genre: smut, college au-ish, established relationship.
content: dom!sunwoo, sub!female reader, car sex, rough sex, hitting it from the back, big cock sunny <3, praising
warnings: unprotected sex, spanking, marking, sex in a public place (character’s don’t get caught), creampies, mentions of oral sex (male receives), sunwoo gets a bit possessive at the end (not in a creepy way?), squirting, reader’s really vocal, mild dirty talk and degradation (y/n get called a dumb babbling mess lol), mentions of being edged / edging and overstimulation, belly bulging (if you squint), some crying — notes: reader has acrylic nails and it’s said to have curves.
word count: 2k
summary: your boyfriend and you had a plan, drink your night away in the company of friends - but said plans went to waste the moment you saw what the other was wearing. It didn't take long for him to convince you to leave the nightclub and go home and have other type of fun, but you couldn’t make it, you needed each other on the spot.
🫧 please excuse how badly written this is </3 especially as the climax approaches, my writing abilities are rustier than ever )’: there might be spelling mistakes and lack of sense. the end is pretty ew lol
The sky is clear of clouds, some stars twinkling here and there, the weather is perfect. It’s exactly what you would expect on a night in the middle of summer.
But none of that matters to you, not now when your hot boyfriend is fucking you as good as he has since the first time you had sex. Only this time the action is happening in his car — which is parked in the parking lot of the club you just left. Excusing yourselves, claiming to be too tired to continue partying - even if you had only arrived about thirty five minutes ago.
The initial plan was to go home but you couldn’t make it, you needed him and he needed you, no discussion was made. Your hands started to explore the other’s body as your tongues tangled, as if you were in autopilot. Although, it's not exactly the only plan that was thrown out the window tonight.
The actual initial plan Sunwoo and you had, was to drink your night away in the company of friends. You know, have fun, forget some of the stress you have been through the last week - but said plans went to waste the moment you saw what the other was wearing. He almost choked on his drink when he saw the black-mini hugging your curves oh so perfectly.
It drove him insane in the blink of an eye, and everything just got worse when you bent forward a bit to get your cup, your tight dress riding up your thighs making your baby pink panties show off sightly and Sunwoo couldn’t help but start wondering if it was the same set you wore on his birthday, for him. He needed to find out. And well, it didn't take long for him to convince you to leave and to go home and have other kind of fun. Just that you were too desperate and silently agreed that it was fine to have sex on the spot.
The parking lot is full of cars but not a single person in sight, though you don’t doubt that at some point someone trying to reach their car could walk by or what about a taxi picking someone up because they’re too drunk to drive home? And, anyone with an ounce of intelligence could guess the acts being committed inside the car.
I mean,
Foggy windows, constant wiggling in a car that’s parked with the engine off. And the cherry on top, the sound of (your) moans slipping through the cracks of the doors.
Luckily for you the chances of someone walking by or driving in or out are highly unlikely — of course at some point someone will want to leave but that probably won't be before you’re done. Speaking in nightlife language, it's still too early to want to go home, too early to want to stop grinding on someone you don’t really know and will most likely forget about by morning.
But again, right now, it couldn’t matter less to you what the weather is like or what the sky looks like or whether or not you can get caught. The only thing of relevance, the only thing occupying your mind right now is Sunwoo and his damn cock — dragging deliciously against your walls, stuffing your insides so perfectly.
Your acrylic nails are digging into the leather material of the back seat as you try to hold onto it, mewling out his name when his palm slams into the flesh of your ass once again, “Please! Please! Don’t s-stop!” You beg with a shaky voice, your eyes rolling back as your teeth sink into your lower lip. Sunwoo cusses at your begging, with that voice, the one that gives you chills every single time you hear it. It just feels like your ears have been blessed.
In surprise you gasp, your body tensing briefly as it tries to process the pain his hand impacting your skin causes you, but the burning sensation soon becomes a pleasurable feeling, your walls contracting around him as both his hands start to knead the sore flesh of your red ass. “Fuck, yes! Fuck me! Harder!” Now it’s Sunwoo the one who feels like he can’t last longer. Now he’s not only overstimulating and edging you but edging himself. His brown, round-teary eyes rolling just like yours did a couple minutes ago, his head lolling back, an embarrassingly (for him) loud and shaky whine leaving his mouth.
“Does it feels good?” He questions, trying to sounds as normal as he can at the moment, and you, too lost in your own pleasure, can hardly hear his voice in the distance — however, as soon as you gain the smallest of consciousness back, you answer, not wanting him to stop moving his hips like he usually does whenever you ‘ignore’ him.
Your eyes flutter open as you nod and hum, “Yes! Feels good, t-too good” Sunwoo smirks, completely pleased with the tone in your voice. He wishes he could be seeing the cockdrunk expression he knows you have right now, and oh, what a scenario he’d run into.
Your left cheek’s smashed against the seat, probably all red and with not much makeup left on it, a few hairs are sticking to your face and neck thanks to the sweat and residues of tears and spit that ran down your jaw when you were sucking him off as a warm-up. Your black skin-tight dress, for which all your friends died for, is currently rolled at your waist — so that most part of your body could be at his merced. Bare for his mouth to kiss, lick and bite until red-purple-ish marks were adorning your skin. Your matching bra and panties are somewhere on the floor of the car.
You can feel how sticky and sweaty you are, especially in some areas, but for the third time, you don’t have the time to care about it right now. Your mind is as foggy as the windows, your brain is not working properly anymore and your legs are trembling like the strawberry jelly you ate this morning. He’s fucking you so good, so so so damn good. His fingers gripping your hips, roughly pulling you back to meet his thrusts, the red-ish head of his long and thick dick hitting that place that make your toes curl, that turns you into a dumb babbling mess- like he called you three minutes ago, telling you to get a hold of yourself and talk properly — even though he, himself, was struggling to voice out a few words.
“Sunwoo” His ears perk up at your voice weakly calling out his name, “What? You already cumming?” He cockily interrogates but he doesn’t needs an answer, not when you’re whimpering like you usually do when you’re on the very edge. Sunwoo would love nothing more than tease you a bit, push your limits further but hell, oh boy, he is dying to pour every drop of his cum in you.
“Wait a little longer, princess” The pet-name bringing back memories you hope to never forget. Even if one day Sunwoo and you decide to take different paths.
“Shit” He growls with annoyance, hips stopping for a fraction of second just to bring the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, holding it with his teeth so it doesn’t gets on the way of the perfect view he has. His dark brows are furrowed, a few hairs are stuck to his forehead, some others are dripping sweat and his perfectly sculpted jaw is tense even though his lips are parted. Through hooded eyes he’s attentively watching the way his cock slides in and out of your warm, dripping pussy, your slickness sticking to his balls, your ass and thighs jiggling with every move he makes, both his thumbs outlined in the flesh of your hips — from how hard he’s holding them.
”Sunwoo! S-Sunwoo!!” Full of joy and pleasure he lets his eyes close and his head automatically falls back. His moans and grunts muffled by the fabric of his shirt, at this point there is nothing on his little pussy-drunk brain other than the thought of filling you up to the brim. His limbs are starting to feel numb and there surely will be red marks left on his knees from holding his weight for so long.
“C-Cumming!!” You warn in a high pitched cry, your toes curling, eyes rolling back while your lips part, your walls spasming around his throbbing cock as you tightly press your eyelids together and bite your bottom lip to silence your moans which were starting to be too loud for your liking.
But then something snaps. Your eyes abruptly open, you start to squirm, desperately trying to call for him but the words just won’t come out, trying to free yourself from his strong grip but he only pulls you closer. Your high is hitting much harder that you expected, it’s about to blow your mind, your body not knowing how to manage so much at once. “S-Sunwoo” You warningly whisper, still trying to free yourself, “SUNWOO!!” Your legs starting to shake as an scandalous gasp leaves your mouth, your overstimulated cunt finally giving in, gushing its juices, making a mess on the seat and your bodies.
Sunwoo can’t do much but curse at the sight, jaw falling open, the act taking him by surprise, a pornographic-like moan coming out of him as he tries to process what just happened. Needless to say, it doesn’t takes long for him to come.
Harshly pulling you back as he thrust forward into you one last time, wanting to go as deep as possible, hissing and cursing at the air. He stays still until he’s sure every drop of his load is inside of you.
After a couple minutes of trying to catch your breath and of feeling overwhelmed and dizzy and agitated, Sunwoo speaks, softly. Praises falling from his mouth as you start to sob, burying your face in your forearms. It just was too much, but like, in a good sense.
“You did so well, love” Gently rocking his hips as he gets ready to pull out (in a few seconds more), “So perfect” One of his hands going to touch the bottom of your belly, earning a soft whimper when he presses the area, “Do you feel me?” He asks in a whisper, “Hm? Do you feel me there?” His hot breath tickling the back of your neck where he leaves a kiss before making you lay flat on the seat.
Keeping the tone of his voice low, he speaks once again, “Who’s the prettiest girl?” You bite your lip, closing your eyes as you quietly answer what you know he wants to hear, “Exactly, you. You are the prettiest girl, my pretty girl.” In response you giggle, shaking your head in denial, feeling him cheekily smile against your shoulder, “All mine, right?” You nod in agreement, satisfaced with your answer he kisses your head, “Of course you are. And I’m all yours too.”
Both share a cute, short knowing giggle before letting a comfy silence fill the air — the current atmosphere completely different from the one of five minutes ago.
From outside you can hear the sound of crickets and voices, a group of girls laughing, and a little after your eyes begin to close sleepily you hear a car approaching but despite opening your eyes none of you move a single hair — not even when the front lights of it light up the inside of Sunwoo’s car. On the contrary, the boy snuggles up next to you, holding you really close to his chest so you don’t fall off the seat.
Your eyes want to close so badly but there is something that keeps going around in your head so you decide to talk it, sighing before murmuring an apology for ‘making a mess’. Shifting in his arms until you’re able to look at his face when he huffs.
“Baby” He starts, “This is the hottest fuck I've ever had in my life.” A teasing smile stretching his lips, his eyes closed.
You blink, mouth agape, “Really?” You are not quite sure he’s being fully honest, is he really not mad at you getting all his car wet? Plus, you could swear he said the exact same thing two weeks ago when you tried mirror sex and a month ago when you rode his thigh in the middle of a freaking party full of your friends and people from college.
“Of course!” The genuineness coating his voice making you smile shyly. “Honestly, by now you should know that I definitely don't mind a little mess” He coquettishly whisper in your ear, his fingers suggestively caressing your lower back as he pulls your lobe with his teeth, chuckling when you playfully smack his thigh. “What? I’m an honest man.” He adds in a defensive tone, still smiling. “Tonight was a ten out of ten. Would totally do it again.”
“Stop!” Your cheeks are burning and he knows it, that’s why he teases you one more time before letting you both rest for a bit.
“Or maybe we should try something riskier?”
“Kim Sunwoo! Stop!” You squeal, playfully slapping his chest.
summary: sunwoo breaks reader’s brain with a little unexpected overshare, but then he takes the initiative to fix it – so really, everyone is a winner here
prompt: “Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”
this one's for @biaswreckingfics because she humors me and I just love her, okay?
It probably wouldn’t have taken you quite as by surprise if you and Sunwoo hadn’t been just sitting there on the riverfront, eating ice cream cones, of all things. But you were enjoying what you thought was a perfectly innocent afternoon sweets break with your friend. Your obviously very attractive friend, but a friend nonetheless – and not the kind with benefits.
So when you caught him staring at your mouth, mid-lick at your ice cream, you didn’t think that much of it. You laughed. “What?” When he didn’t look away, you brought the hand not holding your cone up to your lips, wiping at them. “Do I have ice cream on my face or something?”
Which was when Sunwoo turned your world upside down, finally lifting his gaze from your ice cream to your eyes.
“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”
He just. Blurted that out.
And thank God it was ice cream you were eating and you’d already swallowed because otherwise, you definitely would have choked. “I’m – I’m sorry, what?”
Smirking, he reached up to brush your hand aside and replace it with his own, his thumb wiping the melted white liquid that yes, was there from the corner of your mouth and bringing it to his own. You stared, dumbstruck, and suddenly feeling a little warm, when he sucked the digit into his mouth.
His eyes flashed with mischief, having caught the way your breath hitched and your pupils dilated. “I thought about you when I came last night,” he repeated. Lifting an arm to rest against the back of the bench behind you, he turned his attention to the river and resumed licking his ice cream.
Okay, so the good news was you hadn’t hallucinated what he’d said.
The less good news was that you were rendered speechless because your brain happily volunteered to fill in the blanks. It was playing a mental image of Sunwoo lying in bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking, thumb gathering pre-come from the head and coating himself with – your gaze zeroed in on his hands and you squirmed. Sunwoo with his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and his breath coming in sharp pants, while he moaned your name – now you turned your attention to his mouth, riveted by the sight of his tongue taking long licks of his ice cream. Your mental imaginings then shifted to what that tongue would feel like licking you and those hands holding your thighs open for him.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Forcing your unruly eyes shut (because that was the only way you could stop staring at him and being jealous of ice cream, for God’s sake), you swallowed back the nervous laugh threatening to bubble up. “I’m, um, not sure what you want me to do with that information? You’re welcome?”
Sunwoo chuckled, sending you a wicked grin. “What do you want to do with that information?”
“I – I want to bleach my brain. Sunwoo, honey, what you do in the privacy of your room is – I mean, it’s totally up to you and it’s okay, it’s great! But, uh, I don’t think –” you rambled and rambled. Clearly flustered, you shifted restlessly on the bench, trying to ignore the warmth in your cheeks, rapidly spreading down and across your chest.
“Liar,” he tutted and leaned into you like he was going to tell the most illicit secret. “Like you’ve never thought about me in the moment – you have my permission, by the way. Feel free to get as creative as you’d like.”
Could a person choke on their own words? Like literally? Or maybe their tongue? Because you didn’t have anything else in your mouth at that moment, but the noise you made was some kind of a choked something. It took you several tries for your lips to start working again and a whole lot of effort to pretend his whispered words didn’t go straight to your core and that your oh-so-helpful brain wasn’t acting up again.
“How generous! I’ll make sure there are lots of bindings, then.” You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, gaze dropping to his mouth. “Maybe a gag, actually.”
Sunwoo winked at you and stood, then held his hand out to you. “That’s my girl! Come on; I’ll drop you off back at home on my way to the studio.”
You took his hand and let him pull you up, shaking your head at his antics, still baffled by the turn of events but also happy to let it go.
You just were. It had been a week – a whole week – and every day and night during that week you’d had visions of naked Sunwoo in your head. It didn’t even matter where you were at the time.
Have a moment of downtime at work? Check! Your imagination decided that was the perfect time to picture him bending you over your desk and pounding into you from behind.
Lunch with a friend? Absolutely. Could I interest you in a daydream about Sunwoo drizzling the chocolate sauce you’d had with dessert over your body and licking it off?
Date? That was just too easy. Why not think about Sunwoo dragging you to the restroom, pushing you against the door, and fucking you into oblivion? That particular fantasy was extra fun because your brain decided to add on the cocky, knowing smile he got sometimes as imaginary Sunwoo sent you back out to your date with his come dripping down your legs.
Trying to sleep? Hah! It wasn’t visions of sugarplums dancing in your head, but visions of him lying in his own bed and getting himself off to the thought of you. Honestly, you had all but given up getting actual rest this week.
By the time Friday night rolled around, you were pretty sure you would spontaneously orgasm if someone looked at you the wrong way. Because like hell would you give in and actually masturbate to these stupid fantasies. You just knew he would see it written all over your damned face. Suffice it to say, you had never been more sexually frustrated and you were starting to snap at people.
So yeah. You were going to kill him.
Which was exactly what you told him at 12:02 AM on Friday night/Saturday morning when you texted him after flopping around uncomfortably in bed for the last several hours, sliding under the covers then flinging them off of you, and repeat. Ad nauseum.
You: I’m going to kill you, just so you know.
Sunny-Boy: What? Why? What did I do?
You: Don’t play innocent with me, mister. You know exactly what you did.
Those three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Sunny-Boy: Do I? I’ve done lots of things, so you may need to elaborate.
You: Ha. Ha.
You: You broke my brain! There’s not enough bleach in the world to fix it and I think I’m starting to go loopy from lack of sleep. :(
Needing to do something – anything – other than lie there in a state of perpetual horniness, you dropped your phone onto the other pillow and went to splash water on your face. This was ridiculous. You were a grown-ass woman. A woman with a healthy sense of her sexuality and a robust – well, all right, so you hadn’t had sex with someone else in like a year, but you certainly weren’t hurting for orgasms. And yet, here you were. Pandora’s Box had been opened and the damned thing wouldn’t let you shut it again, no matter how hard you tried.
The sound of your doorbell ringing reached you and your brows furrowed in confusion. Flipping the lights off, you exited the bathroom and glanced over at the clock on your nightstand. 12:20 AM. You turned your gaze toward the front door, silently debating on whether to answer, or whether it was someone who’d had a little too much to drink ringing the wrong doorbell.
Curiosity won out, though, when the doorbell rang again.
Your eyes widened when you opened the door to find Sunwoo standing there – or more accurately, lounging there – bracing himself against the door frame with a hand on either side, and giving you a look laced with knowing, with capital ‘T’ Trouble. “Sunwoo, what…” you started, words trailing off as you really let yourself look at him, from his grey sweats to his black hoodie (that you were like 80% sure he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, based on the skin you saw peeking out where it wasn’t fully zipped), to the smirk he wore.
The smirk he wore. Goddamn it. You tore your gaze from his lips, still curved in that self-satisfied way, and brought it up to meet his.
“I broke your brain, huh?”
Your brain chose that moment to really focus on what you might find if you were to – very helpfully, of course – just unzip his hoodie the rest of the way. What? Fuck. No. You were going to kill him, not sleep with him.
You nodded, stepping back and pulling the door all the way open, gesturing for him to enter. “Yes? But did you seriously come all the way over here to ask me that, you weirdo?”
“Nah. That was just me confirming something,” he said as he walked in and closed the door behind him. He leaned back against it and let his eyes sweep over you, something about which you could almost feel, especially when his gaze lingered on your breasts, nipples pebbling from the cold (definitely the cold), and the short hem of the t-shirt you wore to bed that night.
Yeah, if you didn’t end up sleeping with him, you were going to get yourself a medal. Something big and gaudy and –
“I actually figured that if I broke you, I should be the one to fix you.” His voice was a purr, the vibrations of which you absolutely felt in your cunt, which chose that moment to clench.
Oh, fuck it. “You really should.”
Sunwoo pushed off the wall, then, walking toward you until he entered your space, reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “You gonna let me, beautiful? Say the word and I will.”
“Sunwoo, if your annoyingly pretty lips aren’t on mine in the next thr– mmph.” It took him less than two seconds for his hand to slide around your head to catch the hair at your nape and his mouth to cover yours, lips brushing against yours, tongue sweeping out to taste the seam of your lips and silently urging you to part them.
A request you were more than happy to oblige because his lips felt as soft as they looked and you’d been wanting this for…far longer than you would admit. You looped your arms around his shoulders and leaned your weight into him, breath catching in the back of your throat at the heat and solidity of him. Yes, okay. You knew he worked out and had seen the man at the pool but feeling him pressed against you, from sternum to thigh, was something else entirely.
The hand not in your hair came to rest at your waist, drawing your hips together, and the moan he let out into your mouth sent a bolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to your center. He drew back enough to meet your gaze and the fire burning in his left you weak in the knees.
The hunger in your own eyes pulled a curse from him and he was bending down to grab you by the back of your thighs, voice having dropped an octave as he instructed you, “Up,” lifting while you jumped and helping to guide your legs around his hips.
You both cursed then, at the press of his cock, already hard and straining against his sweats, into the wet heat between your thighs.
“B-Bed,” you gasped, squirming against him. “Now – now.” You loosened your hold on his shoulders just enough to let yourself drop a bit, his grip tightening and lifting you back up giving you the perfect kind of friction right where you needed it.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yeah, okay.” His hands moved to squeeze your ass, holding you in place and grinding himself into you long enough to pull a whimper from you, before he was carrying you to your room and dropping you onto your bed.
Sunwoo stared down at you while he unzipped his hoodie and slipped his arms out of it, tossing it to the side. You watched, eagerly taking in the sight of every inch of skin he bared for you, pressing your thighs together and fisting the duvet in your hands. He was unfairly beautiful, standing over you, chest rising and falling rapidly and palming himself through his sweats, lower lip caught between his teeth and tongue darting out to wet it.
Guh.
“Been thinking about me that much this week?”
“Huh?”
His next out breath was a laugh and then his hands were on your knees, pushing your legs apart so he could kneel between them on the bed. “I guess I really did break you, didn’t I, baby?” He brought a hand to rest by your shoulder, the other sliding up your leg and bringing your sleep shirt up with it, focus shifting between your eyes and the skin he was uncovering. His gaze was molten once your panties came into view.
Swallowing hard, you let out a shaky breath and nodded, parting your thighs farther, giving him the space to press closer. “Yeah. Kept thinking about –” You gasped again when his fingers drifted to trace a line up your slit, panties sliding easily against your folds with how wet you were. “Thinking about this, thinking about you, God, Sunwoo, please.”
“Good,” he said, dropping down to brace his weight on his forearm, and suddenly you could feel his breath on your face. Feel the way it hitched and hear the rasp in his voice when he slipped the cotton off of you and his fingers returned to stroke your cunt, teasing at your entrance then moving to rub against your clit. “Fuck, you’re wet. Been wanting to feel you like this since we met,” he admitted your hips jerked up into his touch. “Soaked for me, so damn hot.”
Stupid. He was stupid. You were stupid. Whatever. You were both idiots. Just –
“Y-You're touching me now, just – just don’t stop,” you demanded, fisting a hand in his hair and tugging his face down so you could kiss him. Lips and tongues slipping against each other, sharing breath, while his fingers slid around and around your clit, each rotation ratcheting the tension within you tighter.
You whined when he moved his fingers, lips already open to complain, but then he replaced them with his thumb while he slid those fingers into your pussy, curled them, and started a steady thrusting, tearing a cry from you when they found your front wall. “Oh, f-f-fuck, please, Sunwoo, please,” you whimpered, you mewled, you gasped.
“I’ve got you, beautiful,” he crooned. “Just like that. So pretty, taking my fingers. Can’t wait for you to take my cock.”
A whole body shiver went through you then and your gaze locked to his, a breath away from shattering. “God, I want – I want.”
“Come around my fingers and I’ll give you what you want, baby.” He groaned, nipping at your lower lip, then tracing a line along your jaw to nip at your earlobe and whisper against your ear. “What we both want. I’ll fuck you like we’ve both been desperate for since I told you I got myself off thinking about you.”
Your orgasm crashed into you then, visions of your fantasies over the past seven days, of him with his hand wrapped around the cock you still hadn’t seen, hadn’t touched, but so fucking would, the sight of him now, so close, his own need written plainly on his face, his fingers – his fingers – him. Your pussy pulsed around those fingers while your body trembled beneath him.
Shit, you were gorgeous, coming apart for him. Sunwoo clenched his jaw, willing himself to wait until you came down from your orgasm. To not just shove his sweats down and fuck himself into you right then and there. Instead, he ground his hips down into the bed beneath him, trying to take in every minute change in your expression.
Once your shaking stopped and your eyes fluttered back open, you caught and kept his gaze while your palms came to rest against his chest. Your fingertips teased at his nipples and then slid down his torso to slip beneath the waistband of his pants, and you bit at your bottom lip when you realized he wasn’t wearing anything under them. You paused there, toying with the fabric and letting the back of your fingers brush against his lower abdomen.
He groaned, hand coming up to the other side of you, forearm mirroring the other, holding himself over you while he dropped his hips and pressed his dick into your cunt, letting the heat from you sink into him and teasing you in turn with a slow thrust.
Screw it. You could play games next time.
You stopped teasing, instead taking hold of his sweats and carefully pushing them down his hips, shoving at them with your feet once your arms couldn’t reach any further, too impatient to draw this out any longer.
It seemed like Sunwoo had the same idea because he was kicking them the rest of the way off and in the next moment, his cock was slipping through your folds, coating himself in your arousal and groaning your name against your lips.
But he wasn’t inside you yet and that wasn’t okay.
Your hand came down to wrap around him, stroking along the length of his dick, rubbing the head against your clit, and sliding it down to press against your entrance. His hips jerked instinctively, his tip dipping inside you, and you nearly saw stars at the stretch of your opening around him.
You whimpered, tilting your pelvis up, an invitation – a plea – for more, for deeper. “Thought – thought you said – said you’d fuck me –” You sucked in a sharp breath. “You gonna t-tease me all night or what?”
“Keep mouthing off –” he said in a breathy laugh, pressing the rest of the way inside you before drawing his hips back and snapping them forward again. “I just might.”
Except he didn’t and you couldn’t.
His lips covered yours again, tongue slipping inside to tangle with yours, while he started a slow rhythm with his hips. Feeling and letting you feel every inch of him as he pressed forward, every catch of his cock at the entrance to your pussy on each pull back.
Sunwoo moaned, thrusting forward, deep, and pelvis grinding into your clit, shaking with the force of holding himself back. “Fuck, baby, you feel – so fucking tight,” he hissed into the kiss, teeth gently biting at your lower lip, and fingers finding purchase in your hair.
He pressed his forehead to yours, gasping down at you, staring up at him with those intoxicating eyes. Let himself revel in the fact that he was inside you and it was his name you were panting, it was him you were clinging to and begging. So damn pretty. So fucking gorgeous in your need.
“God, you just – harder, please,” you whined, nails scratching at his back hard enough you both knew he’d be wearing your marks tomorrow. “Faster. I just need you to – S-Sunwoo…”
“You need me to – fuck – take you hard, huh?” Sunwoo released your hair to squeeze your waist, willing himself not to come right then and there, high on how much you wanted him after a goddamn year of wanting you and having to watch you be oblivious.
“M-mhmm.”
“Mmm.” He pulled out and you whimpered, but then he was guiding you onto your hands and knees, bent over you with his hands covering yours, lacing your fingers together. He gently nipped at the crook of your neck, sucking a mark into the delicate skin beneath your ear. “I’ll give you what you need, baby. Gonna take you like you’re mine, yeah?” With that, he was thrusting back into your cunt, burying his cock into you to the base, and your vision went black at the sound of his skin slapping against yours.
Words.
What were words?
You needed to reply to that.
Needed to tell him that yes, exactly that, wanna be yours and maybe you did. Probably did because Sunwoo let out what sounded like a growl in the back of his throat and his front was no longer pressed to your back because he was upright, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, while he fucked his dick into you, thrusts harsh and fast, leaving your head spinning and your body on high alert, pushing back into him with each thrust.
Your arms felt like liquid, wobbly and useless, but you didn’t fall on your face – he was too quick for that, drawing you up against him, your back flush to his chest, and – “Oh, fuck, there, Sunwoo,” you said on a gasp, the angle allowing him to hit in just the right spot, and you were putty in his arms. Dropping your head to rest on his shoulder, your fingers finding and lacing through his at your waist.
His free hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fisting in your hair and turning your face for his kiss, voice a low rumble against your lips. “C’mon, beautiful. Looked so pretty when you came around my fingers earlier… let me feel that needy pussy come on my cock.”
You did.
With one last snap of his hips, you came apart, your whole body quivering, pulsing around him, his name falling breathlessly from your lips again and again. Sunwoo cursed, the hand on your waist squeezing while he pumped himself into you half a dozen more times and then he was holding you tightly to him, his other arm wrapped around your torso while he spilled himself inside you, filling your cunt with his come.
Sunwoo gasped your name, pressing kisses to your nape, your jaw, your shoulder, any place he could reach, while he held you through the aftermath and aftershocks from your orgasms. He gently guided you onto your back and beneath the covers once you both regained your breath, and slid an arm around you when you curled up against his side.
“I think you may have broken me in a different way this time,” you said into his chest, lips forming a pout.
“What? How?” He genuinely sounded worried as he turned to look at you, concern marring his brow. “Did I hurt you?”
Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to his lips, then smiled against them. “No, you goober. I’m just definitely not gonna be able to think of you as just a friend after this. You’ve ruined m–” your words broke off on a gasp as Sunwoo rolled you onto your back and leaned over you, grinning down at you.
“So what you’re saying is my evil plan worked?” he teased, eyes lit with warmth, tender and affectionate.
You arched an eyebrow, but brought a hand up to softly stroke against the skin of his cheek, mirth in your gaze. “You planned this?”
He scoffed, expression playful. “You think I accidentally told you I got off thinking about you?”
“I – Did you actually masturbate to thoughts of me?”
“More times than I can count, beautiful.”
Your response was to roll on top of him and crash your lips into his.
INTRODUCING CREKER UNI’S ANNUAL END OF YEAR PLAY : OPERATION: PRINCESS’ JOURNAL
[ a rivalry & love story that could be deemed the modern day reincarnation of shakespeares’ benedick and beatrice? maybe not but they sure can put up a fight ! ]
❝ next time, don’t leave your journal filled with pictures of your crush wide open for everyone to see ! ❞
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 in which creker uni has it’s notable theatre students : lee juyeon and y/n. not only are they famed for their gifted skills, students of creker uni can never get a break from their petty squabbles ! what happens if juyeon gets his hands on y/n’s diary and finds out about her crush on his best friend ?? find out on princess’ journal !
GENRE ! social media au + written chapters, college au, academic rivals! au, enemies2idiots2lovers, matchmaking, slowburn , fluff , slight angst
push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part five/finale
summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.
pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader
word count: 16.6k (I am so sorry, y'all, but I'm also not)
genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, angst, camboy au
warnings/contains: adult language, banter, teasing, explicit sexual content, oral sex (m. and f. receive), manual stimulation (m. and f. receive), unprotected sex + creampie (reader is on bc), two swats on the ass, discussion of potential power dynamics in sexual situations (but I think it's pretty mild tbh), brief discussion of camboy things, gratuitous use of petnames, being disgustingly affectionate in public, mutually consensual possessiveness, strength kink, sir kink, reader likes being a brat and cheol is into it. I think that's it, but if I missed any, please let me know.
a/n: thank you to every single person who has read this series and waited so patiently along the way. this is the biggest and longest thing I've ever written and it's been an experience, for sure! I hope you all enjoy this last part and how the rest of the story unfolds. special thanks to @biaswreckingfics and @librarian-stacks for being my hype women, my executive board, and my extra sets of eyes on this story when I was struggling with ????? I love you both and don't have words for how much I appreciate and respect and value you.
I'll get the taglists on a reblog because tumblr is NOT liking the length of this post rn.
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svthub masterlists: hyung line and maknae line
previous part
Despite his words about shoving you through your door and fucking you against it, Seungcheol let you enter before him on your own time, walking in after you and shutting it behind him gently. He flipped the deadbolt then you watched as he let his back fall to the door and rested his weight there, banked heat in the brown eyes meeting yours. The sight of his tongue slipping out to wet his lips and him catching his lower lip between his teeth as he stood there and slowly looked you up and down, stoked the flames in your body, fire licking at you with the pass of his gaze over your body.
His smirk said he knew damned well what he was doing.
You tore your own gaze away from his mouth and waited for him to meet it, lifting both brows and tilting your head slightly in question. “I thought you were going to fuck me against the door, Cheol. Did you decide to just stare at me from the door instead?”
Seungcheol chuckled, pushing himself away from the door and walking toward you. “Trust me, my preference is to already be inside you, princess, but I’m trying to be at least a little bit of a gentleman here and give you the space to change your mind.”
Oh.
Another two steps and he was close enough to touch. Your hands came up to rest against his abdomen and he sucked in a sharp breath, brushing the back of his fingers across your jaw while he gripped your hip with the other hand and drew your body into his. The action erased the rest of the distance between you and your fingers fisted in the fabric of his t-shirt at the feel of his body pressed to yours.
“I can’t help staring, though. Since you can’t either, I’m guessing you don’t mind too much,” he murmured, the hand at your jaw shifting to your nape. Fingers slid into your hair and tightened around it. Tilted your head back. Leaning in until his lips were hovering above yours. “Tell me.”
Jesus Christ.
You were not proud of the sound you made then, the needy little whimper that spoke volumes, but it worked its way past your lips before you could stop it. That smirk of his was back and only Seungcheol could make you simultaneously want to kiss him and kick him. You needed to say something instead of just – just standing there and letting him have the upper hand.
“Tell you what? That I don’t mind you staring at me? Or that I didn’t change my mind and my preference is also for you to already be inside me? You’re gonna have to be more specific,” you finally managed, proud of yourself for the teasing lilt in your voice. For the way he cursed in response and his fingertips pressed harder into the skin at your hip.
When he spoke, his voice was a growl. “Careful, princess.”
Your smile was as sweet as pie, and you blinked guilelessly at him. “Why’s that, sir?”
Seungcheol groaned then his lips were on yours, fingers in your hair tightening their hold further and pulling – gently, just enough for you to feel it, just enough to make your knees go wobbly and you to breathe his name. Your lips parted for him and he took advantage, sliding his tongue into your mouth and against yours, suckling at your tongue before pulling back to bite at your bottom lip. To lave at it with his tongue.
His own lips turned up in the corners at your attempt to follow his mouth as he drew back further and your pout when his grip in your hair stopped you.
“We’re gonna have a long talk later about exactly which of my videos you watched and why,” he said, words a low rumble against your neck from where he spoke them into the skin beneath your ear. You pressed your thighs together and squeezed your eyes shut at the way the rumble worked its way down your spine to settle in your center. “About kinks and limits, aren’t we?”
“Hmm?”
He nipped at the skin of your neck and your body jerked. “That was a question, sweetheart. I expect an answer.”
You had been wet since the car, but your reaction to the authoritative tone and words should not be to flood your fucking panties. It shouldn’t. Should it? It should. Whatever. Seungcheol – first, as S.Coups and now, as himself – had clearly taught you some things about yourself and obviously would continue to do so.
Given his fingers were still fisted in your hair and his hold was solid, you nodded as best you could. “Y-Yes. We’ll talk about it. That. All of that.” Lashes fluttering open, you settled your gaze on his and your knees would in all honesty have buckled at the way his eyes burned, if his hand at your hip didn’t slide around your waist to hold you up. Well. They did buckle, but you didn’t fall on your ass because he had you.
He had you.
He had you and you knew you were safe with him, even if you from a month ago – hell, even a week ago – would’ve called you crazy for even thinking it. Your breath left you in a soft sigh.
“I didn’t change my mind, Cheol. Are you done being a gentleman yet or did you change your mind?”
“No, princess,” Seungcheol said with a shake of his head, although his gaze remained locked on yours and his mouth pulled into a knowing smirk. “I didn’t change my mind. Told you last night that you could have anything you wanted and I meant it. Including me. If you want me, you’ve got me.”
Your fingers dug into his upper arms, your stomach doing somersaults. At face value, his words could be taken to mean physically. Could be confirming that he’d take you to bed and give your body what it was aching for. Yesterday, you would’ve taken it that way. Tonight, his strong arm still wrapped securely around your waist and holding you up, the warmth in his eyes that was far more than sexual, his confession from earlier still reverberating in the back of your mind, you knew better.
Yes, of course, he also meant he was going to fuck you. That’s why he was in your apartment at that moment. But it wasn’t just about that. You might have been oblivious for…far longer than you perhaps should have been but you were no longer. What happened next – how you chose to interpret those words – was up to you. He would honor your choice.
Sexual release between two people who were no longer enemies?
Accepting his feelings and yours, and starting something more?
You’d joked about you not hating him earlier and wanting to be his, about him wanting to be yours. The gentle squeeze at your waist was a reassurance that he wouldn’t hold you to that. As was the soft kiss he pressed to the bridge of your nose while he waited for your response. Waited for you.
Again.
It was still wild to be on the receiving end of his understanding and affection, but that’s where you were.
What did you want this to be?
“I get to keep you, huh?” you finally settled on, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of his t-shirt.
Seungcheol’s chest expanded with the deep breath he drew in and when he smiled, it was wide, bright, both of those devastating dimples in full effect. “Yeah, princess. You get to keep me.”
“Oh good! In that case, I take my coffee with –”
“I know how you take your coffee,” he interrupted with a puff of laughter.
Your eyes widened. “You do?”
Another soft laugh before his lips brushed over yours. “Yes. It might shock you to hear this, but I’m a pretty observant man. I pay attention even when I’m pretending I don’t.”
“That does shock me, actually.”
“It’s like you want me to put you over my knee.”
You hadn’t really given it much thought, but the way you throbbed in response indicated maybe you should start. Instead of telling him that, though, you lifted your chin and taunted. “As if you could.”
His answering smile was lupine and you felt a shiver work its way through you, a delicious apprehension (anticipation) in the face of his change in demeanor.
“Where’s your bedroom? Unless you really do want me to fuck you against the front door or bend your bratty ass over the back of the sofa, I suggest you tell me now.” Seungcheol’s tone left no room for arguments, voice deep and rough in the way that you’d had fucking dreams about since the first time you heard him use it on a stream. In the way that never failed to leave you wet and wanting. Now, wanting and soaked as you already were, it was near to painful.
Releasing your hold on one of his arms, you gestured toward your bedroom door. You let out a choked gasp when he stepped forward and you had to step backwards, the movement of his body guiding yours toward the room.
“Are you really going to– ?” What? Put you over his knee? Spank you?
The very idea of Seungcheol’s hand on your ass made warmth bloom in your cheeks, made your insides twist in the most enticing, tempting ways. Because he had been right when he said you liked to get a reaction out of him. The part of you that got a thrill out of him being all authoritative and in control and wanted to be naughty as much as you wanted to be praised was desperately attentive right in that moment.
Your back met the closed door to your bedroom and you inhaled sharply as you found yourself pinned between the hard wood and Seungcheol. He hummed softly, nuzzling the crook of your neck, setting the gentlest of kisses there and you felt yourself relax into it, tilting your head to the side to bare more of your neck for him. His lips curved into a smile, fingers slipping into your hair, gripping it and holding your head there as he sucked hard at the skin you’d so-helpfully exposed to him, pulling a breathy whine from you as he marked you.
He groaned and the hand at your waist squeezed.
“Cheol,” you breathed, sliding your arms around his shoulders and a hand into the hair at his nape. Pressing closer. Pulling him closer.
“I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to do, princess,” he said as he brought his head up and caught your gaze briefly. Reassuring even as it challenged. The arm around you dragged your body away from the door and he spun you to face it, pressing your breasts into the wood and his lower body against your bottom. He let out a soft chuckle when you pushed back against him, a low growl when you ground your ass into his cock. “Want that, don’t you?”
You nodded, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder as you continued to grind back against him. “Uh– Uh huh.”
“I know you do,” he cooed then before pulling his hips back. You opened your mouth to complain but his palm landed against your ass and you couldn’t bite back a gasp, the swat a sharp sting that went straight to your cunt and you shuddered, squirming in response.
He squeezed the cheek, soothing and somehow magnifying the heat, causing it to further spread through your body, your veins.
“Thought you said you weren’t going to spank me,” you commented breathlessly, even as you pressed into his touch. The sting having faded, shifted, morphed into just more…want.
“Said I wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t want, princess.” His hand slid up your ass and to your hip, fingers digging into you, a silent reminder of his strength. Jesus, his strength that you’d never given a second of thought to until you didn’t know who you were looking at. Until you knew who he was in ways you shouldn’t. Until he’d picked you up and carried you to bed the night before.
You squeezed your eyes shut, as if you could block out the force of your need for the man. “You’re so,” you started, having to suck in another shallow breath when his teeth grazed along the line of your neck, “presumptuous.”
Seungcheol chuckled. “Attentive. That’s the word you’re looking for there.”
You scoffed but you further settled back against him as he twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, body a gentle pressure against the back of yours as he continued to guide you into the room.
When you both stood by the foot of your bed, he slid his arm from around your waist, hand catching yours. “Turn around for me,” he directed you softly.
Turning around because you wanted to – definitely not because he told you to – you found his eyes with yours. His, determined and still burning so hot that it was a wonder it didn’t scald you. Yours, questioning, likely also heated and conveying exactly how much you wanted him. No more hiding and, in fact, reveling in the openness between you.
Seungcheol’s gaze lowered, deliberately slow as he took in the sight of you, from head to toe: breath coming in shallow pulls, shifting restlessly from foot to foot, doing your very best not to fidget further under his scrutiny. Doing your very best not to tug him into you, fall back onto the bed behind you, and drag him with you.
“So many things I want to do to you, princess,” he said, palm pressed to your belly and sliding up your torso to trace along your clavicle. His hand found your neck, encircling it, using the gentle hold to tip your head back. “Especially when you look at me like that, fuck.”
“How am I looking at you?” You swallowed thickly, the action rendering you even more achingly aware of the vulnerable position in which he had you. In which you allowed him to have you. The positions in which you wanted him to have you.
His lips curled at a corner and you knew he could tell, that he could see you. “Like you want me to ruin you. It’s beyond just letting me, isn’t it?” he purred. “My needy princess. If I were feeling mean, I’d make you beg for it.”
Jesus Christ. You almost wanted to hiss at him like a feral fucking cat. Or scratch him. For saying shit like that and looking at you with such a cocky expression, knowledge and self-satisfaction burning alongside the lust in his eyes.
For being right.
For teasing you.
“I –” You started to tell him that you would beg when hell froze over, but you remembered him withholding permission to come more than once, with other viewers, with you, for doing so. The thought of him edging you right now – punishing you really – sounded excruciating. Next time, you told yourself. Next time, you would make him make you beg. Would prove to yourself that you could hold out. Right now, you just wanted him.
“You need me to say it? Wanna hear me admit that I want you?” Your fingers caught hold of the bottom hem of his shirt and gathered the fabric into fists as you fought against instinct that urged you to keep at least some of your cards close to your chest. “I wanted you even when I wasn’t supposed to, Cheol. I dreamed about you the first time I saw your stream. Didn’t even know it was you, but I think you called me princess in that one.”
The sound he made may as well have been a growl. It could have been a warning, but you sucked in a breath and continued, determined to give as good as you got and to rile him up as much as he was doing you.
Keeping your gaze locked on his, you let your hands slide to his shoulders, over his chest. Down, down, a barely-there touch on his abdomen, until you could feel the belt he was wearing through the cotton of his shirt. Until you pushed the hem of his shirt up and brought your fingers to the fastening of the belt. “I’ve been wet since the car and all I can think about is what it felt like to be full of you.”
It was definitely a growl Seungcheol let out then, the hand in your hair tightening its grip and his other hand coming to cover yours on his belt. “I swear to fucking God.” Dark eyes bore into yours. “You wanna be full of me, princess?”
You nodded, literally throbbing at the idea of him inside you again. Finally.
“Then you’re gonna need to take my cock out, aren’t you?” The hand covering yours moved to the neck at the back of his shirt, pulling it up and off of him, and he arched an eyebrow at you as he let it fall to the floor at his feet. “First time taking off a belt?”
Actually, you’d been distracted as hell by the sight of his naked torso – something you were never going to get used to seeing up close. To touching, Jesus. But also floored at his casual delivery of the first question and wrapping your head around why you liked it so much.
Mentally shaking yourself, you ignored the heat you felt spreading across your cheeks, instead opening said belt deliberately roughly. Purposefully tugging hard on one end to slip the belt through the loops on his pants, smiling serenely up at him once it was out and you dropped it next to you. “Like that?”
He narrowed his eyes, but the twitch of his lips belied his humor. “You are such a fucking brat.”
You grinned, popping the button of his jeans open, then sliding the zipper down. “I know, but you like me anyway, soooo. What does that say about you?”
“Two things.” Seungcheol leaned in to brush his lips against yours, then captured your lower lip between his teeth and gave it a slight tug before releasing it, smiling at the breathy whimper you let out. “One, I’m never gonna know a moment’s peace. Two, I must really like you.”
There went the butterflies in your belly again. Damn the man. Except not really because you liked that swoopy feeling.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“Maybe you just have a thing for brats,” you teased. “Have you seen someone about that? Because it seems like that could maybe be not great.”
He chuckled and nipped at the skin beneath your jaw. “Fishing for compliments or trying to ask about my dating history without actually asking?”
“I wasn’t – I didn’t – no?” Liar, liar, pants on fire.
You felt him smile against you and saw the quirk at the corner of his mouth still there when he lifted his head. “I have a thing exclusively for you, princess,” Seungcheol said then, forehead pressed to yours. “Whatever mood you’re in.”
“That’s really good because I am seriously terrible at sharing.”
“I know,” he acknowledged, voice low and rough. “Likewise. Now, you gonna kneel and let me fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cock or are you gonna lie back, so I can get my mouth on your cunt? I bet you’re aching for some relief by now.”
Your knees made the decision for you, going gelatinous before he’d even finished speaking, the free fall only stopped by his quick reflexes, hands catching your upper arms and slowing your descent. He cursed and cupped the back of your head once you settled in front of him, fingers finding purchase in your hair. “Wanna suck me off that bad, huh?”
“Yeah,” you admitted, biting at your bottom lip, and keeping your eyes on his. Reaching into his jeans, you carefully took him out, slipping his cock through the opening in his boxers and tracing your fingertips along the length of him. You’d barely had the chance to touch him the night prior, too desperate to have him buried as deep inside you as he could get, for him to drive his cock into you until you forgot why you weren’t supposed to want it.
Now, though, you could touch and tease and taste to your heart’s content.
He hissed, fingers in your hair fisting, tightening his grip just enough for you to feel the pull and gasp. You wrapped your hand around him, giving the shaft a slow stroke, and brought your other hand up to brace yourself on his thigh. Another slow stroke. Another and you leaned in, nuzzling against him where his other thigh met his pelvis, quite honestly glorying in the tension you could feel in his leg, could hear in the hitch of his breath.
Dragging your lips across his lower abdomen, peppering him with soft kisses, you continued to lazily pump him in your hand, intentionally letting your breath spill out against the tip of his cock as you deliberately passed over it with your mouth. Instead, you pressed your lips against the skin on the other side of his abdomen, your tongue slipping out to lick that same skin before you sucked at it, a sharp pull into your mouth that left the beginnings of a bruise.
The hand in your hair drew your head away from your ministrations and tilted it back so you were forced to look up into his stormy gaze. “Having fun?”
Your answering grin would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. “I really am.”
Seungcheol’s soft laugh only made you smile wider and he shook his head. “I bet. Since you seem to be having such a hard time remembering how to suck dick, I’m gonna help you out.”
God, that condescending tone should not turn you on. It shouldn’t. But fuck, it did. You rubbed your thighs together, swallowing hard and nodding.
“Open,” he prompted you, voice dropping an octave. He cooed when your lips parted, hand in your hair guiding your face forward. His other hand covered yours over his cock, pumping it slowly as he brushed the tip against your lower lip. “That’s it. This is what you wanted, right?”
The needy sound that bubbled up and out of you in that moment would be embarrassing at any other time or in any other situation, but the twinge of shame at just how much power this man whom you used to hate had over you was not enough to stop you from darting your tongue out to taste him. In fact, the shame was washed away by his moan and the fierce fire in his gaze as he stared down at you.
Took in the sight of you on your knees for him. A sight which you knew hid absolutely nothing of your desire. A sight which, in all actuality, screamed out your want of him: pupils blown, breath coming in sharp, shallow pulls, thighs pressed together in search of friction, arousal spilling from you, dripping down said thighs, and your mouth open and waiting.
Inviting. Beseeching.
Seungcheol’s curse was a growl. “Fuck. Gonna kill me, princess.” That strong hand was deceptively gentle when he drew your face further forward, cock slipping into your mouth, sliding across your tongue. When you closed your lips around him and sucked, tongue laving against the underside – teasing at the sensitive spot just under the tip – his head dropped back and you hummed around him.
You were on your knees and his fingers were still fisted in your hair, gently guiding your mouth over his length – the picture of being in a position of power, but he wasn’t. How could he be when you could feel the way his thigh muscles spasmed beneath your fingertips, the way he had to use every ounce of control he possessed to not just thrust into your mouth, to bury his cock all the way into your throat, the way your name left his lips on a breathy groan as you started to move your mouth on him faster?
As you started to take him deeper, your hand under his pumping what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth, as you continued to suck and lick. Until you pulled your mouth off of him and traced a line down his dick to tease at him beneath the base, gently suckling at the sensitive skin while you let your thumb brush over his tip, teasing at the slit and spreading the precome over the head.
“Yeah, just like that,” he rasped, hand slipping from beneath yours to cup your jaw, thumb grazing across your lower lip while his dark, hungry eyes met yours as you took him back in between your lips. “Such a good girl for me when you’ve got your mouth full, hm?”
Letting him slip out of your mouth, you countered, “So nice when you’re getting your dick sucked, hm?” You tried desperately to ignore the full-body shiver that went through you at his words.
His wolfish smile should have been a warning, but you were too proud of yourself for managing that Grade A comeback in the middle of going down on the hottest dude you’d ever actually known, who was also the biggest pain in your ass ever, to notice. And fine, the larger part of you who just honestly liked the man and got off on getting him off after having to just watch him get himself off for so long, was too into the moment, fully relishing being able to indulge without guilt – without questioning yourself constantly like the night before – to consider how he might take said comeback.
At least until he was jerking your head away from his cock and stepping back.
That, you noticed. You frowned. “What –?”
“I can be very nice, princess. Or very mean. Depends on you,” he said with another one of those exasperating smirks, as if that explained anything.
You watched as he slowly stroked his cock with one hand, the other hand brushing his hair back, and you were fucking jealous of his hands. Which was just ridiculous but it was true.
Tearing your gaze from the sight of his fingers wrapped around himself, you lifted it to his. “Depends on me…how?”
Seungcheol brought the hand in his hair to cup your chin and his thumb traced across your lower lip. “It depends on whether you want me to be nice or to be mean,” he said softly, eyes warm, attentive, and charged.
“What if I want you to be both?” you asked, resting your hands on his thighs and pressing yours together. Challenging him and confessing to him, all at once.
He groaned and the hand at your chin slid to your neck, encircling it with a gentle pressure and forcing your head back. “Then it depends on whether you behave or act up, doesn’t it?”
Jesus Christ. You had literally never wanted anyone more. Nodding, you swallowed hard, the press of his palm against your throat only adding kindling to the lustful fire burning in your core.
“Words, princess.”
“Y–Yes.”
His dark eyes locked on yours. “Stand up,” he instructed.
You complied, pushing yourself to your feet and standing on unsteady legs in front of him.
Seungcheol purred, “Good girl,” then ran the back of his fingers over your cheek, a touch you instinctively leaned into. “I need you to do something else for me now, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, nuzzling into the hand that was now cupping your jaw. “Of course.”
“Strip for me,” he said and you sucked in a breath. “Then lie back on the bed, part those pretty thighs, and show me just how wet that pussy is for me.”
Heat. Scalding heat. It rushed over you like an inferno and you gaped at him.
His tongue darted out and wetted his lips before they pulled into a smirk. “I bet it’s nice and messy already, isn’t it?”
Oh fuck him.
Fuck him for being so cocky and bossy and hot and attractive and knowing you well enough to know that you would (at that it was). And fuck you because you were already pulling your shirt up and off, your bra following closely behind. There went your pants. You hesitated with your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, glancing up at him, noting he’d taken a step closer and inhaling sharply at his proximity.
“Those too, princess. Unless you need my help,” he challenged and all the air left your lungs when he stepped even closer, his hands settling onto yours at either side. “I might not be as gentle with them, though. You want to keep these or should I rip them off of you?”
Whatever word came out of your mouth in that moment was not an actual word in any language known to man.
Except apparently Seungcheol because the look he gave you was wicked, right before you felt the fabric snap and fall, panties only held up then by your thighs, still tightly held together. God. You rocked forward on your feet until your front pressed against his chest and his arms came up around you, one hand resting against your lower back and the other caressing its way up your spine. “You,” you said on a gasp, “do not play fair. And you owe me two pairs now.”
He nuzzled your neck and his breath was warm when he let out a soft chuckle. “If I played fair, I wouldn’t be here with you. I wouldn’t have you trembling in my arms or know that you want me as badly as I want you. Why would I play fair when you like it so much that I don’t?”
Your fingers dug into his triceps, grounding yourself and stabilizing yourself with the grip on his upper arms. “You…may have a point.”
You felt him smile against your jaw and the hand at your lower back pulled your hips into his, a low whimper passing your lips as the move had his still bare cock pressed to your naked belly. He groaned and then both hands were at your hips, lifting you, tossing you away from him and onto the bed behind you. Fucking tossing you. As you landed, you bade good riddance to the last vestiges of denial about liking to be manhandled.
At least by him.
“I’ll buy you a dozen pairs of panties, princess. Buy you a new pair every day if it means I get to tear them off of you and have you clinging to me.” That damned eyebrow arched at you again when you went to argue the ‘clinging’ point, his hands moving to the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pushing both articles of clothing down his hips.
The sight of which promptly stopped the denial before it could make it anywhere close to being spoken. Instead, you scooted further back on the bed, settling yourself against the pillows as you watched him. You tangled your hands in the comforter at your sides, lust-stricken gaze focused entirely on the man in front of you. Your breath caught in your throat once the last of his clothing was kicked away and Seungcheol knelt on the foot of the bed.
God, you wanted him and part of you was still floored at that and at the knowledge that you could have him. That you had him already.
His eyes were dark as his gaze swept up your legs, as it lingered on your bared breasts and the sharp rise and fall of your chest with each shallow breath, as it found yours. “Legs,” he reminded you and you had to squeeze your eyes shut at the force of the need that crashed into you at the pitch of his voice.
You let your legs fall open, a soft moan spilling from you when Seungcheol’s palms landed on your shins and slid up to your knees, to your thighs. Your eyes flew open when his hands parted your legs further and you felt him slip between them, his knees against the bed on either side of your hips, while he pressed a hand to the pillow next to you. His other hand continued to slide up your body, fingertips tracing up your torso to tease circles over the skin of your breasts, never quite circling close enough to the center to graze against your nipples.
“Ch-Cheol,” you panted in protest, arching your spine and pushing your chest into his touch.
“Hm?”
“Stop teasing.”
Seungcheol cooed. “My poor princess. Tell me what you need.”
Jerk. You glared. “Need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he said. “See?” Seungcheol punctuated the question with a pinch of your nipple, earning a choked gasp from you before he released the swollen bud and palmed your breast, thumb then softly brushing over your nipple.
Pushing your head back into the pillow, you leaned into his hold, hands clutched at the bedding beside your hips. “Please.”
He smiled and ducked his head to kiss along the line of your throat as he shifted over you. “There’s my polite girl,” he murmured and you felt his breath against your collarbone as his kisses fell still further down your body, “asking so nicely.” You brought a hand up to the back of his head, fisting your fingers in his hair at the first sweep of his tongue against the swell of your breast, and earning a low groan from Seungcheol.
His tongue flicked over your nipple and he caught the peaked flesh between his teeth, wrapping his lips around it and pulling it into his mouth with a sharp suck that you felt in your cunt. You squirmed, the hand in his hair tightening, a whine pouring out from between your lips as the hand that had been on your breast dropped to your thigh and squeezed, thumb pressing into the line where your thigh met your pelvis, sliding against skin slick with your desire.
He hummed around your breast, releasing your nipple to lave at it with his tongue before sucking a mark into the flesh of your breast. Seungcheol shifted his hand and drew his thumb through your folds, a slippery slide from your entrance to your swollen clit and then back down. “Love how wet you get for me, princess.”
You shuddered and whimpered. “Cheol, please.”
“So fucking needy,” he growled, pushing his thumb into your cunt and drawing it back out again to circle around the opening in a tease. “Just for me, right?”
“You’re– You’re kidding, right?” you managed to gasp out, tilting your hips in silent entreaty.
An entreaty which he ignored. Instead, he tutted, pulling his hand away entirely and you had to bite down hard on your lower lip to keep in a whine of protest, while he shifted further down on the mattress. “Answer the question.” Bracing his weight on palms on the bed at either side of your waist, he pressed his lips to your belly button as his eyes – so dark they may as well be black – bore into yours.
“God, you’re so –” Annoying. He was annoying, but his shoulders were between your thighs, then, holding them open while he trailed kisses down your lower abdomen. One hand fell to your knee and he pushed your leg up, pushed it out, then his mouth was pressing into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, teeth grazing it and tongue slipping out to trace up the inside of your thigh. “Oh, fuck,” you said on a soft moan. “Y-Yes, Cheol. Only – Just for you.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His words were a low rumble against your skin and then he was groaning. Seungcheol’s lips covered your cunt, his tongue parting your folds and tasting you, licking at your entrance and drawing your arousal into his mouth, pushing into you and tearing a mewl from you. “Taste so fucking good, princess,” he rasped as he drew back to shift his weight and slid his tongue up your slit to flick at your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.
Your body jerked and both of your hands clawed at his hair, his shoulders, his name falling from your lips in a choked gasp.
He hummed and the vibrations against your clit while he continued to lap and suck at the sensitive flesh, made your head spin. Made you shiver and whimper, body restless beneath his ministrations, forcing him to hold your hips down with a palm on your belly. And Jesus, you loved that even more. Loved that he held you down and just made you take the pleasure he was giving you.
You whimpered and felt him smile against you.
The hand not holding your hips to the bed had a vise grip on your thigh and you wanted to feel the imprint of his fingers tomorrow. The next day and the next. So you told him as much, which earned you a breathy curse, choked as it was in a mirthless laugh against your cunt.
“Yeah? You want me to mark you up, princess?” he murmured, sliding his hand up your thigh and waiting until your gaze met his – until you felt dizzy with the heat you found in his and shuddered, your nails digging into his nape – to slowly drag his tongue through your swollen, slick folds while his hand released your thigh to press a finger into your cunt. His own breath catching at the way your body sucked him in and the needy whine you let out. “Fuck, yeah, you do. Wanna know I’ve been here. Touching you like you’re mine because you are. Want this, too, don’t you?”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking fuck fuck. You wanted – what you wanted was –
“More.” That much you knew and could articulate. “Want more, Cheol.”
“I’ll give you more, sweetheart,” he promised, doing just that as he gave you another finger and started pumping them both into and out of you, curving them until they dragged against the spot that left you hissing and bucking with each pass. “Give you anything.” Seungcheol flattened his tongue and circled your clit with it, groaning at the way you writhed. “Everything.”
You nodded, swallowing thickly and covering the hand on your abdomen with one of yours, lacing your fingers through his and squeezing as you fought to keep your gaze on him, on the hungry, scalding, possessive, fucking tender look in his while his mouth and fingers drove you closer to the edge. “Want t-that. Want all of y-you,” you admitted before throwing your head back, unable to keep your eyes open anymore. Your brows pinched together and you bit your lower lip, struggling to swallow back the desperate sounds threatening to spill from your mouth.
“Nuh uh,” he said in a growl. “Let me hear you fall apart for me, princess. Gonna see and hear and fucking taste it.” The fingers thrusting into you then were three and he fucked you with them harder while he sucked at your clit and his tongue pressed more firmly against it as he moved it on you faster.
Driving you up the goddamned wall.
In a straight shot into a climax that you couldn’t fight any more than you could bite back the moans of his name or curses or pleas or even – Fuck your mouth, honestly, the damned betrayer – a choked “thank you” as the orgasm slammed into you. The only thing keeping you from floating away was his strong palm, still pressed to your body and holding you in place.
Vaguely, you were aware of the rush of arousal that left you, coating his face with you, spilling over your bedding and soaking the fucking fabric in a way that you were going to bemoan later when you needed to sleep.
His tone was pleased – so pleased and proud of himself – and as rough as you’d ever heard it when he spoke your name then. Muttered about what “a good girl you are for me,” and cooed, “that’s it.” Told you how “fucking hot you are, shit, princess,” as he drew back to cover your torso with soft kisses and gentle nips while he made his way back up your body.
You would be mortified that he was able to work your body like that if you weren’t so thunderstruck by that he was able to. If you weren’t still boneless and breathless, arms automatically coming up to encircle his shoulders, instinctively curving your neck to bare it to him for more of those delicious, addicting brushes of his lips and swipes of his tongue.
“Cheol, Jesus,” you breathed.
“Mm. I’ve got you,” he said quietly, the hand not holding his weight petting your side, from your thigh to your ribcage. Soothing touches while you waited for your brain to come back online and for your body to stop shaking with aftershocks.
Eventually, your brain did even if your body hadn’t quite, and you carded your fingers through his hair, bringing his head up and drawing his lips to yours. You let out a happy little hum at the taste of yourself on him and the way he hissed when your lower bodies brushed against each other. The hard jut of his cock against your pelvis and the harsh grip he took of your hip as he rested his forehead on yours reminded you that you weren’t done and that he wanted – needed – you as much as you wanted and needed him.
You lifted your legs to wrap around his waist and your eyes rolled back as the action brought his bare cock to your cunt and he ground into you, the slide made easy, so easy, by the wetness that still coated you and slipped from you. He cursed and buried his face in the crook of your neck, teeth catching your skin and biting down gently when you moaned his name.
“Ch-Cheol, God, I want – please. Need you inside me. Wanna be full of you.”
“I know you do. Fuck, I need that, too.” Seungcheol pushed himself up enough that he could look down at you, gaze meeting yours as he rolled his hips again, both of you gasping at the drag of his cock through your folds. “Let me go get a condom,” he gritted out even as he rocked against you once more.
You mewled, arching into him. Clawing at his shoulders. “Do you want – Are you clean?”
Eyes so dark they were nearly black bore into you at that and his voice was a rasp. “Yeah, princess. I’m clean. You? You on something?”
Your next breath was sharp and you couldn’t look away, trapped by the force of his gaze. “Uh, yeah, I have an IUD and obviously, I got checked out after I found out James cheated. I’m goo–” His mouth on yours swallowed the rest of your words, tongue sliding along yours, lips crushed to yours, stealing the remainder of your breath before pulling back to let you both gasp for air.
“James is such a fucking idiot. His loss,” Seungcheol murmured, brushing his nose against yours, his hold shifting from your hip to the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the muscle there while he hitched your leg higher up his torso. “My gain. You gonna let me fuck you raw, princess? Fill you all the way up with me?” he practically growled before biting at your lower lip. “That what you want?”
Every nerve in your body lit up at his words and the way he was circling his hips, grinding the underside of his dick against your clit in a way that left you clinging to his shoulder blades and doing your best to rock up into him. “Jesus Christ, Cheol. You can’t – can’t say shit like that!”
He grinned and let out a puff of breathy laughter, tilting his hips to nudge at your entrance with his cock. Short, shallow rocks of his hips teased you with what you both wanted and you pouted up at him. You fucking pouted. “Like it too much, huh?”
“I hate you,” you grumbled, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your head back into the pillow, legs tightening around his body in an effort to silently encourage him to stop teasing you and just fuck you already.
The roughness in his voice when he swatted at your ass was dizzying. “That’s not very nice, princess. Why don’t you answer the question instead of trying to lie to me?”
The question. Questions. There had been several of them, hadn’t there? Each one purposefully uttered to devastate you, the stupid, annoying, attractive, smart, endearing (endearing???), intoxicating man who knew exactly which buttons to push. “Yes, yes, yes, and yes, okay,” you said finally, reluctantly, impatiently. “Yes to all of the questions, Seungcheol.”
His response in turn was to let out a shaky breath and press his hips forward, cock at your entrance pushing into you, filling you up exactly as you’d wanted. He didn’t stop until his pelvis was flush to yours and a roll of his hips had him grinding against your clit, tearing a soft gasp of his name from you.
You shuddered, clenching around him, and tangled a hand in his hair to tether yourself, the sharpest of pleasure sparking through you at the sensation of him buried deep inside you without any barriers between the two of you. His breath fanned out over your face, warm and unsteady, and another wave of want rolled over you at the way his features were pinched – his brows pulled together, lips pursed, jaw tight – while he held himself over and inside you. The moment felt intimate, so intimate, and you wanted to drown in it.
In him.
In the sexual heat and the tenderness that made your heart flutter in your chest when his eyes opened and met yours, all walls fallen away, lying in metaphorical pieces at your feet. Naked need was there, yes, but also the affection that he’d kept hidden from you all this time. You bit at your bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth as you let yourself take it in. Forced yourself not to hide from it or question it.
Then he drew his hips back and slid out of you, only to reach down and guide the tip of his cock to your clit, circling it, teasing and tempting and excruciating. “Ch-Cheol,” you warned — whined?
Forehead pressed to yours, he placed a kiss on your mouth, then was sliding into you again, giving you every inch. Every bit of him until he bottomed out, pulled back, then rocked forward, filling your aching, needy, greedy cunt with his cock. His words were low and warm, rough, spoken against your lips. “There you go. S’what you needed, right? Fuck, you feel so goddamned good, taking me so well.”
You nodded, fingers fisting in his hair and your other hand clawing at his sweat-slicked back, and bucking your hips up to meet him.
“Such a good girl for me, get so wet and always ready to take my cock, hm?” he said, grunting as he snapped his hips on his next thrust, pleasure punching into you with the sharp movement and the wet slap that sounded at the impact of his skin against yours. “Listen to that. You hear it?” He punctuated the question with another, then another harsh snap of his hips into yours and you felt heat flaming in your cheeks, radiating through you at the lewd sounds echoing in the room with each one.
Seungcheol started to find a rhythm, driving himself into you, leaving your head spinning and you couldn’t. stay. still. Your legs squeezed his waist and your pussy clenched around him, a desperate contraction to keep him in you and feel every inch, every drag and pull against your inner walls. You couldn’t bite back a moan – you tried to swallow it and the way your lips wrapped around his name, the way both spilled from your mouth reedy, breathlessly, a plea and a question and a demand.
In response, he groaned your name into the curve of your neck, a hand cupping your ass, slipping to the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hitched your hips against him and dragged you up onto his thighs as he knelt between yours, lifting you into his thrusts. Stars bursting behind your eyelids as the actions had his cock hitting you just right, you gasped. Writhed. Arched your neck and held his face to your neck, sucking in a sharp breath when his teeth caught your skin.
You wanted to drown in him and for him to drown in you. You were drowning in him. “Please, please, please. Cheol, please.”
“Beg so prettily,” he growled and you heard the hitch in his own breath, felt him shudder above you as he rutted into you, as he gave you more of him. “I’ve got you, princess.”
“I know you d-do. Just – I just –”
Words got tangled up in the back of your throat – or maybe they didn’t even make it that far, maybe they were stuck in your brain, twisting and twining around each other until you couldn’t tease out what you wanted to say. What you needed to say. You just knew that you needed. Needed this, needed more, needed him.
Needed Seungcheol.
Which was ridiculous because he was literally inside of you. His broad body was covering yours, surrounding you and filling you. His harsh breaths spilled out against your neck and lips pressed to the hollow of your throat. At least until he lifted his head so he could look down into your eyes, hand releasing your thigh to gently encircle your neck, his thumb catching your jaw and tilting your face toward his. Irises swallowed by his pupils, Seungcheol’s eyes were nearly black as they studied you.
As they watched the way your lashes fluttered and you bit at your bottom lip, breath coming in gasps while each thrust, each drive of his cock into your cunt had you spiraling. Drove you closer and closer to the sharp edge of bliss. Your fingers in his hair clutched at it as if the grip could keep you from falling beneath the rapidly rising waters of…what? Of your want for him and your feelings for him?
That steady, searching, scalding gaze seemed to miss nothing. Of all people in the world, it was Seungcheol who saw you and somehow knew you on the most terrifyingly, liberating, and comfortingly intimate level. This whole time. The whole time you’d been with his best friend, he’d been watching you, seeing you, wanting you. His eyes flared with understanding and fucking tenderness, and it was your heart that felt caught in a vise in that moment.
“I’m here,” he spoke softly then. “I’ve got you and m’not goin’ anywhere.” He pressed his lips to yours, hissed against them, and slid the hand at your throat down your torso, drew those dangerous fingers of his along the front of you until they slipped between your legs to your clit.
You sucked in a breath, nodding, brushing a kiss against his lips. “Good, because – ‘cause I’m not gonna l-let you. Keeping – keeping you.” You pressed another kiss against his cheek where that devastating dimple would be if he smiled and oh, he did. He did and you were so fucking smitten with the man. Smitten and whining because he also chose to start rubbing at your clit in that moment, while his hips snapped and he pounded into you. “Oh fuck. Cheol.”
Seungcheol groaned and you thrilled at the sound, at the sight of his oh-so-pleased, self-satisfied, knowing smile. “My possessive princess. You’ve – shit – you’ve got me, too.”
Your body twisted itself into the best sort of knots at the words and with each breath he took, each drive into you, every swirl of his fingers against your clit. Tension built and built and built, and you were right there at the edge of everything.
“Let go for me, sweetheart. Show me I’m yours by coming on my cock, hm? Make me nice and messy. Let me feel it.” His words were a rasp and you were going to die. You were.
Let the goddamned tidal wave overtake you because you couldn’t – couldn’t take it, couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t do anything except own the fact that yeah, he fucking was yours. (You might actually have said that then, the words a soft exhalation against his lips while your gaze was locked on his and you drowned in the force of the emotion there, the challenge and the pride and the lust and the possessiveness of his own, the warm affection underlying it all).
“That’s it,” he purred, and you let yourself be swept away by the full force of that wave of want and need that coalesced into overwhelming bliss as your climax hit. Let yourself tremble and cling to him, cunt pulsing around his cock, earning you a curse, a growl of your name, and a harsh kiss. A bruising kiss broken only by the need to breathe.
Desperate pulls of air into your lungs as your body shook beneath him and you felt him holding himself tense above you while he watched you ride out your orgasm, while he slowed the motions of his fingers and instead ground his pelvis into yours, slow rolls to draw out your pleasure. Sensitive. You were so sensitive. Whimpering, you gave him a questioning look as you tried to make your brain – your ability to words – come back online.
Seungcheol’s forehead pressed to yours and his brows pinched together, his teeth gritted as he held himself back. “Until all you know is me, right?”
What – he was saying. It took several moments for you to put it together and when you did, his name left you in a whoosh. “Y-Yeah.”
“Not gonna run away this time, though, are you? Gonna let me keep my promise?”
Fuck.
A flash of guilt swept through you and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him even closer, until his chest was pressed flush to yours and you could feel each others’ chests rising and falling with breaths, the beat of one another’s hearts. That was on you. A lot of the messiness between you had been on him, but that – running away – had been on you, despite the fact that he said he understood. You cradled the back of his head, fingernails gently grazing his scalp.
“I’m not going anywhere, either, Cheol. I was serious when I said I’m keeping you, so you’re, you know, stuck with me.”
He hummed, dark eyes boring into yours. “Good,” he said lowly, echoing your earlier words. His hips, that had been doing that slow, teasing grind into you, drew back and then he pushed them forward, a deep thrust that you could swear you felt in your throat. He repeated the action and you bit back a gasp.
“Also, I mean, we’re at my apartment, so running away would be kind of pointless, wouldn’t it?”
His eyes flashed with a familiar challenge and you couldn’t help the soft, shameless laugh that bubbled up and out of you. “Smartass.”
Your laugh turned into a choked whimper when his next thrust and the next and the next were hard, fast, and stealing the breath from you. “Drive me fucking crazy,” he growled as he found his rhythm, a hand fisting in your hair and tilting your head back to bare your neck to his mouth, to his teeth.
“L-Likewise,” you admitted, arching up into him. Inviting him to take and take. Demanding he do it, honestly. Needing him to lose himself as you had before. You were game to only know him but fair was fair and you wanted to be all he knew.
Seungcheol nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your throat while his hips snapped into yours. Again and again and again.
Until you were clawing at his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, letting out breathy whines and whimpers and gasps of his name, of, “Please” and, “Don’t stop, God, don’t ever stop.”
His fingers gripped your hips tightly enough to bruise then he was sitting up, dragging you up with him and into his lap. Lips crashing into yours, covering yours, sucking them into his mouth and dragging his teeth over them, each pull on them sending a pulse of heat to your core. Seungcheol drove his cock up into you, the hold at your sides guiding you up and down over his length, cooing at you when you tore your mouth from his to catch a breath and buried your face in his neck.
He released one of your hips to wrap an arm around your torso, hand finding the back of your head and petting you – fucking petting you, which you actually really, really liked, goddamn it – as you clung to his shoulders and felt yourself spiraling. Rushing toward another crest, each upward drive of him into your cunt ratcheting up the tension within you. This time, it was even better, though, because you could hear the way his breathing was unsteady and feel the way his rhythm faltered.
You could hear the desperate need in the roughness of his voice as he promised not to stop, never to stop, and told you how much he had wanted this, wanted you, that could never get enough. That you were his and he was yours and he’d show you “every fucking day,” so you “never forget how goddamned beautiful, how fucking precious” you were. You felt the tightness of the muscles in his back while he sped toward that inevitable bliss point with you.
“Cheol, Cheol, Cheol.” His name fell from your lips again and again. “Close.” You were panting at that point, your own teeth catching the skin where his shoulder met his neck as you bit back another whine. “Need to – need to feel you. Want you to – want you to feel good, too.”
“Fuck,” he hissed when you clenched around him. “Already do, fuck, I already do. Feel so fuckin’ good squeezing my cock like that, princess.” His fingers fisted your hair as he bucked up into you, hand at your hip shifting to again find your clit and give you the friction you needed. “Tell you what,” he said in a groan.
“A-Anything,” you agreed, nodding, knowing your answer would be the same no matter what his next words were. You swallowed hard and writhed, nails digging into his back, as you fought to maintain focus, to hear what he needed to say.
“Be the good girl I know you can be – my good girl – and come.”
You would. You really would. But you wanted him to –
“You do that and I’ll fill you up with my come. Until it’s dripping from you and you never doubt again that you’re mine.”
Jesus. Christ.
You could no more stop yourself from doing exactly as instructed than you could stop your heart from its next beat. Filthy. The mental image was filthy and sexy and you wanted it to be reality, wanted it deep in your bones. It was your turn to growl, then: his name into his neck while you shattered into delicious, floaty, blissed out pieces.
His voice was a rasp in your ear when he felt you falling apart around him, every muscle in your body spasming and you were shaking, shuddering, the only thing holding you in place was him. His strong arms around you. The force in his grip at your shoulders as he held you down while he fucked into you once, twice, three times, and then he was done. It was him shuddering and shaking, clutching you to his body while spilled himself inside of you and moaned your name into the air, into your ear, against your lips as his mouth covered yours.
You both held tightly to each other in that moment. In the next and the next. Another rush of pleasure lapped at you at the feeling of him being buried deep inside and further still while his come did, indeed, drip from you when he pulled out. Your come, his come – the both of you were a mess and you definitely were going to need to change the sheets before you went to bed, but you didn’t care. (Actually, that was a lie. You cared, but did so in the sense that you loved it, loved the way it was tangible evidence of what had happened, of what it signified. And yes, okay, a purely primal part of you thrilled at knowing Seungcheol was drenched in you. And fine, that same part of you thrilled at knowing you were – not drenched in him, exactly, but that you were full of him.)
Your forehead dropped to his shoulder and his hands tenderly brushed over your back, softly rubbing up and down along the line of your spine. A quiet, contented sigh left you then, a gentle rush of air against his skin. One of his hands came to cradle the back of your head and you felt his lips press to your temple, heard as well as felt him speak your name in that deep voice that was so filled with warmth and affection it made your breath catch and your arms around him tighten.
“Thank you,” he said with another brush of his lips to your temple.
“For what?” you asked, trying to work out whether the man was actually thanking you for having sex with him or there was something else you’d missed.
He smiled – you could hear it in his voice as much as you could feel the curl of his lips against your skin. God, you were smitten. “You want a list?”
Pulling back so you could look at him, your own mouth pulled into an answering smile. “There’s enough for a list?”
“Oh, definitely.”
“Really? Well hell. Yeah, I want the list!”
“Mm, you want it in alphabetical or chronological order?”
“Cheol.”
“Hm?”
You just looked at him.
He grinned, letting out a breath of laughter. “For finding my stream and watching. For not being able to stay away even once you figured out who I was. For turning on the audio on our private stream. For giving me the chance to explain. For listening. For forgiving me.” The last, he said while he pressed his forehead to yours. His dark, now so serious eyes locked on yours, trapping your gaze so you couldn’t look away, couldn’t hide or miss the sincerity in his.
It was a lot, being so close to him, being so bare for him and having him be so emotionally laid bare for you in turn. Those butterflies in your belly were out of control. “For the sex?”
“Princess.”
“What?”
He lifted a brow.
You squirmed.
“It feels really weird to say ‘You’re welcome’ for masturbating while watching you get yourself off on camera.”
The noise he made was choked.
“It does!” you said in a laugh, inordinately proud of yourself for causing him to make that sound.
“Maybe, but I would’ve been very sad if you didn’t touch yourself while watching me.”
“So needy!”
Seungcheol’s gaze dropped to take in the sight of you, still wrapped around him where you sat, basically in his lap. Still a fucking mess. He looked oh-so-pleased at the sight once his eyes found yours again, and you felt the heat bloom in your cheeks under his knowing perusal. “What’s that saying about the pot and kettle?”
“...no comment.”
“Now, you have no comment? That’s convenient,” he teased, chuckling when you swatted the back of his shoulder in response.
Pursing your lips, you narrowed your eyes at him. “You. Hush.”
Seungcheol shifted on the bed, moving toward the edge and bringing you with him, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he did so. “Yes, your highness.”
You sputtered, yelping and clinging to Seungcheol when he stood from the bed, lifting you up as he did so. Briefly – for half a second – your life flashed before your eyes until you remembered the man had carried you to bed just like that the night prior and hadn’t dropped you. Still… “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you with me to clean up this time,” he replied breezily. Which, given that he was carrying you as he walked toward the door to your bedroom, was impressive. Not one grunt of exertion. Jesus. “Where’s your bathroom?”
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You were going to have dreams of Seungcheol with water from the showerhead raining down on him, streams of water rolling down his body, highlighting every muscle and the long stretch of his torso, sliding down, down, down. Down that toned abdomen, dripping into his belly button before droplets escaped to fall further, tracing paths along those thick thighs and strong calves. The complete lack of any fucks from him when your gaze caught on his cock, hard again, sharply jutting up into the space between the two of you. Rather, your dreams were going to be filled with the flash of daring in his gaze when you forced yourself to stop ogling him.
Or Jesus, the tenderness in his touch as his hands drew the soap over your body and worked the shampoo into your hair. The graze of his fingernails against your scalp when he conditioned your hair and rinsed it. The open adoration in his eyes when you returned the favor and the soft squeezes of his hand at your hips while you did so. The memory of steam rising up to surround the both of you and cocoon you in a world of your own all the while.
Either or both (definitely both) were going to linger in your conscious and unconscious and you couldn’t even be mad because you were so bowled over by the experience. You wanted to do it all over again and lose yourself in it before he even finished turning the water off.
It was a miracle you managed to only get sidetracked once. Seriously, you dared anyone to be able to make it through a shared shower with Seungcheol without finding themselves with their back pressed to the slippery wall, leg hitched around Seungcheol’s hip, Seungcheol’s low grunts and soft, dizzying praise and titillating taunts breathed into their ear, while he fucked them into a state of bliss. It was not possible. It wasn’t.
Eventually, though, the two of you were clean and dry. You had changed into comfy pajama shorts and a tank top, and you’d offered Seungcheol an old t-shirt and pair of sweats that James had left at some point. Seungcheol had grimaced when he realized what you were holding out to him, staring at the items of clothing as if they’d personally affronted him then looking up at you questioningly.
“Just how much of his stuff did he ‘accidentally’ leave here?”
“A…normal amount of stuff?”
He scowled then, scoffing, and muttering something about, “A normal amount of stuff is no stuff.” Looking around your bedroom as if your ex’s things would be scattered out in the open, as if trying to decipher what of the clutter might belong to his best friend. Former best friend? Were they still best friends? That could be awkward but it was not your problem. “When I leave, I’ll take it with me. I will personally return all of James’ things to him.”
“Oh, will you?”
“Yes.” The look he gave you as he tossed the sweats and t-shirt to the floor in favor of sliding his own jeans back up his legs and his own shirt over his head – well, if he were anyone else, you would call it a pout.
It took everything in you to keep a straight face. To not coo at the man. He was adorable.
“Are you actually jealous right now?” you asked.
“Jealous? No.” Seungcheol’s fingers encircled your wrist and he tugged you into him, a cocky slant to his mouth when you allowed yourself to be drawn toward him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting against him. “Fighting the sudden urge to buy fucking couple’s shirts, of all things, and parade around town with you in them, yes. That, or hire one of those planes that pulls a banner behind it.”
Okay, that was just – the giggle that bubbled up and out of you was irrepressible, as was the warmth that bloomed in your chest. “Okay, so you’re not jealous; you’re just feeling super possessive. Totally different things,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his chin.
He shrugged but you saw his lips twitch. “Exactly.” Those same lips brushed against yours. You felt them twitch this time, as he continued. “Although, honestly, if you wear anything other than turtle necks for the next week, I don’t think the couple’s shirts are necessary.”
Your hands flew up to your neck and you gaped at him. You’d known he was leaving some marks, but – “Exactly how many hickies did you give me, you damned vampire?”
His face transformed, devastating dimples both on display, and his laugh was warm as he wound his arms around you. “No more than you gave me, Akasha.”
“I – Wait, was that a Queen of the Damned reference?”
Another laugh, an even broader grin, then you found yourself being guided to the living room and settling with him on the couch. He tucked you into his side and you snuggled closer. Oddly enough, the two of you agreed on what to watch with minimal fuss. It was easy – so easy – the way you found yourselves curled up with each other, Seungcheol grabbing the throw off the back of the couch and wrapping it around you.
The hours flew by with shared commentary on the drama: the two leads were dripping in sexual tension and at some point, someone was going to plant a kiss on the other in the middle of an argument. You were sure it would happen sooner rather than later, but Seungcheol suggested they were stubborn enough and oblivious enough to drag it out as long as possible. Not two episodes later, one main character dragged the other into an embrace, crashing their lips together, and you cackled – Seungcheol looked so betrayed; you were just giddy for being right.
Seungcheol stayed the night (of course he did).
You, who normally had trouble sharing your space and bed with a new person, slept like a baby. For the first time in a long time, you weren’t kept up with spinning thoughts about the man lying behind you, thoughts and worries of what to do about him, about your feelings, about the unmitigated disaster that was looming. The truth was out and instead of everything falling apart around you, it was okay. It was more than. Seungcheol’s presence, the warmth of him pressed to your back, and the soft sounds of his breathing – the soft exhalation of air against the back of your neck – was soothing and you drifted off in no time.
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The morning after brought with it sleepy smiles and groggy teasing that lead to breathless giggles as you squirmed beneath him, his fingers seeking (and finding unerringly fast) your most ticklish spots. In revenge, you wrapped your legs around his waist and drew him down into you, sending a coquettish smile up at him when he cursed at the unexpected action, at the intimate way you cradled his hips between your thighs. Said smile didn’t last long because what you started, Seungcheol finished. Play sexy games, win sexy prizes apparently.
By the time you dragged yourselves out of bed, the sun had been up for hours. Which meant that the two of you were rushing around to get out the door. You were supposed to be meeting Nari in half an hour and Seungcheol was twenty minutes late for meeting up with the friend he’d started helping move the day prior.
His hissed, “Shit!” when he noticed the time had startled you at first, breaking your attention away from where you’d been looking through your closet for what to wear and drawing it right to him. The half-dressed, pull his pants on dance he did around your bedroom, all while he muttered apologies to you and swore up and down that what he wanted to do was stay and spend the day with you, was entirely too endearing.
“Cheol, please don’t trip over your pants and give yourself a concussion. Here,” you said, picking up his shirt from the floor and tossing it over at him. “And it’s okay,” you offered reassurance while you grabbed the first top your hands touched, your glance at the time and his urgency igniting your own. If you could get out of the apartment in ten minutes, you would only be a little late. Nari would forgive you. Probably. No, definitely. She loved you, so she would totally forgive you. “We can do the whole ‘wake up and spend the day together thing’ another time.”
“We’ll do it more than once, princess,” he promised, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. He groaned and set another there. “Fuck, I really wanna stay.” Sighing, Seungcheol stepped back. “Okay. I’m going. I’ll talk to you tonight, though.”
“Yes, you will, now go.”
You didn’t even have time to process the way your heart fluttered at the smile that bloomed on his face before he was rushing out and you were turning back to your closet to pull out the nearest pair of jeans. Five minutes. You had five minutes to get out the door.
Totally doable.
Now, if only you could make it through the next couple of hours with Nari without it being blatantly obvious you were down deep and had spent the night with Seungcheol. Goddamn it, you cursed when you caught sight of yourself in the mirror on your way out. You had a fucking sex glow.
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It turned out that – to no one’s surprise, least of all yours – Nari knew something was up in the first thirty seconds. Eyebrows knitted in curiosity quickly rose to her forehead, her eyes widened, and a sly smile curved her lips when you couldn’t meet her gaze as you took your seat.
“Oh-ho! What happened?” she cajoled before making eye contact with the waiter who walked up to the table and asking him to bring another mimosa. He glanced at you for confirmation and, at your nod, moved to do just that. You were more of a bellini woman, but thinking about peach anything right now only made the fire in your cheeks burn hotter.
While you waited for the waiter to come back with your drink and tried to ignore Nari’s patient, knowing gaze, you did the mental math: the odds of her letting you get away with blowing the question off were slim-to-none. It wasn’t that you didn’t want your friends to know! It was just…new. And God, they were going to give you so much (affectionate) shit. Seriously, the number of times you were going to hear “I told you so” in the near future was astronomical.
You forced yourself to look at your friend then oh-so-casually spoke while pretending to be very interested in the brunch menu as if you hadn’t been to this exact place and ordered from this exact menu at least a hundred times. “Seungcheol and I talked it out.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her lean forward. “...And?”
“...And we maybe slept together? And he might have stayed over.”
Her shriek made you wince and look around apologetically at the other diners, but the happy laugh as she scooted her chair around the table to sit next to you pulled a smile from you. “Oh my God, finally.”
“Finally?”
“Mhm,” she hummed. “Seriously, you two are not subtle.”
Jaw dropping, you scoffed. “We hated each –” you paused because that wasn’t true, was it? I don’t hate you. I never have. Seungcheol’s words echoed in your head. I’m crazy about you. Have been all along, even when I was acting like a jackass. There was that warmth in your chest again and there were those fucking butterflies in your belly.
It must have shown on your face because Nari took the menu out of your hand and set it on the table, waiting until she had your full attention before she spoke again, softly. “You really like him,” she stated as fact. As if there were no question. “And I know he likes you. Tell me everything.”
You did, leaving no detail out.
When Lily got back into town later that day and showed up at your door unannounced, with a wide, eager smile on her face as she pushed past you into your apartment and plopped down on your couch, you laughed. “Hi, Lily! Please, come in. Make yourself at home!”
She just grinned and settled further into her favorite spot on the couch. “Always do,” she said – well, sang, really. “Do you have any idea how hard it was not to text you ten thousand times yesterday? Because it was very hard. I had to make Jeonghan hide my phone from me at one point.“
“Your self control is admirable, really.”
“I know, right?”
“Uh huh. What brings you here again?”
“Nuh uh. Don’t you dare hold out on me! You didn’t kill each other, so you totally banged, right? And since you said there was some talking, you guys admitted you’re both super into each other?”
“Oh my God, Lily.”
Lily patted the cushion next to her. “Sit. Start talking.”
Resigned, you sat down beside her and grabbed your phone off the coffee table. “I’m calling Jess first. I can’t have this conversation two more times.”
She gasped. “You told Nari already, didn’t you?”
You laughed and dodged the pillow she tossed at you. “I had no choice! We had brunch earlier and my face hides nothing; you know this.”
“...Yeah, okay, that’s true. Ugh, fine,” she agreed reluctantly. “Call Jess and tell her to hurry! I need to know what I missed in the last thirty-six hours.”
Twenty minutes after calling her, Jess was there and you were caged between both of your friends as you told them what you’d told Nari earlier in the day. As you admitted that yes, you had feelings for Seungcheol – not just for the version of him that you’d known in the anonymous “phone calls” and messages, but for the man you’d been able to see and know, finally, in person. That they were one and the same and you knew that. You shared with them that Seungcheol confessed to never having hated you, that he’d been trying to look out for you with James since the beginning even if he were intentionally acting like a jackass out of some bizarre logic that only made sense to him in order to hide the fact that he had feelings for his best friend’s girlfriend.
Lily’s snort in response to that particular piece of information earned her a questioning head tilt from you, to which she shrugged and said Jeonghan had told her as much. At your outraged protest, Jess joined you in staring expectantly at your other friend. Waiting for an explanation or elaboration or both. “You knew?” she directed at Lily.
Lily winced, waving her hands in front of herself. “I would’ve told you if you guys hadn’t talked it out this weekend. Arranging for you to run into each other at Jeonghan’s was sort of the last resort before the actual last resort, which would have been telling you. I wanted you to hear it from him instead of third-hand, from me, but I would have if he didn’t confess, I swear.”
“I get it,” you said with a sigh and gave her a reassuring nudge with your elbow. “And I’m glad I heard it from him. For one thing, I would’ve found it harder to believe if it was coming from someone else, but also I think I would’ve been more mad if he didn’t just own up to it and apologize before I was, like, confronting him with the truth I’d already been told.”
Jess made a humming sound and when you glanced at her, she smiled wryly. “I barely know the man and I’m not thrilled he chose to be an ass rather than just act like an adult or admit that he was sweet on you so he, you know, was going to try to keep his distance…but it sounds like he at least realizes it was the wrong play and he’s willing to take responsibility for it.”
“I just want you to be happy. If Seungcheol makes you happy, then I’m happy,” Lily said, linking her arm through yours and leaning into your side.
Jess mirrored the action on your other side and your lips curved into a soft smile as she spoke. “If he makes you unhappy, though, I’m more than happy to kick his ass.”
“Oh God, yeah. That goes without saying.”
You let out a laugh and squeezed the arms of your friends with yours. “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” they said against either shoulder.
“I’m pretty confident it won’t come to that, though. He’s…not who I thought he was.”
“So what’s the plan, then? Are you guys together?” Lily asked from your left.
“The plan,” you started, brows pinching together, “is to uh – I mean, he did say he was crazy about me and that I could keep him? And he may have mentioned wanting to personally return all of James’ leftover things to him. And, um, said something about parading me around while we’re wearing couple’s shirts.”
Jess cackled before she caught herself and you saw her biting back a grin. “Definitely together, then. I would pay actual money to see the look on James’ face when Seungcheol shows up at his door with a box of his shit from your apartment.”
“I’d pay double if I got to watch him react to you and Seungcheol wearing matching shirts.” Lily didn’t even bother trying to hide her wicked smile. “What if we planned a…friendly dinner and forgot to mention to him when we invited him that –”
You cut her off. “No. We are not doing that.”
“But think of the satisfaction when he realizes–”
“No.”
“Fine, but if we ever naturally find ourselves in that situation, I’m totally recording it on my phone,” Lily promised and Jess held her hand up in front of you for a high five, which Lily happily gave her.
“...”
Not long after that, Nari came over, too. Surrounded by your best friends, you spent the rest of the evening together. Good-natured trolling and teasing was interspersed with food delivery and an impromptu living room dance party, which only ended when the last of you (Jess) finally had to flop onto the floor, lying on her back and staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch her breath while everyone else literally applauded her stamina.
By the time everyone went home, it was too late for Seungcheol and you to get together, but you did manage to sneak in a couple of texts throughout the evening – much to your friends’ amusement – and a bedtime phone call. His sleepy voice over the line was just as devastating last thing at night as it had been when you’d called him at that ungodly hour the day prior. Warm and husky, it was equal parts tempting and soothing, of all things.
“Don’t use your sex voice on me,” you demanded at some point, lips pursed into a pout at his chuckle in reply.
“My sex voice? This is my normal voice.” He didn’t even try to hide the humor in his tone. “You sure you don’t just have a voice kink, princess?”
The warmth blooming in your cheeks – and between your legs, goddamn it – spoke volumes, but at least he could neither see nor feel either of those things. “I do not – I don’t have a voice kink!”
“Mm,” he hummed lowly, and when he spoke again it was an octave lower, for fuck’s sake. “I kinda think you do. Kinda think you also have a kink for being talked through touching yourself and how pretty you sound when you get all breathless and whimpery for me.”
As if to prove his point, you gasped and had to fight the urge to squirm. “That is cheating, sir. You can’t use things you learned as S.Coups against me.”
Seungcheol’s laugh was rough. “Says the woman who just called me ‘sir.’”
Pressing your lips together, biting at the lower, heat pooled in your abdomen. “Oh? Is that what does it for you?” you asked. It was meant to be a taunt and probably could have been, if not for the way air ate up the words, leaving them softer, breathy.
“You do it for me, highness.”
His easy confession had your heart squeezing in your chest. “Cheol.”
“Yeah?”
“You do it for me, too. Even if you’re still a pain in the ass.”
You could hear his smile on the other end of the line. “I do it for you in part because I’m a pain in the ass.”
“Seungcheol.”
“Yes, dear?”
“Are you going to talk me through touching myself or continue trying to drive me up the wall?”
“Fuck,” he hissed, just barely audible enough for your ears. “That’s what you want – for me to get you off like this?”
God, you wanted so many things. More than anything, you wanted him to be there with you right then, wrapped around you, low whispers in your ear while he touched and didn’t just tell you how to. Wanted to fall asleep in his arms again. Whipped. You were so whipped. Glancing at the clock, you let out a soft whine when you saw how late it was.
Phone sex, it was. Good thing your, uh, whatever Seungcheol was to you, was an expert.
“Yeah,” you admitted.
“Say please,” he purred and you found yourself doing exactly that.
Later, lying in bed while your heart tried to slow itself to a normal rhythm, you forced yourself to ask, “Cheol, are you– are you still–”
A curious, encouraging hum came across the line. “Am I what, princess?”
Despite the fact that your heart was suddenly racing for more reasons that recent orgasms and a big part of you wanted to avoid the subject for fear of no good coming from it, you took a deep breath and made yourself ask the question that had been niggling at the back of your mind since you’d been in bed with him the first time. No, that wasn’t right. Since you’d been on that private stream and he’d called you out for being possessive.
“Are you still doing, um, streams?”
It was quiet on the other end of the line for several moments and every bit of you that had been relaxed was tense, on-edge. You just had to ask, didn’t you? Of course he was. It was his job! Well, one of them. He had a full-time, daytime job, but that didn’t mean – just because he was sleeping with you and said he had feelings for you, didn’t mean he had or was going to stop. Just because you had feelings for him didn’t mean he was going to rearrange his life.
The two of you were just…sleeping together, after all.
“No,” he finally said after clearing his throat. “I’m not.”
Oh.
Oh.
“You’re not?”
He was quiet when he answered, but there was no hesitation in his tone. “I’m not. If I’m being honest, it hasn’t been as…fun, I guess? in a while. The stream with you being the exception, obviously. That, I enjoyed immensely.”
“I’d hope so, otherwise I’d have some questions about what just happened,” you said drolly.
A soft laugh came in reply. “I enjoyed this, too. I always enjoy you. And I’m not comfortable sharing myself the way streaming requires when I’m with you. Unless you wanna play pretend; in which case, I’m happy to bring out S.Coups and play the camboy for you. Just say the word.”
Your lips curled up at the corners and you tucked yourself more securely under the covers, slipped an arm under your pillow, as you let relief wash over you. “I’m pretty partial to Cheol, but S.Coups has his charms, so I’ll keep that in mind for someday, maybe.”
“Mm, good because I’m pretty partial to you, too. You sound sleepy. Gonna pass out on me?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay, princess. Sleep well, hm?”
“You, too, Cheol.”
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The following week was busy. You stayed late at work every day as several projects were coming due and your boss figured the surprise project that the company was given at the last minute was perfect for you. (It was, but still.) Too tired to do anything once you got home except eat whatever junk you could find in your cabinets and fridge, shower, then crawl into your bed, your contact with Seungcheol was limited to texting and sporadic voice notes during the days, and brief, half-asleep conversations over the phone once you did said crawling into bed.
Despite the fact that you were exhausted, it was nice to hear his voice at the end of the day. His voice that was all full of concern for you and consternation at your boss, followed by reassurances that the week would be over soon and he would take care of you then. Actually, he tried to talk you into letting him come over to cook for you on Thursday. You agreed until you realized you were stuck at work until nine o’clock and wanted to cry with frustration but instead spent far too long drafting a text to cancel at the last minute, apologizing for bailing and promising to make it up to him. On top of being tired, you felt like a flake, which only made you feel worse.
When the delivery guy dropped by your workplace with dinner, courtesy of Seungcheol, you were pretty sure you were in love. With Cheol, not the delivery driver.
Obviously.
After leaving the office on Friday, you refused to even think about work for the next two days.
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You were early to the restaurant because you were just so ready to do something that wasn’t work or zombie around your apartment. Deciding to wait at the bar and get a drink rather than grab a table and sit there alone (because it was different, sitting at the bar and chatting with the bartender or munching on bar snacks versus sitting alone at a table – you didn’t make the rules; it just was), you found a free stool and slid up onto it.
Catching sight of you, the bartender made his way over to you and set a napkin down on the countertop in front of you. “What can I get for you?”
“Can you make a peach daiquiri?” you asked hopefully. The only time you’d ever had a peach daiquiri was that night in the club when Seungcheol ordered one for you, but you had only managed to take one sip. A sip that you’d barely tasted in the midst of your panic, of course, but better late than never.
“Yeah, of course,” he said with a nod. “Give me a sec.”
Someone slid onto the stool next to you, drawing your gaze from where it had been focused on the bartender making your drink. The man was undeniably handsome and smiled at you when your eyes met his. He was also vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t quite place his face. “Hi.”
“Hi,” you answered, lips twitching in an answering smile.
He gestured to the drink the bartender set down in front of you just then. “So, I know you just got your drink, but can I get the next one?”
“You again,” came a drawl from behind you right before you felt a chest press up against your back and strong arms you knew very well sliding around your waist, a chin dropping to rest on your shoulder. “I thought I told you last time that she’s spoken for.”
Your initial startle at finding yourself draped in Seungcheol, for all intents and purposes, faded into confusion and then realization as you looked at the stranger again. “Oh!” Tall, dark, and dreamy. “You’re the guy from that night.” The night Seungcheol had said you’d always be James’ girl and you’d suggested he ask his friend just why the two of you broke up.
Mister Tall, Dark, and Dreamy looked between you and the man wrapped around you. “You did, but I remember her saying she wasn’t. Figured I would shoot my shot again, but I guess she is now?” The last, he directed at you, eyebrows lifted in question.
“Uh, yeah. I am. I wasn’t then, but I am now.” You were babbling. Christ, this was somehow embarrassing and deeply satisfying. You squirmed, but Seungcheol only gave your waist a squeeze and shot the man a cocky smile.
The other man let out a soft laugh and held his arms up in front of him as he slid off the stool. He gestured at the bartender, motioning toward the other end of the bar, and received a nod. “Message received. I’ll leave you two to it then.”
“Oh my God,” you said once the mystery man walked away, turning your head as best you could to look at Seungcheol, exasperated and endeared. “You’re so – What are you doing?”
He let his hands fall away only to shift to your side and slide one of those arms around your waist, leaning his head in toward yours and locking his gaze on yours as he spoke. “Looking out for my girl, obviously.”
“Publicly claiming your girl, you mean?”
Seungcheol’s grin was lupine. “Same thing.”
“You guys are seriously so cute. Seriously. I’d be jealous if I weren’t so happy for you both.”
“It’s about time!”
Both you and Seungcheol looked toward the voices only to find Lily and Jeonghan standing there. Lily looked giddy and Jeonghan looked amused.
“No, but really. I think they’re gonna kick us out if you don’t give your girlfriend some personal space, Cheol,” Jeonghan said, sticking his arm out and slipping it between you and Seungcheol, who cursed and arched an eyebrow at his friend.
“If they kick me out for holding my girlfriend, then we’ll just have to go someplace else, won’t we? I’ve got months of PDA to make up for,” Seungcheol countered and you would kiss him if you weren’t in public and didn’t actually want to test the place’s PDA tolerance.
Jeonghan laughed and removed his arm, moving to take Lily’s hand instead. “Fine, fine. But can we get a table already? I’m starving.”
“So. Cute,” Lily cooed.
“Turnabout is fair play, best friend of mine,” you reminded her.
She pressed her lips together and made a motion as if to zip them, which earned a laugh from you and Seungcheol, and a kiss on the cheek from Jeonghan.
Seungcheol drew back, sliding his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together and looking at you expectantly as your friends headed toward an empty table. “C’mon, princess. I figure we’ve gotta stick around for like an hour, maybe two, then I can take you home and help you…relax. I know you’ve had a long week.”
And just like that you melted. Well, melted and the little spark of desire that always seemed to be burning in the background when it came to Seungcheol lit. “What are you gonna do if I let you take me home and then just demand cuddles and to go to sleep?”
His smile was soft, twin dimples at either side of his mouth. “Then I will give you cuddles and we’ll go to sleep.” He pulled your body into his with his hand in yours, voice a low rumble against your ear. “But I really don’t think that’s gonna happen.”
“No?” you breathed.
You could feel his grin as he pressed a kiss to the skin beneath your ear. “I mean, I think it’s gonna happen eventually. I’m just gonna have you naked and writhing, clinging to me, and begging me to come – begging for me to come inside you again – before the cuddling and sleeping.”
Jesus Christ.
“You’re a menace.”
“You love it.”
“God help me, I really do.”
Seungcheol drew back, hand cradling your chin, and sought out your eyes. His dark and warm and not even pretending to hide the affection there. “I love you, princess.”
All the air left you in a whoosh. “I…”
He gave you that dimpled smile again, squeezing your hand, and taking a step backwards, only pausing because your grip on him was tight and you stopped him from moving further. Attentive, curious gaze searched your face as he let himself be held back and waited for you.
“I love you, too. I just – I wanted to say that. Back. I wanted you to know.”
You watched his chest rise sharply and the next thing you knew, you were back in his arms, his lips brushing against your temple. Vaguely, you heard your friends cheering from across the room, but your focus – every real bit of awareness you had was on the man holding you. “You realize this means you really are my girl from here on out, right? Because you just said you love me and I’m keeping you.”
Heart fluttering, you let your arms go around his torso and rested your palms against his shoulder blades. “I mean, I did sort of figure that when you chased away the random guy earlier. And it really started to get clear when called me your girlfriend earlier,” you teased and he chuckled.
“Keep it up, brat. See what happens when we get home.”
“Is that supposed to encourage me or discourage me?”
“Princess.”
“Yes, boyfriend?”
“You think calling me your boyfriend is going to get you out of trouble?”
“Yeah?”
“...Goddamn it. You’re right,” he grumbled, but you could see the effort it cost him not to smile. You saw the moment he gave up and let the urge overtake him. Let yourself take it in and receive the love written in his gaze as he let out a soft laugh. “So fucking soft for you, I swear.”
He was, but you were just as soft for him. You pressed a kiss to his cheekbone and turned, walking towards the table your friends sat at, his hand held tightly in yours. As he pulled out your chair and took a seat in the chair next to you, his arm over the back of yours, you looked at him, looked at your friends, and for a moment you were thunderstruck. There was no way you could have predicted this – predicted the two of you – but it felt right. So right.
Seungcheol calling your name brought you out of your head and you turned your attention to him. “Hm?”
“You okay?”
“Never been better,” you answered and it was the honest truth.
heh I plead guilty for losing count on how many times I’ve read these Aus over and over. I’ve posted a recommendation before so this means this is my second set of favorites that drive me insane lol.
note: pls do support the authors if you've taken interest on any aus i have recommended that they have created, it would be great if their works have more exposure to other readers :D like maybe leave a comment or reblog!
TW/CW: the following recommendations may contain Ateez smut (minors DNI), Ateez yandere themes, Ateez angst, Ateez mafia, and Ateez omegaverse. If you don't like any of these then refrain from reading this post.
Wooyoung: Shadow by @im-657-mv
Hongjoong: City lies by @toikiii
Hongjoong: On the Horizon by @vickylamore
San: Love is like a drug by @vickylamore
Seonghwa: His to protect by @cqndiedcherries
Yeosang: Corpse Groom by @jwying
Seonghwa: Me or the ps5 by @tohokuu
Jongho: Don't do that by @hongjoongscafe
Jongho: Knock it off by @teezertales
Mingi: Late night by @binniesbobastay
San: Yandere Choi San by @im-657-mv -mv
Seonghwa: Little dolly by @stayatiny
San: The blood crown by @foxgangfoxgang
Yunho: Wedding bells by @foxgangfoxgang
Hongjoong: Dance with me by @foxgangfoxgang
Seonghwa: M-mommy by @wooyoungmybelovedhusband
Wooyoung: Sunday Baking by @cas-skz
Yunho: Last defender by @hoonieversed
San: Fire! by @bambikisss
Hongjoong: Crushcrushcrush by @im-whatchamccallit
Seonghwa: Pirate Seonghwa by @ateezmakemeweep
Hongjoong: What could've should've by @star-1117
Seonghwa/Hongjoong: The beguiled by @riboism
Ot8: Christmas blues by @thelargefrye
Ot8: Our goddess, our utopia by @mingis-lightbulb
Mingi: Posion by @atiny-desire
Seonghwa: Kishi Kaisei by @flurrys-creativity
Hongjoong: Say my name by @atiny-desire
Wooyoung: Scream by @atiny-desire
Seonghwa: Gang Au by @fantastic-bby
Hongjoong: Of love and betrayal by @hoonieversed
Ot8: In love and lore by @shadowynn
Hongjoong: Unhinged by @mxxndreams
San: Drinking games by @shyxcherry
Hongjoong: Let me take you away by @ithinkilikeit-reactions
Hongjoong: Sea supersitions by @ithinkilikeit-reactions
Hongjoong: A little something more by @flurrys-creativity
Seonghwa: Unexpected Company by @mia-tiny
Wooyoung: I do love you by @toikiii
Seonghwa: Was it worth it by @headintheclouds-posts
Mingi: Smut reaction by @wooyoungmybelovedhusband
Yunho: Smut reaction by @wooyoungmybelovedhusband
Hongjoong: Dance with me by @foxgangfoxgang
Hongjoong: Pretty by @last-words-ofashootingstar
Yunho, San, Wooyoung: Treasure @honeyhotteoks
Yunho: Tutor boy by @cas-skz
Yunho: Step Brother Yunho x You by @kpop-dungeon-dark
San: The devil above by @kpop-dungeon-dark
Mingi: Sour by @itsbeeble
you know what after i finished listing all my favorites i realized i may have been reading beyond average and i need help lmfao
I WOULD’VE MENTIONED OTHER FICS TOO BUT TUMBLR LIMITED ME TO 50 MENTIONS 👎🏻
title; only fools stick around when the love is gone
summary:
We’ve all read about the infamous player who falls in love with the good girl that manages to make him change his ways…but what happens to the other girl? The pretty, popular one that has warmed his bed before the good girl came along and took him away.
Well, no one cares about her. After all, she’s just a side character.
It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.
pairing: choi san x reader, song mingi x reader (for now lol)
“You see,’ she concluded miserably, ‘when I can call like that to him across space–I belong to him. He doesn’t love me–he never will–but I belong to him.”
Summary: It’s cold outside, and your annoyingly handsome roommate keeps leaving his very comfy leather jacket everywhere around the apartment, and you’ve returned it to him multiple times, but this time you’re sure you’ll just keep it if he forgets it again. Except for the one time he returns to retrieve the jacket, he finds you in the most compromising position possible.
☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works
Word Count: 2732 words
Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader
Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Frenemies (?) to lovers. Smut, angst, fluff. Basically, a smutty fluff piece to keep y’all warm during the colder months.
Content Warnings: Smut and fluff, mentions of Mingyu’s chapped lips. DO NOT EVER GOOGLE IT IS TRAGIC. They both tease and like each other and are just kind of adorable and cute. Mingyu is confident and shy all at once, and it's devastating.
Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it). Masturbation (female), Mingyu walks in and volunteers to help her out. Fingering, overstimulation. Oral (female receiving). Nicknames? Mingyu calls her baby, and pretty girl. Nicknames, Mingyu calls her Kitten, Princess, Baby. Teasing. Dirty talk, but its mild. I think.
Authors Note 1: Literally no reason for this fic, aside from Rock With You Mingyu being the reason I got curious about Seventeen and remembered him as a ‘handsome guy with the leather jacket.’
Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, for always listening to me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu. Thank you for beta’ ing and helping me out with the smut. I struggled. I adore you and love you 💕 A huge thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for listening to me fret about this fic, up until posting!! I adore you. Also, thank you to @seungkwansphd for listening to me worry too. Thank you so much for hearing me out and listening to me!! Ilysm 🥺🥺💕💕
“Hey, Y/N, have you seen my jacket? Oh, you’re wearing it,” Mingyu spoke as he walked into the kitchen that evening.
“I keep telling you, Kim. If you leave this lovely jacket around. Then one of these days, I’ll keep it, and I won’t return it,” you teased. Even if you meant every word, his jacket was insanely comfy, and you would gladly take it.
Mingyu smiled as he flopped down on the couch next to you. “Even if you look adorable in it, no,” Mingyu said as he made himself comfortable.
“I’m adorable?” You asked with a grin, and Mingyu nodded.
“Yes, but I still think I look better in the jacket,” Mingyu added, making you roll your eyes.
“Of course you do. With a face and body like that, you could wear anything,” you blurted out, making Mingyu grin.
“You think I’m hot?” Mingyu asked, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Shut up, Kim,” you mumbled, making him laugh.
“It’s okay. I’d say the feeling is mutual. Remember that kiss we shared last Christmas?” Mingyu asked.
“We were standing under the mistletoe,” you countered, and Mingyu shrugged.
“It doesn’t take away from the fact that a peck turned into a proper kiss,” Mingyu added, and you shrugged.
“I hope you are at least consistently wearing lip balm this year. I recall those dry lips,” you teased, making Mingyu gasp dramatically at you.
“Just because I had dry lips the first time we met doesn’t mean I always have dry lips,” Mingyu defended, making you laugh.
“Besides, I know my lips were damn soft that year because one, I kept using the lip balm that you not so subtly gifted me as a housewarming gift and two, you went in for more after, when everyone left,” Mingyu babbled, making you grin shyly.
“I also remember you pawing this exact jacket while kissing me,” Mingyu teased, and you huffed at him pouting.
“Maybe I was only kissing you for the jacket,” you retorted, making Mingyu laugh.
“Possibly, but somehow I still have the jacket, and you keep conveniently ‘stealing’ it,” Mingyu joked, and you sighed in frustration that he had a point.
“But I’m heading out to the gym now. Want me to get you anything for dinner?” Mingyu asked as he stood up, and you shook your head.
“Won’t you be cold? You can have this back for the night,” you offered, and Mingyu smiled.
“Nah, I’ll drive there, besides. I think this shirt accentuates the biceps more. That jacket would hide the hard work,” Mingyu teased, and you rolled your eyes at him.
“Ugh, go away, you’re so annoying,” you mumbled, making Mingyu laugh.
“Bye, bye,” Mingyu said as they bent down to place a kiss on your cheek.
It was just something he did. When he first moved in, you discovered he was cuddly and affectionate. If you had to describe Mingyu’s personality, it’d be like a golden retriever with the clinginess of a koala. It was incredibly adorable and endearing and very hazardous to your health.
You had a little crush on him just from the first day you met him because he was incredibly handsome, tall, and built, but when you got to know him, you fell for him. Mingyu was kind, caring, intelligent and clumsy, the perfect balance.
Granted, he broke more things in a week than most people did in a year, but never did he break your trust, plans or anything that ever hurt you. He was incredible, and you knew you were dancing on a fine line, constantly cuddling, flirting, and teasing him, but it was mutual that you both did it. You just knew that if both of you kept going this way, you’d implode and tell him in the most rushed way possible. You couldn’t lose a good roommate over it, so you just kept it to yourself, but oh boy, did Mingyu make that difficult for you.
Mingyu was hell-bent on riling you up, you two were snowed in, and Mingyu had to get his exercise in, so he decided to go shirtless and wear his grey joggers and work out in the living room.
Now, you didn’t care what he did. This was your house as much as it was his, but it was sinful. The way his muscles flexed and the sweat trickled down his body accentuated every muscle on his body. You were sure he was Adonis incarnate.
You didn’t mind Mingyu working out. You just minded that he looked that fucking good doing it.
“Twenty-six,” Mingyu huffed out, counting out his reps as you walked into the kitchen.
You had a plan, too. If he wanted to rile you up with working out nearly naked, you could prance around the house doing the same. You wore a lace bralette and tiny shorts and headed into the living room under the pretence of finding something.
“Aren’t you cold?” Mingyu yelped when he saw you. He tried hard not to stare, but he was only human, and all he could see was how little you wore and how wonderful you looked.
“Aren’t you?” You shot back.
“Kitten, I’m working out. I’m sweating, you, on the other hand,” Mingyu responded, and you bit your lip at his mention of ‘kitten.’
“What’s wrong?” Mingyu asked as he walked closer to you.
“Ew, you’re sweaty,” you whined, but you didn’t mind. You had often imagined Mingyu’s sweaty body close and hovering over you. Granted, he was buried deep inside you and in your dreams.
“I don’t think you’d mind if I were sweaty and staring at you like this?” Mingyu teased, calling you out on your bluff and making you bump your hip into the corner of a table.
“You okay, kitten?” Mingyu asked, and you glared at him.
“What is this kitten business?” You asked.
“Just testing to see which one you liked,” Mingyu responded.
“What if I didn’t like it?” You asked.
“How about princess?” Mingyu offered, and you shook your head at him.
“No,” you mumbled, making Mingyu grin.
“Don’t you worry, pretty girl, I’ll find out what you like,” Mingyu said, determined, and you turned away from him to head into the kitchen. You hoped he didn’t notice how you bit your lip at him calling you ‘pretty girl’ or the gasp you stifled.
You were going to kill Kim Mingyu, that much you were sure. You just didn’t know how. You had tried to get to sleep, but every time you closed your eyes, all you saw was Mingyu, sweaty and huffing, his muscles flexing, and your depraved mind could only imagine him like that on top of you, inside you.
“Fuck it,” you cursed, kicking the blanket off your chest, so it covered your lower half. Sitting up, you pulled your bralette off, threw it across the room, and laid back on the bed.
You started slowly, hands on your breasts, moving to rub your nipples, moaning as you felt them harden under your touch. While massaging your breast, your other hand travelled down to your pussy. You imagined Mingyu’s large hands on your breasts, flicking and pinching your nipples.
You were already dripping, sliding a finger up and down your wet folds, soft moans leaving your mouth as you touched yourself.
You circled your clit slowly, moaning, as you slid your fingers down to your dripping entrance. You pushed a finger inside and immediately groaned at how it did nothing for you, and pushed in another and moaned.
Two of your fingers at least did something. You fingered yourself, trying so hard to reach your g-spot that you knew Mingyu’s long fingers could reach.
You found it useless, so you pulled your fingers out of yourself, placed them back on your clit, and rubbed again, adding more pressure and speed.
It felt good, just not as good.
God knows how long you were rubbing your clit, but you felt yourself getting closer to the brink of the release you had been dying for.
“Hey, Y/N, do you know where my jacket is? Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry!” Mingyu yelled out, ducking and covering his eyes once he barged into your room.
“Knock much?” You groaned out. You were extremely grateful for the blanket covering your lower half, even if your breasts were exposed.
“Sorry, I just heard my name. I think it was quite faint, and I, hang on,” Mingyu slowed down as realisation hit him.
“Were you getting off, imagining me?” Mingyu teased, and you groaned.
“Maybe, now, can you go so I can deal with this, and you can tease me later?” You barked, and Mingyu shrugged.
“Or,” Mingyu started to say.
“Or what?” You snapped.
“I could help?” Mingyu offered, making you pull your fingers away from your clit and jump up in shock.
“Uh,” you fumbled. Your resolve was melting under his gaze, making you squirm.
“If you need some help, all you have to do is ask,” Mingyu suggested, making you clench at his words and tone.
“Let me make you cum. You know I’m the only one who can,” Mingyu purred, making you give in.
“Fuck, please,” you begged.
Mingyu sat down next to you and moved the blanket away. He quickly pulled off your shorts and panties along with it, groaning when he saw your glistening core.
Mingyu moved his hands, trailing up and down your thighs until his fingers could no longer resist the urge to play with your aching core.
“Breathe, pretty girl, I got you,” Mingyu eased as he slowly moved his hand down your dripping core and pushed two long fingers inside, making you buck into his touch immediately.
“Fuck, pretty baby. You were thinking about me while you were fucking yourself, weren’t you? That’s why you’re making a mess of these sheets?” Mingyu asked, and you could feel the smirk in his voice as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy. You could feel yourself starting to unravel and fall apart at his ministrations.
“Yes,” you moaned out, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could think about them. You grabbed his forearm, indicating your orgasm was close.
“C’mon, pretty baby, cum all over my fingers. Show me how much you want to cum,” Mingyu spoke as he kept thrusting his fingers in you, rubbing against your g-spot every time.
Something snapped in you, and you came. You whined as Mingyu kept moving his fingers, making you hiss at the overstimulation.
“Fuck, I can’t,” you cried out, trying to move his arm away and fingers out of your cunt, but Mingyu had other plans as he leaned down and attached his lips to your swollen clit and sucked harshly, leaving you a whimpering and moaning mess.
Mingyu finally showed mercy and sat straight, taking in your fucked out expression as he palmed his growing erection.
“Good baby?” He asked, his lips wet and shiny with your release.
“So, fucking good,” you mewled.
There was a moment of silence that passed where you noticed Mingyu palming his hardened length, it was then you noticed that he was shirtless, and his sweats were slung very low, dangerously low on his hips.
“More,” you mumbled.
“Use your words. What do you want?” Mingyu responded, his voice deeper and huskier than usual, and it made you clench even more.
“Touch me, Mingyu,” you choked out.
“I just did, pretty girl,” Mingyu responded, making you groan.
“Mingyu,”
“Yes?”
“Fuck me,” you said breathlessly, making Mingyu groan as he palmed his hardness.
“Gladly.”
Mingyu moved quickly as he kicked off his sweats and climbed between your thighs. You felt yourself drool as you took in his naked form. Every inch of him was carved beautifully, and you weren’t sure if you’d call a penis pretty, but he had it. Every inch of him was attractive.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Mingyu teased when he caught you staring at him.
“Fuck you,” you muttered.
“Oh, trust me, kitten, that’s exactly what you’ll get,” Mingyu replied as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, pressing it against your aching clit.
“Fuck,” you gasped, and Mingyu grinned as he slowly pushed his length into you.
“Fucking hell,” Mingyu cursed as you immediately clenched around him.
“You’re so tight, fuck, you feel so good,” Mingyu groaned as he praised you.
You were babbling absolute nonsense as Mingyu pounded into you. Mingyu reached down and rubbed your clit as he fucked you.
“Fuck,” you moaned and held onto his toned arms.
“You close?” Mingyu asked, and you simply nodded, unable to speak.
“Then cum for me, pretty girl,” Mingyu said, sending you over the edge and making you cum, making Mingyu groan and almost growl in pleasure as you clenched around him.
“Fucking hell,” you moaned as Mingyu pounded into you. His thrusts were quick and deliberate. You could tell he was desperate for a release. Mingyu moved his fingers down to your clit, rubbing roughly against it. He wanted you to cum with him.
“Come on, pretty girl, one more time, cum with me,” Mingyu encouraged as he picked up the pace, making you whimper as you felt him bring you to another orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck,” Mingyu groaned as he pounded into you, making you moan when you felt him release his warmth into you.
Mingyu groaned, burying his head between your breasts as he came, and finally lifting his head, once he caught his breath, capturing your lips in a soft kiss as he gently pulled out of you, rolling onto the bed and pulling you into his side.
“So why did you barge in?” You asked as you turned to place your head on his chest. “I know I didn’t say your name that loudly,” you added with a grin.
“I was looking for my jacket,” Mingyu mumbled.
“Why were you looking for your jacket at midnight?” You asked, making Mingyu grin shyly as he tried to hide under the blanket, and you tickled him until he poked his head out from under the blanket.
“I wanted to see you, so I was standing outside your door, conflicted, and then I heard the moans. I just kept thinking about that damn bralette and those shorts you were wearing, and I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about you,” Mingyu admitted.
When you smiled at him, Mingyu took it as a cue to continue speaking.
“I’d leave my jacket out on purpose, I didn’t think it’d end up like this, but I guess. I wanted you to keep stealing it so I’d keep finding you and maybe use a cheesy line to make you fall for me,” Mingyu confessed shyly.
“Like what?” You asked.
“Like, I’d say something like, if you want to keep wearing my clothes, you should date me at least,” Mingyu mumbled shyly, and you smiled fondly at him.
“Why are you so damn shy?” You asked, making him blush.
“I’m confessing. I’m a shy boy,” Mingyu whined.
“You weren't shy when pounding into me a few minutes ago,” you teased, making Mingyu whine again.
“I’m taking my jacket back if you tease me,” Mingyu joked with a pout.
“Fine, then I’ll be the only girl whose boyfriend doesn’t let her borrow clothes,” you replied, making Mingyu's eyes widen as he smiled.
“So, as my girlfriend, you are entitled to all my hoodies and comfy jackets?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded.
“I’m entitled to something else,” you mumbled into his chest.
“What’s that?” Mingyu asked.
“Your love,” you said, feeling shy as the words left your mouth.
“Oh, that? That’s always there,” Mingyu replied as he pulled you in closer, making you look up at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, and you knew with the way his hands were on your waist you were in for a long night.
You weren’t sure how you’d tell the story of you two getting together, all because of a leather jacket and a lack of knocking. You smiled into the kiss. It was a cute story. You’d leave specific details out when retelling it.
genre ➳ 1930s historical au, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers
pairings ➳ private investigator!donghyuck x dancer!reader
word count ➳ 5.3k
warnings ➳ mentions of anxiety, gets a little suggestive at the end
info ➳ the route and setting are inspired by the orient express!
It’s unpleasant to start the night off with crime.
Donghyuck would also argue that it’s unpleasant to start off anything in general with breaking the law, but private investigators don’t often get the best pick of the bunch.
The furnishings of the first-class cabin are satisfactory at least, velvet drapes dragging along the marble floor. His tea sits on the small table, wisps of smoke occasionally drifting up and dissipating into nothing as he flips through the newspaper clippings.
He’s always preferred clients with deep pockets, because of the benefits allowed. However, they’re infuriating in their own way - he has much better things to be doing than looking for a lost diamond necklace worth a few million dollars. He doubts it could be a third-class passenger, for the sole fact that they barely have access to the carriage. Even a second-class passenger would stick out like a sore thumb, their good clothes nowhere near the ornate finery that members of the nobility lived in.
To his knowledge, there’s only one other passenger sharing this carriage with him.
title; getting a little sidetracked, catching little feelings, thought we had arrangements
summary:
We’ve all read about the infamous player who falls in love with the good girl that manages to make him change his ways…but what happens to the other girl? The pretty, popular one that has warmed his bed before the good girl came along and took him away.
Well, no one cares about her. After all, she’s just a side character.
It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.
pairing: choi san x reader, song mingi x reader (for now lol)
“A mighty pain to love it is,
And ’t is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.”
― Abraham Cowley, The Poems of Abraham Cowley
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For Seonghwa, you were his ride or die. He did everything for you. He would drop what he’s doing in a heartbeat for you. He would never tell you he loved you, but he did. And you… you were oblivious. To you, you had no idea Seonghwa liked you, let alone loved you. The problem was, you liked him back. But you, never in a million years, thought he liked you back.
It was complicated. Nothing ever moved forward. Both of you were just too scared of the ‘what if’s’. But nothing would ever separate you. You’d been friends since middle school, Seonghwa being the first kid to come up to you on your first day of school. He gets you. He always did. You’d be nothing without him. He’d be nothing without you.
You spent your Saturday afternoon relaxing, eating and sleeping. You weren’t expecting to do anything today anyways. However, as soon as Seonghwa called you about a little get together with the boys at their apartment, you immediately got dressed. He said there would be alcohol as well, fueling you to move faster.
By the time you got there, everyone was already gathered around the living room, sipping on their drink of choice. Seonghwa immediately got up to get you a drink, without even asking you. When he comes back, he hands you your favorite alcohol, proving how well he knows you. You sit down on the floor, opening the bottle and taking a big chug. When you lower the bottle, you see Wooyoung staring at you with a smirk.
“Can I help you with something, Woo?”, you ask teasingly. “I don’t know, can you?”, his voice is filled with a touch of lust, but is mostly covered by his drunken slurring of words. You thought only you picked up on the hint of flirting, so you just let it go. Little did you know that Seonghwa’s hard eyes shot daggers into Wooyoung’s side.
The rest of the night went pretty smoothly, you all stuffing Chinese food in your mouths from the store down the street. By the time it was 10 pm, most of the guys were already in their rooms, headed to bed. You let out the biggest yawn, before getting your stuff ready to leave. While you were in the kitchen, cleaning off your utensils, Wooyoung peeked his head around the corner, directly at you.
“Hi Y/n,” his words were even more slurred than before. Usually he doesn’t drink this much, but you’re not too worried about his behavior. “Hello Wooyoung,” your amused tone spurring him to keep talking. He compliments your outfit, which you give a polite thank you, before telling him to go to bed. “You should head to bed with me,” he jokes, which you know he’s not serious.
Seonghwa happens to walk into the kitchen when Wooyoung says that, his eyes widening when he sees that it’s you he’s talking to. He stands behind the wall, listening for your response. Your response however, is not what he was hoping for. You let out a giggle, the alcohol letting you joke more with Wooyounf than normally do. “Maybe I will,” you say, almost seductively.
For Seonghwa, this moment broke his precious heart. He didn’t stick around for the rest of the conversation, quickly heading to his room and quietly shutting the door. His back hit the door, him slowly sliding down the surface, until he hit the floor.
He knew Wooyoung is like this, but he never thought you would flirt back. And to be honest with himself, he was incredibly hurt. Why did he ever think he had a chance with you? His head sat in his hands, quietly letting out a few sobs before quickly heading to bed in hopes it would get it off his mind.
The next few days are a blur for you, sleeping the day away on Sunday after your killer headache. Monday and Tuesday were classes, with an incredibly tight schedule. Luckily you had Wednesdays off, giving you time every week to spend a day with Seonghwa. Because this is routine for you guys, you’re surprised when you don’t find a good morning text, along with a time he’ll be at your place.
You almost panic, before coming to the conclusion that he must’ve slept through his alarm. You go about your morning normally, giving him time to wake up. By the time 9 am rolls around and there is still no text from him, you start to get a little worried. You send a “good morning, you ok?”, text, hoping he just simply forgot. But by the time it hits 11 am and nothing, you decide to just leave him alone, thinking he might just want to be alone today.
You try not to worry about him as the week goes by without any word for him, but when it hits Friday and there’s still nothing, you decide to text Hongjoong. It turns out Hwa has been hiding in his room all week, not coming out unless he’s hungry. You decide enough is enough, and head over to their place Friday night.
When you knock on the door, Jongho answers, letting you in, knowing you’re there for Seonghwa. You quietly head over to his door, trying not to disturb anyone, before knocking on his door. It takes a minute before he opens his door, but when he does, you find that his eyes are swollen and tired. But once they lie on you, they widen almost comically. You’d laugh if you weren’t so worried.
Before you can ask him anything, he speaks first, “What do you want?”. His tone almost hurts to hear, not expecting such irritation. Your mouth drops open, hoping he’s not talking to you like that. And yet, he is, judging by the frown on his lips. You scoff, before pushing him aside to march into his room. “What is wrong with you, Hwa? What’s happening?”, you question, almost desperately. You wrack your brain trying to understand why he’s so upset with you.
He stays quiet for a second, before huffing and moving to his bed. He sits down, his head facing the ground. “It’s dumb.” He cannot be serious. You sit next to him, grab his hands in yours and tell him to tell you anyways. He lets out another long sigh, before confessing. “I didn’t like when Wooyoung flirted with you, and you didn’t stop him.” You sit there for a second, not even understanding what he’s talking about.
Then it hits you, “You mean last Saturday? When I was drunk out of my mind?”. You shake your head and squeeze his hands. He frowns, before continuing, “I’m sorry Y/n, I’m so sorry for not telling you.” He quickly takes his hands out of yours, before facing you. “I love you. I love you more than anything.” Your jaw can’t help but drop, in pure shock. There’s no way.
“Seonghwa, don’t play with me.” You spit out at him, in pure denial of his words. But he reassures you, “I do. And I was so jealous, when it’s not my place to. You’re not mine.” Your eyes swell up with tears, part of you still not sure he’s telling the truth. But it’s Seonghwa, of course he is. “Hwa… I love you too.” He sits there, face blank. You can see when it finally hits him, that you like him back. You like each other.
He lets out the biggest sigh of relief, thankful that this constant state of secretly pining over each other can be over. You like him. No no, you love him. That’s all he could ever ask for. Once the silence finally sets in, he can’t help but apologize over and over again. There’s no way he really ignored you, when he could’ve just admitted his feelings to you. But it all worked out in the end.
The rest of the night consisted of gentle kisses, cuddling and telling each other all the untold feelings that were bottled up. You can help but lie in his arms, hoping to never leave his side again. This is the start of something new, something beautiful. The funny thing is, when you finally told the boys about your new relationship, Wooyoung shouted “Finally!”. There was nothing to worry about. He had you, and you had him.
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push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part three
summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.
pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader
word count: 11.6k (don't look at me like that)
genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, angst, camboy au
warnings/contains: explicit language, dirty talk, teasing/banter, continued usage of petnames, strength kink, explicit sexual content, including: semi-public...touching, manual stimulation (m. and f. receiving), protected sex.
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svthub masterlists: hyung line and maknae line
previous part
The steady thumping of the bass reverberated through your body, some vaguely familiar dance remix pouring out through the speakers to fill the club from wall-to-wall on Saturday night, as you and your friends lost yourselves in the crush of bodies on the dance floor. Girls’ night, they had promised you, except all of them had agreed this particular girls’ night was about wing-womaning you and getting you back in the saddle.
“By the end of the night, you’re gonna be riding some hottie and you won’t even remember James. He could walk right up to you and you’ll be thinking, ‘Who the hell is this cretin?’” were the exact words Lily used, actually.
At the time, you had laughed and hugged her. “I love you. There may not actually be anyone there I want to hook up with and I hope we don’t run into James because that would just suck, but we’ll see.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know and I love you too,” she replied with a grin.
“I’ll kick him in the teeth if he shows up. Just give me one chance,” Jess contributed, mischief flashing in her eyes.
“Oh my god, nobody is getting an assault and/or battery charge tonight, okay?” you’d managed to choke out on a huff of laughter. “The thought is definitely noted and it for sure counts, I promise.”
After toasting to not getting arrested but having fun and friendship and maybe you making out with someone – okay, they said fucking and you weren’t ruling it out because at least that would give you something (or someone) else to think about that wasn’t He Who Must Not Be Mentioned or Thought About or Fantasized About – the four of you had ubered to one of your favorite clubs and commenced with the good times.
At some point, you all had decided to take a break from dancing, finding and snagging a coveted tall table before anyone else could swoop in and take advantage of the stools for sitting and the tabletop to hold your drinks. Every time you wore high heels out dancing, you inevitably questioned your life choices, but they just made you feel hot and you know they made you look it. When Nari and Jess made their way back to the dance floor, you and Lily hung back for a bit longer so she could finish her drink. You waved the other two off with a promise to join them soon.
“Anyone promising so far?” Lily asked before taking another sip through her straw.
“Eh,” you said with a shrug and a grin. “I’m having too much fun spending time with my favorite people to notice.”
“Your favorite people just got here, though!” the man walking up behind Lily and resting his chin on her shoulder countered, smiling brightly at you. Jeonghan.
“You are a person, not people,” you corrected him, lips curving up at the corners in an answering smile.
Lily grinned and immediately turned on the stool to face him, her arms encircling his shoulders as his arms came up to wrap around her waist. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips and you cleared your throat, your eyes widening. Things had certainly…developed there, apparently.
“Who says I’m here alone?”
“...You didn’t. Jeonghan, I don’t care how much Lily likes you. I will kill you.”
Jeonghan gave you a wicked grin while he pulled back and took Lily by the hand. Lily, meanwhile, looked back and forth between the two of you with brows pulled together. “What did I miss and why are we killing him?”
“We?” Jeonghan asked in a gasp, the hand not holding your friend’s dramatically coming to his chest. “I’m just trying to do nice things for one of my favorite people, who happens to be your best friend, and you’re going to let her kill me? You’re going to help her?”
“Sorry, Hannie,” Lily cooed at him before flashing a smile at you. “Best friend privileges. I’ll miss you, but I’ve gotta do what I’ve gotta do.”
“Wait, how did you even know we were going to be here anyway?” You eyed your supposed best friend in suspicion.
At which point, she started to drag Jeonghan with her toward the dance floor. “Time to dance!”
Slack-jawed, you started at their backs until they disappeared into the crowd. That little loose-lipped betrayer. As long as it was just Jeonghan – despite his crack about coming alone – it was fine. You would forgive her for clearly being infatuated and just make due with getting to tease her for being so smitten she told him where the four of you were going that night.
You felt the presence coming up beside you before you saw him, felt the sudden charge in the air and the heat from his body against your side as he moved into your space.
Spine stiffening, you mentally willed yourself to project serenity. Hell, you would settle for annoyance. Anything other than nervous and hyper-aware of him in ways that you weren’t supposed to be. Your eyes caught on the glass he set in front of you, then you forced yourself to turn your head and meet his gaze. Christ, why was he so close?
“Seungcheol.” Frankly, you were proud at the steadiness of your voice and yourself for maintaining eye contact despite the amused glimmer in his.
“Princess,” he replied in that low, distractingly, unfairly attractive way he had. Which, what the fuck, you were annoyed that he’d managed to make that your automatic response to his voice rather than irritation. “Thirsty?”
Yes.
“Parched!” you admitted, reaching for the glass he had set in front of you and bringing it to your lips. He might hate you, but he wouldn’t drug you. “What is this, anyway?”
He leaned closer, close enough for you to feel his breath against your face, and glanced at the glass, the rim of which was resting on your lower lip as you went to take a sip, then back up to your eyes. His lips twitched. “Peach. Daiquiri. I know how much you like peaches.”
It took all you had not to spit the drink out but rather to swallow down the mouthful you’d just taken. What you could not control, though, was the way you nearly dropped the glass and needed to quickly stop it from falling to the tabletop – thank God for quick reflexes. He didn’t – that had to be a coincidence. He couldn’t – He absolutely could not know.
The knowing glint in his gaze and the curve of his lips as he settled onto the stool next to you and scooted it further into your space might as well be shouting at you that he absolutely did know.
“Actually, I hate peaches! Peaches are gross.”
He chuckled and you mentally cursed your body for responding to the roughness in the sound. “That’s how you’re going to play this?”
“Play what?” you countered, eyes widened in your best impersonation of a person who wasn’t guilty of the crime for which she was being accused. “Anyway, thank you for the drink, but I should probably go find the others.”
You set the glass back on the table and tried to slide off the stool to make your escape, but Seungcheol slid an arm around you from behind, laying it on the back of your stool, and you froze. A deer in headlights had nothing on you.
“Nuh uh,” he tutted, turning his body fully toward you and bringing his other arm up in front of you, elbow resting on the edge of the table. “It’s too late to run away. You and I need to talk about some things, don’t we?”
Shit.
Fuck.
Goddamn it.
“Do we? Because I vote we just…don’t.”
“Coward.”
Ouch. Not that he was wrong – at least, in this case.
“Maybe so, but I don’t think talking about any of it is going to do anything good,” you hissed at him, doing your best to avoid eye contact. “Now, if you’ll excuse me –” Again, you attempted to move, but this time you were stopped by him dropping his hand from the table to your lap, palm pressed to your thigh and fingers giving your thigh what you knew must have been a deceptively gentle squeeze.
The touch, unexpected and more intimate than any you’d experienced from him before, made your breath catch in your throat and a sharp wave of want roll through you, spreading from where he gripped your thigh to your center.
“No,” he spoke softly, finally finding your gaze and you found yourself unable to look away from his dark, familiar eyes, the banked fire there. That was less familiar and seeing it through the screen during the stream was one thing – one incredibly sexy thing that you remembered craving to see in-person, focused on you even if you knew it was impractical and would end terribly – but actually experiencing it with only six inches between his face and yours felt like a caress. Like a seduction stoking a flame you refused to admit he lit in you.
“What?” you asked in a tone not nearly sharp enough, given who you were, who he was, and your antagonistic relationship. And why weren’t you moving? Shoving his hand off of you, standing up, and finding your friends? That was the smart play here.
The only play that made any sense, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything other than stare at him, with eyes that had always been far too expressive for your own good.
In your periphery, you saw him smirk. “No, I won’t excuse you. Not yet, anyway.”
“Seungcheol, seriously. What do you want?” There. That was the sighed, exasperation you normally reserved for him.
“I want a lot of things, princess, but I don’t think you’re ready to hear them.” Seungcheol slid his hand down your leg toward your knee, far enough so his palm and fingers pressed against bare skin, this thumb teasing at the hem of your skirt, slipping just beneath the edge. He let his gaze drop to watch as his fingers gripped your thigh and you just knew he felt the way your body jerked, leg – and every other – muscle clenching in response.
You watched as his lips pressed together and saw the tightness in his jaw. Heard the increased roughness in his voice when he spoke again and had to fight with everything in you to not squirm in your seat.
“Or maybe you are, hm?” he asked as his eyes lifted back to yours. “Ready to hear some truths without a computer screen between us?”
Every metaphorical alarm in your brain was going off, clanging and blaring and shrieking. Danger, they warned. Abandon all hope, Ye who enter here may as well have been carved into your awareness, like a banner across his chest, the upward curve of his lips on either side of his mouth serving as exclamation points.
This had to be a trap.
Had to.
Seungcheol didn’t talk to you like this and he didn’t look at you like this and – you felt his hand start sliding up your leg, beneath your skirt this time – he for damn sure didn’t touch you like this. He was pissed at you for the private stream and he had every right to be. You knew what you were doing, who he was, that he would not want you to see him like that or to hear him say those things. If he knew you were princess_peach, he would never have suggested the stream. He would have laughed at you for seeking comfort and release from some anonymous guy online, and for being willing to pay astronomically for the privilege of doing so.
Calling his best friend a dick, showing you his face, calling you his – making you call yourself his – and talking you through orgasms while getting off to your words and the thought of you? Never. So yeah. This absolutely had to be some kind of a trap to embarrass you in retaliation for knowingly taking advantage of him and his ignorance.
“You want me to apologize? I’m sorry. I am. I should’ve never – As soon as I realized who you were, that should’ve been it,” you said in a rush, a hand coming up to grip at his shoulder and the other grabbing the forearm dangerously close to you. Not pulling or pushing it away, but just…clutching at it as he turned his hand, fingertips now brushing against the skin of your inner thighs.
“Shh,” he hushed you, shifting still further forward on his stool until one of his legs was between your knees and you felt the strength in that leg when he used it to apply pressure against the inside of your knee, the force of which had your body turning toward him on your seat. Fuck, he was strong.
Seungcheol brought his head to the side of yours until your cheeks grazed against each other and his lips brushed your ear, eliciting an irrepressible shiver from you. “I know you needed that, beautiful. Needed me. Bad enough to fight against every thought about why you shouldn’t.”
“Oh God. Look, Seung–”
“It’s my turn, princess. You’ve been very naughty, so you’re gonna just listen right now, aren’t you?”
Shit.
This was why you knew better. Well, it was one of many reasons why you knew better. You had opened Pandora’s Box knowingly, willingly, and against every bit of reason you possessed because you were hurt and yeah, had needed it. But actions have consequences and right now, the way your body responded to him betrayed you. Instead of telling him to fuck off if he thought you were just going to comply with whatever he wanted, you tightened your hold on his shoulder, the hand on his forearm releasing it to grab at his other shoulder instead, your fingers at either side of him grasping at his shirt, and you found yourself nodding.
In your defense, you had done something you knew was – at the very least – questionable. Letting him speak was the right thing to do! Right. Yeah. Telling yourself that felt a lot better than…the alternative, so you were gonna go with that.
You felt the vibrations from his pleased groan, a vibration that moved through your body, a straight shot from your ear to your cunt, and you mentally prayed to every deity in the history of ever that he couldn’t feel the heat you must be giving off or how wet you were.
Because karma was a bitch, however, in that moment, you shifted on your seat – squirming, really. The unconscious movement of your hips meant the back of his hand brushed against the gusset of your panties, which hid absolutely nothing, and you gasped, jerking at the touch. Knowing you should pull away, but instead jerking into his touch when it was suddenly his fingertips pressing into you through the same thin fabric.
Your eyes darted around the room to see if anyone had noticed, if anyone was looking or paying any attention to what was happening, and finding no one. Between the darkness, cut only by the colored lights flashing from the ceiling over the dance floor, the shadow cast by the table, and his broad body angled in front of you as it was, anything other than just him clearly invading your personal space was hidden.
“Oh, sweetheart,” his voice was a low rumble into your ear. “Claim you can’t stand me, but we’re in the middle of a room full of people and you’re still my needy princess.” He dragged his fingers along the length of your slit, rubbing the fabric into your most sensitive flesh and drawing a whimper from you.
“I can’t and I’m not,” you argued through gritted teeth. Sharply inhaling as you felt his lips graze the skin beneath your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders at the feel of his teeth against the same skin. “Seungcheol, we can’t –”
“Can’t we?” he asked, pulling his head back so that his gaze caught yours, his fingers pausing their movement. “I could’ve sworn that was you mewling my name and whining that you’re mine. Mine to do with as I wish, right?”
Jesus. His words sent you right back to that moment – those moments, plural. To the both of you naked and you aching to have his hands on you, just like they were in the present. Your head spun and you wished you could blame it on alcohol but you’d barely had any and if you were drunk on anything, it was this. No! This was him trying to prove a point.
The last thing you could afford to do was give him any more of the upper hand than he already had. “That- That was princess_peach to S.Coups!”
Seungcheol smirked. The cat that got the canary had nothing on him.
“Well, this looks cozy.”
The words crashed into you like a bucket of ice water, dousing every bit of heat in you and leaving you frozen. No. Why was –
“James,” Seungcheol greeted over his shoulder, jaw clenched, his observant gaze watching the play of emotions on your face while you worked to swallow down the panic, the guilt – which, honestly, what the hell and why should you feel guilty? – and the embarrassment, to school your features into something resembling neutral. Finally, he drew back, hand squeezing your thigh before he stepped away from you and turned to look at the other man. “I didn’t know you were going to be joining us.”
“Yeah, I could tell. What the fuck, man?” Your ex-boyfriend kept looking back and forth between you and Seungcheol, arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed, from where he stood across the table.
You watched as Seungcheol grabbed the drink you hadn’t finished and brought it to his lips for a sip before getting to his feet and shrugging, lifting a brow at his friend. “She looked lonely all by herself, so I came over here to keep her company. We were talking. Now we’re not because you’re here.”
“You were talking,” James echoed, disbelief in every syllable, “and you had to be an inch from her to do that?”
“It’s loud, man, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I could have shouted at her across the table like this, I guess, but why would I?”
If you didn’t know – weren’t still wearing a reminder of his ability to turn you on and inside out – you would probably believe his casual dismissal of the underlying accusation James was leveling at him.
As it was, you did know and you needed to be anywhere but right here.
“I’m gonna go find my friends,” you announced while finally sliding off your chair and onto your feet without impediment. “Cheol,” you started, glancing down at the drink still in his hand then back up at him, meeting his gaze and swallowing hard at the heat that flashed in his eyes. “I – I’m sorry, again. Really.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but instead James spoke. “It’s ‘Cheol,’ now? I know you’re pissed at me but throwing yourself at my best friend is–”
“If you finish that fucking sentence, I swear to God I will clock you.”
You and James both stared at Seungcheol, wide-eyed.
“Are you serious right now?” James asked.
Seungcheol looked serious. And furious. His gaze was locked on the other man, jaw clenched. Which made zero sense. If anything, it would make more sense for him to take this opportunity to point out to what extent you had done exactly that. Maybe not in person, maybe not openly, and maybe not romantically, but you had paid the man for the privilege of seeing him naked and for your pleasure. Even offline, you clearly reacted to his presence and his touch in ways you absolutely should not, as he had felt for himself two minutes ago.
This was his chance to humiliate you and instead he was defending you?
Seungcheol might not always be the complete ass you had thought he was – you even admitted to yourself you actually…didn’t totally hate him and liked the version you’d been able to get to know via anonymity – but he was still your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. That was a fact and it wouldn’t change, even if you were attracted to him. Even if he wasn’t mad as hell and determined to make you squirm in retaliation. Even if he somehow and for some inexplicable reason had just done…that.
As you walked away, you heard Seungcheol saying, “Let her go,” and thought you heard something about, “a guy who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”
James must have replied, but you were too far away to hear it by then, pushing your way into the crush to find your friends and suggest moving on to the next place.
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Your friends didn’t hesitate to leave when you told them James showed up and gestured over your shoulder to where you’d left him and Seungcheol. You glanced back to see him still standing in front of and in some sort of a staredown with Seungcheol, whose arms were crossed and who appeared to be saying something your ex didn’t like, if the scowl on James’ face was any indication.
Jeonghan winced and apologized, swearing he didn’t invite James or know the other man was coming. You let him know that you knew that and that he was still your favorite of the friends you’d stolen after the break-up (you absolutely refused to acknowledge the way his gaze flickered over your shoulder before returning to you or the dubious look he turned on you after having done so). As you and your friends made to head out, Jeonghan gave an exaggerated sigh and presumably went to sort out whatever was going on with his friends.
Two nightclubs and several rounds of karaoke later, you and your friends were wrapping up the night in a 24-hour diner.
“You okay?” asked Nari, swiping one of your fries and giving you a wide grin when you gasped in feigned outrage at the action.
Jess and Lily leaned forward on the opposite side of the booth, Lily bracing her chin on a palm and Jess bringing both elbows up to rest on the tabletop. The concern in all of their eyes pulled a soft smile from you and you nodded.
“I’m fine, I promise,” you assured them, stealing one of Nari’s onion rings in retaliation. “I just wasn’t expecting to see him there and the whole thing was weird.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Jess said. “What were he and Seungcheol arguing about? They both looked ticked. And when did Seungcheol show up, anyway?”
Three sets of very curious eyes stared at you then and a nervous laugh bubbled up and out of you. “I don’t know, they were just – Seungcheol was being Seungcheol, trying to get a rise out of me. James came over and didn’t like that we were talking, I guess? He went all ‘dog in the manger’ and accused me of throwing myself at Seungcheol.”
Oh hell. Now they were all three leaning in even more and looked far too interested for your peace of mind. You groaned before any of them spoke, already knowing you’d walked into that and they weren’t going to let it go.
“Oh really?” Jess cocked her head to the side, her smile sly. “Were you ‘throwing yourself’ at Seungcheol?”
“Of course I wasn’t!” You would not think about the fact that your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You would not. “The two of us cannot be in a room together without arguing, he hates me, and his best friend is my ex-boyfriend. He would literally never let me live it down if I – no. No. Are you crazy?”
“Please,” Lily scoffed. “He doesn’t hate you. The man found out we were going to be there and his immediate reaction was to suggest he and Jeonghan also be there.”
“What?”
Lily raised both eyebrows at you and the ‘You heard me’ didn’t need to be spoken out loud for you to receive the message.
“That makes sense,” Nari said with a hum. “I didn’t even realize he was there until you came up to us wanting to leave, so he must’ve gone straight to you. And I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: you two spend an awful lot of time focused on each other for two people that supposedly hate each other.”
Shaking your head, you buried your face in your palms, trying to think of a way to explain without…explaining exactly what had been going on.
Jess chose that moment to oh-so-helpfully add, “You know, she didn’t actually say she hated him just now.”
“Oh my god, you guys!” You took a deep breath, knowing that you had to say something if you didn’t want your friends to misunderstand. Lowering your voice, you uncovered your face and looked between your best friends. “He jumped on the chance to come tonight and came right at me because he’s pissed. I may have done a thing. A thing that I should not have done.”
Instead of responding verbally, all three of them nodded at you to continue.
“Okay, look.” Fuck. “I sort of – We’ve been chatting online? Anonymously. After James and I broke up, I guess I was curious and stumbled upon this site where people can chat with each other, right?”
Their looks said, “Uh huh…”
“Long story short, he and I may have been talking on there and things may have escalated and we maybe had, uhh, phone sex but he didn’t know it was me at the time. But I knew he was, er, him. But he somehow did find out and now he’s pissed off, so tonight he wanted to confront me and screw with me. That’s all.”
It was Lily who spoke first. “That’s all? Because that’s a lot.”
“God,” you groaned, dropping your head back into your hands. “I know. I’m so screwed.”
“Wait, but you knew it was him,” Nari pointed out. “And you still talked to him. You had phone sex with Seungcheol. The guy you say you hate.”
“Except she didn’t say that just now.” Jess reached across the table and pulled your hands down from your face. “I mean, you had to know it could turn out messy, but you didn’t tell him who you were – which you totally could have done, by the way. You could’ve, I don’t know, given him shit for sexting his best friend’s ex-girlfriend. But you didn’t.”
Pressing your lips together, you shook your head. Acknowledging.
“Do you like him?” Lily asked, finally.
There it was.
The one question you did not want to be asked.
“I – No. Yes. No. I don’t know,” you rambled. “I like who he is when he doesn’t know I’m me? It’s complicated.” Sighing, you grabbed another fry and plopped it into your mouth.
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You managed to avoid running into Seungcheol for a week. Then two. Did that mean you also had to avoid any hangouts with your friends that weren’t at your place? Well, yes, but sacrifices had to be made in the name of your sanity.
Now, not only did you have memories of the man on camera, of his voice in your ear telling you any number of filthy things, but you also had an infuriatingly vivid memory of him in your space, his hands on you, his broad body (that you absolutely knew what looked like when it wasn’t covered up, your very helpful brain decided to remind you of whenever you thought about it) a breath away and the feel of his breath against your skin, his fucking lips against your skin.
So yes. If it meant preventing yourself from being forced to confront the way he had somehow managed to twist you up into knots offline as well as online, and prevent him from successfully getting back at you, or have to talk about why the hell he had defended you from your ex-boyfriend slash his bestie that night…you would gladly restrict your socialization to movie nights and game nights and ordering delivery. It didn’t prevent your friends from asking questions or suggesting that maybe you and Seungcheol should talk about what had happened, but you were a pro at dodging said questions and shutting down those suggestions at this point.
Some might say you were only postponing the inevitable but you were sticking to stubborn (perhaps irrational) optimism!
When Lily let you know that she and Jeonghan were taking a weekend trip – their first since making things official – you were thrilled for the both of them. Honestly. Even if them being together meant you would definitely have to interact with Seungcheol again at some point, you liked Jeonghan. He and Joshua were your favorite of James’ friends and you were glad they were still in your life in spite of everything. Besides, you wanted your best friend to be gloriously happy and you knew Jeonghan made her that way: they were great together!
So when Jeonghan asked you to take care of his pet, Jjongddol, while they were gone, you agreed in a heartbeat. You weren’t sure what kind of a pet it was, but based on Jeonghan’s assurances that you would just need to stop by once a day to give Jjongddol attention and maybe go on a walk, you assumed he or she was pretty low maintenance. Lily had squealed her thanks in the background and you had laughed, promising to take good care of Jjonddol and telling the two of them to have the best time without any worries.
After work on Friday, you headed to Jeonghan’s apartment to do just that.
Letting yourself in with the code he gave you, you shut the door behind you – careful to watch for any mystery pets trying to escape – then set your purse on the counter and made your way into the main living space. “Jjongddol,” you called out when no furry (or scaly, you supposed) friend came running to investigate and you didn’t see any cages. Guessing that the little guy or girl – Jeonghan hadn’t specified – must be in Jeonghan’s room, you walked down the hall, opening doors to find his bedroom. The first door you opened was a linen closet, but with the second came success.
“Jjongddol?” Unfortunately, you had investigated the entirety of the bedroom, including the attached bathroom and walk-in closet, no animal in sight. You did, however, find a sign over a paper house with Jjongddol’s name written there and a rock sitting in what looked to be a nest right next to it. Your brows drew together and you were trying to convince yourself that Jeonghan hadn’t actually sent you to his apartment to play with his pet rock, when you heard a throat clearing behind you.
Nearly jumping out of your skin, you spun quickly toward the sound.
No. Fucking. Way.
There stood Seungcheol, the left side of his mouth curved upward, arms crossed over his chest, casually leaning against the doorframe. A goddamn towel slung low on his hips was the only thing covering his body.
Without any conscious effort on your part, your gaze took in every bit of him on display. The ridiculously sexy tattoo on his neck that apparently hadn’t lost any of its appeal with repeated exposure. The broadness of his shoulders and the expanse of his chest that wasn’t covered by his stupidly beefy biceps and strong forearms – also unnecessarily attractive. Lower, your greedy gaze went, tracing an invisible line down the center of his torso, abdomen just as toned and appealing as the rest of him, disappearing beneath white terrycloth tucked into itself.
Looking far more tempting than he had a right to and far more so than any apple hawked by any serpent.
It took every last ounce of willpower you had to tear your gaze away and bring it back up to meet his. His eyes had been swimming with amusement before but now they smoldered. “Don’t let me stop you. Look as much as you want, princess. I know I’m going to,” he drawled before deliberately dropping to give you just as thorough a once-over.
Thankfully, you were wearing much more than a towel.
You knew you looked nice, of course – you’d had the skirt you were wearing tailored so it would flatter and the cap-sleeved blouse kept you cool while projecting a professional image – but as his gaze moved over your body and his tongue slipped out to wet his lips before he caught his lower lip between his teeth, you felt exposed.
Singed.
Acutely aware of how precarious your situation was. That you had found yourself in the exact scenario you had been avoiding for weeks: the two of you were alone and you would have to get past him – his body a physical barrier between you and any exit – if you wanted to run away from this…conversation.
You cleared your throat and brought your arms up to cross over your own chest. Forced yourself to ignore the fact that he was not even half-dressed and instead focus on his face. “You’ve made your point.”
His eyes found yours and he arched an eyebrow. “Have I? What’s my point then?”
You scowled. “That it’s rude to stare? To ogle without permission?”
Seungcheol’s smile was wicked and he chuckled. “I mean, in general, yeah, that’s a good rule of thumb. In this case? Pretty sure I gave you permission, beautiful. Repeatedly.”
“I –” His smile was supposed to annoy you. He was supposed to annoy you. Smiling at you like that, calling you beautiful, he felt so much more like S.Coups than the man you’d come to know – yes, you knew they were the same person, but you were not used to getting this version of him outside of those moments when he didn’t know he was talking to you. The two of you had rules of engagement! An understanding of where the two of you stood with each other. He was not supposed to confuse you like this.
Unless he was screwing with your head. This was that night in the club all over again, except it was worse.
“Okay, well I’m pretty sure you were being a smartass and said it to mock me this time,” you finally settled on, sighing, “because we both know you wouldn’t have given it those other times, if you knew who you were giving it to.”
“It’s cute how you think I didn’t know.”
What.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he said before turning away from the doorway and heading further down the hall.
He made it half a dozen steps before you were behind him, your hand grabbing his arm, then you were stepping around him and into his path. You expected him to stop walking – that was your plan, anyway – but instead he took another step, only coming to a stop when his body was pressed flush to your front. Instinctively, you brought your palms up to his still very much naked chest, not sure whether you wanted to push him away or just touch him. Finally.
Your breaths were sharp, shallow, as you stared at your hands on him. As you felt the heat from his body against yours. He had been close that night, but not this close, Jesus. You could feel his muscles beneath your palms, the hard plane of his abdomen against you through the intentionally light, breezy fabric of your shirt, that precariously secured towel pressing into your belly. Lust lit you up as you became hyper-aware of just how little separated you from him, of how easy it would be to open the towel and feel all of him, how quickly he could shove your skirt up and –
Squeezing your eyes shut, you mentally gave yourself a shake and your libido a glare. Focus. You needed to stay focused. You dragged your gaze up to his, determined to demand he explain, and your knees went weak at the darkness you saw in his eyes.
“How long have you know…n?” you started, words trailing off and getting caught in your throat as you felt his hands come to rest at either side of your waist. You. Were. Focusing. You would not be ruled by your hormones or allow his stupidly sexy smirk, tongue-touched though it may be, or his annoyingly strong hands, now squeezing at your sides before slipping down to grasp your hips, distract you. “Can you just –”
“Hm?”
Oh, he was really smirking then and you felt the comfort of a familiar bristle work its way through you.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t know.”
Seungcheol’s voice was a low purr as he responded. “You mean like you’re looking at me?”
“You are not looking at me like I’m looking at you,” you hissed. “I’m looking at you like I want to strangle you. You’re looking at me like – like you think I’m going to jump you and you’re so proud of yourself for it.”
“There’s some of that, too,” he admitted with a chuckle, choosing that moment to draw your body even closer to his and it was suddenly not just the tucked towel you felt pressed into your abdomen. You shivered despite your very best intentions and he tightened the hold he had on your hips. “I hate to break it to you, princess, but we both know you’re definitely going to jump me – it’s just a matter of time. Easier to be mad at me than own up to what you want, though, isn’t it?”
Oh. My. God. If you killed him, surely the jury would understand you were provoked and acquit you, right? Deep breaths, you told yourself. A mistake, honestly, since doing so meant you were inhaling the scent of freshly-showered Seungcheol, which once again reminded you that he was mostly naked and you were basically groping his pecs.
“Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you can’t stop looking at me – can’t take your hands off of me,” he dropped his gaze to where you were holding onto his biceps, having forced yourself to remove your hands from his chest but not quite able to let go of him entirely, before continuing. “Watched my shows and paid for that private stream, let me tell you all about how I wanted to touch you – to fuck you – begged me to do exactly that, whimpering and soaking your sheets while you whined so prettily for me, came for me because you don’t want me?”
His words, spoken low and voice rough, were an accusation and a taunt and an invitation.
“You weren’t telling me you wanted to touch me or fuck me. I’m not an idiot, Seungcheol. You were saying what you had to say and doing what you had to do to get the person on the other end of the line off.” A fact which you knew the whole time. But standing there with him in the middle of your mutual friend’s hallway, being reminded of how intimate it had been for you, knowing exactly who you were sharing the experience with, and how you could’ve been anyone to him…it hurt for reasons you weren’t willing to look too deeply into.
Internally wincing, you dragged your focus from where it had fallen to his clavicle, up to find him staring intently at you. Studying you. You shifted on your feet.
“That’s right,” he hummed, bringing a hand to your face, his fingertips tracing a line across your jaw, lips pulling into a smile at the way your grip on his arms tightened. ”My possessive princess doesn’t like the thought of sharing me, of not being the only one with my attention.”
He didn’t.
“Shut up,” you gritted out between clenched teeth. Glaring at him for having the gall to call you out so blatantly.
“You want me to be yours?” His thumb brushed over your lips, close enough for you to feel his breath on your face.
“I – I said shut up.” Your words were a whisper this time, choked out as you battled the urge to actually jump him and prove him right. Every molecule of your body was aware of every bit of him, still pressed against you, and he fucking knew it, which was the worst part.
Seungcheol’s laugh was raspy, his words layered with sexual heat that you felt all the way down to your toes, but that settled low in your belly, the embers of need that you’d managed to mostly ignore in favor of being frustrated with him, threatening to spark. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered. I’m right, hm? You can have what you want, princess.” His fingers slid into your hair, gripping and tilting your head up slightly. Just enough. “Take it. Or ask me nicely and I’ll give it to you.”
Fuck it. Fuck everything. Fuck every reason why you should not want him or have him. You did and you could and you would. Angsting about it and cleaning up what was sure to be a mess could come later.
Your lips were on his before you took your next breath, your arms slipping over his shoulders to draw him nearer as you pressed as close to him as you could get. Seungcheol’s fingers in your hair tightened their grip and the hand at your hip became an arm slung around your waist, dragging your pelvis into his.
“Open up for me,” he groaned against your lips, then nipped at your lower lip, as if his words and the way he had sucked at that same lip weren’t enough to get his point across.
So you did. Lips parting for him, for you because in that moment, you needed to taste him and for him to kiss you, hot and wet and desperate, as badly as you needed air. He slipped his tongue past your lips when you complied, swallowing your whimper into his mouth and stealing the breath from you. Soft lips pressed to yours, his tongue teasing along the length of your own, and all you could think was, Take it. Want it, take it, have it, have him.
He’d told you that you could, after all. A low rumble in his chest worked its way up his throat and into your mouth as a growl when you tangled your fingers in his hair and suckled at his tongue, let your teeth graze and bite at his plush lips. He cursed and you smiled – he wasn’t the only one with power here, and Jesus, it was a heady feeling, knowing he wanted this, too. Wanted you. Just as badly, if the way he covered your ass with his hands, squeezing your cheeks and rolling his hips into you, letting you – making you – feel his cock, hard and demanding, against your belly, was any indication.
“Cheol,” you gasped, fingers in his hair grasping tightly enough to earn you a hiss, fingernails of your other hand digging into his shoulder from where you still held yourself to him. “God, I want –”
“What do you want, beautiful?”
“Thought you already knew. What I wanted. What I needed. Or was that just you talking a big game?” That you managed to make it sound teasing when he was pressing kisses to and biting at the skin beneath your jaw, along your neck, was a miracle. But old habits died hard and the words were out before you even had time to second guess them.
You felt rather than saw his smile – the way his lips curled up at the corners – against your throat. “I know exactly what you want and need – think I’ve proven that already, though, haven’t I? Maybe I just wanted to hear you admit it.”
You shushed him and he chuckled, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Can’t say the words yet, huh? Feeling shy now that you can’t hide behind your screen name. ”
“I wasn’t hidi– Oh!” You started to deny – a lie, but there was no way in Hell you would admit the truth – except Seungcheol was drawing your skirt up around your waist, humming when you didn’t protest. His tongue licked at the hollow of your throat and you swallowed hard, eyes rolling back when he shifted his attention to suckling and nipping at the sensitive skin beneath your ear, without doubt leaving a mark. It should have been infuriating and yet, you had to bite at the inside of your cheek to keep in the needy noise threatening to escape.
“Yeah, you were, but you’re not right now, are you?”
You shook your head before letting it drop back to bare more of your neck for him. “Nuh uh.”
“Mm, that’s right. Right now, it’s just you and me. You’re here with me and gonna let me give it to you,” he coaxed, catching the back of your thighs in his grip and lifting you up against him once your skirt was pushed up enough to allow you to do exactly what you did: immediately wrap your legs around his waist and lock your ankles behind him. It didn’t even occur to you not to do exactly that.
Limbs wrapped around him as they were and his stupidly strong arms holding you up with those distractlingly strong hands on your ass, your legs were the only thing keeping his towel from falling from his hips and you could feel every inch of his cock now pressed right up against your cunt. Terrycloth and soaked satin the only separating him from you.
His name falling from your lips was a plea and a curse. Tucking your head in the crook of his neck, you rolled your hips, a whimper bubbling up when you felt him jerk you into him and his hips thrust against you. When he let out a low moan as he moved with you until your back was pressed to the wall and he was caging you into it with his body. “Gonna let me fuck you and make you feel good, aren’t you, princess?”
“Yeah,” you started, “God, okay, yes. I want you to. I want you. Shouldn’t, but I do.”
Seungcheol’s eyes bore into yours and brought his hand to the hem of your shirt, tugging it from the waistband of your skirt. “I shouldn’t, either, but I do and I’m gonna. Until all you fucking know is me.”
That was the moment for the both of you to maybe pause and consider why you both knew you should not be doing this but wanted to and intended to anyway, but the good ship Give a Damn had set sail already and had to be halfway across the ocean, for all you knew or cared. Instead, you tightened your legs around his waist to bear more of your weight and raised your arms above your head so he could lift your shirt up and off of you.
He eyed the upward movements of your arms, tongue slipping out to wet his lips at the way you held your hands overhead and smiled coyly at him, mischief and challenge glittering behind the need in your own eyes. “Promise?”
Pushing his pelvis forward, further bracing you between him and the wall behind you, he groaned. One of those quick, deft hands of his you’d watched undress himself so many times had your top off and falling to the floor at your feet, then fisted in the hair at your nape before brushing your lips with his and giving your bottom lip a nip. “Yeah, princess. I promise,” he said in a purr against your lips. “Hold on tight.”
You knew he was strong, but the way Seungcheol carried you down the hall just like that, still gave you a thrill. It hit some deep, primal part of you that you normally didn’t bother to acknowledge because it usually was pretty quiet – there were no lions to fight or dragons to slay after all. No wars to be fought in your honor. But it was still sexy as Hell, knowing how much strength he possessed.
The man could fight a battle for your honor, if need be. Or just manhandle you. That would be good, too.
Seungcheol knelt on the bed, slowly lowering you to its surface with a hand at your back and hovering over you. You would be annoyed by the self-satisfied smile that turned his lips when you stared up at him looking every bit as lust-drunk as you felt, your hands groping his biceps, but honestly, he had reason to be. Ass.
“It’s like that, huh?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His smile only deepened. “Sure you don’t,” he teased, bracing his weight on one hand while he brought the other to your leg, still wrapped around his torso. Trailing his fingers up your shin to your knee, letting his thumb graze against the sensitive skin behind it. His gentle touch sent a shiver through you and you sighed, your head falling back into the soft bed beneath you as your legs squeezed at his hips.
The same hand that had been touching you so gently, suddenly pulled your leg from his waist, lifting it and pressing it to the side, the gesture serving as a reminder of how deceptive that gentleness was. Unfortunately for you, the forceful way he did it pushed buttons you didn’t know you had until very, very recently. You let your other leg drop from his body to fall to the side, and that motion, along with the roll of his hips, the hard press of his cock in a slow grind against your cunt through the desired-slickened satin gusset of your panties, was enough for his towel to come untied. You felt the way the fabric fell loose and gasped his name and were not proud of the needy little whine that escaped you or the way you clawed at his shoulders, pupils blown as you met his knowing gaze.
Seungcheol cursed and dropped his forehead to yours, squeezing your thigh, drawing his pelvis back before slowly grinding against you once more. “Love the way you react to me when you’re not wrapped up in pretending you hate me.”
Your hips bucked up into him and you whimpered. The friction, itself, was delicious. It was. He knew exactly how to move to rub against your clit on every pass and it made you near dizzy, each thrust sending need sparking through you. And you had seen his dick before, sure, had felt it press into you earlier when he he had you against the wall, but this was no cam show and all it would take to have him fully bare in your arms was for you to reach down and push the loose terrycloth from him or for him to lift his hips for even a moment.
Impatient for just that, you released your hold on his shoulder long enough to reach down and shove the towel away. Or attempt to, anyway. With him still pressed flush to you, rocking his hips like he was, the stupid fabric refused to budge. “Off,” you panted. “Wanna feel you, Cheol. Take it off.”
He moaned, lips brushing across yours and biting at your lower lip, sucking it, licking at it before he released it to nip and kiss along your jawline to your ear. Seungcheol’s voice was so low and rough when he spoke that you felt it like a caress. Like flames licking at your core. “I know you do, princess. Wanna touch what you couldn’t before, wanna feel me inside you like you imagined when you could only use your fingers and imagine it was my cock, yeah?”
“Oh fuck.” Your hand at his shoulder shifted to his neck, fingers tracing over the tattoo there, then following the lines of the feathers to his collarbone, your breath hitching as you pressed your palm to his chest and slid it down his torso. Slowly, taking in the feel of him beneath your fingertips, the flex and the firm and the give of skin and muscle and just…him. You never actually thought you would be able to touch, but now that you could and you were, you wanted it all. “You know I do,” you admitted.
Lowering himself to a forearm, Seungcheol slipped his fingers into your hair and took it into his fist, gripping and tilting your head further back. He caught your earlobe between his teeth and hummed, his other hand shoving your skirt up and over your hips, from where it had slid back down. His thumb traced over the waistband of your panties before slipping just beneath the hem at the side, following the line of lace until his own hips blocked further movement.
“Ask me nicely.” You felt him smile and heard the challenge in his tone, remembered him giving you that same instruction online, offline – for a brief moment, you wondered if he already knew that day at the beach, but another roll of his hips tore your attention from the thought and back to the here and now.
“God, you’re such –” you began, the rest of that sentence swallowed in a whine when you felt him sucking at the skin beneath your ear, the sharp sting of his teeth against that same skin, and you knew that was yet another mark you’d be wearing for days. Later, you told yourself. Later, you could complain and also give yourself a stern talking to for enjoying the thought of wearing his marks as much as you did. “Please, Seungcheol. Cheol. Please.”
“Good girl,” he groaned, tearing the towel off and throwing it behind him before lowering himself back down and hissing your name when you immediately wrapped your fingers around his dick and slowly stroked up his length. “You can have anything you want, princess, but m’gonna touch you, too.”
And he did. You heard your panties tear before you felt him pulling them from you, and it really, really should not have been hot but it really, really was.
As was the way he all-but growled when he looked at you then, thighs splayed wide pussy swollen and so fucking wet that you could feel the arousal slipping from you, dripping from you to the bed covers under you. The sharp rise and fall of your chest as you sucked in breaths, your eyes burning, yearning as they watched your hand move over his cock, fingers capturing precome at his tip, biting at your bottom lip and sucking it into your mouth.
The soft exhalation of his name as your gaze lifted and he caught it with his.
Seungcheol’s hand slid up your thigh, the heat in his eyes molten as they focused on holding yours, daring you to look away when his fingers reached your cunt and slipped through your folds, parting those lips and watching the way your brows drew together and your mouth dropped open when his fingertips found your clit. Slowly circled the sensitive bud. Traced a path down to your entrance and circling around it, too, teasing.
You bit back a whine, squeezed your eyes shut, and tried to turn your attention to the way he felt in your grip, the weight and the thickness and the way he would grunt and thrust into your pumping hand. The way he would feel when he was fucking it into your cunt instead of your hand. Okay, no, that wasn’t helping. The whine pushed its way from between your lips and you shifted beneath him, forcing your eyes open and to meet his again. “S-Stop teasing me. God, just – you said I could have anything I wanted,” you protested.
“I did,” he acknowledged from between gritted teeth and you saw the heavy movement of his shoulders as he drew in a deep breath, “and I meant it. Anything.” One last slide through your slippery slit, a gentle pinch at your clit, then two of his fingers were pushing into your pussy, curling and pressing against a spot inside you that made your eyes roll back and ripped a moan from you. “This is what you wanted, right? Or is it this?” he asked, thumb starting to circle your clit while he stilled the fingers inside you.
If you weren’t more turned on than you could ever remember being in your life, you would fucking hit him. Or at least, consider it very strongly. As it was, you glared up at him – which would probably be more effective if your eyes weren’t glazed with need and the glare wasn’t overshadowed by the plea your body was willing to convey even if your mouth wasn’t.
“Both!” you whimpered, finally.
Then shook your head. “No, wait, I want –”
There was that obnoxiously and yet somehow also annoyingly attractive smirk again, as Seungcheol started fucking into you with his fingers while rubbing your clit with his thumb. He hummed and dropped his head to mouth at the swell of your breasts. Sucked the skin into his mouth and worked his teeth against it until he left a mark. “Mm, what’s that?”
Your fingers tightened their hold on his cock before you loosened your grip and slowed the pumps of your hand along his length. Teased at the underside of his tip, earning you a breathy curse, followed by your name. The latter, spoken sternly and halfway to fucked out as you were, you heard the warning there.
“If you want me to fuck you, princess, you’re gonna have to use your words.”
God damn him, he was determined to hear you say it.
That was fine. It was. You’d said it on that stream, hadn’t you? This was no different! Except it was completely different, but again. It was fine.
“I want you to fuck me, Cheol. Until you’re the only thing I know, right? That’s what you – what you promised,” you reminded him. Issuing your own challenge.
You barely finished speaking when both of your wrists were pinned to the bed above your head, held tightly in one of his hands. His other hand was splayed against your neck, thumb on one side and fingers pressed into the other. He wasn’t choking you, but the weight of his palm and the way his fingers rested there – it was enough. If you weren’t already lying down, your knees would’ve gone weak. A wave of acute want rolled over you and you whispered up at him. “Please.”
His breath hitched and there was more than lust in his gaze right then, but what it was, you couldn’t decipher. “Yeah, princess. I promised and I’ve got you.”
Seungcheol left you long enough to get a condom from the nightstand next to the bed, then he was kneeling between your legs again, his dark gaze sliding over you and not missing anything – not one breath you took or clench of your hands (still pressed to the bed above your head, where he’d left them) or restless shift of your body. “Why don’t you take that bra and skirt off for me, beautiful? They can’t be comfortable.”
He rolled the condom on while you quickly worked both articles of clothing off and tossed them off the side of the bed. “So good for me when you wanna be,” he cooed and you’d given up being bothered by the way you enjoyed receiving praise from him. Hands falling to your knees, where they’d come together after you rid yourself of your skirt, he instructed, “Open up for me.”
Your legs fell open and Seungcheol settled himself over you, weight braced on one arm while his free hand guided his cock through your folds, hissing at the easy slide before pressing into your entrance and you both moaned at the way your cunt stretched around him.
“Fuck, you feel –” he rasped as he bottomed out and your arms encircled his shoulders, pulling his chest into yours while your head pushed back into the bed beneath you, neck arched. Drawing his hips back, he slowly thrust forward, as though not rushing you. Not rushing this.
You whimpered and wrapped your legs around his waist, gaze locking with his and not even trying to hide how much you wanted. Needed. “Cheol, Jesus, don’t – I can take it. Please. Don’t- Don’t hold back. Want it.”
“Yeah?” Another pull back and this time he snapped his hips forward, sharp and fast, and you felt the force of that in every inch of your body. “You want me to take you rough, princess? Fuck you like I mean it?”
“Oh God,” you said on a gasp. His voice. His words. Him. Jesus, you had never wanted anything this much. Nodding and digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Right over that fucking tattoo. Nipping. Sucking at the skin there. “Want it. Need you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
Seungcheol shuddered – you felt it – and his voice was a growl, low and thick and hitting every nerve ending you had, until it reached the ache that was steadily building in your core. “Anything you wanted, princess. Said I’d give it to you and I fucking will, so be a good girl for me and take it.”
His hand fisted in your hair and then he was giving it to you exactly like that: sharp, deep, fast thrusts into you that had him bracing a hand against the headboard to stop you from hitting it, pumping his cock into you hard enough that you would be feeling it for days and it only made you want it more. Bodies slicked with sweat, your breasts slid against his chest and your hands struggled to keep their grip on him, so you settled for running them all over him, touching every part of you that you’d watched and coveted, dragging your nails up his back and surely leaving red tracks in his skin.
Because you wanted him to fuck you like you were his, yes, and you wanted him to fuck you like he was yours. You wanted to fuck him like he was yours. You could unpack that later, but in the moment, it was the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
You whimpered and gasped and whined for “More,” and “Please,” and “Cheol, I need – God, please, don’t stop,” and he listened.
Cursed and moaned your name, and “I’ve got you, princess.” Sat up on his heels, hooked your knees in the crook of his elbows to change the angle – shifting, tilting, testing until his dick hit the inside of your pussy in a way that made you jerk beneath him and only able to repeat his name again and again.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it? Fuck, look at you. Taking my cock so well, sweetheart,” he said with a hiss, jaw clenched tight and, if you weren’t already desperately attracted to him and actively being fucked by him in that exact moment, you would be and would desperately want to be, because Seungcheol getting himself off was one thing – one absurdly sexy, mind-breaking, stupidity-causing sexy thing – but Seungcheol burying himself in you, his breath hitching and looking at you like he wanted to fucking consume you was…there weren’t words for it.
“Close,” you whined. “Close, Cheol, Ch-Cheol.”
“Yeah, you are. Gonna come on my cock and let me feel it this time instead of having to – fuck,” he cursed when you clenched around him, a heartbeat away from climax. “Instead of having to just listen? Do it, princess. You know you’re mine, so show me. Come for me.”
Swallowing back the words that threatened to spill from your lips – that you did know and you were – you instead whimpered and mewled, his name, and “yes,” and “oh God,” as you fell apart. Clinging to him and shuddering in his arms, pussy spasming around him, gasping for breath as you begged him to “Come, too. Wanna feel you, want you to feel it.”
Arms wrapping around you, you felt him lose his rhythm and chase his own orgasm, as he lost himself in your body. Knew he reached that bliss point when he was thrusting hard into you one last time, then panting into your neck, pressing kisses there.
Seungcheol rolled onto his back, taking you with him until you were lying on his chest as the two of you struggled to catch your breaths.
As you struggled to get your brain back online.
The silence – broken only by the sounds of said breaths – felt…nice. Comfortable for once.
Eventually, you felt him move beneath you, carefully pulling out of you, and you were not going to think about the pang of disappointment you felt once he was no longer inside you. He gently ran a hand up your back and through your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple and murmuring. “Let me get rid of the condom, princess. I’ll clean up then come help clean you up, hm?”
The tender gesture and his softly spoken words made something in your chest clench. That post-orgasm clarity was starting to hit and kickstart an internal freak-out, but you took a deep breath and forced yourself to keep it as an internal thing rather than freak the fuck out in front of Seungcheol. “Yeah, no, that’s – it makes sense.”
He smiled at you – a smile you had never actually seen in-person – and there your chest went again. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck times infinity.
You were developing actual feelings for Seungcheol. You had developed them, if the warmth and the goddamn softness that consumed you when he smiled at you once more before heading into the bathroom was anything to go by.
You needed to –
You needed to think. Needed to process this.
“Uh, Cheol, I actually think – I just remembered I have a thing tonight,” you called out, climbing from the bed and searching around for your clothes.
You’d only managed to find your bra before Seungcheol walked out of the bathroom, a wet washcloth in his hand. His jaw was tight as he took in the sight of you, scrambling to find your clothes and get dressed. He paused long enough to grab the towel he’d been wearing from the floor and wrap it around his hips, then he was in front of you.
“Stop.”
“No, I really have to go. I’m already late, you know?”
He sighed and, hands on your shoulders, turned you and guided you to sit on the edge of the bed. “Sit,” he instructed again.
“Seungcheol, I –”
“If you’re gonna run away, we’re gonna clean you up first, princess.”
“I’m not running away,” you said like a liar. Doing your absolute best not to meet his eyes or pay attention to the fact that you knew you were a terrible liar, as the heat in your cheeks could attest.
“Really?” His tone said he didn’t believe you in the slightest.
“Yep! I mean, no. I mean, I’m not.”
“...Right. You’re going to go…wherever it is that you have to be right this second smelling like sex?”
“I – okay, so I’m going to be really late but I’ll just – I’ll stop by my place and take a shower.”
Seungcheol arched an eyebrow at you as you stood back up and walked around him – finding and discarding your torn panties. Finding your skirt, you quickly pulled it back on and then your bra. Excruciatingly aware of the man standing, arms crossed, two feet from you. The man you were under no circumstances supposed to want – to have sex with – let alone develop feelings for.
Fuck.
He followed you into the hallway, continuing on to the living area while you rushed to put your top back on and tuck it back into your skirt. You found him standing next to your purse, your phone in his hand when you made it out there. “What–”
You might be having trouble looking directly at him but he apparently was not suffering from the same affliction. Seungcheol, still carrying your phone, walked over to you, only stopping when he was close enough to lift your chin with a finger beneath it. He studied your face and you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze when it landed back on yours.
“When you’re ready to talk about this, call me,” he said finally.
“I don’t have your number,” you replied, swallowing around the lump that decided to develop in your throat.
Seungcheol’s lips twitched and he held your phone up. “You do now.”
“How did you even –” you started, taking the phone from him.
“I got your passcode right on the second try. You really should think about changing that, princess.”
“I – It’s rude to break into people’s phone, Seungcheol.”
“It’s also rude to run out on them after sex, but here we are.”
Ouch. That hurt, but he wasn’t wrong.
You winced. “I know. And I’m sorry. I just – I need to…think, okay? This was not how I saw my day going.”
“I know,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead then stepping back and nodding at the phone. “That’s why I put my number in there. Go. Think. Call me when you’re ready to talk.”
Oh you were so screwed.
So, so screwed.
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general taglist: @trashlord-007 @goodforgyu @junhui-recs
push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part one
summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.
pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader
word count: 8.4k (this part - the whole fic? uhhh tbd)
genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au
warnings/contains: camboy!cheol, explicit language, masturbation (m. and f.), usage of petnames (affectionate) and petnames (derogatory), general e2l antagonism and shenanigans, questionable decision-making.
a/n: this is part of the svthub collab. thanks to @sapphichui for putting it together and for being so gracious! special shoutout as well to @biaswreckingfics for being my second pair of eyes on this even if she doesn't read svt fic <3
svthub masterlists: hyung line and maknae line and official taglist form
general taglist: @trashlord-007, @goodforgyu
“Nope! James is a dick and we don’t gorge ourselves on ice cream over dicks.” Your well-meaning best friend, Lily, made this declaration as she grabbed the carton of Ben and Jerry’s from your hand and immediately went to throw it away. “We’re going to get you over this break-up with alcohol, neon lights, loud music, and dancing.”
Despite yourself, you had to bite back a laugh. “I’m not gorging myself, Jesus,” you argued, getting to your feet and following your friend. You rested your elbows on the island countertop and watched her dump the carton in trash then rinse your spoon in the sink. “One: I’ve had three bites and two: I realize he’s a dick. The AmeriCone Dream is less about my ex and more about me craving something sweet. Also three: The last time we all went out, we ended up getting on the wrong train and not realizing it until we literally made it to the end of the line and they kicked us off at like 2AM.”
That gave Lily pause. “...Point. We’ll just have to agree in advance that we’re sharing an uber home rather than risking the train! I’ll let Nari and Jess know the plan. Now. Go get dressed because we’re doing this.”
Your lips twitched and you let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.”
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Two hours later, you were in the middle of a crowded dance floor, covered in a sheen of – well, you’d call it sweat but your grandmother always said ladies don’t sweat, they glisten, so – whatever noun constituted glistening. Catching Nari’s attention, you gestured you were headed toward the bar and made sure she nodded her understanding of your intentions before making your way to the (relatively) less (at the moment) crowded bar area. You pressed your hands against the edge of the countertop then leaned forward to speak to the bartender when she stopped in front of you, having to almost shout your order for water and another rum and coke. At her thumbs up and movements to do just that, you shifted to sit on the stool while you waited, a hand moving from your peripheral into your line of sight drawing your attention.
You followed the hand up the arm, all the way up until your gaze met that of the unbelievably handsome man standing next to you, a wide, friendly smile on his face and his hand still held out to you. Having confirmed he caught your attention, the man shifted his hand into a slight wave and your lips curved up into a smile.
“Hello,” you said with an answering wave. Had you gone out that night with the intention of picking up or being picked up by someone? No. Did that mean you were going to not take this chance to talk to a random hot guy and see what happened? Also no. After how things went down with your ex, if nothing else, it was a nice validation.
“Hi,” he started, “I’m –”
“Sorry, buddy. She’s spoken for,” came an altogether too familiar voice, quickly followed by the man to whom that annoyingly familiar voice belonged slipping himself between you and Mister Tall, Dark, and Dreamy. Looking pleased as punch as he turned his body sideways to force the other man to step further back or risk being bumped into.
Seungcheol.
If you had hackles, they would be raised straight up. “I am not,” you said through gritted teeth. Forcing your gaze away from the bane of your existence, you looked up at the other man. “Please ignore Seungcheol. His favorite pastime is being an ass.”
That earned you an arched eyebrow and an amused smirk from said ass.
Unfortunately, Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous was looking back and forth between you and Seungcheol, then shaking his head and holding his hands up. “No, it’s okay. I’ll let you two do…whatever this is.”
Then he was gone and you were glaring at Seungcheol. “Seriously?”
He grinned, turning his body back around so he was facing you. “I’ve gotta look out for my best friend’s girl, don’t I?”
“Your best friend’s ex-girl, actually, and considering you’ve never looked out for me a day in your life, this is a really odd time to start.”
“Haven’t I?” His expression was unreadable, then, and your brows pulled together, baffled by his words and his demeanor. At least until he shifted right back into obnoxious, making a point to look you up and down before shaking his head and returning his gaze to yours. “Anyway, you’ll always be his girl to me, unfortunately. On the rebound already, though, ouch,” he said with a tsk that you could see more than hear, and that made you want to claw his eyes out but hey. It was nothing new. “That didn’t take long at all, did it?”
”Despite your…personal – and questionable – experience with reality, the rest of us live in the world where James and I broke up. And since I’m at least waiting until that’s the case to ‘rebound,’ of the two of us, I think I’m morally in the clear here.”
“What?” It was his turn to look confused.
“What do you mean, what? He didn’t tell you why we broke up?”
Seungcheol straightened his spine and your attention shifted down to where his jaw was clenched before you forced it back up to meet his, inwardly recoiling at the ire there. If you didn’t know for a fact the man hated you, you could almost think he was angry on your behalf. “Obviously not. What happened?”
You did know him, though, and he had made it very clear over the last eight months how much he disliked you.
You had never figured out why or what you’d done to offend him so much in the first ten seconds of your meeting that prompted him to ice you out. To continue to be cold and dismissive of you despite your attempts to understand and get closer to him in an effort to make things less awkward for your boyfriend. After all, James had nothing but good things to say about his best friend. Warm, affectionate, funny, loyal, trustworthy, dependable, kind. Those were adjectives you’d heard used to describe Seungcheol hundreds of times during the course of your relationship with your ex, and yet you had never met that version of the man.
Still, you had tried and tried until you finally had enough one day and just asked him what the hell his problem was, only to be met with a scoff and a drawled, “What’s the matter, princess? Need everyone to like you? Can’t handle it when someone isn’t paying you attention, hm?”
Your indignant gasp and (admittedly and sadly) shrill, “Princess? Are you kidding me right now?” had earned you a sly smile and him stepping into your personal space, tucking stray hairs behind your ear and crooning at you.
“Or is it just that you want my attention? For me to like you?”
You had slapped his hand away and balled your hands into fists at your sides. “I don’t want anything to do with you,” you had hissed at him, flushed with anger and offense.
Some small part of you had whispered that actually, you had wanted him to like you and to pay attention to you – not in the way he was implying, of course. As objectively good looking as Seungcheol was (you could admit it to yourself and had even had an initial moment of, ‘Oh no, he’s hot,’ when James had first introduced the two of you), he was an ass and you were hopelessly infatuated with James. But because he was your boyfriend’s best friend and you had wanted him to fucking like you, which wasn’t a bad thing!
His attention. That was maybe a little less noble, but it was human nature to want what we couldn’t have and the more standoffish he had been, the more you had wanted him to turn his attention to you. If only to prove that you could have it and there wasn’t something wrong with you that warranted being treated like a Leper.
“Oh? My mistake.” Seungcheol had chuckled and you had watched his gaze sweep over you, then toward the front door, which you both heard opening at that moment. James had gone to get lunch and the sound indicated he must have returned. Seuncheol had taken a step back, then, and turned his loaded gaze to meet yours. “Maybe you should pay more attention to what your boyfriend is getting up to than whether or not I ask you how your day is and tell you that you look pretty.”
After that…well, screw him. If he wanted to act like an ice prince and for you to act like a bratty princess, fine. You could and you would and you did.
Back now in the present moment, you gave yourself a mental shake and shrugged your shoulders. “He’s your bestie. Ask him.”
He looked like he wanted to argue – of fucking course he wanted to argue; since that day you confronted him, every interaction between the two of you had devolved into an argument or bickering until someone (usually your now-ex) either separated you or changed the subject. Fortunately, any argument he wanted to make was interrupted by the bartender placing your drinks on the counter in front of you and you handing her your card.
You could feel Seungcheol’s eyes on you as you paid and made your way back into the crush of people.
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Disloyal Douchebag [1:02AM]: Did you tattle on me to Cheol?
Disloyal Douchebag [1:52AM]: Wtf
When you finally got your phone back the next morning, Lily having confiscated it at some point during the night, the missed calls (three of them) and texts from James simultaneously made you want to laugh and your brain hurt. Made that part of you who had cared enough to spend eight months with the man ache. He could reach out when he wanted to complain about you inadvertently outing him for being a cheater to his best friend, but not to apologize for being a cheater. It wasn’t as though Seungcheol knowing would change anything.
Bro code and all of that.
Ignoring the sting in your eyes, you blinked rapidly and got up to go about your day.
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The rest of the weekend flew by, courtesy of your friends, so determined to keep you busy and distracted, and the inevitable, unavoidable, never-ending responsibilities that every functional adult had to take care of during those two meager days off. 10PM on Sunday night found you letting out a relieved breath as you finally flopped down onto your bed, spread out on your back like a starfish.
You stared at the ceiling, mindlessly counting the silly glow-in-the-dark stars you’d put up in a fit of whimsy last month, an impulse purchase from the gift shop at the planetarium. James had flaked (of course), but his friend, Jeonghan, made sure you knew you were still invited and encouraged you to bring one of your friends, too. His laugh when you’d asked if Seungcheol was going and the amusement in Jeonghan’s voice when he offered reassurance that he would make sure the other man was on his best behavior still made you smile. Actually, one of the worst parts about this whole thing was how much you liked some of your ex’s friends and how, given the whole break-up thing and that they were his friends first, meant you doubted you would get to see them again.
Groaning, you rolled over onto your stomach and buried your face in the pillow beneath your head. You reached out a hand to turn the bedside lamp off then drew the covers over you, telling yourself as you started to drift off that you could just text those mutual friends that you wanted to keep. Maybe they wouldn’t want anything to do with you, maybe you and James would have to share “custody” in the split, or maybe they realized he was trash and you would get to keep them. A very teeny, tiny, possibly sort of petty and vindictive part of you maybe hoped for the latter.
You break my heart, I take your friends.
But mostly they were just really cool and it would suck to lose them, too.
Except Seungcheol. James could keep him.
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By the time you made it to the following Friday, you were unbelievably relieved for the week to be over but also incredibly, intolerably bored. All of your friends were busy and, if you had to stare at your walls any longer or watch one more minute of television, you were going to lose your mind. Add in the fact that work had been determined to drive you up a wall and/or run you ragged in the past week, and your ongoing angst regarding your ex (who was also clearly determined to drive you up a wall, considering his random calls you had to ignore and the voicemails he left that vacillated between remorseful, “please take me back,” and “I don’t see what the big deal is/you’re overreacting, come on already,”), your general stress level was what any rational human being would consider not good.
And okay, fine. You were also horny, which you chalked up to a) not being able to have sex regularly anymore and b) hormones that always messed with you this time of the month and hadn’t got the memo regarding point a.
So there you were.
Alone on your bed, with your laptop in-hand, scrolling through thumbnails of live streams on some website you’d never heard of before – SVT Hub. You weren’t normally one for watching cam shows but that night you were curious enough to see what it was about. At the very least, while you weren’t in the room with the man on the other end of the line, there seemed to be some level of added intimacy and connection as opposed to mindlessly watching the same old, pre-recorded porn.
The first thought you had when you saw coups_d_éhot was, “Holy beefy arms, Batman!” S.Coups, which was his name according to his profile, didn’t have his face shown in the thumbnail, nor was it visible when you clicked through into his streaming page to view the pictures he posted. All of them captured him from the neck down, showing off those truly distractingly strong arms, as well as several of his torso which was just – Jesus, you could definitely see the appeal of watching him get himself off. You were just looking at pictures of the man and you wanted to lick him. Or claw up his back, which he had oh-so-graciously shown in one of his photos.
His tendency to hide his face was something you noticed continued to be the case as you clicked into the live stream, just starting. Biting at your lower lip, you let your gaze sweep over what you could see of him, sitting in front of his computer in an executive chair, upper body encased in a black turtleneck. Upper body really doing an amazing job at filling out that turtleneck, the outline of his muscles teasing at the fabric.
And look, you totally understood him not showing his face for privacy reasons. You did. God knew, you couldn’t even do it with your face hidden. It did feel a little weird staring at and possibly getting off to a man whose image was cut off at the chin, though. Yes, he was a camboy and was on the site to be looked at and talked to and hopefully, for his and his audience’s pleasure, but he was literally being – visually and physically, at least – reduced to his body. Guilt gnawing at your insides, you almost backed out of the page, when he spoke. His voice, deep and smooth, caught and held your attention. Vaguely familiar, some small part of your brain registered, but quickly pushed aside in favor of focusing on what he was saying and the screen in front of you.
“I don’t know about you, but it’s been a really fucking long week for me,” he said and you could see the rise of his chest as he drew in a deep breath, then watched it fall again as he sighed.
He sat up straighter in the chair and his voice practically oozed empathy when he spoke again. “Yeah? I’m sorry you’ve had it rough, too.” Logically, you knew he was responding to someone in the chat, but he could have been speaking to you and you felt that genuine warmth like a caress. “We’ll just have to make sure we take extra good care of ourselves tonight, hm?”
Okay, so maybe you could stick around and watch a bit. Just to see. Dragging the cursor away from the back button, you let your hands fall to your lap.
“Why am I wearing a turtleneck in the middle of the summer?” You could hear the grin in his voice as he read the words and let out a soft laugh. “That’s a good question! You don’t miss anything, do you?”
Thank God someone asked because you were only wearing panties and an oversized shirt and were already warm. Looking at him, you felt even hotter on his behalf.
“I got a new tattoo and, well – should I show you?”
Yes, you thought, as the chat box filled with enthusiastic echoes of that same thought.
He tutted and your gaze caught on the back and forth movement of his chin. “You know better than that. Ask me nicely, baby,” he instructed, voice pitched even lower and okay, fuck. You weren’t sure if it was the petname or the sternness, but you felt yourself clench and knew damned well you weren’t going anywhere.
Yes, please, you typed into the chat.
Watching tips notifications pop up in the chat, along with a resounding textual chorus of ‘pleases,’ you held your breath. Anticipating.
“That’s better. So polite for me,” he practically purred. “Manners get rewarded, don’t they?” His hands appeared on screen then, dragging the turtleneck up with them, until he had pulled it over his head and tossed it somewhere off camera, leaving himself bare from the waist up and your mouth dry.
Pictures did not do this man justice. Well, they did, but not enough. You weren’t even sure where to focus your gaze, too busy letting it sweep over the flatness and fitness of his abs, the slightest trail of hair starting at his belly button and disappearing into the sweats he wore. Back up to his chest and catching at his nipples, dusky and tempting and, if you’d wanted to put your mouth on them before, now that they were live and his thumbs brushed against them, a soft hiss escaping from between lips you couldn’t see, the desire to taste him and earn more of those sounds was an ache.
The movement of his hands drew your attention then, your gaze avidly watching one dropping to his lap, palming himself through the cotton fabric of his pants, causing your breath to catch in your throat and you to squirm on your bed, until your peripheral caught sight of his other hand sliding across his chest to trace over the tattoo on his neck. Black a stark contrast against his skin, soft brushes of ink that shaped a feather? A bird’s wing? Whatever it was, it covered the left side of his neck from just above collarbone to just beneath his jaw and fuck, it was hot.
“Thank you,” came his rough voice and you watched his throat move around the words as he responded to people in the chat. “Got it last weekend. Mm, been wanting to for a while, m’glad you like it, baby.”
Like might have been an understatement, if anyone asked you, but you kept that to yourself, along with the other thirsty and completely inappropriate thoughts you were having about the man. S.Coups, you reminded yourself. That’s what he called himself.
If you ever gave any thought to what camming might consist of and/or the possibility of watching it before, you would have said the talking and shooting the shit was probably just a waste of time. A ploy to drive tips and prolong getting to the point, which was the sexy stuff, wasn’t it? The naked stuff. Watching and listening to S.Coups as he engaged with the viewers, though, you sort of got it. He was a stranger about to get off on camera but, in these interactions, he was charming and it made the whole experience seem less generic porn-y and more…intimate. Like – face hidden or not – he was a real person sharing this part of himself with you. All however many of you.
He chuckled, then, voice laced with amusement. “It makes me look like a bad boy? I have my moments. You and I know how much you like it when I’m bad, don’t we? Like it when I encourage you to be naughty with me.” He punctuated his words with a groan, the hand palming himself giving a squeeze and causing his hips to jerk upwards. “You gonna misbehave for me tonight, sweetheart?”
Well fuck.
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You woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the curtains and a familiar ringtone coming from your nightstand. Slapping your hand out to the side, you groggily grabbed your cell and looked at the screen, a sleepy grumble escaping from between your lips when you saw Jess’ name lighting up the screen, which reminded you that you had brunch plans with friends that morning.
Rolling over in bed, determined to ignore the call and knowing you could get at least another ten minutes in before one of your friends called again or just showed up at your door, you yelped when your stomach landed on something hard, and your eyes flew open on instinct. They narrowed when you spotted your laptop, first in that still-half-asleep-what-is-happening sense, then in perturb at the thing that would dare to interrupt your efforts to ignore the day and drift back into dreams. Delicious dreams of a man, sweaty, strong hand gripping your hip, dragging your ass back into his thrusts, other hand fisted in your hair just hard enough for you to feel the pull, his voice a low rasp of your name into your ear.
Fucking cooing that you “needed this, didn’t you?” and “I know, princess. Gonna give you what you need, fuck, just like that. There you go.” You had been on the cusp of coming when the sun decided to so rudely wake you up and your stupid laptop that didn’t even belong there just had to be there to be hit. Why the hell was your laptop on your bed anywa– Oh.
Right.
S.Coups. coups_d_éhot. The unfairly sexy camboy – camman? cam man? – who seemed to know exactly what to say and how to say it in order to leave you panting, writhing, making a mess of yourself and your sheets, until you were begging him in the goddamn chat to let you come. Tipping him. You had never paid for porn a day in your life, and yet. Apparently, you were dreaming about him, too? Jesus. Whoever he was in his real life, he knew exactly what he was doing on that stream and for the sake of your wallet (and peaceful sleep), you needed to stay away from said stream.
Sighing and giving up on your bonus sleep, you swiped the screen to answer, pulling the phone to your ear and stating, “I need twenty minutes.”
Jess laughed and her voice was laced with mirth when she responded. “I figured. I’ll swing by Starbucks on my way and see you in thirty, sleeping beauty!”
You loved your friends. You really did.
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Despite your best intentions and several very strongly worded lectures to yourself, you did not stay away from the cam site. You made it to Wednesday night before curiosity and the metaphorical devil on your shoulder had you pulling it back up, scrolling until you found coups_d_éhot, hesitating all of ten seconds before clicking through and onto his profile. He wasn’t streaming that day, but he did have older videos you could pay to watch, which you did.
That night, you got yourself off to his low, rough voice telling you exactly how to do so. Edging yourself again and again until you knew that, if he had been live – if he had been in your bed with you, teasing you and drawing it out so long, with that casual amusement, the knowing in his tone, his words – you would have been cursing him and pleading with him to let you come. To either let you finish yourself off or to give you his fingers, his mouth, his cock.
Your eyes were riveted on the grip of his hand on said cock, hard and long and thick, precome gathering at the head. The way his thumb brushed over the tip, drawing the liquid down his length. The low groan he emitted when he drizzled lube onto his dick, the squeeze he gave himself as he started pumping harder, faster.
You lied there in your own bed, biting back said curses and pleas that he would never hear, your fingers not nearly enough to sate you but when he finally threw his head back, jaw clenched, and growled at you that he was “Gonna come, fuck, you’re gonna take it all for me, aren’t you, baby? Every drop.” His voice was a rasp as he commanded you to, “Come now. Let me fucking feel you squeeze it out of me,” and you fell apart, cunt clenching around your fingers, a needy whine pushing its way past your lips because he came then and as you watched him spill come across his abdomen, you wanted him to be inside of you on the most visceral level.
Friday night, again. You went to bed with your body still tingling, his voice still echoing in your head, sated and sleepy.
The rest of the weekend and the next week didn’t afford much opportunity to indulge and really, you needed to not get completely caught up in some faceless, real nameless man on the internet being the source of your orgasms.
The following Saturday (technically Sunday morning), still tipsy and wired despite it being 2 o’clock in the morning, you decided to say, “Screw it,” and pulled up your favorite camboy’s latest video. The datestamp indicated it had been recorded earlier that night, while you and your friends were very enthusiastically and tragically singing pop’s greatest hits. Well, what you all thought the greatest hits were. God, he had the tattoo in that one. You might or might not have sent him a private message telling him he was your favorite — your only camboy, if you were being honest (which you were) — that he was stupid hot (even if he never showed his face, you just knew and he should know), he really did make you want to misbehave, and thanking him for orgasms. Lots of them. Including the one you had right before sending said message.
That you might have but might not have sent. Because you totally wouldn’t do that.
(Except you definitely did.)
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August was always hot and you were by no means a fan of the heat, but you did love the beach and there was no better time to be at the beach than when it was hot enough to bake you just standing outside for ten minutes. After finding parking – easier said than done, the whole ordeal taking you forty-five minutes and causing you to seriously consider just going home and calling an uber to bring you right back – you and Lily finally made your way toward the sand and water, your lips pulling into a happy smile as you watched the people milling about, and the way the waves continuously rolled into the shoreline.
This was your happy place.
You heard your name being called and turned your head toward it, spotting and waving back at Jess, slipping your arm through Lily’s and dragging her forward to meet up with your other friends, who had picked a spot earlier. You hugged Jess and Nari, giving their boyfriends a friendly smile in greeting before you and Lily set your towels down next to theirs and dropped down onto yours.
While everyone chatted or stripped down to their swimsuits, you pulled off your own shorts and t-shirt, tucking the items into your bag and started searching through the bag for your sunscreen. You found it and were able to put it on for the most part, calling over your shoulder as you finished up on your face, holding out the bottle of sunscreen to your side so Lily could grab it from you. “Hey, get my back for me? I can’t reach it.”
“Ask me nicely,” came the drawled response in a voice that definitely did not belong to any of your friends and, in fact, gave you an unfortunate flashback to when S.Coups told the viewers exactly that, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine at the same time you spun quickly around to confirm your worst fears.
Seungcheol was standing over you, backlit by the sun, arms crossed over his chest, and his forever infuriating smirk in place. Staring at you expectantly.
“I – What the hell are you doing here?” you hissed up at him, looking around for your friends and realizing that while you were busy covering yourself in SPF 100, half of them must have wandered into the water and the other half were several towels down, looking very interested in anything but your current predicament.
“That is not asking me nicely, princess.”
His words drew your attention back to him and you refused to think about the way what would normally only piss you off now managed to piss you off and somehow send a bolt of lust through you. Well. You were seriously never watching coups_d_éhot again. Clearly he broke something in you, if you were responding to Seungcheol like this. Or no. It’s not even about Seungcheol, you told yourself. You were reacting to echoes of the camboy’s words, so that is what turned you on. The words were the same and they just – Seungcheol had a similar voice to him, was all. Actually, when you thought about it, their voices were uncomfortably similar. Between that and the middle of the night thirsty private message your intoxicated brain thought would be a good idea to send, you had yet another reason to avoid watching S.Coups in the future.
You were determined to ignore the lingering horniness that was obviously because of someone not the man in front of you. Clearing your throat, you put on your most pleasant, innocent, and so overly-that-it-wasn’t-even-remotely-believable contrite expression as you squinted up at the man. “You’re right. I am so sorry, Seungcheol. Would you please tell me what the hell you’re doing here?”
“You are such a fucking brat,” he said, lips twitching.
You grit your teeth as you watched him reach behind his head and draw his shirt up and off, rolling it up and dropping it onto the sand next to you before he crouched down in front of you. He rested one forearm on his thigh and held the other hand out for the bottle of sunscreen, still in your hand. “Lily invited Jeonghan, Jeonghan invited me. It’s hot. I said yes. Give it to me, hm? Unless you want to burn…?”
Vaguely, you were aware of his words. Aware of the fact that you should be annoyed and offended by being called a brat. Instead, your focus tunneled, the sounds and colors and movements around you fading into the periphery. Crouching as he was, shirtless as he was, and close enough that you weren’t blinded by the sun behind him, you had an up close and personal view of his bare upper body. On even the best day, under the best of circumstances, it would be distracting. You had never seen him without a shirt and, although he was your least favorite (okay, second to least, since James held the top honors) person on the planet, the man was built. His fucking arms? His chest? His neck with horrifyingly familiar black ink. That hadn’t been there before. You would’ve noticed. Wouldn’t you?
No, you would’ve. Definitely.
You forced your gaze away from the tattoo, letting it sweep over his torso again, then his jawline. No. No no no. Widened eyes stared at the feather design, starting at that same spot just above that same clavicle, ending in that same spot beneath that same jaw. You drew in a sharp breath as the realization that Seungcheol was S.Coups hit you. You hated this man and he hated you but you’d seen him naked and watched him pump his cock in his fist, heard him say the sexiest, filthiest things, while you fucked yourself to climax on the other side of the screen. Multiple times.
You had sent him a message – you had told him –
Oh fuck. Fuck.
“Careful, princess,” he tutted, moving closer and grabbing the sunscreen from your outstretched hand, leaning his face into your view and arching a brow at you. “Keep looking at me like that, I’ll start to think you like me and all the attitude has just been you trying to hide how much.”
Well that was a reality check, tearing you out of your thoughts and back into the moment. You jerked your hand back, glaring at him and trying your best to ignore the flush you could feel covering your skin. Trying to ignore how close he was and to not let your gaze keep dropping to his neck or his torso. Trying to pretend you hadn’t seen this man naked. Mortified, furious, and appalled. At least he didn’t realize you knew about his…nighttime activities.
“Like you? I do not –” you started, before realizing how loud you were being and pressing your lips together, then continuing much more quietly. “Maybe I just like your tattoo. It’s new?”
His gaze slipped from yours and toward where the tattoo was, not that he could see it, then he cocked his head to the side and you did not like the interest with which he looked at you. “Ah, right. That must be it. We’ll just pretend that’s the only place you were looking.”
You were going to hit him. You just were. The patronizing jackass.
Or you were going to die of discomfort and say something to somehow out yourself as one of his – fuck, one of his viewers. What you needed to do was put space between the two of you so you could wrap your head around this development and then never think about it again.
“I’m going in the water,” you said, pushing yourself away from Seungcheol and to your feet.
“You realize I haven’t put the sunscreen on you yet, right?”
“I don’t even care.”
“Sit down.”
“No.”
The way he clenched his jaw actually gave you a thrill that you refused to think about too closely. Instead, you flashed him an overly bright smile and turned away, ignoring the curses you heard him making under his breath or him calling your name.
You were able to avoid him most of the time there, making sure to be in the water when he was on the shore or on the shore when he made his way into the water. What you could not avoid was his gaze. That, you felt on you throughout the day and caught on you several times. The problem was you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him or looking for him, needing to be aware of where he was at all times in order to avoid having to talk to him and give him the opportunity to question you or fluster you. Because you were really fucking flustered already and were having a very hard time compartmentalizing. A task that was made even harder every time you looked at him, caught him staring at you, studying you, his goddamned eyebrow lifted and a smirk turning up the corner of his lips.
The thing was, you knew he didn’t know you had seen his…performances. There was just no way. You had watched him as a guest the first time and then used some super generic screenname to buy access to the videos and to message him from. As long as you – for real, this time – never went back to the site and never actually told him you saw him on there, it would be fine. If you could avoid ever seeing him or running into him again at all, even better!
From the looks Lily and Jeonghan kept exchanging and their not actually all that sneaky touches, though, you were definitely going to be in the same place at the same time with him again at some point. This was what happened when you got greedy and asked the universe to let you keep your ex’s friends. They started dating your friends.
A nudge to your arm dragged your attention away from the blossoming couple – or more accurately, Seungcheol’s back, where he was standing next to the blossoming couple – to the knowing grin Nari was giving you. “I thought you hated him,” she said.
“I do hate him,” you argued. “And he hates me.”
“Is that why you’re blushing?”
“Blush- I’m- I’m not blushing!” You sputtered, hands flying up to your face to cover your cheeks, cringing when you felt the heat there.
Her smile widened and she laughed, holding her palms up in front of her. “Okay, okay! For the record, though, you guys are both being extra weird today. And you spend a lot of time staring at each other for two people that supposedly hate one another.”
Sighing, you crossed your arms over your chest and eyed your friend warily. You wanted to explain but despite the enmity between you and Seungcheol, he clearly tried to conceal his identity during the streams, and you weren’t going to be the asshole who exposed him. “It’s…complicated,” you settled on.
When she responded with, “Mmhm, I bet it is,” you rolled your eyes affectionately and gave your friend a soft shove toward the coolers.
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As you settled yourself in bed that night, you turned off the lights and were plugging your phone into the bedside charger when a notification banner popped up on your screen, indicating you had a new email. Expecting the email to be a quick ‘send it to the trash’ type thing, as was usually the case when they came through at this time of night, you clicked through intending to do just that. Your eyes scanned the body of the message and you felt your breath catch when you realized it was SVTHub telling you that you had a new private message from coups_d_éhot.
Shit.
On the one hand, it was really nice that he took the time to reply to people who messaged him. Which – his whole persona as S.Coups was so different from the version of him you knew personally that the resulting cognitive dissonance made your brain error. It was weird and wrong and yet, so much more like the man everyone else described him as that it was also kind of infuriating. Even strangers on the internet got to meet thoughtful, warm Seungcheol! Apparently, you were the only person on the planet who didn’t.
On the other goddamn hand, his response meant Seungcheol had read your thirsty DM. Thank God he didn’t know you were, well, you.
You weren’t going to read his response. You weren’t. You told yourself exactly that even as you clicked on the link in the email that would take you to the message on the website.
[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 10:43pm:
Thank you for the sweet message, princess. I’m honored to be your favorite (only) camboy and love to hear you’ve been able to make yourself feel so good while watching me. ;) Don’t be a stranger in the chats. Tell me what you need and share those orgasms with me.
Reading that was a mistake. Squeezing your eyes shut, you did your best to ignore the flush creeping across your cheeks and down your neck. Seungcheol didn’t know he was talking to you but you sure as hell did and the idea of sharing your orgasms with him filled you with a warmth you weren’t going to acknowledge. You bit at your bottom lip, weighing out whether it would be worse to reply and then disappear forever or just ignore the message.
The guilt gnawing at your insides had your fingers moving to the keys, trying to type up something that would allow you to gracefully exit stage left while also acknowledging him and not leaving the guy on read.
[princess_peach] to [coups_d_éhot] 11:05 pm:
As appealing as that sounds, I don’t think I’m comfortable sharing my orgasms with you AND the rest of the chat haha. Thanks for getting back to me and not treating me like a giant weirdo for watching and messaging a stranger!
There. That was a totally reasonable response! You were about to close the screen and log-out when another message popped up.
[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 11:06pm:
You’re cute. Shy, huh? I get that. Tell you what, peach. If you ever want all of my attention to yourself and to share with ONLY me, let me know. I don’t usually do private streams, but I have before, and you and I could talk about what that may look like.
Your next inhale was sharp, eyes staring at the words on the screen as you squirmed in your bed. A private stream? You forced your eyes shut and quickly closed the tab, then shoved your phone face down on your nightstand. That you considered it for even a second was inexcusable and, frankly, bewildering. He wasn’t just some nameless, faceless, random man on the internet. He was your ex-boyfriend’s best friend! He was the bane of your existence! You were his best friend’s ex-girlfriend and he couldn’t stand you.
If Seungcheol knew it was you on the other end of his messages, he would be horrified. And probably kill you. At the very least, he would go out of his way to be even more of a pain in your ass. So no. You were going to erase this whole thing from your awareness and pretend it never happened.
Starting now.
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You ran into your ex at the store on Wednesday and found yourself floundering. James had been there with the woman he had cheated on you with, even, something you had hoped to avoid ever having to encounter in person. Feeling frustrated and a little brittle, hurt and angry – with him, with yourself for still caring and allowing yourself to be affected by him, you needed to do something. In your defense, you had called your friends first and they had been able to talk you down from that something being completely impulsive and excessive.
Idea number one had been to pack a bag, get on a plane, and move to Boston, Augustana style. If you didn’t love Lily as much as you did, and know she loved you just as much, her laughter as she shot down that plan would have had you pushing back more. Idea two was to swear off men entirely, for the rest of forever, which you thought was pretty reasonable, all things considered. Jess and Nari reminded you of all the things you actually really loved about men, though – at least, men not James – and they had a point. Lots of guys were not cheating douchebags and there was no way you would give up forever all the stuff that came with dating them.
So fine.
You made plans with them to meet up over the weekend and hung up the phone, feeling better. Mostly. The old saying that the best way to get over a guy is to get under another guy snuck up into your awareness and wouldn’t leave, and at this point, you were starting to seriously consider the strategy.
Which left you with two options: tinder or getting gussied up, going out, and trying to pick a guy up. Tinder was a goddamn nightmare and a curse upon every single woman in the universe, however. It would also involve you then having to still get gussied up to meet them and presumably sleep with them. And even if you found someone on there, or if you put in the effort to go out to find someone the old-fashioned way (which, really, going out by yourself to a club or bar sounded awful), there was zero guarantee the guy could get you off.
Okay, option three was to table options one and two for now, possibly revisit option two over the weekend when you and your friends went out, and just focus on orgasms. Partnered and yet…not. Your fingers were still curled around your phone and you tightened your grip, drawing in a deep breath. You tried to tell yourself that messaging Seungcheol back, asking him what exactly was required for and what was the expectation for private streaming, was not an option.
It wasn’t quite as rife with the potential for life-altering consequences as an impulsive move, but it was a very bad idea.
First and foremost, Seungcheol didn’t know you were princess_peach but that did not mean he wouldn’t find out, especially if you did things to single yourself out from his other viewers and put yourself into a one-on-one virtual situation with him. You hoped and would assume the site protected the names and other private data of viewers as well as performers, but assuming had made an ass of you many times. Even if that was protected, and even if you did your best not to say anything that would give you away, it wasn’t a guarantee he wouldn’t find out you were you.
Secondly, if he found out, you could honestly make the argument at this point that you hadn’t known he was S.Coups when you watched him and got off on doing so. Despite the fact that he hid his face and didn’t use his real name, there was always the risk of someone he knew stumbling upon him – it just so happened to be you in this case. If you messaged him now, arranged for him to share a private stream with you, to put on a show for you while you chatted with him and touched yourself to the sight and the sounds of him, you would be doing so knowing who he was, purposefully hiding your identity and withholding that same knowledge from him. At the very least, it seemed like a violation of…fairness? If he found out afterwards, he would be pissed and you wouldn’t have a leg to stand on because you knew it was wrong.
Also, you reminded yourself, I can’t stand the man, so why am I even considering this?
Because, the fact of the matter was, he was different when he was acting as S.Coups. He – and you would only admit this to yourself – was always hot, but when he wasn’t actively being an ass or doing his best to get under your skin, he was also not the worst. Fine. He was actually very attractive in more than the physical sense. That’s as much as you were willing to give.
Maybe you would message him and he would say, ‘Sorry, that’s not an option anymore, but here’s some other streamers I can recommend if you’re into that!” and all of this would be a moot point.
[princess_peach] to [coups_d_éhot] 8:34pm:
Hi! Is talking about a private stream still on the table? If not, I totally understand. I’m sorry I didn’t reply earlier. I wasn’t really sure how to respond but I’m definitely interested.
That was not a lie.
[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 9:16pm:
There’s my shy girl. It’s on the table, yeah. Why don’t I send you a sheet I drew up that explains how it works? You can take a look at it and tell me if it’s something you’d like to move forward with.
[princess_peach] to [coups_d_éhot] 9:24pm:
Your shy girl, huh? I know I claimed you as my favorite but I didn’t realize the claiming went both ways. Noted. ;) And yes, please. I’ll take a look and get back to you asap.
Jesus Christ, you were flirting with him now.
[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 9:27pm:
I think we both know I don’t share well, don’t we, princess? You’ve seen my shows. If we’re going one-on-one and getting to know each other that well, you’re definitely gonna be mine. File is attached, so read it and let me know. [attached: 1 document]
Jesus Fucking Christ, you were flirting with him, he was flirting with you, and you liked it.
The shiver that went through you, the wave of heat you felt reading his cocky, possessive words, should probably be a sign you were heading into a danger zone and the last thing you should do was to go through with this. Probably should but if it was, you ignored it in favor of scanning through the document he’d sent, already knowing you were going to agree. It was just a transaction. He did this with other people, too, so it was fine. Totally fine! You were just another, uh, customer. Seeing the cost of a private session, your eyes nearly bugged out of your head, but it wasn’t like it would bankrupt you and you were all-in on this questionable decision-making now.
You messaged him back, agreeing to the terms and the cost, signing the form he sent over confirming such and giving SVTHub permission to charge your card upon initiation of the private stream, and establishing a day/time for said stream. Tomorrow night at 8pm. For one hour, S.Coups – Seungcheol – would be all yours.
Hand to God, if he ever found out you did this, you were going to flee to Boston. Or Antarctica. Somewhere you never had to face him or anyone who knew the both of you again.
summary. it’s been months since you've seen mark in person. when you have no choice but to be around him because of a wedding, you start to feel as if fate likes to see you suffer.
or, alternatively:
maybe fate just wants to see you happy.
pairing. rising actor!mark x fem!reader, feat. hyuck and ryujin
words. 9.4k
genre. exes to lovers; fluff with lots of angst sprinkled all over
warnings. reader has anxiety, honestly she’s a little bit miserable but i think we can forgive her for that, alcohol consumption, i asked my friend what the agents name should be and we both thought linda would be funny (sorry if your name is linda), cliche kdrama drunk scene bc i can
you were frozen in time. mind completely empty. the literal embodiment of ‘not a thought behind those eyes’. it took a solid 45 seconds of ryujin calling your name before you snapped out of it and looked at her again through your phone screen. she was frowning at you and you couldn’t help but mutter under your breath a small, “shit.”
clearing your voice you apologized with a smile this time.
“i knew she’d react like this,” ryujin said to the other person sharing the space on the phone screen.
“i know… look,” donghyuck said to you after turning away from his now fiancé. “i told mark that he’s my best man because he’s my best friend, but i also told him to try and keep his distance. we both want the both of you there for us.” donghyuck was pouting a little, probably because he always got his way when he did that but you were mostly looking at ryujin. she was happy and you could tell, but her eyes were worried for you. and who were you to ruin this time for her?
“oh, of course babe. i can handle this, no worries at all!” you forced the smile to meet your eyes, hoping she’d buy it. she didn’t. but she admired your bravery in the moment and didn’t press you further.
“i’ll let you know the details, you’ll have to fly back home so don’t worry about the dresses or anything. i’ll take care of that for you!” she chirped.
“ryu, no! if i’m the maid of honor then i should help with this stuff!” but ryujin was already waving her hand dismissively.
“just focus on getting here, it’s going to be expensive enough to get plane tickets, let alone the back and forth. so we’ll make it one trip for the wedding and i’ll facetime you for everything.”
“at least let me plan the bachelorette party,” you argued. and ryujin smiled brightly at that.
“i wouldn’t dream of taking that away from you.”
after a few more minutes of honest congratulations and eye rolls for donghyuck, you hung up the phone and you sat back on the couch while you stared at the picture that was the home screen. running your hand through your hair, you sighed heavily. the picture of mark leaning against the short wall of the ice rink as he was laughing hysterically was staring back at you, the moment captured during your one year anniversary date. you had fallen while ice skating and he spent the first two minutes laughing before he pulled himself together to help you up. you had been recording at the time and it was your favorite picture.
even though it had been two months since you had left, you still didn’t have the heart to change it. just like you didn’t have the heart to fall out of love with him. this wedding would be the second hardest thing you’d have to do.
you took everything that you had originally thought back. this would absolutely be the second hardest thing you’d ever have to do.
when ryujin sent you the seating arrangement for the wedding and let it slip that you’d have to walk with mark down the aisle, you nearly cried.
you did cry, actually.
luckily you knew where the letters were on your keyboard so you were able to type out a ‘sounds good to me, babe :)’ without actually seeing since your watery eyes were making the keyboard all but disappear.
you angrily brushed them away, getting so frustrated with your emotions and scolding yourself because you would have to get this under control in three months time. you still didn’t understand the rush of the wedding but it wasn’t your wedding to plan therefore you had no say in the matter. shaking your head you went back to your laptop to search for plane tickets to korea when the late night show’s host saying mark’s name caught your attention and you quickly whipped your head up to watch the tv.
“tonight we have with us, the up and coming star whose debut movie will be releasing this friday, mark lee!” the audience clapped and the thought of reaching for the remote to turn off the tv did not cross your mind; the idea of getting to see him aside from the random magazine cover made your heart ache but in that moment you wanted to brave the ache if only to get to see a smile from him.
mark walked on the set and waved at everyone, a bright smile on his face that you had been waiting for. his blue blazer complementing his black hair, and you couldn’t help but think about how handsome he looked. you were far too entranced to tell yourself to turn it off now.
“so!” the host said, clapping his hands together as mark took his seat adjacent to him. “welcome to the show.”
mark nodded along, “thank you for having me.”
“the pleasure is all ours, isn’t that right?” the host said to the crowd and they began the applause all over again. you noticed mark’s ears turning a little pink and you knew he was getting a little overwhelmed with the love from strangers.
“your debut movie dive into you, your very first role as an actor nonetheless, was making waves,” the host paused with a raised eyebrow while the crowd - and mark - laughed at his pun; then continued, “of the sundance festival. how did it feel to win awards so soon after wrapping up production?”
mark smiled and nodded along in answer, “it feels like it’s not real honestly, but also like my hard work has finally paid off. i never really thought i’d be here. i never thought i’d get to see this part of my dream come to pass but here i am. i can’t help but feel nervous, but also excited, you know? the director, cast, and crew were all welcoming and amazing to work with. i’ll truly remember this moment forever, and be grateful for it.” the host nodded along with mark as he answered his question at length, and then as he spoke the hosts lips pursed and he began tapping his chin.
“you said something very interesting just then, mark,” the host commented and mark raised an eyebrow at him suddenly looking around trying to figure out what it was exactly that he had said, as if the audience could help him find it.
“what? did i accidentally cuss and not realize it?” mark gave a nervous laugh and you couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness. you were happy to see that although he had achieved his dream, he was still the same mark.
“oh no! and besides. it’s late night tv, you’re allowed to cuss here and there,” the host laughed a little before leaning forward on his desk and mark leaned closer as if they were going to share a secret.
“what i was curious about, and i’m sure what everyone else at home is curious about as well, is what you meant exactly by ‘this part of my dream’? what’s the other half… or whatever fraction of your dream that hasn’t come true yet?”
and mark’s eyebrows rose, “ahhh, that…” he hesitated while he scratched the back of his neck.
“i just meant… um, i just meant that the other part being that i wish that my- my friends were able to be here and celebrate this milestone with me.” mark was lying through his teeth, you could tell because as he said the word friends, his nose scrunched a little and that was always how you knew he was either lying or withholding something. but these people wouldn’t know that about him, and the shows host accepted the answer immediately. his face gave a look of understanding and almost concern.
“oh yeah, you came from korea for this movie, didn’t you?” and mark nodded in answer.
“yeah, they’re all back home supporting me but it’s okay. my best friend is getting married in a couple of months so i’ll be able to celebrate then with them in person!” and the host grinned widely at mark and then the camera.
“well that makes me happy for you, mark, truly! oh, and it looks like that’s all the time we have for tonight. everyone go watch dive into you when it releases in theatres this friday!”
the credits began to roll and mark was shot smiling and clapping, leaning over to say something to the host that the camera mic didn’t catch as the show ended. seeing his smile and being happy like that made the heart ache worsen, and you rubbed at your chest trying to ease the metaphorical pain. you weren’t sure if you were ready to see him. you weren’t sure if you’d be able to keep it together for this whole thing.
after landing in korea you connected to the wifi of the airport only to receive one message from ryujin.
5:50 pm my baby 👭: mark will be picking u up from the airport, hyuck and i had last minute kinks to work out for the wedding but i’ll come and get u tonight for the bachelorette party! i’m so sorry 😞
she even had the nerve, the audacity to send the sad emoji but all you could do was feel your heart racing from anxiety. so you quickly typed back in a panic -
that’s ok! i can just take a taxi, no need for mark to come!
but she answered immediately as if she were waiting for your response, and her only message was, “he’s already there!”
and you were going to fucking kill her. you were absolutely going to murder her before she even got the chance to step one toe down the aisle. you didn’t even bother responding to the text, your anxiety and frustration making an uncomfortable mix in your chest and if you weren’t already thirty seconds from a panic attack, your phone buzzed again and with sweaty palms you checked it.
6:05 pm ml 🐯🥰: ryujin gave me your new number, sorry if this is weird. but i’m outside in the blue car, take your time though.
6:06 pm ml 🐯🥰: this is mark, btw
you internally screamed as you read the message over and over again, the contact name being another thing you also didn’t have the heart to change like your wallpaper, truly thinking you would never see it pop up again. you abruptly sat on the nearest bench as you waited for your checked luggage to arrive at the baggage carousel, the people who were standing around you edged further away from you. flashing you concerned looks at your apparent mental break down, but you could hardly even blink. you felt your heart rising in your throat and you tried to breathe through your nose and out through your mouth.
you tried slowly counting to five.
you tried breathing in for a few seconds and breathing out slower.
as you sat, you tried every calming technique you could think of.
it wasn’t until an elderly lady placed a gentle hand on your shoulder causing you to jump slightly and she gave you a kind look.
“everything is going to be okay,” she said as she gently rubbed your back and then just… walked away. the sudden appearance and disappearance of her making your panic halt in an instant in the distraction.
then the carousel whirred to life, and you had to rush over to haul your bag off of the moving belt before you had to wait for it to come around again. you really should have let it circle around a few times, but that idea came to you after you had already set the suitcase on the ground.
the kindness from the older woman, and the knowledge that you would be able to thoroughly murder your friend in a few short hours helped you to steel your nerves as you exited the airport and quickly found the blue car mark was driving.
it was easy to spot because he was literally leaning against it while he stared at his phone. you hesitated a moment, taking him in and god did he look good in those jeans and that sweater. the thoughts getting away from you before you could stop them but immediately scolded yourself.
steadying yourself with a quick breath, you rolled your suitcase up to the trunk and he jerked his head up at the sudden movement.
“oh, hi. i was waiting for a response from you- but, uh, um, here! let me get that.” he said quickly as he reached for your bag to help you heave it into the trunk but you put your hand up to stop him, taking a step back to create space.
“it’s okay,” you said, a little too curt with him. “i can do it myself.” and mark instantly deflated, your heart jumping at the need to fix that look.
no, you scolded yourself and internally forced your heart to still. he’s not yours anymore.
you made sure of that.
mark stepped back and let you lift up the heavy suitcase yourself, dropping it ever so gracefully in the trunk. you closed it and tried not to make eye contact as you moved around mark to get into the passenger seat. when you shut the door you couldn’t stop yourself from looking in the side mirror to see him frown and he shook his head at himself. you breathed a sigh of relief out. the ‘ripping off the bandaid’ part over and done with.
he got in to his side of the car smoothly, and you prepared yourself for an awkward silence the entire ride to the hotel.
“we’re staying at the same place, so that’s cool!” mark said casually, trying to create some form of conversation, of peace. you didn’t respond to what he said, instead opting for a different approach.
“you didn’t need to come and get me,” you said quietly as you stared at the passing cars on the road.
“i wanted to,” he said just as quietly, and you flinched internally at what sounded like sadness. he said your name, and then hesitated. after a few moments of silence, you saw his reflection in the window shake his head slightly as he decided against saying whatever it was.
“never mind.” was the last word uttered of the drive.
the tension weighed heavily on your already wounded heart.
fate had it out for you. she must really enjoy screwing you over. because what you kept thinking would be the hardest part… kept continuously turning out to absolutely not be the hardest part, as if she were taunting you.
exhibit d:
“what do you mean my reservation was canceled?” you asked the hotel concierge for the third time in a row, causing her to sigh in frustration at you, finally cracking her happy persona she had to wear for her job.
“ma’am, i really don’t know how else to explain it to you. it says here it was canceled, and your room was already booked by someone else.”
“well unbook it!” you insisted, all but yelling out at that point, completely fed up. “i didn’t cancel my reservation, so it must have been a system error. isn’t there anything you can do to fix this?”
“i’m sorry,” the woman said again. “we’re fully booked for a wedding that’s taking place in a few days.”
“i-“ you paused pinching the bridge of your nose tightly, taking a moment to deeply inhale. you were going to have to google better calming techniques. “i. know. because i am in that wedding!” you hissed between clenched teeth and when the woman reached for the phone in fear, to call what you presumed was the security, mark stepped in suddenly. he leaned against the tall counter, and his sudden closeness made you jerk your head up to make eye contact with him.
“i booked a suite with an extra bed, it may be a little… um, awkward but the bed is yours if you want it.” his ears were turning red, but his voice sounded genuine. as if he truly meant his offer and god you wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and never come out. knowing your options were limited to this or staying with your parents who lived two hours outside of the city, you really didn’t have any other choice.
fate was absolutely fucking with you just because she could, was the only thought on replay as you were getting ready in the bathroom for the bachelorette party that night. considering you had slept on the plane, you weren’t tired yet and you figured you’d be able to sleep off the jetlag with a nice hangover before the rehearsal dinner the next evening. putting the final touches on your makeup, you looked at yourself in the mirror.
you could do this.
you could do this.
you could do this.
you repeated those three sentences like a mantra to yourself over and over, trying to give yourself the confidence to leave the room and be in the same space as mark again, but it seemed like the universe had different plans as your inner musings were interrupted.
“you look… really pretty.” he said in the entrance of the bathroom, his body blocking the only exit from the room. you looked down to avoid the eye contact in the mirror he was giving you, and muttered a quiet, “thank you.”
he paused a moment more before saying your name, for the second time since you had seen him, and hearing his voice saying your name in that way as opposed to the first time… it almost made tears spring to your eyes.
“i just wanted-“ he started, but for the first time since you had been told of this wedding, something (because it definitely wasn’t fate) decided to take pity on you and give you a break because at that moment you got a text from ryujin.
9:45 pm murder victim (1) 🔪: here babe!!
and you instantly sighed in relief. cutting mark off from what you were sure he had spent the last hour building up the courage to say, you turned on your heel and said, “ryu’s here! gotta go.”
you brushed past him to exit the hotel room, not even noticing that you had forgotten the door key on your way out.
you spent the first twenty minutes of the night scolding the hell out of ryujin in the back of the uber and she just took it with a grin.
“and just what is so funny?” you huffed at her, crossing your arms and allowing your brows to stay furrowed.
“it’s almost like the universe is telling you to get back together.” she sang, and wiggled her eyebrows at you. you threw your hands up in exasperation, drawing eyes from the driver through the rearview mirror. giving a slight bow of apology to him you turned back to ryujin only to roll your eyes at her.
“no, the universe likes watching me hit a newly discovered rock bottom. we’re not getting back together and i’m sure he’ll be happy to have me gone once your wedding is over.” ryujin only shrugged and you didn’t hear it when she muttered, “i wouldn’t be so sure.”
when the uber dropped you off in front of the first club of the night, your sour mood dispersed in a second as you headed inside.
you and ryujin, along with her other bridesmaids in her party, heejin, yeji, and jimin had bounced from club to club and you had thoroughly drank your cares away. you were no longer thinking about how fate was a bitch. you were no longer thinking about the doom and gloom you were feeling.
you were no longer thinking about mark.
except that last one was a lie because he was the only thought that occupied your brain through the night, so much so that ryujin had to cover your mouth with her hand to stop your rambling about him.
but as the dawn crept closer and closer, all of you were calling it quits. yeji had lost a shoe somewhere along the way and jimin had left thirty minutes before, taking a whiny yeji with her; heejin was finally getting into her uber after ten minutes of drunkenly explaining that no, she wasn’t in the building the street over, and yes the gps was actually wrong. it just left you and ryujin as you waited for donghyuck to come pick you up, knowing he was on standby for the designated driver role of the morning. ryujin held your hand and affectionately laid her head on your shoulder. you copied the action and turned so you could hug each other and sway back and forth, the scene cute if not for the fact that anyone watching could tell that you were both heavily intoxicated if the giggles coming from you both after each dramatic sway were any indicator.
“you know everything is gonna be okay,” she slurred a little too loudly in your ear and the phrase made you think of something but you couldn’t quite remember what it was.
“i know,” you giggled at her, grinning brightly and you both squeezed each other tighter. you couldn’t remember in that moment what needed to be okay.
“hey, that’s my future wife! if you wanted her you should have proposed first!” you both turned to see donghyuck smiling widely, as he leaned across the center console to be able to tease you both out of the passenger window. you answered by sticking your tongue out childishly at him and ryujin answered by kissing your cheek with a loud, exaggerated smack, leaving a red stain on your cheek from what was left of her lipstick.
“i could have had her years before you even knew her, and i’ll have her years after you. remember that!” you said while pointing your fingers at your eyes and turning them on him. he rolled his eyes and sarcastically mimicked your response before motioning for you both to get in the car.
the drive back to the hotel was quiet and for the first time that night you checked your phone.
11:03 pm ml 🐯🥰: hey, i just noticed you left your keycard to get back in the hotel
12:00 am ml 🐯🥰: i’ll sleep with my phone off of silent, just call when you get back and i’ll let you in
2:15 am ml 🐯🥰: please be safe, let me know if i need to come get you
your heart fluttered at his messages and you drunkenly smiled at how he still cared. you covered your mouth to hide your smile but the sober one in the car didn’t miss the way your eyes lit up in a way that neither he nor ryujin had seen on you in five months. he could only smirk to himself as he drove, promising to himself to tell ryujin about what he saw the next morning.
you stumbled your way down the hallway, stopping and taking off one shoe as it was rubbing your foot painfully. then after a few steps you realized how silly it was to walk with one heel on and you clumsily leaned against the wall to pull off the other shoe. arriving to the door, you giggled at the idea of getting to call and talk to mark.
mark was here, with you.
you were here, with mark.
something you’d never thought would happen again and it made your heart soar. giggling again at that thought you pulled out your phone. hitting the call button, he picked up after the third ring and you sighed as you leaned against the door frame, allowing it to hold you up.
“hello?” his voice was raspy from sleep and it made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“hi,” you giggled once more, and you internally smacked yourself this time.
play it cool or don’t talk yourself into sounding like an idiot, you told yourself.
“hi,” he parroted back to you. “are you okay? do i need to come get you?”
“yeah, can you please?” and you heard rustling through the phone.
“okay, i’m on my way. where are you?” he didn’t hesitate. he didn’t even sigh. he didn’t seem annoyed by having to help you. he seemed… almost happy in the way he said his words. as if you could audibly hear the smile. but maybe that was the alcohol letting you hear what you wanted to hear. you heard him walking around in the hotel room through the phone, and saw a light flick on from the little sliver of a gap under the door.
“on the other side of the door,” you smiled, laughing a little harder at your own joke and the door jerked open to reveal mark in all his sleepy glory. shirt wrinkled and hair sticking out at in odd directions. his relief, however, made way to his smile and he couldn’t help but stare down at you for a moment… but you, you were definitely still drunk. and who needs inhibitions to tell you not to do something anyways? not you, that’s for sure.
“my pretty maaaark!” you sang, as you threw yourself against him, or well, fell against him would be a better term for what happened.
he froze at the sudden affection from you, arms raised at awkward angles above your body before allowing his arms to lower and hug you back gently.
“i’m so sleepy, mark.” you slurred against his chest and you nuzzled your cheek against it, thinking about how soft this shirt was. he huffed a small laugh and pulled you further into the room so he could close the door.
“okay, let’s get you to bed then. c’mon.” and he helped you walk (in reality he half carried you) towards the shared bedroom.
“mark,” you called his name again softly. he glanced down at you and he noticed you were already looking up at him, arms still wrapped around his waist.
“mm?” he answered as he navigated you finally over to the bed.
“i’m so happy,” you said to him and somehow, fate again you assumed - that bitch - you simultaneously tripped over your own drunk feet and tumbled back onto the bed. your arms that were still wrapped around his waist gave him no choice but to fall with you, or well, on top of you. he caught himself instead of crushing you, an arm on each side of your head, caging you in.
he looked down at you and your body acting off it’s own accord by gripping his shirt tightly at his waist. you couldn’t help but stare at his face for a few long seconds, eyes going from his eyes, up to his hair, down to his lips, back to his eyes, and then back to his lips one last time.
“and why is that?” he asked, bringing you back to the moment before you tripped. and although your eyes had drifted back up to his eyes, he noticed that yours started to slowly flutter closed, as if you were fighting sleep but the alcohol was winning. your bright smile you gave him while you were thinking of the answer made his heart beat fast, but the words you said next made it stop entirely.
“because i get to be here with you, even if it’s just for a moment. i missed you so much, my mark, all marked in my heart.” you laughed softly again at your own joke, referencing back to a pickup line he had given you that made you say yes to his first request of a date. he couldn’t help the melancholy feeling that overcame him as he looked down at your sleeping form, the alcohol finally taking you from awake to asleep within seconds.
“i’m happy too,” he whispered though you didn’t hear it.
the next day, you surprisingly slept well considering it was 3 o’clock in the afternoon and you were still in your clothes from last night. the curtains were drawn tightly as to not let any light in, and you groaned at the headache that pulsed behind your eyelids. you knew the room was empty based on the the silence and you were grateful for it as you felt embarrassed by your actions the night before. why the hell would you say that to mark? if you wanted him to hate you, well, you were doing a damn good job of solidifying that. you searched for your phone amongst the blankets and pillows to check your messages.
11:15 am murder victim (2) 🔫: mark said earlier that you forgot your key, hope you ‘got in’ okay ;)
11:30 am murder victim (1) 🔪: hi babe, how’s the hangover? the rehearsal is at 5. text me when u get up, ily 😘
11:47 am ml 🐯🥰: i put tylenol by the bed with some water, i would have ordered you food but didn’t know what time you’d be getting up. see you later
your heart gave way at the kind gesture as you flipped on a light switch and squinted at the brightness, quickly finding the medicine and downing it in one go to quickly turn off the light again.
maybe he wasn’t hating you like you thought.
you gave yourself thirty minutes to try and let the headache lose the battle with the medicine you took and finally rolled out of bed to take a shower, doing everything you could think of to keep mark and his never ending kindness off of your mind. you got ready in record time, and somehow made it to the rehearsal on time with five minutes to spare.
you ran through the wedding fairly quickly, and you most certainly did not blush as mark took your arms in his to walk you down the aisle for the practice run. besides that, you didn’t get a chance to look at mark until it came to dinner with the wedding party for the night.
fate, and you couldn’t say you were mad at her this time, had allowed mark to sit next to you during dinner.
“so mark,” yeji had said as she stuffed a piece of broccoli into her mouth. “what’s it like being famous now?”
he groaned in answer. his hand moved ever so slightly to the right and his pinky was suddenly touching yours. your eyes widened but you didn’t move your hand away, allowing his hand to rest next to yours. it felt like something from middle school when you would get excited over your crush, your eyes laser-focused on where you were connected.
“i mean, of course i’m happy to have found success in it.”
success.
that word alone sent you back to The Moment five months ago.
success was all that you wanted for mark, you were happy to watch him as he acted on set. with the way his schedule had been lining up, you hardly saw him. so when you suggested that maybe you could spend the day with him on set while he worked, he didn’t say no to you. it made you happy that he made you feel like he was fitting time in with you even if he was insanely busy.
you missed spending time with him, and you really… just… missed him. his absence making your worries and self doubts grow more eminent but you were both usually good at communicating so it wasn’t a constant worry, but the worry was there all the same.
mark had just left you to begin another scene, leaving you sitting in his chair that was off to the side and you couldn’t stop your eyes from following him around the room, watching his interactions with his cast mates.
a body landing into the chair next to yours caused you to jump and you turned to see his manager sitting next to you, leaning to the side to be just on the verge of invading your space. she was a stone faced woman, perfectly presented down to the red polish of her nails.
you had only met her a few times but she seemed… nice enough. you couldn’t deny that she worked hard to get mark solid chances and auditions so you appreciated her as mark did.
the situation at hand made you uncomfortable for some reason though, your gut telling you to move away from her.
you didn’t listen.
“so,” his manager began slowly, not making eye contact with you, instead her eyes were following mark as yours had been doing moments before.
“so…?” you prompted when she didn’t begin speaking right away.
“we need to talk… and i’m taking the initiative because mark’s too kind and won’t do it.” this caught you off guard entirely. mark was keeping something from you? you were both good terrible secret keepers with each other and this seemed so unlike him.
but, you thought, his manager was with him when you weren’t so maybe…
“oh…” you said, and finally his manager made eye contact with you. the cold stare she was giving you sent shivers down your spine.
“look, sweetie. this… this relationship you have with mark. it isn’t working.” and she patted you on the shoulder as if this were good news. “it isn’t going to work for his image or his future. you know you’re holding him back from the future he could have. the future he deserves. why do you want to burden him any further than you already have?” she asked, voice dripping with a sense of sweetness that screamed condescension.
you stilled at that instantly. the thought that you may have been the problem the entire time you were together… that you were the reason as to why he couldn’t get auditions… you would be lying if you said it hadn’t crossed your mind.
“but mark never said…” you argued weakly, playing with your fingers all while trying not to make eye contact with the woman sitting next to you.
“of course he wouldn’t, dear. he knows you’re too… fragile.” she sneered at the last word, her disdain for you being glaringly obvious as the conversation carried on. your anxiety made you fragile? mark had talked about you to her?
when you didn’t respond right away, mind racing, mark’s manager stood up.
“if you want to be selfish, and ruin his chances at success then that’s fine. just know any future failures would be on you. if you truly loved him, you’d do this for him. you’d leave.” her voice changed sharply within that sentence, the word selfish becoming a thicker blanket on top of burden in your mind and it was like you couldn’t breathe.
the anxiety stemming from the words she had just said - the fears you had been harboring for months, the thoughts that you had been smothering like a fire in the back of your mind suddenly roared to life, and the sudden heat was too hot for you to handle in the moment.
the idea of mark possibly resenting you in the future for things you knew were out of your control, it shook you… and it was minutes of spiraling into yourself before you realized that his manger had been long gone and the director had called cut.
mark stopped by where you sat for a brief moment to tell you that he had to go to the the hair and makeup trailer and he would be back soon. the fact that he didn’t tell you that he loved you with a quick kiss like he usually would being the final nail in the coffin for you in believing every word.
you got up and left the set that day, going to your shared home with mark and realized there wasn’t much that you wanted to take anyway. your heart was shattered and everything you’d take would only remind you of him.
you had packed a suitcase, and sat for a long time contemplating if you wanted to leave a letter but then ultimately decided that if he was already feeling burdened by you, you’d be doing him a favor by not making it hard on him. or well, any harder.
allowing that memory to play all the way through for the first time since seeing him made you feel as if reality had punched you in the stomach, and it sobered you up quickly. the heavy weight of your anxiety was back and it settled on your chest. the bubble of happiness you felt at the slightest touch, at the first sight of him after being apart from him for so long… all gone in an instant.
remember you’re the burden, you did this for him, you chided yourself sadly in your head. you were the reason why you both were estranged.
you gently moved your hand away to rest it in your lap. mark cut his eyes to you suddenly but you missed the glance and you missed the way he was still looking at you as he said, “but i’m just happy to be here with you… with all of you again.”
he tore his eyes away from your face to look at yeji and she smiled knowingly, eyes darting from mark to you. the room felt small to you then, almost suffocating. the sudden appearance of someone to the table brought you to the present.
“dessert will be coming out soon,” the waitress said to ryujin.
your appetite was gone entirely, and you had to get out of there. you leaned over and whispered in ryujin’s ear that you loved her but you were heading up to the room. you felt the tears were coming, because reality was the bitch this time instead of fate.
the kindness mark was showing you during all of this was making your heart ache and it was bringing up the pain that you desperately fought off for five months. excusing yourself from the table, you told everyone goodnight and made a beeline for the elevator that would take you up to the room.
stepping inside and punching the floor number, you hit the close door button frantically and bit your lip to try and keep the tears from coming as long as possible. the doors were almost closed when a hand suddenly blocked it and it opened again, revealing mark and he stepped inside, awkwardly coughing at the dramatics of it all.
you stepped to the side of the elevator and didn’t look up from your fingernails that you played with to avoid eye contact at all costs. the awkward tension filled the elevator thickly and you could feel mark’s stare boring holes into the side of your head. when the elevator finally dinged with the arrival of your floor, you’d never felt more grateful for the annoying sound.
all but running from the elevator, you headed to the room only to realize that, fuck, yes you were actually staying in mark’s room and no, he wasn’t riding the elevator for fun. his steps sounded behind yours and you pointedly didn’t say a word to him as you both entered the room. his presence didn’t deter your tears that had been threatening to spill, in fact it only made them more prevalent and it was taking all that you could do to not let them fall. the click of the door being shut made you flinch a little in anticipation of what came next, and mark cleared his throat.
“so, um…” he began, hesitating while trying to find the right words on how to approach this before continuing. “i think - i think we should talk. you said something’s last night and it… it really has me confused and i just need, no, i deserve an explanation.” when he finished his sentence his words sounded pained.
you did guess that you owed him an explanation.
but you didn’t want to give it to him.
the same way you felt you deserved one as well, but you didn’t want the confirmation.
“i’m sorry, mark.” you said, voice barely above a whisper. and it was the only thing you had to say in that moment, anything over three words and your voice would have cracked. you kept your back to him as you walked over to the bathroom and shut the door, not wanting to see his face during this.
you really were a coward, you thought.
you heard mark approach the other side of the door and stop.
“you’re- you’re sorry?” he asked, and then with a hint of sarcasm, he finally decided to bring up the biggest and obvious elephant in the room. “you’re sorry for what? leaving or are you sorry for what you said last night? are you going to tell me you didn’t mean it now?” and you could only shake your head even though he couldn’t see.
“all of it.” you choked out.
“all- ha, all of it?” his laugh was dry. your silence was answer enough.
“you left me. you left me without an explanation. without a single note and then you changed your number! i thought you had just left the set but i came home to find you gone. what could i have possibly done that would have deserved that? what did i do?”
“it’s…” you started from the other side of the door, tears falling at the desperation in his voice. but mark was on a roll, months of pent up frustration and sadness finally boiling over.
“you were there with me and then you weren’t and you hurt me, y/n. you absolutely broke my heart, you know that? i almost quit the movie entirely.”
“if you had, then it would have been for nothing.” you cried from the other side of the door.
“what are you even talking about?”
you flung open the door suddenly, mark taking in your tear stained face, your eyes red and bloodshot.
“i left you for you, mark.”
“i don’t-.”
“you said i broke your heart, but i broke my own first. i left you for you!”
“i never asked you to do that!”
“you didn’t have to! she did it for you. i left so i wouldn’t hold you back anymore. i was holding you back, i was burdening you, i was keeping you from the successful career you worked so hard to achieve.” you placed your hand on your chest and took a deep breath, “i admit that i was a coward in not waiting, but i couldn’t handle hearing the confirmation of it all from you. so i did it for you, i left so i wouldn’t be selfish.” you spat out the last word like it was poison, the word that had been torturing you these past five months, all while pointing your finger at mark as if to drive home your point.
“she-? you… selfish? what the hell are you even talking about?” he asked, eyebrows fully drawn together in confusion. you scoffed.
“don’t act as if you hadn’t talked to her about me. about how you couldn’t tell me any of this because i was fragile.” your mouth twisted with that sentence, and your emotions didn’t know whether to be angry or sad. so you continued to cry because, yeah, that would cover all the bases.
marks mouth clicked shut as things started to come together in his mind. pieces falling into place and then he was suddenly livid.
mark was silent for a moment, his lips pursed and his eyes thunderous - you could only assume that fury was directed at you considering his eyes never left yours, and you swallowed nervously.
“y/n…” mark started slowly, his voice dropping dangerously low in his anger, “who exactly do you mean when you say the word ‘she’?”
you hesitated a little, never knowing mark to get this angry.
“your… manager.” you murmured and mark’s jaw clenched, and you felt your anger dissipate entirely as his took over. as the seconds ticked on, you watched as mark reached into his back pocket and withdrew his phone, he only broke eye contact for a second to click the name he was searching for and he brought his eyes back to yours. your eyebrows drew together in confusion.
who would he be calling during the middle of the argument - and finally you heard it when the other person answered the phone and you could recognize that sickly sweet voice anywhere. your jaw dropped and you made to stomp away when mark used his other hand to gently hold onto your arm, pulling you a bit closer than you were before to stand in front of him.
“mark, honey, i’ve been waiting for you to call! how’s korea? you just have to tell me all about it.” she asked loudly through the phone and you frowned at the way she spoke to mark.
“korea’s fine,” he chirped politely as if his eyes weren’t telling you otherwise. “my family is well, the wedding is going as planned, and linda, you’ll never guess who i ran into!”
“oh do tell, you know i love the gossip.” she laughed through the phone and you saw mark’s eyes darken.
“y/n.” the anger in which he said your name, but it not being directed at you, was both a relief and worried you at the same time.
the deafening silence from her end was answer enough for mark.
“and she told me the funniest story,” snark dripping from every word, “hilarious actually. but i think i’d rather hear it from the horses mouth, you know?”
“look, mark, sweetie, i’m sure she misunderstood or she must have been confused by our conversation that day, i only meant to tell her-“
“what?” mark interjected. “tell her that she was burdening me? holding me back? that i called her fragile? i think that’s exactly what you meant.”
she hesitated before answering, but her answering tone was the same as she used with you that day.
sweet condescension.
“well, yes. she was bad for you,” she said shortly.
“oh no, i disagree entirely. i think the one bad for me, was in fact, you.” and she sputtered on the other end of the phone and you couldn’t help the small upturn of your lips to hear her at a loss for words, the smile not going unnoticed by mark if the softening of his eyes were any indicator.
you realized in that moment how you let your anxiety and self doubts ruin something that was perfectly fine to begin with.
linda scoffed, the haughty sound coming in loud through the phone’s speaker.
“oh, please. you’ll thank me someday when you’re big and famous, dating some supermodel. someone at your level of fame.”
mark was silent, his eyes taking in your face and he knew how hard hearing things like this must have been for you. he knew of your insecurities, and he thought he did his best to reassure you but he realized the one time it mattered most, he let it slip through the cracks.
he realized his lack of presence in that moment ruined what you both had.
linda took his extended pause as agreement with what she was saying.
“see? you know that i’m right. anyway, mark, honey, let’s-!” mark cut her off mid-sentence.
“no, what i know… is that you’re fired.” he said calmly, and your eyebrows raised and your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to argue - yes, you hated the woman but she had helped him with his career. mark lifted the hand that had been gently holding your arm to place a finger on your lips, effectively shutting you up with a smile on his face.
linda screeched through the phone, an abrasive noise that sounded awfully like a dying cat.
“you can’t fire me, you ungrateful d-.” and mark hung up the phone, tossing it onto the counter of the kitchenette behind him.
you swallowed thickly now at the sudden silence that fell over the room. mark moved his hand from your lips to wipe the tears that had ran down your face earlier and you avoided eye contact with him then at the gentleness of his hands.
“mark, i…”
“you said you loved me, so you left. did you stay away because you loved me too? change your number for the same reason?”
you nodded, “i thought i would be making it easier for you…”
“do you still love me now?” your eyes snapped back up to his. you decided to be truthful.
“i can’t do anything but love you.” mark’s smile at your answer ignited butterflies in your stomach.
“and i…” he said stepping closer into your space, reaching down to hold your hand in his as he brought it to his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm that you could feel. “i have no choice but to love you.”
you felt tears well up again in your eyes at his admission, and you bit your lip to try to keep them from spilling over.
“you still… are you still in love with me?” your voice quivered, and you cleared your throat trying to tame the burning sensation that came with holding back your tears.
“without a doubt.”
“well, if you really do love me… if you love me like i love you then…” you looked between his eyes to his lips, and as you blinked the tears you had been holding back fell. and mark tilted his head, his playful smile making you smile with him through the tears.
“then kiss me.”
mark didn’t waste any more time, one hand tangling itself in your hair and the other cupping your jaw tenderly and you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling his body flush against yours. five months of anger and sadness and longing pouring out in the movement of your lips. you were crying still but the tears were more out of happiness this time and mark continued to kiss you through it. he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, lips centimeters from yours, his breath hitting your lips and you closed your eyes, both of you breathing heavily. his voice was soft when he spoke.
“five months spent wasted because i didn’t reassure you enough, i’m… i’m so sorry, y/n.”
“and five months gone because i was too afraid to talk to you… i’m sorry, too.” and you opened your eyes to see he had tears in his eyes this time and you let out a small laugh.
“did you miss me that much?” you joked softly, eyes shining with the happiness that you had pushed down finally seeping through.
“shut up,” he groaned and swept in to kiss you again.
that night, neither of you slept alone in your separate beds.
the next day found you and mark, surprisingly (to everyone else) friendly, almost flirty, with each other and it didn’t go unnoticed by everyone else in the wedding party. ryujin walked down the aisle to an overjoyed donghyuck and the proceedings went on without a hitch.
the reception was loud, and a bit wild as after the first dance, no other slow song was played. ryujin and donghyuck made it feel like you were clubbing, and if you danced with mark a tiny bit provocatively, no one seemed to notice or care.
during one of your breaks from dancing while you stood near one of the tables, you felt a hand tap on your shoulder and you turned to face them. once you saw their face, your jaw dropped.
“it’s you!” you couldn’t help the gratitude that laced your voice.
the old lady from the airport stood there, the wrinkles from years of smiling showing proudly on her face.
“see, i told you everything would be okay, didn’t i?”
you nodded, smiling and you couldn’t help yourself when you leaned in and gave the woman a hug.
“grandma? you know y/n?” it was mark’s confused voice that came from over your shoulder, coming behind you to rest his hand on the small of your back.
“oh, not really…” she gave you a secret smile, and continued, “but mark, dear. do tell ryujin and donghyuck it was a beautiful wedding for me, i’m sorry but i’m too old to stay up with the younger crowd nowadays.” she patted mark on the arm and said goodnight to you both, leaving you with a wink. mark looked back and forth between you and her and you only shrugged in answer, and you pulled him back out to the dance floor with a smile.
eventually, the night had to come to an end though, but not before the traditional throwing of the bouquet. you were pulled onto the floor with the other bridesmaids and the second ryujin tossed the flowers over her head, the other girls dispersed leaving you to be the only one standing to catch it. you were confused at first but when ryujin gave you a knowing smile, you couldn’t help but laugh at their group effort. and so you turned around to find mark smiling at you and clapping at the edge of the crowd, and you smiled brightly at him as if he hung the stars himself, newfound confidence in every step as you walked up to him.
you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him fully in front of the guests who remained, mostly the small group of friends who all knew each other well. mark wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you slightly off the ground, while your friends cheered dramatically behind you.
breaking the kiss you smiled at mark before he set you down, and both you and mark turned and caught sight of ryujin and donghyuck sharing a highly triumphant high five.
it all clicked then, every step had been planned by your cunning best friend… and you couldn’t even be mad anymore.
how could you be, when it all turned out to be okay?
you sat at the table of celebrities like you belonged there, no longer feeling as if you were the misfit amongst them.
a year and a half had passed since ryujin and donghyuck’s wedding and with it came changes.
all of them, you could say, were good.
you battled your anxiety and won… well mostly won, you still had your moments but the second you called mark for reassurance, he was there in an instant with gentle words of affirmation, which you discovered was your love language.
you and mark got married six months after donghyuck and ryujin did, and mark’s reasoning was sound in his opinion.
“i spent five months apart from you, and i think i’ll die if i have to do it again. so i’m locking you down, babe.”
you couldn’t argue with him on that.
and now this moment, the moment where upon hearing mark’s name being called you stood up and cheered, clapping a little louder than the famous people next to you. mark kissed you quickly before running up on stage to receive his award.
it wasn’t an oscar… yet.
but the golden globe would do.
his speech went as he rehearsed with you in your bedroom in the off chance he won. being nominated was enough for him, he had said but you encouraged him to have a speech prepared, just in case.
you had no doubts he would win tonight.
you were right.
his speech was coming to an end, something you could quote with him word for word, until you heard him derail from what he practiced beforehand.
“and i just wanna say the biggest thanks of all to my wife. who, without her, only half of my dream would have been achieved,” he gestured the award to you and the smile he wore was lighting up his entire face. “without you, this wouldn’t matter at all to me. so this one’s all for you, babe. thank you.”
you stood and clapped again, accepting mark back to his seat with an excited hug.
fate - well, ryujin - may have had it out for you, but it was okay in the end.
WARNINGS … TOXIC relationship. this is a bad, codependent, parasitic relationship i do not idolize nor condone this kind of relationship by any means. abuse of power. corruption kink. religious themes. throat/face fucking, aggressive at that. reader is restrained at one point, nothing crazy. fingering (fem receiving). jaehyun isn’t a great guy. please let me know if i missed something! MINORS DNI.
NOTES … i wrote this fic literally years ago as a chanyeol fic lol! again, mind those tags as this is a darker kind of piece. hope yall enjoy! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡
Jaehyun was like a burning building you wanted to get out of but couldn’t find your way out because the smoke was so thick and heavy. The horrifying part wasn’t that the building was burning down or that your lungs were burning from the smoke, oh no no, it was that you didn’t want to get out.
You wanted to burn to the ground surrounded by Jaehyun.
You can’t explain how you got yourself here pinned down in the backseat of his car, dress riding up dangerously high on your thighs, and your baby hairs plastered to your forehead from the sweat that harbored there.
Hot. It was so hot in his car. Suffocating almost.
That probably wasn’t from the heat, that was probably due to the large boy weighted on top of you, his large hands holding tightly onto the lacey fabric of your dress. You loved this dress. It was a pristine white and had the prettiest lace pattern you had ever seen. You wore it every Sunday. Today was no different.
The boy’s lips stayed attached to your neck as you laid there, complacent, your hands rested barely on his waist. You were scared to touch him. You didn’t know what was right and what was wrong. Jaehyun pulled back from your neck to look down at your face. You just blinked up at him, letting your hands move from hovering over his waist to rest heavily on his broad shoulders.
Jaehyun was so big. It was stupid you two kept making out in the cramped backseat of his beatup old car. If you felt confined, you couldn’t imagine how Jaehyun must’ve felt.
synopsis | You know you’re in trouble when your heart starts beating a little faster around Lee Haechan, professional flirt and someone any of your friends would advise against falling for. Then why are you standing in front of his door at the dead of night, lured by his offer of games, marijuana, and quality time with the man himself?
content | gamer!haechan, coder!reader, fluff, angst, language warning, drug usage, suggestive
wc | 5.1k
song | let’s get lost — g-eazy ft. devon baldwin
a/n | wish i could put into words how much i adore the vibe in this fic :(( hope you enjoy it just as much and leave any and all feedback at the end, i love reading your thoughts <3 ly
summary: you’re volunteering for this year’s vacation bible school, and wooyoung’s little brother just so happens to be in your group. is it wrong of him to use kyungmin as his wing man? eh, who cares. wooyoung is just determined to get you to fall for him before the week is over, and he’ll do whatever it takes.
word count: 10.5k
warnings: light smut!!! afab reader. wooyoung is whipped.
pairing: frat boy! mark lee x f! reader
genre: college! au, frat! au, fluff, angst
word count: 9.1k
summary: you hardly talk to any of the members of nu kappa tau until you go to one party and now, all of a sudden, they’re all so eager to chat with you and tell you all about their “brother,” mark lee. (alternatively: four times mark’s friends tell you about him and one time you ask them about him).
warning(s): alcohol use and underage drinking, cursing, backstabbing, sort of but not really love triangle
author’s note: the handful of frat parties that i’ve gone to inspired this but unfortunately, no cute frat boys like the ones here. also this is not proofread so please forgive any mistakes
playlist: crash landing by nct 127 • nonsense by sabrina carpenter • disaster by conan gray • be by my side by crush
