed into bed first. This time, when he laid beside you, you noticed how close your hands were on the blanket.
Not touching.
Just⊠close enough. You didnât pull away.
Neither did he. It started small.
Just a joke, really. After another long day out â this time at the Shibuya Sky deck and walking through Harajuku â youâd peeled off your jacket and complained about how sweaty you were.
âYouâre melting,â Sunghoon commented, flopping dramatically onto the bed while you stood near the mirror, tying your hair up.
âYouâd melt too if you had boobs trapping heat.â
He snorted. âDo you want me to confirm that orââ You threw a pillow at him.
âOkay, but real talk,â Sunghoon said as the door hissed shut behind him. âThis sauna is saving my life. Iâm starting a petition to install one back home.â
You chuckled, stepping inside after him in your towel, feeling the warm steam immediately cling to your skin.
Tonight felt hotter somehow â and not just because of the temperature.
Maybe it was how Sunghoon looked right now. Hair swept back slightly damp, skin already glowing, the soft edge of his collarbone visible. His towel was secure but low, and he sat with one arm resting over the wooden bench behind you, casual, almost⊠cocky.
âSo,â he started, turning slightly toward you. âYou gonna keep avoiding the fact that you made a noise when you sat down yesterday?â
âI did not.â
"You groaned like you were starring in a drama.â
You blinked at him. âAre you being flirty right now?â
He smirked. âWould it work?â
You gave him a look.
He laughed, leaning his head back against the wall. âRelax. I flirt with everyone.â
ââŠNo, you donât.â
He looked at you again, slower this time.
You felt it â that shift.
The quiet drawl in his tone when he said, âRight. I donât.â
Ten minutes in, the steam got thicker.
You leaned forward to reach for your water bottle, not realizing your towel had come a little⊠loose.
You tugged it quickly and pressed it tighter to your chest, but the damage was done.
Sunghoonâs eyes had flicked down.
And thenâback up.
He cleared his throat and smirked. ââŠNice catch.â
You threw him a glare, cheeks hot, but not from the heat.
âDonât be gross.â
âIâm not being gross,â he said, tilting his head lazily. âIâm just observant. Itâs part of my charm.â
âYour charm is a menace.â
âYeah?â he said, voice dropping just enough to make your skin prickle. âStill keeping me around, though.â
Later, while drying off, you were both laughing over a dumb quiz show playing on the love hotel TV, towels replaced with your usual comfy clothes. But the air still hadnât gone back to normal.
You sat on the bed, brushing your hair.
He sat behind you, watching something on his phone, absently letting his fingers toy with the end of your shirt hem.
You didnât realize he was doing it until he stilled.
Thenâ
âYou always wear this one,â he said softly. âItâs got a little hole in the back.â
You turned to look at him.
âYouâre really paying attention, huh?â
His gaze didnât waver.
âI always do.â
There was no laugh this time. No grin. Just the warm glow from the room lamp and the way his eyes dropped for a second â from your face, to your lips, to your collarbone â before he looked back up.
You swallowed.
He looked way too close all of a sudden.
And yet, not close enough.
You stood up.
Quickly. Casually.
âIâm brushing my teeth.â
âOkay,â he said behind you, quiet⊠amused. âRun away, then.âThe night settled in earlier than usual â maybe because you both agreed your legs needed a break, maybe because the city lights felt better admired from the bed with snacks and cold drinks.
You kicked your feet up, pulling the blanket over your lap while Sunghoon scrolled through the hotel TVâs library.
"Weâre not watching something sad,â you warned.
âWhy not?â
âBecause every time we do, you start doing that emotional whisper voice after.â
He raised a brow, amused. ââIf I die, tell my cat I loved herâ isnât emotional. Itâs factual.â
You snorted and popped a grape into your mouth.
He settled on a coming-of-age romance film â something soft, slow, with golden lighting and friends-to-lovers tension that hit a little too close.
You didnât comment.
Thirty minutes in, the movie faded into the background. You were half-focused, shoulder-to-shoulder with Sunghoon beneath the same blanket, a bowl of chips between you.
He reached over to grab one, and his fingers brushed yours again.
This time, you didnât move away.
Neither did he.
You felt him glance at you â not a quick flick, but a lingering stare.
ââŠWhat?â you asked, not looking at him.
"Nothing.â
âYouâre staring.â
âIâm admiring.â
Your heart thudded once.
ââŠWhat?â
He smiled slowly, eyes dropping to your mouth. âI said nothing.â
Somewhere between the third snack break and the movie credits, Sunghoon nudged your leg.
âTruth or dare?â
You looked at him sideways. âWhat are we, twelve?â
âPick.â
You narrowed your eyes. âTruth.â
He leaned back against the headboard, one arm behind his head.
âHave you ever thought about kissing me?â
Your breath caught
He didnât laugh this time. He didnât smirk.
He just watched you â calm, unreadable.
You stared at him, pulse ticking louder.
ââŠIs that a real question?â
His voice dropped lower. âYou chose âtruth.ââ
The silence stretched. You felt it thick in your throat, in the space between your knees touching beneath the blanket.
Then, softlyâ
âOnce or twice,â you admitted.
His lips curved, slow and smug.
You shoved his shoulder, embarrassed. âOkay, your turn.â
âDare,â he said immediately.
You blinked. âWhy?â
âBecause I donât want to lie.â
You stared at him.
ââŠFine. I dare you toââ
âKiss me.â
Your breath stalled.
âWhat?â
âI dare you to kiss me.â
He said it casually, but you saw the way his hand gripped the blanket â the slight twitch in his jaw, the sharp inhale he tried to hide.
You licked your lips slowly.
âSunghoonââ
"Itâs just a game, right?â he said, voice velvet-soft.
You looked at him.
At his eyes. His mouth. His flushed cheeks and the way he was so close but not making a move.
Like he was giving you control.
And that scared you more than anything.
Because suddenly, the game didnât feel like a game anymore.
You leaned in.
Just a little.
Just enough that he felt your breath.
But before your lips touched, you pulled back and whispered, âNext round.â
He exhaled sharply, a chuckle slipping out â part relief, part frustration.
âYouâre evil.â
You smiled.
âJust playing the game.â
âIâm sleepy,â you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
The tension from the game still clung to your skin, warm and heavy. Your heart was doing too muchâpounding like you just ran up a hill instead of almost-kissing your best friend.
You tugged the blanket up and turned on your side, facing away from him.
Or so you thought.
Because as you lay back on the pillows, eyes half-lidded and breath evening out, your gaze landed somewhere else.
Above you.
The mirror on the ceiling.
You blinked.
It was such a stupid, love-hotel thing to have, and you hadnât even paid attention to it since the first day. But now?
Now you saw everything.
You.
Sunghoon.
Lying side by side, under the same blanket, bodies close enough to share heat.
His head tilted toward you slightly, lips parted like he was going to say somethingâbut didnât.
Your breath caught.
The image in the mirror wasnât what friends looked like.
It wasnât casual. It was intimate.
Too much.
Not enough.
You shifted, just barely.
And in the reflection, you watched Sunghoon do the same.
His hand moved above the blanket.
Closer.
Not touching youâbut hovering near your waist.
You felt his knuckles brush the hem of your shirt, barely there.
Goosebumps rose instantly.
Your eyes flicked up againâto the mirror.
He was watching it too.
Watching you.
ââŠSunghoon,â you said, barely audible.
He didnât move his hand. Didnât blink.
âI know,â he said softly, like he already knew what was in your chest. âYouâre sleepy.â
But he still didnât pull away.
Instead, he let his fingers rest lightly against your sideâjust enough pressure to make you feel it.
His voice dropped, rougher now.
âBut if you werenâtâŠâ
Your stomach twisted.
âIf I wasnât?â you asked.
He met your eyes in the mirror.
âIâd kiss you,â he murmured. âAnd this time, you wouldnât stop me.â
You couldnât speak. Couldnât breathe.
The air between you was thick. You felt the heat from his body, the blanket suddenly too warm. His words echoed, burning a hole into your chest.
Still, you didnât move.
Not away.
Not toward him.
Just⊠there. Caught.
Heart racing.
Eyes locked in the reflection.
And thenâ
He pulled his hand away slowly.
A soft breath left your lips.
âGoodnight, Y/N,â he whispered.
You closed your eyes.
But you didnât sleep for a long, long time.
Not with his voice still in your ear.
Not with his hand still ghosting your skin.
And not with that mirror burning above you, showing you something you couldnât unsee.
âCâmon,â Sunghoon said, tugging your wrist gently as you both stepped out of the taxi and into the Tokyo night. âWeâre not leaving Japan without at least one club night. Live a little.â
You gave him a look. âYouâre the one who googled âclubs that donât have a cover feeâ and filtered by âlow noise.ââ
âExactly,â he grinned. âIâm a responsible party animal.â
You snorted, but let him guide you in.
The club was tucked away under a neon sign and a set of stairs, with a cozy, crowded feelâdark corners, glowing drinks, and music that thudded deep in your chest.
He ordered you both something sweet and sparkling. The kind of drink that made your lips sticky and your smile looser.
It was supposed to be harmless.
Just a night out.
You wore a black dressâSunghoonâs pick, actually, from earlier that day.
âIâm not letting you pack a bunch of oversized hoodies for a night out,â he said back in the hotel. âShow some skin. Itâs Japan. Everyoneâs hot.â
So you did.
And now?
Now you were paying for it.
Two drinks in, you danced near the edge of the floor, swaying with the beat, laughing with Sunghoon beside you. His hand hovered low on your backânot touching, but close enough to be there if you stumbled.
Until he stepped away for a second to use the bathroom.
And they showed up.
Two guysâtall, confident, clearly a little tipsy.
âHey, you alone?â one of them asked, smiling too much, eyes dipping low.
You smiled politely, shaking your head. âIâm with someone.â
âOh?â The second guy grinned. âBoyfriend?â
Before you could answer, you felt itâa hand on your waist. Warm. Familiar.
Sunghoon.
âNo,â he said smoothly, his voice sharp behind you. âSheâs with me.â
You blinked, surprised by the edge in his tone.
Sunghoon wasnât the jealous type. Or at least, heâd never acted like it before. Not when guys checked you out. Not when they flirted harmlessly.
But tonight?
He wasnât joking.
One look at his face and you knew.
The guys backed off, muttering something in Japanese you didnât catch. But you didnât care. Not when Sunghoonâs fingers stayed on your hip even after they were gone.
You turned to him.
ââŠYou okay?â
He stared at you for a second.
Then he laughedâshort, breathless.
âYou have any idea how you look tonight?â
You blinked. âSunghoonââ
âNo,â he said, pulling you gently toward a quieter corner of the club. âI let you out in that dress and thought, yeah, sure, Iâll be normal about it. But then I see guys eyeing you like they have a shot and suddenly Iâmââ
He cut himself off.
You stared.
âSuddenly youâre what?â
He looked at you. Really looked.
And for the first time tonight, there was no filter.
âIâm not normal about you,â he said simply. âHavenât been for a long time.â
Your heart stuttered.
The music faded into nothing.
ââŠSunghoon.â
âI know,â he said, eyes flicking to your lips. âWeâre best friends. This whole tripâs been fun. Flirty. Safe. But tonight?â
He leaned in.
âTonight, I want to make it clear.â
Your back hit the wall, gently.
Not rough.
Not rushed.
Just enough to make your breath hitch.
âYouâre with me,â he whispered, lips barely brushing your jaw.
And you didnât move.
Not away.
Not at all.
The cab ride back to the hotel was dead silent.
Not because there was nothing to say.
Because everything had already been said â in the way Sunghoon looked at you when those guys tried flirting at the club, in the way his hand gripped your waist like it belonged there.
And in the way he whispered, low and rough:
âYouâre with me.â
The words looped in your head the whole ride. And when you stepped into your room â the one with the ridiculous train-themed decor, mood lighting, and giant mirror above the bed â it was over.
The second the door clicked shutâ
He kissed you.
Not like a friend.
Not like someone testing the waters.
Like he knew what you tasted like.
Like he needed it.
His hands were everywhere â cupping your face, sliding down your waist, pressing into your lower back until your bodies were flush. You were barely able to keep up with his mouth â all tongue, teeth, urgency.
You gasped when his lips left yours to nip your jaw.
âSunghoonââ
âI told you,â he growled, voice wrecked. âIâm not waiting anymore.â
He walked you backward toward the bed, kissing you between every step.
You fell onto the mattress, breathless, heart racing. The mirror above showed your reflection â the two of you tangled in shadows and heat, your thighs parting instinctively as Sunghoon leaned over you.
âYou donât know,â he whispered, nose brushing yours, âhow many nights Iâve watched you sleep in this bed.â
His hand slid under your dress, fingertips grazing your thighs.
âThinking about this.â
You gasped when he squeezed your leg, his eyes never leaving yours.
âYouâre soaked through,â he murmured.
âIâve beenâthinking about it too,â you admitted, cheeks warm.
That was all he needed.
Sunghoon yanked off his shirt, revealing the hard lines of his chest, the trail of muscle down his abs â you stared shamelessly.
He noticed.
âLike what you see?â
You nodded.
âUse your words, baby.â
âI like it,â you whispered, eyes blown wide. âI want all of you.â
He groaned. âFuck, youâre gonna kill me.â
Then he was kissing down your neck, tugging your dress off slowly, his mouth dragging over every new inch of skin.
âNo bra?â he murmured against your chest.
âYou told me to wear something easy to take off,â you whispered.
His eyes burned.
âI was joking,â he growled, âbut fuck, thatâs the hottest thing youâve ever said.â
His tongue circled your nipple before sucking hard, making your hips buck.
âSunghoonââ
âBe patient,â he said, sliding your panties off. âIâm going to make you cum on my tongue first.â
Then he was kneeling at the edge of the bed, pulling your legs over his shoulders, and diving in.
You cried out.
He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning like heâd just tasted heaven.
Then again. Slower.
His fingers gripped your thighs, keeping you open as he licked you deep â tongue teasing your folds, swirling around your clit, then flattening with just enough pressure to make your legs shake.
You tangled your fingers in his hair. âSunghoon, pleaseâpleaseââ
He paused, pulled back just enough to speak.
âSay it again.â
You moaned. âPlease, Sunghoonâmake me cumâpleaseââ
âGood girl.â
He dove back in, and you were gone.
Your orgasm ripped through you, thighs clenching around his head as you came with a broken moan of his name.
He didnât stop â he kept licking, slow and lazy now, lapping up everything you gave him until you were panting, trembling.
He crawled back up your body and kissed you â letting you taste yourself on his lips.
Then you felt him.
Hard. Heavy. Pressing against your thigh.
You reached down, wrapping your hand around him, and his head dropped to your shoulder with a groan.
âFuck,â he muttered. âIf you touch me like that, Iâm gonna lose it.â
You smirked, kissing his jaw. âThen lose it.â
He laughed â low and rough â then pulled back to line himself up.
You were still soaked. Still twitching from your first orgasm.
He met your eyes, voice hoarse.
âTell me you want this.â
âI want this,â you whispered. âI want you.â
He slid in with one deep thrust.
His hips rolled into you, slow and deep.
One thrust â thick, stretching, deliberate.
You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders as he filled you to the hilt.
âFuck, Sunghoonââ
âI know,â he murmured, mouth brushing your ear. âYouâre perfect like this.â
He stilled inside you, chest heaving. You could feel how hard he was â how much restraint he was using just to not lose control.
Then he pulled back.
And pushed in again.
Deeper.
Your breath hitched.
Above you, the mirror reflected everything â the way your body arched into him, how your mouth parted when he bottomed out, the tension in his jaw as he watched you take him like you were made for it.
You whimpered.
âLook up,â he said softly.
You did.
And your entire body shivered.
The sight was unreal.
His body between your legs.
The way your back curved.
The way your nails pressed into his skin.
Sunghoon leaned in close, lips dragging across your jaw.
âNow imagine if you could see this again.â
You blinked, dazed. âWhat?â
He reached for his phone.
Tossed a look toward the dresser, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
âI brought the tripod.â
Your stomach flipped.
âYouâre jokingââ
âNope.â He was already sliding the legs out, adjusting the angle toward the bed. âConsent. One hundred percent. Just for us. Just for tonight. I want to remember everything.â
Your thighs instinctively squeezed around his waist.
He placed the phone on the stand, hit record, and returned to you.
Settled between your legs again.
Caged you in with his arms.
Kissed you like it would never be enough.
âThis okay?â he whispered against your lips.
You nodded, eyes wide, chest rising.
âSay it, baby.â
You swallowed. âYes. I want it. I want you.â
He groaned â guttural, raw.
Then he started moving.
Long, slow strokes at first.
His hips grinding into yours, dragging over every sensitive spot with maddening precision.
His hand slid under your lower back, lifting your hips slightly â angling you better, deeper â until you were gasping his name.
âGodâHoonââ
âYou hear that?â he rasped, breathless. âThat sound you make when I hit hereââ
Thrust.
You cried out.
ââthatâs going to ruin me.â
His thumb brushed your clit in tight circles while he fucked you, rhythm getting messier â your thighs slick, sheets twisted, the air thick with skin and heat and moans.
âLook at you,â he whispered. âLook at how fucking pretty you are when Iâm inside you.â
You forced yourself to glance up at the mirror againâ
And it was filthy.
Your eyes glassy.
Your body bouncing gently with every stroke.
Sunghoon â hair messy, jaw clenched, sweat slicking his chest â completely lost in you.
His thrusts got faster.
Your fingers clawed at his back.
You were getting close again. Too close.
âSunghoonâHoonâIâmââ
âLet go,â he growled. âI want to see it. Want to see you cum all over me.â
His hand gripped your thigh tighter, holding you in place as he slammed into you, dragging your orgasm out until you were moaning shamelessly, your body shaking under him.
You came hard.
Eyes rolling.
Toes curling.
He groaned loudly, head dropping to your shoulder.
Then he pulled out suddenly â tugged his cock in his fist once, twiceâ
âWhere?â he panted.
âStomach,â you gasped. âPleaseââ
And he spilled with a sharp grunt, hot ropes across your skin, your belly, his hips still twitching from the force.
The room was silent except for your panting.
You both stared at the mirror.
Then each other.
Sunghoon let out a soft, broken laugh.
â...Weâre fucked.â
The room was still warm.
The soft buzz of fake train sounds from the speaker had long since faded into the background, replaced by only your uneven breathing and the low whirr of the air conditioner above the bed.
Your body was still tingling.
Muscles relaxed, core aching in the best way, thighs sticky with the aftermath of everything you just shared.
Sunghoon was lying beside you â one arm tucked under his head, the other draped lazily across your bare stomach. His fingers traced little, absent-minded shapes there, gliding through the mess heâd left on your skin like he couldnât bear not to touch you.
He looked wrecked. Hair messy. Eyes soft. Lips red from kissing too hard.
But the way he was looking at you now?
Completely different.
Like the teasing and jokes were stripped away.
Like he was finally seeing you.
And maybe for the first timeâyou were really letting him.
âYou okay?â he murmured.
His voice was soft, a little hoarse.
You turned your head slowly, looking at him. âYeah. More than okay.â
A smile tugged at his lips. âGood.â
Then, quieter, âBecause that... wasnât just for fun.â
Your heart stuttered.
âI meanââ he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, looking up at the ceiling. âI know weâve been friends forever. I know this trip was supposed to be, like, low-budget ramen and chaotic sightseeing and those vending machines youâre obsessed with, and I definitely didnât mean toâbook a fucking love hotelâbutââ
You cut him off with a quiet laugh, rolling over to face him. âHoon.â
He looked at you, eyes wide.
Your fingers reached up, brushing his hair from his forehead.
âI know it wasnât just for fun.â
You paused.
â...Did you really mean everything you said tonight? At the club? Back here?â
His gaze didnât flinch.
âEvery word.â
Your breath caught.
âYouâve... thought about this?â you asked, almost shy. âUs?â
He nodded slowly, like he was afraid heâd scare you off. âFor longer than I should have.â
You swallowed, heart thudding.
âWhy didnât you say anything?â
He smiled, soft and bittersweet. âBecause I didnât think I had a chance. Youâre...you. You flirt with ramen vending machines.â
You laughed, burying your face in the pillow. âI do not.â
âYou do,â he teased. âYou called that one in Shibuya a good boy.â
You giggled.
Then his fingers stilled on your stomach.
âBut the second I saw that guy at the club looking at you like you werenât the most precious thing in the room... I snapped. I couldnât keep pretending.â
You looked up at him. âAnd now?â
He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours.
âNow I want to be the only one who gets to touch you.â
Your breath caught.
âI want to take you on real dates. Hold your hand in public. Make you breakfast. Wake up beside you without wondering if I crossed a line the night before.â
Your chest ached â in the best way.
You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him closer.
âThen letâs do that.â
His brows lifted slightly.
âYeah?â You nodded. âYou idiot. Iâve wanted this too.â
He smiled â slow and real, the kind that reached his eyes.
And then? He kissed you again.
Gentle this time. Lingering. No rush.
Just the start of something real.
When you finally broke apart, curled in the sheets, your limbs tangledâ
Sunghoon rested his cheek on your chest, humming softly.
âWeâre kind of gross,â he mumbled sleepily.
You blinked. âWhat?â
He pointed up lazily.
You looked. And laughed. The mirror.
Still foggy. Still showing your bodies â flushed and messy and completely tangled up in each other.
âLetâs clean up,â you whispered.
Sunghoon groaned dramatically. âCanât move. Dead. Died from your pussy.â
You smacked his arm with a pillow. âRomantic.â
He grinned.
Then he sat upâstill shirtless, still glowingâand stretched.
As you slipped off the bed to grab your robe, something caught your eye.
That little panel near the bathroom. The one that looked just a little too clean. Too new.
You padded over, curiosity tugging.
Pushed it openâ And found the train.
âSunghoonâŠâ
Your voice was breathless, laced with awe and disbelief as you stared into the hidden room tucked behind the bathroom mirror.
He came up behind you, still shirtless, eyes scanning the strange, atmospheric glow pouring out of the secret space.
ââŠWhat the hell?â he murmured, stepping in beside you. The small room looked exactly like the interior of a luxury train car.
Gold-trimmed velvet seats lined both sides.
The projected windows showed nighttime scenery rushing past, as if the whole place were actually moving.
And above it all? Mirrors. Full-length. Perfect angles.
âDid you book this on purpose?â you whispered.
Sunghoon laughed quietly, slipping his arm around your waist. âYouâre giving me too much credit.â
You turned to look at him, still flushed, still warm and full from earlier.
He stared back at youâhis gaze darker now, hungrier.
âYou know,â he said, voice low, âwe canât just find a secret room like this and not do something stupid.â
You shivered.
âDefine stupid.â His lips ghosted your neck.
âTake off your robe,â he murmured.
You blinked. âHere?â
âHere,â he said, nodding toward one of the seats. âThere.â
Then he tilted your chin toward the mirror above.
âSo you can watch.â Your stomach flipped.
He pulled you inside gently, guiding you toward the plush velvet seat like it was a throne.
âSit,â he said, voice deeper now. âRight here. Legs open.â
You did. Robe sliding down your arms, bare underneath.
The second you sat, the coolness of the velvet against your thighs made you gasp.
Sunghoon dropped to his knees between your legs, spreading them wider, mouth just hovering over your center.
He looked up at you onceâdark eyes, flushed cheeks, messy hair. Yours.
âI didnât get enough of you earlier,â he murmured. âWanna taste you right. Wanna take my time.â
You whimpered.
Then his tongue was on you. Sunghoon devoured you.
Tongue slow and firm, licking up every drop, nose pressed into your folds, mouth working you open until your head fell back and your hips jerked against his mouth.
You glanced up, dazedâand moaned when you caught the mirror reflection.
Everything. Your legs trembling. Your hands gripping the seat. His messy hair buried between your thighs.
He glanced up mid-lick, locking eyes with you through the mirror.
âKeep looking,â he said, mouth shiny. âI want you to see what you do to me.â
He sucked your clit into his mouth thenâhard. You gasped, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
âOh my godâSunghoonâ!â
âYou gonna cum again, baby?â he whispered, licking slow circles again. âRight here, in this fucked-up train fantasy room?â
You moanedâloud, desperate.
âSay it.â
âYesâpleaseâyes, Iâm gonnaâfuckââ
He flicked his tongue in a perfect rhythm, and when his fingers slid inside youâtwo, slow, deepâyou shattered.
You came on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, crying out as he licked you through it, swallowing everything you gave him.
When you finally stopped shaking, he kissed the inside of your thighs, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked up.
Still on his knees. Still hard.
But now? Smiling. Smug. Possessive.
âStill alive?â he teased. You gave a breathless laugh. âBarely.â
âGood,â he said, standing. âBecause Iâm not done with you.â He pulled you up to your feet and spun you to face the mirror.
Your reflection was glowingâlips parted, chest heaving, legs weak.
Sunghoon pressed up behind you, cock dragging along your ass as he leaned in to whisper:
âBend over the seat.â
You obeyedâbare hands gripping the backrest, legs shaking as he kicked your feet further apart.
He stroked himself behind you, tip brushing your folds.
âLook how ready you are,â he murmured. âAlready dripping again.â
He slid in with one thrust. You both moaned. You watched in the mirror as he grabbed your hips and began to moveâslow at first, letting you feel every thick inch inside.
Then harder. Faster. Filthy.
The sound of skin slapping, your breathy moans, his rough gruntsâit was insane. His hand slid around to grip your throat gently, tipping your face toward the mirror again.
âWatch, baby. Watch me fuck you.â You did.
And it was the most erotic thing youâd ever seen.Youâbent over, mouth open in shock. Himâbehind you, wrecked, hips snapping, muscles straining.
And you couldnât last. You were already so full. So overstimulated. So his. âIâmâgonnaâagainââ
âDo it,â he panted. âCum for me. Make a mess. Iâm right behind you.â You came againâharder this time, louder, a cry ripped from your throat as your body clenched around him.
And with a final groanââFuck, yesââhe came too, spilling deep inside you, his hips twitching, hands gripping your waist tight as he gave you everything. You collapsed onto the velvet seat, breathless, shaking.
Sunghoon leaned over you, arms wrapped around your waist from behind.
You both stared into the mirror. Sweaty. Marked. Ruined.
ââŠBest love hotel ever,â you mumbled.
Sunghoon laughed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
âWelcome to the last stops, baby.â
The water steamed around you, warm and humming, tiny waves lapping at your sides as you sank back into the love hotelâs private jacuzzi.
The bathroom light was dim, glowing low and amber, reflecting off the tiled walls like candlelight.
You barely had time to close your eyes before a pair of arms slipped around your waist from behind.
âRound three,â Sunghoon murmured into your shoulder.
âAlready?â you whispered, dazed. âYouâre serious?â
âYouâre mine now,â he said simply. âIâm never gonna be done.â
You moaned as he pulled you back into his chest, your legs floating around his hips, his hands sliding across your stomach beneath the water.
Then higher.
Until he had your breasts cupped in both palms.
âFuck,â he groaned. âIâm obsessed.â
You bit your lip, gasping as he started to play with them â thumbs brushing your nipples, squeezing gently like heâd been waiting to get his hands on them all night.
âI always noticed,â he confessed, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. âEvery time you stretched in front of me, every time your shirt clung to them when it rainedâ"
âSunghoonââ
ââand now theyâre mine,â he said, voice rough with need. âSo Iâm gonna touch them whenever I want.â
His mouth trailed down your neck, then he reached around, shifting you to straddle his lap in the water.
âYouâre so fucking pretty,â he muttered, lowering his mouth to your chest.
Then he kissed your breastsâslow, wet kisses, tongue flicking across your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.
You let out a soft moan, your hands burying in his wet hair. He groaned into your skin, pulling your body even closer until your tits were pressed to his face. His voice was muffled. âI could live right here.â You giggled breathlessly. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âIâm obsessed,â he corrected, licking again. âLet me worship you.â You felt his cock harden again beneath you, hot and heavy in the water.
âSunghoonâŠâ
âIâll be gentle,â he whispered, mouth brushing your chest. âOne more. Just one more.â
He reached under the water, lining himself up, and slowly eased you down onto him â warm water swirling around your waists as you sank onto his cock, inch by thick inch.
You both groaned. It felt so full like this. So warm. Slippery. Intimate. His forehead pressed to yours, hands gripping your waist.
âMove for me, baby,â he whispered. âNice and slow.â
You rolled your hips, riding him gently in the water, the movement easy and fluid with the water supporting your weight. And he couldnât stop watching your chest.
âFuck,â he moaned. âBounce for me, just like that. Look at themâ"
Your tits bounced with every movement, droplets clinging to your nipples, glistening under the soft light. His hands returned to them again and again â massaging, squeezing, sucking one into his mouth as you moved on him.
You whined. âYouâre too into thisââ
âI warned you,â he growled. âTheyâre mine now.â
Then he grabbed your hips, took over the pace, thrusting up into you as the water splashed gently around you. Slow, deep strokes. His cock dragging against your sensitive walls, your body already so used to him but still twitching at the stretch. You clung to him, lips brushing his. âYou feel so good.â
âI want you to cum on my cock like this,â he breathed. âWanna feel you clench around me again.â
His hand slid between your bodies, thumb brushing over your clit under the water â slow, tight circles until you were gasping again.
âCum for me, baby,â he whispered against your lips. âWhile Iâm buried inside you. I want to feel it.â
You did. With a broken gasp, body trembling in the bubbling heat, your walls tightened around him, clenching so hard he swore under his breathâ
âFuckâyesâfuck, youâre perfectââ
And then he came too, moaning into your mouth as he spilled inside you again, his arms tightening around you as if he couldnât let you go. You stayed there, clinging to him, your body spent and warm, water lapping gently against your skin.
He kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Then your boob. Again.
âSeriously?â âWhat?â he said innocently. âTheyâre the love of my life now.â
The water steamed around you, warm bubbles churning against your skin as Sunghoon's hands gripped your hips tighter, pulling you flush against his hard body. His lips trailed hot kisses down your neck, teeth grazing just enough to send shivers racing through you despite the heat. "Mine" he growled low, voice rough with need, his cock already throbbing against your thigh, slick with the jacuzzi's warmth and his own arousal.
You arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he lifted you slightly, the water sloshing around your waists. His mouth captured yours in a fierce kiss, tongue plunging deep, claiming every inch while one hand slid between your legs. Fingers parted your folds, stroking your clit with firm circles that made you gasp into his mouth. He didn't tease for longâSunghoon never did when possession burned this hot. Two fingers pushed inside you, curling to hit that spot that had your walls clenching around him.
"Fuck, you're still so wet for me," he murmured against your lips, pumping his fingers faster, thumb grinding your clit. The water made everything slicker, hotter, your body responding with desperate bucks against his hand. But he wasn't done worshipping yet. Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them to your mouth, pressing them past your lips. "Taste yourself. Taste how much you want this." You sucked eagerly, tongue swirling around his digits, eyes locked on his darkened gaze.
Satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he pulled his hand away, replacing it with the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance. But instead of thrusting in right there, he stood fully, water cascading off his toned chest and abs, muscles flexing as he hauled you up with him. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, the jacuzzi's edge pressing into your back for leverage. "Not like this," he said, voice husky. "I want to fuck you standing, feel every inch of you gripping me while I hold you open."
He shifted, one arm banding around your back to support you, the other guiding his cock. The tip breached you slowly at first, stretching your pussy with that delicious burn as he sank in inch by inch. You moaned, head falling back, the steam-filled air thick with the scent of sex and chlorine. Water lapped at your joined bodies, but it was nothing compared to the heat building where he filled you completely, balls pressing against your ass.
Sunghoon groaned, hips snapping forward in a sharp thrust that buried him to the hilt. "God, yesâtight like this, just for me." He started a rhythm, powerful and unrelenting, each drive lifting you slightly against him, your breasts bouncing with the force. His free hand roamed, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out, then soothing it with his mouth, sucking the peak between his teeth. You clung to him, nails raking down his back, urging him deeper.
The standing position let him angle just right, his cock dragging along your inner walls, hitting your g-spot with every plunge. Water splashed around you as he fucked harder, possessive grunts escaping him. "No one else gets this. No one else fucks you like I do." His pace quickened, hips pistoning, the slap of wet skin echoing in the steamy enclosure. Your pussy fluttered around him, building toward that edge, clit grinding against his pelvis with each thrust.
He sensed it, shifting his hold to free a hand, fingers finding your clit again. He rubbed in tight, fast circles, matching his brutal rhythm. "Cum for me. Milk my cock while I fill you up." The command pushed you over, orgasm crashing through you like a wave, walls spasming as you screamed his name. Sunghoon followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, hot cum flooding your pussy in thick spurts. He held you there, both panting, his forehead pressed to yours as the aftershocks rippled through.
But even spent, his grip didn't loosen. "We're not done" he whispered, already hardening inside you again. "I want more".
Sunghoon's cock twitched inside your still-pulsing pussy, the mix of his cum and your juices leaking down your thighs into the bubbling water. He didn't pull out yet, instead rocking his hips in slow, deliberate grinds that kept the friction alive, his mouth crashing back onto yours. The kiss was messy, tongues tangling with renewed hunger, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as he swallowed your whimpers. "You feel that?" he rasped between breaths, one hand cupping your ass to tilt you higher on his shaft. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're ruined for anyone else."
He thrust up again, harder this time, the water churning wildly as he bounced you on his length. Your oversensitive walls clenched around him, every slide sending sparks of pleasure-pain through your core. You gasped into his mouth, breaking the kiss to beg, but he silenced you with another deep plunge, his free hand tangling in your wet hair to yank your head back. His lips attacked your throat, sucking marks into the skinâdark bruises that would linger as proof of his claim.
The rhythm built fast, his hips snapping with possessive force, cock stretching you wide with each entry. Your clit rubbed against his base, the pressure coiling tight despite the fresh ache from your first climax. "That's it, take it all," he growled, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise. You shattered again sooner than expected, body trembling as another orgasm ripped through you, but he didn't stop. Sunghoon kept pounding, chasing his own release while your pussy fluttered helplessly around him, overstimulated nerves firing wildly.
"Fuck, yesâsqueeze me like that," he grunted, finally spilling inside you with a guttural moan, hot ropes of cum painting your walls anew. He held you impaled, panting against your shoulder, but his cock stayed buried deep, semi-hard and insistent. Slowly, he lowered you both back into the jacuzzi, the warm jets massaging your joined bodies as he pulled you onto his lap facing him.
His hands roamed your back, tracing the scratches you'd left earlier, before cupping your face for a slower makeout. Lips brushed softly at first, then deeper, his tongue exploring lazily while his hips shifted beneath you. You felt him thickening again, the third round stirring as he broke the kiss to murmur, "On your knees. Show me how much you need my cock."
You slid down eagerly, the water lapping at your chest as you positioned yourself between his spread thighs. His erection stood proud, veined and glistening with your combined fluids. Wrapping your hand around the base, you leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit, tasting the salty mix of cum and arousal. Sunghoon's fingers threaded through your hair, guiding you gently at first. "Suck it. Take me deep."
Your lips parted, sliding over the head, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed down, taking more with each pass. The jacuzzi's bubbles tickled your skin, adding to the sensory overload as you worked him with your mouthâtongue swirling along the underside, hand stroking what you couldn't fit. He groaned, hips bucking slightly, fucking your face with controlled thrusts. "God, your mouth... so fucking good. Look at me while you do it."
Eyes locked on his, darkened with lust, you hummed around his length, the vibration drawing a hiss from him. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with the water, as you deepthroated him, throat relaxing to accommodate his girth. His grip tightened, possessive, holding you there for a moment before letting you pull back for air. "Enough." he said hoarsely, hauling you up for another searing kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.
He spun you around then, pressing your back to his chest, legs draped over his as he positioned you. One arm locked around your waist, the other parting your thighs wide. "Spread for me," he commanded, fingers dipping into your soaked pussy, scooping out some of his cum before rubbing it over your clit. You moaned too cock drunk to speak, arching into his touch, but he was already lining up his cock, slamming home in one fluid motion.
This angle let him go deeper, the head of his dick battering your cervix with every upward thrust. Water splashed over the jacuzzi's edge as he fucked you relentlessly, his mouth on your neck, biting and licking. "You're mine to use"he whispered hotly, fingers returning to your clit, pinching and rolling it until you were sobbing with overstimulation. Your body betrayed you, hips grinding back despite the intensity, chasing the building pressure. "Yours only-fuckâ yours." You managed to replied back.
He didn't let up, pace brutal, cock dragging against your g-spot with precision. The coil snapped violentlyâyour pussy gushed around him, squirting in forceful arcs that mixed with the jacuzzi water, soaking his thighs. "Fuck, yesâsquirt for me, baby," he praised, thrusting through it, prolonging the waves until you were a trembling mess.
Sunghoon came with a roar, flooding you once more, his body shuddering against yours. He held you close through the aftershocks, kisses turning tender, lips brushing your temple, your jaw. "All mine,"he murmured, finally softening and slipping out, cum trickling from your abused pussy.
Exhausted, he lifted you effortlessly, wrapping you in a towel before carrying you to the nearby lounge chair. The steam still hung in the air as he settled beside you, pulling you into his chest. His arms encircled you possessively, one hand stroking your hair as your eyelids grew heavy. "Sleep now" he whispered, voice soft and kissing the top of your head. You drifted off to the rhythm of his heartbeat, safe and claimed in his embrace.
The scent of miso soup and freshly baked melonpan woke you before sunlight did.
You blinked against the soft morning glow spilling in through the patterned blinds.
The mirror above the bed was foggy now from the jacuzzi steam the night before â a quiet, ghostly reminder of everything youâd done in this ridiculous love hotel.
The sheets were wrapped around you like a cocoon, and when you turned over, the space beside you was empty. But only for a second. Because then Sunghoon walked in, shirtless, hair a mess, tray in hand. Room service.
âGood morning, superstar,â he grinned. You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes. âYou ordered food?â
âI ordered everything.â
He plopped the tray down on the bed â steaming rice bowls, tamagoyaki, cut fruit in flower shapes, and melonpan fresh enough that you could smell the butter. Two iced coffees sat sweating in the corner. You blinked. âYou remembered melonpan?â
âYou moaned about it in your sleep,â he teased, climbing back into bed. You slapped his chest lightly. âYouâre lying.â
âMaybe,â he grinned. âMaybe I just like hearing you moan.â
You groaned, flopping face-first into a pillow. âStop talking.â
He chuckled. âThatâs rich, coming from someone who begged me in a fake train room last night.â
You threw the other pillow at him.
He caught it mid-air. âIâm keeping this one. Smells like your shampoo.â
You peeked out from under the sheets, still flushed.
âAre you⊠always like this in the morning?â
âOnly when I wake up with my favorite person naked beside me.â
He leaned over to kiss your cheek.
Then your shoulder. Then your chest.
You shoved him back with a laugh. âEat your breakfast.â âIâm trying, but my mealâs hiding under all those blanketsâow, okay, Iâm doneâ!â
He handed you a cup of coffee like it was the holy grail. You drank. Grateful. Warm in more ways than one. After a moment of silence, your voice dropped.
âSo⊠this isnât just a one-time thing, right?â
Sunghoon didnât hesitate.
âBabe. I came like a dozen times and cried into your neck. Youâre not getting rid of me.â You snorted into your cup. He reached across the tray, brushing your fingers with his.
âI mean it. I want you. All the time. After we go home. Even when youâre being annoying.â
You narrowed your eyes. âWhen am I annoying?â
âSpecially when your annoying,â he smiled. He reached for his phone and, without asking, snapped a picture of you wrapped in blankets, coffee cup in hand, cheeks flushed from laughter.
You groaned. âNoâdelete thatâ!â
âNope,â he grinned, adding it to an album. âThis is my favorite version of you. Hair messy, barely alive, and mine.â
You went still. Then softly, âYours?â
He looked up. âOf course.â Then quieter.
â...Always hoped youâd be.â You leaned in and kissed him slow. Sleepy. Full of a new kind of sweetness.
âOkay,â you whispered. âSo what now?â
Sunghoon leaned back against the headboard, arm around you.
âWeâll finish the trip,â he said. âTake more pictures. Eat ridiculous food.â
Then, with a cheeky grin:
âSee if the other rooms here have different themes. Maybe one with clouds? A plane? Hospital bedâ?â
âAbsolutely not.â
âOkay, but hear me outââ
You shoved a piece of fruit into his mouth.
He chewed, smug.
Then he laced his fingers through yours.
âI want to do this every year,â he said seriously. âTravel. Get lost. End up somewhere weird.â
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To all black girls who refuse to be subjected to prejudices and forced into a mold. I love you.
who knew having two guys wanting you could feel so good, especially when its your hot best friend, park sunghoon, and the new australian transfer student, sim jaeyun. why choose one when you could have both?
park sunghoon + sim jaeyun x fem!reader
genre: college/hockey au
content warnings: smut, very suggestive, jealous/possessive themes, mean dom sunghoon, soft dom (almost sub?) jake, threesome, pussy eating, slapping, fingering, squirting, cum eating, it gets messy. dry humping, boob obsessed jake! teasing, sexting, unprotected sex, slight size kink, morally grey characters, y/n loves the attention (she pretends she doesnât), they bring her freak out but who wouldnât for jakehoon? featuring: heeseung and jay, this is pretty much porn with a plot btw..
word count: 15k
Every university has its sport, football, baseball, basketball, you name it. Crimson University has them all of course. But where they really specialize in, is Hockey.Â
One of the most intense sports played on ice. Especially by your school's team. Aggressive would be an understatement, it's straight up brutal in that rink.Â
You used to wonder what it felt like, the adrenaline rush. But watching became more your speed. Which is why youâre standing a few feet away from your university's hockey team, the players standing up, sticks banging against the boards, shouting as Park Sunghoon lands a punch on an opponent from the other team.Â
You shouldnât even be surprised either, considering he's always been terrible at keeping his anger in, and that this sport is the only way he tends to get it out.Â
You two have been friends for a while, if 5 years could be considered that. Back when he was bench warming at your high school Hockey teams game as freshmen, you were taking yearbook photos. Funny how it's almost parallel to what's happening at this very moment.Â
Except, Park Sunghoon is now one of the best players on the team, Hellâ maybe even in the country. And youâre majoring in journalism, getting photos for the weekly newsletter.
You thought that once he reached big league status after you both got accepted into Crimson University, he'd maybe forget about you..?
But that's far from the truth, how could he? You were the one person who actually tried to get to know him in highschool, when he was just some twig to snap on the ice.
Yeah, it was for a yearbook interview you had to do. But you always had good intentions, and he looked like he needed someone to sit with at lunch that day. You've both seen each other at your best and worst, deepest secrets tucked in each other's heartsâ and since then you two have been pretty much inseparable.Â
Everyone erupts into shouts, pure chaos in the rink, and out. The other teams student section yelling, and yours mirroring that. The hockey stick in Sunghoon's hand is long forgotten as he slams the other guy against the glass barrier, shaking it completely.
Your team's coach is blowing his whistle, yelling, but it's not enough. You watch as the boys on the rink skate over attempting to separate them, Lee Heeseung; Team captain making it there first, attempting to force Sunghoon off of the poor guy.Â
Park Jongseong or Jay as the team calls him, takes his other side, yelling at Sunghoon, telling him to stop, and that it's just âgoing to make shit worseâ.
Sunghoon's fist is raised in the air, inches away from the guy in front of him who decided now was the time to make a comment about you. âHoonâ man we need you, donât fuck it up.â Heeseung says. Placing a hand on his shoulder.Â
You watch from a distance as Sunghoon lowers his fist, pushing off the guy and stepping back, picking up his hockey stick to skate back to the other side.Â
The coach doesnât even have to say anything because Sunghoon goes straight into the penalty box. And he knows heâs going to hear that shit later in the locker room.
You glance over at him a few feet away from you, shaking your head as he takes off his helmet, his sweat clad hair sticking to his forehead. He sets it on the ground more aggressively than needed.
The rest of the team skates back over to the bench gates, gathering around the coach, most likely discussing who they are going to sub in for Sunghoon.Â
He looks over at you as the boys go back on ice, taking position, you adjust your camera lens, trying to get the best shots you can of your school's Hockey team. You catch him looking from the corner of your eye.
Gesturing to the penalty box heâs sitting in, you mouth the words "That's what you getâ before focusing back on your camera, he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. But God knows if anyone else had said that, theyâd be in deep shit.
Five minutes later they put him back on the ice, the score now a whopping 5-4, Crimson Ville in the lead of course. One minute left in the third period, there's no doubt they are taking the win. Your eyes drift to the other team and their student section still trying to stay just as hyped as yours even if they know exactly what's going to happen.Â
Everyone was on their feet, the players making noise, cheers coming from all around as Heeseung passes the puck to Jay, you watch as a player from the opposite team rams into him, attempting to steer him off track, Jay manages to knock it over to another player, who gets it taken by someone from the opposite team.
Sunghoon comes in full force, nearly knocking him off his feet, shoulder ramming into him as he takes the puck, skating across the ice, inching closer and closer, Sunghoon looks for the familiar 07 jersey, spotting him immediately, Heeseung. He's quick to pass it over to him, Heeseung dodges a player coming at him, getting even closer to the goal
Jay covers him, bumping into a player on Heeseung's ass, the shouts grow louder as he gets closer to the Goal, everything is going how they planned the play, just when the goalie thinks Heeseung is going to hit the puck in, Sunghoon comes in on the other side, giving Heeseung a clear opening to pass it to him. It's a flash of Red, black, and white jerseys as Sunghoon knocks the puck into the goal, the opposite team's goalie caught completely off guard by the switch up.
Everyone abrupts into screams and shouts, cheering on, chanting their names, you watch as the boys from Crimson ville step over the boards, skating over to Sunghoon and Heeseung, slapping them on their helmets encouragingly.
Sunghoon looks at the crowd in the stands, before holding up his hockey stick in dramatic victory, smile bright on his face as the crowd cheers even louder, you capture the moment through your camera lens perfectly.Â
With it being the first game of the season, of course there's a celebration, especially since Crimson Ville won.
Sunghoon insisted on you going, the Party being held in his shared place with Jay and Heeseung. You were familiar with the place considering you came often, and also since it was kind of a hot spot for the parties here at Uni ever since Freshman year.Â
You try to adjust to the smell of alcohol, sweat, and something else as you enter the house, some loud rap song playing on their obnoxiously big speakers, lights flickering, people shouting, all still buzzing from the win.
The place was packed to the brim, bodies crowded, swaying. You and your friend, who happens to be the coaches daughter, both give each other a look.Â
âIm gonna find Yunjin and them, youâre gonna be alright?â She asks, standing on her tip toes to somewhat observe the crowd, you offer a nod and smile as she squeezes through, disappearing in the sea of bodies.
âY/N!â youâd recognize that voice anywhere, some heads turn as none other than Park Sunghoon approaches you, red solo cup in hand, Jersey rolled up to act as a sleeveless shirt, he throws his arm around your shoulder in the way he normally does.Â
People used think you two were datingâTheyâd look at you and say âOh y/n, nah sheâd never get with a guy like him. She has too much respect for herself to do that.â since heâs sort of developed a reputation for himself, one that includes fucking girls and never anything more.
You tried to tell him it's wrong to do that, but he tends to give excuses like âI never promised them anything.â You roll your eyes as he guides you to the kitchen where you recognize the other players' faces.Â
âAye, look who made it,â Heeseung says, pouring you a drink. âSomeone wouldn't stop begging me too.â You eye Sunghoon who raises his hands innocently, not even bothering to hide the grin on his face. You take the drink from Heeseung, sipping a little before nearly gagging.Â
âGodâ what did you put in this, its radioactiveâ You stick your tongue out in a disgusted manner earning a laugh from him, âJay mixed a bunch of shit together, apparently its one of his famous mixed drinksâ Sunghoon mocks, getting a light shove from Jay who sniffs the drink in his cup âIts not even that badâ fuck, okay never mind.â He sets his cup down earning even more laughs.Â
Some more people fill up the kitchen, you prop yourself up on the counter, Sunghoon leans against it beside you. âSo, get any good photos of me?â He asks, looking at you. âIf youâre talking about the way you clip farmed at the end, then yes.â You stifle a laugh, âYou know my best angles babyâ He winks, you shove his shoulder, he holds it dramatically faking hurt making you laugh even harder.
You watch as a girl approaches him, no surprise with that. Dress clinging to her body, his gaze immediately drops to her chest before looking at her face. You take that as your sign to hop off the counter, he opens his mouth to call back for you but the girl already takes her chance, and you definitely don't want to know what she has to say.Â
You spot your friends on the couch, some clinging to the other players on the team, â-some big shot guy from Australia?â Jay questions, leaning over Heeseung's phone.
âYeahâ my dad said he's like really good, that's why he's transferring here.â Your friend says, repeating the words of the team's coach, You walk over, sitting in the open seat next to her on the couch, Heeseung on the other side. âWho are you guys talking about?â You ask over the loud music,Â
âHoly shitâ He scored 56 goals last season?â Jay exclaims, scrolling on Heeseung's phone, âMan this guys something serious.â One of the other teammates says.
Heeseung leans forward to look at you, âWe're getting a new transfer student, some university in Australia, I've been communicating with him a bit over break. He was supposed to be here for today's game but he couldn't make itâ pretty sure he flies in on Sunday.â
Heeseung says casually eyes drifting to Jay who is now going through Heeseung's messages where he was in fact communicating with said transfer student. âWait, is this why we still haven't accepted any offers for the extra room?â Jay asks curiously
âYeah, he said heâd pay his side of the rent and everything, plus if he's as chill as he seems, he'll get along just right with us.â Heeseung says before snatching his phone from Jay before he sees something he shouldn't.Â
âWhats his name?â You ask, brow raised. âJake Sim. Coach already has his Jersey ready, hes excited as fuck too.â Your friend chuckles, âYeah it's all he's been talking about if it's not you, Jay or Sunghoon.â Your friend mumbles to Heeseung who says something low enough that you can't hear it.Â
You space out, the name sounds oddly familiar, Jake Sim..
That's when it clicks, you remember reading over the message from the Honors Society, the one where you were chosen to give a tour and help a new student, which is completely normal for those in the Program.
But now you know who that student is, Jake Sim. You don't say anything about it as conversation switches. But you know youâll definitely look into it later.Â
Your eyes follow everyone else's as the team whistles, watching as Sunghoon holds the hand of the same girl from earlier, leading her up the stairs.
He offers them all the finger before disappearing. âHe better be done by the time it clears out.â Jay mutters, running a hand through his hair, Heeseung chuckles knowingly.
You tilt your head questioning, âLast time he had some chick in there who couldn't keep her mouth shut for the life of her, screaming and shitââ Jay says, you cut him off âOkay, ewââ You make a disgusted face, earning a laugh from your friends.
âGirl, I don't know how you deal with him.â One of your friends say, legs swung over another players lap, you shrug offering a smile as the topic switches.
Normally you don't really stay to clean up at their place, considering it would quite literally be around 2-3 am by the time everyone clears out.
But you wanted to hear more about this Jake Sim everyone seems so eager about. âWhat made him want to transfer here?â You ask Heeseung curiously, washing the remains in a few used solo cups down the sink.
He throws some empty cans in a trashbag, not bothering to look at you âIt was his best option, apparently he's smart as hell too.â He says casually, moving around the kitchen, putting away any extra alcohol leftover. âOh..â You look down at your feet before washing out the sink.Â
âAlright backyards good, im not going any further because I dont know what im going to step into, especially with the lightweights who throw up everywhere and shit.â Jay says, shutting the glass slide door behind him.
âDid your friends head out y/n?â He asks, looking around. Heeseung's head pops up at that âYeah, I wasn't going to make them stay to clean up.â You chuckle dryly.Â
âPlus, Sunghoon said heâd give me a ride.â You smile at the both of them, they give each other a look, one that you don't see before shutting off the sink and drying your hands off with a paper towel.Â
âAlright, but if he doesnât come down in the next 30 minutes, Jay can take you.â Heeseung says, Jay makes an offended expression âDude, I need my beauty sleep tooââ
All three of your eyes shift to the sound of a door slamming upstairs, the culprit coming into sight right after.
The same girl from earlier that Sunghoon had brought up stomping angrily down the stairs, her steps faltering when she sees the three of you watching her with confused faces. Heeseung shakes his head knowingly before focusing back on cleaning up.Â
Her eyes immeditly land on you, âFuck are you looking at?â She looks you up and down before moving to the front door, you don't say anything as she slams that one behind her as well.
âI donât even want to know what he did.â Jay says, rubbing the back of his head.Â
âIâll go talk to him.â You brush past both of them, making your way up the stairs. Your hand hovers over the handle, ultimately deciding to knockâjust in case.
âDidnât change my mind.â Sunghoon says, irritation leaking from his tone, your brows furrow before speaking up âSunghoon, it's me.â He doesn't have to ask who, by now he's recognized the sound of your voice.
He opens the door for you 5 seconds later, you observe his room to see his clothes from earlier now discarded on the floor beside his messy bed. Hockey trophies stacked neatly along his shelf. Your eyes land on him, the grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the black Calvin Klein branded boxers poking out.
âPut some clothes on.â You move past him, picking up a white tank top hanging on his desk chair and throwing it at his chest. He chuckles before putting it on and shutting the door, laying on his bed causally.Â
He leans against his pillows, arms resting behind his head as he watches you. âComeâreâ He pats the spot next to him, you slip off your sneakers before sitting down beside him.
âShe seemed pretty upset.â You look down at him warily, he tries not to smile at your expression âDonât worry about it, just lay with me for a little.â He says, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you flush against him.Â
You relax into his hold, hand resting on his chest âYou still need to drive me home.â You mutter, eyes already feeling drowsy as his large hand flattens on your hair. âSays the one falling asleep.â He chuckles when your hand lightly hits him, practically tickling. âShut up..â You mumble, curling deeper into his arms.Â
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Sunday comes sooner than you expected, you made a note to set your alarm so you could get to the Honors Society building early, collecting the papers you need, including Jake Simâs printed schedule.
You check your phone, smoothing down the front of your sweater and jeans before walking towards the main lobby.Â
â-Oh yeah, it's beautiful here. So much more different than home.â Your eyes find the sound immediately, the thick Australian accent cutting through your senses.
You observe him from behind, his dark washed jeans, to the white shirt with the words "Brisbane Hockey Championship" on the back. The girl, who you recognize as another student in the Honors Society smiling ear to ear while talking to him.Â
You walk closer, folder held in your hand. âJake Sim?â You question, his eyes fall on you, taking you in. And to say this man was handsome was an understatement, heâs straight up gorgeous
âThat's meâ He smiles boyishly at you, eyes falling to your lips for a split second. Great, a natural flirt too.
âI'm y/n, youâre here for your schedule and tour right?â You ask, tilting your head. âNice to meet you, y/nâ He holds out his hand, you try not to smile at the formal gesture before shaking his, he holds it a second too long before letting go.Â
âIll see you around, yeah?â He turns to the girl sitting down, she nods eagerly earning a chuckle from him before he falls into step beside you.
âSo, Australia?â You ask, leading him outside the building, the sun beaming down on the campus. He looks down at you, âAccents that strong huh?â He asks playfully, âItâs not everyday we get a transfer from there.â You smile politely, opening the folder in your hand.Â
You hand him his schedule filled with the courses he chose, mirroring his credits from Australia, âYouâre lucky, a lot of those are in the same areaâ You lean over, pointing. He nods, catching the faint smell of your peach scented shampoo. âGuess it's better weâre doing this on a Sunday thenâ He smiles, walking beside you.Â
After finishing the tour early, you and Jake had moved to the Hockey rink, he asked if he could see it since that's where he was going to be playing until he graduated from here.
You were happy to show him, but being you, wanting to fill the silence, accidentally brought up the story about the time you were sitting in this exact spot with your group of friends. It was freshman year before the first game of the season, which also happened to be your birthday.
Sunghoon decided it was the perfect time to surprise you with the rest of the team, unfortunately with a pink birthday stash and tiara, while encouraging everyone in the stands to sing happy birthday to you.
Jake was cheesing ear to ear at the story, you cringing in embarrassment. âSome friends you got yourselfâ He had said, chuckling. You didn't tell him it was Sunghoon, you don't know why either.
You don't know how long you two have been sitting here, just talking. Jake was the kind of person you could easily get along with, where conversation flowed.
He had nudged your shoulder jokingly calling you âprincessâ the nickname making a slight blush coat your cheeks, especially said with his accent.
Jake tries to be a respectful guy, he really does. But one thing about him is that he loves women. Godâ everything about them, so he was excited to come here, not only for hockey but also to see what this university could provide for him, sex wise maybe.
You lean your head back, laughing at something he said, his eyes trail down your neck, to the curve of your breast beneath your sweater before looking at your face again.Â
His phone goes off in his pocket, he reads the message across his screen from Heeseung saying that he's free to come by and get settled any time today.
You tilt your head as he stands up, helping you off the stands, you two walk next to each other like it's natural, stepping outside into the warm air. You turn to face him.
âIn here is pretty much everything you need to know, if you want to change any of your classes, and I'm sure the Hockey schedule is in there too.â You hand it to him, âI'll see you around, Jake.â You smile, he doesn't think before reaching out for your wrist, you pause, facing him again.
âDo you mind if I get your number?â You raise your brow, â-In case I need help or anything, you seem to know a lot about everything.â He lets go of your hand gently
âYeah, sure.â You hold out your hand and he swipes through his phone, you put your number in and hand it back to him. âIf you need anything just send me a text.â You tuck your hair behind your ear, a part of him wishes he did it for you.
âThanks for the tour, Princess.â You turn around hiding your face as you walk away from him, he shakes his head smirking before going the other way.Â
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âI mean she practically broke the fucking hinges off the door.â Jay exaggerates, helping Jake bring his bags upstairs to his new room. âNah, youâre just dramatic as hell.â Sunghoon chuckles, setting one of Jake's bags beside the bed.
Heeseung leans against the door frame with a smile on his face. âHow about the girls in Australia?â Heeseung asks curiously. Jake whistles low âMan, they get fucking crazy over there. This one time this chick and her friends keyed my friends car because he broke it off, brand new too.â
Jay hisses at words, âAll I have to say is don't mess with those Gold Coast girls.â The guys make their way down to the living room after Jake said he didn't want to âhold them upâÂ
âAlright rules.â Heeseung says, dragging the other three's attention to him. Sunghoon rolls his eyes, âFirst, try to pick up. Which shouldn't be an issue considering how neatly packed your bags are.â
That earns a chuckle from Jake, âSecond, if youâre having a girl over, for the love of Godâ try not to have her screaming and shit, or eating our food.â He emphasizes the last part, Jay eyes Sunghoon, laughing when he flips him off.
âThird.. Uhâ pay rent on time.â Heeseung leans back against the couch proudly. Jake nods after each rule, understanding.
âHow about now though? Have you seen anyone who interests you?â Sunghoon asks curiously, observing Jake from the other couch.
âI mean not reallyââ the image of you flashes in his mind âActually, the girl who helped me out today with the tour and stuff.â Jake says casually, finger absent mindedly tracing the edge of his phone. âDamn, what's her name?â Jay asks, leaning forward.
âY/n.â Jake replies, running a hand through his hair. Sunghoon stills at the mention of your name.
Out of all fucking people.
Jake notices the sudden change in the room, âLike y/n l/n?â Jay leans forward just to clarify âYeah.. you guys know her?âÂ
âSince first year, Sunghoons known her since high school though.â Heeseung says Jake's eyes drift to Sunghoon whose lips are tightened, biting the inside of his cheek.
âThose two have been inseparable ever since, Sunghoons like some little puppy, following her around and shitââ Jay starts with a smirk on his face âI don't follow her around dickhead.âÂ
Jake eyes Sunghoon, silently thinking about the relationship you have with him, âYeah right, she has you on a leash.â Heeseung chuckles, the boys watch as Sunghoon pulls out his phone. âFine, she can tell you herself.â Sunghoon sends a message to you, watching as the bubbles appear next to your name.Â
Sunghoon: Come over
You: Why..
Sunghoon: am I not allowed to hangout with my bestfriend
Sunghoon: we can order in from the korean bbq
You: I'm on the way
Sunghoon holds his phone up, victory gleaming in his eyes, âGreat, now tell her to invite her sexy ass friends.â Jay says encouragingly, Sunghoon squints at him âYou just did that so she would bring them didn't you.â he asks knowingly.
Jay shrugs, earning a laugh from Heeseung. Sunghoon texts it anyway, you replying with a âJay asked didn't he.âÂ
âIm gonna unpack some of my stuff before anyone gets here.â Jake says, standing up, the boys nod before focusing back on each other, Sunghoon's eyes linger a bit longer before looking away.
You arrive 15 minutes later, still wearing the same outfit from earlier, your hair tied in a loose ponytail. Sunghoon stands up walking over to you, âHeyââ
âWheres Jake? Did he move all his stuff in?â You ask curiously, peaking behind Sunghoon's shoulder. He scrunches his nose at that
âWhat? Youâre not excited to see me?â He asks, finger tucking a loose strand of hair from your ponytail behind your ear. âShould I be?â You observe his eyes for a momentÂ
âHe's upstairs.â Jay says casually, scrolling through his phone. Sunghoon shoots him a glare, watching as you brush past him.Â
You see him before he notices you, he's unpacking some clothes out of a box, putting them into his closet. You knock on the door lightly, his face softens when he sees you. âHey, didnât know you were so familiar with them.â Jake says, you don't catch the tone beneath it. You lean against his door frame.
âIm surprised they even like spending time with me.â you chuckle lightly, he pauses, setting the hoodie in his hand down facing you.
âWhy?â He asks curiously, âYouâre fun to be around.â He says casually, his honesty making your heart leap in your chest pathetically.
âIâThanksâ You smile, âYou donât have to stand out thereâ He says, watching the way you linger by his door. You step in, looking around curiously.Â
Your eyes landing on a photo in a black frame sitting on the edge of his desk, you inch closer to it, bending down slightly to get a better look. âAre these your friends from Australia?â You ask,
âMhm.â He replies, you didn't realise how close he got to you, his arm brushes yours as he picks the frame up, you straighten. âHm, cute.â You smile down at the photo of him smiling with his friends, his eyes never leave your face as you observe the photo âYeahââ
âWhat do you want from the Korean BBQ place?â Sunghoon's sharp voice cuts through the moment, if it even was one.
You back away from Jake like youâve been caught doing something you shouldn't. He doesn't miss that. âUhâthe..â
âI know what you want y/n.â He looks at Jake expectantly, âIm fine with Samgyeopsalâ Sunghoon nods before his eyes are back on you
âCome on. Weâre picking it up.â He says briefly, you walk closer to the door, turning down the hallway, you give Jake a small wave before following after him.
âDo you like him?â Sunghoon asks bluntly, you turn to face him âWho? Jake?â
âYeah, who else.â His grip tightens on the steering wheel. âI literally haven't known the man for more than 24 hours, heâs nice though, and.. Pretty.â
Sunghoon side eyes you for a moment âPretty?â he spits out, âYeah.â You reply, leaning your arm on the center console.
âWhat about me?â The question catches you off guard, you clear your throat. âI mean you have a reputation for being the campus pretty boy, actually your whole friend group does.â You chuckle, he doesn't say anything so you continue
âYes youâre pretty Sunghoon.â You say smiling, eyes lingering on his side profile.Â
âWhos prettier then?â Sunghoon asks, he can't believe he's actually asking this right now, but he doesn't care. âYouâre ridiculous.â You nudge his shoulder playfully
âHey, I'm just trying to make sure no one replaces meâ He shrugs, âYou should know better than anyone, that no one could replace you.â You smile at him all too innocently, the way you say it makes him believe it.
He tries to block out the voice in his head that tells him Jake could be the one to shift that, and he canât let that happen.Â
That afternoon was one of those times where youâre happy you didn't plan anything. Your friends mixed with Sunghoonâs all getting along, the discarded Korean BBQ sitting on the table at the center of the living room.Â
ââHell no, Lakeview State is ass. I'm betting on a 6-0 score.â Jay says confidently, âI donât know man, I've been looking at their stats with coach and they cleared Summit Valley last week.â Heeseung says, rubbing his jaw in thought.Â
Sunghoon sits back down beside you on the couch, arm resting casually behind your shoulders, he hands you a can of soda, âYeah, yeah, no drinking on school nights.â He rolls his eyes, mocking your words, earning a jab to his ribs.
Your eyes drift to Jake who is now talking to a few of your friends, practically surrounding him like a pack of hyenas closing in on their next meal. âHe seems to be doing wellâ You nod over to Jake, Sunghoonâs eyes follow yours, resisting the urge to pull your face towards his, making you look at no one other than him.
âYeah.â He replies blandly, fingers twisting the strands at the end of your ponytail casually.Â
Even when you got home that night, you still tried to make sense of the few minutes spent in Jake's room, then your mind shifted to Sunghoon, the look on his face.
You tell yourself he's just being possessive, which is normal for him since he's always been like that. It's nothing new, right..?
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âOh, this is going to be good.â your friend says, watching as the boys from the opposite team stretch on the ice, You look around, shaking your head with a smile at the group of guys behind you, shirtless with the word Crimson painted in red across their chests.Â
As the boys from your schools team make their way on the ice to warm up, the student section erupts into cheers, The guys saying things like âLakeview State is fucking cooked.â and the girls practically drooling as the guys start stretching, specifically when they get into the frog pose. (look it up guys trust)
Your eyes land on the brand new #15 Jersey, Jake. As he braces both hands on the ice and rolls his hips, âGod he's so hot..â A girl to the other side of you says, someone you don't recognize too well.
âGirl, if he can do that on ice, imagine what he can do in bed.â Her other friend says, you can't help but blush at the statement.
Jakeâs all the university has been buzzing about since the beginning of the week. From his sweet personality, to his thick accent, to his absolutely gorgeous face, everyone is obsessed with him.
Rightfully so, I mean just look at him. You unknowingly lick your lips, watching him. His eyes search the crowd mid stretch until they land on you, he gives you that same boyish smile from the day you met him, and you can't help the heat that rises up your neck.
âOmg he totally looked at me? Did you see that?â You try not to roll your eyes at the voice of the girl beside you, âI heard there's a party at Heeseung and them's place tonight.. And he also doesn't have a girlfriend.â Her friend says, you bite down the inside of your cheek, holding yourself back from saying somethingâ
âHey, you good?â Your friend asks with a concerned look on her face âWhatâyeah I'm fine.â You chuckle before focusing back on the ice as the boys get into position. Their attention is drawn away as the first period starts and the crowd begins their âoohsâ and âahsâ.
To no surprise, Sunghoon scores the first goal of the night, earning slaps on his helmet from his teammates. You laugh at the way he flexes his arms to the student section.
And they were not exaggerating about Jake's skill in this sport. The way he moves on the ice was similar to Sunghoon, but there was something different about it, almost carefree, but also calculated. Which is why he was the second to score a point.Â
âJay was not joking about them being terrible..â Your friend says with a yikes expression on her face looking at the other team. You watch as the scoreboard number changes to 4-0 as Heeseung scores a point. âNah, I think Crimson is just too good.â A guy behind you says.
After waiting for them to finish changing and thankfully showering, you and your friends fall into step with the four boys. Sunghoon throws an arm around your shoulder, his other holding his duffel bag.
âHowâd I look out there?â He asks, âHow about you ask one of your many admirers." You nod over to the group of girls who giggle when he looks their way. âI'm asking you y/nâ He says, stopping at the trunk of his car, opening it to throw his bag in.Â
âYou looked good.â You say casually
âPretty?â He presses, earning a glare from you.
âYouâre so annoying..â He laughs, catching your hand before you walk away. âAre you coming to the party?â
âYeah actually, Jakeââ
âPrincess,â Jake calls out, car keys in hand, making his way to you. Sunghoon scoffs,
Princess? Who the fuck is princess?
âReady?â Jake asks, eyes never leaving yours as you nod. âIâll see you there mâkay hoon?â You smile, falling into step beside Jake.
Sunghoon stands there in disbelief, partly because youâre not riding with him for the first time in like forever, and he can't help the jealousy that fills his chest knowing youâre going to be in the car alone, with Jake.
The same Jake who canât keep his eyes off of you, and does anything to get his hands on you.Â
You take off your sweater, leaving you in a simple black tank top, completely normal to wear especially on a warm night like this. Jake tries not to make it obvious that he's looking at your newly exposed skin.Â
His fist tightens around the steering wheel when you make a movement to fix your hair, causing your breasts to move, Fuck, he really shouldnât be thinking these things but he cant stop himself.
He imagines what they would look like all marked up in shades of pink and purple from him licking and biting at them. If he wasn't such a gentleman, heâd go ahead and pull your tank top and bra down just to expose them so he could squeeze them while he drives. His half hard cock throbs at the thought.Â
â-really good.â you turn to face him, âHuh?â He asks, confused, you chuckle before repeating yourself
âI was saying that you were really good out there, especially for your first game with the team.â You watch his face soften, âThanks princess, it helps that coach has us working our asses off at practice.â He takes over the wheel with his left hand, placing the other one on the center console.
âI bet, Sunghoon and them always talk about how many repeated reps they have to do.â You let out a small laugh.
He glances over at you when you mention his name, specifically emphasizing him over his other teammates. But he has no right to be jealous, if that's even what he's feeling.. You and Jake are in a good place right now, but it could take one small move to change that, and heâs willing to risk it.Â
As soon as you walk in you spot Jay yelling over the music âAlright if any of you fuckers throws up in the backyard I swear everyones out!â The crowd growing inside of the house just murmurs and nods, one of the players from the team yelling âYeah okayâ when are the strippers coming?â Jay flips him off, turning back on the music so he doesn't have to hear the way everyone laughs.Â
Jake lets a smile slip, hand splayed on your waist as he approaches the kitchen, you search for Sunghoon only to find him sitting on the couch, some girl you don't recognize on his lap, his finger casually tracing her thigh.
Did he not see you? How come he didn't invite you in? Maybe you really have gotten used to the princess treatment. You swallow before facing Jake again, only to find him talking to a group of girls who conveniently ended up in the kitchen shortly after.Â
God you need a drink right now. You look around the counters only to find half empty cans of beer, checking the cardboard box to find none in there as well.
Great, the one time you actually want to drink. Your eyes drift to Sunghoon again, his hand now splayed higher on the girl's thigh, practically brushing along her panties under her dress.
âPrincess?â Jake slips a hand around you, splayed on your hip. You hum in response.Â
He follows your line of sight, leaning down to whisper in your ear. âI finished my room if you want to see?â He says, voice low, lips grazing your earlobe.
A shiver goes down your spine, âIs this your way of getting me in your room Jake Sim?â You smile, turning to look up at him. âIs it working?â He asks through a grin, biting his plump lip.Â
âMaybe.â You tilt your head, observing the mischievous glint in his eyes, along with something else you can't quite name.
You disappear into the crowd with him, moving past the stagger of bodies, and up the stairs.Â
It smells like him. So much like him, he closes the door behind him, watching you look around. âIt's clean.â You note, eyes falling to his made bed, the dark grey sheets and matching pillows.
âThought it was going to be messy?â he chuckles, watching you look around his space âHave you seen Sunghoons?â you laugh, looking down at his desk, the computer science textbook right in the middle along with a notebook filled with writing.Â
âYou talk about him a lot yâknow.â Jake says quietly, you flip through the pages of his textbook mindlessly, âHm?â
âSunghoon.â He mutters, sitting on the edge of his bed. âJealous?â You ask, closing the distance between the two of you, standing directly between his legs. âShould I be?â He trails both hands up to your hips before pulling you down flush against his lap, facing him. You canât help the gasp of surprise that leaves your mouth.
You rest your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself âYou smell so goodâ He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your peach shampoo.
You let your head fall back slightly, exposing more of your neck. Inching one of your hands up, running it through his soft brown hair. His lips ghost across your neck âMmm..â You press your hips down harder against him, his half hard cock in his sweatpants hitting the seam of your jeans just right. He groans softly into your neck, lips trailing along your jaw.Â
You tilt his head up, looking down at his plush pink lips, he wets them subconsciously, you lean down, experimenting, lightly pressing yours against his.
You pull back, wanting to see his reaction. âDonât stopââ He whispers, desperately chasing your lips again, you moan into his mouth, grinding your hips down. His hands slip lower, cupping your ass through your jeans, holding you down harder, dragging you up and down his clothed cock.Â
âJake..â You whimper out when he bites down on your lip, he smirks at the way you say his name. âSounds pretty when you say it like thatâ He brings his hand up, cupping your left breast, squeezing through your tank top and bra âAhâ fuck..â You bury your face onto his shoulder to hide your reactions. âShy now, hm?âÂ
He presses his lips against yours again, tongue begging for entry, you grant itâmoaning into his mouth, him trying to savor your taste.
He canât take it anymore, he tries he really does, but his self control can only go so far. He pulls back for a moment, cupping both of your tits in his strong veiny hands before looking up at you.
You nod, not exactly sure why, but whatever it is has to be good. He licks his lips, trying to contain the drool threatening to pool out with how fucking thirsty he is for this.Â
He frees your tits from your tank top and bra, biting down on his lip at the sight of how full they are. You would probably feel embarrassed maybe, but with the way he's looking at you right now, you feel adored.
He swipes his thumbs over your nipples, watching the way they pebble beneath the touch. âCuteâ He looks up at you before squeezing your breasts together, kneading the soft flesh with his hands, you let out small sounds at the feeling, no one's ever paid this much attention to your chest before.Â
He buries his nose in between dragging his tongue along the middle before popping one of your nipples in your mouth, sucking on it softly. He groans at the taste of you on his tongue. Practically drinking in every sound you let out.
He moves his mouth to the other side, flicking your wet nipple with his thumb as he sucks harder, drawing all kinds of reactions from your sensitive body. âF-feels good..â You say through a light moan, one hand laced in his hair, the other holding onto his shoulder.
He hums in response. âYouâve got the prettiest tits I've ever seen princess.â he sucks on the skin just above your nipple, leaving a faint mark.Â
You blush at the compliment, heat rising up your already pink cheeks. âMm, pussiesâ probably even prettier huh?â He breathes out, holding your boobs together, your back arches, hips grinding as he shakes his head, tongue flat on your nipples, alternating sucking them every few seconds while his hands squeeze into the warm fleshâ
âY/n?â You freeze, the familiar voice cutting through your senses. Sunghoon. Jake lets out a sound at the interruption as you stand up, fixing your top to how it somewhat was before Jake decided to devoured you.
âUhâ yeah?â You call out, walking over to Jake's door, trying to ignore the wetness pooled in your underwear. Sunghoon swings the door open, eyes falling on Jake who looks composed as ever leaning on his hands on the bed.
Bulge clear in his pants if you squint, which Sunghoon doesn't need to. His eyes fall on you, the flushed expression on your face, the way your bra strap is twisted, his fingers tighten around the door knob when he notices the reddish mark on your exposed cleavage. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know exactly what was going on before he came in.
âHee wants us to grab some drinks. People are bitching because there's none left.â Sunghoon says, watching the smug smirk on Jake's face. âUs? Canât you just go?â You ask, grabbing his arm out of instinct.
Jake's eyes follow the contact, his grin faltering a second. âI need you to help me choose the best stuff.â Sunghoon says, finally looking down at your face. You sigh, slipping back on your shoes âWe canâtalk again later?â You turn, eyes meeting Jakes.
He nods, offering that sweet boyish smile that has everyone on campus wrapped around his finger. âIm a patient man.â He says, you smile back, Sunghoon looks at Jake one more time before shutting the door harshly.
The ride to the nearest gas station is quiet. The only thing filling the empty silence being the faint music playing from his car speakers.
You turn to look at him for probably the 50th time in the last 10 minutes. His sharp features even more defined with the low street lights. âAre you upset?â You finally ask, the words coming out more choked than intended.Â
âDo I have a reason to be?â His eyes stay focused on the road when he speaks, âHoon, answer the question.â
He pulls over, making the car jerk to a stop. âDid you fuck him?â He asks bluntly, his full focus now on you. âW-whatââ youâre caught off guard,
âAnswer the question y/n.â He says, repeating your words. âSunghoon-â his eyes drop to the faint red mark on your chest, still fresh from earlier. You don't bother hiding it. âWe just..â You breathe out once, âWe just kissed.âÂ
âOn your tits?â He eyes the mark again, your face flushes at the accusation, the very true one. âYes.â You whisper, shame creeping in slightly.
âDid you like it?â He asks, catching you off guard again. âYou donât have to lie to me.â He says, more comforting.Â
You nod, unable to form words in this moment. âAnd did he make you come?â You look up at him, his completely serious face. âNoââ He scoffs, running a hand through his hair. âThe guy gets you alone like that and canât even bother toââÂ
âWell maybe if you didn't interrupt he would have!â you defend yourself and Jake, because you know damn well that man knows how to please a woman.
âOh, so now I was interrupting you because I wanted to spend time with my friend.â Sunghoon accuses, âReally? You sure this wasn't just to grill me like someâ some overprotective boyfriend?â He laughs. He actually fucking laughs in your face.Â
âThatâs actually hilariousâ fuck that mightâve been the funniest shit youâve said all nightâ You look at him like hes crazy
âIm not even trying to be funny! Godâshut up.â You cross your arms over your chest. âDamn, maybe if he actually made you come you wouldn't be acting so pissy right now.â He glances down at the way your arms push up your chest, the roll of your eyes clearly stating you don't know his true intentions. Â
âBet your pussyâs all wet from earlier tooâ He smirks, rolling his bottom lip behind his teeth. This time you scoff, disbelieving.
He continues âPoor baby couldn't get her needy pussy rubbed huh?âDonât think I forgot about that douche from Senior year who couldn't even get you to come with his fingers.â Sunghoon chuckles.Â
Your face reddens at the memory, specifically after, when you went to Sunghoon crying because you thought something was wrong with you. You remember him even offering to order some expensive vibrator on amazon just so he could prove to you that you were fine.
âStill use that vibrator I got you for your birthday hm?â Itâs stashed away in your bedside drawer, there for when you need some sort of relief. Your silent response is all the answer he needs. âAh, I see. It wasn't enough was it? Your greedy cunt probably needs some real dick huh, remind me againâwhen was the last time you got some?âÂ
âAre you trying to make me more mad than I already am?â He rolls his eyes, âCalm down baby, I'm just teasing you like alwaysâ Not my fault you canât take a joke because your pussyâs throbbing for an orgasm.â He says, flicking your shoulder with his finger. âCome on just admit itââ
âFine! Yes im obviously fucking upset, yes im still wet, and yes it fucking hurts, and its all because you interupted us.â You say, pointing an accusing finger at him.
âAh, there she is.â He watches you closely, âAlways so put together, when I know deep down youâre just as fucked up as me.â His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek as he watches your chest rise and fall. âBet poor Jakey doesn't even know what he got himself into with you.â
Deep down, Jake knows, likes it even.
âI mean, Iâd offer to help but you seem pretty stuck on being pissed at me right now.â He shrugs, resting his arm on the center console. âSome sex toys from amazon isntââ He levels his gaze on you
âI'm not talking about a sex toy y/n.â You look down at his hand on the center console, the way his long, slender fingers casually rub little circles with his middle and ring finger. Your eyes meet his, trying to process what heâs suggesting.Â
âYâknow, since Jake's not here, and I can tell when any woman is desperate to come.â His eyes drop to the way your thighs clench together, the same way they've been doing this whole time he was reading you like a book.Â
You bite your lip contemplating in your mind, but from the way your juices pool even more in your underwear, you know your bodyâs already decided for you. And who are you to say no to your own needs?Â
âFuckââ you let out through a whimper, Sunghoon knows hes already got you. Fuck what all his friends said about you having him wrapped around your finger, funny how heâs about to prove them very wrong. He nods at you to continue, you remind yourself this is your best friend, of course he'd offer to help you, that's what friends do!
You move your hands down, unbuttoning your jeans, wincing at how sensitive your skin is, he watches you closely as you pull your jeans down until they're pooled at your ankles.
âCome on, spread âem.â he urges, you shift until youâre leaning against the side of the door, distancing your knees from each other. âHoly fuckââ He lets out a breathless chuckle at your desperate state, eyes locked on the wet spot of your panties.Â
He can't help the way his cock jumps in his jeans, seeing his best friend like this, spread open, pussy dripping for any taste of release. He pulls your legs farther apart, watching the way the damp fabric stretches across your soaked lips.
âHeâs missinâ out.â Sunghoon says, hooking his finger around your panties and moving them to the side. You whimper at the feeling of the air nipping your skin.
He licks his lips, the faint street lights illuminating the sheen that coats your inner thighs. âKnew itâd be pretty too.â He swipes his thumb over your aching clit, drawing a gasp from you.
âHoonâ don't tease.â your hand grips the passenger seat to keep yourself grounded. âWhy, youâre cute when you're all needy.â He starts with slow circles on your clit, rubbing with his thumb, spreading your leaking arousal everywhere.
âItâs like you fucking pissed yourselfâ He laughs, bringing two long fingers down to tease the entrance of your desperate hole. You blush at the observation, he notices your embarrassment.
âDont be shy baby.â He coos, teasing your entrance, the pads of his two fingers circling it. You roll your hips slightly, wanting more. He doesn't like that. His other hand comes up, holding your hip, keeping you in place. âStop being greedy.â He hisses.
âIt hurts Hoonâ fuck, I cant..â You breathe out as his thumb flicks your clit again. He slips one of his fingers in your hole, only the first knuckle âYouâre so damn tightâ He groans at the feeling of your slick walls pulsing
âYou don't finger yourself or something?â He chuckles, still joking around even when youâre spread for him like this âMmmâ shut up and keep going..â Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes his finger in deeper, your wetness acting as lubricant for his very long digit.Â
âOpen your eyes.â He watches your face, the way your eyebrows knit together, âLook at how good your pussy takes itâ He curls his finger, brushing a sensitive spot inside you that has you bucking your hips, he shifts his other hand to your stomach, holding you down so you can stop moving.Â
âFeels good Hoon..â You moan out, taking your hand off the seat to grab your boob through your tank top, touching it the same way Jake did. Sunghoon's mouth falls open ever so slightly at the sight.
He gets you used to the rhythm of his finger, pulling it out completely earning a whine from you. Before you can say anything, he shoves two in, curling just right, You reach your hands out gripping his forearm clawing at the hand that's splayed on your stomach. âHoon!â yeah, I- fuck!â You cry out, his fingers fucking into you faster, His palm hitting your clit with every brutal drag of his fingers.Â
âSucking my fingers in so good..â He licks his lips, thrusting his fingers into you harder, the familiar feel of a pussy fluttering around his fingers telling him youâre close.
âHoonâ Im..â You let your head fall back against the car door as he works his fingers so fucking fast. Your grip on his arm falters as your orgasm comes crashing on you, your legs trembling, pussy drooling on his fingers.
âFuck thats hot.â His pace turns slow, just feeling up your walls, âmhmm..â He chuckles at your state, âHm? What was that?âÂ
You can't even get a word out with how sensitive you are, not even sure what youâre trying to say. He pulls his fingers out, you whimper at the emptiness, âWhat?â He moves his hand from your stomach, fixing your underwear and wiping his wet fingers on his jeans.Â
Your eyebrows knit together, still trying to process what just happened. He sighs, acting annoyed even though he's anything but that. âPut your seatbelt on, still need to get the beer.â He says causally like he didn't just finish absolutely obliterating your pussy with his fingers.
You lift your hips, pulling back on your jeans with trembling hands. You fumble over your seatbelt, feeling his eyes on you.Â
âGodââ He reaches over, doing it for you. You don't know what to do with your hands, settling them in your lap. He looks over at you again, his hand coming up to your face to make you look at him. âYou did good baby, okay?â His hand loosely wraps into your hair, he leans down pressing a kiss to your forehead. The action so intimate, you can't help the flutter in your heart..
Sunghoon places the packs of beers on the kitchen counter, âDamn man about time.â Heeseung says, grabbing himself a beer. âYeahâ traffic was really bad.â Sunghoon says, looking down at you with a faint smirk. âUm, yeah everyone was out.â You add, Heeseung just looks at the both of you before shrugging and making his way to the backyard.Â
Jake watches the interaction, eyes tracking Sunghoon's hand as he rubs small circles on your hip. He watches Sunghoon lean down to whisper something in your ear before grabbing a beer and following Heeseung out back.Â
Jake walks over to you slipping a hand on your lower back casually to grab himself a drink, you look up at him, smiling innocently.
Yeah fucking right. âWanna head out there? I know they have a pretty intense game of beer pong going on, and I heard youâre quite the expert with your aim.â Jake says, toying with the hem of your tank top. âPlease tell me they didn't mention the story from first year..â You groan when he tries to stifle a laugh.
You follow Jake outside, watching as Sunghoon downs a shot, wrapping his arm around some girls waist. You swallow, not realizing how dry your throat got.
You shake your head before facing Jake's gorgeous face and smiling. âI guess I'll show you how it's done.â you say through a giggle that has his sweatpants feeling even more confined. âAlright, princess.â
Sunghoon doesnt bother to hide his open flirting with multiple girls, Jake on the other hand canât help it, its like theyâre fucking drawn to him and his every movement.
Constantly touching his arms, âOh Jakey! Youâre so good at hockey, let me suck your dick please!â Okay, that's not exactly what they say, but you can see it in their eyes.
You try to ignore the feeling in your chest when you see Sunghoon lead a girl inside and up the stairs. Like always, except the feeling of.. Jealousy? Feels even stronger now.
That night even when he fucked her into his matress he couldnt get you out of his head, the way your little pussy was squeezing his fingers tighter than any of the whores around campus. And he actually managed to not say your name while coming! Unlike last time..
-
Youâve been hanging out with Jake one on one for the past two weeks, at least whenever he would send you a âLet me see youâ text, or a âLets study togetherâ, which would ultimately lead to him holding you on his lap after he finished his assignments, trying to distract you from your own work, rocking his hips against yours until you finally gave him the attention he so desperately wanted.Â
Jake was a pervert. But that's a part of him no one really sees, unless he wants them to.
So while pretty boy Jake sweet talks his professors, makes everyone laugh in whatever room he steps into, while also perfectly maintaining his social/ academic life, he's sending you pictures..specifically the one youâre looking at right now.
Youâve never been into receiving nudes from anyone, whenever any of your girl friends would show you the new dick pic some random guy sent them you would close your eyes saying something like âI do not want to see that!â Though you understand why it could boost your ego, because a part of you feels..good?
Youâre still hovering over the picture he sent 4 minutes ago, grey sweatpants low on his waist, his veiny hand gripping his thick cock, which isn't even fully hard in the photo.
You bite your lip, because why does it feel so good looking at this. You close your legs together, feeling a heat form in your core.
Jake: -Image attachment-Â
Jake: He misses you, Princess
You: Giving your dick pronouns lol?Â
You: How bad does he miss me though..
The next message is a video, only 15 seconds long, but you've never clicked open so fast. You sit up straight in your bed, turning up your brightness on your phone in your dark room with it being 10:38 at night.Â
âMmm.. fuckââ Jakes voice cuts through your speakers, his dick is fully hard in his sweatpants and hes rubbing it with his hand, a small wet spot forming where his tip is. He gives his dick a squeeze before the video ends.Â
Jake: What about you?
You canât help the nervous excitement surging through you as you lift your baggy sleep shirt slightly, your bare chest exposed to the crisp air of your room.
You squeeze them together with one arm, making sure they look good for the camera before angling your phone and snapping a picture. You honestly don't know if it's good or not since youâve never really been the type to send pictures of yourself like this. Your finger hovers over the send button before clicking it.Â
âTold you.â Jake turns the phone around, facing it towards Sunghoon whose disbelieving look washes off his face. âFuckââ He says, standing up and taking the phone from Jake, zooming in on your hard nipples. âHer tits are actually perfect.â He says to himself.Â
âSomething we can agree on.â Jake snatches his phone back. Typing a reply about how perfect you are.
Sunghoon canât help the need to one up him when he speaks âToo bad itâs not her pussy though. You shouldâve seen it the other nightâ throbbing and shit.â Sunghoon chuckles at the memory, the same one heâs used to jerk off almost every night since.
Jake rolls his eyes, because it should have been his fingers in you that night.Â
You didn't have to tell him for him to know what happened. It actually was Sunghoon who said something. Practice had ran late last week, Jake and Sunghon being the last ones there.
And out of all the places, he asks in the fucking communal showers. The only thing filling the room was the sound of the water hitting the tile floor, and the steam surrounding them.Â
âSo, did you ever get what you wanted?â Sunghoon asks casually, letting the water soak into his hair, Jake looks over at him for a second before continuing to wash his arms âWhat are you talking aboutââ Jake starts âY/n.âÂ
âWhat about her.â Jake turns the heat up, the boiling hot water seeping into his skin. âDid you fuck her yet or not?â Sunghoon asks bluntly, expecting an answer.
Jake opens his mouth, then closes it, the words lost. He remembers implying it, but the farthest you let him go was dry humping until you both were nothing but heavy breathing and moaning, you claimed it was because you âdidn't want any of the guys to walk inâ. Or maybe it was one specific guy.Â
âHm. Shame, I can tell sheâs been craving some dick lately. Guess my fingers weren't enough.â He shrugs, turning off the water and grabbing his towel to wrap around his waist.Â
Jake pauses for a moment, processing. Before shutting off the water and following him out, wrapping his own towel around him. âI knew you did that shit on purposeâ Fuck, you probably just wanted her to yourself huh?â Jake says, watching as Sunghoon opens his locker, grabbing his clothes.Â
âI think she wants the both of us for herself.â Sunghoon chuckles, peeling off the towel to put on his boxers, not paying any attention to Jake.
âSheâs always been a little greedy, plus I know sheâs never had any good dick before in her life so it makes sense.â Sunghoon says, putting on the rest of his clothes and running his hand through his wet hair.Â
âSo what do you want with her then?â Jake asks, âI mean, she's my best friend, I was obviously trying to help her.â Sunghoon mutters. âAnd you think she really wants both of us?â Jake bites his lip in thought, âI know she wants both of us.â He says before throwing his bag over his shoulder and walking out.
And now heâs here, with Sunghoon, seeing just how far youâll go.
Sunghoon has to admit hes grown to like Jake more, hes actually chill as fuck. The whole pretty boy thing you said is checking out. âAlright you try then.â Jake mumbles, nodding to Sunghoon's phone in his pocket.Â
âFine.â He says, pulling his phone out, he clicks on your contact typing up a casual way to approach you so that it's not too obvious what him and Jake are doing.Â
Hoon: wyd?
âDude seriously? That's literally code for âyou're about to receive a dick pic, 3, 2 ,1 go.â Jake eyes his phone.Â
âSays the one who sent her one.â Sunghoon mumbles, before reading your reply.
You: in bed. trying and failing to fall asleep lol
Hoon: ik what could help you
You: ??
Hoon: sex ;)
Your hand flies to your mouth, slight disbelief on your face at the message, though a part of you isn't really surprised considering heâs always been suggestive like this
You: that's too bad
Hoon: masturbation works just as good
Hoon: how about that vibrator that I know you still use?
Sunghoon leans back in Jake's chair, tongue poking out his teeth as he waits for your reply. You shift on your bed, glancing at your bedside drawer.
Opening it, you pull out the light pink wand Sunghoon bought you back in Senior year. You still canât believe he's the one who got you your first sex toy. Â
Seven minutes pass, still no reply. âNot so confident now are youââ Jake starts, but immediately shuts up when he hears your breathy little moans come from Sunghoon's phone.
âNo fucking way.â Jake moves to the edge of the bed, Sunghoons eyes are locked on the way you press the vibrator to your clit, before tossing it aside and running two small fingers through your slick, holding them up to the camera and parting them just so he can see how wet you are. His half hard cock twitches at the sight.
âCome on! Let me seeââ Jake reaches forward to grab the phone. âDudeâ hold on!â Sunghoon grimaces, before moving forward, holding it out so they both can watch. The video isn't long, but itâs fucking hot.Â
âFuck, you hear that?â Jake tries to stifle a groan as he rewinds back, The sound of your messy pussy filling the room, Sunghoon palms himself roughly before swiping out of the video.
Hoon: You sound so pretty baby
Hoon: Can I see your face?
You bite down on your lip before fixing your hair in your camera and taking a selfie, âGodâlook at her.â Sunghoon says, reacting to the photo with a heart.
âSend me all of this right now.â Jake says, reaching to snatch Sunghoons phone in desperation âSend me her titty picture then.â
âYeah, yeah whatever.â Jake rolls his eyes.
âIm telling her to come over after the game on Friday." He says, laying back down against his pillows.
âArenât the guys gonna be here?â Sunghoon stands up, tucking his phone in his pocket. âNah, Heeseung wanted to go to the club, Jayâs going with him.â Jake's eyes fall to the message from Sunghoon, the video and picture.Â
He smirks before looking up again, âAre you gonna watch me jerk off or what?â Jake chuckles, watching as Sunghoon walks out, middle finger held up, knowing damn well he's about to go do the same thing.
-
Youâve always had this need to prove you aren't selfish. Constantly putting other people before yourself, at some point it even became a habit.
Maybe that's why this tension between you, Sunghoon, and Jake feels so good. Maybe that's why you feel like youâre thriving off the attention, How almost desperate they seem for you.
The fun part is that nobody knows either, it's just a shared secret between the three of you. Whatever it is you have going on anyway.Â
Thatâs what youâre thinking about as you watch them on the ice. Adjusting your camera lens to perfectly capture Sunghoon's side profile as he moves.
Maybe this isn't what you should be focusing on right now, since you were technically given specific instructions to get more photos of the other team members.
You move to shift your camera, but Jake comes into the frame, patting Sunghoon on the shoulder. You see him lean in slightly to say something and both of their eyes shift to you, you immediately put the camera down with an embarrassed look on your face.
Sunghoon says something back, making Jake let out a chuckle before skating back into their starting positions. You tilt your head at the interaction, interesting.Â
Even with a simple pair of leggings and hoodie you felt slightly exposed, because every time they looked your way, it felt like they could see right through you.
You wait out in the lobby area, going through the pictures you took on your cameraââY/n?â Heeseung says, Jay a few feet behind him.
âYouâre not going out with us tonight?â He questions
âNoâ I was going to stay inâ You shake your head, âDamn, no one wants to Hee.â Jay says, checking his phone.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask, tilting your head curiously. âBoth Jake and Sunghoon are refusing to go out tonight. Said they were âtoo tiredâ.
Jay rolls his eyes. You swallow, clearing your dry throat. âOhâ is Sunghoon in the locker room still?â You look back again, just to see some of the other players walk out.Â
âNah, I think heâs in his car, you want us to walk you out orââ Heeseung starts
âNo, its okayâ You say a little too quickly âYou guys have fun!â Heeseung and Jay look at each other as you walk out.Â
There's no way right? Because you could have sworn Jake said he was the only one not going out so why would Sunghoon beâ âY/n.â you recognize that tone from anywhere.
âHoonâ I thought you were going out with Heeseung and them..â You twist the strap of your camera in between your fingers.
He glances down before looking at your face. âNah.â He simply says, duffel bag resting on his shoulder. You nod, looking around âI was looking for Jakeââ
âHe rode with me.â Sunghoon watches your face closely for a reaction, something shifts in your eyes.
âTogether?â You question, he nods like it's obvious, like it's totally normal for them. Regardless, you fall into step beside him.Â
You spot Jake in the passenger seat of Sunghoon's car, he doesn't look up from his phone until the backseat door opens. You move past Sunghoon to get in, but he grabs your waist.
âNot here.â He puts his bag in the seat instead, taking your camera from you and putting it gently beside it. âWhere am I supposed to sit then?â he looks down at you, gaze almostâdark, Before opening the passenger side door.
Jake pats his lap twice, signaling exactly what youâre thinking, like youâre some dog to follow orders.Â
You glance down at his lap, âGo on, there's no room in the backseat anyway.â Sunghoon says, knowing damn well he could have put the bags in the trunk.
Still, you canât help the heat that surges through your body as you step up and sit on Jake's lap, or more on his thigh. âGood girl.â Sunghoon says before shutting the door and moving to the driver's seat.
Jake rests his hand greedily on your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly. He tries not to whimper at the way your ass spreads on his leg, he can practically feel the heat radiating off of you.Â
Sunghoon starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot, Thank God his windows are tinted.
âSo, how does it feel?â Sunghoon asks, you look over at him, swallowing. âHow does what feel?â your voice comes out shakier than intended. Jake canât help the small laugh that escapes his lips.Â
âFucking around with the both of usâ Sunghoon says casually, as if he was stating the weather.
You shift on Jake's leg, and he squeezes your thigh harder, hand resting dangerously high. âWhatâIm not-âÂ
âDamn you were right.â Jake scoops your hair in his hand, moving it to one side so he can see your face fully. âShe really does pretend to be clueless.âÂ
âIm still a little sad though.â Jake fakes a pout, puppy dog eyes locked on yours, âYou sent him your pussy and not me..â He says, looking over at Sunghoon who canât hide the smirk on his face. âI wasââÂ
âI donât want excuses, princess. Plus I got to see it anyway.â You feel your face flush an even deeper shade of pink.
âI bet I could have gotten you wetter though.â Jake whispers in your ear, low and filthy. He lifts his leg slightly, pressing harder between your thighs, your small gasp doesn't go unnoticed by the both of them.
âDont get all shy now baby, remember you were just coming all over my fingers in this exactly spot.â Sunghoon's eyes leave the rode for a moment, he lifts his hand, brushing it across your bottom lip.Â
You open your mouth on instinct, letting him slide his finger inside, he groans when you close your lips, attempting to suck on it. âFuck..â Jake's hand moves higher, he pulls your legs farther apart, making sure your clothed pussy lays flat on his thigh.
âThis how you suck dick, baby?â Sunghoon coos, pulling his thumb out, wiping it across your cheek before focusing on the road again. You should feel pathetic, usedâ but instead, you feel adored.
Experimentally you move your hips slightly, both Jake and Sunghoons eyes fall to the movement.
âThat desperate huh? Gonna grind on his thigh right in front of me?â Sunghoon asks, watching the movement of your body, Jake settles his hands on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh.
âYou like being watched huh?â Jake nips at your neck with his teeth, you bite your lip at the pinch.
âDo you like being greedy, y/n? Being a selfish little slut.â You whimper at the words coming from his mouth, Jake guides your hips on his thigh, pressing you harder against him.
âUse your words princess.â One of his hands comes up, cupping your breast through your hoodie, you arch against him as one of his large hands guides your hips.
âY-yes..â you whisper out, barely audible. âFuck thats hot.â Sunghoon's eyes fall to the way your pussy drags on Jake's thigh, then to the way he squeezes your tit, and your face, those soundsâ
âStop.â Sunghoon demands, Jake brings your hips to a stop, âSince she admitted to being selfish, she can wait to cum.â Sunghoon's hand leaves the center console, giving your thigh a squeeze before delivering a slap to it. You let out a high pitched sound, half pain, half pleasure.Â
âFine, but I'm not gonna stop touching her.â Jake says, pulling your hoodie up until it rests just above your chest, and yanking your uncomfortably tight sports bra down, you gasp when both of his hands cup your breasts, squeezing roughly.
His eyes are fixated on the soft flesh molding however he likes, your eyes are half lidded as Sunghoon drives down the familiar bumpy road near their house.
âLook at how fucking soft they areââ Jake says, looking at Sunghoon, he licks his lips greedily drinking in the sight of you like this, just fucking taking it.
The embarrassment is long gone, the only thing clouding your mind is lust, and wantâeven if it is selfish of you..
âWhose cock you gonnaâ suck first?â Sunghoon asks a little too sweetly, his firm hand groping your ass as you follow Jake to his room.
âCome onâ donât be all shy now like you haven't been using the both of us for weeks just to please that little pussy.â Sunghoon says, landing a sharp smack on your ass just to watch the way it moves from the impact.Â
âNah, I wanna taste her first.â Jake says sitting on the edge of the bed. Sunghoon sits a space away, leaving room for you to be right in the middle.
âWhich one do you want, princess?â Jake asks, Australian accent even heavier than before, âI..I don't knowâ you say, biting your lip, looking at the both of them.
You close your legs tighter together at the way their hungry gaze settles on you. âMmm..liar.â Sunghoon says, fingers lazily tracing the bottom of your hoodie, he urges it up slightly, a silent question.
You nod and he fully takes it off you, Jake's eyes fall to your confined breasts immediately. âWhich one do you want?â Sunghoon asks this time, wrapping your hair into a ponytail around his fist and pulling it back every so slightly, Jake rests his hand on your thigh, his lips grazing the right side of your neck, âCome on..tell us.â He whispers.
Sunghoon traces his sharp tongue along the underside of your jaw, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of both their mouths on you.
âBoth..â you breathe out, Sunghoon smirks against your neck before pulling back. âKnew it.â
Jake presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, laying you on the bed right on his pillows. He leans back for a moment, just to take in the sight of you like this.
Sunghoon watches, palming himself in his sweatpants. Jake looks back once with a devilish smirk on his face before settling between your thighs, wasting no time taking your leggings off.
âPinkâyou owe me $20.â Sunghoon says, now fully groping his cock in his sweatpants. You open your mouth to say somethingâprobably tell him off for betting on what kind of underwear youâre wearing, but Jake's mouth latches onto your clothed pussy too fast, licking the soaked through juices. Instead of talking, you let out a moan.Â
âFuck, I knew youâd taste heavenly.â Jake purrs, peeling off your panties like they were never there.
He tosses them at Sunghoon who catches them in his hand, he brings them up to his nose, smelling the center. âSmells it too.â He says, practically burying his nose into the fabric.Â
You spread your legs wider as Jake's lips wrap around your clit, sucking the eager bud into his mouth. Your hands grip at the sheets beneath you, eyes rolling back at the sensation youâve never felt before. âF-feels so good..â You say through a moan, toes curling so hard you swear your foot could cramp.Â
âYeah baby? You like when Jake eats that sweet little cunt?â Sunghoon asks, sitting back down on the bed, this time right beside your head. You nod brainlessly, glassy eyes looking up at him.
Jake slurps at your pussy, tongue flicking over your clit, âI could eat it for hoursââ he mumbles into you, youâre hips jerk up at the vibration and Sunghoon laughs at your desperation.
Sunghoon lowers his pants and boxers, his thick, long cock springing out, you swallow at the sight.
He gives it one stroke, two for good measure. âStick that tongue out fâme.â He says, tip nudging the side of your face. Jake opens his eyes to watch, his tongue still flicking small circles around your clit, the bottom half of his face completely covered in your wetness.Â
You stick your tongue out flat for him, Sunghoon tilts your face to the side more, tapping his cock on your tongue, pre-cum coating your taste buds.
âShe might be more of a cock slut than I thoughtââ Sunghoon says, eyes falling to Jake between your thighs, Jake chuckles against you, tongue teasing your entrance, earning an open mouthed moan from you.Â
You flick your tongue on the underside of his cock, âAhâ fuck babyâ Sunghoon grunts, hips jerking forward. âHer mouth feels so fucking goodâ He mutters, pushing himself deeper into the warm column of your throat, trying to fit as much as you can, curling your toes even more, hands digging into the sheets further to stifle your gags.
Jake plunges his tongue inside of your pussy at the same time, nose bumping your clit, you moan around Sunghoons dick and his hand slams against the wall, trying to keep himself from completely breaking down from this.
âCome onâ put those hands to good useâ He reaches down, yanking your hand from the sheets, making you cup his balls in your hand. âYeahâ just like thatâ He throws his head back, his hips thrusting into your warm mouth.
Jake curls his tongue deeper inside of you, nearly moaning into your heat at the taste of you, the one he's been thinking aboutâdreaming about since the day you first let him touch you.
Your other hand lifts from the sheets, tangling in his hair as his tongue nudges that sweet spot inside of you, his nose adding pressure to your clit.
âFuckâI canâtâ Sunghoon pulls out of your mouth, and you whine at the loss of his heavy length so close to you. âI canât come yetââ He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before spreading your legs wider.
âSheâs closeâ Jake pants against you, moving over slightly. You attempt to close your legs again, just to keep Jake's head locked between them but Sunghoon grips your thighâ hard.
âI wanna taste.â Sunghoon says with a shit eating grin before settling next to Jake in between your legs.Â
You attempt to prop yourself up on your trembling arms just to watch them. âSpread her pussyââ Jake breathes, drool practically leaking from his mouth.
They both use their fingers to spread your folds, entranced with watching the way it desperately pulses with need. âSo fuckinâ pretty..â Sunghoon says, pressing a thankful kiss to your inner thigh.Â
They both dive in at the same time, tongues swirling around your clit, Your mouth hangs open as you watch, small âahâ sounds leaving your lips as their tongues bump each other.
Fuck thats hot. âJustâyeah.. Fuck!â Your hips buck as Sunghoon shoves his sharp tongue into your sopping hole, Jakeâs tongue joining him, He groans at how small the space is, but he doesn't care, not with the juices flooding out of you, and the sounds escaping your lips.
âSuck her clitâ Sunghoon mumbles, Jake fixes his attention back on the sensitive bud, shifting to give himself enough room to do so.
âJake!- oh my fuck.. Hoonââ you cry out, your legs spasming from the build up, âIm gonna comeâ shit! i cantââ You're a moaning mess when you reach your high, your arms practically giving out as your arch off the bed.
Sunghoons hand flies up holding your legs open as your juices coat both of their faces, they slurp at your pussy greedily, trying to drink in as much as possible, groaning, mouths bumping each other through your heat.Â
Starsâ you swear you see stars, your eyes rolling as their tongues slow, âThink she can squirt?â Jake asks, voice low for Sunghoon to hear.Â
âOh, I know she can.â Sunghoon says with a smirk, pulling back. Jake stands up, hands quick to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.
Sunghoon settles beside you instead, his hand coming down to run through your pussy, collecting your new juices on his fingers. âLook at thatââ He shows Jake, spreading his fingers so he can see the strings of arousal breaking.
âYou wanna be a good girl right?â You nod immediately, too fucked out to even respond with words.
Jake chuckles, moving to take off his low hanging sweatpants easily. His hard bulge evidently clear in his boxers, you look down at Sunghoon's leaking cock, still wet from your saliva. He catches your stare âPatience.âÂ
He doesn't warn you before dipping his long fingers into your hole, but its not the same measured way he had done in the carâ itâs fucking brutal.
He doesn't set a pace, ramming his fingers in and out of you, palm slapping your clit hard with every thrust. âWe wanna see if this little thing can squirtâ Sunghoon says, he presses his fist against your bladder, your hands fly out, holding onto his forearm
âSheâs closeâ I can feel it.â Sunghoon says, looking at Jake for a split second. Jake settles between your thighs again, waiting.Â
âS-shitâ Hoon! Im gonna pee..Iââ Sunghoon curls his fingers harshly before pulling them out, fist still pressing against your lower stomach as the warm liquid comes flying out, Jake opens his mouth, tongue out as you coat his face in your wetness.
Sunghoon slaps his hand down on your pussy âCome on, give him some more baby,â He grunts, slapping his palm down repeatedly, stimulating you until your whole body is shaking.
You look down at Jake between your thighs, your juices splattered everywhere, on his face, neck, the sheets below you.
And he smiles, actually fucking smiles before running a hand down his face. âKnew it.â Sunghoon says, lightly tapping your clit once before retracting his hand. You whimper at the loss and he tsks,Â
âIâll tell you what's gonna happen.â Sunghoon says, standing up. You watch with wide eyes as he lifts his shirt over his head, fully pulling off his pants and boxers, you turn to Jake, eyeing his cock, you donât even know when he got fully undresses.
But it's big. You knew it was big from those times heâd have you warm him up by sitting on his lap, especially from his pictures and videos. But seeing it like this, flushed, angry, veins mirroring the ones on his hands and forearms, has your pussy begging for more.Â
âJakes is gonna stretch that pretty hole open, but he doesn't get to come in you. Not before me anyway.â Jake rolls his eyes at that, cursing himself for making that another perk from the âunderwear colorâ bet.
âYou can handle it, right baby?â Sunghoon coos, brushing your hair out of your face gently âYes, I can.â Jake taps his dick on your pussy, smearing your juices
âI need to see those titsââ Jake urges, Sunghoons hand reaches behind your back, lifting your body slightly to unclasp your sports bra, he tosses it aside, hands flying down to pinch your nipples.
âFuck youâre perfectâ Jake groans, tip just add your entrance, he grips your hips, sliding in with surprising ease with how wet you are from coming, twice. He grips your hips harder at the warmthâ the tightness.
Your mouth falls open at the stretch, you can feel every ridge of his cock, your walls fully enveloping him, sucking him in greedily.Â
âSheâs so fucking tightâ Jake breathes out, eyebrows knitted together as he rolls his hips slowly, deep inside of you.
You moan at how good it feels to be filled like this, Jake watches closely as he pulls out only to thrust back in slowly, Sunghoon pinches your nipples again, enjoying the look on your face.
âF-fasterâ You moan out, âSee, greedy.â Sunghoon says with a smirk on his face.
âYou asked for it princess.â Jake's hands dig into your hips deeper, he pulls out before thrusting in, hard. His hand comes up, grabbing one of your tits in his hand as it bounces with each thrust, the wet sounds filling the room.
His hips snapping against yours, he presses down on your stomach and you gasp, Sunghoon smirks at the visual of his cock moving in and out of you, watching as you fall apart
âOh fuckâ fuck-â Jake pulls out quickly, gripping your thigh hard enough to leave a mark. You cry out at the lossâ you were so, so close to coming again, this time all over a cock
âShh, youâll get what you want baby.â Sunghoon says, this time he settles in between your legs, âHm.. turn around.â
âHuh?â You ask, looking up cluelessly, making Jake roll his eyes disbelieving. âTurn the fuck around, all fours.â Sunghoon says, You lift yourself up on weak arms, the new position feeling even more vulnerable, he presses down on your lower back, encouraging your arch.
âThere we go..so perfect for us.â You can't help but blush at the praise, He lands a sharp smack on your ass, your body jerks as a red spot blooms, he rubs it with his palm gently.
Jake climbs on the bed, settling right in front of your face, he strokes his cock, watching as your eyes meet his, âI'm gonna use this pretty mouth, is that okay princess?â
You nod, sticking your tongue out, nearly screaming as Sunghoon rams into you with a sharp thrust, His long dick hitting deeply. âOh fuck!â You yell, reaching out to grasp onto something, you claw at Jake's abs and he can't help but laugh. âSo damn cute.âÂ
âLook at this assââ Sunghoon slaps his palm down hard, just to see the way it reddens. Heâs not slow when he fucks into you, hands gripping at your hips, palming your ass as he thrusts into you sharply.
Your mouth hangs open and Jake takes it as a sign, shoving his fat cock into the warmth. He chokes on a moan when your lips suction around him âFuck you were rightââ He pants, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and finding a rhythm of fucking into your mouth.Â
Sunghoon feels your pussy clamp tight around him, squeezing him relentlessly. Youâre moaning around Jake's dick, sending vibrations straight to his tightening balls.
He knows you're close, he knows Jake is too, and he wants it to happen at the same time. âF-fuck..â Sunghoon groans, hips snapping into yours uncontrollably quick, balls slapping against your pussy with every brutal thrust.
You hold on to Jakes thighs as you feel yourself flutter around him, his fingers dig into the soft skin of your ass
âIm gonna comeâ princess fuck!â Jake moans out, Sunghoon pulls you against him hard, youâre squeezing around him, eyes rolling back as you come on his cock, your juices coating his dick as he shoots his warm come inside of you, painting your insides.
Jake shoves himself deep in your throat, making you swallow every drop he can give. He wipes the tears that managed to escape your eyes before pulling his cock out, Sunghoon flips you over so youâre facing him. âYou did so good, babyâ He says, rolling his hips once more before inching his cock out slowly, you both wince at the sensitivity.Â
He watches as his come mixed with yours oozes out of your hole, looking over at Jake. âNext time I'm coming inside of her.â Jake says, holding his phone.
You look at the both of them âNext time?â You ask, voice quiet and rough from Jake fucking your throat.
They look at each other, âYou thought this was a one time thing Princess?â Jake asks, genuinely confused.
âI wouldn't be able to forget this if I tried.â Sunghoon says, watching as Jake opens the camera app.
Heâs quick to snap a photo of you, capturing your face, the drool and cum on your lips, and the way Sunghoons cum leaks out of your perfect pussy. âHey youâre notââ
"That's just for us, Princess.â Jake says, typing on his phone, making a group chat with him, Sunghoon, and you.Â
Sunghoon picks up his shirt from the ground, too lazy to grab a towel, he double checks to make sure Jake got the photo before wiping your pussy gently, you wince at the feeling.
âWhat should the name be?â Jake turns to Sunghoon, âLet me seeââ you reach up to grab the phone and he gives it to you willingly.
You type out a name for the groupchat and hand it back, they both can't help the smile that coats their faces.
âSharing is caring.â Sunghoon reads it off, âThat's good princess, real good.â Jake smiles leaning down to press a kiss against your lips before laying next to you.
Sunghoon finishes wiping your thighs, settling on the other side of you, fingers twirling your hair like always.
Maybe it's okay to be a little selfish sometimes, especially if this is the outcome.
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Alright so why arent they both in my bed RN. I also wrote this while ovulating so..
synoposis: the one where Namjoon is trying to show he's down bad for you
warnings: mdni, 18+, popular! Namjoon, plus size! reader, praise, namjoon fell first, dirty talk, alcohol mentioned, multiple orgasm, protected smut, a cute love story, college au, mention of jin, mention of jimin, flirting, chain necklace, manhandle, etc.
requested: Can you write plus-size girlie fics for Namjoon and Yoongi? I appreciate plus-size rep especially when itâs for Namjoon (Yoongi too), but there arenât tons of fics for Joon. Donât know why the man is fine as hellâșïž- inside and out.
Tagging: @gottafightwhentheysaybehave
A/N: shout out to @ahgasegotarmy116 for reading this when it was only half done and sharing similar brain cells as me! Also, ignore that I've used these photos before. I love them, okay? lol
wc: 4.3k +
Everything about Namjoon is big.
If you were to ask his friends to describe him, theyâd laugh, bunching their shoulders up to give off a taller and broader stance before simply saying, âbig body.â
And it was true.
Namjoon had bulked up in college, finishing long days in the gym with a workout to relieve all the stress of classes, a part-time job, and the dread that one day in the future he might actually have to get a driverâs license and not ride a bike everywhere he went.
His body had developed thick muscles, toned hips, and broad shoulders that he almost had to enter through doorways sideways to get in.
He was a big man, and only someone soft and warm could ever handle his strength.
Someone like you.
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You didnât believe Namjoon liked you at first.
He was tall, big, and popular. A dimple smile that made anyone who saw it swoon, he was smart too, top ten in all his classes he took.
You really didnât think he would notice you.
I mean, youâre pretty positive he had a secret fan club of girls and guys who adored him. Youâre also pretty sure the president of the club was Jeon Jungkook, but donât quote you on that.
You were just happy to keep your head down, pass your classes, and enjoy your college life with your little friend group. You didnât need to get roped in with the unnecessary stuff like who was popular or who was dating whom.
But that all changed when Namjoon asked if he could sit at the table you were sitting at in the campus library. You were catching up on some assignments, preparing for one that wasn't even due till the end of the month, and suddenly there he was.
Tall, three books in one hand, flashing you those dimples like there wasnât a free table, two tables to your left.
You had thought it was a one-off situation, letting him share a table with you.
You two had quietly studied together for a few hours without even exchanging a word.
It was honestly very refreshing. And when you had finally closed your laptop, standing up to give a little stretch, you didn't even notice the way his eyes trailed over you.
You simply gathered your stuff, shoving your books and laptop in your bag as he continued to pretend to read. You didn't know he had read the same sentence from the book in front of him five times in a row at this point.
When you sling your bag over your shoulder, you finally look over at him, a soft pink dusting your cheeks with color as you speak up. "See ya in class." It's a simple, small sentence you throw out as you accidentally brush your body against his shoulder to scoot past to leave. You mentally curse the chairs being so close together, feeling your soft body rub against his firm one, while Namjoon is "thanking" whoever designed the building to allow the physical contact to happen.
And you think that's it. Nothing would change in your life other than possibly giving him a head nod in acknowledgment the next time you two were in a class together. But you were sorely mistaken.
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Namjoon is sitting next to your usual spot in class the next time you see him. He's got his textbook out, pen twirling nonchalantly in between his long fingers as he gives you another dimpled smile in greeting, and you only stumble once while heading to your seat.
"Hey," he greets, and you try not to think about how much you spill into his space. The chairs in most of your classes weren't made for bigger-sized people, and you usually tried to keep your bag in the seat next to you so you wouldn't bother people with how you filled your seat.
But with Namjoon occupying the seat, your thigh is pressed against his, your body squeezing into the chair with a blush. "Hi," you reply softly. You were already trying to figure out how to make yourself smaller. The metal arms of the chair dig into your plush thighs, and you notice that Namjoon doesn't move his leg from yours.
His long legs are spread, his foot barely a centimeter away from your left shoe, and your mind flashes a brief thought: how would it feel to have his arm wrap around the back of your chair? To have him welcome your body into his as you two attend this class.
Instead of diving into that thought any longer than you should, you shake your head clear, not noticing the way Namjoon fails to fight his giddy smile. He tries to keep it cool, bouncing his left knee as his right knee leans into your leg. And you're distracted by Namjoon once again, noticing how comfortable he seemed next to you.
Namjoon mentally sends another "thank you" to whoever designed this college, thankful to have someone so warm and soft squishing into his space. He wonders how much better it'd be if he could just sit you on his lap, and his face flushes all the way up to his ears.
You two don't exchange another word, the professor stepping inside the room with a warm greeting.
And for the rest of the class, both of you blush, pressed into each other, trying to focus.
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And then it becomes routine.
You would come to your Psych class to Namjoon already seated.
And like the first time, you'd squeeze into your seat, your hip bumping into his until it became natural for him to rest his elbow on the arm of your chair. He did it slowly, building up the courage to get more than just a simple greeting for you.
Eventually, you stopped furrowing your eyebrows, confused why he was sitting next to you, let alone talking to you. And it's not long before you two start passing notes. You easily grab his pen from his hand to doodle something random in the margins of his notebook during the professor's lectures, and it's the highlight of Namjoon's day when you did it.
Your dynamic progressed from notes being passed between you to him offering you a snack, and then, every Thursday, a bag of gummy bears rested on his desk as you two slowly ate them throughout class. He naturally gave you every orange-flavored bear, resting it on your open book while you traded him the pineapple-flavored bears in return. And then finally, he took the next step when the following Thursday came around.
You had figured it'd be the same routine. The class was already going by quickly as you two leaned into each other. But then Namjoon is getting up first once the class is over. He seems a little nervous. You had started understanding his body language a bit better as time moved on. Still, you never seemed to think much of the lingering touches when he borrows a pen or when he slides his notebook over for you to draw random swirls in the top corner absentmindedly.
Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, his eyes not meeting yours as he watches the class begin to empty. "There's a- There's a party tomorrow night."
You blink.
A party? And then you remember.
Yes, a frat party for spring break. It had been the talk on campus this week; everyone was excited for a weekend party to welcome the start of spring break, the small vacation away from classes needed so much for everyone on campus.
And when Namjoon looks down at you, still seated, you're giving him doe eyes as you nod your head - and his heart squeezes.
"I think I'm gonna go," Namjoon adds and then quickly rushes, "to the party. I think I'm gonna go to the party." His fingers twitch, but you give him a pretty smile, your lips curving up in amusement as you nod your head again.
"Yeah?" You stand up and know that if you barely move an inch, you'd be pressed up against him. You give him another cute look as you tilt your head up to look at him, and decide to give him the chance to tell you this isn't what you were thinking. "Maybe I'll see you there?"
You know you're flirting, and you don't know if you should be - you don't know that he's truly catching what you're putting down, but you decide to give him another smile as you leave before him, looking forward to Friday night more than ever before.
And Namjoon groans the moment you're gone, he stands alone in the empty classroom, his brain replaying your coy smile over and over again.
-
You can't believe you're showing up at this party, but then you see his dimple smile flash in your mind alongside all the small moments in class that made you feel warm throughout your body. It's anticipation, it's undeniable now that you have caught feelings, and you feel a little nervous as you walk up Greek Row.
The party is in full swing, with crowds of people lingering on the front porch and lawn as you get closer. The music is already loud from where you stand across the street, and you just know the house shakes on the inside as you watch groups of people spilling out while more saunter in.
Your stomach flips, butterflies fluttering inside your tummy as you really think about this.
If anything, if you read the signals wrong, you can still have fun and tell your friends you officially attended a college party, even if it took you basically four years to do so.
And that's what gets you stepping inside.
The house is packed, and people are everywhere. The entry hallway, the stairs leading to the second floor, the little glimpse of the kitchen you can see towards the back of the house, and the living room, most of all, are packed with dancing bodies. All the couches had been moved along the walls to give space in the middle of the room for people to dance, and a mock DJ booth was set up in the right corner of the living room, where you could see one of the fraternity brothers acting as DJ.
Strobes of lights flashed from purple to blue, red, and green, changing to match the beat of the song currently playing as people bumped and grind already drunk off of cheap alcohol provided from the kitchen. You weren't sure if the smoke swirling in the rooms was from a fog machine or if it came from weed that you knew was being smoked inside another room, but it was the cherry on top of the cake for a classic frat party aesthetic.
It was a little overwhelming, to be honest, and you made your way to the kitchen to get a shot of courage before you tried to see if Namjoon was here.
You didn't know Namjoon was sitting on one of those couches in the living room, a drink in his hand while he tried to nonchalantly keep an eye on the front door. He had been at this party for a while now, his eyes flickering to the streams of people endlessly coming and going, in hopes it would be you walking through the door.
And when he finally did see you, he couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face.
-
Namjoon is able to catch up with you in the kitchen. You're standing there, a little lost, as your eyes scan all the bottles lined up on the counter. A lot of cheap alcohol, and a punch bowl that was mysteriously filled with a blue liquid you weren't sure about.
"I wouldn't drink it," Namjoon hums, and you twirl to see him on your left. He's giving you that dimple smile again, his body relaxed as he stands close to you. He looks good. He always looks good. But he looks really good tonight.
He's wearing a graphic t-shirt, jeans, with a chained bracelet that went with his chained necklace. It glints in the overhead light of the kitchen, and it's then that you realize you're staring too long.
"And what would you recommend?" You ask, you haven't had a sip of alcohol yet, but you could feel your body hum, slightly leaning closer to Namjoon as he bit his lip. Your eyes flicker to his lips from the action, and your own lips part before you meet his gaze again.
"Nothing," he smirks, and you can feel the heat that comes from him as he tilts his head. "But do you want to take a shot with me?"
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One shot turns into three, and you feel a little buzz thrumming under your fingertips as Namjoon leads you back to the living room. You try not to focus on the way his hand rests on your lower back as he guides you through the waves of people. But you do notice how many people greet him.
It's not surprising; you knew Namjoon was popular, but it was still interesting to see how many people said his name or nodded in his direction as he stayed close to you. It seemed the majority of the people knew him or of him, and silently followed him with their eyes as you two made your way back to one of the couches.
You notice Jin, a friend of Namjoon's, already sitting on one of them. He's nursing a drink in his hand when you two approach and gives you a charming grin. "And how does Namjoon know you?" His lips turn up in an amused grin, knowing eyes flashing from you to Namjoon, whose ears burn red. You sit, smiling at the older friend, and try not to react as Namjoon sits so close to you. But you fail, your thighs squeezing together as you give your own charming smile back to Jin.
"Psych with Volkov."
Jin winces, knowing how tough the professor could be, and nods his head. "Say no more, your next shot is on me."
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True to Jin's word, your next shot is from him, and you two become quick friends as more of Namjoon's friends come around. And as the night goes on, you become more and more relaxed - leaning into Namjoon as you listen to Jimin talk about the projects he needs to work on during spring break. You would complain too if you had to work on schoolwork instead of taking a break like everyone else.
But soon enough, the couches become crowded, and everyone is trying to squeeze together before Namjoon literally takes you into his hands. "C'mere," he mumbles, and your face flushes from how easily he lifts you and places you onto his lap to make room for more people to hang out. Your weight settles on him, and you're a little drunk but not enough to overthink it.
"Wait," Your blush reaches your ears as Namjoon doubles down by wrapping a strong arm around your waist, keeping you against him as you squirm a little. "Everyone is looking." You mumble out, your back is against his broad chest as warmth pools in your lower stomach, and you are acutely aware of the way his large hand rests on your stomach.
You feel him laugh softly, little warm huffs tickling the back of your neck as he holds you tighter. "Who cares? Everyone's drunk. If they're looking, then they just see how pretty you look on my lap."
He says it so easily, so carefree, like it was only natural that you'd be in his lap. He says it like it's obvious you should be with him, and that makes your head get a little fuzzy from the thought of it. His words echo in your head a few times that you can't hide the smile that dances on your lips, and maybe it's the alcohol that makes your tongue a little loose, but you can't help but turn your head a little sideways to look at him. "Yeah? Are there any other positions you'd think I'd look pretty in?"
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Namjoonâs eyes are hooded when he looks down at you. He's focused on the way your body squishes under his large hands, molding you to him as he has you lie on your back.
Your legs are straining up onto his shoulders, your full breasts spilling from the sides as your knees bend under the pressure of Namjoonâs body leaning over yours. He was folding you in half, making your thigh muscles burn as your lungs shook to breathe properly. All your rolls and curves were squeezed together under the stretch, and your head spun with the way he was able to manhandle you so easily.
Namjoon had always said he could bench press your weight as a warm-up, but you hadnât taken it to heart. It always made a soft blush form on your cheeks as you nodded your head during your Psych class, dismissing his comment until he physically proved you wrong now.
Your pretty pussy clenched around nothing as Namjoon smirks down at you. His silver chain dangled between the two of you as his big body draped over yours, and youâre already sucking in another deep breath when you feel Namjoon guide his cock between your plush thighs.
"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." He murmurs, his voice almost sounding breathless as he guides the fat tip of his cock between your puffy folds. You can't see the way your pussy drools, mixing your arousal with his precum or that it's glossing his cock with a wet sheen that makes his balls tense from just the sight of it. But you do feel him.
Namjoon is big, just like everything else about him, and you can feel the weight of his cock as he presses his hips forward, sliding his cock between your chubby cunt until the tip nudges your clit. Each time he knocks the head of his cock into your sensitive bundle of nerves, your thighs twitch, and your jaw drops from the tingles of electricity shooting all the way through your body.
You're everything he had imagined and then some.
You're softer, your skin dipping to the hold he has on your body. The weight of your legs on his shoulders grounds him while he gets lost in the way your pretty cunt drools all over his cock. He hasn't even done anything yet, and you're coating him with your sweet slick. He can't wait to taste you, but right now, he needs you first.
Mentally, he promises to take his time next time. He wants to map every curve of your body with his tongue and then his fingers, but when you plead his name with a whine, he can't deny you. He'd been wanting this longer than you probably knew, and it doesn't take him long to lean on his knees, stretching your legs open as his cock notches on your entrance.
Then he's giving you something to really stretch over. The first few inches of his cock pressing in leaves you gasping. Your toes curl, your mouth gapes, and your eyes widen as he bullies his way inside slowly. You can feel every inch, every dip and ridge of his cock maze through your gummy walls until you're grabbing onto his biceps for mercy.
"Oh, oh!" Your head falls back, and Namjoon smirks as he holds one of your legs under the knee to open you up wider as your other leg slips off his shoulder. Your eyes are already glossing over, and he's never been more turned on than right now with you.
You're warmer, wetter, taking him better than he could have imagined, and it makes his stomach flex as he listens to the way you cry for him. Both you and your pretty pussy are talking back incoherently when he finally bottoms out. "Fuck baby, I think we might need to do this every day," Namjoon huffs, and your pussy clenches around him in agreement. "Heh- you'd like that, huh? Do you want to fuck you until your body remembers the shape of me days later, Baby?"
"Oh fuck, please, please-" Your eyes roll back just as his hips push backwards, sliding out until just his tip remains. He leans back to see how shiny you left his cock with your slick before he surges forward, knocking the breath from you once more.
He doesn't have to worry about being too rough; your body moves with his like you were meant just for him. And he tells you that too, as he begins to carve the shape of him inside your pretty pussy as he promised. Shivers run down your spine straight to your sopping cunt, your hole fluttering around his length as he picks up the pace gradually. You take the heavy weight he throws into every thrust with a sweet whimper, your nails digging into his arms as his fat tip smacks into your plush cervix with a filthy kiss.
Your swollen folds meet the tufts of dark hair at his base, and you keen at the way his cock massages all the right spots inside you. Your mouth hangs open, drool forming at the corner of your lips as he abuses the sweet spot that makes you see stars with your eyes open. "You're squeezin' me so tightly, you really don't want me to leave, huh?" Namjoon's words only make your head spin more, your hands clutching to his arms, the bedsheets, his shoulder - anywhere to ground you to reality as he builds the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter.
You never thought that the day you two studied together in the library would end up like this, with Namjoon splitting you open with his cock, his fingers digging into your plush thigh and hip as he fucks you, but you're so happy it did. You can feel his balls slap against your ass, the sounds of skin hitting skin resonating with your whines, and it's too much.
"M'gonna- fuck just like that, just like that!" Your chubby cunt slurps his cock deeper, gripping tighter and making it harder for him to leave as his tip swirls a heart against your sweet spot, and just as your brain realizes what Namjoon has done, your vision whitens. You can barely warn him, "m'cumming - oh fuck - oh my god!"
Your pussy gushes, pulsing around Namjoon so violently that he almost cannot keep fucking into you. Your walls flutter, milking his shaft as your brain blanks; the only coherent thought in your mind is him. Namjoon, just Namjoon, as you tremble underneath him.
Namjoon stares at you in awe, the image of your lewd expression crossing over your face searing into his mind as you cum. And the feeling of your body melting under his as he grinds his hips into yours is something he didn't know he needed until now. He fucks you through your orgasm, praising you for taking him so well, how he's wanted this for so long. He tells you how pretty you look cumming on his cock, that he wants to feel you cum on his fingers and tongue too - and it's not long before your orgasm subsides, only to be built back up as he lets your legs fall apart while his toned hips rut into you harder.
You can only hold onto the bedsheets and his back as he drapes his body over yours. You two are pressed hip to hip, stomach to stomach, as he slides in deeper, his hands resting on either side of your head as he makes your pussy squelch with each thrust. He's got you caged in, making you feel each slide forward until the familiar knot in your stomach twists again, and your brain fogs up. He reduces you to just saying his name like a chant, half-broken between gasps as you whimper, "Joon! Mmph, ngh Joon!"
When your pussy clamps around him the second time, your orgasm triggers his own, and his hips stay flush against your ass as he groans lowly. His cock swells, throbbing as he cums heavily while your walls pulse around him. It makes his own eyes roll to the back of his head, your addictive cunt sucking him deeper.
And you're no better, your thighs twitch around his waist, your breath coming up short while you feel him press his weight onto you. You can feel each jerk of his cock along your gummy walls, and you whimper when he eventually begins to slide out. You can feel the loss of him almost immediately as he slips the condom off, both of you panting as you pathetically squeeze around nothing.
Namjoon throws the condom in the trash, disappearing to the bathroom for a moment before he returns with a wet rag. His breaths are still labored like yours as he gently cleans you up, his fingers massaging your quivering thighs as he does so. When he's done, he easily slides into his bed next to you, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close.
"I meant it."
You blink, turning to face him as your leg hooks over his. His hand rests on your lower back, keeping you pressed against him as you tilt your head up to see him.
"I've been wanting this for a long time." Your heart flutters at his words, and your cheeks darken as he continues. "I also meant it when I said we might need to do this every day."
You smile, giggling, and are thankful that it's spring break because you know Namjoon is going to be true to his word. By the time spring break is over, he'll know how you look cumming on his fingers, his tongue, and any other position he can get you in.
SUMMARY -> in which jungkook canât resist his star student.
WORDS -> 6.8k (approx 30 min read time)
WARNINGS -> jungkook x female reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, age gap (if you squint), power imbalance (professor and student), slowburn, size kink, jungkook is kinda pathetic
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you had been a teacherâs pet since grade school.
all of that hard work got you into one of the most prestigious universities in your country. you were proud of your gradesâthe teachers and professors throughout your academic career were happy to give them to you.
professor jeon was nothing like any of them.Â
the first day, you showed up to class early and sat in the front (of course). you didnât know what to expect. professor jeon was fresh meat, the newest professor in your school. no ratemyprofessors profile, no student horror stories, no face.Â
he fascinated you the moment he left his office and awkwardly stumbled into the lecture hall. you leaned in to take a closer look.
he was young, not that much older than you and heart achingly handsome. when his eyes met yours, a strange warmth coursed through your veins.
matters of the heart were foreign territory for you. yes, you had heard about your roommateâs various talking stages and hookups, but you never thought this would be anything like this. your heartbeat picked up. you couldnât take your eyes off of him and he hadnât even said a word.
he nearly dropped his laptop bag on the podium, fumbled with the hdmi cable to his slideshow, making the screen flash blue. he muttered an apology.
professor jeon cleared his throat, âumâhello. good morning. iâm professor jeon. jungkook. i meanâor dr. jeon. either is fine. not jungkook. not justâanyway.â
he laughed nervously.
silence.
you stared.
he ran his fingers through his jet black hair. âthis is my first semester teaching. so, um. be gentle.â
the class laughed lightly.
you didnât. you felt something shift in your chest. not authority, not intimidation.
but tenderness.
you were hooked.Â
art history became your favorite class. it met on tuesdays and thursdays from 5pm to 7pm. you heard your classmates complaining about how they were bored by the material, how the class was too long, but you just never understood why.Â
you could listen to professor jeon talk for an eternity. the way his eyes lit up when he saw a certain brush stroke. how he talked with his hands when he was excited. how he fumbled with his hdmi cord, always having problems with the connection before every class. youâd always get up to help him.
âyou had the magic touch,â he said to you one day, âyou always fix it.â
you replayed that moment in your head for days.
a week into the course, he announced a new resource for you all: homework videos. he filmed them weekly to explain core concepts.Â
âtheyâre probably unnecessary,â he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, âbut i know the content can getâŠintense.â
you were the first one to watch the video the night it was uploaded.Â
he was in his office, books stacked behind him. he stumbled over terminology, corrected himself mid sentence, and laughed awkwardly.
âokay,â he said in the video, âthat made no sense. let me start over.â
you rewinded that part three times. you didnât need the help. you have a 100%.Â
but you watched every video. every week. the moment they drop. sometimes twice. sometimes to hear his voice.
you wondered if professor jeon had a wife. he was young, yes, but someone like him couldnât be single. you imagined him with a woman, looking at her with the same brightness in his eyes he has when he talks about his favorite art pieces.
it made you sick.Â
you wanted to be that woman.
when he sent an email to your class about office hours, you knew you had to be there.Â
you didnât have any questions. you just wanted to âclarify something.â he looked surprised to see you, like he expected no one to come.Â
âoh! hi. itâs youâum. front row? hdmi?â he ran his fingers through his hair.
âyes, professor.â you smiled.
he gestured to a chair, âeverything okay with the reading?â
you nodded. âi just wanted to ask about the emotional framing of the baroque martyrdom.â
he blinked, just staring at you for a moment.
you swallowed.
âthatâs⊠actually a really great question.â
you talked for thirty minutes.
you noticed him relaxing with you. he smelled like fresh laundry up close, which somehow felt more intoxicating than any cologne would.Â
by week three, you were there every monday. he started to expect you.
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jungkook squinted as he reread your paper for the third time.Â
the subject does not desire possession. only closeness. only the warmth of standing near something luminous and being allowed to witness it.Â
he had that part circled since the first time he read it. something about it stuck with him in ways he couldnât describe.
he knew educators werenât supposed to have favorites, but if he was honest, he did and it was you. teaching at this university was a very impersonal experience and you were one of the only students heâs gotten to bond with. you were brilliant, your papers a delight to read. when you answered questions in class, he felt immense relief.
when he got excited to see you at office hours, he told himself it was because you were academically engaged.Â
not because you sat too close.
not because you smelled vanilla and paper.Â
not because of how your lip gloss caught the light.
and definitely not because he let his eyes wander to how your perfect legs would cross under your desk.Â
you were beautiful. that was a simple, undeniable fact.Â
office hours with you became the highlight of his week.Â
you really listened to him. chin resting on your palm, eyes steady on his mouth as he explained to you, brows knitting together ever so slightly.
âso, in caravaggioâs work, the light is meant toâŠâÂ
you bit your lip in concentration. his brain short circuited.
he trailed off into silence, taking you in for a moment. heat crawled up his neck.
âdr. jeon?â you asked softly.
hearing his name come from your lips made his heart skip a beat. he ran his hands through his hair.Â
âyes, iâm sorry. i lost my train of thought. what was i saying?â
you blinked up at him so innocently, adjusting yourself in your seat. you somehow ended up closer to him, âthe light reveals what the subject canât say.â
âthatâs right.â
he stared at you for half a second too long. you made him feel smart. seen. important when he was so afraid of being seen as incompetent.
one day, he checked your name on the gradebook out of pure curiosity. you had the highest average by far. you didnât need office hours. yet you never missed them.Â
that night, he replayed his conversations with you.Â
the way you looked at him.Â
itâs not normal student interest. itâs softer. lingering. he swallowed.
youâre just enthusiastic, he told himself. but he knew what a crush looks like. heâs had them.
he disregarded that thought.
it was pathetic to think that someone like you wanted him. you were brilliant, beautiful, and had a bright future ahead of you. and most importantly you were his student.Â
he was awkward, and you probably thought he was incompetent but were too nice to show it. he was projecting.
but a part of him wished he wasnât.
at office hours that week, you showed him a draft of an upcoming paper. he stood behind you, scanning it over your shoulder.
he leaned down slightly, his hand gingerly rested on your shoulder.Â
he could smell your coconut shampoo. he swallowed. his voice lowered subconsciously.
âthis line stood out to me,â jungkook said. âthe way you describe longing⊠itâs intense.â
you just nodded.
jungkook reread it.
the tragedy is not that he is distant. the tragedy is that he believes himself unworthy of being wanted.
something about that felt too personal.Â
he pushed it down.
you followed the prompt, right?
itâs art analysis.
you couldnât be writing about him.
that night, he couldnât get the sweet scent of your shampoo out of his mind.Â
when he finally got your paper in his hands on a late night in his apartment, he was very impressed. you were his star student, of course.
just his star student.
not the girl he counted down the days till he saw.
not the girl who made mondays his favorite day of the week.
not the girl who bit her lip when she was concentrating.
not the girl who made his body feel things he definitely shouldnât.
just his student.
he loved reading your papers. your syntax was perfect and your analysis was refreshing. the prompt was about longing and devotion in the assigned piece. he wanted to see what you had to say.
but something was strange.
the cruelest irony is that he fears crossing a line that has already blurred.
his brows furrowed.Â
what did that mean?
it was a stretch to say it was relevant to the piece.
jungkook leaned back in his chair, the paper still in his hands.
he read the line again.
the cruelest irony is that he fears crossing a line that has already blurred.
his stomach dropped.
that wasnât about a painting.
that wasnât about some baroque martyr suspended in dramatic lighting.
that sounded likeâ
no.
he shook his head and scrubbed a hand down his face.
you were just good at this. you wrote with emotional precision. thatâs all. you were perceptive. intense. maybe a little dramatic.
he kept reading.
the viewer aches not because he is unattainable, but because he cannot see what she sees when she looks at him.
his throat went dry.
she.
not the viewer. not the audience.
she.
jungkookâs fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the page.
it was probably stylistic. plenty of critics used gendered language. it didnât mean anything.
he forced himself to keep going.
he stands illuminated before a room full of people and still insists he is ordinary. that is the greatest misunderstanding in the composition.
his chest felt tight.
illuminated before a room full of people.
standing in front of a room.
insisting he was ordinary.
he thought about the way he apologized during his first lecture. the way he said be gentle. the way you had looked at him like he wasnât something fragile but something worth protecting.
his pulse started to thrum in his ears.
this is ridiculous, he told himself.
he is projecting.
he is lonely.
he is reading into things because he wants to.
she didnât mean it like that.Â
but thenâ
he flipped back a page.
devotion often attaches itself not to grandeur, but to sincerity. to the quiet way he fumbles with cords before speaking. to the nervous laugh he cannot seem to outgrow.
his breath stuttered.
that wasnâtâ
that couldnâtâ
he actually dropped the paper this time, the soft rustle loud in his silent apartment.
fumbles with cords.
nervous laugh.
those were details.
not abstract traits.
details.
jungkook stood abruptly, pacing once across his small living room before running both hands through his hair.
no.
you wouldnât.
you couldnât.
you were brilliant. careful. disciplined. you followed prompts. you didnât blur lines.
he was the one blurring them.
he was the one noticing how close you sat.
the one replaying your voice saying dr. jeon late at night.
the one counting down to mondays.
this had to be him reading what he wanted to read.
but when he picked the paper back up, his hands werenât steady anymore.
the tragedy is not that he is distant. the tragedy is that he believes himself unworthy of being wanted.
his jaw clenched.
unworthy.
he had said that word before. not to you. never to you. but to himself. in the mirror. in quiet moments when imposter syndrome clawed at his ribs.
how could you possibly know that?
unlessâ
unless you were paying attention the same way he was.
unless when he thought you were just listening, you were seeing.
really seeing.
a slow heat crept up his neck, down his spine.
shock first.
then disbelief.
then something far more dangerous.
hope.
he sank back into his chair, staring at your name typed neatly at the top of the page.
you.
you with the highest average in his gradebook.
you who didnât need office hours.
you who sat too close.
you who bit your lip when concentrating.
you who looked at him like he mattered.
how could someone like youâ
want someone like him?
the thought made his head spin.
it was impossible.
and yet the evidence was sitting in his hands in twelve-point times new roman.
he pressed his thumb lightly over the line again.
fears crossing a line that has already blurred.
a line.
between what?
student and professor.
he inhaled sharply.
this was wrong.
this was dangerous.
he should shut it down immediately. draw a boundary. grade the paper objectively. pretend he never read between the lines.
but instead, he found himself wonderingâ
when you wrote he, were you picturing him?
when you wrote she, were you picturing yourself?
his heart hammered harder at the possibility.
that wasnât academic curiosity.
that was desire.
he stood again, restless, pacing a second time.
this is inappropriate.
he is your professor.
you deserve better than his loneliness.
but the image of you at that desk, looking up at him with those wide, steady eyes, wouldnât leave him.
what if he wasnât imagining it?
what if you reallyâ
he stopped that thought before it could fully form.
he dropped back into his chair and grabbed a red pen.
his hand hovered over the top of the page.
for a long moment, he didnât write a grade.
instead, almost without thinking, he wrote:
see me after class.
he stared at the words.
his pulse thundered.
he had no idea what he was going to say to you.
he just knew he couldnât keep pretending he didnât see it anymore.
and he couldnât keep pretending he didnât want it to be true.
he dreamt about you that night.Â
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see me after class.
your heart dropped. as you reread the line on top your paper.
no grade. just that written in red pen.
what could he mean? professor jeon loved to read your papers. he told you that it was a delight to grade them.
you had tailored your writing style to fit his tastes. to get the praise and approval from him that you grew to crave. the thought of him suddenly disapproving was heartbreaking.
you knew you couldnât have him, but at least you had his professional admiration.
did you just lose that too?
that class was the first to feel slow.
professor jeon avoided eye contact with you, directing his attention away from the front row for the whole two hours. he called on other students, and pretended as if you werenât there.Â
you were addicted to his attention, and you could feel the withdrawals.Â
when class finally ended, you stayed in your seat, looking over your notes as everyone else filed out of the lecture hall.Â
he closed the door behind the last student and locked it.
you swallowed.
âprofessor, iââ
âone moment please,â his tone was colder than normal as he tidied up his podium and approached you.
you were silent, your heart pounding in your chest.
âi wanted to talk about your essay,â he went to sit in the chair next to you.
you looked down, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, âis it⊠inappropriate?â you were quieter than you wanted to be.
âno,â he said. you felts his eyes boring into you but you refused to look up. âjust⊠very honest.â
the silence stretched.
âyou write longing like you understand it intimately.â
that was when you looked up, meeting his searching eyes. your breath trembled.
âmaybe i do.â
you had no idea why you said that. he slid closer. âis there⊠someone youâre writing about?â his eyes softened.
you couldnât lie to him. âyes.â
his head tilted, âdoes he know?â
you studied his face. his skin was perfect, free from blemishes that youâd normally see from someone this close. his thin rimmed glasses slightly slipped down his face and framed his beautiful brown eyes.
you still couldnât lie to him.
âi think he does now.â
the silence was suffocating.Â
your heart is slamming against your chest. heat crawled up your neck. he could probably see the slight blush on your cheeks.Â
professor jeon nervously laughed the way he does when he mixed up his words or lost his train of thought.Â
you could hear the disbelief in his voice, âyouâre⊠youâre brilliant.â he ran a hand through his hair, âyou could have anyone.â
you leaned in, âi donât want anyone.â
he slid closer.
âwhy me?â
his voice was raw, honest. his professor persona was gone, replaced with something softer.
âyou look at me like i matter.â
that was his undoing.
he had never been the object of someoneâs longing.
he was always replaceable. invisible. occasionally admired for his usefulness.Â
and here you wereâbeautiful, bright, the top of his class, looking at him like he was sacred.
something snapped.
âthis is a terrible idea,â he whispered.Â
âtell me to leave.â
he couldnât.
his hand moved, almost involuntarily cupping your cheek.
it was soft against your cheek. you melted into the touch.Â
he inhaled sharply.
you kissed him first.
soft, uncertain. he froze for a moment, shocked.Â
he caved.
he kissed you back, hands hovering over your waist. it was clumsy. breathless. desperate. you pulled away, stunned. he stared at you like he just jumped off of a cliff.
âw-we canât do this,â he muttered.Â
you grabbed his hands, guiding them onto his hips.
âthen stop.â
he doesnât.
you climbed on top of him, hips bracketing his.Â
he kissed you this time. deeper, slower, memorizing. it was overwhelming for the both of you. you had never been wanted like this.Â
then reality slammed back in.Â
you were on campus. the door was unlocked. the building was probably empty, this was a night class, but it wasnât empty enough. if anyone saw you, he would be fired and your scholarship would be in jeopardy.
the risk seemed to process in his head as well. you climbed off of him, expecting him to push you away.Â
instead, he said, âwe have to get out of here.â
we.
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this was idiotic and jungkook knew it.Â
you walked out of the lecture hall first, and he set a five minute timer to leave after you.
you met him in the empty faculty parking lot. the air was cool, the sky was dim. he unlocked his car with shaking hands.Â
this was insane.Â
you got in the car anyways.Â
the moment the door shut behind you, he looked at you.
then it all started over. you gave him a kiss before buckling your seatbelt. it was urgent. his hands framed your face like he couldnât believe you were real. he pulled back, starting his car.Â
he was grateful his apartment was clean when you walked in. you stepped inside like it was sacred ground. he closed the door, locked it, and shut the blinds.
he just stared at you, nervously standing in his living room.Â
âyou deserve someone better,â he blurted, breaking the silence.
it wasnât modesty. it was insecurity.Â
âi donât want better. i want you.â you said matter of factly.
he sat on the couch. you climbed on top of him again, gingerly positioning your clothed heat on top of his crotch. his hands hovered over your hips.Â
âcan i?â
you nodded. his hands rested on your hips, rubbing light circles that made you melt further into him. he kissed your again, his tongue curling with yours as your hips began to subconsciously rock into his. he didnât stop it.
jungkook hadnât done anything like this since he was in grad school, your touch making him realize how starved heâs been. he shuddered as your hips found a rhythm grinding against him.Â
he tilted your chin up, trying to to deepen the kiss. you did your best to keep up, and he pulled back.
he pulled back, cupping your face. ârelax,â he whispered, âlet me.â
and when he kissed you again, you obeyed, melting under him as you let him take control of the kiss. he smiled into it.
you were always such a good listener.Â
your hips began to rut into him faster and faster, clearly chasing something you didnât fully understand. he noticed your movements were clumsy, uncoordinated, a coil tightening in your stomach that needed release.
his hands tensed on your hips, stilling you.
âeasy,â he murmured, âlet me help you.â
his fingers slid down, slowly inching underneath your skirt. âcan i?â
you nodded, breathless. his knuckles brushed against your panties. you gasped, leaning into the touch.
âso responsive,â he made eye contact with you. âhas anyone touched you here before?â
you shook your head, unable to form words. a possessive rush ran down his spine.
he slipped his hand into your panties, finding you soaked and swollen. you cried into the touch, hips bucking against his hand.
âshhh,â he soothed, his other hand  coming to cup the back of your neck, âiâve got you, just feel.â
his fingers explored you slowly, deliberately. he watched every expression that crossed your face, cataloging your responses like he studied art. when his thumb softly massaged your clit, you whimpered and tried to grind against his hand again.
âp-professorâŠâ
he slowed down, cupping your cheek. âlook at me,â he coaxed.
you obeyed immediately.
âcan you call me by my first name here?â he asked, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek.Â
it felt wrong to you to call your professor by his first name. he was someone of greater knowledge. someone older. someone to respect.
someone with his hand in your panties as you sat in his lap.Â
the way he studied you melted your heart. he stared at you with a reverence that you never thought you would receive.
you couldnât say no to him.
âj-jungkook,â you whispered.
he felt himself twitch in his pants. something about the way it rolled off your tongue had him dizzy.
he cursed under his breath. âagain, please baby.â he asked with pleading eyes.
that nickname made you shudder. you obeyed, âjungkook.â
jungkook gave you a quick kiss, âgood girl. just my name. only my name.â
the praise was addictive.
he circled your clit with his thumb while sliding one finger inside you. you clenched around him instinctively, your body reacting to the foreign intrusion. the sensation made you whimper.
âbabyâŠâ he rested his forehead against yours, âyouâre so perfect for me.â
you whined.
something in him snapped. he added another finger, pumping them in and out and stretching you while he rubbed circles on your clit. his doe eyes stared down at you.
his bottom lip trembled. âi canât believe i let you sit in my office hours for weeks and didnât know you wanted this. i-i tried my best to not look at you,â he rambled between open mouthed kisses to your cheek and her jaw, âyouâve always been so good to me⊠so sweet. i couldâve had you so much sooner.â
you gasped as he found the sweet spot on your neck. he took a moment to suck and nibble on it. âif i tried to touch you like this right in that lecture hall, you probably wouldâve let me⊠just spread your legs and let me take what i wanted, right? because you want this as bad as i do, right?âÂ
you bit back a moan and nodded as the pace of his fingers picked up. the combination of the fingers and the pressure on your clit was overwhelming. your breath came out in short pants.
you came with cry, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. jungkook held you through it, his movements slowing as you rode out your orgasm.
when you finally gathered yourself, you were slumped against him, your face buried in his neck. you could feel his hardness pressing against you through his slacks. he removed his fingers, the loss making you whine.
you had never experienced anything like that before.
âdid you like it?â he asked, his voice rough.
you were still staring at your lap, overwhelmed. he tilted your chin up with his finger.
âeyes up,â he corrected softly.
you looked up at him with wide, yielding eyes. he wanted to devour you. he wanted to rip all of your clothes off, bend you over on the couch, and take you over, and over, and over until you couldnât walk. until the only thing you could say was his name. you were so eager to please that you probably wouldâve let him.
but you didnât deserve that. you deserved something sweet and slow.
he smiled at you, âweâre not done yet.â
he lifted you effortlessly, body going limp in his arms as you clung to his shoulders. you were in a daze and he could tell.Â
jungkook didnât waste any time. he opened his bedroom door, kicking it shut behind him with his heel.
the first thing you noticed about the room was that it smelled like himâsandalwood and old books.Â
he laid you out on the bed like you were something precious, his soft mattress dipping under your weight. you stared up at the ceiling, your heart still hammering against your ribs, your skin tingling all over. your skirt rode up to your waist.
âlook at you,â he murmured, âso pretty.â
he crawled onto the bed. your thighs spread instinctively. he noticed, grinning.
he positioned his head between your thighs, looking up at you as his fingers brushed your waistband.
âwhat are you doing?â you whispered.
he looked up at you, âcan i taste you?â
your breath hitched, ââŠyes.â
he pulled off your skirt, unbuttoning your shirt and taking off your bra for good measure, leaving you only in your panties. he pulled back for a moment to take you in. you blushed.
he pulled your panties down slowly and tenderly, letting out a soft gasp as he saw the remnants of your orgasm slipped out of your panties and dripped down your thighs.Â
âoh baby,â he said, âyou made a mess, didnât you?â
you whimpered. it was music to his ears.
âitâs okay,â he coaxed, taking off his fogged up glasses and setting them on the nightstand. âiâll clean you up.â
that was when he bent down and licked a stripe against your sensitive flesh. your thighs instinctively closed against the sides of his head. he moved his hands to rest on your knees.
âkeep your legs open,â he commanded softly.
the second swipe made you cry out, back arching off the bed. he groaned, the sound going straight through your core, feeling that coil tighten all over again in your tummy.Â
âjungkookâŠâ you whined, hands tangling in his hair.
âjust relax,â he mumbled against you, vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. âlet me take care of you.â
your back arched again, and he held your hips down. the restraint made you dizzy.Â
he was a starving man, and you were the feast. he ate you out with desperate, enthusiastic hunger, his nose nudging against your clit as he lapped at you. he didn't just want to please youâhe wanted to consume you.
you were melting into the mattress, completely overwhelmed. you wanted to grind against his face, to chase the friction, but his hold forced you to stay still. you were his to use, his to taste. you let him do all the heavy lifting, letting his tongue and his hands do the work while you just surrendered to the sensation.
you whimpered. high, helpless, embarrassingly sweet. the praise, the quiet command, it unraveled you faster than you thought possible.
he could tell.
your breathing turned ragged and your stomach started fluttering again, he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked. it was soft at first, then with steady, pulsing pressure. your whole body locked up. a broken little sob tore out of your throat as the second orgasm crashed through you, sharper and deeper than the first.
he didnât stop.
he licked you through every aftershock, slower now, almost tender, until your whimpers turned into soft, overwhelmed sniffles. only then did he finally pull back, lips glossy, cheeks flushed, pupils blown so wide the brown was nearly gone.
he crawled up your body carefully, caging you without crushing you. his forearms bracketed your head. you could smell yourself on his mouth, on his chin, and the realization made fresh heat bloom low in your belly.
jungkook looked⊠ruined.
his hair was a mess from your fingers, shirt half-unbuttoned, chest rising and falling too fast. he stared down at you like you were the most devastating thing heâd ever seen.
âyouâre shaking,â he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face. his thumb traced your bottom lip. âwas that too much?â
you shook your head immediately, eyes glassy. ân-no⊠it felt so goodâŠâ
his expression softened into something dangerously fond.
he kissed you then, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you moaned quietly into his mouth, small hands clutching at his shoulders like you were afraid heâd disappear.
when he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice cracked.
âbabyâŠâ he swallowed hard. âcan i⊠can I be inside you?â
your breath hitched.
the question hung between you, heavy and reverent.
you wanted to say yes. you did want to say yes. but the sudden rush of everything, body over yours, the damp heat still pulsing between your legs, the sheer size of him pressing against your thigh through his slacksâmade your brain short-circuit.
you stared up at him with wide, dazed eyes. lips parted. no sound came out.
jungkookâs face fell the tiniest bit. misreading your silence as hesitation, he started to pull back.
âiâm sorryâi shouldnât haveââ
your hands grabbed his shirt before he could retreat.
he froze.
you didnât speak, just looked at himâsoft, overwhelmed, trustingâand slowly shook your head no. not no to him. no to him stopping.
understanding flickered across his face.
he exhaled shakily. âyou want me to keep going?â
a tiny nod.
âbut youâre⊠youâre not saying anything.â
another tiny nod. your cheeks burned. you liked this, seeing the normally composed, fumbling professor come apart. liked the way his voice was starting to shake.
jungkook dropped his forehead to your shoulder, breathing hard.
âyouâre gonna kill me,â he muttered. then, quieter, almost broken: âplease. sweetheart, please. i need to feel you. i need it so bad. i havenâtâfuck, i havenât let myself have anyone since i was studying for my masterâs. i buried myself in books and data andâand then you walked into my class and i⊠i canât think straight anymore.â
his hips rolled once, involuntarily, grinding his clothed length against your soaked core. he groaned low in his throat.
âiâll go slow. i swear. iâll stop the second you want me to. just⊠please let me inside you. please.â
the please sounded almost pathetic. desperate. nothing like the quiet authority he carried in lecture halls.
and you loved it.
you stayed silent a little longer, letting him unravel.
his breathing grew uneven. he started pressing soft, pleading kisses along your throat, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.
âiâll take such good care of you,â he whispered against your skin. âi promise. i just⊠i need you. need to feel how warm you are. how tight. please, baby. please say yes. iâm begging you.â
your heart squeezed.
finally, soft, barely audibleâyou breathed:
ââŠyes.â
jungkook made a broken sound in the back of his throat.
he kissed you fiercely once, then sat back just enough to yank his shirt over his head. belt. button. zipper. he shoved everything down and off in one impatient motion.
when he settled back over you, completely bare, your eyes widened.
he was⊠big.
thick. long. flushed dark at the tip and already leaking. the sight made your thighs tremble.
âiâi donât thinkâŠâ you whispered, suddenly small and unsure again.
jungkook noticed immediately.
he leaned down, cupping your face with both hands.
âhey,â he soothed, voice velvet-soft. âitâs okay. itâll fit. i promise you it will. weâll go as slow as you need. youâre so wet for me already⊠itâll be so easy. is that okay?â
you swallowed. nodded.
he reached between your bodies, guiding himself to your entrance. the blunt head nudged against youâhot, slick, insistent.
âbreathe,â he murmured. âjust breathe for me.â
you did.
he pushed in barely an inch.
your breath caught. the stretch burned immediately. sharp. intense. you whimpered, fingers digging into his biceps.
âshhh, shhh,â he kissed your temple, your cheek, your lips. âyouâre doing so good. so perfect. look at you taking me already.â
another slow inch.
the burn sharpened. tears pricked your eyes.
âjungkookâit hurtsââ
âi know, baby. i know.â he stilled completely, trembling with the effort of holding back. âjust stay with me. relax around me. let me in slow. youâre so tight⊠fuck, you feel incredible.â
he kissed you through it. soft, open-mouthed, distracting. whispered praise against your lips.
âyouâre the most beautiful thing iâve ever seen.â
âso good for me.â
âtaking me so well even though itâs your first time.â
âiâve wanted this for so long.â
little by little, the sting began to melt. the fullness turned heavy, aching, good.Â
addictive. your hips shifted experimentally.
a soft moan slipped out.
his eyes fluttered shut. âthatâs it⊠thatâs my girl.â
he sank the rest of the way in one careful glide.
you both groaned.
he bottomed out, hips flush to yours, and stayed thereâletting you adjust, letting himself feel every fluttering pulse around him.
âyouâre perfect,â he whispered, voice wrecked. âso perfect. feel that? thatâs us. just us.â
tears slipped down your templesânot from pain anymore, but from how full you felt. how wanted. how seen. he kissed them away.
âmove,â you breathed after a long moment. âplease⊠please move.â
he did.
slow. deep.
every drag of him inside you lit up nerves you didnât know existed. the ache turned molten. sweet. you wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.
he groaned your name like a prayer.
âyou feel so good,â he rasped. âso warm. baby, youâre squeezing me so perfect.â
you keened at the praise, nails raking lightly down his back.
âmore,â you whispered. âplease.â
he gave it to youâstill controlled, still careful, but deeper now. harder. the bed creaked softly beneath you.
âlook at me,â he murmured.
you did.
his eyes were liquid dark, reverent.
âiâm so proud of you,â he said, voice shaking. âletting me have you like this. trusting me. youâre everything. you know that? everything.â
your eyes fluttered. the coil was building againâdifferent this time. deeper. all-consuming.
âjungkookââ
âiâve got you,â he promised, hips rolling in that perfect grind. âcome for me, baby. let me feel it. please, baby.â
you shattered.
harder than before. clenching around him so tightly he cursed under his breath. your whole body shook, soft cries muffled against his shoulder.
he followed right after, hips stuttering, burying himself as deep as possible as he spilled inside you with a long, broken moan of your name.
for several long minutes you just held each other. breathing hard. sweaty. trembling.
he pressed the softest kisses to your hairline, your closed eyelids, the tip of your nose.
âyou okay?â he whispered eventually.
you nodded against his chest. smiled sleepily.
âmore than okay.â
he exhaled, relieved. wrapped both arms around you and rolled so you were tucked against his side, still connected.
âstay,â he murmured, almost shy now that the urgency had passed. âjust⊠stay with me tonight?â
you nuzzled closer, already drifting.
âalways.â
the apartment was quiet in a way it had never been before.
not tense.
not forbidden.
just quiet.
the kind of quiet that settled after something life-changing.
you were wrapped in his sheets, hair messy, lips swollen, limbs pleasantly heavy. the world felt softer around the edges. unreal.
jungkook was sitting up beside you, chest rising and falling slowly, still trying to steady himself. he looked wrecked in a way that had nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with disbelief.
you were looking at him like you had just discovered something sacred.
he ran a hand through his hair and let out a small, almost shy laugh.
âare you sure you okay?â he asked, voice lower than usual.
you nodded immediately. âperfect. all because of you .â
that made his ears turn pink.
he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and came back with a warm cloth. the gentleness in his movements made your chest ache. he knelt beside you on the bed like you were fragile porcelain.
âlet me,â he murmured.
he was careful. attentive. not clinical, but reverent. like this mattered. like you mattered.
you watched his face while he cleaned you up, the concentration in his brows, the softness in his eyes. he kept glancing up to check your expression.
âtell me if anything feels uncomfortable,â he said quietly.
you shook your head. âit doesnât.â
he exhaled, relieved.
when he was done, you sat up slowly and took the cloth from his hand.
âmy turn,â you said.
he blinked at you. âyou donât have to.â
âi want to.â
that softness again. that eagerness that kept undoing him.
you guided him back onto the bed, pushing him gently until he was the one lying down. he let you. completely.
there was something so vulnerable about him like that, broad shoulders against white sheets, hair falling into his eyes, chest rising steadily under your gaze.
you were just as careful with him.
your touch was slower, lighter, almost curious.
he swallowed hard.
âyouâre staring,â he muttered.
âi am.â
he huffed a breath that might have been a laugh.
âwhy?â
you shrugged slightly. âi never thought youâd look like this.â
âlike what?â
âsoft.â
that made him go quiet.
when you finished, you tossed the cloth aside and crawled back toward him without hesitation. skin to skin. you pressed yourself against his side like it was instinct.
he stiffened for half a second. not because he didnât want you there, but because he wasnât used to it. not used to being held.
then his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies.
you rested your cheek against his chest.
he smelled like clean laundry and something warmer now. something entirely his.
âwas this okay?â you mumbled sleepily.
his arm tightened around you.
âyeah,â he said softly. âit was more than okay.â
your fingers started tracing idle patterns against his skin.
that was when you noticed it fully. the ink winding down his arm.
you lifted your head slightly, eyes scanning the dark lines and shaded details of his sleeve.
âi never thought youâd have tattoos like this,â you murmured.
he looked down at you, amused. âlike what?â
âlike this,â you repeated, dragging your fingertip slowly along the edge of one design. âi thought youâd have, like⊠a tiny minimalist one. something academic.â
he laughed, the sound vibrating under your ear.
âa tiny minimalist one?â
âmaybe a paintbrush,â you said seriously. âor something pretentious.â
he laughed harder at that.
âiâm not that bad.â
you hummed, tracing another section carefully. âitâs pretty.â
âpretty?â
âyeah.â your voice was soft, sincere. âi liked that it didnât match what people expected.â
he watched you with an expression that shifted from amused to something deeper.
âyou didnât seem surprised,â he said quietly.
âabout what?â
âthat i wasnât what people expected.â
you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him.
âiâd known that since the first day.â
his fingers slid into your hair absentmindedly.
âyou were full of surprises too,â he murmured.
you smiled sleepily. âlike what?â
âlike how brave you were.â
you flushed at that.
âi was terrified.â
âyou didnât look it.â
you tucked yourself closer into him, your leg sliding between his instinctively. he inhaled softly at the contact but didnât move away.
âi liked being close to you,â you admitted, barely above a whisper.
his hand stilled in your hair.
âi liked you being close,â he answered.
the room went quiet again, but it was different now.
comfortable.
your fingertip continued tracing the lines of his sleeve, slowly, carefully, memorizing. you followed each curve like you were studying something important.
he watched you the entire time.
like he still couldnât believe you were there.
like he was afraid if he closed his eyes, youâd disappear.
âdonât look at me like that,â you mumbled without opening your eyes.
âlike what?â
âlike iâm going to vanish.â
his breath caught.
you opened one eye and smiled faintly.
âi wasnât.â
his arm tightened around you again, pressing a soft kiss into your hair.
âgood,â he whispered.
and for the first time since the line had blurred, neither of you felt like you were falling.
you just lay there, skin to skin, quiet and tangled together, tracing ink and memorizing warmth, like you had all the time in the world.
authorâs note: this took forever to write bc i got super self indulgentđ i hope you enjoyed it, iâve had this idea for a while. thank you for reading<333
premise: the deal was simple. plan the wedding, invite the most important people in seoul, show up at the marriage hall, get married, bind the two family businesses together, and then go on that picture-perfect honeymoon to cap it all off. and of course, pretend that you're deeply, madly, happily in love with your husband.
notes: arranged marriage au, fem!reader, dom!sunghoon, rich!reader x rich!sunghoon, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), dry humping, choking, dirty talk, degradation, praise, creampie, public sex
a/n: this idea came to me in a dream. sunghoon is certified #wifeguy here lol
the penthouse is quiet, save for the clinking of utensils and the occasional clearing of sunghoonâs throat. every time he takes in a breath, you think that heâs finally going to say something to you. but itâs just him, sounding as if heâs trying to dislodge something from his airway.Â
after half an hour of this, you have half a mind to ask if he needs a cough drop.
âyouâre quiet today,â sunghoon observes, eyes momentarily flitting up from his phone.
âi could say the same for you,â you respond, spearing a piece of omelette with your fork.
sunghoon snickers, finally taking a good look at you. you stare back, raising your brows in question.
for the six months spent playing house and pretending that you two were a happy newlywed couple, youâre glad to report that it hasnât all been a soulless, unfruitful charade. after some time, you and sunghoon learned to live around each other, acquired the knowledge of what makes the other tick, and developed a sort of secret code between the two of you. you have the hours-long gala dinners to thank for that.Â
âthereâs something on your mind,â sunghoon states simply, locking his phone and sliding it away. you watch him as he does this, his fingers resting delicately on the polished wood of your dining table.
his button up is impeccable as always, ironed to perfection, and hugging his figure just right. you made sure to let your housekeeper know that sunghoon is very particular about his clothes.Â
your eyes follow the trail of his arm up to his firm shoulders, then down to his chest, before finally resting on your husbandâs handsome face. some strands of his meticulously styled hair hang over his forehead, giving him a slightly younger look than his outfit originally demands. but you know itâs on purpose. heâs only in his late twenties, after all.
yes, youâre not afraid to admit that you definitely couldnât have done any better than park sunghoon. he has everything. the face, the money, the notoriety. and now, he has an equally accomplished wife, too.
âmy mother called.â you reach over to take a sip of your coffee, watching as sunghoon tilts his head to the side.Â
âsheâs asking when our honeymoon will be,â you continue. no use in delaying the message.
sunghoon scoffs, leaning back against his chair. you tap your fingernails on the table, waiting for whatever your dear husband has to say.Â
a sorry excuse to put off what should have been a done deal months ago, you bet.
âwhen do you want to go?â sunghoon asks.Â
youâre surprised by this. the entire dealâthe entire marriageâcame with its own terms. plan the wedding, invite the most important people in seoul, show up at the marriage hall, get married, bind the two family businesses together, and then go on that picture-perfect honeymoon to cap it all off.
so far, youâve achieved all but one of these. no thanks to sunghoonâs persistent avoidance of the topic.
'itâs just a trip,â you had said, unable to understand why sunghoon kept delaying the final part of your parentsâ conditions. after the third time of asking, you simply let it go, putting the topic onto the back burner for now. you were busy with work, anyway. a staged honeymoon is hardly at the top of the list of things youâd happily expend your energy on.
âlet me guess, iâll give you a date, then youâll say youâre busy, then iâll suggest an alternate date, then youâll say youâre still busy, and then weâll go âround and âround until the topic just dies out,â you deadpan, crossing your arms in front of you.
sunghoon grins and damn him for it, because you canât help but smile back. you both know youâd rather be anywhere else than in this marriage. youâve cultivated a sort of truce over it. hesitant friends. comrades in matrimony. alas, even the rich and powerful have their problems.
âhow does next week sound?â sunghoon says smoothly, picking his phone back up. he taps on the screen for a while, peering back up at you when you fail to respond.
you gape at him, unsure if heâs being serious. you decide to humor him.
âthatâs a close call, but iâm sure i can turn over some of my work to my team.â you lean your elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm.
âdo you even know where i want to go?â you prod, looking at sunghoon expectantly.Â
he merely smirks, still typing on his phone. tap, tap, tap goes your fingernails as you wait.
sunghoon turns his phone towards you. the screen displays flight options to milan. you pause, peering closer at the words and dates.
with eyes narrowed, you turn to sunghoon.
âhowâd you know i wanted to go to milan?âÂ
sunghoon sighs, retracting his hand while he continues to peruse the ticketing site. âi see your instagram reposts, my love.â
you inwardly cringe at the term of endearment. itâs the one he uses in the presence of others, when reporters, colleagues, and your parents are around. he started using it in private as a joke, a mockery of the whole thing. my love. as if there was any love to begin with.Â
âwait, are you actually booking tickets? now?â you ask incredulously, leaning over the dining table in an attempt to see sunghoonâs screen. you realize itâs futile, given how absurdly large this three-thousand-odd-dollar piece of furniture is.
you stand, scurrying over to the other side of the table. sunghoon holds up a hand, warding you off. you ignore this, of course, invading his personal space.
âeasy,â sunghoon warns, but a laugh bubbles underneath. his palm presses against your hip, keeping you at bay.
you huff, barely registering the unwarranted physical contact. itâs not unusual for you and sunghoon to hold each other this way, or touch whenever necessary. but there are no cameras now, no curious eyes to judge whether your marriage is a happy one or not.Â
you swat his hand away, planting your hands on your hips.
âi thought you wanted to go on that honeymoon,â sunghoon points out, looking at you expectantly.
âi thought you didnât want to go on that honeymoon,â you counter.Â
sunghoonâs expression shifts into a look of suspicion mixed with disbelief. âwho said i didnât want to go?â
âyou!â
âi never said that.â
you splutter, trying to find the right words to say. âwhy have you delayed it for so long, then?â
âi said i was busy,â sunghoon reasons.
âfor six months?â
sunghoon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. he throws his hands up as if surrendering. âi thought maybe you wanted to wait a bit until we both were ready to take our first trip together.â
this gives you pause. but not for long.Â
âi wanted this whole thing to be done and over with, so we donât have this hanging over our heads,â you argue.Â
âokay, and i will give you that, if thatâs what you want,â sunghoon cuts in, pushing his chair back and standing. his voice isnât raised, just firmer than usual.Â
âyou donât have to scream and shout about it,â sunghoon adds, gentler this time, another sigh escaping his lips.Â
the air is still, silent for a few seconds as both of you recollect yourselves. you may have just come close to your first marital spat. you havenât cared enough over the past six months to actually fight over anything of importance.
âlook, what if i take you out for dinner tonight so we can talk about it?â sunghoon lays his hands on your shoulders, grounding you.Â
you let your body sag under the weight of his touch. for all his indifference towards you, he sure knows how to calm you down.Â
âdinner?â you ask suspiciously. âare you sure youâre not sick or something?â
sunghoonâs brows knit together. âno. why would i be sick?â
the look on his face is genuinely perplexed. you bite back the urge to cajole him even more.
ânothing. nevermind.â you wave him off dismissively, extracting yourself from his hold. you turn, gathering your things from where you deposited them on the kitchen island before breakfast.
âjust text me the details and iâll be there.â
âiâll pick you up after work,â sunghoon declares.Â
you turn to him, eyeing him hard. sunghoon looks back, his hands in his pockets, relaxed, as if he didnât need to clock into his job as regional director in approximately twenty minutes.
well, if youâre the regional director, clocking in on time is probably the least of your priorities.Â
âare you sure youâre feeling okay?â you begin, reaching over to lay a hand on his forehead. sunghoon catches your wrist before you can, though.
â_________.âÂ
sunghoonâs voice is stern as he says your name. he gives you a look.Â
âokay, fine,â you concede, withdrawing your hand. you forget just how warm sunghoon is.Â
âgood,â sunghoon responds, seemingly pleased. ânow hurry up, or youâll be late. unless you want me to drive you to work, too?â
âno, thank you,â you cut in quickly. âat least my driver doesnât pressure me into booking a trip to europe on a whim.â
sunghoon chuckles, following you as you exit the kitchen into the front hallway.Â
âhey, you wanted to go,â sunghoon reminds, watching as you slip your shoes on by the towering racks of both your and your husbandâs perfectly polished footwear.Â
âi know, i know,â you affirm exasperatedly. âwhat would i do without my generous husband?â
you say your last statement, turning to give sunghoon a mockingly sweet look. sunghoon blinks and freezes in place. he clears his throat a moment later, his hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck.
âtake care,â sunghoon mumbles, suddenly enamored with the flooring beneath his feet.
you give him a look, a perplexed one this time. you donât linger for long, though. sunghoonâs right about one thing at least, and thatâs you being late for work.
âthanks,â you respond rather simply. âbye.â
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âyou have what tonight?â
your secretary and assistant leans over the table, eyes wide as he tries to peer closer at your face.Â
you love sunoo, you really do, but he can be a bit of a gossip sometimes, and while most of your coworkers and colleagues kept to themselves, you know how the office grapevine works. one slip of a word and the whole truth about your marriage could be discovered.
âa dinner, sunoo,â you respond in a low whisper. âitâs not that strange to have dinner with my husband, is it?â
sunoo shoots you a look as if to say, âbe for realâ. he crosses his arms and assesses you.Â
âwhat changed?â sunoo asks.
âwhat do you mean, âwhat changedâ?â you clarify. the cafeteria is quiet at this time, most of the associates and lower-level employees finished with their lunch breaks.Â
being vice president for marketing has its perks sometimes.Â
âsunghoon has been more like âglorified arm candyâ than âhusbandâ to you,â sunoo points out. ânow he wants to take you out to dinner and whisk you away on a honeymoon? clearly something is happening here.â
ânothing is happening.â youâre quick to squash any notion of conspiracy in sunooâs voice. âthis is just something we have to do because our parents said so.â
âand what filial children you are,â sunoo taunts chirpily, taking a sip of his coffee.Â
âiâm withholding your next paycheck,â you grumble, brandishing your chopsticks towards him.
âiâll report you to HR,â sunoo counters, grinning.
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âyou have everything?â
sunghoon gives you a once-over as you slip into the front seat. he checks the back where your work bag and laptop were deposited just moments ago.
âyes, my love,â you sigh, pulling your seatbelt on. âi donât bring a suitcase to work, if thatâs what youâre wondering.â
sunghoonâs face breaks into a slow grin as he pulls away from the driveway of your office building.Â
âyou know, i could get used to you calling me that,â sunghoon muses, eyes on the road.Â
âwell, donât,â you intervene, laying your head back against your seat. a tired sigh escapes you.
the car is quiet for a few minutes, all conversation dying out in under a minute. this isnât out of the ordinary, though. much of your relationship with sunghoon is defined by the long stretches of silence. you understood your part, and he understood his. with none of your peers around, youâre free to be as indifferent to each other as you two wanted.Â
but something scratches at the back of your mind, a thought that has been slowly nibbling away at your consciousness since lunch today. a certain question, posed by someone outside, looking in.
what changed?
âso, uh, where are we going for dinner?â you ask, swallowing down the awkwardness. the two of you never made plans that werenât at least partly influenced by your jobs or duty towards your familiesâ businesses.Â
this is uncharted territory for you both.Â
a date. an actual date, you realize with startling clarity.
âle jardin,â sunghoon answers promptly, making a turn. you watch as he drives. you notice his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.Â
you like this look on him. sometimes, he comes home like this, with his suit jacket neatly folded as it hangs off one of his arms. you eye the watch on his wrist, a gift you got him for his birthday. you werenât actually sure what his tastes were at the time, but you had a feeling he would like the one you picked.
you realize itâs the only watch heâs been wearing since.
âwait,â you say, his words finally registering with you. âle jardin, as inââ
âyes, my love,â sunghoon interrupts gently. âwhere we had our reception.â
a blush settles on your face, totally unprompted. memories of your wedding day invade your consciousness; the sights, sounds, and smells of the day you became mrs. park suddenly resurface in your head.
âyou liked le jardin,â sunghoon prods, half-statement, half-question. âright?â
you nod, subtly pressing your palm to your heated cheek. âyeah. i liked their desserts.â
sunghoon hums. âi thought so. you seemed to really like the cheesecake.â
you turn to your husband, a brow raised. he has a reminiscent smile on his face, as if recalling your wedding day, too.
âyou noticed that?â you ask. sunghoon turns to you briefly, his grin widening.
âof course.â
those two words seem to strike a chord within you. of course. as if anything else was unthinkable. as if he always meant to notice things about you.Â
âoh,â is all you say.Â
no one speaks after that. you let your mind wander off, back to that day.Â
it seemed surreal, having to get married. and to a person you considered an acquaintance at best. it sounded crazy. it was crazy. but it had to be done, and while you didnât marry for love, per se, you repeated then what you continue to repeat to yourself now.
you could do so much worse.Â
the rest of the way to the restaurant is short, and before you know it, youâve arrived. after a quick parking, sunghoon kills the engine and immediately gets out, his stride relaxed as he makes his way to your side of the car.Â
âno valet this time?â you ask with a teasing smile as he opens the door for you.
âi wanted to open the door for my wife myself,â sunghoon says, shrugging.Â
you gape at him for what seems like the hundredth time today.Â
sunghoon ushers you out, a hand settling on the small of your back. this isnât new, either, as he does this a lot during official functions. but in the middle of a near-empty parking lot, it hardly seemed necessary.
still. itâs not all unwelcome.
youâre greeted by the restaurant entrance with the usual hospitality, the hostess recognizing you both. youâre led to a booth tucked away toward the back of the restaurant, semi-hidden from the rest of the establishment. sunghoon lets you sit first, watching carefully as one of the waiters pulls your chair back for you. he settles in his own seat a moment later, satisfied after knowing youâre comfortable.
âwine?â sunghoon asks, eyeing the beverage menu.
âwhatever you want,â you mumble distractedly. instead, you peruse the mains.Â
a beat of silence. thenâ
âdecoy, pinot noir,â sunghoon informs the waiter, handing the drinks menu back. the waiter nods before walking away.
you glance at sunghoon, mildly surprised. he catches your eye, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips.
âi know itâs your favorite,â sunghoon says matter-of-factly.
you inhale, snapping the menu closed. sunghoon seems surprised at the movement, eyes blinking and expression turning serious.Â
âokay, whatâs going on?â you interrogate, leaning closer over the table.Â
âfirst, you offer to take me on a whirlwind honeymoon to europe. second, youâre suddenly picking me up at work. third, youâre sprouting facts about me that you shouldnât even know about.â
with every word you let out, sunghoonâs face shifts between mild confusion and amusement. itâs irritating. even when he frowns, heâs still so goddamn handsome.
sunghoon lets you finish before locking his fingers loosely together, resting his forearms on the table. he mirrors your posture, inclining his head towards you.Â
âfirst, itâs hardly a whirlwind honeymoon when weâve waited six months to go. second, i have a car. i can drive. youâre my wife. i can pick you up if i need to,â sunghoon answers, voice careful and steady as he counters your statements.Â
âand third,â sunghoon continues, reaching across the table, his fingers brushing your left hand.Â
the hand where two rings sit pretty on your finger: the first, a simple band with a singular shining diamond that catches the dim lighting of the restaurant. the second, a diamond-studded ring that has your wedding date engraved on the inside.Â
sunghoon eases your fingers into his hand, his thumb brushing the precious stones.Â
âi should know things about my wife, donât you think?â
you freeze under sunghoonâs touch. thereâs an unfamiliar twisting in your gut.Â
youâve touched sunghoon countless times before, and he has done the same to you. but it was all for show. there has always been a purpose to the careful brush of his palm against your body. how dare he take liberties with you like this?Â
and how dare you admit that youâre starting to like it?
âdo you like me, sunghoon?â you ask abruptly, tightening your own hold on his hand.Â
a perfectly shaped brow rises on sunghoonâs forehead.Â
âof course. youâre my wiââ
âthatâs not what i meant,â you interrupt.Â
âoutside of this arrangement,â you clarify. âdo you like me?â
sunghoon smiles, slipping his fingers between yours. to anyone looking, it would look just like a romantic dinner between a perfectly normal couple.Â
and it is. somewhat.Â
but you never knew sunghoon to be romantic. meticulous, yes. thatâs why he makes an effort to coordinate his outfit with yours when the two of you are seen in public. attentive, sure. thatâs why he swapped out the living room rug for a fluffier one when you complained once about how scratchy the old one was. thoughtful, even. thatâs why he orders you your favorite wine. he remembers your favorite wine.
âyouâre kind. funny at times,â sunghoon begins. his voice drops lower, eyes trailing down your face.Â
for a secondâa seemingly long, amplified secondâhis eyes dart down to your chest. your work blouse is undone down to the second button. itâs not scandalous, but itâs relaxed enough.Â
âand youâre easy on the eyes,â sunghoon concludes, his prominent fangs flashing as he grins. âwhatâs there not to like?â
you scoff, pulling your hand away. your palms are starting to sweat now. why that is, youâre not so sure.Â
âso, milan.â you steer the conversation elsewhere, desperate to get out of whatever weird limbo youâve managed to find yourself in with sunghoon.
âwhatâs in the itinerary?â
sunghoon beams, leaning back. you canât help it. his smile is infectious, and somehow, despite your denial, youâre actually a little excited about this trip. you feel yourself smiling back.
âitâs a surprise,â sunghoon says.
âsunghoon,â you deadpan, giving him a look.
â________,â he mimics, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
thereâs a brief standoff between the two of you, eyes staring into each other. you tilt your chin up, as if challenging your husband, and eventually, sunghoon sighs, shaking his head. thereâs somewhat of a fond upward tilt on his lips.
âweâre flying out on monday, lunch time. itâs a thirteen-hour flight, nonstop. weâre staying for ten days, so pack accordingly,â sunghoon explains.Â
âand?â you prod.
âwhat part of surprise do you not understand?â sunghoon asks, rolling his eyes, but there isnât any real annoyance in his tone.Â
you find it quite enjoyable, teasing him like this.Â
your wine arrives, and all conversation is cut short as the sommelier starts his spiel. you smile politely, gushing about the pinot noir when necessary.
in the corner of your eye, you can see sunghoon.Â
just watching.Â
watching you.
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âeasy,â sunghoon chuckles, an arm wrapping around your waist. the two of you descend the front steps of the restaurant, your gait much sloppier than his.
youâve had too much wine. thereâs no other way around it.Â
you indulged yourself, enjoying the hints of strawberries and cherries in the liquor, and before you knew it, you had three glasses all polished off.Â
sunghoon guides you down the last steps, grumbling about how he should have just called for the valet. his hand tightens at your hip.
âi told you,â you giggle, clutching at the back of sunghoonâs dress shirt.Â
âyes, my love. you were right,â sunghoon agrees, planting a kiss on the top of your head. a passing member of the restaurantâs security nods and smiles politely at you both.Â
you probably look like every other flirty, unruly rich couple that dined at this restaurant.Â
âdonât do that,â you complain, nuzzling your face closer to sunghoonâs chest.Â
âdo what?â
âbe sweet to me.â
sunghoon falls silent after this, his stride still steady as you get closer and closer to his car. in your wine-drunk haze, you start to think you might have said something wrong. you tilt your head up, peering at sunghoonâs chiseled face.
he looks back at you and itâs almost instant. the softening of his eyes.
âdo you want me to stop?â sunghoon asks, halting the two of you. you stumble a bit, but his arm keeps you upright.Â
âwhat?â you ask. fuck, iâm really sleepy. what did i say? was sunghoon saying something?
sunghoon gives you a look, then sighs. he shakes his head, resuming his careful steps towards where his car awaits. you follow along, relishing the warmth that sunghoon gives off.Â
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âiâve truly seen it all.â
sunoo is looking at you with pure, unbridled amusement as you shuffle around your office, trying to organize the space. he leans against the doorframe, laughing when you drop your pen yet again.
thereâs a pounding, skull-crushing headache weighing heavily behind your eyes, and all the lights (save for your desk lamp) are turned off. you think, rather regretfully, that you really shouldnât have let sunghoon buy you that bottle of wine last night.
âyou know, instead of treating me as your personal comedy show, you could, i donât know, assist?â you glare at your supposed assistant.
sunoo gives another delighted giggle before stepping into your office. he picks your pen up, places it on your desk, then dutifully maneuvers you towards your seat. you let him, too tired and too hungover to protest or argue.
âwhat happened to never drinking on weeknights?â sunoo admonishes mildly. he sets a stapled stack of papers on your desk.Â
âanyway, hereâs the printed campaign rationale, with the advertising review board permit in the appendix,â sunoo details. âsoft copy is in your email. if youâre well enough to turn your computer on.â
âthanks, sunoo,â you murmur, pressing hard against your temples.
âwhat kind of sweet talking did your dear husband do for you to drink this much?â sunoo questions.Â
sunoo was one of the first people to know of this arrangement with sunghoon, nearly a year ago now. for a coworker, you trusted sunoo a whole lot. he was there at your wedding, and he was there when youâd complain in the weeks after, agonizing over why sunghoon was so cold to you.Â
if anyone deserves to know about the new developments in this twisted marital story, itâs sunoo.Â
but admitting it to another person would mean youâve admitted it to yourself.Â
admitted what?
even that, youâre too afraid to name.
you chuckle. âhe did no such thing, mother.â
sunoo playfully smacks your arm before turning on his heel with a huff.
âiâll get you some meds. drink water in the meantime, lover girl.â
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the penthouse is quiet as usual when you unlock the door, the faint smell of lemon disinfectant the only indicator that the housekeeper was here today. you toe off your shoes, your entire body begging for some rest and reprieve.
you hear faint footsteps coming from somewhere further in the house. you expect it to be seolmi, the kind, round-faced lady who cleans your house every other day. but to your surprise, the figure that approaches you now is tall, hulking, with a sure stride.
âsunghoon,â you mutter weakly, surprise evident in your tone.Â
âhey,â he greets, stopping just short of getting within armâs distance of you.
âsorry i couldnât pick you up after work,â sunghoon apologizes, rubbing the back of his neck. âi was out at a client meeting. figured iâd just go straight home and wait for you.â
you shake your head, heading past him towards the living room. âitâs fine. you donât have to pick me up after work all the time.â
itâs only at this moment that another smell hits you. kimchi stew. even fainter, the aroma of freshly fried twigim.Â
you turn and see a bunch of delivery tupperware laid out on the kitchen island. all opened, with plates dutifully set up for two. you return your gaze to sunghoon, your eyes narrowing in question.Â
âfor your hangover,â sunghoon says, gesturing to the food. âi was worried about yââ
sunghooon pauses briefly.Â
âi was worried about whether you were eating enough today.â
for all the stomach-churning queasiness you had to endure today, you realize, as you approach the spread of steaming food, that it might have been worth it, after all.Â
you could do so much worse.
you turn fully to your husband, taking slow, measured steps towards him. he stiffens, a minuscule tensing of his frame as you approach.Â
reaching up, you rest your hand on sunghoonâs shoulder. he automatically bends down to match your height, perhaps anticipating a few words from you.Â
you lean up and kiss his cheek.
âthank you,â you say. and you mean it. genuinely, gratefully.Â
sunghoon stares at you for a few seconds before his dimples poke out in a bashful smile.Â
âof course,â he responds, squaring his shoulders. you notice his attire.
plain black shirt. grey sweatpants. your eyes betray you as they trail down lower, towards an unmistakable outline in his bottoms.Â
you quickly divert your eyes.
âiâll start packing later,â you say offhandedly, walking back towards the kitchen. you slide onto one of the barstools surrounding the kitchen island.
sunghoon joins you a moment later, seating himself across from you. he picks his chopsticks up, plopping a piece of kimbap onto your plate.Â
âjust rest. you can pack tomorrow. itâs a saturday, anyway,â sunghoon suggests, taking the prepared bowl in front of you and filling it with soup.
âiâll help you, if you want,â he adds.
you watch silently as sunghoon continues to serve you food.Â
âi thought you had another meeting tomorrow?â you ask. âyouâve been complaining all week about it.â
sunghoon meets your eyes, a smirk settling on his lips.Â
âyouâve been listening?â sunghoon questions teasingly.
you roll your eyes. âitâs kind of hard not to. not when youâre that loud.â
this elicits a laugh from sunghoon. you snicker along, taking a bite out of your kimbap.Â
âiâll tell them i canât make it,â sunghoon declares.Â
âi have to take care of my wife.â
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the airport hums with the restrained energy of thousands of people running on less-than-ideal hours of sleep. the crowd is a little more manageable today, seeing as itâs off-season, but there is still the bustle of airport activity, a collective rushing of individuals trying to get to some place or another.
you and sunghoon make your way leisurely to one of the lounges, your boarding time still two hours away. he offered to take your carry-on bag for you, and you readily agreed. anything to put your strong husband to good use.Â
âafter you,â sunghoon says, pushing the lounge door open with one hand while the other holds on to both your carry-ons.Â
you walk through, and instantly, the drone of voices from the airport is muffled as the door swings closed. sunghoon checks you both in, and before you know it, the two of you are seated in a corner, piping hot cups of coffee in front of you.
âdo you want anything?â sunghoon asks, already eyeing the buffet.Â
âjust some pancakes if they have them,â you answer, leaning back against the plush chair. you dread the long flight ahead of you, so every moment spent sitting is time well spent.Â
âwith chocolate syrup instead of maple?â sunghoon clarifies, getting up from his seat.
you look up at him, your face suddenly warm. â...yes. howâd you know?â
sunghoon shrugs nonchalantly, his hand reaching out to briefly grasp yours. you let him, the heat in your face creeping downward to your neck.
âiâll be right back,â he says, gently prying his fingers away from you.Â
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the flight is as comfortable as it can get, with sunghoon insisting you fly first-class. you argued that business was more than enough, but sunghoon reiterated, rather exasperatedly, that this is your honeymoon. heâs pulling out all the stops, apparently.Â
his words, not yours.
itâs hour six out of thirteen, and you feel as if youâve watched everything there is to watch on the airplane entertainment catalogue. itâs around 6 PM, seoul time, but your dear husband is knocked out in the cubby next to you. you straighten your seat, peeking over the divider.Â
you give a small huff, not really sure what to do at this point. you could try sleeping, but dinner could be served soon. you could continue watching whatever movie is next on the screen in front of you.Â
somehow, your gaze drifts back towards sunghoon.
heâs wearing an eyemask, but you can see the slight pout on his lips. you catch yourself smiling, leaning against the divider to get a better look. sunghoon has the airline-provided blanket draped over his lap, the sleeves of his sweater rolled up to his elbows. heâs wearing headphones, the expensive, noise-cancelling model you got him as a personal wedding gift. once again, you had no direction when it came to picking the gift out. you just had a feeling heâd like it.Â
so many other people needed him at all times of the day. he deserved some quiet, too.
you admire the rings on your finger next. memories of the âproposalâ play like a movie in your mind.
your parents and the two of you were finally all in agreement on the arrangement, and sunghoon had invited you out to lunch to make it official. it was at another restaurant, an upscale japanese bar close to your office. the two of you had a private room to yourselves, perfect for getting to know your spouse-to-be.
after the two of you placed your orders, sunghoon produced the ring box from his pocket.Â
âi picked it out myself,â he said. he opened the box, and there lay the simple yet elegant ring you wear now.
sunghoon cleared his throat, and you caught sight of the slight tremor in his hand as he asked for yours. you placed it in his warm grasp, and with surprising smoothness, he slipped on the engagement ring.
âyour mother said you prefer emerald cuts,â sunghoon continued. âif you want a different ring, just let me know.â
you told sunghoon it was perfect. a little boring, yes, but it suits you, at least. itâs classic, almost to the point of basicness.Â
but you deem it fitting. you and sunghoon started on a blank canvas. plain and basic. and now, adorned in the little ornaments of thoughtfulness and gifts borne of noticing, that canvas seems to be filling up nicely.
sughoon shifts, and the dim cabin lights catch on the watch on his wrist.Â
he has his watch and you have your ring.
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âlet me carry that for you.â
sunghoon reaches his hand out to you, making you both stop. you had just come from baggage claim and are now slowly making your way through the arrival halls. a number of shops glitter in your periphery and people mill about, rushing to catch their airport transfers or running into the arms of a waiting loved one.Â
âyouâre pulling two pieces of luggage with your own carry-on. i can manage to bring my own bag for a bit,â you reassure, giving sunghoon a look.Â
âthe extra luggage is empty, itâs fine,â sunghoon insists, reaching for your shoulder.Â
âsunghoon.â
he freezes at the use of his name, an eyebrow cocking.Â
âi said iâm fine,â you reiterate. you slip your hand in his, tugging him forward.Â
you start walking again, pushing your luggage along. you glance back over your shoulder as sunghoon pauses to adjust both luggage handles in one hand. you shoot your husband a look of feigned impatience.Â
âyou wonât let me carry your bag on account of the stuff i have to bring, but you want me to hold your hand?â sunghoon scoffs in disbelief. nevertheless, he manages to wrangle both his full case and the other extra in his one hand so the other can wrap around yours.
âi donât wanna lose my husband in this crowd,â you say matter-of-factly. as if to prove your point, a gaggle of chatty old ladies brushes up close to you.
âand i wanna see if i can score a bag in one of these stores,â you add, scanning the shops around you.Â
âyou want something?â sunghoon asks, suddenly interested. you turn to see him observing you with rapt curiosity.Â
âi was thinking of getting a bag,â you explain.
âokay,â sunghoon says. now heâs pulling you along. âwhat brand?âÂ
âuhâŠanother birkin? iâm not actually sure,â you respond.
âsure, iâll get you another birkin,â sunghoon agrees almost instantly.
you pull hard on his hand. sunghoon skids to a stop, looking back at you, confused. âwhat?â
âyouâre gonna buy it for me?â you clarify.
sunghoon shrugs. âi thought you wanted me to. besides, iâve bought more expensive things for you. that ring is one.â
he gestures to the hand heâs holding. you make a sound of disbelief.
âi was kidding. and itâs not about the price,â you elaborate. âitâs justâi meanâ
you sigh. âwhatâs gotten into you?â
sunghoon looks at you, fully perplexed now. he drops your hand and with it, your heart sinks.Â
âwhat do you mean?â sunghoon presses.
âweâre in milan. this was your idea,â you begin.
âi didnât force you to come.â sunghoonâs voice has grown quiet now. he steps closer, a hardened expression on his face.
âi know you didnât,â you counter. frustration starts to bubble up in you.
âbut, booking first-class seats? calling off a whole meeting so you could help me choose which pajamas to bring? offering to buy me a designer bag? whatâs going on?â your voice is frantic, teetering on defensiveness.Â
youâre confused. unprepared for all the attention, all the care. you suppose sunghoon has always been caring, even from the start. but that was from a distance. now he readily holds your hand and follows your every whim. one cannot be faulted for thinking that there may be a motive to all this.
âoh, wow. i put my wifeâs comfort and wants first before my own. what a crime. arrest me then,â sunghoon drawls sarcastically.Â
youâre taken aback, not having heard this tone from sunghoon before. he sighs, bowing his head, as if realizing what he just said.Â
âis it so badâŠâ sunghoon starts. â...to want an actual companion?â
he raises his eyes just for a moment.Â
âam i not allowed to want an actual partner, an actual wife?â
youâre stunned into silence. around you, people continue on with their lives, unaware that there is a revelation unfolding just before them.
âifâŠif showering you with affection is the only way to do that, the only way to get you to look my way, i will do it. i am doing it.â
your throat constricts and your ears start ringing. this isnât what you expected from sunghoon at all. since when? since when did he want a wife? since when did he look at you that way?
âiâm sorry,â is all you can manage. shame fills your chest.Â
âletâs just get you that bag, then we can go,â sunghoon concludes, sighing. he takes your hand again, but his eyes refuse to meet yours.
you open your mouth to protest, but you think better of it.
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an hermĂšs bag and a tense van ride later, you finally find yourself walking through the door of the suite you will call home for the next ten days.Â
itâs a two-bedroom, complete with a kitchen area and living space. the hotel staff wheels your things in, prattling off about the readily available amenities. you send him off with a thanks and some bills.Â
sunghoon has been mostly silent over the last hour. he shrugs off his jacket, folding it neatly before hanging it on the back of one of the dining table chairs. heâs still avoiding direct eye contact.
âsunghoon,â you call out.Â
he pauses, already halfway to retreating to one of the rooms. he finally, finally turns to you.Â
âiâm sorry.âÂ
it seems like both the worst and most appropriate thing to say at the moment. because what do you say? is there a handbook out there on how to apologize to your arranged marriage husband? a guide on how to not run away from the first signs of genuine affection?
âyouâve beenâŠnothing but thoughtful, even from the beginning,â you say, fiddling with your fingers.Â
âiâm just a bit overwhelmed, thatâs all.â
there are a few seconds wherein you and sunghoon just look at each other, unsure of what comes next.Â
âif you wantedâŠwhatever it is you wanted, you should have just told me,â you hurriedly add, dropping your own eyes to the floor.
you listen as sunghoon takes a long breath in.Â
âi wanted to give you space,â he says. âto open up on your own. or to come to me first.â
âstill,â you argue lightly. âitâs better than leaving me in the dark.â
âokay,â sunghoon concedes quickly.Â
âiâm sorry, too.â
you look back up, and sunghoon is already peering at your forlorn face.Â
âwe donât have to do anything together,â sunghoon continues, gesturing around vaguely. âyou can explore the city alone, if you want.â
you scoff. âthatâs not what i meant.â
sunghoon looks confused.
âof course, i want to see the city with you,â you clarify.
sunghoon is seemingly caught off guard by this. for a few tense moments, he doesnât say a word.Â
âalright,â he says a little dazedly. âgood. because we have dinner reservations tonight.â
your face breaks out into a grin. you canât help it. always so romantic.
âgood,â you parrot back. âbecause i studied french in school, not italian. iâm for sure going to get lost if i go around alone.â
sunghoon finally mirrors your expression, his shoulders relaxing. the two of you awkwardly stand there, smiling at nothing for a few seconds, just basking in the temporary truce.Â
âitâs in two hours,â sunghoon informs. âiâm gonna go shower first.â
âoh, me too,â you say.Â
sunghoon blinks. âthereâs only one bathroom.â
you blink back. âoh. um, you can go first.â
sunghoon gives you a look, as if to say, âyou should know betterâ.
âyou go ahead,â he says, stepping forward.
time seems to pause. his hand lays gently on your arm. his lips brush the top of your head.Â
âiâll wait.â
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you fiddle with the straps of your dress, twisting this way and that way, trying to figure out if this is the right one to wear out.Â
you took your time with your shower, scrubbing off all the evidence and essence of your long-haul flight. you painstakingly did your makeup, even going as far as to pluck the stray eyebrows growing. you never do that. you always had your trusty eyebrow lady to do it for you.
but for some reason, youâre compelled to try tonight.Â
for what, you donât know.
you sigh, yanking your bedroom door open. you peer down the short hallway to see sunghoon already done up and ready, waiting by the kitchen area. he sees you peeking out and immediately perks up. his hand subconsciously comes up to smooth his hair down.Â
(it looks perfect to you.)
âhey,â you call out, taking a few steps down the hall.
âcan you zip me up?â
you turn to show sunghoon the half-done zipper of your dress, the expanse of your upper back still exposed. sunghoonâs footsteps seem to echo louder as he takes short, measured strides towards you.Â
âi like this dress,â sunghoon mumbles, his palm coming down to your hip, steadying you.
âthank you,â you respond, trying not to let your voice waver as you feel his warmth even through the fabric of your clothes.
his other hand reaches for the zipper, his knuckles brushing against the skin of your back. you startle, having always been mildly ticklish in that area.Â
âsorry,â sunghoon whispers. he carefully tugs the zipper up, his other hand sliding along your spine as more of your dress closes.
finally, he finishes. but his hands remain on you.Â
your heart is pounding in your chest. youâre convinced he can hear it slam against your ribcage over and over.Â
you feel your knees weaken when a warm breath brushes your neck. sunghoon moves closer.
and thenâ
a kiss. featherlight. a brush of lips against the space just below your nape.Â
you feel sunghoon tighten his hold on your hip. your head moves to drop back, eyes half lidded.
RING! RING! RING!
you jolt back to clarity, whipping around to look at sunghoon. thereâs a pinch in between his brows as he fishes his phone out of his pocket.Â
âhi, eomma.â
sunghoon shoots you a sheepish look.Â
âyes, we landed already. yes, sheâs here,â sunghoon faces his phone towards you. he mouths, âsay hiâ.
âhello, eomeonim!â you greet. you reach for sunghoonâs phone, but he returns it to his ear before you can take it.
âsee? sheâs fine, weâre fine. eomma, we have a dinner reservation soon, and we really need to rush,â sunghoon rambles on in record speed. âalso, itâs past midnight there; you need to sleep.â
sunghoon stays on the call for about a minute more, in an attempt, you presume, to shoo away his mother. finally, he hangs up after an overenthusiastic goodbye.Â
the two of you lock eyes, once again finding yourselves in that strange limbo.
âwell,â you begin. âyou just reminded me that i need to text my mom.â
âiâll go grab my purse and we can go,â you add, turning back towards your room.
âtake your time, my love,â sunghoon calls out.Â
you think you can hear the hint of a smile in his voice.
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âare you up for lake como tomorrow?â
you pause mid-bite, eyes snapping up to sunghoon. he sits across from you, the candlelight bathing his features with a warm yellow glow. the breeze blows just right and you tilt your face a little towards the direction from which the wind came.
âseriously?â you ask.Â
sunghoon nods. âyep. i booked a van rental service through the hotel. itâs about a two-hour drive.â
you raise an eyebrow. âwe can just take the train.â
âhave you ever ridden a train before?â sunghoon counters without missing a beat.
you splutter indignantly. âof course, i have! i didnât have a driver throughout uni, if thatâs what youâre implying.â
sunghoon snickers, taking a bite of his pappardelle.Â
âitâs true,â you continue. âjust because iâm more comfortable than the average person doesnât mean iâm automatically spoiled.â
âokay, okay, i believe you,â sunghoon says with a laugh. âweâll take the train, then.â
you narrow your eyes. âhave you taken the train before?â
âyes, my love, i have,â sunghoon confirms, a teasing lilt to his voice. âcontrary to your beliefs, i have friends, and not all of them live in hannam-dong.âÂ
you burst out in giggles and sunghoon canât help but join in.Â
âdonât overpack,â you remind, pointing your fork towards him.Â
âspeak for yourself,â sunghoon retaliates.Â
âwow,â you say exaggeratedly. âwho suggested we bring an extra suitcase for when we go shopping?â
sunghoon just shakes his head, amusement on his face. âi know your shopping habits, ________.â
you raise an eyebrow. âoh yeah? what else do you know about me?â
sunghoon meets your eyes. he smirks, as if challenging you.
he reaches forward, his hand open, palm up. you reluctantly place your hand against his, his thumb automatically brushing over your knuckles.Â
âisnât us being here enough to prove that i know a lot about you?â
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the suiteâs cool air hits your face as you step across the threshold. you sigh in relief, shoulders sagging in relaxation.
âwho knew dinner could be so tiring?â you mumble, making a beeline for the couch. you plop down ungracefully, eyes slipping closed.Â
âthatâs the wine talking,â sunghoon informs. you feel the couch sag under his weight as he sits right beside you.Â
âthatâs the second time iâve seen you demolish a whole bottle of red.â
you chuckle, not necessarily disagreeing.
you crack your eyes open just a bit, looking over to see that your husband has a similar posture. eyes closed, hands linked on his stomach, reclined and relaxed.
âi donât know,â you mumble, subtly inching closer. itâs suddenly so cold and sunghoon is a human heater.
âfor some reason, i feel like i can just let loose with you.â
it takes a moment for your brain to catch up to what you just said. sunghoon shifts beside you. you force yourself to look at him.
his perfectly styled hair is windblown, with stray pieces hanging over his forehead. youâre shoulder to shoulder, arms pressed together.Â
âyeah?â sunghoon asks, voice low. his eyes flit down momentarily.
you nod.Â
you move to say something more but sunghoon raises a hand, his pointer finger hooking through one of the straps of your dress. it had come loose, falling down your arm. he tugs on it, trying to deposit it back onto your shoulder.Â
âleave it,â you say.Â
sunghoon pauses, eyes focusing back on yours. he unhooks his finger, then pauses.Â
his hand moves towards the back of your head instead.Â
you sigh softly as you feel sunghoon give a firm pull, your hair spilling loose, your scrunchie dropped and forgotten. it was getting a little tight, anyway.
âi like it when you wear your hair down,â sunghoon whispers.Â
he dips his head, then pauses. a few moments pass where neither of you moves. your eyes burn holes on the top of sunghoonâs head, and his nose is so close to brushing against your skin.
finally, he presses his lips to your shoulder. you flinch, more from surprise than from anything else.
sunghoon pulls back tentatively, eyes filled with caution.
âiâm sorry,â he says.
you shake your head. âdonât be.â
sunghoon exhales. he straightens, pulls away even more. you hear yourself squeak out a sound of protest.
âsorry,â you say, clearing your throat. âi justâŠyouââ
sunghoon waits, face frustratingly void of any indicating expression. all while your emotions are churning up a storm inside you.
your body is warm, anticipating. the ghost of sunghoonâs lips lingers, spreading, taking over all your faculties.Â
at this moment, you want nothing more than for him to touch you again.Â
âtouch me,â you implore boldly. âplease.â
âyou can touch me,â you add even further, as if it isnât clear enough what you want.Â
this is when sunghoonâs eyes cloud over, lips parting as he takes in your state. flushed from the cheeks down to your neck. your dress in disarray. your hair untamed, spilling over your shoulders.
âdonât make me ask again,â you challenge. you reach forward, flattening your palm against his chest.Â
in a flash, you feel sunghoon press his lips to yours. your entire body melts against his, any previous doubt about the whole thing, about your marriage, dissipating in a clash of teeth and ragged breath.Â
this is as real as it gets.Â
sunghoon pulls away and you protest, but you see in his eyes that it pains him just as much.Â
âbedroom,â he says gruffly, pushing off the couch and pulling you along with him.Â
you capture his mouth once more, fingers tangling in his hair as the two of you stumble through the suite. you donât even know which bedroom youâre going to. damn him and all this pragmatic, propriety bullshit.Â
âyou should have just gotten a single room suite,â you mumble against sunghoonâs lips.
his back hits one of the closed doors, and you take this opportunity to tug him down by the hair, kissing him even harder. sunghoon moans, hand fumbling for the doorknob. he gets the door open, almost tripping backward and taking you with him in his haste.
he extracts himself from you, both his hands clamping down on your arms. he manhandles you towards the bed; the hours he spends in your condominium buildingâs gym are evident in the way he practically throws you onto the plush surface.
âplay nice,â sunghoon warns, getting on the bed with you, his knees braced on either side of your hips.Â
thereâs a steeliness in his eyes that youâve never seen before. his pupils are blown wide, and his tongue darts out to wet his already swollen lips.
âi hope youâre not forgetting your manners, my love,â sunghoon coos, his hands splaying over your stomach, traveling up, up, up to your chest. he cups your tits against his palms, squeezing experimentally over the material of your dress.
you whine, hips bucking up involuntarily. your thigh brushes against the faint outline in sunghoonâs slacks, eliciting a groan from him.
âsay thank you,â sunghoon instructs, stepping off the bed. he grabs your hips and flips you onto your stomach.Â
your yelp is cut short as you feel him press your body down onto the bed. he undoes the zipper of your dress. slowly. agonizingly so.
âiâve done all of this for you, but youâre still complaining?â sunghoon admonishes.
you quiver beneath his touch. the sharp tone in his voice, the stoic control he has over the situation, it all shoots straight into your needy cunt.Â
youâve never wanted to be at anyoneâs mercy as much as you do now.Â
ânot complaining,â you protest weakly. sunghoon answers by shoving you even harder against the mattress.Â
âthen youâll have no problem thanking me,â sunghoon counters, leaning down right next to your ear.
âbe a good, grateful girl, and iâll give you what you want.â
you take in a shaky breath.Â
âth-thank you. thank you for everything, sunghoon.â
he hums, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. âthatâs more like it.â
sunghoon rips your zipper all the way down before he returns you on your back. youâre exposed from the chest up, having foregone a bra, the bodice of your dress halfway down your midsection. you prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch your husband unbutton his shirt.Â
the hum of the air conditioner is the only sound in the room, followed by the clink of sunghoonâs belt hitting the floor. his pants are discarded soon after, and you can see, clear as day, the tent in his boxers.Â
âoff this goes,â sunghoon mutters, tugging your dress down by the hem. you pull your arms out of the straps, wriggling out of it, before throwing it unceremoniously to the side.Â
sunghoon rejoins you on the bed, caging you against it. he kisses you harshly, his strong arms holding him up over you. you respond eagerly, running your hands all over every plane of exposed skin on sunghoon. his chest, his toned stomach, his biceps, down to the converging lines on his pelvis, just before his waistband.
a sudden surge of vertigo overtakes you. you realize sunghoon has lain himself flat on the bed, hauling you onto his lap in the process. youâre seated directly on top of his growing erection, his and your underwear the only barriers between your sexes.Â
he rests his hands on your hips, and you instinctively grind forward.
you both moan in unison, the friction sending a wave of pleasure up your body. sunghoonâs clothed cock presses deliciously against your core, a faint wet patch already blooming over your panties.Â
âshow me how thankful you are, baby,â sunghoon commands. a pathetic whimper escapes you.Â
âyeah?â sunghoon grins lazily. âlike it when i call you âbabyâ?â
you nod, all semblance of shame falling away.Â
âyes,â you pant. âi love it so much.â
sunghoon chuckles, guiding your hips forward and back. he bucks up in time to your rhythm, hissing through his teeth.Â
âi havenât even done anything and youâre already this worked up,â he remarks.Â
âwho knew my wife was such a slut?â
a high-pitched mewl erupts in your throat, your hips speeding up over his. you shouldnât be this turned on over sunghoon degrading you like this. but, you are. thereâs no other way around it.Â
âoh, fuck, babyâyeah, just like that,â sunghoon goads, his own pelvis rocking up to meet yours.Â
the springs in the mattress groan underneath the intensity of your movements, your thighs sore from the tension of clamping them around sunghoon. you can feel a coil tighten in your abdomen.Â
you continue to rut against your husband, a near-animalistic instinct kicking in within you. you want this so bad. you want him so bad. you want to ruin yourself over sunghoonâs dick.
the knot pulls taut in your stomach. almost there, please, just a little bit moreâ
you gasp as the pleasure is ripped away from you. sunghoon stills your hips, pushing you off him.Â
âno! please, no,â you protest, tears filling your eyes.
âon all fours,â sunghoon barks out.Â
with shaky limbs, you maneuver yourself on your hands and knees. sunghoon yanks your underwear down and you feel a hardness press against your leaking hole.Â
âwant you to cum on this cock,â sunghoon says through gritted teeth.Â
a sob rips out of you when sunghoon fully sheathes himself in, bottoming out in one swift motion. he doesnât even give you time to adjust before heâs pounding into you, his hands clamped around your waist.
âoh, yeah,â sunghoon grunts. âyouâre taking me so well. knew this pussy was made for me.â
your voice is reduced to syncopated squeaks as sunghoon drills himself into you. over and over and over, the head of his cock hits deep within you. your clit twitches and you reach down to pleasure yourself.
the combination of sunghoonâs relentless movements and your fingers making quick work on your clit has you hurtling towards your release once more. your one free arm gives out, so now youâre planted face-first on the bed, your body completely in sunghoonâs control.
âshit, your pussy feels so good,â sunghoon babbles, hips speeding up even more.Â
âgonna cum in this cunt. canât believe youâve been hiding this from me for six months,â sunghoon says, pressing his chest to your back. he reaches around you, his hand clamping down firmly on your neck.Â
he puts the slightest bit of pressure and your eyes roll into the back of your head.
âs-sunghoon,â you choke out, your mouth agape with how good it feels. youâve abandoned any effort in rubbing yourself, opting to clutch at the sheets instead.
âyes, my love? feel good?â sunghoon teases. you arch up into him as you feel him plunge himself deep in you, grinding shallowly.Â
âiâm close,â he warns, picking up the pace once more. but his movements have turned frantic, hips stuttering as you clench down on him.
âplease,â you croak. âgive it to me. need you to fill me up. fill your wife up, hoonie, please.â
sunghoon grunts loudly in your ear at the mention of his nickname, one you havenât used on him yet. he mentioned to you once that it was a childhood term of endearment. one that only his loved ones are allowed to utter.
in the throes of pleasure, your body bucking up against sunghoonâs, you wonder if youâve finally made the cut.
sunghoonâs entire body is rocking into you with an intensity that has you scared for the bedâs integrity. tears flow freely down your face now, your makeup smudged a hundred different ways. your moans are all but uncontrollable at this point. sunghoon moves his hand away from your neck, smothering it against your mouth instead.
a particularly hard thrust brushes that one spot inside you just right, and that is the moment when your whole world unravels.Â
your body stills, muscles twitching, your scream muffled against sunghoonâs palm. your orgasm comes in wave after wave, rendering you momentarily blind and deaf to the world around you. you barely register sunghoonâs groans, his hips stilling as he buries and releases himself in you.Â
it takes a moment for the ringing in your ears to dissipate. when it does, youâre made fully aware of the state of your body.
youâre face down on the bed, limbs splayed like a ragdollâs. sunghoon had rolled off you some moments ago, catching his own breath beside you. you feel his cum leaking out of you.
âyou made a mess,â you manage to say, throat scratchy and hoarse. you turn towards your husband, whose eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice.
âiâm sorry,â sunghoon mumbles, scooting closer to wrap an arm around you.Â
you snicker. âno youâre not.â
he laughs along, brushing some of your hair away from your face. sunghoon leans in and kisses you sweetly.Â
âweâre taking the van tomorrow to lake como,â sunghoon says with an air of finality that you find difficult to argue with.
âagreed,â you say.
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âhoonie, not here.âÂ
your voice is cranked down to a whisper, your eyes darting around in nervousness. all that you can see is shrubbery, similar to the canopy of leaves where you and sunghoon are tucked away.Â
in front of you, at least, is a breathtaking view of lake como.
âyes, here,â sunghoon argues, his lips traveling up your neck, stopping just behind your ear.Â
his hands smooth up your thighs, flipping the skirt of your dress over your hips.Â
âi canât help it when youâve got this pretty sundress on,â sunghoon says, grinding himself against your bare ass.
âand no underwear? baby, youâre asking for it at this point.â
you huff, gathering your skirt further up your body.
âhurry up.â you press yourself back against sunghoonâs rock-hard cock.Â
sunghoon chuckles, a hand coming up to grope your chest.
âlovely view with a lovely wife. i could get used to this.â
|warnings! SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v, mdni! pussy eating, cum eating? light choking (not really) masturbation, hint of mutual masturbation if you squint, dom!Sunghoon, cockdrunk reader|
|this was requested, sorry it took so long and sorry the ending feels rushed whoops|
|word count: 5266|
Sunghoon has no shame in his career, he did what he had to do to make money and he enjoyed it too. Getting naked and pleasuring himself on camera in front of a paying audience wasnât harming anyone. Which is why Sunghoon didnât really feel the need to keep that part of him a secret, itâs not like he was advertising it but everyone that was close to him knew, well everyone except for you.Â
You and your kind smile and soft eyes that exuded a level of innocence Sunghoon would never have considered corrupting. Not before today at least.Â
Since you joined his friend group a little under a year ago, Sunghoon had developed a kind of crush on you, though he would never say it aloud. He could tell from the way he found himself searching for you in every room he entered, how his head would turn anytime he heard your laugh. It took him all but three weeks to admit to himself that he was crushing on you, hard.Â
Despite this and his normally confident flirting style, Sunghoon knew you to be exactly as you presented yourself, innocent, fragile. You had only ever had one boyfriend before joining the friend group and you never mentioned seeing anyone else. Whenever the topic of conversation at a gathering drifted to sex or other mature topics, you always turned red and looked away or found an excuse to step away altogether. Now he wasnât absolutely sure if you were a virgin but he wasnât about to expose you to his world of sexual liberties so casually.Â
Now all that precaution went out the window as soon as he found out you were one of his top viewers. All it took was you leaving your phone unlocked on your counter when you all were hanging out last weekend, he saw the notification pop up for his upcoming scheduled live later that night. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the familiar username. He didnât hesitate before clicking on the notification and opening the app only to find your username on the top right corner, one he has become quite familiar with as you were constantly joining his lives or liking his videos.Â
The plan was set in motion before he could second guess himself, how could he? His pretty little thing was watching him, has been watching him for weeks, and acting all so innocent in the meantime. He sent you a message to come over, feigning needing help with an assignment. His clothes were off the second you replied saying you were on your way.Â
It was about a month ago when you found out about Sunghoon's little side hustle. It was purely on accident, overhearing a conversation at the library that sounded a little like;
âI tried asking him out and he blew me off for the gym! The gym, I mean can you believe it? Heâs always working out, itâs like he lives and breathes protein powder." A girl's voice whined.Â
âIâm not surprised, he has to maintain that body for his content.â The other responded casually.Â
âContent?âÂ
âYeah, you didnât know? Sunghoonâs a camboy. His account is something like hoonhasfans, heâs got an insane amount of subscribers. How else do you think he can afford to live alone?âÂ
The shock that spiked up your spine was immediate. And you tried to ignore it, you really did. But that damn username was engraved in your brain by the end of your lectures for the day. Of course you had heard of onlyfans and camgirls or camboys before, but you never indulged in viewing that kind of content, or any kind of adult content for that matter.Â
You werenât a total prude, you werenât even a virgin. You had sex a grand total of two times with your ex boyfriend before you broke up, the relationship was pretty short lived and for good reason. It was clear you werenât an openly sexual person and your friends knew and respected that, but it still hurt to find out one of your closest friends was a camboy from two random people in a library. Did he really not feel comfortable enough to tell you that? Did the rest of your friends know?
Apparently they did. Heeseung was all too casual about it when you asked him outright what Sunghoon did for work.Â
âOh, heâs a camboy or whatever. I donât really know what he does on camera and Iâm not trying to find out, but he makes good money from what I can tell.â He told you. Clearly it wasnât a secret, then why are you only finding this out now?
Finding out about his form of income could be considered a complete accident, now deciding to look up his account late at night in the darkness of your bedroom was a choice made out of pure curiosity. You really couldnât help yourself but you made a silent promise that you would only take a quick peek without subscribing, just wanting to confirm if it was him.Â
And you did just that. You looked up the account online to which it guided you to an unfamiliar website with vulgar ads you had never seen before. But there it was, hoonhasfans sitting at the top of the screen, the profile picture was a bicep photo that didnât show his face but you would recognize those arms anywhere. You had seen him in his gym attire before, and you had to admit you caught yourself staring at his large arms more than once before.Â
There was a post labeled, âSneak Peekâ, it wasnât locked like the rest of his content. The temptation to click on the video was strong but you threw your phone across your bed, groaning in frustration.Â
There was no way you could do this, right? That would surely be crossing a line in your friendship. Sure maybe your other friends knew but you doubt Jungwon or Jake are logging into his account and watching his content out of pure curiosity. No, clicking on his account was already crossing a line but you could justify it under the guise of fact checking the conversation you heard. Now clicking on this video, that cannot be justified or explained to anyone without sounding crazy.Â
You covered your face with your hands, feeling yourself blushing without even really doing anything. Itâs fine, you hadnât seen anything you werenât meant to see, youâre fine if you stop here, and you can stop here.Â
Taking a breath, you reach for your phone again, flipping it over to turn on the screen again only to audibly gasp as it opens up to the video already playing. It seems it had opened when you threw it and with your sound being off you hadnât even noticed. Now that it was in front of you though, you couldnât look away.Â
The video was dark, it seemed he was in his room, laying in his bed with the camera pointed down showing his bare lower stomach and his lap. He was wearing loose grey sweats and before you could even notice the bulge, Sunghoons hand came into frame, pushing his sweats down to reveal his grey briefs. His clothed erection was on full display now. You could see a wet spot on his briefs from his arousal as he palmed his hard on.Â
Your thighs instinctively squeezed together in response, teeth digging into your bottom lip as your thumb reaches mindlessly to turn on the volume on your phone. The silence of your bedroom is replaced with Sunghoons quiet groaning and deep breathing. Your own breath catches in your throat, seeing it was one thing, but hearing him, recognizing the tone of his voice instantly, was another.Â
Before you knew it, you were making an account and watching his content almost daily. You gave up on trying to deny your desire to see him, you just knew no one could ever find out.Â
It has been a couple weeks now since you started watching Sunghoons content and you had recently turned on his post notifications so you never missed a post. He was just so beautiful in everything that he did you didnât want to risk missing it. Like just now, you had just gotten out of the shower when your phone dinged with a new post. You quickly got comfortable with an oversized sleep shirt and those cute pair of panties you love before getting comfortable on your bed.Â
The video showed Sunghoon sitting at his desk, the camera propped up and angled downward blocking his face as always. He was completely shirtless, his abs glistening with sweat. Your eyes tracked down, finding his sweats and underwear lowered just enough to free his achingly hard cock. His hand was already jerking himself off as the other rested on the armrest of his gaming chair.Â
You were mesmerized before you could even get fully comfortable on your bed. You watched as he spit into his palm, using it as lube to stroke himself even faster than before.Â
âFuckkâŠI love knowing youâre watching me. It turns me on so bad, baby.â He groans quietly and you gasp. Sunghoon usually talks dirty in his videos but nothing like this, this felt almost pointed, like he could see through the screen right through you.Â
âI hope youâre making yourself feel good just like I am. I bet youâre so wet right now, shit.â His hips jerk upwards into his fist just as your right hand wanders down between your legs.Â
Masturbating wasnât something you did often, at least not before, it was nothing that ever really excited you so you didn't really see the point. But now with Sunghoons content, you couldnât help but touch yourself. Your finger rubbed soft circles over your clothed clit before sliding up and down your core.
The sounds of Sunghoons groans were intoxicating, watching the way his abs tensed whenever he stroked himself just right was enough for your hand to slide under the fabric of your panties. He was right, you were completely soaked, a seemingly common occurrence wherever he was involved lately.Â
Soft whines pushed past your lips as you collected your wetness with your fingers, dragging them up your fold before reaching your hole again. You pushed one finger inside, just as you always did, moaning instantly at the feeling just as Sunghoon says, âThatâs it, my good girl. Fuck, so good.â His voice is hoarse now, you can tell he was close to coming and you would do anything to make sure you were right there with him.
You began thrusting your finger to match his pace, a blush overcoming your cheeks the hotter you got.Â
âFuck, everyone thinks youâre so innocent, huh baby? And here you are, are you making yourself come for me? Would you show me too if I asked?â He laughed then, his other hand coming down to cup his balls. âOf course you would, youâre my good girl.â He groans one last time before his abs tense and his hips lifted up as he releases onto his lower stomach.Â
Your own orgasm sneaks up on you just as the palm of your hand nudges your needy clit. Your back arches with pleasure, moans forcing themselves out of your mouth regardless of how loud they were. You couldnât even begin to question his strange choice of dirty talk for this video, you couldnât ride out your high before your phone dinged with a text message. The loud ringer startled you so bad you immediately sat up despite your body begging for rest.Â
It was a text from Sunghoon.
Rationally, you knew going to his place right after watching his content was a terrible idea but it was an immediate response to say yes to him, almost like you were compelled to do so. Before you knew it you were on your way to him with still shaking legs and slightly scattered breath.Â
âSunghoon?â You asked aloud after knocking on his front door. âCome in! Iâm in here!â His voice was muffled through the door but you swore he sounded a bit out of breath, almost like he had just gotten back from the gym.Â
âHoon?â You ask again, now inside his apartment after kicking your shoes off at the entrance and shutting the door behind you. From the entrance you could see the door to his bedroom was slightly cracked open, âYou said you needed my help?âÂ
A grunt followed in response, âFuck, yes angel I need your help, come in here.â His voice was clearer now though still breathless. His tone was almost familiar in a way you shouldnât recognize but you push the thought down.
Your brain scrambled at any other possible explanation for his tone of voice, perhaps he had just returned from the gym, maybe the homework he was struggling with was exasperating him to no end. Of course all of those possibilities were squashed the second you pushed his door open to find him laying back on his bed with his left hand holding his shirt up and his right stroking himself almost lazily. His sweats were pushed down along with his underwear just enough to reveal himself.
The shock of seeing him like this in person was enough to freeze you on the spot. Your hand was still holding onto the door like a lifeline, your other clenched into a fist.Â
âThere she is, been waiting for you.â He squeezes the base of his cock once, slowing down his movements to drag his eyes down the length of your body. He waits for a response only to be met with your shocked expressions, cheeks blushing a bright red he canât help but chuckle in amusement.Â
âNo need to act shy now, angel, nothing you havenât seen before right? Itâs better in person, isnât it?â That caused alarm bells to go off in your head instantly. How did he know? You were sure you were careful, you hadnât acted differently around him or said anything and yet there he was in all his glory.Â
Your surprise and confusion only amused Sunghoon further, he smirked at you, sitting up on the bed. âDo you even know how badly Iâve wanted you? How long Iâve dreamt about all the things I would do to you but I held back because I thought you were just too good for me. I even felt bad for thinking about you like that because you have everyone fooled. You play this part of an innocent angel, but now I know youâre just as dirty as the rest of us arenât you?âÂ
With a shake of your head Sunghoon only laughs, âCome here.â His tone was demanding, leaving no room for question. You take a step closer, your body following his command before your brain could argue against it.Â
âH-Hoon-âÂ
âShh, come here angel donât make me ask again.â He pats the spot of the bed beside him, watching your every move as you hesitantly sit on the bed, facing him. Your eyes canât help but roam down the length of his body, admiring the tightening of his abs and the hardness of his cock. Sunghoon pulls at his length, grunting at the feeling of your eyes on him.Â
âDid you enjoy my last video? Posted that one just for you, baby.â He smirks again, this time studying the movement of your thighs and how you squeeze them together.Â
You shook your head again, determined to continue to deny this until it came back to bite you. You just couldnât bring yourself to admit it aloud.Â
âNo? You didnât play with your pretty pussy while you watched me? Didnât make yourself come like I asked you to?â Your eyebrows furrow together as a quiet whimper slips past your lips before you could stop it.Â
Sunghoons smirks turns into a full blown grin, his canines peeking out just enough to have your breath hitch. âI donât like liars, angel. Be a good girl for me and tell me the truth.âÂ
âIâŠI made myself come. Iâm sorry I-â You shook your head again, this time bringing your hands up to cover your face.Â
âShh, you donât have to apologize baby, itâs okay. I was picturing what you would look like, I knew you would be watching, knew you would play with yourself and fuck I need to see it. Will you show me how you touched yourself?â The hand he had previously holding up his shirt was now softly pushing your hands down to reveal your face again.Â
Your eyes grew wide with a sense of panic, âI canât..â Sunghoon only shakes his head, âWell thatâs not fair, you get to see me whenever youâd like. Youâre watching me now, donât you wanna be a good girl for me?â His movements stop then as he lifts himself to turn your body, resting your back against the pillows, his hand cup your jaw now, âShow me.âÂ
In an instant your hands are moving, unbuttoning your shorts with shaking fingers and pushing down the material to reveal your soft panties, the same ones you had on before, already stained with your arousal from earlier and now even more soaked through thanks to the current circumstances.Â
Sunghoon softly nudges your legs open with his hands once the shorts are completely off, a groan echoes from his chest upon seeing the wet patch in your panties, material practically sticking to your cunt from how wet it was. âShit, all this for me? Do I have that much of an effect on you, baby?â You could only nod shyly.Â
âThese the same ones you had on earlier?â He asks though he already knows the answer. You nod again and Sunghoon grins, âTake them off and give them to me.â You do as youâre told, slowly pulling them down your legs before dropping them into his awaiting palm. âFuck.â He whispers, eyes now trained on your bare pussy, your glistening folds showing him exactly how turned on you are.Â
âYouâre fucking unreal.â He grunts, handing finding its way back to his dick, stroking himself slowly. âGo on, show me how you made yourself come for me.âÂ
Despite this not being the first time youâve had a sexual encounter, this was definitely the first time youâve done anything like this. Although recently you have grown more comfortable with your body and the idea of pleasuring yourself, it was one thing to do it alone and a complete other to do it while someone watches you. But really you shouldnât be too surprised Sunghoon asked for this, he does this for a living, if there was anyone that was comfortable with it, itâs him.Â
Your left hand slowly travels down to your folds, massaging them gently as your wetness spreads. Your fingers travel to circle your clit just once, your hips jerking upwards on their own at the feeling. Sunghoon doesnât stop stroking himself all while he watches you, soft groans and curses slipping past his lips.Â
With his eyes on you, your confidence slowly grows, feeling even more aroused as the minutes pass. Your hand lowers until you can push one finger inside. The moan that escapes you in damn near pornagraphic to Sunghoonâs ears, he wanted you so bad he could come from this alone.Â
He watched you fuck yourself on the one finger for far too long, growing impatient he spoke, âAdd another one.âÂ
Your eyes widened and your movements stop altogether, âIâve never-âÂ
Sunghoon froze as well, looking up into your eyes, âAre you a virgin, baby?â You shake your head in response, âNo, but itâs been a really long time and I justâŠIâve never used more than one.â Your voice is quiet with the admission.Â
âFuck, you have no idea what youâre doing to me right now. Itâs ok, I want you to push another one in, can you do that for me? Weâll go slow.â He waits for you to nod before he uses his free hand to gently caress your inner thigh. âGood girl, go slow.âÂ
With a nervous hand you follow his instructions, teasing your entrance with two fingers now before slowly pushing both fingers inside. You wince at the stretch but the sound is overshadowed by the loud moan that follows.Â
âBetter, mmh?â His voice is teasing but the look in his eyes is anything but. Words fail you as all you can do is nod and whine in response, thighs shaking and begging to squeeze together but the grip of sunghoons hand and his body leaning to hover between them stops you from doing so.Â
âI get it now, if the roles were reversed, Iâd be watching you every night too. Fuck I donât think Iâd be able to come without it.â He grunts then, as if unable to hold himself back any longer, before pushing himself to hover fully above you.Â
âYou did so good for me, showing me how you make yourself feel good, but youâve made yourself come by watching me enough, itâs my turn to make you feel good, yeah?â Without waiting for you to respond, Sunghoon smashes his lips onto yours, using his right hand to gently pull your fingers out of you, holding onto your wrist as the other holds himself up against the mattress.Â
Sunghoon kisses you like heâs planning to devour you, the kiss is frantic and claiming. Youâve never been kissed like this and it awakens something truly inflamed within you. His lips crashed over yours, tongue swiping into your mouth like he would die without it. How have you made it into your twenties without ever being kissed like this? Who knew you could be so utterly unraveled by a kiss?Â
You whine as he pulls away but the sound is caught in your throat once he guides your hand his lips. He takes your two fingers that were previously inside you between his lips, sucking your arousal off of them and licking them clean all while his eyes never left your own. He moans around your digits, swallowing down your taste.Â
âFuck, angel, knew youâd taste good but this is-â He shakes his head, pressing his lips down to yours once more, the lingering taste of your arousal was hard to miss against the softness of his tongue. You moan at the unfamiliar taste.Â
âYouâll let me taste you some more, wonât you?â He asks once pulling away, already making his way down your body and settling between your thighs. âYes, please.â Your voice is just barely above a whisper but he hears it loud and clear, smiling up at you before pressing kisses along the skin of your inner thighs.Â
âSo beautiful.â He murmurs mainly to himself before his tongue swipes once through your folds, from your entrance up to your clit. Your body immediately shivers at the contact. Sunghoon groans into your pussy, enjoying the act of eating you out just as much as you were enjoying being eaten out. His tongue slides in between your folds, circling your clit once more before pressing down and flicking it with his tongue.Â
Your hand instantly travels down to grasp at his hair, moaning out his name loud enough to alert his neighbors probably. His left hand travels up under your shirt, squeezing at your hip and waist.Â
âSo good, so wet for me.â He grunts again, his tongue travelling down to your entrance, pushing in just enough to have you squeeze your thighs around his head. âHoonie!â Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you throw your head back in pleasure.Â
Sunghoonâs tongue focuses back onto your clit just as he pushes two fingers inside you again, the stretch being a bit more compared to your own two fingers. âFuck, thatâs it, baby. Squeezing my fingers so good, canât wait to feel this around my cock. Youâre gonna be a good girl and take it, arenât you?â You find yourself nodding in agreement without even really understanding what heâs saying. But youâre so drunk off of him that youâre convinced youâd do anything he says at this moment, anything at all.Â
Your walls tighten around his fingers as he sucks your clit into his mouth, you were close and he knew it. Right before you could feel yourself falling over the edge, Sunghoon pushes a third finger inside you, the stretch being painful and overwhelming but just enough to make you gush around his digits.Â
âThatâs it, come around my fingers. Fuck, youâre so sexy right now, keep going baby.â Your hips were pulsing, lifting up as you rode out your high, Sunghoon not once stopping his movements until he was sure you were done.Â
âMy gorgeous little slut, so innocent for everyone else but such a perfect little slut for me, huh? Gonna let me fuck you how Iâve been dying to, baby?â Heâs already moving, flipping you onto your stomach and lifting your ass up by your hips. The side of your face is pushed up against his pillow, hair a tangled mess around you. Your shirt had now lifted, exposing your back to him.Â
Sunghoon only got up to completely undress himself before he was back on you, kneeling behind you to admire the mess he made of you.Â
âLook so beautiful like this, fuck.â His hand reaches up into your hair, pushing it back to reveal more of your blissed out face. âAlways so beautiful, but fuck this view is mine, no one else sees this side of you.âÂ
âOnly you, Hoonie.â Your voice is soft and tired and itâs almost enough to have Sunghoon just pull you into his chest and whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep. Almost.Â
âGonna fuck you now baby, tell me if itâs too much.â He waits for you to nod before guiding his dick to your dripping folds. He slides the tip through your pussy, collecting even more of your arousal and coating himself in it before guiding himself to your entrance. With his left hand holding onto the base of his cock, his right holds onto your hip, keeping you exactly where he wants you. His eyes admire the position he has you in for just a moment, relishing in the arch of your back and the roundness of your ass, he makes a mental note to take a picture next time.Â
A breathless moan rips through you the moment he pushes inside you. Sunghoon was big, you knew that, had seen it enough times through your phone screen and now up close. But the feeling of being nearly split in two was not one you were prepared for, and he wasnât even fully inside yet. âStill with me, angel?â He instantly felt the way your body tensed, the way your walls constricted around him at the intrusion. His hands found your hips and ass, caressing softly to comfort you.Â
âYes, yes, please keep going-â another moan ghosts past your lips, your eyes shut in response as Sunghoon pushes himself all the way inside, as deep as he can go. A shared moan is heard throughout his bedroom, âStill good?â He asks once, waiting for you to nod before he begins thrusting into you softly, allowing you just a moment to get used to his size. âFuck, never felt anything this good. So perfect, shit.â Heâs holding back, even in your cock drunk state you could tell he was holding back for your own sake. And yet you donât hesitate before asking him for more, âHoonie, faster mmh.âÂ
âFaster? Fuck, trying to go easy on you and you want more? Fine, since you wanna act like a little slut, Iâll treat you like one.â In a second his hand grabs both of your wrists, pinning them behind your back and using them as leverage as his left hand holds onto your hip. Without wasting another moment, he drags his hips all the way back until only his tip remains before slamming back into you all at once.Â
The breath is stolen from your lungs and youâre not given a second to recover before Sunghoon is thrusting in and out of you at a ridiculous speed. His movements are fast and deep, you could do nothing but take it. With your hands held behind your back and your face against the pillow all you could do was moan and try to push your hips back to meet his thrusts only to be reminded how weak your body is at the moment.Â
Any touch of gentleness Sunghoon had before was completely gone, he was now ruthlessly pounding into you like he would collapse otherwise. âThis what you wanted, baby? Is this what you thought of when you watched my content?â You only moaned and whimpered in response, but that was enough for Sunghoon.Â
His dick pushed so deeply inside of you, he could feel your walls gush around him with every thrust. âSo innocent for everyone else but look at you, fuck, squeezing me so tight, bent over for me.â He muffles another curse between his teeth, gripping onto your ass, pulling your cheeks apart so he could fully see himself entering you. Your arousal coated the base of his dick, forming a creamy white ring that Sunghoon would kill to have you lick off of him later.Â
With a grunt, Sunghoon pushes out of you, flipping you onto your back before pushing back into you all in the same breath. His left hand comes up to push your shirt up revealing your lacey bra to him.Â
âFuck, baby.â That same hand pulls the bra down just enough to expose your tits to him. Sunghoon leans down eager to finally wrap his lips around your hardened nipple, his hand squeezing and pulling at the other. His lips kiss and suck onto your skin until he was confident several hickeys would form later on. He didn't consider himself a possessive person but suddenly the need to mark you and claim you as his was overpowering any other rational thought in his brain.
âHoon, fuck!â You throw your head back causing Sunghoon to lift upwards, bringing his lips to yours for another bruising kiss all whilst his thrusts never slow or halt. You clench around him, feeling your lower stomach begin to tighten.Â
âFuck, do that again Iâm close.â He mutters into your neck, sucking at your skin enough to mark you there too. You force yourself to clench around him again, feeling your thighs begin to shake with your upcoming orgasm.Â
âShit, I need to feel you come on my dick, come for me baby.â His thumb circles your clit, thrusts as brutal as ever and his other hand comes to circle your throat, squeezing lightly, not enough to choke you but enough to remind you he could.Â
âHoon! Mmph!â You clench around him one last time before your back arches into him, walls milking him for all heâs worth as your third orgasm of the night crashes over you.Â
âThatâs it, my good girl, fuck. Take my cum.â His hips snap into yours a few more times before he digs himself as deep as he can go, releasing inside of you with the hopes of painting your walls white with his cum.Â
Sunghoon allows both of you a moment to ride out your highs before he pulls out, watching in awe as your release mixed with his own oozes out of you. Before he could stop himself, his fingers scoop up the mess and brings it up to your lips, pushing them inside and groaning at the feeling of your tongue circling his digits.Â
âSwallow it, baby. Donât we taste so good together?â
Itâs only natural, isnât it? To look in the mirror and cry? Itâs not that you hate yourself, itâs mostly just that the world wants you to.Â
Or the one where Jay is enamored and doesnât mind reminding you that thereâs nothing about you that will stop him from falling harder every day.Â
PATREON REQUEST
WORDCOUNTâ 8.3k
PAIRINGâ park jongseong x afab chubby!reader
CONTENTâ jay is very very in love, sex positivity, body positivity but alsoâŠsee warnings. Itâs also a little messy, they have an argument if you squint. He lifts you up and moves you around to prove a point.Â
WARNINGSâ self hate, body dysmorphia, insecurity. There are descriptions of chub, both in a negative and positive light depending on who is thinking what.
NOTEâ Reminder that I do not hold negative views of any body type, including hot sexy chubby babes [i actually very much like it]. The reader is intended to be insecure so there are bound to be negative things thought about her own body, i utilize my own insecurities quite a bit here and it makes me feel a bit vulnerable so⊠donât be going off on me over it.
ANOTHER NOTE â SURPRISE? This fic is a request, but i wanted to give you guys something if anything. I do not typically write for a reader with any specific body type, but i feel fond of this one after completion, so take it as you may. this was a patreon request from someone i care for dearly, so rules didn't apply to them lol
smut tags â big dick jay, LOVE MAKING, grinding/frottage, itâs very fluffy and loving but likeâŠalso rough, deep penetration, making out, eye contact, pinching/groping, pussy eating, titty kissing, cream pie, unprotected sex, caressing, sweet-talking rather than dirty-talking.Â
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You still remember the first date and how Jay looked at you. Your brain fought hard to lie, to tell you that the joke would be over soon, that he hadnât tried for months to work up the courage to ask you out.Â
He told you that himself, that it took a lot of courage to ask you, that he even felt anxious over the possibility that you wouldnât like him back, and still your mind told you the opposite.Â
No matter how often he found reasons to sit with you in class, or how he would carry your heavy book bag alongside his own all the way to your parked car across campus just so he could tell you to drive home safelyâŠ
Still didnât matter how he said in the softest voice, right next to you as you sat with him for the first time inside of his dorm room, âI thinkâ since the moment I saw you, I had a crush. I never thought youâd actually hang out with me.â He said that before he even asked you on the first date. You thought it was a joke, some sick prank he was put up to.
Yet, still, he looked at you that night in a restaurant neither of you could afford, admitting that he saved up from his part time job for weeks just to bring you here. His eyes shined. Like he was proud to be there with you, almost telling you that it wasnât a joke, that he truly meant everything heâs ever said to you.Â
And when he kissed you that night, just for a moment, you really believed that you were good enough.Â
 Six months into your relationship, those negative thoughts faded slowly. All of the negativity, the things everyone always said about you were able to disappear when he held your hand or kissed your forehead. Jay truly seemed utterly enamoured with you, constantly wanting to see you, always wanting to touch, and be close to you. Essentially healing, one by one, every horrible thing ever pounded into your brain from family, friends, and strangers alike.Â
ButâŠsometimes, like today, those negative thoughts come back and theyâre louder than you remember them being before. He can only silence other voices, not your own. Twenty minutes ago you texted him.
You: can we raincheck?Â
Jaybie: what?
Jaybie: why?
You: Iâm not really feeling it today
And for nineteen minutes, your phone has been blowing up.
You imagine Jay would tilt his head at you with a face of concern like heâs done so many times before if he were in front of you right now. You donât need pity, itâs too embarrassing when he says all those nice things to you and you end up deflecting, making the whole situation worse.Â
You stare in the mirror, alleviated at the cancellation despite what heâs probably spamming your phone with. Encouragement, reassurances, whatever. Sometimes you just need to isolate and detach, to avoid the mirror, or being seen by anyone. Sometimes, maybe, you even just need to wallow in your own contempt for a bit before facing not just your boyfriend, but anyone at all.
And that sometimes, is right now as you curl up in that ratty t-shirt, flopping back on your bed and trusting that the phone vibrations will go silent after a while. You always feel so guilty when you do this, but itâs just a part of you, itâs what he signed up for.Â
You need time to get past this block in your head. Â
Unfortunately, Jay doesnât.
Knock, knock, knock.
Great, just fucking great. You hadnât expected him to come anyway, and heâs probably just going to give you that pitied look before dragging you out the door with him.Â
This type of thing has happened before, and heâs well aware by now to just leave it be, to try again another time, to just text and not facetime, to do this, to do that. Yet heâs on the other side of your door knocking and youâre just sitting here, wondering if you should face him. This isnât one of those times where he can make it all better with a kiss to your forehead and words of reassurance.Â
Whatâs worse is that it used to work. But over time, as you grew comfortable in the relationship, the stray thoughts became louder. âItâs been three weeks now, and he hasnât changed his mind?â
âFour weeks, two months, three monthsâŠâÂ
Month six, and heâs on the other side of your door. He never comes over when you ask him not to. Maybe heâs here to tell you heâs done with all this, that you finally pushed him away for the last time.
Your makeup is slightly smeared from the silent tears, and youâve already undressed and thrown back on that t-shirt. A t-shirt, mind you, that doesnât hug nor imply any type of human body beneath. Arguably, itâs your most comfortable one because at least in this, looking like a cotton-blend garbage bag is better than witnessing your own being exist in peace, full of whatâs needed, rejuvenated in ways you find yourself hating the most.Â
Thereâs nothing to see in you right now, soâŠyou really, really donât want Jay to be here right now. He wouldnât find you attractive like this, he would get one look at you and walk away, right? Youâre right, heâs here to break up with you for cancelling again.
Knock, knock, knock.
You huff, sniffling and stumbling to your feet, trying to wipe away the remnants of that insecurity thatâs hitting you so hard today. And when you look at yourself again, somehow it seems worse than before. You donât even look like you.Â
Knockknockknock, more frantic.Â
You hear the emotion in his knocks, making you hurry to the door, hesitating only for a moment before opening it to find him standing there. So handsome with his hair all neat and fixed like it always is. God, youâd be so heartbroken if he ever looked in the mirror the same way you do. For him to not see how handsome, gorgeous, utterly perfect he is in any given room. Any given light, situation, emotion. Always so handsome.Â
Always too good for you.
And he looks at you the same as before, tilting his head in the confusion you knew he would, he gives you a once over before inviting himself inside and closing the door, saying nothing, but gently guiding you with his big, warm hand.Â
Youâre surprised, actually.
âNo more of this.â He finally mumbles as he makes his way to your bedroom with you in hand, closing every door behind him. As if allowing you to be in the state you want to be in right now. Where no one can see you, where you donât have to look at yourself and worry.Â
Truthfully, you want nothing more than to be behind two locked doors, curled up and away from the world for the day. What you donât want is for Jay to be stuck here with you, witnessing you at your worst. If he wasnât here to break up with you, surely he will be by the end of this.Â
âNo more pushing me away.â He says this time in a fuller voice, somehow knowing to silence your inner voice as he starts kicking his shoes off and turning to face you. He ignores the uncharacteristic mess of your room and places both hands on your shoulders now. âWhatâs wrong?â
Oh no, the dreaded question that makes everything rush to surface, making you struggle to hold back tears. Itâs harder when heâs looking at you, harder when heâs taking a hand and lifting your chin so you have to look back at him.Â
He already knows whatâs wrong by the look in your eyes alone. Here he was thinking it couldâve been something else this time. Usually youâd text him back, asking for reassurance in your own little way. Timid, almost cute. Usually, you donât cut him off like this, you let him text you and you respond back every single time.Â
When you left him on read, he knew that this time had to be different.
He truly does know heâs supposed to leave you alone, but it hurts him too when you get like this. Maybe itâs selfish, maybe heâs the one in the wrong here, but it kills him to know that someone he cares for so deeply has felt so horrible, is feeling so horrible, to the point that even he gets shut out. Over and over again, no matter what he does.Â
Heâs humble even in his thinking though.
The truth from his perspective? Heâs tired of it. Heâs exhausted with you telling yourself all these things, throwing out every word of love and adoration heâs truly and meaningfully given to you. Always saying thereâs something wrong with you, silent jabs at yourself while using him. âSheâs pretty, why are you even with someone like me?â You said all those weeks ago, on a day he thought you really felt better about yourself. âItâs okay to look at other people, I get it.â You had said again, blatantly showing insecurity and writing him off because he glanced for just a moment at someone you deem more beautiful. âI canât buy that, I wouldnât be able to pull it offââ, âOh, Iâm not hungry.â, âSorry, I look kind of gross todayââÂ
It goes on and on.Â
Itâs not all easy, pretty, or loving. Sure, you can look exhausted sometimes, so can he. Heâs not always feeling the best either, but the difference is that he wants you to see him at his worst. You refuse to let him see you though. Even on your best days, you write yourself off. You write him off, deciding what he must feel about you despite his actions and words trying desperately to prove you wrong.
Looking at you standing in front of him right now is no different. Youâre just as beautiful as you were the day he first saw you. Still entirely his type, not a hair out of place in his mind, even if he knows youâd disagree.Â
The mess of you is sometimes even better than when youâre trying because he knows you feel the same regardless. He prefers you in the state you hate the most, vulnerable, swollen eyes. Thereâs something about the rawness compared to when youâre plastering on that false smile.Â
Donât get him wrong, he loves when you dress up too but it hurts him to know itâs not for yourself, not for him, itâs for everyone outside of this bubble. You fear being looked at, and looking at you just so happens to be one of his favorite things.Â
In any shape, any form.Â
Right now, that smeared charcoal makeup shows him that you tried to go out with him today, that you wanted to go. But goddamn, it makes your eyes look so pretty even messed up like this. Clumped lashes and what seems like a permanent frown on your face. Perhaps itâs guilt, or self-pity, he doesnât know. The point is, even like this, youâd shine in any room youâre in and heâs so, so happy that you opened door for him.
Honestly? He expected you to not answer it just like you did with the texts and calls. He truly thought heâd be spending all night alone wondering if you are the one about to break up with him.
Yet, still. He canât keep torturing himself loving someone who so aggressively pushes him away, who always believes the lies before his own tears or cracked voice trying to prove, and prove, and prove that youâll always be enough for him. He could tell you right now how much he wants to kiss you, but heâs afraid youâll push him away.Â
Rejection after rejection, all because you fear he will be the one doing it eventually.
âWhatâs wrong?â  He asks again, expression hardening because he knows what it is and heâs desperate for you to justâŠbelieve him when he tries to make it better this time.
âIâm sorry, I justââ You try to say, looking down at the floor again despite his hand trying to keep your face angled up.Â
âDonât want me to see you like this?â He interrupts, answering for you. âDonât want me to take care of you when youâre feeling bad?âÂ
You keep staring at the floor as he talks.
âDonât want this, donât want that. Do you want me?â He pauses, letting out a sigh because thatâs not entirely what he meant to say, but heâs so, so frustrated right now. He canât help it. Thereâs panic within him every time you get like this. Itâs been six months, he wants to add another six more, but he canât if you donât fucking let him.Â
And fuck, fuck, youâre doing it again. Like so many times before, pushing and pushing away until they finally walk away. Youâre shocked he lasted this long putting up with you. Another thing to add to the list, another name of someone who realizes the mistake in picking you.Â
âOf course I do!â Your voice cracks when the tears start again, taking a step back and away from him.Â
âThen look at me.â He says, more calm now. âItâs okay if you donât want to go out today, but to ignore me after texting me? Not even answering when I call? I come over and you canât even look at me.âÂ
Thereâs a pause in his frustration here, seeing you cry in front of him like this. He never wants to be the reason you feel bad, even if youâre always his reason for the same negative feelings. Heâs tired, but heâs not done being fucking tired. Not yet, at least.
âI wonât look back, if it helps.â He looks away from you now, but fills the gap of space youâve created. âI just need you to understand that however it is youâre feeling right now, it doesnât mean I feel the same.â
Your eyes trail to him, noting the way he keeps his eyes averted in the sake of you and it makes you feelâŠdumb. This whole insecurity thing, itâs something so many people feel and you canât understand how they push through it on a day to day basis. Are you the only one who curls up inside, unable to allow yourself to be seen?Â
Are you the only one with a boyfriend who is telling you to see him, rather than only seeing yourself and whatever monster the mirror forces back at you? Where he promises to not look at you, as long as you let him stay? As long as you hear what he needs to say?Â
âJayâŠâ Your voice cracks when your hands reach for him. For some reason, him not looking at you makes you worse.Â
You didnât want to be touched today, knowing heâd feel the dimples and weight under your skin. Yet here you are, reaching out, inching closer, hugging him as tightly as you can. And still, you feel his chin against you indicating that heâs keeping to his promise. Heâs looking away.Â
âI donât know why I get like this.â You comment against his chest, nuzzling into him and the tears that soak through his shirt. âToday is worse than usual.âÂ
âYouâre allowed to have bad days,â He says calmly, almost numbly. âbut I need you to let me be here for them. I donât know how to make you understand how shitty it makes me feel when you start acting like I wouldnât want to see you.âÂ
You breathe in as he speaks, letting his cologne calm your mind like it always does.Â
âI always want to see you.âÂ
Thereâs something crawling in your brain when he says things like that. You donât know what it is. It slithers in, makes you smile, makes you feel all warm. Like you can pull back from this hug and look him in the eye, or maybe even go to the grocery store without a thirty minute session of trying to look decent first. Itâs confidence, something you only feel when heâs around.Â
âWhy?â You question him still, even while believing him for a moment.Â
Seeking reassurance. At his expense, you will always seek it.Â
âWhy?â He pulls back, finally looking at you again with a dumbfounded expression. Then, he chuckles. âStill? You still donât know?âÂ
His tone seems like heâs going to argue with you again, but before you can even look back at him with a nod, you feel him lift you entirely. Instinctively, you squirm to try and get away.Â
And when you canât wiggle away, you try and listen to see if he struggles in the act. Just to shame yourself further. Just to deny his strength, and call yourself huge again.Â
âStop, Iâm too heavy!â You squeal out, almost laughing because it feels nice to beâŠwell, picked up. âYouâll hurt yourself!âÂ
He drops you on your bed without a huff, without dry-heaving, and crawls on top of you, easily sitting on your legs. Yes, Jay is tired of this. Youâre just going to ignore the way he goes to the gym specifically so you donât have to worry? He could have lifted you six months ago, maybe with a bit of a breath or huff, but he can do it just fine now, and you still think youâre too big?Â
Youâve never been too big. In fact, thereâs a genuine fear that there will never be enough of you for him to love.Â
Goddamn. Heâs exhausted with the way you see yourself, and the way you almost demand he sees your imperfections tooâ because he canât. Thereâs nothing about you he doesnât love. If he were to be out of breath right now, itâs not because youâre too heavy, itâs not because you are too much of anything.
Itâs because you knock the breath out of him every time he sees you.
And heâs sick of you not understanding him. Heâs tired of trying to understand what you feel about yourself. Because in all honesty? Itâs bullshit, itâs stupid, none of that shit matters to him.Â
He canât see what you see, regardless of how much you think he does. You can point it out, cry about it, and think whatever you want. He will never agree with you. Reassurance comes too naturally to him, except in his mind itâs not reassurance at all. Itâs something he would say to you every minute of every day if youâd give him the space to actually love you, rather than fighting with him on why he should hate you.
âToo heavy? What?â He says as he hovers over you, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against your neck. âHow weak do you think I am?âÂ
You throw your arm over your face, your other hand reaching down to pull down the large t-shirt that had ridden up in your fall to the bed. Jay, on the other hand, keeps you pinned down as he nuzzles.Â
âAnything else?â He asks against your ear.Â
You pause, opening your eyes behind your arm and taking in a breath. Is he really doing this right now? Asking you to justâŠtell him?
âAnything else what?â You ask quietly, feeling the way he kisses all over your jaw and hairline, ignoring the heavy feeling of his legs sinking your lower half into the bed as he straddles you in place.Â
âTell me why you didnât want to see me.â He reiterates, kissing and kissing, not stopping, now slowly moving to push himself between your legs. âTell me what else there is that you think will make me not want you. All the things you think I canât or wonât do.â Â
âIââ You pause, swallowing hard before squeezing your eyes shut as your legs pry open around him. God, why is he pulling this out of you? Why is it harder to hate yourself when heâs not hating you too?Â
âI look like a mess, you deserve someone whoââÂ
âNo.â He instantly responds, knocking your arm away from your face and cupping your cheeks with both hands, forcing you to look at him as he presses his hips forward, letting you feel how attracted he is to you.Â
âNot a mess. My favorite.â He adds, moving his assault of kisses across your cheeks, nose, forehead, then to your lips. âI donât even deserve you.â
A pause as he pulls back to look at you, assessing the damage.
âWhat else?â
âI feel like you should be ashamed to be seen with me.â You start, feeling even more stupid when itâs spoken out loud. âI canât wear all those cute clothes you think Iâd like, because nothing looks good on meâ doesnât that disappoint you?âÂ
âOh?â He smiles cheekily, and you truly will never understand how he could get, like, turned on by you when you feel like this. When you act like this. âWho says I prefer you in clothes anyway?â Then he narrows his eyes at you, pushing his hips forward again to remind you.Â
That little breath he takes in before speaking again doesnât go unnoticed either. Like heâs holding back so much. Frustration, lust, love.
âAnd I want to be seen with you. Wanna show you off, let everyone know that I managed to get someone like you to be with me.âÂ
You stare at him when he pulls back, now looking down at you and toying with the hem of your shirt. You could argue that he actually seems a bitâŠshy now, looking at you from under his lashes as he pretends to focus on what his hands are doing.Â
âAnything else?âÂ
âHowâ?â You start again, trying to throw your arm back over your face, but he catches it, shooting forward again and this time, pinning your arms down against your pillows. âHow are you looking at me right now and getting hard?â
âBecause I think youâre sexy.â He smiles just inches from your face, trying to make you understand that heâs not lying. He needs you to see the shine in his eyes, the pure love he feels for you, not just the way he very clearly wants you. Not even words can truly explain it, and maybe thatâs why he canât pull you out of his hole of self hateâ but fuck if he isnât trying.Â
âDo you seriously think Iâm not attracted to you?â Another push of his hips. He flexes his muscles around you as he does it, and lets out a little breathy sound. âSeriously?â
That question makes you feel stupid for thinking otherwise. If you look outside of yourself for once, you feel worse than you have today in weeks, yet heâs on top of you right now. Heâs clearly turned on, kissing all over your face, making those little sounds as if heâs slowly losing itâŠ
Strangely enough, all of the things heâs said to you throughout your relationship felt like a band-aid. Like he was saying stuff to get you to feel better, well aware that it wasnât going to happen. Today though, right now, it feels like heâs stabbing these words into you, forcing you to look at them, begging you to listen and believe him.Â
Heâs using his body alongside his words, which isnât something that normally happens. Mostly because, well, youâve never let him when the days get this bad. Has it always been like this, or is he just now realizing that a band-aid of sweet kisses canât fix you? His kisses right now arenât sweet or docile though, theyâre meaningful, almost bruising.Â
Everything heâs doing feels more bruising than usual, like heâs trying to make you feel him rather than your own skin.Â
All you can do is look back at him when he pulls back again, noting how still, no one has ever looked at you the way Jay does. Heâs never said a bad thing about you, never made you feel disgusting or hard to love. Even when heâs upset with you, he never excludes himself from the issue at hand. Itâs never all about you unless itâsâŠgood?
Oh. Wait.
âMaybe you just have bad taste in women.â You say casually, as if writing his feelings off again. You see his eyebrow raise at that, his smile faltering, but you huff.Â
Then, you smile. You really smile at him, and heâŠsmiles back.
âYou need to work on that.â He says, nodding to himself as if what you said just went through one ear and out the other. âMy taste is you, and I think you should just accept that or else youâll have to fight me off, or break up with me or somethingâ becauseââÂ
Ah! Â
You half-groan-half-giggle, falling in love with how he can be so playful on such a bad day. So fast with it too, with the way he scoots back, and dips down and under your shirt before you can even fight him on it. You feel his warm cheek rub against your belly, his hands moving to your waist and holding you there before he moves upwards, blatantly lying against your left breast.Â
âI love everything about you.â He sighs as if heâs in his own little world now, landing a sideways kiss to the flesh of your chest. âI mean itâ fucking everything. Drives me crazy.âÂ
Your arms instinctively wrap around his hidden head, hugging it as you listen to him mumble praise against your skin.Â
âI love this.â He whispers, kissing your breast again before sliding himself up and kissing against your collar bone, letting out another little moan as he simultaneously grinds his lower half on you.Â
God, heâs essentially rendering the purpose of this shirt entirely useless to you now. Youâre not hidden anymore, he wonât let you be.
 âAnd this.â He continues.Â
âAnd this,â He moves down, kissing right between your breasts. âThis, this, and this.â He mumbles, kissing down to your belly, nuzzling against your belly button before kissing that too.Â
âKnow what else I love?â He finally asks, pulling himself from under your shirt and letting you get a good look at his blushed cheeks and ears, hair now a mess, slightly frizzy, but still so gorgeous.Â
You stare at his drowsy, half-closed eyes in awe, wondering over and over again how anyone could ever be good enough for him, somehow feeling entirely lucky that youâre who he picked.Â
âThat you let me do this.â He says, gripping the chub on your hips and kneading it before moving to your belly and doing the same. âThat you let me appreciate everything about you, even when you hate it.â
And truly, you canât stand it. Yet, you do. The way his fingers dig into your flesh so warmly, with the purpose of loving, of feeling, rather than wanting to rip it off of your body like you so wish you could doâŠitâsâŠkind of igniting?Â
After so long of being called all sorts of names. Disgusting, fat, unworthy. Even more words of âYouâd be so hot if youâd justââ and âShould you really be eating that?â and yet, heâs digging into their hatred with love and kissing every dimple, looking at you with hearts fluttering from his pupils.Â
âCould touch you forever,â He continues talking through those same heart eyes, as if more to himself than you. âKiss and love on you, let you cry it out, then do it more.âÂ
You look down at the way his fingers nearly bruise you, and still you donât wiggle away, especially not when he blinks up at you over and over again, as if thereâs so much to look at, and for the first time, itâs okay that there is.Â
âSo, so, fucking prettyââ He mumbles as he watches you think too hard, nuzzling his nose against your hips now, inhaling the way you smell across your legs, down your thighs, right between your legs. So lovely too, having not had any pants on. Ah, perfect.Â
Youâre perfect.
âJayâŠâ You warn him, your voice croaking at the tears threatening to fall. âIâm not sure if I like thââÂ
âSh, cry it out then.â He pauses to look at you, scooting back and now placing both of his hands on your thighs, spreading them out even more. âI already told you. If you want to cry, cry. Iâll make it better.âÂ
âEventually, youâll believe me.â He adds in a sultry whisper after a few silent seconds, eyes leaving yours and trailing down, mouth nearly watering at the sight of you like this.Â
For some reason, you donât cry. Even when you feel him groping the parts of yourself that you canât stand, when you feel it dimple and shake at his movementsâ all you can focus on is how pretty he looks against you. How happy he looks down there as he leans back in to kiss and nibble, as if itâs all he could ever want.Â
How could you stop him? How can you deny him something he seems to genuinely like enough to touch and kiss? Jay deserves everything in life, even if youâre not someone who can fill his cup and keep him happy. You canâŠbe happy with him right now, at least, right?
Because itâs hard to not feel good when he does it. Being touched on a bad day is something youâve always dreaded, yet it feels good. It feels better. Like heâs forcing you to let him see every single thing thatâs bothering you, proving that sometimes itâs better to stop hiding. No more stressing that he will see you in the wrong lighting, the worst angle, that he somehow didnât catch on that you arenât the skinniest girl in the world. Heâs seen it all now, and heâs not running. Only his view should matter, and he so desperately needs it to. Â
âHm?â He hums from below, assaulting your thighs with kisses as you watch him retract one hand and grab himself between the legs. You canât tell if heâs just adjusting, or if heâs kneading it, but you donât really care.Â
HeâsâŠtoo hot when he looks like this. God.
Itâs like something is shifting. Heâs different today than he was on all those other days with you. He was always so handsome, but you only saw him as a man who would grow tired and bored of you. A man who was just out of reach despite him clinging to you. You didnât cling back, you didnât want it to hurt when he pried you off of him.Â
But now? Heâs somehow more handsome. More beautiful, more masculine, more of this, and more of that. Heâs Jay amplified to the point that he nearly glows in the sunlight from your window. Sharp features leaving little shadows on his cheeks and neck as he does his boyfriendly duties. And maybe youâre just realizing that he genuinely picked you. This isnât a duty if he doesnât want it to be at all. Being with youâŠisnât a job for him?
 If he was tired, today wouldâve been the day he left, wouldnât it? Is it really just natural for him to be like this with you? Heâs not leaving. Heâs doing everything you never thought anyone would want to do, and heâs beautiful while doing it.Â
Maybe you are too? At least in his eyes. Maybe, itâs okay to believe him.Â
âWhatâre you looking at me for?â He smirks after a long moment and nuzzling all over you.
âYou justââ You swallow thickly, feeling your heart thumping against every sensitive spot on your body. âYouâre so handsome.âÂ
âMm,â He hums with a short nod before sinking his head down further, landing his lips over your panties before blinking up at you. âYou think so?âÂ
That need for confirmation from you brings floods of comfort, knowing that Jay has insecurities too and sets them aside if it means he gets to believe you and what you think of him. Like your opinion on himself matters more than his own.Â
âI doââ You sigh, feeling his lips ghost over you, his hands holding you so firmly, his eyes still blinking up at you. Fuck.
âHandsome enough to wrap your legs around me?â He questions cheekily, smirking against your clit before pressing his lips down in a harsh kiss against it, feeling the swell of it himself.Â
He knew youâd have to breathe before giving him the ânoâ and smiles when itâs exactly what happens.Â
âN-no-â You groan, body twitching at the slight pressure he offers over your panties.Â
âNo?â He smirks again, pulling his lips back and looking at you. âIâm not handsome enough? You donât want to do that to me?âÂ
âNo!â You retort in slight panic, never wanting Jay to feel bad about himself. âI do!âÂ
He hums a pleasant sound in response, knowing it couldnât hurt to shoot his shot, hoping that one day you really will stop being so afraid to smother him. He wants that. He wants to feel your thighs press against his ears as your legs pull his mouth ever closer toâ
âSomeday, though?â He whines over his fantasy, now using one hand to toy with your panties, slowly pulling them to the side.Â
You nod with a shiver, blinking down at him as he awaits the answer he wants to hear. Itâs the way you know thatâs what he wants too, the way you donât doubt him in this moment.Â
He smiles at your nod before darting his eyes back down, seeing the swell of your clit and feeling like heâs making it through to you at this point. Youâre wet, youâve been wet, youâre letting him, you want it.Â
Even on a bad day, you want it.
So, heâs not going to sit here and fuck around. No more playing, teasing, or expecting you to say things out loud. He doesnât want to push his luck, anyway. He goes straight into it too, barely kitten-licking against your clit as he holds your panties to the side, glancing up at you just to get a good look at his beautiful girlfriend before he closes his eyes entirely, and focuses.
Heâll be damned if he doesnât have you screaming for him, asking for more. Heâd be so fucking happy if you even justâŠthrusted up a bit, chasing his tongue, losing yourself even for a moment in the pleasure where youâre not overthinking what your body is doing.Â
Jay is dead set on that, actually. Licking hard and fast against your clit in all sorts of directions. Swirling it around, drooling warm saliva all over you, flicking, sucking, then moving lower to lick long, languid stripes up and down to clean you up. Repeat, repeat, repeat, until finally, youâre making sounds.Â
Cute little sounds that he knows probably embarrasses you even more, but he eats them up. He presses his tongue harder, grips your leg tighter, nearly rips the panties from you as a whole over how turned on he is by the sound and taste of you.Â
And then, he pulls back just for a moment to glance up.Â
âFuckââ He whispers to himself out of breath, seeing the way youâre chewing on your bottom lip and gripping onto your shirt as if to pull it over your own stomach. Youâre so hot, so, so fucking sexy to him. âMy hair, grab it.â
Itâs a ploy so he can busy your hands and, well, get your shirt back up. He wants to see you, all of you, andâ well, heâs into the whole hair pulling thing.Â
Jay really, though, really loves the idea of you showing him exactly where you want it. Even now, after so long together, youâve very rarely asked or indicated what you want.Â
Heâs actually shocked that you do it. With a bit of guidance anyway, as he lifts slightly to grab your hand in his, placing it in his hair, and the other trapping your hand under his and pushing your shirt up as he moans all the while.Â
Then, heâs back at it, one hand pulling your panties out of the way, the other hand flat on your belly, and youâre lying here exposed, watching him ravish you as if no weight on your body could stop him. Itâs arguable that he doesnât care at all about the insecure aspect of yourself. Heâll ignore your self hate if he could, but you donât let him. You make it so loud.Â
Jay is louder though, and he makes damn sure of it as he re-adjusts as he continues to lick and suck against you. He loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair, and really, really loves the way your fingers grip harder when he does that thing.Â
So he keeps doing it. Slurping your clit into his mouth before practically making out with it. Full open mouth on you, licking hard, with purpose, then moaning a little vibration to help push you further into that pleasure.Â
And oh, there it is. That grip in his hair tightens, he feels you slightly press his face harder and all he can manage is a small âmhm,â against you to encourage more. Heâs losing you to the pleasure, which is the exact fucking goal here.Â
You deserve this, to feel good without worry.Â
He could do this all day if youâd let him too. Arguably, he almost thinks you would if it werenât for the fact that he feels the grip in his hair loosen and your legs shaking around him.Â
He pulls back again to check on you, noting the darkened look in your eye. He thought you were about to ask him to stop, saying that itâs too much, but no. This isâŠbetter.
You, for some reason, felt something in your brain shift through all of this. Heâs kind of being forceful. Making you let him see everything, wanting you to put in some work too, and youâre into it. Weirdly, youâre very into it right now that the words come out easy.Â
Well, kind of. You canât really think straight right now.Â
âJayââ Your voice shakes as you look down at him, the wet on his chin and lips shining in the light as he looks at you with concern. âPlease.â
Then, a smile from him before heâs licking his lips and crawling up and over you.Â
âAw,â He coos, pressing a kiss to your lips before looking directly into your eyes. âYou want more now?â
You nod with glassy eyes, looking up at him like a docile pet, very animalistic both internally and externally. Like nothing exists outside of you aside from him, a very willing boyfriend to give you what you want.Â
He likes it. Loves it, really, with the way youâre being so vulnerable now. Heâll take care of you always.Â
âWhat do you want, baby?âÂ
You blink up again. Suddenly feeling, not insecure, but shy. He doesnât expect you to answer though, solidifying the understanding part of his personality in your mind. He, instead, grabs your hand and drags it down his own body, right to his cock.Â
âThis?âÂ
You moan in response, entirely accidental but, it still happened. His smile at that is something to die for too. Really, really handsome with his sharp features as he presses himself into your palm, urging you to squeeze.Â
âReally?â  He puts emphasis on reassurance, confirmation. âYou sure youâre feeling up for it?âÂ
And god, you know if you were a normal person, and he had a normal girlfriend, he probably would have to ask for a confirmation after already being begged to do something, yet here he is.Â
âPlease,â You smile in your shy bliss when you say it, feeling how hard he is and how wet heâs made you dripping between your legs.Â
He nods, leaning down for one more kiss before trailing your hand up to his zipper, allowing you to be the one to take it out. And you do, unzipping his pants and now using both hands to undo his button.Â
He watches you do it, utterly in love with the way your shirt stays above your collar bone, and your stomach folds as you lean up to do it for him. He stands up tall on his knees to let you, admiring the view from above before he feels your cold hands slide his pants down and grip him right where he needs it most.Â
You finally glance up at him now, noting the way heâs looking at you without a hint of disgust. God, you really like Jay. You really, really, might even love him. Which is scary, but weirdly welcomed right now. Heâs in love with you, right? To be looking at you like this? To be so hard, leaking all over himself at the sight of you, the taste of you?
âOh, youâre so pretty.â He sighs, watching your face, scanning your body, and then moving his eyes to where your hand holds his cock in place. âLay back.âÂ
You listen solely because of his softened voice. You lay yourself back against your pillows, suddenly feeling a bit better in your skin when his cock twitches at the view. Still half clothed, whatever, he uses his knees to pry your legs open again as he grips himself now.Â
âBabyââ He pauses for a moment, still gripping himself but only looking at your face now. âCan weâ um,â He trails off now, looking away and feeling a bit shy himself now.Â
You tilt your head so fucking cutely at him that he nearly dies on the spot. God, fuck, how did he manage to be your boyfriend? Youâre lying here like this for him, because of him. Heâs slightly obsessed, and so badly he wishes you knew. Then, you let out the smallest âWhat is it?â and his brain malfunctions before heâs throwing himself forward on you, leaving one hand between you to aggressively shove your panties back to the side.Â
Lips just inches from you, heâs already bumping the head of his cock against your hole, trying to pry it inside without the conversation needed. And to be fair, he canât really help it. You just look so pretty, youâre acting so cute, heâs soâŠso in love with you. Heâd stop if you told him to.Â
Heâd get on his knees and beg you for forgiveness. Yet, still, he has to ask before he goes any further. So, he tries to control it, leaving the head of his cock right there, as if your pussy isnât begging for itâ
âPlease, can I just do it?â He groans, one arm shaking as he tries to hold himself up. âPlease let me, just this once.â
It takes you a moment or two to comprehend what heâs asking andâŠoh. YouâŠforgot? You didnât even think about it. And the fact that heâs askingâ
You nod shyly, well aware that youâve taken your birth control religiously anyway.Â
âOh, fuckââ Jay groans deeply into your ear as he drops back down, instantly sliding his full length into you, raw. The slide is overwhelming for him, surely itâs a lot for you too.
No matter how many times the two of you have had sex, itâs always different without a condom. And this is the first time heâs felt you like this. Both of you always responsible, always so fucking careful with each other.Â
You mimic his sounds at the thickness opening you up. Itâs hard to adjust when heâs already so deep inside, and you canât help but squeeze around him with pained little groan. He kisses you through it too, mumbling little words of âthank you, baby, fuck, mmf, youâre soââ before he slides out again.Â
All the way, he slides out all the way before pushing back in again without stopping. Wanting to feel all of it, wanting you to feel all of it too. And he still groans into your mouth, losing himself alongside you with how tightly youâre gripping him even through the wet seeping out of you.Â
Itâs like he forgot how to use words in this moment, which is fine, given the situation. Heâs never been good with words anyway, clearly. And hearing you moan with him, feeling you kiss him harder, your legs wrapping around him as if to shove him in deeperâ itâs all he needs.Â
âYeah,â He manages to whisper in a deep breath, still pulling out entirely before pushing back in. âFuckâ y-yeah, like this?â He pulls back and looks at you.Â
âYeahââ You parrot him, pussy still quivering around him to the point itâs all he can feel right now, and it drives him to shorten his thrusts.Â
No longer pulling all the way out, but now just to where his tip is inside of you, then pushing in again, and again, and again.Â
You make little sounds each time he bottoms out, and he can feel the way your warm belly flutters under him. Itâs so much, so perfect, everything he could ever want. He wants to see it, all of you, the entirety of you take him so well, loving him the way heâs always wanted, letting him love you back.
So, he pulls up now, leaning back and holding your thighs open as he stares down at where his cock, now more quickly, slams into you. The view of your body from this angle drives him to do it harder, harder, watching your whole body move with the act and goddamnâ how could you not find yourself sexy?
âIâm already so fucking close,â he seethes to himself, eyes zoning in on your stomach. Because from here, he can see your face in his peripheral as well as his cock sliding in and out and itâs just, âperfectâgod.âÂ
Youâve already lost feeling in your toes at the pleasure as he talks away above you. Youâve only just adjusted to his size and you canât even focus on covering your body because he seems so lost in a daze at it. Like he really is going to cum right now, regardless of how hard or fast heâs fucking you, regardless of if he had a condom or not. HeâsâŠso focused on you.
You can feel your weight shifting with each thrust, but somehow it just feels better and better as you feel his hand unhook from your panties and shoot to your clit, rubbing it relentlessly. You stare up at his now pleading eyes.Â
âNeed you to cum firstââ He whines, flexing his body as if to hold off. âPlease, baby, are you close?âÂ
Well, you are now.Â
Maybe itâs something about him losing himself, or maybe itâs the way heâs rubbing circles around your clit threatening an orgasm whether you want it or not. You can barely answer before he feels it.Â
Your body tries to push him out at the tight squeeze of muscles, but he points his thrusts in you much harder, watching your face and focusing entirely on what you look like when heâs giving you what you need.Â
Usually, you hide your face, usually, you donât let him sit up like this to really see you. Now? Youâre not hiding your face. Even if both of you are still partially clothed, this is the most natural state heâs ever seen you and in, god, you squeeze so tight, you get so wetâ
âAh-â He groans in surprise as he stares at you and the way your eyes squeeze shut, with your mouth hung open through your orgasm. âAhhhââ He bellows out as he feels his own release pumping into you so deeply.Â
He shoves his hips forward even more, almost shoving you entirely up the bed in one single thrust because, letâs be honest, weight is never an issue. He can and will shove you up this bed with his cock alone just to reach deeper.
You feel it, so deep inside of you that it almost hurts as you come down from your orgasm. But god, the way his hands grab at you, squeezing your flesh as he pumps ropes into you, practically drooling as he falls forward against your neck and continues his panting and groaning.Â
In all fairness, heâs never wanted to cum in a girl more. Raw or not, the fact that itâs you just, means something to him. You let him see, let him feel, finally, you let him, and it makes the orgasm last longer.
Makes it feel better.Â
So good that his ears pop and his entire body twitches on top of you as he finally comes down.Â
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âIâm supposed to be doing this for you, you know?â Jay pouts as he lays spread eagle on your beg, feeling you drab against his skin with a warm towel.Â
âHmm.â You mostly let his argument fly through one ear and out the other.
âHey, are you listening?â Â He grabs your hand to stop the pampering before pulling you down on him.Â
You try to get off of him instantly on instinct, but he knew you would. He holds you tightly, not letting you move even an inch off of him before he can finally feel you relax.Â
âReally, why are you the one spoiling me right now?â He asks in a softer voice, much less whiny.Â
âJay,â You whisper against him, hiding your face in his neck. âYou literally stood up and got light headedââÂ
He hums in disapproval.Â
âStill, I wanted to be the oneââ
âSh,â You hush him with a lighter voice than what you had when he came over. âWe can shower in a minute. You needed to rest afterââÂ
âPfft,â He blows his hair up and out of his face with a short breath. âIâm bothered that you werenât the one getting light headed, why donât you need rest?â
You pause, dumbfounded as you pull yourself from his grip and stare right at him.Â
âJay. My legs are literally still shaking.âÂ
And with a small sound of approval, your boyfriend looks proud, not just of what he did to you, but to be with you.
