⋆⟢ you need help picking your first vibrator, luckily the cute sex shop worker is willing to help ♡
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ݁✿ softdom!nicho x sub!freader
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ݁✿ smut (mdni) ݁✿ divider
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁✽ cw: (implied) masturbation, strangers to ??, he uses a vibrator on you, eye contact, nicho is down bad, size difference, hand kink, semi-public, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: this ended up being wayyy longer than intended but i like it so might make a part 2 👀
✶⋆. it was a slow day for you. no work, no plans, no chores or errands to run. just the way you like it.
you had been walking down the street, one you drove past plenty of times but never actually paid much attention to.
there was an array of cute little shops, bookstores, cafés, and miscellaneous stores. your footsteps slow when you approach the place you’d been scared yet curious about.
you wish you could say you were mindlessly strolling with no actual destination in mind, but secretly you weren't…
the windows of the luxurious store in front of you displayed mannequins dressed in sexy dresses and meek lingerie, an 18+ sign hanging in between them — an invitation to something more.
at parties and drunk nights out, your friends were always so open about their sex lives, even the most personal ones. talking about the toys they used, the techniques they found were best to help pleasure themselves. while you were on the sidelines, nodding along even though you were clueless to their wondrous sounding experiences.
you have touched yourself before, and even tried fingering. but toys… oh, you had no idea of what that world entailed. which was how you found yourself wandering to the front of this shop.
you hesitate to reach for the door, before mustering the courage to push it open and force yourself inside. a little chime sounds as the heavy door swings open.
the front of the store had racks and elegant displays of the sensual clothing they sold. they were cute, some with stripes and bows others with bold and edgy designs. you guessed the toys were in the back somewhere.
this store was a little more high end than most you've seen. it was clean and had a delicate, lavish interior. soft sensual music was flowing from speakers, making the experience feel more expensive and sensual.
a mop of blonde hair and welcoming eyes peered at you over a small shelf of pretty collars. “welcome in!” a deep, pleasant voice sounded out from near the check out, greeting you as if you just walked into a coffee shop.
before you had time to respond, they disappeared. the store was pretty empty, in fact you were probably the only customer there. of course no one would be at a sex store this early in the day, especially in your quaint little town.
you pace pass the lingerie and accessories straight to the back of the store, a wide array of toys breaching your sight… there were so many.
some small and some impossibly huge. you were definitely starting small. some were so weird and bizarre, you couldn’t even remember what you were looking for.
“finding everything okay?”
that soft but friendly voice reached your ears again, surprising you in your bewildered stupor. a tall man with soft features and warm eyes stood next to you, hands resting on his hips, awaiting a response.
his nametag introduced him as nicholas. he was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, looking all too casual, but also stylish, to work at a place like this. then again it seemed like a slow day.
“yeah, I was just checking it out.”
his lips turned up into a warm smile,“were you interested in our sale on panties? right now it’s 4 for $20, including a top of your choice.”
“no thank you, I already have some at home” your blunt statement made you want to run away, but it only widened his smile, teeth gleaming knowingly. you felt heat rush to your cheeks and muttered, “…uhm I was actually wondering about the toys.”
he perked up and rubbed his hands together. “oh really? what were you wondering about?” his eyes were so attractive. he was attractive actually. towering over you, eager to be your aide in something so intimate.
you bit your lip, embarrassed to admit that you've never used a vibrator before. especially to a man — and one you've never even met before. but it was his job, right? and he seemed friendly enough.
you chuckled nervously, “well… please don't laugh at me. I”ve never used a toy before and was curious about it… do you have any recommendations…?”
his attentive gaze made you nervous, an amused flash in his eyes. even more nervous when you realize that you’d asked him for recommendations like it was a book or something.
he laughed, the soft noise making your heart flutter. “well I saw you looking at this one,” he pointed to a colorful dildo, it's shape large and tentacle-y. “that's probably not what you wanna be trying for your first time. nor this one.” he gestured to one the size of his arm. “what were you thinking?”
you kept laughing, trying to act cool and collected like an insanely attractive man wasn’t in front of you right now talking about gigantic sex toys. “definitely something beginner. like a vibrator.”
“any special features you wanted it to have? we have so many”
fuck, there’s different kinds? “um, i'm not sure, something simple”
“nice. that’s what i thought.” he lead you farther to the back of the store, past more odd looking sex contraptions. he stopped in front of another wide rack only covered in vibrators this time.
“here they are. let me know if you need anything else or have more questions.”
before he could walk away you practically pleaded him to stay, “wait…can you help me?? sorry, i just have no idea what im doing.”
he smirked, exhilerated, almost like he anticipated you asking him to stay. a sweet “yeah of course” fell from his lips. "can i ask a personal question, if you don't mind?"
"sure, what is it?" you breathed, looking up at him through you eyelashes.
"how sensitive are you?" your heart beat sped up. you swear his voice dropped an octave, sounding rough and thick with a light desire.
goosebumps erupted over your skin, face heating up at his intense stare, making you quickly turn to the display of vibrators. "moderately." your voice cracked as you replied, "i wouldn't say i'm crazy sensitive, but i do get… turned on easily, i guess..."
he simply nodded, lips pouted in thought — so pretty and pink. he gulped, adams apple bobbing in his throat. "alright. that's good—good to know… so we know what to look for."
he reached for a vibrator in front of you, heat radiating off his body as he stretched in front of you. he swiftly plucked a pink bullet vibrator the size of his finger from its hook.
“this one is known for being a good beginner vibe. it has all your standard settings and feels really good from what i've heard. did you want to look at this one?” he stood directly in front of you, holding it out.
he was so distractingly hot, a strand of his hair nothing short of a foot away from you… he smelled good too, like mild florals and sweet berries.
“look at it?” you repeated. you took it in your hand, turning it over and reading the description and its promises, face heating up and feeling his heated stare on your expression.
“yeah…” he observed as you apprehensively gazed at the packaging. “here,” he gently took the toy from you, long and slim fingers brushing yours gently, deliberately.
he guided you to a small office in the back, a tall set of locked drawers near the door. he'd left the door wide open, probably expecting a quick exchange of words between customer and clerk.
even the employee office was fancy. looking in pristine condition as if it's cleaned constantly. you leaned over his figure as he unlocked a drawer, catching sight of two desks adorning computers and lovely, ornate stationary; very organized and looking brand new.
nicholas pulled another pink bullet out and held it up, "this one is charged." he set the other vibrator down and took the charged one out of its small box and plastic casing. “we can test it out together if you want.”
your heart pounded in your chest. test it out? was he crazy? yet the idea made you throb in your panties, thighs twitching to squeeze together. “w-what?”
he laughed and gently took hold of your wrist, hand gliding up under your hand, making your palm face up. the sight of his big hand contrasting yours directly made your breath hitch.
“to see if it’s to your comfort.” he switched on the toy to its lowest setting with his free hand, a soft vibrating sound ringing in the empty space. the way it vibrated in his strong grip only made you wetter. and he noticed it.
he tried to ignore it from the start, but soon realized how he'd been putting on a show for you blindly.
his long fingers tracing over the toys displayed, and even now, playing with the bullet vibe in his hand and secretly imagining you using it later knowing he touched it. and he wanted it. he wanted you to want him, even if it meant only a part of him.
it was a little pathetic and depraved to think that way, but he saw it in your eyes too. you wanted that as well. it was in the way you leaned into him when he spoke, how you tilted your head with that look in your eye.
you must've been drooling at the sight because he laughed and ever so lightly squeezed your hand, bringing you out of your ogling. "nothing scary, don't worry." your eyes roved from his hand to his dark, unwavering gaze. he gestured to your hand, “ready?”
you settled your hand into his hold immediately, surprised at your own compliance to him, despite him not even commanding anything of you.
biting his lip, he brought the vibe to your palm, the tip thrumming against your soft skin. you stared as he traced small circles over your palm, him leaning forward slightly to get a better view of your reaction. “that feel good?”
you nodded, feeling your skin flush and breath quicken. whispering, “yeah…”
“do you wanna try a different one or is this one good?” his voice was notably deeper and coated in something hard yet subservient.
you heaved a heavy, shaky sigh, “no, this’ll do.”
“you want me to show you how it works?” his voice sounded rougher now, cautious and heavy. somehow his face ended up so close to yours, soft-looking lips just a breath away. he had you backed up against the desk, thighs brushing his. his voice coaxed you, pulled you in deeper.
the strong feeling of desire was too mutual, too understood to be denied at this point. you both looked at each other, hoping nothing would break the small space you invented. you breathed, "yes"
his eyes seemed to twinkle as he asked permission once again, "do you trust me?"
you nodded, looking up at him. "yes…please just touch me."
he stepped closer, if that was even possible, and slid his large hands up the sides of your thighs, feeling and rubbing. his touch was so gentle, almost like he was afraid to touch you. but he did it anyway. it's what you asked of him of course. "this okay?"
"mn" you moaned in confirmation while his hands found their way to your waist, lifting you onto the desk. "do you do this with all your customers?"
he laughed and looked down, admiring his hold on your hips. "no. just the pretty ones who wander in here asking for my help."
"so all of them then?"
getting down to his knees, his eyes were locked on yours, spreading your legs apart. "no, baby." his thumb stroked your hip gently, his touch and the nickname making you feel dizzy already. "just you."
he tugged your skirt off, leaving you in just your panties. he grinned and raised his eyebrows as he noticed the design. "hey, these are from the store. how come i've never seen you in here?"
you shrugged and leaned back on your elbows, "a girl can't shop online?"
he carefully traced his fingertips along the lacey hem. "well thank god i'm alive to see them on you…." his muttering quickly darkened, gaze glued to your clothed cunt, making you wetter under his hard stare.
"please…" it felt pathetic to whimper like this, but you could tell he was holding back.
he quickly realized the effect the noises you made had on him, making him twitch in his pants. his breath hitched as he felt your hand on his arm, pulling him closer. "are you ready?"
"yes. nicholas, please." you couldn't believe how desperate and needy you were sounding for a man you just met.
"nicho" he corrected you, picking up the vibrator and turning it on. "we'll start with the lowest setting, is that alright?" god, the way he looked on his knees in front of you, eyes looking up at you and bending at your wish.
"that's fine." you gulped, nervous, the reality of the situation hitting you. the office door was wide open, inviting sunlight and anyone who could possibly pass by. you were trusting this random sex shop employee with such a vulnerable thing. yet, the way he looked at you made you never want to leave him.
he nodded his head and pressed the toy against your clothed clit, the ripples making you lose composure immediately. your thighs squeezed together at the unfamiliar thrum against your clit.
nicho glanced up at you and promptly pushed your legs apart, "does this feel good?"
what a stupid question, you thought. of course it felt good. the reassuring squeeze of his hand on your hip and sweet, percepive gaze never leaving you. you wouldn't change a thing.
"more."
"are you su-"
"please."
you practically whined, begging for more. in all honesty you wanted him to touch you, to feel his fingers, mouth, something. but that would be asking too much.
he switched the vibe to the medium setting, the buzzing growing louder and pulsing faster on your cunt.
" fuck, you're so wet…" he chuckled and rubbed a finger over the wet patch on your panties, making your hips jerk. the feel of his big hands spreading you open and the overwhelming buzzing from the vibe made you feel close.
your legs started to shake, gripping his hand that held down your stomach lightly. "nicho, i'm close. fuck im so close."
nicholas pushed the vibe into your clit and began rubbing circles in at a steady pace. his ministrations making your cunt drool and feel like it's on fire.
his breathing was heavy on your sweaty skin, hot and close. "go ahead. you can do it. cum like a good girl."
that made you break. whole body tensing and shaking while your orgasm washed over you. cries and moans left your throat as ripples of pleasure surged through you, back falling on the desk.
tears filled your eyes as he retracted the vibrator, leaving you a quivering, wet mess on the desk.
he took a deep breath as he observed your face, despite your heated, pulsating cunt right in front of his face. he stood up a little, brushing hair out of your face and stroking your knee, making the moment all too intimate. but he had to know you were okay.
"was that good?" his pupils were dilated and heavy and you noticed how hard he had gotten in his jeans, creating noticable bulge in the rough denim. you weakly nodded, still trembling from the aftershocks of the intense orgasm.
he smiled softly, "looked like it felt good." his dark gaze roved down to your ruined panties. he paused, nervously waiting for your reaction.
the door was still open, sounds of passing cars drifting to the office. you didn't care though, too lost on the pleasure he was giving you.
you lifted your head, your glassy, droopy eyes pleading for him. "please, nicho. keep going."
his eyes widened slightly. "yes, ma’am …if that's what you want." he moved your panties to the side, still enthralled by seeing them on you. his tongue darted out to wet his lips, it taking everything in him to not just devour your glistening cunt.
he reached over to a box of unstocked toys underneath the desk and pulled out a packaged hitachi wand, the size of the box alone making your heart skip a beat.
he noticed your uncertain stare as he pulled the big wand out, checking if it was charged. he called out your name softly, "don't be nervous." he brushed the head of the wand over your inner thigh. "does it feel okay?"
a shuddering exhale left you while you nodded, frowning. you were doomed. "it feels a little rough…but let's try it" your whimpered as he hovered it your clit.
"it's really strong too, but you can take it can't you, baby?" his eyes were soft yet demanding, driving you crazy with all the questions he was asking you.
while he was pulling your drenched panties down your legs, you nodded desperately. the sight of your leaking cunt had him practically drooling.
he quickly dropped to his knees again, spreading your legs open, the feel of his hands moving to encompass your hips making you shiver.
the smell of your arousal clouded his mind with desire, pupils eclipsing the soft brown from before. he hesitantly brought his finger to your puffy clit, softly stroking in awe. he purred and cooed at your cunt and sighed, "you're so sensitive here"
his deep voice made your mind turn to mush, gentle and attentive. "try not to cum so fast this time, okay baby?" he switched on the wand, pressing the head on your inner thigh to see your reaction. he chuckled softly as you gasped at the harsh buzzing on your skin. "this is the lowest setting by the way."
nicho slowly moved the head around your clit, admiring the way your cunt twitched and leaked. he groaned deeply when he heard you whine for him, sweetly begging him to use it on you. he subconsciously kissed your thigh, too lost in your pleasure to notice.
suddenly the rough, vibrating head pressed against your clit, making you arch your back and tilt your head back, whimpering at the overstimulating feeling.
"aww you're still so sensitive, huh?" he laughed but your eyes were tearing up, hips writhing as you tried your hardest to not finish too soon, feeling the burning hot need to orgasm immediately.
he continued to press kisses to your thigh, "remember, don't cum. okay, sweetheart? can you be a good girl and do that for me?"
you wished he'd shut up honestly. his honeyed words were only bringing you closer.
you moaned loudly, torso quivering and head thrashing. the aggressive vibrations on your clit were driving you to insanity, making you feel like your core was on fire.
he rubbed the wand in tight, fast circles on your clit. a moan ripped from your mouth so loud you covered your mouth with your hand.
nicho quickly took your hand away, holding it with his thumb rubbing over the soft skin. "don't do that. it's just you and me here, i promise. no one will hear you but me."
you bit your lip, mind hazy from the overwhelming, aching feeling of needing to cum. but he kept his relentless gaze on you, noting how you started to shake when you were close, pussy gushing each time before he gently rang out that harsh reminder, "don't cum yet"
he reveled in the way your wet cunt convulsed around nothing. there was a sudden shift when he brought your legs to rest on his shoulders, giving him a better view.
his gaze grew droopy, drunk on the pleasure he was giving you. "you're so pretty" he whined suddenly, the sound making you thrash even more.
your whole body shook, chest heaving and mind at battle, trying to control your orgasm. your teary vision caught sight of nicholas, eyes glued to your cunt before meeting yours.
he smirked wickedly as he pressed a few delicate kisses to your clit. he rubbed the head of the wand up and down your wet cunt, wet noises sputtering and echoing in the spotless office. "you like it sweet? hmm, you like it sweet like that?"
the whirring head dipped inside of your wet warmth. your head flew back at the unfamiliar feeling, velvet walls convulsing. wet noises sounded in the room as he began moving it in and out, biting his lips in focus.
"you were so curious about these toys, yeah? needed me to help you?" his sardonic tone as he growled made your eyes roll back and panting pick up. "you wandered in here all clueless, i just knew you needed me."
your whimpers grew louder and more needy, "nicho, please…ah~i need it so bad." your whole body was on fire, trembling with need and desperation.
"please, nicho. please i'm so close." your nails dug into his arm, hard enough to make him moan in pain and pleasure against your sensitive clit before pulling back.
the buzzing head suddenly reached deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. the deep vibrations made you closer than ever, making your cunt pulse crazily. he pulled it out and massaged it over your swollen clit, the intense sensation making you thrust your hips up chasing the painful, merciless buzz.
just when you thought he'd make you wait again, that sweet sounding coax dripped from his pretty lips, "yeah, cum like that. cum for me, sweetheart. that's it, cum for me."
you barely had time to register his words when your body immediately jolted, eyes rolling back as your second intense orgasm rushed through your veins. he only moaned watching as you feel the climax so ardently.
nicholas still had the vibe pressed on your throbbing clit, the rough vibrations ripple through you while you still tried to come down from the shocking tremors of your orgasm. he shushed and calmed you, rubbing along your shaking thighs.
you tried to push his hand and the wand away, vocals alternating between laughing and moaning. "ah~ nicho, stop! stop!" despite loving how broken you sounded when overstimulated, he pulled the toy away with a playful gleam in his lustful eyes.
you lay there on the desk for a moment, collecting yourself. nicho watched. observing the way your necklace shifted over your chest and collarbone with every deep breath you took. the way your fragrant perfume went from smelling fresh to raw -- you; sweat and euphoria sticking to the scent, making it sickly sweet. addicting.
despite hardly being touched the entire time, his skin was just as flushed as yours. breathing just as staggered, brain just as mushy. it wouldn't surprise him if he came in his pants and didn't even register it.
his heavy-lidded gaze admired you, resting his cheek on your thigh, forgetting how out of bounds that might be. how intimate. but it felt right. "how are you feeling?" his voice was rough and slightly whiny, music to your ears.
your eyes were closed still, head lolling towards him. "mmn good."
he lifted his head from your warm skin, eager to leave a kiss behind. "so….what're we thinking?" he jokingly referred to the original purpose of your trip here. "what are you getting, sweetheart?"
the pretty nickname made your heart skip a beat and stomach twist giddly. you shuddered and weakly laughed, "there's so many options. didn't even get to try them all." you bit your lip and peered at him anxiously, at his reaction to your suggestion.
he raised his eyebrows before getting up and standing in between your legs, now towering over your shaking figure, tenderly stroking hair out of your face. eyes now soft and bright, they never left your face. "maybe next time."
the sound of the bell chiming made both your heads turn, pausing for a sound. nicholas went to the doorway and shouted, "welcome in, i'll be there in just a minute." he shut the door and looked at you, smirking knowingly. "talk about bad timing."
nicholas took you to the unsullied, fancy employee bathroom and cleaned you off with the fancy towels.
you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes roamed over your body as he followed the towel with an admiring gaze. different than before. like he was worried about forgetting what you looked like and wanted to memorize every inch to his core.
you ended up buying the pale pink bullet. how could you not buy anything? especially after the highly rewarding service provided.
both you and nicho couldn't stop sneaking giddy smiles at the register while he rang you up. blissful eyes playing tag before finally meeting in a giggly unification.
he scribbled something on an expensive looking notepad and threw a pretty, satin bow-wrapped box in the bag along with the vibrator.
his fingers brushed yours when he passed you the bag, whispering "open it when you get home."
and you did. you had excitedly sped walked home, wanting to open his gift according to his wishes. trying to calm your heartbeat, you got comfortable before opening his gift.
inside the fancy box was the matching top to the panties he made you ruin earlier. on a dusty pink note he had put his phone number and in cute handwriting it read:
i meant what i said when it was just you i'd done this kind of thing with. send me a pic with the full set on pretty please♡
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: every time I opened the document for the free use jake fic i got anxious for some reason, so I wrote this instead 😭 it's coming soon though trust
riki (mauss, nishimura, takayama...) ⓘ munch!riki you're needy he is really sweet unprotected sex lots of petnames creampie
skye! after several weeks of writer's block, i finally could make something useful! it was supposed to be a maki fic, but @nichozzystuffs suggested to make it a "riki" fic because it suits them well and here it is <3
the bedroom was a sanctuary of soft fabrics and pastel colors, but right now, you were a trembling mess of need.
you lay sprawled across the mattress, clutching a mountain of plushies to your chest—squishy bears, long cats, and soft bunnies acting as a fluffy barrier between you and the big buffy man hovering over you.
riki looked down at you with those gentle, adoring eyes, a small, patient smile playing on his lips. he could see the way your hips were twitching, the way your breath was coming in shallow needy hitches. you wanted him—you wanted him desperately—but you were too shy to move your hoard of stuffed animals.
“are you feeling a bit impatient, sweetheart?” riki whispered, his voice like velvet.
you let out a small, pathetic whimper, squeezing a large teddy bear tighter against your breasts. “just… just want you, ki,” you gasped, your voice strained with arousal.
riki chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. he didn’t just shove the toys aside; that wouldn’t be his way. he knows how important each one of them are for you. instead, he leaned down, his face inches from the first plushie.
“excuse me, mr. pickles,” riki murmured politely, gently grasping the teddy by its arm. “i’m very sorry to disturb your nap, but i need to get to my girlfriend.” with a careful movement, he set the bear aside on the nightstand.
you let out a shaky breath, your toes curling into the sheets. the sheer politeness of it, contrasted with the hunger you could see simmering in his gaze made your clit throb.
“and you, little whiskers,” he continued, his fingers brushing against the soft fur of the stuffed bunny. “forgive me, but you’re in the way of something really important.” he tucked the bunny neatly at the foot of the bed.
one by one, riki systematically cleared the path. he apologized to every single plushie, his tone sweet and sincere, while his eyes remained locked on yours, darkening with intent. by the time the last plushie was moved, you were completely exposed, your legs draped open and your damp heat radiating into the cool air.
“there we go,” riki whispered, his voice dropping an octave. “now there’s nothing left to stop me.
he didn’t waste another second, sliding down the bed, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips with a sudden, firm possessiveness.
he parted your legs wide, exposing your glistening, swollen folds to the light. you were dripping, your pussy leaking a steady stream of arousal that coated your inner thighs.
“you’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he praised, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “did you miss me that much?”
before you could answer, riki buried his face between your legs. his tongue lashed out in one long, wet stroke, licking from your perineum all the way up to your clit.
you arched your back, a loud, needy moan ripping from your throat. “ki! ngh~~” you sobbed, your fingers digging into the mattress.
he didn’t stop, lapping at you with rhythmic, greedy strokes, his tongue flat and broad as he soaked your pussy in saliva. he focused his attention on your clit, swirling his tongue around the engorged nub, flicking it rapidly until you were shaking. he sucked the small pearl of flesh into his mouth, pulling it with a gentle suction that sent electric shocks straight to your core.
you were completely undone, your hips bucking wildly against his face. riki hummed against you, the vibration of his throat sending fresh waves of pleasure through your nerves. he used his fingers to spread your lips wider, diving in deeper with his tongue, probing the entrance of your tight hole while continuing to tease your clit.
“you’re so sweet, honey,” he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled by your wetness.
he increased the pace, his tongue working in a blur of friction and moisture. he licked you faster and harder, his suction becoming more intense. you felt the pressure building, a tight coil of tension snapping in your gut.
“k-ki… i’m gonna—!”
riki didn’t let up. he used his thumbs to press firmly into your hips, holding you still so he could devour you completely. he sucked your clit one last time, hard and deep, and you exploded. your walls clamped down around nothing, your body shuddering in a violent, toe-curling orgasm that left you gasping for air.
as the waves of pleasure slowly receded, riki didn’t pull away immediately. he lingered, giving you a few more soft, lingering licks to clean up your juices, before looking up at you with a sweet, triumphant and slick smile.
“i hope the plushies don’t mine,” he whispered, kissing your inner thigh. “because i plan on doing that again.”
riki didn’t move from between you legs, his face still glistening with your cream. he looked up at you, his expression a mixture of pure adoration and a hunger that hadn’t been fully sated.
while you were still floating in the afterglow, your breath coming in ragged gasps, he could see the way your thighs were still trembling, the way your pussy was still clenching and leaking.
“you’re so beautiful when you’re cumming, sweetheart,” he said, voice thick.
he didn’t give you time to recover, shifting his weight and sliding his body up to yours until he was hovering over you, his chest brushing against your sensitive nipples. he captured your lips in a deep, slow kiss, his tongue dancing with yours while his hand slid down to find your clit again.
the moment his fingers touched your swollen nub, you let out a sharp, needy cry. your arms flying to his shoulders so you could sink your nails into the flesh. you were hypersensitive, every touch feeling like a bolt of electricity.
riki noticed the reaction and chuckled, his thumb beginning to circle your clit in a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm.
“still so needy, baby,” he murmured against your lips. “think we need to make sure you’re completely spent, sweetheart.”
he shifted again, guiding his hard cock to the entrance of your soaking wet hole. he didn’t plunge in immediately, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit and the opening of your pussy, smearing your juices across his length. you arched your back, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him closer.
“please, ki… now… need you now,” you whimpered, voice breaking.
with a soft, loving smile and a peck to your lips, he pushed inside. he entered you in one slow, steady glide, filling you completely. you let out a long, shaky moan, your internal muscles clamping tightly around his girth. he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the fullness, his forehead resting against yours.
“feel so tight… so warm,” he groaned, his composure finally cracking.
he began to move, starting with shallow, teasing thrusts that barely penetrated, just enough to friction against your most sensitive spots. each time he pulled back, you whimpered, begging for more. then, he drove deep, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the quiet room.
the friction was intense. riki focused on the angle, tilting his hips so that with every thrust, he was grinding his pubic bone directly against your clit. the combination of the internal stretching and the external pressure was overwhelming. you were clawing at his back, your nails digging into his skin as you chased the peak.
“that’s it, baby… take it all, it’s yours,” riki encouraged, his voice a low growl. he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, and more rhythmic. he was no longer the polite boy who apologized to your plushies; he was a man possessed by the need to make you scream.
you felt the tension building again, faster and more violently than before. your vision began to blur, and the only thing in the world was the feeling of riki filling you and the friction of his skin against yours. you were on the precipice, your breath hitching in your throat.
“ki… again…”
“cum for me, sweetheart. give it all to me, yeah?” he urged, his voice strained.
he delivered three final, devastatingly deep thrusts, bottoming out inside you and griding his weight firmly agaisnt your clit. the trigger was enough. you exploded in a violent, crashing orgasm that felt like a tidal wave.
your walls pulsed and squeezed his cock in rhythmic spasms, your entire body shaking with the intensity of the release.
riki let out a guttural groan, his own climax triggered by the tight grip of your orgasm. he thrust one time, burying himself as deep as possible, and let out a loud moan as he came, filling you with hot, thick spurts of cum.
he collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy and synchronized with yours. he stayed buried inside you, savoring the feeling of your muscles slowly relaxing around him.
summary: having a puppy crush on one of your regulars is definitely not for the weak. you learned that the hard way when you catch hange zoë, the tall and attractive scientist, together with a pretty blonde the same day you planned on asking them out.
pairing: scientist!hange zoë x fem!barista!reader
tags: 18+ MDNI / workplace breakdowns / mikasa saves the day / slightly jealous!hange / mild angst / reader talks to herself / thigh riding / messy make-outs / afab hange / voyeurism / light dirty talk / levi and onyankopon appearance! / hange & reader r both horny asf! / praising / oversplaining hange and reader / titplay / wc: 9,939
part one
"You did what?"
If only your mother was right there to judge Mikasa's disappointed-mother look, she would've given Mikasa five gold stars. From the wide stretch of her eyes to the shock and disbelief dripping from her voice.
You bend over the bar counter, pressing your forehead to your arms which you had stacked on top of the smooth wooden surface. You couldn't look into your part-timers' eyes for any longer than you did. It made you feel like a teenager again, confessing to them how you just kissed one of your cafe regulars—your long-time puppy crush; the one in love with a pretty blond—on the cheek after a supposed friendly date.
Mikasa's definitely disappointed. She would've been happy for you if not for the information previously shared that Hange is in a relationship. Connie's confused but definitely amazed at your sheer audacity. He was the only one that offered you a consoling fist-bump anyways.
You don't think Sasha would have much reaction to this news of yours. She would definitely be happy for you no questions asked, probably suggest a restaurant you and Hange could dine in. That sweet, innocent girl. Unfortunately she’s not clocking in for the morning rush.
"Look—I didn't plan on kissing them on the cheek," you say, tilting your head so your cheek rests on the skin of your arm. "It was like... I don't know—just happened in the heat of the moment?" Your voice came out mumbled and soft, like a child about to get scolded for doing something stupid yet awfully pleasant.
"In the—"
"What did they say after?" Mikasa butts in, leaving Connie to glare at her for cutting him off the third time that morning. "Did they push you away or anything?"
The grey-haired semi-shaved man rolls his eyes, "Better yet, how'd you get to kiss them? Aren't they freakishly tall?"
You stand back up, leaning your hip to the counter as you cross your arms. Your bottom lip slips in between your teeth. "They... well, they bended down for me."
"And?" Miche prompts, appearing from the backroom.
"I was ready to apologize and run away but... y'know, they, uhh—they kissed me back." You turn your head away fast, receiving that loud, baffled, disbelieved yell of What?! from all three employees of the cafe.
"You're joking."
"Didn't you say they have a girlfriend?"
"Ha! Nice one.”
The three of them had their own respective reactions. Miche being the one to pat you on the back like a close friend, eyes wrinkled up at the end.
Mikasa comes closer to you, taking a worried sip of her coffee, “Boss, are you sure?”
“Yes, Mikasa, I’m sure they pulled me to them and kissed me for–what, like five minutes straight. Believe it or not, some people do want to kiss me.”
Your voice came out way more aggressive than you had intended to. It was definitely the lack of sleep from thinking about this whole ordeal the entire night. You and your pint of double dutch ice cream–that was now long gone in the dumpster–getting it on with a fresh episode of Scandal playing in the background.
“Fuck… I’m sorry, Mika’ I didn’t mean to sound that way. I’m such a fucking asshole.” You throw your arms around her shoulders, voice softening apologetically.
She rubs your back consolingly. The cautiousness in her words and the way she spoke your name now clear. “It’s okay, I understand you.” You pull away from her and search her face. “I promise, boss. I took no offense.”
“I don’t understand what’s the big fuss over this,” Miche pops his hips out, his hands stacked on top of the mop. “Was there something going on between you two?”
That very question has you slapping your palm to your forehead.
God–of course, Miche knows about this little crush of yours.
He knows you find Hange very fucking attractive, he knows you daydream about them during work; what he definitely doesn’t know, though, was how you have already planned your future with Hange.
If he knew, Miche would’ve talked some sense into you right then and there.
There’s a reason he’s married, you know.
“There wasn’t going on between us,” you answer him, albeit against your will.
He claps his hands together, “Oh, then nice. They kissed you back,” you, Mikasa, and Connie looked at him with a singular seriously? expression. One that has his nose scrunching just slightly. “What?”
“Hange has a girlfriend, Miche,” Connie says awkwardly, his hand moving up to scratch the back of his head.
“Oh.”
At that very moment, you wished–with all of your lucky stars–that the wooden panels under your feet give out and just swallow you into nothingness.
They don’t, unfortunately.
“That’s bad,” Miche recovers after a few seconds of Connie’s dumbstruck stare. Not really helping. “Yeah, it is pretty fucking bad,” he repeats, your name leaving his mouth like a disappointed brother. “Y’think they’re gonna tell their girlfriend about it or no…?”
Fuck. He’s right.
What if Hange tells their girlfriend about you kissing them on the cheek and she comes down the shop–and fucking slaps you clean across your face?
What if Hange witnesses that and says nothing? Not even a simple explanation, or accountability at least for pulling you in and kissing you back!
God, the mere thought of it aggravates you. So much so that you’re thinking about how hard it’d be to burn a science laboratory without burning the entire building down. Not much, probably? Or maybe if I just don’t hit the–
“Boss? You there?” Connie’s voice infiltrates your ears. His eyes mold into wide innocent circles as he waves his arm, hoping to snap you out of it. “We’re opening in thirty minutes…”
You take one deep breath in. Three pairs of eyes look at you curiously, watching you with patience as they wait for your word. You tilt your head up, stretching your lips into a tight smile, nodding encouragingly. “Let’s do this then. Just another day at the cafe, right?”
“Right!” Connie and Mikasa reply back with the same enthusiasm you had. Overshadowing Miche’s already-tired “Yes boss.”
They immediately disperse into their respective stations.
Mikasa’s back on the cashier, Miche’s brewing his second mug of coffee while Connie double-checks with him the stocks of milk, syrups, equipment, and other necessary things they’d neatly organized earlier that morning. You go around the empty cafe, making sure each table’s clean and the chairs’ aligned.
It was quite an easy morning pre-opening prep for you considering that there were a lot of you there. Whenever schedules were tough, you usually only had yourself and Miche managing the cafe; you manned the cashier while Miche made the orders, as per usual.
You walk over to the glass doors. The beat of your heart loud against your chest as you search for their face amongst the prim and proper working men and women standing outside the cafe, waiting patiently for you to flip that closed sign to open.
Who were you kidding though–you’re not going to find Hange within those prim and proper people.
They’d always be messy; their hair all over the place, top wrinkled, one leghole of their pants usually tucked inside of their shoe. You honestly don’t understand why, though you usually chalk it up to them not really being a morning person. Nevertheless, you loved that about them. So raw, so authentic, so… them.
If only they didn’t have a girlfriend then maybe you’d have a gazillion butterflies inside your stomach right now and not that headache-inducing guilt currently in it right now.
The moment you flip the sign and pull open the glass door, your lips easily stretch on a warm smile as a choir of good mornings fill your ear.
In no more than ten minutes, the second cashier–the one you now operated–is now open to accommodate the unbelievable number of customers. Both Miche and Connie work double-time, calling out orders and smoothly working around each other in completing the drinks. They were just as efficient as you and Mikasa with the registers.
You recognize a few of the other regulars as they come by. The elderly man who usually orders a cup of steaming hot black coffee and a hearty lemon blueberry cheese danish muffin to bring home for his wife; the platinum-haired yoga-set-wearing woman that always always buys a medium spiced dirty chai; the college student with a weirdly thick bowl-cut who orders a spanish latte with extra cream foam on top. The list, clearly, can go on for a while.
However, the only regular you’ve been hoping–dreading–to see is yet to appear.
“Seen them yet?” Mikasa asks quietly, slender fingers tapping on the screen.
You shake your head, “Not yet. How many customers you got?”
“I’ve ten already… there’s five more on my line I think–give it a second then you can tap your card on it,” Mikasa’s eyes disappear into crescents as she flashes a sweet smile at the posh-looking man in front of her.
He smiles at her, following as she’d instructed. The message of a five-dollar tip appears on her screen. “Thank you so much! Your name’ll be called to the side.” She hands him his receipt before giggling with you.
“Hi. One large black tea, please. Hot. To-go.”
Gently, your gaze lifts to find a rather familiar face.
Medium height, black hair, sunken eyes, a no-nonsense look… You definitely remember a face like that from–right!
He was the one pushing Hange away from you!
The one that–
“If you’re looking for Hange, they’re not with me,” he speaks up again, that same monotonous voice you could remember from yesterday. You try to stammer out a response, somewhat caught off-guard at how direct he was, only he beats you to it, “They don’t have a teaching class today at the university. So, I’m not quite sure where four-eyes is.”
Some kind of sound escapes you, something like a laugh that sounds more like a choking hog. “Oh… that’s, uh, that’s unfortunate.” He huffs subtly, though his features maintain that stoicness. Still, you try to act unbothered, plastering on a smile. “Name please?”
“Levi,” he answers, gently tapping his card on the terminal.
You cap your marker back, “Great! You can wait at the side, Levi.”
He watches your every move. The way you quickly step to the side to put his cup along the line of cups waiting by the bar. You’d hoped that he’d not be in front of you by the time you got back but he still is. Unfortunately.
“Hange does have work in the laboratory though so there’s that.”
You freeze. Their name is almost like a trigger word for you, and this guy probably knows that too because there’s that very, very slight raise on the corner of their mouth. Tightening that same smile on your lips, you nod at him, “Y’know what, I’ll have your tea rushed, Levi. Give me a sec.”
“Perfect.”
The morning rush had passed, lunch time blasted through quickly, the after-work drinks and refreshments were drained and even still, your tall, brunette scientist is nowhere to be found.
You’d let Miche manage the closing shifts while you zeroed out the register and double-checked the receipts.
Yes, you had asked Mikasa to keep the second copy of all the receipts for the day just so you could check each and every one for a large hazelnut latte, or a decaffeinated cookie butter latte with extra salted caramel cold foam.
Admittedly that was a bit extreme even for you, but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe you just didn’t see them. Maybe they did come by but you were out back or on a break, or maybe you were busy talking to some suppliers on the phone–who cares, the conclusion is Hange never did come by.
That in itself is both a good and a bad thing. Good because at least you don’t have to worry about what to say to them regarding that situation, and at least you finally now have something to push you to get rid of this happy crush you have of them. Bad because what do you mean they broke their three-month streak of going to the cafe everyday just because of what happened between the two of you.
That was three months of them going to the cafe and ordering a hazelnut latte–or cookie butter latte, three months of them receiving a cup with your special note slash pick-up line and the one time you decided to stop writing those they decided they should file a damn complaint.
God, this was driving you insane. Actually insane. Top grade insanity.
You don’t know what to do–what to fix in your brain. Is this entire thing a good thing or a bad thing? It can’t be both.
It’s a brand new day now, one you specifically prayed to be a more forgiving day for you, one you set a goal on. That goal being Do Not Think About Hange Zoë.
You swear, just reach that goal and all good things will soon follow. You might even manage to finally find somebody attractive after months of blocking away flirty, good looking customers because of this infatuation you had with the scientist.
Right.
Maybe you just need a fling to remedy this broken heart you willingly inflicted upon yourself.
Maybe you do.
“Hey, you seem really familiar.”
A man, one with chocolate skin and a well-kept buzz cut, stands by your table with a tray holding a plate of pastries and one cup of coffee. He had a friendly smile on his face, a rather light and bouncy aura radiating off of him. You stare at him curiously, unashamedly eyeing him from head to toe as you think of his words; he did seem quite familiar, though you can’t quite pinpoint from where you’ve seen him.
Honestly, with the amount of faces you see each day, it would be a really big surprise if you actually do remember him.
Before you get to rack your brain of possibilities, he laughs as an introduction, “My name’s Onyankopon. I’d say I’m a regular here but seeing as you can’t remember me…” you stifle an embarrassed sound when he trails off, the two of you sharing the same sentiment. “May I sit? Only if you’re not busy.”
He introduces himself again. This time, he offers his hand to you, careful not to graze your laptop. You reply back with your name, shaking his hand, letting him lead the conversation. Still somewhat curious on how you seemed familiar to him.
“Are you sure you’re not busy? I can throw myself to a vacant table if I’m bothering you, I promise,” Onyankopon asks, tone careful but still with a hint of playfulness.
Yes, I’m fucking busy. One side of your brain argues. The other side sways you, C’mon… It's not everyday a cute guy approaches you. At least not that respectfully!
Unfortunately for the former side, not only does the latter have a good point, but it's also a pretty good way to achieve your goal. Hence, you do your best to appear as approachable as you could. Folding down the screen of your laptop just a tiiiny bit for emphasis. “No, it’s fine! I think I do need your company, Onyankopon.”
“Really?” His eyebrows shoot up.
You nod, licking your lips subtly, “Mhm… work’s boring me to death anyway.”
“Well then, lucky for you I am excellent company,” your name rolls off of his lips and you immediately feel like you want to crawl into a hole and live out the rest of your days in there.
It’s exactly nothing like the way Hange says your name. His voice is gentle, a little deeper than Hange’s, but it lacks that warmth and playfulness Hange usually has when they call your name. Not like they always do call your name, most times they call you boss, mimicking the way your employees ever so casually call you. When they do that, you could only roll your eyes at them to hide that giddy feeling blooming inside you. They, in response, grin even wider.
The memories of your spontaneous not-date with them float in your mind. Their musky cologne, their comically big khaki-colored trenchcoat. The way they subtly switch sides with you every time on the sidewalks, on crossings, making sure they’re at the riskier side while you're tucked in beside them.
You mentally shake yourself because you should not be thinking about redacted right now.
There’s a man in front of you right now. There’s someone other than redacted that is speaking to you, most probably interested in you too–so you should pay attention to him, not them.
Fortunately, Onyankopon doesn't notice the moment you get your mind back into your present conversation with him. You nod your head pretentiously, doing your best to connect his words and figure out what the original topic of the conversation was. After some time and dissecting implications, you conclude he’s talking about the first time he discovered your cafe.
Speaking with him is easy. He’s a lot more playful than Hange is, his words are a lot more colorful and descriptive too. He has his own creative way of describing things that you find yourself wondering if he’s taking an artsy or a philosophical course–or maybe he’s teaching?
“I teach cross-cultural communications over at the University of Paradis,” Onyankopon answers when you ask. “Do you study there too? You mentioned taking courses earlier.”
You take a sip of your beverage, humming, “I don’t, actually. I study at a public university.”
“Shiganshina State U?” He guesses.
“Bingo,” you wink at him. “Business degree.”
He wows at you, curiosity dancing in his eyes, “Business degree, huh? Explains why the cafe’s as pretty as you are.”
“Oh please, that’s a pretty lame excuse to call me pretty, professor.”
“Ah, you caught me,” Onyankopon admits, chuckling lightly. His gaze held yours meaningfully, willing you to wait for his next few words, only he’s cut short by an abrupt presence at your table.
You don’t see the person immediately, instead you feel that looming, somewhat impending sense of doom from behind you. A heavier aura, one that felt like a thick blanket weighing on top of your shoulders. It was a rather new feeling for you considering how you’re so used to always feeling light and relaxed when in the shop even during crowdier times.
The presence clearly disturbs your companion as well because he’s shifting his attention from you to someone or–something–above you.
“Oh–Doctor! Didn’t notice you there,” Onyankopon pulls back from his seat out of surprise, clearing his throat while he extends his arm out to the side.
Doctor?
From the very corner of your eye, you notice two distinct pieces of clothing: a dark green vest and a white coat. And right as you’re able to fully turn your head to the side, before you manage to put a face on that body, you hear their voice first.
“Onyankopon!”
It’s Hange.
Of course, it’s fucking Hange.
“I didn’t expect to see you here… especially not with somebody,” their attention shifts to you, brown eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite distinguish. Their lip quirks upward at one side, noticing the sudden stiffness in your posture.
It was like a deer in headlights. You are like a deer in headlights. Your spine straight like a post, lips taut and suddenly dry, eyes unusually stuck open. You could feel the fight-or-flight instinct inside of you threatening to activate. Not really used to being put on the spot just like this. Most times you’re the one putting people on the spot, not the other way around!
They call your name, not boss, that cheeky smile on their lips revealing their awfully attractive sharp canine teeth. “Didn’t expect you to know my buddy Onyankopon here.”
“I… You two’re–” you resign from the conversation quickly. Happily letting Onyankopon save your lousy attempt at answering. “Oh–I’m just keeping the lovely owner here company, Doc. She looked pretty gloomy on such a sunny day out.”
A genuine scoff escapes you before you even thought about it, “Gloomy? That is not what you were saying earlier.” Before you know it, both Onyankopon and Hange are on the pair of chairs in front of you. The former made enough room for the latter so now you sat faced with them instead of him.
“Ha-ha! Onyankopon, ever the jokester. You gotta excuse him, boss,” Hange tells you, placing their arm on Onyankopon’s shoulder. You watch the expression on his face, the cautious gaze he looks at you and Hange with. Unknowingly, you mirror the cautiousness with your own. “He doesn’t usually go to coffee shops often, y’know? Very, ah, busy with classes… such a hardworking professor,” they look at him, scrunching their nose, obnoxious laughter following right after. “Next time you should just let me know your order! I can bring you your coffee so as to save you the trip.”
You exhale through your nose. This is not part of your plan. You didn’t even think about this possible scenario among the list of possible ones you imagined during your fifteen-minute morning meditation.
“I believe I’m needed at the bar,” you rise from your seat, pushing down your laptop and holding it with one arm. “Enjoy your–”
“Great!” Hange also rises, brows shooting upwards, eyes glittering. They notice the volume of their voice so their next words come out a lot quieter and shyer, “I mean, ah–great! I haven’t, y’know, ordered yet so I’ll walk you to the bar.”
You stare at them, carefully picking out your words. One side of you screams to be bitchy and distant so as to not repeat that situation that night, meanwhile the other side is practically beaming with joy because Hange, your long-time cafe regular and happy crush who you happened to have made out with, is in front of you.
“No need, it’s just right there,” you tell them.
“It’s fine! Let me carry your stuff–uhm, tray I mean. Don’t worry about it,” they respond, extending out their hands for you.
You shake your head, “It’s okay, Doc, I swear. I can carry these back.”
“You sure? I can carry ‘em for you. There’s a lot of people walking around, someone might crash into you and your stuff's gonna fall and the glass it’ll fall and break and I don’t–” they pause, blinking for two beats before shaking their head and straightening their posture. Their hand coming up to scratch the back of their head, eyes disappearing as they smile embarrassedly. “I’m sorry, I was rambling.”
“It’s fine,” you flash them a civil smile, “Have a nice day, you two.”
Your nervous system is going on a rampage the moment you enter the backroom. That breath you’ve been unknowingly holding in only released then. You went around the medium-sized space, fanning yourself like a woman that had just ran a five-kilometer marathon.
“What the fuck was that!” You tell the mirror, squealing out childishly, “They’re insane! They’re actually insane! Why the fuck are they speaking to me like nothing happened?” Your voice raises, the image staring back at you in the mirror looking more and more crazy with every second passing by. “They have a girlfriend! They cheated on their girlfriend by making out with me… I made out with someone that has a girlfriend! I’m a cheater–oh my god, am I–no, I’m the third party!”
The fact that you’re talking to the bathroom mirror about it is not the craziest thing about this whole thing, it’s the fact that you willingly kissed Hange back that night knowing that they have a girlfriend.
Hell, you should’ve never even agreed to go to their workplace–at night too, mind you–in the first place!
“If you want to forget about it, fine! I’ll forget about it. I will not speak about it ever again. I won’t even tell Sasha about it! I’ll forget you, Hange, and I’ll forget about this stupid fucking crush I have.” You run both of your hands down your face, taking in deep breaths.
Honestly, who cares now. Just pretend it never happened. New day, new you. No one has to know what–
“Hey boss, I don’t really know what’s goin’ on with you in there but Mikasa says she really needs to pee,” Connie knocks twice on the bathroom door. “Hange’s not in the cafe anymore if you’re worried about that.”
You pull open the door, facing your part-timer with a stiff smile.
“You look scary,” he blurts out.
“I hate you,” you sigh, shaking your head tiredly but following him out nonetheless.
The moment Mikasa sees you, she’s dropping the empty cup she was supposed to be doing, rushing past you while muttering, “Thank gosh.” You take her spot at the cashier, apologizing to the customer for the sudden interruption before taking their order.
The noontime rush had slowly gone down. There were a lot more tables available now, a lot less cups that need making. Connie’s on a quick bussing duty around the cafe while Miche finishes up the remaining orders. You don’t notice how fast the coffees are made too. At first glance there’s a good five people circling the dispatch bar, then at the second glance there’s no one left.
After the third consecutive customer, you glance to the side to check if Mikasa’s out already. Seeing as she isn’t, you turn back to the front, chiming your usual spiel: “Hey, how are you? What can I get for you today?”
They returned the first question out of courtesy, voice so gentle that it felt like a hug. Then, they list out three separate coffee drinks, two salad bowls to-go, and one berry refresher, making sure each order is carefully noted. “Will that be all?”
“Yes, please,” they hold up their card.
“Can I have a name for the order?”
Before they can answer, their phone rings. Thankfully they answer your question, “Pieck, please. Thank you so much, darling,” putting the phone to their ear right after. You hand her the receipt, gesturing to the side. She takes it and nods, a melancholic voice floating in the air as you unintentionally listen to the conversation.
Not your fault you were left at the counter!
“I’ve already ordered, stupid. You took too long!” She says, “Just get here quickly. There’s no line anyway, we can wait for you two here.”
You couldn’t really make out whatever it is she was arguing about with the person on the phone. Nevertheless, you move over to the bar and help Miche out with the three-drink order.
You press the button on the espresso machine, waiting patiently with your arm propped against the polished wood. It doesn’t even finish brewing when Miche’s already nudging your shoulder back to the cashier.
“Mikasa’s not back yet?” You side-eye him, nudging him back roughly.
“Nope,” he responds, “Counter’s empty. There’s a customer.”
A gruff sigh leaves your lips, quickly replacing the droop of your shoulders with a straight back and a welcoming tone. “Hey! What can I get for you–oh, already?” your tone drops just as fast your smile did. The words you so routinely speak now are lost in that jungle-like mind of yours as you stand face-to-face with Hange for the second time.
They breathe your name out, their entire body relaxing as if they were relieved to see you. “You’re on counter duty, I see…” You don’t respond to them. Not because you were being petty, but because you genuinely didn’t know how to respond to that awkward, awkward statement.
You can’t just say–Oh, yeah, Mikasa’s taking a shit so I’m taking over right now–could you?
Of course not… unless you want Mikasa to kill you while you sleep.
“Can I have your order, Doc?” You ask neatly, knowingly grabbing the tall cup for them.
No–wait, it’s mid-day. It’s the second time they’re here so they’ll get the cookie–
“It’s my first coffee of the day,” Hange cuts off your thought, stopping you from exchanging the tall cup with a medium-sized one usually reserved for their second coffee. “I didn’t buy one earlier–I, uh, well, I was hoping to talk to you after Onyankopon but you kind of ran away.”
Well, obviously! You two made out like hooligans in the middle of a sidewalk knowing full well one of you is in a relationship.
You look at their face, noticing the knitted brows and pursed lips. Their slender fingers tangled with each other as they rested on top of the POS. On the side of their head, you notice a head full of blonde hair come through those glass doors. The very moment they step a foot inside the shop, their second-long glance at the cashier before walking to the side where the woman named Pieck was, you feel your heart stop.
Hange’s girlfriend. The girlfriend. Is. Here.
And you’re with her partner at the counter still playing this weird game of are-they or are-they-not?
“I think, uh, y’know–” you pause, taking a second to gather your thoughts. You look up and lock eyes with Hange, looking away fast, your heartbeat quickens, “Whatever happened the other night, whatever we did… I think it’s best to just forget about it.” You take every bit of courage you have inside you and look at them dead in their eyes, watching the way their features up.
Their lips part only for it to close again. The thoughts evidently run through their head, so clear with the shock swimming in their brown irises.
Is it abrupt? Shouldn’t you have brought it up? Are you in the wrong? Fuck–should you apologize?
“Look, I didn’t mean to–”
Hange interjects, loud and awfully cheery, “No, it’s fine! I understand,” they push out a laugh, one that was just as practiced as the last laugh they did when the two of you were with Onyankopon. “I definitely pushed the, uhm, limits. I should’ve known better. I’m sorry, I really am. I’ll forget about it like you said.”
Great, now you’re fucking guilty.
They order two drinks, a hazelnut decaf and a caramel macchiato, both in medium-sized cups. Avoiding your eyes with each word they speak. Out of all the times you’ve taken their order before, or spoken with them in a specifically fortunate moment, this was the only time you witnessed them being wary in speaking.
You write their name on both cups, muttering a simple thank you as they pay with their card, sliding the pending orders over to the bar. Since Miche was finishing up the one you were doing before, you help him out by making Hange’s order.
While the machine whirs quietly, a slow but continuous flow of freshly brewed coffee filling the clear espresso glass, you stare at the clear plastic cup in ponderance. There was only the word Hange on it. No cheesy pick-up lines, no phone numbers, no drawings. It was just their name, just like how it should’ve been in the very first place.
“You okay, boss?” A soft voice comes up from behind you, nearly making you spill the coffee as you pour it over the ice-filled cup. “You look… Hey–what happened?” Mikasa finishes for herself, slim eyebrows knitting suspiciously.
You sigh, nudging your head towards the dispatch bar. You didn’t need to look at the direction to know that it was Hange and their group standing there, your eyes glued solely to the cup you were busy with. “Me and Hange’ve talked about it already. We’re choosing to forget–”
“I see Hange, their friends… what else should I be seeing?”
Eyes snapping upwards, you follow the direction of Mikasa’s head, confirming what she said; Hange and their friends stand there, slightly apart but still close enough to converse comfortably. Their girlfriend, too, is there, standing beside the woman you remember is called Pieck. Beautiful blue eyes against the warm light of the cafe. Hange was the only one not actively speaking. Their lips were pursed, arms crossed over their chest.
The guilt is way stronger than you’d like it to be. Still, you swallow down that feeling, pulling Mikasa’s arm to get her at whisper-distance. “That blonde over there… the one beside the black-haired lady, that’s Hange’s girlfriend.” You look away, placing the lid on top of the plastic cup. You place the finished order near the other finished ones, glancing at Mikasa to check for her reaction.
The only thing is, she’s not reacting. At least not in the way you wanted.
Mikasa’s frozen in her spot, head tilted and eyes narrowed. She’s staring at the spot you pointed at earlier, as though you had pointed at a ghost somewhere in the cafe. “What–Hange’s girlfriend is in the cafe. She’s here, Hange’s here… I’m here! She wasn’t here when the woman beside her was ordering so clearly miss girlfriend arrived here with Hange because they–”
She says your name, slow and cautious, “That’s not their girlfriend.”
“What’re you talking about–oh great, they’re walking here now.”
You quickly turn around, about to find refuge in the back when someone calls Mikasa’s name. “Mikasa! I’m so happy to see you! I didn’t know you had a shift today.” Halting in your steps, you crane your head back. Your jaw drops as you watch that same blonde you believed to be Hange’s girlfriend, hugging Mikasa over the counter.
Mikasa chuckles, “It’s good to see you too, Armin. You should’ve told me you were coming by, I would’ve saved you a lemon cake slice.” She looks at you over her shoulder. “This is my boss, by the way,” she mentions your name, gesturing towards you as the man named Armin crinkles his blue eyes at you. His hand extends towards you, “Nice to meet you.”
Despite being at a loss for words, you manage to find the energy to extend out your own hand, muttering the same words back to him.
It’s all clicking into place now. Mikasa mentioned her friend being Hange’s TA, that would explain why the girl–Armin, you men–wore the same white lab coat as Hange did. He’s Hange’s TA, of course they’d have the same coat. The two of them probably spend most of their time discussing some scholarly, science-y stuff in the laboratory; That’d explain why Hange arrived with Armin today as well.
Wait, with miss girlfriend being a man… then that means–
Oh.
Oh.
Hange never had a girlfriend in the first place.
For all of your faults, never did you expect to have an assumption so wrong that it gnaws at you even when you drown yourself in coffee crumble ice cream.
Well, you would’ve chosen wine instead of coffee but you’d rather not depend on alcohol. Not when you’re unsure of how long this whole infatuation of yours would last.
There’s an empty bowl of microwave popcorn beside you, the end credits from an episode of your favorite television show rolling on the screen. Your phone’s by the television, locked inside of the drawer under the stand, keeping you from doing–messaging people you should not be messaging in the first place.
Fortunately, that’s where your laptop comes into place.
Your chat box with the tall, attractive, not-in-a-relationship scientist is open on the screen. Hange’s last message to you – Thank you for acting interested in the tour. LOL just kidding! I hope you enjoyed it… I did! I really did. :) – has been on the LCD for god knows how long. Every time you glance at the computer, you’re once more reminded of your stupidity.
This, all of this, is just a series of very unfortunate events that you, unluckily, had to experience.
From you spending months watching them from afar, to assuming they had a girlfriend when there were no indications of that in the first place, to telling them to forget about the night and not even bothering to let them explain!
Now that Mikasa’s confirmed that the mystery blonde lady is actually just Armin Arlert, her childhood friend, who happens to be studying marine biology in the same university Hange’s teaching in, the guilt you were feeling earlier has now doubled–maybe even tripled–in effect.
You stand up from your couch, quickly pressing the center button of your remote to play the next episode as some sort of entertainment to keep your other personalities occupied. You pace around your apartment; lying down on your bed to look at the ceiling for ten minutes, moving to your small kitchenette with a chair to stare out the window. The bathroom’s not even a safe place. You sit on the floor of your shower with nothing but a scented candle burning at the counter, the sweet smell of cookie butter hanging in the air.
“Y’know what, this could’ve been a lot easier if I took a photo of that blonde and sent it to the group chat the first time I saw them,” you say to no one in particular, picking at the skin of your lips. You let out a loud passive-aggressive scoff, clapping your hands together. “God, had I known Mikasa’s the key–I would’ve offered a full-time part!”
You drop your back on the tiled wall, “So fucking stupid. Really.”
You spend a moment alone in the peaceful, cookie-smelling, bathroom. Trying to concentrate on your own thoughts, hoping you’d find one–among the hundreds of things you’re overthinking–that would give you a logical, normal person’s way of getting over this crush.
One specific thought gets you up from the floor and back out to the living room. You grab your laptop, dropping yourself on your desk chair as you pull up the remaining case studies you’ve pushed off for days now. If you can’t tire yourself out with food and television shows, then maybe some good ole academic workload would do the trick.
That worked for the most part. You’ve finished the two case studies that only needed any revisions. You spent, maybe, an hour at most. By the time you’ve closed the second document tab, Hange’s back in their usual spot in your mind. The image of their smile and wrinkled-up eyes during that night appearing everywhere you look. You write a little note for yourself, dates on when to submit your case studies.
Well, a locked drawer’s not really something to worry about. Especially not when you’re the one holding the key to unlock it.
So there you are, at the fire escape of your apartment building, the window to your bedroom left wide open.
You had your blanket draped over your lap, that and Hange Zoë’s contact number ready for dial as you looked through their mess of a LinkedIn profile–which, honestly, you should’ve done earlier because they’re connected to Armin Arlert. You could’ve avoided the whole teenage drama if you’d just ran through their profile the first time you saw the two of them together.
The transparent call button on your phone looks more appealing by the second. The thought of possibly hearing their voice call for your name again persuaded you all the more.
Fuck it, you thought to yourself. I need to talk to them.
So you click the call button with your eyes closed and fingers crossed.
All it took then were two rings for them to answer. Their voice ragged and breathy as they speak your name in a way only they ever could.
“Hange, hey, look, about earlier… I wanted to–”
“Let me stop you right there,” they interject, nearly making your heart stop as well, “Look down.”
You can’t describe or put an exact name to the feeling coming over you but the hairs on your body stand up, goosebumps rising.
Slowly, you tilt your head down, heart beating faster with each fleeting moment.
“Hange?”
The familiar scientist right under the fire escape waves a hand at you, the widest smile sprawled against their face. “Would you believe me if I said I was on my way home?” Their head was tilted upwards, phone to their ear.
“You? In the same neighborhood?” You scoff, leaning your shoulder on the rails, keeping your eyes set on the scientist underneath. Hange shrugs, the smile still not leaving their face. They seemed to be waiting for something, or for you, probably.
Then, you remember how devastated they had looked earlier. The sullen eyes, the pursed lips. Guilt suddenly claws at your insides, eating your mind whole.
Be mature about it, you remind yourself.
“Hey Hange?” Your voice quiets down.
The smile on their lips shrink, eyes narrowing behind those rectangular glasses.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” you say with a heavy sigh, “I… It’s really complicated. I’m complicated. I really shouldn’t have just dismissed you like that, not when—y’know, something happened.”
The line goes silent for the moment. Both of you watching each other from way different angles, the quiet night seemingly freezing for that moment alone.
You see the deep contemplation on their features. The way they nibble at their bottom lip and tap the end of their left feet on the sidewalk. They weren’t looking around for anybody else. They didn’t even seem to care about it.
“Do you want to get ice cream?” Hange offers as a reply.
At 1:17 AM, why the fuck not.
With Hange still wearing their lab clothing—butter yellow button top with sleeves rolled to their elbows, khaki-colored pants—you felt way too underdressed with your band shirt and plaid shorts.
“Overtime at the lab?” You open up.
“Kind of like that…” they answer gently, words drifting off as they stare wordlessly at you. “Had to discuss a few findings anyways. The coffee you made really woke me up.”
“I doubt it’s the coffee.”
“Oh,” Hange looks away, smiling at the poker-faced ice cream man as he hands over two ice cream cups. They turn back to you, offering the coffee crumble with that toothy grin you adored, “Peace offering then?”
You take your bottom lip in between your teeth, feeling all the more apologetic at how Hange’s the one giving a peace offering when it was you that stopped them from explaining earlier.
Taking the cup from their hands, you blurt it out, “Hange, I’m sorry.”
“Ah… the—”
“I know I said we should forget about it but, actually, the only reason I said that is because I thought you had a girlfriend… and! Wait, before you cut me off, I know it was wrong of me to give you a kiss on the cheek that time especially thinking you had a girlfriend already but I just—well, I can’t really apologize for myself because I liked it, and I’ll take accountability for it,” you inhale, feeling the red hue coming back up on your face as Hange stared at you dumbfounded.
“I thought the peck would’ve been the end of it and I would’ve apologized right after but then you kissed me back! Sure, I liked it—I loved it actually—but the thought of you having a girlfriend at that time shook me to my core and I wanted so badly to clear it up but then I saw you and the blonde one—“
Hange interjects this time, “The blonde one—Armin?”
“Yes! God, this feels so good to get off my chest,” you exclaim, taking a big spoonful of the ice cream, letting your shoulders sag out of relief. “I was… I was so worried about kissing you while you had a girlfriend, you know? I thought you’d sell me out and she’d come to the cafe and slap me or what.”
The long monologue finally comes to a stop as you lean back on your seat, looking for any semblance of a reaction on their face.
Fortunately, Hange’s just as transparent as you are. Though you couldn’t really fully say that the growing smile on their face is one that says you are so dumb or you’re so fucking pretty let me kiss you again.
“Aren’t you gonna say something?” You say impatiently.
Hange’s doesn’t say anything. They don’t do anything—in fact, the only thing they do for the next five minutes is stare at you with amusement in their eyes.
You’ve finished your coffee crumble ice cream by the time they do decide to move.
Their very first words have you short-circuiting again.
“I kissed you that night because I like you.”
You blink at them. Speechless.
“I really didn’t want it to be this emotional or sappy, but I really do like you,” they repeat. Their voice soft and gentle. “I know it didn’t seem like that but I was just too shy to tell you it upfront. Every time you’d write a line on my cup, or wish me a good day, I’d remember it until the next time I stand in line for coffee again.”
“That’s why when you didn’t write on my cup… I kind of… I kind of spiraled that day.”
“Spiraled?”
“I spent a whole fourty-eight hours at the lab. I didn’t go home until Armin dragged me out. Luckily I didn’t have a class at uni that day so…”
“Oh the—no wait… I think that’s a different day though…”
Hange furrows their brows, slightly puzzled, “What do you mean?”
“Levi! They were with you that time you talked to me about your cup.”
“Oh, him?” Their eyes crinkle upwards and you feel your heart leap. They’re so fucking pretty. “He doesn’t drink coffee, so I’m guessing he ordered black tea,” you nod at them wordlessly, still partly in a trance. “He probably said something to have it rushed too.”
The two of you share a laugh at how accurate Hange’s assumptions were. They began to tell stories of how they and Levi met at the university. How Levi didn’t even like them in the first place because of how loud and talkative they were.
Most times they bicker, while sometimes Levi just lets Hange ramble and disturb them whenever they have no classes in the university. Probably enjoying the sound of somebody being with them. Whenever Levi doesn’t really want to see them, Hange said he’ll hide away in Erwin’s office.
Conversation comes naturally to the two of you. The previous topic of i like you long forgotten as the familiarity seemed to bring you two to a whole ‘nother level of understanding.
They are just as curious as you had imagined.
Favorite book, favorite movie, favorite past time; how the mandela effect phenomenon could possibly be explained by science; how Noah's Ark could realistically be made.
By the time the clock strikes four, just two hours before your cafe opens, Hange’s dropping you off of the front door of your apartment, that familiar look of melancholy on their face.
“Don’t overthink it, I’m just wondering when I’ll get to take you out again,” Hange beats you to it, already knowing the way your mind works.
When you try to hit their shoulder in embarrassment, Hange grabs your wrist and pulls you close… not close enough however. The tips of your noses merely brushing together.
“For the record, I don’t have a girlfriend,” they whisper.
The two of you standing so close to each other that you could feel the heat radiating off of their body. Their breath fanning over your lips. The topic of girlfriend hadn’t come across the conversation since the first time you brought it up.
They press a chaste kiss over your lips, eyes closed and everything. “So don’t feel guilty, okay?”
They let go of your wrist, but you pull them down by the collar of their shirt. Taking their lips in yours, aggressively slipping in your tongue as the moment consumes you. Hange grabs at your sides, grinding your hips to theirs, mumbling incoherent words you swallow so eagerly.
You pull away with lust-blown eyes, the wrecked look on Hange’s face was one you were way too acquainted with.
As if the hours spent wasn’t enough, the two of you lunge at each other again. This time Hange overpowers you as they press you to your door, inhaling your scent, kissing and sucking at the column of your throat.
You fumble with the key in your short’s pockets, turning around hastily as you try to find the correct key all the while a hungry scientist grinds against your ass, head nuzzled at the crook of your neck. Their deep groans send shocks straight to your cunt.
When you finally manage to open the door, the two of you basically make it to the living room before you’re both falling on the carpeted floor with a childish giggle. Your head falling on the cushion that is Hange’s palm.
“Hey!” Your complaint easily transforms into a fit of laughter as the two of you roll around the floor. They keep your head close, hand by your cheek as your tongues tangle together.
When you feel their other hand reach up under your shirt, you feel their lips smile into the kiss. They cup your breast over your bra, teasingly kneading the skin over the soft foam. When a moan manages to squeak out of you, they pull away to take your bottom lip in between their teeth, biting down playfully before pulling their hand away.
The two of you roll over again, this time with you on top of them. Holding onto your waist with slender fingers, pulling their legs up so you had somewhere to lean on when you sat up.
“Don’t you have a class today?” You ask them, tracing the exposed skin by their chest. A sliver of skin shown by the airy linen material.
Hange rolls the two of you one more time, towering over you now, surrounding your space. Their body slotted in between your legs, the pressure from their own core against yours, through the thin fabric of your shorts, had you near delirious. “Meh. No class ‘til three p.m.. Lucky me, huh.” The smug look on their face makes you look away, trying to hide the warmth coloring your face.
They click their tongue at you, gently nudging the side of your face to look back at them. “What about you miss boss-lady? Don't you have a coffee shop opening at six?”
“A coffee shop…” you draw out, jutting out your lips as though contemplating. “Oh–yeah, I remember,” Hange raises both brows at you, their gaze dropping down to your swollen lips. “Good thing I’m the owner.” You let out a laugh, hooking your arms at the back of their neck to take off the hair tie holding up their half-do. Hange grins at you, letting their brunette hair fall down your face as they ravish your lips again.
You cage them in between your legs. The two of you not breaking the kiss even as Hange surprises you by lifting you up from the floor, arms supporting your back. Hange’s blindlessly walking through your living room until they eventually find your couch. They drop down with a loud thump, your knees straddling their thighs.
The two of you pull apart with heavy breaths. You could feel your heart beating even stronger against your chest. Then, at the heat of the moment, you rush to pull off your shirt, throwing it to the side just as Hange takes off their glasses.
You whine, immediately catching their attention. “What is it, boss?”
“Keep the glasses on, doc,” you stop their hands, guiding them to put it back on their face. Hange lets you do so with no problem. “That’s better,” you purr, dipping down and licking a strip of their neck.
“Well, can I take that off?” Hange looks down at your chest, licking their lips.
You nod, Hange expertly unclipping strap with one pinch. Your breasts fall freely, vulnerable to Hange’s gaze.
“Fuck,” they mumble, breathing out your name desperately, “Can—can I touch it, please?”
“Less talking, more touching.” You groan, cupping your chest, teasing your own nipples.
Hange needs nothing else. They replace your hands with theirs, cupping the heavy underside of your tits as you hiss. They squeeze your breasts together, admiring them shamelessly. Eyes filled with hunger.
They lean down, burying their head in between your breasts with a low appreciative groan. Pressing them against their cheek. Hange darts out their tongue, licking a hot strip up the valley of your breasts before latching onto one stiff nipple.
You curse, arching your body against their mouth. Hange sucks even harder. Their cheeks hollow out, tongue swirling deliciously around your nipple, the wet sound painfully loud as you keen and whine.
“A-ah! Hange!” Your hands thread through their brunette hair, pulling harshly when they suddenly bite down on your nipple, soothing it with their tongue. Hange hums contentedly, pulling away to stare at you with hooded eyes, a lewd string of saliva connecting the two.
Their free hand continued kneading your other breast, making sure to not leave one neglected. “You taste so good, pretty girl,” they mumble against your skin, grazing their sharp teeth over your breasts before licking them soothingly.
Hange’s full attention was devoted to your tits. Sucking them, licking them, biting them. They were so engrossed in tasting you that they didn't notice you grinding your core against their thigh. They probably don’t feel the wetness seeping through your thin panties and onto their trousers.
“My mouth makes you feel wet, baby? Does it feel good?”
On second thought, they do.
“Yes, Hange,” you bite your lip, pushing their upper body to lean on the couch. Your hips moving with a mind on their own, desperate to bring you to your own release.
Hange watches you with intrigue, leaning back on the couch even more, their hands keeping themselves busy by massaging and rubbing your tits. “Go on then, boss. Let me see you make yourself come.”
You moan loudly at their words, hips gaining a newfound sense of motivation as you move your body roughly. Grinding your clit against the rough materials, the sensation making you roll your eyes back every time, desperately panting Hange’s name.
Hange bounces their thigh, smirking when they see your lips fall apart helplessly.
“I… Hange, I want—I want,” you don’t finish your words, voice falling to a sharp whine when you feel Hange’s hand—who had previously been on your chest—sneak past your shorts and to your lace panties. They gather both sides of your panties in the middle, giving you something to grind on even more.
“You want what, hmm? Tell me, you’re the boss.”
Words fail you, the pleasure slowly overcoming your body. Your eyes screw shut, incoherent mumbles leaving your lips instead. The knot in your stomach tightens, on the very brink of giving out.
You’ve imagined this scenario many times. You’ve fucked yourself to this very moment too many times to even count. Now that you’re living it, you can’t think of one reason why it took this long for it to happen.
Hange taps your thigh, bringing you back to the present, “Asked you a question, pretty girl.”
What was the question again? Oh, right.
“Want to see you,” you manage to blurt out through the haze of pleasure. A series of please following right after, all slurred and breathy; needing that final push.
You hear Hange’s laugh, but you hear their sharp sigh as well. You open your eyes, jaw dropping as you see Hange’s chest. Their pretty perky breasts are in perfect display, a clean blank canvas waiting for your love-bites. Hange grins, watching your eyes round with greed, already plotting on their body.
They grab the back of your neck, your hair in between their fingers to keep your attention on them, their other hand gripping the meat of your hips, helping you keep your momentum as you finally feel that hot, piercing pleasure shoot through your spine. Your vision exploding in white spots.
Hange quickly sits up to wrap their arms around your trembling body, keeping you close to them. Muttering sweet nothings in that deep, smooth voice of theirs.
“Mhm… you did so well, pretty girl,” they litter kisses all throughout your jaw, running their fingers through your hair, soothing your body from its pulses. “That’s it… ‘m here, don’t worry, baby.”
When your body finally relaxes in their hold, chest finally heaving normally, Hange smiles at you. “Hey.”
“Hey.” You sigh, covering your face suddenly feeling self-conscious.
Hange takes your wrists, pulling them down as they chuckle lightheartedly. “Don’t act shy now, boss,” they say, tilting their head teasingly.
“I didn’t mean to put myself first,” you sigh, letting your body rest against theirs. “It was just… I don’t know—it felt tooo good not to continue.” You slide your hands over their shoulders. Dropping your gaze to the unbuttoned top they wore, you lick your lips unknowingly as you stare at their tits. “I can, y’know, eat you out, doc. Even things out.”
They let you cup their breasts, squeezing them together like they did with yours, pooling together enough saliva before letting it drip down their skin. You keep your eyes locked with theirs as you hold out your tongue, slathering your spit all over their tits.
Hange’s hands tighten around your waist, teeth clenching together.
You bite on the valley of their right tit, sinking in your teeth just enough until you hear them hiss out a cuss. You lick away the pain, already anticipating the purple bruise that’d come out of it a few hours later.
“I think I have a better idea, boss,” Hange grunts, adjusting the two of you on the couch.
You pull away from their tit with a loud pop, spit all over your mouth, “Yeah?”
They hold the side of your face with a pout, looking around your living room before finally seeing what they’re looking for. “Since you have about, what, two hours before opening,” they look back at you, “How about I cook you breakfast then walk you to work?”
The loudest ugh! leaves your lips, humping their abdomen once as though protesting.
“C’mon… It's always busy in the morning! You need the energy!”
“But I haven’t even made you come yet,” you huff out, pulling back their hair. “And I’ve barely even seen you yet. I want to taste you, Hange.”
“Believe me, you will, pretty girl,” they assure you, pulling you in close to kiss you one more time. The simple kiss turning into another heated make-out. “But I gotta put some energy in you first, boss. Can’t have you sleepy around the cafe now can I?”
“Whatever.” You roll your eyes at them, cupping their tits one more time, pressing a wet kiss on each valley before getting off their lap. “You just want free coffee from me.”
“That too,” Hange jests, landing a slap on your ass.
You glare at them, quickly disappearing into your room to grab a tank top. When you get back out, Hange’s waiting for you at the small kitchenette, the buttons of their top still unbuttoned, just as you had silently wanted.
“You hid them away,” Hange furrows their brows, “Not fair.”
You pull the front of your top down, playfully shaking your shoulders. The frown on their face easily turns upside down, eyes brightening at the sight of your tits.
“Breakfast, Hange. You said breakfast,” you hold a palm to their lips when you come to their side, stopping them from bending down and doing something that is definitely not part of cooking breakfast.
“Whatever!”
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-> with his nose always buried in a sketchbook, Kim Sunoo finds peace in spending his time appreciating the beauty of art. It isn't until he falls in love that he realizes he’s never truly understood desire. He doesn't know what to do about it, he just wants you so bad... The only problem? You're not really available...You have a boyfriend. The even bigger problem? He doesn't care.
🎧-> now playing: no one noticed - the marías
warnings-> nsfw, MDNI, slow burn, heavy angst, smut, a teeny tiny bit of fluff, strong language, college-au, switch!sunoo, switch!reader, sinofenvy!sunoo, extremely toxic sunoo, obsession, art students, oral sex (f!rec), unprotected sex (stay safe!), explicit sex, grinding, creampie, riding, risk play, praise, overstimulation, (could be more!)
featuring: bff jungwon + bf heeseung -> (w/c:17k)
아름다운 모든 것을 사랑해 난 혹 이 순간이 저주라도 멈추지 않아 ♡ kim sunoo - (chaconne : ENHYPEN)
Sunoo walks down the halls, hands in his pockets, headphones in. A soft classical piece playing in his ears. And it all happens so fast. The pencil case goes first, twelve pencils arranged in an order he's kept them in since he was fourteen, scattering across the tiles and spilling out of his bag.
He doesn't see who hits him. Just a shoulder, a muttered "sorry, man" and he's already gone. With a heavy sigh, Sunoo goes for the palette first. Cracked at one corner now, a thin white fracture through the navy blue. He frowns at the cracks, placing it aside as he stands to pick up a tube of paint which has decided to roll, unhurriedly toward the radiator.
He kneels down to grab it, backpack still open and leaking golden glitter onto the floor. He curses at the mess, already imagining how hard it's going to be to get it off his books when a pair of shoes steps into his eyeline. White sneakers, a little scuffed at the toe.
"Here you go." A hand holds out one of his paints. He looks up before he means to, and his gaze catches on yours, five full seconds of just looking, kneeling there like he's not doing anything out of the ordinary. "Thank you," he manages, a bit late.
You don't move back. Instead you reach for one of his sketchbooks, which is still laying in a mess of color pencils. Completely splayed open on the tile and for one horrible second he thinks you're going to go through it, but you just look at the open page. A study of hands, fingers curled around a pencil, done over and over, like he'd been trying to perfect it even though it already looks amazing to you.
"Wow, these are really good." You smile. "Oh it's not-..." he starts, but doesn't know what to say. It's not finished, it's not anything really, and it's not for anyone to see. He reaches for it too fast and closes it before you can look further, the sound of the cover snapping shut, louder than he means.
Sunoo regrets it almost instantly. Just great, you'd gone out of your way to help him, and he'd just snapped it shut in your face like you were doing something wrong. He winces at the thought, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as heat creeps up to his ears.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles. "It's just... not finished yet." You blink for a second before your expression softens, "Oh." A small smile tugs at your lips. "No, I get it." The knot in his chest loosens, just a little at the understanding in your voice. "I sometimes feel like that too," you continue, stacking the last few colored pencils neatly before holding them out to him.
"Some pieces feel really personal don't they?" you laugh. Sunoo takes them carefully from you, fingertips brushing yours for the briefest moment. "Thanks."
"Of course, you're really good though, I mean it," you grin, "even if I only saw one page." He stares at you, taking in your features, letting your words sink in. And it confuses him how you compliment him so easily, so casually, like it's a fact. Like you're not handing him a compliment he'll probably replay in his head for the entirety of this month and the next one.
Someone calls your name from farther down the hallway, making you glance over your shoulder. "I should go." You sling your bag over one shoulder before taking a few steps away, then pause. "Oh right, I never got your name…" you look at him expectantly.
His brain blanks immediately and you laugh softly. A pretty laugh, he can't help but think. "See? I knew you weren't listening” you jokingly point out. "I was" he blurts, a little too quickly. "Were you?” You don't know what it is but you find that you enjoy teasing him.
"I just..." his mouth opens and closes before he winces again. “Sunoo…I'm Sunoo."
"Sunoo," you repeat, smiling as if testing how it sounds. "That's a pretty name” you compliment, “It's nice to meet you."
You tell him your name and he repeats it silently in his head, once then twice. Again and again. “See you around, Sunoo." You wave and then you're gone, disappearing into the hallway traffic and leaving nothing but the smell of your perfume.
Sunoo stays crouched long after everyone's moved on. He slips the last color pencil into its place. Blue, indigo and finally violet.
His sketchbook is still open in his lap. He stares at the blank page for a long moment before his hand moves on its own. A few light strokes, the outline of a sneaker, scuffed at the toe. Then a hand, fingers curled around a tube of paint.
He pauses when he realizes what he's doing but he can't resist it, he just has this overwhelming urge to draw you. He draws the curve of your face, outline of your lips until your smile begins to appear underneath his pencil.
He stops only when he notices how empty the halls are now. Lectures already over. Looking down at the page, he exhales a quiet laugh. It's the first portrait he's ever completed in a single sitting.
Weeks pass by and it becomes a habit before Sunoo notices it. He doesn't seek you out, not exactly. It's just that the cafeteria has a window that faces the courtyard, and you always sit at the same table by the fountain. The light does something majestic to your hair around 12:15, and what kind of art student would he be if he didn't look.
That's what he tells himself anyway, pencil moving under the table where no one can see. Today there's a boy sitting next to you. Older, letterman jacket slung over the back of his chair, arm draped along the bench behind you like he's always allowed to be that close. You're laughing at something he said, head tipped back, and it makes Sunoo's pencil stop. He doesn't know why it stops. But he tells himself it's because he'd been about to get your smile wrong.
"Who's that?" he says, before he can stop himself. His best friend Jungwon, sitting opposite him, momentarily looks up from his phone. “Lee Heeseung. He's captain of the basketball team. You don't know him? He's quite popular." Jungwon shrugs, then with the particular cruelty of someone who has no idea he's being cruel, Jungwon says "He's dating her, I think. Lucky guy."
Lucky guy.
Sunoo looks back down at the sketchbook. An awful feeling taking over his chest. The smile isn't accurate. He erases it, and erases it again, and by the third time the paper's gone thin and grey where it's been rubbed too many times into the same spot.
He doesn't finish the drawing. He closes the sketchbook instead, sets it face-down on the table like that will do something, like it will stop the thought that's already arrived and made itself comfortable in his head.
It’s not that Heeseung has you. It's that Heeseung gets to have you so easily. Doesn't have to earn it. Doesn't have to appreciate you. Doesn't have to notice the exact shade your eyes go in courtyard light versus hallway light. Just gets to put an arm around you like it's nothing, like it isn't the single most significant gesture Sunoo's ever wanted to make in his life ever since the day he saw you in that hallway.
He hates how much he hates that thought. He hates it enough that he almost doesn't notice you've spotted him through the window. Almost doesn't catch the small wave, the way you mouth something that might be his name. He waves back a half second too late. By the time he lifts his hand you've already turned back to Heeseung, and the moment's gone, like it never happened at all.
Sunoo picks his pencil back up.
Starts on your smile again and gets it right this time, too right maybe, sharper somehow, the way you draw something better when you're not just observing it anymore.
When you want it.
Over the next few days, he starts noticing things he has no reason to notice. That you get to class twelve minutes before lectures start everyday, always through the east entrance, near the nurse's, which is the reason he started taking that route too, he can't even convince himself otherwise.
He notices that you like to bite your lip or repeatedly click your pen when you're thinking. That Heeseung walks you to your first class every morning and kisses you at the door.
Sunoo grabs a snack, around that time usually and watches the vending machine glass instead of watching you. It's easier that way. The glass gives him a version of it that's smaller, dimmer, a reflection instead of the thing itself, and at least it makes it somehow bearable.
He unwraps the pretzel but doesn't eat it. Down the hall, he hears your laugh again, the kind he's been trying to earn a single real version of and has only gotten close to twice. Heeseung gets it without asking.
Gets it the way people get weather, or gravity. A thing that simply happens to be there, that costs nothing to receive because it was never earned in the first place. Sunoo throws the pretzel out on his way to class. Wrapper and all. He tells himself it's only because he isn't hungry anymore, but deep down he feels the effect of a feeling he refuses to acknowledge.
A few weeks pass and your birthday rolls around. The opportunity finds him, or maybe he finds it, he isn't sure which version is true. He's in the art room after hours, the one place he's ever felt like himself, a second home at this point. When suddenly, he hears voices down the hall.
Yours, and Heeseung's, and something in your voice he's never heard before, pure anger and exhaustion. The sound of an argument already three rounds deep.
"Babe, I'm sorry…I just-"
"You forgot my birthday, this isn't just something you can bring up excuses for."
"I said I was sorry..."
Sunoo should not be listening. He knows that much but doesn't stop anyway. He sets down his pencil very quietly, like the sound of his scribbling could somehow give him away through the closed door.
"I just think if you actually thought about me for like five minutes a day instead of your fucking practice then-"
"Oh come on, that's not fair," he groans.
"Babe are you being serious right now?" The voices move off down the hall, and Sunoo sits there with his heart going too fast. So Heeseung forgot. He forgot you. He knows that if it were him, he would never forget.
That's not something he can even think to do. He knows the exact date of your birthday because you mentioned it once in passing, weeks ago, not even to him, to Jungwon actually, and he had simply been standing close enough to hear it and had mentally noted it down.
But Sunoo didn't really know if it was appropriate of him to get you a gift since you were only classmates. Not until now.
He stays in the art room for another hour after your footsteps fade. Doesn't touch the assignment he came in for. Instead he pulls out a fresh canvas, the good kind, the kind he rations for pieces that matter, and starts mixing colors he hasn't used in a while.
He knows exactly what he wants without having to think about it. The courtyard fountain. You had said it was your favorite place on campus. And he wanted to give you something special which is why he settled on it, but this time? Golden hour, the light you get around 12 PM that he's spent months studying without ever quite explaining to himself why.
He works fast and carefully at once, and it takes him until almost 9 PM. He doesn't notice the time passing. He never does, when it comes to you.
The next morning he gets to the east entrance early, earlier than usual, before Heeseung's car door slams in the lot, before the vending machine even matters. He finds you at your locker alone, headphones in. It looks like you haven't talked to anyone yet today and might not want to. You take one earbud out when you see him.
"Hey Sunoo, what's up?"
"Hey." He holds out the small paper bag, folded at the top. "For you” he smiles, “Happy birthday...sorry i'm late."
You blink at it. "How'd you-"
"Jungwon mentioned it," he says, easy and practiced.
"I wasn't sure what you'd like so I painted what reminded me of you the most." You open the bag slow, careful with it like you already suspect it's something fragile.
When you see the painting your whole face lights up. And he knows right then and there that it's an expression he's going to replay for a very long time. Surprise first, then something quieter underneath it. "Sunoo…" You look up at him.
"This is…this is beautiful, I-..." You stop yourself. "It's just nobody remembered yesterday. Not ev-..." You don't finish that sentence either, but you don't have to.
He already knows exactly who you're talking about. "It's nothing really," he says, even though it's the furthest thing from nothing. He has no idea that this is one of the kindest gestures anyone has ever done for you.
All your friends have only ever gotten you gifts they thought you'd love based on price tags, or an online trend. Never something as sentimental as this.
You're still looking at the painting, something raw in your voice that wasn't there a second ago. "You even got the time of day right. I love this so much" You laugh, almost disbelieving.
"How do you even paint something as beautiful as this?" Because I've done nothing but notice what you like, he doesn't say. "I just thought you might like it," he laughs nervously.
You look up at him, longer than you ever have, and something passes over your face. He doesn't know what name to put on it quite yet. It's not what he's felt looking at you all this time, but close enough in shape that his chest squeezes hopefully. He doesn't ask about Heeseung. Doesn't have to. He can already see the comparison sitting behind your eyes, unspoken but forming.
"Thank you Sunoo," you say, quietly. "Really, this means so much to me." A sad smile spreads across your face. You stand to pull him in for a hug. He freezes for half a second before his arms find their way around you, Sunoo's all tense and nervous, though you don't seem to notice, or well, perhaps you're just kind enough to pretend you don't.
You smell like you always do, the sweet scent he's never been close enough to fully appreciate, and his heart is hammering violently and stupidly against his ribs. He's imagined this.
More times than he'd ever admit out loud. But imagining things and having them are apparently not the same category of feeling at all, because his whole body goes warm in a way no drawing could ever prepare him for.
Finally
Something in him says, quiet and a little frightening in how much relief is packed into one word. You pull back first and he lets you, even though he'd rather stay here longer. "Sorry," you say, laughing a little, wiping quickly under your eye like you're embarrassed to have gotten emotional over a painting. "I don't know why that got to me so much."
"It's okay," he says, his voice coming out softer.
You're looking back down at the painting carefully, like you're deciding where it's going to live, a wall? Perhaps a desk?, just somewhere it'll be seen every day, and Sunoo stands there with his arms still faintly warm from where you were, thinking that he would give up every other thing he's ever wanted just to be the reason you look that happy again.
He doesn't say any of it. He just watches you tuck the painting carefully into its bag, and thinks, with a kind of brutal honesty that sits at odds with his morals.
I could give her so much more than this, if she'd just let me.
Sunoo doesn't remember walking to class. He's aware, vaguely, of the lecture ending at some point and his body carrying him through the hallway, but none of it registers the way it normally would. He can't get you out of his fucking head.
The hug replays in his mind over and over again, frame by frame to the point that he feels like he's going insane. He sits through the rest of his lectures without hearing a word of them. Jungwon leans over at one point, murmurs something about the assignment, and Sunoo nods like he's listening even though his mind is still back there with you, at your locker.
He thinks about Heeseung finding out you cried over a painting from a guy that isn't him, and something ugly and satisfied moves through his chest before he can stop it. He hates himself for that too, hates it enough that he presses the heel of his hand against his eye like he can push the thought back down through sheer pressure.
‘You're not a good person for wanting this’ the thought echoes through his head, ‘You know that, right?’ He stares ahead because he doesn't have an answer. It's an awful feeling honestly, especially when he searches himself for the guilt that's supposed to come with it, automatically and immediately, and instead has to go looking for it. It's there, he feels it, except it's quieter than the other thing, smaller…losing.
Sunoo heads to a quiet corner on campus and spends the rest of the day drawing your hands again, the ones that were just around his back. He doesn't let himself think about why that specifically, is the thing his pencil wants. And at lunch, he doesn't go to the cafeteria. He can't, not today. Some instinct tells him that if he watches you and Heeseung right now, with the memory of your arms still fresh enough to feel, he won't be able to keep his face doing what it's supposed to do.
He eats alone by the library instead, sketchbook closed, he doesn't open it once. Already knowing exactly what's on every page, and it's the first time in months he's sat with you in his head and done nothing with his hands at all.
Heeseung on the other hand knows he messed up. He's known it since the second the words left your mouth in the hallway. Since before that, really… Since he'd checked his phone at 11pm the night of your birthday and seen your name in his notifications with a message he hadn't opened three hours earlier, something small and hopeful. And he only understood what he'd missed once it was already too late to fix it.
He's not an idiot. He knows the difference between an excuse and a reason. And he knows that telling you that it was because of his practice running late, is just another excuse dressed up as a reason. He sits in his car in the parking lot longer than he needs to, engine off, phone in his lap, trying to figure out what to say that isn't just another version of sorry because he's said that one twice already, and watched how horribly you took it.
The truth, if he's honest with himself, is that he's tired in a way he doesn't know how to explain to you without sounding like he's making it about him.
The responsibilities that come with his role were sometimes too much to handle. Training in the mornings, reviews at lunch, the coach riding him about how the juniors needed more practice. Then, on top of all of that. Squeezing in some study time, a job, a social life and a girlfriend. Some days it feels like there's no version of himself left over once all of that's been taken care of.
He knows that's not your fault. He knows it doesn't excuse forgetting your birthday either. Both things are true but he hasn't figured out yet how to hold them at the same time without one of them winning.
He'd wanted to get you something good. Had a plan, actually. The necklace from the shop downtown you'd pointed at once, so casually he wasn't even sure you remembered saying it, though he had remembered.
He tries his best to keep track of your likes and interests even though he feels like he could be much better if he didn't have so much on his plate.
He'd meant to go that Tuesday to get the necklace. Practice ran to seven and when he got out the shop was closed, by the time he remembered again it was already your birthday and already too late to make it feel like anything but scrambling.
He gets out of the car eventually.
Doesn't go looking for you, figures you need space, and for once tries to actually give it to you instead of just saying he will. He sees the painting later. Someone mentions it, off-hand, the way things get mentioned on campus and everyone starts talking about it.
“Did you see what he made her? Insane, right?” He overhears a group of people talking amongst themselves and something in Heeseung's chest goes tight. He tells himself it's not a competition, that a nice painting doesn't mean anything, showing up every day for two years means more than one good gesture at the right moment, that you know that too, underneath whatever you're feeling right now.
He still buys the necklace that Thursday, three days late. But doesn't know how to give it to you…
During lunch, Sunoo's at his usual table by the window, it's where he always sits, because the lighting's good there, is what he tells Jungwon. He tries not to notice Heeseung walking up to your table but his eyes follow his movements anyway. There's something small in his hand, he observes. Sunoo's fork stops halfway to his mouth as a bad feeling creeps up on him.
He watches you notice him first, the way your face does something guarded, still a little raw from three days ago, arms crossed before you've even decided to be defensive.
Heeseung says something Sunoo can't hear through the glass. You don't answer right away. Then he holds it out. A small box, baby blue ribbon on a pastel pink. Sunoo's stomach does something ugly. He knows what's inside before you open it. Somehow, he remembers. And he's right, because when the lid comes up there's a thin gold chain catching the cafeteria light, a diamond star glimmering under the sunlight.
Your hand goes to your mouth, and even from here, even through glass, he can see exactly what your face is doing. Sunoo heard you mention the necklace once, weeks ago in the art room, mentioned so lightly he almost hadn't caught it.
You were on the phone with your friend, who lives abroad, catching up on life while you and Sunoo painted a landscape for your assignments. “I saw this necklace downtown, I probably won't ever get it, it was like- quite expensive” you laughed, “I'm saving up now so i'm trying to be sensible about my spending habits but it was soooo pretty” He'd stored that info away. And apparently so had Heeseung, Sunoo didn't know that until exactly this moment, watching it undo three days of ground he thought he'd quietly gained.
If only he'd known...
He puts his fork down, appetite already ruined. Your arms uncross and that completely shatters him. Your shoulders dropping, the whole guarded shape of you softening in real time because Heeseung remembered one off-hand thing you said once and turned it into gold.
Sunoo painted you a fountain. Painted you a tangible expression of his feelings towards you. And it worked, it mattered for a bit, he watched it matter on your face at the locker.
But a necklace is fast. It doesn't take a whole night. A necklace just requires money and a memory and a Thursday, and yet here you are anyway, letting Heeseung fasten it at the back of your neck. Tilting your head to help him, the two of you finding your way back to each other through a gesture that took him an afternoon at most.
It shouldn't count for that much, Sunoo thinks, and hates himself instantly for thinking it, because he knows exactly how much his own gestures are supposed to count for considering Heeseung is your boyfriend, and can't explain why the math only ever works one direction in his head.
You say something to Heeseung, laughter already reaching your smile. One hand goes up to touch the chain where it sits against your collarbone. And he says something back. You lean into him, just slightly, and he puts his arm around you the way he always does.
Unthinking and unearned and it's like nothing happened. Like three days of silence and a painting and a hallway fight never occurred at all. His hands ball up into fists. He knows that the second Heeseung's hand comes up to your jaw, the second your chin tilts and the whole cafeteria seems to keep moving around the two of you like you're not doing anything worth noticing at all. He knows he should look down at his tray, or his phone, or literally anything else in the room.
But he doesn't. The kiss isn't long, isn't even dramatic, just a normal kiss, the kind that happens between two people who've done this a hundred times before and will do it a hundred times again. Barely worth the audience it's drawing. It costs Heeseung nothing to do this. It costs him nothing to have earned it back this fast, either. Sunoo feels it somewhere underneath his ribs, a drop. So sudden, like missing a step he didn't know was there.
He's imagined this too, fucking hell…of course he has. not this exact moment, not Heeseung's mouth on yours, but the general shape of you being kissed, being wanted like that, openly in daylight, without either of you flinching from who might see. He's drawn versions of it he'll never show anyone, careful and reverent and always, always, with a faceless person he wishes were him, right where Heeseung is now. Watching the real thing happen to someone else feels awful.
He doesn't remember standing up. Just becomes aware several seconds later, that he's on his feet with his tray still full below him and that Jungwon is looking at him with an expression he can't quite place. "You good?" Jungwon asks. "Yeah." He answers, "Just not hungry." Jungwon glances toward your table, just briefly, just long enough. And then back at Sunoo, and something in his face shifts. Subtle, the kind of shift that comes from a question forming somewhere from suspicion.
"You've been weird lately," Jungwon says. Not really an accusation. Just an observation, laid down carefully like he's testing how it sounds. "Weird how?" Sunoo shoots him a lazy glare.
"I don't know. You keep… " Jungwon stops, seems to reconsider his own words. "You sit at this exact table every day. You know that, right? Same seat, same time."
Sunoo doesn't answer that. Picks up his tray instead, movements a little too careful, a little too controlled, the way you move when you're trying to prove to someone you're fine. Jungwon doesn't push it, not yet. But he watches Sunoo walk to the trash can with his food untouched, watches him not look back at your table on the way, and sits with that info for a moment. He looks back at you, now giggling as your boyfriend whispers something in your ear and something doesn't quite add up to him. Not yet, but it's certainly starting to.
Later, in the hallway, Jungwon brings it up again, quieter this time, like he's chosen the moment on purpose. "Can I ask you something and can you actually answer me?" Sunoo doesn't look up from his locker. "What is it?" "You're not…" Jungwon exhales, like he doesn't love where this sentence is going either. "You don't have a thing for her, do you? Y/N?" The lock clicks. Sunoo doesn't turn around right away, which is its own kind of answer, and he knows it the second the silence stretches half a beat too long.
"She's with Heeseung," he says, finally. Not wanting to lie to his best friend but also not quite capable of being transparent at the moment. Jungwon can't help the frown that spreads across his face.
"That's not what I asked."
Sunoo shuts the locker. Meets his eyes, and makes himself hold his gaze. "I made her a birthday present because everyone else forgot. That's it."
"Okay," Jungwon says, in the tone of someone who doesn't believe it but has decided for now, to let it go. "Okay. Just…just be careful, man. That's someone's girlfriend."
"I know that." Sunoo says. Perfectly calm and controlled.
"Do you, though?"
Sunoo doesn't answer. Just slings his bag over one shoulder and walks. Jungwon watches him go, but doesn't follow. He can't stop wondering either, the question sitting there now, impatient and unresolved. The conversation follows Sunoo around for the rest of the day, Jungwon's voice looping in his head in a way he resents almost as much as the question itself.
‘You don't have a thing for her, do you?’ Said so casually, like it was nothing, like it wasn't the exact thought he spent months carefully not saying out loud even to himself.
For the next few hours, he's dismissive of Jungwon. At practice-run even though he doesn't mean to be, kind of snaps when he asks if he's gonna be coming to the thing on Friday. "What thing?"
"The bonfire. I told you about it last week." Jungwon says, a little confused.
"I don't know yet." His response is flat. Jungwon gives him a look and doesn't say anything.
By the time they're walking home, Sunoo's turned Jungwon's words over enough times that it stopped feeling like concern and started feeling like an accusation, which he knows isn't fair. But that doesn't stop him from feeling it anyway.
"You've been quiet," Jungwon says, like he can't help himself.
"I'm always quiet," He shrugs.
"Not like this."
Sunoo exhales through his nose, sharp. "Can you just drop it?"
"I'm not trying to be rude or anything..."
"You basically accused me of something today." It comes out harder than he wants it to, and he can hear it land that way, can see Jungwon's expression shift, but he doesn't pull it back. "In the hallway. That wasn't nothing."
"I asked a question." Jungwon sighs.
"You asked a question like you already knew the answer." Jungwon stops walking. Sunoo takes two more steps before he realizes and stops too, turning back, and for a second neither of them says anything.
"Do I?" Jungwon asks, quieter now. Not smug about it. Actually asking. "Know the answer?"
"There's nothing to know." Sunoo hears how automatic it sounds even as he says it, how practiced, the same tone he used at the locker, the same tone he's apparently started keeping in reserve for exactly this conversation.
"She's got a boyfriend. I made her a painting. That's it. Why does everyone need it to be more than that?" "Nobody said everyone, Sunoo. It's just me wondering is all. Because I've known you since we were kids, and I've never seen you time a lunch period around where someone's sitting, it's so unlike you"
"You're looking way too deep into it. Besides, since when were you and Heeseung close? You're supposed to be my best friend" he retorts.
"Sunoo."
"Just stop." His voice comes out loud. A couple of kids ahead of them glance back and he lowers his voice, hating that he has to, hating that there's a version of himself now that has to manage volume in public like he's got something worth hiding. "I don't know what you want me to say. I'm not doing anything wrong."
"I didn't say you were doing anything wrong, I said be careful."
"Well, I don't need to be careful about something that isn't happening." Jungwon studies him for a second, the way he does when he's deciding whether to push or let it go, and Sunoo hates being read like that, hates that he's apparently transparent enough now for his best friend to have started keeping notes.
"Okay," Jungwon says finally. "Fine. Forget I said anything." They walk the rest of the way in a silence that isn't really silence, just the two of them separately holding something neither one wants to be the first to put down.
Sunoo tells himself, once he's home alone, that he was right to shut it down. That Jungwon doesn't understand, can't understand, the enormity of what he feels or how carefully he's kept it contained. He doesn't let himself think about it like that.
Jungwon might be the only person who's actually seen him clearly in months, and the reason it stung so much wasn't that the accusation was untrue. It was that it wasn't.
The very next day, Heeseung finds Sunoo by the vending machines, and Sunoo knows something's wrong before a word gets said, just from the way Heeseung stops a little too close, a little too deliberately, the kind of distance that isn't accidental.
He doesn't say anything at first. Just looks at Sunoo, slow, head to toe and back up, the way you'd size up an opponent before a game. Checking for something, weighing it, deciding how much of a problem you actually are.
Sunoo's used to being looked at like he's harmless. He's not used to being looked at like he's being measured. He lets him though. Doesn't straighten up, doesn't posture, just leans against the machine like he's got nowhere better to be.
"Hey." Heeseung says it easy, but there's nothing easy in the way he's standing, shoulders squared, taking up more of the hallway than he needs to. "Got a sec?"
Sunoo's stomach drops before his face has a chance to catch up, "Sure.” He feeds a coin into the machine, unhurried like this conversation is a mild inconvenience to his snack schedule and nothing more. "What's up?"
"The painting." Heeseung doesn't waste time getting to it. "The fountain thing. For her birthday."
"Yeah." Sunoo watches the pretzel drop, retrieves it, but doesn't open it yet. "What about it?"
"It's really good." Said plainly, no warmth in it. "She won't shut up about it, actually." Sunoo keeps his face still. "That's nice to hear, I'm glad that she likes it."
"Yeah." Heeseung's eyes don't leave his, and there's a stillness to him now, the kind of quiet that's doing more work than shouting would. "You two are close, huh? Art partners or whatever."
"We had a project together." Sunoo adjusts his bag over his shoulder. "You should ask her to show you our works sometime. I think she'd like that."
Heeseung doesn't take the bait the way Sunoo half-hopes he will. Just steps closer instead, close enough that Sunoo has to try not to react to it. Has to stand his ground, not to give him the flinch he's clearly checking for.
"Right." He pauses, "She mentioned you a lot. Before the project too.” Sunoo doesn't answer that. Doesn't trust what would come out if he tried. "We go to the same school. People come up in conversation." Sunoo shrugs and takes a bite of the pretzel like his pulse isn't beating all fast and ugly underneath all of it. "I don't really control what she talks about."
"Look man, I'm not trying to make this weird." Heeseung's voice stays level, almost friendly. "I just want to make sure I'm getting it right. You gave her a painting because you're a nice guy and she's a friend. That's the whole story, correct?” It isn't a question. Sunoo can hear exactly what's underneath it, and he makes himself hold eye contact anyway, even though every old instinct in his body is telling him to look at the floor, to make himself smaller, the way he's made himself smaller around guys like him his whole life.
Instead of flinching from it, he tilts his head slightly considering, like he's actually entertaining the question in good faith. A small, deliberate performance of thoughtfulness that's more unsettling to watch than anything else would be. "That's the whole story," he says. "Though I'll admit, I don't love being interrogated like this. Feels a little dramatic for a birthday present? Don't you think”
Heeseung's jaw tightens. But sunoo continues. "y/n's a good friend, talented too. I've learned a lot from her actually," Sunoo says, keeping his voice even. "She's better than she gives herself credit for." Something shifts in Heeseung's face, not quite surprise, more like recalculation, like he'd expected Sunoo to fold faster than this and is adjusting for the fact that he hasn't.
He doesn't back off the space between them. "Didn't ask about her work."
"No. You asked if I'm a nice guy who gave a friend a gift." Sunoo's extremely nervous but he doesn't let it reach his voice. "That's what happened. I don't know what else you want me to say." He stares right back at him but still doesn't step down, despite the odds.
Heeseung is way taller than him, the build of someone who's spent years being the biggest person in every room he walks into, and he uses it now without needing to do anything. Just presence, just proximity and the quiet certainty that he could make this physical in about one second if he decided to.
"I'm just saying." His voice drops quieter, closer to something honest and something dangerous at the same time. "I know what it looks like when a guy's got a thing for someone's girlfriend. I'm not stupid. And I don't really care how good you are at painting fountains or whatever the fuck this is."
"I never said you were stupid," Sunoo says it gently, somehow managing to piss Heeseung off even further. "And?"
"And so nothing." He shrugs, though his hands have curled slightly at his sides without his permission. "I think you're just having a bad week and looking for somewhere to put it. That's allowed. I get it.”
"You being fucking serious right now?"
"I'm not being smart with you." Sunoo assures him. "I made her a painting because nobody else remembered her birthday. That's the whole story." He knows the moment the words leave his lips, it's not gonna be looking good for him but he doesn't stop himself anyway.
Some old and hungry part of him wants to watch what it does to Heeseung. Wants it more than he wants to be safe right now.
Heeseung's face does something sharp and immediate. "Say that again.” He studies him a moment longer, close enough that Sunoo can see exactly how little he'd need to close the rest of the distance between them. His jaw works once, like he's deciding whether words are still going to be enough. "Go on," Heeseung says, quieter now, the friendliness gone out of it entirely.
"Nobody remembered her birthday. That supposed to mean something?"
"It means what it means," Sunoo shrugs.
"Watch it." A half step closer. Sunoo's back is nearly at the vending machine now, glass cold through his shirt, and there's nowhere left to give that wouldn't look like backing down entirely.
"Yo Heeseung!" Jungwon's voice cuts down the hallway, loud on purpose, clearly meant to be heard from a distance and change whatever's happening before he even arrives. "Dude, there you are." Jungwon jogs the last few steps up, inserting himself into the space like he doesn't notice anything's wrong, but the look he throws Sunoo over Heeseung's shoulder says otherwise.
"Coach was looking for you. Something about Friday's game." Heeseung doesn't move for a second, still locked on Sunoo, like he's deciding whether Jungwon's arrival actually changes anything or just delays it. "Now?" He says, not looking away yet. "Said it was urgent. Recruiter stuff, I think." Jungwon nods, casually buying it more weight than it probably has. "You know how he gets."
That does it. Heeseung straightens up, the tension in his shoulders resetting into something more ordinary, more public. He glances at Sunoo one more time. A last, flat look, more warning than anything that got said out loud. and then steps back fully. "We're not done,"
"Sure," Sunoo says, unbothered, already turning back to his pretzel like the whole thing didn't affect him at all. Heeseung claps Jungwon on the shoulder, already turning, already recalibrating into someone who has practice and recruiters and a life that doesn't orbit this hallway, and then he's gone, footsteps fading toward the gym.
Jungwon waits until he's sure Heeseung's out of earshot before rounding on Sunoo. "What the hell was that?" Sunoo lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, shoulders dropping the rest of the way now that there's no one left to hold them up for. "Nothing."
"Didn't look like nothing bro. Looked like he was about two seconds from putting you through that vending machine."
"He wasn't going to hit me."
"You sure? Because from where I was standing…" "Jungwon." Sunoo rubs a hand over his face, suddenly exhausted. "Can we not? Not right now."
Jungwon looks at him for a long moment, the same read he'd given him in the hallway days ago, except sharper now, less like a question and more like confirmation of something he already suspected.
"There was nothing urgent," he says finally. "I made that up. Coach isn't even here today."
"I know."
"I just needed him to walk away before it turned into something actually stupid."
"I know, Jungwon." Quieter this time. "Thank you, really…" Jungwon exhales, some of the frustration draining out of him at that, replaced by worry. "You gotta tell me what's actually going on with you. Because this-" he gestures vaguely at the space where Heeseung had been standing, "this isn't nothing. Guys like Heeseung don't get in someone's face over nothing."
Sunoo doesn't answer. Just picks his bag up off the floor where it had slid without him noticing, and starts walking. Jungwon falls into step beside him, not pushing further, but not dropping it either. Just walking close and watchful.
They end up on the benches behind the gym. The ones nobody uses during the day, and Jungwon doesn't say anything for a while. He just lets the silence sit there until Sunoo either fills it or doesn't. "I like her," Sunoo says finally. Flat, like it physically hurts him just to get the words out in that order. "y/n. I like her. Like, actually like her. Not the way I've been pretending it's just the painting thing, or the project thing, or whatever else I've been calling it so I don't have to say it like this."
Jungwon doesn't look surprised, which somehow makes it easier and harder at the same time. "Yeah," he says. "I figured."
"I mean it more than that." Sunoo stares at his hands. "I think about her all the time. Like, embarrassingly all the time. I know when she gets to school. I know her schedule better than my own. I've got- " he stops himself, almost says a whole sketchbook of her. He can't, he's not ready for that part yet, Jungwon would think he's insane, "I can't get her out of my mind"
"Sunoo..."
"I know." He laughs, short, no humor in it. "I know how it sounds, trust me I do."
"She has a boyfriend." Jungwon stares at him.
"I know that too." He says it too fast, he's said it to himself so many times it's stopped meaning anything. "I know she's with Heeseung. I know it's not- well, I know what I'm supposed to feel about that. Guilty, probably. Like I should back off and let it be what it is."
"But?" Jungwon watches him expectantly.
Sunoo's quiet for a second. When he answers, his voice comes out lower, more honest than ever, honestly the admission's been sitting behind his teeth for months waiting for someone to finally ask the right question.
"But I don't really care that she's taken." He says it slowly, testing how it sounds out loud, like he's checking whether it's as bad as it feels. "I can't…I know I'm supposed to care. I know that's the whole thing that's supposed to stop me. And it doesn't. It hasn't, this whole time. I just keep thinking, if he doesn't get it, if he doesn't actually see her, then why does it matter more that he was there first. I hate that he gets to be with her, he doesn't deserve her.”
Jungwon's quiet for a long moment, and Sunoo can feel him judging, the way you do when someone you thought you knew says something that moves the whole picture of them somewhere new. "That's…" Jungwon exhales. "That's not really how it works, man."
"I know how it's supposed to work."
"Then why are you telling me you don't care?"
Sunoo doesn't have an answer for that one that makes him look okay, so he doesn't try to find one. "Because it's true. Because I've been lying about it to myself for months and I'm tired of doing it, and you're the only person who was ever going to ask me the actual question."
Jungwon runs a hand through his hair, looking out at the empty field instead of at Sunoo, like he needs the extra second before responding. "You know this doesn't end anywhere good, right? Whatever this is. If you keep going."
"I don't know that it ends anywhere at all. I just know I can't seem to stop." He laughs humorlessly.
"That's not the same as it being okay."
"I didn't say it was okay." Sunoo's voice cracks slightly, the first real crack in the whole conversation. "I said I can't stop. Those aren't the same things."
Jungwon looks back at him, and there's something careful in his face now. Something that isn't quite judgment but isn't quite acceptance either. The expression of someone trying to hold on to his friend and his conscience at the same time and not sure yet which one's going to have to give.
"I'm not going to tell anyone," he says finally. "But I'm not going to pretend this is fine, either. And if it gets worse, Sunoo. If you do something that hurts anyone…I'm not covering for that. I covered for you today because you're my best friend. And it looked like you were about to get your teeth knocked out, not because I think what you're doing is okay."
"I know."
"Do you, though?"
Sunoo doesn't answer. Just looks out at the same empty field Jungwon's been looking at, and for once doesn't have a clever deflection ready, doesn't have a technically-true sentence to hide behind. Just the quiet, uncomfortable fact of having said the real thing out loud for the first time, and finding that saying it didn't make it feel any smaller.
He tries avoiding you for a few days after that, mostly because he's pretty sure Heeseung wouldn't be too kind about it the second time he has to confront him.
The next time he sees you, you're standing by the library. Phone in your hand, staring at something on the screen like you're reading it for the third or fourth time. Sunoo almost turns the other way, tells himself that this won't end well, even now, even after everything he said to Jungwon. Even after promising himself vaguely, unconvincingly that he'd try to pull back.
It's too late now because as soon as you switch off the phone, jaw tight. You look up and spot him immediately. "Hey Sunoo," you say, already approaching him. Your voice comes out thin. "Can I ask you something weird?"
"Sure" He leans against the wall, giving you the sense, the way he always does. That whatever you're about to say, he's got nowhere else to be but exactly here for it.
That gets the ghost of a smile out of you. "Like, a guy thing?. Maybe you'd have a better read on it than me." "What's up?" He raises his brows.
"Do you think it's normal?" You say, picking at the strap of your bag, not quite looking at him, "for guys to just forget stuff? Important stuff like in their relationships, is that a busy schedule thing, or what is it? Are guys always like this? I feel like I can't tell anymore if I'm being dramatic."
Sunoo's careful here, though nothing in his face shows it. He's had a lot of practice making careful look like ease. He could tip this somewhere ugly. Somewhere with a name attached to it, and he wants to, badly, some envious part of him leaning toward it the way it always does.
He doesn't. Restraint he's learned, has its own kind of charm. It makes you trust him more than the easy answer would. "I think it depends on the person," he says thoughtfully, like he's actually turning it over instead of already knowing exactly what conclusion he wants you to come to "Some people are just bad at that stuff even when they care a lot. But if it keeps happening. That's usually less about being busy and more about what's actually a priority for them. People generally make time for the things that matter most, no matter the outcome." He nods.
"Hmm, that's annoyingly reasonable. Didn't know you were so wise Sunoo"
"I hold myself back." A small smile spreads across his features. "I can try to be less reasonable if it helps." That gets a laugh out of you this time and something in his chest goes warm and pleased at having produced it.
"I don't know. I keep making excuses for him in my head and I don't know if I'm doing that because they're good excuses or because I don't want to deal with what it means if they're not."
"That sounds exhausting," he says. And he actually means it, one of the few sentences tonight that isn't doing double work, and somehow the sincerity in it touches you deeper. "It is." You exhale, shoulders dropping, "I don't want to keep doing this," you add, so quiet it's almost to yourself.
"I don't think I can keep doing this." Sunoo's heart is going too fast, though nothing on his face gives it away. He could reach for you right now. He knows exactly how it would go, has known for months, has practiced the whole shape of it in his head more times than he'd ever admit. He doesn't.
Instead he does what he knows works better than reaching ever could. He stays still, steady, lets you come to your own conclusion in your own time, because he's learned that you alone with your thoughts, does so much more than anything he could hand you outright.
"You deserve someone who shows up," he says. On the surface, every word of it is technically true. Which is exactly what makes it so effective. You look at him for a long moment. "Yeah," you say, softer. "Maybe I do."
Neither of you says anything else. The hallway empties out around you, the last few people heading out, and Sunoo stands there wanting, more than he's ever wanted anything. To close the distance between you and him. But he doesn't. He can't. Not yet.
it's all just a matter of time...
He's on the benches behind the gym, finishing up his assignment with Jungwon when he overhears Heeseung on the phone. Voice pitched low but not low enough to not catch. Something about a game on Friday, the kind of opportunity that doesn't come around twice.
Then, tacked on like an afterthought, "yeah, I know it's her thing that night too, I'll figure it out."
Her thing. The showcase. The one you've been nervous about for weeks, the one where your work finally hangs on a real wall. Jungwon doesn't seem to notice, too invested in his work but Sunoo doesn't hesitate the way he used to. Doesn't think much about it. Doesn't perform the ritual of telling himself this is different, a choice, a line he's crossing. He's past that now. He just turns the information over once and decides plainly, that it's useful.
The next day in the art room, you're rambling about the showcase. Where the painting should hang, whether the lighting's right and Sunoo waits for the exact pause that gives him the best opening.
"I can't wait Sunoo! Also thank you for supporting me, i'm glad I'll have someone as talented as you standing right by my side" you beam, finishing up the final touches to your painting. Sunoo's heart skips a beat at that but he quickly recovers. He's really curious about your painting, aside from the small parts of it that you've showed him, you havent really let anyone see it yet.
"Heeseung's gonna be there right?" He looks up at you from his own work. "It's cool he made time despite his game" He says calmly, light and careless. You go still almost immediately. "What game?"
"Oh, I heard there's a game on Friday" He shrugs, doesn't even look up from his sketchbook. "He'll probably mention it."
He knows Heeseung's already trying to fix it. Swap the visit, talk to the coach, find some way to make both things work. He knows this because he heard the whole call, start to finish. He leaves all of it out. Hands you the information and watches, without a flicker of hesitation, as you build the worst version yourself.
Your face folds. Quiet and hurt before Heeseung's even had the chance to explain himself. "Of course," you say, soft. "Of course there's a game, how could I forget?" Sunoo feels nothing that resembles guilt. What he feels, watching you fold in on yourself over something he engineered on purpose, is closer to satisfaction. The specific pleasure of watching you drift further and further away from Heeseung.
He doesn't flinch from that feeling anymore. Doesn't examine it. If anything, the certainty of it steadies him. He's not doing this because he doesn't care. He's doing it because he does, more than Heeseung ever has, more than Heeseung ever will. "I might be wrong," he says easily, and reaches over to brush a smudge of paint off your wrist. Gentle and warm, completely at odds with what he just did to your afternoon.
"Don't spiral before you know the whole story. Heeseung's a good guy" You lean into the comfort of it and he lets you. He doesn't think about Heeseung finding out later, blindsided, having no idea why the girl he's been trying to fix things with suddenly won't look at him the same way.
He thinks instead, about how easy you are to read now. How he can make you happy. How you deserve better. Walking home, he doesn't tell himself he's awful anymore. He’s known it for a while. What's changed is that he's stopped trying to make himself feel bad about it. He just feels like he's getting good at this.
The big day finally arrives and the gallery's half-full by the time Sunoo gets there, string lights strung along the ceiling in loose, uneven loops, plastic cups full of refreshments sitting untouched on a folding table by the door. Someone's playing soft instrumental music off a laptop in the corner. He finds your painting before he finds you. Can't really help it, his eyes go to it the way they go to everything that's yours and he stands in front of it, soaking it all in.
It's hung well, centered on one of the side walls, a little card beside it with your name in it. He's seen how hard you worked on it, watched every layer of it happen in real time, and there's still something different about seeing it finished and framed. "You came." He turns around at the sound of your voice. Noticing you're in something nicer than your usual, not dressed up exactly, but professional and neat, he can't help but think how effortlessly beautiful you are.
"Of course I came." He smiles "Wouldn't miss it for the world"
You glance toward the door, quick, involuntary, and he watches you do the math. "Heeseung's not here yet,” You sigh. "He'll probably show," Sunoo says generously. He saw Heeseung himself earlier, trying to get out of the game, swap his spot, beg his way free somehow. He doesn't say any of that. Just lets the sentence sit there under your own judgement. "Yeah," you say, not quite believing it. "Probably."
He steers the conversation somewhere gentler since this day is about you. Your happiness. And God, he loves to see you happy.
"Okay, but have you seen how many people have actually stopped in front of yours? I watched some woman stand there for genuinely, four whole minutes." Your face lights up immediately as a smile touches your lips. "Four minutes? No way" "I counted." He winks, glad that he's making you laugh. "So…" he nods toward the painting.
"Walk me through it properly this time. I've seen it in pieces for weeks, I want the whole story." And you do, completely animated now, hands moving as you talk him through the color choices, a reference photo you took last spring, some details he doesn't fully follow but listens anyway. Because to him, you're the most important and interesting person in his life.
Other people drift by, offer compliments, a sponsor stops to shake your hand and say something about a scholarship program you should look into, and you glow through all of it, checking the door only every few minutes now instead of every few seconds. Sunoo asks a follow-up question at exactly the right time. Doesn't check his phone once. Doesn't glance at the door the way you keep doing. He makes himself, without ever seeming to try, the single most present person in a room full of people who are technically supposed to matter more to you than he does.
Half an hour passes like that. Then an hour. Around eight-thirty you start doing the thing where you check your phone without really checking it. Pull it out, glance, put it away too fast, like you're hoping if you do it quickly enough you won't have to feel the disappointment of an empty screen.
Sunoo notices every time but says nothing. Just keeps the conversation moving, keeps you laughing. By nine, the crowd's started to thin. The organisers who run the gallery, begin quietly stacking the leftover plastic cups, a soft signal that things are winding down. Sunoo can see the disappointment in your eyes. He doesn't tell you that you deserved someone here on time, doesn't really have to. He just keeps being, patiently, everything Heeseung currently isn't.
Your eyes find the door one more time, hopeful despite yourself, and this time when nothing happens your face doesn't hide it as well as it did an hour ago. Something in it starts to crumple, and you look away fast, pretending to study the painting like it's suddenly become interesting all over again for the first time all night. "I'm being dramatic," you say. "It's fine. This isn't even a big deal, I guess."
"It's a big deal, y/n." Sunoo says, "This is the first time your work's ever hung on a wall like this. That's not nothing, you should be proud of yourself. And that's not something anyone should've missed." You look at him for a second too long, something shifting behind your eyes, unspokenly grateful. "You always know what to say."
That's when the door swings open, hard. And Heeseung comes in fast, jersey still half-damp with sweat, hair a mess, breathing like he ran most of the way here. Which he probably did.
Heeseung scans the room fast, finds you, and starts moving before he's even caught his breath. "Hey baby, I'm sorry i'm late, the game ran over, I left as soon as I could-" "You're an hour and a half late, Heeseung." Your voice isn't loud but tired. Tired of standing here, tired of waiting.
"I know. I tried to leave at half-"
"Sunoo's been here since it started." Heeseung's eyes flick, just once, toward where Sunoo's standing a few feet off, and something moves across his face. "I had a game, baby" Heeseung says, quieter now, like he can already feel how thin it sounds coming out. "You knew I had a game tonight."
"I knew you had a scout coming. I didn't know you'd already decided which one of us mattered more before you even showed up."
"Now that's just not fair."
"Not fair?" Your voice cracks, "This is the first time anything I've ever made has hung on a wall, Heeseung. And I spent the whole night checking the door for you."
A few people nearby have gone quiet, realizing something private is happening in public. Heeseung notices the attention and lowers his voice, but not the intensity behind it. "I asked the coach if I could leave early. He said no. What did you want me to do, walk off the court in front of a recruiter?"
"I wanted you to have at least texted me that you'd be running late. I wanted this to have mattered enough for you to plan around it. The way I know damn well I would've, if it were your thing instead of mine."
"Baby, that's not-" He stops. Runs a hand through his hair, feeling frustrated and cornered, and for a second he looks less like the guy who backed Sunoo against a vending machine and more like his usual exhausted self. In over his head with more things than he knows how to hold at once. "I'm trying, y/n. I know I keep messing this up. But I really am trying."
"I know you are." Your voice softens, just slightly, and Sunoo, who's standing close enough to hear, feels something sharp twist in his chest at that softness. "I know you're trying hee, but it still isn't enough, and I don't know how much longer I can keep waiting for you."
Heeseung's jaw works. And for one unguarded second he looks like he might actually lose it. It's in that exact second, that he's looking for anywhere to put his eyes that aren't yours, that his gaze lands on Sunoo again. This time he doesn't look away right away. Something passes over his face, slow, pieces sliding into place one after another where they'd been sitting loose this whole time.
The painting, the timing, the way Sunoo always seems to already know things he was never told, the vending machine, "nobody remembered her birthday" said with a softness that had nothing to do with just being a nice guy.
Heeseung's eyes narrow slightly, and something in his face goes cold and still in a way Sunoo's never seen on him before. And it makes his blood run cold. He doesn't look away either but he can feel the exact moment Heeseung stops wondering and starts knowing.
Heeseung looks back at you. His voice, when it comes out, is different now "Is there something going on with you two?" You blink, caught off guard by the turn. "What? No. Sunoo's just-"
"Because I think there might be," Heeseung says, still looking at you, though the words are aimed somewhere past you, at Sunoo, close enough to a threat that the air around the three of you goes tight. "I think there's been something going on for a while, actually. And I think I've been an idiot not to see it."
"Heeseung, that's not-" You look between the two of them, something shifting in your face, confused now. "I'm not trying to make a scene." His voice shakes, anger and hurt tangled together, "I just need you to actually answer me. Is there something going on? That's the least you can do"
"No," you say firmly, "He's a close friend." Heeseung looks at you for a long moment, like he wants to believe it and doesn't quite manage to. Then he turns over to Sunoo. "You've got nothing to say?"
Sunoo keeps his face still. "I think tonight's about y/n and her artwork. Not about me." It's a good answer. Deflecting and impossible to argue with without sounding petty. Heeseung knows it, Sunoo can see his frustration of being cornered like this but it doesn't make him feel a thing. "Yeah," Heeseung says bitterly. "Course it is." He looks back at you once more, letting out a long and exhausted sigh, "I can't keep doing this baby," he says, something closer to pleading in his voice.
"I don't want to keep doing this. Losing you, that is. I don't want that. Tell me what I need to fix, I'll fix it, just-...please" "That's the thing, Heeseung." Your voice is quiet now, “I don't think you can fix this. I think you can only actually show up next time. And I don't know if next time is ever really going to come."
"It will. I swear it will, I just need one more chance."
"I don't want to keep hoping it will," you say, and something in your voice finally breaks open after a whole night of holding it together. "I'm tired, Heeseung. I'm tired of being the only one who cares. I don't want to do that anymore." His face goes through something fast and awful, the words catching up to him a beat behind, like he can't quite believe the shape of the sentence forming.
"Wait. Are you… is this you breaking up with me? Right now? Here?"
"I didn't want it to be like this..." Your voice wavers, but you don't take it back. "I've been trying to talk myself out of this for weeks. I keep making excuses for you in my head, and I'm tired of it. I don't think that's fair to either of us anymore." "No, no wait, can we not do this here? can we just-" He reaches for your hand and you let him take it for a second, just a second, before you gently pull it back.
His face crumples at that small withdrawal more than it did at anything you've said all night. "Please. Just give me a real chance to fix this. Not tonight, not right now, but don't end it just because I was late to one thing."
"It's not one thing." Your voice is gentle even now, "It's everything…the missed birthday, the cancelled dinners…tonight, and I keep telling myself it's not a pattern but it is one, and I don't want to keep pretending I don't see it."
"I'll change y/n. I know I keep saying that, but I mean it this time, I'll be better..."
"I believe that you mean it," you say gently, "I just don't think meaning it is the same as doing it. And I can't keep waiting to find out."
Heeseung looks genuinely lost, like the ground's moved and he's standing on borrowed time. His eyes flick to Sunoo, sharp, searching, like some part of him is grabbing for anything solid to blame this on instead of himself. "Is this because of him?" His voice cracks. "Did he say something? Do something?"
"This isn't about Sunoo." You say it plainly, the accusation deflating before it can even fully form. "This is about you and me, Heeseung. It's been about you and me the whole time."
He doesn't have an answer for that. Just stands there breathing hard, looking at you like he's trying to memorize the last version of this that isn't already over. "I don't want this," he says again, quieter now, almost to himself. "I love you, y/n...you know I love you."
"I know." Your voice is soft, "I'm sorry. I really am." He looks at you a moment longer. Then slower, at Sunoo and this time there's nothing calculated in the look at all, just raw, unguarded panic curdling fast into something colder. "You," Heeseung says, voice low, already stepping closer. And Sunoo feels his heart sink for a second. He keeps his face soft for you, but something dark and pleasing settles in his chest as he watches Heeseung’s world come crashing down.
"Heeseung don't," you start, already seeing where this is going. He shakes his head in disbelief, backing up a step, something wild and shaken in his eyes. Heeseung turns before you can say anything else, pushing back through the crowd, he bumps into someone, too deep into his head to apologize, just keeps moving until the door swings shut behind him.
You stand there in the sudden quiet, the room slowly remembering itself around you, people pretending not to have watched. Your hand comes up to wipe under your eye, quick and embarrassed, shaking slightly now that the adrenaline's got nowhere left to go.
Sunoo doesn't quite know how to comfort you, he doesn't want to overwhelm you. "I'm sorry," he says. The most complicated sentence he's said all year because part of him means it, watching you shake in the aftermath of something you clearly didn't want to have to do tonight of all nights. But part of him, the part he's stopped bothering to argue with anymore, doesn't feel sorry at all. He just feels like something he's been building for months has finally, quietly come apart the way he needed it to.
And if he’s being honest, it was all worth it. Every part leading up until now. You don't leave your room much, the first few weeks after your breakup. Sunoo notices you miss lunch anytime you’re on campus, then Jungwon mentions you weren't in class again and each time it happens something in him sharpens with worry.
He starts showing up anyway. Small things at first. A text checking in, nothing pushy. Then, when you don't answer for two days straight, he shows up at your door with takeout from your favorite soup place. You open the door in an old hoodie, hair a mess, eyes swollen in a way that seems like you've been crying on and off for hours.
"You didn't have to come," you say, voice rough. "I know." He holds up the container. "I wanted to." You let him in and eventually, it becomes a routine over the next few weeks.
Sunoo there most evenings, sometimes with food, sometimes with nothing but himself, sitting on the floor of your room while you lie curled on the bed not saying much of anything. He doesn't push you to talk. Doesn't offer opinions about Heeseung, he just stays. Patient and endlessly available in a way nobody else in your life quite manages to be right now.
You start to notice it, how much steadier the days feel with him in them. How much smaller your own sadness seems once he's sitting there with you.
Heeseung meanwhile, doesn't buy it. The story you gave, the “this is about you and me.” He's turned it over too many times, replayed that last look on Sunoo's face too many times, to believe it was ever really that simple. He doesn't have proof. But he knows, with total, utmost certainty that he’s not being crazy about it. He can’t do anything about it though because he has no texts, no confession, no proof, nothing but a gut feeling.
He finds Jungwon in the parking lot one afternoon and corners him before he can get to his car. "You knew," Heeseung says, no greeting, nothing soft in his voice at all. "Don't tell me you didn't know."
Jungwon doesn't answer right away, which is its own kind of confirmation, and Heeseung's jaw tightens at the silence. "He's my best friend," Jungwon says finally, careful. "I'm not going to stand here and confirm something I don't have proof of."
"That's not a no."
"It's not a yes either."
Heeseung laughs. humorlessly, and there's something dangerous coiled just under the surface of it. "He took her from me. Slowly. On purpose. And everyone including you just watched it happen, helped it happen."
"That's not fair, man."
"It isn't?" Heeseung's voice cracks, somewhere between fury and something rawer underneath it. "I love her. I know I messed up, I know I gave him every opening he needed, but I never, ever would've done what he did. Not like that. Not in a way nobody could ever call it what it actually is."
Jungwon doesn't have an answer for that either. Just watches Heeseung get in his car and slam the door harder than he needs to, and thinks uneasily, that he doesn't disagree with a single word of it.
It's a Friday night tonight, one of the ordinary ones now, the two of you tangled up on the couch in your dorm's common room. The movie flickers on, not really grabbing your attention, the bowl of popcorn between you gone mostly untouched, the chocolate Sunoo brought, knowing it's your favorite. Half-eaten and melting on the coffee table.
"Thank you," you murmur at some point, your head against his shoulder. "For all of this. These past few weeks. I don't know what I would've done without you."
"You'd have been fine," he says quietly, though something warm spreads across his chest. "I don't think I would've." You shift, looking up at him, faces close enough that you can feel his breath on your cheek, "I think you're the only reason I've been okay at all."
He should pull back, he knows he should. Redirect it somewhere safer and all. But he doesn't.
The movie plays on, forgotten. And for a long moment neither of you says anything, just the closeness of it, charged now with all the pent up frustrations and emotions the two of you had been holding back. The air shifts. All the months of careful distance, all the times he swallowed his feelings while you belonged to someone else, suddenly feel unbearable.
You kiss him first.
Desperate, a little messy and he lets you, but only for a second. Then he kisses you back like he’s been starving for it. His hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he deepens the kiss, tongue sliding against yours with a slow, controlled hunger that makes your toes curl.
You climb into his lap, straddling him, and he groans softly into your mouth as you settle your weight on him. His hands find your waist, fingers digging in just enough to guide your hips down against the growing hardness below you. You take control immediately, rocking against him, grinding slow and deliberate. Sunoo’s head tips back, lips parted, breath shaky, but his grip stays firm.
Guiding you, encouraging every roll of your hips with subtle pressure. He lets you lead it. His fingers pressing bruises into your skin like he’s claiming you. “God… you f-feel so good,” he murmurs against your lips, voice low and rough.
One hand slides up your spine under your shirt, palm hot on your bare skin, while the other grips your ass, pulling you harder against him. You kiss him deeper, biting his bottom lip, and he lets out a quiet, wrecked sound that goes straight between your legs. You push him back against the couch, pinning his shoulders as you grind down more purposefully, chasing the friction.
His shirt is rumpled in your fists, his hair messy from your fingers, cheeks flushed. He looks beautiful like this, yielded to you yet still guiding your touch with heated whispers. You trail your mouth down his neck, sucking a mark just below his jaw, and his breath hitches, hips bucking up involuntarily to meet yours. The friction pulls a soft moan from you, and he swallows it with another deep kiss, tongue teasing yours while his hand slips lower, in between your thighs.
But then he pulls back, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours. One hand stays curled at the back of your neck, the other still possessively on your hip. "Wait," he rasps, voice strained. "Wait. We should-...not like this. Not tonight."
You blink still feeling dazed, lips swollen. A little embarrassed at how far you'd both let it go. "I’m sorry, I-" "Don’t apologize." He brushes his thumb tenderly across your cheek, "You just got out of something painful. I just don't want this to be something that happens because you're sad. I want it to be something you actually want. Not just tonight, not just right now."
It's the right thing to say. It's also, quietly, the smartest thing he could've said because it doesn't push you away, it draws you closer, cements him as the one person in your life who's ever cared enough to slow things down instead of taking what was so clearly being offered.
You settle back into his side instead, quiet, blood still pounding in your ears, and he holds you like that until the movie ends, saying nothing else, thinking about how close he'd just come to having exactly what he's wanted for a year and how much better it'll feel once you're the one who comes back and asks for it again.
Over the next few weeks, you become handsy in a way that surprises even you. It's like your body's decided to make up for months of being neglected. You reach for his hand walking to class before you've even registered doing it. Kiss his cheek when he says something that makes you laugh. Curl into his side at the food court. Head on his shoulder, like proximity itself is the only thing keeping you sane.
Sunoo never pulls away from any of it. If anything he leans into it, always finding some quiet moment to tell you you're beautiful. You've never had anyone make you feel like this. Chosen, constantly without ever having to ask.
The campus paths are quieter in the late afternoon, golden light filtering through the trees the same way it does in that courtyard fountain he once painted for you. Sunoo walks with your hand firmly laced in his, your fingers always find his now. Tugging him close without hesitation. You squeeze his hand, then let it go only to loop your arm around him, pressing yourself into his side.
"You’re warm" you murmur, tilting your head up to kiss his cheek, then lingering with another soft press just below his ear. Sunoo turns and catches your lips properly. "You’re pretty," he whispers against your lips. "Especially like this, under the sun." His eyes drag across your face. You laugh softly, the sound vibrating against his chest as you hug him tighter.
The two of you have fallen into this rhythm. Stolen kisses in the art room, heated makeouts against the side of the library, lazy afternoons on your couch where your hands wander under his shirt. Today you pull him toward the old oak trees. A spot so empty that the two of you had fooled around here so many times.
You remember how you pulled him here a few days back, heart racing with that familiar thrill. The second you were hidden, he dropped to his knees like he couldn’t wait another second. Shoved your skirt up, tugged your panties down your legs, and buried his face between your thighs.
Then his mouth was on you, hot, relentless, and filthy. His tongue dragged slowly up your dripping folds before latching onto your clit, sucking hard while you had to bite your lip to stay quiet, one hand tangled tightly in his hair as he devoured you.
The wet, obscene sounds of his tongue filled the quiet air while you rode his face, hips grinding desperately. You were right on the edge, thighs shaking around his head, when you heard the footsteps. A senior walked along the path, earbuds in, only a few meters away. Your eyes flew open in panic, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he looked up at you with that dark, provocative glint in his eyes and sucked harder on your clit, fingers curling relentlessly against your g-spot.
A soft moan escaped your lips and the senior slowed down, glancing toward the trees like he’d heard something. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, pleasure and fear twisting together. Sunoo’s tongue flicked faster, refusing to let up. And no longer able to hold it, you came hard. Biting down on your hand to muffle your cry as your pussy fluttered around his fingers and gushed against his tongue, spilling into his mouth.
He kept licking you through every wave, greedy and possessive for every drop of your pleasure, even as the senior stood there for a long, terrifying second before finally continuing on his way. When the footsteps finally faded, Sunoo rose to his feet slowly, lips glistening with your release. He pulled you into a sloppy, deep kiss, tongue sliding against yours so eager that you moaned into his mouth when he pressed a leg between your thighs.
He broke away only to trail wet kisses down your neck, sucking lightly while his hands stayed firm on your waist. You started giggling breathlessly as he nipped at that sensitive spot below your ear, the overstimulation turning ticklish. "Sunoo stop," you laughed, pushing weakly at his chest. "That tickles!" He smiled against your skin, hands fixing your clothes as he tugged your panties back into place before pressing one final kiss to your cheek.
The memory slips away as you blink back into focus. A light wind rustles through the thick leaves overhead, sunlight cracking through in warm patches across the ground. Birds chirp softly in the distance but nothing calms the warmth still lingering between your thighs.
The moment you’re half-hidden behind the trees, you push up on your toes, arms wrapping around his neck, and kiss him deeply. Sunoo meets you eagerly, one hand cupping your jaw while the other settles at the small of your back, pressing you closer. Your body melts into his as you deepen the kiss with a quiet hum.
He trails his lips along your jaw, then lower, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck. You shiver and tilt your head to give him more access, your hands fisting in his shirt. That's when Sunoo feels it…the weight of eyes on you both. A gaze so strong it burns into his senses.
He doesn't pull away. Instead he opens his eyes, lips still pressed to your throat. And looks straight across the path. Heeseung stands frozen near the edge of the trees, backpack slung over one shoulder, face tight with something raw. Sunoo locks gazes with him, unblinking. A slow, provocative smile curves his lips against your skin, barely there, but unmistakable.
Amused. He holds the stare as he kisses down your neck again, slower this time, deliberately sucking a faint mark just below your ear. You moan softly, completely unaware, your hands tightening in his shirt as you arch into him. "Sunoo…" The glint in his eyes sharpening into pure possession.
Heeseung turns away first, shoulders rigid, and disappears down the path. Sunoo pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing steady. "Let’s go somewhere more private," he murmurs, voice low and gentle. He brushes a thumb over your cheek when you smile up at him. A final kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.
The door to his bedroom barely clicks shut before your hands are all over him, pushing his jacket down his arms and tugging desperately at the hem of his shirt. Sunoo backs you toward the bed with a low chuckle that melts into a groan when you shove him down and climb on top, straddling his hips. "Calm down, baby. I’m not going anywhere," he murmurs, hands settling on your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh as you lean down to kiss him hard.
You hum against his mouth, grinding down on the growing bulge in his jeans. Your fingers yank his shirt up and off before your lips trail down his neck, sucking marks into his skin while your hands roam every inch of his chest. Sunoo lets you have control for a while, head tipping back, hips rolling up to meet yours. But the heat in his eyes soon shifts.
In one fluid motion he flips you underneath him, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other grips your hip. "My turn," he says, voice dropping. He kisses you deep and filthy, tongue sliding against yours as his fingers slip inside your panties, stroking your slick folds until you’re whimpering into his mouth.
He releases your wrists only to strip you completely, leaving you bare beneath him. His mouth latches onto your breast, sucking hard on your nipple while two fingers push inside you. You cry out, back arching as he curls them perfectly, thumb circling your clit. His dark, hungry eyes never leave your face.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispers, pumping his fingers faster and adding a third, stretching you open. His mouth moves to your neck, sucking another mark as you tremble on the edge. Then he suddenly pulls back, smirking at your needy whine.
He sheds the rest of his clothes, cock hard and leaking as he settles between your thighs. "My turn," you tease, voice dripping with lust as you straddle him. You sink down onto him in one smooth motion, moaning loudly at how full you feel. Sunoo’s head falls back with a groan, hands reaching to grip your hips. You don’t go slow. You ride him hard and fast, desperate and hungry. Rolling your hips and grinding your clit against him with every moan.
Your hands brace on his chest, and he looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed while you take what you want. "Fuck s-slow down," Sunoo pants, but his voice cracks into a whimper when you clench around him. His cheeks flush bright red, eyes fluttering as he tries to hold back. You lean down, lips brushing his ear. "Are you about to cum?," you whisper, amusement visible in your tone. Sunoo’s breath hitches.
A broken whimper escapes him and his face burns deeper red. His hips jerk up helplessly, no longer able to control himself and he cums hard, spilling deep inside you much faster than he wanted to. His whole body shudders as he gasps your name. White ropes spilling inside you and leaking down onto the sheets when you circle your hips.
He looks mortified the second it’s over, cheeks still flushed. "Shit- I’m sorry," he mumbles, covering his face with one arm. "I didn’t mean to…"
You laugh softly, warm and affectionate, as you pull his arm away. Leaning down to kiss him tenderly. "You’re so cute, you know that?" you murmur against his lips, smiling. "Do you like me that much?" you tease.
Sunoo’s ears turn even redder, but he nods, pulling you down for another kiss. You stay like that for a moment, kissing him sweetly while he’s still buried inside you, before he flips you again with a playful smile, ready for round two.
You reach for his dick, taking it in your hands but he lays you onto your back. "Not yet," he murmurs, teasing the head against your entrance. "I want to feel you cum around me."
He pushes in slowly, groaning at how tightly you clench around him. Once buried deep, he sets a punishing rhythm. Deep, powerful thrusts that make the headboard knock against the wall. One hand pins your hip, the other braced beside your head as he fucks you exactly how you need it, whispering how perfect you feel between every thrust.
You cry out, feeling overwhelmed as your nails rake down his back, legs wrapping tight around his waist. Just when you’re about to tip over the edge, he slows down into deep, punishing thrusts that make your eyes roll back and your toes curl in pleasure.
Each slow drag of his cock against that perfect spot has you whimpering, hips chasing him desperately. He watches you with dark, slightly amused eyes, a smug little smirk tugging at his lips as he drinks in your frustration.
"Sunoo p-please" you gasp, trying to grind up against him, but he keeps the torturously slow pace, clearly enjoying how needy you look.
That’s it.
With a frustrated growl, you push at his chest and roll him onto his back in one swift motion. Sunoo’s eyes widen in surprise, but he lets you take control without resistance.
You sink down onto him with a loud moan again. Sunoo’s head falls back, a broken groan escaping him as you start moving. Rolling your hips, bouncing harder with every thrust. His hands grip your ass, guiding you, but he lets you set the pace completely. "Shit- yes, just like that," he pants as you grind your clit against his pelvis with every thrust.
"Fuck- yes," you moan, feeling up your body as you quicken your pace. Sunoo’s head falls back against the pillow, a broken whimper escaping his lips, no longer able to watch you. His cheeks flush as he feels himself getting closer again, "Baby slow down, I- ah-!" You fuck yourself on his cock even harder, clenching around him on purpose.
His whimpers grow louder, hands gripping your thighs tightly. The heat of his breath against your nipples. You feel the tingling feeling building and you just know it's going to ruin you.
When your rhythm starts to falter, Sunoo takes over again, hands clamping on your waist as he thrusts up into you fast and deep, hitting that perfect spot over and over again until you cum with a sharp cry, clenching hard around him.
He follows right after, burying himself deep with a guttural moan of your name, spilling inside you as his body shudders. You collapse onto his chest, both of you panting and slick with sweat. Sunoo wraps his arms around you immediately, one hand stroking down your back while the other tilts your chin up for a slow, tender kiss. "You’re so beautiful," he whispers against your lips, soft and genuine. "Every single part of you."
You stay tangled together, your hands lazily tracing his skin as his fingers thread through your hair. In the quiet afterglow, that deep satisfaction of possession settles in Sunoo’s chest.
You’re finally all his now. No one would ever take you away from him.
Things settle into something neither of you name out loud but both of you understand. You stay over most nights now, your toothbrush living permanently in his bathroom, a drawer of your clothes taking up space in his dresser without either of you having had a conversation about when that happened.
You've never felt this wanted by anyone. Not even, if you're honest with yourself, by Heeseung at his best.
You touch him constantly, almost compulsively. A hand on his arm mid-sentence, your fingers finding his under the table at dinner, your lips against his temple when he's focused on something and you just want him to know you're there. He never once makes you feel like it's too much. Never sighs, never pulls away, never gives you that look people sometimes give when they've quietly reached their limit for affection. If anything he seems to want it, leans into every bit of it.
He's always there for you, always present. Tells you constantly how lucky he is to have you, how beautiful you are, how he will always be there for you.
You believe him completely. Why wouldn't you? He's the closest you've ever gotten to true love. And you really want to make it work.
Jungwon watches all of it from a distance that keeps growing. He still shows up when Sunoo asks him to. Study sessions, the occasional dinner, the group chat he can't quite bring himself to leave. But something's shifted in how he looks at his best friend now, careful and a little sick, like watching something he doesn't have the vocabulary to judge.
He finds Sunoo alone one evening, in his room, and doesn't bother easing into it. "You need to hear this from someone," Jungwon says, closing the door behind him. "This isn't okay, man. She's not okay" Sunoo doesn't look up from his laptop right away. "Who?"
"Come on, don't play dumb now. You know i'm talking about Y/N"
"Y/N's fine, we're fine. She's happy"
"That's not the same thing." Jungwon's voice is tight, careful, like he's been holding this in for weeks. "She can't go five minutes without checking where you are. Like…she literally dropped her Thursday class to match your schedule. She's basically stopped hanging out with anyone who isn't you."
"She's had a hard year. People get close to the person who was there for them." He shrugs, and there's nothing defensive in his face at all. Just a flat, easy calm that's somehow more unsettling than Jungwon had ever seen him. "I don't think that's something I need to apologize for."
Jungwon steps closer, frustration cracking through. "I'm not asking you to apologize. I'm telling you what I see. You're bad for her…she used to have a life. Friends, hobbies, interests. A whole life that wasn't just, y'know. Orbiting you. And little by little all of it's just gone. And you don't even seem worried about that."
Something cold flickers behind Sunoo's eyes, brief, gone almost before it registers. "So you think I planned all of this? The whole Heeseung thing?"
"I think you've never once tried to stop it." Jungwon says quietly. Sunoo is silent for a moment, and when he speaks again his voice is completely detached. "She’s happier now than she’s been in a long time. What’s your problem?"
“She’s happy because you made her world small enough to only fit you in it,” Jungwon replies, voice cracking. "That’s not love. That's not even close to it. It's control…this is toxic. I need to tell you, as your friend I have to tell you this. I care about you"
"Seems like you only care about Heeseung getting his feelings hurt" Sunoo tilts his head. Something almost curious in the gesture. "I saw you talking to him the other day, heard what he said" his gaze turns ice cold.
Jungwon swallows hard, not quite knowing what to say.
"I show up. I remember things. I make her feel safe and wanted every single day. If that's not love, I don't know what you think love's supposed to look like."
"It's supposed to make her more of herself, not less." Jungwon shakes his head, something like grief moving across his face now. "I've known you since we were kids, Sunoo. I know exactly what this took. I know how patient you can be when you want something. Months of patience, careful and on purpose. I fucking know how you can get…and I saw the way you looked at her and let it happen because I told myself you wouldn't go that far. That you're a good person…I don't know if I believe that anymore"
Sunoo doesn't flinch. Doesn't offer anything. Just watches Jungwon with a stillness that's almost bored, like he's waiting for the conversation to arrive somewhere useful.
"Mind your own fucking business, Jungwon. What do you want me to do? Break up with her? Tell her the truth? That I spent months making sure Heeseung looked worse than he was so she’d end up right here? You really think that helps her?"
Jungwon stares at him, something like grief settling on his face. "The fact that you can say that so easily… I don’t know who you are anymore."
"I’m the same person I’ve always been," Sunoo says simply, turning back to his laptop. "I just stopped pretending. You should try it sometime."
Jungwon stands there a moment longer, waiting for something. An apology, regret, guilt, anything that would make this easier to walk away from. It never comes. Sunoo doesn't even look up again.
Jungwon leaves without another word, closing the door softly behind him.
Outside in the hallway he stands still for a second, phone in his hand. For a moment he considers texting you. Warning you. Telling you something, anything.
He doesn't.
Tells himself it's because you wouldn't believe him. But deep down he knows underneath that it's really because he's not sure anymore what happens to people who get in Sunoo's way.
The next day, Heeseung finds you alone for once. A rare occurrence, where Sunoo is in class and you’re sitting outside the library by yourself, headphones in. He almost keeps walking, but he can’t. "Hey." His voice is careful, uncertain of his welcome.
"Can we talk? Just for a second." You take one airpod out, expression wary. "I don’t have anything to say to you, Heeseung."
"I know." He exhales, hands deep in his pockets. And there’s none of the old confidence left in him. Just something worn down, tired and a little desperate. "I’m not here to get back together. I promise. I just… I need you to hear me out. Even if you don’t believe me."
You don’t tell him to leave so he takes it as permission enough.
"He did this on purpose," Heeseung says quietly, like he’s rehearsed it. "Sunoo. All of it…the timing, the things he knew, the things he said at exactly the right moments. It doesn’t add up as coincidence anymore. He stole you from me, y/n. Slowly and on purpose."
Your face closes off instantly, something protective and hard sliding into place. "That’s not fair, Heeseung. You fucked up our relationship. That was you, not him."
"I know that." He winces, "I'm not saying I didn't mess up. God, I know I did, more than once. I'm not asking you to forgive any of that. I'm just asking you to actually look at the pattern instead of all the lies he's been telling you."
"I don't want to hear this anymore," you say, voice shaking now. "I don't want to hear his name from you ever again. Do you understand me? I don't care what you think you saw, or what you think you know. He's the only person who's actually shown up for me, and I won't let you take that from me too."
"Y/N-"
"No." You cut him off, sharp and final. "Leave me alone, Heeseung. Stop talking about him like that. You don’t get to do this. Not after everything."
"Hey." Sunoo’s voice arrives before he does.
Unhurriedly, coming up the path like he has nowhere else to be. He's got his bag slung over one shoulder and two drinks in hand.
Heeseung's whole body goes still.
It isn't fear, exactly. or is it? He can't tell anymore. It's not the kind he'd recognize as fear if you asked him to name it. It's something quieter and colder than that, extremely unsettling. Something that runs straight through him the second Sunoo's eyes find his and hold there, calm, patient and faintly amused in a way that has his blood boiling. Heeseung's known plenty of guys who could hurt him with their hands. He's never known anyone who could do this. Stand there smiling, and make him feel like something small and irrelevant, sending a cold shiver down his spine.
"Everything okay?" Sunoo asks, looking at you now, voice gentle. "Yeah." You wipe quickly under your eye, already moving toward him. "Yeah, I'm okay."
You reach him and wrap your arms around him without hesitation, burying your face against his chest, he lets you hold him, pressing a kiss into your hair. His eyes return to Heeseung and he doesn't say anything else. Doesn't need to. He just holds his gaze from over the top of your head, something settled and satisfied mercilessly sitting behind his eyes.
Heeseung doesn't move. He can't. Caught somewhere between the urge to say something and the sick, certain knowledge that nothing he says will ever matter here again.
"Let's go," you murmur, pulling back just enough to look up at Sunoo, eyes red but calmer now, grounded by him the way you always are. "Yeah." Sunoo presses another kiss, this time to your cheek before handing you one of the drinks. "Let's go."
You take his hand and he laces your fingers together, the feeling so familiar.
When the two of you turn to walk away. Only then does Sunoo glance back once more, just long enough to make sure Heeseung is still watching. He is. Sunoo holds the look a beat longer than he needs to. Then he turns forward again, already asking you something small and ordinary about your afternoon as if the entire moment never happened.
Heeseung stands there long after you’re gone, the library steps empty again, the campus moving on around him like nothing has changed.
He stands there and finally understands that it will never be enough. that you will go on being happy, genuinely, deeply happy, inside a life someone built for you brick by brick with lies so careful he's not sure they can even be called lies.
That Sunoo will go on being gentle, and patient and endlessly good to you, for exactly as long as it serves him to be. That nobody will ever believe the truth, because the truth doesn't come with the endless dedication. The months of showing up. It doesn't come with painted fountains and remembered birthdays and a someone who always, always knows exactly what to say. He's perfection.
He walks away first, this time.
There's nothing else to stay for. Somewhere behind him, you're laughing at something Sunoo said, the sound of it carrying faintly all the way back to him. He thinks back on how much he's made you cry. How he didn't treat you right. An image of your tear stained face looking up at him begging him to notice you, to love you. Something painful spreads across his chest.
And as much as it bothers him, at least you're happier now...
(a/n:) hihi guys! so Sunoo's Sweet Lies is probably my longest and well...most toxic so far from my 7DS series, I reallyy really wanted to incorporate the envious & possessive traits deep into his personality. And he just came out toxic af...helllo??? Soo this is just a gentle reminder that this is fiction and does not portray anyone involved as they are in real life!! :p Sunoo's my bbg frr. Anyways plz ignore any errors, I proofread this kinda half asleep...part 4 shall be coming soon though (as well as another request i'm working on!) and all my taglists shall be closing by the end of next week, so if you'd like to be added, now's a good time! also do make sure to look through the information carefully before choosing! <33 - vivi
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enhypen x the seven deadly sins:
heeseung | sunghoon
𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 hold me, kiss me. whisper sweetly that you love me forever. hold me, kiss me. whisper sweetly that you love me forever. hold me, kiss me. whisper sweetly that you love me forever.
part one of two
⤫ 28253 ⤫ ― based & inspired on the movie: obsession (2026), heavily major spoiler alert: warnings, style, plot. ― gore, body horror, psychological horror, incel horror, cannibalistic themes, supernatural obsession, graphic violence, self-harm + mentioned of razor on wrist, suicide, toxic co-dependency, coercive control, drugs & alcohol use, smut, technically sex with a demon, blood, mentions of cuts, animal death (cat), profanity, mental health themes, dubcon, noncon sexual content, missionary, cowgirl, blowjob, please let me know if i've missed any!
⊹ 𐙚⋆˙˚ oh my gosh... i meant to do this in 15k but i accidentally doubled the amount haha... omg enjoy... :"( i hope it's not as shit as i think it is ajneabse i've proofread this like ONCE. p/s: i love this movie so fucking much it's sickening and unhealthy... please don't forget to leave your comments, thoughts, and inboxes :(( it makes me so happy!!!
the midnight spoon.
“i like you,” sunghoon started, voice low and careful, “and i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“you’re the only person i feel like i can talk to about anything… the only person i’ve felt this way about. it sounds stupid but i think about you all the time—even when i’m trying not to. it’s like you’re always on my mind.”
“you’re sweet and you’re kind, and i don’t know anyone who loves animals and cooking and books like you do. i know this might be weird to hear but… i like you, yn. like, more than anyone else, ever.”
“uh… uh huh.”
sunghoon pushed on, gaining confidence after that little push. he cleared his throat, eyes fixed on the female in front of him.
“my heart flutters every time you walk into the room, and every word you confide in me—”
“nope. stop.” jake cut him off, waving his spoon like a referee. “dude, nah. what are you? you’re not 72, you’re only 23!”
sunghoon groaned loudly, covering his face with both hands, elbows planted on the table. his dark hair fell forward as he slumped. “then how am i supposed to say it?” he mumbled through his fingers, voice muffled and frustrated.
jake leaned forward on the chair, grinning. oh, his poor little bestfriend. he turned to the poor waitress, who was holding the pot of water as she refilled sunghoon’s cup for the fifth time of the night.
“alright, be honest,” jake asked her, tilting his head. “would you accept his confession?”
the waitress blinked, cheeks tinting ping. she shifted on her seat, chuckling softly. “uh… um… well, it’s a bit too… much? like, too fast?” she gave a nervous little laugh. “i mean, that was really sweet! a little gross, but so sweet!”
jake clapped his hands in victory. “exactly. thank you.” he flashed her his charming smile. the waitress smiled back, scooting to leave the banquette chair. “also, can i get a cup of coffee? thank you.”
“sure,” she nodded quickly. before leaving, she glanced at sunghoon, whose head was still slumped against his palms. her voice softened a little. “and don’t worry too much about it. girls are simpler than you think. it’ll go well.”
sunghoon just muttered a soft, weak “thanks…” without lifting his head.
once she disappeared toward the counter, jake stood up, swung the single chair back to its original spot and slid back into the booth across from sunghoon. he stretched his arms along the back of the seat, sighing.
they’d been practicing for the past hour straight, and it honestly wasn’t looking too good for sunghoon. every attempt came out either painfully stiff and awkward or overly dramatic—like it was so obviously scripted and rehearsed.
the fluorescent lights of the diner above them flicked once, casting a brief shadow over sunghoon’s flushed face. he couldn’t believe they just stole away a waitress, her time, and made her the victim of his endless confessions.
jake watched him for a second, the grin faded into something more to sympathy. he leaned forward, arms on the table now.
sunghoon finally dropped his hands, thoroughly defeated. “i’m never doing this again.”
“you’re overthinking it.” jake said, voice lower than before. “yn isn’t the type who wants fireworks and bouquet of roses. she literally laughs at the smallest things in the world and more than anything, she’d value your honesty and sincerity more than these… superficial things.” he tapped the table twice for emphasis.
“just be honest and direct. tell her how you actually feel when you see her. that’s it.”
sunghoon finally lifted his head, dragging a hand through his dark hair. his jaw clenched, dark brown eyes tired under the warm lighting. “i know that,” he muttered, sighing. “but every time i think about actually saying it to her… my brain just goes blank, man.”
“what if i ruin it? everything? we’ve been friends for some time now—i can’t just fuck it we ball. what if she doesn’t feel the same and it gets weird?”
jake shrugged, stealing a fry from sunghoon’s forgotten, unfinished plate. “then it gets weird for a bit. but at least you’ll know how it actually goes if you do confess.” he pointed a fry at his friend.
“and besides, you know how she is. she’s not going to throw a friendship over some temporary feelings. she’s more mature despite her looks.”
sunghoon didn’t answer right away. he stared at his glass instead, watching droplets of condensation slide down the glass. the thought of you made his chest ache in that terrifying way of rejection.
he could already picture it.
your soft voice saying no, the same voice that sunghoon loved hearing more than the sound of his band’s songs. the way your fingers would probably hold his’, telling him how sorry you are, the same fingers that strummed his guitar. how you’d look turning him down—no longer the peaceful look you always have on your face.
ugh, fuck. you’d probably look awkward, guilty, and pity him. looking pathetic in front of you was the last thing sunghoon ever wanted.
and the thing was—sunghoon’s feelings, he’s sure it’s not just temporary. they weren’t just a passing crush like how the other boys had for their crushes. this feeling settled deep in his chest and it only grew stronger every single day.
“i don’t know,” he finally said, voice low. his fingers messed with his hair again, tugging at the strands in frustration.
“ah, fuck it,” sunghoon muttered under his breath, tipping his head back before his shoulders slumped. “i’ll just… shit, i won’t do it.”
jake’s eyebrows shot up. “hey, don’t be like that. what gives?”
sunghoon shook his head, refusing to meet his best friend’s eyes. he slumped back against the seat. “nah, i don’t want to hear it when she says no.”
there it was—the insecurity he kept locked away that’s slipping out in his tone. sunghoon wasn’t the type to say it out loud often, but tonight it sat right on the surface. jake knew this too well.
jake leaned forward a little more, frowning in confusion. it wasn’t going well, sure—but sunghoon looked determined enough just a few seconds ago. “you won’t know that unless you try.”
“nah, it’s fine, man,” sunghoon replied quickly, scoffing. he leaned back, arms crossed over his chest. pure body language sign that he didn’t want to have this conversation anymore. “i’ll just regret it.”
jake, still slightly frowning, watched him for a few seconds, then sighed. “alright… well, you do you.” he paused, tapping his fingers once on the table before adding, more seriously this time. “i’m just saying… it’s not like you have all the time in the world. you either take the risk, or lose the chance.”
the words landed like the moon between them. sunghoon didn’t reply. he only stared at his cold glass again. jake quietly sipped on his coffee, drumming his fingers against the table.
the diner went quiet.
——
when did it all start?
maybe it was the first time he ever saw you.
it was a few years back—a lazy, hot afternoon in jake’s dorm meant to study but turned into doing nothing. jake had been showing him old photos on his phone, scrolling through memories when sunghoon wasn’t even in.
then there you were, standing next to jake in one of the pictures, maybe fourteen, or younger than that. sunghoon couldn’t tell. but you were smiling brightly with messy hair and stained uniform. jake laughed and said something like, “that’s my childhood bestfriend, yn. she’s starting here this semester.”
sunghoon had only nodded at the time.
or maybe it started the day you stepped into their elective class—graphic web designing—half an hour late.
you’d missed the bus, hair—again—slightly messy from rushing across the campus, cheeks flushed and the collar of your blouse was slightly wet with sweat. the professor made you introduce yourself in front of the entire auditorium as “punishment”.
just like others, you were embarrassed. but a cute kind. the kind where sunghoon was glad the bus ran late because he got to see you this way.
or maybe the night his band performed at the campus music festival.
the lights were blinding and the crowd was loud. but in the middle of one song, his vision had cleared for a split second and he saw you. standing near the front with jake, smiling and not singing cause you had no idea what you’d just dragged yourself into.
you’re an awkward girl, sunghoon could tell that. probably not as awkward as him, but definitely not as outgoing like the others in the crowd. when the set ended and you smiled up at the stage—not at the band or the performance, but specifically him when your eyes met—something within sunghoon shifted.
that was the moment he knew it wasn’t casual anymore.
HONK!
sunghoon startled, snapping back into reality as the sharp sound of a car horn cut through his thoughts. he was behind the wheel of his sedan, halfway home. the traffic light in front of him had turned green while he was lost in his head.
“gosh… jesus, calm down,” he muttered under his breath, cheeks warming with embarrassment even though he was alone. he quickly shifted gears, pressing the accelerator a little too hard before easing off.
his hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. that spiral of memories left a strange tightness in his chest. the way you looked at him. not the lights, not his bandmates, not jake. just him.
he exhaled slowly, trying to shake the feeling off. driving usually helped him clear his head, but tonight, every red light felt like a warning.
you either take the risk, or lose the chance.
sunghoon bit the inside of his cheek. he wasn’t sure if he was ready to even risk it… but the longer he waited, the more he’s at a loss.
how was he supposed to say it then?
sunghoon tried practicing in his head again, muttering under his breath like an idiot.
“hey, yn… i’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now…”
too casual. basic.
“i like you. a lot. more than a lot, actually—”
no. that sounded too desperate.
“if you don’t like me back, i don’t know what i’m gonna to myself.”
what the fuck was that? sunghoon cringed hard, gripping the wheel tighter. he’s not saying that to you.
every version felt wrong. too stiff. too awkward. too much. not enough.
damn. was this even the right thing to do?
you… you were so full of light. so whimsical and kind to everyone in a way sunghoon had never known before. smiling, laughing, giving pieces of yourself away so… so easily. sunghoon wanted that. he wanted all of it for himself.
but what if you didn’t feel the same? what if you only saw him as someone from your graphic class? as jake’s bestfriend?
he hated how that was possible. and how much power you had over him without even knowing it.
“... i just want her to look at me,” he muttered quietly, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “is that too much to ask?”
the selfish want sat heavy in his chest, mixed with the familiar fear of rejection. sunghoon didn’t think about what his confession might do to you. the thought about what not having you was already consuming him too much.
——
“kibbles?” sunghoon called softly, voice echoing a little in the dim hallway. he kicked off his shoes by the entrance, setting it aside with his foot. “kibbles?”
huh. she’d usually come running. or at least meowed from her favourite spot on the windowsill where she liked to watch the car headlights. the sound of the door unlocked should already alert her that he was home.
but tonight there was nothing.
sunghoon frowned, sighing as he set his keys down on the console table. he made his way through to her usual spots first—the windowsill, none. the corner of the couch where she’d bundle in the blanket, none. on top of his speaker stack, not there too. under the dinner table, no sign of her.
“kibs, come on,” he muttered, a small thread of annoyance and worry creeping in as he walked further into the house. deciding to let her be for now, sunghoon went into his room and flipped on the bathroom light.
he froze.
there—kibbles was lying motionless on the cold tile floor near the sink, her small gray body curled unnaturally. a half–chewed blue-green pebble was sitting right in her slightly opened mouth. white, foamy drool trailed at the corner of her cat mouth.
insecticide bait pellets for the tiny ants he’d bought.
“shit…” sunghoon whispered, heart dropping.
he crouched down slowly, hand hovering over her without touching. she was already cold—must’ve been a while ago today while he was out the whole day. sunghoon glanced at the pellets he scattered around the floor.
he must’ve forgotten to throw the rest of those pellets out after he placed them. he’d meant to, really had. but between band practice, the constant thinking about you, work, assignments—it had slipped his mind.
“sorry, kibs,” he breathed, scratching the back of his neck, then ruffled through his messy hair.
what a shitty fucking day.
he crouched there on the bathroom floor for a long moment, just staring at her. she’d been with him since his first year—a low–maintenance companion who never asked for much, but always kept him together.
and now she was gone because he’d been careless about throwing those damn poison pellets out.
eventually, sunghoon stood up. he grabbed an old towel from the rack and gently wrapped her in it, carrying her out of the bathroom. she felt heavy and unnaturally stiff in his gentle grip. he placed her on the kitchen counter for a second while he looked for a bag.
once he found one, a paper bag, he carefully slid her inside and set the bag near the edge of the counter, meaning to deal with it properly later. to bury her outside, or something.
but his phone suddenly rang, cutting through the silence of the house.
he pulled it out of his pocket.
haewon.
“hey,” sunghoon answered, voice tired and weary.
“hey, are you and jake okay?” haewon asked without much greeting. it’s always been like that anyway. she sounded like she was walking somewhere, keys jingling in the background.
“yeah, why?”
“dunno… he just looked kinda bummed when he came home. you okay?”
sunghoon let out a long breath, leaning against the counter. his eyes drifted to the plastic bag holding kibbles.
“not really,” he admitted quietly. “kibbles died.”
there was a soft gasp, then followed with a short pause on the other end.
“oh gosh…” haewon muttered, her breath hitched in her lungs. “sunghoon, i’m sorry… what happened?”
“she just… she ate something bad,” he said, the words coming out carefully. he didn’t mention the insecticide pellets. didn’t mention he’d forgotten to throw them out days ago. it happened.
“i found her in the bathroom earlier.”
he left it at that—vague, but enough. people didn’t need to know about details. part of him felt kinda guilty for not telling the full truth, but another part of him just didn’t want to hear the judgement in her voice. or worse, the pity.
haewon sighed softly on the line. “that’s awful… i know how much you loved her. do you need anything? want me to come over or bring you food or—?”
“nah, it’s fine,” sunghoon replied, rubbing his temple. “i’ll deal with it. thanks though.”
“oh—alright, just let me know if anything, okay?”
“sure.”
the call didn’t last much longer. after a few more gentle words from haewon, he hung up and set the phone down.
sunghoon stood there in silence for a moment, staring at the paper bag. he then glanced at the clock on the wall—it was almost 2. too late to deal with this properly. he’d handle it tomorrow. whatever people did in these situations.
with a tired sigh, he picked up the bag and carried it over to the kitchen trash bin. sunghoon hesitated for half a second—he didn’t want to throw her out, of course; but he didn’t want to have a dead cat lying on the counter.
so he dropped it inside.
the soft thud it made when it hit the rest of the trash felt heavier than it should have.
sunghoon didn’t want to think about it anymore tonight. what would change?
he turned off the lights, dragging himself to his bedroom, changed to his shorts before collapsing onto the bed. he closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come fast.
what a shitty fucking day.
——
“hah—ngh—?”
you were underneath him.
a broken sound escaped your throat as pleasure coiled tight in your tummy. you were spread out on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist as he moved deep inside you in slow, rolling thrusts.
missionary. intimate. close.
“shit, yn…” sunghoon groaned, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips. you felt impossibly warm and tight around him. like a fucking vice. your hands were gripping his back, pretty little manicured nails digging into his skin every time he sank in fully.
he leaned to kiss you hard, tongue sliding against yours, swallowing every little gasp and whimper that left your lips. your bodies were slick with sweat and saliva and cum—skin sliding together with every movement like oil on oil.
sunghoon pulled back just enough to look at your face—flushed, eyes hazy and teary and blurry with pleasure, lips parted with your lipstick smudged across your lips and his’. so fucking pretty. fuck—the way your tits bounced back and forth every single time he rammed into you.
that made him thrust harder, deeper, grinding against that spot that instantly made your back arch off the bed. your eyes rolled back into your head, and you gasped so aloud it made sunghoon’s hair stand up.
your head tilted back, nails digging into sunghoon’s back.
“ahh—fuck! right there!”
your voice was wrecked, desperate, and so fucking sweet. you clung to him tighter like a lifeline, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, hips rolling up eagerly to meet every thrust. your tight walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper with every desperate movement.
sunghoon groaned against your neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin as he picked up his pace. he fucked you harder, grinding against up the pace. he fucked you harder, grinding against that perfect, gummy spot inside you with every stroke. the way your body responded—arching, trembling, soaking his length—drove him insane.
“you’re so tight, ugh shit—feels s’good.” he moaned, capturing your lips in a messy, heated kiss, swallowing your moans as he drove into you again and again. your breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard from arousal. one of his hands slid down to grip your thigh, spreading you wider so he could bury himself even deeper.
you moaned louder into his mouth, nails raking so hard and deep it left angry, red marks down his canvas of a skin. your hips kept rolling up like you couldn’t get enough. “g—gonna cum, i’m gonna cum—!”
so wet. so tight. so perfect.
sunghoon wanted to stay buried inside you forever.
“yeah—? oh jesus,” he grunted, nudging your head up to expose more of your neck so he could press his hot lips to your jugular. he kissed the spot first—soft and open–mouthed—before sucking hard on that soft spot, tongue dragging over your pulsing vein as he continued thrusting into you with deep strokes.
the wet, filthy sound of his hips meeting yours filled the room.
he pulled back just enough to look at your pretty flushed face, eyes clouded with lust.
“i love you,” he whispered hoarsely against your lips. “do you love me?”
your eyes slowly fluttered open. you looked up at him with that soft, hazy expression he loved so much. your fingers brushed his messy, damp hair away from his forehead tenderly, then you smiled—sweet and warm and honey dripped.
and then you whispered back,
“i love you, jaeyun.”
what—?
sunghoon woke up with a violent jolt, gasping sharply as he sat up in bed.
his heart was racing so fast, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his cock—his cock was painfully hard, straining against his boxes. the dream still clung to him, the heat of your body, the way you moaned, the way your tight pussy tightened and clenched around him felt so real.
but those last words hit him like ice water.
jaeyun.
sunghoon sat there in the dark of his room, chest heaving, staring at his own reflection on the wall in front of him. the name echoed in his head, twisting something ugly and sharp in his stomach.
he ran a shaky hand through his hair, trying to calm his breathing.
it was just a dream. just a stupid fucking dream that felt so, so, so fucking real.
just a dream. shit.
he let out a heavy sigh and glanced down. the front of his boxers was visibly wet and sticky, soaked through from how hard he’d cum during the dream. at the age of 23. he cursed under his breath and pulled the blanket off his lap.
then he finally looked at the clock on his nightstand.
16:53
“damn…” sunghoon muttered, rubbing his face. he had slept through the entire morning and most of the afternoon. he’d missed practice—but thank god the rental store was closed for the day.
RING—!
his phone suddenly rang, vibrating loudly on the nightstand. sunghoon reached over to grab it—the screen lit up with jake’s name.
he stared at it for a long second before picking up, his voice coming out rough and slightly annoyed when he was reminded of the dream.
“what?”
“whoa, damn,” jake laughed on the other end. easy. “did i wake you up or something? you sound like shit.”
sunghoon leaned back against the headboard, running his fingers through his hair again. “uh—yeah, sorry. long night. what do you want?” sunghoon cleared his throat, sounding less… irritated.
jake didn’t seem fazed. “band night at the hollow tonight. a couple of the guys from fine arts are playing. thought you might wanna come through. you in?”
sunghoon hummed, leaning his head back, staring at the ceiling. kibbles’ death and the dream was still clinging to him like sweat.
“uh… no, i don’t think so actually.”
there was a short pause.
“you are?” jake asked, both teasing and concerned lilt slipping into his voice. he wondered if sunghoon was still annoyed and bummed from last night’s conversation. “yn will be there.”
sunghoon’s grip tightened slightly on the phone. the mention of your name sent a mix of heat and unease through his chest. it’s nice if you were there—it’d been a minute since sunghoon last saw you. he figured he could…
kibbles.
his heart ached.
“uhm… yeah, no. i don’t know, maybe not,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. “something came up.”
jake hummed, not buying it. haewon must’ve not told him yet about kibbles. “something came up, huh? you’ve been weird since last night, man. are you good?”
“i’m fine,” sunghoon replied a little too quickly. “just… ‘m just not in the mood tonight. tell haewon and yn i said hi though.”
a beat.
“...alright, sure.” jake didn’t push further, but his tone made it obvious he was suspicious and slightly disappointed. “but if you ever change your mind, we’ll be there from like, 8–ish. don’t rot in your room all night, hoon.”
“yeah, and i won’t—later, jake.”
sunghoon hung up and tossed his phone onto the bed beside him. he sat there in silence for a while, the wet spot on his boxers now cold and uncomfortable.
he glanced at the clock again—it’s a little past 5pm. knowing jake and haewon, they were probably going to drag you out to eat first before heading to the bar for the night. the thought made his tummy twist.
it’s so… bad.
sunghoon hated how easily jealousy sat in his chest now. hated how vivid that dream still felt. hated that even after everything, the first name that left your lips in his fantasy wasn’t his.
with a heavy sigh, sunghoon forced himself up and out of bed. he stripped off his boxers, tossed them into the laundry basket, and headed to the bathroom. the shower water was hot when he stepped under it, steam quickly filling the small space.
he closed his eyes, letting the water run down his face.
it’s because you and jake were childhood friends.
that had to be it. that closeness from time. the inside jokes. the way you finished each other’s sentences and food. the way jake could casually throw his arm around your shoulder and you’d just laugh it off, not tensing up.
the two of you had years of platonic history. sunghoon had… what? a few months—a year, at least—of stolen glances, late–night study sessions, occasional group hangouts, and bar nights where he always ended up sitting near you but never close enough.
the four of you even worked together at the old movie rental store off campus. that was how he got to see you more often—organising shelves together, sharing lunch times together, the chats when the store was empty. those shifts were everything to him.
sunghoon pressed his forehead to the cool tile, jaw tight.
he wanted more than that, though.
the water kept falling, but it did nothing to wash away the ugly twist in his chest.
——
after his shower, sunghoon stripped the messy sheets off his bed to replace them with fresh ones, trying to keep his hands busy, mind occupied. he was smoothing out the comforter when his phone started ringing again.
gosh. endless calls.
but this time, the screen lit up with your name.
yn ♡
sunghoon’s heart jumped, and he nearly let go of the pillow he was puffing up. he cleared his throat a couple of times, quickly running his still–damp hair to compose himself before swiping to answer.
“hi, yn,” he said, trying to sound casual even though his voice came out a little lower than usual.
“hi, sunghoon,” your voice came through the line, soft and warm like always. like you. “are you coming to the band night at the hollow later?”
sunghoon sat on the edge of his freshly made bed, fingers gripping the phone a little tighter. he sucked the inside of his cheek before replying, “uh… maybe not. i don’t know yet,” he answered, hesitating. did you call him just to ask if he was going? did jake put you in on this?
“are you?”
a short second paused before you answered.
“yeah, i am,” you hummed. “one of my girls is performing with her band tonight, so i have to show up,” you continued with a small laugh. there was another short pause before you added,
“it’d be nice to have you there, though. i’ve got something to tell you.”
sunghoon’s tummy flipped. his heart jumped, and the words got stuck in his throat.
“really?” his voice softened, a grin plastered on his face. “what is it?”
you let out a soft giggle. “haha, you’ve got to come then if you want to know.”
he couldn’t help the smile that rugged at his lips. canines digging down the flesh of his lower lip, sunghoon fumbled with his pants’ drawstrings.
“hmm… we’ll see.”
there was another brief pause. then, you continued, tone shifting to something more casual but sincere. “oh, also… i wanna let you know that i’ve put in my two weeks at the store. i wanna focus on helping my mom with the family business we got going on.”
sunghoon’s smile faded. he hadn’t expected that. the only time he could see you for eight hours a day was when you shared a shift. but now, you were going? leaving him?
“oh… wow. that’s… that’s sudden.”
“yeah,” you replied quietly. “i’ll tell you more about it later if you come tonig—crap!”
there was a sudden clatter on your end, followed by shuffling sounds like you were moving around quickly.
sunghoon sat up straighter. “yn? are you okay?”
he heard a soft grunt on the other line, then your voice. “yeah, yeah—but ugh,” you muttered, crouching down. he could hear the faint echo of your voice like you were near a tiled floor or drain. “my gem fell!”
“your what?”
“my necklace,” you explained, voice a little strained and clearly frustrated. sunghoon heard more shuffling on your end, like you were trying to look for it down the drain. “my onyx, ugh. it’s for protection and i’m supposed to bury it—it just slipped off…”
sunghoon’s lips twitched despite everything. even in small, troubled moments like this, you were still so you.
just as he was about to drift back into that dangerous fantasy, your voice pulled him back. “—of all days! i already feel so crappy, gosh.”
there was a soft sigh on your end before you continued, “today’s been awful… anyway, i’ll see you tonight?”
sunghoon hesitated for half a second, then answered quietly, “sure. i’ll be there.”
your voice brightened, sunghoon could hear it. he bit back a smile. “really? okay, great. i’ll text you if anything changes. see you later, sunghoon.”
“mmhm. see you, yn.”
the call ended.
the promise of seeing you tonight—with the something you wanted to tell him—made his chest feel tight in a way that was both exciting and terrifying.
tonight could be the night that everything changes.
——
“welcome to crystal cove.”
sunghoon gave the girl behind the counter a small smile as he stepped inside the quirky little shop. the place smelled in incense and old wood, with soft ambient music playing in the background. he looked around slowly, taking in the shelves packed with crystals, tarots, and spiritual… weird trinkets.
the girl, who looked to be around his age with dyed purple hair, multiple piercings, barely looked up from her nails at first.
“if you need help with anything, let me know,” she said lazily, then went back to filing her nails.
sunghoon just nodded and wandered into the store, browsing quietly. after a couple of minutes, he cleared his throat. “uh, yeah… actually i do need help. do you have crystal or gem necklaces?”
the girl finally put down her nail file and walked out from behind the counter.
“yeah, let me show you.”
she led him to a small table that had a spinning display rack full of necklaces and pendants. different stones in shapes and colours hung neatly.
“this is all we have,” she said, giving the rack a little spin. “they all have their own energies and stuff, so yeah… take your pick.”
sunghoon leaned in slightly, scanning the many options. “wow, thanks…” he paused, then asked, “what’s one for… calmness, or something like that?”
the girl tilted her head, thinking for a second before picking out a necklace with a smooth, pale blue stone. “this one’s blue lace agate. pretty good for calmness and communication. helps with anxiety too, supposedly.”
sunghoon stared at it for a moment, then nodded before taking it from her hand. “okay, cool… thanks.”
“mmhm,” the girl replied with a small hum, already turning away to go back behind the counter. she picked up the nail file again.
sunghoon held the necklace for a few seconds, turning it over in his palm. huh… yn’s not gonna like this. it felt too generic. he quietly placed it back on the spinning rack.
just as he was about to walk away—get you another thing, bracelet, or something—something else caught his eye.
on the shelf right in front of him sat a small collection of boxes, tiny voodoo keychains, and other oddities. tucked between a "manifestation jar” and a pack of antique–degined tarot cards was an unassuming item labeled—
one wish willow.
the box was small and white, almost minimalist. on the front was a delicate illustration of a slender, weeping willow branch with a single growing orb at the tip. the text printed in a thin, elegant serif font:
grab your wish willow!
break with intention. one use only.
below that, in a smaller faded letting:
wishes do come true. be careful what you ask for.
the packaging looked old, like something you’d find in an actual vintage shop rather than a crystal store like this. sunghoon turned it around. on the back was a simple set of instructions printed in the same font:
spark the middle, break in half.
he stared at it for another few seconds.
huh… a wish. a small, crooked smile tugged at his lips.
“yn’s gonna like this.”
sunghoon grabbed the box without thinking twice and headed to the counter. the girl looked up from filing her nails again when he placed it down.
“no crystals?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
he shook his head, smiling. “this one’s better, i think,” he replied, shrugging.
she scanned the item with a bored expression. “oh right, sure. ‘cause you can make a wish. everyone wants a wish.” she said, her tone subtly sarcastic as she put the box in a small paper bag.
sunghoon let out an awkward laugh. “haha… yeah. it’s, um… it’s not for me.”
“right…” the girl glanced up at him, as she slid the bag towards him with a half-smile. “well, don’t come back complaining if it actually works.”
sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “oh, don’t worry, i won—wait, what do you mean? people complain about these?”
the girl leaned her elbows on the counter, looking mildly entertained for the first time she puts her file down. “well, they’re from the 70s, so most people buy them as collectibles. not really meant to be used. the ones who do use them… usually come back complaining.”
sunghoon let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “haha, why? ‘cause they make regretful wishes or something?”
the girl didn't laugh. she just looked at him for a beat too long.
“yeah. and then they wish they were dead.”
a heavy silence fell between them. the soft ambient music in the store suddenly went deafened.
sunghoon blinked, slightly taken aback. the girl didn’t bat her eyes away.
“... what?”
she held his gaze for another second before she suddenly cracked a smile and laughed lightly, waving her hand.
“well, that’d be 15000 won.”
the eerie tension vanished as quickly as it came. sunghoon blinked, letting out an awkward chuckle but still a little unsettled.
“ah, haha… um, here.” he handed her his card. she rang him up quickly, slipped the receipt into the bag. “you’re good at creeping people out.” he complimented her nervously.
the girl laughed, shrugging.
“enjoy your wish.”
when sunghoon walked off with his paperbag, he turned to look at the girl behind the counter.
she smiled very still, eerily.
wow, sunghoon thought, shaking his head. she needs a raise.
——
the hollow was loud but cozy, being a small bar after all. a local band warmed up on stage followed by low chatter of regulars. the four of you were seated at a round wooden table near the back: you, sunghoon, jake, and haewon.
“—so this guy at the volunteering site tried to flirt with me in the midst of cleaning up the chicken’s cage. mid–scooping he goes, ‘you have really pretty eyes.’”
jake bursted out laughing. “ew, that’s disgusting. what did you say?”
“i told him my eyes were only pretty when i wasn’t smelling shit,” haewon replied, laughing.
you were laughing too, leaning forward with your chin resting on your hand. “he sounds silly. did he keep trying?”
sunghoon smiled along, but honestly, he wasn’t really listening. his eyes kept going back and forth from you, then haewon, then back to you again. under the table, he kept nudging jake’s foot with his own.
jake finally glanced at him, mouthing, what?
sunghoon jerked his head subtly toward you, then gave jake a look that clearly said—leave us alone for a bit.
jake raised his eyebrows, now?, then glanced at haewon who was still mid–story and fully engaged.
haewon suddenly paused, catching the weird energy and the way they’ve been silent between the two boys. “what the hell are you guys doing?”
jake’s eyes widened then he chuckled, shaking his head. “nothing! nothing, nothing.”
nothing—was what he said, but jake’s foot nudged haewon’s underneath the table as well. she frowned, but was quick on catching it, haewon looked at sunghoon—then to you who looked a little confused, and a knowing little smirk appeared on her face.
“oh, oh, okay,” she said, clearing her throat and standing up, “well, i’m kinda thirsty so i’m gonna get more drinks. anyone want anything?”
you immediately started to stand too. “i’ll come with you!”
then sunghoon suddenly spoke up. “wait—no, i’ll go.”
everyone paused. haewon blinked at him, jake—who was mid–standing in his seat, ready to go with haewon—looked back and forth between you and sunghoon. “uh…”
“o—okay…” haewon murmured, slowly sitting back down. jake cleared his throat and plopped back into his chair as well. “alright, yn and sunghoon can go then. i just want a coke.”
you glanced at sunghoon, slightly surprised by the sudden switch–up when nobody wanted to go with haewon. still, you didn’t question it. “...sure,” you said with a small smile, gesturing toward the bar.
“let’s go, sunghoon.”
the bar area was nicely lit with string lights hanging overhead, accompanied with chatters and a band playing on stage in the background. you and sunghoon found a small open spot, slightly away from the main crowd.
you leaned forward slightly, catching the bartender’s attention with a small wave.
“hi—yeah, can i, uh, get two beers, one coke, and a strawberry soju spritzer, please?” you ordered, then added with a grateful smile once he nodded. “thanks a bunch.”
the bartender tapped on the terminal. “alright, that’ll be 38,500 won,” he said. “oh, and we only take cards, hun.”
you nodded quickly, smiling. “oh yup, sure sure,” you replied, already reaching for your wallet.
sunghoon instinctively moved to pull out his own card, but you were faster. your card beeped on the reader before he could do anything. “no, no, it’s fine!” you said, smiling. the machine beeped in approval.
“i got it.”
then, you gently pushed his hand back down with a soft laugh. sunghoon opened his mouth, then closed it again, a small smile forming despite himself.
“you didn’t have to do that.”
“i wanted to,” you replied simply, flashing him that smile he loved so much. “you can bring the drinks later.”
sunghoon smiled. as the bartender turned to make the drinks, you turned toward him, resting your elbows on the wooden counter. he felt his pulse pick up, and rubbed the back of his neck before speaking.
“so, uhm… any new movies you’ve been watching lately?”
your eyes lit up instantly—movie talk was always a safe, comfortable topic between the two of you, having worked in a rental store and all.
“oh yeah, actually…” you got comfy. “i watched undertone two nights ago. but don’t tell kim, okay? i promised her i’d rent it at the store first so it counts toward our numbers.”
sunghoon let out a genuine laugh, the sound low. the tension from earlier eased a bit. “you watched it without renting? that’s bold. kim’s gonna kill you if she finds out.”
“i know, i know,” you giggled, covering your mouth with one hand. “i felt so guilty the entire time, but i couldn’t wait. it was so good, sunghoon. the sound design’s absolutely crazy, oh my gosh. i don’t think i’ve ever been so scared without all the jumpscares, ghosts action, you know?”
sunghoon nodded, smiling. he placed the top of his chin on his palm. “i’ve been meaning to watch it. everyone’s been talking about the score. was it as creepy as the trailer made it seem?”
“oh—creepier.” you said, eyes widening for emphasis. sunghoon loved all the expressions your pretty face could do. “if you’re ever gonna watch it, don’t watch it alone—i kept thinking, ‘why am i watching this by myself?”
he smiled. you always got that spark in your eyes when you talked about films. the way your eyebrows lifted, the small scrunch of your nose. so animated. it was one of his favourite things about you.
“haha,” sunghoon chuckled. for a moment, he almost forgot everything else. forgot about the confession, the dream, kibbles. but then he remembered—you said you had something to tell him tonight.
“oh, yeah… about the thing you wanted to tell me—” he started, voice a little quieter.
before you could hum a reply of what he was saying, haewon suddenly appeared beside the two of you.
“playgirl’s playing! they’re starting their first song!” she said excitedly, already grabbing your arm. playgirl was one of your friend’s bands that was performing for the night.
“come on, we have to go back!”
your eyes widened slightly, quickly grabbing your phone on the counter. haewon gently pulled you away. “already?! wait—”
you turned your head toward sunghoon, giving him an apologetic but sweet smile.
“finish what you’re gonna say later!”
sunghoon nodded, trying to hide his disappointment, annoyance, and embarrassment. he clicked his tongue, drumming his fingers against the bar counter.
dang.
“yeah… later.”
——
the group walked out into the parking lot together, still laughing about something from earlier. your voices echoed between the parked cars under the glow of the streetlights.
suddenly, you stopped mid–step.
“oh, an orangey!” you said, eyes lighting up. a small stray tabby was lurking near one of the cars. without hesitation, you jogged towards it and crouched down, rummaging through your bag until you pulled out a small pack of dry cat food. you tore it open and carefully poured some onto a clean tissue you’d taken out, placing it on the ground.
the three of them slowed down and watched you.
haewon tilted her head, amused. it hadn’t been that long since she became friends with you. “does she always have cat food around?” she asked the two boys.
jake nodded with a grin. “mmhm. pretty much.”
a few moments later, you stood back up, brushing your hands together as the cat approached the food.
“sorry, what were we saying?” you asked, catching up to them again with an apologetic smile. obviously that small act of kindness towards the cat brightened you up, because you couldn’t contain the smile on your face.
haewon linked arms with you. “we’re going to karaoke! the night is still young~”
you let a tired groan, leaning your head on her shoulder for a second. “but i’m getting older~ ugh, i’d love to join but i’m just so sleepy…”
“awe, come on!” haewon whined, shaking your arm. “it’ll be fun! we haven’t done karaoke in forever.”
“i know, but…” you smiled tiredly, shaking your head. “nooo, seriously you guys, i’m kinda tired.”
jake chuckled. “you sure? you didn’t even drink a lot today.”
you turned to him with a pleading look. “but i do—jaeyun, please? i’m tired… i wanna go home.”
your childhood friend scratched the back of his neck. “my car is headed to the karaoke place though…”
you gave him your best puppy eyes, clasping your hands together like you’re praying. “please drop me off first?”
before jake could even respond, sunghoon stepped forward, unable to hide the quiet eagerness in his voice.
“i can take you home.”
you turned to sunghoon with a slightly surprised but grateful expression. “are you sure?”
“yup,” sunghoon nodded, trying to sound casual. “it’s uh… getting late for me too.”
haewon immediately pouted. “aw please, you never go to sleep right away anyway! who’s gonna play the bells while i sing, then?”
jake laughed, covering up haewon’s mouth. “i’m here, let them go home, already.”
you giggled, smiling softly at sunghoon. “thanks, sunghoon.”
the four of you exchanged quick goodbyes. sunghoon waved at jake and haewon—then jake pulled you into a hug. his arms wrapped around your waist.
“get home safe, okay?”
“mmhm, i will,” you murmured against his shoulder before pulling away.
sunghoon watched the hug a second longer than necessary, jaw tightening just slightly before he looked away.
——
the drive was quiet at first.
it wasn’t the first time sunghoon had ever driven you home, but every time he did—it always started quiet. like the two of you were giving yourselves some room to get comfortable. you sat in the passenger seat of his sedan, the streetlights casting patterns across your face.
in the smallness of the car, the alcohol had clearly hit you harder now. your movements were a little more abrupt, head occasionally leaning against the window as you stared off into the passing scenery and stores. your words started to slur just a tiny bit at the edges.
after a few minutes of silence, you turned your head toward him.
“oh, right… haewon told me about your cat,” you began, voice softer now, laced with sympathy. “i know it’s kinda iffy to hear it from someone else but… i just wanted to let you know i’m sorry about your cat.”
sunghoon’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. he kept his eyes on the road.
“oh… no, no, it’s okay,” he replied quietly. “i mean… it’s not okay, but i don’t think it’s fully hit me yet.”
you nodded slowly, blinking a few times like you were trying to focus. you knew how much his cat meant to him—based on the amount of times he’s talked about it. “well… you can call me when it does. if you want. i’m here.”
sunghoon glanced at you for a brief second. even drunk and sleepy, you were still looking at him with that gentle care that always made his chest feel tight.
“i know,” he said, flashing you a soft smile. “thanks.”
the quiet hum of the engine filled the car again before sunghoon spoke again. “oh, i got you something… but only after you tell me what you wanted to say.”
your eyes widened and you turned to look at him. the mood in the car shifted slightly. “you bought me something? you shouldn’t have—wait, why am i kinda nervous?”
sunghoon chuckled awkwardly, his eyebrows’ slightly pinched in slight confusion. “i don’t know. why is that a reaction?”
you scoffed playfully, shaking your head. “um—anyway, it’s nothing really,” you said, voice slightly slurred. “just wanted to tell you i put my two weeks in.”
the boy glanced at you, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “you told me that on the phone though?”
you let out a small, awkward laugh and nodded, looking out the window for a second. “i know… i just wanted to say it again in person.”
sunghoon didn’t buy it. it was obvious on his face—the slight tightening in his jaw, the way his eyes narrowed just a fraction. there was something more—he knew it. felt it. but before he could press further, you said something.
“also… you know my friend sieun?” you turned to look at him, trying to sound casual. “what do you think of her?”
his grip on the steering wheel tightened a little. sieun? sieun park? your bestfriend? “...nothing? i don’t really talk to her aside from our rehearsal time. why?”
you smiled, humming. “well… what do you feel about her?”
sunghoon chuckled softly, glancing at you before his eyes drifted ahead. “you’re asking how i feel about her? like, if i like her?”
“just wonderin’ cause…” you shrugged, still looking out the window for a moment before turning back to him with a small, tipsy smile. “she likes you. and i think… you guys would be cute together.”
the words hit him harder than they should have.
sunghoon’s expression shifted—a flash of surprise, followed by something sharper, almost pained, and irritated. his crush—the girl he’d been liking for months—was trying to set him up with someone else. the irony burned.
“what?” he let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “that’s kinda silly. she doesn’t even know me. i don’t even know her.”
“well, maybe it’s time to get to know her then,” you replied lightly with a smile. as if it was the most obvious solution in the world. sunghoon swallowed. his chest felt tight.
“i don’t… i don’t like her like that.”
there was a beat of silence. at the emphasis, you tilted your head, watching him with those soft, slightly unfocused eyes.
“oh. so you have someone you like, then?”
sunghoon’s heart fluttered. he kept his eyes fixed on the road, then he glanced at you before replying. “yeah… i guess so.”
the air in the car suddenly felt a bit heavier—it was hard for you to grasp it in your drunken condition, but you knew enough not to push it further, just hummed quietly and leaned your head against the headrest.
sunghoon’s mind was racing.
how could you say that so easily? how could you just… tried to set him up with another…?
then, you turned your head to look at him again. “actually, i never thought you would have someone you like. you’re just so… composed and to yourself. it’s hard to figure you out.”
sunghoon gave a small, self–deprecating smile.
“well, i’m not exactly an open book when you wanna get to know me.”
still smiling, you replied, “i think you still are.”
a laugh escaped both of you at the same time—a little awkward, but it managed to ease the tension for a moment. sunghoon’s fingers tapped once against the steering wheel. he hesitated, then asked the question that had been burning in his chest since the starter of the conversation.
“what about you? do you have someone you like?”
you went quiet for a second, then nodded slowly. “i think so, yeah…” your voice was softer now, almost shy. “but i don’t think it’s reciprocated. or it is—i’m not sure.”
sunghoon’s heart picked up speed. so you have someone you like too. sunghoon wondered who it was—that lucky motherfucker. he tried to keep his voice steady.
“does he know you like him?”
you shook your head, a small, embarrassed smile tugging at your lips.
“no, i don’t think so. i get really… shy? around someone i like. so, yeah. if i like someone, nobody will know.”
the silence that followed was nothing like what’s in sunghoon’s mind. every word you said twisted something deep inside him—hope, frustration, and ache all at one. he wanted so badly to ask who it was.
he didn’t.
sunghoon didn’t even confess, yet it felt like he was already rejected.
or maybe he never stood a chance.
“oh—well, we’re here.” sunghoon murmured as he pulled up in front of your grandmother’s house. you unbuckled your seatbelt, gathering your things. just as you were about to thank him and step out, sunghoon spoke again.
“oh yeah, um… do you have a partner for the end of the year party yet? or are you even coming? ‘cause i’m performing.”
you paused, hand already at the handle, and turned back to him with a small smile. “oh yes, yeah. at jay’s house, right? i’m planning to ask jaeyun if he wants to come with me.”
sunghoon’s expression froze.
i love you, jaeyun.
“...jake?”
“yeah. who else?” you replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
it’s always him.
the words left his mouth before he could stop them.
“do you like him?”
you blinked, a little confused by the sudden shift in his tone. your eyebrows pinched in confusion, and your head’s slightly tilted. “yeah…? jake’s my bestfriend…”
sunghoon’s jaw tightened. his voice came out lower, edged with something bitter. “...cause i’m pretty sure he likes liz.”
you stared at him for a second, the playful mood from earlier completely gone. it felt like the two of you were autumn. cold and warm air clashing, shifting from sunny to stormy, windy, and freezing in a matter of minutes.
“ah… okay? why are you telling me this?”
the words came out faster than his brain allowed them to. sunghoon shifted in his seat. “i don’t think he’s good for you. i mean… jake’s great as a friend, but he’s kind of all over the place. he doesn’t really commit to anything. one day he’s all in, the next he’s distracted by something new. i just don’t think he’d treat you—”
“sunghoon, stop.”
your voice was firm. sharp.
you looked up at him with a frown—in confusion, disbelief, and disrespect that he just said that to your face. you gripped your purse tighter on your lap.
“he’s your friend. why are you saying all these things—? i don’t like this at all. you know how close we are.”
the silence that followed was heavy and awkward.
you unbuckled your seatbelt quickly and opened the car door. “i’m going to pretend like i didn’t hear this at all.” before stepping out, you turned back to him one last time, expression tight and clearly, clearly, disappointed.
“i’m really uncomfortable with you saying all this about jaeyun. um… thanks for the ride, anyway. goodnight.”
you closed the door with a soft but firm click and walked toward your house without looking back. sunghoon sat frozen in the driver’s seat for a second, staring at your retreating figure.
“wait—fuck… shit…” he muttered under his breath. he quickly pressed the button to roll down the passenger window. “yn—!” he called out, but you had already disappeared. the door shut behind you with a thud.
the street fell silent again.
sunghoon leaned back heavily against the headrest, dragging both hands down his face.
“what the fuck did i do…” he whispered to the empty car. “why did i do that… ugh, i’m so fucking dumb…”
his heart was pounding. the jealousy he wasn’t able to control that had been simmering all day had boiled over in the worst way possible. he’d badmouth his own bestfriend—jake, of all people—in front of you. the one person whose opinion mattered most to him.
sunghoon groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
“she’s never gonna look at me the same way again… fuck.”
the silence in the car felt suffocating. this was the most the car has been through since the last years sunghoon got it from his dad. his chest was tight, regret clawing at him from the inside. he needed something—anything—to take the edge off.
why the fuck did i say that?
sunghoon knew why.
he reached down toward the glove box where he usually kept his pack of cigarettes. his slender fingers fumbled blindly in the dark, brushing against the small box before he fished it out without thinking.
instead of his dark marlboro pack—it was a white box instead.
one wish willow.
the illustration of the glowing branch stared back at him. the tagline at the bottom suddenly felt louder than it had in the shop.
wishes do come true. be careful what you ask for.
oh. he was supposed to give this to you.
sunghoon’s thumb brushed over the smooth packaging. his mind was still reeling of annoyance, disappointment, and that ugly twist of jealousy all mixing together. the way you defended jake so quickly. the way you looked at him with discomfort and disappointment before getting out of the car. the way you wanted to ask jake to go with you to the party.
his chest felt tight. his jaw clenched. if he were to keep and give it to you later, what would change? it won’t magically get rid of tonight.
sunghoon’s fingers tightened around the box, he turned it over and read the instructions printed on the back in that minimalistic, fun, red font:
usage:
hold the one wish willow gently with both hands.
state your wish clearly and with intention.
break in half.
disposal: after granting your wish, the one wish willow loses its magical properties.
sunghoon mouthed the words as he read them, almost scoffing under his breath.
he looked up toward the front door of your house, the porch lights still on.
“as if…” he muttered, half bitter, half exhausted.
but his hands didn’t put the box down.
in the silence of the car, with the weight of the night pressing down and all the emotions came washing down upon him—sunghoon opened the box and held the small twig in both thumbs and indexes.
wishes do come true.
be careful who you ask for.
his voice came out low, raw, and half–serious.
“i wish yn ln loved me more than anyone else in the fucking world.”
crack.
sunghoon broke the one wish willow in half.
the sound was small and almost insignificant. like it was… nothing. a toy. a faint shimmer of something—dust? light? glitter?—seemed to sparkle for a split second before disappearing into thin air.
sunghoon let out a drag, shaky breath and rested his forehead against the steering wheel, eyes closed.
the broken pieces of the willow sat in his lap.
a beat passed.
then a second.
then a whole minute.
nothing happened.
sunghoon let out a bitter scoff, tossing the broken pieces of the one wish willow onto the passenger seat. he wasn’t sure what he was hoping for—he bought it at a fuckin’ crystal toy store for fucks sakes.
“fuck it,” he muttered. “should’ve known it was a scam anyway.”
he reached for the gear shift, ready to drive off—when a soft knock came from the passenger window.
shit—
sunghoon froze. through the glass, he saw the upper half of your body just standing there by his car. frowning slightly in confusion, he slowly rolled down the window.
it took you a few seconds to crouch down smoothly, elbows resting on the open window frame so your face was level with his. your eyes looked… different. not completely wrong, but off. a little too intense? a little too focused.
like something behind them was watching him more closely than usual.
you were probably still disappointed and bothered by it—and wanted to give sunghoon another warning.
“uh, yn… hey,” sunghoon said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “i just… i just had to pull up directions.”
you didn’t respond right away. you just looked at him for a long second, head slightly tilted.
“you said you had something for me?” your voice was soft, almost too soft.
oh, crap—sunghoon glanced at the broken willow twig on the passenger seat. thank god it was so dark that you didn’t notice it. “oh yeah, i uh… i left it at my house.”
the silence that followed felt heavy.
you visibly deflated a little, eyes dropping. “oh… okay…”
the quiet stretched. your fingers started tapping lightly on the window frame—slow, rhythmic, almost absentminded. the movement felt a little too precise. a little too repetitive. it’s almost like you didn’t want to get back inside.
sunghoon’s stomach twisted.
“i can bring it to work tomorrow…” he offered quietly, smiling.
you blinked slowly, then gave him a small nod. “um… okay…”
your voice dragged just slightly at the end. you stayed crouched there for another second, staring at him with the same unnervingly focused gaze. sunghoon swallowed the lump in his throat nervously, licking his lips.
“well—uh, goodnight yn.”
“wait, actually…” you tilted your head, eyes still locked on him. “um, i think you could use some company tonight. i mean, i did just lose my cat—”
sunghoon frowned. “...you lost your cat?”
you blinked again, like a glitch had passed through your expression. you shook your head, then quickly corrected yourself. “oh wait, i mean you lost your cat. i’m sorry… i’m so sorry for your loss.” your voice softened, but there was something oddly eager beneath. “what should we—are you—do you wanna come inside?”
sunghoon stared at you, visibly confused. his eyes flicked for a split second to the broken piece of the one wish willow.
could it be…
“... are you okay?”
you smiled—soft, almost too sweet. “are you okay?”
“yeah, i’m okay,” he answered slowly.
“well… why don’t you come inside?” you offered again, fingers still lightly tapping the window frame. “we can—you know, talk about your cat and have a few drinks together.”
the invitation hung in the air. your eyes never left his face.
sunghoon rubbed his temple, trying to make sense of the situation. “yn, i’m a little confused…” he chuckled softly, dry. “i think you’re drunk.”
“no, i’m not,” you said quickly, almost defensively. “really.”
he sighed softly. “just… get some sleep, okay?”
that threw you off.
“no, no, no.” you stood abruptly, crossing your arms over your chest. your posture was stiff, almost childlike in its stubbornness. “i know what you’re trying to do.”
sunghoon blinked. “what—?”
you didn’t answer. instead, you reached for the door handle, pulled it open, and slid back into the seat without warning. you sat directly on the broken pieces, the twig crunching faintly beneath you.
“you’re trying to get rid of me,” you said, voice low but strangely intense, eyes fixed on him again.
sunghoon’s heart jumped.
“what? no, no, no—” he stammered, hands lifting slightly in surrender and defense. he could never get rid of you as hard as he tried to. “i just—i just think you’re not in your right head right now.”
you pouted—a soft, almost childish expression crossing your face as you leaned over and pressed your cheek against the dashboard, eyes still locked on him.
sunghoon thought you were cute.
“i promise you i am…” you murmured. “i just… i feel really bad about your cat. you know how much i love cats, right? i don’t want you to be alone. and honestly… i don’t want to be alone either.”
sunghoon’s chest tightened. the way you said it—so vulnerable, so sincere. especially when you barely opened up to him like you did to jake—made something inside him soften despite his brain’s ringing warning bells.
“why? is everything okay?”
you stayed quiet for a moment, cheek still resting against the cool surface. then your voice came out smaller. “well… i don’t think my grandmother wants me around anymore…”
the words hit him harder than expected. your grandmother—? the same one who had been taking care of you since infancy? didn’t want you around anymore? you looked so small like this—curled slightly in his passenger seat, eyes glassy. sunghoon felt a strong wave of sympathy washing over him.
“oh… what? i—i’m sorry, yn… do you, um… wanna talk about it?”
you shook your head slowly, still not lifting your cheek from the dashboard.
“...not here.”
——
sunghoon wasn’t sure if you eventually convinced him, or if he convinced himself to let you come inside.
the two of you walked into his house. the moment the door closed behind you, you looked around with wide, curious eyes.
“your house is so nice…” you whispered, almost reverent as you took off your flats by the door. sunghoon rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly self–conscious. had he known he was going to have you over—
“i like it here.”
he glanced at the lotion bottle on the coffee table.
“oh, thanks… it’s your first time here, right? i’m sorry if it’s not really that clean… i wasn’t expecting company tonight so—”
he didn’t even get to finish his sentence.
while sunghoon was still talking, you had already wandered off toward the kitchen like you knew your way around. that gave him the time to put the bottle somewhere else though. you stopped in the middle of the room, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply.
“it smells like you.” you said softly.
sunghoon froze by the kitchen arch.
“...me? like… bad?”
you turned to him with a small, dreamy smile and shook your head.
“no. it’s nice. i like it.”
warmth bloomed and spread through his chest despite everything. sunghoon had forgotten about the whole incident that happened in front of your house. he cleared his throat.
“yn,” he paused, trying to regain some control of the situation. “you need some sleep, okay? i’ll get you some water.”
sunghoon moved toward the fridge, but you stayed standing in the middle of his kitchen, watching his every move with that same unnervingly soft gaze. sunghoon poured you a glass of cold water, standing in front of you as he held it up.
“here.”
you looked up to him. instead of taking it in your own hands, you wrapped your hands around his’ and brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip.
a few minutes later, the two of you were in his bedroom.
you sat on the edge of his bed, still fully clothed, one leg hanging off the side, the other folded beneath your weight. sunghoon lingered in the doorway, like a father bidding goodnight.
“i’m sorry if i was being weird earlier,” you said quietly. your finger traced the hem of your midi skirt. “i don’t know what was wrong with me.”
“it’s okay,” sunghoon replied, smiling. his voice gentle. “you don’t have to explain it. you’ve been through a lot, so just take all the time that you need, alright?”
you nodded slowly, looking small on his bed.
sunghoon looked around, unsure what to do before he reached over and turned off the main light switch, leaving only the tall floor lamp by the end of the room. the warm, dim lighting cast long shadows across the walls.
he was about to say goodnight and leave when your voice stopped him.
“wait.”
sunghoon turned back.
“will you sleep with me?”
sunghoon froze. “what?”
he looked at the state of you on his bed—slightly disheveled, looking a bit like a pretty mess. “i don’t think i should…”
you looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “please… i can’t be alone right now. i’ll get in my head if i’m in here by myself.”
a beat passed.
sunghoon felt a heavy wave of guilt and unsure–rity settled in his chest. he exhaled slowly.
“...yeah. i can do that.”
he kicked off his home slippers by the door. you didn’t waste a single second either—started undressing right there and then, peeling off your top and skirt. sunghoon quickly looked away out of respect, but the mirror in front of his bed betrayed him. he caught the reflection of your body as you stripped down to just your underwear.
his throat tightened.
he wasn’t complaining.
shit… your covered breasts behind your white bra was even better than your bare tits in his dream. sunghoon loved the fats in your body, the little, subtle childhood scars and marks.
when you were done, he turned around and approached the bed slowly. sunghoon reached out and softly touched your arm, almost like he was making sure you were real and on his bed. you gently pulled him toward you.
the two of you ended up sitting against the headboard. he stiffened as you immediately curled into his side, placing your head on his shoulder and nuzzling closer, almost like a cat seeking warmth. one of your legs draped lightly over his as you got comfortable, letting out a soft, content hum.
“i needed this,” you whispered, voice low and breathy against his neck.
sunghoon’s heart fluttered. he couldn’t contain his smile. “really?”
“mmhm…” you rubbed your cheek against his shoulder in a slow, affectionate motion. “i’m sorry about your cat again…”
there was something almost feline in the way you moved—slow, seeking constant contact. you pressed closer, tits flushed against his bicep. it was like you wanted to melt to him, fingers tracing patterns on his chest like marking territory.
sunghoon swallowed hard, one arm hesitantly wrapping around you.
you shifted slightly, then gently took his chin between your pretty fingers and tilted his face toward yours. your eyes were half–lidded, lips parted as you leaned in.
sunghoon’s breath hitched.
“wait—” he whispered, pulling back just slightly. “i… i think you’re drunk.”
you shook your head slowly, still holding his chin. your voice was soft, but steady. “i’m not. i promise.”
he gazed into your eyes. in the warm lamplight, they looked darker, deeper, almost… bottomless. for the first time, he saw—really saw—his reflection in your eyes and realised how much he had wanted this.
how long sunghoon had ached for you. how badly he had needed you to look at him like this. all the longing, jealousy, nights thinking of you—it was at this moment that worthed it all.
sunghoon must’ve been the easiest man ever—
he succumbed.
he leaned in and kissed you—slow at first, then deeper and more passionate. his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with pent–up hunger. the kiss was hungry and desperate and full of everything he’d kept to himself.
you melted into it immediately, letting out a soft, needy sound against his mouth as your fingers curled into his shirt.
the two of you kissed. and kissed.
and the longer it went on, the more desperate it became. you climbed onto his lap, straddling him as your hands cupped his face. sunghoon’s hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, tugging onto the clasps of your bra.
he’s so lost in the heat of everything he’d wanted for so long.
his fingers gently touched the side of your neck.
and something in you snapped.
your eyes flew open. so wide it almost popped out of your socket. for a split second, the hazy, overly affectionate version of you vanished. you realised you were kissing sunghoon. half–naked. in his bed.
terror flooded your expression.
you shoved him back hard, scrambling off his lap and falling backward onto the floor with a loud thud. your back hit the floor.
“sunghoon—oh my god!” you gasped, eyes wide with horror as you stared up at him from the ground.
sunghoon looked completely panicked, frozen at where he was. “what?! what, what?! holy shit?!”
you sat up quickly, covering your chest with your arms, face burning with embarrassment. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! i’m so sorry—!”
the terror on your face melted away into an apologetic look. you stayed on the floor for a moment, blinking up at him with wide, watery eyes. “i’m sorry… i’m so sorry…” you kept whispering, voice small.
sunghoon’s heart was beating so fast—still in shock, breathing hard.
“no, shit—what was that?!”
you flinched at his tone. “don’t yell at me… i don’t know… i thought i saw something!”
your eyes welled up with tears. the sudden switch made you emotionally raw, and the sudden outburst from him broke something in you. your lips trembled as tears started falling down your cheeks.
sunghoon’s anger and confusion immediately crumbled into guilt.
“...hey…” he quickly got off the bed and crouched down, gently pulling you up from the floor. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to yell.”
you let him lift you, still sniffing. “i really don’t know… it's a panic attack, i—i panicked.”
he sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap like a baby—one arm wrapped around your back, the other cradling your head as he tucked you into his chest.
“i—it’s okay, i was just—” he murmured, rubbing slow circles on your back. “i was just surprised… cause you kissed me first.”
you curled into him, burying your face in his neck, still letting out soft, hiccuping sobs. your arms wrapped tightly around him like you were afraid he’d disappear. sunghoon held you close, heart still racing.
when sunghoon felt your body relaxed, he kissed the top of your head.
“don’t do that next time…”
——
the next day at work felt strangely normal.
you and sunghoon stepped into the video rental store together after arriving at the same time—having rode the same car and all. the bell above chimed as you both entered.
“oh, right. can i stay—”
before you could finish your sentence, the store manager, kim, appeared from the sides and immediately grabbed your arm, pulling you aside. “yn! i don’t know how many times i have to tell people we don’t sell porn here—”
the rest of her sentence was cut off as she dragged you away.
sunghoon barely had the time to process everything before jake popped right in front of him like a damn jack in the box.
he turned jake around and shoved his friend toward the staff breakroom just behind the entrance wall. once they were out of sight, jake turned on him.
“what happened last night?”
sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. he tasted the words on the tip of his tongue, unsure how to put it in words. last night was… to blame on the alcohol.
“you wouldn’t believe me.”
jake’s eyes widened. he couldn’t believe it—his childhood friend, and his bestfriend—that had been liking you for so long. finally—?
“you guys FUCKED?”
sunghoon’s eyes widened, and he was quick to slap a hand over jake’s mouth, muffling the loud exclamation. “oh my gosh, keep it down!” sunghoon hissed, glancing nervously around the room. “and no… we didn’t.”
jake pulled sunghoon’s hand off his mouth, looking suspicious. “then what the hell happened? you didn’t update us at all last night, and now you’re coming to work together? something’s fishy.”
sunghoon leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. “we just… we just slept together, that’s all.”
jake raised an eyebrow. “huh, okay.” then he grinned again.
“well… how was she?”
“um, i don’t know…” sunghoon hesitated, looking visibly conflicted. “she’s… she’s acting weird last night.”
“weird? how?”
sunghoon paused, recalling the night in fragments. after the thing… that happened, sunghoon cuddled you to sleep, and you woke up the next day just fine. he dropped you off at your house to change, waited outside, then drove the two of you to work.
“well, first she said her grandma’s kicking her out.”
jake’s face instantly shifted from playful to shocked. “no way?” his voice dropped. “she’s been living with her grandma since we were kids. what happened?”
“i don’t know,” sunghoon admitted, shrugging. “we didn’t talk about it last night. but… she’s having like, this mental breakdown. she’d freak out one second, then be all happy and clingy the next, then start crying. it was… weird. really weird.”
jake stared at him, processing everything.
“damn… that doesn’t sound like her at all.”
sunghoon nodded slowly, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach.
a beat of silence passed between them.
“you think she’s on… molly again…?”
jake frowned deeply, crossing his arms. “she’s been sober for almost a year. she has no reason to… unless because of her grandma, that is.”
“shit, maybe,” sunghoon muttered, rubbing his face. “i don’t know how to ask her though.”
“i’ll do it then,” jake said without hesitation. if anything, it’s weird jake didn’t know about it. you’d always come to him firsthand. sunghoon glanced toward the breakroom door, suddenly paranoid.
“is she still staring?”
jake darted his eyes toward the entrance, peeking through the small gap in the door. he’s met with the sight of you standing behind the cashier machine, body looking forward, but head’s turned towards where jake and sunghoon’s conversation was taking place.
you were smiling.
“yeah.”
——
jake drove you home after work.
the moment he got back to his apartment, sunghoon dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes, and went straight to his computer. he opened a browser and typed into the search bar:
does the one wish willow actually work?
u/sorrowfull: no it’s an urban legend. my cousin swore it worked but he was just high as fuck lol.
u/rik999: yeah it really granted a wish for me back in 2023!
u/godaddy: it’s not supposed to be used. my dad still has it unopened till now cause it’s just a collector thing.
u/xuser: don’t even play with that thing lol i wished for braces cos my teeth was fucked and now theyre PERFECT
u/tickdrip: placebo effect at best. one can try though.
sunghoon stared at the screen, conflicted and confused. he licked his lips, index finger tapping on the mouse like he wasn’t sure what to do with it. with a heavy sigh, he eventually shut his laptop, rubbing his face.
what the hell am i even doing…
for all he knew, his wish didn’t even come true, and it was just a coincidence. maybe you had a change of mind. maybe you finally had the courage to tell him you liked him. maybe—
knock knock.
sunghoon whipped his head toward the door. it’s almost eleven, and he wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour. regardless, he walked over and opened it.
you—
you were standing there in a thin spaghetti strap black dress that hugged your figure beautifully, full makeup done perfectly—glossy lips, soft eyeshadow, curled lashes, flushed cheeks, the works. you looked stunning—it genuinely took him aback for a second.
“hi, hoonie,” you said softly, a shy smile on your face.
“...yn? what’s up?” where are you going?” he asked, still a little stunned.
you fidgeted with the hem of your dress, looking nervous. “i didn’t know what to wear…”
“what do you mean?”
you bit your lip, clearly nervous.
“i—i’m really sorry about last night. jake told me what happened… you were freaked out—”
“no, no, it’s okay, yn!” sunghoon said quickly, waving his hands in front of him. you looked so cute and he was way too down to even regard everything last night as odd. even if it was.
you stayed in the doorway for a moment, then swallowed the lump in your throat. “i probably shouldn’t have taken anything…”
a beat.
sunghoon blinked. “huh?”
you looked up at him. the outside light behind you made your eyes look darker than it already was. “yeah… i, um, i was on mdma and i was drunk. but i promise… no more.”
“right, okay…” sunghoon said slowly, trying to process everything. he knew you’d taken drugs before, but he never knew it was this bad. “well, do you remember… stuff?”
you stayed quiet for a second, eyes lowered.
“most of it, yeah,” you finally answered. “if i was weird… it was because of the stuff i’m going through. i didn’t mean it…”
sunghoon’s eyes narrowed with a clear disappointment. your gaze shifted, a flicker of concern crossing your face as you noticed his reaction.
he looked away for a moment.
“...oh. okay.”
you took a small step closer.
“also… i want to be transparent about some things."
sunghoon’s heart spiked. out of pure fear—fear of being rejected, fear of hearing you say it was all a mistake, that you didn’t mean any of it, that you two should just go back to being friends and nothing more, or worse stopped being friends at all—
he quickly cut in.
“you don’t have to explain—”
“i know you like me.”
the words hit him like a truck.
sunghoon froze, quickly thrown off.
“no—i—why? what?”
your face dropped instantly. the hopeful, nervous expression you’d been wearing shattered into something vulnerable and raw, like you’d… just been rejected on the spot.
then, after a heavy beat of silence and unspoken things, sunghoon began, voice quieter.
“...do you like me?”
you looked up at him, eyes soft and vulnerable.
“would it freak you out if i said yes?”
a long beat passed.
it was an oddly romantic moment—the kind you only see in movies. sunghoon stared at you, completely caught off guard. his lips parted slightly in surprise. then, slowly, a shy, disbelieving smile spread across his face as he let out a soft chuckle, almost like he couldn’t believe this was real.
he rubbed the back of his neck, voice quiet.
“how long have you felt this way?”
you shifted on your feet, nervous but honest. “it happened over time… maybe with all the time we hung out, and by the time i knew it, i just—” you looked at him, head tilted, searching his face.
“don’t you have feelings for me?”
sunghoon covered his mouth with his hand for a second, shy and overwhelmed. this was the moment he had dreamed about for so long—late nights wondering if you’d ever look at him the way he looked at you, replaying every small interaction in his head, wishing for exactly…
this.
“yeah,” he finally admitted. “i do.”
your face softened. you stepped closer, gently tugged the front of his shirt, and wrapped your arms around him. sunghoon didn’t hesitate. he hugged your back tightly, one arm around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head. you stood there in the doorway, holding each other like the world didn’t exist.
after a long moment, he pulled back just enough to whisper against your hair,
“do you wanna sleep over tonight?”
——
sunghoon slammed you against the wall, kissing you fiercely. all the months of longing, stolen glances, and quiet admiration poured out in that single moment. his mouth was hungry, desperate, claiming yours like he’d been starving for you.
his hands roamed your body—one gripping your waist, the other sliding up your thigh, pushing the hem of your black dress higher.
“ah, babe—” you moaned into his mouth, hands fisting his shirt as you kissed him back just as desperately. the pent–up lust between you was explosive. sunghoon groaned, grinding against you as he pulled the top of your dress along with your bra, exposing your pretty tits.
his mouth left yours to trail hot, open–mouthed kisses down your neck, then lower, sucking and biting at your skin while his hands squeezed and caressed your perky nipples.
you arched into him, gasping, fingers tangled in his locks.
“f—fuck, hoonie…”
sunghoon was losing himself completely—the way you tasted, the way you sounded, the way your body responded to every touch. he wanted to devour you. whole and full. wanted to mark you. wanted you to be his in every possible way.
then, mid–moan, your pearly eyes locked with his.
your eyes widened like it was going to bulge out—expression shifted to sheer panic.
with a frantic shove, you pushed him hard. sunghoon stumbled backward onto the bed as you let out a blood–curling scream, body trembling violently. almost instantly, you hugged your body, colour drained from your body.
“sunghoon, what the fuck?!”
he remained on the bed, shocked and unfazed for a split second—still breathing hard, lips swollen from kissing you. your lipstick stained the corner of his lips.
but within moments, the switch flipped again.
you crawled on top of him like nothing had happened, straddling his waist and sitting on his stomach. your wetness through your thin panties rubbed against his skin as you leaned down and kissed him again, deep and possessive—like you couldn’t bear even a second of separation.
sunghoon didn’t question it. the disturbance registered as nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience.
you pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips,
“sorry, baby…”
sunghoon smiled, hands sliding up your thighs, lifting up your dress until the pooled around your waist.
“it’s okay, baby,” he murmured, voice husky. “molly effect, hm?”
you giggled softly, nuzzling into his neck like a contented critter—pressing warm kisses along his jaw.
the two of you kissed again—slower this time, but no less hungry. your hands roamed his chest, then lower, until you slid down between his knees. sunghoon’s breath hitched as you settled on the floor in front of him, looking up at him with those dark, adoring eyes.
sunghoon couldn’t believe this was happening.
you reached for his belt, undoing it with clumsy but eager fingers. when you freed him—his cock was curvy and at a perfect size, if not slightly bigger, for a lean man like sunghoon. it throbbed visibly in the air between you, the tip already glistening with beads of precum.
“s—shit, baby, look how hard you made me…”
you smiled, leaning to press a soft kiss to the tip first, almost reverent. your lips brushed against the sensitive head as you murmured, warm air hitting the slit.
“you’re so big…”
you kept kissing the tip tenderly like it’s his lips—then dragged your tongue slowly across it, licking up the beads of precum with a soft, satisfied hum. the taste of him seemed to spur you on. you opened your mouth wider and took him in—slow at first, letting your tongue swirl around the head before sinking down further.
sunghoon let out a low groan, head falling back for a second. “fuck…”
his hand gently threading through your hair as you worked him with passionate, wet strokes. your mouth was hot and eager, sucking with just the right amount of pressure while your hand stroked what you couldn't fit. you moaned around him, the vibrations sending up sparks up his spine.
“fuck… just like that, baby…” he whispered, hips twitching slightly but holding back, letting you set the pace. you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes watery but full of devotion as you took him deeper—hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head.
then, you pulled back just enough to catch a breather—lips glossy.
“i’ve never done this before…”
sunghoon’s eyes widened, breath ragged.
“at all?”
you tilted your head, a small, hazy smile on your face. your hands continued to jerk him off back and forth, catching your own slicky saliva on your grip.
“mmm… i think so?”
there was a strange, fleeting disconnect in your works—like your memories were clashing with one another. but sunghoon was too far gone to question it.
you leaned back in, taking him deeper again. the wet heat of your mouth, the way you moaned around him, the way you looked up at him like pleasing him was the only thing that mattered was overwhelming.
his breathing grew heavier, low groans slipping out as you worked him with sensual devotion.
sunghoon’s breathing grew heavier. low, broken groans slipped from his throat as your head bobbed, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock while your hand stroked the base. every so often you’d pull back to kiss and lick the wet tip, almost in a teasing manner before sinking down again.
“baby,” he rasped, fingers tightening in your hair. “you’re so good at this… feels so fucking good.”
the sight of you on your knees, lips stretched around him, tits wet with your drippy saliva—it was better than any dream he’d had. imagining this exact moment, paled in comparison to the real thing—he was losing himself completely.
his hips started twitching, thighs sensing as pleasure coiled tighter and tiger in his tummy. “hngh—baby…” he groaned, voice strained. “i need to be inside you.”
sunghoon pulled you up slightly with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. without a word, you climbed back onto the bed and laid down, pulling him on top of you.
he hovered over you, drinking in the sight. you looked breathtaking underneath him—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair fanned out prettily on his pillow, black dress bunched around your waist. your tits rose and fell with every quick breath, nipples hardened from arousal. your legs spread for him, panties pushed to the side.
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion as he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance. “i’ve been wanting to tell you that for so long.”
you giggled shyly, biting your lip as you looked up at him.
“come on… love me.”
“i do love you,” sunghoon breathed.
then he pushed in.
the first thrust was slow but deep, stretching you open around his curved length. you gasped, back arching slightly as he bottomed out. sunghoon groaned, forehead pressing against yours.
“fuck… you’re so tight.”
you moaned softly, nails digging into his shoulders.
“you’re my first—oh gosh, you’re my first…”
that single sentence sent a bolt of raw heat through him. sunghoon’s hips snapped forward harder, fucking you deeper strokes. the thought that he was your first—that no one else had ever had you like this—made something primal inside him snap.
he thrusted harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room along with your moans and his groans.
it was going good—your pussy was tight and heavenly, and sunghoon had never felt a hold other than his hand so good like this. but then—
you suddenly laughed—a bright, almost delirious sound—and tilted your head back, arching your back as pleasure overtook you.
it freaked sunghoon out a little.
your body convulsed underneath him as uncontrollable giggles spilled from your lips. your eyes rolled back, whites showing for a terrifying second, like you found this whole situation fucking hilarous.
it was wrong. inhumane, almost.
his hand shot up instinctively, wrapping around your throat—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to pin you down and stop the violent twitching.
“no, no… don’t do that, baby,” he rasped, still buried deep inside you, hips faltering for a moment. “stay with me—look at me.”
the laughter cut off abruptly.
your body went still. then your eyes rolled back into place, focusing on him again. the eerie, too–wide smile slowly softened back into normal. the smile he loved so much. sunghoon’s cock tip then kissed the gummy spot inside you, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.
“hngh—!” you gasped, eyes momentarily shut in pleasure before they opened again, finding his—but not entirely looking.
“...sorry, baby,” you whispered sweetly, blinking.
girl!taki whos obsessed with the idea of breeding you so you finally make her dreams come true by getting her a cumming strap ~ its not long before shes pouncing on you and fucking you full of her cum.
every thrust is purposeful. deep. she keeps one hand pressed firm over your lower belly the whole time, right where she’s fucking into you, like she’s already feeling for the bulge of her cum filling ur stomach .
“mmgh—you’re gonna take every drop,” she pants, voice cracking. “gonna let me fill this cunt until it’s leaking out of you for days. gonna—ah—gonna knock you up so good, pretty girl. make you all mine. mine to breed. gonna make you—ah—mommy.”
🍴♡ thinking about fem!fuma teaching you how to eat her out for the first time
the apartment was quiet except for the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional shift of fabric as fuma settled back against the headboard.
you knelt between her open thighs, her robe pushed aside, the warm, flushed skin of her cunt already glistening under the low light. your hands rested on her thighs, fingers slightly trembling. fuma’s hand slid into your hair, gathering it gently at the back of your head. not pulling yet—just holding, steady and sure.
“look at me,” she said quietly.
you lifted your eyes. hers were dark and soft and hungry all at once.
“there’s no rush. you’re going to take your time with me, and i’m going to walk you through every second. all you have to do is listen, okay?”
you nodded.
she guided your face closer until your lips brushed against her. the heat of her skin and the intimate scent of her made your stomach tighten.
“open for me,” she murmured. “soft kisses first.”
you pressed your mouth to her, shy. leaving small wet kisses along her heat. fuma exhaled through her nose, a quiet, pleased sound.
“that’s it. now give it a little kitten lick, taste it.”
your tongue slipped out and dragged a small slow, tentative line up the seam of her folds. the taste was warm and slightly sweet. her fingers tightened just a little in your hair, keeping you right there.
“gooood… keep going. long, slow strokes. flatten your tongue, cover all of me. can you do that for me, bunny?”
you nodded against her, a small, shaky sound catching in your throat. your tongue flattened and dragged another long line up the length of her folds, slower this time, more deliberate. the taste of her bloomed warmer on your tongue. fuma’s fingers flexed gently in your hair, not forcing, just keeping you exactly where she wanted.
“that’s it,” she praised, voice low and steady. “just like that. nice and thorough. you’re doing so good already. my sweet girl.”
you licked again, broader, covering more of her. her thighs shifted under your hands, a quiet exhale leaving her as you dragged over her clit by accident.
“mhmm… right there. stay higher for a second. soft circles around my clit, bunny. no rushing.”
she guided your head with that careful hand, tilting you until your tongue was right where she wanted it. you circled the swollen bud carefully, the tip of your tongue tracing slow, shy loops. fuma’s breathing deepened.
“perfect. look at you learning so fast. keep those soft little circles going… yes. just like that.”
your confidence grew with every quiet sound she made. you pressed a little firmer, then flattened your tongue and dragged over her clit in a slow, wet stroke. her fingers tightened in your hair for a second—just enough to sting sweetly at the roots—before relaxing again.
“mm—fuck… good girl. you’re making mommy feel so good. such a quick learner.”
she started guiding you more actively now, the hand in your hair setting a slow, rolling rhythm. slight, controlled movements of her hips pressed her cunt more fully against your mouth. not rough, just steady, teaching you the pace she liked.
“suck a little,” she murmured. “gentle. close your lips around it and pull. soft. i’m sensitive there, bunny.”
you obeyed, sealing your mouth around her clit and giving a careful, tentative suck. fuma’s head tipped back against the headboard, a low, pleased hum rolling out of her.
“yes… just like that. alternate between sucking and licking. you’re doing so good, pretty girl. making me throb.”
the praise sank deep into you. you stayed right there, licking and sucking in the rhythm she set, letting her use the hand in your hair to keep your mouth exactly where she needed it. soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room. her free hand stroked your cheek, then slid down to rest against the side of your neck, grounding you.
“ah—mm—lets try a little deeper now, bun” she said after a moment, voice a little breathier. “use that pretty tongue, taste how wet you made me.”
she guided your face lower, holding you steady as you pushed your tongue between her folds. the heat of her was overwhelming. you licked into her carefully, and her thighs tightened around your ears for a second.
“that’s it… fuck. stay right there. good girl. look so pretty between mommy's thighs—mmh—should just keep you here."
she held you in place, hips rolling in tiny, controlled circles against your mouth while the praise kept coming, soft and constant.
“you’re doing so good. look at this pretty mouth working so hard. my sweet, inexperienced girl learning how to eat cunt like she was made for it.”
your own thighs pressed tightly together, aching, but you stayed focused on her—the taste, the heat, the steady guidance of her hand in your hair. her breathing grew heavier. the grip tightened just enough to keep you locked against her clit.
“don’t stop, baby. i’m getting close. keep that tongue moving exactly like i showed you.”
you licked and sucked in the rhythm she had taught you, letting her use your mouth with those small, controlled rolls of her hips. soft, wet sounds filled the space between you. her free hand stroked your hair between the gentle pulls, petting and guiding at the same time.
“you’re doing so good… so good for me. pretty girl. keep going. don’t stop—”
her thighs tensed hard around your head. a broken, low moan spilled out of her as she came, pulsing against your tongue in warm, rhythmic waves. she held your face gently but firmly in place through it, letting you feel every flutter while she whispered.
“good girl… good girl…mmph—taking it so well. perfect. god—you’re so perfect.”
when the tremors finally eased, fuma loosened her grip and carefully guided your head up. your lips were shiny, chin wet, pupils dilated. she looked at you with a proud, gentle smile, dark eyes soft and full of heat as she studied your flushed face.
“come here,” she murmured, voice still a little rough.
she pulled you up into her lap without any rush, settling you against her chest so your thighs straddled one of hers. one hand came up to cup the back of your neck, the other stroking your cheek with her thumb, wiping away a little of the wetness she had left on your skin.
“my perfect girl,” she murmured against your lips. “you did so well. first time and you already made me come like that.”
her hand stroked down your back, as her other hand reached lower, slipping between your thighs where you were soaked and aching.
“now let me take care of this pretty cunt,” she whispered. “you’ve been so good. you deserve it.”
word count ⸝⸝ 3.1k
content warnings ⸝⸝ dubcon, afab reader, primal play, predator!weno, wolf!weno, biting, blood play, wound fucking, oral (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, knotting, lots of cum.
It was a peaceful day in the forest, the birds were singing and the sun was bright and centered, sending you light and warmth.
You lived on the outskirts of the forest, closer to the village but far enough from humans and it was peaceful so far. Being a deer hybrid wasn’t easy, it wasn’t like the humans shunned you out but you chose to live here by yourself to keep your peace and safety.
You left your cozy little cottage to go berry picking for the cake you were planning to make with a friend of yours, promising them you’ll be back soon.
The birds chirped above your head as you walked deeper into the forest, followed the mental map of it that you had in your head, already memorized all the nooks and crannies of the place.
Your ears twitched when you heard the sound of a twig breaking, you looked around to find nothing but lush green trees drowsed in sunlight — assuming it was just a squirrel or a tiny animal moving around, you shrugged and kept going deeper into the forest.
You found the berry shrubs after a good walk, your lips curved to a satisfied grin as you bent down with your basket and started picking and placing them in it, humming a familiar song while doing so.
Unfortunately, you were too engrossed in the delicious fruit to hear the steps of a lurking shadow, too oblivious to the looming figure heading your direction.
“What are you doing, little doe?” A gravelly voice whispered against your ear making you gasp.
The warm breath against your sensitive skin makes your heart race. Unable to move, your body froze up, too scared to turn around and look at whoever is behind you fearing that one wrong movement and you’re gone.
“W-what… who are you?” You stammered.
“Didn’t they teach not to go into the woods alone, little doe? It’s too dangerous.”
A hand traced your waist, feeling the heavy weight of warm flesh and sharp claws against your clothed figure. Throat bobbing when you gulped, still frozen in place while your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest.
“I don’t know w-what you’re talking about..”
“There’s too many hungry monsters that lurk around here, little doe.” the sharp claws that hovered were digging into your skin, prickly and painful as little droplets of blood stain your clothes. “And they feed on sweet deer like you…” thighs trembling, you squeezed them together and tried to bite down the winces of pain.
“How about this, little doe…” the voice paused, his warm breath moved to tickle the skin of your neck — hairs standing from the motion.
“I’ll give you a big head start, you better run or else I'll catch you.” Emphasized the words with a tight squeeze on your waist and a chaste kiss on your nape, too fleeting you might’ve mistaken it for wind before you’re set free.
You didn’t need to be told twice.
You ran as fast as you could, trees and paths melted together as you kept running, the pain in your side pulsing but you had no time to dwell on it.
Time blurred, You didn’t know how long it’s been, you didn’t care — all you knew is that you had to run for your life, that staying still and awaiting your doom isn’t an option.
Finally, after running for what felt like years, you settled into a huge, hollow tree trunk. Panting and heaving as the adrenaline rushed through your veins, your body shook with fear and anticipation — surely, whoever that monster is won’t be able to find you here.
You rested for a while, catching your breath and calming your frantic heart. At this point, you didn’t know where you were in the woods, your attention was solely on spent on running away for your life so now you’re stuck in this trunk thinking of ways to get home safely without running into this beast.
Once you were calm enough, you looked up to see that the sun was already setting. ‘Has it really been that long?’ You wondered, the urge to get home before it got too dark outside rose, a heavy sigh escaped your lips — moved to push yourself up and out of this trunk.
While you were leaving, your body hit something solid, making you tumble backwards. A small ‘oof’ as you tried to steady yourself — come to find out that what you hit wasn’t something but someone.
He looked lethal, features sharp as the claws that adorned his hands, fluffy wolf ears and tail swishing around, his lips forming a smirk. “Found you.”
You bolted.
Your pure instinct put into gear, crashing through the bushes with enough force that twigs scratched at your thighs, you leaped over fallen logs and turned sharp corners around tree trunks to throw off the monster’s sense of direction.
You kept running ‘til your legs burned, and then you hid behind a boulder, crouching behind it to stay hidden out of his sight — a chance for you to catch your breath.
Your ears twitched as you tried to listen to the sound of him, laying a hand over your mouth to muffle your heaving breaths.
Leaves crinkled — footsteps, he was getting close. You didn’t have the luxury of choice to stay still again. You leapt and darted through the trees. Behind you, a snarl and a crash was heard as the beast started chasing you, forcing you pick up the pace. It felt like this is the fastest you’ve ever ran in your entire life, but still not fast enough.
Bushes and twigs caught at your aching body and acted as a barrier to your escape from the beast. You can hear the pounding footsteps of pursuit and it only fueled you to keep running, because it that was all you knew how to do — skin tingled from the pain, the rush of the chase.
You grabbed a sapling and used it to slingshot yourself to the right, feeling the faint brush of clawed fingertips down your back as you escaped from his fingers.
Another snarl, and the footsteps faded into the distance.
You turned to duck back beneath the tree roots, making it three steps in before a hand closed around your ankle.
You yelped and screamed, voice echoing through the trees but it fell on deaf ears besides the beast — whose nails were digging mercilessly into your skin. His grip strained around you when you tried to run.
Falling onto your knees from his firm hold, you tried to kick back towards him but he steadied you with his second hand effectively pressing you into the forest floor as the other leg was forced into submission. Stones and twigs dug into your flesh as you were dragged backwards — into the roots of the tree that has once served as a safe haven.
“Was that the fastest you could run, little doe?” The beast mockingly asked, a hand pressed into your back.
“I thought deer were supposed to be faster than this.” His tone condescending, heavy weight settling over your legs, “or perhaps, you wanted to be caught?”
“N-no, I didn’t.” You tried to squirm again, letting out a shout that was swiftly stifled by the wolf’s palm, he smelled of dirt, blood and sweat and it suffocated you like barbed wire digging into your soft skin.“Please … let me go.”
His teeth dug into the back of your neck.
Your body has gone rigid with searing pain, your legs twitching in place but they couldn’t budge with the wolf’s weight on them. You tried to squirm again, biting down on his fingers as an effort to fight back but the beast’s teeth pressed down harder causing you to feel something warm and wet slide over your skin — unsure if this was saliva, or your blood.
Your whimpers were muffled by the hand on your mouth, turning nearly silent from his grip. The scent and taste of the beast smothered you, his fingers were immovable, and anytime you got close to moving it, the nails dug deeper into your cheeks and the teeth on your neck sunk deeper into your welcoming flesh.
Warm liquid trickled down your neck, crimson flowed down your skin and his slender fingers.
You can feel the energy drain from your body, your constant struggling began to settle — barely mustering the energy for one final whimper escaped your lips before your body surrendered to him.
The beast hummed softly, his teeth loosened their grip on your neck while his tongue lapped at the bite with slow, languid laps. Your body shook with each lick, feeling his hot breath fan against your aching skin, his tongue caught a sensitive spot that made you squirm, he growled and bit down to keep you still, urging more blood to spill from your neck into his eager lips — your moans muffled against his palm.
Wet tongue trailed over your skin, he worked his blood stained lips over sensitive spots that had you seeing stars and he continued to bite and suck marks on your welcoming flesh, merciless in his form.
In a hazy fog, you began to lap at the fingers covering your mouth, licking the swollen bite where your teeth had been and when the beast slid these fingers over your tongue, your mouth engulfed them with a soft moan coating them with your saliva.
“There’s a good girl.” He purred into your ears, his voice sweet and thick like honey that dripped down your ears and muddled your brain.
He shifted and you can feel the hard weight of his crotch pressed against your back, making you suck on his fingers even harder.
“Awe, aren’t you an excited little doe?” he muttered, sending shivers down your spine, “you want it?”
“Aah—” Naturally, you moved your head to resemble a nod the best you can with his ironclad grip on your face, his fingers moved to force your mouth to part, jaw wide open as he stroked his digits on your tongue.
“That what you want, little doe?” His lips hovered against your ears, sharp canines bit down on the soft flesh as you moaned weakly, your legs twitching in want, “want me to breed you? Give you a litter of pups for you to carry.”
Your cunt throbbed at his words, slick slowly dripped down your thighs despite trying to put on a front — one that was falling apart at the seams. Betrayed by your body, moans pitched higher with pure, unfiltered need, still squirming around for friction to settle the throbbing between your legs.
The beast clenched his hand around your throat, efficiently turning you quiet and pliant. Your breathing became limited as your heart pounded and skin pulsated against the heavy fingertips wrapped around you — his grip released you once you turned limp in his hand.
“Stay still and take it like the pathetic girl I know you are.” He ordered and you had no other choice but to obey, whimpers and gasps for breath escaping your lips, too ruined to provide a proper reply.
The beast rose onto his knees and realistically this could’ve been your moment to slip away with no weight to hold you down, perhaps elbow him in the crotch and run back to the woods.
But the bites on your neck kept you anchored to him. If you go out into the wild, it means going to your certain death,the beast would immediately catch up to you and devour you from the outside in and the hand that rested on your throat left no doubts of where your place would be.
His free hand moved to pull on your hip, forcing you to be on your knees with your face down. Your slick runs down your legs — cunt throbbed at the loss of his weight on top of you which was soon replaced by his heavy cock against your thigh and you already imagined how swollen you’ll be from his size.
The hand on your throat moved, angled your head back submissively, a bitter remind that you were his caught prey. You felt his fingers coming up your throat, pinching at your skin and eliciting a whimper from your swollen lips.
His hand moved, trailed down your waist — followed by his lips peppering kisses down your back, the other hand moved slowly up the back of your thighs parting them for him while sharp claws dug into the welcoming flesh, blood trickling down your feverish skin. Your body trembled with anticipation despite your best efforts to stay still, breath coming faster and heavier.
“Eeek—” you yelped once you felt his hot tongue lick a stripe of your wet cunt, whimpering as your nails dug into the ground beneath you. His grip on you tensed, the claws nestled between your flesh slid down causing a large gaping wound to form, pulsing harshly.
The beast moved to lick at it, eating out the wound as warm blood dripped on his tongue —the harsh movement of his tongue sending flashes of pleasurable white hot pain through your body, leaving you a squirming, whimpering mess.
After he was satisfied, the beast shifted his attention back to your leaking cunt, starting with slow licks that turned into sloppily sucking at your clit and obscenely licking at your folds, thrusting his tongue into your eager pussy.
His tongue dove into your core, feeling the slick and his spit slide down your legs, the same spit the beast was forcing inside of you and it felt filthy, defiling your body but all you could do was moan into the forest floor and do your best in efforts to keep still despite your shaking figure.
“Aah—, please .. “
The beast slid a finger into your cunt alongside his tongue, heat rushing through you body and dowsing it with red hot blush as he kept fucking you with both his tongue and finger, eyes rolled back in the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.
“Hmm, ah! Please please please —” You begged, his groans muffled by your dripping folds.
You can feel his lips curl into a smirk against your dripping skin, purring and lapping harder as hot, white, carnality running through your veins from the sheer pleasure he was giving you.
Breathless whines and sobs fell off your lips like prayer. The beast nipped your lips, fangs grazing the puffy flesh teasingly.
“W-want your aah — want your cock, please please,” You were blabbering and squirming, his bite became painful — a slap to your thigh a second in silent warning that forced you to listen and turn still.
Suddenly, he stopped and you almost cried on the spot.
His large hands moved to rest by your head, slender fingers adorned by long and shiny claws that made you gulp in nervousness. You could feel the heat of his chest against your back, his teeth biting down your ear and you gasped.
“Be still, little doe” The beast said into your ears, “Gonna breed you so well, you better take it,” he lapped at a stripe of sensitive skin.
Before you could respond, his cock pressed languidly into your copping cunt. A soft thwack-thwack-thwack echoed into the space around you as he slapped his length against you.
It started slow, easy, but somehow grating. You felt every push at your insides as the wolf slid himself into you, raw and without any warning. His cock was long, feeling your stomach expand and bulge from his sheer size and you choked on a moan, the sound died in your throat and tried your best to hold still.
His moans slipped right into your ears, the sound alongside his pleasure making you feel dizzy.
His movement was unhurried.
The beast’s thrusts were ruthless however, his cock slowly slipped out of you only for him to bury it back brutally, the sound of skin slapping echoed through the forest.
“Ah, shit! You're taking me so well, little doe.”
Slowly, the beast started to lose himself in your tight heat — your body was welcoming him. He grunts as you clenched around him, gripping him tight like vice.
“You’re perfect, made for this, made for my cock.”
Your whines became louder, moans stuttering as thighs slapped against him — everything sounded so raw, felt so feral and the fact only made you sink deeper into the pleasure the beast was giving you.
His thrusts grew vicious, breathing sharper making your body ached with want, to beg him, to encourage him to breed you and fill you up with his cum but the words dying in your throat as he continued to plow into you mercilessly and you take it all.
“Just like that, little doe.”
When he finally came, he made sure you felt his release; the wetness of your mixed arousal, his seed and the pulse of his cock as it stuffed you full, his tip twitching inside of you.
Then, he stopped for a short while and breathed heavily against your bruised neck. You were turned into a slobbering, whining mess beneath him, aggravated by the lack of your own release.
“Don’t worry, little doe,” The beast rasped, “I’ll make you feel so good.”
His hips began moving again, his length slowly filled you up once again, the cum he’d stuffed you with dripped down your thighs and made your pussy slick.
“Oh, please aah—”
His thrusts became unmerciful — brutal and animalstic in their nature, and you were sure you’ve died and went to heaven from the overwhelming sensations you were feeling, eyes rolled back as you cried from his ministrations.
All it took him was a few more harsh thrusts before you came all over his cock, throwing your head back, making you see white — your release drenching you both.
You can feel his lips curled against your neck as your moans continued to spill alongside your release.
He didn’t stop however, a few more thrusts inside your slippery cunt and he was filling you up again with so much thick cum, your tummy bulging and you were sure it’s gonna stick from the sheer amount.
It soaked your thighs and you can feel his finger sliding down the soft skin before he collected all the leaking cum and stuffing it right back into your cunt.
You can barely catch your breath, legs giving out but he made sure to catch you, cock still nestled deep, locked into you by his growing knot. The beast hummed in satisfaction, pulling your body flush against his own, your surroundings forgotten as he took over all your senses.
The predator had caught you and he doesn’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.
YOUR TURN — 1. A phrase used in a gangbang to tell the next person waiting that it’s time for them to step in and get involved.
2. A slut’s opportunity—the moment when it is finally her chance to act, indulge, and surrender herself after others have already taken theirs. The phrase emphasizes delayed gratification, where the receiver eagerly awaits her turn to be used or to participate after hearing others go before her.
content tags/warnings: hyung line x reader, reader is horny and desperate, men are assholes, inspired by the show series euphoria. explicit content (smut): porn with no plot at all, gangbang, face fucking, facials, nipple play, fingering, oral fixation, unprotected sex, degrading language, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling etc), double penetration, protected anal sex, slapping, hentai like expressions, handjob, overstimulation, tits fucking, squirting, lack of verbal consent in some scenes, choking, pain play, creampie, this is straight up porn but have a potential romance at the end. lmk if i missed something. WC: 17.2K
It wasn't like you were some kind of slut, right?
Who were you kidding? Any girl with a working pussy would drool if she stood close enough to those four men. Not just because of their looks, not just because of the sharp edges of their jawlines or the way their eyes seemed to strip people down without touching them, but because how they confidently carried themselves. Their scent. That mix of cologne and sweat that made your throat dry the second they passed by. It wasn't normal, not the way your body reacted. Not the way your thighs pressed together when you thought of them. But you kept telling yourself it was. It had to be.
Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong, Sim Jaeyun, and Park Sunghoon.
Four names that rang louder than any lecture in your university halls. Four names whispered in bathrooms, shouted across freedom walls, written down in anonymous confessions like some fucking campus legends. Everyone knew them. Everyone wanted them. And everyone, at least once, wondered what it would be like to be touched by them.
People pretended to sneer at their lives, at the rumors tied around them, but the truth always leaked through—envy, hunger, the kind of desperate need nobody wanted to admit out loud. Because deep down, every damn rumor about them only made them more untouchable, more godlike.
And then there was that one rumor. The one that tore through the university like wildfire.
The gangbang story.
The most scandalous, dirtiest thing anyone had ever whispered, and yet nobody could stop talking about it.
Nobody could prove it. Nobody knew if it was just a story made up by someone bored, but fuck, if it had been real... if it had been real, then you weren't sure what was worse. The fact that people called it disgusting or the fact that it made your whole body clench with jealousy.
How fucking scandalous. How fucking disgusting.
And how fucking pathetic that every time you thought about it, your chest got tight, your mouth went dry, and all you could think was: if that rumor had ever been true, if those four had ever taken a girl like that, then why the fuck wasn't it you?
"Someone caught Jake making out with a girl from Tourism!"
"Someone said Sunghoon's been fucking that sophomore from another building!"
"Have you heard that Jay is smoking at the back of the building while the TA sucks him off? Geez, what a lucky girl."
"And that cheerleader said Heeseung likes girls who can spread their legs wide!"
Your hands gripped your pen tighter, knuckles turning pale, jaw clenched as the chatter bled into your ears. Every fucking sentence was the same—different girls, different places, different dirty details—but the same four names, always the same four names. It was exhausting, it was maddening, and it was starting to chew holes into your focus.
"Stop it," you hissed finally, snapping your head up to face the group of girls clustered near the corner. "There are people here who are trying to study. Maybe try doing that instead of running your mouths about men and their sex lives. Do you have no shame?"
The table went quiet, their smirks twitching as they shared quick glances between themselves. One girl rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath, but none of them pushed back. They just leaned back into their seats, whispering low but not low enough, as if they wanted you to hear every giggle, every stifled laugh.
You tried to turn back to your notes, but your pulse wouldn't settle. You're not annoyed that they were gossipping.
You were jealous.
Jealous that every rumor had someone else's name attached to it. Jealous that every filthy story, every detail, every moan that lived in their words belonged to another girl and not to you.
Fuck! It's unfair! It's so unfair! Why was it always someone else? Why did it have to be another girl they kissed, another girl they bent over, another girl who got to hear their voices from fucking?
You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying to drown it out, trying to stay steady. But every word of theirs came back to the same thing. Their dicks. Their moans. Their fucking. And all it did was remind you that you hadn't had a single taste of any of it, not even once.
Fuck it. When was it supposed to be your turn?
You tried. God, you fucking tried. You started dragging yourself to every fraternity party you caught wind of, even ones you had no business going to, all in hopes of catching just one of their eyes. You would push through sweaty bodies and strobe lights, pretending to dance, pretending to laugh, only to learn that Jay had already gotten bored and left long before you even stepped in. The disappointment would choke you, but you still kept showing up.
Like some desperate puppy waiting for scraps.
You started waxing everything, every inch of your body, until your skin burned. You bought bottles of expensive perfume you couldn't even afford, ones that clung to your clothes and hair until it made you dizzy. You thought maybe, they liked girls who smelled clean, who looked like they had their shit together, but deep down you knew it didn't matter. Because how would they ever notice when you didn't even have the guts to open your mouth?
"Uh... do you know, like, how to talk to Heeseung?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual while your eyes betrayed you, glued to the tall figure across the library.
He was sliding books off a shelf, completely unaware of the way your whole body went tense, your throat dry, your palms slick with sweat. Even from a distance you swore you could smell him, that same maddening warmth that clung to him whenever he walked past.
Your friend blinked, eyebrows raised as though she couldn't believe the words had actually come out of your mouth. "About what? You know damn well he doesn't talk to girls in public. People only talk about how he fucks them hard and then disappears. No contact. Nothing. Ever." She scoffed, dismissing it with a wave of her hand, before her gaze sharpened on you. A smirk tugged at her lips and she let out a loud laugh that made your ears burn. "Wait. Don't tell me you're actually planning something. You think you're gonna get him to fuck you?"
Her laughter made your eye twitch. You felt her gaze scan over you, up and down, picking apart everything you were, everything you weren't. She reached over, patting your shoulder in a way that only made you feel smaller.
"It's okay to dream big," she said, lips curving into a cruel little smile, "but let me shatter that for you. He would never, okay? Hmm?"
Something in your chest snapped at her words. Anger rose, clinging to your ribs until you thought you'd choke on it. How fucking dare she? How dare she look at you like that, laugh at you like you weren't even worth a second glance? How high did she think of herself, how low did she think of you?
But you swallowed it, burying the sharpness down where no one could see. You curved your lips into a laugh that sounded almost real, almost lighthearted, even though your nails dug into your palm under the table. "Silly you," you said sweetly, tilting your head like it didn't sting, "I was just trying to interview him for sports journalism. Don't get too talkative about fucking, though. It sounds like you're reflecting your own frustrations."
You smiled brighter, watching her expression falter for just a second before she scoffed again and turned back to her notes.
You needed to think. You needed to dig deeper into yourself, to find a way, any way, because you refused to lose. You refused to accept being invisible.
Every single morning became a routine.
You would drag yourself out of bed before the sun even touched the sky, forcing your heavy eyes open as you stood in front of the mirror. You styled your hair until not a single strand was out of place, you layered makeup carefully until your reflection looked like someone worth noticing, and you scrubbed your skin until it stung, until it shone smooth under your fingertips. Your closet was picked apart daily, clothes scattered across your floor, until you found the outfit that made you feel like you could walk down the hall with your head high, like you were worth a second glance.
And every time, when the clock struck the hour you knew they would be walking down the hallway, you stood ready. Shoulders straight, steps measured, chest tight with nerves as you waited for them to pass. You tried to look effortless, confident, perfect. But it shattered you every single time when none of them looked your way. Their eyes stayed forward, their voices low between themselves, their expressions unchanged as if you were nothing more than air. Your hands would grow limp at your sides, your confidence bleeding out of you as you glanced behind your shoulder, mouth parted slightly, helplessly staring at their broad shoulders moving further and further away from you.
The frustration followed you. At night, you laid in bed with their faces behind your eyelids, your thighs pressed together until you couldn't stand it anymore.
You touched yourself with the thought of them, not just one but all four, surrounding you, using you, making you theirs in every filthy way you had imagined. You came undone to fantasies of their hands pulling your hair, their voices groaning against your ear, your body stretched thin for them, and the pleasure left you gasping, sweating, shaking in the dark. Yet as soon as it ended, as soon as your heartbeat slowed, you already hated yourself. Because no matter how hard you wanted it, morning would come again, and the cycle would repeat. You'd wake up early, fix yourself to perfection, pass them in the hallway, and watch them ignore you.
The days blurred into each other, but the whispers always found you. Another rumor spread like fire, another story about them with another girl, and it burned you alive from the inside.
You wanted to scream at how unfair it was, how humiliating it felt that you couldn't stop aching for something you might never get. Sometimes you almost laughed at yourself, at how pathetic you must have looked, stuck between jealousy and desperation, unable to let go.
"Wow, what perfume do you use? You smell so good!" Your classmate's voice cut through your thoughts one day, her hand brushing casually across your arm. "And your lotion too? Your skin feels amazing."
The touch startled you, and the question almost made you snap. "It's just Victoria's Secret," you hissed automatically, jerking your hand slightly to free yourself. But the moment you saw her surprised face, you realized what you had done, and quickly masked it with a sweet smile. "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, forgive me? It's Velvet Petals. But I exfoliate with Dove first. That's probably why."
Her lips curved into a bright smile, her eyes scanning you with something almost admiring. "It's okay! You look really, really, really pretty, you know? And you're so sweet. I just hope you don't fall into the wrong hands."
The way she said it made your stomach twist. You knew exactly who she was talking about, and the mocking tone in her voice when she mentioned "wrong hands" made it worse. Those fuckboys. That's what they all called them, as if the four of them weren't the most wanted men on campus, as if everyone's mouths didn't water at the thought of being ruined by them.
You held your smile, but inside, the anger returned, pulsing hotter than before. They all thought they were above you. They all thought they could talk about them like that and laugh at you for wanting something they secretly wanted too. They were liars, hypocrites, hiding their hunger under judgment while you carried yours openly in your chest.
You pressed your lips together, leaning closer to her so your words came out soft, almost playful. "Maybe falling into the wrong hands isn't always such a bad thing."
Her eyes widened slightly, confusion flickering across her face as you sat back again, smiling politely like nothing had happened.
But in your head, the thought echoed, louder, heavier, filthier.
If those hands were theirs, you would fall gladly.
The party was dragging, the music pounding but lifeless, the people are drunk but boring. You wondered for the tenth time why you even bothered showing up.
The whole campus had been buzzing about this night, everyone whispering about how it would be wild because they would be here. But the most boring part of it all was exactly that—they weren't.
No sign of the four men everyone was expecting. And for that, you hated yourself a little. You hated that you had wasted another expensive outfit, another spritz of your favorite perfume, another hour in front of the mirror just to sit there and look pretty for nothing.
Your cheek rested lazily against your hand as you swirled the watered-down alcohol in your glass. Your eyes lingered on the girl across the room, perched on the couch, laughing with a group of guys who had crowded her like she was the crown jewel of the night. She looked so damn proud of herself, flipping her hair and soaking up their attention like it was worth something.
You almost felt bad for her—because those men? God, they were fucking ugly. The kind of guys who had nothing going for them except being loud and drunk enough to fill her space. And she was pretty, too pretty for the trash sitting beside her, too wasted to notice she could do better.
You sighed, your eyes dropping back down to your glass, watching the last pieces of ice melt into nothing. Maybe you should leave. Maybe you should give up, call it another wasted night, drag yourself back to bed where you could rot under the covers and imagine what it would feel like if the four men ever actually noticed you.
"Hi."
The single word pierced through the noise around you. Your breath caught, and you nearly threw your glass across the table. Your back went ramrod straight as you turned, your heart slamming against your ribs so hard it hurt. When your eyes landed on the figures behind you, everything inside of you went still before spiraling into chaos.
Jake. Sunghoon.
Two of them. Standing there. Talking. To you.
Your throat closed, your tongue heavy, your thoughts shattering into broken pieces as if the universe had finally played its sick joke on you. What the fuck was happening? Jake and Sunghoon—out of everyone in this crowded room—were standing in front of you, looking at you, waiting for you.
"H-Hi?" The word slipped out, so small, so shaky you almost cringed at yourself.
Jake's smile spread, his gaze running over you like he was unwrapping you with his eyes. He didn't hide the way he lingered on the pink silk dress clinging to your body or the way his eyes glinted when he caught the gems glittering delicately across your skin. The weight of his stare made your thighs press together without you even thinking about it.
"Where's your friends?" He shifted his hands casually into his pockets, flashing a smile. "I organized this party, you know. I almost felt bad seeing you sitting here alone."
You swallowed hard, the words tangling on your tongue. This was the moment you'd been waiting for, the one you had begged for, dreamed of, touched yourself over. And yet, your body betrayed you, trembling as you almost flinched under the weight of their presence.
"M-My friends a-are... uh... there." Your shaky hand lifted, pointing weakly toward the dance floor, and the second you did it you wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.
Sunghoon's low laugh broke the air. He leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes fixed on you as if he could see straight through every flimsy layer of composure you were trying to hold together. "And they exclude you? What bad friends you have."
The closeness of him made your brain dissolve. His perfume, his cologne, the sharp tang of alcohol still lingering on his lips—God, you wanted to taste it, to drown in it. He didn't even touch you, but his nearness was enough to make your body tense, your lips parting before you realized it.
"Want to join us?" Sunghoon asked smoothly.
"W-Where?" you squeaked.
"Well, we can drink outside—" Sunghoon started, but Jake cut him off with a voice that left no room for argument.
"At Heeseung's private room." His tone was steady, certain, his stare locked on you, waiting for your reaction.
For a split second, Sunghoon's eyes widened at Jake's bluntness. You caught the quick glance he shot him, an unspoken message passing between them, before his smirk slid back into place. He didn't need to argue. He didn't need to say a thing. Because the moment the words "Heeseung's private room" left Jake's mouth, your body had already betrayed you.
Your lips trembled, your voice breaking into a whisper. "Yes."
And there it was—the one word that sealed everything.
Jake's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he tilted his head ever so slightly, studying you like you had just handed yourself over. Sunghoon's grin widened, his teeth flashing as he straightened up, amusement flickering in his gaze.
"Good girl," Jake murmured under his breath.
Your chest tightened, your breath caught, and every ounce of you screamed that this was it. The moment you had been waiting for, the moment you had dreamed of, the moment you could never come back from.
And you didn't fucking care.
The door creaked open and Heeseung froze at the threshold, his tall frame stiffening instantly as his eyes landed on the scene.
Jake had one hand tangled in your hair, his cock buried between your lips, his head thrown back as he groaned through clenched teeth. Sunghoon was draped across your back, his chest pressing heavily against you, his hand pinching and rolling your nipples mercilessly while his lips brushed your skin, leaving icy trails that made you shiver.
Your body was positioned like some offering—hands and knees spread like a cat, ass swaying slightly with every thrust of Jake's hips.
"Seriously?" Heeseung's voice was carrying irritation. He shut the door, though he didn't walk away.
The noise made you whimper, muffled around Jake's cock, the vibration of your moan sending shudders up his spine. Jake gritted his teeth and hissed through a laugh, thrusting harder until the blunt head of his dick slammed against the back of your throat. He held you there with one firm grip in your hair, pushing until your nose bumped against the hard plane of his stomach. Your eyes watered, your chest heaved, but the desperation inside you drowned out every thought of resistance.
It hadn't started like this. At first, it was only drinks, games, laughter and teasing, until Jake leaned forward and suggested body shots. You hadn't even hesitated; the heat of their attention had already melted through you, and Jake had almost laughed at how quickly you had fallen into their hands.
And now, here you were, drooling and choking on his cock while Sunghoon twisted your nipples until your whole body jerked with every pinch.
"Your favorite member is here," Jake taunted, his gaze dropping down to you, then flicking toward the figure standing silently by the door. His smirk widened as he forced another thrust into your mouth. "Bro, she's been asking where the fuck you were. You took so long, she already came in her panties just from Sunghoon teasing her tits."
Heat shot through your face as the humiliation wrapped around you. Tears streamed freely down your cheeks, staining the gems near your eyes, but none of it stopped you from flattening your tongue against the base of his cock, licking every inch you could reach while your throat spasmed around him. The shame twisted into a darker, sharper, more intoxicating feeling than you ever imagined.
This was it. This was the dream. The one you'd fucked yourself to in silence night after night, the one you had burned for. And now you were living it, choking, moaning, tears streaking your face, every filthy detail of it everything you had ever wanted.
You couldn't see Heeseung clearly from where you knelt, but you felt him. His gaze was heavy, dragging over you, making your pussy clench at nothing. You knew he was watching the way your lips stretched around Jake's cock, the way your chest heaved as Sunghoon tortured your nipples, the way you looked so fucked out and desperate already.
"The rumors about us are already spreading, and you have the guts to do this?" Heeseung's voice finally cut through with restrained anger. He stepped closer, his shoes quiet against the floor until his shadow stretched across you. You could feel his eyes on your crying, messy face, and it only made your cunt throb harder, soaking your panties.
Jake laughed through a groan, his hips grinding against your lips as his cock slid deeper. Sunghoon joined him with a low chuckle, his cold mouth pressing into your nape as his fingers tugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders. The silk slipped easily, baring your chest fully to Heeseung's view, your nipples stiff and swollen as Sunghoon's thumb and finger rolled them until you moaned around Jake's length.
"Come on," Sunghoon murmured against your ear, his voice is taunting. "You know we always love sharing." His lips traced your skin as his hand pushed your dress lower, exposing more, leaving nothing for modesty.
Heeseung's jaw tensed, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't look away. His cock stirred against his pants, hardening slowly with every sound that left you, with every pathetic little whimper muffled by Jake's cock. He watched the tears streak down your face, the way your hand lifted shakily from the floor, reaching for him.
Your fingers trembled as they hovered against his thigh, then slid higher until they brushed over the hard bulge in his pants. Your eyes lifted toward him, glassy, half-lidded, drowning in tears and lust, staring directly into his.
Heeseung exhaled sharply, his composure cracking.
And when your palm pressed firmer against him, stroking lightly through the fabric, his cock throbbed in response.
Your back arched off when Heeseung's hands moved to his belt. The sight alone was enough to make your chest tighten and your pussy throb, your body reacting with a hunger you couldn't disguise. Sunghoon caught it immediately, his laugh was low against your ear, mocking the way you looked so desperate without shame. He shifted off you, giving Heeseung room.
"Does Jay know about this?" Heeseung asked, his eyes shifting toward Jake and Sunghoon as if demanding an explanation even while his hands were already pulling at his clothes.
Jake's grin widened, still slick with your spit as he slid his cock from your mouth. "It's a surprise," he answered simply, as if that explained everything. His hand squeezed the back of your neck one last time before releasing you, and your body slumped against the mattress, chest heaving, throat raw. But before you could even recover, Heeseung's hands pressed against you, guiding your body flat onto your back, his touch so commanding you followed without question.
The world tilted when the fabric of your dress slipped from your shoulders, your body fully bared under their stares. Sunghoon leaned close again, his nose brushing your cheek as his voice dipped. "Look at those pretty eyes." His words curled into your skin, and you whimpered before turning toward him, your lips crashing into his. The kiss was messy, desperate, your mouth opening wide for him, your tongue tangling with his like you could pull the heat out of him and swallow it whole.
Jake's fingers hooked your panties and dragged them down your legs, his eyes glued to the slick mess between your thighs. The moment he saw your pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing, a growl broke from his throat.
Heeseung's response was just as guttural, his eyes narrowing as he dropped down onto his knees beside Jake, their shoulders brushing as if they were competing for the same prize. Without hesitation, they lifted your legs, spreading you shamelessly open, one of your thighs resting on each of their broad shoulders.
Sunghoon didn't let you breathe. His mouth consumed yours, his tongue pressing harder, his teeth tugging your bottom lip as his hand cradled your jaw, keeping you locked against him. You barely managed a moan into his mouth when the first hot lick dragged across your clit, the sudden sensation shooting up your spine that you tore yourself away from Sunghoon's kiss. Your eyes flew down, wide and dazed, only to meet Heeseung's sharp gaze staring up at you while his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking with deliberate, teasing pulls.
Your mouth fell open, your chest rising and falling rapidly, but you didn't dare blink. You couldn't miss the sight of his face buried between your legs, his tongue flattening against your sensitive bud and flicking so slowly it bordered on torture. Your thighs shook, trying to close, but his grip on your hips was unyielding.
"Hey," Sunghoon muttered, his fingers squeezing your chin until your eyes snapped back to him. His gaze was dark, narrowed, a flicker of jealousy twisting in it. "I was the one who found you. Give me some attention."
Your whimpers came small, but you still obeyed, your hand trembling as he guided it down between his legs. The hard ridge of his cock was burning against the fabric of his pants. The moment your palm pressed against him, your body shivered from the weight of him.
They were massive. You had heard the whispers from other girls, but no rumor had prepared you for the truth. Your fingers wrapped around him, squeezing gently through the fabric, and Sunghoon's lips parted, his breath catching as his hips rocked into your touch.
"Fuck," he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin as if your touch alone was enough to push him toward the edge.
And then Jake bit down on your inner thigh, hard enough to make you cry out, his tongue following the sting with a wet, sucking kiss that left your skin marked. Heeseung's lips abandoned your clit, only to press lower, his tongue flattening against your dripping entrance before slurping noisily at the wetness pooling there. The sound was obscene, messy, and you moaned louder than you ever had, the combination of Jake's teeth marking your thighs and Heeseung's mouth devouring you unraveling every last thread of composure you had.
"Shh." Sunghoon's voice was ragged as his hand pressed against your jaw again, his hips grinding into your palm while his other hand fumbled with his belt. His pants dropped down his thighs, and when he freed himself, your eyes widened, your mouth watering instantly at the sight. His cock was flushed and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum, so thick it almost made your stomach flutter with fear.
Your legs were trembling uncontrollably, but you couldn't close them, not when Jake and Heeseung had you pinned wide open, their mouths swapping positions greedily between your clit and your entrance.
Jake was hungrier, reckless with the way his tongue plunged into you, his lips sucking against your folds so loudly it drowned out even the bass from the music downstairs. You could feel him moan against you, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, his whole face buried as if he wanted to drown in your pussy.
"Say ah," Sunghoon knelt in front of you, his cock gripped tightly in his hand. You obeyed instantly, your lips falling open, your eyes wide and locked on his face.
The expression he wore was enough to make your stomach twist—his brows drawn tight, his lips parted as if he were biting back a curse, his gaze focused entirely on your mouth as though nothing else in the world existed.
"So eager," he whispered hoarsely, his cock brushing against your lips as pre-cum smeared across them. "Fuck."
Heeseung rose slowly from between your thighs, his lips and chin slick with your wetness, his chest lifting heavily with each breath. His gaze drifted down over your trembling body, then to Sunghoon's cock hovering dangerously close to your lips, before his large hands moved to your chest. The weight of his touch was deliberate, kneading the softness of your breasts, his thumbs dragging over your nipples until they tightened again under his attention.
The combination was unbearable, your body jerking at every angle, twitching against their hands and mouths as if you no longer had control over it. Sunghoon's sudden pace had your cheeks hollowing, his cock stretching your lips as he thrust with low, restrained groans.
At the same time, Heeseung's fingers twisted your nipples mercilessly, sharp flicks that sent heat rushing to your core, and Jake's tongue was buried inside you, fucking your entrance with wet, eager strokes. Each movement pulled you in a different direction, your body caught in the middle of all three of them until you felt yourself unraveling at the seams.
Your head was spinning, dizzy from the sensation. The world tilted and blurred, your muffled moans spilling out against Sunghoon's cock, your tears streaking down your cheeks. It was overwhelming, but in the best way, better than anything you had ever experienced, better than every fumbling encounter that left you aching and unsatisfied.
This was hunger given form, this was desire being fed by three men who knew exactly how to break you. Every flick of Heeseung's fingers, every thrust of Jake's tongue, every push of Sunghoon's cock made your stomach coil tighter and tighter, until the knot inside you threatened to snap.
And then it did.
You came so hard it tore a strangled cry out of your throat, your body convulsing with the force of it. The orgasm crashed into you violently, your back arching off the bed, your legs trembling as Jake's hands clamped down on your thighs to keep you open.
You almost bit down on Sunghoon from the shock of it, your mouth clenching, your throat spasming, and he pulled back with a sharp hiss, his hand replacing himself on your lips to keep you from choking. But Jake didn't stop; he didn't even pause. His tongue twisted deep inside you, lapping greedily at everything you gave him, his head moving side to side as if he wanted to drink you dry. He held you down through every wave, prolonging the orgasm until you thought your body might tear apart from how hard you were shaking.
"Fuck, ah—fuck, shit," Sunghoon cursed above you, his voice breaking into a groan. His grip tightened on your jaw as his release hit suddenly, hot ropes of cum splattering across your face in quick, forceful bursts. Some streaked down your lips, some across your cheeks, and one stray spurt landed in your eye, stinging faintly but drowned out by the overwhelming tide of pleasure still wrecking your body.
You barely processed it, too lost in the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasm and the relentless flicks of Heeseung's thumbs still torturing your nipples. The sensation was too much, every nerve in your body stretched taut as Jake's mouth sealed back over your clit, his tongue circling lazily as he wanted to drag every last drop of climax from you.
Your sobs broke into gasps, your chest rising sharply, your face sticky with Sunghoon's cum, your throat raw from the moans you couldn't stop. And still, Heeseung's eyes stayed locked on you, darkly watching you writhe.
"I need to fuck her already," Heeseung finally muttered, already standing.
Jake stopped what he was doing and glared at him, his jaw clenched. "Who the fuck said you were gonna be first? I was the one who talked to her. I was the one who had her on her knees until now." His hands went to his shirt, ripping it over his head before shoving his pants down impatiently, his irritation burning through every motion.
Sunghoon sighed, throwing his head back, eyes half-lidded as he grabbed your shaky hand and wrapped it around his cock. "You two are always fighting about this shit," he muttered, ignoring the tension and letting you stroke him, his hips lifting slightly into your fist. His lashes fluttered shut as a low groan escaped him. "Fuck, that's it. Don't stop, baby. Just keep going. That's all I need."
"Fuck off," Heeseung snapped as he took a step closer. "You've both had enough time playing with her. I've been waiting, and I'm not standing here any longer."
Your eyes darted between them, your chest rising in short, desperate pulls of breath, before landing on Sunghoon again. He was still focused only on you, his hand over yours, guiding you up and down his thick cock. "Feels so fucking good," he groaned, his voice breaking, his neck exposed as his head fell back.
"That's why I get to be the first to fuck her," Jake shot back, standing tall now, his cock hard and throbbing against his stomach. His smirk was sharp, challenging. "You were late. I've been making her drip for me."
Sunghoon leaned closer to you, his breath hot against your ear, his lips brushing the corner of your jaw. "Ignore them, baby. Just focus on me." His other hand slid around your waist, tugging you closer until his lips pressed firmly against your neck. He kissed you hard, then nipped at your skin, his teeth dragging up to your jaw before biting again. You gasped at the sting, your hand stroking him faster, your wrist straining with the effort.
"Such a good girl," he moaned, his lips vibrating against your throat. His fingers slipped down your belly until they found your soaked pussy again, circling lazily around your entrance. The teasing pressure made you jolt, your moans tumbling out helplessly as he finally pushed one finger inside. Your walls clenched instantly, wrapping tight around him, and his sharp groan against your ear told you exactly how much he liked it. "So tight," he whispered, almost to himself, before sinking another finger inside.
"Sunghoon—" your voice broke, whimpering, the heat spreading too fast through your core as his hand worked inside you.
"Keep those pretty legs open for me, baby," he murmured, his lips dragging down to your shoulder, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. "Need to stretch this pussy for all of us. You want that, don't you? Want to take us all?"
Your only answer was a frantic nod, your lips trembling as your hand gripped his cock tighter, pumping him faster even as your own body shuddered from his fingers curling deep inside.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself too much, Sunghoon," Jake hissed, stepping forward. His hand shot out, pulling you roughly away from Sunghoon's grip.
You whined at the sudden loss, your body immediately protesting the absence of his fingers inside you.
"Shhh, darling," Jake cooed mockingly, wiping at your cum-stained face with his thumb before pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. His mouth was demanding, tasting, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before pulling back with a smirk. "Me and Heeseung will make you feel so fucking good. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes," you whimpered without hesitation, nodding quickly, your desperation spilling through. You turned on your hands and knees before they could even tell you, body moving on instantly because you knew. You'd heard the whispers. You knew this was how Jake liked to fuck—rough, from behind, with no mercy. "Please."
Jake's laugh was low, almost breathless as he stared at your ass. "Fuck, you don't even need to be told. So hot like this." His palm cracked against your cheek, the sting making you moan as he spread you open with his hands.
Your eyes flicked up, catching Sunghoon again—he was watching with his lip caught between his teeth, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking lazily as his gaze devoured you.
And then your eyes trailed higher, locking with Heeseung, who was standing in front of you, holding the base of his thick cock as if offering it to you. You opened your mouth instantly, ready to take him, but instead he grabbed your chin, tilting your head until you were forced to look up at him.
You sucked in a sharp breath when Jake's tip pressed against your soaked pussy, your entire body stiffening at the stretch before he even entered. His grip on your waist was bruising, anchoring you in place.
"Shit," Jake groaned under his breath, his voice breaking into a growl as he pushed in deeper. "How long has it been since you've been fucked like this? You're tight as fuck."
Your whimpers filled the air, your eyes locked on Heeseung's as he squished your cheeks between his large hand.
"Talk," Heeseung demanded, his eyes burning down into you. "Don't just sit there like a pretty little toy. Tell us what you want. Say it."
The moment he said it, Jake shoved his cock all the way inside you, the sudden fullness making your head drop forward with a cry.
"Moan louder. Scream our names. Tell us what to do to you," Heeseung ordered, pushing you to the edge as Jake's thrusts started to slam into you from behind.
"I—" you stammered through gasps, your body buckling under the rhythm. "I've been dreaming of this since first year." The confession tumbled out without filter, every word dripping with desperation.
Your honesty ripped a sound from both Jake and Sunghoon, low groans that mixed with the slick sound of your body being fucked. Heeseung's gaze hardened, his nostrils flaring as his jaw clenched. Jake's thrusts grew harsher, his hips snapping against you with punishing speed.
"W-want all of you to use me—fuck me, please!" you squealed, your voice cracking as Jake's cock found that spot inside you and hit it mercilessly.
Jake's laugh was cruel, his words spilling out between moans. "Yeah? That's why you gave in so fucking easy? Thought we'd have to drag it out of you, but you just spread those legs like the slut you are." His hand clamped down on your arms, dragging you back onto his cock as he fucked you harder, each thrust shaking your body forward.
Tears pooled again in your eyes as you shook your head weakly, your voice breaking between cries. "N-not a slut! D-don't call me that—ah, f-fuck! Jake!"
But he only thrust faster, slamming into you, groaning at how you clenched so tightly around him the harder he degraded you.
"Yeah?" Jake's voice dropped to a whisper, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Then why the fuck are you here like this? Why are you dripping on me if you're not exactly what I called you?" His thrusts grew erratic, pounding straight into the softest spot inside you, making your knees tremble, making your nails dig into the sheets until your knuckles turned white.
You couldn't even answer him at first, because the way he was fucking you made your thoughts scatter, your mouth falling open as broken sounds spilled out. But then Heeseung was on you again, his hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.
"Come on," Heeseung murmured. His thumb brushed over your trembling bottom lip before tightening his grip on your hair, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Ignore him. Tell us what you need. Use that pretty voice."
Your chest heaved, your lashes fluttering, every nerve in your body screaming for more. "Want you—" your voice cracked, "want you all to fill m-my pussy up." The words came out broken, but loud enough for all of them to hear. Your body arched as another wave of Jake's thrusts sent shocks of heat through you, and you sobbed through your moan. "G-give me your biggest load, make me your toy for tonight—ahhh!"
Your scream broke off when Jake's hand slipped down, his fingers pinching your clit hard before slapping it over and over, sharp little bursts of pain crashing into the overwhelming pleasure. The mix had your eyes rolling back into your skull, your mouth falling open as drool slipped from the corner of your lips.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!" you squealed, your voice hoarse, your body jerking helplessly as the coil in your stomach twisted tight, tighter than before. Your thighs shook violently, your legs threatening to give out beneath you if it weren't for Jake's grip anchoring you in place. Every nerve screamed release, but he didn't stop, his cock drilling into you, his fingers punishing your clit until you were certain you'd break.
"Where do you want it?" Jake grunted against your neck, his thrusts almost brutal now, each one stealing the air from your lungs. "Where do you want me to cum, huh? Say it."
Heeseung tugged your hair harder, forcing your eyes to meet his again, his dark gaze pinning you as if daring you to answer wrong. Sunghoon's low groans filled the room behind them, the sound of his fist gliding over his cock only making the moment heavier.
Your lips trembled as you tried to form the words, every part of you shaking, drowning in pleasure, drowning in them.
"Anywhere," you gasped. "In my mouth, in my face, in my body, in my pussy—just fucking cum anywhere in me!"
"Fuck!" Jake groaned. His palm came down on your clit with a sharp slap that had your legs trembling so violently, your pussy clenching down on him with merciless tightness. The shock sent your body into another wave, your scream cutting through the air as you came hard around his cock, your walls fluttering, soaking him with everything you had.
The way you pulsed around him dragged him over the edge, his hips snapping forward with reckless speed until his cock throbbed and spilled, his hot cum spilling deep inside you in thick spurts that made your stomach twist with satisfaction. The moment you felt him paint your walls, you let out a long, broken moan, almost sobbing at how good it felt, how badly you'd needed it.
Heeseung finally let go of your hair, stepping back just far enough to watch you crumble under Jake. His eyes were locked on the mess between your legs, on the sight of Jake's cock still buried in you while his cum leaked out in slow, obscene drips.
His hand slid down his abdomen until he was stroking himself openly, his jaw tight, his breathing heavy. The look in his eyes told you he was seconds away from joining, and that thought made your clit twitch with aftershocks.
Sunghoon's chest rose and fell sharply as he leaned back, still stroking his cock at a steady rhythm, his gaze locked on you. His lips parted, his breathing uneven.
Jake's body eventually stilled, his forehead damp with sweat, his chest heaving with each breath as he looked down at your trembling frame. He pulled back slowly, letting his cock slide free from your swollen pussy. The moment he did, his cum began to spill out in a steady stream, dripping down your thighs and pooling between them.
He had never finished that hard before—he knew it, and from the stunned silence, so did the others. Even Heeseung's brows had furrowed at the sight, as if he couldn't believe how much you were leaking.
Your eyes fluttered half-lidded, your lashes wet with tears and sweat, your breaths shallow and uneven. Your body was heavy, limp from the storm that had wracked you, but somewhere deep inside, you found the strength to move your fingers, twitching weakly against the sheets. You weren't done. You couldn't be. You wanted more—you needed more. Your body begged for it, trembling but eager, your pussy clenching around nothing as if calling for another cock to fill you.
You forced your eyes open again, vision blurred with sweat and tears. And then—
"You're into this shit again?"
That voice. Deep, familiar voice, it cut through everything—the ringing in your ears, the haze in your mind, the pounding of your own heart.
Your pussy clenched instantly, as if your body recognized him before your brain could, a sharp rush of need flooding through you at just the sound.
"Took you long enough, Jay," Sunghoon muttered with a crooked smile, though his hand didn't stop stroking himself.
Jake looked up too, his chest still heaving, his hand dragging across his sweaty forehead, annoyance flickering across his features. Heeseung paused mid-stroke, his gaze narrowing, his jaw flexing as his attention shifted from you to the man at the door.
And you—your throat went dry, your lips parted, your heart slamming painfully against your ribs. Jay was here. Finally!
A soft, broken whine left your lips as your body shifted toward him. Jay's eyes sharpened, his expression was unreadable as he stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him. His gaze swept over the room, over Jake still breathless, Sunghoon stroking himself lazily, Heeseung looming above you, and finally, it landed on you—sweaty, trembling, your face flushed and messy, your eyes wide and glassy as they reached for him.
He didn't move immediately. He just stood there, silent, his jaw tight, demanding the others explain without him saying a word.
But Heeseung didn't give him the chance. He gripped your legs firmly, dragging you down the bed until you were flush beneath him, your body spread and waiting. Jay's eyes narrowed as he caught the sight of your hand twitching toward him, so close yet so far, the longing in your movement almost pathetic in its honesty.
Before you could call out, Heeseung pinned your arms above your head, his fingers curling around your wrists with unrelenting strength. His mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his voice low and taunting. "No more waiting. I've already held back long enough."
And then without warning, he pushed his cock all the way into you in one brutal thrust.
Your scream ripped through the air, your body arching violently as he bottomed out, stretching you so suddenly you could hardly think. The slick of Jake's cum inside you made it easier, made it wetter, but it didn't stop the sharp, overwhelming sting of being filled again so completely, so roughly.
"Fuck—yes," Heeseung groaned, his forehead pressing briefly to your temple as he steadied himself, though his hips didn't slow. "Need to bury my dick inside this pussy before anyone else tries to stop me. If I wait another second, I'll lose my goddamn mind."
He began to pound into you without mercy, each thrust shaking your body, pushing you deeper into the mattress. The sound of it mixed with his growls and your cries until it was all one desperate rhythm. His pace was punishing, desperate, as if he needed to erase the traces Jake left behind, like he needed to make sure you remembered him the most.
Your eyes flickered open through the haze, and there's Jay.
He was still standing where he'd closed the door, but now his chest rose heavily. He was watching you, not Heeseung, not Jake or Sunghoon, but you—his gaze locked on your face, on the way your lips trembled around moans, on the way your eyes begged for him even while another man fucked you senseless.
The sight of him like that—stoic, his stare pinning you harder than Heeseung's grip ever could—made your walls spasm tight around Heeseung's cock. You couldn't move forward, couldn't reach Jay the way you wanted, Heeseung's weight pinning you down just as Jake had before. It was maddening, being fucked this hard while Jay stood so close yet untouchable.
"Look at you," Heeseung groaned, his pace ruthless, his cock battering your soaked cunt. "You're dripping, squeezing me like you never want me to leave. You love it—you fucking love it."
And he wasn't wrong.
Your mind was spiraling, torn between the brutal pleasure flooding your body and the heat of Jay's eyes locked on you.
Heeseung's hand slid up the side of your face, his fingers pressing into your cheek as he tilted your head toward him. The moment your lips brushed against his, you melted, kissing him back feverishly, moaning into his mouth as he swallowed every sound. His thrusts didn't falter, his cock dragging mercilessly against that spot inside you that had you unraveling so quickly, another orgasm barreling through your overstimulated body before you could even brace yourself. Your legs shook violently, your cries muffled by his mouth as you shattered around him again.
Jake, still hard and needy, didn't wait any longer. He stepped closer, ignoring Jay's looming silence, his cock already heavy and dripping. Sunghoon followed, stroking himself lazily, his smirk curling as he looked down at your messy face and trembling body. Heeseung adjusted his body and hold, his hand locking tightly around your waist as he slowed just enough to grind into you deliberately, rolling his hips in a way that pressed cruelly against your swollen clit and that spongy spot inside, teasing you, forcing more whimpers from your lips even as your body tried to recover.
When Jake and Sunghoon moved to either side of your head, you reacted instantly. Both your hands reached out to wrap around them, your fingers straining around their girth. A muffled moan escaped you, your eyes fluttering, as Sunghoon leaned lower, his hand sliding to your breast, kneading it roughly.
The sensation made you gasp, your lips parting, and Jake took the opportunity to rub his cock against your tongue. You sighed in bliss, your throat vibrating as you licked the tip, your saliva mixing with the sticky fluid still clinging to him from earlier. You sucked eagerly, slurping him down before switching, letting Sunghoon feel your tongue glide along the underside of his length, licking from his base to his leaking tip. All the while, Heeseung's thrusts grew sharper, pounding harder, each one jarring your body as he lost the battle with his own restraint.
"Fuck, you really wanted this, huh?" Sunghoon groaned, watching your lips wrap around him before sliding free. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you lower, feeding himself into your mouth as his hips rolled slowly, deliberately. "Moaning with three cocks on you, and enjoying every second of it."
Your eyes watered as you let him push deeper, your throat tightening, but the messy desperation in your moans proved his words right. You pulled off with a wet gasp, kissing the head of his cock, smearing saliva across it before whispering against him.
"Love your cock... so much," you breathed, your lips brushing the tip, your eyes flicking immediately past him—toward Jay. That gnawing ache inside you swelled, and before you could stop yourself, your whine tumbled out. "Is Jay not gonna join?"
The room stilled at your words.
Jake chuckled dryly, tugging your wrist tighter around his shaft before thrusting into your hand with rough, impatient strokes. "You've got three cocks already and still not enough for you?" His voice dropped lower, his pace quickening as he fucked into your fist. "Can't even handle us together, but you're begging for more. God, you're insatiable."
Heeseung growled low in his throat, his thrusts growing faster, harsher, punishing you for even speaking Jay's name. Sunghoon hissed through his teeth as your grip on him tightened, his thumb brushing your spit-slicked lips.
"S-sorry!" you squeaked, your back arching violently as the three of them claimed every inch of your body with greedy, unrelenting hands. The sensations collided into each other, overwhelming, making it impossible to tell where one touch ended and another began.
Your skin burned under their palms, every squeeze, every slap, every tug forcing your body to twitch and your chest to heave with broken sobs of pleasure.
"Focus on us, you fucking bitch," Heeseung growled, dangerous enough to make your cunt clench so tight around him that his hips stuttered. He cursed, gripping your waist harder, his cock slamming into you with renewed force, each thrust demanding your full attention, demanding that you forget everything but him, but them.
Your eyes rolled back, your lips trembling, but you couldn't stop glancing toward Jay, couldn't stop feeling that magnetic pull toward his stare.
Jake grunted, his hand tangling roughly in your hair, yanking your head toward him as his cock brushed against your lips again. "Ignore him. You hear me? He's not the one inside you right now—we are. So open your fucking mouth and focus," his cockhead smearing across your tongue before pushing in, forcing your throat to stretch around him again. The taste of him mixed with the mess already dripping down your chin, and you moaned around his length, gagging slightly when he pushed deeper, his hips jerking at the sound.
Sunghoon, never content to let the others take more than him, pressed closer, his fingers pinching your nipple until you whined. "That's right. You're ours tonight, baby. All ours."
His hand slid lower, spreading you wider for Heeseung's relentless thrusts, his fingers brushing your clit in circles that made you sob.
Your words came out slurred. "Y-yours! All yours! F-fuck—I can't—ahh, I can't take it—"
Heeseung cut you off with a growl, thrusting deeper, harder, the bed frame slamming into the wall with each movement. "Yes, you can, slut. You'll take everything I give you." Your walls clenched even tighter around him, milking his cock.
"I'm not a fucking slut!" The protest tore from your throat just as another orgasm ripped through you, your body spasming violently.
Your legs tried to slam shut against the unbearable pleasure, but Jake and Sunghoon caught them instantly, spreading you wider, keeping you open, holding you there as Heeseung continued pounding into you mercilessly. Your moan stretched high, long, broken in its desperation as tears streamed down your face.
Heeseung pulled out abruptly, your cunt fluttering around nothing, before plunging three of his fingers inside you. The sudden stretch made your entire body jolt upward, your scream breaking into sobs as he fucked his fingers into you with a brutal pace. His palm pressed hard against your clit with every thrust, his thumb flicking over the swollen bud, making your vision blur and your mind scatter.
Your body shook violently, your head thrashing from side to side, your voice rising in hysterical sobs that filled the room. "Stop! S-stop! I'm gonna—I'm go-going to pee! Stop, wait! Please, wait—!"
Your arms tried to push them off, tried to squirm free, but Jake and Sunghoon pinned you tighter, one hand on each wrist, one grip on each thigh, keeping you spread open for Heeseung's relentless assault.
Heeseung's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he kept driving into your pussy with his fingers, your slick coating his hand, dripping down his wrist, the sound of it loud and wet. His cock twitched angrily in his other hand as he stroked himself in slow pulls, groaning low in his chest. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't fight it. Let it out for us. Show us how much you need us."
Jake leaned closer, his lip caught between his teeth, his eyes fixed on the mess between your thighs. The obscene squelching filled his ears, making his cock ache again. "Fuck—listen to her pussy. She's about to—" His words cut off with a groan as his own hips rutted helplessly into the air.
Your high-pitched scream tore through the room as the dam inside you finally snapped.
A gush of hot liquid burst from your pussy, splattering over your stomach, your thighs, the sheets beneath you, drenching Heeseung's hand and face as he ducked lower, moaning against the spray. The force of it made your ears ring, your vision blur, your body convulse helplessly.
It was humiliating, overwhelming, devastatingly good. You sobbed openly, your face slick with tears and spit, Sunghoon's cum already drying against your skin, and now your own release coating everything around you. Your body trembled uncontrollably, your legs twitching and kicking weakly until Jake and Sunghoon finally let them fall open to the side.
You curled inward, your arms wrapping protectively over your chest, your body folding small as though you could hide. But the sheets were soaked beneath you, the air heavy with the scent of sex, the room echoing with your broken cries.
"So good," Heeseung's lips parted against your soaked skin and licked at the mess you left on his face. His eyes fluttered shut, his strokes on his cock tightening, his hand gliding through the mixture of your slick and squirt.
"Get the fuck to the side. I'm going to taste it." Jake's hand already twitched toward you, greedy and impatient.
Sunghoon's laugh came rough and breathless, his chest rising and falling as he lazily stroked himself, his eyes locked on the wet ruin between your thighs. "Bro, shut the fuck up. You already had your turn. It's my turn now."
Sunghoon leaned forward, dragging his tongue over your cheek, licking at the tears that stained your skin before pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"Step aside. I'm not done yet." Heeseung shoved Sunghoon out of his way, his hand already on your thigh, forcing your legs apart with a strength that made your body jolt.
"W-wait—" your voice broke, a weak sniffle escaping as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving rapidly, overstimulation already threatening to unravel you further.
The stretch of your thighs, the way Heeseung's fingers pressed into your skin, it all made you flinch with both anticipation and fear. You weren't sure if you could take more, but your body betrayed you, your cunt twitching at the thought of him filling you again.
"Dude, no fun," Sunghoon muttered, irritation coloring his tone as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, still tasting you there. His cock twitched in his fist, but he leaned back with a scowl.
"Three of you step back. You can't even take care of her." Jay's voice cut through the air, commanding, silencing all of them in an instant.
Your head turned instinctively toward him. The sound of his voice sent a violent shiver down your spine, your pussy clenching around nothing as though it had been waiting only for him. Your chest hitched, your lips parting on a desperate little whimper that you couldn't hold back. "J-Jay..."
Jake scoffed from the other side of the bed, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but the flash of annoyance in his expression didn't hide the way his chest rose faster, as if even he knew Jay's presence shifted everything. "She's fine. Don't act like you're the savior now."
Jay's gaze flicked toward him, before returning to you. He moved closer until he stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at your trembling body. "She's more than fine. She's a mess. Look at her." His jaw tightened as his eyes roamed over you—your soaked thighs, your trembling legs, your chest that still rose and fell unevenly. His voice softened. "She's mine to take care of."
Heeseung growled low in his throat, clearly unwilling to back off, his body still hovering over you. "We've already broken her in. Don't come here acting like you own her now." His fingers dug into your thigh harder, spreading you wider as if to make his point.
Jay's expression didn't shift, though his eyes burned darker. "Then move. Or I'll make you."
You breathe heavily, looking at the both of them. And you—your body trembled violently, torn apart by the clash of their voices, but deep down you knew what you wanted. Your lips quivered, the words slipping out before you could stop yourself. "I... I want Jay..."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Heeseung froze above you, his eyes narrowing dangerously, while Jake let out a low laugh, though the jealousy in it was sharp. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, biting his lip as though amused but also curious to see what Jay would do.
Jay leaned closer, his hand reaching out to brush your messy hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle after all the roughness you'd endured. His thumb stroked over your damp cheek, wiping at the dried tears. His gaze softened as he looked at you.
"Here I thought I was your favorite," Heeseung muttered, finally releasing the tight grip he had on your leg. Beneath the teasing, a mix of bitterness and disappointment that made your chest ache even in your haze.
Jake snorted, throwing a smirk in Heeseung's direction. "Don't flatter yourself. She probably still thinks you're her number one. She just wants another cock inside her because that's what sluts do." His words were cruel, but his retreat was obvious, stepping back from you, his chest still heaving.
Heeseung only shrugged at that, but his eyes flicked to you once more before he turned his head away.
Your lips trembled, guilt and shame mixing with the raw need still burning inside you. You tilted your head toward Jay, your voice coming out as the weakest of whispers. "D-do you want me to clean up first?" The moment the words left your mouth, your chest tightened—afraid he might flinch, afraid he might see you the same way Jake just called you.
But Jay only smiled softly, shaking his head as though the thought was absurd. "It's alright, angel."
The simple reassurance broke something in you. Your eyes stung all over again, but before the tears could spill, his mouth was already moving lower, pressing a trail of unhurried kisses along your inner thigh. Each press of his lips lingered. By the time his lips hovered just above your swollen core, his pointed nose brushing lightly over your sensitive clit, your back had already arched off the sheets in anticipation.
You gasped softly, when his tongue finally slid against you. Hot, steady, and so focused, his tongue swirled around your folds before slipping inside you, teasing your oversensitive walls with a precision that made your breath catch in your throat. The contrast to the brutal pace you'd been enduring was staggering—he wasn't just eating you out, he was savoring you.
Your hands flew instinctively to his hair, trembling fingers tangling into his dark strands as you moaned helplessly, your chest rising and falling with every wave of sensation he drew from you. "J-Jay..." His name slipped from your lips brokenly.
He hummed against your cunt at the sound, the vibration making you twitch as his tongue moved deeper, stroking places inside you that made your toes curl. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you still when your thighs tried to clamp shut around his head from the overwhelming pleasure.
Behind him, you could feel the others watching—Heeseung's silence heavy, Jake's low scoff, Sunghoon's quiet hum of approval—but all of it blurred into the background when Jay moaned against you, drinking you down.
You whimpered, tugging at his hair as your hips bucked weakly into his mouth. "S-so good... I can't, I c-can't hold it—"
Jay pulled back just enough to glance up at you, his lips glistening with your slick, his eyes dark but soft. "Then don't. Let go for me, angel. Just me."
And with that, he dipped his head again, his tongue flicking against your clit with quick, precise strokes while his fingers slid inside you, curling expertly until you were screaming, until your body was trembling so hard you thought it might break apart.
Jay let go of your trembling body, his lips brushing once more against your temple before he finally shifted back. The bed dipped under his weight as he knelt at the edge, the leather of his belt creaking faintly as his fingers tugged at the buckle.
You knew the night had only just begun, but here in this room it already felt like you had been devoured whole, like there was no way out.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" Jay's voice broke through, deceptively calm, his palm gliding down the curve of your thigh, rubbing in a slow rhythm as if coaxing you into trust.
Your lashes fluttered, your chest seizing as though his words had cut the air straight out of your lungs. "H-Huh?" Your voice cracked, eyes wide, searching his expression for some sign of softness that might match the way he'd just held you.
From your left, Jake let out a muffled laugh, the sound harsh against the fragile silence that followed your confusion.
Jay's hand didn't falter. He pressed a little higher on your thigh, the pads of his fingers stroking, teasing, until finally one circled lower, grazing a place that had never been touched this way before.
His tone was as gentle as before, almost sickeningly so. "I asked," he repeated slowly, "have you ever been fucked in your ass, angel?"
The tip of his finger brushed against your rim and you gasped, the breath caught sharp in your throat as heat and panic flared all at once. Your body jolted, betraying you. You couldn't even find the words, your head turning automatically toward the other three. Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon—all three watching you intently, not a single one offering you an escape.
You shook your head quickly, shame coloring your cheeks as your voice finally stumbled out. "N-No..."
Jay's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "On your arms and knees, then. I'll be gentle with you."
The smile was soft, but you could already feel the deception in it. You should've known by now—Jay only looked gentle when he wanted you to obey.
Your tears hadn't even dried when you felt his finger pressing more firmly at your rim, the tight, foreign intrusion making your body stiffen. The burn was immediate, sharp, a sensation your body didn't know how to handle. He twisted his finger slowly, deliberately, and the stretch made you whimper, your hands clawing desperately at the sheets.
"C-can't take it," you cried, shaking your head, your vision blurring again. Your body writhed under him, desperate for someone—anyone—to stop him.
"Hurts, Sunghoon. It hurts!" Your arm reached blindly for him, searching for comfort.
And Sunghoon leaned in instantly, catching your reaching hand, his lips brushing your temple in mock sympathy. "Shh," he cooed, the sound almost tender if not for the wicked edge beneath it. "I thought you were a good girl? You've been dreaming about us for so long, haven't you? This is what you wanted."
Your sobs shook your chest, but your body betrayed you again—clenching around Jay's finger, trembling from every deliberate twist.
On your other side, Heeseung moved closer, crouching low until his chest brushed against your arm. He caught your free hand and guided it toward him, pressing your palm around his cock. "Come on, baby. Use those hands. Don't just cry. Make yourself useful while Jay breaks you in."
Jay's finger pushed deeper, the slow stretch pulling another ragged sob from your throat. He watched you closely, his jaw tight, his cock already heavy in his hand as he stroked it lazily. His lips curved again, "relax, angel. Breathe. I'll make it hurt less if you beg me properly."
When Jay finally pulled his finger free, your body sagged in relief—but it was short-lived. The sharp tear of foil reached your ears, and your stomach flipped as the sound registered. You forced your head to lift, desperate to see him, but Sunghoon's hand kept you locked in place, his grip so firm on your hair that you couldn't move. He angled you down toward Heeseung's cock again, your mouth spreading open around him until you gagged.
You heard the faint snap of latex as Jay rolled the condom down his thick length, the squirt of lube slicking the air before his fist wrapped around himself, stroking with slow pumps. You tried to tilt your head to catch a glimpse, but Sunghoon tugged hard, forcing you to choke around Heeseung's cock. Your throat tightened painfully as you coughed against the intrusion.
"Hmp—!" Your cry was muffled, spilling against Heeseung's cock as Jay pressed forward. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your rim, stretching you in ways you weren't prepared for.
Jay's groan vibrated through the room, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pushed deeper, inch by inch. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you wider, making you tremble as the burn ignited again.
Your throat was stuffed with Heeseung's cock, and every shallow thrust into your mouth came with another humiliating gulp, gulp, gulp. Each noise mingled with Jay's ragged breathing as he sank himself slowly into your ass.
By the time his cock buried itself halfway, your hands had flown to Heeseung's thighs in desperation, nails scratching down his skin as your throat tried to adjust. Heeseung hissed sharply at the sting, then abruptly pulled out, your mouth gasping for air as you coughed and sobbed.
"Bitch," he spat, slapping your cheek with enough force to sting. Your head tilted from the impact, tears spilling harder as you whimpered against the mattress, your body trembling uncontrollably.
The sound of the slap cracked through the room—and the shift in the air was instant. Jay froze, his dark eyes snapping up, his jaw tight. Slowly, he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his cock still halfway inside your ass as he fixed his glare on Heeseung.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?"
"She fucking scratched me—" Heeseung started.
Jay's glare sharpened, cutting him off. His hand curled around your hip, steadying you as he leaned closer until his lips brushed your ear, his words meant for both you and Heeseung. "Apologize. To her. Now."
Heeseung's jaw flexed, annoyance flashing in his eyes, but under Jay's burning stare, he finally muttered, "...Sorry."
You sniffled, your face pressed to the sheets, too shaken to respond. Jay's grip on your hip softened just enough for his thumb to caress you. "You okay, hmm?"
You swallowed hard, unable to find your voice, and forced yourself to nod against the sheets. Your chest rose and fell in shuddering waves, but you needed him to believe you could take it.
Jay hummed softly, almost like praise. "That's it. Breathe for me, angel. Let me in. Don't hold back." His hips pressed forward again. The intrusion stretched you open slowly, your body fighting to keep up with his size. The burn sharpened into an unbearable sting, and you screamed into the mattress, toes curling tight against the sheets as you struggled not to collapse.
Sunghoon's hand smoothed over your hair, patting your head with a tenderness, so comforting that make you whimper. "Good girl," he whispered, as though you needed his approval just to keep breathing.
Then Heeseung moved closer, his hand sliding between your thighs to press against your soaked pussy.
"Sorry, baby." His palm cupped you carefully, you flinched at first, but when he leaned in, his lips closing over your nipple, sucking hard, the sharp edge of pain dulled under a rush of pleasure. The shift made your back arch violently, the cry that tore from you high and desperate.
"Ahh! F-fuck!" you screamed, voice cracking, torn between pain and bliss.
Jay grunted at the way your body squeezed around him, his hand wrapping tightly around your arm to pull it back behind you like a lever. His other hand gripped your shoulder firmly, anchoring you while his hips snapped forward with force. Each thrust sent a wet smack echoing through the room, skin colliding with a punishing rhythm.
Heeseung groaned against your chest, his tongue flicking over your nipple as his fingers pressed harder into your clit, rubbing circles that sent shocks of sensation racing through your trembling body. The mixture of Jay's brutal thrusts and Heeseung's eager mouth had you thrashing.
You never thought being filled that way could drag such a storm out of you. The sting that had first made you sob now twisted into something overwhelming, a blend of fire and honey that made your body betray you with every clench. Each thrust blurred the line between pain and euphoria until you couldn't separate one from the other, only the dizzy rush that kept forcing cries from your throat.
At some point, you lost track of who was where.
You were a doll passed between them, shifted and handled, your body too pliant to resist, too consumed by sensation to understand the movement until it was already happening.
When Jay lifted you with an arm hooked under your ribs, carrying your trembling weight as though you were light as air, your limbs hung loose, hair falling forward like a curtain, your head lolling against his chest. The world was hazy, sound muffled except for their voices and the unrelenting rhythm of flesh against flesh.
You moaned uncontrollably, the sound spilling out of you even before Sunghoon pushed inside your swollen pussy. He didn't wait, he didn't tease—he slid in deep, and the stretch dragged another cry out of your throat.
Jake positioned himself over you, his hands squeezing your tits roughly, pressing them together around the length of his cock. He thrusted between them with a feral need, groaning at the slick heat as he forced you to keep your trembling arms raised so you couldn't rest, so none of them were ignored.
Your muscles screamed, the burn in your shoulders mixing with the fire between your legs. Yet the harder it became to hold on, the more your moans broke apart into helpless sobs.
"Shit! So fucking good!" Sunghoon moaned, usually he was silent, the one who held back while the others filled the air, but now his restraint had shattered. His moans came rough and guttural, pulled from his chest with every thrust, his expression twisting into something close to pure bliss. Each time his hips met yours, the sound that tore from his throat was louder, rawer, until you realized he was trembling too—losing himself in you just as much as you were unraveling under him.
Your vision blurred at the edges, tears clinging to your lashes, the ringing in your ears drowning out everything but their voices and the wet sounds of bodies colliding. Orgasms tore through you one after another, piling so fast you couldn't separate them anymore. You were trapped in the spiral of it, begging without thought, "Y-yes, fuck, yes—I can't stop—I need it—please, don't stop!"
Your body betrayed you completely, arching up even as you wanted to collapse. The adhesive gems clinging to your eyelids sparkled faintly under the light, miraculously still in place as your eyes rolled back, your tongue slipping free from your mouth with no strength left to hold it in. You were a mess, unrecognizable even to yourself, but they devoured every second of it.
Jake groaned low in his chest as his cock pulsed, spilling over your tits, hot ropes covering your skin until you were painted in him. He slapped your chest once more, watching it smear across your breasts before stumbling back, his body giving out as he dropped onto the mattress, panting heavily, drained but satisfied.
The moment you were freed from him, your lips were claimed again. Heeseung and Jay's mouths fought for space against yours, kissing you with different kinds of urgency—Jay deep and consuming, Heeseung sharp and demanding. Their lips pulled moans out of you you didn't even know you had left, your eyes shut tight as your mouth parted helplessly between them.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon's cock dragged deeper inside you, angling until it brushed that spot that made your whole body spasm. The rhythm of his thrusts grew steadier, more desperate, his hips slamming into you with a pace that made your chest heave and your breath hitch against the mouths kissing yours. He was unrelenting, he couldn't stop himself, your body had unlocked something in him he never wanted to let go of.
Sunghoon's control shattered first. His jaw clenched, veins standing out along his neck as he pushed deeper, his movements rough and unsteady, every thrust dragging a desperate sound from him. His eyes squeezed shut and his head tilted back, a moan ripping from his throat as his stomach tightened, the pleasure consuming him faster than he could handle. He bit down on his lip, but it wasn't enough to stifle the way his body shook while his cock throbbed violently inside you.
You felt the hot flood of his release filling you in long, uncontrollable spurts. It spread thick through your core, making your walls clench tighter as though your body wanted to keep him there, to hold every drop.
The sensation was so overwhelming that your back arched high into Jay's chest. He caught you easily, his large hand spreading over your breast and kneading. His lips swallowed your broken moans, his tongue sliding deep until you whimpered against him, unable to keep up.
Your hips jerked when Sunghoon finally spilled the last of his release, the force of it pushing some of his cum to seep out around his cock. He slumped forward, chest heaving, but his grip on your waist betrayed his reluctance to leave you. He wanted to stay buried, to keep claiming you—but his body gave out, and with a low groan he pulled free, his length glistening as it slid from your swollen cunt.
The loss of him left you trembling, and before you could even breathe, Heeseung was already there. His hand slid between your thighs, fingers parting your slick folds without hesitation. He rubbed over your swollen clit in tight circles, faster, sharper, and your lips tore away from Jay's kiss to scream, your cry echoing through the room as a new wave of sensation tore through you.
Sunghoon's cum was still dripping from your pussy when Heeseung's fingers slapped against your sensitive clit. The sharp sting made your hips spasm, jerking upward uncontrollably, the sound of the wet slap filling the room. Your thighs shook, but Jay's hand on your chest kept you pressed firmly against him, forcing you to take it all.
"So fucking hot," Jay groaned against your skin, his teeth grazing your neck before biting down just enough to leave a mark. He soothed the bite with his tongue before sucking at the spot, leaving his claim branded into your skin while you cried softly beneath him.
"Come on," Heeseung coaxed. He gave your clit another sharp slap that made you gasp, your entire body twitching. "Breathe. Deep. You've still got two cocks waiting for you."
Your body was trembling, the exhaustion in your muscles fighting against the need clawing through your veins. Every part of you screamed for a pause, a moment of stillness, but your lips betrayed you, spilling soft, broken words into the heated air.
"...cock... want more..." you whispered, not even sure if you meant to say it out loud, but the second it left your mouth, they moved.
They shifted you onto Heeseung first, his broad chest rising under your palms as he positioned himself at your entrance. Your thighs burned as you straddled him, but you couldn't stop yourself from lowering down, grinding until his thick tip slid past your folds, the friction making your entire body quiver.
Heeseung's eyes darkened immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he guided you, feeling the way your heat stretched around him.
Jay stood behind you, his movements methodical as he tore open another condom with his teeth. He rolled the latex down over his length with one hand, the other already spreading over your lower back, holding you steady. His touch was careful, deceptively gentle, even as you felt the blunt press of his cock teasing your other entrance.
The stretch made you scream, your head snapping back to his shoulder as his cock slowly pushed inside your ass. Your tits arched forward, bouncing in Heeseung's face, and he groaned like he was seeing heaven itself, his mouth immediately latching onto one nipple. His tongue flicked hard before he began sucking greedily, moaning against your skin, drowning himself in the taste of you might keep him from unraveling completely.
He told himself not to get attached, not to think beyond the raw act of it but as he looked up, catching the sight of your face twisted with both pain and euphoria, your lashes damp with tears, your lips parted, your flushed cheeks glowing, he was gone. So fucking pretty, too pretty for this. His chest tightened, his teeth sinking into his lip, half-lidded eyes watching you lose yourself while he thrust up into you.
"Ahh—fuck! S-so good! Feels so good!" you sobbed, your voice breaking as both of them found their rhythm inside you.
Jay's arm slid tighter around your middle, pulling you back against him, while his other hand anchored hard on your shoulder.
Each drive of his hips made your body lurch forward, and every time he withdrew, Heeseung thrust upward to meet you, their cocks colliding through the thin barrier inside you. The pressure was relentless, unbearable yet addicting. You felt so full, so completely wrecked, yet you didn't want them to stop.
Your head fell back against Jay's shoulder, your throat exposed, your lips trembling as the sounds poured out of you unrestrained. His gaze locked onto you, never wavering, watching every twitch of your brows, every flutter of your lashes, every blissful break in your voice.
His stomach coiled tight when he saw you smile through your moans, blissful grin that said you were floating in a haze beyond reason.
And then—when you let out a delirious laugh, drunk on cock and pleasure—both he and Heeseung nearly lost control.
"Shit... fuck, look at her," Heeseung moaned against your chest, thrusts erratic as your pussy clenched harder, milking him. His thumb found your clit again, circling with ruthless precision, making your hips twitch violently in their hold.
"Fucking cockdrunk," Jake muttered from the side, his voice strained, his hand already wrapped tight around his cock as he stroked himself, eyes devouring the sight of you stuffed full between Jay and Heeseung.
"Unbelievable..." Sunghoon hissed, though his body betrayed his words as his cock hardened again at the sight. His chest rose sharply, his jaw tightening as his eyes burned into you, unable to look away.
And you—you were flying. Your entire body trembled, sweat dripping down your back, every nerve set alight as two cocks pounded into you in perfect rhythm, stretching you in ways you never thought you could handle. You weren't just moaning anymore—you were laughing, delirious, euphoric, because nothing had ever felt this good. The world outside didn't exist. There was only this. Only them. Only the way your body sang under their hands, under their cocks.
You were living your best fucking life, and in that moment, you knew you never wanted it to end.
"Shit—I'm gonna cum," Heeseung groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his thrusts grew uneven. You couldn't help yourself, couldn't stop your body from pushing back onto his cock, greedy for every last inch.
"Need it—please, I need you to cum inside me—don't hold back," you moaned.
Jay tightened his bicep around your throat, dragging you flush against him as his lips pressed against your temple. "Take it, angel. Take all of him."
The heat in your chest exploded when Heeseung moaned loud and emptied inside you. The sound of his voice made your heart lurch even as your own orgasm tore through you again. Your walls clenched so violently that his cock twitched helplessly, spilling thicker and thicker ropes of cum until you could feel the weight of it stretching your stomach. The mess spilled from the corners of your folds, warm streams dripping down your thighs.
But before the haze could settle, Jay's voice cut through. "Pull out, Heeseung. It's my turn—I want to cum in her too." His arm around your throat tightened, pulling you higher onto him, your back arching as his cock slid free from your ass, still painfully hard.
Heeseung hesitated, his chest heaving, his eyes narrowing like he didn't want to let go of the heat he'd buried himself in. He gave a sharp exhale of frustration but finally withdrew, his cock wet and shining as he let you slip from him.
Jay didn't waste a second. He yanked off the condom, tossing it carelessly aside, then pushed his length inside your pussy still dripping with Heeseung's load. The stretch burned, but the mix of fluids made him slide in effortlessly, and the sensation had your toes curling instantly.
"Fuck—fuck, she's so wet," Jay groaned, his forehead pressing against the side of your head. His pace was punishing, his hips snapping against your ass as his hand gripped your hip to anchor himself.
"Can't hold it—gonna fill you—"
The moment he buried himself deep, his body stiffened, and he spilled hot inside you. His growl vibrated against your ear, the sound of his release mixing with your own helpless moans. You could feel it, the pulse of his cock as he filled you so completely that the mix of him and Heeseung spilled back out, dripping into a sticky mess beneath you.
It took a long moment before they both released you, your body sagging limp between them. You barely had the strength to move when Jake stepped forward, his hand already pumping his length with urgency, his eyes locked on your face. Sunghoon moved with him, their cocks standing tall, both of them crowding your view as you were laid down on your back.
"Open up, baby," Jake ordered.
Your lips parted, tongue falling out on instinct, the salty taste of precum already smearing across it as they fisted themselves harder. Their groans overlapped as thick spurts painted your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, dripping down your neck and into your hair. You swallowed what you could, eyes rolling back at the sheer dirtiness of it, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.
You stared blankly at the ceiling, vision hazy, ears ringing so loud it felt like you were underwater. Your head was spinning, the room tilting, but your body was already being turned again.
Your limbs flopped uselessly as Jake forced his cock back to hardness, guiding himself to your ass, while Heeseung gripped your legs wide, holding you open as though your exhaustion didn't matter.
One by one, they took their turns again, each of them sliding into your abused body, spilling more inside until it felt like there wasn't any part of you left untouched. Your mind was gone, floating somewhere else, your mouth hanging open without sound, and still, they didn't stop.
The last thing you remembered was Sunghoon's icy hands spreading your folds, his voice low with awe as he stared at the mess dripping from your swollen used pussy—thick white streams still spurting.
And then you passed out, swallowed by the overwhelming haze of pleasure and exhaustion, your body twitching even in unconsciousness, your mind lost in the aftershocks of everything they had done.
You woke with a body that felt heavier than stone, every inch aching. The room was quiet except for the soft snores surrounding you.
You shivered, realizing the air was cold against your damp hair and clammy skin, only to notice the weight of arms draped over you—two different hands anchoring you in place. One was around your waist, pulling you back into a solid chest, the other rested lazily on your hip.
You blinked hard, trying to gather yourself, and only then did you notice you were clothed, though barely. Someone had slipped a shirt over you, but it was hiked up high, baring most of your thighs. Heart pounding, you tilted your head, your breath catching when you saw Jay's face so close to yours. His features were peaceful, his brows relaxed, lips parted just slightly as a soft groan escaped him. Even in sleep, he pulled you tighter into his chest.
"What the fuck..." you whispered under your breath, pulse racing as heat rushed to your cheeks.
Your gaze dropped lower and froze. Sunghoon's head rested against your chest, lips slack and still attached to your nipple. His hand was curled around your waist too, fingers twitching. The memory of his face twisted in pleasure, his voice breaking with moans, hit you so hard that your thighs clenched instinctively.
You stifled a sound, your whole face burning.
Carefully, with your fingers trembling, you began to pry their hands off one by one, moving Jay's arm and slipping Sunghoon's hand back over his own body. It felt like sneaking out of something you weren't supposed to survive. But before you could breathe in relief, your eyes darted downward—and you almost screamed.
At the foot of the bed, sprawled across like he owned the space, was Jake. His cheek was pressed into the mattress, lips parted as he breathed heavily, his bare chest rising and falling. He looked so soft like this, so far from the rough, taunting voice that had wrecked you just hours ago.
Your stomach flipped.
"What the hell..." you whispered again, a little louder this time, biting your lip as panic swirled in your chest. You couldn't stay here. Not with the memories flashing in your head.
Ignoring the deep ache in your thighs and the heaviness weighing down your limbs, you tiptoed around them, snatching your heels and dress from the table. The sound of the zipper sliding into place echoed too loudly in your ears as you tried to dress as quietly as possible.
When you finally slipped out and pulled the door shut behind you, you pressed your back against it, exhaling sharply. Relief barely lasted a second before you froze again.
Someone was sitting in the living room.
Heeseung was perched on the couch, phone in hand, his tall frame hunched slightly forward. The glow of the screen lit his sharp features, but the second the door clicked shut, his head snapped up. His eyes widened as if he hadn't expected you to actually walk out. In a blur, he was standing, pocketing his phone.
"Hey," his voice came out softer than you remembered.
Your whole body stiffened, eyes wide, your pulse hammering in your throat. The room was quiet but the weight of his presence filled it, and you could feel your heart fluttering in panic—or maybe dangerously close to longing.
"It's just five-thirty," he said, glancing briefly at the window where the faintest gray of dawn was creeping in. "We finished at four. Are you... already leaving?"
Your throat was dry. Fuck. He was talking to you. Just standing there, bare-faced and raw from the night before, his voice carrying none of the arrogance it once did. You wanted to respond, but your mouth betrayed you, stuck in silence. You could only stare at him, your gaze trembling before you forced it away, too shy, too ashamed, too overwhelmed.
Heeseung shifted his weight, his Adam's apple bobbing as though he was working up the nerve. Then, in a tone that was almost uncertain, he asked, "Were we too rough?"
You blinked up at him, startled.
"I..." you started, but the words stuck.
His jaw tightened, eyes flickering before he let out a low sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture that didn't fit the man who had held you down hours earlier. His voice dropped lower, rough with regret. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you like that. I just... I got carried away."
The sincerity in his tone, the way his eyes searched yours like he needed you to believe him, made your chest ache. You didn't trust yourself to speak, your throat felt raw, so you simply nodded, awkward and small, hoping it was enough.
"I—I... uh... shit." Heeseung's voice faltered.
He was fumbling, caught off guard by the weight of his own thoughts. For the first time, he seemed unsure.
Heeseung had always respected the girls they brought into this kind of mess, but responsibility was something he usually left to Jay, who carried gentleness. Yet with you, the urge was different. It was tugging at him in a way he couldn't ignore, and it unsettled him more than he'd ever admit.
His tongue darted over his lips, his brows knitting together as he shifted closer, still cautious of your fragile state. "Do you... want to leave? I—uh—I can get my car, or call someone, or—wait." He cut himself off, unsure what offer would make sense, what you even needed from him right now.
You shook your head quickly, your hands clinging to your heels. Your voice came out almost too small to hear, but you forced the words past your lips. "T-thank you. I-I can manage myself. Th-thank you... so much."
It was rushed, shaky, like you needed to get it out before your voice betrayed the truth of how fragile you felt. Without waiting for his response, you turned away, your bare feet carrying you in tiny, stumbling steps toward the door. Each step hurt, your body reminding you of everything from last night, but you pressed forward anyway, desperate to escape the heaviness in the room.
"Wait—what's your—" Heeseung started, his hand twitching forward as if he could reach you. But the words fell flat, caught in his throat, and he stopped himself before finishing. His lips pressed together in frustration, a quiet curse slipping under his breath. His eyes followed the curve of your back, the fragile sway of your shoulders, the sound of your unsteady footsteps echoing.
"...number."
The word left him softer than a whisper, too late, almost swallowed by the empty space you left behind.
He stood there for a long moment, staring at the door you'd just disappeared through, torn between running after you and letting you go. His jaw clenched, his hand raking through his hair as he sank back down onto the couch.
He couldn't shake the image of you—the way your eyes had rolled back in bliss, the way you had laughed in the middle of it all, the way you looked at him now as if you wanted to disappear.
And Heeseung felt a kind of defeat that left his chest heavy. First, he was pissed that Jay, of all people, had managed to pull your attention more than once that night. Second, he hadn't even gotten the chance to really enjoy you the way he wanted, not fully, not the way that would have been enough. And third—worst of all—he didn't even know your full name, or what department you were in, or anything beyond that single night where you'd let yourself unravel in his arms and under his hands.
"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand over his face, frustrated at the gnawing ache in his chest. You were too pretty, too delicate, too intoxicating, and it infuriated him that Sunghoon and Jake had gotten their way with you first, splitting you open before he ever had the chance to claim you for himself. The thought of them having your "first" and sharing you so easily left a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted you whole, wanted you alone, wanted more than the scraps of a night shared with three others.
Heeseung realized this wasn't just another nameless, faceless memory to throw away. He didn't want this to be the last time. He wanted more of you—your laugh, your trembling voice, your warmth pressed against him. The only thing he had left was the trace of your scent, still lingering faintly on his skin and in the air, that floral sweetness that he couldn't shake no matter how many showers he took. It drove him mad.
"Hey, I tried your perfume and it doesn't smell nearly as nice on me as it does on you."
Your classmate pouted, watching you rub lotion into your arms after swim class. Her tone was playful, but her eyes lingered longer than usual, narrowing slightly at the fading bruises that scattered along your thighs.
"—Wait, are you okay? What's with all these marks?" she asked, her voice shifting, curious but edged with concern as her gaze dropped to your legs, then caught on your wrist where faint discoloration still traced your skin.
You forced a small smile, your hands moving carefully as though the weight of her stare could dig deeper into your body. "Anemia," you said lightly. "You know how it gets sometimes."
She frowned, unconvinced, but didn't press further. You focused on squeezing another bit of lotion into your palm, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. The bottle was nearly empty, and you hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should buy another or try something different.
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since your body had been pushed to its limit, since you had let yourself fall apart in the arms, mouths, and cocks of four men who you never should have gotten tangled with.
As much as it thrilled you to remember, you knew it wasn't something you could ever share. Not with your classmates, not with anyone. This was yours alone.
And so, you smiled at your friend, pretending everything was normal, while inside, you cherished the memory of a night you swore you'd never tell.
You tied your damp hair back, the strands clinging to your neck as you tugged on a sweatshirt and shorts. A light mist of perfume lingered as you sprayed your wrists, your throat, the curve of your shoulder, even down your spine as though you could drown yourself in that sweet comfort.
"God, you smell so good again," your friend whined, fanning herself dramatically. You only chuckled and brushed her off, slipping your bag onto your shoulder before following the group.
The conversation turned quickly, as it always seemed to these days.
"How come those fuckboys keep throwing parties and we never hear a word after? It's like magic," one girl scoffed, and the others broke into agreement, voices overlapping with laughter.
"Right? I swear they must be fucking someone every time," another chimed in, clapping her hands for emphasis. "No way they're just drinking. But no one ever talks. Like—ever."
Their voices carried ahead of you while you trailed behind, smiling faintly, shaking your head as if their words were just another baseless rumor. Inside, though, your chest tightened. If only they knew. If only they could imagine half of what had happened that night. But you weren't about to let them. You had no intention of ever telling a single soul.
That night was a secret carved into you, and the four of them had reputations built on silence—no communication, no strings, no trace.
You sighed, crouching down to fix your shoelace, the chatter of your classmates fading as they moved further down the hall. One of them called your name over their shoulder, urging you to hurry, but before you could respond, the sound of measured steps came closer. A shadow cut across the floor in front of you.
You froze.
Slowly, your gaze lifted from the shoes planted right in front of you. And your heart stopped.
"Found you," a low voice drawled, threaded with satisfaction, almost a taunt.
Gasps erupted behind you, your classmates halting in their tracks.
Your eyes widened. Heeseung was really there, standing over you in broad daylight, surrounded by people, breaking his own rules without hesitation. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
Then, without warning, he crouched down in front of you. The tall, untouchable Heeseung—the one who ignored every girl who chased after him, who made it clear he wanted nothing to do with messy attention—was kneeling, his long fingers brushing over your loose shoelace.
"I had a hard time finding you," he muttered, not loud enough for anyone but you to hear. His tone was casual, but his jaw was tight, his movements sharp with frustration as he tied the knot in one clean motion. "It really pissed me off, you know?"
Your throat went dry. Heat crawled up your neck, spreading across your face until you felt the tips of your ears burn.
Why? Why was he here? Why was he talking to you? This wasn't the Heeseung everyone else knew. He never lowered himself like this—not in front of everyone, not where people could see. He shut girls down without a glance, his cold indifference the very thing that made them chase harder. Yet here he was, focused on you with an intensity that made your stomach twist.
Around you, your classmates whispered furiously, unable to hide their shock. Some covered their mouths, others exchanged wide-eyed looks, but no one dared step closer.
"Can we talk?" His voice was steady, but softer than you expected, almost coaxing.
When you finally dared to look at him, his eyes caught yours. They weren't the eyes of the cold, untouchable Heeseung everyone claimed to know. No, they were gentle, wide, almost disarming, like he was looking through you and not just at you. He smiled—small, sweet, almost shy—and your lips trembled against the sudden wave of nerves.
"H-Huh?" Your voice cracked embarrassingly.
Before you could gather yourself, he reached forward and plucked your bag from your shoulder. His hand found yours in the same motion, his long fingers curling around your palm. The contact made your knees weaken, a sharp rush of heat flooding your chest.
Heeseung was holding your hand. Heeseung, who never even let girls close enough to breathe the same air without brushing them off, was lacing his fingers with yours in front of everyone!
"Let's get out of here first, hmm?" His tone carried a teasing lilt, but his grip on your hand was firm.
You could hardly process as he tugged you gently in the opposite direction, away from your frozen classmates whose whispers grew louder. Each step with him felt surreal, like walking straight into a dream you weren't ready for but couldn't pull away from.
Then, as if to seal the knot of heaviness swirling in your chest, his head tilted close, his breath warm against your ear.
summary. you've just moved in for your first year of university when you're jumpscared by heeseung coming out of your room after a one night stand with your roommate. turns out he (and all his bumass friends) also live in the same residence hall 👎
genre. social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, crack
disclaimers. swearing, suggestive/crude humour, drinking + smoking, i'm deeply unfunny, ensemble cast, this series is just random bullshit in a bowl, references to a collegiate university structure, ages are adjusted, typos and inconsistencies (i'm sorry), ignore timestamps!
status. ongoing
taglist. open! please reply to this post or send an ask >:)
tracking tag. #series ; trinity hall
author's note. I keep writing for heeseung . i swear it isn't intentional but he keeps fitting my ideas 💔 anyways. i hope everyone enjoys hehe
masterlist
teaser!
kings college residence layout
PROFILES
one | two
CHAPTERS
one. ate dong with friends ^_^
two. i May have queened too close to the sun
three. problematic alcohol tolerance gap relationship
four. fate (Frog Gate)
five. Guys I am in a Shadow the Hedgehog cosplay
six. sunghoon is a himedanshi
seven. she likes them submissive and pathetic
eight. The porter just told me to kill myself
nine. Shave My Pubes: Christmas Extravaganza
ten. Watch ur back aeri uchinaga.
eleven. What the flip guys! Jeepers! Holy guacamole!
twelve. where is ur enthusiasm. Where is your vigour for life
thirteen. #PourADirtyBajaOnYourCrotchChallenge
fourteen. U just mad u not a cutie patootie like I am
fifteen. the Nishimura Guarantee
sixteen. why did i just catch a Drift of sativa in the wind
seventeen. minjeong is a cutieful girl. Lee Heeseung is the Demogorgon
synopsis: sunoo was a good friend of yours, a good friend who had a crush on you for a long while. between your situationships, you realize he’s slowly becoming distant.
The first thing that caught your eye about him wasn't his fluffy black cat ears that poked through his slight messy hair.
Or his long tail that tightly curled around one of his legs.
It wasn't even the pair of golden brown eyes that cautiously watched every person that walked past his room.
It was how, gentle and quiet he seemed.
As the other hybrids enthusiastically approached the glass whenever someone stopped by their room, Jo didn't move an inch.
He stayed curled up in the corner of his room with a soft cream blanket wrapped around his shoulders and every now and then his ears twitched a little from the loud noises from the shelter. He didn't get up once to greet anyone who passed.
There was a small card beside his room that simply read:
Name: Asakura Jo
Hybrid: Black Cat
Age: 21
Personality: Gentle. Quiet. Affectionate once comfortable.
You gently knelt down in front of the glass and you noticed how his ears flicked towards you as you spoke, "...Hi."
His eyes slowly glanced up to meet yours. You simply sat down on the floor, instead of calling him over with the usual high pitched voice.
Your voice was soft as you finally spoke up again, "You don't have to come over," he looked up at you slightly, " I just wanted to keep you company."
A few minutes passed as people walked passed behind you. You could hear someone laugh way to loud in another room behind you.
Then you heard soft footsteps inching closer to you. When you had finally looked up, you saw how Jo had slowly shuffled closer to you until he was sitting only a few feet away from the glass.
His black tail was still tightly wrapped around his thigh as his ears slowly lowered, but he hadn't turned away from you like he had with others.
A shelter worker who was walking by softly smiled before whispering, "I've never seen him come over to anyone before."
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The papers for Jo's adoption were signed by you less than an hour later.
The drive back to your apartment was incredibly quiet as Jo was sitting in the passenger seat.
He was wearing a white, slightly oversized hoodie the shelter had given him. He's hands were nervously twisting the sleeves of the hood as he glanced over at you every few seconds, before looking away quickly.
You were slightly worried by his actions, "...Are you okay?"
He only gave you a slight nod.
"...Scared?" you asked him again, quickly looking over at him for a split second before focusing on the road again. You only got another tiny nod.
As you stopped at a red light, you tried your best to make him a bit more comfortable, "I'm not going to force you to do anything."
His ears slightly perked up at your words.
"You don't have to hug me."
"You don't have to talk."
"You don't have to be the perfect hybrid."
You sighed before continuing, "You just have to exist."
For the first time Jo's tail gave the smallest little wag at your confession.
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Your apartment wasn't the biggest place on earth but it was warm and cozy.
There were fluffy blankets everywhere he looked, with the prettiest plants by the windows.
The couch also looked ridiculously comfortable.
Jo slowly and cautiously stepped inside, "...This is..."
"Home." you quickly mumbled to him, locking the door behind you both.
He only stared at you, slightly surprised, "...Yours?"
"Ours." you quickly corrected him, making his ears stand upright almost immediately.
You had spent the first few weeks learning each other.
Jo had learned how you always hummed while making breakfast for the both of you.
You learned that Jo absolutely loved watching the birds fly by through the window.
He recently discovered which blanket was your favorite out of all your blankets and you discovered that he secretly loved when you teased him.
Jo became obsessed with sitting in the sunny patches on the floor.
You'd walk into the living room to find him stretched out like a spoiled kitten with his eyes closed and a comfortable smirk on his expression.
"...Comfortable?" You asked him as you walked out of the kitchen towards to the couch.
"Mhm." he softly hummed, his tail wrapping around his thigh.
"So you're stealing my sunlight now?" you joked with him, a pleasant smile forming on your lips as you crossed your arms.
"...It's mine." he grumbled, slowly flipping over onto his stomach.
"You've become awfully confident." Your words made a tiny smile form on his lips as he whispered, "...Maybe."
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Jo had followed you everywhere! Literally everywhere...
Need something in the kitchen?
Jo's right behind you.
Putting away some laundry?
Jo's right next to you.
Bathroom?
Ears poking around the corner, making you laugh, "...Jo."
"...Hm?" He hummed, finally looking around the corner.
"You know I'm just brushing my teeth." you giggled at the slight pout on his lips.
"I know."
"So why are you standing there?" you asked him curiously as you put away your toothbrush, closing the cabinet door.
"...Just watching."he quietly mumbled in response.
"...You're so clingy." You said laughing without really thinking about what you said.
You watched as his ears flattened dramatically and his quiet voice whispered out , "...Sorry..."
His apology immediately made you feel guilty, "No no."
You quickly made your way towards him and gently scratched behind one of his fluffy ears, "I think it's really cute."
You felt as his entire body froze at your touch, "...Again?"
You blinked at his question, "Hm?"
"...Can you...do that again?" His voice was so soft and full of nerves. You gently traced your fingers behind his ear once again and the loudest purr you have ever heard filled the room.
The sound of his purring made you both freeze.
He's eyes widened at the sound leaving him, "...I..."
Another soft purr escaped him, making his face burn with a rosy tint, "...Please pretend that didn't happen."
His words made you let out a little giggle, "I didn't know hybrids purred!"
"I don't!" He quickly whined out as a protest.
"You literally are." You laughed out again, finding him extremely adorable.
"...I'm not doing it on purpose though..." He pouted slightly.
After that incident that happened outside of the bathroom, he became addicted to your touch.
Every night after you came back home from work, he'd quietly shuffle towards you while you were reading and would quietly whisper, "...Can I?"
You huffed a little at his question, "You don't even have to ask."
In a split second he layed across your lap, as your fingers would softly scratch behind his ears and his fuzzy tail would wrap around your waist.
And within minutes you would hear the soft purring of your little kitten against your thigh. It started happening every single night.
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He had became very protective of you over the next few weeks.
One particular rainy night you had came home exhausted from work, locking the door behind you with a loud sigh and without saying a single word, your bag slipped from your fingers, falling to the ground with a loud thud.
"...Long day?" His voice was soft with admiration laced in his tone, his ears slightly perking up with concern.
"Mhm." You only hummed in response and before you could even sit down, Jo sprinted down the hallway, disappearing from your sight.
You sighed and slumped down on the couch, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against a cushion.
A few minutes later you opened your eyes as you heard Jo scurrying towards you. He had returned with your favorite blanket. He gently draped it over you, before running off again, only to return with the stuffed animal he won for you the time you went to a arcade.
You let out a tiny laugh as he handed you the plushie before running off once again. This time he came back with a cup of hot chocolate and a bag of your favorite candy.
You blinked at the sight in front of you as he sat down next to you, "...Jo."
"Hm?" He glanced up at you, a slight sparkle in his eyes.
"...Did you just build me a comfort nest?" You asked him curiously, a small smile forming.
"...Maybe." He mumbled as he looked down at his hands, his tail giving himself away as it slight sways.
You couldn't keep your laughter in anymore as you watched him being so shy.
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You've come to a realization that Jo absolutely loves sleeping, but not alone! With you!
At first he always asked you with his shy, shaky voice, "...Can I sleep here?"
But eventually he'd just simply climb into bed beside you as his tail immediately wraps around your leg or your waist and he'd rest his forehead against your shoulder.
"...Comfortable?" You'd ask him while glancing down at him, watching as his eyes blinked with tiredness.
"Mhm."
"...Too close?" You simply asked him with a teasing voice.
"...No." He whined and pulled himself closer to you, humming contently against your arm.
You giggled at his response of him tugging himself closer to you. Not even five minutes later, you heard soft purring coming from the boy clinging to you.
That same night you couldn't fall asleep. You tried your best to quietly slip out of bed and made your way onto your balcony.
You watched as the city lights below you sparked with a certain hue. After only one minute of peace on the balcony, you heard the door sliding open.
You glanced behind you to see Jo carrying one of his hoodies, "...You'll get cold."
You gave him a little smile as you put on the hoodie, "Thank you."
But instead of going back inside, he stood beside you. A little giggle left your lips as you felt his tail gently curl around your wrist.
You've noticed that he always has go have his tail around you, not possessively, but in a way comforting.
His voice made you snap out of your thoughts, "...Can I tell you something?"
"Always." You told him confidently as you looked up at the night sky full of stars.
"...I was scared when you adopted me." You could tell there was slight hesitation in his sleepy voice.
"I know." You whispered as you finally glanced back at him, your eyes full of something he couldn't name.
"...I thought you'd take me back to that scary place." He mumbled softly, looking away from your gaze, his fingers playing with the strings of your hoodie as you turned to him. Your heart ached at his words, your hands reaching for his, "You've never done anything for me to even think about that..."
His eyes didn't leave your intertwined fingers as he spoke up, "I know that now."
He sighed before continuing, "When you said I didn't have to earn being loved..." You've never heard his voice so quiet, "...Nobody had ever said that to me before."
Your grasp on his hands slightly tightened, hoping he wouldn't hear the ache in your voice, "You never have to."
He finally looked up at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, "...Can I tell you something else?"
"Of course." you whispered quietly.
"I think..." He mumbled as a small, shy smile spread across his expression, "...I loved you from the moment you sat outside my room."
Once again a little laugh erupted from you, "Really?"
He gave you a tiny nod, "You were the first person who didn't ask me to perform."
He sighed as he squeezed your hand, "You just...stayed."
He quietly looked at you again before continuing, "And now?"
Jo leaned in towards you until his forehead rested against yours, "...Now you're my favorite person."
You noticed how as he said it, his ears twitched happily and his tail wrapped around your waist once again.
And...
Somewhere between his silent purring, the way he looked at you through his lashes as you hung the stars above you and the warmth of his embrace...
You had realized that adopting Jo, you hadn't just given him a home.
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