𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: choso takes pride in fucking you after a big win.
⤷ “fuck~ keep sucking me like that, baby” choso groaned shifting his hips as bit as he sat on the edge of the bed while you were on your knees infront of him. your warm mouth wrapped around his dick as you hollowed your cheeks to deep throat him.
you gagged a bit as his tip hit the back of your throat. one of his hands bruised lazily held your head to help guide as you used yours to help balance yourself on his knees. the sounds of your slurps and his occasional moans filled the bedroom that you two shared.
tears filled your eyes as you continued to deep throat him, nose slightly touching his pubic hairs. your tongue glided along his shaft as he twitched inside your mouth. you finally slid back up to his tip only suckling on the pink plush mushroom top. the salty yet tolerable taste were on plastered on your tastebuds as you softly moaned.
“shit, tell me how proud you are of me” he groaned bucking his hips a bit in your mouth, softly biting his lip. your saliva and his pre-cum coated the corners of your mouth down to your chin as you obeyed him.
“mmh, you did sooooo goooddd~ baby” you moaned taking your mouth off of his tip with a softy pop as you began licking slowly up and down, tracing every vine on his dick as she shivered.
“yea? you liked the way i handled that shit?” he roughly pulled your head back by your braided ponytail, watching as your plump two toned lips let out a whimper. you nodded, wanting no more than to get back to pleasing him. “i want a verbal answer” he tugged a bit at your hair as he watching you whine from the tug.
“yessss~ you did so good daddy~” you took it upon yourself to get back to pleasuring him. moaning and whining as you continued sucking his dick as he went back to guiding you. “ ‘m so proud of you cho~” you moaned pulling back from dick as you wrapped both of your hands around it, twisting and gliding your hands up and down his shaft. choso rolled his head back with a moan as you watched him licking your lips tasting his semen. you smirked with half hooded eyes as he became vulnerable from your touch.
“fuck~ keep doing that baby ‘m gonna cum” he whimpered bucking his hips into your hands you tightened your grip on his girthy shaft “come on daddy you can do it” you replied placing your mouth back over his lip, sucking on it. sliding your tongue over his slit. “agh~ fuck i’m cumming” he groaned. sweat trickled down his forehead to his neck. his thighs clenched as he shot his load into your mouth. the warm substance filled your mouth as moaned in satisfaction.
you made sure to swallow up all of his cum before letting go with a loud pop. you sat back on your knees with lazy eyes and messy hair as choso took his time to catch his breath. his dick glistened in the bedrooms and moons light with your saliva and his cum dripping down to his balls. his dick laid limp against his stomach.
“shit, we’re not done yet baby….i won remember?” he smugly smiled watching as your eyes widen.
“ngh~ slow down choso” you whined as your head was being pressed against the pillow with a heavy hand as your arms laid helplessly flat on the bed. your back arched perfectly as you slightly drooled from his good powerful thrusts while giving you back-shots. you whimpered feeling him smack your ass with his unoccupied hand.
“nahuh, i won tonight you’re gonna take this shit” he thrusted roughly against your plush ass as you felt like the wind was getting knocked out of you completely. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip. sweat dripped from his forehead and rolled down his cheeks as his other released your head. his chiseled chest flexed with each thrust as he grunted. he placed both hands onto your hips slowing down a bit.
looking upwards towards the mirror on the ceiling seeing the way your bodies connected together. he smirked bending down, pressing his back against yours and began speeding up his pace. you moaned loudly as his one of his hands wrapped around your neck and help it up. he kissed and suckled on it while forcing you to keep your head up. your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the pleasure was all too good to you as you fucked him back. his tip constantly hit your g-spot as you clenched around him.
“tell me how good im making you feel right now” he whispered in your ear giving you deep and hard thrusts. you only let out a whimper looking up at the mirror. his grip tightened around your neck. “i said, tell me how good IM making 𝙢𝙮 pussy feel” he demanded. “ngh~ you’re fucking me so good choooo” you cried becoming undone as his thrusts never subsided.
“yeah? you gonna let me fill this pussy up, huh?” he slowed his thrusts to a moderate speed as the sounds of your cum coating his dick made itself known as strings of it connected between you both. “gonna let me impregnate you?” he asked, “yessss~ give me all of it” you whined starting to fuck him back again. “anything for you baby” he smiled continuing to destroy you with his powerful thrusts.
a few minutes passes by and you’re being filled with his semen. you both sighed in union as you felt his warm cum in your stomach. he stood there for a more seconds just helping you both ride out your releases before steadily pulling out and laying onto his back. cum dripped from your pussy and onto the bed as you tried catching your breath along with him.
어느 ─── You get so caught up in a smut chapter you were reading, that you didn't even hear your boyfriend calling you're name until he snatched the book away from you.
You lay across Riki’s bed, the afternoon light slanting through half-drawn blinds.
Your legs tucked under the blanket he’d tossed over you earlier.
The game controller clicked steadily from his desk chair, the low rumble of his voice barking out to friends filling the room.
Seven months of this easy rhythm, dates that ended with forehead kisses, face masks shared on the couch, laughter that never once tipped into anything more. You loved that he never pushed. Until today when curiosity decided to strike your core.
The book in your hands had started innocently enough, a recommendation from a friend, but the as the chapters go by you’d stumbled upon a page that almost knocks the air out your lungs. The girl in the story straddled her partner’s face, hips rolling, his hands gripping her thighs as she took what she wanted.
Heat pooled low in your belly. Your thighs pressed together without thinking, the fabric of your shorts suddenly too thin. You read the next line, then the next, lost in the wet sounds the author described, the way the heroine used his mouth like it belonged to her.
Riki’s voice cut through once, then again. You didn’t hear. The third time he said your name, his chair rolled back. The book vanished from your grip.
“Hey,” he said, half laughing, half curious. “What’s got you so—”
His eyes moved across the page. The laughter faded. He kept reading. You reached for the book, fingers brushing his wrist, but he held it higher, scanning the lines you’d just devoured. When he looked at you again, his expression had shifted—surprise mixed with something darker, something that made your pulse jump.
“Naughty little girl,” he smirked, voice low. “This what you’ve been reading about while I’m here?”
You opened your mouth, closed it. Heat flooded your face. He set the book aside, stood, and came to the edge of the bed. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “That’s what you’ve want?” he asked. “to ride my face?”
The words hung there, explicit and direct. You open your mouth to protest, to deny, but the heat pooling between your thighs betrays you.
“Speak up mamas, tell me want you want?”He says as one eyebrows raised demanding you to you your voice.You can only let out a desperate yes, which causes him to smirk with ego written all over his face.
He pulled the blanket away, grabbing your ankles and dragging you toward the edge until your ass is barely resting on the mattress. His hands slide up your legs, fingers brushing the hem of your shorts, and he looks up at you with that wicked glint.
“Look at you, all needy” He taunts. He’s pulls your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, tossing them somewhere behind him. The cool air hits your bare skin, and you gasp, instinctively trying to close your legs. But He holds them open, thumbs stroking the soft inner flesh of your thighs.
“Lie back,” he commands, but it’s gentle, a request wrapped in certainty. You obey, letting your head fall back onto the pillow, watching him through half-lidded eyes. He crawls up, positioning himself between your legs, then lies flat on his back, head nestled against your thighs. His face is right there, inches from your cunt, his breath warm against your slick folds.
Your knees settled on either side of his head. The position felt exposed, vulnerable, exactly what the book had promised. Riki’s hands slid up the backs of your thighs, gripping firmly. He looked up at you, eyes dark.
“Come on, baby,” he says, voice muffled but clear. “Straddle my face. Show me how you imagined it.”
Your heart hammers. You’ve never done this before. But his hands are steady on your hips, guiding you, and the need inside you is too strong to resist. You shift, knees sliding on either side of his head, lowering yourself slowly, your pussy hovering over his mouth. He looks up at you, eyes dark and hungry, and gives an encouraging nod.
You lower yourself the last few inches, and the first contact is electric—his tongue, flat and warm, pressing against your clit. You jolt, a moan escaping your lips, and he grips your thighs tighter, anchoring you as he begins to explore. He licks slowly at first, tasting you, teasing, then his lips close around your clit, sucking gently.
“Oh, fuck,” you breathe, your hands flying to the headboard for support. You rock your hips instinctively, grinding against his face, and he groans in approval, the vibration sending sparks through your core. His tongue moves with purpose now, dipping between your folds, lapping at your entrance before flicking back to your clit. He’s relentless, alternating between soft kisses and firm, broad strokes that make your knees tremble.
You look down, and the sight of him—your boyfriend, his face buried between your legs, eyes closed in concentration, lips slick with your arousal—drives you wild. You start to move with more confidence, riding his face in earnest, your hips rolling in a rhythm that feels natural, primal. He matches your pace, his tongue never faltering, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass.
“That’s it,” he manages to gasp out between licks, his voice thick with lust. “Take what you need, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
The praise sends a wave of heat through you, and you moan louder, your grip on the headboard tightening. You can feel the pressure building, that familiar coil tightening low in your belly. You speed up, grinding harder, and he takes it all, his tongue plunging inside you, curling, then dragging back up to your clit, where he sucks and nibbles gently.
“Riki… I’m gonna…” you whimper, but you can’t finish. The orgasm crashes over you, sudden and intense, making your whole body shudder. You cry out, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you ride out the waves against his mouth. He doesn’t stop, licking you through every pulse, every tremor, until you’re gasping for breath, collapsing forward onto your hands.
He gently lifts your hips, letting you slide off to the side, and you lie there, panting, your skin flushed and tingling. He rolls onto his side, facing you, his chin and lips glistening with your wetness. He grins, licking his lips.
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ smut drabble , military husband Jaehyun finally home.
a/n: I had to do a quick smut of jae like ugh, he’s finally back!
warning: breeding kink, daddy kink ( used only twice), dom!jae, enjoy !
You felt the summer heat on your skin as you stood by your car, a cute pink lunchbox in hand that had a small vanilla cake inside. You didn’t want to come empty handed, it was like a welcome home gift that you made with excitement and love.
You bit your bottom lip feeling nervous, glancing around at the other families, friends, and lovers standing around waiting patiently.
Your mind was going crazy, mainly thinking about if your sanity will be present when Jaehyun is finally in front of you. Like let’s be honest, in desperate times where you’re just in the need for his touch you found it painful, phone calls from your husband was only making you more needy.
So now that he’s finally discharged, you might drop the cake and just have a full on makeout session with your husband without care.
You hear the metal gates open, getting you to finally look up seeing soldiers carrying duffle bags glad to be out. Each person screamed or cried hugging their significant other.
You glanced around looking for your husband, and it took a while for you to realize that the man walking towards you was in fact your husband.
Jaehyun’s signature dimple smile was all it took for you to look at him in shock— well that and the fact that he’s gotten even more buff and big.
“You look shocked to see me.” He raised an eyebrow laughing a little at the way you couldn’t even form a sentence, shamelessly looking at him up and down.
“What’s that pretty?” His finger grazed the pink lunchbox in your hand, you blinked a few times registering that he was talking to you.
“O-oh, it’s a cake I baked for you.” You said softly averting your eyes from his forearms that were showing since his uniform sleeves were rolled up nice and neatly.
“Really? Thank you baby.” His voice came out smooth like honey making you go even more insane, watching the way he carefully took off the lid while you held the lunchbox.
His smile made you melt, he took two of his fingers and scooped up some of the white icing, bring it up to his mouth and licking them clean, humming in the process while holding eye contact.
Yea sanity long gone.
Your breath hitched as you averted your eyes from him, feeling hot. Jaehyun nodded his head before pulling his fingers out his mouth with a soft pop.
“Can’t wait to eat the rest of it.”
In your mind you heard something different, you quickly smiled before taking the lid out of his hand, “I think it’s time to go.” You said voice coming out higher than you expected and Jaehyun was enjoying every second of it.
He watched you turn around heading towards the passenger side, wanting Jaehyun to drive y’all back home which he gladly did, “God I missed you.” He mumbled moving quickly to the driver side, ready to leave the military base and back home.
“Fuck baby I missed you.” He mumbled, but this time he let out a groan watching the way your ass clapped back against his pelvis as his dick hit deeper.
Your moans were heaven to him, missing your whine and cries as he fucked you. He gripped your hips tight feeling you squeeze him.
“Fuck pretty keep squeezing me like that and ima cum quick.” He warned, but it only had you spiraling even more, squeezing again.
Jaehyun smirked shaking his head before smacking your ass earning a louder moan from you, his left hand quickly grabbed your braids, pulling them to arch your back more to the point your back was touching his chest.
“You greedy bitch, like the idea of me cumming quick inside you, huh.” His husky voice whispered in your ear, your eyes rolled back as you felt closer to your release. “Talk to me pretty.”
“Yes daddy, want it s-so hng!- bad.” You could barely even think straight, just rambling on and on. Jaehyun kissed behind your ear, hips not slowing down once.
“Yea? Want daddy to cum inside you make you a mommy.” Your moans only grew louder, nodding your head yes. The hand that was in your hair moved to wrap his arm around your neck, headlock style while his other hand smack your ass.
Your nails scratched against his big forearm, feeling his dick hit your sweet spot. “Ouu fuckk.” You cried out legs shaking feeling intense pleasure.
He moved his arm away letting your body hit the mattress, he flipped you over quickly and pushed both of your legs up in mating press.
The new angle had you spiraling even more, his thick dick going deeper. His strong hands held your thighs as he practically put you through the mattress.
You looked beautiful to him in this position. Sweat glistening on your pretty skin, edges sweated out, lip gloss smudged, whiny voice with your eyes rolling back. He loved it and missed it oh so much.
He leaned down kissing your forehead before continuing to fuck you with passion. You were in for a looong night.
𝗔/𝗡: i’m too lazy to translate the hangul (korean)
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you both were toxic. everybody can see it but, this didn’t steer you away from him and vise vera because he knows how to handle you every time you act out.
★ˎˊ˗ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠 was filled with your moans and occasional groans from jungkook bouncing off the four walls. this wasn't something new to you guys, instead it was like an everyday routine. you two would argue over his misleading ways but, it would always end with you in his arms after some amazing sex. he knows that you're tired of him but he doesn't care. he knows you won't leave him alone for anything, you're too "dickmatized" as some may like to call it. you know you both can't leave each other alone no matter how bad you want to. you'll always come right back to each other. you were so drawn to one another like one would be for a taste of narcotics.
people around you have always told you to that if your relationship wasn't built on love and trust anymore, then it's done for. the way he handled you in bed was nothing like what everyone sees from the outside. it wasn't just "sex" it was more like making love to the both of you. you both know it's not healthy but, you secretly loved the toxicity of your relationship with him. it had your adrenaline pumping each time you would have screaming matches.
your whimpers and moans increased in volume inside the room even more when he decided to thrust a little deeper than before. your hands reached up to scratch his back. from the way jungkook was thrusting into your cunt, people outside of the apartment would've thought you were getting murdered. "fuck~ right there kook, don't stop please" you moaned out in a whimper.
the squelching sounds of your love making were music to his ears as he bent his head back with a bit of his lip. "shit~ you feel how deep i am?" you couldn't even respond because of how good it was. "no words huh? but you had a lot to say earlier" he grunted whilst getting closer to his high. you see, moments before this occurred you both got into a heated argument about him being gone all night and coming back at 8 in the morning.
𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆....
you fussed that you should know where he was at, at all cost. instead of trying to understand your point, he just brushed you off as per usual which made you even more upset. once he turned his back to you to go to the bathroom, you were right behind him, voicing your frustration as you jabbed your nails into his back.
he only turned and put both your hands over your head and pinned you to the wall with your arms over your head and him holding you down with his knees between your thighs. he didn't say anything at first, all you could hear was your heavy breathing and his breathing onto your face. after a few more seconds passed by and he finally spoke up.
"have you lost your damn mind?" he grunted. you didn't say anything but only struggled against his hold that had a tight grip on your wrists. "gosh, can you stop it for a sec? i'm trying to be civil with you" he spoke. "oh, so now you wanna actually talk like an adult? where was that energy earlier, kook? you're always so avoidant about every problem that we have and you wonder why i still talk to my ex" you responded annoyed, with a roll of your eyes.
"what?" he spoke still holding your wrists together. you took a deep breath. "you heard me loud and clear" you rolled yours eyes at him. "you better be fucking joking y/n i'm not playing" he said looking you in your eyes making sure you understood him. "ouuu~ im scaredddd, shiver me timbers" you deadpanned as you kept eye contact. "진심이야 . "그리고 나도 진심이야, 우리 지난주에 섹스 했어" you smirked.
jungkook was taken aback by your words as he loosened his grip on your wrists a bit. "you're fucking insane, you know that? you're such a slut" he said looking away from your eyes. you scoffed rolling your eyes at him. "let go of me then" you spoked, twisting your wrists as an attempt break free. he let go of your wrist making you rub them and yours arms from being in his grasp too long making them ache. "you really fucked him?" he said watching you. "yes, jeon" you replied, walking away from him slightly pushing your shoulder into his own.
you rarely called him "jeon" in a while. you always called him that when you were mad or irritated. he sighs walking behind to the bedroom. he closed the door and locked it. you turned around hearing the door close. "what do you want?" you said, turning around to meet his gaze. "봐, 내가 너에게 최선은 아니었지만 제발, 제발 진심이 아니 라는 걸 말해줘" he responded, pupils enlarging.
you looked at him for a second longer and sighed in defeat. "당연히 아니야, 그냥 널 괴롭히고 싶었어” you shrugged. "but, i want an apology" you crossed your arms. jungkook sighed out of relief, his black hair was pulled back from his face with one swipe of his hand. "jagiya, (honey, sweetheart, or babe) i'm sorry" he hummed, walking over to you. you backed up a bit with a dissatisfied expression. "don't just tell me that you are, show me" "show you?" "yes, jeon don't act new to this" you rolled your eyes, walking over to the bed.
you hopped on the bed as you body bounced a bit. you watched him with a smirk as you simply lifted your tank top up showcasing your perky breasts. your brown skin glistened in the rooms warm lamp light as he looked at you in awe. he nodded his head half submissively before crawling onto the bed before hovering over you. his veiny hands reached up and grasped your breasts as he began kneading them making you moan. he finally attached his mouth on your left breast still keeping his hand on the other one, cupping it in his large hand.
he sucked and licked all over your boob. he then moved up and kissed your plump lips, biting your bottom lip to ask for access of his tongue. of course you decided to tease him a bit with denying it. but that later changed when he moved his hand from your breast to slide it into the waistband of your short shorts before moving passed your panties waistband as well. his hand was immediately met with your warm haven. he ran his middle finger between your slit. your substance wetting his finger. automatically, you gasped and gave him access. he inserted his tongue into your mouth as he chuckled at his sneaky tactic.
he tongue kissed you while still keeping his middle finger going at a slow pace, sliding up and down your slit. you moaned oh so beautifully at the feeling. you then started to get a little impatient at the pace he was going so you decided to grind on his finger. he took his hand out of your panties to place it upon your pelvic bone to stop you. you whined pulling away from the kiss. "why'd you stop" you said bucking your hips again.
"i stopped because i'm doing all the work like you told me to right?" he said looking in your eyes. "let me cater to you, please?" he said moving down to kiss your chest to your stomach making sure to leave lingering kisses there. he kissed both of your thighs sucking on them a little too harshly to leave hickeys making you groan a bit. you said nothing as he continued to please you because the way his tongue licked over the purplish reddish mark on your body made you lose your track.
he took your panties and shorts off with both hands on each side of the waistband in a swift motion. you bit your lip as he leaned down and kissed around your slit and teasingly licked your clit with one swipe of his tongue.
"look at how wet you are baby" he said his voice dropping a few octaves. he decided that he was done with his teasing and finally added two fingers inside of you. you gasped out loud at how good it felt once he slowly moved his finger inside and out of your cunt. your essence gushes out the more pumped his long slender fingers. "gosh~ kook i fucking hate you" you whimpered, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked down at him.
"you hate me, baby?" he smugly smiled as he quickened his pace a little. your body jittered from the sudden change in speed. you moaned rather loudly, you didn't even care if your nosy ass neighbors heard you. you needed this badly, you deserved this. he lifted himself up as he hovered back over you, keeping the same pace as his eyes were locked on your face that scrunched up into bliss. he cockily smiled as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
"look at me jai" he said in his busan accent. he knew how much you loved when he used his native tongue on you especially during sex or when he's mad about something. it just turned you on to no end, your cunt quivered against his fingers as he dragged them between your spongy walls.
you looked him in his eyes and almost combusted on the spot. the way he had that sexy ass smirk on his face with your slick on his lips making them shine in the dim light in the room. "there you go, you're so beautiful baby" he spoke smiling at you. you lazily smiled back at him and moaned when he sped up his pace. he hurried and kissed you to swallow your moans.
you tasted yourself on his tongue and sucked on his tongue for a while before pulling away. "네가 얼마나 맛있는 지 보여? 아무도 그것을 맛볼 수 없었습니다, 이해하셨습니까? 우리 가 아무리 싸우고 논쟁해도, 넌 내 거야, 알겠어?" he voiced seriously.
you nodded your head but he wasn't too pleased with your answer so, pulled his fingers out of you. "i need words baby" he said teasing your hole. "okay, baby i'm yours, all yours" you said wanting him to continue. "there's that voice i love so much" he smiled slowly sliding his fingers back in. he fingered you for a while praising you as you moaned so beautifully in his ears while he kissed your neck. you felt your high coming and he could tell because of how your walls tightly squeezed his fingers. you were almost there until he took his fingers out once again.
you whined and was about to complain until he kissed you to hush you. "i want you to cum in my mouth instead" he said smiling and leaning down to kiss and suck you cunt. he continually stuck his tongue in your hole. you felt your stomach tighten while he ate you out like he hasn't eaten in years. you felt that tightening loosen and sighed when you released all of your slick into his mouth.
he licked every single bit of it making sure not to forget anything. he pulled his head up and you saw how wet his mouth and chin was from your cum. "you wet the bed baby" he said licking your cum from his lips, using his fingers to lap up the juices on his chin. he sucked his fingers and closed his eyes at the delightful taste. you were out of breath but he wasn't nearly done with you.
"우리가 끝났다고 생각하지 않길 바래, 난 이 예쁜 보지를 더 엿먹일” he said tugging at his belt and pulling it off with a satisfying clank as it hit the floor.
the first few weeks after you and Martin went public were supposed to be exciting.
at least, that’s what everyone always said.
the secret dates were over. no more hiding in the background of photos. no more pretending y’all were “just friends” whenever someone got suspicious. for the first time, you could openly hold his hand, post pictures together, and exist as a couple without constantly looking over your shoulder.
unfortunately, not everyone was happy about it.
most people were supportive. your comments were filled with heart emojis, congratulations, and people saying how cute you looked together.
but there was another side of the internet too.
the side that made fake accounts.
the side that left racist comments.
the side that acted like your skin color somehow made you less deserving of being loved.
you tried not to read them.
really.
you told yourself you wouldn’t.
yet somehow your thumb always found its way back to the comment sections.
“she doesn’t deserve him.”
“he could do better.”
“ewww, why is he dating her?”
“of course he picked a black girl.”
some comments were subtle.
others weren’t.
the worst part was that strangers felt comfortable saying them publicly.
you sat curled up on your bed, phone in your hand, staring at another disgusting comment.
your stomach twisted.
you knew these people didn’t know you.
you knew their opinions shouldn’t matter.
but after seeing hundreds of comments saying the same thing, it became difficult not to wonder if maybe there was something wrong with you.
a knock sounded on your bedroom door.
before you could answer, it opened.
martin stepped inside carrying a bag of snacks.
his smile immediately disappeared when he saw your face.
“hey.”
you quickly locked your phone.
“hey.” you said, trying your best to not show any emotions.
he narrowed his eyes.
“what happened?”
“nothing.”
“right...”
you looked away.
martin sat beside you on the bed.
“y/n.”
the concern in his voice almost made you cry.
“i’m fine.”
you were lying.
“i’m fine,” you said quietly as you locked your phone and set it face-down on your bed.
martin frowned as he stepped further into your room, the bag of snacks in his hand crinkling softly.
“you’re not fine,” he said firmly as he placed the bag on your desk and sat beside you.
“i am,” you said stubbornly as you crossed your arms over your chest.
martin raised an eyebrow as he looked at you.
“y/n, i’ve known you for years,” he said as he leaned back against your headboard. “i can literally tell when you’re upset before you even say anything.”
you looked away as you pressed your lips together.
“it’s nothing,” you said as you stared at the wall.
martin sighed as he held his hand out toward you.
“give me the phone,” he said as he wiggled his fingers expectantly.
“martin—” you started as your shoulders tensed.
“give me the phone, please,” he repeated as he tilted his head.
you hesitated before handing it over.
martin unlocked the screen and immediately regretted it.
his jaw clenched as he scrolled.
his expression grew darker with every swipe.
you watched him silently.
“what the hell?” he asked as he stared at another hateful comment.
you shrugged as you picked at a loose thread on your blanket.
“just people being weird,” you said as you avoided eye contact.
martin looked up at you in disbelief.
“weird?” he repeated as he sat up straighter. “baby, these people are being racist.”
you swallowed as your stomach twisted.
“…i know,” you admitted as your voice dropped.
martin locked the phone and tossed it onto the bed beside him.
“how long have you been reading this stuff?” he asked as he rubbed a hand over his face.
“a couple weeks,” you answered as you stared down at your lap.
martin blinked at you.
“a couple weeks?” he repeated as he looked genuinely shocked.
you nodded slightly.
“i didn’t want to bother you with it,” you said as you fiddled with the sleeve of your hoodie.
martin immediately shook his head.
“bother me?” he asked as he leaned toward you. “you seriously think i wouldn’t be bothered by this?”
you looked at him with tired eyes.
“you’ve got enough going on already,” you said as you shrugged.
martin stared at you for a second before letting out a disbelieving laugh.
“y/n, you’re my girlfriend,” he said as he pointed at you. “your problems are my problems.”
you felt your chest tighten.
“that’s not fair to you,” you said as you looked away.
martin scooted closer.
“stop saying that,” he said as he gently nudged your shoulder.
you sighed quietly.
“it’s just…” you started as you blinked rapidly. “after seeing hundreds of comments saying the same thing, it kinda gets to your head.”
martin’s expression immediately softened.
“come here,” he said as he opened his arms.
you didn’t hesitate.
you moved closer and buried your face against his chest.
martin wrapped his arms around you tightly.
“those people don’t know you,” he said as he rested his chin on top of your head.
you closed your eyes.
“i know,” you mumbled as your fingers curled into his hoodie.
“no, seriously,” he said as he pulled back enough to look at you. “they literally don’t know anything about you.”
you sniffled softly.
martin wiped beneath your eye with his thumb.
“they don’t know how you text your friends just to make sure they got home safe,” he said as he smiled faintly.
you rolled your eyes.
“martin,” you complained as your cheeks warmed.
“they don’t know how you cry over animal videos,” he continued as he laughed quietly.
“i don’t cry,” you argued as you sat up straighter.
martin immediately pointed at you.
“yes, you do,” he said as he laughed harder.
you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.
“whatever,” you muttered as you shook your head.
martin’s smile softened.
“they don’t know how kind you are,” he said as he intertwined your fingers with his.
your smile faded slightly.
“they don’t know how funny you are,” he continued as he squeezed your hand.
you looked down at your joined hands.
“and they definitely don’t know how much i love you,” he finished as he looked directly into your eyes.
your breath caught.
“tin…” you whispered as emotion filled your chest.
he shook his head.
“don’t let random people on the internet make you question yourself,” he said as he brushed a curl away from your face.
you looked at him silently.
“you are beautiful,” he said as he cupped your cheek.
a tear slipped down your face.
“you are smart,” he continued as he gently wiped the tear away.
another tear followed.
“you are funny,” he said as he smiled at you.
you laughed weakly.
“and you’re one of the strongest people i know,” he finished as he pressed his forehead against yours.
you closed your eyes.
“i hate this,” you admitted as your voice cracked.
martin nodded immediately.
“i know,” he said as he rubbed circles into your back.
“it’s exhausting,” you confessed as you tightened your grip on his hoodie.
martin sighed.
“it shouldn’t be your job to deal with racism just because people can’t act normal,” he said as frustration flashed across his face.
you looked up at him.
“thank you,” you said softly as you squeezed his hand.
martin frowned.
“for what?” he asked as he tilted his head.
“for not pretending it isn’t happening,” you said as you gave him a small smile.
his expression softened again.
“you never have to convince me it’s real,” he said as he kissed the top of your head.
you felt another wave of emotion hit you.
“i love you,” you said quietly as you looked up at him.
martin immediately smiled.
“i love you too,” he said as he pressed a kiss against your forehead.
you laughed softly.
“you’re kinda corny,” you teased as you nudged his shoulder.
martin gasped dramatically.
“that’s crazy,” he said as he placed a hand over his chest. “after everything i just said?”
you giggled.
“yeah,” you said as you leaned against him.
martin wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“well, get used to it,” he said as he kissed your temple. “because i’m gonna keep defending you every single time.”
you smiled against his shoulder.
“good,” you said as you closed your eyes.
martin smiled to himself as he tightened his arm around you.
“good,” he repeated as he rested his head against yours.
☾ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Namjoon can't sleep more than three hours. Eden's in desperate need of fast cash. When a desperate girl and exhausted idol meet through a cuddle service what starts as a miserable arrangement builds into something more.
☾ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Idol Namjoon x Black Fem OC
☾ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ MDNI, Profanity/Coarse Language, Namjoon can be rude at times, Insomniac Namjoon, Emotional Distress, Anxiety, possible slow uploads
☾ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Slow burn, Strangers to Lovers, Black Reader, Angst, Forced Proximity, Contractual Intimacy (Non sexual), Cuddle Service AU, Mutual Healing, Eventual Smut
☾ 𝐖𝐂: 7k
Status: ONGOING
FIVE
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
A rapid fist slammed against the bathroom stall, causing it to rattle. "Aish! Can you get the fuck out we've been waiting forever!"
Eden looked over her shoulder in distress. She knew Sunhi was full of shit when she swore she wouldn't have more than three drinks if they went out to celebrate her latest cuddle buddy success. Yet here they were holding up the bathroom line in some random nightclub in Hongdae, Sunhi kneeling over the toilet while Eden rubbed circles into her back.
The muffled sound of Jay Park's Mommae could be heard through the walls giving Eden something else to focus on as Sunhi emptied her guts. She wasn't nearly as drunk as her friend, the result of only nursing a sex on the beach all night.
Eden wasn't one to go out often, but every once in a while Sunhi could convince her to throw on a cute outfit and hit the town. On those nights, Eden became the designated everything.
Designated bag holder.
Designated cab caller.
Designated babysitter.
Because lord knows, the both of them drunk off their asses would do them no good.
Another groan came from Sunhi. They were for sure gonna have a long talk about drinking responsibly in the morning.
The banging on the door continued.
Eden's body was moving before her brain could even process her actions. The culprit on the other side of the stall almost falling on her ass at the force of Eden yanking the door open.
"Do you not hear her throwing up in here bitch?!"
Okay...maybe she was a little more tipsy than she thought.
"Y-you're holding up the line! There's only three stalls," she stuttered. "You should be more considerate."
Eden stared at the girl like she had three heads. Be more considerate???
"Would you rather her throw up on them dirty ass shoes you have on? I'm confused??? Should I get her to aim at them?" She tapped Sunhi's shoulder. "Sunhi babe don't aim for the toilet, she wants it all over here."
A few gasps and snickers could be heard from the line.
Face red, the girl huffed and rushed out of the bathroom muttering curses under her breath.
Eden turned to the rest of the line, "Anybody else have something to say?"
Suddenly, everyone found the floor interesting.
"That's what I thought," she muttered, closing the stall.
Sunhi, finally done, looked up at her smiling. "I am so proud of youuuuu," she slurred, head bobbing back and forth. "You stuck up for me! You love me!"
Sunhi was going to be the death of her.
Eden reached down to pull her up, "Alright girl. Time to get you home."
Stumbling into the apartment Eden dropped Sunhi on the couch. Tired wasn't even the word right now. She felt like she needed one of her own cuddle sessions the way her knees threatened to buckle from exhaustion.
Forcing herself up, she trudged to the kitchen in search of water bottles and medicine for Sun's definite headache in the morning. She glanced at the time on the microwave. 2:13 AM. They were going to regret this so bad tomorrow.
She found what she needed and traveled back to the living room. Sun hadn't moved an inch since she was thrown on the couch, dead to the world. Rolling her eyes, Eden grabbed the blanket they kept on the back of the couch and draped it over the girl. Sunhi curling into it on immediate contact.
Eden checked to make sure the front door was locked before she made her way to her room. The sight of her bed almost bringing her to her knees. It was just what she needed.
Quickly, she stripped her club outfit and did a half ass night time routine, one of Sunhi's moomoos her outfit of choice for the night. She fell face first onto her pillow and drifted off into a deep sleep, neglecting all else.
Morning came quick. The sound of birds chirping and the harsh glare of the sun through her curtains bringing her back from the land of the dead. She reached over to her bedside table for her phone, curious of the time only to come up empty handed.
Confused, she sat up and looked around. Where the hell did she put her phone? Shuffling around she looked in the sheets, under her pillows, even the side of her mattress, and came up with nothing. Weird.
In the distance she could hear Sun moaning out complaints.
Eden wrapped a blanket around herself to fight against the cold air before she shuffled to the living room. Sun was hanging half way off the couch, arm covering her eyes, a look of pain on her face.
"Ughhhhhhh I'm never drinking again."
"Exactly what you get," she muttered, lowering herself to the floor by the girl's head.
"Don't lecture me right now."
"You're lucky that's all I have to say right now cause the way you were throwing up last night I should definitely be on your ass."
Sunhi's hand found Eden's lips, "Hush now child."
She swiped the girl's hand away, "Have you seen my phone?"
"Nope, but you can track it on my phone. I think it's in my boot."
Too lazy to stand, Eden rolled over to the girl's boot and retrieved the phone. All hope she had crushed when she saw the location of her's.
Hongdae.
"What the fawkkkk," she complained.
How the hell did she leave her phone at the club?!
"That doesn't sound good."
She shot a glare at Sunhi, "This is all your fault. Now I have to go back to that shitty club and get my phone."
"Blaming little old me is insane. You can't be mad at the ill."
Eden rolled her eyes. She wasn't actually mad at her friend, just irritated she had to go back to the damn club.
She looked at the time.
11:47 AM
"OH MY GOD!"
She had a shift at Far Ben in an hour.
Phone long forgotten, Eden rushed to her room. Hara would kill her if she was late. When Eden heard her coworker needed someone to cover the later half of her shift, she jumped at the opportunity. Now, she regretted all of her life choices.
She got to Far Ben with two minutes to spare. The familiar smell of coffee beans and fresh pastries hitting her nose immediately. Behind the counter, Hara's shoulders visibly relaxed. Without a second thought she clocked in and slid behind the counter. The afternoon rush was starting soon, and she knew the girl was eager to leave.
"Thank you so much Eden. I owe you!"
She waved the girl"No problem Hara. I hope your appointment goes well."
The afternoon rush hit like a tsunami. Customers running in and out. BTS fangirls popping in. Mobile orders coming through every two seconds. It was a lot, but the team moved in sync easing the stress for everyone. By the time six o'clock rolled around Eden was dead tired. The adrenaline of the rush wearing off.
It seemed like all the hours of sleep she missed was hitting her all at once. And not having her phone made it worse. She had no kind of stimulation to keep her mind going.
Resting her head into her arms on the table she ignored the ring of the door, too tired and far away to greet anyone. Her eyelids threatened to close - the calm chaos of the cafe lulling her to sleep.
She felt the table move - probably just Juhoon coming to take his break too. They always hid away at this table on their breaks.
"You've been ignoring me."
Every muscle in her body went stiff.
Lifting up slowly, she came face to face with Namjoon. Mask resting beneath his chin. Jaw tight. A piercing look in his eyes that immediately told her he was annoyed.
Maybe even worried?
"How did you know I was here?"
"Don't ask dumb questions," he scoffed. "Why haven't you responded to me?"
Her brows furrowed. She was too tired for his shit today.
"What were you going to do," he continued. "Take the money and disappear?"
Eden just stared at him, then dropped her head back onto her arms.
"Here you go being an asshole again."
"What do you expect me to think Eden? I send you all that money and I haven't gotten a response since."
Silence.
"Eden."
Still nothing.
"Can you say something? Like what the fuck. Are we children?"
The condescending tone of his voice set her off.
"First of all nobody is ignoring you, and even if I was, you aren't entitled to a response. Second, I lost my god damn phone in Hongdae so NOBODY has been able to get ahold of me."
She leaned forward. "If you're going to sit here and be an asshole and accuse me of shit, you can leave. I'm not in the mood."
The man in front of her sat speechless, a dumb look on his face. She didn't mean to snap at him like that, but this assuming the worst of her bullshit was starting to get on her nerves. Right along with his bipolar attitude.
"I apologize."
She rolled her eyes.
"What are you doing here Namjoon?"
His gaze held her's a little too long.
"I wanted to see you."
Eden didn't know if she should be concerned or flattered. If this was any other client she probably would have reported them to the police by now.
Randomly showing up to her place of work, causing arguments like he's her man, the way he touches her...all things that cross the line. Yet the only thing that crossed her mind when the words spilled from his mouth was how much she missed the feeling of his body on her's.
Platonically of course.
"You know this is borderline harassment right?" she asked, head cocked to the side.
A small smile tugged at his mouth, "Arrest me."
"Yeah let me just get my cuffs from the back."
His smile grew wider, dimples on full display. "You into that?"
She looked down at her watch flustered. She only had five minutes left of her break.
"I have to go back soon. Are you going to continue being a weirdo stalker or tell me why you're really here?"
He started to play with her fingers that rested on the table, "I told you already. You were ignoring my messages."
She snatched her hand away.
"Boy what are you doing?!" She hissed, looking around the room to make sure no one saw.
He pulled it right back.
"Don't pull away from me."
Eden looked at him with wide eyes, "Do you not know who you are? WHERE we are???"
"Nobody is looking at us," he said voice deep and smooth. "Just relax - I haven't felt you in days."
She hated when he said shit like that knowing damn well it could be taken another way. At this point, she was wondering if she was the real weirdo the way her vagina was telling her to jump his bones right then and there.
She cleared her throat. "Okay, but what did you want in your messages?"
He didn't say anything for a few seconds, just traced the lines on her palm.
"Namjoon I have to go soon."
"I know."
"Then tell me why you're really here."
"Just wanted to see when you could come over again," he mumbled, so quiet she almost couldn't hear it over the sounds of the cafe.
Her breath caught in her throat.
"That's it?"
"Did I need another reason?"
She didn't expect him to want her back over so soon. Normally he only requested a session once a week or every other week. This was new.
"I'm not really sure...I'm fully booked on Mondays and Thursdays, I work here every Wednesday and on the weekends, and classes take up my Tuesdays and Fridays."
He finally looked up at her, fingers still twisting with hers.
"You could always go to class or work from mines in the morning. I could have the car drop you off."
She pulled her hand away - his words sounding a little too domestic for her liking. They were breaching forbidden territory and she knew she couldn't let it get any further. He was her employer and she had a strict duty to uphold.
"Staying over was a one time thing Namjoon."
"It doesn't have to be though," he argued.
"You're forgetting that this is an actual job for me."
He lifted his black cap to run his hand through his hair. She could tell he was growing frustrated.
"Why are you getting upset?"
"You basically just told me you don't have time for me, and when I come up with a solution you shut me down," he gritted, through clenched teeth.
Her coworker's voice across the room cut their conversation, "Eden are you back soon? We just got a huge online order."
She sighed. She hated leaving the conversation like this, but she had priorities and she couldn't put this one at the top of her list right now.
"Look, I'll text you when I get my phone back. We can work something out then."
Raising from her seat she gave him a small bow before going back to clock in.
"Who were you chatting with?" her coworker Mina asked, bumping her shoulder playfully.
"Just someone from school. No one special."
Mina shifted to the tip of her toes to get a better look in Namjoon's direction. "Ooo is he cute?!"
"Can you put the stickers on the cups for me?" Eden rushed out, attempting to divert her attention from the idol. "I'll get the food ready."
"Sure thing!"
She could feel Namjoon's stare on her as she worked, but she refused to look his way. He had this way of convincing her to do things with a simple look in his eye, and Eden knew if she looked at him now, she'd fold like a pretzel.
It wasn't until she caught a glimpse of him walking past the counter and the sound of the bell that she allowed her shoulders to relax.
She could finally think again.
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The rest of her shift went by quickly, mostly consisting of cleaning, and making a latte here and there. An easy night she was grateful for considering the amount of pain her body was in. She didn't even party that hard and still she was feeling the effects.
After waving goodbye to Mina, she headed to the station. Hongdae wasn't exactly close to the cafe, so if she wanted to catch the last train, she'd have to get a move on.
Even though it was late the streets were still filled with people. Coworkers going for night caps, students hunting for cheap food, couples stumbling around hand in hand doing kdrama level pda.
Nothing out of the usual.
By the time she stood outside of the sleazy club from last night, patrons were already lined up at the door, ID's in hand, feining for entry. Her eyes scanned the line that wrapped around the building. Girls in their little dresses, guys looking for their next hookup, a random group of ajusshis definitely out of place.
Yeah absolutely not. She was not standing in this line.
She walked right past them and approached the bouncer.
"Excuse me," she said politely. "I left my phone here last night and was wondering if I could just run in and grab it?"
The massive bald man looked down at her with a cold stare. "Back of the line."
Eden blinked.
"Sir I don't think you heard me I just need to grab my pho-"
"Back! of! the! line!"
She jumped back, his voice startling her.
Oh so he was one of those.
"I just need to grab my phone you can literally walk me in and out!" she argued, not taking no for an answer.
"I said Bac-"
"Yejoon," a new voice cut in calmly. "Let her in."
Eden peered behind the bouncer, mouth dry as she locked eyes with one of the sexiest men she's ever laid eyes on.
He was a tall glass of water dressed in all black. Tattoos peeking beneath his rolled sleeves and open collar.
He beckoned her forward, his fingers moving in a come hither motion.
He could definitely do that again in her pus-
Her thoughts were cut off.
"You comin?"
She blinked. Right. He was letting her in.
Eden followed the man into the nightclub. The loud music blaring from the speakers giving her flashbacks of the night before. Never did she think she'd be back here again so soon.
They walked behind the bar until they reached an office. It was a nice size, tucked away in the back hall. He gestured for her to have a seat while shutting the door, '2 on' by Tinashe completely drowned out now.
He settled in the chair across from her.
"So you're the girl who's phone has been going haywire on my desk all day."
Eden winced. "That bad?"
"Considered throwing it against the wall a few times."
"Valid."
He leaned back.
"Popular girl."
The teasing in his voice made her squint.
"You didn't think to answer any of the calls?"
"Not my place."
She couldn't argue with that.
Holding out her hand she smiled, "Well thanks for keeping it safe. Lord knows I've been going crazy without it."
He opened his drawer and retrieved her phone. Then paused.
"Interesting profession by the way. I could use a cuddle session or two."
Her eyes narrowed. "What happened to not your place?"
The man shrugged, a look of amusement on his face. "Curiosity killed the cat."
She hated how attractive he was.
"What exactly do you do around here?" she asked. "You the manager?"
"Owner."
Of course he was. Everything about him screamed it.
She accepted her phone and stood, "In that case I have a complaint."
His brow lifted.
"Y'all need way more stalls in the bathroom. Three definitely doesn't cut it."
He rubbed his chin in consideration.
"I'll keep that in mind."
A comfortable silence fell between them. Well comfortable to him.
Eden squirmed in her chair, hyperaware of his stare. She sprung from her chair when she couldn't take it any longer. "I should get going. Thanks for holding my phone."
He followed her to the door towering over her as he held it open. 'Sexy Nukim' now at full volume. She groaned internally, of course Namjoon would haunt her at a time like this.
The strong scent of his expensive cologne brought her back to the moment.
"I was serious, you know."
"About what?"
"Booking."
Eden laughed. He had jokes.
"I guess you'll just have to find me."
He bit his lip, "Oh I definitely will."
Her smile fell from her face. Oh he was serious.
Heat rising up her neck she sped walked out of the room before she could say anything else stupid. His gaze following her all the way outside.
What a gorgeous, gorgeous man.
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Namjoon looked down at his phone with a frown. It had been two days since his talk with Eden and she still hadn't texted back.
rpwprpwp: Did you not get your phone back?
rpwprpwp: Hello?
rpwprpwp: If you don't text back I'm going to assume your phone is gone and send you money for a new one.
He got a response two minutes later. Of course that got her attention.
gardenofeden: Do not do that...
Namjoon could feel his blood start to boil. That was all she had to say?
rpwprpwp: You've had your phone this whole time?
rpwprpwp: Why are you still ignoring me?
He knew he sounded obsessed, but he just couldn't understand the sudden change in behavior. They had such a good session last time, and now she couldn't give him the time of day.
He looked at the date on his phone and sighed. They were leaving for a short trip to film some things tomorrow and he was hoping to have a session with her before then, but it seemed impossible.
gardenofeden: Not ignoring you
gardenofeden: Just been busy
She was driving him crazy. Why was she being so short?
rpwprpwp: Come over tonight?
gardenofeden: I have homework
rpwprpwp: Bring it with you
Namjoon rolled around in his bed waiting for a response that never came. After an hour, he sat up dejected.
At this rate he was never going to sleep again.
Trudging to the living room he sat in his normal spot and turned the tv on. If he was going to be up all night he might as well find something good to watch. He was debating between starting a new show or watching YouTube when his doorbell sounded.
His whole body relaxed when he saw the familiar orange hair on the intercom.
She came.
Holding his composure he opened the door cooly. "Hey."
She returned his greeting and slipped inside.
She was in her pajamas, a pair of snorlax sleep pants and an oversized black hoodie. Cute.
Namjoon took notice of the large black bag on her back, "You really brought your homework?"
She looked up at him through her curls as she traded her converse for slippers. "Yeah, you said it was cool right?"
"Right."
Humming softly she walked into his living room clearing the table off like she was right at home. He watched fondly as she set up her work station in front of his usual spot.
"I won't be able to cuddle you right now, but I figured any type of contact was better than none so I thought I could sit between your legs?"
He thought for a second. A few weeks ago he would have been completely fine with that, the pressure of their thighs touching doing it for him. But now? He wasn't so sure. Their last couple of sessions changed the game.
Not wanting to make things difficult he agreed. It wasn't like it would be that way the whole time.
"Sounds good."
He settled into the couch, placing a cushion on the floor in front of him to give her some kind of comfortability. He watched as she sank down between his legs, the moment she rested between them he knew it wasn't going to work. He could barely feel her.
He tapped the side of her neck, "Mm mm scooch up. I'll sit behind you."
She moved up without a word, creating enough space for him to slip behind her on the floor. His chest connecting with her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist, head resting in the crook of her neck. Her usual smell of vanilla and brown sugar taking over.
This was better.
They sat there for a while, unmoving, just taking in each other's presence before she leaned forward attempting to break his hold.
"I have to sit up to take notes."
"Pull the table closer," he muttered into her neck, lips brushing against her slightly.
He took the hint when she pushed forward again, much stronger than the last.
"Just let me take notes from this video and respond to the discussion post. Then I can sit back," she said, looking over her shoulder.
He let her go. "Fine."
Body twisted, he reached behind him for the remote. Might as well find something to keep him busy. He scrolled through his apps looking for something until a familiar title caught his eye.
Scandal
He peered at the girl in front of him. She had her headphones on dialed in to her lecture.
Maybe he'd see what all the hype was about.
Once the show was on he moved his hips forward a little bit to lean further back into the couch. His hands rested on Eden's sides rubbing small circles on her hips.
Surely the lecture wouldn't be that long.
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Eden was in agony.
She hadn't been able to focus since she stepped foot into Namjoon's. It had been one of the many reasons she didn't want to come over tonight, but the guilt of blowing him off for days was eating her alive, so she sucked it up and came over. Dragging herself and her two ton backpack halfway across Seoul.
What she didn't expect was this version of him greeting her.
Soft, quiet, and needy.
She had gotten a glimpse of it the last time they were together, but it was quickly shut down by the version of him she knew. The difficult version of Namjoon. The asshole. The stubborn man who argued just to argue.
This was just unsettling.
The feeling of his hands resting on her hips broke her concentration. She could no longer focus on the PESO Model, the only thing running through her mind - the hands burning a hole through her sweatshirt.
She looked down at the timestamp of her lecture.
42:34.
New record. She was impressed she lasted that long.
Headphones off, her ears perked up at the familiar voice of Olivia Pope.
She squealed, "Omg you started Scandal?!"
Namjoon jerked awake behind her.
She turned to the side giving the man an apologetic look. "I didn't realize you were asleep," she winced.
Reaching forward he pulled her legs over his lap, hugging her closer. "It's okay baby I wasn't fully asleep."
She pushed her head off his chest, "Stop calling me that."
"Sorry. Just a habit," he mumbled into her hair, eyes still closed.
A habit from where? She didn't know.
She took in his appearance. Back all hunched over and eyes droopy. He couldn't be comfortable on the floor like this.
"Come on, let's move to the couch."
She stood first, turning off the tv, then pulled him to follow. His body hit the couch, arms open to invite her in. She crawled in beside him facing his chest. His large hand resting on her back.
"Sorry I had to bring my homework."
Namjoon's hands continued their movemenst. "It's okay," he murmured. "Just glad you came."
Her shoulders relaxed at his admission. She was glad she came too.
"Have you been sleeping ?"
"A little. Not like when I was next to you though."
Her face tightened. "Namjoon that's not healthy."
"I know."
"I'm not going to be around all the time to help you."
He stayed silent.
"You're going to have to make this insomnia your bitch one day Joon."
"You don't think I've tried?"
"I'm not saying that."
"Then stop talking about it."
Eden didn't say anything else, not in the mood to argue. She knew how to pick her battles, and she'd much rather deal with this version of Namjoon than his asshole side.
She flipped her body around so her back was against his chest. Surprisingly he didn't say anything, just let her get comfortable.
"I didn't mean to snap at you."
"I know."
"I know you were just trying to hel-"
She cut him off, "Just sleep Namjoon."
Neither of them spoke again. The silence saying enough for the both of them.
Soon enough his breathing evened out. The sounds of his soft snores in her ear.
As much as she wanted to join him, she still had work to do.
AirPods in and lecture video pulled up, she attempted to focus, making it through another good chunk of her notes, before once again, the universe interfered.
*NEW MESSAGE REQUEST!*
moonxkairo: Told you I was serious about booking
She stopped breathing. It couldn't be...
moonxkairo: took me like an hour to find you but I'm always up for a challenge.
She clicked his profile photo to get a better look. It didn't show his face, but the tattoos were undeniable. It was him.
gardenofeden: You're insane
moonxkairo: I told you I was curious
moonxkairo: Your fault for not believing me
gardenofeden: Well you've came and you saw
moonxkairo: But I didn't book
gardenofeden: There are plenty of wonderful cuddlers on here for you
moonxkairo: Yeah...
moonxkairo: But I want you
Her face grew hot. What was up with men being so forward these days?
gardenofeden: You'll have to get in line
moonxkairo: So how does next Saturday sound? I have a pretty comfy couch.
gardenofeden: Stranger Danger
moonxkairo: Cute
moonxkairo: I'll send you my address
gardenofeden: I literally don't even know your name...
moonxkairo: It's Kai
moonxkairo: See you Saturday
Eden stared at the screen. This man was ridiculous.
Super attractive, but ridiculous.
Before she could think of a response, movement behind her pulled her attention away. She forgot where she was for a second. His grip on her waist had tightened, pulling her body closer to his like they weren't close enough.
She gave up on studying.
There wasn't much time left in their session anyway, and she definitely couldn't do anything with his iron grip, so she accepted her fate and relaxed into him.
Her timer went off an hour later causing her to groan quietly, she had just started to drift off. Hand on the bridge of her nose she let out a deep sigh before pushing herself up. Quickly, she gathered her things and headed for the door.
"Eden?"
She froze. So much for a successful escape.
"I'm heading out."
She could see the disappointment immediately.
"You really can't stay?"
For a terrifying second she almost sat back down.
Almost.
"You know I can't," she sighed. "We talked about this."
His jaw clenched.
"Doesn't mean I like it."
It was like he knew exactly what he needed to say to make her stay, but once again she ignored all of the noise in her head, and followed her gut instead.
"Well you're going to have to. It's just how this works."
She retreated from the penthouse before he could say another word.
He was dangerous. Too dangerous for her.
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She was bored and needed some excitement in her life.
Nothing more, nothing less.
That's what she told herself as she stood outside of the club owners third floor apartment, rocking back and forth on her heels.
She would be lying if she said she wasn't a little nervous.
When she got a text with the address earlier that morning she fully prepared to ignore him and go on about her life.
Then Sunhi got involved.
"Come on E! Aren't you a tiny bit curious?!" she said, voice bouncing off the bathroom walls.
The roles had reversed. It was her turn to bug Eden while she was in the shower.
"I don't have the time Sun. Plus, he just looks like trouble."
"Those are the best kind of men!"
"And how many of those men have worked out for you?" Eden called over the shower curtain as she shaved her legs.
"I- that's not the point!" she said, gagged. "The point is the fact that you have this sexy ass man asking you to come over and cuddle and you're just blocking your own blessings! I see how robotic you've been moving lately E and it's not healthy."
Eden could hear a hint of concern in her friend's voice at the end of her sentence.
It was kind of true. She had been moving a little weird lately, the cost of staying booked and busy. She had developed a routine over the past few weeks since she started her cuddle buddy journey and every day she stuck to it.
The only anomaly being Namjoon.
Most days she felt like she was on a never ending merry go round, then he'd text with an "urgent" request to have a session and throw her all off balance. But she liked when that happened. In a way he always kept her on her toes.
But Namjoon was gone, and had been for a few days.
"I just don't want to jump into this and be disappointed." she spoke, as she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out the shower. "I've had such good luck with both of the guys I have now that I'm scared he'll be the one to ruin it all."
Sunhi's eyes softened.
"Look I know you're a firm believer in 'if it ain't broke, don't fiddle with it' but I think this could be good for you."
"I don't know Sun."
Sunhi followed behind Eden as she made her way to her room. "You're getting paid to cuddle an unbelievably sexy man E. You have to do it so I can live through you!"
"You could easily sign up to do it yourself."
"Not as exciting if I do it."
"Like I said I'm not sure. Let's just drop it for now."
The longer the day went on, the different her answer was. An 'I'm not sure' turned into a maybe, turned into 'I'm thinking about it', into 'I'm on my way over there now.'
The click of the door brought her back to the present. It swung open revealing Kai in all of his glory, decked out in the sluttiest outfit a man could wear.
A compression shirt and sweats.
She stared a little too long.
"I knew you'd come."
"I was bored."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Sure you were."
Stepping aside, he motioned for her to come in.
"I got everything all set up."
Eden followed him inside and immediately could see why he chose the place. It suited him entirely too well.
Massive factory windows stretched almost floor to ceiling, the city lights spilling inside painting the brick walls in warm light. The black metal railing framing the staircase and loft felt right at home with the hard wood beneath her feet. Everything felt so expensive, but lived in at the same time.
A large black leather sofa lined the living room sitting on top of a vintage style rug. He had books on floating shelves lining one wall, framed art scattered everywhere, and even an area with vinyls littered on the wall. It all fit perfectly, everything spaced just right so nothing felt cluttered.
His tv was huge. Like a movie theater screen, and Eden couldn't help but imagine herself cuddled up in a blanket on the couch watching a movie.
The apartment was attractive.
Just like the owner.
It was hard to believe an apartment building like this was in the same area as Namjoon's penthouse. For them to be almost five minutes away from each other the vibes were completely different.
She followed the man deeper into the house until they were in the living room.
Kai dropped onto the couch first, his arm spread out on the back cushion.
Then he smiled at her.
"I'm nervous."
Eden's steps faltered.
He was nervous? She was literally vibrating under his stare.
"I should be the one that's nervous," she argued. "Stranger danger remember?"
His laugh was low and warm. "Well here's a start.
She followed his gaze to the coffee table. A woven basket perched in the center filled with all of her favorite snacks.
Pepero, honey butter chips, oreos.
All things she vaguely remembered listing on her cuddle buddies profile.
Folded beside it was the fluffiest blanket she'd ever seen.
She laughed in surprise, "You actually read that?"
"Couldn't get the American candy, but I'll have it by your next visit."
She lifted a brow. Next visit? He was confident for sure.
"You don't have to do that. This is way more than enough, thank you."
"I'm glad you like it."
He leaned forward to grab the remote.
"Want to watch a movie?"
She thanked the heavens above. Finally a session with some entertainment.
"That sounds great."
"How does Transformers sound?"
"Never seen it."
His eyebrows scrunched in confusion, "How have you never seen transformers?"
She shrugged. It had never been on her list of things to get into.
"That's actually criminal."
"It's that good?"
"A cinematic masterpiece. We are watching it."
His back was turned as he got up to set everything up for them. She leaned back and watched as he made a spread of the snacks on the table and unwrapped the blanket.
"You cool adding an hour? The movie is kind of long."
She glanced around the apartment looking at the snacks, the blanket, the movie, the man...
"That's cool."
The anxiety of the real reason she was here came rushing back. She still had to cuddle this man.
When he sat back down he looked across the couch at her expectantly like he was waiting on something.
"Do you come to me or do I come to you?"
Her cheeks were on fire at his words, and her hands were shaking but she managed to grab the folder out of her bag.
"The basic positions are on the first three pages."
He sat for a moment flipping through the pages before he got to the end.
"These aren't available?"
"Oh those are for repeat clients."
He hummed. "Interesting, the butt pillow definitely looks tempting."
She was going to kill Sun.
"How about you drape your legs over my lap for now. Then we can spoon when you get done snacking."
She nodded her head afraid if she talked she'd ruin the moment.
"Here."
He shifted closer then gently lifted her legs and settled them across his lap.
The blanket followed a second later, draping over the both of them.
"Comfortable?"
Eden swallowed.
"Yeah."
He handed her a box of pepero before prompting her to rest her head against his chest. His hand resting on the blanket where her knee was.
For a while they watched the movie and every so often his fingers drifted along the outside of her leg. Nothing inappropriate or anything she would complain about, but each pass still made her hyperaware of where he was touching.
The movie didn't really catch her interest, but she forced herself to focus on that rather than his touch and the smell of his cologne.
They were halfway through the movie when he was ready to spoon. He laid down first before Eden made her way down in front of him arm stretching behind them for a quick moment.
"Before we get comfortable." Eden plucked the throw pillow from above their heads and placed it between them as a barrier. "Safety first."
Kai stared at the pillow.
Then at her.
Then back at the pillow.
"Cute."
His arm wrapped around her waist pulling her flesh against him.
This was exactly why she needed the pillow.
No longer interested in the movie she inspected the piece that covered his whole arm.
The body of a dragon curled around his forearm in intricate detail, soaring through falling petals of a sakura tree, a lone warrior standing on its back.
"You can touch it. I don't mind."
She didn't have to be told twice.
Her fingertips followed the curve of the dragon's body, tracing the individual scales etched into his skin.
"What made you choose this?
He looked down at her, eyes softening for a split second before they returned to normal.
For a moment, something flickered across his face.
An emotion Eden couldn't quite pinpoint. Just something heavier than what she's seen from him so far.
"It's a story for another time," he said softly.
She nodded. Whatever the meaning was behind the tattoo clearly wasn't first session territory so she let it go.
Her hand fell back to her side as she returned her attention to the movie once more.
"Would you ever get a tattoo?"
She looked up at him with a smile.
"I actually have some."
His eyes locked with hers.
"Really? Where?"
"Just a few small ones scattered around." she shrugged. "I don't think I could commit to a huge piece or a sleeve yet."
"You definitely seem like the type to overthink for a few years before committing to anything."
She gave him a playful push.
"I'll have you know I got a few of these on a whim."
He raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay my bad for assuming."
"Serves you right."
By the time the credits were rolling, Eden was fighting a yawn. She hadn't realized how late it had gotten, or how much of the movie they spent talking.
Kai spoke as she rose up from the couch. "You may have gotten away with not watching the whole thing this time, but we will be watching number two next time. No distractions."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."
She helped clean up before she gathered her things to leave. He insisted she leave the blanket for their next cuddle sessions which she was happy to oblige.
As she slipped her shoes on by the door, she found herself looking back toward the living room.
The blanket was still draped over the couch, snack basket half empty on the coffee table, and the tv ready to play the second movie.
A few hours ago she was convinced everything and anything would go wrong. Instead, they spent half of the movie talking and laughing.
She caught herself smiling.
Somehow, it had all felt easy.
Eden stood in the doorway of his apartment unsure of how she should say goodbye. She wanted to express that she had a good time, but didn't want him to take it the wrong way. Lucky for her he took the reins.
"Get home safe."
"I will."
He played with a curl on her shoulder.
"Text me when you get there?"
Eden laughed.
"What are you my dad?"
"No," he agreed.
His fingers released her curl.
"But if something happens to you, I wouldn't know who to contact for my refund.
Her mouth opened in shock, a few breathy laughs filling the hallway. "Oh fuck you!"
He waved her off with a smile.
"See you next time little red."
Shaking her head, Eden turned towards the stairwell door with a dumb grin on her face.
So annoying.
She took her time walking down the stairs, so caught up in the night she just had she didn't notice the man passing her had stopped to stare.
"Eden?"
She froze.
"You're Eden right?"
She turned slowly meeting the eyes of no other than Jungkook.
Her breath caught in her throat. "W-what are you doing here?"
"Uhh I own the building...What are you doing here?"
She knew whatever she answered she would be in a lose-lose situation. If she told him the truth he'd for sure know who she was just with, but if she lied it opened up a lot of different doors for assumptions.
She chose the latter.
"I was working."
Jungkook frowned.
"Working?"
"Yep."
"With Kai?"
How the fuck did he know that?!
She tried to play it off. "Sorry can't answer that."
Jungkook laughed.
"He's the only other person living in the building right now. My other tenants are idols on tour."
Eden closed her eyes for a second.
Of course.
"It's alright I won't bring it up to him if I see him."
She immediately relaxed.
"I would appreciate that."
"No problem. Cuddle buddy confidentiality, right?"
"Exactly."
He pulled his phone out like he remembered something.
"You should stop by Rapmon Hyung's. All he did was complain the whole trip about not having you nearby for a session."
Eden's stomach dropped a little.
Right. Namjoon.
She had completely pushed him out of her brain for the night.
"Actually I can call him right now! I'm sure he'd be glad to see you."
She almost jumped to grab the phone out of his hand.
"No no no! No need. I'm sure he'll text me if he needs me!"
Jungkook looked at her weirdly as she waved her hands around frantically trying to keep him from calling his friend.
"Okay..."
"It's just we have a process you know?" she chuckled nervously.
"That makes sense. I know hyung can be a little anal sometimes."
"Exactlyyy you get it!" she said. "Well if you'll excuse me I think my cab is outside."
"Okay see you."
She started to move before pausing once more. "Oh Jungkook?!"
He peered back over his shoulder. "Yeah?"
"Can you not tell Namjoon you saw me? You know client confidentiality and stuff."
He smiled, his bunny teeth on display.
"Of course. Your secret is safe with me."
She returned the smile before taking the stairs down two at a time.
What a close one.
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The FaceTime call rang three times as Jungkook walked in front of his large window that overlooked the city and the ground below.
On the fourth ring Namjoon's face filled the camera, hair wet from his shower.
"What's up?"
"Hyung you would not believe who I just saw..."
A/N: Of course her secret was not safe with that man.
