you were absolutely speechless at the sight between your legs—suguru holding satoru by the hairs at the nape of his neck in a heated….kiss???
you knew nothing good could come out of more than half a bottle of d’usse and two blunts, hence why the two of them were between your legs once again, taking turns obscenely slurping at your pussy—but something felt different this time.
the first time they ate you out, yes their tongues were in close proximity but they never exactly touched. this time around though, they had no problem tonguing at your clit at the same time, moaning in unison as they made out with your pussy and boarder line each other but not quite. until geto abruptly stopped and pulled gojo in for a bruising kiss.
“really? in front of her??” satoru giggled, laughing even harder when geto shoved him away, wiping your essence and the salvia from the kiss from his puffy lips. suguru kissed his teeth, “let’s not act like you weren’t trying to shove your tongue down my throat a minute ago,” he said referring to gojo purposely brushing his tongue against his while they were going down on you.
satoru’s eyes flicked over to you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “look at her,” he chuckled nodding his head towards you, “babies at a loss of words.”
“well i mean how could i not be i just saw you two kiss—with a lot of tongue mind you!” you knew the two boys were very close and had a knack of sharing their women but this was very unexpected, just how far did things go between them??
“him giving me head is as far as it’s ever gone,” suguru said, breaking you out of your thoughts. he continued, “when spend copious amounts of time with someone you begin to get curious about things…didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if we did—”
“no no!” you squealed, shaking your head. you sat up to get a better look at them, “i’m not uncomfortable i just wasn’t expecting that is all,” you giggled, giving suguru’s arm a comforting squeeze. you leant over and grabbed a roach from the coffee table, now getting comfortable on the couch, confusing the two men kneeling before you.
you sparked the blunt, a mischievous glint swirling in your eyes. “did you like it?” you asked taking a hit of the blunt. geto’s cheeks immediately tinted pink, he cleared his throat before answering, “yeah it was pretty good.”
gojo scoffed, “‘pretty good’ yeah right. you were immobile by the time i was done with you.”
you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past your lips—the image of suguru geto sprawled out, breathless, and unable to move because of some head from gojo had you a little tickled….and kinda turned on.
“y/n are you okay? your smile is kinda creeping me out,” geto’s words fell on deaf ears, your mind too preoccupied with the best fucking idea you’ve ever had. “i have an idea, a really good one—suguru take off your pants.”
“huh???”
“yesssss!”
“please be quiet satoru.”
and that my friends is how geto ended up swapping places with you, sweatpants around his ankles, eyes rolled into the back of his skull while you and gojo both slurped at the tip of his dick.
“do you like it sugu? you aren’t even looking at us,” you pouted, cupping his balls in your hand, giving them a semi-rough squeeze. suguru’s mouth dropped open, his chest now heaving up and down rapidly.
“i c-can’t look—fuck! i can’t or i’ll cum i can’t i can’t i can’t,” his voice was shaky with every word it was too cute. you’ve never seen him in such a state—it made you kinda jealous gojo got to see him like this whenever he pleased.
“open your eyes suguru c’monnn,” satoru snickered, squeezing suguru’s tip so perfectly it had his toes curling. geto’s eyes suddenly popped open when he felt sloppy kisses against his thick thighs, he gritted his teeth, grabbing gojo by his white locks.
“don’t. do. that.” suguru panted, the urge to cum becoming unbearable. gojo cocked his head to the side, he licked his lips, humming at the salty yet sweet taste that was suguru geto. “what? you don’t want y/n to know how sensitive your thighs are—hmph!” satoru was interrupted by geto shoving his dick in his mouth, a low rumble emitting from his chest.
“thas’ more like it….c’mere baby,” suguru patted the spot on the couch next to him, his other hand still holding gojo’s hair in a tight grip. you were quick to hop on the couch, immediately smashing your lips against geto’s. geto moaned into the kiss, his arm finding purchase around your waist to pull you closer.
you ran your hand down suguru’s chiseled chest, satisfied by the little whimper that slipped past his lips when you began to tweak at his nipples. his hips bucked up making satoru gag, but it was certainly nothing he couldn’t handle. geto’s hand snaked down to your soaked center, he wasted no time plunging two fingers inside, his thumb making quick work rubbing tight circles on your clit.
the three of you stayed like this for a while—suguru sloppily fingering your dripping cunt, meanwhile satoru deep throated sugu’s dick like his life depended on it. “i’m!—i’m cumming!” your pussy clenched around geto’s fingers like a vice, your body slumping against his.
geto still held you close, roughly pumping his fingers in and out in and out until your thighs were soaked and you were pushing him away with whatever strength you had left. gojo pulled off geto’s dick with a lewd pop! “mmm that was hot y/n,” he smiled up at you, running his big hand over your trembling thigh.
“think you can help me finish him off?”
you’ve never been knocked out of your post nut clarity so quick. you didn’t even bother responding, hopping off the couch and onto the floor once more between suguru’s thighs.
man did he look so good right now. his hair that was once in a bun was completely disheveled, strands of jet black hair out in every direction. his chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, along with his face that was also a couple shades redder than when you first started. his muscles were bulging out due to him having the couch cushions in a death grip. yeah he looked delicious.
“ah shit,” suguru hissed when felt two hot tongues begin to caress his weeping tip. you suddenly felt a heavy hand rest on your head, turning it ever so slightly to the side until you were practically locking lips with gojo, suguru’s twitching dick still in the middle. geto let out a low whistle, patting your head gently, “what a fucking sight—ah! this is mmm fuck.”
geto’s praise had you both preening, now making it your mission to make him cum. you swirled your tongue down sugu’s dick to his balls, sucking one into your mouth. you ran your hand over geto’s trembling thigh gently before digging your nails into the soft skin, you dragged your nails down, leaving red streaks trailing behind.
“f-fuck shit—okay m’cumming m’cummingggg,” suguru threw his head back, moaning so loudly and pathetically it had your thighs clenching with need once more. milky white spurts dribbled from his cock and you and satoru slurped up every bit, the feeling of both your tongues lapping at his tip nearly driving him into overstimulation.
gojo gripped you by your cheeks, pulling you in for a nasty kiss full of tongue and clashing teeth. “that was good yeah?” he smirked, wiping spit from your bottom lip. you nodded slowly, mind a daze from what had just happened. gojo chuckled giving you another kiss, which you happily returned.
“doesn’t the guy who just got his soul sucked out deserve a kiss too?”
you both turned your heads to look up a breathless suguru, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. you climbed on the couch, satoru following suit before leaning in to give geto exactly what he asked for.
you’d never been in a three way kiss before but it was definitely something. the three of you took turns sloppily exchanging kisses, and you definitely didn’t miss the way suguru palmed at satoru’s erection, making him whimper into the kiss.
“need some help?” you asked, breaking away from the heated kiss. gojo being the shameless man he was nodded with a pathetic ‘pleaseeee’.
“what do you say sugu?” you purred, looking up at him with the best doe eyes you could give. suguru looked at the both of your before letting out a dramatic sigh, “i guess—”
“YES! REJOICE!!!” satoru jumped up, quickly removing his pants, freeing his aching dick from its confinements. he cackled at the look on suguru’s face,“don’t worry i’ll go easy on you sweetheart,” he giggled patting his cheek.
a/n: hello again 😓 sorry for being gone for months, i still don’t know how much i have in me to post regularly, but i hope u all like this nonetheless <3 if this sucks please give me some grace, i’m so out of practice. anyways i love stoner piwon 😸
tags: established relationships, drug use (obviously, please stay safe!), sexual content, high sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, domesticity, idk what else
౨ৎ keeho
the only member i think would rather drink than get high, but honestly, he’s down for anything you want. kyo doesn’t really buy bud on his own, so you’d have to be the provider i fear. all is well though, because he sends you money every other day anyways. the first time you got high together, keeho’s tolerance was shit, and the man had fallen asleep within 20 minutes of the sesh. now though, he’s built up his tolerance, and rather than getting sleepy, he just becomes cockier than he already is. compliments come easy to keeho, he’s never shied away from praising you, but when he’s smoked some weed, it’s like the words just spill out. it’s almost annoying, he knows exactly which buttons to push and prod at until you’re reduced into a blushing mess, and keeho definitely uses that to his advantage. what he doesn’t expect, is for you to retaliate, pressing your fingers into his chest to push him backwards, his back hitting the soft of your mattress as he looks up at you confused. it makes you giggle, how he’s so easy to render speechless when moments ago, he wouldn’t dare shut up.
admittedly, you’d already been craving him, long before he had made his way to your apartment. now that you’re high though, all that’s on your mind is keeping the boy beneath you quiet, almost as if to teach him a lesson. your attention falls from his face to his crotch area, his dick already pressing against his jeans, as if his body was anticipating this before his mind could even catch on. you coo at his patheticness, reveling in this newfound power you have over him. your manicured nails find themselves underneath his white tee, scratching slightly at his bare chest as kyo continues to silently ogle you. you don’t miss the blush on his ears though, or how his eyes glaze over in a way that makes it obvious he wants nothing more than to be taken care of. you test the waters by ghosting your fingers over his covered cock, now painfully aware of how inexperienced you are when it comes down to dominating him, as the opportunity hadn’t arrived until just now. you look at your boyfriend to gauge his reaction, and he simply nods to give you permission to use him as you please. confident once more, you unbutton his jeans slowly, all while staring at his bewilderment (and enjoyment!) of your sudden affinity for dominating him. twenty something minutes later, you’ve got keeho in tears, the man whimpering and thrashing around in your sheets, all while your fist pumps his dick as fast as you can manage. you’ve robbed him of three orgasms at this point, and you’re not planning on stopping anytime soon.
౨ৎ theo
taeyang was an avid stoner long before he had even met you, and now that you’re his girl, he’s corrupted you as well—if the pen you carry around like a vice is anything to go by. he’s still disciplined though, saving his smoke seshes for the weekend, where he can actually enjoy himself without having to stress about work. his ideal weekend entails sleeping in, picking you up to take you on a date, bringing you home to lounge around, and of course, smoke. i imagine theo has a cozy little spot in the corner of his living room where he likes to get high the most. there’s a good view of the tv from there, along with cushions that remind him of his childhood home, proper ventilation, the works. before you’re even over, he makes sure to have your go-to blanket on top of your usual cushion, along with some of your favorite snacks. once you’re both back at his place after another successful date, you get undressed into something comfy and make a beeline for his special corner, harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban already on, lighter and joint in your boyfriend’s hand. the two of you have a routine at this point, tuning the movie out and making conversation as the high starts to kick in.
high sex with taeyang isn’t guaranteed. it happens when it happens, so you aren’t necessarily expecting your boyfriend to lean over and stare at your lips, much less to make out with you right then and there. you get ahold of the situation pretty quickly though, deepening the kiss while putting out the joint on the ashtray beside you. he’s not super vocal, but his tight grip on your hips makes his desire for you undeniable, and lucky enough for him, it doesn’t take long before you can feel your arousal, your panties now sticky. he stops kissing you for a moment to stare at you, smiling like he just won the lottery. “i missed you.” is all he says, and the man doesn’t even give you enough time to reply, locking your lips once more while his hands move upwards to knead at your clothed tits. the stimulation is heavenly, and with just a few gropes you’re whimpering into his mouth, hot and heavy. eventually, yangie pulls you into his inviting lap, and after some more making out, you’re both naked from the waist down, with your pussy grinding against his thick cock in hurried motions. there’s no time to think, no time to even put him inside of you. all you care about is the dizzying friction against your cunny, and theo wouldn’t have it any other way.
౨ৎ jiung
rolls up for you every time like a true gentlemen—is good at it too. prefers to smoke with you out on his fancy patio, the chill air easing him into fully letting go, without having to worry about the pungent scent of bud that’ll no doubt linger on his clothes later. however, if you’re convincing enough, he might just allow you to place yourself atop his lap, your combined weight pressing into the plush of ji’s living room couch as you blow smoke into the stillness of his apartment. jiung, always responsible, has water bottles within reach for whenever need be, as well as the cute calico cat ash tray you bought him a few months back. hatessss getting ash anywhere but in the tray, and scolds you if some drops onto his hardwood floors. has a pretty high tolerance, but when it does hit, all of his stress fades away pretty quickly. isn’t really all that talkative, as he’d rather listen to whatever bullshit you have to spew when you’re high off of your mind. gently rubs at your thighs with his cold hands as he listens, a curious look in his eyes that’s mixed with something else that you can only place as love.
waits until your high dissipates into a thin fog before he suggests anything remotely sexual, afraid that he’ll do something rash and regret it afterwards. jiung tends to be a little lazier in this state, preferring to spoon fuck you into the couch at a slower pace than usual—not that you mind, especially not when his cock hits every little spot inside your gummy walls. kisses at your exposed shoulders after every few mind-numbing thrusts, and like always, makes sure that you’ve came on his cock before indulging in his own peak. jiung gets kinda sappy once the deed is done, evident in the way he turns you over to look at him, or how his hands come up to cradle your fucked out face, grounding you almost instantly. whispers sweet nothings at you until your eyes have fallen shut, and proceeds to bridal carry you to his bed when he’s sure you’ve tapped out for the night, knowing how much you despise waking up cramped on his couch. getting high with bf!jiung is comfortable, and you know that you’re always in safe hands with him.
౨ৎ intak
hwang intak rolls worst joint ever, asked to leave p1harmony. genuinely though, his lazy ass always stocks up on the weakest pre-rolls, because he knows his fingers aren’t to be trusted with the pretty pink rolling papers you bring to every smoke sesh. you always end up having to roll for the two of you because of his lackluster skills, but he makes up for it by buying his girl a cute hello kitty themed grinder. has a really low tolerance, but swears up and down that he’s not high (he absolutely is). when he’s baked, he somehow gets even touchier with you, pawing at each and every curve of your body with no shame. his big eyes get all droopy, tinted a slight red color as he watches you—perched up against his bedroom wall, joint between your fingers as you pay him no mind, like he’s not even there. for some reason, i see intak as the type to want to work for your attention, especially during times like these, where all you really care about is getting high, with or without him. he’s not one to falter when it comes to a challenge.
in true intak manner, he’d try to get you to crack with physical touch, and although the feel of his hands against your skin affects you more than you’d ever admit, the final push would definitely be intak getting real close to your ear, whispering something like “let me make you feel good? please?”, and you don’t have to be asked twice. smirks all stupid when he realizes he’s won, ready to make you see stars and regret ignoring him. i think tak would be an eater when he’s high, not like he usually isn’t, but his desire to explore your cunt with his tongue just grows tenfold when he’s in this state. takes you right there on his carpeted floor, not even bothering to take off any of his own garments, because this is just for you. likes to take his time with it, looking up at you with teary, hazy eyes as he admires the crinkles in your features when he moves his tongue especially well. wouldn’t even stop once you’ve hit your climax, is way too lost in the sauce, overstimulating your pussy until he comes in his pants with a groan like some horny teenager. he’s not ashamed about it in the slightest, as intak thinks the sexiest thing in the world is to have his girl rutting against his eager mouth.
random little thought of mine, but i imagine intak lovessss to get crossed as well :3
౨ৎ soul
i don’t know why, but sho pegs me as an avid bong user. maybe it’s the childlike whimsy of pulling and watching bubbles rise in the chamber, much like how he’d blow bubbles into a glass of milk as a kid. i don’t know, but soul loves himself a good bong. has a bunch of ‘em actually, colorful and strangely shaped. whenever you get high together, he lets you pick out the one you want to use from his collection, like the true gentleman he is. you’re both sat in front of his janky tv, passing around the bong and laughing at whatever anime soul’s currently binging. your boyfriend’s personality doesn’t change much when he’s high, but you on the other hand, happen to get horny each and every time. maybe it’s the way your foggy brain can only focus on his side profile, the light of tv screen casting a glow on his pale skin in the prettiest of ways, accentuating his jawline that you oh so love. maybe it’s his posture, hands pressed into the floor behind him to support his weight, sweatpants adorning his slightly spread legs that leave little to the imagination. whatever it is, your horny, and you get an idea that brings a flush of pink to your cheeks.
you crawl over a bit to hover over his legs, and shota, bless his heart, is too high preoccupied with the episode to wonder what you’re doing. you place your forearms onto his legs to stabilize yourself before looking up at him some more, waiting with batted lashes for soul to finally make eye contact with you. when he does, your lips move faster than your brain. “can i suck you off?” is what shota registers before blood rushes to his dick embarrassingly quick, and the innocent but eager look in your eyes has him filling up his sweatpants in record time. he’d probably mumble some stupid shit like “uh huh” with his gaze focused on your every move, clearly forgetting all about the show that was taking up all his attention earlier. you smile while pulling his sweats down, just enough to free his cock—red and begging for attention, the view making you salivate. of course, you get to work real quick, pumping his dick with a tight closed fist before taking it all the way in your mouth with some effort. your boyfriend lets out a strained “fuck” at the contact, hips already chasing the heat of your mouth, making you gag around the flesh—just how you like it. he comes embarrassingly quick, but you still swallow up everything with pleasure, cunt throbbing and head still lost to your high. when you pull off of him with a smile, shota wastes no time in grabbing your face and pulling you into a messy kiss, with his taste still on your tongue. and of course, he returns the favor with the most ruthless back shots, slapping at pulling at your ass to give thanks for your generosity. :D
౨ৎ jongseob
once again pitching the idea of seob being your boyfriend, as well as your dealer all-in-one.. only difference is, you don’t have to pay him shit, which is very convenient! has a zip on him at all times, and you’re forever thankful for it—especially when you’ve had a god awful day. his favorite way to cheer you up after one of those types of days is by getting high together, oh and fucking your brains out too. he’s not really picky location wise, doesn’t have a designated spot where he likes to smoke, as he’s used to getting ash on his sheets and doesn’t mind it much. while he’s sparking up, he watches you get unready for the night from the comfort of his bed. you’re wearing a cute little baby tee and some pajama shorts you bought a while back, hunched over by the vanity he bought just for your convenience when you sleep over. seobie lovesss watching you do your skincare in his bedroom, the sight so domestic and comfortable, making him want you even more than he already does. once you’re all done with your routine, he’s already taken a few puffs and passes the joint to your ready fingers as you approach him. is surprised when you seat yourself on his lap, but you look so pretty while doing it that he wouldn’t dare complain.
if you blow smoke into his face with a giggle, he’s a goner. flips you over to kiss you silly, pausing momentarily to take another hit from the still-lit blunt. jongseob when high is at his most confident, and it doesn’t take long before he’s smirking down at you while feeling you up over your clothes. unbeknownst to him, you’ve been waiting for this moment all day, to be in his bed, with a much needed high. his smooth fingers tease a bit more, grazing against the bare skin of your tummy, but never daring to touch you underneath the layers of polyester until you work for it. you’d squirm a bit, joint long forgotten and clearly unamused at his antics, but eventually you can’t wait anymore! the magic word is “please”, and as soon as it’s spoken, he lets go of all the teasing and gives you what you really want. pulls off your clothes with a mix of love and lust in his eyes, and fucks you into his mattress without hesitation. laughs at the sight of his dick forming a bulge in your tummy, presses on it just enough to get your eyes rolling back. you both fall asleep after a few more rounds, and he doesn’t even bother pulling out, just holds you close with his cock still planted in your cunny. he’s so <33
Y’all are insane… there is veryyyyy little to no maturity difference between a 17 and and 18 year old… Clinging so hard to legalities is legitimately one of the biggest red flags to me when it comes to someone being accused of being weird towards people they have an inappropriate age gap towards. I think writing smut about recent adults is weird either way but if you are a grown adult in your late twenties or even thirties lusting after and writing sexual content about a TEENAGER legal or not that is extremely strange and creepy. Especially if you’re writing smut fics on tumblr about said teenagers that thematize said age gap or even describe said teenage idols in infantilizing terms :-|
Im not naming names even though i definitely could but as someone who actually has experienced lots of trauma in that ballpark- even now in my early twenties the thought of someone 10+ years older than me posting their sexual fantasies about me irks me out an unbelievable amount.
contains: secret relationship, protected sex, public displays of affection
[instiz] PARK WONBIN HAS BEEN DISTRACTED LATELY?
I feel like we haven’t seen Park Wonbin as much lately on SNS. He is the type to give fans an update everyday, and he also has multiple sponsorships and brand deals. Celebrities manage their SNS for postings like that, so it’s odd he hasn’t posted in nearly a week. Is there something wrong with him?
He must be working on a new movie.
Maybe he’s too busy with his screenwriter girlfriend to post.
> The two are close friends, it’s freaking annoying you girls get on here and pretend they’re together.
>> He was seen yesterday at her house. That must mean something.
>>> She is working on a new movie. Maybe he’s in it.
Park Wonbin most likely doesn’t manage his SNS. Maybe his manager has nothing to post.
Maybe he has nothing to post besides lovestagrams.
> Ones his author girlfriend took.
>> Haha. Freaking hilarious
I miss seeing his face. Park Wonbin please post soon.
Wonbin knew that reading every single article with his name in the title was a bad idea. He had the terrible habit of wanting to know what other people were thinking of him at all times, even if the thoughts weren’t always good.
His therapist compared it to picking a scab. The more you mess with it, the worse it gets and it never heals, something to that effect. Wonbin found it easier to banish the older man’s analogies when he was mid-session, but it was impossible to do so when he felt that familiar sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Things that even hinted at being negative always felt like a stab in the chest. Cheap jabs to his acting style and assumptions made about him based on the character he played always had him rolling his eyes to cover up the sense of indignation and pain that raised through him. No matter how much it bothered Wonbin he couldn't help it. He always picked at the scab no matter how painful it was, exposing himself time and time again to the unfiltered opinions of people on the internet.
“Wonbin.”
His managers voice pulled him away from his phone. He instinctually cleared out the webpage from his recent apps before turning off the phone completely. His manager eyed him in the rearview mirror, like he already knew what he was looking at. They have had their fair share of conversations about how it was damaging and distracting to read about people’s thoughts of him online. But Wonbin was a creature of habit and curious like a cat with the Internet at his fingertips, what else could he do?
“You really shouldn’t be reading that stuff.” Wonbin’s manager said.
Wonbin looked around the dark parking lot of the movie theater through the tinted glass of the van. The mall used to be packed and lively, even on a weeknight. Wonbin remembers long before the fame that this was the place to be. With Auntie Anne's and twenty dollars him and his friends would spend all day hopping from store to store. Now, because of online shopping there were tumbleweeds even during the weekends, even during the ridiculous sales.
The parking lot being completely empty on a Wednesday night was no surprise. Regardless, Wonbin considered it to be everyone else’s loss to miss the half-priced tickets and the quiet atmosphere of the abandoned mall.
Wonbin did a quick survey of the area. The occasional lamp post in the parking lot was the only light source this time of the night, but it was obvious the place was empty. The only car that wasn’t in the employee parking was the tinted Mercedes Benz in front of the entrance to the theater. Wonbin slid on his sunglasses and secured his hat on his head. He pushed his hair underneath the brim of his hat and brought his hood from his jacket to rest on top of it. The final touch was his black mask, he creased the metal band to form over his nose.
“All good things.” Wonbin checked his appearance in the reflection of his window to make sure all of his distinguishable features were hidden. His manager huffed from the front seat the same time he pulled his sideburns from his hat. “Mostly good things.” He corrected.
Admittedly, the perception of him had changed for the better. Back when Wonbin first came onto the scene hate posts used to flood his timeline. He used to sit in his makeup chair and blink tears away, wondering why so many people hated him.
Sometime around the press run for his second movie people’s opinion of him changed. A movie about the connected but not so connected stories of three sort of friends ended up becoming a modern day cult classic. There was award show buzz, Wonbin’s name was in the mill for upcoming projects. His performance in the movie that was a chaotic slice of human life changed the opinion of him overnight. He was the hated pretty boy with no range to an indie movie darling. He was praised for his pretty face and his commitment to acting and he actually had people defending him in troll posts now.
“You should thank your director.” His manager said from the front sear.
Wonbin nodded and pressed the overhead button. The sliding door began opening with a slow start, and Wonbin looked to the driver seat as he grabbed his bag beside him.
“And screenwriter.” He added.
Wonbin couldn’t stop himself from smiling. His manager was burning holes in the side of his head as he turned to face the empty parking lot.
“Yes. The screenwriter, too.” His manager said tensely.
Despite the hesitancy, it was true. The movie wouldn’t have been possible without the cast and crew behind it, but the movie wouldn’t even exist if there wasn’t someone to write it. Before the red carpets and the interviews there was a well written character attached to a story that Wonbin felt immense pressure to execute perfectly. Without your vision and your words he wouldn’t be here, ignoring the warnings of his manager as he adjusting his coat on his shoulders.
Wonbin looked at the time on his phone and then to the entrance of the theater.
“I’ll call you when I’m done.” He said.
Wonbin could tell his manager wanted so bad to tell him to get back in the car. But Wonbin was unfortunately an adult. He understood where he was coming from, a place of worry and not wanting his client to endanger his image with the press. But he also had the smartest media team in the world, and he wasn’t reckless.
For the most part.
“Thank you.” Wonbin said sincerely.
When he went back into the van slightly his manager made eye contact with him. He nodded knowingly, muttering something about being careful before closing the sliding door and leaving the parking lot entirely. He watched the car drive away for a second. The paved parking lot with the faded lines was daunting with only him standing there. Underneath the lamp post it seemed like the paparazzi could be anywhere, huddled in the darkness with the safety of the bushes snapping pictures with their fancy cameras with gigantic lenses.
But no one was here. No one was here, but there was someone waiting inside. Wonbin shook off his nerves by bringing his coat in close to his body and began walking towards the entrance.
Wonbin went to the only door of the four that didn’t have a sign that read BROKEN attached to it. He never understood how doors could break, he also never understood how so many things in this mall seemed to be broken. Each time he came back it seemed to be in even worse condition. The arcade carpet that was most likely installed in the 90’s was frayed and bared holes from constant foot traffic. Half of the games in the arcade didn’t work. Street Fighter had been out of commission the longest. The joystick was missing and the screen had a crack that made the repeated animation flicker with static. Three more arcade games had a sign that read OUT OF ORDER since the last time Wonbin was here. Dance Dance Revolution was the saddest loss. He enjoyed playing that game while waiting for his manager to pick him up. The machines only served the purpose now to light the path from the arcade to the movie theater.
Wonbin walked silently across the carpet on the purple and pink fluorescent path. He passed by the three skeeball games, the one in the middle had a ball permanently stuck in the bullseye. He walked by the ticket game that had a white flashing sign begging him to play. He knew this rundown place too well. He knew that it hadn't change for the better in the past decade, that it was arguably the worst theater in town. Wonbin also knew that he had a connection to this place causing him to spend every Wednesday nights here.
Maybe when the money from his ambassadorships and movies roll in he’ll fix the place up. He’ll name the theater room after himself and put the picture of him getting ready to see the first movie he ever starred in framed outside. He had big plans for himself and this place, he would love to see it brought back to life if it isn’t already dead by then.
What matters the most is that the movie theater is still almost completely functional. Yes the popcorn machine either burns the popcorn or leaves them as kernels, but Wonbin believes that is a user error more than anything. Yes they downsized from five screens to two, but that just means those remaining two are ran extremely well and are always clean. And Yes, they only accept cash because of course the card reader is always broken. But that gives Wonbin the excuse to give the workers more money than necessary and lets him not leave behind a digital paper trail from swiping his card.
The most important part is that the theater is still up and running and is now one of the only places you two can meet in private.
He sees you before you see him, sitting with the popcorn bucket in your lap and movie tickets clutched in your hand as you squint your eyes to read the time on the analog clock. You pull down your mask to feed yourself popcorn just to grimace at the taste. You lather more of the seasoning and butter on top, Wonbin already knows you’re trying to drown the burnt taste with butter and flavored dust.
You see him when you pull your mask back up to look around the area. Wonbin sees you shoot up so fast some popcorn falls to the floor. He can tell you’re smiling beneath the mask and he does too, so wide and happy it aches the apples of his cheeks. You two close the distance and Wonbin pulls your closer and tighter, until you let out an almost pained sigh and tap on his arm.
“You’re gonna crush me.”
Wonbin pulled away from you then, letting some popcorn fall to the floor as you readjusted the hat on your head. Wonbin mirrored your movements, pulling his mask up his face and offering his hand to hold your popcorn.
For a moment you two stood on the worn carpet of the movie theater in silence. The sound of arcade machines could be heard from next door, the two employees behind the concession stand stared at you two for a moment before going back to their conversation. The silence made it hard to define whatever this was happening between the two of you. Hiding from the paparazzi and recognition behind masks and layers of clothes. Still pretending deep down you two were just colleagues who got along well. You two took the time to stare at eachother, knowing that in the public eye you two really couldn’t do more than spare eachother quick glances.
Then the moment passed. You smiled and held the tickets to Wonbin’s face, showing him which movie you two would be seeing tonight. He smiled as he read the name of the movie, and then his smile dropped when he realized what you two would be watching.
“This movie? Really?” Wonbin asked.
You nodded and turned, making it past the stand when the employee punched your ticket. Wonbin watched the worker focus on him for a second too long before pointing down the carpeted hallway.
“Theater on your left.” She said, still looking at Wonbin.
You kept walking, reaching behind you to wrap your arm around Wonbin’s. He was pulled off by you as you brought him closer, reaching across his body to grab popcorn.
“Usually we watch—“ Wonbin tries to think of the kindest way to say what he’s thinking of. He can’t think of anything, even when you hum to let him continue and you two stand in front of the open door of the theater. “More refined movies.” He says finally.
“A blockbuster cleanses the pallet.” You nudge him as you both look to the title card above the door. “Don’t be a snob, Bin.”
Even when Wonbin has more to say against this movie, he follows you inside once you go in. The theater is empty, just as it always is. You two ignore the assigned seating on the ticket and go to the middle of the theater. Wonbin watches you sit down first before he settles in. He waits until you take off your mask and cap before he does the same.
“Just thought we’d be seeing something about your next project is all.” Wonbin leans in close and whispers in your ear, even if it’s only the trailers and you two are in the theater alone.
He thinks it’s a habit, one he doesn’t realize he has until you speak in a normal volume.
“Maybe I am doing a movie like this for my next project.” You point towards the screen that projects a high tension fight in the middle of a crowded area. "All the explosions and high profile actors."
You pick up more popcorn, the rapidly changing scenes of the trailer makes it hard for Wonbin to tell if you’re serious or not. A large explosion projects onto your face as you look down to grab your next piece of popcorn.
“Have you ever thought of working on a movie with a budget like this?” You asked.
Wonbin looked to the extravagant movie on the screen, the promise that next summer when it'd be released would be an entertaining one. He shrugged and leaned back in his seat. The cracks in the vinyl rub against his arm. The air conditioning unit broke last week, making the theater warmer than the hallway outside. Wonbin already could feel his clammy skin stick to the seat.
“I’ve considered it.” He said.
There was more money and exposure in the blockbusters his agents tried booking him for. But each time he entertained the thought of working on a bigger project he felt something pulling him back to the indie scene. He liked the stories that were being told with the smaller studios, he liked the intimacy of having a small cast and crew. Wonbin also found that he was becoming a better actor through smaller work. Chasing larger scale gratification fell short when he realized he was growing as an actor through the challenging indie movies. He had more to lose, he reached a point where he was no longer relying on his face but his talent as well.
Maybe it was a bad idea to stick to the smaller movies. Wonbin knew that there were pros and cons to each side, but it was hard to see the negative in sitting at a table and recognizing everyone face. He enjoyed sitting at the table for script readings and the number of people fitting on his hands. He liked the that the Production Assistants weren’t afraid to call him by his first name and that they already knew what drinks and snacks he preferred. He liked the rapport he had with his production company and the feeling of going to the smallest conference room on the studios lot instead of the large rooms that had to have an OWL webcam while the director was God knows where filming for another movie.
He liked looking across the table and seeing you. Looking up to you locked in on the script, mouthing along the words that his future costars were reading from.
“But I prefer smaller studios.” Wonbin said.
He couldn’t miss the smile you tried to hide behind another piece of popcorn.
Wonbin had to be a little biased. There was a rumor in the mill that he was impartial to any project you worked on.
Calling it a rumor was also egregious, because there was evidence in the form of the rolling credits that appeared after every movie. When you were the screenwriter, Wonbin was somewhere in the cast. Leading man, deuteragonist, Tree Number Five. Wonbin was there somewhere. He didn’t think too much of it. Martin Scorsese had Robert De Niro, David Lynch had Laura Dern, and Mel Brooks had Gene Wilder. If Wes Anderson could have an entire bloodline on his retainer, then at the very least you could have him and he could have you.
That’s what Wonbin repeated to himself as he mindlessly signed on for another one of your projects. That’s what he kept telling himself as he stole glances at you from across the table in between his lines, and when he gravitated towards you during lunch.
That’s what he told himself as you two got closer and closer while the movie was showing. You lifted the armrest separating the two of you because you were respecting eachother as creatives. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he pulled your leg to drape over his because you two are colleagues for life. Your hands fit perfectly together as a testament to how well you worked as a team. When you reached across the seats to press your lips to Wonbin’s without even making it halfway through the movie, you were just two individuals respecting eachother’s vision.
After the movie was over and you two left the theater hand in hand, Wonbin looked across the parking lot to see his car. He didn’t want to let go, he didn’t want to leave you. The way you held onto his hand told him you felt the same. He looked back to you as the car came to life, the headlights turning bright as his manager started slowly making his way towards the two of you.
Before Wonbin could take a step towards the car you pulled at his hand.
“I’m having trouble with a scene.” You said quickly.
Wonbin visibly perked up. He knew what was coming before you even said it. His relationship with you started on the basic understanding of one another. His personal relationship with you started with the same phrase.
I’m stuck on this part or I need someone’s opinion on this. A team filled with junior writers and script supervisors and you came to him. You were here for him now, extending the same invitation you had a million times before.
“Can you come over and help me with it?” You asked.
Wonbin looked past your tinted shades and he imagined your eyes wide and desperate. You still had a clutch on the sleeve of his bulky jacket, the fabric wrinkling underneath your fingers. The headlights of his car shined bright and in front of you two now.
He didn’t hesitate to say yes. Wonbin let you go gently just to jog to the drivers side window. He told his manager that he was going to go with you to discuss an upcoming project. He made sure to say it sweetly, and to ignore the knowing look on his managers face when he told him he’d be back before his obligations tomorrow. His manager watched you two leave the parking lot, jogging away and giggling like kids.
The ride to your place was spent in silence. Wonbin noticed that you took shortcuts, that you pressed your foot on the gas a little more than normally. Even though he knew what was coming he forced himself to be indifferent. He turned a blind eye to you tapping nervously on the wheel, and the way you froze underneath his hand when he put it on your thigh. He was the best at acting like he didn’t know what you were hinting at outside of the theater. The start of another scene between the two of you. Longing touches, minimal dialogue. The tension was there, something so palpable and obvious that Wonbin’s manager picked up on it in a second. But you were the two headstrong main characters, bent on pretending like you two were professional and in no way eager to take it forward.
But when you two made it to your apartment complex he didn’t hesitate to put a hand on the small of your back and let it drift down further. Neither of you bothered to check your surroundings, even if the paparazzi knew where you lived and knew what Wonbin looked like. You both were too locked in on the idea of working on this infamous and ever elusive script that was waiting behind your locked door.
The moment Wonbin turned the deadbolt lock your hands were on him. The scene came to an abrupt end when you started pushing and pulling at the sleeves of his jacket, the various zippers and buttons that kept you two apart. The tense music came to an end and it was just the sound of heavy breaths, things falling over, and clothes quickly being taken off.
There was no ceremonious undressing when you two got the chance to be alone. No hanging coats on the rack, no taking off hats and fluffing your hair out to make it look presentable. Between the two of you it was only piles of clothes and scratches made in a haste. Wonbin couldn’t take his own hat off but instead it fell to the floor when he turned his head to kiss you deeper. Your hat came off when Wonbin carded his hands through your hair to tilt your head upwards.
“Writers block?” Wonbin spoke against the sheen on your lips.
You nodded pitifully, pushing his jacket off his arms before doing the same to yourself. A lewd comment about helping you was swallowed by your mouth. He’s distracted when you take off your shirt, throwing it on top of the pile of clothes you two make. Wonbin follows your lead and takes off his own shirt. He can see your wrecked appearance already, but his mind is blank when he feels your hands on his body, guiding him to your couch behind you.
Wonbin follows your guiding hands until he sits on the couch in just his boxers. You come to stand between his legs, your hand instantly settling on the top of his head while the other rubs his cheek. Wonbin closes his eyes contently and tips his head to the side so you can entangle your hand in his hair. His hands move to rest on your ass. He doesn’t pull or grab at you. He needs contact of his own as you massage his scalp gently.
“Your manager told me you mentioned me again in an interview.” You sighed.
Wonbin could hear you try to sound annoyed. You had every right to be, the two of you came to an agreement—where you told Wonbin and he listened—about mentioning eachother. You two had to remain professional in the public eye, you two could only touch in private, and no mentioning you without the interviewer bringing you up first. He knew you were right, he knew he agreed to your stipulations and he listened to them well. But sometimes in the heat of the moment rehearsed answers were forgotten and the only thing he could talk about was you.
“I talked more about your writing, rather than you.” Wonbin tilts his head more to the side when your fingernails feel too good scraping his scalp. “I was very straightforward.” He adds.
“Words get twisted all the time.” You say.
He knows that you’re trying so hard to get onto him for being reckless. He knows he deserves it too, he’s already had his fair share of articles misconstrued for clicks and traffic. But he couldn’t control the integrity of writers the same way you couldn’t control the way you pulled in a breath when he palmed your ass.
Wonbin hummed an affirmation like it wouldn’t happen again before coming forward on your couch to leave a wet kiss on your lower stomach.
“I thought we agree to not do that anymore, though.” You asked.
Wonbin only hummed in affirmation again. He wasted no time slipping his hand underneath the bottom of your underwear, grabbing a handful of your ass. He sighed against you the same time you tilted your head to the other side.
“I can’t help it.” Wonbin spoke in between kisses on your stomach and hips while his hands strained against the fabric of your panties. “I admire you alot.” He smiled.
“Don’t tell me that.” You said, pressing a hand to his shoulder.
You put one of your knees on the couch beside Wonbin to lower your body closer to his. He still kept you up, he still kept his lips attached to your waist as he carelessly laved the area with his tongue.
“I really admire you alot.” He repeated.
When you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, Wonbin looked up at you. You looked so bothered, your head leaning to the side as you tried to get yourself under control. Wonbin knew that you had an affinity for being praised like him. Ironically though, unlike him, you were one of the least recognized people in the industry. Of course he mentioned you in interviews because of your involvement with him, but he was singing praises about your writing long before he had you like this for the first time. He was sure he’d still be name dropping you long into his career, even if whatever this was would end in flames.
“I never want to stop talking about you.” He said truthfully.
The eye contact you held with him was burning. He didn’t realize the tension you two had built since the movie theater was so intense until he saw your gaze. He put his lips to your stomach again, sucking on your already wet skin as he maintained eye contact.
“Take your underwear off Wonbin.” You moaned.
Wonbin nodded before breaking away from your stomach. He saw the wet and angry mark he left as you pulled yourself from his lap. Your shirt and bra were discarded in seconds, and Wonbin matched your speed to take off the rest of his clothes. He was lifting his hips off the couch to pull his boxers down the same time you kicked your panties from your ankles. Wonbin’s dick shot straight up and rested against his stomach, the tip red and angry as it leaked on his abdomen. Wonbin took in all of you standing in front of him, naked and locked in on him in front of you.
When Wonbin opened his arms for you, you were back on his lap in seconds. You two no longer pressed lingering and teasing kisses. Everything was about letting the other know how you felt. Wonbin kissed you so hard your head leaned back to accommodate him, and you sucked on his lip so hard Wonbin could tell it was swelling in your mouth. You no longer placed teasing touches on his dick. Your hand wrapped around it entirely, pumping and using his precum as lube. Wonbin lost in the battle of endurance. His head was leaned against your couch in an instant. Heavy breaths that sounded like whines left his lips as he bucked into your hand. You saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat and you pressed your teeth to it, causing him to lose his breath and clench at your waist.
“Just like that.” He whined.
Wonbin was not strong enough to last like this. Your hand was too soft wrapped around his dick, you set the right speed and strength instantly. Wonbin had to shut his eyes and lick his lips to focus. He could already see the imminent future of him painting his stomach and your fist with sticky ropes of cum.
“Are you gonna cum from just this again?” You asked.
He weakly shook his head even though he knew very well this was all up to you. The first time it was an accident, Wonbin lost his inhibitions after a few drinks from a staff dinner and came in the backseat of a cab during a heated makeout session and your hands in his pants. The second time it was on purpose. Wonbin wanted to show the place you had him in exactly. He came with little to no warning in the random bedroom of one of your colleagues, and you both had to clean up the mess with a toilet paper stolen from the bathroom.
If it were to happen a third time—Wonbin absolutely can’t let it happen a third time. His cumming prematurely to cumming on time ratio was off, and if he were to do this right now on your couch with you mocking him, he could absolutely never come back from it. So he bites his lip to use the pain to distract himself from cumming on your manicured nails and his toned stomach. He feigns indifference by looking around hastily.
“Where are the condoms?” The words are pulled from the driest part of his throat.
Wonbin’s words are met with a smile and an increase in the pace of your hand.
“You actually wanna fuck me this time?” You ask.
Just like that, Wonbin can no longer speak. He can feel his eyes become teary as he nods. He can’t even attempt to tease you back. He just presses his feet deeper into your floor and his hands grab at your waist tighter. He thinks you’re going to tease him over the edge. The lewd wet sounds get louder, the sounds he makes become more and more pathetic.
Right before Wonbin can embarrass himself, your hand stops. Wonbin’s body leans forward from the near release and his whole body seizes before he weakly relaxes against the couch. His breathing is rushed and racks through his entire chest. When he can open his eyes again he sees you looking down at him, condom in your wet hand.
“I have it right here baby.” You coo.
When you bring your hands back to Wonbin’s dick, he winces and instinctually clasps a hand over your wrist. You have to look back at him and quell his worries of you torturing him again with a quick kiss to his swollen lips. Wonbin still keeps a grip on one of your wrists and still winces from each touch on his sensitive body.
The condom is snug on his dick when you lift yourself to your hips. Wonbin slowly comes to a better position underneath you, where you can lower yourself directly onto him. He holds himself at the base, pulling it away from his lower stomach to have it sticking straight up. Looking at the alignment makes him dizzy, but he can’t bring himself to look away. The way you brace yourself by holding onto his shoulders, the way you let your hips dip downwards so you can take him in one swift motion. He’s so on edge that he has to stop you the first time you sink down by a firm hand on your waist.
Wonbin makes eye contact with you the same time you shoot your head up from his lap. He revels in the look of desperation that’s on your face now, your big wet eyes are confused when his strength stops you from going any lower.
“Is this okay?” You ask.
Wonbin brings his other hand to swipe a thumb on the highest point of your cheek. He nods, and revels again at how surprised you are by his strength. He goes against the force of your body with just one single hand, and doesn’t even break a sweat while doing it.
“Just wanna look at you.” He says.
One of your hands that rest ed on his shoulders goes to his hair. You know exactly what you have to do to wind him up completely. You don’t bother massaging his scalp. You go straight to grasping the strands desperately, like you’re trying to soothe yourself more than soothe him.
“I just wanna ride you.” You say.
Who is he to deny you of your wants? Wonbin brings your heavy hips down, and his tip prods your entrance for a second before you take all of him in one motion. Down to the root of his dick. Your hips touch and your lips part. A terrible moan escapes Wonbin’s mouth and a gasp escapes yours. You two are equally wound up. You bring your chest close to Wonbin’s for a semblance of stability but his is no better. Your walls clench around him and he twitches helplessly inside of you. Your bodies react off of eachother, and for a moment he is too afraid to guide your hips up in fear of emptying into the condom. You already feel too weak to ride him. The situation would’ve cause you two to laugh if the situation didn’t feel so dire.
“No rush.” Wonbin says, mainly to himself.
“Take your time.” You echo into his neck.
When you finally have enough strength, You pull yourself away from Wonbin’s chest. The death grip he has on your waist lifts you upwards, and then you find the strength to lift your hips. Your knees dig into the cushion of your couch and you shiver at the feeling of Wonbin sliding out. When you feel his tip at your entrance he catches your eye again, and a look of prepare yourself crosses your face right before you sink down again. Wonbin moans again—almost as loud as the first time—until you’re sitting on him again. You two repeat the process, so slow Wonbin can feel every part of your soft walls and he’s sure you can feel every pulsing vein.
Wonbin brings you down on his dick three times before you start doing it yourself. You lift your hips on your own accord, and it is a sopping wet sensation between the two of you. Wonbin can barely form a coherent thought and you’re the same way. Wonbin watches drool coat your lips before a thin line begins making its way down your chin. The more spit that dribbles down your chin the faster your hips move. Before he knows it your chest is jumping right in front of his face, and the view of his dick disappearing inside of you takes up every part of his mind.
“Touch me, Bin.” You say between your hips raising and lowering.
His hands gravitate towards your chest without another word. He takes you in each palm, pressed flat against your chest before he grips them entirely. Wonbin looks up to you for approval, and when he sees you bite your lip and nod he leans forward to clasp his mouth around your nipple.
Your hips lose their rhythm instantly. You focus everything on chasing stimulation from his tongue that flicks your nipples and the suction in his mouth. When you preen your chest further into him Wonbin wraps his free hand around your waist and lifts you himself. He brings you down harder on his dick than you were, the light taps of your hips turn into prominent smacks. The force makes Wonbin sink deeper into the couch, and he can hear the things on the side tables shake. Seeing you unaffected by everything makes Wonbin indifferent too. He just lets his teeth graze your sensitive skin and uses all of his strength to make you ride him.
Together, your lack of stamina and his lack in endurance is a match made in heaven. You’re already weak when Wonbin moves to your other breast. You have settled into him all the way, your hand that was on his shoulder for stabilization digs into his skin from being impaled on his dick over and over again. Hearing you, someone who is so well spoken, turn into a babbling mess makes Wonbin feel the edge creep up on him again. He rolls your nipple between his fingers just to hear your pathetic squeak, and he brings you down hard on his dick again just to hear the moan rip from your throat again.
“I really, really admire you.” Wonbin says.
Even though he can form sentences, saying he’s stable would be a lie. His tone is high-pitched and whiny, his words are cut short each time you clench around him. Wonbin speaks exactly how he feels, on the verge of breaking at the sight of you becoming undone. When you try to hard to focus your bleary eyes on him he’s already done.
“Gonna—“ Wonbin feels you regain some of your strength back. You lift your hips and bring it down on him weakly. “Gonna cum.” You muster.
Wonbin lets you take back as much control as you can handle. He gets to chase after that feeling he was denied by rutting his hips upwards into yours. Between your weak hips and Wonbin’s quick thrusts, you two lost whatever rhythm you had previously set. Now it was you two chancing the same thing, but using a different method to get it. Wonbin purposely unlatched with an obnoxious sound, letting the excess spit glisten on your chest. He saw another blossoming mark in his wake, and smiled again. He dragged his hand down your sweaty body and settled on your clit, pressing deep with his thumb to watch your body twitch and still.
“Keep going.” Wonbin said, fucking up into you more for emphasis. “Almost there.” He whimpered.
You nodded and found more strength, planting your feet on the cushions for more leverage. Wonbin knew you wouldn’t last long in this position. He had less than a minute before your thighs would be burning and screaming at you to stop. So he naturally made quick work of himself and you, speeding up his fingers and pinching at your body the way you liked. The wet mess between the two of you glistened on his lap, sweat from Wonbin’s body was getting on the covering of your couch. Neither of you cared about the messes or the noises, Wonbin in fact saw the absence of everything in your mind besides getting off.
When you stilled on top of Wonbin and he felt your walls clench around his he spilled into his condom immediately. He leaned fully against the back of the couch and you followed shortly after him, your sweaty chest pressed against his as you two selfishly rode out your orgasms. You breathed heavily and went back to planting your knees to the couch, and Wonbin’s hips stuttered again before stilling completely. He was out of breath and a mess, practically glued to you as he held you impossibly close.
Wonbin had to wait for his strength to come back before he could lift you off of his dick. The loss of warmth caused you both to whine, and he watched his dick limp pathetically on his abdomen as he leaked from the bottom of the condom. The slimy messy sight should’ve made him cringe, but instead he felt that familiar churn in his stomach again.
“You came so much.” You whispered.
He loved making a mess too much. Your words made his limp dick twitch as he carefully took the slippery condom off. Wonbin let the slimy mess rest on his lower stomach, and then you pinched it between his fingers. The mess shined in the dim light of your living room lamp. You guided yourself off of his lap with a whine from your stiff joints as Wonbin walked to your bathroom.
After Wonbin discarded the condom in the trashcan, he washed himself off in the sink before grabbing an unused washcloth. He wet it with warm water and wrung it out, leaving the bathroom to come back to you.
You were laying down on the couch with only your shirt as Wonbin came back to you. He sat on the couch and you draped your legs over his. Wonbin took the warm rag to your skin, and you mindlessly went to your phone.
For a moment, everything was peaceful. He was wiping you down and running his fingers over the marks he left on your skin when you sat up suddenly on the couch. Wonbin no longer felt comforted in the silence as he looked at your wide eyes locked into your screen. He saw your eyes go over the same thing a million times. His mouth was too dry to ask you what you were looking at. He waited until you silently turned your phone around to show him.
[instiz] PARK WONBIN COMPILATION OF ENTERING HIS GIRLFRIEND’S APARTMENT
Actor Park Wonbin has been seen exiting and entering the apartment of a colleague he’s worked closely with. Each time he is alone, and each time he is coming and going at odd hours of the night.
That hand placement is no joke.
Here I was, defending their friendship saying they were close colleagues.
> Oh, they seem to be close
>> I’m going crazy
My friend works at a theater close to her house. She’s said they’ve come in alot on Wednesday’s.
genre. Will you hold my…controller? AU, crack, fluff, a smudge of angst, pwp(85% plot, 15% smut), loosely Girl Next Door(film) inspired, M/F, ….filthy smut🩷
warnings. profanity, my attempt at humor(apologies), GameStop manager Heeseung, y/n is very much an e-girl/mild descriptive style characteristics, besties Jake/Jungwon/Beomgyu(txt), boynextdoor side characters, twerking @ GameStop after hours, pop culture references. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 32,100+
now playing. I'm not okay(I promise)// my chemical romance, sexy bitch//akon, valhalla//blind guardian, hands down//dashboard confessional, hey leonardo//blessid union of souls, the birds and the bees//breathe carolina, be my druidess//type o negative, video games//lana del rey.
smut warnings. y/n does OF, sex on live stream, thats.. a big joystick you’ve got there, size difference/kink, daddy kink, begging, crying, subspace, praise, degradation, choking, hair pulling, squirting, fingering, biting, anal plug use, anal, rough sex, breeding, wet & messy, etc
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‘You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini, and Croquet. You can’t swim, you can’t dance, and you don’t know karate. Face it, you’re never gonna make it.’
‘I don’t wanna make it, I just wanna—‘(Refer to: ‘I’m Not Okay(I Promise) by My Chemical Romance music video)
Jungwon frowns at the TV screen, sighing as he alternates between watching some old corny emo video play and his manager bops along, occasionally tapping his foot to the beat.
“Never liked this video.” He says annoyed, pushing a cart full of shipment out. “Did these losers ever consider that they got bullied because they suck?”
“Did you just say you don’t like My Chem?!?” Heeseung stammers, clutching his chest. “Get the hell out of my store!”
“Now this,” Jungwon grins, forwarding to the next video. “This is music.”
“Ugh. This guy sounds like someone’s gripping the life out of his sack.” Heeseung grumbles. “Take that mask off and let's see if girls would still be losing their shit over their band.”
Jungwon shrugs, leaning against the cart. “Speaking of masks, I wore one last night while streaming. The tips went crazy.”
“How much did you make?”
“Easy $2000 in less than a couple of hours. Couldn’t even focus on my game because the chat was going wild. Maybe the crop top helped.” Jungwon nudges an elbow into his friend's side. “You should try it, look.” Whipping out his phone from his work vest, he taps open a recording from the night prior filling the screen with half of his face covered by a cat mask. The pink and white ears matching well with his cropped ‘baby girl’ top.
“Oh dude..” Heeseung makes a disgusted face, shoving his hand onto the screen to hide it from his sight. “I don’t wanna watch you wiggle and giggle around like a whore for cash.”
“Least I have more money in my account than you, Mister GameStop manager.” Jungwon whistles sarcastically. “Wouldn’t hurt you to try a little. You’re always complaining about the lack of viewers you pull.”
“GameStop partner, don’t forget that I own this place and cover the rent just because we’re friends.” Heeseung corrects, folding his arms on top of the shelf he’s been stocking. “I shouldn’t even be out here right now. Where the hell is Jake?”
“You’re the one who made the executive decision to hire your friends instead of some loner teenagers willing to work for minimum wage.” Jungwon shrugs, patting the olders back. “I’ll call him. That assholes probably jerking off or still asleep.”
“As long as he gets here before my lunch.” Heeseung groans to himself, rubbing his stomach that makes a sound of agreement before returning to complete his morning tasks. It’s been a solid year since he signed contracts and made the decision to commit to owning a business. A year of struggling, pulling at his hair, counting and recounting cash each time he ends up short by the end of another month and has to dig into his savings.
Surely this was not the dream his parents had in mind when paying off his tuition and allowing him to move out to complete university without distraction. At least they could sleep peacefully at night knowing he’d never have parties raided at the apartment they helped pay for each month.
No. He’d have to have more than a handful of friends and off-handed acquaintances to throw an actual rager of a party. Unless evenings filled with screaming at Jake and Jungwon about Dungeons and Dragons rules counted.. they did get pretty rowdy at times.
“What up limp dicks!” The miscreant himself also known as his best friend hollers, kicking the doors open to the store. Vest half strewn off his upper-half, hair a mess still plastered to his skull as if he hadn’t bothered to run a comb through it. Likely that he couldn’t even find one in his bathroom, let alone remember owning one.
“See Hee,” Jungwon claps. “Your elite employee has arrived!”
“Elite my ass.” Heeseung grunts, glaring at his friend as he makes his way to clock in.
“Tskkk, read the sign!” He points at the wall behind the register where a large print of his glowing smile has been framed and hung up.
“Elite employee of the month.” Jungwon reads, wagging a finger at their manager. “He’s got you there.”
“Fine fine, oh so elite one. Listen, I had to change your schedule this weekend. Gyu hit me up about going out to Eagle Stone with his group for larping and—“
“Larping?!?” Jake spits, grabbing his hair and screaming out obnoxiously. “God man! How are you possibly getting even worse! You’re never going to get laid again!”
“What’s wrong with larping?!” Heeseung squeaks suddenly, grabbing his throat as he coughs. “I mean.. keep it down would you?”
“Dude, you’re going to have to cancel, already have plans this weekend.” Jake says, holding out a hand toward his friend. “You should be thanking me. I am saving you from decades of humiliation that you’ll never be able to live down.”
“Don’t be so lame.” Heeseung glares at him, nervously tugging on the lanyard around his neck. “Was hoping we could take our D&D crew out there and—“
“No way, I refuse.” Jake grimaces, waving his arms in dismay as the bell chimes above the door sing from the other side of the store. “Hee, man, straight up dude. I am telling you this as not only your elite employee but also as your best friend. Your dick has cobwebs at this point dude, you haven’t gotten laid in months.”
“Guys.” Jungwon whispers, patting Jake’s arm.
“That’s not true!” Heeseung hisses quietly, eyes widening from embarrassment.
“Oh yeah? Prove it because last time I can recall was Sunghoon’s Birthday, and you’re lucky I don’t tell him that you fucked his cousin because—“
“Guys.” Jungwon repeats, breathily, now wrapped around Jake’s arm.
“That’s none of his business! And we had a really lovely evening!”
“Guys!!”
“What?!” Jake and Heeseung both snap at once, finding Jungwon’s eyes wide as saucers as he stares out into the store. Following his gaze leads them to sporting the same expression when they spot you.
“Who the fuck is that.” Jake mumbles. Throat going dry where he stands and eyes from your ankles to your butt perked out as you bend down lower to add another game into your basket.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to say—“ Jungwon’s cut off by Heeseung frowning at the both of them.
“A customer.” He states, straightening up and clearing his throat. “Who clearly could use some assistance!”
Rushing over to do just that, he leaves the two behind the register shaking their heads.
“He’s hopeless.” Jake bemoans, slapping his forehead.
Jungwon nods, sad that he can only agree as he watches the older tiptoe around the section you search through without approaching. “Tell me about it.”
To say that Heeseung Lee is hopeless would be an understatement. He’s what some may consider a reject of society, socially awkward, introverted, but one thing he knows how to do is his job. With a happy smile he comes over to stand next to you, sneaking a look at the games you’ve started to choose. “Ah, a fellow role player.”
Startled by his deep and chipper voice, you jump to stand straight. Setting the gift card in your hand back onto the display. “Excuse me?”
“Oh.” He clears his throat, looking away when you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry Miss, you must be shopping for gifts—“
“Yeah.” You snort, nodding to the pink cat ear headset in your basket. “Gifts for me.”
“Oh!” He brightens up. Motioning to your basket. “Great choices! Do you perhaps have a membership with us yet? I don’t believe I have seen you in here before.”
“I actually do.” Turning around to look at him, you squint at his name badge. “You’re the manager?”
“Owner, actually!” He says proudly. Lifting up his lanyard to tap the title on his work ID. “I’m here all of the time.”
“Oh wow, that’s great. I actually just moved into town a couple of weeks ago, still getting settled in.”
Heeseung lights up even more, smiling from ear to ear. “Seriously? No wonder I haven’t seen you here before. What brings you to town?”
“Well,” appearing in thought, you shrug. “Work.”
“What do you do?” He asks curiously, shaking his head. “Sorry sorry, you don't have to answer. I get caught up in conversation sometimes—“
“I’m a streamer.” You nod, showing him the basket in your hold. “Gaming.”
Heeseung’s throat bobs, letting out a small ‘ah.’ As if everything makes sense now. Really kicking himself in the ass for prioritizing this managerial job over his dreams of gaming online for thousands of viewers and admirers. He could have been as world renowned as Faker if he had committed to working hard on building a platform. “That’s such a cool job.” He forces himself to say. Beginning to feel awkward for not responding immediately, he counts the items in your basket. “You know what, since you’re buying so much I’d love to offer you a discount!”
“Oh what? No, I don’t need one. Seriously, thank you though.” You’re fast to reject his offer. Shyly flushing and looking away. Pretending to be distracted by the wall of plushies.
“No no, please! Think of it as a moving gift. I’m sure as an online gamer you’ll be frequenting this area quite often.”
“Well,” shifting from side to side for a minute, you nod and grab one more gift card. “I’m doing a few giveaways for my viewers.” You inform, following him to the register.
“Wow that’s really cool, you must have quite the following.”
Jungwon and Jake watch from the side with their jaws on the floor. Heeseung could possibly be the most oblivious dense clueless idiot they've ever known. Speaking to a pretty girl he could easily engage in flirtatious conversation with as if she’s just another customer, neither of them can believe it.
“Mm.. I guess I do.” Brushing off the topic, you throw a few keychains into your basket. “Might as well make the most of this discount.” You shrug, smiling at the other employees. Jake clears his throat, diverting his gaze as if he wasn’t just gawking at you as Jungwon moves away quickly to hide in the break room.
“How’s 15 percent sound?” Heeseung smiles, the same customer service smile he’s dawned for years now. The type of smile you have to force after months of dealing with scammer returns, thievery, and fraudulent coupons.
“I’ll take it!” You eagerly express, bouncing up and down. He gulps, eyes going wide as he focuses on ringing up your items.
“You’re already a member, you said?”
“Oh yeah, my emails thedruidessnymph at gmail.”
Heeseung’s fingers hover over the register keyboard, repeating your email in his head. He slowly lifts his head to meet your gaze. “D-do you play D&D too?”
Lighting up at the mention of the game, you nod. “I used to! In high school, I’ve been too busy to really involve myself anymore. Do you play?”
He nods, turning around to fiddle with different advertisement flyers and free gaming magazines to add to your bag. “I’m a wizard.”
Putting your items away, he states your total. Not once confused by the black card you retrieve from your wallet to pay with. “What’s your specialty?”
Heeseung scratches his Adam's apple, eyeing the vent above his head. Why’s it so hot in here all of a sudden? “Illusionists.”
“That’s really cool, I know wizards aren’t really utilized in battle but I can definitely see how throwing out some spells could really assist your side.”
Wiping the trickles of sweat forming at his nape, he dry swallows. “Uh huh,” handing you your bag of items, he waves to end this conversation.
“Aren’t you going to ask me about my specialty?” You playfully ask, taking your purchase.
Heeseung forces himself to smile, tight-lipped. “You’re a druid.”
“I prefer druidess, but yes.” You say proudly, moving to stand at the side of the register. “I’ve thought about changing my character a few times, a sorcerer or a warlock sounds much cooler. But I’m kind of attached to the lore I’ve built.”
“Do you transform at all?” Pretending to be busy with organizing the mess that Jungwon’s left at the register, he keeps his head low. He’s never been great at maintaining eye contact for too long, most especially with the opposite gender.
“That’s the thing, I turn into a wolf.” Lifting your hand up to form a paw, you let out a soft growl. “Real scary, huh?”
Heeseung’s lips twitch with a real smile, clearing his throat and shaking it off. “There isn’t much of a D&D community around here, but if you ever want to do some live action gaming, in the next town over; I’ve gone a few times. It’s nothing really crazy, just a bunch of people dressed up as their characters out in the woods.”
“You mean, like, larping?”
The sound of Jake groaning from behind a shelf he’s been pretending to stock tickles at his ears. Ignoring that, he turns to look at you, blinking in disbelief. “D-do you larp?”
“I’ve always wanted to! I have such good costume ideas. I’ll bring them next time to show you! Oh my God that’d be so fun!”
Heeseung should correct himself, because he wasn’t inviting you. No, only making a recommendation, but now you’re smiling at him as if this is the most exciting news you’ve heard all day and he can’t deny you. “Next time you come into the store?”
“Yeah, told you, I’ll be here a lot. Better get used to this face.” You sound even more bubbly now. A real pep in your step and he wonders if he just unintentionally initiated a friendship. Softly laughing to make himself do something, he shoots you a thumbs up.
“Yeah, I’ll..” really looking at your face, he licks at his lips. Taking in your eyes, nose, and teeth that are aligned in a nearly perfect way. Fresh glowy skin and hair framing your face. “I’ll remember.”
“Great!” Leaning onto the register counter, you squint at his name badge. “Heeseung! Thanks again for the discount!”
“No problem.” He waves goodbye, looking away before you exit the store. Only when the bell above the door chimes does he take a deep breath, fanning his face. “Need to check on that A/C.”
“Dude what the fuck was that.” Jake exclaims, jogging over to the register. “What were you talking about for so long?”
Heeseung shrugs, picking up a box of damaged returns to take to the back. “Nothing really. New customer is all.”
Jungwon exits the bathroom as they enter the small break room, excitedly hopping over to where Heeseung begins to cut up empty game boxes. “Did you get her number?”
“What?!”
Jake sighs, shoving Jungwon back. “Dude not to sound crazy because even I’m confused, but she was totally flirting with you!”
“Oh, you’re definitely crazy.” He nervously laughs, throwing out the rest of the damaged merchandise. “She’s new in town, I was just giving her some recommendations on what to do around here.”
“Larping?!” Jake shouts, cupping his forehead and groaning. “Listen to me, Heeseung, as your best employee and best friend.”
“Please stop self-titling yourself.”
“As your best employee and best friend!” Jake repeats, following him to the little janitor’s closet he uses as an office. “That girl was most definitely into you, I don’t know why but—“
“Thanks man.”
Jungwon huddles behind Jake in the doorway of the closet. “She looked so familiar.” He ponders, pinching his chin. “But I mean, if Jake’s right then you should totally go for it! You need to get laid, man.”
“I’d really love it if you guys would go work the register and actually stock some of the new shipment.” Heeseung looks at his friends pitifully. “I haven’t had breakfast today, and my stomachs starting to rumble.”
The two watch as he pulls out a snack pack of cheese and nuts, stuffing his cheeks in front of the computer screen showing visuals of the store. Moving on from the subject as he opens up his emails and lets out a tired sigh.
“Fine Heeseung.” Jake grinds his teeth, glaring at Jungwon. “Enjoy your lunch.”
———————————-
“Ddongy, I’m home.”
Heeseung’s baby bombay cat scampers down the corridor to where he’s still removing his shoes by the door. “Woah woah!” Laughing as he moves around to shut the door behind him, he picks up his 8 month old baby, immediately burying his face into Ddongy’s soft fury stomach. “Ahh, I missed you.”
Making his way to the kitchen, he rubs his cheeks against Ddongy’s, enjoying the purrs his kitten lets out before setting him down on the floor to grab him treats. “I know I know, I’m home late.”
A few of Ddongy’s favorite treats appeases him enough to forgive and forget, at least until dinner time when he’ll be screaming and clawing up Heeseung’s leg to be immediately fed. “Today was a lot.”
Setting his palms against the kitchen counter, he hangs his head. It’s already 6pm, already dark outside, and he’s been up since 5am. Going in to open the store and do most of the work before his friends clock in at 10am for opening, he needs a minute to refresh himself before he can enjoy a hot meal.
Making his way to the bathroom, he begins to strip off his clothes. Tossing his shirt uniform onto a hanger before he turns on the shower. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, something he typically tries to avoid.
It’s been awhile since Heeseung really took the time to look at himself. His eye bags have gotten bigger, cheeks more sunken, skin more pale and sallow, and his hairs nearly half way down his neck. God, he needs to schedule a haircut.
He needs to sleep more. He needs to eat better and stop stuffing his face with instant ramen. He needs to drink water instead of soda. He needs to start washing his face, maybe throw on some skincare every now and then.
He needs to do so much, and yet he can’t find the motivation to.
He needs to get laid.
According to his friends, that should be his first priority. And as much as he hates to agree with them about something so superficial, he can’t say they’re wrong.
“She definitely was not flirting with me.” He says to his reflection, taking in how exhausted he looks one more time before stepping into the shower.
It has been months since he last had sex. Not because he’s not horny and desperate for it, his calloused palms would highly dispute that argument.
Sex can be hard. It shouldn’t be hard to enjoy sex. At least he doesn’t think it should be, and he’s not quite comfortable enough with his sex obsessed friends to admit that. They don’t need to know that he feels more empty mentally than he does physically after he has sex. That he prefers to get off to romantic fanfiction about Genshin Impact characters instead of watching hardcore porn.
They berate him enough for not wanting to hit up clubs or college parties they get invited to. Heeseung’s convinced somethings wrong with him, he hasn’t had a real girlfriend since his freshman year of high school, and that could hardly qualify as a real relationship.
As he scrubs his skin with a washcloth and soap, he really tries to think about what happened today. Namely, he thinks about you. Were you flirting with him? And why couldn’t he pick up on it if you were? Why did he start to feel nauseous and clammy while having a very normal conversation with you? Why does the thought of your smile make his stomach turn, even now, hours later.
He dries off and feeds Ddongy, right on time as his cat paws at the sweats he pulls on and his feet pad over to the kitchen. “Good boy,” he hums, squatting down to scratch down his back. “You’re eating so well Ddongy.”
It’s 8pm now, and Heeseung has to wake up early to open the store again. He sighs and plops into his computer chair. Rubbing the desire to sleep away from his face as he logs onto discord and finds his friends are all active.
MysticWizardFate1015: ‘Going to keep it easy and play Stardew tonight guys.’
Opening up a stream and setting up for his screen to be shared with any viewers that enter, he slouches and turns on the game. Nothing he has to think too deeply about. Simple enough to entice his brain without wanting to keep him up for hours with the need to play.
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Heeseung, we’ve been talking. After telling Jay about your potential new girlfriend, we agree, she was into you.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Yeah dude, fuck this game. We finally have something interesting to talk about on here.’
FingeringMyGuitar02: ‘I hear she’s way out of your league though.’
Heeseung groans, pausing the game to read what his immature friends are going on about. “Guys, come on. This isn’t what I logged on for.”
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Yes it is. We need to figure out how to get you a girlfriend.’
FingeringMyGuitar02: ‘She sounds like your type though! And Jake looked up the last email you typed in, said she does a lot of online shopping. If she keeps coming back into the store then she definitely wants you.’
“Jake, you did what?! That’s—that’s against policy!” Heeseung throws off his headset, grabbing his phone to text Jake separately.
IKEUDICKEU: ‘It was an accident! I was gonna search myself up to see when I last bought something and her email came up as a recommendation!’
Heeseung grumbles, half buying that lie. Knowing that the ancient POS system they use does for some reason prompt the last thing he typed to pop up whenever he even grazes the keyboard. “Jake, my office, tomorrow.”
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Dude, you know we both can’t fit in there.’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Anyway, she lives only a few blocks away from the store. I’ll try to find more information, but she might use a pseudonym online because the name she registered with isn’t coming up with shit.’
“This is stalking!” Heeseung shouts, startling Ddongy and quickly apologizing. “Please, let’s be normal here! She probably has a boyfriend.”
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Does that mean you’re interested in finding out?’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Yeah, fuck all of this for a second Hee. Are you attracted to her? Would you be interested in a girl like that if she is into you?’
“I..” leaning back into his gaming chair, he rubs at his temples. Closing his eyes shut to really think about what he’s going to say. The same smile that’s been plaguing the back of his mind all day reappears. Biting down on his lip to stop himself from reacting, he slips down into his seat. Rolling his eyes up to look at the ceiling. “I find her very attractive.”
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Great! That’s all we needed to hear.’
———————————-
To say that today has started off terribly would be an understatement.
Ddongy decided that 3am was a perfect time to catch a case of the zoomies. Racing around the living room bouncing off the walls and waking Heeseung up.
Of course he fell asleep at the computer after arguing with his friends about his nonexistent love life for another hour until they all logged off and decided to meet up to get burgers. He passed, knowing that he’d have to wake up at the crack of dawn to drive himself to work.
Making Ddongy give him kisses despite how he writhed in his hands, he laughed, and stumbled right into his kitchen table stubbing his toe. Clasping a hand across his mouth to stop himself from shouting out a pained howl. He hopped around on one foot, his other throbbing as he reached the kitchen counter and Ddongy tilted his small kitten head in confusion watching his owner hunch over and whimper into his hand.
On top of his back cracking a hundred different ways from sleeping in the most foul of positions, he limped to his car after getting an hour of sleep in his actual bed. Deciding to leave a little early to grab himself a hot coffee before heading into work. That would definitely set his day straight, some strong hot caffeine.
Or at least it would have, if he hadn’t misplaced his store keys and hadn’t fumbled the paper cup in his hold as he reached into the bottom of his backpack in search of the keys.
This time he let out an anguished frustrated cry, echoing out into the empty parking lot as hot coffee drenched his pants.
“Fuck!! FUCK!!” He shouted, jumping up and down in place to shake the liquid off.
There’s just no way he can make today any better. Not with rent due at the end of the month, not with the electricity bill being higher than it ever is, not with the $8 he wasted on coffee only to paint his pants with.
Now he’s sulking over a small cup of instant brew, failing to convince himself that it doesn’t taste like pure dirt water. This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.
And he should know better than to speak too soon.
“Riwoo, how many times do I have to tell you that you cannot open up a trading card set until you pay!” Heeseung hates raising his voice, especially at work. He tries to keep it at a whispered tone, peering over the shelves at Jake who’s been playing a game on his phone behind the register ever since he clocked in an hour ago.
Don’t ever hire your friends.
“Shut up Lee,” this damn snarky kid has the audacity to scoff at him. “You know I have the money.”
“That doesn’t matter Riwoo!” The entrance chimes again, but he doesn’t look. Too flustered as he follows after one of the many teenagers that insists on making his life a living hell. “You cannot open that set until you pay!”
“Here!” Riwoo shouts, hurling a twenty dollar bill at him. “Damn.”
“At the register!” Heeseung gripes, reminding himself to breathe.
“Holy shit!” Riwoo jumps onto the tips of his feet, victoriously raising up a Charizard GX card. One that immediately draws Heeseung’s eye and gathers drool around his tongue. “And this my friends! Is why I continue to put up with this fucking nerd!” He turns around, holding the card up like a trophy with spread open lifted arms.
“T-that’s a rare Charizard.” He says more to himself. Slowly reaching for the card only for Riwoo to snatch it away, furrowing his eyebrows angrily.
“I know that idiot, don’t touch!”
“No no!” Heeseung stammers, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. “Here, take your money back, you cannot leave this store with that Pokémon set.”
“The hell I can’t!” Riwoo runs away down the aisle, making Heeseung chase after him. He moves to the next row to stop him, only to be met with a foot slamming into his shin. The same one leading down to his stubbed toe, he cries out. Dragging down a bunch of games lined up on a shelf nearby as he falls down to his knees and the stupid kid runs past him flipping him off. “Fucking loser!”
The door's bells chime a few times, probably all of his friends running out after him to cheer him on. Heeseung catches his breath, sitting on his ass and rubbing his shin.
God, that was embarrassing..
“Dude.” Jake frowns at him, coming to stand in front of him. “That was embarrassing.”
“I’m aware.” Heeseung mumbles, glaring at his best friend for not even offering to help him stand up.
“Yeah, mostly because that girl came in.” Jake continues, fussing with his hair. “Something about a thank you card for yesterday.” He motions toward the register. “And she saw you chasing around that 15 year old..”
“What?!” Heeseung jumps to stand, hissing and cradling his shin. Large eyes darting around the store in search of your face.
“I dunno, she uh, left after Riwoo ran out.” Frowning at the older, he pats his shoulder. “Was nice to dream. For what it’s worth, I really do think she was into you before she saw you bullying a kid.”
“I was not bullying him!” Stomping over to the register with his one good leg, mostly hobbling, he grabs his keys. Pausing when he spots a hot pink envelope with the nicest cursive writing he’s seen spelling out ‘Thank You’.
“Is this from her?” Picking up the envelope to inspect it, he sniffs. Catching a trace of sweetness, something sugary and clean. Is that perfume?..
“Yeah, told you, she had some excuse about wanting to thank the manager for the discount yesterday.” Jake waves it off like no big deal. Informing Heeseung that he’ll be taking his 15 minute break(that will inevitably be 30 minutes) even though he just clocked in an hour ago.
“A thank you note?” Wrinkling his eyebrows together, he leans against the register counter. The pain going up his shin slowly fading as he does his best to gently tear open the pink folded paper.
Pulling out two papers folded together inside, he opens them to find your writing.
‘Great wizard, I’ve scoured the lands in search of assistance for centuries now. My breed has been on the decline, and I, without a mate, cannot reproduce to assist my dying population.
I ask for your help now wizard of mystic and illusions to guide me and direct my way to a successful future.
(btw included a sketch I made of my costume a few years ago! pls don’t laugh!! I’m way better at drawing now!! ;~;)’
Heeseung quickly pulls out the next page, jaw dropping at the drawing. It’s clearly you, with a wolf skull on your head, more strings and straps on your figure than actual clothing, and a deadly looking bow and arrow across your back. His fingers drag down the drawing to the boots you’ve drawn, decorated with sharp canine teeth along the sides. He can picture you wearing this, and once again he purses his lips annoyed, arching his neck back to glare at the ceiling vent.
“Electricity bill so high for what—“
Cool air hits his face silencing him. Licking at his lips, he drags a sweaty palm down his pants still carrying the smell of coffee. Rubbing his stomach that feels more like wings fluttering and beating against his insides than actual nausea.
Now why would butterflies be erupting in his stomach?
“Oh fuck.”
Heeseung wipes at the back of his neck, fanning his shirt off of his chest. He’s being ridiculous, he’s too old to have a crush! What even is a crush? Reddit might know.
There’s no way he’s about to hop onto Reddit to fucking seek advice on this.
Why is my throat tightening up? Am I getting sick? Or did I just fall in love?
God, he’s screwed. And his shin really hurts. Enough to make him want to permanently ban Riwoo from ever entering this store again. Not that he will, unfortunately he’s all too familiar with Riwoo’s family situation. He and his mother have been squatting at a hotel a few blocks away for over a month now, only barely finding a room to share with his brother. That damn Pokémon card could be the highlight of his year, whereas it's a mere blow to Heeseung’s ego.
“Whatever.” Tossing his phone down after searching through different threads, he’s positive he’s not developing feelings. Maybe all the shitty convenience food that makes up 95% of his diet has finally caught up to him. Yeah, that’s probably it.
“Alright, I’m out of here.” Jake announces after taking his lunch. Once again reiterating that Heeseung really needs to post a ‘help wanted’ sign, or online advertisements.
“Have a hot date tonight.” He says proudly. Licking two of his fingers before he drags them across his eyebrows to smooth them down. “Girl with these tig ‘ole bitties.” He cups around his chest, squishing his eyebrows together. “Moved into my building, and fuck man, I need to get some of that.”
Jake’s probably one of his horniest friends, ever since they entered high school he’s been on a mission to shove his dick inside of any hole that will host him. When he’s not thinking about sex, he’s thinking about the last time he had sex, or looking up new positions he hasn’t tried yet. His mind screams for sex sex sex, directing most of the conversations they have to talk about sex.
Heeseung sighs, shrugging, he waves off his friend. “Hey dude,” Jake pauses before heading out. Tugging a red velvet beret onto his head. “Sorry I won’t be able to catch your stream tonight, but you should skip it and get some rest. You look like shit..”
Reaching past the register, he squeezes Heeseung’s shoulder and makes his way out of the store, bouncing on balls of his feet before jumping into the air and clicking his ankles together. All that Heeseung can think while watching his friend leave is what a shame it is that he refuses to get into D&D.
He’d make a great gnome.
The rest of the night goes pretty easy, allowing him ample time to clean up the mess he created earlier while chasing Riwoo around. He finishes stocking the shipment that came in yesterday. Eyeing the time before deciding he can shut off the register and outdoor lights to start working on a new display. This might be one of his favorite parts of the job.
Unraveling his headphones that are hanging on for dear life, he slots them into his ears and plugs in his phone. The best part about working a double shift from open to close is definitely how quiet and peaceful the store feels. It’s the one time Heeseung really gets to enjoy one of the many playlists he creates only to ignore 5 days out of the week and leave playing as low volume tunes while he games.
Tonight’s playlist of 2000s club hits really titillates him, working through cleaning and wiping down the area he’s going to set out the latest Mario Kart game. He’s been dealing with the layout and design through emails all week with Nintendo corporate. They’re more particular and demanding than they should be given the revenue they pull in and how effortlessly their games fly off the shelves.
He pauses to look over the display photos they’ve sent over before diving into cutting boxes open. He’ll have to get this done pretty fast if he wants to get home on time to feed Ddongy before it’s too late and his baby ignores him for the rest of the night.
“Oh, this is my song!” He mumbles to himself. Pulling out different cut outs of Mario and Princess Peach to set up. His hips shimmy along to the music blasting from his headphones, moving with a mind of their own as he sings along.
‘She’s nothing like the girl you’ve ever seen before! Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood whore!’ Picking up the box cutter he’s been using, he slides it shut. Raising the tool closer to his lips to sing into it like a mic. ‘I’m trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful!’
He slides down the aisle and back again, eyes shut, lifting one of his arms up and rolling his hips into a circle. ‘The way that booty moving I can’t take no more! Have to stop what I’m doing so I can pull her close!’
Spinning on his foot, he wraps around the air in front of him. Shoving his hips forward to mimic himself grinding against another body on the dance floor. ‘I’m trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful!!’
Right as the beat drops, he stomps and breaks into a dance through the aisle. Squeezing his eyes shut while throwing his hips from side to side. ‘Damn girl!’ Heeseung throws his head back, tossing his head around. His messy unstyled hair flops with him. ‘Damn you’s a sexy b—‘ lifting a hand to his mouth, he covers it before getting the curse word out. ‘Damn you’s a sexy—ahh!!’
Straightening his neck, his eyes flicker open, landing on your amused smile at the end of the aisle. His feet cross, ankles twisting together and before Heeseung can even process what’s just happened, his phone flies from his pocket into the air. The wires of his headphones latched onto a part of the display sticking out, ripping the buds from his ears. Pain shoots through his shin once again as he lands fully onto his knees inside of one of the boxes he’s opened. Crushing Wario’s face as the cardboard digs into the front of his shin and knee and he lets out an anguished cry.
“Oh my God!”
Oh this day. This day could not get worse.
Heeseung’s shin is officially down 2 points now, when he was never even aware of the scoreboard to begin with. He slumps back into the display set up, clutching his leg up to his chest and hissing. “I’m so sorry—I thought maybe you’d heard me come in! The door was unlocked!”
Blinking up, he can’t believe it’s you again. Especially since you came by earlier unbeknownst to him and got to witness a 15 year old handing him his own ass on a platter. “Huh?!”
Too tired and beyond mortified to process what the hell you’re rambling about. He rolls up his jeans and curses under his breath. Of course he scrapped the first layer of skin right off of his knee, that would explain the throbbing. “Oh my God that looks terrible, where’s your first aid kit?!” You ask frantically.
Shoving his pants back down, he nods toward the break room entrance. Grabbing onto the shelf of games nearby to pull himself up. Your hands hover near his torso, reaching for his free arm while insisting to help him stand. “Please please I’m really sorry about this! I really thought you heard the door chime.”
Ah shit. He didn’t lock the doors. “I should have, I don’t know—I should have!” You continue to ramble. Dragging your fingers through your hair in a rather anxious and crazed manner. Wide eyes bouncing around the store for an escape or something to hide under.
“It’s okay.” He says quietly, gently taking your wrists and moving your hands away from pulling at your hair. “I had my headphones on—“
Pausing mid-sentence, he slowly blinks. Picturing the smile on your face when he spotted you leaning against one of the shelfs watching him dance like a complete fool to Sexy Bitch. Oh God.
“How long have you been here?” He wearily asks, not really wanting to hear an answer.
“Five?.. Seven minutes?” You shrug nervously. Picking up his phone for him to make sure he didn’t crack the screen.
“I don’t always do that.” He mumbles, internally convulsing. He nods as a thank you as he accepts his phone. “We’re supposed to be closed..”
“I know, I’m sorry, I should have known that—honestly though, you dance really good!”
Ugh.
Heeseung grimaces, looking away and scratching at his Adams apple. His knee throbs harder, imploring him to grab ice from the fridge. The walk up the stairs to his apartment is gonna blow harder than usual tonight.
“You said the first aid is back here?” Moving around him, you point toward the door leading to the break room. Shooting his eyes open he follows behind you, hobbling on one foot.
“You can’t go back there!”
“Why?..”
“You don’t work here!” He says adamantly, swallowing when you begin to squint at him. “Company policy..”
“Don’t you like.. own this place?” You ask, continuing to question him with your gaze. Heeseung nods, pushing the break room door open.
“You’re right, I guess it doesn’t matter..”
Moments like this really set in how right his friends are about him. He’s an uptight hardass nerd that could benefit from a night out, dancing with real women instead of the ones he only imagines. “I mean, if you really aren’t okay with me being here right now, I can leave.” You murmur, anxiously fiddling with your fingers. “I just feel really bad about your leg.”
“It’s okay, you can come back here. I’ll allow it.” Turning his back toward you, he squeezes his eyes mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to himself. Why is he such a dweeb?!
“I really am sorry Heeseung, about startling you like that. I should have came by earlier but I got busy with some last minute errands.” You wave off, looking around the small break room.
Limping to the bathroom, he comes back to the table where the guys usually eat their meals. Dumping the first aid kit open with a look of confusion. “We close at 8.”
“I know—I—I know that.” You stammer a little, picking up a few of the alcohol swab packets. “Can I?”
Heeseung eyes you apprehensively, chewing his bottom lip for a few seconds before nodding and perching his bottom against the table. Setting his leg onto one of the chairs, he hisses as he rolls his jeans back up and winces at the sight of his scuffed knee, already beginning to swell with a bruise. Great.
“Here I thought I was going to make you feel better.” Muttering under your breath, you grab a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Moving down onto your knees for a better view of his leg. He hisses as you start to clean off his wound, apologizing with each swipe.
“Wh-what are you doing here this late? I thought you came in today already?” Taking this chance to get a good look at your face while you focus, he really starts to study your features. Much like the other day you have on some makeup, eyeliner and mascara. A little of that glowly stuff on your cheeks and nose bridge. And your lips, they’re cutely shaped, almost like a heart. More pronounced by whatever tint and sparkly gloss you have on. His mouth tweaks to one side, the only thought running through his mind is how pretty you are. Even as you dab the deeper part of his cut with an alcohol swab that burns and makes him shiver.
You’re pretty. You’re really pretty.
Too pretty for him.
“So yeah, I tried talking to that kid. Riwoo?”
Wait what? Snapping himself out of his thoughts he focuses on your voice, looking away when you look up at him. “When he ran out, I went after him to see if he’d cut me a deal.”
“What??” He sits up straight. Hissing as he shoves his jeans back down and moves away from the table. “You talked to Riwoo? Why?”
“Well, for the Charizard card—
There is absolutely no way this day could get worse. It’s almost laughable, except it’s way too embarrassing, and if he ever had a chance with you he undoubtedly ruined that after this day.
“The Charizard card.” He repeats monotonously. Eyes darting to your hands diving into your bag.
“Riwoo wouldn’t sell me his.. I really tried to bargain with him but, I did some digging around online and actually found a guy in town with the exact same card.”
“T-that’s a secret rare Charizard GX card.” He thinks his lips move to say, maybe that’s his voice speaking. But all that he can focus on is the colors beaming back at him under the break room's fluorescent lights, blurring the wishful look on your face from behind the piece of expensive paper you’re holding up for him.
“Yeah, I really hope it’s legit cause,” you laugh awkwardly, stretching your arm out toward him. “It’s yours.”
“What?!” He stumbles back, raising his hands away from the card. Huffing a mildly terrified laugh at the idea of accepting such an outrageous offer. “For h-how much??”
“Oh, I wasn’t—I’m not charging you anything! You seemed like you really wanted this.” You shrug, capturing your bottom lip to bite on. “Here, please, take it.”
Shaking the card at him, his eyes go wide enough to fall out. Shaking his head rapidly, he waves his arms in dismay. “You’re crazy, I can’t accept that?!”
“Why?? Is it fake??”
“No!” Reaching to pull on his hair, he stares at the card in disbelief. Slowly dragging his gaze from the pretty manicured designs on your nails to the bracelets you have on, your slouchy sweater, and then to your pretty pretty face. So freaking pretty.
A pretty girl offering him a rare Charizard GX as if it’s a fucking piece of gum. This day could actually not get any crazier.
“I really cannot accept that. Thank you though.”
The small amount of hope on your face crumbles, dragging the corners of your lips down as you nod and put the card back away inside of your wallet of all places. His teeth grind, holding himself back from saying anything about how you should be taking care of such a rare card. “I should uh, clean up the mess I made.” Motioning to exit the break room, he steps back for you to step out first. Turning the lights off and jingling the store keys in his pocket.
“It’s really late now..” you mention, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Can I at least drive you home? For all the trouble I’ve caused?”
Heeseung’s mouth opens to reply, ready to shake his head ‘no’ until he thinks about Ddongy meowing at him this morning.
His baby!
“Ddongy!” He panics. Quickly shoving the boxes of the display aside to clear the path of the aisle.
“What?”
“My cat!” Tugging at his hair again, he jogs to the registers to make sure they’re turned off. “I have to go! He hasn’t ate since morning!
“Oh my God..” you say in awe, following him around as he runs from corner to corner of the store checking all the plugs. “You have a cat..”
Coming to a stop to look at you, he laughs to pretend like he didn’t just act like some crazy cat dad. “Uh, yeah I do.”
“Ddongy?” Hiding your smile, you pull out keys from your pocket. Dangling them with that same hopeful look on your face from before. “Can I please take you home to feed your cat?
Heeseung can feel his ears start to burn up, smoothing his hair down over them, he’s suddenly thankful that he’s been too lazy and busy to schedule a haircut. He can’t really turn you down again right? Then you’d really think that he has zero interest in getting to know you.
“Sure.”
Sure this sounds like a good idea, until he walks outside with you and remembers to lock the store doors this time, turning around to see his lonesome car parked alone in the lot. He pretends to not notice and follows you, albeit still limping, he keeps up with your pace with a forced smile on his face. “You really don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” You grin, jogging to open the passenger door for him. The smile on your face growing to a large one stretched from ear to ear. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll let me meet Ddongy.”
Heeseung lets his back melt into your cushy furry leopard seat covers. Darting his eyes all over, he counts the different Hello Kitty air fresheners you have. Takes a deep breath of how nice and floral your car smells. “So, where to?”
Rubbing his sweaty palms down the tops of his thighs, he starts listing out directions. Not living too far away from the store, you mention that he’s only a couple of streets away from you. “Guess we would have run into each other eventually.”
“Yeah, uhm, yeah maybe.” Trying to stay calm, he avoids eye contact when you park. “Well, thank you for driving me home.”
“Aw come on Heeseung! I wanna meet Ddongy!” You whine, making his chest shrivel from inside.
“Right right, okay. He might be cranky because I’m late and he’s a little weird around strangers still..”
“Well I’m great with animals!” Skipping behind him, you follow him up the stairs to his apartment, each step shooting painful pangs up his leg. For once he feels grateful that he lives in such an old building and won’t have to take an awkward elevator ride with you. Humming and keeping his gaze focused on his feet to cover up his heavy breathing.
“Sorry if it’s a mess, I wasn’t expecting any guests.” Unlocking the front door, he can already hear Ddongy’s claws scratching down the wood floor as he runs akin to a bat out of hell down the hallway toward his owner. Releasing a cried meow, he paws at Heeseung’s legs before he can fully step out of his shoes. “I know buddy, I know. I’m late, again.” He sighs, reaching under Ddongy’s arms to scoop him up as he stands.
“Oh my Gosh! He’s precious!” You squeal, making grabby hands by your chin. Not wanting to startle his cat the way you got Heeseung earlier, you enter inside behind him, following his lead with removing your shoes. “He looks like Toothless!”
A smile pokes out his cheek dimples, rubbing one of his kittens ears flexing around on airplane mode when you speak. “Yeah, he kind of does.” Ddongy squirms in his arms, reminding him that he needs to eat, now. “Come on, I’ll let you give him a treat.”
Leading you to the kitchen, he sets Ddongy down to feed him. Taking out a few treats, he hands you 2 of them and nods for you to offer them to his cat. “He needs to get used to your scent.” Heeseung yawns, raising an eyebrow when Ddongy eats right out of your palm and rubs his cheeks against the back of your hand.
“Pffft…this cat.”
“Aw he likes me.” The same smile you’ve had on the entire way home beams up at him. “Like father like son.”
Heeseung chokes on his spit, setting Ddongy’s food down before he lifts up to stretch his back, reaching for the cabinet above him for support. “You must be tired.” You say, scratching Ddongy’s back and tail before standing up. “It’s late, daddy needs to eat and sleep too.”
Again, he struggles to swallow his own spit, letting out an awkward laugh. He smooths his hair over his ears again. “Not trying to kick you out or anything, you’re welcome to stay.”
“Oh? Am I?” Tilting your head to one side, your smile turns more flirtatious with raised eyebrows. He has to look away, scratching at his chest.
“God, I’m so rude, huh? Would you like anything to drink? Water? Soda?” He frets, rushing for the fridge to look inside of. Not that he has much to offer.
“That’s okay Heeseung. I’m pretty tired too.” As if on cue, you yawn, covering your mouth with a laugh. “Might stop by tomorrow for that new Mario Kart release.”
“Oh right right.” Shit. He’s going to have to wake up super early to get that display done before the store opens. “I’ll walk you out.”
“Don’t worry about it,” you wink, bending down to pet Ddongy rubbing his cheek against your leg. “He must really like me.”
Yeah. Heeseung thinks, fingers itching by his hips to stop you from leaving, unsure of what else he could even say if you were to stay.
He must really like you.
“Night Heeseung, get some rest.” You wave, turning to leave his apartment. He follows after you, waving goodbye. Locking the door when you exit without watching you until you make it to the end of the hallway. That might be too weird, right? He doesn’t want to seem weird.
Then again, you showed up at his job after closing with a rare Charizard GX collector card.. which you likely spent hundreds of dollars on and then offered to him for free.
That’s not necessarily proof that you’re into him, but it definitely makes some convincing evidence if he really sits down to think about it. That and how you offered to patch up his bloody shin, getting down on your knees without a second thought before cleaning off his wound.
And then insisting on driving him home.. begging to meet his cat.. maybe he’s reading too into things.
A knock on his door pulls him from his delusions, peaking through the peephole before he unlocks it, fully expecting to see you again. His eyebrows raise as he opens the door and finds a bag of takeout waiting for him, the delivery guy already on his way back to his car.
‘Make sure you eat something else besides ramen sometimes boss.
-Jakey Jakey’
Heeseung smiles, shutting the door and making his way back to the kitchen. Other than thinking about sex, Jake does remember to be a caring friend sometimes.
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Nothing wakes you up quite like a ball of furry cat butt in your face.
Heeseung groans, dragging his palms down Ddongy’s back. “Who needs an alarm when I have you, my son.”
And he’s thankful that Ddongy reminds him, whether he’s aware that he does or not, that he needs to head to the store earlier today. The pain shooting up his shin also reminds him that he needs to get going before the train leaves without him.
Making his way to work, he’s shocked to see Jake sitting out front with his face buried in a cup of coffee. “Hee, what took you so long man?”
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you off today?”
Jake jumps up, carrying an extra cup of hot coffee, now mostly lukewarm. “Why’s your car here?”
Heeseung thanks his friend for the coffee, appreciating the small amount of warmth running down his throat. Turning around to look at his car that’s been parked overnight, he smiles and presses the coffee to his lips. “I guess it’s a long story.”
Jake squints at him, raising a curious eyebrow. “We have time.”
It only takes an hour to fix up the display with his friend's help, much faster than he would have been able to alone with the way Jake bounces off the walls as he retells last night's events.
“Dude, she’s totally into you!!” He squeals, running up and down the aisle with his hands waving about. “I can’t believe this! Do you know how much she had to pay for that stupid Pokémon card?! Those things cost a fortune!”
Heeseung hasn’t really considered the fact that you spent money, your own money to get him a Charizard card that he fought a teenager for..
“You think she likes me?”
“Dude, come on man!” Jake squeaks, grabbing onto his shoulders. “You cannot be this dense!” Snapping his fingers, he clutches onto the back of his neck, drawing the taller closer to himself. “I need you to listen to me, and I really mean listen to me.”
Heeseung nods, nervously gulping. “This girl, she’s hot. She’s really attractive man, like..” he bites down on his lip, shaking his head. “She’s so fucking sexy dude.”
Heeseung’s ears burn, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. He’s listening, he is, he’s understanding everything his friend is saying, but accepting how attractive you are is only going to make all of this so much more difficult for him to believe. “Why would she like me?”
Jake sighs, dragging his hands down his shoulders to look him over. The greasy strands of hair hanging over his forehead, his dark eye bags, chapped lips, the same faded uniform shirt he’s worn everyday this week. “Give yourself credit, she likes something about you.”
She likes something about you.
That’s all Heeseung can think about for the rest of the day as he sorts through go backs, damages out returns, and responds to emails from different vendors and suppliers. You like something about him.
Maybe you like something about him..
He’s thankful that Jake decided to come in today, the extra help was more needed than he thought. And driving himself home felt like a huge relief after working all day. The extra long hot shower he took was even more necessary than he realized, making him question if he should really hire a couple of more employees.
Not that he can afford to.
After feeding Ddongy and making himself a proper meal(albeit with some of the leftovers from the food Jake got him) he sits down at his computer chair. Getting comfortable before logging on to find none of his friends online. “Oh.”
Shrugging, he cracks his knuckles and turns on a live stream anyway. Maybe they’ll show up eventually, or maybe they’re all busy, having actual lives to attend to..
League of Legends sounds like the perfect option to lose himself in tonight. His eyes burn as he stares at the screen and becomes engrossed in the game, not even noticing when a new user enters the stream.
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Hey!’
The sound of a new message startles him, glancing down, he squints as something peeking out from under his keyboard catches his attention and he pauses the game.
Charizard beams back at him when he moves his keyboard aside and he can’t stop a smile from pushing the apples of his cheeks up. “Wow.”
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Playing league tonight?’
The chat startles him again, glancing at the screen to see that a few of his online gaming friends have joined, along with a newcomer. “That’s a username I don’t recognize.”
He says out loud, reading it over quickly before leaning back to look at the card sliding between his fingers.
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘What do you have there?’
Lifting the card up for his camera to focus on, he grins and chuckles. Shaking his head before throwing himself back into his gaming chair. “Chat, I can’t believe this.”
TheNextFaker420: ‘Is that a fucking Charizard GX?!’
“It is!” He laughs, setting the card down to stay up against his computer screen. “I—I met someone, I think.”
The few usernames he recognizes in the chat all type quickly, questioning what he’s stuttering about. “A girl.” He says, patting his cheeks that suddenly feel warm. “A girl came into work this week and—“
Hooning02: ‘Whatttt? You finally got some?’
“No no,” sinking into his chair, he plays with his bottom lip. Chewing on the plush skin as he thinks about your conversation from the previous night. “I don’t know what to do, she’s way out of my league..”
Hooning02: ‘Okay what’s new? Is she down to fuck or what?’
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Do you like her?’
Heeseung reads the new messages that pop up, not fully focusing as he thinks about the way you blew on his cut and patched him up. “I like her. I really think I like her, a lot.” He finally admits, mostly to himself. Picking up the Charizard card, he gently traces at the character's photo, biting back a smile.
TheNextFaker420: ‘Well! Quit being a pussy dude! Ask her out.’
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘You should definitely ask her to hang out, maybe grab a coffee!! Girls love coffee.’
Hooning02: ‘Nah man, go straight for fucking. Dating is useless if she’s way too hot for you! She’ll just use you for a few good meals.’
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘No no! You’re cute, I am sure she would really love to get to know you better first!’
Heeseung drags his fingers through his freshly washed hair, stressed out by the differing amounts of advice popping up in the chat. “Worse that can happen is she says no?” He frowns, poking at the Charizard card.
You wouldn’t have just gifted him something like this for no reason? What are the chances that you’re actually just a really nice person? He has to ask him if people this nice still exist.
“Ask her out?” He questions, reading through the chat again.
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘What do the two of you have in common? Maybe you could invite her to do something you share an interest in! Does she play video games?’
“Actually, we have a few things in common..” he blinks slowly, as if realizing for the first time that you both enjoy cosplaying. At least to some extent. You definitely like video games, and you must have some type of knowledge about Pokémon. “She does play video games.”
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘That’s great! What about going to an arcade?’
Hooning02: ‘Don’t do it man, I’m telling you now that it’s going to be a waste of time.’
Heeseug checks the time, fighting back a yawn as he contemplates asking you to hang out, maybe for a date. Maybe as friends, friends go to an arcade..
“I’ll let you all know how it goes.” He nods, picking Ddongy up who has been pawing at his ankle for the last 5 minutes. “Have to work again tomorrow. I should really head to bed now.”
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Take my advice mystic wiz! You’ll never know if you don’t give it a shot!’
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“Jungwon, I hate asking but I’m a bit short on rent this month.”
Heeseung doesn’t just hate asking his friend for money, he absolutely loathes it. He should be on top of all of the stores bills and finances, but here he is instead, asking a guy who meows on stream to lend him a thousand dollars.
“You still owe me from last month, Heeseungie.” He says, pinching one of the olders cheeks to add more humiliation to this situation. Jungwon’s dimples poke deep into his cheeks, making Heeseung wonder if he’d get more viewers with the help of such a cute and endearing feature. “Gonna have to start charging you with an interest rate.”
Heeseung grunts, sighing when the younger motions for him to do a little dance with some extra cuteness to convince him.
A humiliation ritual to earn his money. “Please, I wanna see some Geppetto moves here!” He giggles, propping his chin onto his palms as his superior dances like a fool for him. He’ll lend him the money of course, but getting to watch Heeseung jump around like a Leprechaun isn’t something he’s willing to pass up. “Alright alright, that was great. Now twerk a little.”
“Jungwon.” Heeseung says firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Alright alright hyung, I know. Times are tough, you know I’ll spot you.” He jeers, poking at the olders chest. “You’re just too cute when you get desperate. Oh and—“ glancing past Heeseung’s shoulder, he pats his chest, shoving him to turn around.
Really, your timing is impeccable. Always showing up when he’s at his lowest. At least the smile you’re forcing tells him that you feel somewhat bad for him, he hopes.
“Looks like we have a customer.” Jungwon chuckles from behind him, heading back to the register.
“You’re a pretty good dancer!” You obviously rush to say, trying to lessen the blow of embarrassment. Pursing his lips together, he clasps his hands and makes himself smile.
“What brings you in today?”
“The new Mario Kart, remember?”
Oh right, as if the scar forming on his leg wasn’t enough of a reminder. He walks with you over to the display, subtly checking out the sparkly gemstones on your bottoms that spell out ‘juicy’. Quickly darting his gaze away to not appear to be staring at your ass, he clears his throat. “You accidentally left the Charizard card at my desk by the way..”
“Wasn’t an accident.” You state confidently. Leaning against the new display with a copy of Mario Kart in hand. “By the way, did you read my thank you note?”
“Oh.” Clearing his throat, he tries to ignore the flush of heat rising up his cheeks. Leaning opposite of you on the display as well to see cool and calm. “Yeah, I did, uh.”
Think fast Heeseung. Don’t fuck this up.
“Actually, this weekend I am meeting up with one of my friends.” He informs, beginning to speak animatedly with his hands. “He needs help making a staff before we go back out to Eagle Stone next month.”
“What’s Eagle Stone?”
“Oh, it’s that place in the next town over I was telling you about before. Some of us who do live action roleplay meet out there once a month to update the game—“
“You mean larping, right?” You smirk, the sparkly lipgloss you have on really popping. Heeseung nervously licks his lips, reaching up to smooth his hair down onto his ears.
“The drawing of your design, for your druid—“
“Druidess.” You correct, twirling your hair around one of your jewelry adorned fingers.
“Yes yes, uhm, your bow and arrow. If you want to come with us, I can help you with building it?” He suggests cautiously, preparing himself for your rejection.
“This weekend? You, me, and a friend of yours?” Tilting your head to one side curiously, your lips pout. “Where exactly are you going?”
“It’s this woodwork shop on the other side of town, not too far from here.”
“Did you want to get coffee before?” Raising an eyebrow, you lean in closer. “Or like, after?”
Heeseung shrugs, shaking his head. “I don’t think so, I have to swing by to pick up Gyu first, and then I’m going to help him with his costume—“
“Oh okay,” you sigh, hiding the disappointment in your voice with a small smile. “Sounds cool, I’m free. Wanna text me the address?”
Holding your phone out for him, you motion for him to add his number to your contacts. Heeseung nods, smearing his palms down the front of his shirt before shakily typing in his number and shooting himself a text. The buzz in his pocket shivers up to his spine, switching on a lightbulb in his head.
He has your phone number now. This is progress.
“I’ll see you this weekend then, Heeseung. Maybe I’ll get lucky enough to see more of your moves.” You wink, standing up straight to head to the register and make a purchase. The reason you came in today, allegedly.
Breathily laughing, he imagines himself melting into a pool of goo for you to stomp through and splash around the walls. Using his mortification as paint for everyone to know how badly he could simply die right now. Not to be dramatic.
“I’ll text you the address.” He coughs, rubbing one of his cheeks on his shoulder in attempt to brush away his blush.
“I’ll be waiting.”
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“Why would you invite a girl?” Beomgyu huffs, arms crossed together tightly over his chest where he sits to Heeseung’s side.
Reaching over to check his friend's seatbelt before he heads off, he groans, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. “She plays.”
“So what, you know I don’t do well with new people.”
Heeseung sighs, driving down to the freeway to get them across town to the craft store they frequent. He has some good coupons to put to use today to start working on a new cape and hat design. “She’s really easy to get along with, easy to talk to. I swear.”
“Whatever.” Beomgyu pouts, wrinkling between his eyebrows. Shifting his body away, he glares outside of the window and ices Heeseung out the entire drive over. Typical, he hates when plans change without at least a week’s notice.
Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Heeseung wonders what the hell he’s doing. You really seemed so excited over text, and kept mentioning different places to eat in the area that you’ve been wanting to try. He knows Beomgyu wouldn’t want to waste their day at some restaurant, especially with all of his allergies. He’s super cautious of trying out new places.
As much as he’d love to spend more of this day with you, he already had to cancel on Gyu last weekend because Jake wouldn’t cover his shift. He can’t stop himself from thinking that he’s dropping the ball, not that he’s even sure he has it in his hands yet.
“We’re here.” He announces, setting the car into park. “Come on dude, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Truce?”
Beomgyu grumbles, sticking his pinky out for them to settle this little spat with the secret handshake they’ve been doing since they were kids. “Fine fine. She better be cool.”
Heeseung wants to assure him that you are, you’re very cool. Licking over his lips nervously he gets out of the car and immediately hones in on you leaning against a sleek all black jeep. A different car than the one you drove him home in. Also shinier and newer than the piece of junk he’s been driving ever since his parents gifted him a car for his 16th Birthday.
“Hey!” He says much too excitedly, clearing his throat. “I mean, glad you made it.”
Beomgyu lightly shoves into his side, maintaining the stance of his arms crossed to express his annoyance. “This is Gyu.” Laughing nervously he introduces the two of you. Quickly suggesting you both head into the store when Beomgyu doesn’t reciprocate your greeting.
“This is really cool, I didn’t want to head inside without you but I was searching around online.” You share, sticking to his side that Beomgyu isn’t occupying. “Haven’t done any really thought out crafting projects in a while.”
Heeseung motions for you to follow him over to the part of the store used to host classes. He’s been to a few with his friends before to learn more when it comes to building and crafting. Only, he was less interested in utilizing this new skill for furniture assimilation and more for making tools from scratch that could be useful during battle. He did also build a cat tower for Ddongy.
“Did you bring any sketches?” He asks, setting down the backpack he brought along.
“Yeah I did!” Beomgyu scoffs under his breath as you dig into your bag for a small sketchbook. Forcing an unimpressed frown when you open up the designs you’ve come up with for a bow and arrow.
“These are great!” Heeseung drags his finger over the sketches. Nodding and smiling big before snapping his fingers. “You want it to be fully functional?”
“Well, ideally yes.”
“Alright.” He hums, pinching his chin as the wheels in his head begin to spin. “Green wood is pretty flexible, will make your bow harder to break. But for shooting, if you’re really looking for speed, it’s not the best. You’d want properly dried wood for a real fast shooting bow.” Searching for a pen in his bag, he scribbles down a few notes on a blank page in your sketchbook.
“Wow, you really know what you’re talking about..” you breathily laugh. Raising his eyebrows to look at you, he gulps. The same rush of heat he felt at the store returns when he stares at your teeth digging into your plump bottom lip. Pursing his lips together to smile, he hopes his cheeks aren’t reflecting how hot they feel.
Hiding his nerves with a cough, he softly laughs. “Hah yeah..”
“Ugh.” Beomgyu groans, rolling his eyes. “I need a dried down wood for my staff. I don’t want anything flexible.” He huffs, nose scrunched.
“Gyu’s a warlock.” Heeseung informs, rubbing at his nape. “We’re making him one with a dragon on top because he’s kind of like Lord of the Rings obsessed.
“It’s not a dragon, Heeseung!” Beomgyu exclaims, whipping out his phone to enlarge a photo. “It’s Sauron’s helmet!”
“Yeah but it looks like a dragon.” Heeseung mumbles.
“That’s soo cool. Oh my God, I bet it’s going to turn out awesome!” You compliment, turning the pages in your sketchbook. “I’m a druidess, wolf hybrid.”
Beomgyu frowns, refusing to admit that your sketches are really good. Even if he wants to ask you for tips and advice. “You know, a female druid.” You continue, snapping his round eyes to look at you.
“I know what a druidess is!” He grouches. “I wasn’t born yesterday!” Turning away, he stomps down through the closest aisle. Pretending to look at the different nail sizes, as if he knows the differences between any of them.
“Sorry about him, he can be a little—“
“It’s okay, I get it.” You nod, setting your sketchbook down again. “So, green wood? Is that what you were saying?”
Heeseung tries to ignore how your gaze continues to focus on him as he explains that you’ll need to debark and smooth down the wood to avoid getting splinters. Offering to measure everything for you to ensure the bow and arrow are a good size for your frame, he regrets his decision when you move to stand in front of him and arch forward with your chest perked out. “Like this?”
Moving his gaze away at lightning speed, he nervously laughs. Digging around to find his measuring tape, he moves behind you. “Actually, you should be in your shooting stance for the best configurations..”
“Oh, like this?” Posing as if you actually have a bow and arrow in your hold, you slightly bend at your knees. Turning your face to the side to peer at him from over your shoulder. Heeseung wishes he could pretend that his cheeks aren’t on absolute fire right now, darting his eyes to look at the floor, he nods.
“Good form.”
“Thanks, I’m probably rusty.” You wink, flicking your hair away from your shoulder as you twist your neck to watch him measure the length of your back. Being careful to not actually touch you, he hovers above your shoulders to check the width.
“You’re a bit small.” He notes, jotting down your inches.
“Is that a problem?” You ask, pouting.
Heeseung steps around, eyes going wide as he looks at your face. Slowly dragging his gaze lower to inspect just how small you are, much smaller than him. He could probably easily pick you up..
“Why would that be a problem?” Maybe he’s too much of a nitwit to fully grasp the smirk playing at your lips. And maybe he should actually listen to his friends instead of tuning them out when they try to help him understand how he could flirt better. “Must be fun, you could get tossed around in battle. Your body is the weapon.”
Biting down a smile, you raise an eyebrow as he begins to measure your arms. “Well I know wizards aren’t really useful in battle, imagine what a team we could be? Especially because you’re so strong and big.”
Heeseung dry swallows, stilling his hand before he starts to fan himself. “Me? Strong? Hah. Hardly.”
“Oh come on,” poking at his bicep, you slowly drag your finger down to his forearm. “Who needs to lift weights when you game all day?”
“Uh. I really only game at night.” Following your touch trailing down to his hand, he feels a shiver roll up his spine. Clenching his teeth as you step in closer until your chest is brushing against his.
“We could practice.”
“Practice?” His eyebrows furrow, worried gaze finding yours of amusement. “Practice what?”
“You tossing me around.” Breathily laughing, you wrap around his wrist, lifting your hands up. “You kind of have big hands, bet they’d look huge holding on to me.”
“W-what?” He stutters, licking his lips. Fingers flexing as you set his palm against the center of your stomach and push for him to press against you.
“Wow. You really are big.”
What the hell is happening right now?! Are you still talking about teaming up to battle on the field?! Heeseung’s mouth feels even more dry now, as if he’ll breath out dust if he opens it. Giving himself a minute to think, he repeats your question. “Is that a problem?”
The smirk on your face grows into a smile. Glancing at his palm still flat against your stomach. “I like when it hurts.”
“Battle?!”
“Heeseung, I haven’t got all day!” Beomgyu returns to find you both still fucking around. Grunting and dropping the basket of items he’s acquired to kill time, he grabs onto the tallers shoulders and successfully manages to yank him away from you, thanks to his extra wobbly knees. “You know that I have to get home to give Jarvis his medication!”
Right. Jarvis. Beomgyu’s pet gerbil with high anxiety that he drops a ridiculous amount of money on to keep him calm with overpriced prescription meds. “Right, sorry Gyu.”
Flickering his gaze back and forth between your look of disappointment and his friends angrily furrowed eyebrows, he sighs. “I can make the bow for you, with these measurements. Might take me a few days ‘cause of work.”
“You don’t have to, Heeseung.”
“No no, I want to.” He nods eagerly, grabbing your sketchbook. “Can I borrow this? Just for reference.”
“Of course.” Smiling at him, you squeeze his arm. “That’s really nice of you. Don’t worry about the cost, I can cover it.”
Remembering the coupons in his pocket, he tells himself to find the best deals for supplies to make you the best bow and arrow. It takes another hour of Beomgyu glaring at the two of you rambling about different video games you both play, explaining all the different charms on your purse, how you already hate your new apartment because your neighbors are sooo rude and loud.
Heeseung squints a bit when you mention your complex's name, swearing to himself that that’s a really expensive area only really wealthy people can afford to live in. Jungwon did say you don’t live too far from the store.. but for some reason he hadn’t assumed that meant you lived next to the Equinox and absurdly inflated grocery store next door to it ripping people off and selling twenty dollar smoothies.
Judging by the frustrated and annoyed sounds his friend continuously mutters as you walk through the store, he’s sure Beomgyu wouldn’t agree that you’re easy to talk to. Not that he has spoken to you much, leaving the conversation for only the two of you. Whether or not Gyu agrees, Heeseung can’t deny how his cheeks ache from smiling so much. Even reaching up to rub at them after laughing when you grab a hot glue gun because you need to fix a drawer set that keeps coming apart.
“You can’t use a hot glue gun for that!” Setting it back down, he counts over everything that he’s grabbed for his wizard hat and your bow and arrow. “I can help you build it, if you want.”
“Really?” You smile, clasping your hands together. “You wanna come over?”
“Ah, I can’t today, but maybe later this week?”
Agreeing on setting up another day for him to bring his box of tools over to repair the different boxes of furniture you’ve yet to properly set up, he has no time to let it sink in that he’ll have to be inside of your home. Too distracted by Beomgyu’s little comments and bickering, he decides it’s best to wrap up this shopping venture.
“I’ll text you with updates.” He walks with you back to your car, holding up the large bag of items you purchased. “Progress photos and stuff.”
“Great! I’ll see you soon then?” You ask hopefully, waiting for his answer with your driver door open.
“Definitely sooner than later.” He agrees with a nod, waving you off before packing away the things you both bought into his backseat.
“Didn’t tell me you were inviting your girlfriend.” Beomgyu grumbles as he starts the car.
“What??”
“Not telling me that you’re dating someone is probably more annoying than springing a last minute change of plans, you know.”
“I-I’m not dating her.” He chuckles, eyeing his blushed cheeks in the rearview mirror. Damnit.
“Oh yeah? Then what the hell was that? Because it looked like a date to me, and I was the third wheel!” Scoffing, he lightly shoves Heeseung’s shoulder. “Where did you even find her?”
“I’m not dating anyone Gyu, swear. I would tell you!”
“Does Jake know?” He squints questioningly. Hinting at their rivalry, the two most opposite people he could ever come to know, both being his best friends.
“She comes into the store, that’s how we met.” He clarifies, getting onto the freeway.
“Pft, so he does know.”
“Not technically, we aren’t dating.”
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Lord Farquaad: ‘Change of plans. We are dating. I think.’
Heeseung grimaces when he sees the username his best friend has him saved under pop up on the screen. Huffing and rolling his eyes.
‘And change that username!! I do not look like fucking Lord Farquaad!!’
DewtheGyu: ‘What the fuck do you mean that you’re dating?! Ugh!’ Quickly rushing to log off from his stream. He calls up Heeseung on discord, immediately met with panic on his face.
“Gyu, it’s—“
“You were lying to me!”
“I wasn’t!! Okay?! I got on live and was talking about everything that happened today and one thing led to another!” Heeseung grabs at chunks of his hair. Pulling tendrils between his fingers with wrinkles lining his forehead. “One of my viewers was really encouraging me to ask her out. So I texted her! And she actually said yes!”
“One of you viewers?!” Beomgyu scoffs. “Who?! Jake?!”
“No no, it’s a new viewer, they’ve been really nice.” Squinting at his closed stream chat, he reads off the username. “Lycanthrope goddess, something like that. I didn’t actually think she’d say yes..”
Beomgyu grunts, glaring at his webcam. “Well! What exactly happened!”
“I texted her, asking if she has plans tomorrow night.” Heeseung recounts, opening his phone to your messages. “And she said she doesn’t.. so I asked if she’d maybe wanna check out that Round One bowling arcade place at the mall after I’m off from work, of course.”
“Ugh, I love Round One.”
“Yeah, me too.” Heeseung nods, smoothing his messy hair. “She—she said yes, that she’d love to go with me.”
“That’s—that’s really good?” Beomgyu mutters, leaning forward with his chin resting on the backs of his hands. “And you really are telling me before Jake?”
“Yes!” Heeseung squeaks, rolling his eyes. “Dude I haven’t been on a date in so long. I don’t know what to do!”
Beomgyu nods, inspecting his friends hunched over defeated position on his computer screen. “I’m coming over, this calls for a makeover.”
“A what?!”
“I dunno, they do it in movies and it always works. As your best friend, I’m going to set you up for success Hee.”
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Whistles greet him as he arrives to work the next day. Feeling more confident than usual, he walks in with a cup of coffee, managing to keep this one intact and not spilled all over a sidewalk and his jeans.
“Who the hell killed Heeseung?” Jake jeers, stepping out from behind the register to get a good look at him. “And who is this?”
Jungwon blinks over and over again, checking him out from head to toe. “What the hell? What’s that smell?”
Heeseung sniffs the air around himself, sipping his warm coffee. “Used an Amber body wash this morning, I don’t know..”
“You showered? Before work?” Jake raises an eyebrow, circling around him with his arms crossed over his chest. “And you cut your hair, those are new shoes, wore all of your ear piercings too.”
“Is that eyeliner?” Jungwon gets up close to his face, hiking up on his tiptoes. “What the—“
“I have a date.” He says with a small smile, furrowing his eyebrows. “I think.”
“You think?!” Jake dusts him off, whistling again. “You sly dog, please tell me it’s with that hottie that keeps coming in here to flirt with you.”
“She’s not flirting with me.” He rubs at his nape nervously, carrying around the Charizard card you haggled to get him in his pocket. Burning a hole through the material of his pants where it’s pressed to his thigh, in a sturdy card holder, of course. “But yes, I—I asked her out.”
“You asked her out first?” Jake guffaws, smirking. “Now I’m even more impressed.”
“And she said yes?” Jungwon squints, sliding the tip of his finger across the row of hoop earrings lining his earlobe. “You have to make the first move, alright?”
“That’s uhm, kind of what I was hoping we could talk about.” Clearing his throat, he straightens his back out. Rolling his shoulders to appear confident. “It’s been a good while since I’ve gone on a date and I don’t want to blow this.”
Jake hums, pointing at Jungwon and snapping his fingers. “Roleplaying, you’ll be the girl.”
“Ugh! Why do I always have to be the girl?!”
“Because you get on live and rub your nipples for horny fangirls who send you money.” Jake sneers, motioning for them to follow him over to the register. “Heeseung, think about it this way, you already roleplay all of the time. You just have to pretend you’re.. not yourself.”
“But, why would I do that?” He questions, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Am I not good enough?”
“Not really.” Jungwon adds, frowning. “I mean, she’s really hot, and you need to get laid dude.”
As expected, Beomgyu was great at fixing his hair, choosing a well put together outfit that wouldn’t take him too far out of his comfort zone. Helping him pick out what jewelry to adorn his ears with, and even encouraging him to wear a little makeup to cover his blemishes and enhance his most attractive feature.
‘Eyes, girls love eyes. Especially big giant simpy Bambi eyes like yours.’ That’s what he said when Heeseung complained and poked himself with a kohl pencil for the third time this morning while they facetimed and his best friend gave him the last approval on his look.
Jake and Jungwon would be the ones to cover everything else. From the way he greets you, how he walks, when to grab the door for you, what he should pay attention to and how he should ease into flirtation. They spent the rest of the day between assisting customers testing out different scenarios.
What if she wants to eat? What if she’s better at gaming than you? What if she compliments you?
What to do when you start dropping hints, and maybe even invite him over to your place after.
“D-do you really think she’d do that? Isn’t it too soon for a nightcap?” He asks nervously, tugging at the collar of his oversized hoodie.
“Good God man,” Jake sighs, clasping his shoulders. “Whatever you do, don’t ever call a girl inviting you to her place a nightcap, please.”
“I guess it wouldn’t be the worst idea. Gyu said he’d come over to feed and watch Ddongy for a bit while I’m out..”
“I could have done that too.” Jake mumbles, brushing it off quickly when Heeseung reminds him that he’ll need to close the store today since he’s heading out a little earlier than usual.
“Listen, you already made it this far, Heeseung.” Jungwon interrupts them, shooting him a thumbs up. “If she’s into you enough to do some loser shit like go to a mall arcade, then I think you’re solid. Just try to stay cool.”
He grumbles, checking his phone to reply to your texts letting him know you’re ready whenever he is. “Do I look okay?”
“You look great buddy,” Jake smiles, a proud gleam in his eye. “Better than ever. Remember that confidence is key!”
Right. Confidence. Because that’s something that just sprouts up overnight. Replaying all of the advice and tips his friends gave him today, he drives a few blocks down from the store toward your place. The nice rich side of town, making his anxiety rise higher as he enters your street and his jaw drops as he parks at your apartment building.
A brand new complex with condominium’s starting at prices light years out of his range. You must really make a good amount from streaming, or maybe your parents are rich. Maybe that’s something you can discuss over a basket of fries and onion rings.
No. No onion rings, that could make his breath smell bad. Right right, Jake said to avoid smelly foods. Fries should be fine, even as his tummy rumbles and he slowly walks down the hallway on the first floor as you directed him through text messages, stopping at your front door with a cat shaped welcome mat, winking at him teasingly.
Wait. That’s not a Goddamn cat, that’s Hello Kitty winking at him. You have a Hello Kitty welcome mat, cute.
“You made it!” The door flies open without him even having to knock. He had texted you after parking to let you know that he’d arrived, but getting too distracted by Hello Kitty winking at him, he nervously chuckles, hoping the cologne Beomgyu let him borrow doesn’t make your nose turn up in disgust. “Oh..”
“What? What is it?” He asks in a rush of panic, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. He subtly tries to steal a deep breath.
“You just..” taking a small step back, you grab onto the door handle. A smile slowly spreads across your face. “You look really good.”
“Oh, well.” Squeezing his eyes shut for a second too long, he snaps them back open to take in what you’ve decided to wear for this date he still isn’t 100% is an actual date. “Wow.”
“Wow?” Smiling larger, you shove at his chest. “Is that a compliment?”
“No no! I uh, you also look great! In fact, you look,” he swallows, gaze flickering back to your face. “Pretty.”
“You know,” locking the door behind you, you adjust the strap of your purse digging into your shoulder. “It’s nice to see you outside of your work uniform. I could get used to this.”
Heeseung can feel his cheeks heating up, now grateful for the cushion compact Beomgyu insisted he borrow. He motions to head down the hallway toward his car, digging his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie for something to do with them. “It’s a rare sight.”
“You work a lot, don’t you?”
Before he can answer you, he nearly trips over his own feet to get ahead of you. Rushing to open the passenger seat door for you. Jungwon suggested that it’d be a nice touch to show off what a gentleman he is. “Nice car.” You playfully smile, getting inside and grabbing the seatbelt before he can. Not that he had planned to help you put it on, but he definitely thought about it..
Running over to the driver side, he hops in. Biting down on his lip as he revs up the engine and the sound of guitar emits from his speakers. Slamming the power off before vocals can come through, he laughs under his breath and starts to pull out.
“Oh come on! We’re not seriously about to sit in silence this whole drive? I don’t live that close to the mall.” You tease, thankfully sounding completely unserious as you reach to turn his music back on.
Why did he have to be blasting the nerdiest band of all time?! His fucking Lord of the Rings power metal music of all things? Couldn’t he have just found some basic top 40 crap to leave humming at a low volume? No, of course not, he had to keep himself calm with aggressive melodic guitar.
“Oh my God, is this Blind Guardian??” You ask, turning the dial up higher.
Heeseung’s eyes could pop out of their sockets, focusing on the road to prevent that from happening, he grips onto the steering wheel. “You listen to Blind Guardian?!”
“Gosh, I haven’t in years!” Leaning back, you start to sing along. “Valhalla! Deliverance! Why you’ve ever forgotten me? Woahhhhhh! Valhalla!”
There’s no way. No way in this fucking universe that the girl he’s taking out on a date, maybe a date, is seriously belting out one of his favorite songs while sitting in the passenger seat of his dingy car. To add onto it, you’re air drumming, tossing your hair from side to side as you shake your head along to the music. “Can’t believe you tried to turn off Guardian! We have to start it from the beginning, I missed my favorite part!”
Heeseung gulps as you hit rewind, taking a deep breath to look over at you drumming your fingers playing what can only be described as condemnable air guitar. His friend Jay would throw you in jail if he ever saw this.
“You listening to Guardian makes a lot of sense.” You laugh, smiling at him. “So many centuries! So many Gods! We were the prisoners of our own fantasies, but now we are marching against these Gods!” Pointing at him to take the next line, he hears Jake repeating confidence to him all day in the back of his mind.
“I’m the wizard! I will change it all!”
Heeseung can feel his cheeks burning from smiling before he realizes it, drumming on the steering wheel as he breaks into the chorus with you. “Ohhhhh-ohhh! Valhalla!”
The rest of the drive goes smoother than he could have ever expected as you reminisce about all of the bands you used to heavily listen to. “God I really do need to start digging up my old playlists again. Forgot how amazing Blind Guardian is.”
“They’re probably one of my favorite bands.” He admits, feeling much more comfortable after shouting along to Mirror Mirror with you for the last five minutes until his throat started to feel hoarse.
“We need to go see them live together.” You state, continuing to bob your head along to the music.
That’d be amazing, perfect even. Not he’s ready to admit that. Opting to nod as he enters the mall’s parking lot and makes his way to the closests entrance that gets you to Round One. He would know, having spent many weekends here with his friends losing out on any of his extra coins from reselling his old games and memorabilia, and having to pay for rounds of pizza and beer.
“We’re here.” He announces, removing his seatbelt.
“Great! I’m so ready to kick your ass at Mortal Kombat!”
Heeseung laughs, not actually believing it when you wrap around his wrist and lead him straight to the Mortal Kombat arcade machine, shoving coins in to play before he can stop you. “Oh, you’re serious.”
“As a heart attack baby.”
Too busy blushing over the term of endearment you randomly just threw out, he misses how you grab onto his control stick and choose Scorpion for him to play as. “About to kick your sweet little ass worse than Riwoo did.”
“Hey!” He frowns, shooing your hand off. He would have at least chosen Liu Kang! Especially since you went with Sub-Zero!
“Oh come on, Liu Kang is so played out. Scorpion vs Sub-Zero is classic.” You point out, showing off a more aggressive side that shocks him for a moment before locking himself back in. Get your head in the game.
Not that it matters after three consecutive rounds of you(Sub-Zero) beating his ass to a pulp. His shoulders full on slump as another ‘Finish him!’ Sounds from the speakers and a group of high school boys playing air hockey nearby snicker and laugh. “Alright, I think I have to accept defeat. You are the true Mortal Kombat master.”
“I know that’s right.” Proudly raising your arms in the air, you start to cheer for yourself. Gasping and going wide-eyed as you turn. “Oh my God!”
“What? What happened?” He looks around worriedly, following your line of sight to the brightly lit up claw machines.
“It’s a freaking labubu claw machine!!” You jump up and down, once again grabbing his wrist and tugging him to the other side of the arcade. Heeseung’s neck snaps, looking around in confusion.
“What is a…la boo boo?”
“Labubu!” You shriek, bringing him over to a machine full of the ugliest little gremlins he’s ever seen. “They’re these monsters, I’m obsessed with them!” Running your fingers over the machine’s glass window, you let out cute little sounds the same way Heeseung does when Ddongy rolls over to show him his belly. “I love them so much! Ohmygod I’ve never seen one of these before! And they always sell out so fast! I never have time to buy any new drops! Ahh I need them all!”
He digs into his pocket, ready to pay however much it will take to grant you that wish. Looking down, he nearly swallows his tonsils. “Thirty bucks to play?!”
“That’s not that bad,” you mumble, already digging into your purse. “Labubu’s are really high in demand right now!”
He can’t say he’s the best at claw machines, but he definitely managed to win a Pickachu plushie once in the past. Mewling over his odds, he starts to strategize, counting all the different ugly little toys inside of the machine. “How many do you want?”
“As many as I can get.” You state, not even bothering to wait before shoving in three $10 bills and manning the claw. “Ideally all of them.”
Ah, he really needs to pay attention. Jake told him paying attention would be extra important. He should be the one trying to win you one of these booboo things right now. “All of them..” he trails off counting how many of them there are. At least 25 different plushies stare back at him with their buggy eyes and weird round teeth, shivering as they taunt him and your claw fails to grab any.
30 times 25.. that’s at least $800 and it’s nearing the end of the month. Rent’s due next week for the store and his apartment, his phone bill, garbage and water, electricity..
He can do one round, using the other $40 in his pocket to buy you some food and maybe rent bowling shoes so you can play and he can at least try to impress you with his athleticism. Not that he has any.
“Aw man!” Readying yourself to waste another $30, Heeseung taps your forearm, gently nudging you aside.
“I’ll try.”
“You don’t have to!”
“I want to.” He nods, rolling his shoulders before paying. “That furry pink one in the middle that’s looking at me like it’s going to meet in my dreams and bite my head off, kind of matches your outfit.”
“It’s really cute.” You clap, cheering him on as he begins to maneuver the claw around and gets it to the middle. Pacing his breathing, he slowly draws it down right above the ugly pink thing, meticulously moving it open right as he gets close enough. The air goes still around him, hearing the sound of you taking one long deep breath to hold as the claw clamps around its head and fails to lift the plushie from the machine.
Heeseung can’t believe it, $60 between the two of you gone in less than 10 minutes. The claw retracts and sits back in its original spot. Dropping his forehead on the glass you’d just been tapping in shock, he tenses and glares at the toys continuing to smile and mock him. Loser.
“Ahh.. that was so close,” you lament, rubbing his shoulder. “It’s okay Hee, thank you for trying!”
Stupid little ugly toy. Why couldn’t you just stay put! He wishes he could shout, clenching his fists and pulling himself away from the machine, he apologizes. “I can try again..”
“No no, it’s okay! I’m kind of hungry.” You obviously lie, glancing at the machine sorrowfully. He sighs and waves for you to follow him over to the concession stand.
Fries. Stick to fries. They don’t get caught in your teeth, hardly leave any smell behind, and you won’t look like a gross slob eating them. Jungwon’s advice.
And that seems simple enough until you ask for corn dogs, extra ketchup, two large sodas, and cotton candy. Heeseung’s more than happy to pay for everything, it’s not about that, but now he’s worried about each bite he takes, dabbing his lips constantly to make sure he hasn’t smeared ketchup and ranch around his mouth.
“This has been really fun.” You start to say after scarfing down a couple of bites of food. Adorably, puffing your cheeks out as you chew and ketchup stains your lips, he knows it wouldn’t reflect the same on him. “Most of my friends live kind of far away now, so I’ve been a little scared to explore around by myself.”
“Can I ask why you moved out here? Just because it’s a little boring..” he says shyly, cleaning off his hands and pushing the rest of his corn dog aside to nurse the straw of his drink between his lips.
“Well,” you shrug, laughing. “Unironically, my last relationship ended sort of badly. It’s a long story but, I kind of wanted a fresh start, away from him and all the crap that came along with him.”
“Oh..”
“Yeah, I know. Boring, typical story. Girl running away from her past.” You sigh, picking at the bubblegum flavored cotton candy you chose.
“Nothing wrong with that.” He shrugs, chewing on his bottom lip. “Probably not looking to jump into anything too soon..”
Pressing the wet sugary specks of dissolved cotton candy between two of your fingers, you slowly lift your gaze to his. “I think that depends more on meeting the right person.”
“Yeah, no, definitely.” He agrees, stealing a chunk of fluffy cotton candy to stuff his mouth with and stop himself from uttering something stupid he won’t be able to backtrack from.
“You got a little—“ dragging your thumb from the corner of his mouth to the plushy middle of his wet bottom lip, you softly press down. “A little of it on your cheek.”
And yet somehow, you completely avoided touching his cheek as you sweep across his bottom lip to the other end. Drawing your thumb over to your mouth to lick clean.
Luckily for him, he does manage to win a few rounds. Exhausting yourselves with laughter as you throw the bowling ball into other lanes and miss every pin one too many times. You fall down to sit next to him, wiping at the tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. “Ah, should probably head out soon. Work early in the morning.” He mutters, trying to mask his sadness with a tight-lipped smile.
“Nah, it’s getting pretty late. Totally understand, besides, I’m sure Ddongy is missing his daddy a lot right now.” You wink, racing him out to his car before he can grab the passenger door for you.
“Ddongy’s a big boy now, he can handle a few hours alone.” He assures you, lowering the volume of his music to make it easier to chat as he drives you home. Catching a glimpse of himself in the driver’s mirror, he cringes at the hint of blush spread on his cheeks. At least it’s dark enough outside now to hopefully diminish his flushed face.
“I’ll walk you.” He says, parking and rushing out to fully open your door before you manage to step out. Once again tucking his hands inside of the front pocket of his hoodie, he slowly follows the path down to your condo at the end of the hall. Noting that this place has a full luxury sized pool, and enormous well-equipped gym. He never did get around to asking you about how successful your online streams are.
“This is me.” You say, leaning against your front door. Smiling from ear to ear as you peer up at him. “Thank you again, for tonight. I really had a good time.”
“Was a lot of fun.” He beams, tugging at his fingers inside of his pocket. “Coming by the store any time soon?”
“Heeseung.”
Dragging his gaze from the platform sneakers you have on to the fuzzy cozy sweat hanging from your shoulders, he blinks a few times at the necklace pendant sitting nicely between your collarbone. Dry swallowing as he cracks his knuckles and his eyes meet yours. The same sensation of nausea he’s been battling since last week hits him, sweat trickling down his spine, and before he can inhale a deep breath, you push off the door and cover his lips with yours.
The instant feeling of floating off of his feet would make him believe that he’s dreaming. Melting against your soft mouth that perfectly slots between the seam of his lips. Lightly sucking at the soft fleshy meat that fills his bottom lip. You’re more controlling over the kiss than he can manage to be, drawing his hands free to hold them out by your sides, his fingers clench. Unsure if he should grab you, touch you, if he’s allowed to place his hands on your body.
It’s your figure that presses up against his first, smoothing your hands over his forearms, you wrap them around your waist. Pushing up onto your toes to deepen the kiss. He snaps out of his lucid state, eyelashes fluttering as his eyebrows furrow together and he lays his palms on your waist. Dropping his neck in closer to really press his lips against yours.
The first time he ever kissed a girl was during preschool, at the top of a slide. He sat down by her side and she planted a wet smooch on his cheek before giggling and gliding down to run away and tell her group of friends. He sat in shock for a few minutes touching over his face. He wouldn’t feel another kiss until middle school, spin the bottle, and then high school, at the skatepark. Parties he wasn’t invited to in the first place, meaningless lips that pressed against his and never held anything worth remembering.
But this kiss with you has his heart palpitating, fingers shaking where they rest on your waist. He wants to remember everything about this. How your lips eagerly continue to rub against his even as you gasp for air, and how the sweet scent of whatever body wash you used still wafts around him even after hours of wear.
He wants to remember all of this.
So much so that he’s retracing everything, your gaze, the taste of your lipgloss, how your lips slot against his so seamlessly.
“Night night.”
Snapping out of his daze, his eyes flutter open, going wide as he finds you backing up against the open door to head inside. He must look like a fish out of water, blubbering to speak with his shiny lips, glittering with the residue of your overpriced lip gloss.
“Goodnight..” he whispers, reaching up to graze his bottom lip. The disbelief of what just happened not moving fast enough for him to hide his shock.
“I’ll see you soon.” You whisper back with the most elated smile. Barely waving before stepping inside and shutting the door. Leaving him to slump against the nearest wall and let out the biggest sigh.
There’s no way that just happened.
But it did, you kissed him. You went on a date with him..
You like him.
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Cats must really have some type of telepathic power.
Ddongy gently presses a paw to Heeseung’s cheek, much later than he typically would. Allowing for his owner, cat daddy, to actually sleep until his alarm goes off. Squinting his eyes open, he can’t stop a huge smile from spreading across his face. Scooping Ddongy up in his arms to feed him, he buries his face into his shoulder, already feeling a rush of heat itch at his ears.
All night he dreamt of the different dates he wants to take you on. How he really needs to crack down and finish your bow soon. The pictures you could get together at Eagle Stone. Maybe he could even take you to one of his favorite manga cafes.. although, it’d be so hard to not slurp a cup of ramen around you.
“Ddongy, you seem as happy as I am.” He laughs, squatting down to scratch the kitten's head. “Wait until the guys hear about this.”
Making himself a cup of coffee for work, he gets ready, taking extra time to smile and lightly bang his forehead against something every time he thinks about your kiss.
The last time he felt this way.. was probably the first time he ever played League of Legends. Or maybe when he saw Faker from a distance one time at a convention.
No, no, this is even better.
This is what real magic must feel like. As lame as he knows that would be to say out loud, he can’t stop belting out and singing along to his Blind Guardian playlist. Imagining you failing at air guitar by his side as he heads to work.
He can’t wait to tell Jake and Jungwon everything! And Beomgyu, of course, he owes him for coming over to feed Ddongy last night.
“Guys!” He practically runs into the store, spinning around with his tumblr full of coffee held high above his head. “It was a date! An amazing date!”
Jake applauds, clapping his hands together dramatically loud. “Dude you have no idea how happy I am for you. Like I could not have manifested this harder for you!”
“Heeseung, this is great news.” Jungwon cheers, his dimpled cheeks on full display. “Because I have to show you something that is going to blow your mind.” Running to the front door, he turns the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Close’.
“Won, what the hell are you doing?!” Heeseung shouts, blocked by Jake’s frame before he can turn it back around.
“Trust us man, you’re going to need a while to process this.”
“What are you guys going on about?!”
“Your office,” Jungwon nods, snapping his fingers and heading to the back as Jake wraps around his arm and drags him along. “You see, it’s been bothering me for days. Your little girlfriend, I knew I’d seen her somewhere before.”
“You are not going to believe this dude.” Jake chuckles, following Jungwon to stand at the doorway of Heeseung’s shoebox excuse of an office as he logs onto the computer.
“She’s not my girlfriend, yet..” he mumbles. Trying to keep in mind the awful relationship you mentioned just getting out of..
“After this, you’ll at least have to fuck her.” Jake pats his chest, flicking his chin for him to look at the screen.
“You see, I joined OF as a joke a couple of months ago because my viewers kept insisting.” Jungwon continues to explain, opening up a page with a listing of the top ranked models. “And one of the more popular accounts I noticed because of her strategy, she preys on needy loser gamer guys. Smart though, because she’s definitely making bank. She’s in the top 1%, not some easy shit either trust me.”
“What are you talking about, Won?” Heeseung huffs annoyed, glaring at the break room door as he plans how to escape and re-open the store.
“Look familiar?”
Jake grabs his chin, jerking his head back around to the newly opened page displaying various photos of you in different wigs and colored contacts, scantily clad costumes that hardly cover up any of your body. String micro bikinis, mini skirts that could pass more as belts, and crop tops that do a poor job of fully covering your chest. “Your girls an OF model, a fucking successful one too.” Jake adds, nodding to the screen. “Not only is she hot as fuck, but she’s rolling in money. Probably wiping her sweet little ass with hundred dollar bills.”
The two of his friends go on continuing to make vile comments, scrolling down the page to open up more previews meant to entice potential subscribers. Leaving Heeseung with his jaw on the floor, slowly beginning to shake his head. “T-that’s not her..”
“That’s not her?” Jungwon laughs, pointing out the cat ear headset you purchased at the store only a week ago. “Come on dude, these are modern times. Dating an OF baddie is like a badge of honor. You’re going to get so much pussy after this!”
“Unless,” Jake says mischievously, squeezing Heeseung’s arm much too excitedly. “The date was amazing because you already did!!”
“What?!”
Jungwon stands up, pointing at the screen. “I’m not subscribed but I’m thinking about it. Would give us an idea of what she’s really looking for in a guy.”
Heeseung shoves his chest, gripping onto his uniform vest to switch their positions and take his place inside of the office. “This is not her! And even if it is! She never told me! This is a violation of privacy!”
“Not really! You were bound to find out eventually!” Jake corrects, grabbing his shoulders. “Listen to me man! Please, for once! You really have nothing going for you!”
Jungwon sighs, nodding and agreeing. “This girl, she likes you! She really does! I don’t know, maybe you’re her type. But she’s successful and hot, soo fucking hot!” He whines, eyes full of despair. “Heeseung, this is your chance man! Even after she saw you have your ass handed to you by some kid, she still wants you!”
“That was pretty crazy, and she’s into your streams.” Jungwon adds.
“W-what?!” Pushing Jake off, he clicks out of the browser still flashing lewd images of your body. Gripping at his head and rubbing his temples. “She doesn’t know about my streams.”
“She does.” Jake says, tightly smiling. “Because I told her.”
“You what?!”
“It was when you were busy fighting that kid over a Pokémon card!! She really wanted to talk to you, so I mentioned that you stream!” Jake rambles, hands flailing. “She’s that lyncanthropegoddess or whatever. She’s hot but she’s just as much of a loser as you.”
Slumping back into his office chair, he stares at the ceiling in disbelief. Wracking his brain and trying to understand all of this information being thrown at him. “I can’t do this.”
“You can, you definitely can.” Jungwon squats down, grabbing onto his knees. “And we’re going to help you.”
“How?” He fears to ask, looking back and forth between his friends.
“Trust us, we know how to handle women with experience like this.”
“First, we have to subscribe to her onlyfans.” Reaching past him, Jungwon opens up the screen again. “Like I said, it’ll give us a better idea of what she’s into. Think of this almost like a dating profile. It’s rare for people to meet authentically anymore you know, if you had lurked around like any normal person you would have figured this out sooner!”
“This feels wrong.” He sighs, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the computer screen. “She told me she’s a streamer..”
“I mean, she’s definitely streaming something on here.” Jake whistles, shoving himself into the minuscule amount of space behind Heeseung’s chair.
“I tell girls about my OF, but you know, I meet them online.” Jungwon shrugs, choosing the subscription that mentions 18+ adult content in the description. “Maybe I wouldn’t if it was someone I met here at the store.”
“I would hope not..” Heeseung mumbles, stopping Jungwon before he can enter his payment information and finalize the purchase.
“Don’t be a dick about it Hee, if I just found out the girl that’s been drooling over me does porn I’d be bouncing off of these fucking walls!” Jake shouts, pushing against the backs of his shoulders. “So ungrateful.”
“I’m not ungrateful, I just really like her.” He mutters, releasing Jungwon’s hand to complete buying the subscription.
“Love that for you dude, but she still does porn.” Rubbing his hands together, he opens up the rest of your profile. “Well, good news.”
“What?” Heeseung fears to ask, covering his eyes.
“She only posts solo work. Nothing with guys..”
“Hey, this is some good shit though. Click that one with all the hentai girl body pillows.”
“Jungwon, do not open that!” Heeseung moves forward to cover the screen. Headlocked in place against his chair by Jake’s arm circling around his neck.
“Too late.” Jungwon grins. Expanding the video to show you in a thin metallic pink two-piece. Again, not covering much at all. “Yeah, this is good stuff. I mean, she’s built like—“
“Jungwon.”
“I’m just saying! Happy for you, that’s all. You totally deserve to find a, uh, nice girl like this.”
“I really don’t want to watch anymore.”
“Fine, we will and we’ll report back to you.” Jake squeezes his neck, fluffing his hair. “The fact that you didn’t get laid after your first date is all I need to know.”
“Did she even invite you to come inside? Jungwon raises an eyebrow, clicking out of your account.
“No, but..”
“Exactly. That’s why you need to listen to us.” Releasing him, Jake moves to get out of the office. Snapping his fingers at Jungwon. “Come on, we have work to do.”
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Friends are supposed to give each other advice, right?
That’s what friends are for, and whenever Heeseung has had unanswerable questions, he does turn to his friends for guidance.
Maybe he shouldn’t have been too quick to hear out Jake and Jungwon’s advice when they opened up a discord chat a few hours after dropping a bomb on him to discuss what they found while sleuthing through your.. adult entertainment account.
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Can’t believe you just said goodnight after all that. What are you, gay? I would have nailed her.’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Her entire schtick is about how horny she is. Like she masturbates a lot, has the girl goon nickname down. Says she desperately needs a nerdy gamer guy to fuck her until she goes blind.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘And here your ass was, goodnight muah muah.’
Had they successfully made him feel like a stupid failure with their advice? Yes, 1000%
That’s where Beomgyu came in. He’s the more sensible and reliable friend. The only reason he doesn’t work at the store is because he actually went into a field that utilized his degree.
Yeah, real sensible. Especially when he completely cosigns all of Jake and Jungwon’s advice.
Not necessarily that he should have tried to get in your pants on the very first date you had, but you did initiate the kiss. You did come onto him first, and you were tuning in to watch his lame ass streams..
Not to mention that fucking Charizard card?!
‘Heeseung, don’t be an imbecile. She wants you.’
You really had listened to him yap on about Dungeons and fucking Dragons.. how could he be so oblivious?
Luckily, he remembered that you still needed help assembling a few pieces of furniture. So he suggested coming over after work the next day to start working on that, bring over a new game you could play, maybe watch the extended director's cut version of The Fellowship of The Ring. Suggesting everything before you could even respond, he nervously ran around his apartment when you texted back.
‘Yes! Yes! And YES!!’
He’s going to be inside of your place, where you film.. those videos. And he’s likely going to kiss you again, and.. more.
“Shit.” He sighs, rinsing his face over and over again. When’s the last time he shaved his nuts? Who cares, he’s doing it today. Maybe not the best idea after he replies and lets you know he’ll be over in an hour.
Cologne, some eyeliner, earrings, wash his hair. Right, everything Beomgyu told him to do before your date. Sure, he hadn’t mentioned spending an extra few minutes grooming his privates in the shower, but he’s sure you’d be more than appreciative that he did..
MysticWizardFate1015: ‘I really don’t know if I can do this guys.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Of course you can. You got this. Be the man.’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘First off, act like you don’t like her, like she’s not that important to you.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Try to get her drunk too, that way the real nasty porn star comes out of her.’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Last and most important, always be touching her. That’s gonna let her know that you’re there to dick her down.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘I swear to God dude, if you don’t fuck her, I’m going to hang myself!’
Heeseung clears his dry throat, looking at the bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and his precious copy of Lord of The Rings in his other. Taking a deep breath, he knocks on your door.
This is it, now or never.
“Hey! You got here so fast!” You answer, as gorgeous as ever. Dressed more comfortably with low-rise yoga pants that show off the smooth skin under your navel. A cropped sweater hanging from your shoulders, soft and glowy shoulders bathed in decadent lotion, he’s sure.
“Oh yeah, traffic must have died down.” Or he rushed through side streets and skipped stop signs while panicking trying to imagine how this could go. Will he kiss you first this time? Will you invite him into your bedroom?..
“Is that bourbon?” You laugh, face scrunched.
“Yeah, it’s uh, my favorite.” Not really, but Jake suggested he bring a high percentage of alcohol to speed this up. Not that he’s sure why he’d have to get you drunk at all.
“Oh, well, I don’t really drink.” Moving aside to invite him in, he takes a deep breath and gulps as he looks around your place. Everything is pristine, feminine, smells clean and floral. Makes his apartment seem so embarrassing in comparison, he can’t believe he let you see the shit hole he calls home now. “But I guess uhm, I can get you a glass?”
“Yeah sure whatever.” He shrugs, kicking his shoes off to leave by your door.
Act like she doesn’t matter.
The confusion dissipates as your face relaxes, squinting at him. You take the bottle of bourbon from him, looking him up and down. “Everything okay?”
“Huh? Yeah, everything’s fine. You want to uh, watch the movie first?” Rubbing the back of his head, he stretches his other arm out holding the DVD. “Or whatever.”
“Yeah, uhm,” you frown. Forcing a smile and nodding to the living room with an enormous TV screen and enviable console setup. “You can use the Wii, I don’t have a DVD player.” Oh wow, you don’t even have a DVD player? And yet you still agreed for him to come over to watch a movie. That’s a good sign, for sure means you’re down to fuck..
Even as he slides his fingers through some of the games you must have been playing he doesn’t feel right thinking that. But if he tells his friends that he came over and just watched a movie with you, they’ll chop his head off.
Not that that should matter. He should be more focused on you right now. How you’re feeling after your date, if you’re down to go out again and let him prove that he’s not an absolute failure at Mortal Kombat if he can choose his character.
“I got some Coke.” You announce, coming back to the living room with the bourbon in hand and a pitcher of dark liquid. “Not sure if you wanted a mixer but I might gag if I try to take a shot.”
“That’s good, thanks.” With twitching fingers he takes the pitcher from your hand, dragging them across yours. “You look really pretty, by the way.”
The same sparkle that had been in your eyes the other night returns, tucking your chin and batting your eyelashes. “Thank you.”
To keep touching you, he sets down the bottle you’re holding. Taking both of your hands and rubbing your knuckles. “What are you thinking about?”
“I haven’t watched Fellowship in a while honestly. I’m a little worried that you’ll judge me.” You chuckle, squeezing his hands.
“Never, I’d never do that.” Heart palpitations again. Pounding at his chest, he glances around, grabbing the bottle of bourbon to drink directly from, sealing his lips to not spit it out, he turns away from you and grimaces. Why the fuck would Jake suggest this?!
“Oh, you okay?”
“Yeah yeah! Start the movie! I need to use the bathroom real quick.”
“Okay..” fuck you sound so confused, maybe even turned off. How is he fucking up already?! “It’s just down the hall.”
“I won’t be long! Go ahead and start without me!” He rushes down the direction you point toward. Taking a deep breath once he makes it out of the living room and sees all of the art hanging on your walls. Really how could you possibly be into him after seeing how he lives. Meeting him at his job, Gamestop, of all places. Caught up in his thoughts, he opens the first door that he sees out of his peripheral vision. Very evidently not the bathroom, but a room he immediately recognizes and shouldn’t.
It’s the same room in the background of your photos, the video he saw of you humping against pillows. The same bed you were laid out on in nothing but a thong and pasties to cover your nipples. Fuck, this is really happening, he’s dating a porn star.
Shutting the door, he presses himself against it and takes a few more deep breaths. The nasty remnants of bourbon burns down his throat, sighing as he shuts his eyes. He thinks about everything once again, reiterating that you like him.
You. Like. Him.
Right. He has every reason to feel confident right now. Slowly heading back to the living room, he removes the hoodie he has on, hanging it by your front door. He’s seen this movie hundreds of times, purposely made sure to suggest something neither of you would be too distracted by.
You’re already curled up on the couch when he comes back, feet up with your legs folded. Immersed by the shire being shown on your movie theater sized television screen. Heeseung nods to himself again, sitting down right by your side so that his leg can press against yours. “Found the bathroom?” You ask, leaning into him.
He smiles, lifting his arm to drape around your shoulders. Softly rubbing up and down where his hand lands on your upper arm. “Yeah. You sure you don’t want a drink?”
“You trying to get me drunk?” You ask jokingly, seeming more comfortable now as you nestle deeper into his side.
“No!” He heaves, making a strangled noise. The bob in his neck jumping up and down. Fuck, Frodo’s already on the move, and he still isn’t. He needs to work fast. Turning his neck, he grabs your chin, swiping his other hand through the back of your hair.
“A-ah, you’re caught in my necklace.”
“Shit, I’m sorry..” he apologizes, unattaching the clasp from his bracelet.
“It’s fine,” smiling softly, you fix the pieces of his bangs falling out of place. Forming more of a heart shape to frame his forehead. “Cute.”
Heat flames his cheeks, sliding to cup the back of your head properly, he leans in closer. Opening his lips up to shove his tongue inside of your mouth. The photos of your mouth hanging open, crossed eyed with drool falling down to your chest swarm through his mind. Pushing his tongue in deeper to reach your tonsils, he grabs one of your hands. Wrapping around your wrist to lead you to touch the bulge forming in his pants.
“Heeseung,” you swallow, coughing. Eyebrows pinched together as you cup around his groin. Struggling to breath or get a word out with his tongue slithering past your mouth, licking at every side. “S-slow down.”
Pulling back, he glares at you, gaze unintentionally hardened. Moreso confused that you’re suggesting he stop, maybe he’s not doing good. “Isn’t this what you want?”
The speed your expression changes at should have been enough of an answer. Your flushed appearance and heavy eyelids melting into a distant, disappointed look. “What I want?”
Sucking at the backs of his teeth, he leans in to kiss you again. Denied your lips as you turn away and he lands on your cheek. “W-what?”
“Oh yeah. This is what I want.” Shutting your eyes for a few seconds, you grab onto his shoulders. Prying him away to rest his back against the couch so that you can stand up. Lightly kick his feet apart to create space between his thighs.
He gulps, following your hands sliding down from your chest to the hem of your top, clutching your digits over the material. Enlarged eyes shift away from your lower half, moving up to your face, skin worried between his eyebrows. “Uhm..”
“Wanna fuck me?” Rolling your top up, you throw it aside. Flipping your hair away and off of your shoulders to give him a full view of your lace black bra, cupping your breasts so nicely, rounded with full cleavage.
“Wh—huh??” This shouldn’t feel wrong anymore. Even with his dick twitching inside of the confines of his jeans he can’t help but to feel an ache in his chest. Pinching under the muscle protecting his heart. He gasps as you come down and sit on your knees, grabbing onto them and settling between his thighs.
“How do you want me?” You ask, sultry and seductively. Batting your eyelashes and nibbling at your bottom lip. Your hand returns between his legs, smoothing your palm over the pronounced bulge expanding there. “Inside my mouth?”
Digging his fingers into the sides of his thighs, he furiously blinks. Tilting his chin in to look at you sat on the floor. “Why are you doing this?”
“What?” You huff through your nose, releasing a whisper of a laugh.
“This.” He nods from your hand stroking his size over his jeans to your position. Licking over his lips nervously.
“..isn’t this what you want?” You smile, not reaching your eyes as you reach for his zipper. “To fuck a porn star, treat me like the whore you think I am?”
“So, this is what you think of me?” You interrupt, watery voice hitting him hard. Slipping your hand away from his crotch, you shift back. Pushing yourself to stand back up
“No! It’s not! I swear, I just—“
“Let me guess, someone showed you my account and you thought what the hell? She does it for a living anyway, right?”
He can’t even look at you, staring at his hands on his lap. He can hear you sniffle, each of your words coming out more broken than the last. This wasn’t how he had imagined this night to turn out. Not even close. “My friends told me to do it.”
“Oh—that’s, that’s rich.” You scoff, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “Get the hell out of here. God, here I thought I’d finally met a nice guy! A normal guy!”
He is normal, maybe. Maybe he’s nothing more than a failure, can’t even think for himself when something too good to be true shows up and slaps him across the face. Getting up when you pull at his shirt, he hangs his head, trudging to the door. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh you’re sorry?! Sorry that you didn’t get to fuck me and go brag about it to your friends?!”
“No, that..” trailing off, he clutches his chest where the pinching pain has gotten worse. Making it harder to breathe as his lungs tighten up under the weight of his failure. “That I—I just, why didn’t you tell me??”
“Because I didn’t want to! Okay?!” You say roughly, lips quivering. Big wet eyes shaking when you meet his gaze.
“Why? I—“
“Because I loved the way you looked at me.” Tears break and slip down your cheeks. Shaking them off as you turn away and cross your arms over your chest to cover yourself, to hide. “Please, leave.”
“I’m sorry, I swear! I really don’t know what the hell I was thinking!” He knows he sounds more than pathetic, whiny even. Dragging his hands through his hair frustrated that he can’t think of the right thing to do or say.
“Do you even have any idea how—“ sighing, you shut your eyes. Throwing off whatever emotions are attacking you left and right. “Forget it, just get out!”
He nods, sensing the tears hanging on for life at the corners of his eyes. Slipping his shoes back on, he steps out. “Hold on, I—“
“Fuck you.”
The door slams shut in his face. Releasing the tears he tried to hold in, trickling out hot onto his flushed cheeks. He falls down to a deep squat, feels short of breath, burying his head between his knees. He’s an idiot, the biggest fucking idiot in the world.
Who knows how long he cried in front of your door before finally dragging his sorry ass out to his car. You probably have some security camera and saw it all, his puffy eyes and red nose, not that he can feel any lower right now. And maybe you deserve to see his shame and humiliation. Not even Ddongy can lift his mood once he makes it home and falls face flat onto his bed, hoping that the world will self-destruct before he has to face another day. He falls asleep just like that, still in the same clothes he had on, carrying light traces of your perfume and whatever detergent you use to wash your belongings.
For the first time ever since opening the store, he calls off. Knowing too well that he’s financially in no place to actually close the store for a day, he calls up Jake begging for him to at least work half of the day.
“Please don’t ask anything dude, I can’t talk about it right now.”
Jake’s half awake and groggy voice diminishes any fight he has in him to be nosey and probe about last night. Snickering and joking around that Heeseung probably had the best sex of his life last night and wants to ice his dick. He agrees to working, tells him to not worry and for once he’s thankful to have a best friend like Jake. Even if his advice on how to bag women is shit.
Not ready to break down about how badly he fucked everything up to Jake or Jungwon, he asks Beomgyu to meet up for coffee during his lunch break at their favorite cafe. Driving down the same highway he’d been on with you only a few nights ago to meet him, he curses the universe for taunting him. The company Beomgyu works for is by the mall, of course.
“You never take time off from working.” His best friend raises a judgmental eyebrow. “You also never look this fucking terrible.” He mutters, mixing packets of Splenda into his coffee.
“Thanks.” Heeseung grumbles, sinking into his seat. It’s probably true, he didn’t bother to shower or change before deciding he needed to talk to someone, the sensible friend in his life.
“Alright, enough moping. What the hell happened?”
Stirring his coffee, he watches the foam melt into the dark brown watery liquid. Setting his elbow on the table and perching his cheek on his palm. “I’m an idiot.”
“Heeseung, I’ve known you since preschool and I wasn’t born yesterday! That’s obvious! Now get to it, I only have 50 minutes left.” Beomgyu snaps snarkily. Always on edge from working in an office at a computer all day while more than half of his coworkers still think his name is Mingyu. He’s been working there for 3 years!!
Glaring at his friend, he curses under his breath. Mentally wishing bad luck on that giant foreigner that started working at his job a few months ago and taught him that damn ‘I wasn’t born yesterday!’ phrase.
Fine. Where should he start? The part where he probably grossed you out by sticking his tongue down your throat? Or when you started crying. Rehashing the entire evening for the next 30 minutes, he goes back and forth to explain the reasons he did what he did. Jake and Jungwon! And ultimately he’s a loser with no confidence despite how nice you have been to him. How there’s actually no legitimately logical reason why you’d be into him, and yet you are. Or were.
“I made her cry, I could kill myself.” He sulks, pressing his chin onto his arms flattened on the table. Hunched over and defeated.
“Ugh, don’t be so dramatic.” Beomgyu scolds, flicking his empty wadded up sugar packets at him. “I mean, that sucks. As much as I hate when you get all stupid like this over a girl—“
“When’s the last time I even had a crush?!” He splutters, sitting up.
“Sophomore year of high school, that Senior girl with blue hair that dressed like Jinx on Halloween. You never had a chance.” He retorts, wiggling a finger at him. “But this girl, she’s different. I had to watch her making googly eyes at you for over an hour while you yapped about D&D of all things.”
Beomgyu shrugs, finishing off his cup of coffee. “You like her a lot, right?”
“Well, yeah?” Why else would he be here watching his overpriced cup of $8 coffee waste away instead of at work, likely getting beat up by a child again.
“Then don’t give up.” Beomgyu cringes, throwing a tip onto the table. “You want my advice? Be yourself, because she liked you for you. Not because of some black nail polish, or the cologne I let you borrow—and you better give it back! It sounds like,” making a face, he shakes his head. Letting out a quiet chuckle. “You’re similar! And she’s attracted to that. Just be yourself dude.”
Standing up, he adjusts his tie, clasping Heeseung on the shoulder. “You liked her before you found out about her.. career. Go back to that. Also, apologize profusely, until even your ass cheeks start sobbing.”
Heeseung reaches for his hand on his shoulder to give it a squeeze, offering a small smile. His good old trustworthy sensible friend, he really wasn’t born yesterday.
“And stop taking advice from those two idiots, please.” He grunts, messing up Heeseung’s hair. “Gotta get back to work.”
“Thanks Gyu, I really needed that.”
“Yeah yeah, don’t get used to it.” He winks before exiting the cafe. Leaving him to sit there alone and sip at his now cold coffee. Gazing out of the window at the giant mall parking lot across the street lost in thought. He’ll never be able to go back to Round One again without thinking about you. Everytime he hears ‘finish him!’ your laughter will follow. And when he sees those stupid little dolls you love, he’ll think about how he couldn’t even win you one.
Wait.
Abandoning his half full cup of coffee, he jogs out to his car to drive over to the mall. Apologizing profusely seems like the best advice he’s gotten overall, that, and he wants to.
Stopping at the ATM outside before he enters he glares at the money sitting in his bank account that Jungwon loaned him to cover the store's rent. Rent that’s due in less than a week. Those little dolls were $30 a pop.. and his chances of actually winning one are slim to none. Regretfully he pulls out the few thousand meant to be used to keep his landlord and the bank off of his ass. He’ll figure out how to pay it somehow, he always does.. Hours and hours spent at the same claw machine end with failure after failure. It’s only after a few hundred dollars that he finally manages to capture one of these gremlin dolls. Even falling to his knees and clutching it his heart as the machine dispenses it and a group of people who have formed around him clap, cheering him on.
Heeseung turns in a circle, awkwardly waving and smiling at them. “Hey! It’s that nerd from Gamestop!”
Riwoo. God damnit, this kid is his curse!
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” One of his friends, Woonhak asks. Folding his arms and rolling his eyes. “Aren’t you too old to be collecting Labubu’s?”
Scoffing under his breath, he tucks the small plushie into his backpack. Pulling out another $100. “It’s not for me.”
“Are you reselling them? Pft, trying to invade my territory now?!” Riwoo gripes.
“No, this girl.. I was sort of dating..”
Riwoo’s eyes go wide behind his glasses, snapping his fingers. “The one that chased me out of the store and tried to buy my Charizard pull for $500?!”
Heeseung’s head snaps up, disbelief all over his face. “What?!”
Woonhak laughs, remembering the events. “We told her it’s a no go! Nothing less than $700.”
“That cards not worth that much! You little—“
“So what, she still bought it!” Riwoo grins, posing proudly with his shoulders pronounced. “I’m a real business man, unlike you.”
“Wait, what?? She paid you SEVEN hundred for that Charizard card?!”
Riwoo nods, poking Woonhak’s side with his elbow. “I should have gone for $800.”
Heeseung’s face drops, turning back to stare inside of the claw machine. But you said you had found someone else willing to sell theirs.. someone who happened to live nearby around town.. you lied?! And paid this little shit head more than double the amount this card's even worth?!
Pulling it out of his pocket, he presses it to his lips. More determined than ever to win you this entire case of Labubu’s!
Five more hours fly by, and the machine full of ugly smiling dolls blurs in front of his eyes. Making the dolls appear to laugh as he blinks and rubs his exhaustion away, not removing his other hand off the joystick despite how hard it’s cramping. Determined or not, this claw machine is more unforgiving than what should be considered fair for a kids game. Finally unattaching himself from the machine, he lets out a pained sound. Unable to stretch his fingers out as he gathers the Labubu’s he managed to win…maybe something over $1000 later. He stopped counting after $600.
Counting the 9 dolls in his bag, he sighs, smiling at the pink one he had originally wanted to win for you. At least he managed that.
Heading back out, he sits in his car for a few minutes mewling over what to do. What if you never want to see him again? Or do you need space? Maybe you’ve already moved on and forgotten about him. Unfortunately, he had looked at your Onlyfans account again, only to see your face, nothing more. The blaring number of over 4.5 million subscribers is what rushed him to click out before he could bother to save any photos or check out more. A girl like you had plenty of suitors, sending you tons of gifts.. and here he is with a backpack full of dolls trying to sweep you off of your feet.
“Idiot.” He mumbles, starting the car to drive to your place. Half hoping you won’t be home, maybe won’t even open the door when you see it’s him through the peephole.
He is willing to beg for you to hear him out, even if it leads to nothing. Even if you ask for him to never contact you again and leave you alone. He needs to tell you how he feels.
Pacing out in front of your door for a few minutes, he goes over what to say. Definitely looking like a mad man if anyone was to walk by and see him murmuring while going back and forth.
Knocking on your door, he waits, heart beating so loud that it feels like a mild earthquake has erupted. The sound of the latch opening stills his breath, finding your gaze as you step back and open up halfway.
“Hi.” He breathes, hoisting the straps of his backpack onto his shoulders tighter. “I uh—I’m an idiot, okay?? I saw your account and I—I don’t know. I freaked out.” He rambles, squeezing at the straps to stop his hands from flailing about. “And I shouldn’t have listened to my friends! I should have thought about you first. All I care about is you, you know? All I want is for us to go back to normal again.”
“Can it be normal? Now that you know?”
Opening and shutting his mouth, he nods for a while. Trying to really think about what you just said.
No. It can’t be normal, and that’s not your fault, only his for ever making you feel that way.
“This is probably stupid.” Dropping to his knees, he takes off his backpack and unzips it open. Picking out the pink labubu first. “But I should have won this for you the other day..”
“Heeseung, are you crazy?! How did you?—“
“I played, a lot.” He nods, standing up to hand you his bag. “You can just keep that, I’ll buy a new one. I know it’s not much but I’m sorry, I’m really fucking sorry.”
Hugging his bag to your chest, you frown, bottom lip quivering.
“I know who you really are.” He continues, rubbing at his nape nervously without anything to distract his hands with. “And you’re better than this, than what I was trying to pull. You’re better than me. You freaking bought me a Charizard card.” He sighs, head shaking still not believing it. “You’re like, not even in the same tax bracket as me. Hell, I’ll probably never even come close, so please, don’t let some loser like me ever make you feel bad about yourself.”
“Heeseung?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Wringing his hands, he stops, jaw falling open. “What?”
“For looking at me, and seeing me.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that. That’s what you deserve, you’re amazing.” Coughing to clear his throat. He shoves his hands inside of his pockets, looking from side to side.
“And you’re not a loser.” You say, holding the pink labubu up to your face. “No loser could win me all of these.”
Little do you know that he can barely move his fingers right now.
“You’re really sorry?” You smirk, leaning against the door frame.
“Very.”
“How sorry?” You continue to question, sounding playful. “Willing to do anything sorry?”
“Yes?” He stutters, licking his lips. “Is there something you have in mind?”
Grinning from ear to ear, you nod. “I have an idea.”
———————————-
“It’s been a few weeks, did you miss me?”
Heeseung’s chest thumps rapidly, having to rub over his heart to make sure he’s not imagining it. He’s standing stoically still at the corner of your bedroom, eyes darting from side to side, back to your figure sitting on the middle of your bed on your knees. Seductively leaning in closer to the camera set up in front of you. He gulps, forcing himself to not fuss with his hair, opting to bite at his nails instead. He watches you toy with the long ears on your soft fuzzy hoodie, winking as the sounds of coins rush in and your viewers grace your return with enough money to instantly raise the numbers in the chat over $1000 after only a few minutes since going live.
This is really happening. The last month has been such a rollercoaster leading up to this moment. After actually successfully getting through every Lord of the Rings movie(director’s cut and all), and building the boxes of unopened dressers and shelves you needed help with, despite the struggle, you ended up visiting a few new places. Cafes, bookstores, an 80s themed arcade, somehow even finessed a mall trip that ended up with him acquiring some new clothes that you insisted looked great on him. Much to his dismay when you also insisted on paying, exclaiming that it was your treat.
He can officially say that you are his girlfriend, and now as he stands here watching you announce to thousands of your subscribers that you found someone, he stops chewing at his cuticle for a second to really focus.
“You know I’m always complaining and whining about how hard it is to meet guys. How badly I just wish one of you lonely gamer boys would come fuck me instead and make this easier for me.” You laugh, looking off camera in his direction. “I know you’ve all been begging ever since I opened my Onlyfans to do content with guys.. I never really wanted to.”
Heeseung smooths his hands down the front of his shirt. A plain black t-shirt, nothing special, and joggers, his outfit didn’t matter much for this since it’d be coming off soon anyway. “But I met someone, and guys..I really like him.” You squeal, cupping your cheeks with the sweater paws covering your hands. “Anddd we’ve been getting to know each other so much these past few weeks!”
He looks at the computer screen where the chats going crazy, blowing up with messages from what he can only assume are your loyal subscribers who have followed you since the beginning based on their responses.
YourDaddy97: ‘Is our baby girl finally going to get fucked?’
-YourDaddy97 sent 200 coins
YourDaddy97: ‘Please say yes.’
G00nking: ‘Hey doll face, so happy for you. He better treat you right or we’ll fuck him up.’
Hungry4pus$y: ‘What’s the plans for tonight princess? Really hope you’ll finally use the dildo I sent.’
Rubbing at his neck, he has to remind himself that you do not actually know any of these people. He is the one currently standing in your bedroom for free watching you giggle as you continue on explaining. He’s the one that gets to touch you and wake up by your side tomorrow.
Milftittiez: ‘God please tell me you’ll take it up the ass baby. Need to see that little hole get fucked.’
-Hungry4pus$y sent 500 coins
Hungry4pus$y: ‘I second that.’
You never read the chat while you’re live anyway. Turning back to look at you, he gasps, finding your gaze on him.
“He’s really amazing, and super nice to me.. he makes me laugh, I can’t stop thinking about him. Uhm..” slowly running your eyes down his frame, you pause and take a deep breath. Gazing at the bulge already pushing out against his sweats. His cheeks flame up, biting on his lip.
As good as kissing had been, sex with you was even better. Everything he’d been missing out on before with others whenever he felt dissatisfied, lacked feelings and left feeling more miserable than before; with you everything felt right, comfortable, easy. Better than what he could have even tried to concoct in his wet dreams.
When you had suggested inviting him to join you on a live show he had initially panicked, worried that he wouldn’t be impressive for your audience, but you had really drilled it in how much they’d love it.
He’s relatable, he’s one of them.
“Right uhh,” giggling to yourself, you start to fan your face. “Got distracted. I guess it’s time I introduce you all to my special guest, my boyfriend.” Looking back over at him, you reach out your covered palms. Opening and shutting them with a pout. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Taking a deep breath, he moves into the shot on the camera. The image of what your viewers see reflected on another screen next to your computer. Your face, his hips and prominent bulge, the eagerness your smile paints as you reach for his hands. “My baby.”
Biting your lip, you sit up more on your knees, eyes flicking up to look at him. Appearing so innocent and docile on the screen that he continues to look at from the corner of his eye. “And he’s going to listen to all of you. Make sure that I get fucked real good, aren’t you?”
He turns to look at you, reaching for your chin to stroke his fingers across. Eyes darkening as he leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips. “Is that what you want?”
Fingers drag across your bottom lip, catching the tips of them a few times. You shut your eyes and nod, humming and sucking one of his fingers in deeper. “Want it, you know how I like it.”
“Yeah?” He sighs, wiping the saliva from his digits down your chin to your throat. Placing his palm across it to hold your neck back and keep your eyes on him. “Tell me, tell them.”
The chat continues to go wild, messages flooding in even faster. The endless sound of coins chiming.
Milftittiez: ‘Fuck the hell out of her man. Do what I only wish I could. Lucky bastard.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘That’s our boy!!’
-G00nking sent 800 coins
G00nking: ‘Breed her.’
“Want you to fuck me, fuck me so hard until I cry.” You plead shakily, pulling his hips to your chest. Chin perched on his stomach gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Make it hurt.”
Heeseung’s eyes glaze over for a moment, softly cupping your face and caressing your cheeks. Mouth twitching with the need to tell you how pretty you look, how much he likes you. How he’s sorry for what he’s about to do to you, even if you’re begging for it. “Don’t even know what you’re asking for, do you baby?”
Climbing onto your bed, he kneels onto the space behind your figure, his face coming into the shot. The chat explodes as he drapes a hand over your throat and presses his lips to your cheek. Whispering as his other hand slides onto the front of your stomach and steals your breath. “Safe word?”
“Video games.” You whisper, mostly mouth back at him. A lustful gaze letting him know how far gone you already are, grazing your lips down his jawline.
‘I want it rough, nasty, be as mean as you want.’ You said much too excited while giving him a pep talk only an hour ago.
He cups your chin, turning your head to look at him. Diving to connect your lips, hot tongue pushing its way inside. Moving from your neck to the back of your head, he grips onto your hair. Pulling your neck back to arch as he explores inside of your mouth, swallowing the excited moans you keep letting out. It’s more heated and sensual than rough, really taking the time to taste and massage his tongue against yours. Fisting at your hair, he sucks onto your bottom lip, beginning to feel woozy when you whisperly breathe out his name, quiet enough for only him to hear.
Judging by the way you twist around by your waist, and shaking hands find their way to his shoulders, he pulls back only to look at you. Lightly pecking the tip of your nose. “What’s my pretty girl have on under this?” He asks, loud enough for the mics around your bed to pick up on. Reaching for the zipper of your oversized bunny hoodie, toying with it. He smirks and turns you back to face the camera, lifting an eyebrow. “Should we find out?”
It’s clear the chat room cheers him on, dropping more coins in to encourage his hand to slide lower and finally reveal what you’ve been hiding. “Hee, please.” You gasp, head thrown back against his chest. Eyelashes flutter as you reach for his cheek and he moves to sit behind you. Legs bracketing your hips, hard cock pressed to your lower back.
“What? Use your words.”
“Touch me,” you whine. Attempting to roll back and lift your ass from the bed to press against his cock. “Please touch me.”
“Yeah? Want it that bad?” He sighs, fighting with himself to keep taking it slow. The longer this goes the more you’ll make, that’s what you said. Licking at your chin, he wraps around your waist again. Slowly pulling the zipper down to stop just where your breasts begin to round out. “So needy for it.”
“Uh huh,” you whine, shivering against him.
“Think you should beg a little more baby, my sweet baby.” His nose drags down your cheek, softly inhaling your soft dreamy scent. “They want to hear you beg.”
“Please daddy.” You croon, falling deeper into a hedonistic head space. The lost look in your eye magnifying how far you’ve drifted.
Heeseung sucks at the backs of his teeth, eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbone. His eyes open up with a heavy intense gaze on your flushed face. Chest rising and falling fast as you pant, breath straining the more you squirm against him. “Shh shh,” tugging your zipper lower, he leisurely inches down. Taking a deep breath as he reaches the bottom and peels the sweater off of your chest.
The sound of coins clink louder, pushing the material off of your shoulders to show off the lace pink bra you have on, contrasting beautifully against your skin. The matching thong panty and garter belt on your shapely waist. And the thigh highs squeezed enticingly on your upper thigh, spilling out enough flesh to make anyone watching want to desperately rut between them, ruining the sheer material with endless layers of cum.
He had helped you to choose this lingerie set out the day you went to the mall together. Some store called Agent Provocateur that he’s never heard of, and a total announced at the register that made his eyes nearly fall out of his skull. Someday he’d be the one to quickly whip out his card and swipe before you even have the chance to think about it.
As he drags his fingers down over your breast, pressing a kiss to your trembling throat, he almost feels sorry at the thought of stripping any of it off of your body. Almost.
“Gorgeous.” He whispers, dipping his hands against the curvature of your waist. Littering a few more chaste kisses along the column of your throat, he scoots back. Pulling at the hem of his shirt and tossing it off to the side. He leans against the tower of pillows decorating your headboard, stretching his legs open. “Come here baby,” he says smoothly, patting his thigh.
Slowly shifting to turn around, you drop the rest of the sweater off of your figure, bending down and arching for the camera behind you as you begin to crawl and make your way over to him. “Turn around.” He directs, spinning one of his fingers in a circle. Returning back to your original position with your back pressed to his chest, you let out a relieved sound. Eyes drifting half shut as his arms engulf you and squeeze you closer. “Doing such a good job, bet your fans wish they could be in my place right now.”
A soft hum passes between the two of you, sliding his hands down past the garterbelt on your waist, he traces across the top of your panties. Dragging his fingertips along the frilly material before he gathers it all together and pulls them to one side. Throwing his legs over yours when you let out a gasp, he pulls them further apart, fully manhandling your position.
“Keep them open,” he says raspily. Voice turning hoarse the harder he breathes. Inhaling deeply through his nose as he fists them harder and yanks until the sound of seams snapping hits his ears. Exposing your wet core to the audience he’s sure is intently watching, finally getting to see someone else make use of your perfect body.
“God.. shit,” you huff, burying your face against his neck. Suddenly feeling more exposed than you ever have when alone riding the various collection of sex toys you’ve acquired, more vulnerable with his body heat melding into yours. Igniting flames around the two of you, spreading tremors down to your toes.
Heeseung’s chest beats wildly, using his other hand to smooth across your wet inner thigh, hissing when his palm gets coated with your arousal. “Baby wants to cum real bad, doesn’t she?” He asks against your ear, teasingly pushing the heel of his palm against your mound. Setting your hips off to jump against the touch. He grunts and pulls roughly at your panties, burning the skin along your groin where the fabric digs in.
Slowly walking two of his digits lower past your clit, he teases at your opening. Barely brushing the tips of his fingers between your slit just to feel the thick wetness that’s accumulated. Biting down to hiss between his teeth as he sluggishly circles over your entrance. “Making a real mess,” he says, flicking the wetness off of his fingers and splattering the bedding beneath your ass. “Insane how fucking wet you are.”
“Unnghh..” reaching back to grip onto his shoulders, you try to squirm. Kept down by the weight of his legs on yours. Slick wetness drips down past the crevice of your ass, soaking through the backs of your thigh highs burying against the bed.
“What was that?” He grins, nose pressing against your cheekbone. Teeth nipping at your jawline. “This what you want?” He says only to drive you crazy. Slowly rubbing and softly pressing his digits against your entrance. The sound of wetness emitting so loud, filling your chest with embarrassment. Only a few touches and he already has you kicking your feet, eyes rolled up looking at him full of desperation.
Loudly moaning as he runs up between your slit to brush around your clit, you frantically nod. Tongue hanging out panting like a dog, making his grin widen and crinkle the skin at the corners of his eyes.
The heat radiating between your thighs could burn his skin, biting down on his lip to hold back a hiss, he finally presses on your clit. Only to pull back and rip a cracked whine from your throat. Using the arm around your waist to pull you closer, he slides lower, digging his fully erect length into your lower back.
“Please, Hee—“ you say fast and frenetic, eyes bouncing around his face full of panic. “Please!” Clawing at his shoulders helplessly, you scratch at his skin. Digging your manicured nails in to leave marks behind.
Heeseung’s eyes thin for a minute, tapping your clit a few times.
Be as mean as you want.
“You want it?” He dares to ask again before you can completely fall apart in his arms. Digging his cock into your back for some type of relief. He grinds forward, pushing through the wetness drenching your cunt, pushing his fingertips past your throbbing entrance. He stills again, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Daddy!” You cry, head shaking from side to side. Legs trembling against his, tipping your neck back to fully look at him. “Please,” you slur out, tears rippling down your cheeks.
Bucking your hips up from the bed in desperate attempt to get him deeper inside, you sniffle, sucking at your wet bottom lip. “Want it so bad, wan—want you so bad.”
Heeseung’s head could spiral off of his body, chest caving as he licks the tears off of your cheek. Glancing up at the camera from his peripheral, he smirks. The never ending sound of coins coming in reminding him that he got the girl. He’s not the loser anymore.
Shoving two of his fingers inside of you with ease, his eyelids flutter for a minute. Groaning at the way your pussy easily sucks him in, gushing wet slick warmth around his digits. Thick fingers finally stretch between your walls, already so swollen with blood and restless rage of hunger to be filled. “Greedy pussy, sucking on my fingers.” He says between gritted teeth, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Crooking them deeper, he angles his wrist to get inside past his knuckles. Pushing his cock harder against your back, writhing against you creating sweet friction that runs through his balls. Suctioning heat grips around his digits, using more strength to penetrate and rub the tips of his fingers against a squishy part deep inside of you. He grunts as you let out a strangled cry, bouncing against his cock until you manage to fully sit on his lap and rub your ass on the tent pressing out of his sweats.
“F-fuck.” Heeseung’s mind slips for a moment. Breaking his gaze away from your perky ass cheeks going up and down over his lap. He clenches the backs of his teeth, shoving his thick fingers in and out of you faster. Pushing them against your velvety wet walls, hitting each nerve that numbs through your core, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
“Daddy, please, w-want your cock. Fuck m-me!” You stutter, mostly unintelligibly. Stumbling on your words between gasps and moans.
“Wait.” He says firmly. Trying to keep himself calm and collected as his other hand sweeps down lower, tapping your clit while simultaneously working his digits in and out of your cunt. “You don’t tell me what to do.” Sucking your earlobe between his lips, he furiously pumps his fingers. Aiming them deep exactly where you need, tapping your clit with rapid speed that has you throwing your hips up again.
“Want..” you whisper, sounding dazed. Voice trailing off as you blink to look at him. Chest heaving up and down, coughing between your tears that keep spilling out. Writhing against him, your lips open and part over and over again. Losing your train of thought as Heeseung works his fingers to move at the same speed. Pinching your bundle of nerves between two digits, scissoring your cunt open to take his cock soon. The anticipation of what’s to come pinches through your limbs. Stilling as your orgasm approaches and the pace of his touch stirs you into a frenzy, rolling your clit between his fingers so roughly, you think that you could die from the stimulation.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Lost in the headspace you’ve fallen into, you can’t stop chanting out every wanton beg possible. Slewing nonsense as a wash of cold drenches down your body, sweating even with the cold brrr of air conditioning circulating around. You manage to kick out from under Heeseung’s legs, feet pointed out and eyes clenched. “A-aahh!”
Relentless fingers curve inside of you, pulling all of your release out. Shooting slick past the two digits lodged deep inside of you as you scream out and reach to pull on his hair. Pussy dripping everywhere as the sound of coins chimes so loud throughout your bedroom. Cumming so hard that the clear liquid almost reaches the camera, landing in trickles at the ledge of your bed.
Popping his fingers free, he lifts his drenched hand to your face. Harshly breathing against your back as he stretches them open, playing with your sticky cum dripping down his palm. “Came from that alone? And still think that you deserve my cock?”
The loudest whimper you’ve let out breaks from your lips, twisting your neck back with wet eyes. “Please! Want your cock! I deserve it! I deserve it!” You say erratically, grabbing his hand and dragging his wet pruned fingertips down the middle of your tongue.
He tsk, tugging them away and smearing the rest of your wet slick onto your cheek. “That all you got?”
God he hopes it is. His cock throbs, preparing to rip right through his sweats if he doesn’t fuck you already. Choking on a moan when he lifts his eyebrows up and down, you shake your head and get on your knees. Arching your back with your ass jutted out, dropping your chest to the bed.
Shakily sitting up, he strokes up and down the backs of your thighs, cupping your ass to test the weight of it in his hands. He squeezes for a minute, pinching one side of your soaked through panties between his fingers before dragging the material together.
“Ah, fuck.” He curses, kissing the backs of his teeth. The pink jewel gleaming between your ass cheeks shoots painful pangs straight through his cock. Tapping on the end of the plug sitting nicely inside of your ass. He hisses again as it pulsates in and out, catching your gaze looking back at him with hope. “This for me?”
“Mmhmm,” swaying your hips side to side to entice him, you reach back and pull your buttcheeks apart. Gripping at the plug covered with a ton of lube and your slick that slipped down. Pulsing the gem to taunt him. “W-want you.”
Pushing himself away from your pillows, he rubs over his bulge, lips pulled back baring his teeth. “That’s how you want to get fucked, huh?” He softly chuckles, leaning over your bent posture. Palm finding the back of your neck to keep you held down in place. “Fucked up the ass like a whore before I ruin your pussy?”
His rasped whispered words nearly force the plug out of your ass, nodding fast before you break into another round of pleads. You slowly blink at him, licking the tip of his nose. “Give it to me.”
God. It’s as if every single shitty thing that’s ever happened to him gets erased from his memory. Only leaving space to remember this moment, how perfect you are, how not even in his wildest fantasies would he have ever been able to come up with anything this good.
Sitting back up with his hand remaining heavy on your neck, he shoves his sweats down, enough to free his length and stroke the mess of precum that's coated his tip. Slapping the meaty girth down on your ass just to hear the loud clap of skin on skin swarm around him, dizzying him all the more. He gets behind you, letting go of your throat to scratch down the top of your spine and unhook your bra, shoving the straps away for the perfect view of the pretty sunken dip between your shoulder blades.
Grabbing around the sparkling end of the plug, he pulls it out only an inch, shoving it back inside only to make you lose your mind. To hear the tongue-tied jarble you let out, crying and begging. “What was that?” He asks coldly, dark eyes trailing down your body. Squeezing your hips and slotting his cock between your ass.
“F-fuck my hole, fuck my ass.” You ask too sweetly, softly. Voice torn to shreds from all the tears that you wanted to rain down so badly.
Heeseung has to take a deep breath when he pulls the plug free. Choking on his spit as our rim flutters, glistening with lube, gaped and empty. Made for his cock to fuck and fill.
For a minute he rubs his length up and down your rim, questioning how exactly he’s supposed to fit in there. You wanted it to hurt..
Cupping your core, he smears the wetness dribbling out on his palm. Painting the mess of it onto his size before pulling his hips back and slamming forward. Penetrating past the tip due to the prep you did earlier and the lubricant still coating your insides. He manages to get half of his length in with one thrust. Eyes squeezing shut at the immediate tight heat he’s met with.
An obscene pleasured and pained moan echoes around him. Splitting you apart on his cock as he thrusts in deeper and meets obstruction, coming to a still to suck air in through his nose.
“Ah—ahh!” You scramble beneath him. Hands roaming for something to dig your nails into, clutching at the bedding. The toy had been useful to prep you for this, but not good enough to prepare for just how thick and big Heeseung is. Filling your ass so full, so fucking full that it’s blinding. Looking at the inside of your skull from the way your eyes roll back. Tasting his cock so deep, you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to accept another.
It’s only a minute or less before he’s pulling back out to the tip. Groaning at the way your hole pulsates around him, trying to suck him back inside. Hooking his hands onto your garter, he thrusts back inside with more force. Ripping another long cry from your throat that could shatter glass. The sting of his punching thrusts claps against your ass, filling the room with your heavy breathing, the collision of wet skin, sounds of pleasure reaching new heights.
Heeseung aims at the same spot inside of you over and over again. His clothed thighs pressed against the back of yours as a reminder that he’s still dressed from the waist down, really painting the picture of what a whore you must look like right now. Getting fucked like this in front of thousands, subscribers who will never forget this judging from the sound of pings coming from the chat.
Fat tears burn down your cheeks as he bends forward and really rides your ass. Burying his feet into the bed with his hips pressed against yours, hitting so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. Running one of his hands back down to your neck, he grips it for a minute. Clutching your throat as be brutally pounds into your ass and drops his gaze down to watch your skin ripple and bounce against him. Pulling back and snapping his hips forward with enough force to shove your face deeper into the bed, muffling your pretty cries. “This is what you wanted.” He groans, licking at drool dripping down his chin.
“Y-yes!”
“Tell them,” fisting a wad of your hair, he pulls your head back. Bowing your back in and cracking your neck muscles in the process. You let out a shout, blinking large wet eyes right at the camera. “Tell them how good it feels.”
Breath lodges in your throat, makeup ruined from the tears that have smeared across your face. The chat obviously loses it when you finally acknowledge them. “L-love getting my tight little ass fucked.”
Fuck. Heeseung has to drop his chin in order to hide his face. Cock twitching inside of your ass at the lewd way you talk, making so many jealous, making him lose all ties to his sanity. The sound of skin hitting skin grows louder, fist tightening in your hair. He rams down and fucks your ass with ferocity. The arch in your back looks impossibly deep now, undoubtedly painful. Showing off your pretty marked up throat for all of your horny viewers to envy. Fucking his thick cock as his hips jerk with each squeeze you give. He growls, suddenly throwing your head down to grip your hips. “Come on, fucking you this good. Where the fuck are your manners?”
The last thing your brain can process is what the hell manners even mean right now. “I-I—I dunno.” You whimper, repeating yourself a few more times.
“Don’t act dumb.” He rolls his hips. Circling them and his cock deep inside of your ass. His fingers slide down your cheeks, dipping into your open mouth, and he pulls. Yanks you back by your mouth, drooling out onto the bed as you look at the camera in shock. “Tongue out like that, say thank you.”
The image on the screen makes his cock throb. Beating against the insides of your ass, tightening his balls up as drool drips out down your tongue. Covering his fingers with spit and your tears that flow like no tomorrow.
“T-thank you.”
God you sound pathetic, groveling and struggling to move your mouth. Coughing out a wad of spit as he continues to fuck your ass open, jabbing out more trickles of drool to fly out.
Heeseung fully pulls you back, stretching your mouth all the way open as he sits you right on his cock and fucks into you with manic speed. Blinking sweat away from his eyes, he watches himself with the most deranged expression, pummeling deep inside of your ass. Tits bouncing on the screen with your bra discarded somewhere on the bed. Panties all strewn and ruined, thigh highs enhancing how sexy and fuckable you look. He feels crazed, mouth going slack, eyebrows pinched together.
“Hee—“ you seize up around him, gurgling his name. Dropping his fingers from your mouth he grips around your throat with both hands. Leveraging his strength with a chokehold, he uses extra force to bounce you up and down his length. Even as you lock up and make it near impossible for his cock to move. Tiny hole making it harder for him to fuck you, filling him with insatiable rage as he thrusts harder, knocking tearsdrop from your chin.
Slick glistens all over your parted open inner thighs. Darkening the material of your thigh highs. He can’t believe it, how much you want it, how much you’re enjoying it. Loving it and begging for more, such a.. “Slut.” He bites out, placing his lips by your ear. Your mouth never shuts even after he lets go, tongue hanging out akin to a thirst starved animal. Panting heavily with no strength left in your jaw or ability to form coherent words. Letting out choked whines and wheezes, jabbed out with each sharp thrust he gives you.
Fucked without a care, pure abandon because he knows he still has to fuck you. Giving it his all with each slam of his hips, he bites on your earlobe. Dropping one hand between your thighs to deliver a harsh skin burning slap. The wet sound emitting out loud, swelling your cunt even more upon impact. He slaps again and again until you’re writhing against him, coughing, head dropped back releasing the most desperate sounds.
“This.” He huffs roughly, throwing his hips up with a powerful impact. “Is. What. You. Want?”
The gruff tone vibrates through your skull, slaps against your core matching his thrusts. Grazing your engorged clit in the most mind crushing way. Fucked into oblivion and aching everywhere, from the stinging pain all over your scalp to the bruises forming on your hips and neck. Exactly how you like it. Heeseung licks up your damp cheek, lips returning to press to your ear. “Gonna cum just from my cock in your ass?”
A silent scream cuts like knives inside of your throat, jaw dropped, eyes rolled all the way back. The most obscene pornographic stream your viewers have seen from you. Blowing their minds where they jerk off behind their computer screens to another man bringing you to your highest peakest of pleasure. Entire body quivering, ass clamping down on his cock, squirting onto your ruined bedding again as you reach climax. Entire body going limp as clear wet jumps from your unused cunt, going slack in his arms.
He growls, setting you back down onto all fours. Cock screaming inside of your tight asshole as his body begs for release. He squats over you on the bed, feet digging into the sheets. Pressing down on your shoulders, he thrusts in with determination, growing sloppy as you let out a howled scream. And his teeth grind together, rolling his hips down as the first string of sticky white string pours out of his tip. Stilling to bury the rest of his cum deep inside of your ass. He trembles, hunching over your body. The weight of him too much in your weakened state, sending you both to topple over.
“Fuck.”
Filthy. The smell of hot sex permeating around him. His cum trickling out of your gaped hole, the way his cock smacks against his stomach. He gasps for breath, rubbing over his face in disbelief. Even the chat quiets down for a minute, only a few chimes of coins drop. It’s possible that everyones too stunned to speak much of anything after that.
Catching his breath, he sits back up, turns to push your hair that’s now a complete mess out of your face. “Safe word?”
“Mm..” you try to smile, weak and dopey still coming down from your orgasm. “V-videos..” You slightly nod, pecking his lips as he leans in and rubs his nose against yours.
“Good girl.”
Heeseung blinks at the screens, crawling closer to the corner of your bed to read a few messages.
G00nking: ‘BREED HER PUSSY PLSS I’M FUCKING BEGGING DUDE!!’
-G00nking sent 1000 coins
YourDaddy97: ‘I second that, destroy her. Need to see that pussy filled with cum.’
-YourDaddy97 sent 1500 coins
MilkTitZSucker: ‘BREED HER BREED HER BREED HER!!’
Getting off of the bed, he shoves his sweats off, kicking his boxers aside. The chat continues to explode with requests to fist you, eat your ass, but the ones begging to breed you overpower all of them, spamming until they get their way. “We’re not done yet.” He says to the camera, reaching for your thighs to drag you closer. Legs hung off the bed with a perfect shot of your cunt for the camera, gaining a lot more earnings. He rubs up your calves to your knees, snapping the tops of your sticky thigh highs against your skin. Smoothing over your aching wet pussy, cupping it with his hand, heel of his palm digging against your clit. He teases for a few seconds, playing with your garter belt, massaging up to your breast to cup and squeeze. “One more baby? Can’t disappoint your fans.”
Slowly nodding your head, you reach for him, hands opening and closing needily. Pouting for them to be held. Linking his fingers between yours, he settles between your legs. Laying down with his chest pressed to yours, kissing your chin.
The first time you had sex had been slow, soft, mostly exploring each other’s bodies with tons of foreplay. But right now he needs to be inside of you, to feel every inch of his cock trapped in your warmth. Angling his hips, he presses his forehead to your cheek. Looking down to aim the tip of his length at your wet opening, gently nudging until he can press in. “Ughh..” he sighs, loving how wet you stay, even after all the abuse your ass endured. You slick up around his cockhead, making the push easier to pop the rest of it inside.
He prods for less than a minute to let you get used to the stretch. Grabbing your hands to place them on your breast, grasping your shoulders and pushing himself up. Dropping his lower half to penetrate deeper, inch by inch disappearing as you croon; toying with your nipples between your digits.
“Big—“ you say watery, shiny lips covered with drool. “S’too much, c-can’t.”
Heeseung can feel it, your cunt pulsing around his length. Pussy walls closing on him to push him out and pull him in deeper. Another gush of arousal pours down to his balls, cursing as he pulls out to the tip and gets a look at his glossy slick cock. “Don’t move,” he spits out, biting at his lip. “L-let me just—“
“Daddy—can’t fit you inside my pussy.” You say in a breathless exhausted voice. Heavy eyelids draped low, giving you the most sultry bedroom eyes.
Fuck.
His eyes slam shut to not cum too fast, balls clenched with the threat. A low groan tears from his throat, gripped even tighter as you wail again. “You’re so b-big, stretching me so good.”
“Yeah baby.” Heeseung can’t think of anything. Can’t think of what to do or say, only focused on how tight your pussy sucks his cock. His skin flushing and shining with sweat the longer he holds himself back from fucking you in earnest. “Like that?”
His hips buck on their own, burying himself to the hilt. Leaning forward, he really sinks your shoulders into the bed, somehow getting the very last inch of his cock inside of you. The pressure wide and firm, pressing his cockhead so deep. “The way you s-squeeze, fuck.”
Taking a hold of your neck, he reaches down to hook your thigh over his hip. Snaking his hand between your lower halves to rub your clit. He uses the new angle to grind his cock inside of you, matching the rhythm with the way his fingers circle around your clit. Fingers slipping lower between your folds from how wet you are. He pinches it between his digits and lets out a groan when you start to cum again. Pussy desperately contracting around his size, sliding in and out through your release. Continuing to work his cock through it, he kisses you again, licking your bee stung bitten lips. “Feel good?”
Mindlessly nodding and too delirious to answer, you let go of your breasts to hold on to his shoulders. His hips snap, thrusting in more ruthless with the extra glide of your slick. The hand on your throat loosens as he reaches down and grips your thighs. Pulling them both to press against his hips as he hammers in and out of your pussy. Clenching his teeth as he smooths to the backs to your knees and slowly rolls his hips trying to keep a fast pace. He pushes your knee pits forward, making them meet your shoulders as he bends you in half with his cock lodged inside of you. Strangled moans and whines mix with the grunts and groans he keeps letting out, shoving in again when he sees the skin under your navel protrude. “Fuck baby, that hurt?”
He does it again to hear you whimper, shaking your head. “Daddy please!”
Dragging his hands to your ankles, he moans and presses against the spot again. Rocking his hips forward faster with each thrust. “Please what, I said use your fucking words.”
“C-cum for me daddy,” you sound so pretty, moaning your words loudly. Cracking as they pass through your scratchy throat painfully. “Cum inside m-me!”
God. That does it. Heeseung’s arousal consumes him, gaze dropping from your angelically obscene face to your wrecked cunt. Staring at the way your the skin lining the rim of your entrance clings to his thick cock so pitifully. Snapping around him and luring him in deeper even if you can’t handle anymore. Selfishly wanting to be used and taken again and again.
“More!” You whine, weakly shoving your core against him to make him move faster.
Pressing roughly at the backs of your knees, he’s in full control now. Fucking forward so hard that all you can do is take and take. Breath hitching and locking in your throat as he pounds into you. Finding the perfect angle to drag his cock in and out.
Another wet splash of slick hits his groin, trickling down to his drenched balls. Making a mess between his thighs covered with your slick. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, fucking through the stream of squirt reaching high enough to hit the middle of his chest. “That’s it.” He groans, thrusting even harder.
Thighs still shake against him as you come down and gasps loudly. Digging your nails into the skin under his pecs, scratching and staring up at him in disbelief. It’s too overwhelming, the heat of your bodies meeting like this, the sticky wet sounds growing louder with each thrust. “G-gonna fucking—fuck your pussy full of cum.” He says strained, raspy and out of breath. “That’s what you want? That’s what you want!”
Blown out eyes stare down at you, forcing your legs open wider to find that spot deep inside of you that aches so good. He loses it, going crazy inside of your pussy. Thrusting so fast that it slides your back up the bed with him. Throwing all of his weight into each drop of his hips. “Fuck!”
Dropping your legs, he lets them flop out to your sides. Resting one hand on your lower belly and the other against your heart, beating so hard he can feel it. Thrusting deep, hitting the skin under his palm. The feeling of both at the same time does something to his brain, blacking out as you start to cum again. But he doesn’t stop, wants to fill your pussy until its dripping with his seed. Chasing his orgasm, he lets out a string of curses, cutting to shuddering breaths. His thrusts get messy, slowing down the last few as his face scrunches up and he lets out the longest broken groan. Spilling load after load of creamy hot white cum inside of your clenched pussy. His toes curl, hips twitching forward with slow pumps to drag it out.
He has to tuck his lips in to stop himself from saying something that could potentially scare you away, especially in front of thousands of gawking eyes. “Ugh..”
Lightly falling on top of you, he starts to pull out. Hissing and gliding the rest of his length free from your hole still squeezing around him. Dropping his body fully onto your bed, he hears the pings from the chat room, leaning over to kiss your forehead before he gets up to turn it off. “Be right back.”
“Mmph..” you mumble, half asleep. Standing up, he wipes his dick clean with his shirt, stepping into his sweats as he makes his way over to the computer.
‘Thanks for joining us, everyone. Have a goodnight.’
Turning everything off, he exits from the screens and makes his way to your bathroom to get a towel to clean you off with. Remembering to go back out to the hallway and grab his bag before he makes his way over to your limp figure curled up in bed. “You can’t sleep like this baby.” He smiles, wiping the dry cum and slick off of your thighs and stomach. Tenderly cleaning between your thighs when you hiss.
“Yes I can.” You say, muffled with your face half dug into a pillow.
“But I have something for you.”
Peeking open one eye, you look at him. Pushing up to sit up and groaning about your back. “More labubu’s?”
“Mmm no.. better, maybe.” He gets up, tossing the dirty towel into your hamper. Setting his bag down on your bed, he unzips it and holds it closed. “I didn’t only pack a huge bag to stay over for tonight, but because I finally finished your bow.”
“Oh my God!” You squeak, bouncing up and down in place. Heeseung coughs, digging his hoodie out from the bag for you before he gets distracted again.
“Hope you’ll like it..” he blushes, really worked hard on it for weeks. Longer than he had originally wanted to, but you deserved something to hold that could match up to your beauty.
Carefully taking it out, he unwraps the cloth from it. Holding the bow out for you. Hands shaking as he does. “Heeseung, I can’t believe you did this for me..” eyes swollen from crying look over the details, the painting, how much craftsmanship went into this. Touching over the carvings with a huge smile on your face. “I almost forgot about this.. I love it!”
“It’s nothing.” He can’t stop smiling. Wanting to rub the heat away from his cheeks as you stand up, his hoodie hanging just below your hips. You arch back and stretch the bow, directing the arrow at his chest.
“Wizard, what do you have to say for yourself? Falling for a druid? Have you no shame?”
Wrapping his hand around the pointed tip of the arrow, he presses it to his chest. “I dunno, maybe I’m stupid.” He snorts, releasing the arrow to spread out his arms. “I’m your captive now, my druidess, to do with me whatever you please.”
“Anything left to say before I make you mine?” Stretching the bow, you raise an eyebrow. The playful glint in your eye still manages to radiate in your dim lit room. Even though he knows this is all for fun, joking around with your weapon aimed at his chest, he can’t help to think that he’d let you shoot him down without a fight.
He’d let you win everytime, just to watch you light up and smile. To do whatever he can to make you happy, even if just for a minute.
bnd legal line x reader [smut, separate classifications on each, SMUT!!!! mdni!!!!!]
a/n - i have requests to complete but i also have bnd sub brainrot
sungho 🎀 [feminisation, gender neutral!reader, softdom!reader, just good boy!yeppi]
“oh you look so pretty, baby!” you cooed, watching sungho exit your en-suite and enter into your bedroom. he was wearing a white crop top, oversized, so it hung around his body, showing off his thin waist. accentuating the crop top was a pair of black panties, doing nothing to hide how turned on he really was by the whole situation.
“really?” he pouted, walking towards the bed where you were sat. his chestnut hair had grown out, the layers framing his face beautifully as it flowed down his neck and cascaded around his ears.
“yes!” you smiled, walking over and slinging your arms around his neck, kissing at his jaw, “my yeppi.”
sungho whined, moving closer so his bulge could be felt against your body, grinding slowly once he felt the gratification, “y/n… please…”
“what, baby?” you pouted, pulling away and tucking his hair behind his ears. his eyes were big and sorrowful, his lips in a pout.
“need you to touch me.”
“yeah?” you cooed, leading him over to the bed and instructing him to lie down on his back, “since you asked so nicely, yeppi.” sungho smiled proudly, once he was in the sub role, he loved being called by the once embarrassing nickname. he was pretty, and he was your yeppi.
your hands rested on his slim waist, licking a stripe up his black panties as he whimpered, hands finding purchase in your hair.
“y/n… please,” he whined. you smiled, moving your hands down to start pulling down his panties, leaving them around his knees; the knowledge that he was bound even a little bit had wetness pooling in your panties.
“i’m sorry, baby,” you cooed, finally moving back to his upper body. the removal of his panties had caused his cock to spring up, slapping against his lower stomach where it was now laying in a pool of pre-cum which didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. “oh yeppi, you’re so wet.”
you swiped a finger through the precum, sucking it off with a pop as sungho moaned, clutching at the sheets. he felt your breath get closer to his cock once again, before you started kissing at his lower stomach. he whined loudly, his head thrashing around on the pillow.
“okay, okay,” you laughed, dragging your fingertip up his length, making him shiver, “my yeppi. i’ll give you what you want.”
riwoo let out a loud whine, his head flying back against the back cushion of the sofa as his hand worked tirelessly on his cock. he was sat like any other day, anyone entering could think he was just watching the tv - if it wasn’t for his cock, an angry shade of red, precum constantly leaking from the tip, as it stood up, totally bare.
you sighed, “have i ruined you so much that you can’t even get yourself off?”
riwoo shook his head desperately, his eyes squeezed shut. “i just— i-it hurts!”
“so? it’s your cock, you know what to do with it.”
he continued shaking his head from side to side, tears falling from his eyes as they opened again, looking at you sorrowfully.
“y/n…” he whimpered, “please…”
“please, what, baby?” you asked, moving yourself onto his lap and beginning to kiss all over his face, his cock now squeezed in between your bodies as his arms flopped to his sides in defeat.
“please touch me,” he sobbed, resting his head on your shoulder. before you could correct him, he continued with a sorrowful whine, “touch my cock, y/n, please. i need you!”
you smiled, cupping his face in your hands and moving it so he was looking at you. he looked a mess; his eyes red from all the tears, his lips pouty and covered in spit from all the biting and licking. moving your hand off his face, you spat into the palm, wrapping it round the base of his cock. however, the added spit among the non-stop pre-cum spilling out and that which had been already spread around made it hard to grip.
you rolled your eyes, sighing, “you’re so wet, riwoo. you’re making it hard for me.”
riwoo’s breath caught in his throat, barely able to make any sounds as your hand slipped and slid around his cock. with a dramatic sigh, you got off his lap and onto your knees. his eyes snapped open at feeling your hot breath on his sensitive length.
“i guess i’ll have to get this all off somehow, hmm?” you teased, gathering a dollop of liquid on the tip of your finger, “i think sucking it off will be better, right?”
riwoo whined loudly, “thank you, thank you… oh my god, thank you mummy.”
jaehyun 🪻🐕 [brat!jaehyun, fem!reader, hard dom!reader, mentions of edging and chastity cage]
“jaehyun!”
“y/n,” he whined, his voice loud, but covered by even louder whimpers as he looked up at you with big brown eyes, sparkling with tears, “help me!”
you looked furiously at your boyfriend, arms crossed as you stood at the door, trying to hide how turned on you were. jaehyun was on your bed with his face buried in, what you recognised to be, your dirty underwear; your pillow between his legs as he humped at it furiously.
“why should i help you, when you’re blatantly disrespecting my rules?!” you asked, walking over to the bed and putting your finger under his chin, pulling his head to look at you.
“i–i’m not,” he panted, not even attempting to still his hips, “yo-your rule is to– to not touch myself! i-i’m not, i swear!”
you scoffed, balling up the dirty panties that he’d been sniffing and shoving them in his mouth before ripping the pillow out from under his body, the friction of the material on his hard cock making him moan.
“jaehyun, stop!” you commanded, pushing him over so he was laying on his back, his hips finally stilling.
“y/n, please,” he whined, grabbing at your waist as you climbed over his body, “i’m so hard, look! i need you so badly, please…”
his big brown eyes were staring up at you like a puppy, his hands desperately clawing at your clothes. you sat up, legs straddling his hips, hand splayed on his tummy to keep his writhing body down.
jaehyun’s t-shirt had started riding up, displaying the bottom of his soft tummy, his boxers doing a laughable job at hiding his hard length, a wet patch appearing on the front of the light fabric.
you hummed, taking your hand off of his stomach and instead using it to pull your panties to the side, revealing your wet clit to him. you started circling it slowly with your other hand, moaning as you did so.
jaehyun’s lip was held tightly between his teeth, his eyes hooded as he barely blinked, watching where your fingers met your cunt so intensely. he suddenly reached forward, grabbing his leaking length out of his boxers and swiping the tip against your cunt.
you lurched forward, grabbing both his hands as you went and holding them above his head.
“don’t you dare touch yourself,” you hissed, “puppy, you’re not gonna be cumming for a long time, you know that, right?”
myungjae whimpered as you grabbed one of the pieces of ribbon you had stashed out of the bedside table, tying his wrists together before tying them to the bedpost.
“tonight, you’re gonna watch me make myself cum,” you murmured, your mouth hovering over his ear, “then, i’m going to edge you until you’re shaking and begging me to let you cum. then, i’m going to leave you until morning - and i will use the cage if necessary. got it, myung-ah?”
taesan 🐈⬛🎸 [soft dom!reader, gender neutral!reader, BUT major mummy kink, blowjob]
“i’m just tired, tonight, i’m sorry,” your boyfriend fake-smiled with a shrug.
“you don’t need to be sorry!” you exclaimed. you weren’t feeling anything negative when taesan had rejected your attempts at starting something heated; he’d had schedules all day and you knew he was tired, but now he seemed like he had a cloud looming over him. “i’m just worried about you.”
taesan was silent for a few moment, before he swallowed a rising lump in his throat, sparing a glance down to you before looking forward. “do you ever– hmm. um, uh… are you– no, forget it.”
“no! please, say,” you said, sitting up and placing your hand on his cheek. taesan nuzzled into your hold slightly, whimpering quietly. you bit your lip, that was hot.
“i just…” he hesitated, sighing before he closed his eyes and got it all out in one go, “i sometimes wish i could be a sub when we have sex—but i’m really embarrassed about it— and i don’t really want to address it, but sometimes i just want to be taken care of.”
you smiled, nodding, pretending as though you hadn’t even heard his words as you started pressing soft kisses to his face. from his forehead, to his nose, cheeks, lips, jaw; finally you headed down, taking off his shirt to gain access to his beautiful torso.
“is this okay?” you murmured, taesan nodding stiffly as he laid further down, starting to let you take care of him.
your kisses stopped at his chest, your nails suddenly raking down his waist as he shivered. you stopped your hands at his sweatpants.
“can i take care of you, baby?” you asked, cupping his face with one hand while the other dipped below his waistband. taesan shivered, nodding quickly.
you pulled down his sweatpants, his cock springing out, already half-hard at the feeling of you babying him.
“my baby,” you cooed, coming back up to his face as you ran your hands through his hair, “you just wanna be taken care of, right? well don’t worry your pretty little head, okay? just lay back and i’ll do all the work tonight.”
“okay,” taesan squeaked in a tiny voice, “thank you mummy.”
you smiled at the nickname, moving back down his body, dragging your fingers as you went. taesan played with your hair delicately, twirling the strands round his fingers as you started to kiss his length, starting at the base and moving up until you pressed a kiss to the tip. the boy shuddered, his hips bucking into the air in a feeble attempt to gain more contact.
“tell me when you’re about to cum, okay, baby?” you cooed, looking up at your boy’s pretty face, “you can’t cum without mummy’s permission tonight.”
taesan nodded quickly, eager to please, as you spat on the head of his cock, using your hand to spread the glob around, before sinking your mouth over his length.
taesan moaned at the contact, “thank you, mummy, thank you!”
leehan 🪸🐠 [soft dom!reader (i think), edging, mentions of exhibitionism, loud+whiny!leehan, name calling]
“donghyun-ah,” you laughed, slamming your hand over his mouth, his full lips pressing against your palm, “shh! you need to be quiet.”
“c-can—ah! can’t help it, y– shit! y/n,” he panted, his hips constantly bucking up and down as your hand jerked him off. he was so slick with your spit that the wet sound could be heard throughout the room, alongside leehan’s incessant moans, “fe— feels so— ugh! feels so good, fuck!”
“mm, i’m sure it does baby,” you cooed, kissing the side of his lips gently, “but your members are right outside, aren’t they? and you don’t want them to know what a big baby you are, do you?”
leehan shook his head quickly, still moaning loudly, despite your words, as your hand stroked his slit.
“donghyun!”
“i’m sorry!” he cried, suppressing a sob as tears formed at his waterline. his hands were gripping at the sheets, his hairline wet with sweat, and his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “y-y/n, please let me cum now—please.”
you sighed, “i don’t know, hyunnie, baby. you haven’t obeyed me at all, have you? being all loud so anyone can hear you.”
leehan bit back a moan, a suppressed low noise escaping his throat. “p-please.”
“how many have passed now?” you hummed.
“uhmm,” leehan could barely think straight, let alone remember what had happened over the last hour. he had to throw out a number, “four?”
you smiled, speeding up as you saw his length twitching, “it’s actually only been two, baby boy, but if you want four that bad…”
“i’m gonna cum! i’m cum—” you ripped your hand away, leehan’s hips flailing as he rides out an orgasm that was slipping away from him, “ah! no! y/n! please! hurts, oh my god!”
you giggle, kissing him to swallow his moans. pulling away, he still lets out a loud whine as you roll your eyes. “you’re such a loud little slut, you know that?”
“please, y/n,” leehan said, his big boba eyes looking up at you, eyelashes full of tears as you brush your hand through his hair, the sweat making it stick back, “let me cum…”
P1eces on twitter are bullying a 32 year old for saying Seob is hot and that they should have the right to thirst over him and all I want to say is WE’RE SO BACK 😭🫶
completely normal after the tonseok gym pics :D this is also just like pure filth LMFAO i apologize in advance.
contains: anton and his girlfriend are exhibitionists by accident, eunseok is a voyeur by accident, semi-public sex, dom/sub dynamics
Eunseok didn’t know that Anton had it in him.
Eunseok knew that Anton had a crush on you and he knew that you reciprocated it. He knew that Anton asked you to hang out all those months ago, and you guys have been dating ever since.
He also knew that Anton’s reserved nature was often brought up in their workout group. During the first post-workout locker room talk, Anton's gaze stayed locked on the tile floor of the bathroom. A towel draped over his wet shoulders and tightly wrapped around his waist while everyone else couldn't be bothered to cover up. The other boys walked around the area freely, more concerned with using their towels to dry their hair rather than remaining decent. No one noticed that Anton was trying so hard to conceal himself until Sungchan pointed out the red tips of his ears and his hands securely holding the wrap in his towel.
The group only took pity on Anton and moved on after the red spread across his entire body, but ever since then his shyness became a topic of discussion. Everyone found it endearing how Anton would shake his head and stay seated on the bench while everyone else roamed freely in the area. Eunseok paid close attention to how Anton would wait until no one else was around to change into his clothes, or how he would omit the showers all together. Eunseok noticed that if Anton left while everyone was showering that was his indirect way of saying the previous locker room talk went too far. If they brought you up, even in passing, Anton would without fail leave early the next gym session. Eunseok realized that the shrugging in his shoulders was Anton feigning indifference, and his head shake was a silent warning to not push the topic any further.
Eunseok made the mistake of assuming Anton's avoidance in talking about you was due to insecurity or shame. How could he talk about you in the locker room if there was nothing to say. What was Anton hiding, what was he lacking that made him so wary to bring you up?
Anton's non-confrontational attitude didn't help his case. If he didn't say what was bothering him they would not stop bringing it up. Eunseok and Anton’s shared friends would often tease him, chiding about his sweaty palms and the splotchy blushing mess his cheeks became at the drop of a hat. Anton’s tendency to trip over his words and his clumsiness when navigating small spaces made everyone think he was just one blunder after another. Anton did nothing to dispute this, he could get mad all he wanted but he could not deny fact. He would only sit on the bench in the locker room, eyes not focusing on anything as he shook his head and laughed to himself.
As time went on, and Anton started gaining muscle mass faster than everyone else in the group, he became extremely tightlipped when it came to you. He was still the same shy guy, batting off the teasing with a smile and a head shake, sometimes even a sly comment back that would illicit laughter. But if it was you, Anton became pointed looks and a side smile that showed annoyance. Everyone picked up on what Eunseok already knew and they credited it to jealousy too. Eunseok ended up considering a hint of possessiveness that rested underneath Anton’s compliant nature. Anton's refusal to talk about you made Eunseok believe that it was humiliating for Anton to bring up. He believed he was too afraid to admit he was the same submissive person with you like he was with his friends.
Eunseok admittedly spent too much time thinking about the dynamics of your relationship with Anton. But in his defense, It's hard to not speculate when so much is left to the imagination. Anton's refusal to indulge his friends left so much up in the air. When Wonbin asked if you and Anton had done it and Anton's eyes got so wide they almost popped out of his head, everyone made their own assumptions. Sungchan believed you and Anton had done way more than the crew could even comprehend. Wonbin guessed that you two were waiting for marriage.
Eunseok knew it was wrong to think about it, to imagine what his friend was doing with his girlfriend in their moments alone. But he couldn’t help it. Everyone in their workout group made shots in the dark about the relationship, some were just doing it more than others. Eunseok would take the crown of being the most curious, but he just couldn’t see it, he couldn’t believe it. He had to run over the anatomy of your relationship anytime he saw you two together in an effort to make sense of it. He ended up making a shot in the dark just like his friends a long time ago. He convinced himself that you had to be the one who took the initiative, that you were the one that bossed Anton around. You were the one that coaxed him out of his shell, teaching him what you liked and didn’t like.
His assumptions were backed with evidence. Even when you weren’t around, Anton spoke about you with devotion. Every word of yours was religion, you were name dropped in every conversation. Well she said was his favorite phrase. He bought you things he thought you’d like, stuffed in his cart before he ever thought of getting something for himself. His behavior was only worse when you were around. Anton hung to your every word. He was close to you like a shadow, holding your bags without a second thought. He slid his card into your wallet for safe keeping, took off his jacket to keep you warm before you even had the chance to be cold. He complimented you shyly each time like it was the first. You were his lockscreen and homescreen, you were his everything. Anton just always seemed so grateful, so desperate to please you.
Eunseok believed it was natural for Anton to take such a submissive role for you in public because it was the same in the bedroom. Once he deluded himself into believing that was fact, Eunseok tried to figure out what made his friend that way and what made him avoid the topic of you two. What did you do to Anton that had him worshipping the ground you stepped on? What tricks did you do, what new world did you show him. He could only imagine what it was that had Anton so helplessly sprung.
Laying alone in his bed at night was the only time Eunseok granted himself to think about it in depth. One hand underneath the covers while the other held his phone in landscape mode, ears straining to waiting for an insight on your relationship to leak through his headphones.
When his vision on the video started becoming shaky and the sound through the wired headphones fell out, Eunseok started seeing it clearly. Instead of the videos found in the incognito, his mind would be replaced with visions of Anton and you. Your hands expertly on your clit while Anton silently watched the pattern. Your other hand feeling your chest, putting on a show for Anton watching your every move. Your two slender fingers being replaced with his thicker ones. Anton's unsteady and unsure movements while you swiveled your hips to make up for what he was lacking. Anton looking up to you with his big brown eyes, silently waiting for your approval. His untouched dick twitching and leaking in his pants when you’d give him a breathy just like that or a shaky affirming head nod. You guiding his hands to your body, showing him how to tease and pinch your skin just right.
Eunseok imagined Anton going red all the way up to his ears each time he'd take his pants off. Every time without fail, as if it was your first time seeing him naked. He imagined Anton being a shaking mess when you guided his back to the bed, gently pressing on his wide shoulders. Eunseok could almost see Anton squeeze his eyes shut right before you would sink your body down on his.
He imagined Anton clenching his bedsheets desperately as you cooed at him and encouraging him to hold on. Assuring your boyfriend that you were almost there, you just needed a little more. Anton at the brink of tears telling you how badly he needed to cum. His words being cut off mid sentence as his orgasm took him completely by surprise.
Eunseok always assumed Anton would be out of breath, out of energy after the first round. If Anton’s stamina in the gym was any indication of that he was sure his friend would want to tap out after one round. He could hear Anton's apologies, and then the tears finally spilling when you’d start grinding on him again. He'd cringe at the wet and lewd sound of him inside of you but strain to hear it all. Just one more you’d say in a demanding voice. Anton biting his lip red and swollen trying to hold back the pitiful sounds. Him apologizing more after the second wave a pleasure started kicking in and before he started speaking incoherently. Shaking his head trying to regain his composure before he’d repeat the same mistake again.
Eunseok could admit that his mind had the tendency to wander, but he had to fill in the gaps somehow. In his bedroom and his mind, where he made the rules, he had the complexities of your relationship figured out.
But as Eunseok pressed his head to the crack in the door he bared witness to the truth and everything else crumbled.
There were instances of Eunseok seeing the dynamics you and Anton exhibited now. There was your birthday party, when Anton held your chin playfully in one hand while the other brought a frosting covered finger to your face. Eunseok remembers seeing your eyes flash and your lips parting obediently as if from muscle memory. He remembers seeing Anton’s eyes cut down to stare at your lips and him getting that same slick smile when he knew something others didn't. For a moment—before you two realized you were in the corner of the kitchen instead of the privacy of your bedroom—you looked so pliant, so willing. Eunseok saw both of you come back to the present in real time, his friends grip on your chin went back to being playful before he smeared the white frost across the apple of your cheek at the last second.
There was that time Eunseok walked in on you two cramped together on the tiny loveseat in the common area. It was late at night then, a show neither of you were watching played on the television as you straddled Antons’ lap. Anton was consuming then, even in the dark living room Eunseok could make that out clearly. His hand on your waist pulled your frame against his, his hand clasped on the back of your neck guided you the exact way he wanted you to. You two didn’t notice Eunseok standing there then. The two of you were so caught up in eachother that you couldn’t spare anything else to look to the side. Eunseok ended up tiptoeing back to his room, closing his door shut softly just to open it up again loudly. When he reentered the living room you were suddenly on the other side of the couch, your chest heaving as Anton pretended to look at his phone relaxed and even. You were the only one that spoke to Eunseok, smiling at him sweetly like there wasn’t lipstick smudged across your lips.
Even if Eunseok had seen Anton assert some sort of authority or dominance, it was always fleeting. Everything would happen so quick Eunseok would barely be able to catch it. Smaller moments like Anton gently pulling you the way he wanted to go, his hand resting on the back of your neck before he’d squeeze just to smile at you tensing up—things like this were gone in the blink of an eye. What Eunseok saw most of was his friend being hopelessly in love with you, smiling and blushing profusely when you called him Tonie in a sickly sweet voice.
Hearing the nickname fall from your lips was what brought Eunseok back to the present.
“Tonie” You repeated the nickname the same time Eunseok shifted closer to the crack in the door. “Too much.” You said weakly.
Eunseok was on his knees, shifting from side to side to get the view of you two through the small opening. One of his hands was planted on the ground, the same way your two feet were planted to the ground in front of the inclined workout bench. Eunseok’s other hand dared to push at the weighted door, opening it up.
“What? It's too big for you?” Anton teases.
Eunseok swears he’s not hearing things right. Anton’s tone is too condescending for this to be real. Anton was supposed to be whiny, unsure of himself, and he was supposed to be the one being asked embarrassing questions. Explicit words said with a light sneer shouldn't roll off his tongue so easily.
He shouldn't be the one that licks his lips when you whine in response before purposefully fucking you harder. You’re supposed to be the one with the cards in your hands. The only job Eunseok sees you have is the responsibility of taking all of Anton, over and over again as he pulls your body back on his.
“Too big.” You answer quickly.
You clench your hand around nothing the same time your words are cut off by a sharp thrust. Eunseok can’t believe it.
“Just a little more, baby.” Anton was seated against the incline of the bench, both hands holding your upper arms as he guided you backwards to meet his hips. He was preoccupied talking to you, instead looking at the lines of your back jerk from the movements. “Doing so good for me.” He sighed.
His voice is alot more relaxed than yours is. Each time he brings you back by the hold he has on your arms he grunts, but he is faring much better than you. You’re a mess, so different from the collected girl Anton gets shy even looking at. Eunseok can clearly see your teary eyes, your bitten lips, and how you don't care your body is spilling from your tight shirt.
Eunseok didn’t know Anton had it in him. He didn’t know this side of you existed. He is overwhelmed by the sight, so confused by the body Anton spent so much time hiding and not talking about. Eunseok is ashamed to admit that the scene in front of him is enticing. He watches you two in your natural habitat, how you behave when no one is watching. In the small private gym it is just the two of you, falling into your separate roles to chase after the same feeling.
“Always so wet for me.” Anton says it like a fact.
He looks away from where you too meet to look at the back of your head. Eunseok sees an almost evil smile on Anton’s face when you nod your head, trying so hard to form a coherent thought as he readjusts the hold he has on your arms.
“Feels so good.” You stammer.
Eunseok doesn’t know how long you two have been doing this. He’s never at the gym during Anton’s day of the week with you. He only swung by because he left something the day prior, he followed the sounds from his locker to here, sitting in the dark hallway of private exercise rooms watching you try to drive your hips backwards to meet Anton.
"What if I stopped?" Anton asks playfully.
“Please don’t stop.” Your tone is pathetically serious, almost pleading as you try and look back to see Anton's face.
As if you weren’t struggling enough, he takes his hands off of your arms. Without his strength your lack of energy is obvious. Eunseok can see your feet slide forward from your loss of stability, the way you helplessly whine from the loss as you try to find your footing on the wooden floor. Eunseok has to catch his breath with you, matching your deep inhales of air with quiet ones.
Eunseok has never seen you so weak. He always imagined Anton would be the one whining as he tried to gather his energy, that it would be Anton to silently ask for help. Eunseok would’ve never thought it’d be you who ended up being a shaking mess after only bouncing your hips twice.
Eunseok thought it’d be you in Anton's place. Unaffected, hands behind your head as you admired the sight in front of you. But it’s Anton who is unabashedly dragging his eyes down your back and running his hands through his hair without a care in the world.
“Keep going.” Anton murmurs.
His tone is quiet but firm. Eunseok thinks it’s the first time he’s seen Anton boss anyone around, but you listen so quickly. You dig your nails into Anton’s hard thighs for extra leverage. Eunseok sees the muscles in your arm strain underneath your skin as you raise and lower yourself on his dick again.
“There you go.” Anton praises.
Anton leans forward to kiss your sweaty shoulder blade. His lips are right over the strap of your tank top, the one that does nothing to hide your body now. He has to readjust the front of your shirt to conceal your chest again, he has to pull down the bottom to cover your soft stomach, and pull up the other strap until it rests on your shoulder again. He pats your covered skin when you're decent again, only for it all to get ruined as you continue to ride him recklessly. In seconds your tight shirt rides up your stomach again and your chest spills from the top. He only laughs at the sight, and your bounces suddenly switch to another unstable attempt at a rhythm.
“You're struggling, baby?” Anton asks and the smile on his face only gets bigger.
Eunseok can’t stop his eyes from widening at how easily the teasing falls from Anton’s lips. His jaw drops to the floor when he sees you quickly shake your head in response.
"I got it." You lie.
Anton only hums in response, experimentally pressing his hand between your shoulder blades. Eunseok watches him apply the smallest bit of force, just to see your weak body yield to him. Anton hums again, his gaze going from the space his hand occupies to the back of your head.
“Feels good right?” He asks.
You nod your head even faster, dropping yourself on Anton’s dick so fast the sound of your ass slapping against his lap fills the room.
“So good.” You hum in response.
When Anton takes his hands away from you completely, that’s when Eunseok finally lets his hand go to his own body. As if Anton is bossing him around too, Eunseok moves the same way you do. When you tilt your head to the side so Anton can press his teeth into your neck Eunseok tips his too. When you lean back Eunseok does the same. He sits on his knees, resting back on his haunches as he palms himself over his gray sweatpants.
“Fuck.” Anton breathes to himself.
His hands are clasped behind his head watching you do all the work. The effort from before shows on his skin. Eunseok sees the sweat and the splotches of blush that paints Anton’s body and face. He can see the sweat forming on his brow and chest that makes his black compression shirt cling to him even more.
Even now, without touching you, Anton slightly flicks his hips upwards to meet you each time you come down. But he is lax, watching your body move from the force of your drops.
“Keep riding me, princess.” Anton says softly.
When your response is a little too loud, Eunseok bites his lip. His dick twitches against his palm when Anton leans forward to grip your chin in one hand. He doesn’t even have to pry his fingers between your jaw to get your lips to part. Just like on your birthday you do it mindlessly, a string of spit webbing between your drool covered lips. Just like you two seemingly wished to do on your birthday Anton brings his fingers to your mouth and presses them heavily on your tongue. Eunseok watches your lips close around him immediately, hallowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around. Anton fucks your mouth with his two fingers, pushing deep almost causing you to gag, before pulling back.
“So good at listening to me.” Anton says.
Eunseok thinks he’s about to explode. His hand pressing against his bulge isn’t enough. Looking at you two through a crack in the door and from the reflections of the room wide mirrors isn’t enough.
“You listen to me so well.” Anton comes closer and wraps his hand that isn’t in your mouth around your waist. “If only everyone knew.” He teases.
For the first time, Eunseok watches you be defiant. Even as you continue bouncing on his lap through the burning pain in your legs, even as spit dribbles down your chin due to an overworked gag reflex, even as you let yourself be consumed by Anton’s frame. You shake your head somehow speeding up the way you drop down onto him.
“It’s a secret.” You gargle behind his now three fingers.
Eunseok’s hand wraps around his dick inside of his sweats when he sees Anton lick his lips before fake pouting.
“Oh I know.” Anton voice drips with fake sympathy. “Our little secret.” He promises.
Eunseok feels the hairs raise on the back of his neck when Anton runs his hands over the planes of your shoulder. Eunseok watches you pause on his lap and he gets even closer to the crack in the door. His dick is twitching in his hand, precum wets his tip and in between his fingers.
Anton is out of his view when he moves his body. Eunseok scoots closer to the opening, swaying his head from side to side trying to find the angle to give his eyes the widest view.
When he gets too close, just when he finds his spot, Eunseok sees that Anton is looking at him. Narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow peaking in the darkness of the hallway Eunseok is crouched in.
Fear shoots up his spine. Eunseok’s hand completely stills its tugging movements. He pulls in a breath so quiet and so deep that his vision spots. Anton looks directly at him. Eunseok can see Anton looking right at him, but Anton doesn’t move. He only cranes his head and narrows his eyes further trying to find someone in the shadows. Eunseok freezes like a deer in the headlights.
“Tonie.” You whimper.
Your undistracted voice makes Eunseok’s hand continue to move, even while Anton stares directly through him. Anton is still looking for something, prying eyes trying to find a presence he can feel but can’t see.
“Tonie.” When you drag out his name, Anton goes back to you. With one last side glance at the hallway he lets his fingers slide from your mouth. “I’m so close again.” You whine.
“We gotta be fast.” Anton orders gently.
You nod, bringing one of your hands to quickly wipe across your face. You get the spit, smeared chapstick, and tears in one go, bringing in a sniffle before you plant your hands on his thighs again.
But when you are prepared to continue bouncing on his lap until you make even more pitiful and even louder noises, Anton has other plans. Eunseok can see it in the way he wraps both hands around your waist, he sees it as someone looking in before you can even notice.
At the drop of a hat Anton flips you around, where you’re the one with the side of your face pressed against the incline of the bench while he mounts you from behind. You’re in a haze, completely pliant to Anton’s impatient hand that guides one of your knees to rest on the edge of the bench to open you up wider so he can slot himself between your legs.
The change in position and balance causes you to helplessly grip the head of the bench to find stability. Once again Eunseok can no longer see Anton’s face, but he imagines he’s looking down at where your hole clenches around nothing. He sees Anton rest one of his feet on the low cushioned bar for leg curls to get an optimum angle. Eunseok can see everything this way, the way your ass wiggles towards Anton’s dick and the glisten that goes down your thigh. Eunseok can see your cheek smushed against the incline of the bench, how it causes your lips to pout and pucker.
Eunseok can see it all, except for Anton. When he watches Anton’s hand wrap around his dick he moves in the tiny space of the hallway again.
But this time, when Eunseok can see everything, he sees Anton staring straight at him. He’s not staring into the darkness, he’s not looking at what he thinks is a person. The way Anton's eyes widen in shock and the red deepens on his neck tells Eunseok everything he needs to know. His hand stops in his pants, even when his dick continues to pulse in his grasp. Anton freezes too.
Eunseok and Anton both refuse to look away until you lift your heavy head from the incline. Eunseok watches you turn, completely ignoring the Eunseok shaped shadow in the crack of the door to look at your boyfriend with pleading eyes.
“Tonie, please.” Your hand blindly reaches behind you in an effort to guide Anton’s dick the rest of the way. “Don’t tease me.” You beg.
Anton can barely pull himself away from Eunseok slowly continuing to tug at himself again to look at you. He leans forward, pressing his shirt clad chest to your back to kiss your cheek. He moves his hips out of the way, making your hand hover in space, looking for something Anton purposefully moved out of reach. When you whine again he smiles against the apple of your cheek.
“Not teasing you, babe.” He says.
“Yes you are.” You pout, and Eunseok can almost hear the beginning of a cry in your voice.
When you close your eyes to preen your head towards Anton’s lips, he casts another glance to Eunseok. His confused state turns to a jealous one when he realizes Eunseok hasn’t stopped his ministrations on himself. Anton purposefully obstructs Eunseok’s view, wedging his body between your ass and Eunseok’s line of sight. He perches his foot on the leg curl bar again, and casts one more look to Eunseok. The look Anton gives Eunseok shatters everything. The upturn in his lips, the amusement in knowing what Eunseok is doing on the other end of the door, the way he hides you from Eunseok’s view.
It’s a quick look, one that disappears fast like all the other cracks Eunseok has seen in Anton’s resolve. Quickly he is sucked back into the moment and you, his head tilts back from the relief the same time he brings a hand down on the swell of your ass that Eunseok can’t see.
When Eunseok can no longer handle the view of Anton’s rippling muscles underneath his compression shirt he looks down to himself instead. He’s so close, on the same cusp of insanity that you’re on. Anton knows it, Eunseok knows he does. His hands wrap around your waist to bring your hips back quickly. He fucks you with a fervor that shakes the weight stand your other hand clings to.
“Squeezing me so tight.” Anton leans forward to clasp his hand over yours. Eunseok can’t see a single part of you as Anton uses his body to cover you completely. He speaks loud enough for Eunseok to hear, the lewd sounds you make leaks into the hallway after bouncing off the mirrored walls. “Doing that on purpose?” He asks.
You don’t even speak anymore. Only pitched moans are pulled from the back of your throat. You were always the talker between the two of you. Anton nodding along to every word you say. Now he is the one filling in the gaps of silence, pinching your cheek playfully when he realizes you have nothing to say.
“Must feel really good, huh?” He teases.
Eunseok doesn’t blame you for the pathetic yeah that escapes your lips almost instantly. His hand speeds up in his sweats, the fabric jumps as the metal equipment shakes around you two.
“Are you gonna cum?” Anton asks.
Eunseok paints his hand and the inside of his pants before you can answer. His orgasm takes him so suddenly his pitches forward, his hand presses into the wall as he looks down at the ground in front of him. He sees his thighs twitch as his whole body contracts. Eunseok’s sweaty hair cascades and blocks his vision as his hips start rutting into his hand. He fucks his hand like a hormonal teenager while Anton commands you to cum around him. His words drown out the tiny sound that slips past Eunseok’s bitten lips.
When Eunseok looks up from the ground, he can see Anton give you one final thrust before he pulls out completely. Anton pumps his dick quickly as you come down from the same high Eunseok just experienced. He watches Anton reach down quickly into his bag before he finally releases. The amount of control and precision Anton makes Eunseok realize he is wearing the mess he made, that there is already an obvious stain forming right in the front.
Anton is tidy, his mess is clean before you even catch your breath. You’re weak and spent, back against the incline of the bench as you look up to Anton looking down at you. Your weak hand pinches and prods at his thick thighs, the other grazes over his taut lower stomach. You can’t bring yourself to widen your sleepy eyes, you can barely stifle a yawn as you lean further into the bench.
One second Anton is solid underneath you, the next he is soft and giggling. You can only give him a weak smile as you continue touching him. As if a switch had been flipped you’re no longer feeling him up but tickling him. He playfully grabs your hands, both wrists contain in your hand as he wipes away the tears collected at your waterline.
Eunseok is bewildered to see the bright smile on Anton’s lips. He’s no longer eating you alive but putting you back together, guiding your legs into an extra pair of sweats he had stuffed in his gym bag. Anton tends to you before he even thinks about tending to himself, kissing your cheeks sweetly in between each action.
You’re still collecting yourself when Anton is ready to go. He has to pull you up from the bench with both hands, he has to offer to carry you before you shake your head and lament you can walk.
Eunseok sneaked off long before Anton opened the door for you the rest of the way and let you stagger through first. He was out of the parking lot before Anton buckled you into the passenger seat. He was home laying in bed by the time Anton started running a warm shower for you.
Eunseok absolutely didn’t know Anton had it in him.
THE LIGHTHOUSE ˒˒ 박성훈
▸ 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!
the land has always been something you desperately wished you could walk on. be like the humans and walk among them. one dark and stormy night, you are granted your wish—but, it comes with a deadly price. and you only have one month to decide if you’re willing to pay it.
pairing ⸝⸝ park sunghoon 𝑥 fem!reader
𓄵 𝓯eat. ꔛ 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦!
genre ⋆ 📓 ⸝⸝ strangers to lovers, angst, kinda love at first sight, smut, fluff, mermaid!reader, lighthouse keeper!sunghoon, magic, mermaid au, fantasy, early 1900s au inaccuracies, slow burn, slice of life, forced proximity, classic story of a mermaid washing up on shore with a twist, lighthouse / lighthouse keeper inaccuracies, the little mermaid references, slight smidge of horror elements
warnings ⸝⸝ death / themes of death, descriptions of harsh sea waves and storms, mentions and depictions of loneliness, reader has a lot of mermaid attributes, reader is new to the human world, unprotected sex, soft dom!sunghoon, sub / dom dynamics, a lot of skinship (they’re touch deprived) , really soft and desperate sex, a lot of yearning (sunghoon is always popping a boner), petnames (baby, darling, sweetheart, my pearl), clit stimulation, fingering, brief nipple play, creampie, riding, some aftercare (on & off page)
kipo’s note ⸝⸝ listen to the playlist (in song order) here!! hehe i spent wayy too much time on it.. (╯ ◡ ╰ “) i also spent too much time going into a deep dive on lighthouses and lighthouse keepers and how they worked back in the day,,, i hope that you enjoy!! ^^
you knew that traveling to the surface was forbidden, but you couldn’t help the way that it called to you deep in the depths of the sea. like a moth to a flame, you swam and swam until you could feel the bright sun on your wet skin. until you could hear the sound of the waves crashing onto the nearby rocks and the distant chatter of the village nearby.
it filled you with such profound longing and want that the only thing that helped ease the feeling was to watch the way the landwalkers went about their days. you watched as giggling landwalking guppies darted from place to place and under their parent’s legs. as people shouted to passersby about the wares they were selling and people walking arm in arm.
you made sure you were always carefully hidden behind some rocks so that you weren’t seen and that your dark blue shifting tail blended nicely with the water. still, you watched and watched for what seemed like hours.
you wondered what it felt like to be able to walk on land, to feel the rocky surface beneath your feet. does it hurt? how does one stay upright? is land walking to the landwalkers the same as swimming to the merfolk? these were all questions you desperately wanted to know the answers to.
swimming away from the village’s edge, you waded through the fog along the ocean’s surface. you were just about to dive when a flickering light in the distance caught your eye. cautiously, you decided to see what it was.
landwalker’s buildings were already tall as it is, but this one was completely different. it pierced through the sky with a beacon of light shining from the top—almost like a second sun being held up. your eyes widened as you drew closer, ducking behind some rocks as you surveyed the area.
it was on a small island of it’s own, not too far away from the island the village sat on, but far enough that you’d have to swim for a short while to get from island to island. the building was white and a deep red color like coral on the seafloor. you stared in amazement at it, climbing up onto the rock to get a better look. a tiny building was attached to the bottom of it that looked like it had seen much better days. it was beautiful, you’ve never seen anything quite like it.
movement in your peripheral had your head snapping in it’s direction. the door of the small attached building swung open and a man carrying a box stepped out of it, the hat he was wearing nearly slipping off of his head and exposing his dark locks of hair. you ducked down on the rock a little, making sure that you were covered by the fog. he sat the box down near the entrance of the building just as a loud sound had you jumping out of your skin.
it was a deep, almost guttural sound. you tried to look for the source of it and saw that it came from the large horn near the small building. birds flew from their perches to a quieter place and you slid off of the rock, drawing nearer to the shore.
your father’s warnings rang deep inside you, yet you tried to push his words down. don’t go near the surface, my child. the dangerous landwalkers will lure you in and capture you so that you are never seen ever again. they cannot be trusted.
you hid behind some more rocks and watched him work. he kept disappearing into the small building and if you looked up, you could almost see him between the flickering light. if he wasn’t inside, he was out tidying the area around where he worked—stacking and fixing various things. occasionally, he would also look out to the sea, seemingly monitoring the waves and the fog before scribbling something down in what you think was called a book. when he did, you sunk down into the water until only your eyes and the top of your head was above the surface.
what interested you the most was how the man seemed to be alone. why was he so far away from the rest of the landwalkers? what made him different? what was this building that he was working on? you had so many question and so little answers—and nobody to ask.
you couldn’t tell any of your people that you watched the landwalkers daily. you would get into an enormous amount of trouble and would never be able to see the surface again.
instead, day after day, you watched the man work—no longer so curious about the ventures of the village landwalkers. the more you watched him work, muscles straining against his rolled up sleeves and brows furrowed, the more you noticed him. he was very handsome in a landwalker sort of way, the most beautiful out of them you’ve seen so far. you wondered if he had a life outside of this building on the shore. perhaps it was back in the small house a short walk away from the shore? was his whole life on this tiny island?
dusk fell and a cold breeze swept up the shore from the waters. you had spent the whole day again watching the man work at what you now knew was called a lighthouse. he was wiping the attached building of the lighthouse down after the recent rainstorm, frustratingly muttering under his breath.
you noticed that he didn’t talk much, only a simple, quiet word here or there. at first, you thought he couldn’t speak, until now.
“shit!” he hissed as he threw the rag down onto the ground. the paint was starting to peel off the siding on the building from the harsh winds and water. “now i’m gonna have to paint this whole building again.”
you giggled at his reaction. it must’ve been too loudly because his head snapped in your direction and you quickly sunk down behind the rocks. this was dangerous, you knew that, and it already seemed that you were getting too comfortable being out in the open. yet, you giggled to yourself more, more quietly this time as bubbles rippled up from the water. the man’s brows furrowed but he shook his head a little. “come on, sunghoon. don’t start losing it now,” he murmured.
sunghoon, that was his name. you surfaced from the water a little and tried his time on your tongue. “sung… hoon…” you spoke softly before smiling. “pretty.”
the light at the top of the lighthouse burned brightly against the darkening sky, signaling that it was past the time for you to start swimming home. you turned and began swimming away from the shore, starting your journey.
something sat heavily in the pit of your stomach and it was beginning to weigh you down. it was that same longing and want, this time more pronounced and refusing to be swallowed and digested. you stopped swimming and stared up at the bright, almost full moon in the sky.
you would give anything to walk on land. to experience life as a landwalker does and be on land. you didn’t want to be confined to the sea anymore. you didn’t want to have a tail anymore—you wanted legs. you wanted to be a landwalker, not a mermaid.
your heart racing, an old story your father once told you interrupted your thoughts. the story of a young mermaid trading her tail for landwalker’s legs.
it was supposed to be a cautionary tale, one to ward off small merfolk from intermingling with the landwalkers, but to you, it was an answer—one you were desperate for. the tale talked about how the mermaid visited a sea witch deep down in a cave at the bottom of the ocean and begged her to change her tail for legs.
the witch and her struck a deal: the mermaid was to sacrifice four of her pearlescent scales in exchange for a week on land. during said week, the mermaid had to find the witch various hard-to-find ingredients and bring it back to her by the end of it. if she didn’t fulfill her end of the deal after the week was up, her tail would come back and she would never be able to have legs again. only, swimming would not be as easy or as painless as it once was.
you made your decision. you were going to find the sea witch and strike a deal with her the same way the mermaid from the story did. what were a few scales and ingredients when you could finally walk on land? finally have your dreams become reality?
your next course of action was to find out information on where the sea witch’s cave could be.
instead of spending your time up at the surface, you instead kept beneath the water. you asked your family and friends about the sea witch in subtle ways, blaming your questions on your curiosity and love of storytelling. as days passed, the information you were provided pushed you more and into the direction you were hoping for.
it felt weird to be amongst your people again. you were so busy vicariously living with the landwalkers that you forgot how different interactions between merfolk and landwalkers were. instead of walking or running, it was swimming and tail flapping. instead of giggles, it was a flurry of bubbles and muted speech. merfolk swam with their tails on top of one another and their arms intertwined ahead of them. strangely, you felt out of place. everything felt so different.
you were going over the information you had gathered when suddenly the pieces all fit together. you twirled in excitement—the sea witch… you finally found her! you were going to have your legs that you’ve spent so many nights dreaming of, and you didn’t want to waste anymore time.
as the light rays dwindled, you quickly swam towards the location, sneaking past any merfolk who were still out of their seaweed beds. deep, deep down you swam and swam until you could barely see ahead of you. that was, until a sparkling light appeared and guided you—the witch’s torch.
you darted towards it, a nervous excitement bubbling inside of you as you drew closer and closer. when you reached it, a large opening with more sparkling lights beckoned you inside and you hesitantly followed them one by one.
the swim felt like it lasted an eternity as you twisted and turned until you saw a bright light that almost blinded you at first look. you swam towards it and surfaced from the water inside a decent sized pool in what looked like a rocky hut.
“ah, a visitor!” a voice said and you swung around. a woman—a landwalking woman—was in front of a shelf of various trinkets and knick knacks next to a table full of jars of spices and herbs. she turned towards where you surfaced with a bright smile that was all teeth. her dark, shadowed eyes widened and a chill ran down your spine all the way to the fin at the end of your tail. you could feel the waves of power radiating off of her, and it made your heart beat faster in a twisted excitement.
she was real. the sea witch was real.
she walked towards the pool you were in, “don’t get too many of those anymore, especially from the depths. must be all the stories your people tell of me.” she chortled and you tilted your head in confusion before realizing that she had made a joke a second too late. the witch waved her hand in the air at your silence, “i kid, i kid.”
pushing away from the shelf, the witch stepped towards you. her tattered dress was ripped at multiple points at the bottom so pieces of fabric hung from it and dragged along the stone floor. when she moved, the shells, sticks, and pearls she wore clacked together in an alluring harmony. she bend down at the edge of the pool so she was eye level with you, her messy hair fanning around her face.
“what deal did you come to make, little mermaid?” she asked, her eyes still wide and her smile still teeth.
you waded backwards in the water slightly, but stood your ground. you swallowed, willing your voice to speak. “legs…” you trailed softly before licking your lips. “legs,” you said, louder and with more confidence, “i want to trade my tail for legs. i wish to walk on land like the landwalkers do—be a landwalker like them.”
“legs,” the witch drawled out before tsking as she turned away from you in a large, dramatic motion. you grabbed a stone bowl from the top of one of her shelves, picking here and there at spices and herbs and trinkets as she moved about the room. “always the legs,” she continued.
your brows furrowed in worry. what if she didn’t accept your deal? what if she was too tired of giving foolish mermaids like you legs to walk on land with and denied your wish?
the witch suddenly turned towards you and you jumped. “as i’m sure you know, everything always comes with a price—and this is mine. i will accept your offer, but in return you must do something for me as well.” you nodded furiously, “y-yes! anything… i’ll do anything!”
the sea witch smiled and it lacked all of the playfulness she previously possessed. instead, it was almost cold, like she had flipped a fin.
“in one month's time, you must cut out the beating heart of the human you love the most and bring it to me.” the sea witch slowly leaned away from you, her eyes remaining on yours. “if you don’t fulfill your end of the deal, you will never walk on land again and you will never swim in the recesses of the ocean again. you will instead turn to seafoam and be nevermore. that is your price, guppy.”
your eyes widened in shock and in fear. “b-but, in the story—” the witch swiftly interrupted you, her voice harsh and grating. she leaned down to you again so fast you had no time to process it. her teeth were sharp and her eyes were almost fully black. “in the ‘story’ i gave that halfwitted thing a single day and every step she took felt like standing upon urchins. be grateful, girl, that i’m showing you kindness. now what will it be, do you accept?”
the clacking of her jewelry sounded like a ticking clock, urging you to answer quickly. “i accept!” you blurted. your eyes widened further and you gasped softly at your words. the sea witch’s sharp smile grew.
she got in the water and hooked her arms under yours and dragged you towards the stone floor. “yes, child!” she shouted and smoke rose all around you out of the bubbling cauldron you suddenly noticed. “a deal has been made—one you will die for to break! there’s no turning back!” she cackled loudly and she dragged you fully onto the ground, dropping you unceremoniously. you sat up, fear flooding your entire body as you froze.
“there’s no turning back! there’s no turning back! a debt to be made. the beating heart shall be mine! for all you have sacrificed will be paid!” the witch shouted, cackling to herself.
the room grew dark and the light from the cauldron shimmered off of your deep blue scales. before you could do much else, the sea witch plucked four scales from your tail and you hissed out in pain. she dropped them into the cauldron along with the trinkets and such from the stone bowl, mixing them all together with a hearty laugh.
you began to rise in the air and your tail started to tingle before becoming so unbearably hot. you screamed out in pain as the smoke clouded around you and left you blind to the rest of the room. from beyond the fog, you heard the witch shout, “tonight, a vicious storm will brew and take you on your journey. a month from now the same storm will return, with or without you.”
you could barely hear her between your screams. one by one, you scales started to be ripped from your tail, withering away into nothingness. the more you writhed in pain, the more it felt like your tail was being split in two. you rose further into the air and noticed the suspended pool of water hanging above you. suddenly, you couldn’t breathe. like your gills closed and you were suffocating. the top of your head rose into the water and despite not being able to breathe, you screamed—a shrill sound full of unabashed fear.
from the distance, you heard the sea witch’s voice again. this time she wasn’t shouting, but instead chuckling in satisfaction. she continued, “either way, i’ll have a heart.”
as you entered the water, you were whooshed into a current that helped you breathe again. you gasped in large breaths as you spun around disoriented. the pain you felt was unimaginable. your tail felt as if someone was ripping a leg off a starfish. except, instead of growing back the same, it was growing something else entirely. more scales ripped and withered off of you as your tail split.
you tried to think about the future. of how worth it this will all be in the end when you have your legs and you finally walk on land, living amongst the landwalkers—or humans, as the sea witch interestingly called them.
but, a thought prodded at your mind. the bargain you made and the heart you will have to bring back.
you didn’t think you could do it—didn’t have the stomach to cut out someone’s heart, but you had no choice. not anymore. who’s heart will you cut out? will you find some unsuspecting victim and force yourself to love them until you actually do so in the end you can rip out the heart they entrusted you with? it was all so wrong. what have you done?
the current led you to the sea’s surface and in the heart of the most vicious storm you’ve ever seen. waves crashed against you and pummeled you back down under the surface, yet each time you emerged again and again. harsh, stinging winds slashed across your skin, yet you remained unharmed. you hoarsely yelled out in pain and looked down at the beautiful blue tail you once had, the scales a myriad of shades. you didn’t even recognize it anymore.
instead what you saw was a half tail, half pair of legs monstrosity. it perfectly described where you were at this current moment—between the waves of the watery life you had been stripped from and being pushed forward to the dry land of the life you will come to know. in the distance you heard that loud, guttural sound that you recognized so well. you turned and saw the beacon of fluttering light emitting from the lighthouse standing tall against the storm.
a dark thought polluted your mind. you weren’t expecting to be spitted out so close to the village. you mind traveled to the man working the lighthouse as you fought against the waves to breath the cold air.
what if it was his heart you cut out?
no… you didn’t want to think that. didn’t want that thought to be true. anybody, but him. anybody, but sunghoon. you’ve grown too fond of him during the times you watched over him—you can’t let his already seemingly lonely life be cut short by getting his heart ripped out. you wouldn’t allow yourself to do that to him.
the tormenting waves seemed to have other plans for you. they took you directly towards the shore where the lighthouse sat and you started to cry.
shock jolted you as you felt wetness roll down your cheeks just as the rain started to pound down harder from a light splash. you touched your cheeks with trembling hands. the change was all too much too fast. you weren’t expecting it to be this way.
when you heard the story of the mermaid trading her tail for legs it was nothing like this. she emerged from the water like a graceful swan, a beautiful sunset behind her that reflected off the calm sea. you couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the lies you were told.
you didn’t feel graceful, you felt forsaken. this was a journey of death, not rebirth.
the closer you got to the shore, the more regret started to pierce deep inside you. it didn’t help that the storm clouds seemed to break so the moon’s light could illuminate just you. it all felt so unfair. all you wanted to do was walk on land, why must you endure all this? why must you love someone deeply only to rip their heart out? and why were the sea witch's waves so hellbent on that person being sunghoon?
why did excitement still flood in the pit of your belly at the thought of the life you may live after?
a second, smaller light flickered on at the tiny island you were heading for and you knew it was him. you watched as the small light raced towards the shore almost as fast as you were being pushed to it. the two of you were heading towards a deadly collision and you weren’t ready for it.
the waves spitted you out and you washed up onto the sand of the shore. you felt weak and dizzy and something else entirely that you couldn’t name or figure out. your stomach rumbled like the thunder and your head ached. you raised your head as much as you could and looked down at your new body. you were in so much pain that you almost felt numb.
sniffling a little, a laugh spilled from your lips and the corners of your mouth pulled upwards. you have legs. they may be painful at the moment and slightly numb, but you finally had them. you felt every grain against them and dug your legs further into the sand. the last remaining scales of your former life surrounded you like glittering rocks, you were surprised that they hadn’t withered away like the rest of them.
you looked up at the full moon, glowing and huge. like a pearl in the sky. you smiled wider before inhaling deeply. you felt brand new. maybe the whole journey was worth it in the end. a wave of sleep hit you and you struggled to keep your eyes open.
just as your eyes began to close fully, a warm light draped over your body. sunghoon’s worried face appeared in your view just as another wave of sleep overcame you, the ghost of a smile on your face.
as you drifted off into the unknown, the claws of regret sank into you again and it’s almost as if you could hear the sea witch’s cruel cackling. you can’t rip out his heart—you just couldn’t. you wouldn’t. because, unbeknownst to you, that fondness you held so deeply for him was already blossoming into something more. something dangerous.
it was a strange day, indeed, for sunghoon.
more of a strange week, actually. firstly, his assistant keeper was nowhere to be found, so he was on the small island all alone; manning all of the work and upkeep of the lighthouse on his own. as he went on about his days, sunghoon constantly felt watched—he even swore he heard a woman’s laugh before, saw the apparition of her along the shore, but it was just him. maybe it was finally his time to go mad like so many other lighthouse keepers.
now a vicious storm appearing out of nowhere? after his logs over the week have only shown mostly clear skies? it was all very strange to him.
even stranger was what sunghoon saw in the storm as he scanned the waters for any possible boats or ships. a woman, illuminated by a beam of moonlight, fighting against the waves and crashing upon his shore like some holy being. the storm came so fast he barely had time to get from his bed and light his oil lantern to go out and try to assist her.
that where sunghoon was now, holding his lantern over your bare body as he worriedly looked over you for any injuries. you seemed completely unharmed, surrounded by shifting blue scales with pearls in your hair. with skin slightly tinted blue and with slightly webbed hands, you almost looked… human—but, more ethereal and beautiful than anything sunghoon has ever seen in his entire life. you were prettier than any gibson girl appearance the women of the village sported.
realizing that he was gazing upon a woman’s naked body who he didn’t know, sunghoon quickly sat his lantern down in the sand as he shrugged off his wet coat. he laid it over you before hooking his arms under your legs and back to carry you back to safety in his quarters, making sure to grab his lantern to light his way back through the dark.
the closer to his small house and the further away from the shore he got, the storm simmered until he was at his front door and the skies and sea were almost calm again. very strange, sunghoon thought.
sunghoon laid you down gently onto his couch and replaced his coat for one of the thick blankets strewn across the back of the couch. you were completely out cold, and probably would be for a while. sunghoon shook his head in wonder as he stared down at you, “what happened to you? how did you manage to get caught naked and alone in the middle of a storm?”
his questions would have to wait for later. sunghoon rushed back outside and to the lighthouse. he climbed up the narrow winding staircase to the top and ensured that the lamp was still burning. after adjusting the flame, everything was back in order and the mechanism was spinning efficiently.
sunghoon sighed as he exited the lighthouse. thankfully, he wouldn’t have to do much cleaning up after the sudden storm. after logging everything that happened, sunghoon ventured back down to the shore—back to where he found you.
in the sand, he picked up some of the blue scales that had surrounded you and inspected them. they were somewhat transparent and flexible. when sunghoon held them out to the light, they shifted from a dark blue to a deep teal color. it only left him with more questions, but he pocketed them to ask you about later.
a yawn was ripped from his mouth and he looked out at the moon. if his calculations were correct, he still had a couple of hours until he had to be up again for the day. heading back to the small house near the lighthouse, sunghoon decided to go back to sleep until either it was time for him to wake up, or you awoke. there was no point in staying awake if everything outside was calm with no signs of changing and you were asleep.
sunghoon quickly ran upstairs and changed his wet clothes for dryer ones, making sure to bring some down for you to wear when you woke up. he sunk down into the armchair next to the couch, running his hands through his damp hair. sunghoon glanced over to you, sleeping peacefully, with a sigh. he just hoped that nothing else strange occurred.
he got as comfortable as he could on the armchair and yawned once again. sunghoon closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
you awoke inside a simply adorned house that you didn’t recognize. memories rushed towards the forefront of your mind and you recalled the events you just went through. the sea witch, your new—and no longer painful—legs, the storm, and sunghoon’s worried face. you slowly sat up and the fabric across your body fell off your shoulders and pooled in your lap.
you turned towards the window and looked out at the sky. it was still rather dark outside, but you could tell that dawn was not too far away. the light atop of the lighthouse still flickered like a beacon in the sky and there were no remnants of whatever storm brought you here.
the surface, you were finally on it. a smile grew on your face and you turned your attention back to your new legs, flipping the fabric off of you completely to gaze upon them.
they were absolutely glorious. you giggled a little as you wiggled the tiny fingers at the end of them. they felt unusual, but you supposed you would eventually get used to the feeling. another thought popped into your head, loud and demanding—sunghoon.
he was asleep in the chair next to you, uncomfortably twisted in it. you tilted your head as you looked at him. finally, you were getting a close look at a landwalker—human. you stood on your new legs, shaking and using the couch to stabilize you. you took a shaky step towards him, and another until you were basically hovering over him.
how fascinating, humans. they didn’t have any gills like merfolk did, nor the tinged blue-ish skin or tail. and from what you could tell their ears didn’t have any attached fins on them either. you touched your own ears, astonished at how different they felt before holding out your hand. they were still slightly webbed, but not nearly like how they used to be. it was all so… new.
your skin was soft and warm rather than cold, wet and almost slick. sunghoon’s hair also didn't sprawl out around him like yours did when you were underwater. instead, it covered his eyes in a dark curtain, resting softly across his cheeks.
you reached out your hand and brushed the hair away to see sunghoon’s closed eyes, fingers brushing lightly across his skin. he really was beautiful. your brows knitted together as the tips of your fingers dragged down his cheek. did all humans look like him?
sunghoon’s eyes cracked open and you gasped softly, pulling your hand away. you took a wobbly step back. you nearly fell onto the table if it hasn’t been for sunghoon quickly reaching out and grabbing your waist to steady you. you both looked at each other with wide eyes and complete silence. sunghoon’s eyes trailed your body and his eyes widened even more before he swiftly removed his hands from your waist and turned his head to the side, blinking rapidly.
“t-there’s clothes on the table for you…” sunghoon trailed, the sleep still in his voice, as he shifted in the armchair uncomfortably. his eyes darted to yours before looking away again.
you gave him a confused look before turning to the table. you held up the “clothes” he was talking about in front of you. you turned back to him with a puzzled look. “what… is it?” you asked. you stuck your arm through one of its various holes, confused on what you were to do with it.
sunghoon shifted in the seat more as he dragged his gaze to you. he took the pillow from behind him and pressed it down in his lap. “uh… i-it’s a shirt,” he stuttered, just as confused as you were. “you wear it?”
you lowered the shirt so you could look at him and sunghoon looked at the ceiling. “wear it?” you repeated. what is a “shirt” and how does one “wear it?” there was so much about a human’s life that you didn’t know. it made you excited to learn about it all.
sunghoon cleared his throat and his brows drew together more, like he didn’t understand how you didn’t understand what he was talking about. suddenly, realization dawned on his features and he slowly looked down from this ceiling so his eyes connected with yours. “yeah,” he said slowly. you could see the geysers blowing in his head the more he stared at you, his eyes shifting along your face and your hair. he glanced towards the door before settling on you. “have you seen them before?” he suddenly asked.
“from afar on humans, but never this close! we don’t wear things such as this. it’s soft,” you smiled. you then gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. you didn’t think it was wise to let him know that you were—or, use to be—a mermaid. your father’s words came to mind again, but, as you stared at sunghoon with wide eyes, it didn't look like he was dangerous.
after all, he did rescue you from the storm and gave you shelter. he is even giving you some of his clothes, even if you didn’t know what to do with them or how to wear them. maybe you could trust him with your secret before going off to the village in hopes of finding someone to fall in love with. treat it as a farewell before you leave him to ensure your fondness didn’t grow any further.
a smile grew on sunghoon’s face and as you stared at each other for another moment, you could see him put all the pieces together himself. “well, us humans usually wear a shirt like this,” he started, motioning down to the shirt that covered his chest. “and trousers to cover our lower half. you’re, uh, naked… right now.”
your brows raised in shock. naked? how were you naked? most of your pearls were still in your hair and your hair was relatively decent still. you were completely dressed.
sunghoon slowly stood. he grabbed the shirt from you and held it in between your bodies. “i’m not sure how things work where you’re from… but here, let me help you…” he lifted the shirt and pulled it over your head through one of the holes. “your arms go through the other two,” sunghoon murmured awkwardly.
he then very awkwardly guided you through putting on the pants and you quickly learned about balance and its importance.
“thank you,” you said sincerely as you smiled at him. sunghoon sheepishly smiled back, rubbing the back of his neck. “but, i must ask one last thing of you. the village… it’s dire that i get there as fast as possible.”
sunghoon’s smile dropped. you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. then, you started to make your way to the door, a lot less wobbly. the kiss was risky, but you couldn’t help yourself. sunghoon raced towards you, his arms out. “wait!” he called out.
he held you in place by your shoulders to stop you from leaving. “you can’t leave—not without someone guiding you, and i can’t leave the lighthouse. the villagers… they’ll eat someone like you alive down there. it’s not safe.” you could tell sunghoon wasn’t joking by the serious expression on his face.
what were you supposed to do now? “someone like me?” you asked.
sunghoon gave you an almost incredulous look. “you arrived in a storm completely unharmed and alive. when i found you, you were surrounded by scales and you wear pearls in your hair…” he trailed off, like the answer was blatantly obvious. “the villagers don’t believe, but spending time here, alone, at this lighthouse will at the very least have you questioning.”
your shoulders sagged. at least you didn’t have to hide what you were from him anymore—not that you were doing a good job of it anyway. “b-but… i have to go to the village!” you exclaimed.
“listen, why don’t you stay here for a while? i’ll teach you everything you need to know—human to mermaid—and after, you can go on your merry way and live amongst us on your own!” sunghoon said.
“you don’t understand.” you slumped down on the couch, crossing your arms. “it’s not safe for you, and i don’t have that amount of time.”
sunghoon quirked a brow, chuckling, “what? are you gonna eat me or something?” you stayed silent. he sat down on the couch next to you, “if you were, you would’ve done so on the shore or while i was sleeping. i promise that no angry mob is gonna come rowing here after you, you don’t have to worry. and, i’ll teach you everything as fast as i can.”
you sighed defeatedly. you just hoped it was fast enough for you to still find someone else. it couldn’t be sunghoon who’s heart you ripped out. “okay,” you murmured.
sunghoon smiled brightly at you. “now, what’s your name, darling?”
“y/n,” you replied a bit hesitantly.
“i’m sunghoon, here at your service!” you laughed and he joined in with you. you almost wanted to tell him that you already knew, that you’ve been watching him, but you decided against it. it was best that he didn’t know. “sunghoon,” you repeated instead, like you haven’t already said it before, “that’s very pretty.”
“a compliment, coming from a pretty woman like you? well, it must be! thank you kindly, miss!” he smiled playfully and you rolled your eyes. there was a pang in your chest and you inhaled. thankfully it was covered by a loud growl, causing you to furrow your brows.
sunghoon’s face lit up in realization again. “ah, right. you must be hungry. let me fetch you something to eat.”
it’s been about a week since you landed in sunghoon’s care and time was ticking down. you tried to not think about how much time you had left, instead distracting yourself by helping sunghoon around the lighthouse, but it was near impossible. it didn’t help that since the two of you were alone on the island together, you both had no choice but to be in each other’s presence and get to know each other.
sunghoon has taught you a lot about humans throughout the week you’ve been here and in turn you’ve told him how things worked under the water. the two of you were fascinated by each other’s stories and that, in turn, only brought you both even closer.
the day was clear, and as sunghoon said, “it holds no signs of changing.”
“what do you say we row over to the village? get you some proper clothes?” sunghoon asked. “i don’t think you want to keep wearing mine.” he paused from the siding he was painting to look over to you.
you halted the paintbrush you were holding, looking at his clothes that you wore. “what? do they not look good on me?” you giggled.
sunghoon’s eyes widen, almost like something clicked in his head, but a smile grew on his face. he said nothing for a moment, just stared at you with a fond smile. “of course they look good on you,” he said.
you looked away, hiding your face, as you continued painting. “that would be nice,” you murmured, before speaking a little louder. “it would be nice to see the village.”
not soon after that, the two of you were climbing up the dock at the village together. you stuck near sunghoon’s side, suddenly overwhelmed by the busy life of the villagers. as you walked through the streets, you couldn’t help but notice all their stares—their dirty looks. you pressed more into sunghoon’s side and he wrapped his arm around your waist.
“a man’s clothes!” you heard the village women mutter amongst each other. “and her hair…”
you now knew what sunghoon meant when he said the village would eat you alive. you didn’t look how the village women looked and the difference was drastic and obvious. none of them had pearls intricately wrapped in strands of their hair or even had their hair down. their hair were all put up, with flowing skirts and modest blouses or fitted dresses that showed the curve of their hips that didn’t match the buttoned up untucked men’s shirt and trousers you wore. it was all so overwhelming.
by the time you reached the tailors, you were practically clutching on to sunghoon’s side. when you entered, every eye was on you. a human woman—who you assumed was the owner of the shop—rushed towards you. “oh, you poor thing! let me fix you up!” she cooed as she pulled you away from sunghoon’s grasp.
you looked back at him with wide, fearful eyes. “it’ll be okay,” he assured you, grabbing your hand. “i’ll be right here waiting for you.”
“this will take a while,” the woman said to him, before glancing at you. at least she didn’t look at you like the other women did. it was more with pity than disgust. sunghoon nodded, sitting in one of the chairs with his hat clutched in his hands. you didn’t turn away from him until your view of him was physically cut off by the curtain the woman pulled in front of your face and he didn’t look away either.
suddenly the woman had you out of sunghoon’s clothes and in long skirts and blouses. she had you try on various ones to gauge your size, along with pulling out what she called “measuring tape.”
once you had on an outfit she was satisfied with, her fingers hovered over the pearls in your hair, a look you couldn’t name in her eyes. “pearls are very beautiful? don’t you agree?” she asked as she turned to look at your face. you nodded, still a bit uncomfortable, as you cast your gaze downwards to the floor.
“all that hardship for beauty… for a simple creation,” the woman said. “i was just like you once, little guppy.” your gaze snapped to her’s in shock as her eyes stared at the pearls in your hair.
the woman continued, and you saw the sadness in her eyes. she nodded her head towards the curtain, “that man out there, he found you, didn’t he?” you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out, so you just nodded. “he’s already swimming down deep for you,” she said, “it gets easier, dear. when it’s all over, you come and find me, you hear?”
she said nothing else—nothing else about the fact that you both crawled from the deep in hopes of a new life. nothing about how she must’ve had to sacrifice the one she loved most in order to be standing in front of you right now. nothing about if it was worth it or not—and you so desperately needed to know.
instead, she carefully untangled the pearls from your windswept hair and worked them into the up-do she styled your hair in. as she worked around you, you noticed the single pearl in her own hair, and your heart broke in two.
once she was done and the curtain was opened, you all but ran back to where sunghoon still sat, just like he said he would. as you approached, he stood to his feet as he looked over you. his eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. the woman giggled, winking at you, before leaving the two of you alone.
“better?” you asked him, glancing down at the new clothes you wore.
“you were already beautiful,” sunghoon replied, a bit breathlessly and flustered. you smiled and felt as your face started to heat up rapidly. his ears were a flaming red that made you giggle a little. sunghoon cleared his throat, blinking, “b-but, it’s a good hu—good look on you. do you like it?”
you thought it over for a moment, “there’s aspects of it that i like, some that i don’t.” you liked how intricate it all looked, a lot of it reminded you of the seabed. along with the colors—it looked like you wore a coral reef with the most beautiful and shimmering fish in it. you weren’t sure about how fitted it all felt, but you were sure you would get used to it. it bummed you that your hair was put up, but at least you kept your pearls.
“well, you can wear it all however you like when we’re back on the island, sweetheart,” sunghoon said, stepping towards you. he took your hands in his and smiled at you.
when the two of you walked back through the village, you still felt eyes on you—more snickers and muttering. on the row home you were quiet, which sunghoon noticed. in the house, he saw how the sadness twisted your features.
he guided you towards the couch, his brows drawn together in worry. “i’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice low. sunghoon watched helplessly as the tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him before sliding down your cheeks. you touched your fingers to the wetness, confused.
“what is this?” you asked him.
“tears,” sunghoon replied. “they happen when you feel an emotion deeply—like sadness.” more tears fell down your cheeks and you buried your face in his chest. sunghoon wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.
after a few moments, you peeked your head out and looked at him with big, teary eyes. your eyes darted down to sunghoon’s lips before looking back up at him, your brows furrowing like you were in inner turmoil. slowly, you leaned up and softly pressed your lips to his.
sunghoon’s own eyebrows raised in slight shock. you pulled away the slightest bit, your lips still hovering near his like you were frozen. for a second, sunghoon was too. he then chases your lips, kissing you again.
you lips work in perfect harmony together as you kiss each other. like the past week has been building to this moment and it’s finally here and it’s perfect. his lips felt perfect on yours and yours on his. it was as if they were made for each other and you never wanted to spend another moment not kissing sunghoon.
his hand cupped your face and you sat up more, nearly in his lap, as the kiss deepened. you kissed each other like you were desperate. like the waves were crashing around you—and they were. the time you had left flashed in your mind and you ran your hands through his hair to distract yourself from the thoughts and instead focus on him—only sunghoon.
sunghoon’s hat fell to the side somewhere on the couch and his other hand slid down to rest on your waist. you kissed each other like you didn’t need air, or water, or anything. just each other. but you did, and you pulled away as heavy breathing overtook the both of you. not far, but enough so that you lips had the slightest distance from his. your thoughts came back full force, the sand in your hourglass falling and the sea witch’s cackling.
you shook your head a little, eyes still closed. “w-we can’t… this is too dangerous,” you trailed off in a soft and low voice, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his.
“i don’t understand…” sunghoon whispered. “what is so dangerous about it?” the pads of his thumbs wiped away freshly fallen tears. you shook your head again, pulling away from him fully and sitting properly back on the couch. sunghoon sat up straighter and placed his dropped hat in his lap.
you wrapped your arms around yourself. you looked out the window towards the calm sea and felt yourself break. it was already too late. you’ve reached the point of no return, and if you continued down the path you were going with sunghoon, there would be no going back.
“this won’t end well,” you told him, “and we’ll both end up getting hurt.”
you felt his fingers gently turn your face towards his. his face was inches from yours and he pulled you closer to him as you sniffled, wrapping his arms around you in comfort once again.
“and what if i like the pain—the danger?” sunghoon asked you quietly. “what if i want to get hurt by you?”
you shook your head once again and turned your head away from him. “you don’t,” you replied. he didn’t know what he was asking, and you knew someday soon you would have to tell him. he turned you towards him again, nodding. “i do,” sunghoon said.
his lips met yours again and you could feel the harsh winds whip around the two of you. the tides bent and broke and turned. you were both caught in a riptide and there was no escaping. your fates were already put in motion.
you were a fool to think you could stop it. you kissed sunghoon back with so much passion and wanting that you were sure it would knock the two of you right over. instead, he kept you stable, kept both of your heads above the water as you got pushed by the tall waves hand in hand. sunghoon kissed you back just as feverishly.
from the second you saw him through the fog you knew that your souls would be intertwined. you knew that you would fall in love with him—there was so stopping it, and you couldn’t no matter how hard you tried.
but then you thought of his bloody, beating heart in your cold hands. his lifeless eyes staring up at you. you had to fight against your rippling love for him, there was no other option. you didn’t want the sea witch to have his pure heart, she didn’t deserve it. and you felt like you didn’t deserve it either.
but the anchor has already been dropped into the water, and by the time you hurriedly pull it back up it would already be too late.
so you kept kissing him. you let everything you felt for him speak for itself through your moving lips on his and hoped that it was enough. you hoped that sunghoon understood it all—hoped that once he found out the truth that he would forgive you for keeping it from him. you hoped that his feelings for you would change.
the woman’s words from earlier seeped between your thoughts. “he’s already swimming down deep for you.” you didn’t think it could get easier. at the end of the time you had, when it was either you or sunghoon, you were choosing him. you just hoped that, in time, it would get easier for him.
it’s been a little over a week since you and sunghoon shared a kiss that shifted everything between the two of you. you tried hard to fight against your rapidly growing love for him, but it seemed like sunghoon fought against you every step of the way. whether it was fleeting but charged touches, longing looks, or the words he spoke, sunghoon was determined to let the feelings between the two of you grow. he’s even gotten more bolder with his displays of affection.
slowly, throughout the time since your kiss, you let yourself feel all the deep and confusing and complex emotions for him. let yourself pretend that you weren’t a doomed mermaid, but a regular human girl who was falling in love.
so, you shivered at his fleeting touch, wishing for more. you hid your heated face as the two of you exchanged longing glances. you melted at his sweet and honest words, as if it was a secret only the two of you shared. and for the first time in your life, you had everything you’ve ever wanted.
“you feeling better today, my pearl?” sunghoon asked you gently. a couple days ago you lightly burned your hand while lighting the oil lamp. it was a mere sting, really, but sunghoon has been fawning over you ever since. when he first called you “my pearl,” a few days after your kiss, it came as a shock.
“my pearl?” you asked him, slight shock fueling your voice. it was later in the day after the two of you finished the majority of what you had to do around the lighthouse. you and sunghoon sat across from each other at the table with a discarded shared meal pushed to the side in the center of you both. his hand intertwined with yours, thumb caressing the back of it.
“like the ones in your hair,” he said, using his free hand to motion to them. his smile—that seemed permanent these days—grew even more and it lit up his whole face. “unless you want to be called something different…”
sunghoon leaned across the small table towards you, tilting his head. his lips were inches from yours. in a low voice, he added, “like sweetheart, or darling, or baby…”
a permanent smile seemed planted on your lips too. your face felt like it was on fire, “i’ll like whatever you want to call me. the only thing that matters is that it comes from your lips.” sunghoon chuckled and his head fell in the other direction before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “i’ll keep that in mind.”
“i told you, i’m okay,” you started as sunghoon looked over your wrapped hand. he glanced up at you with his brows raised before softly kissing the spot on your hand that you hurt. “there’s no need to worry.”
sunghoon then brought your hand to his chest. you felt the dull thump of his heartbeat and your assuring smile faltered slightly. you pulled your hand away. “we should finish cleaning the lighthouse,” you said, looking down to your feet. you glanced back up and sunghoon nodded. you saw the worry start to settle on his face but you moved before he could say anything else.
later that night, a storm had rolled in. it wasn’t as bad as the one that brought you here, but it still scared you nonetheless. it had woken you up and the thunder shook you to your core. it made you remember that just because you were pretending everything was okay and normal didn’t mean that they were. you had to tell sunghoon the truth at some point, and it had to be soon.
you shakily slid out your bed, clutching tightly to your frilly, high-collared white nightgown, and made cautious steps towards your door. with each strike of lightning, your bedroom illuminated and you saw your shadow dance across the floor. sometimes, it didn’t look like you had legs at all, but a tail still. the more steps you took, the more some of them felt wrong. like you were stepping on hot coals or urchins.
shaking your head as you slowly opened your door, you tried to calm yourself down. it was all in your head, that’s all. everything was okay.
you made your way down the short hall towards sunghoon’s room. carefully, you opened his door, the creaking getting drowned out by the rolling thunder. sunghoon was already awake, staring out his window from his bed at the storm, features drawn in complete focus. his eyes snapped to you and his slowly opening door before softening.
you felt silly, like a child coming to a parent after a bad dream. he must’ve seen how scared you were, because he motioned you over to him. you closed his door before walking over to his bed. you climbed up onto it and sat next to him, the two of you peering out his window.
the storm was even less bad than you thought it was. mainly just a little rain and a lot of thunder. the sea waves weren’t even as bad as you thought they initially seemed.
“the storm should be over soon,” sunghoon said, looking over to you, “the waves of thunder are getting further and further apart.” his spectacles caught the moonlight briefly before he took them off. “here, you should get some sleep.”
sunghoon shifted in the bed and pulled his covers over you, urging you to lay down. once you did, the two of you laid in silence and in the darkness—besides the flash of lightning here and there. you looked over at him in the dark, watching his silhouette. “sunghoon, i—”
your mouth clamped shut. how do you even bring something like ‘cutting someone’s heart out’ up? how do you do it without confirming to yourself and revealing to him that you love him deeply? how would he react to it all? you didn’t want your relationship to change, but this road had to be crossed. you had to let him know that your time was limited together—that you only had roughly another two weeks before you’d be seafoam.
how there is no salvation waiting for you.
you decided that it had to wait another day. one where it wasn’t storming and you could see each other’s faces. he deserved that.
“thank you…” you trailed instead, swallowing the lump in your throat. “for all that you’ve done for me thus far. i can’t tell you how much it all means to me.” you felt him shift and though you didn’t physically see his face, you felt the weight of his eyes on you.
in a quiet voice, you added, “how much you mean to me.”
the warmth of his body next to yours was suddenly too much for you. how different everything felt was, once again, overwhelming. it took everything in you not to cry.
“you mean a lot to me, too,” sunghoon said in the same quiet voice as you. “more than you know.”
his arms reached out towards you and his touch felt like sparks along your body. they wrapped around your body and pulled you closer to him, until your head was resting on his chest and you could hear his quickening heartbeat as his chest rose and fell. it made you want to cry even more.
“i’m glad that you came in, i actually can’t sleep that well during storms,” sunghoon said. you looked up at him and you could almost make out his face. “and your presence is always a welcome one. makes me feel calmer.”
you smiled to yourself, your face heating. “i think i can help with that…” you trailed.
sunghoon looked down and hummed in question. you continued, “there’s a lullaby my mother used to sing to me as a child when i couldn’t sleep.” you began to hum the start of it softly.
like magic, sunghoon felt his body begin to get heavy and his eyes struggled to stay open. he yawned and you stopped humming briefly to giggle before continuing. he pulled you even closer, to the point where you were practically almost on top of him. sunghoon just couldn’t get over the way you smelled like the sea waves. it reminded him so much of everything he loves.
in no time at all he was drifting into a peaceful sleep, feeling like the calm ripples of waves were all around him. and next to him was you—the beautiful maiden who had come from the waves, capturing his heart and singing your beautiful lullabies.
sunghoon was past smitten, was past falling, he was in deep. deeper than he’s ever been before and the more time he spent with you, the farther down he went. sunghoon was in love with you, he just needed some way to put his emotions into words and tell you. there was no doubt in his mind about you not feeling the same.
the weather had grown colder than usual, especially during the night. when you and sunghoon weren’t working around the lighthouse, you were both in the house by the fire, talking about nothing and everything. you had just come back inside from relighting the oil lamp at the top of the lighthouse. “it’s really cold out there!” you exclaimed with a laugh as you walked towards where sunghoon sat on the armchair.
he has just come from lighting the fireplace in his bedroom, where you’ve been sleeping ever since that night a week ago when you came in during a storm. sunghoon extended his hand towards you and you intertwined your fingers with his. he quickly pulled you to him and you fell into his lap with a squeal while he laughed. “let me warm you up then, my love,” sunghoon chuckled, pressing warm kisses to your cold cheeks.
the fire in the downstairs hearth was already merely warm embers and it was nearly time for bed. sunghoon pressed a lasting kiss to your lips, both of your mouths moving in sync before you had to break away for air. you stared into his brown eyes with wide eyes, lips just a breath away from each other. sunghoon’s hand was cupping your cheek and for a moment, it was just the two of you in the whole world.
you inhaled sharply before kissing him again. it was full of that same passion and want from the first kiss the two of you shared. in the midst of it, you twisted in his lap, hiking up your nightgown and straddling him as your lips worked against each other.
it felt like the jar you kept all you love for him began to crack until it finally exploded, letting all of the love flow freely. it was too much to contain—too powerful to control. there was no stopping it and it all only grew more and more. it felt as if there was fire in the pit of your belly, making your skin hot and your head clouded.
you pulled away from sunghoon’s lips just enough to speak. “take me,” you whispered lowly. you saw the way his eyes widened and his grasp on your hips tightened. “please,” you begged before placing your lips back on his with a hot kiss.
sunghoon sat the two of you up so you were no longer leaning back on the armchair. it seemed like it took everything in him to rip his lips away from yours. he stood and you intertwined your hand with his and led him up the stairs.
when the two of you made it to his room you let go of his hand as he stoked the fire. you pulled off your white nightgown and let it fall to the floor below. you then crawled onto his bed as you waited, completely naked. the warmth of the flames made your already hot skin feel like it was on fire.
sunghoon froze when he saw you on the bed, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. he watched as the flickering light bathed you in warm hues and made your hair glitter with all of the pearls strung in it. you smiled at him shyly, you gaze casting down for a moment before looking back up at him. you were so beautiful that it truly took sunghoon’s breath away.
he wasted no time, stripping off his own clothes before climbing onto his bed and on top of you, his lips latching with yours in a heated kiss.
you moaned against his lips when his hand slid in between the two of you and down to where you needed him the most. with his thumb, he rubbed at the sensitive bud and made your back arch off of the bedsheets. you whimpered into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.
sunghoon’s thumb then traveled down farther, spreading your arousal between your folds and having you whining. his warm hands sent electricity through your body and you didn’t know how much more you’d be able to take if he didn’t do something. you pulled away from his lips, chest rising and falling heavily as your brows knitted together. “i need you,” you begged in a low voice.
sunghoon then slipped a finger inside of you, causing you to gasp and hold onto him tighter. he watched as your face twisted into pleasure and he slowly began to pump it in and out of you, savoring the way your body reacted to him and his touch. once you were clawing at his back, he slipped in another finger, curling them at just the right angle to have you melt underneath him.
you’ve never felt pleasure like this before and it made you angry that you waited so long with sunghoon. the way he repeatedly pushed his slender fingers inside you, coating them with your wetness, made every withering scale and the pain worth it. as long as you got to be with him, everything was worth it.
sunghoon pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck and to your breasts. his tongue circled your nipple before he pulled away. you were writhing beneath him, soft moans falling from your lips at the way his fingers moved. they only got louder when he would curl them at just the right moment and pressed up against your sweet spot.
he watched with a satisfied smile as you tried to press your legs together, a whimpering mess. he pushed one of your legs away with his free hand, his fingers splaying across your thigh and keeping it up towards your chest. soon, he felt your walls grip his fingers tightly before you were covering them in a pretty white. but, sunghoon wasn’t finished with you just yet. he was determined to make this the best night of your life.
helping you ride out your high, he brought his lips back down to yours as he slowly pumped his fingers inside you. your chest rose and fell as you tried to fill your lungs up with oxygen, but you still turned the slow kiss into a deeper one.
“are you ready, baby?” sunghoon asked you in a soft voice, breaking away from your lips. you nodded eagerly, you were more than ready.
he moved so he sat back on his knees, pushing your legs apart as he pulled his wet fingers out of you. you leaned up on your elbows to watch him. more arousal pooled in your stomach as you looked over him and the way the firelight bounced off of him. he looked heavenly, completely angelic. and tonight he was all yours—not the land’s, not the sea’s, yours. and you were his.
slowly, sunghoon slid into you. you gasped loudly at the feeling of being so full, so completely enraptured by him. once he was fully inside you, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. your lips moved in sync with his and you wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him closer to you.
sunghoon started to rut his hips forward, repeatedly pushing himself inside of you. he moaned at how good you felt around him, at how beautiful you looked underneath him with your pretty moans and your face full of pleasure. it was everything he wanted and more. he never wanted this night to end.
the two of you tried to pull each other impossibly closer. you were both desperate for each other’s touch and no matter how close you were, it wasn’t close enough.
you pulled away from sunghoon’s lips after fighting the urge to breathe for too long and buried your face in his neck. he pressed chaste kisses to your shoulder as your bodies moved in motion. it was like two waves colliding over and over again.
inside of you, you felt the rope of pleasure start to fray and snap. you whimpered, breathing heavily as you looked up sunghoon and the thin sheen of sweat that made him glow even more. “please,” you begged him, whining as your back arched off the bed again and your hips lifted towards his. “please, please, please.”
your head felt too clouded and it took all of your effort to even say that simple word. you were so close, so-so close. your body never felt like this before, tingly all over and on fire. it was such a stark contrast to how it felt when you were a mermaid. did humans always feel like this, or was this purely from sunghoon’s actions?
you weakly sat up, wrapping your arms around sunghoon’s neck for leverage. a desperate need overtook your senses as you rocked your hips against him in time with the way he pushed into you. the both of you moaned as the new sudden feeling.
“you feel so good,” sunghoon murmured. “so perfect.”
he sloppily smashed his lips against yours, too eager to kiss you properly with how good you were making each other feel. it felt like your bodies were made for each other—like the two of you were made for each other.
soon, the rope completely snapped and you moaned loudly against his lips, body shaking as your movement halted. more whines and moans fell from your parted lips as sunghoon kept moving. you held him tightly, scared that if you were to let go you would fall apart completely.
it wasn’t long after that you felt warmness spill inside you. sunghoon stilled, his head falling into the crook of your neck and his breathing coming out haggard. soft moans emitted from him and for a moment the two of you caught your breaths in silence.
once you felt like you weren’t in the clouds, a shy giggle escaped you. sunghoon looked up from your neck, an amused smile on his face. “what?” he asked. you shook your head as you giggled more, kissing him briefly. you intertwined your hands with his.
“that was heavenly,” you smiled, your face completely hot. sunghoon brought his hand up to cradle your cheek, his thumb caressing the warm skin, before kissing you again with a grin. “is it always like that?” you wondered.
he laughed, shaking his head a little. “not in my experience—no. nothing close to that,” he replied. “you’re just special.”
a sheepish smile tugged at your face and you looked away from his gaze. sunghoon pressed a kiss to your jaw and you giggled more as he pressed another to your neck. “come on,” he murmured against your skin, “let’s get you cleaned up, darling.”
after the two of you were cleaned up, you laid together on his bed beneath the covers, the dwindling firelight illuminating the two of you. your back was to sunghoon’s chest and he trailed the tips of his fingers along your shoulder and arm, sometimes softly kissing it.
you turned to face him and he fondly smiled down at you, causing his expression to mirror on your own face. he leaned down to kiss you. “my pearl,” sunghoon whispered affectionately before kissing you again.
the next day, the air around you and sunghoon was charged. no longer were the touches fleeting and the two of you shared longing glances. everything was practically out in the open now, one of you just had to bridge the gap completely.
a deep rooted sensation bubbled inside you and you could only describe it as fear. you had to tell sunghoon about the sea witch’s deal, and you had to do it today. you were running out of time—with only a week left—and it couldn’t be put off any longer.
it made the fear in the pit of your stomach worse when you noticed how sunghoon looked at you—how he always looked at you. it was full of love and hope and yearning. you could almost see the words forming at the tip of his tongue without him needing to say anything.
it made you feel guilty that you waited until the last moment to say anything.
sunghoon couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for the whole day. he kept falling behind in his duties because he was too busy focused on you. too focused on the way your dress swayed as you moved, or the way the pearls in your hair glittered in the sunlight, completely free from the up-do that the women of the village wore. or the way you smiled at him every time you caught him staring, that smile that he would do anything and everything for.
the fire lighting the lighthouse was nothing compared to the fire that burned in his heart for you, so blinding that it was the only thing he could make out. you set him alight, made his skin hot and his cheeks rosy. sunghoon felt like he didn’t even need his thicker, wool clothes with you around him. you made his heart race and race until he was sure it would go jumping out of his chest and into your gentle hands.
how could he not love you? from the moment he saw you it felt like something clicked into place within himself. like you were the final piece he’s been waiting for and he was now complete. you completed him.
if you were the lighthouse, sunghoon was the boats and ships drawn to your light with the excitement of land. for the rest of his days, his soul would desperately call out to yours until you came home to him. he was the moth and you were the flame—and he would gladly get burned by your heat if that meant he could be with you, however brief.
you were springtime with the promise of pretty, blooming flowers. the sunlight bouncing off the ripples of the sea and the cool air that flowed up from it. you were the shadows that the leaves cast on the ground and the calming sound of the remnants of waves hitting the rocks. sunghoon could shout from the top of the lighthouse everything he adored about you, but by the time he would be anywhere close to finishing you both would be old and grey, skin wrinkled from all the times you made him laugh and smile.
today was the day, he had to tell you how he felt. he couldn’t keep it locked inside him any longer.
after the two of you finished everything for the day, sunghoon pulled you inside and away from the chilling winds. he sat you on the couch and nervously twiddled his thumbs as he forced the words from his mouth, and once he started he found it even harder to stop.
“i love you,” sunghoon finally breathed. “i love you so much that it’s too much to contain. it spills out of me like uncontrollable rivers. i could tell you over and over and it still wouldn’t be enough—i love you, i love you, i love you!”
he grasped your hands in his, desperately holding onto them as he stared into your eyes with furrowed brows. nothing would be able to capture sunghoon’s love for you and it frustrated him to no end, yet, it didn’t stop him from trying. “i love you like the water loves the land. like the sun loves the moon and all of the stars in the sky,” he finally concluded.
you stared at him with a melancholic look and for a moment sunghoon thought that he might’ve been mistaken. that he read into you a little too much. but, all his worries were eased when you flung yourself into his arms and into his lap, making him fall back against the couch from the edge. you kissed him so passionately that it took his breath away again, but he was content with the burning in his lungs.
“i love you,” you told him, like you had discovered the secrets to the world and it all lied within him. “you paint all of my skies the most saturated colors of blue like i’ve never seen before. you’re the air in my lungs and the beating of my heart—oh, i love you so much!”
all sunghoon could do was laugh joyously as he held you close to him, planting a million and one kisses onto your face as you, too, laughed. he didn’t think he’d ever be this happy in his life, and it was all because of you. no longer were his days lonely and grey; they were filled with the most magnificent colors and your presence.
you didn’t realize the tears that began to fall down your face, or how the overwhelming fear in your stomach came to the surface until you got a good look at sunghoon’s happy face. you inhaled sharply before it was all too much and you broke down completely. at first, sunghoon thought they were happy tears until he saw the way you violently shook and his smile faltered.
he pulled you to his chest as his hand rubbed comforting circles against your back. “you’re crying, my pearl? why are you sad?” he asked you he gently, pulling you away from him so he could see your face.
you shook your head, sniffling and wiping the tears from your cheeks. “i’m happy! i’m so happy for the first time in my life and it’s because of you,” you started. “only, i’m still that naive girl i was when i first washed up on your shore, because this can’t last…”
sunghoon’s brows drew together further. “what do you mean, my love?”
and so you told him everything. about how when you were a mermaid you dreamed of having legs like the landwalkers did, dreamed of walking on land and leading a human life. you told him how you would watch the villagers and then how the lighthouse caught your attention and you saw him from the water for the very first time and knew that he would always have your heart. you told him of the childhood story your father use to tell you of the mermaid who wished for legs and the sea witch who granted it.
finally, you told him about how you sought out said sea witch and found her, making a wish for legs of your very own. about the precedent of the deal and how it required you to cut out the beating heart of the human who you loved the most—him. then, you told him how you could never go through with it, how you’d rather throw yourself to the sea and become seafoam before ever thinking of hurting him.
sunghoon sat quietly with a slight look of horror as you spoke, intently listening to every word that fell from your mouth. “don’t you see why i told you it was dangerous for us to get closer? why it’s not safe?” you cried. “and it’s all my fault… i should’ve insisted that you take me to the village instead of staying. now we only have a week left before i leave you forever.”
another moment passed as you cried and cried and sunghoon held you as tightly as he could, fearful that you’d crumble completely in his arms. he struggled to wrap his mind around the whole thing—around the fact that your time together was limited.
sunghoon couldn’t bear living without you, that was the only stable thought in his mind.
he took your face in his hands and gently wiped away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. it broke his heart to see you so sad, so defeated. all sunghoon wanted to see was your beautiful smile again.
“why did you think i’d let you sacrifice yourself for me?” he asked. as if he’d let you do such a thing. he would rather carve out his heart himself and throw it to the sea if it meant you could keep the life you dreamed of.
you threw his words back at him, “why did you think i’d let you sacrifice yourself for me? it’s not a life if you aren’t in it.”
“because my heart already beats for you.” you shook your head at his words but sunghoon just nodded. “it does. and i want you to have everything you’ve ever wanted, even if it’s at the cost of my own life.”
“no…” you shook your head as more tears fell from your watery eyes. “no,” you stated more firmly. “this life means nothing to me without you. i’m not giving her your heart and neither are you. it’ll be hard when i’m gone, but it will get easier with time. we just have to make the most of the week we have left.”
sunghoon just tilted his head at you and shook his head as tears of his own fell from his eyes. it wouldn’t get easier, and no matter how close he held you, it wouldn’t be close enough.
in the days leading towards the end of the month you were given, you and sunghoon spent every waking moment together. duties were cast aside to only its bare bones and deemed unimportant. you spent time leaving little pieces of yourself on the tiny island. you had taken some of the pearls from your hair and sewn them onto the hat that sunghoon always wore; he even let you weave some of them into the strands of his hair.
a storm had begun to brew along the horizon of the sea that left everything dark and cloudy. you knew that the storm was for you—for him, and it saddened you deeply. it also filled you with a grim determination. the sea witch wouldn’t have sunghoon’s heart. you would die making sure that was true.
it felt as if all hope was lost. like a blanket of complete darkness covered the two of you and you walked lost through it. the majority of the week was spent as if you both were mourning each other, and you were. sunghoon just couldn’t believe that this would be the last time he would ever see you again—he refused to believe it.
he ensured that he had as much physical attachments of you two together as possible, even going so far to hire a photographer and have your pictures taken. at night, he could hear you weeping and he couldn’t do anything to comfort you except hold you. it wasn’t enough for either of you. how could the two of you possibly pretend to be happy when you both knew that the end was near? that the two of you were doomed from the very start?
it was like ice replaced all the warmth inside him and froze him down to the marrow in his bones. the only spark inside him was his undying love for you.
it felt strange to feel such deep and heartbreaking, mournful sorrow over someone who was still living. like his one true love was already taken from him.
how would sunghoon live on once you were gone? everywhere he goes he would search for you, whether that be beneath the empty covers of his bed or between the flickering light of the lighthouse. would he see someone at the village and think that it was you, only for them to turn and he’d see that it wasn’t? would he see the glittering sunlight along the water and think that it was the pearls in your hair—that you’ve returned home to him? he couldn’t bear it all.
but, he couldn’t do anything to stop it. the final day was here and the storm that was previously brewing in the horizon raged on, demanding to be felt—demanding the heart it came for. unease sunk deep into sunghoon, and as you both watched the storm and harsh winds from the window he held you close.
“please,” sunghoon begged, voice hoarse, barely above a whisper and half-muffled from his face buried in your hair, “please, don’t do this. we can figure out another way, just… just don’t go.”
sunghoon had been crying all night and the storm didn’t help one bit. even your lullaby only barely managed to make him fall asleep. he didn’t want to miss a single precious second with you by sleeping. he had the rest of his life without you to sleep.
“it’s too late, my love,” you said somberly. you shifted to face him, tears welling in your eyes. “there’s no other option. i have to do this. it’s the only way… you’re the land and i’m the sea—we only touch for a brief moment.”
you pressed your lips to sunghoon’s firmly, letting all your passion and love for him seep through it. no matter how much your lungs ached and your head pounded, you both didn’t break away. if it was going to be your last kiss, it would be one you’ll both remember forever.
only when you felt like you were about to pass out did you gently pull away from him. a strike of lightning followed by a vicious roar of thunder sounded. “it is time,” you whispered.
you stood from the couch, forcing yourself to break away from sunghoon and the life you cherished so deeply. you bent down to give him one last hug. “i love you, forever,” you said, “and i’ll miss you for even longer.”
“i love you,” sunghoon said, his voice breaking into a cry as tears slid down his face. “i miss you.” with bated breath, sunghoon looked up at you through his tears, “i’m sorry.”
you shook your head at sunghoon as you stood to your full height, your hand falling from his face and you wiped away his tears. you inhaled sharply and you got one last look at him, one last look at him to burn into your mind before you turned to seafoam.
you took in every inch of him, down to the hat with your pearls sewn onto it discarded at his feet and the pearls woven into his dark hair as he ran his hands through it. sunghoon was so drastically different from when you first met him, yet, completely the same all at once. it broke your heart into a million pieces to see him this way and have it be all because of you.
inhaling deeply, you turned your back before he could convince you to stay. your hand lingered near the door and you turned back to him one last time. “goodbye, my love, my sunghoon.”
with your last goodbye, you opened the door and faced the storm.
there was no use in delaying the inevitable. you stomped towards the water, stripping off your clothes and your last shred of humanity. anger permeated you, hot like the flame of the flickering lighthouse.
it was so unfair. it was so unfair that you couldn’t have the one thing you’ve ever wished for. but you guessed that it was no easy wish going against nature. a thing belonging to the sea cannot step onto the land without consequences—and here you were, facing them. walking headfirst back to the sea—to your own death, like one would if they had pockets full of stones.
you barely got to your knees in the water before red-hot pain spread throughout your legs, the same pain that you felt when they formed from your tail. soon after you were falling to the water, your deep blue, color shifting tail emerging from behind you. you dived underwater, thankful for once that mermaids couldn’t cry.
you began to swim further out into the sea, watching as more and more of your body transformed back to its original state. the entire time you thought of the sea witch, of how you hated her and her cruelness. she did this to you—she let you dream of hope only to turn the lights back out. you never should’ve made that bargain.
above you, you saw the water ripple like something was dropped in. you wouldn’t have thought anything of it if not for the feeling against your tail. you stopped swimming and twisted to look behind you.
shock filled you and your eyes widened. sunghoon swam towards you, clothes flowing in the water as he got closer.
no. what was he doing here? doesn’t he know how dangerous it is for him to be in the sea at this moment? you wanted to lecture him, scream at him—but, all that filled you was the love you have for him.
sunghoon reached out his hands toward your face and gently grabbed your cheeks. he swam forward and placed his lips onto yours. you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you go alone, that he would be there with you until the very end—even if you told him over and over that it would only make the pain worse.
you pulled away and let yourself smile at him one last time—for the first time as what you truly were. that smile quickly faltered when you saw all the red start to seep out from around the two of you, feeling the knife against your chest.
looking down, you gasped and bubbles of air floated towards the surface. lodged in sunghoon’s chest was a knife with blood rapidly coming from it. you shook your head at him, brows knitting together in anguish, and sunghoon just nodded.
you refused to let him do this—to let him die. to let him die for you. it wasn’t supposed to be like this. it was supposed to be you, not him. you were supposed to be the sacrifice.
you linked your arms under his and swam as fast as you could to the shore, bringing sunghoon towards the surface and fighting against the harsh waves. every second felt like a grain of sand in an hourglass, and you didn’t have much sand left. you now know what he meant when he said “i’m sorry.”
sunghoon didn’t have much time, you knew that from the way he began to cough violently. you dragged him as far up on the shore and as far away from the water as you possibly could with the hindrance of your tail. the sea witch wouldn’t have him, you will die making sure of it.
you started screaming for help until your voice was hoarse, but it was no use against the whipping winds of the storm. nobody would hear you on this tiny island away from the village anyway. “why?” you asked him, tears falling from your face, “why would you do this? the sea doesn’t deserve a heart like yours.”
sunghoon grabbed your hands and brought them to the hilt of the blade in his chest. “take it… it’s yours. it will always be yours,” he said hoarsely. blood spilled past his lips and you cried harder. “go, be free. walk on land and live the life you’ve always wanted. be human.”
he violently coughed more and more blood coated his lips.
“it’s not a life i want if it isn’t with you,” you cried, removing your hands from the hilt and pressing them to his wound. your hands were stained but the blood wouldn’t stop.
sunghoon took your hands in his, “it’s not a world i want to live in if you’re not by my side, my pearl.”
with the last of his strength, sunghoon wrapped his hands around the hilt and harshly pulled the blade from his chest. you gasped as more blood gushed from the wound and stained his shirt red. “no, no, no!” you sobbed louder with each word.
“kiss.. me… one last time?” sunghoon heaved in question. his eyes started to close but he fought to keep them open—he wouldn’t waste any more precious seconds.
you couldn’t believe that it was all ending like this—that it all could come to this. you stupid, half-witted, naive little guppy. how dare you dream of a life you could never have?
you sniffled and nodded. you didn’t care that his blood would be on your lips, you bent down to press yours to his anyway. as they moved in sync you could feel the life draining from him and you pulled away, letting him get as much oxygen as he possibly can. it wasn’t supposed to be this way.
sunghoon smiled up at you and it was the last glimmer of light in the darkness as the rain poured down around the two of you. he cupped your face gently, his hand trembling. “my pearl…” he whispered, “my y/n… i love you so much.”
with those last words, sunghoon’s eyes closed and his hand fell from your face and into the wet sand below.
you looked down at him with wide, watery eyes. a loud sob ripped through you and you cried until your chest felt like exploding and you could barely see from the burning tears. you raised a shaky hand and placed it softly on sunghoon’s chest where his heart resided. it no longer beat. he was gone, truly… gone.
you took the knife laying limply in his other hand and threw it as far away from the two of you as you could. you then laid your head on his chest like you did all those nights ago in the bed you shared, only, it wasn’t the same.
sunghoon was gone. his warm body was now cold and his beating heart had stilled. all that was left was you—and soon, even you would cease to exist.
you felt tingling in your tail, little stabbing pains that would hurt if you didn’t feel so numb right now. you knew that you were withering away—turning into seafoam like the sea witch promised with only your heart to leave behind so she could collect it. you welcomed it, for you had nothing left.
let her take your heart, so long as she doesn’t touch his.
softly, you began to hum the lullaby your mother used to sing to you as a child. you hoped that it would aid sunghoon on his journey beyond, that the storm would no longer make him anxious and instead he felt calm. that it would gently lull him to where he needed to be.
more tears slid down your wet cheeks from the lack of sound in chest. how it didn’t rise and fall with his breathing. but, you continued humming.
the fin of your tail started to turn first. seafoam overtook it and fell away into the sand in a pool of foamy white. you closed your eyes as it spread further and further up your body. you hummed until you physically couldn’t anymore—until your entire body was seafoam and so were your lips. until you were nothing but a beating heart against sunghoon’s still chest.
the storm began to melt away, the dark clouds very slowly rolling back towards the magic that casted them and the rain traveling upwards towards them. it is unknown how long the remnants of your bodies laid in the wet sand, curled into each other.
there was no telling where sunghoon ended and you began.
deep down below at the sea floor there is a rumbling. a loud, angry scream follows and it is said it can be heard for miles. the sea witch tries with all her might, but her waters are just too far away from where the two lovers lie. she is unable to take their hearts, for they are their own—they belong to each other and no one else. and soon after, your heart turns to seafoam too. the two of you, at once, were home with each other.
while the law searches the tiny island to figure out what came of the lighthouse keeper, they find a picture of a woman with pearls in her hair—similar to the pearls found in the lighthouse keeper’s hair—and a shifting blue scale. the picture and scale was hidden in a pocket close to his chest and free from any blood. the woman was never found and the villagers have no recollection of her—despite the various photographs around the lighthouse keeper’s small home.
through the breaking light of the dawn, it is said you can see two souls turn to one.
tags: superhero au, villain!keeho, hero!reader, scars, blood, wounds, weapons, mentions of murder/killing people, fingering, shower sex, pet names, praise, degradation, reader uses she/her pronouns and has a clitoris and vagina, keeho refers to reader as girl
a/n: omg my smut debut look at me go! here is my little thanks to section, because I have to mention @enbyjjunie who has been helping motivate me, brainstorm with me, and beta read!! of course a huge thank you to @sxfterhearts and @kisseobie for managing this whole event, and bringing all of us together. and to all the other amazing writers who are part of the project, I am so excited to be publishing my fic alongside yours ♡
Blood stained the white shower tiles, mixing with the soap bubbles to create intricate shapes as it swirled down the drain. The water rinsed everything off, every bit of blood, sweat, and grime that could be found on your bodies. If anything stuck in the corners, it wasn’t your problem, since this was Keeho’s bathroom. His white tiles, his cleaning headache. Not that you paid it much mind in the moment, with your back up against the cool glass of his shower doors, Keeho’s hands and mouth all over you.
“Fuck, careful where you place your hands,” he mumbled in your ear, shrugging your hand off his shoulder. You glanced over to see a fairly new bruise blossoming right where you had grabbed him, and couldn’t help the smirk that overtook your features.
“Got you good today, didn’t I?” you asked, the amusement short lived as you immediately felt a sharp stabbing pain on your hip in retaliation.
Keeho had pressed down on a fresh slashing wound from your fight earlier, making you yelp and instantly grab onto his arms for support, as your legs wobbled under you. Even though you had ended the night on a high, Keeho having to retreat from the city beaten and bruised, it was not like you had made it out completely unscathed. Keeho was an expert at wielding his signature twin poignard daggers, the many cuts on your body being evidence of this.
“I like it better when you shut up.”
“Someone’s a sore loser,” you mumbled, slowly trailing off as he leaned back into your space, caging you in between his arms against the now steamy glass door. He looked down at you with sharp eyes, and you noticed another bruise forming on his left cheekbone, no doubt the result of you hitting him with the blunt end of your glaive.
You and Keeho were the perfect match, two sides of the same coin in every way possible. The first time you had gone head to head, both of you had been left in awe of the other’s abilities. Not that any of you would ever admit it. Keeho’s teleportation powers and your super speed balanced each other out so well, one was never more than half a step ahead of the other. This resulted in fights purely being decided on combat skills and luck, as you wounded each other at a speed too high for the onlookers to perceive.
You turned your head slightly, pressing your lips firmly to his pretty bruise, making sure he both felt the warmth of the kiss, and was reminded of the earlier impact with your weapon. Your kisses softened as you trailed down the side of his face, your hands leaving his tones upper arms to explore the expanse of his naked upper body.
“I could have killed you today, you really should be nicer to me,” you said in between open mouthed kisses at his jawline.
“Oh yes, imagine those headlines. “Darling hero of Metro City commits murder on open street!” You can never kill me sweetheart, there would be an outrage,” he replied, eyes closed as you worked down his neck. “And your heart is too soft to do it.”
You decided to ignore his statement, not wanting to agree with him, and instead grabbed his hips to push up against. As soon as your front came in contact with his hard cock, Keeho let out a low groan, one you could feel vibrating in his throat as you had your face buried right in the crook of his neck. Not a second later, Keeho’s arms were back around you, holding you close in order to maintain the friction between your bodies.
As you were grinding against each other, you felt a shiver down your spine, the water on your body slowly drying and giving way to the cold air coming in from below. Before you even had time to adjust, Keeho was already pulling you back under the hot stream coming from the showerhead.
Standing even closer together now, in order for both of you to enjoy the warm water, Keeho rested his forehead against your temple, his face only a breath away as his hands travelled down the sides of your body. His hair was dripping down onto his collarbones, where you saw a paper-thin scar, long healed, but no doubt your doing. Most of the scars littering your body were left by him as well, reminders of every fight, every battle, every night spent together afterwards.
“How come you have never killed me?” you thought out loud.
You felt Keeho’s hands stop, just for half a second, before continuing to glide over your skin, his right pointer finger tracing a newly healed gash along your outer thigh, the skin raised and still pink. His doing.
“I mean, you’ve had the chance several times,” you continued, not satisfied with his silence.
For a few seconds, the sound of water hitting skin and tile was the only thing you could hear in the bathroom. Then you felt Keeho smile against your cheek.
“Yeah well, keeping you alive is way more fun, means I get to do this.”
His hand quickly moved from your leg to in between your bodies, his finger finding you clit and beginning to rub small circles without a moment’s hesitation. You immediately grabbed onto his shoulders for stability, all thoughts of the forming bruise there gone for now. A choked moan got stuck in your throat, which made Keeho giggle.
“Look at you, already struggling to stand and I have barely touched you,” he said, lips right next to your ear as his hand kept moving at the pace he knew you liked. “Wonder what the good people of Metro City would think of their precious hero, if they knew she was whimpering like a slut in my shower.”
“Oh fuck you,” you managed to gasp out, throwing your head back to rest against the wet tile behind you. This got a proper laugh out of Keeho, who now had a much better view of your upper body, taking full advantage of your new position.
“Later, maybe. For now I want you to beg for my fingers, can you do that, angel?” he asked.
You did not want to give him the satisfaction of begging, but the way he was rubbing circles on your clit also felt too good to object. Just then, his fingertips went further down, teasing at your entrance and making you inhale sharply.
You were dripping wet, more than one could expect you to be after such a short amount of time with Keeho’s hands on you. But just as he was to blame for most of the scars on your body, Keeho had also become responsible for the vast majority of your orgasms. He knew exactly what to do to have you moaning and begging for him, and in that moment you felt every ounce of pride and composure leave your body. You knew the pleasure he would reward you with was worth so much more.
“Please-” you started your sentence, cutting yourself off with a high pitched whine as Keeho’s fingers moved back up to your clit.
“Sorry could you repeat that sweetheart? I can’t hear you over all that pathetic whimpering,” he said, tilting his head slightly with an amused smile, as he watched you lose yourself to the feeling of his hands on you.
“Please! Please please I want you fingers inside me so bad Keeho, fuck, please,” you cried out, the grip you had on his shoulders becoming so tight, it would surely leave marks for the day after. None of you paid it any mind, however, used to much more permanent reminders of each other.
“That’s my good girl.”
Keeho slipped a single finger inside your wetness, quickly realising that you were turned on enough for him to add a second one immediately. The feeling of him inside of you, slowly stretching your walls, was enough to have you moaning uncontrollably. When he started curling his fingers up towards himself, you could feel how close you were already.
“You’re taking my fingers so well, being so obedient for me. Everyone else sees you fight, but only I know how good you are at giving in to me,” he said, eyes focused on where his fingers were pumping in and out of you.
You could do little more than nod, your breaths coming out as a mix of whines and sharp exhales. Both of you knew you were not going to last much longer.
“I want to feel you cum around my fingers, angel. Cum for me.”
He had barely finished the sentence, before you cried out, your orgasm hitting you as soon as he gave permission. Keeho could feel you clenching around him, coming undone as he continued to curl his fingers inside you. He had seen your face in complete ecstacy like this more times than he could count, and yet he craved it like a drug. The knowledge that he could have this effect on you too, the cuts on your body telling a story so different from the pleasure painting your features in that moment.
As you came down from the high, Keeho slowly removed his fingers again, letting the water rinse away your wetness, just as it had cleaned you off your blood.
Pulling yourself closer to him again, you leaned your face on his shoulder as your breathing returned to normal. Small crescent shaped indentations were left in the reddening bruise, and you found yourself leaving small pecks on each one, as Keeho brought his arms around you under the water.
How were you ever supposed to kill each other, when being alive together felt so good.
彡 – everything transpired after a single drunken mistake—you and your best friend getting inspired after watching: ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’ one friday night after midterm week had dragged on. except, you weren’t lara jean covey. and no one’s exactly a peter kavinsky in your life. all you’ve got is a last chance to retake your econ class for the second time, and an undeniably attractive guy as a project partner. a thought you wouldn’t express out loud. but what if he accidentally receives your drunk written love letter detailing just how much you thought of it so?
author's note: the way this thing had a billion revisions before reaching this stage... anyway, although i'm incredibly late TT i'm still very excited to share with you guys yet another jiung fic!! also, i can't forget to mention how amazing @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts are for hosting piwontober & bringing the p1ece community together♡ it's my first time joining these sort of events, and i had a lot of fun writing! + apologies for any typos! :(
word count: 7.9k
warnings: smut, blackmail, make up sex, face-sitting, seven minutes in heaven
comments are welcome♡ i'd love to hear your thoughts!
despite being drunk out of your mind to the point you've written that piece of tangible regret, you remember the same night all too well—the clock ticks past after hours as the mingling whiff of alcohol and a box of left over pizza hangs in the air. you were surprised you've managed to drag yourself all the way to the weekend, remnants of grueling exams left unspoken between you and your best friend whom you share a dorm room with. midterms weren't really worth mentioning when you could drown in gossip and delude about your hypothetical boyfriends.
from random guys in class, to boybands, and above all: celebrities in cheesy romcoms you've rewatched an abnormal amount. that certain night's choice was a classic between you and your best friend: 'to all the boys i've loved before.'
except, you weren't lara jean covey. and no one's exactly a peter kavinsky in your life. yet, hell breaks loose when you receive a text from choi jiung one fated morning that had you unleash a piercing shriek, and thankfully, had locked yourself in a stall at an empty bathroom in the middle of your university campus.
not like that makes things any better than they already are.
enclosed within the four cramped walls of the bathroom stall was a feeling you'd never forget—the continuous drip of the leaking faucet and silence amplified the thudding beat of your heart. the screen of your phone glowing faintly as you stare at the message you've left on read for the past five minutes: a photo jiung had sent of the letter you've written that certain night after getting wrongfully inspired from lara jean's dilemma. unfortunately detailing an exaggerated confession on your unfiltered thoughts of jiung being totally attractive. hot, even. a running commentary on everything you wouldn’t express out loud.
this fiasco would probably cost you a couple of months avoiding a bottle of soju, because how are you going to dodge yourself out of this one? especially when his follow up message adds further salt to the wound—the envelope clearly stating your full name and address in bold, inked letters.
the seconds stretch out as the cramped stall started feeling a bit stuffier, your shaky fingers hovering over the keyboard in contemplation. you’d normally block him and just fail the damn class if it were like any other instance, except… it was your last chance to retake this subject. you couldn’t afford another fuck up.
[9:07] jiung: this letter’s handwriting strangely matches the one on your notes
[9:09] jiung: before you try to deny anything
all you ever wanted at that moment was to strangle yourself... because a love letter so vulnerable like that has no place being in a pile of notes, and to be given to your partner for a class project. when you thought handing him the material would be the end of it (after being utterly sick of his self-centered work ethic), but the universe had plans otherwise.
[9:13] y/n: it wasn’t something you’re supposed to see
[9:14] jiung: but i did
[9:16] y/n: i was drunk, okay? can we please forget about it?
[9:18] jiung: and people say drunk words are sober thoughts
[9:20] y/n: do i look like i care about stupid bullshit like that rn
[9:22] jiung: oh
[9:22] jiung: so you don’t care if people other than me see this letter?
[9:23] y/n: what
[9:24] y/n: you can’t just use that against me??
[9:26] jiung: let’s see how well this thing means so much to you then
[9:27] y/n: ???
and when you thought you’d never see the pulsating, message bubble as he types as such a dreadful thing, your nerves suspended in the most excruciating minutes. 9:28, 9:29… 9:30...
[9:31] jiung: main library, 2pm, this friday. oct 13
that was, a distant week ago. you figured you should probably show up this time, all in the name of having the existence of the letter stay between the two of you. even if it meant having to deal with the growing habit of waking up in the middle of the night from the anxiety crawling upon your thoughts. until once and for all, the day came.
your feet felt rather heavier that day, dragging your mopey figure through the winding halls of the university. the halloween spirit on campus feeling far too suffocating, the orange and black streamers hanging from the ceilings a mere blur. other people were buzzing about the upcoming university halloween party at the end of the month, yet all you ever wished was that you were some random skull decor perched at a corner, undisturbed. and that you weren't nearing the doors to the main library, a sight that you loathed with your whole being.
and there he was, choi jiung. the guy wreaking havoc in your life. okay, well—maybe not that actively, but he's been a constant force you're trying to push toward the back of your mind ever since you made such a stupid mistake, to the point you don’t even know how you could redeem yourself.
“hey,”
“hey.” you're surprised you even managed to croak out a reply, finding yourself unable to maintain eye contact with him for more than two seconds–pathetically.
you were about to claim the seat in front of him before he raises a familiar envelope nestled within his fingers, and you wasted absolutely no time at the chance. snatching the thing with vigor just to rip it to smithereens, earning a few glares from other people in the library. you couldn't care less.
jiung lets out a laugh underneath his breath, adorably irritating so, as he watches fragments of the letter fall before him like confetti. you finally settled on a seat across him, and the further time dragged on, the more it seemed to prove your written letter right.
he was undeniably magnetic, from the way his clothes drape over his shoulders, his bangs framing his face with its stark black—the waft of his perfume despite the distance. your gaze can't help itself from shifting over to his fingers with every turn of a page, almost as if he was the perfect distraction.
and that tie sitting on his collar, really? what was his major again? you couldn't be bothered to muse over whether or not academia fashion was a staple for whatever program he was taking, especially when you couldn't blame him. 'cause he truly held a sort of charm that makes you wanna ravish him right then and there. that you had to remind yourself: time and place, his glasses beginning to lean crooked subtly to the side before his finger pushed it further up his nose bridge. ultimately turning back to you—who already had eyes on him, locked.
jiung speaks, faintly registered in your currently preoccupied head. honestly, the only qualm you carry against him is that he wants to get things done, his way. which is partly the reason why this partner project has gotten awry, his ego clashing a horrible amount with your stubbornness. guess not everyone can have it after all.
of course you had to have it figured out eventually. even if it had to cost you biting down your tongue from spewing possible scathing remarks with his every word. due to the fact that any moment you tried to challenge his ideas, he'd quote all the lines he could possibly remember from your embarrassing letter. and it was only the librarian's stare pinning you down from grabbing jiung by the hair out of annoyance, because the both of you were causing quite a bit of disturbance.
“you know, i can't deny that little love letter of yours was kinda cute.” he leans forward, loving the way your face morphs into irritation.
“cute? you think it's cute that i accidentally confessed about—” you caught yourself, clearing your throat before rolling your eyes at him. “i mean, whatever. just concentrate.”
“hey, hey. finish it. about what? your quote on quote, suppressed feelings for me?” god, you so badly wanted to slap that smirk out of his face.
you could only manage to groan, running a hand through your hair. “no! i mean my deep annoyance at your inability to take me seriously, to take this project seriously!”
“excuse me, could you keep it down? this is a library.” you immediately turn towards the librarian, clutching a hand over your mouth at the realization that you might've… raised your voice a little too loud.
“sorry,” you muttered, eyes fixated on your notes sprawled over the table. “we were just—”
“working very loudly?” the librarian cut you off, and the worst part is–jiung still had the audacity to look at you with much mischief in his eyes. and that stupid smirk. “if you can’t keep quiet, i'm kindly asking you to leave.”
and that was… the last of what you've heard once you began gathering your things out of embarrassment, jiung trailing behind you like a lost puppy as you pretend you don't even know who he is, walking towards the nearest exit.
maybe choi jiung really is a constant force in your life. despite the day at the library being the last time you’d spend with him until presentations came tomorrow, it felt as if he never really left your mind. constantly drifting like a cloud over your head, lingering. and you so desperately wanted to bury him as a distant memory. busying yourself with other major projects, going out with friends, and the main event that the everyone’s been buzzing about for weeks: the awaited university halloween party.
it worked to distract you for the most part, lost within the crowd sprawled over the expanse of the green field, now only a crackle of grass beneath your heels. lights flickered along with the thump of the music’s bass. you watched the collective silhouette of people dressed in costumes, either tipsy out of their mind or buzz undying. you’d probably be seen with a red cup full of alcohol in hand, if you hadn’t sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t be touching a bottle of soju until a few months time. remnants of your little disaster from not too long ago trying to haunt you.
and so you turned to the cold air nipping at your bare skin, which you have to thank your skimpy little black dress for. the racy outfit you’d put together in an excuse to dress up as a witch, seductively at that. you partly regret bringing your witch hat with you despite contemplating about it a while ago, having to deal with the thing repeatedly slipping over your eyes. making a simple task of opening your phone to a flood of text messages, a challenge. after a couple of foiled attempts, you managed to get the gist—and that your friends are waiting for you at some frat house to join an after party.
the main event endlessly unfolds despite midnight fastly approaching. dragging your feet towards the front part of the crowd where it pulsed with much more energy, hopefully making your way towards the right direction of the area near the frat house. the music echoed like it wanted you to stay for a while, lose yourself to the beat as you tried to keep your witch hat tilted upright. not until another drag of the hat back up had your eyes flickering towards the dj manning the booth. keeping the night alive as lights hung overhead, casting a glow behind his figure and perfectly accentuating his side profile. yet the more your gaze traced the curve of his nose, the tousle of his hair as he let himself move to the rhythm.
for a split second the lights confirmed your suspicion, except you didn’t want to say anything. say his name, his everything, crawling back to your mind. you’d even forgotten why you were trying to erase him from your thoughts. maybe, just maybe… it wouldn’t be too bad to keep your eyes rested on him this time around. and it wasn’t as if you could turn away if you tried regardless.
there was something about catching sight of this side of him you never knew he had. at that moment, it felt like it was only the both of you existing in a bubble of your own. there was quite a distance between his position at the makeshift stage and yours below; nevertheless, the sparkle within his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. and in that moment nothing else mattered, the difficulty of trying to tear your stare away from him weighing over you.
no, no, no. not again. not this time.
the after party at the frat house, right.
reality comes crashing in once more, blinking rapidly as you tried to bump your way through the crowd. glancing everywhere you could to seek refuge, any way out, somewhere. mind racing with a mantra, “forget him forget him forget about him,” suppressing everything you’ve ever thought of the moment you laid eyes on him. chalking it up to the fact that it was probably your unrequited feelings for him hitting you like a brick. but… it wasn’t like you were ever serious about him, weren’t you?
your feet felt heavy trying to keep him out of reach, away from the taunt of his presence. the further you tried to push through what seems to be the edge of the field had you jostled within the crowd, and it didn’t help the flashing lights began disorienting your vision. you hastily fish your phone out, scrolling for past messages to double check the location of the frat house. except you realized, you weren’t really sure where to go from here.
your chest tightens. trying to take in sharper breaths as the mass of people were closing in around you, trying to push more, yet was met with more resistance. the smell of alcohol and loud noise started swallowing you, panic rushing through your veins. this is bad. this is really really bad.
and all of a sudden you heard a faint call, your ears picking it up with its subtlety. it was a brief echo through the music, until you heard it once more.
“y/n! over here!”
you swiftly whip your head around to scan the blur of faces, pulse quickening—at last, your gaze landing on someone familiar.
“i’ve been looking for you for ages.” he pants, trying to catch his breath from approaching you through the tight crowd. yoon keeho, although clad in a rather comical vampire costume, brought you a sense of relief.
“you okay? you look…”
“yeah, i’m just…. i got a bit lost.” you admit, lacing your fingers through your hair after finally taking off your witch hat.
keeho lets out a laugh beneath his breath, earning a piercing glare from you before extending a hand out to point. “you’re better off at the after party with me, everyone else is here so… it isn’t too crowded there yet.”
you hum, clutching your purse before following as keeho steps towards the way out. “come on,”
and at that, the both of you slip away from the field with its chaos, music fading far beyond the distance.
within the frat house lingered the scent of alcohol from a previous round of beer pong. it was dimly lit, but you’ll know empty red cups are strewn around from its hollow crunch beneath accidental steps. the door trickled bit by bit with newcomers, the party outside eventually simmering down to a hum, occasionally cut with bursts of laughter and constant conversation. thank god keeho had found you.
yet that was a while ago. you couldn’t decipher the exact time but it seemed way past midnight. it was a stark contrast to the huddle of people buzzing in excitement, your figure amongst them in a circle on the floor. it was probably, what… like the third or fourth round of seven minutes in heaven? the poor closet door slams open to another couple exiting, far too all over each other than you’d like to witness.
it was like that for the past thirty minutes, having to sit through rounds of people shutting themselves within the closet as you were forced to hear thumps against the wall hear and there—and you’d rather not find out what had gone on. the soju bottle in the middle of your formed circle felt like a threat as it waits to be spun, yet you couldn’t manage to grasp out of the situation from keeho’s grip on your wrist.
“you’re not leaving until the bottle points to you.” his fingers tighten his hold, his other hand bringing a drink up to his lips.
"keeho, i don’t know these people!” you whisper-shouted, narrowing your brows at him.
and it wasn’t helping that it was proving especially difficult to take him seriously with the vampire get up he had on. "that’s the thrill about it? and when i thought you’ll live up to your words when you told me you’ll get out of your comfort zone right after high school.”
it was probably your over-ambitioned self talking back then. “we’re only juniors. we have plenty of time.”
"plenty of time? you only have a year, y/n”
you didn’t bother responding, yet he’s still trying his best to provoke a reaction out of you. “no one really stands out to me right now among these strangers if i’m going to be honest. but… maybe you’ll find someone that’s your type—”
"keeho, how many times do i have to tell you that i really don’t give a fuck about anyone else here right now.”
"yeah, that! fuck.” he drags the end of his sentence in such an overly teasing tone, flashing him a look like he just said something so outrageous, because indeed it was...
"mess around a little bit, you know. get frisky in that closet or something.”
"seven minutes isn’t enough for that.”
“yeah, you would know.”
you were on the verge of landing a smack over his shoulder when a chorus of gasps erupted, drawing your attention.
and just your luck, the bottle points to you.
all you could muster was a defeated sigh, waiting for the soju bottle to spin once more to select the stranger you’d be stuck with in that closet for an excruciating seven minutes. except it never came, and only a hand reaches out to snap you out of your thoughts.
“shall we?” oh. it was that same voice you wished you weren’t at all familiar with, looking above the shadow looming over you. akin to a moth towards a flame. and it’s just a matter of figuring out who’s who between the two of you.
choi jiung, wearing a smirk that tugged on his lips that you almost wanted to slap off him, like always. you did—well, slap his hand away from your face, rolling your eyes before rising and rushing towards the closet door as he follows.
you almost missed keeho’s words, “is that…” a comment faint in volume when he recalls the day you told him all about your ‘jiung fiasco’ during a phone call.
you drowned in silence inside the closet, not even bothering to turn the light on. figures slumped against the wooden walls across each other. you hugged your knees to your chest, hyper aware of how cramped the space was and your paralyzing fear of having your legs accidentally brush against his.
all you could hear was the frantic hammer of your heartbeat within your chest, sighing in relief that he couldn’t see the flush creeping over your expression. him, well… the most you could make out from the dimness was the stupid mask you hadn’t realized he put back on.
“take that damn ghostface mask off before i punch it out of your face.”
oh, and you regret saying that, 'cause he truly took the mask off, “as you wish.”
he looked so unbelievably hot. annoyingly disproportionate to his simple costume of black fabric draped over his figure, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders just right. along with his hair falling over his eyes and—no. not another monologue of being down bad. enough.
silence hung in the air once more, not like it ever left, but the noise from outside seemed to have drained away and all it was in the moment were you and jiung, paused.
"so, what’s up with… the situation lately?” he speaks up, breaking the silence.
"you know…” you find yourself trailing off, voice small.
"know what?"
“the letter,” you finished his sentence, fragility within your words. “i never meant for you to see it.”
"you’re mad because i found out about it? y/n it’s just a letter—”
"to you, jiung. for me it was my vulnerable thoughts out in the open. t-too personal.”
your voice began to break, the air feeling heavier by the minute. the absence of sound failed to muffle the thud within your pulse. further amplified when he rests his hand over yours perched atop your knee, his touch noticeably warm. you didn’t pull away.
"right, i’m sorry. i understand, i shouldn’t have said that.”
“it’s okay. it was a mistake of mine and—i kinda… made it feel weird between us because of that.” jiung’s lips part in search of words, though you couldn’t see. his fingers tried fiddling with yours, an attempt to ease your tentative tone.
"weird how?”
"you know, ‘cause…”
"hm?”
"shut up,” fuck. you weren’t supposed to let that slip out of your lips, far too affected from how effortlessly attractive he sounded from a single, minor hum. and he didn’t even mean for it to come across like that. “sorry i, just. i can’t face you right now.”
"take your time, y/n”
yet how can you think straight when he says your name like that? the softness his voice held, the gentle tone making your heart skip a beat without fail.
"i was just caught off guard when you… did the whole blackmail thing. i’d—i thought you would just laugh it off or whatever.” you scoff lightly.
"i wouldn’t ever mock you like that. i mean, i kinda did… joke around with you at the library but! i meant it, lightheartedly.”
"mhm.” his fingers remain fidgeting with yours, your eyes drifting downwards. “i just, wanted some space. it was humiliating for me, okay?”
and then it hit jiung with a click. he might’ve went too far with the whole blackmail thing. “i get that. i never meant for you to feel that way, i just… wanted a chance to talk to you further. and spend maybe... a bit more time together.” he clarified, eventually lacing his fingers with yours, closely.
"but deep down i kinda knew you wouldn’t like, rat me out to whoever. it’s part of why i came to like you—sorry i… i know you don’t like me back and i keep talking about my feelings for you and—”
"i never said i didn’t like you back.”
"huh?”
"tell me, when did i ever tell you i don’t like you?”
the question looped within your mind. except all that there ever was is a cloud of uncertainty, his intentions slipping through your grasp like sand. what does he even mean?
"jiung, you’re confusing me.”
then all of a sudden you watch as he bursts into laughter, and you hastily grab his ghostface mask from a corner to playfully smack it against his head.
"you’re so unbelievably dense.”
you click your tongue, shoulders slumping in defeat. "it’s always been a problem of mine, i just don’t know how to handle my feelings.”
the next few words came out almost in a whisper, despite feeling your most vulnerable. “it’s probably why i… don’t have much experience with… this kinda stuff, unlike my friends.”
his fingers ceased playing with yours, now taking both of your hands in his, enveloped around yours like it were meant to be like that. warm.
“you don’t have to deal with this alone, y/n”
the moment wound down once more at the silence that fell.
"okay, look. i’ll just say it once and for all.” his tone is firm, almost commanding you to lift your gaze up at him. “i really, really like you. and i want to be with you. can we start over? please?”
you didn’t know what to respond at that instance. held frozen in place, but the rush of emotion through your nerves acted otherwise. all at once, it came washing over you like a wave.
"jiung?” you call out to him, as there goes another one of his hums. “you mean it?”
"of course i do.” he’s kneeling before you now, so damn close, it felt like your heart’s going to jump out of your chest. your pulse picks up, racing, as his other hand remains interlocked with yours and the other sneaks to caress your cheek.
jiung’s inching closer with every passing second, the air thick with anticipation as if it wasn’t already so stuffy from the cramped space. your eyes flutter shut while the only thing you could sense is the warmth of his breath against your lips. tilting your head subtly to the side, was that how they did it in the romcoms? failing to realize that you’re beginning to clutch his hand in yours harder that—“seven minutes is up!”
the closet door swings open without warning, your hands flying to push jiung away as his back meets the wall with a slight thud, watching the light stream into the cramped space. all over too soon.
yet it was just the catalyst to your eager desire; unable to take your hands off each other the moment you stepped foot outside of the closet. more like it was jiung getting rather handsy, his palm warm over the small of your back. even unabashedly pulling you closer to his side once you sink back down with the rest of the huddled group playing seven minutes. you’ve no reason to stay here anymore.
it came fleeting rather quickly, one moment he had you by the hand out of the door to that damned frat house, traversing through the empty, wasted field and towards the direction of the university dormitories. from the slightest ounce of privacy that touched your fingertips, you started yearning for more. as you reached the floor to your room, jiung wastes no time trapping you against the corridor wall, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“can i?” he mumbles against your skin, rather sensitive. and you would think he’s incapable of holding back a little kiss during the heat of the moment. except he still asks, lips beginning to ghost over you, bare.
"you don’t look like you could wait for—hngh, anything else.” you struggle underneath his grip, his hands fastening your wrists against the wall as he pushes against you impossibly closer. “i wanna hear you say yes.”
he follows, trailing further up that his nose subtly bumps on your cheek. you feel like you’re turning insane, the more time dragged on and he keeps holding back.
“please jiung, want you all over me…” you whine, a bit more when he finally presses a soft kiss over your flushed cheeks. he looked irresistible, pulling away to stare down at you with his eyes; glossed with hunger.
“even better.” and this time he inches closer once more, his lips hovering over yours tentatively, waiting for you to bridge the gap. and so you did, kissing him back with as much fervor. completely forgetting about the fact that this was the first time you’ve properly made out with someone, and you weren’t even quite sure if you’re doing it right.
it were as if jiung had a sort of sixth-sense, holding you gently by your jaw as your lips weave into a searing kiss, wet by the second as his tongue peeks out. sliding over your bottom lip. “i got you, relax.” he utters, the rumble of his voice traveling straight to your core.
jiung pulls away for a brief moment of oxygen, crashing his lips back to yours. sliding his tongue into your mouth this time ‘round, and you melt against him—weak in the knees as he rolls his wet muscle sinfully against yours.
“can’t get enough of you already,” it was a mystery how he manages to slip a few words here and there, from your pathetic state struggling to keep up with his desperate pace. proving truth to his words when the swirl of his tongue was followed by suckling on your own, that all you could do was mewl, you poor little thing.
it was dangerously risqué, anyone could simply walk into the sight of your sorry state, falling apart fully if it weren’t for jiung holding you up. keeping you upright despite the evident wobble in your knees as he continued to ravage you wantonly, done with his assault on your tongue that he’s moved to subtly bite on your bottom lip, bruised.
"mhmm.” you shudder, swallowing in a moan when he turns to the shell of your ear instead, tracing it sensitive, his spit cold once the air hit. and so he sucks, like he obsessively does, feeling every gentle flick of his tongue rush straight to your core.
you’re already so embarrassingly wet despite still being fully clothed, and his hands had done nothing but to remain over your cheek all this time. his nails raked against the thin fabric of your skimpy dress, mind turned to mush as the only thought you could render was that he needed to touch you right now. futher, more… more than you could ever fathom to beg for him out in the open.
“jiung…” you whimper, right against his ear. feeling his pants get uncomfortably tight that he just has to redirect his energy into smothering you, littering wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses on the expanse of your sensitive neck.
“yes baby?” it took him quite a while to respond, the petname sending a flutter in your chest. he tries to hold himself back before he began to litter nibbles over your skin.
his fingertips are a prickle over your body, finding yourself struggling to respond. mind blank, and you couldn’t even remember why you called out to him in the first place.
“mhmm,”
"you’re already so, horny. aren’t you?”
he’s met yet another smack to the shoulder, probably the nth time from yours this evening.
"don’t say it like that!” you tried leaning impossibly closer, your tone much less than a whisper.
nonetheless, jiung’s brain was equally as foggy, the impact of your hit disregarded. from his point of view, it was unbeknownst that your mind was swirling with how to break the looming silence. the only thing that had his attention in a headlock was the intoxicating sight of you, looking up at him, eyes glossed over in feral desire
your lips adorably bruised, proud of his insatiable work from earlier. your cheeks flushed and brows frustratingly knitted together. it was as if you’re wordlessly begging for him to kneel before you. in fact he would, right at the first syllable of anything you’d utter. and right past that was a sight behold, the swell of your breast, cleavage peeking underneath your outfit.
fuck, he needs you, mind driven towards delirium from his longing to touch. within the warmth from the palm of his hand, undoubtedly even better if he had his mouth on them, loving it wet. he needed you. so. so. badly.
"did you drink?” your voice was delicate, snapping him out of his trance.
“no.” and he was saying the truth. no sip of alcohol carried the same effect of his drunken want over your everything.
this time you took initiative, interlocking fingers with his as you dragged him towards your dorm room. every step you took in the hall felt electric, finding yourself fumbling with the key through the door as jiung’s hand teasingly dips past your waist.
at last pulling him inside, closing the door with a slam as you resume ravishing each other’s lips. you’re too dizzy at this point, his forehead pressing against yours as tries to keep you close. and with every step backwards goes a wet peck, bodies trailing toward your bed until your legs hit the edge.
and so he pushes you, gently, attempting to hold yourself up with your elbows toward the headboard. not until jiung grabs you by your thighs, nails digging over the plush—from that he abruptly yanks you back toward him and earns a surprised mewl.
“don’t go anywhere.”
“jiung, ‘m not.” yet he doesn’t answer anymore, resting his arms on either side of your head. you’ll never catch him without his lips on you, searching, sucking less than harshly that he might as well leave a mark. every nibble and flick of his tongue had you writhing beneath, and you couldn’t help but spread your legs open. hoping he’d take the hint.
he’s turning you breathless, with every press of his lips over your skin igniting such flame in your tummy.
“touch me jiung, please,” you finally cry out, driven crazy when your cunt’s clenching around nothing, wet yet untouched.
“where baby?” jiung rises from busying himself with your neck, only realizing just how much effect he had on you now that he’s gotten a proper view.
you lay there, helpless beneath his figure with your hair disheveled. lips parted from panting, chest heaving up and down.
“here,” you replied, out of breath. turning your head to the side abashed, that you couldn’t even grasp the fact that you’d reach this point. jiung meets your hands, letting you guide his hold toward your clothed breasts.
he couldn’t help a subtle smile tug on his lips, “you’re so damn cute,” jiung teases, swiftly pressing a kiss on your exposed cheek. “i’ll make you feel good, alright?”
please, you’d probably whine out, if you weren’t wallowing so much in the shame of drawing his touch right over your breasts. even so, he’s eager to pry you apart, relishing in the fact that despite your inexperience, you still push through, for him—communicating what you truly wanted.
and it left him with the inclination to fulfill it.
jiung groped your sensitive mounds through the fabric, turning your breathing ragged by the minute. god, you’re already so sensitive, and with every fleeting touch of his hands against your breasts, went to travel straight down to your cunt. sopping wet as you pushed your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the sticky feeling of your panties. proving useless. he then slips his fingers beneath the edge of your dress, thankfully strapless. right atop your chest, pulling it down until he’s met with the sight of your lacey little bra. “pretty,”
and yet he doesn’t show a single trace of rush carried in his actions, feeling you up to build the thrill, groping. “jiung...” you beg, reaching out to his wrist.
“patience,” he sounded curt, but the way he gently fondles your clothed breasts said otherwise.
right when he’s dragged as much of your dress down as he can, jiung catches you off guard—promptly sliding his hands beneath your bra that had your breath hitching. the warmth of his palms flush against your nipples, already perky, yearning for his touch.
jiung just has you pliant beneath him as the vulgar scene unfolds, tenderly groping, fondling your tits along with occasional pinches to your sensitive buds and making you mewl without fail. turns him on so so much, seeing you exposed so adorably that you had let go of all sense left within your body.
it didn’t take too long for him to come to a point, he couldn’t help himself anymore. the erotic sight of your desperate state rutting your clothed cunny up against his torso, helplessly. jiung finally hikes your bra up, your breasts spilling out of a fabric in such a way he can’t resist salivating over your vulnerable image.
and so he wastes no time. if you weren’t so lost within such a sensual trance that had your eyes fixated on the ceiling, you might’ve gotten the chance to catch jiung’s expression, his eyes completely glazed over. hungrily, he encloses his lips around your nipple, the warm wetness of his tongue swirling and flicking against the bud with abandon.
you swore your cunt begins to clench around nothing as he continued his work on you, skin erupting in goosebumps as he relentlessly sucks on the bud; lewd sounds filling the expanse of your dorm room. he doesn’t let your other breast get neglected, fondling its plush with the sporadic flick of his thumb over the bud over and over. ultimately urging you to hump against him suffocated in lust that’s taken over your whole being.
“ahh… jiung—” all you could manage to sputter out were pathetic whimpers, head thrown back as you sink into the mattress. his actions were a medley of flicking his hot tongue on to the other bud, switching, towards rapid kitten licks with his lips fully enclosed around it. eventually withdrawing with a short pop from the messy slick of his drool. once more diving back in to continue his feral abuse on your sensitive nipple. “feeling good?”
and you couldn’t even manage to choke out a reply even if you wanted to, drowning in suffocating desire. jiung pulls away, the hunger in him still begging to get satiated, his cock hard in his pants. a string of spit between your bud and his lip, glistening as it snapped.
anticipation overtakes you once more as he gently pushes your breasts together, flushed before craning back in to tongue over your swollen nipples, moving his head side to side in a frenzy. and you’re just so far gone, the warmth of his tongue licking over your buds with each turn. your already helpless state reduced to a mess, only able to splutter out hoarse moans. and he hasn’t even touched your needy cunt yet.
you had to pry him away from you, it was enough—more than enough before jiung manages to drive you towards an orgasm from merely stimulating your tits, having enough of embarrassing yourself in front of him. you’re not about to cum this early on, clothes barely taken off. you entwine your fingers through his hair, and just when he lets you breathe does he really see what he’s made of you.
sure, he looked disheveled as well, spit by the side of his lip. except you’re far worse, legs trembling from the growing wetness from your center, eyes lidded in a struggle to keep them open. blissed out of your mind and still, all you’ve ever wanted to see was jiung ravaging you like an animal.
“wanna take this all off, jiung…” he’s watchful, hooked on your voice that’s starting to turn a pitch higher than before.
“want more,”
lust bubbles within his chest, listening as you wish despite your struggle finishing sentences out of daze. “want to feel good with you,” your fingers try to reach beyond jiung’s chest, not making it far down but hoping he’d take the hint. swearing that the further you went without relief from your uncomfortable, sticky panties, the more you’ll spiral insane.
you began pulling the rest of your dress down in a hurry when jiung stops you. meeting your eyes glossed over as if you’re on the verge of tearing up from the pleasure, quite so. flashing him a puzzled look.
“i don’t have a condom with me.” he finally brings it up, fingers slowly tracing the curve of your wrist.
“me too…” you replied, sullen. jiung feeling guilty from discreetly thinking you looked adorable from the pout on your face.
at that moment you saw the instantaneous spark of idea carried in his eyes. any other day, you’d probably shoot him a glare, but now you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. especially when he’s had you wrapped around his finger, vulnerable and exposed, feeling your nerves ignite from the tension.
“you can sit on my face baby.”
“what?”
“sit on my face.”
he repeats it so matter-of-factly that it left you completely speechless, in a struggle to find the right words in response.
“jiung, i– it’s my first time and—”
“i know” his tone is reassuring, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “and i want you to know that i got you.” you could only conjure a feeble whine. ‘cause what does he mean with the fact that the two of you were just bickering a few weeks ago, and now he wants you to smother his face with your cunt.
“think of it as payback.” he spoke, his voice holding a honeyed warmth.
“use me however you want, after all, i’ve caused you enough problems with that letter.”
well, it was the last you’ve coherently heard of him that night. especially when everything he tried to say came out muffled while he’s got quite literally a mouthful of your dripping pussy. the lewd scene unfolds within the privacy of your dorm room, relieved that your roommate hadn’t decided to return yet. and if you could still recall whether or not these walls were soundproof.
everything that unraveled was such a filthy sight. your black dress, bra, and panties with it’s notable patch of your arousal on the fabric—discarded in a pile somewhere on the floor. it was the least of your worries when you’re currently sitting snug over jiung’s face, cunny rubbing against his wet, warm tongue that had your knuckles clenched and holding onto the headboard for dear life.
making sense of how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this position, taking into account that it’s your first time delving into anything frisky. however, you were running on nothing else but raging horniness, maintaining your desperate rhythm as you ride his face. grinding your hips in haste, folds slick as you use his tongue to get off. just so damn erotic.
it was truly pushing you towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit. his tongue sliding in and out of your pulsing hole, lightning fast. slick kitten licking against your clit over and over, when it isn’t the tip of his nose bumping on your pleasured, swollen bud.
fuck, it was a far more tantalizing sight as you turned to look behind you. through your lashes, watching jiung’s obscene state—his pants dragged down, jerking himself off, fast. his hand gripping his cock just right, up and down, wishing it was your pulsing cunt squeezing his shaft right now.
he made it a point, the next time he gets to ravage you senseless, you’d be crying out having enough of his cock plowing into your hole.
now it was just you you you, using him like he insisted you did.
jiung begins to amp it up, eager to send you towards your high. his tongue simultaneously slipping in and out of your hole before dragging back up, flattened to flick at your clit—god, it felt insatiably good, the pace in which you roll your hips on his face grew faltered. thighs turning wobbly as you neared your climax.
“hahh—fuckkk… jiung, you… you make me feel so good,” you pant, breathlessly fucking yourself on his tongue.
the best he could do was to hum in reply, against your clit, the vibration feeling insanely good as it travels straight to your core. his other hand grips harshly on the plush of your thigh, nails raking over the skin. almost forming crescents, vulgar and indecent, yet it all felt too pleasurable.
“i’m close, ‘m so, so close~” you whine out, your tangled fingers in his hair tightening. earning another moan that vibrated over your swollen, needy clit. your other hand struggling to keep leverage on to the headboard.
at this point you’re far too deep in pleasure, desperate to cum as you chase your high. turning crazy from how it felt so so good to ride his face, tongue working you toward it, the squelch of your sticky arousal dripping down his chin. more, more, moreee—rolling your hips over his face like you’re in such a rut, and it seems to be the case.
suddenly—you trembled, writhing in convulse as it came crashing over you like a wave. a particular bump of the tip of his nose against your clit before his relentless suckling pushed you teetering toward the edge. and he so desperately wanted to cum with you at the same time, stroking his cock faster. collecting part of your slick dripping down his chin to wet his shaft. jiung feels your cunt begin to gush, his nails digging deeper crescents into the plush of your thigh because you visibly couldn't handle the shake of your knees from the pleasure. his tongue, never ceasing to flick and flatten as he drags it on to your clit. over and over, lapping up your sticky cum.
“ahh–mhmh, jiung~!” you tug on his hair, fingers laced as you tried to squirm away from his grip. “no more!” yet he's making it difficult for you to do so, both of his arms locking your thighs in place as he began his endless ordeal of licking up your release. s'too much, too much–yet felt too fucking good, rendering you overstimulated out of your mind, merciless.
and when you've finally freed yourself from his grip, you stumbled back on to your mattress, disoriented. it was a blur, feeling yourself momentarily lose balance, suddenly collapsing onto the sheets. jiung immediately rose to his elbows, reaching toward you despite his voice beginning to sound like a distant muffle. concern was greatly etched across his face, “y/n are you okay?” you hear him, and yet it resounded like a distant echo, seeing his concerned expression the last few seconds before your vision slips into darkness.
his composure falters at that instant. had he pushed you too hard? he gazed down on your figure, laying there seemingly peaceful despite your exhaustion. once again you're vulnerable beneath his eyes. to him, jiung takes it as another chance to take care of you, his eyes tracing every outline of your features. and the gentle heaving of your chest that reminded him that he has to prove you that you can trust him.
“tired... ung, i'm okay,” you manage to mumble, and he releases a sigh of relief. almost moving to touch you before he realizes that he's… made quite a mess of his own as well. making a quick trip to the bathroom to clean himself up, stumbling upon bits of your clothes strewn over the floor.
he found you alrewdy fast asleep when he came back. making it a point in his head to go easy on you next time–he wouldn't admit, but the way panic surged through his nerves once you collapsed got him shaken. but in a few minutes he's gotten you into your matching pajamas, tucked underneath a blanket as he slides beside you. he holds your body close to his chest, “night baby,” you couldn't hear him; nonetheless, he still wanted to whisper to you sweet, pressing chaste kisses atop your head.
jiung turns to your bedside table, almost reaching out to turn off your lampshade when he stops to see an abnormally neon yellow sticky note stuck on the wall above that read in bold ink: ‘presentation monday morning’
the presentation.
oh god, you both have to do the presentation tomorrow at 8am.
jongseob x fem!reader. wc: 1k. fluff, suggestive. warnings: mentions of alcohol, cigarettes and drug use. reader is the same age as intak. intak mentioned. synopsis: seob pines for you like a desperate pup.
♩: do or die - dpr cream
jongseob thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes upon. from the way you smile to the air of cool-headedness you exude with every breath you take to the way your body gently rocks to the rhythmic synth of the deafening edm hits—jongseob is enamoured. captured wholly by the intoxicating tuberose that bounces off your hair with every toss and turn of your pretty little head. your pretty little face that sets his heart in disarray with every eye contact you make from the crowded dance floor. eyes seemingly taunting his; an invitation?
“just fucking go up there and kiss her already,” intak slurs, downing a fifth shot of whatever blue liquor he just swallowed—curacao and tequila? gross.
jongseob smirks, staring longingly into the sea of bodies. “it’s not what you think.”
you're too perfect.
from his left, a giggly jiung leaps from the booth and makes a dash towards the dancefloor. soul joins him, but not before knocking over two bottles of half-drunken peach-flavoured soju off the table on his way out. this triggers a distressed yell from keeho. “hey, watch it—soul, come back! you’re drunk!”
jongseob watches closely as his two friends join you and your girlfriend on the dancefloor, bodies bouncing to the electro-pop bass, your laughter merging as one with the music. crazy, he thinks, how much he wants to whisk you away right then and there and tell you how achingly tight his chest feels watching you dance the night away with another man who isn’t him. how fucking lightheaded your presence makes him feel. how much he wants you and only you.
“i don’t understand why you can’t just go up to her and tell her how you feel,” keeho says, leaning back into the plush velvet of the booth that he paid five grand for in honour of theo’s birthday. “worst case scenario, she rejects you. that’s it. move on. life goes on.”
“word,” theo mutters. jongseob can’t tell if he’s serious or just high off his head.
“give me that.” keeho snatches jongseob’s drink from his hand. “go.” he motions the dancefloor.
jongseob stares at the older man in disbelief, words caught in his throat. “i can’t—”
“yes, you fucking can,” intak blurts. “‘cause if you don’t, i’ll make her mine by the end of the night.”
jongseob glares.
“what,” intak smirks, “you think you’re the only one?”
jongseob feels his stomach sink in rage. of course. how fucking gullible of him. you were friends with intak long before he introduced you to rest of the boys just over a year ago at a college fair. the first time he met you, he saw stars. not in your eyes but in the entirety of you. you glowed ever so mesmerisingly and even more so when you smiled and said ‘hi’. so soft, so faint—your voice. you smelled like the dawn in spring. it irked him how close you are with intak; it irked him even more that he’s younger than you. a part of him knows it’s stupid to factor in your age gap of two years, but a part of him can't help but feel he can never stand a chance for your hand, let alone your heart. not when intak is the competition.
jongseob gets up and leaves the table. he slides a hand in the back pocket of his jeans, fingers fumbling for his lighter and a cigarette but before he could pull neither out, a force knocks the air out of chest and he's eye to eye with you. your skin glistens in a thin layer of sweat, your white tank top hugs your body in just the right places, lacy bralette peaking out from the neckline.
"hey, pretty boy." a silly grin graces your lips, "come dance with me!"
you pull him into the crowd, your bodies moving along to the music but jongseob is quiet. his eyes stare into yours with a kind of intensity that makes you wither. and you would've if not for his arm around your waist, holding you upright. the harsh denim of his acid-wash baggy jeans brushes against your bare thighs with every sway of your hips as he slowly manoeuvres your bodies through the crowd and into a shadows of a quieter hallway where the heavy bass becomes distant echoes. the stinging coldness of his silver rings against your bare back sends ripples up your spine. under the glowering red lights, you spot his bridge piercing from beneath the blonde strands of his straight, tousled hair; two silver studs between his eyes, matching the one on his lower lip.
you force yourself to look away.
head hazy. you can't think. maybe it's the music, or the little line you did earlier with intak in the men's bathroom. but it can't be, he swore it's uncut.
"having fun, angel?" jongseob mutters against your ear, pulling your body to his.
maybe it's seob.
"hmm," you slur, smiling up at him, arms around his neck, "you miss me, seobie?"
jongseob shudders at your touch, eyes half-closing, addicted to the way his name rolls off your tongue ever so endearingly. so what if he does? so what if he's possessive. so what if he's crazy for wanting you all to himself. at least he's true. and god knows he'd kill for you. can intak?
you run your finger ever so gently along his lips, feeling the coldness of his lip piercing against your touch. the world around you fades into nothingness when seob leans down and kisses you. and kisses you. and kisses you. you finally give in to his touch as he drinks your moans like it's water, fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he deepens the kiss, pushing you roughly against the stone cold wall. skirt hiked up, hair a fucking mess. fuck, fuck fuck. you really can't think now. seob smirks, lazily dragging his kiss along your jawline and down your neck. "say you don't love him," he murmurs lowly against your skin, breath hot and heavy against your neck. "say it."
you're puzzled, still drunk from his touch, "seob, i–"
"tell me i'm yours," seob reiterates, this time almost pleadingly, eyes pining and desperate as they probe yours for validation.
you connect your lips with his, basking in the scent of warm vetiver that clings to his skin; earthy and floral. your heart is his. "you're mine, baby boy."
✧ summary: your boyfriend, intak, gets an ad for collars on his phone. so he shows you - and then chaos ensues.
✧ genre: established relationship, fluff, tiny bit of angst (barely, i promise this is a happy fic), smut (almost pwp basically)
✧ rating: 18+ (mdni!)
✧ word count: ~4.6k
✧ content warnings: intak in a collar is the biggest warning tbh, dirty talk, mild hair pulling, mentions or marking/biting, oral (m receiving), unsafe sex
a/n: hi!! this is my first fic i've ever written for piwon - hopefully i do them justice! i haven't written properly in 2 or 3 years so i'm probably still a little rusty. i'm also writing for day 29 of piwontober 24' for keeho, so please look forward to that.
posting this for my bestie @leepace - the biggest intak lover i know. and special thanks to the besties @sunflowerseob and @strawberry-seob - the unhingedness in our gc keeps me going 🥰
if you read this: thank you so much! i hope you enjoy it~
So: your boyfriend in a collar. It started out as a joke. It really, truly did.
Intak showed you an ad that had come up on his phone one day while you were both just chilling in his room and that was all you needed for the gears to start turning.
“Baby, check this out! It’s a choker and it looks cool.” Intak eagerly shoved the phone into your hands so you could get a better look.
Sure enough, there was a choker on the screen. Intak was pretty fond of wearing items that accentuated his neck (and you were definitely not one to complain when he did). But this piece wasn’t exactly a choker.
“Takkie,” you started, pulling your boyfriend’s attention back to your face. “This isn’t a choker.”
His brows furrowed. “It’s not?”
“Nope - it’s actually a collar.”
The way his eyebrows shot up would have been comical if it wasn’t so endearingly. “O-Oh, right. Well that’s still cool!”
You laughed. “You into collars now, sweetie?”
Intak pretended to look perturbed. “I might be - so what if I am”?
“Well all I’d have to say to that is,” you placed your index finger along his jawline and slowly traced it down his neck. Intak gulped as you leaned closer.
“I can’t wait to find the perfect one for your pretty little neck.”
Intak’s face flushed faster than you’d ever seen it, and instead of responding he simply just tackled you to where he was hovering over you on the bed, you giggling the entire time.
You tucked that useful piece of information away in your mind and the day finally came: your package arrived.
You had it delivered to your house; even though you stayed mostly with Intak, you didn’t want to risk him seeing it beforehand. Once you opened the box, you noticed immediately how the package was much more intricate than you’d expected.
The item was encased in a velvet box, and when you opened it you let out a little gasp yourself. Intak was going to look divine in this, you called it right then.
The collar you had decided on wasn’t one like the leather piece Intak saw in that ad. You’d instead found a chain collar with a heart at each end - one of those that when you pulled on one end it got tighter. Intak always looked so good in chains so once you saw this in your search online you were a goner.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, prompting you to repackage the collar and place it in your bag. Intak was calling to see when you’d be stopping by.
“Hey, I’m leaving my place right now! See you soon.” You quickly answered him and left your house, feeling like you could barely contain your excitement during the entire drive to his place.
The night started out like most other ones tended to: dinner, a movie, and then some messing around that more often than not led to more. Before you could get too far, you remembered what was still waiting in your bag.
“Mm- wait,” you mumbled against Intak’s lips. He had just started to lay you back on the bed, hands wandering as they always did. He placed his hand on one of your hips where your shirt had started to ride up, rubbing softly while he waited for you to continue.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
You smiled and gave him another quick kiss. “I forgot I brought something with me. Can I go grab it?”
“Yeah, sure… what is it, though?”
You giggled as you shimmied out from underneath him. “You’ll see in a second.”
As calm as you hoped you appeared, your heart was racing a mile a minute. Intak knew you had somewhat of a… fixation with his neck. You’d dabbled in seeing where his limits lied in the past: leaving marks, biting, even the occasional - but always very careful - breathplay.
Intak was usually down to try anything you wanted, as you also were with him, and if one of you didn’t want to do something then it wouldn’t happen, no questions asked. Even still, you were nervous about what his reaction might be when he finally saw the collar.
The collar you had specially picked out for him. The collar that you would hopefully see around his neck soon - given that he wanted to try as well.
Intak was sitting up now, one leg crossed underneath him while he waited on you to come back. He raised a curious eyebrow once he saw the box in your hand but he didn’t say anything until you were sitting in front of him again.
“Ya know, out of all the things I was expecting you to pull out, a box wasn’t one of them.”
You playfully shoved his shoulder, watching his smile grow wider as he looked at you with so much fondness you could burst.
“It’s what’s inside the box, sweetie.”
“Love the emphasis you put on ‘inside’ there-” he tried to tease you again. You groaned but the smile on your face wasn’t going anywhere.
“Takkie, please just open the box.”
“Fiiiine, but only because you said please and you know how much I love to hear it.” Intak touched the tip of your nose as he finished talking, flustering you even more now.
You watched Intak open the box and peer inside, not daring to breathe while he did so. His face was first showing a hint of confusion before it shifted into curiosity once again. He held up the chain and let it dangle between his fingers. The chain hadn’t been secured with the ends yet, so it simply looked like a normal chain. He almost looked entranced while he watched the light glint off of the silver links.
He placed one end of the chain in one hand and tugged on it with the other some before speaking. “This is a really good, thick material. What made you want to get a new necklace?”
Oh, how you loved your sweet, naive boyfriend.
He pulled on it harder, seemingly impressed. “No, seriously, this is like good shit. You’re gonna look so pretty in this, baby.”
You almost didn’t want to burst his bubble but you knew if you didn’t tell him now you may never have the courage to again.
“Thank you but it’s, uh- it’s not for me.”
Intak’s eyebrows raised again; bless that man and his expressiveness, it was one of your favorite traits about him.
“It’s for me?” He pointed to himself as he asked. Your heart ached at the cuteness as you nodded.
“Oh, thank you! I do love chains - it’s not exactly my style but since it’s from you I already love it.” Intak leaned forward to give you a kiss, one that had you giggling against his lips.
“What made you want to get me a necklace, though? It’s not my birthday and it’s not an important day for us-” Intak cut himself off as he looked mildly panicked “unless it is and I forgot, fuck, one second.”
Before Intak could dive over to the other side of the bed and grab his phone, you stopped him by wrapping your arms around him.
“Baby, hang on a minute,” you were laughing, feeling as he became less tense at your touch. You were always so happy that you had that effect on him. “It’s not a necklace.”
“It’s not?”
An almost identical conversation to the one you’d both had weeks ago when this idea planted itself in your head and refused to leave. It took root and grew into something that culminated in you researching collars for your pretty boyfriend and, well, here you were now.
“It’s not - it’s actually a collar.”
Intak dropped the chain altogether as he looked at you.
“You’re fucking with me, right?”
You couldn’t tell from his tone at first how he felt and you started to wonder if you’d maybe made a mistake.
“I-I’m not. I really did get you one- but if you don’t want it, that’s totally ok! We can just forget it ever happened and-”
Intak stopped your rambling by picking the chain up again and placing it in one of your hands. You looked from the chain to his face and, to your relief, he was smiling. Hell, you’d even go so far as to say he was grinning, like he really wanted this.
“I was just surprised, is all. I love it,” he sounded a little more shy than you were used to when it came to him taking a more submissive role. “I don’t know how the fuck to use it, but - you can teach me, yeah?”
You let out a shaky breath, not realizing until then how all this was really affecting you.
“Of course I can, sweetie. Do you- do you want me to put it on you?”
“Please.”
That one word started a fire in you that spread throughout your whole body. It got even worse when Intak suddenly stripped himself of his shirt.
“Sorry, wouldn’t want it to, uh, get caught or anything. At least not on that,” he nodded to the shirt he’d just thrown on the floor. His words didn’t go unnoticed by you and you started to think that maybe he was really looking forward to trying this, too.
You placed the collar around his neck before you chickened out, pulling one end through the loop of the other and letting it fall against his chest once you were done. He looked down at the chain and tugged on the 2 hearts that were now entwined.
“Kinda like us if you think about it, huh?” He gave you a dazzling smile and dear god you were so far gone for this man-
You couldn’t help it anymore as you lunged forward, kissing Intak before he could say anything else to rattle your nerves and turn your brain to mush. You could feel the laughter rumbling through his chest as he held you against him.
“You good?” That was your check in phrase. You had leaned back some to where you were comfortably straddling him and placed your arms around his neck, softly playing with tufts of his hair that you could feel.
“I’m great,” he responded, placing his hands on your hips to stabilize you both. You both had key words you’d established when you were still exploring what you wanted to try earlier on in the relationship, and that was his way of letting you know he was ready.
You pushed Intak to where he was fully laying down, getting more comfortable in his lap. You trailed a hand down his chest and stomach, relishing in the shudder you got from him. You could already feel him getting hard in his shorts and you’d barely just started yet.
“Gonna show me how this works now, or what?” So Intak was choosing to be a brat today.
“I will…if you behave.” You started to tug on one of the hearts, eyes focused on the chain as it started to slide. Intak’s breath hitched.
“I think I can- I can do that.” Intak swallowed audibly, staring at the end of the chain you held in your hand.
Ok maybe he decided against being a brat tonight. Rewarding him, you pulled the chain tighter, just enough until it was almost touching his neck. His eyes widened as he finally understood how it worked.
“Good boy,” you leaned forward to where your face hovered above his. Intak let out a whine, subtly moving his hips. “How does it feel?”
Intak’s body was warm and the chain had to be cold. He didn’t seem to mind it much, but still, you were big on checking on his comfortability.
“Feels-feels nice,” Intak responded but looked like he was struggling to get the words out. Breathing heavy, pupils blown. He already looked fucked out.
His next request took your breath away.
“Can you…can you make it tighter?”
You placed a light kiss on his lips as you granted his wish, pulling the chain to where it was now snug against his neck. Intak moaned into your mouth, and when you pulled away you saw him with his eyes closed and brows upturned. When he opened them again, his eyes were half-lidded, full of a desire that mirrored your own.
“Fuck.” He spoke softly, almost like the word came out without his permission. His grip on your hips was almost bruising.
Another gentle tug had his hands pulling at the edge of your shirt instead as he tried not to squirm. “Off. Please.”
You didn’t want to tease the boy too much, at least not to start with. You pulled back to discard your shirt and immediately Intak was on you.
He sat up, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer. Since you’d dropped the chain, the collar had loosened some with his movement. His mouth found your neck and he started trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. His hands splayed out against your back, once again gripping you like he was afraid to let you go.
You could feel the coolness of the chain against your own skin now, making you shiver in his hold. Intak responded by grinding up against you, biting right above your collarbone. You let out a gasp, hands flying to his hair to hold him there.
“Need you,” he mumbled the words against your skin. “Want you.”
Note to self: collaring Intak made him much more needy. You were thrilled to learn this and would absolutely use it to your advantage.
“You have me, baby,” you tilted his chin up so he would look at you. His lips were split-slick, shiny as his tongue darted out to lick them.
“Or did you want something else? I can’t read your mind, you know.” Your voice held the smallest hint of derision, another sign that you were slipping into your own persona for what was to come.
“I don’t know,” the words came out fast, “Just need you.”
You tsk-tsk-tsked at him. “You can do better than that, baby. Do you want me here,” you touched his lips, suppressing a chuckle at how he instantly opened his mouth like it was a Pavlovian response.
“Or here,” you lightly brushed against one of his nipples, making him tense up underneath you. He sucked in a breath, waiting to see what else you would do.
“Or do you need me here,” you ground down right on top of where his cock was nestled underneath you, still trapped in his shorts.
“Ah-,” Intak’s hands fell to your hips again and he tried to meet you in the middle. You stopped yourself by placing a hand on his stomach, waiting patiently for him to stop thrusting.
“As pretty as you sound, that’s not an answer. You wanna try again?”
Voice dripping with saccharine, you tried to coax him into answering you again. This time with words, and not just his body.
“Here, please,” he thrusted again as he emphasized his words.
The begging sounded so sweet, like music to your ears. You planted one last kiss on his lips before you started to move down the bed.
“I’m gonna take your shorts off now, baby, ok? You good?”
Intak’s bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he nodded. Knowing that wouldn’t be enough, he followed up with “Great, I’m great.”
At his go ahead you removed his shorts, now met with the sight of his black briefs he wore. A very obvious tent was right in front of your face. You wanted to give him a little relief, so you palmed him.
Intak’s reaction was immediate, his thighs tensing as he let out a groan. He’d always been sensitive, but never this sensitive.
Fuck, why hadn’t you ever thought about a collar before? This shit was a real game changer.
“Can I take these off, too?” You kept palming him as you asked, enjoying how hard he was trying to not move.
“Please, yeah.” He sounded breathless, the top of his chest now flushed the same pretty color like his face.
You decided not to torture him any more for now. You got rid of his boxers and immediately wrapped your hand around his cock once it was free. Without teasing him, you dove straight in, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could in one go.
“Oh fuck!” Intak’s hands flew to your hair, pulling it up out of habit so it was away from your face before he started pulling on it.
You made a choked sound, causing vibrations to stimulate him even further. He was already twitching in your mouth - you couldn’t believe he was this close already.
You kept up your technique for a bit - sucking what you could fit, using your hand for what you couldn’t fit, and alternating between slow licks and hollowing out your cheeks as you sped up. Intak’s noises were driving you insane, especially the little ah, ah, ahs that he kept pushing out.
After a bit, however, you started to notice that the noises were coming more frequently than they usually did whenever you blew him, and your curiosity got the better of you. Your hand resumed its pace once you let him fall out of your mouth, looking up to see what was causing him to moan so unabashedly like that.
The sight took your breath away and if you hadn’t been soaked before you would’ve been now.
Intak had one hand in between his collar and neck while the other pulled on the end of the chain tight. He was so overwhelmed from everything you were doing and his pulling on the chain that he was much closer than you’d realized.
You’d been so gone yourself that you didn’t even notice when his hands disappeared from your hair.
“Baby,” you cooed at him, your hand speed a big contrast from how you were talking. Your voice had an instant effect on him as well, it seemed, making him instinctively pull tighter on the chain. “You gonna cum for me so soon?”
“Fuck, fuck,” Intak tried to swallow down another moan so he could answer you properly, but he failed miserably. “Don’t-don’t want to y-yet.”
“So that’s a no,” you teased him, giving his head a kitten lick just to see him flinch. “Aw, but you always look so pretty when you cum for me.”
“Shit,” Intak cried out. “You’re making it really fucking hard not to right now, ah-”
“I know, I’m so mean when you’re being so good.” You took him into your mouth again, sinking all the way down until you felt him in your throat. Intak thrusted out of reflex, making you gag but you held yourself there, wanting him to get the most out of it.
“Baby, fuck,” Intak sounded like he was barely holding it together. “Stop, please- can’t take much more.”
“So you don’t wanna cum?”
Intak whined, sounding so frustrated. “No, I do. But I want to do it with you.”
“Hmm…” you pretended to think it over, your hand still wrapped around him as he continued to twitch in your hold. “I think we can make that work.”
“Thank fuck,” Intak sighed out as you pulled yourself away from him to give him a little break.
You rid yourself of whatever clothes you had left and settled yourself on his lap again. His thumbs traced soothing circles above your hip bones as you got situated, his dick once again underneath you but without the extra layers this time.
“How do you want to do this?” You were giving him the choice, he’d been so good, so sweet for you tonight and he deserved it. “Whatever you want, baby. It’s yours.”
“Ha, o-ok. Uh,” Intak looked into your eyes and gave you a crooked smile, eyes hazy with lust that had yet to spill over. “Can you ride me?”
“Yeah? That what you want?” You started to sit up so you could position yourself on top of him. With how wet you were, you knew he’d immediately be able to slide in, no problem. It might take a second but you’d get him to fit. You always did.
“Yeah, want that. Need that,” he answered, gasping as he felt your hovering over him, his tip starting to get wet. “You good?”
He asked you this time, and it made your stomach flutter. “I’m great, baby. More than great.”
“Good,” his smile widened, “Me too.”
You started to lower yourself down, the stretch somewhat painful but still very welcomed. Intak was breathing hard, looking at where your bodies were connected, focused on you taking him in. When he finally bottomed out, you both let out a sigh of pleasure.
Before either of you could start moving, you noticed that Intak’s fingers were dancing along your sides up and down your ribcage - a habit that you knew he did when he was nervous.
“Takkie?” You didn’t think he was suddenly not into this anymore, but you had to check. You always had to. “You good?”
“Great, baby, I’m great. Don’t worry. I, just, uh-” he couldn’t look you in the eyes, another habit he had when he was nervous. He found eye contact to be hard generally, unless it was with you, so you knew something had to be up.
“You what?”
“Can I ask for one more thing?” He finally looked at your face again, eyes now set with determination.
“Yes?” You phrased it like a question, but nodded anyway for reassurance.
“Can you,” he took a breath, “ Fuck, ok. Can you pull on my collar while you ride me?”
You’d never heard a hotter sentence in your life, holy fuck.
“Fuck, yes, baby, I can do that. And I won’t even make you say please,” you teased him, moving your hips around in a circle just to feel him shudder.
“I’ll say it anyway because I really fucking want it-” you cut him off with a finger to his lips.
“You don’t have to say please - you know why?”
Intak shook his head, but his eyes were no longer lidded when he felt you pick up the end of the chain.
You tugged on it the same way as you’d started, to where the chain slid just enough to meet his neck but not be pulled taut against him. You leaned forward, chest meeting his own, lips just above his as you looked into his eyes.
“Because,” you pulled the chain tight, aware of how tight it was to still be careful, but tight enough to get your point across. The gasp he let out had you clenching around him.
“There’s no need for more begging when you already sound so lovely like this.”
Intak couldn’t even think of a way to respond before you were picking yourself up only to drop back down a moment later. You set a fast pace from the jump, something you knew both of you liked and craved when you were together like this.
What made tonight different, however, was by the time you actually started riding him, you were already close to falling apart and didn’t even fucking realize it until it was too late. All of your teasing him had affected you just as much, it seemed, and praises couldn’t stop falling from your lips.
“Fuck, my good boy, you’re doing so perfect for me. Pretty little noises, ah- perfect fucking cock.” Intak’s grip on you was strong and kept getting stronger with each word. You’d definitely have some marks tomorrow - just how you liked it.
After a little bit, Intak was helping you by meeting you halfway before you let him take the lead. He was slamming into you so hard that you were almost afraid you’d fall off, if not for the hold he had on you. How he was managing that while also whining and near tears was beyond you, but you knew he looked fucking gorgeous while he was.
As you were admiring the love of your life, Intak’s hand was suddenly in your line of vision as he grabbed the hand you were holding the chain with. Your brain registered it almost a little too late and you resisted him trying to pull it tighter.
“Please-”
“Baby, I’m sorry, it’s already too tight. Need you with me, yeah?” Your tone was soothing - you knew what he wanted but couldn’t give it to him, and as much as you hated that, being safe was so important.
He shook his head, still tugging on your hand but a little lighter this time. “Don’t need tighter,” he moaned, “need to see.”
“See what, baby?”
Intak moved your hand to where it was now in his line of vision.
“Want to see you holding it. Want to see you in control.” He broke off with a groan, twitching inside of you at a particularly harsh thrust. “Want to see how I’m tethered to you.”
You couldn’t even warn him before you were cumming, his words enough to push you over that edge. As you were clenching around him, you wound the chain tighter around your hand where he could see it without pulling it tighter against his neck.
“C’mon, baby,” you tried for him, out of breath and overly sensitive but you needed to get him there with you - however long it took.
“Wanna see you fall apart for me. You’ve been so good, always feel so good for me, go ahead and let go-”
“Fuck, I love you, fuck!” Intak’s head fell back harder against the pillow as he came, pulling you forward with the collar. You had just enough of your wits about you to slacken your grip, letting him fall without restricting him too much.
The feeling of him releasing inside of you had you shuddering all over again, sensitivity spiking but still not wanting it to end. These moments where you were just there together, entangled in each other as you let your bodies take over - these were among some of the moments you cherished most with your favorite person.
The come down was always a little hard because neither of you wanted to pull away. You pulled the chain away from his neck so the ends were almost touching again before you laid on top of Intak. You could feel him soften inside of you as he rubbed your back, no words shared between you two in the moment because there didn’t need to be. You listened to his heartbeat as it evened out, no longer beating frantically like yours had also been moments prior.
“I love you, too, just so you know.” You finally broke the silence, Intak’s chuckling moving you along with him.
“I know, baby. Trust me,” Intak placed a kiss on top of your head. “If I know one thing in life, it’s that.”
“Damn, put a collar on you one time and you get all sappy afterwards.” You could almost see him rolling his eyes at your comment even though there was no way for you to see his face right now.
“As if I don’t sometimes get sentimental after sex.” He was patting your head now, letting his fingers sift through your hair. “That’s usually your role, though, so you may be onto something there.”
You made a half-hearted attempt at a scoff before deciding it wasn’t worth it, smiling as you heard him laugh. You closed your eyes, cheek still against his chest while you slowly started to drift off.
“Hey, love?”
“Hm,” you answered.
“Thank you,” another kiss on top of your head. “Your surprise was a good choice.”
You lifted your head so you could look at him, adoring the lazy smile painted on his face.
“You into collars now, sweetie?” You were referring back to what you’d asked him that kickstarted this whole thing.
contains: strangers to lovers trope, car sex, light sub/dom dynamics, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, restraints (handcuffs), voice kink, jiung uses a cheesy pick up line as reader wears an angel costume for halloween and it works
a/n: this was supposed to come out yesterday (10/07), but i was exhausted from work and completely forgot to post it >< happy belated birthday jiung, your blue era will never be forgotten ♡
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
You turn around to see exactly the face you've been wishing to get the chance to see up close. It's been a while since you saw him for the last time and you're surprised to realise that you haven't forgotten his face at all.
It's not just his captivating blue hair that still keeps you intrigued, it's everything about him.
“You’ve probably heard this multiple times tonight already,” he chuckles as the corners of his lips slide up nervously, “sorry.”
You smile back, pleased to see him flustered. As you both allow your gazes to drag up the other’s body, your head tilts to the side playfully.
“Your name?”
Of course, you know his name already. But you don't want him to ever find out that you've asked around about him, or that you stalked his Instagram account the same night you saw him play for the very first time at this exact club you are right now.
“Jiung.”
“Jiung,” you repeat his name like it’s something you can taste on your tongue, “so you don't use a special DJ name or anything like that?”
“No,” he shakes his head; the charming smile doesn't leave his face, “I'm Jiung here as much as I am outside this club. What's your name?”
“I liked your set, Jiung.” Well, you always do. There are a few reasons why you continue to come here with your friends, and one of them definitely has to do with the addictive effects his seamless selections of tracks have on your body. “I’m Y/N.”
“And I enjoyed watching you have fun to it, Y/N.” He makes a quick pause before speaking out your name as he feels lucky to be able to know it. He wants to savour each letter.
The way you danced earlier with your friends caused him to keep glancing up at your silhouette as if you're some sort of a celestial vision. The way your body swayed rhythmically to the music kept distracting him not only because your sexy white dress with small shimmering wings undeniably stood out in the colorful crowd with blazing lights, but also because you've stolen his attention few times before already and he remembers you. He couldn’t help, but notice the way your eyes searched for him too.
“You've been watching me?”
Your bodies move closer. The techno beats which keep on booming intensely in the thick air isn't the only thing bringing you closer though.
You pick up on the way his eyes explore your face like they've been waiting for the proper moment to do so. There's a lustful spark in them that holds onto your gaze and you feel your excited heart come to a halt beneath your dress.
Jiung's lips curl flirtatiously as he’s about to answer and the sight floods your veins with adrenaline rush.
“I think it's impossible not to spot a beautiful angel like you.” His attention goes to your lips as they part slightly in surprise. “I notice you every time.”
At that moment, you both realise that neither of you wants to stay in this crowded club anymore. You both crave some privacy, and it’s time for you to say goodbye to your friends.
You didn't expect for things to escalate so quickly like this; for this Halloween party to suddenly lead you to Jiung’s car where he helps you adjust on his lap, pressing you down harder and groaning into your neck from how nice it feels to have you melting in his embrace.
“You're so gorgeous,” he whispers at your ear before continuing to nibble on your skin. Every time he speaks he sounds as if he's intoxicated, but he's completly sober. “Where have you been all this time?”
For some reason your divine costume of an angel only turns him on even more, and he can't stop roaming his hands along the fabric of your simple, but yet pretty dress that's hugging your curves perfectly, and your fishnet stockings - they occasionally tempt him to look down as his fingertips curiously sneak through them, but soon enough he loses patience and asks almost out of breath from your long kisses:
“Can I?”
And once you nod, because you’re unable to form proper sentences at the moment, with one swift move Jiung rips them off, exposing your panties.
You drag the dress up at your waist before shutting your eyes closed at the sudden, but delightful contact of his fingers against your clit. Needy sounds already start escaping your throat as he maintains circling motions at the right spot meanwhile your one hand keeps your panties to one side, not wanting him to stop even for a second.
“You sound so pretty, angel…” He utters before pressing an open mouthed kiss against your collarbone. “Don’t stop, baby.”
Your skin warms up more and more with each word he says; with each following touch of his gentle lips that travel along your cleavage. And his voice… it spreads so captivatingly in the silence to the point the warm knot of arousal doubles in your body just by the sound of it.
“Right there,” you plead as the fingers of your one hand run through his vibrantly blue hair; the other is pressed against the car window, keeping you steady.
Jiung would love to keep savouring the nice feeling of your pussy, but your rising moans turn him eager to feel you other ways. He slowly retrieves his hand and kisses your neck one last time before leaning back to unzip his pants.
As you anticipate the moment with dazed eyes and racing heartbeat, your attention moves to the right seat next to you. It’s empty except the pair of handcuffs that’s left there.
You look at Jiung questionably as you pick them up.
“I was going to be dressed up like a cop for one of my friends’ parties.” He explains, meeting your sparkling eyes. Your little halo is tilted, he notices.
“I think I’ll wear them better.” A sly smile appears on your lips as you lean in to whisper: “Handcuff me.”
“Why?” Jiung asks playfully; his tone is soft, but in the most erotic way. “You’ve been such a good angel.”
And he’s right, but he does it anyway.
You tell him you can get naughty when you’re impatient meanwhile he simply likes the look of your wrists restrained together and dangling at his chest as you bounce up and down.
Your fingers clench desperately at Jiung’s hoodie at the same time as his own sink into your hips wanting to support your movements; to keep up the nice pace that has you both panting in sync as he bumps into your sweet spot again and again.
“Fuck—“ You mewl when your walls grip onto his cock harder as the firm grip on your body shifts around your waist. “I’m gonna cum,” you utter breathlessly. The way you fall back down starts to look and sound sloppy, but nonetheless eager to reach your peak.
Jiung’s hands go beneath your ass to hold you tighter. “Stay like this for me, angel,” he asks, as now his hips do the rest of the work. The sudden relentless slamming results into your mind going completely numb as you stay still with your muscles tensing from the thrill.
The lewd sharp sounds of his hips flying up to crash repeatedly into you fill the dark small space. Your heavy breaths turn the windows around you even foggier every time they melt into each other until they elevate into one blissful wailing the moment your thighs begin to shake as the climax washes over you.
The intense warmth floods your body in one strong wave, electrifying every part of you as Jiung pulls out in a hurry to release onto your stomach.
You lean back, staring down at the white ropes of arousal marking your skin. Jiung’s voice quietly shakes as his mouth hangs open in delight; the tight fist around his length gradually calms down.
“You have a pretty voice,” you speak up first after he looks up in search for your eyes. Your words come out much more mellow now as you normalise your breathing. “Have you ever thought about a singing career?”
“I don’t think so,” he admits through a chuckle.
That’s the last thing he expected to hear from you in a moment like this. He stares at you with an obvious intrigue as you smile, running your hands up and down his chest.
“Well, you should consider it. I don’t need to hear you sing to know you have it in you.”
The truth is, Jiung kind of made up that answer. He often sings not only in his head, but also out loud, as he walks around his apartment, doing different mundane things… but he’s fully aware you already know he just lied to you.
His hands stroke your thighs as they still keep him down. The noise the metal handcuffs create around your wrists rings in the heavy air with lustful aroma.
“I will.” He nods, fixating his lazy gaze back on yours. “You can be my muse. Every artist has one. Right, angel?”
Is this his way to ask if he’s going to see you again, you wonder…
The answer to both is yes.
! please do not repost, copy or translate my works
! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed
half smau, half written. wc. under 1k warnings: kissing
even after you and anton wanted more from each other physically after that night in his apartment, your schedules never aligned properly for you two to actually do anything. it left you both hot and bothered, sneaking off during the day to make out and grope each other before you had to part for the day.
like now, you were antons lap in the backseat of his car in the parking lot of your apartment, hands buried in his hair and his hands groping your ass as you two kiss each other like you'll never see each other again.
"yn-" anton breathes out in between your kisses, and you hum before going back to kissing him. "i have to go," his warning words make you stop, frowning against his lips before you pull away with a pout. you were just so cute, he felt bad knowing he had to leave you.
"you cant miss one practice?" you whine, pouting even more.
"im the captain," he almost laughs, if he could he would totally skip a practice to spend more time with you, but his roll was too important and you both knew that.
"don't you have a co captain?"
"yn..." you sigh, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and you understand that he has to go. you climb off of his lap, sitting on the other side of his backseat while you think of another way for you both to see each other.
"what about after practice then? i can sneak you in, i don't think my brother would mind you coming over" you hope that it convinces him, but the way his ears turn red after you say it makes you frown.
he wishes that your brother was one of his biggest obstacles in having you fully, it was too much of a risk for you to sneak him in, it was honestly a risk with him dropping you off at the apartment you shared with him, but he tried his best to not let that flood his nerves.
"i want you just as bad, but i wanna take you out first before we do anything" anton groans, running a hand through his hair. you cant help the smile that creeps on your face, the way he held himself back until you two were actually dating before you two went further made you grow more fond of the boy. but you cant deny that it also made you want him more.
"such a gentleman, and when is this date you speak of?"
"how about friday night? i have early practice, and i can pick you up after" you have to hold back a giggle from how cute he was with that hopeful smile on his face, and you pretend to think for a second before you finally answer him.
"i think i can clear out my schedule for that,"
"great," he leans over the empty space between you two so he can place a quick kiss to your lips "now i really have to go, okay?"
"fine," you roll your eyes, doing your fake pout once again as anton gets out of the car so he can open your door for you. once you're out of the car, you let anton engulf you in a tight hug. "you'll call me when you get home, right?" you murmur into his chest, and he presses his lips to your forehead while you two enjoy your last few minutes together for the day.
"of course, i'll call you baby"
"baby?" you pull back from him, blinking in surprise at the new name as you look up at him. he just smiles, a little nervous as he tries to gauge your reaction.
"do you like it?" you nod, bringing your hands up to the back of antons neck so you can pull him in for another kiss. it was softer, holding him close to you before you pull away, and you smirk when you hear him fail at holding back a whimper at the loss of contact.
"mhm, now go, don't be late for practice baby" you smile as you walk away, letting your hand drag along his chest as you leave and all anton can do is stare at you as you enter your building. it took everything in him to not forget about practice and go after you in that moment.
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a/n: bro tumblr actually stupid asf i had to rewrite half of this cuz it deleted my mf draft...
synopsis: living with your older brother had its perks, including easy access to his hot best friend
pairing: idol!anton x fem!reader
contains: angst, smut (mdni), established relationship, secret + long distance relationship
word count: 4.1k
there was something therapeutic about laying on anton’s chest, your attention far more focused on his steady heartbeat against your ear rather than the blur of whatever rom com was playing on the tv. this was the first time your boyfriend had been over in weeks, the result of his overwhelmingly packed schedule. and you knew the cycle would only repeat the second he left.
so you couldn't help but try and savour the moments when he was over. when he was real, not a few mere pixels on your phone screen, and not when his soft voice was laced with static. the moment right now felt perfect, you could actually feel his fingers lacing through your hair so gently, as if you were made of silk or could tear if he tugged a little too harshly. or where you could actually feel his warm breaths against your cheek. that was until you heard the dreaded blare of anton’s ringtone, sharply cutting through the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.
anton could see you visibly tense as you braced yourself. you crossed your fingers, silently praying for it to be his mom innocently checking up on you both, or a friend, or really anyone except-
‘it’s my manager, one second baby,’ he said. he held his breath as he clicked the green accept button.
you had grown so accustomed to this, staff constantly reminding him he had an early schedule the morning after, or telling him to come to the company for a late recording session. once you heard anton sigh and hang up you knew he had to leave you again. despite the fact you rarely had the time for just the two of you, your date nights were constantly cut short.
‘he said to head back to the dorms. we’re leaving for tokyo tomorrow so he said i should stay with the members and get an early night.’ he said.
at half past 7 in the evening? really? you thought.
anton tried his best not to look you in the eyes, knowing the look on your face would shatter him.
“what about the takeout we ordered?” you asked.
“you can have my portion too,” he answered.
you were always so supportive of his career choice and new found passion for music, yet you were both naive and neither of you anticipated the huge toll it took on your relationship. it felt like every milestone anton reached in his career came with another hindrance on your relationship. his fame meant you could no longer hang out outside the privacy of your home, and the more time he spent in the practice room to enhance his skills as an artist the less time he had to call you.
he grabbed his mask and instinctively headed to your back door, you swiftly following behind him whilst trying to blink back your tears. the fact this had happened countless times before didn’t make right now hurt any less. you turned the key for him, avoiding his gaze. this wasn’t his fault at all, of course it wasn’t. yet it felt like some outside source was praying on the downfall of your relationship and anton was just letting it happen by following his manager’s orders blindly.
you never voiced it in front of him, but a part of you wished, one day, he wouldn't immediately call an uber the second he was instructed to leave you. a part of you selfishly wished he’d just stay with you.
“i had fun,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. “and i’m sorry. it won’t always be like this y/n, i promise.”
it was exactly like this the past five dates before. so it probably will be next time. and the time after that. and the time af-
“goodnight y/n,” he said quietly, leaving through your back entrance. you stood in the frame after he left, watching him until he eventually turned the corner and was out of sight. you knew it was going to be at least a few weeks until you see him again, so even a glance away from your boyfriend felt a sin.
you remained stood in the doorframe even after anton was long gone. the cold breeze gave you chills all over your body, but you didn't even care at this point. you felt like you were going insane, as this exact scene of your boyfriend leaving your door and alone in your home had played out in your life so many times before. but the ring of your front doorbell abruptly cut you out of your thoughts. you sighed when realised it was your delivery driver, bringing you way too much food than you could possibly eat on your own.
sometimes you found yourself envying your friends simply because they could see their partners whenever they wanted. you’d even been encouraged by your friends to break it off. several times. and here they were again, right now. but they were the only thing that would help you get out of your depressive state whenever this would happen.
“he left early again yesterday? after not seeing you for a whole month?” asked minjeong over the phone. her voice was lined with disbelief despite you calling her several times in the past to complain about the exact same thing. it was just that you two hadn’t seen each other for a long time prior to meeting so she thought maybe your boyfriend would do his best to try and make up for the lost time. but that wasn’t the case.
you nodded. even the reminder of it made an uncomfortable knot form in your stomach.
“but it’s not his fault. his manager told him. i can’t just demand attention when it interferes with his work like that,” you defended. “it’s not fair on him.”
“it’s not fair on you either.” minjeong said firmly.
you took a second to process her words. you never agreed to a secret long distance relationship when you first started dating but now it felt like you were bound by it. you had to conform to every rule the company set without thinking so you wouldn’t possibly tarnish anton’s reputation. sometimes you felt like nothing but a hindrance to his career. and you were sick feeling like it.
minjeong smiled hearing the silence across the phone. every other time, your love for anton would cloud your judgement and you’d come to his defence automatically, but now her words seemed to reach you deeper. you were actually listening to her. fucking finally. she thought.
“i’m gonna tell you again… end it. you deserve better.” she added.
if you told yourself a year ago that there’d be a day you’d consider breaking things off with anton, you wouldn’t believe it at all. but back then your relationship was real, not consisting of daily ‘miss you’ messages with no follow up conversation, or ditched dates. the prospect of leaving all that behind suddenly didn’t sound so bad.
just then, you saw anton’s contact name appear on your phone screen, calling you whilst you were still on the line with your best friend. before, your fingers would act on their own accord and you would pick up at the glimpse of anton’s name lighting up your screen no matter what. but now it just seemed a bit inconvenient.
“he’s calling me right now. i really really don’t feel like talking to him,” you confessed to minjeong.
“then don’t.” she said simply. and you clicked the red decline button. you could clearly imagine anton’s bemused expression right now, you’d never ignored his calls before, especially so blatantly. part of you felt like a terrible person. guilt should be eating you alive right now, technically aren’t you punishing your boyfriend for something largely out of his control? but now your annoyance with everything was so much greater, so at this point you didn’t even care.
“it’ll be worth it in the end.” minjeong reassured.
you remembered the first time you called her to complain about the new dynamic of your relationship. when you didn’t want to confront anton about it because you would feel selfish. but since that day minjeong’s words had been quietly ringing in your head. if anton really wanted to stay with you, he would. you were so used to throwing the blame onto coercive managers and strict policies and fame. but now the words echoed deafeningly through your mind. if he wanted to, he would.
for once you had to think logically about things. you know it will be hard, the very thought of it strained your heart, but ending things will ultimately be best for both of you. maybe you had no choice but to act with your head for this.
“you’re right. i- i think i’ll do it next time he comes over. maybe.” you said hesitantly, hearing minjeong hum in agreement, assuring you it’s the right choice.
“i’m always here for you, you know that?” she said.
“i know.” you smiled. even when anton couldn’t be, she was always there for you and you were immensely grateful.
after thanking your best friend and hanging up, you felt your phone vibrate, and several notifications emerge on your screen.
anton 💕: yn? is everything okay??
anton 💕: shit you mustve been busy, sorry for calling you at a bad time baby :/
anton 💕: call me back as soon as youre free tho
anton 💕: i miss your voice
you felt strained whilst glancing over the messages. you missed him too. but you just lacked the energy to respond.
i’ll reply after a couple hours. you thought.
the intended few hours turned into countless and you found yourself still airing anton’s calls and messages a week later. you knew you couldn’t ignore him forever, you were still yet to call him over and break things off. and you still had to come up with a somewhat convincing excuse for missing several of his calls that wasn’t just ‘i didn’t feel like it’.
it felt weird, like you were becoming everything you hated about your boyfriend. you never considered yourself a vengeful person, but maybe now you were unintentionally giving anton a taste of his own medicine.
plus you weren’t totally lonely, since minjeong and some of your other friends from work would frequently come over and check up on you. you smiled once you heard the ring of your doorbell and rushed to answer it, assuming it was your best friend again. however once you opened your front door your eyes widened, realising you were gravely mistaken.
“can i come in?” said anton calmly.
you nodded hastily, your mouth suddenly feeling parched. you move slightly to the side to let him in, resisting the small urge to slam the door in his face and attempt to escape him through a random vent in your flat.
you were fucked.
you paced closely behind anton’s figure as he made his way to your bedroom, following his steps blindly as if you weren't literally in your own home right now. you just stared blankly at him as he took a seat at the edge of your bed. he had to pat the space next to him to signal you to finally sit. you kept a reasonable distance from him on the mattress due to the awkward tension still hanging in the air.
“i thought you were coming back in 2 days,” you murmured, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
“our fanmeeting got cancelled so we booked the flight back earlier.” he stated.
“oh. no one told me that?” you asked, confused.
“how could i have told you?” anton scoffed. “you would’ve known if you didn’t ignore every single one of my calls.”
you bit your lip, looking at the floor beneath you. you couldn’t argue with that, this was basically all your fault.
“why weren’t you responding y/n?” he asked firmly, looking straight at you.
shit. you weren’t expecting to be confronted about this so soon, you thought you had another 2 days to formulate and rehearse some plausible explanation. you finally glanced up at anton, looking into his gentle brown eyes awaiting your response. his eyes had a certain look in them that you weren’t familiar with. his gaze towards you was normally soft and loving, yet now his eyes were filled with hurt. borderline betrayal. how could you even think about lying to him?
“i… i just didn’t feel like talking to you.” you admitted, glancing back at the rug beneath your feet again. you had frankly no idea how he’d react, but you were obliged to tell the truth. you already felt awful for airing his calls, and you’d feel even worse for lying to your boyfriend’s face straight after.
“so you were seriously just ignoring me for no reason whatsoever? and here i was genuinely worried about you. what were you even thinking?” he said in disbelief. you stayed silent. he sounded upset, and he had every right to be.
“i would never do anything like that to you.” anton stressed. which made something inside of you physically switch.
“seriously?” you asked. your head shot up to look straight back up at him again. “you’ve ignored me several times in the past anton. you’ve literally gone weeks not responding to me once.” you added.
“that was different.” he muttered. “i was busy. plus my manager said talking to you would distract me too much from work.”
there was no way he was being serious right now. “your staff hate me.” you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.
the company were the furthest thing from supportive of you two dating. it was transparent in the way anton’s manager would constantly advise him to distance himself from you in case it got in the way of his work. you were pretty sure his staff had your number blocked because they found it annoying when you contacted them to check up on anton, whose schedule was sometimes too packed to check his own phone. the company saw you as nothing but a hassle to deal with in case your connection to anton got leaked. it was so clear to you.
“they said they’re only trying to look out for me.” anton said quietly under his breath.
“how is them never allowing us to see each other looking out for you? unless you don’t actually like seeing me? why else are you in such a hurry to leave every time we meet up?” you rambled without a thought, your eyes beginning to water.
anton was usually patient with you, but listening to your broken voice telling him that he basically didn’t even care for you anymore made something snap inside of him.
“don’t say that. you know i feel sick everytime i leave you.” he stated.
“i didn't know that.” you muttered. “you’re always so quick to leave.”
you gently turned your head away from him as a tear escaped your eye, which frustrated you as you tried your best to hold yourself together. despite your attempt to be discreet, anton noticed. he hadn’t seen you cry at all since becoming an idol. but everytime he had it was always hard to watch, and right now was no exception. in fact it made him feel more awful right now.
“i’m sorry y/n. i felt like i had to listen to them or else they’d make it even harder for us to see each other. but that’s not fair on you at all. i’m so sorry.” he apologised, reaching over the intentional gap you left to take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers.
his eyes looked different again, flooded with sorrow and regret and you hated it. closing the futile space between you both on the mattress, you climbed over his lap and enveloped your arms around his warm figure. he reciprocated the hug instantly, holding your body close to his.
“i just miss you. and i miss how things used to be.” you whispered against him.
“i miss you too. so much.” he said, clinging onto you even tighter to the point where it should have been uncomfortable for you. yet it wasn’t, in fact you didn’t care about your ability to breathe if it meant you could stay close to him forever.
but when you felt something start to vibrate against you, you pulled back from his strong grip slightly. before you could question what it was, you heard a familiar tune resonate from anton’s pocket that made an uncomfortable feeling stir in your stomach. your body acted on its own accord, pulling back from his arms entirely. letting go of him at the sound of that cursed ringtone became a habit now.
you watched anton retrieve his phone and glance down at the contact name, which didn’t surprise either of you. “i’ll go look for the backdoor key,” you said, attempting to climb off his lap, but anton resisted and kept a tight grip on your arm.
“i just got here, surely they can wait a little longer.” anton said, declining the call and switching his phone on silent. looking back at your shocked expression, he regretted not doing this before, and not previously standing up to the people who tried to come in the way of your relationship. why was he being forced to sacrifice his personal life to favour his professional one?
“you know i love you right?” anton assured you, admiring your pretty features which he missed seeing up close.
you couldn’t stop the warmth rushing to your cheeks as he looked at you, feeling somewhat shy under his gaze, which you had noticed had not so discreetly flickered from your face to your chest. the awkward atmosphere in the room now displaced by something more intense. “sometimes i forget.” you admitted, clasping your fingers around his neck. “you’re not here to remind me.”
“let me show you then.” he said simply, pressing you down on him harder than before. you gasped, feeling the growing bulge beneath his jeans against you. his eyes looked different now too, dark and apparent with need and craving, but you didn’t hate it this time. it had been so long since the last time you’ve seen him like this. too long.
your face was only inches from his so you give in, pressing your lips against his firmly with clear desperation. anton almost felt like laughing with how rushed and forcefully you kissed him, but he felt the exact same, tangling his fingers through your soft hair as he guided you impatiently.
he kept a firm hand at your waist, grinding you down hard against him. you could feel yourself get embarrassingly soaked from the friction of the rough denim against your clothed core. you keep moving yourself against him, moaning quietly into the kiss. you were both so desperate you were sure you could just get off like this, but you still wanted more, you needed to feel all of him.
reluctantly, you pulled away from him, both of you breathing heavily from the lack of air. “come over here.” you said with totally impure intention, crawling to the top of the bed and resting your head against your airy sage green pillow. he followed you immediately, climbing on top of your figure and staring down at you. you weren’t even dressed up since you weren’t informed of him visiting, but anton still thought you looked gorgeous like this, your hair framed your face flawlessly. your wide eyes almost deceived him as you looked up at him with what seemed like innocence, but the playful glint in them gave away your true desires.
impatiently, you dragged his black tee over his head, stunned by how much stronger and well built he’s gotten over the months. anton let you feel him, missing your sensual touches more than he’d ever admit. you stopped at his jeans, pulling at the belt weakly and signalling you wanted him to take that off too, and he complied straightaway. you threw your own top over your head, smiling when you notice anton eying your chest immediately, his cheeks slightly flushed because of how long it’s been since he’s seen you like this. perv. you think, in the most endearing way possible.
you undo your bra clasp, sliding it down your arms slowly to torment him slightly because you find it fun. as soon as you carelessly tossed your bra to the side his mouth attached to your breast without warning, making you moan his name loudly from the unexpected stimulation, your back arching.
your fingers wove through his soft dyed locks, and you pulled on them gently to pry him off you despite his eagerness. “i need you inside.” you plead, looking at him with lust clouded eyes.
“right now? are you sure?” he questioned. the last thing anton wanted was to potentially hurt you, but it seemed like you couldn’t care less as you nodded rapidly, sliding your shorts and underwear down your legs. he was shocked as he gazed down at you, realising how incredibly wet you were and why you thought the lack of foreplay isn’t an issue. he quickly rid himself of his boxers and wasted no time settling himself between your thighs.
you both gasped as his length brushed against your clit, your wetness likely making a mess of your sheets beneath you. you nodded again in response to him asking if you were ready, and he gradually pushed himself inside you at the confirmation. you closed your eyes at the stretch you which you hadn’t felt in ages, but the discomfort subsided quickly as more and more pleasure took over your senses the deeper you felt him inside you.
you could tell anton was just as desperate as you (if not more) with how fast his thrusts were as he pushed himself as deep as he could, wanting to feel as connected to you as possible. “i missed this so much” you whined shakily, your eyes glossing over as you dug into the skin of his back with your manicured nails. marking what was yours.
“i missed you too.” he replied. he was almost embarrassed of being close so quickly, but he could tell you were too by how tight you clenched around his cock and how you grew increasingly vocal. he cautiously kept his hand around your mouth, muffling your moans since your walls were barely soundproof. anton remembered how you got complaints after he came over to show you a new song he was in the process of producing. although having others knowing how good he could make you feel did boost his ego, he wanted to keep your pretty sounds to himself.
he stilled inside you as you felt a warm sensation fill you up. you shivered as you heard anton’s calls of your name and a million whispers of ‘i love you’ against your ear, your own orgasm triggered shortly after. you wrapped your arms and legs impossibly tight around him, locking him in your embrace as you came around him with a loud cry.
he collapsed on the side of the mattress beside you after pulling out, panting heavily. he smiled looking down at you cuddle into his warm figure again, finding you so cute. but your heart sank slightly as you broke out of your euphoric daze and reality hit you. anton could only keep his phone on silent and defy his manager for so long, and he’d probably have to leave soon. the thought made you nuzzle closer into his bare chest. you really didn’t want to let him go.
the same thoughts plagued anton’s mind. he smiled down at your sleepy figure cuddled into his side. your arms and legs were visibly stiff wrapped around him, bracing yourself for when anton would inevitably say ‘goodnight’ and go.
anton recalled the times he regularly used to sleep over with you in this exact bed, and he realised how much he missed it. he remembered when he first moved into an unfamiliar dorm and struggled with insomnia, and on those sleepless nights the only remedy was imagining he was lying in this bed instead and had you by his side.
fuck it. he thought. he couldn’t care less about the countless missed calls his phone was probably drowning in by now.
the much requested (and commissioned) continuation of this! hope you guys enjoy this was so fun to write. i might’ve found my new favorite couple RUH ROH!
contains: no warnings hehe
“Should I leave?” You asked.
Eunseok turned around in his seat so fast it tipped to the side from the momentum. All the shame he felt was replaced with the overwhelming urge to get you to stay. He shook his head blindly, knowing that you could see him better than he could see you. Despite having no vision he wished that his glasses still were sitting pretty on your face, the silver band floating over the bridge of your nose and catching the light each time you turned your head. Instead, his glasses were next to his keyboard, taken off in a haste as his current situation sank in.
The discord server was still going crazy—Eunseok was sure of it. When he came to the realization that he was still very much in the voice chat and unknowingly gave his friends a show the first thing he did was take off his glasses. He was hoping that somehow, someway, his frames were actually fooling him instead of helping him see clearly.
After his thick frames were discarded Eunseok rapidly blinked as if that would restore his blurry vision. The words on his screen moved too fast for his still hazy mind to comprehend. Was the text on his computer always this small? The tiny words floated down his screen and he had to lean close to try and understand what was being said. He reread messages over and over again and the pings for his name shook inside of his skull. He leaned even closer to the screen of his computer, inwardly saying a final prayer hoping that it was all fake.
But it was real, very much real, and everyone was already telling dramatic retellings of it. The people in Eunseok’s small circle that were never active spoke, and those who laid witness to Eunseok getting head for the very first time were already sharing their dramatic retellings. Eunseok couldn’t even will his fingers to type, to give some sort of excuse or try to get himself out of the hole he groaned and moaned himself into. His fingers hesitated over the keyboard, unable to come up with anything.
When tarotime pinged him for the nth time, Eunseok absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. He closed out of the app correctly and shut his computer completely off before turning his monitor off too. He started at himself in the reflection of his screen before bringing his hands to his face in defeat.
He only got the chance to look at his reflection for a second before you came into view.
After you asked you question the first time Eunseok turned in his seat to watch your blurry hand raise to wipe your face. You wiped away the last of him from your lips and chin, the fluid gliding across your hand and showed a sheen anytime it caught the light. When you were done you brought the back of your hand down to your waist, then dropped it completely to mess with the bottom of your shirt.
“It’s okay if you want me to leave.” You repeated.
Eunseok felt like you loomed over him. Even if he couldn’t see your confidence he could feel it. He could hear it in the way you asked if you should go home. There was no embarrassment in your voice like the humiliating heat Eunseok felt across his body, and there was no malice either. You asked the question casually, so nonchalant it almost made Eunseok’s chest hurt. He didn’t wish to see you clearly, he firmly believed at this point his poor heart just couldn’t take it.
All he could do was just shake his head again, trying to not think about his sweats that were only pulled halfway up his thigh.
You rocked from foot to foot and silence filled the room. Eunseok wasn’t sure what was next, he silently prayed again that you would take the initiative like you have all the other times.
When you sat down on the edge of his bed he visibly perked up. Eunseok watched you hesitate for a moment before leaning forward, eyes flitting between his crotch and his face.
“Wanna keep going?” You asked.
Eunseok nodded his head and made his way towards his bed like a bug to a light. When you took off your shirt and started shimmying out of your pants Eunseok was in a daze, following your lead. He had his clothes off before you, throwing them somewhere around his room as you backed further onto his bed. Your books and papers were pushed aside, some of your things even falling over the edge onto the ground.
By the time you were completely undressed you came to a halt, and Eunseok sat down at the foot of his bed looking at you. He paused before he could come to you completely, realizing that he was thinking about everything except for what to do at this part. He stayed in his place on the mattress, and once again silence filled the air.
He could tell that you knew he was nervous. He hadn’t moved an inch since he got on the bed. His still balled up fists caused tiny craters in the mattress, physical evidence of his hesitancy. He was too scared to look past your mid-thigh, his eyes focused on your bent knees and the area that was so close to your core.
He knew he should’ve made a move. This was the part where he was supposed to crawl further up on the bed and slot himself between your legs before mounting you. He was supposed to be pressing fervent kisses to your face and biting his lip to hold back moans but instead he was just there, fists digging further into the mattress as he tried working to nerve to look at the rest of your body.
Eunseok knew he was still for too long when you propped yourself back up on your elbows. He quickly surpassed the rest of your body to focus on your face. He saw you lean your head to the side as your hand started mindlessly rubbing your leg.
“Eunseok,” He heard the softness in your voice and for the first time he heard hesitancy in your voice. “Have you ever been with someone before?” You asked.
Technically he has. He lost his virginity with his longtime girlfriend before college. They didn’t do it again outside of that one time though, the two of them came to the silent agreement that once was enough. His other intimate endeavors included kissing a girl at a frat party during an insanely juvenile game of spin the bottle and got an aggressively dry handjob in Sungchan’s room at another party. There was also the time he was making out with a girl who pulled away in the middle of it to say that he was getting spit all over her.
(Needless to say, Eunseok doesn’t go to parties anymore)
“I have.” He answered back.
So by no means was he a virgin, but he was terribly unexperienced with instances that had him avoiding intimacy at all costs. Eunseok had actually started to think he was cursed when it came to anything beyond holding hands. He would’ve never thought he’d be in a situation where both parties were seemingly craving more.
“Are you nervous?” You asked.
Eunseok heard the softness in your voice as you continued playing with your leg. Your knees had eventually come together, closing off the view of your core that Eunseok took for granted. He needed to see all of you again, or atleast have the opportunity to. He had the urge to put a gentle hand on top of your knee and gently pry your legs apart until he got a full view of you again. He flattened his fists to palms on his bed, imagining the way it’s feel against your knee.
When he took a moment to answer your question you tilted your head to the side. Eunseok watched you as you sat up on the bed, one of your legs extending past his body while the other stayed close to you. Eunseok watched you reach out your hands towards him, palms facing upwards as a smile stretched across your face. He gave you your hands and moved backwards to sit at the end of his mattress.
Eunseok looked down, trying his best to not linger on the sight of your chest before he looked down at your hands. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles soothingly, so contradictory from the mission you were clearly on when you came into his apartment earlier. Eunseok told himself countless times that if you were only looking to have sex with the quiet nerd in your class all you had to do was ask him nicely; but here you were showing all signs that this was more than just sex. You even leaned forward to kiss his cheek before leaning back to your original position.
“Don’t be nervous.” You assured.
You pulled Eunseok’s hand slightly towards you and when he gave in completely you wasted no time. You guided both of his hands by the wrists to your chest, leaning into his still palms.
Eunseok’s eyes were wide as saucers, and for the first time the whole night he stared at parts of your body he’s never seen before. He looked at his hands placed over your chest, how he could see patches of your skin peaking through the space between his fingers. He was in awe at how soft you were, how you fit in his palm, and how you arched your back to bring your chest further into him.
When he was still frozen you giggled lightly. You managed to make something so embarrassing for Eunseok lighthearted, and he felt himself becoming even more flustered. He had watched his fair share of porn and heard more than enough stories from his friends, he knew what he had to do. But he was completely lost on what to do with his hands thats were on your chest that rested so perfectly against his palms.
“You don’t know what to do, right?” You asked, still smiling.
When Eunseok shook his head he felt you hands clasp over his to mimic a grabbing motion.
“Squeeze them.” You said.
Eunseok took a peak upwards at your face and his lips parted at the sight. How you seemed more lost than he felt was beyond him. You had wet your lips at some point, and started chewing on them after you gave him instructions. Eunseok stayed locked in on your face as he splayed his hand over more space on your chest. He dug lightly dug his fingertips into your skin, and you tilted your head back.
He pressed his palms deep into your chest and he felt the goosebumps raise on his skin as you let out a content sigh.
He continued the ministrations until your legs parted and your feet were planted on both sides of Eunseok’s body. He was getting surrounded by you without even knowing it, he was only focused on feeling more of your chest and drawing out the same sounds you coaxed from him. Your hand went from Eunseok’s wrist to his arms, then to his hands as you guided them to press deeper.
Eunseok made the conscious decision to keep his body out of your reach. He wanted so desperately to control the tempo. He wanted to at the very least try and give you the same pleasure you gave him.
He focused on your chest, how you let in a sharp exhale when he focused on pinching your hardened nipples. He thought back to the times it was cold in the lecture hall and he had to do everything in his might to not look down and it made his hands falter. He squeezed a little to hard and heard your gasp of pain, but before he could apologize he felt you preen your chest even further to his hands. So he tweaked your nipples again, and you let out that same sound again.
Your hands had given up trying to touch more of Eunseok, focusing on grabbing at anything now. He watched you alternate between pinching the sheets and rubbing your own body. You eventually leaned back to prop your body up by your hands, letting out shaky breaths as you closed your eyes and let your head lean on one of your shoulders.
He was getting high off the sight of you being in this position and drunk off the fact that it was because of him. He was the one causing you to whine when he pinched your skin particularly hard, it was him causing you to scoot your body closer and closer to his on the mattress.
Eunseok was sure he could’ve spent the rest of the night feeling you up. Being able to see something so beautiful so clearly was hypnotic. The way your head lulled from side to side, your chest raising and lowering, and occasional hitches in your breathing made Eunseok forget about his hardening dick that twitched and leaked precum on his thigh and lower stomach. Stopping was the furthest thing on his mind, he didn’t think he was capable of stopping. Even when your hands came back to his wrists he still ghosted the motions over your chest.
“Eunseok.” You whined.
He looked at your partially closed eyes and your furrowed eyebrows. You had an expression he didn’t know how to describe, but it reminded him of all the times you sat by him in class and complained about how badly you wanted food. You spoke with a pout, and brought his hands down to rest on your thighs. His hand was resting on the part of your body he was too scared to look past minutes ago. You guided his hand further down and Eunseok could feel the heat radiating off of you.
“Feel how wet I am.” You said.
Eunseok’s eyes widened again at your invitation. The fortitude he built from kneading your chest crumbled in an instant at the undiscovered territory of your inner thighs and what was between it. He palmed and squeezed at the soft skin of your inner thigh the same way he did with your chest, but this time it garnered a reaction of pouty lips and a small shake of your head.
For a moment Eunseok thought he was doing something wrong, he thought that he was about to add another experience to his list of embarrassments. But instead Eunseok watched you move your body closer to his as your pout and furrowed eyebrows deepened. You parted your wet and bitten lips after swallowing the spit that gathered in your mouth.
“Please.”
You begged. You didn’t ask him the same way you asked about a question on an assignment or what the prescription was on his thick lenses. You begged him with glassy eyes that looked ready to spill tears at any moment and a pathetic hold on his forearm that desperately wanted to push his hand further down. Eunseok decided in that moment of silence between another one of your whines that he was going to give you everything he had, even if he necessarily didn’t know what that meant yet. So he followed the warmth and the softness all the way to the sensitive bundle of nerves that sat at the top.
Instantly your grip on his forearm tightened. He watched your chest raise from the abrupt stimulation and your knees try to come together. Eunseok let out a shaky breath of his own before trailing his hand further down. He felt the wet stickiness with his middle finger before the rest of his hand followed. He took a peak down at his hand, trying to make sense of the lewd squelching that filled the air just by him playing with your chest. your other hand dug into the sheets and Eunseok started experimentally spreading your slick around in a circular motion with his middle finger and index finger. He was making a mess, feeling your fluttering hole he was sure was going to swallow his fingers any second.
He looked back to your face and you silent told him he was doing something right. You eyes were closed tight, nodding slightly each time he rubbed a particular way. He felt a new wave of warmth coat his fingers and you finally parted your lips to let the first moan fall out.
“Feels good.” You said.
Eunseok only hummed in response but he felt himself already getting lost. One part of him couldn’t stop touching you, but another part of him strays even further down the path. He feels your slick between his fingers, wet and sticky and more just keeps coming out for him. Your moans sound so sweet, the way you preen your body towards him makes him hungry. Eunseok needs a taste, he craves it and before he can even comprehend how he feels the urge to stick his face between your legs consumes him whole.
He looks up from his hands to your hazy eyes. You were looking down too, but in a split second you are holding burning eye contact. Eunseok didn’t know what he was doing when he pulled his hands away from your clit to stick his fingers into his mouth. He basked in the sight of your eyes widened in shock, the way your whole body froze as your foggy mind registered what he was doing. Your reaction made him want to keep going; for a reason he couldn’t quite explain he wanted to shock you more and more until you didn’t know what he was going to do next. So he took his fingers out of his mouth and put a hand to your chest, gently pushing you down while he also got lower.
Your chest raised in anticipation as you made it to your back and Eunseok was on his stomach between your legs. He still looked at you, one hand still on your chest while his other guided your legs to bend them further.
“Can I eat you out?” He asked.
His voice was hoarse, Eunseok realized that his throat was dry from his open mouthed sighs. He could also see so clearly how you went through the inner struggle of not wanting to push Eunseok further than he could go, but you also wanted relief so bad. Eunseok drove the point home that he wanted your relief arguably more than you did by kissing your inner thigh.
“Yes.” You breathed.
Eunseok could’ve cut the tension with a knife. For a split second after having your permission Eunseok remembered how inexperienced he was. He had never been in a situation like this, evident in the way he had to repeat the Can I in his initial question. You were intimidating even if Eunseok knew you were one of the nicest people he’s ever met. The atmosphere surrounding you was daunting, somedays so strong that Eunseok had to avoid your eye contact. The worst part was that you seemed to be so unaware of it too, how you were just so pretty it almost hurt him. It made the expectation Eunseok set for himself loom over you both, like a dark shadow behind your back that sat on his bed frame. He was determined to make you feel good, he just had to find out what that looked like.
“You can start out slow.” You say.
He hears your suggestion, far off in his mind he hears the kindness in your voice as you take his lack of experience into consideration. But when he sees the slick that still wets his fingers and the way you clench around nothing, everything else leaves his mind. Eunseok has tunnel vision, he can’t even spare an okay of acknowledgment before he presses a wet kiss to your slit.
“Wow.” Eunseok looks up to to see your wide eyes. He prays he’s doing the right thing when he kisses your cunt again and sticks his tongue as far as it will go into you. He’s rewarded with the visible reaction of your body loosening and a quick hand going to his hair. “Oh wow.” You repeat.
He hesitates before continuing, but he starts kissing your cunt to try and get another reaction from you. He alternates between your face, darting his eyes away when you periodically open your eyes to look at him.
Eunseok can feel his glasses start to fog again. The way he’s pushed into your heat causes the glasses to come up at an awkward angle, he can feel his large lens pressing into the apple of his cheek. He can’t bring himself to ask you to take off his glasses, or take a break from eating you out to put them on the bed next to him. He doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to miss the sight of your chest jumping when he hits the right spot or your eyes becoming more and more teary. This is something that Eunseok has to see as clearly as possible, cleaning his glasses after the fact is the least of his worries.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” You ask out of breath.
The strain of his dick started turning to an aching pain as he listened to your indirect compliment. Eunseok can tell you’re trying so hard to maintain your composure, but it’s lost when your thighs close around his head. He can feel his confidence increase by tenfold when your hand leaves his hair and grabs his. You hold it desperately over your stomach and slightly grind your hips into his mouth.
Even with everything muffled he could still hear your breathy moans clearly, bouncing around the walls of his room and his skull. Your hand tightened around his, and Eunseok used his hand that was underneath your thigh to push you upwards further into his mouth. Your stomach tensed underneath your joined hands and Eunseok could feel your legs twitch around his head. Without even realizing he started pressing his dick further to the mattress, looking for some relief in the form of friction. He moaned into your cunt from the feeling, earning another taste of slick coming from your clenching hole.
“You taste so good.” Eunseok answers.
He can’t even bring himself to pull away completely. He murmurs the words into your cunt, causing a wave of vibration that has you pressing your back further into the mattress.
“So pretty.” He continued.
Everything about you was so pretty it was unfair. You were the embodiment of the word, from your personality to your body that Eunseok couldn’t stop touching. You had the prettiest sounds slipping from your pretty lips, that only got louder and louder the messier Eunseok’s kisses got.
“Eunseok,” You pulled at his hand and he looked up to see your entire body reacting. “I’m close.” You moaned.
Nothing could stop Eunseok after he heard that. You were pretty even when you were on the verge of losing your mind, talking so sweet and quick to try and get the words out as fast as possible. Eunseok took the chance to let go of your thigh and wrap it around your leg. He found the sensitive bundle of nerves that made you jump the first time he touched you and pressed down on it. You both jumped at the same time, Eunseok felt your nails dig deep into the back of his hand. He kept going, alternating between pressing hard on the nub and rubbing it. When his touches became gently matching his kisses he saw you quickly nod your head.
“Just like that.” You whimpered.
So that’s what Eunseok did. He continued doing it just like that until your thighs closed even harder around his head and your breathy high-pitched moans turned to a prolonged one. He continued doing it just like that while your entire body seized up and he tasted another you on his tongue. He even continued to do it just like that while your legs twitched around his head and he heard unintelligible words fill the air.
He didn’t stop until your legs pulled away from the sides of his head and you started pulling his arm upwards. Eunseok reluctantly took his hands and mouth away from you and let you pull him up. He wasn’t even against your body completely before you lifted yours to kiss him.
He could still taste you on his tongue, then he felt you indulge in the taste as your tongue pushed past his lips. The kiss was messy, strings of your spit and slick kept your mouths together. Your hand went back to his hair and another went to his face to guide him the way you wanted to be kissed.
Eunseok tried to focus on the way your lips moved against his, but when he felt his already aching dick press against your thigh he had to pull away. Your lips detached with a wet sound, and Eunseok watched you try and figure out what was wrong. The problem was right underneath him, with a hand on his face and soft against the rest of his body. You were nothing like the mattress he was pressed against moments before, you were warm and gave Eunseok so much stimulation he was convinced he was going to explode then and there.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
Eunseok nodded even though it couldn’t have been further from the truth. His dick was aching and he needed to please you so bad he was convinced he was going to die from it. When you shifted underneath him he groaned and a hand went to your waist. He gripped you so hard it caused you to tense up. When Eunseok opened his eyes getting ready to apologize he saw that same smile across your face before you got on your knees for him.
“You’re so hard.” You said, still smiling.
Eunseok nodded again, this time letting his head hang pathetically low. He felt your leg grind against his dick and he ducked into the crook of your neck to moan. You continued rubbing your leg against his dick, and Eunseok started letting desperate whines and strains of moans into your skin. He could barely see, driven by your inhales and the churning feeling he got in his stomach. When you stopped moving your leg Eunseok’s urge to chase that feeling took control. He started grinding his dick against your leg, finding a slow drag that let him feel the most of your soft skin as possible.
He started huffing into the skin of your shoulder, filling the same space with hot air as he screwed his eyes shut. Eunseok knew he was close to losing it then and there until you pulled his head from the crook of your shoulder to look you in the eyes. Eunseok’s fogging glasses got in the way, but the obstruction was clear when your hand took them off. Eunseok blinked from the change in vision, but he focused on your lips to see the words fall from your lips.
“Do you want to have sex?” You asked.
“Yes.” Eunseok felt his dick twitch against your thigh. “I want to make you feel good.” He added quickly.
Eunseok saw you try and reach out from under him towards the other side of the bed. Eunseok followed your hand and saw your school supplies that were at some point pushed to the side you two didn’t occupy. He watched your hand try to grab your open backpack that was just out of reach. He brought it to you the rest of the way and saw your hand disappear into the bag. You felt around for a moment before presenting the blue foil packet of a condom.
“I wanna make you feel good too.” You said.
Eunseok went back on his haunches after grabbing the packet from your hands. He watched your eyes shamelessly stare at his hard dick, how it bobbed and twitched and almost looked angry. He opened the packet slowly, crumbling the foil in his hand without knowing where to put it. When you saw him look from side to side you held your hand in front of him. Eunseok gave you the trash.
He waited to put the condom on, wanting all your attention after you put the trash on his bedside table. He felt cocky having your attention, seeing the outline of your head focused on his hand and his dick. Without knowing if he was doing it right he slid the condom on slowly, and even went as far as pumping his length a few times. Eunseok believed he was hiding his inexperience well, or at the very least you were so excited that it didn’t matter anyway. All he knew was that he never got the chance to ask if it was on properly before you were pulling on him again so he could mount you.
When Eunseok was on top of you, you didn’t hesitate to grab his dick. A small part of him wanted to retreat back to the crook of your neck, but he wanted to look at you more than anything. So he fought through the instinct to close his eyes in bliss to stare look at you directly.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” You asked.
Eunseok shook his head, confused on how you expected him to form a coherent thought much less a response with the grip you had on his dick. He forgot about the rubber separating his bare skin from yours as you continued pumping him, cooing each time he groaned desperately.
“So nice to me even when I purposely annoy you.” Eunseok felt you tap the head of his dick against your cunt. Both of your bodies reacted the same way, hitched breaths and chests inching even closer together. “Always letting me copy off your work, too.” You add.
Eunseok felt you guide his dick to your entrance. He could already feel your hole clenching around nothing as he prodded it with his tip.
“So pretty.” Eunseok said.
He wished he could say more than the two words that he had to strangle out of his throat. He’d just have to save everything else he wanted to say for the future if he was lucky enough. You seemed to still understand the sentiment though, because the teasing smile you had turned into a sincere one before you kissed his forehead.
“Thank you, baby.” You said.
He felt you shimmy your body further down so his tip pressed past your slit. Even from the shallow penetration Eunseok already felt himself getting dangerously close to the edge.
But you were unfazed. You seemed to enjoy Eunseok already being so high-strung so quickly. He felt your hand on his shoulder blade, pressing gently to bring his body closer to yours. He felt your hole clench around him again, he was one push away from feeling you completely wrapped around him.
“Make me feel good.”
Eunseok pushed forward, feeling your tight walls contract around his dick before loosening completely. He slid in, all the way until his hips kissed yours. He fit perfect inside you, like two puzzle pieces coming together. You let out a weak moan, and Eunseok felt you pulse around him as you dug your nails into his shoulder blades.
“So big.” You said.
Eunseok was going to have an uncontrollable ego if you kept this up. He was also going to finish embarrassingly quick if you kept whimpering each time you tried moving your hips to get another shallow thrust. He had to tighten his grip on your waist to hold you in place, but even that didn’t stop you. Between your sounds, the squeezing, and your desperate need for more of him he didn’t stand a chance. He let his head hang low and his grip became bruising on your body.
“Please stop moving.” He moaned pitifully.
Instantly you stopped. You still whimpered the same, and your walls fluttered around his dick but he didn’t have to worry about you grinding your hips against his. He had no idea you were such a good listener.
“I need more.” You still did not move your hips. “Please give me more.” You whined.
Eunseok felt another wave of control over him at your plea. He drew his hips back, despite your body’s attempt to keep him inside. You sucked him back in with ease, and when you whined again Eunseok drove his hips forward a little faster.
“Give me more.” You repeated.
Eunseok held his breath and picked up the pace. He felt your legs rub against his body and before he knew it he had one over his arm. The new angle had you arching your back, and Eunseok felt the sweat return across his body. He started falling into a pace he wasn’t sure he himself could keep up with, but he became fixated on the pleasure he was in pursuit of. He looked you in your eyes, glassy and wet all because of him. He knew he was going to become a problem, fully enabled and fed by your reactions to him.
“You’re so hot and you don’t even know it.” You moaned.
Eunseok seemingly didn’t know anything. If he could give up everything else to know your ins-and-outs he would. He hoped he was on the right path with you now, that you liked the pace he set that caused your hips to smack against his.
“Can I kiss you?” Eunseok asked between thrusts.
You nodded your head before lifting it to his. Your lips collided hastily, abandoning technique in favor of messy contact. You tongues clashed and almost made Eunseok’s pace crumble. He was trying to do it all for you, to bring you the most pleasure he possibly could. He was getting dangerously close to his peak, terrified that you weren’t right there with him.
“I’m close.” He warned.
Eunseok felt your leg that he wasn’t holding wrap around his waist to keep him in place. You started lifting your hips to meet his thrusts, moaning at the feeling of Eunseok hitting deep inside of you.
“Cum for me, Eunseok.” You whimpered.
Eunseok’s hips faltered inside of you and he let out a final suppressed moan as he emptied into his condom. He felt his balls tighten and his dick twitch inside of you as your walls continued to squeeze him. It felt like you were taking everything he had in him, Eunseok lost his energy so fast his body he kept hovered over you pressed into yours. He laid his sweat head of your chest, breathing rapidly as he gave you the final spurts of his cum.
For awhile he had no thoughts in his head. He didn’t know anything, he wasn’t even sure if he was still in his room. But he was reminded of the sounds you made when he was between your legs and how you didn’t make those sounds yet. Almost instantly Eunseok lifted his body yours, looking down at you in horror. You had a smile on your face, like you already knew what he was going to say.
“Oh my God.” Eunseok’s voice was still weak as he looked down at you. “I’m so sorry.” He said.
You shook your head and pushed hair away from his face before kissing the bare skin of his forehead.
“Don’t worry about it.” You assured. Eunseok felt a full shiver go through his body as his dick slid out of you. The slimy latex of the condom still clung to his dick and the thought of taking it off almost made him shiver again. “I’m sure you’ll be able to make it up to me later, right?” You asked, reaching towards his condom.
Eunseok nodded, feeling that same heat span across his body again.
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