pairing. dirtbag ! nishimura riki x mean girl f ! reader
summary. you, a picture perfect girl with an ego taller than herself, needed a companion—and it just so happens that the troubled boy in your class needed a place to stay.
“are you just gonna stand there?” you asked, placing a hand on your hip as you tilted your head at the boy.
“relax, i’m coming.” riki rolled his eyes, scoffing at your attitude.
to call your outfit an eyesore was definitely an understatement; everything from your sunglasses to your pumps was pink, it looked like as if you had just came out of a mean girls movie.
he allowed his eyes to close as he took a breath in, practically bracing himself for all that could possibly happen within the time of being your roommate.
“took you long enough.” you crossed your arms, turning with your heel before stomping your pink pumps against the floor, “so, why did you need a place to stay if you don’t mind me asking?”
“i do mind you asking, actually.”
“oh. sorry.” you apologized, now unlocking the door to your dorm. “didn’t mean to overstep..”
he replied to you with silence, walking past you and into your dorm before taking the time to scan his surroundings. “the school allowed you to do this?” he asked, pointing his thumb at the area behind him, which had furniture and utilities as pink as cotton candy and as white as marshmallows.
“they don’t care anymore, i made renovations without asking them since i started school here and they gave up on warning me.” you shrugged, placing your purse in a specific spot by the door. “make yourself at home, just keep this place tidy and only sleep in the closet.”
“and that is..?”
and that is pinkest closet that boy has ever seen. he had to stay here?! with you?!
“this is where i’m staying?!”
“would you rather the parking garage?”
riki threw his head back in annoyance, looking at you from the corners of his eyes before looking down at the neatly made air mattress that was set up in the middle of the closet. “this will do.”
you smiled and lightly clapped your hands in excitement, finally getting the feel of having a roommate—especially since he’s hot.
this makes it easy for you, out of the few guys in your graduating class that isn’t attracted to you, and maybe that’s what makes him so intriguing.
I wake up, or my mind is still somewhere else, like it doesn’t remember the fact that there is a 6 feet criminal man on my 5 feet couch. The light of the morning shines through the curtains making me whine out loud like a dying mouse.
I sit up, look myself and the mirror, and drop my head. God, morning doesn’t suit me.
I fix my hair and put on a little more appropriate clothes, some comfy brown yoga pants and a short dress over it. Where’s that dang bunny. He’s always here.
I open my bedroom door and peek, making sure he isn’t, idk standing outside it, changing clothes. When I notice he isn’t looming around the house at this hour, I sneak out, towards the kitchen.
I suck in a breath, he’s laying on the couch sleeping. That’s the reality of 50 square meter house, kitchen and living room are sharing. I notice how in his neck, is tugged nap nap. A little tea cup sized fluff is nuzzled there.
“Betrayer” I snicker, but then I chuckle. I was so sure that bunny hated him. I make a little sound, ordering nap nap over. I cut fruits and vegetables for nap nap. He’s beaming with joy like he might combust.
“Patience” I mutter and slide a plate over to him. “There you go”.
I get started on breakfast too, I’d normally drink smoothie but a man can’t live off that. Especially a man who wanders streets and smokes for fun.
So…I get to mixing up a gooey pancake batter with blueberries in it. I turn on the stove and find my spatulas and get cooking. But…everything goes wrong. I can’t flip one, the other is stuck, one is underbaked and one is crumbling. I sigh, a heavy sigh… master chef who?
Suddenly I hear a groan coming from the couch, he’s awake.
Oh shoot, he’s awake. Mr criminal is awake. He looks around for a moment before sitting up. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath. He looks incredibly hot right now-
I shake my head, I’m still mad about him yelling at me! I tell myself.
He ruffles his hair and then spots me… he gives a nod.
“Good morning-…” he mutters and realizes his voice is too cracky to keep talking.
“Hii!” I let out, biting at my lip a bit. He looks at me, the type of look that is questioning my expression. He’s sitting up in my couch, hair a mess, hoodie off, he rubs his hands over his face.
“What’s that…?” He asks as he touches his neck, stretching it out so the line of muscles shows. Scratches, all along his neck. Little uneven lines, some have bled a very little bit.
“Oh…oh my god. Nap nap! When I woke up he was sleeping on your neck. He must’ve thought you were sandpaper for his nails” I say. So he does hate him.
“Little shit” he rubs the back of his neck. “Whatever” he mutters and gets up from the bed. He knacks his knuckles and neck.
“I should also get going” he says dismissively, like the decision was already made.
Leave? LEAVE?! He’s not even been there a full day, I made breakfast for him and all, and then he wants to leave.
“Why already? I just made pancakes, they may be super ugly and crooked but they… They taste good!” I beam.
“Pleaseeeee you’re my guest, maybe you wanna brush your teeth too!! And Nap Nap…likes company” I shower him with excuses. He scoffs
“No need” he replies, pulling on his old hoodie on, almost heading out when he suddenly gets tugged.
“NO” I pout. “Just stay” pathetic he thinks, but maybe yeah…maybe he could stay a bit, use my private gym a bit, get his teeth brushed and get some food.
“Fine” he walks over to the kitchen island, gives nap nap a little rough scratch between the ears and sit down. He can still feel the place he was tugged, like it was engraved into his skin, his clothes.
“You a coffee guy?” I blink curiously, he looks at me tiredly.
“Flat white would work” he says. I smile, bright, dimples hollowed into my cheeks.
I start making the coffee, even attempting latte art. Very unsure, I pour the milk and Ehm….
“What’s it supposed to be?” He asks, already sipping it as I serve pancakes. “Thanks Bono” he says.
“It’s a bunny but I guess it looks like a bloop” I grin nervously. I sit down beside him, hands clasped together under my chin, little legs swinging under the table as I wait for his reaction to the pancakes. He takes a mouthful. He chews once, then pauses like he’s thinking. Then he swallows.
“Is it good?” I ask nervously.
“Yeah, it’s fine, better then what I normally eat.” He says and finishes the pancake. He keeps seeing me glance at him.
“Am I that good looking?” He says. I freeze, completely straighten.
“No, I mean yes, I mean eh-“ I stutter. “It’s fine” he answers as he drags the fork across the plate then sets it down. The tension is thick and awkward.
“Sorry about the other day…. You know at the casino. I shouldn’t have shouted, I just got excited” I explain, my hands explain too.
“Seriously don’t worry about it. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, that’s the worst part. I still meant what I said tho…I guess. But we don’t need to discuss it freckles” He looks at me and I nod as I clutch nap nap. He can tell I’m nervous just by how I’m holding him. A little clumsy, a little more like a stressball than a creature.
“Anyways so I got a toothbrush you can borrow, and if you want you can also use my other stuff” I say as I put nap nap down. The bunny scrambles off like he just got released from torture.
“Thanks, I’ll maybe use the gym” I look so happy when he says it. He notices immediately.
“Yayyyy! Finally it can come to use” I happily hop a bit. I dart to the bathroom bringing him a towel. I stuff it into his hands.
Crack…the smallest bit of a smile you’ll ever see from him.
With that he heads out the apartment to the gym right outside.
Summary: the black sheep of the family ends up being forced to get married to Park jongseong. And not only that, but also she’s forced to make him fall for her.
Warnings: family expectations, fake friends, family mistreatment, Niki smokes, guaranteed drama … that’s it for now
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - …
You find yourself developing a crush on the nerdy new kid; Jungwon. With the help of your bsf; Ni-ki, you get closer to Jungwon by arranging tutoring sessions with him since he's quite the prodigy! Could these tutoring sessions turn into something more?🫣
Fluff, tutor!jungwon x fem!reader, strangers to lovers .
Author notes: um hey…! Lowk disappeared bc I lost motivation and I’m sorry to inform you but this will no longer be an smau…I FEEL MORE COMFORTABLE JS WRITING IT. HIGHKEY wanted to js delete to whole series but ig I’m keeping it. This part is superr short but oh well sorryy🥺Anywayssss hope ygs enjoy 🥰
PT.1 PT.2 PT.3 PT.4
You: RIKI UM SO GUESS WHO BAGGED FINE SHYT🔥🫣
Riki: Who?
You: Ur sexiest hg🤤
Riki: Ohhh Melanie?😂
You: …I’ll bya
Riki: I’m js playinggg🥺🥺
Riki: Anywayss u bagged Jungwon?
You: Well pretty much. He asked me out for coffee sometime🥰🥹
Riki: Not necessarily “bagged” but alr
You: You’re on thin ice bud
Riki: Sowwwy🥺 but fr fr I’m happy 4 u 🥳 congrats 🔥💯
You: Ty ty🙂↕️
The next time you see Jungwon he’s wearing a grey hoodie with dark blue jeans and of course his glasses that slip down his nose every few minutes. You make eye contact and he immediately starts turning red. You wanted to go up to him but you wanted to see if he’d make a move first. And yep even with that bright red face he walks up to you as if walking into a lions den. With caution and carefulness. “Hi y/n” he finally says before adjusting his glasses. “Hi Jungwon, what’s up?” “Just saw you and wanted to say hi of course.” “That’s all” “…uh so about our tutoring session…sorry if I came off intense or something.” “Don’t worry it’s all cool, Won” “you sure? You’d tell me if I made you uncomfortable right?” “I promise” he chuckles nervously as if what he’s about to say next might make him explode. “Uh so…you down to get some coffee after class? Totally cool if not you know—“”I’d love to” you cut him off before he can turn into a rambling mess and his ears perk up. “Yeah? Oh yeah um great! So um…see you after class?” “Mhm see you after class, Won” And with that you both walk to class both grinning from ear to ear like a couple of lovestruck idiots (which…you kind of are)
You: RIKI!! ME JUNGWON DATE AFTER CLASS!
Riki: Why u speaking in cavewoman?
You: YOU UNDERSTOOD.
Riki: ig bro anyways👀👀 that lil coffee date u talked abt?
You: yes Riki THAT lil coffee date🥹
Riki: Ouh shii 👀👀well anyways lmk what happens 🫣p.s. jungwon is currently staring into space smiling like he just got his first kiss
I’m going insane from exhaustion. And not only that. The fact that I’m tracking, hacking and stealing information about a girl I’ve known. The one that offered me to stay over at her house, the one that followed me around an alley like a duckling. The one that got my whole identity exposed.
It should have been easy.
A job was a job, I’ve done worse.
So why did this feel different?
I set the thought aside for a while.
She’s scrambling around trying to find me a towel.
My hair is a mess, bruises, bleeding and I feel all dirty when my boots step in.
The apartment is very her… soft lights, plushies, a fork key…? It’s small, pretty small yeah. The floor doesn’t creek like most floors do where I stay.
Bomi comes back and stuffs a towel and some clothes into my hands, and offer me the bathroom for a shower.
I step in as she complains about how she dropped her scent sticks to the floor. So now all the tiles soaked up the scent. She says it gives her a headache to smell.
I dont have the right to be upset about her right now, but holy shit she’s annoying me. It’s like a woodpecker banging into my head every time that infuriating mouth opens
“And like the scent is nice but sometimes it’s too muc-“
“Ok” I cut her off and walk into the bathroom.
The shower is hot, the type that seeps into the muscles, down the face and Feels burning in the best ways. I run my hands through my hair to wash away the dirty alley.
I get out after a while and see a med kit she’s laid out for me. Along with that is a set of clothes, a hoodie and some home pants. The bathroom is indeed scented in every corner, even her shampoo smells like flower field.
I put on the pants only and hold the med kit.
Walking out of the bathroom I see her putting groceries away while snacking on a full baguette. She’s standing on a stool, reaching the highest cabinet to put away tomato sauce.
I walk over quietly, stopping beside her as she continues stuffing groceries into the cabinets, completely unaware of me standing there.
For a moment, I just watch.
She’s balancing on a small stool, one hand holding the tomato sauce while the other is occupied with the baguette she’s been eating from. There’s something strangely ridiculous about it. She looks completely comfortable in her own world.
She turns slightly when she notices I’m looming over her. Then she freezes, eyes travelling up.
“Woad” (what) her sounds are muffled around the food in her mouth, cheeks slightly filled. Her hands scrunch a bit together, like they are crumbling nothing. Her gaze drops to my chest before immediately looking back up at my face.
She points accusingly at my chest.
“Why are you shirtles-“ I turn my body to show her my back, flexing a bit under her gaze. Down my back are long lines of wounds, swollen, bleeding like I’ve been in a war zone.
I can practically see the questions forming in her head
“I can’t reach them” I say dryly, as I point over my shoulder.
“How did you get them?”
The horror in her voice annoys me more than it should.
I don’t know why.
Maybe because I’m used to people looking at wounds like these and seeing a weakness.
“People from the alley, caught me” I admit and shoot her a glare. “You wanna help or no?”
She hesitates before nodding excessively.
I sit down in front of the couch, she sits behind me and opens the med kit. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, as her legs cage on each side of my body. She’s nervous, why am I even surprised.
She takes out cotton and disinfectant, dips a cotton ball and dabs its over the wounds. I hiss hard, the air coming through clenched teeth.
Suddenly my eyes land on a little moving thing on the floor. A blur of fur. I’m leaned over my knees when a tiny little bunny squeezes between my ankles.
“What the fuck is that” the bunny looks at me with absolute judgment, one ear lopsided.
“Its nap nap, my bunny. Nap nap come here, don’t bother him” she giggles but there is is a hint of nervousness under it.
I see the bunny hop off to do some zoomies then suddenly I feel a thing poking me.
“ARSH, what are you doing?” I groan.
“There is a splinter, I’m just trying to get it out” she whispers. The position right now feels strangely intimate I notice. Im shirtless, completely submissive in a way under her hands.
Around 5 minutes later she finished the bandages. I let out a sigh of relief and nod.
“No thanks?” She pouts complaining she’s done a hell lot of work for me. It’s almost a bit cute how flared up she is.
“Yeah thanks whatever, freckles” he stand up and pull on the hoodie. Her bunny is sprawled out now.
As the night comes on, she disappeared into her room with a giggle, leaving me the couch with a duvet. Haven’t ever slept well anyways, insomnia isn’t for the weak. But still, I need sleep. I get under the blankets and check my phone.
Sleep refuses to come as easily as I’d hoped. My body is exhausted, but my mind keeps replaying the same things over and over. Victor Kwon, Manuel, The company, Bomi Kang. Three names that should never have crossed paths, yet somehow all ended up in the same apartment tonight. I came here to sleep for a night. Instead, I walked straight into the middle of the very job I’d been given. And suddenly all the emails on my phone of little things she’s subscribed to, places she’s a member of and delivery services, feel much heavier than what they are.
I feel a little rustle crawl up. Her bunny. Oh god, this thing. We look at each other for a second before I wrap my index finger and thumb around his middle and put him back on the floor… where a bunny should belong. His little feet go absolutely bonkers, wiggling around.
I turn in the sofa and fall asleep after while. Not noticing that a bunny has cuddled into me across the night.
✴︎ ──── YOU thought it was a good idea to flirt with someone at a restaurant after a fight with jungwon. oh how that was a bad idea…
wd.╰┈➤ 2.4k not proofread
PAIRING: mean(?)dom!jungwon x sub!reader exhibitionism established relationship
gia’s note… the grammar and spelling errors might be horrid im making this 2 in the damn morning. i cringed making this and a little warning this is hot ass so read with caution. also praying that tumblr allows this, everything here is consensual, and nothing is TOO explicit . if tumblr flags this too, if gna go completely ao3 with teasers posted here unless its like fluff or sum idk 🌚
ao3 link here.
“i don’t know what to tell you, baby. i’ve been busy with work and you have to understand that.” jungwon sighs in frustration, holding his composure with everything he can.
“i understand that, it’s just the second you come home you barely even acknowledge my presences like i’m a ghost!” you shout back, your voice contrasting jungwon’s soft, patient tone. “and it’s not like this is a once-or-twice situation, this happens also everyday.” your hands flailing everywhere. “am i your wife or your damn maid?” you walk away making it towards your bedroom.
although you and jungwon are in a heated argument, the two of you still had a dinner to attend. you won’t let a verbal altercation ruin your night. jungwon follows behind you, still calm, steps relaxed. “i love you and i would never intentionally make you feel like tha-“
“jungwon, fuck off. you never cared until i brought it up!” your words came out harsher than you expected. slamming and locking the washroom door behind you. jungwon raised an eyebrow at your language. choosing to stay silent for the rest of the night.
he knew if opened his mouth, he would lose every ounce of respect he had.
the silence remained strong even during the care ride. nor you, or jungwon chose to broach the unresolved issue. the atmosphere filled with unease tension, and angry. the sound of medication advertisements and nearby cars passing filling the silence. at one point, jungwon looked over at you at a stop light. eyes filled with guilt, frustrated thoughts that wanted to be heard. you refused to hear them.
arriving at the restaurant, you get out the car first. being petty enough to slam the car door with intention, and walk much farther than jungwon. all he could do is poke his tongue with his cheek, resting his hands into his pockets.
the ambience of the restaurant was welcoming, groups of adults laughing in sync, jazz music blaring through the speakers, and glasses that reflected off of the fluorescent warm lighting, clinking together. this was going to be a fun dinner with friends, not a time to ponder on your husband’s redundancy.
you meet eyes with jay waving his hand, sitting around a table of both jungwon’s and your friends. making your way to the table, you greet everyone, hugging some people, complimenting others, the whole ordeal. jungwon behind you, repeats you actions.
this dinner was like every hangout; carelessly cackling at memories, planning things for the future, and most of all, eating a ton of food.
eventually, the group dispersed into their own scattered hanful. you’re sat with your friend, eunchae, jungwon nowhere to be seen. “there seems to be some kind of tension…” eunchae questioned, raising an eyebrow. “what do you mean?” you lowly replied, confusion evident on your face. eunchae folds her lips at your oblivion, scooting closer to you on her barstool. “you look like you’re about to chop jungwon’s head off,” she giggles, taking a sip of her drink.
“ugh. you know, couples argue, but it’s not about him right now.” you sighed, giving a blunt response. you remember that eventually, you have to deal with the quarrel between you and jungwon, not ignore him forever. he’s literally your boyfriend.
“if you wanna get him off your mind so badly, i say go talk to the guy behind you. he’s been eye-fucking you all evening,” eunchae nudges your arm. you subtly peering at the man behind you. about the same age, tank top paired with sweatpants and a denim jacket, hair done with little care. his eye meet your with a thin lipped smile, you nod back.
“i’m not saying, sign the devoice papers and kiss his ass goodbye. i’m saying socialize.” eunchae winks, getting up to leave you with the man near, or more like eye-fucking you.
he finds a chair closer to you, introducing himself. “thought i come up to you. you’re beautiful and i couldn’t help but tell you. i’m taeyong.” his breath reeked of alcohol, and he wasn’t the prettiest. but that didn’t matter to you. jungwon is the love of your life, you just wanted to get his blood boiling by talking to this moron.
this is what happens when you choose to ignore your wife.
eunchae appears far behind taeyong, mouthing, “you only life once,” before disappearing into the crowd. she’s right, you only live one life.
that sparked something in you. maybe the thought of jungwon getting absolutely livid at the sight of me talking to another guy, maybe it’s just doing stupid shit. i guess we’ll never know.
the conversation between you and taeyong carries on. you laugh at unnecessary things that weren’t even hinting at a joke, slapping his arm and even tearing up. you were having way too much fun. taeyong wasn’t the brightest guy, maybe the concept of everything couldn’t stop you from cracking up.
“you’re hilarious, you got a boyfriend? single?” taeyong finally inquired, eye glimmering with a hint faith. but this was when you were lost for words, your brain short-circuiting trying to find an answer.
“oh-“ you were cut off to the feeling of a cold hand slithering down your hips, an unsettling chill blossoming in your chest. “we need to go, darling,” the mysterious voice spoke up, breath fanning over your ear. you immediately got up, the chillingly-calm yet furious tone in jungwon’s voice spoke volumes. taeyong didn’t question further, put his glass down before hesitantly waving at you practically getting dragged by jungwon.
jungwon completely disregards the front entrance, now you’re wondering if you’re going home, or being dragged into a set up to get brutally murdered. well, with how upset jungwon is right now, it might just be the second answer.
all those negative thoughts cleared away the second jungwon pushes you into the empty restroom, your body soft hitting against the cold tile walls. he turns around, facing you. hair tossed so imperfectly-perfect, fury visible on his face as his brows lightly furrow.
“so we get into one little argument, and now you think it’s ok to go hoeing around like a whore, hm?” jungwon’s words come out harsh, cocking an eyebrow passively. you part your lips, about to speak up before jungwon beats you to it. “you’ve said all you wanted and now it’s time for me to fucking talk,” he locks the door behind him, making is way to you.
jungwon’s figure somewhat towers your, his broad shoulders hindering any view behind. “take your skirt off,” jungwon demanded. and thats when you knew you broke something in him. he is the most patient person you know. he softly asks you things, changing the tone of his voice even when greeting you, he was gentle with you, he treated you like a rare mineral. not once was he ever aggressive with you, until now.
you comply, finished being a brat for tonight. you toss your skirt to the side, now neglected. jungwon’s large hands reach around, harshly massaging the fat of your butt, his lips ghosting over your ear. “i feel like i need to make something clear,” he nips at your earlobe, sucking the skin around. “i treat you people how they act. and today, you choose to act like slut, so i’m going to treat you like a slut, am i clear?” jungwon’s words make you feel a way, his tone piercing through you like a bullet.
one of jungwon’s hand make it’s way up to your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “am. i. clear?” jungwon’s other hand snakes around to rub your clothes clit, his rhythm matching the tempo of his words. you quiver at his actions, subconsciously ignoring his question. jungwon pinches your clit, moving your head with the fingers laying on your chin, answering for you.
your body subtly jolts at the touch, craving more. “jungwon… please don’t stop,” you whispered, you hands find their way to his back, mindlessly caressing as the heat pools in your pussy. “you think you’re going to get what you want that easily? not after this behaviour,” jungwon chuckles at your audacity. “you’re going take whatever i give you.”
with that, his lips land on you chin, biting and kissing greedily, making is way to your neck. “is this why you did this?” so you can get fucked in the middle of a public restroom?” you feel a smirk again your warm skin, jungwon’s disbelief apparent. “n-no, that’s not it i swear. let m-me just tal-“ you tried to defend yourself, but to no avail. “nuh-uh, you’ve talked enough for today.” his eyes back on yours, taking in your features for a second.
“do you want to be fucked like the whore you are?” a provocative expression plastered on his face.
you bobbed your head with persistence. eyes fluttering shut st the euphoria. “use your words.” jungwon’s tone once again dominating. as jungwon’s continues to tease around with you, his middle finger slowly make their way past your underwear, dipping into the wetness of your pussy. he hums at your arousal.
“jungwon, please… fuck me.” you voice low in pleasure and a bit humiliation.
“like a what?”
“like the whore i am,”
the triumphant grin on jungwon’s face was comedic, yet very sexy. you’ve never seen him so satisfied in your life. he pulls his fingers out of you, undoing his jeans before pulling both his jeans and his boxers down, just enough to release his hard-on. a drop of pre-cum flicks against your thigh, jungwon simply sighs.
jungwon’s hand wraps beneath your thighs, wrapping it around his waist as he pushes his swollen tip into your slick folds. jungwon’s brows are knitted almost in concentration, the grip on you thigh tightening. the veins of his dick rubs running against your walls, the friction just right. you let out a reckless moan, your hands frantically finding something to ground yourself on; they land on jungwon’s shoulders.
when jungwon bottoms out, he stays there for a beat, taking in the feeling. “you’re going to take whatever i give you, right?” “shit- yes,” you reply, heading leaning against the cold walls.
maybe complying so willingly to jungwon’s words were the best idea. because before you knew it, his hips snap aggressively against your, his length sliding in and out of you at a speed you can barely comprehend. jungwon hisses at the pleasure, while you’re practically screaming.
jungwon’s other hand reaches to your neck softly, enough for you to breathe. “shut up.” he sucks at your slacked jaw.
his pace gets rougher and his pace slows. still rapid, but he thought of giving you a little grace. more of your arousal leaks around him, a visble ring at the bottom of his dick as he repeatedly nudges at your sweet spot. jungwon lets out a low, stutter whimper, his eye squeezed tight and lips agape. “you’re taking me s-so good. like you were made for me. like a good fucking slut,” he rambles and his fingers slightly loosen around your neck.
you clench hard at words. this is the first time you’ve heard jungwon talk like this, and you definitely don’t want it to be his last.
jungwon pulls out and you let out a mewl at the lost of friction. “turn around,” he jerks lightly at his length. your hands are now resting on the washroom counter, back forcefully arched. jungwon lines himself back up with your glistening hole, locking eyes with him in the mirror. even as jungwon slips back in, his eyes are on your. both pairs of eyes lidded low, yet filled with hunger.
his tips comes in contact with your g-spot more forcefully in this new position, throwing your head down at the sudden penetration. jungwon’s eyes stay glued on your bodies, watching the way your body swayed at his contact. he realizes the power he had over you.
suddenly, he grabs a chunk of you hair forcing you head back up. “holy shit, this pussy w-was made for me. is this what you wanted?” truthfully so, you didn’t really ask to get railed by your husband out of anger. most of all in a public restroom. but you’re not complaining, so maybe you did want this.
“please…” your words dragged out, beginning to slowly rock back on him. “oh you greedy whore. pulling me in like you never want me to stop. should i?” jungwon teases, tossing his head back at the sensation. “jungwon, d-don’t stop,” you pathetically begged back, boosting his ego way higher than it should be. “why shouldn’t i? do you deserve this dick after hoeing around today?” and his pace speeds up.
“pleasepleaseplease,” is all you could reply back, your eyes sealed shut with a wrecked moan. “mmh, such a good girl using your manners,” jungwon purrs. a smack comes in contact with you cheek, stinging in just the right way. “fuuuck, just look at that. fucking made for me. letting me use you.” jungwon audibly groans. you could tell he was close.
jungwon’s thrust are now more fluid, more brutal. is hips frantically snapping as he grows more vocal. “gonna use you as my cum-dump. you’re gonna take it like the slut you are. every drop.” his words spill out like a faucet, taking you closer to his climax. you clench more often around him, arousal leaking more as that familiar heat begins to pool in your lower stomach.
“baby p-please, i’m so—shit, close!” you whined, your back somehow arching farther at the unreal feeling consuming your body. and just like that, you’re trembling around jungwon, vision going white, your gripping on the counter tightening, and you let out a primal, whimpering scream. you’re gushing around jungwon’s length, his lower abdomen and your thighs now glistening and dripping with yours fluid.
“hold in just a little-fuck-longer, darling. take all this cum.” jungwon pants, your entire body pushing against the counter at how hard he’s is thrusting. “you’re doing so good.” you barely hear jungwon, still lost in pleasure and at your absolute highest.
you feel jungwon pour into you with a final slamming. “s-shit,” he strained, slowly pulling out. you catch your breath, more like catch you grasp on life; that was the best fuck of your life.
jungwon looks at you through the mirror, eyes dark with lust. “we’re going home. we’re not done, slut.”
When he asks you to come over but he has something else planned
𝒲𝒜ℛ𝒩ℐ𝒩𝒢: 18+, hickeys, fingering, riding (p in v), nose riding, unprotected sex (don’t do this), dryhumping, grinding, neck kissing
Heeseung texted me to come over, why? I think, maybe he just wants to fuck?,but heeseung always wants to fuck
hee texts again more impatiently “hurry up”
I chuckle and text him back “I’m getting ready calm down”
You arrive at his place and knock on the door. He opens it quickly, pulling you inside and slamming it shut behind you.
He pushes you against the wall, kissing you deeply.
"Took you long enough."
He then picks you up and takes you to his room.
He tosses you onto his bed and crawls over you, pinning you down.
"I missed you."
He says as he starts kissing down your neck.
He lifts your shirt off, revealing your body to him.
"Look at you. So beautiful." He says, admiring you.
He trails kisses down your stomach, his hands working on your pants.
"I want you so bad, baby."
He pulls your pants down, leaving you in your underwear.
He grins, seeing your lace panties.
"These are new."
He snaps the waistband, making you jolt.
"For me?"
He chuckles at your reaction.
"I like them. But I'd prefer you without them."
He hooks his fingers under the fabric and starts sliding them down your legs.
"Much better."
He throws them aside and spreads your legs apart.
He settles between them, his head resting on your inner thigh.
"You're perfect."
He says, kissing your thighs and getting closer to your core.
"All wet for me already."
He teases, blowing cool air against your heat.
"I can see that."
He grins, his breath hot now.
"I can taste it too."
"Heeseung" I call his name with a shaky voice
He looks up at you with a smirk.
"Yes, princess?"
“just do it” i tell him
He raises an eyebrow, enjoying your impatience.
"Do what exactly?"
He asks, knowing exactly what you want but wanting to hear you say it.
“Suck my clit”
"So demanding."
He complies, licking a stripe up your slit.
“Yeah right there” I tell him moaning in satisfaction
He circles your clit with his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure.
He starts sucking on it, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place.
He inserts a finger into you while he continues his ministrations.
He pumps the finger in and out slowly, curling it to hit your sweet spot.
He adds another finger, scissoring them to stretch you.
"You're so tight."
He murmurs against you.
“Oh fuck”
He chuckles against your core again, the vibrations sending shivers through your body.
"You're gonna be even tighter around my cock”
He quickens his pace, his fingers moving faster and faster.
"Cum for me, yeah”
He bites down gently, sending you over the edge.
He removes his fingers and sits up.
He licks his lips, tasting you.
"Delicious."
He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap.
“whatever is up with you today I like it” I groan breathing heavily.
He kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself.
"I need to be inside you now."
“go on” I tell him.
He positions himself at your entrance, his tip pressing against you.
"Are you ready, baby?"
“yeah” i confirm.
He pushes in slowly, groaning at the feeling of your heat enveloping him.
"Fuck you're perfect for me”
He lifts you up slightly and slams you back down.
"So perfect."
He repeats, starting a steady rhythm.
I gasp feeling so full suddenly
He bounces you on his lap, his hands on your hips guiding you.
"Ride me, baby. Take what's yours."
“mhmm fuck” I moan
He watches you with intense eyes, his jaw clenched.
"That's it, just like that."
He thrusts up to meet your movements.
One of his hands moves to your chest, squeezing it.
"I love watching you bounce on my lap. It's so hot seeing you take charge."
“Really?.” I ask him
"Yeah, it's fucking sexy."
He pinches your nipple. Then pulls you down for another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.
suddenly he flips you over , pinning you to the bed.
"And I'm gonna remind you of that every day."
He starts pounding into you harder.
My moans get louder.
He leans down to your ear, his breath hot.
"I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, Mark you as mine permanently."
Then He reaches between your legs and rubs your clit again, wanting you to cum again.
He cums inside you with a growl, filling you up just as promised.
He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily.
"You're going to be walking funny tomorrow."
“It’s worth it”
He mumbles against your neck.
"Damn right it is."
then pulls out and rolls off, pulling you into his chest.
He covers you both with a blanket.
"Get some rest, baby. You're gonna need it."
He kisses your forehead.
"And I'm gonna need to change the sheets."
He jokes, laughing softly.
holds you close, running his fingers through your hair.
"You're so beautiful"
Note: idk know but when I saw heeseung with black hair i just thought about writing some smut, this is actually my first time writing smut,I just wanted to try it out on another account
it’s been about 6 days or so since that night. I’m totally over it I think. I’m carrying mountains of groceries, mostly because I’m a hoarder and second because my feed has been filled with meal prepping videos. A baguette is threatening to face slam me.
I stuff my hands onto my sleeves at the cold evening air. Today has been filled with meetings about my new books release. Everyone is praying that it does well.
I tumble a bit around the puddles, the paper bags I’m holding, threatening to crack.
Suddenly as I fix an onion I see a figure. Doesn’t ring a bell at all. Nothing familiar about them-
Then he steps beneath a flickering streetlamp.
Dark hair.
Black hoodie.
Hands shoved deep into his pockets.
Both of us raise our eyes at the same time.
“Heeseung?”
Except he looks awful. Dark undereyes, shoulders so tense, clothes wrinkled. Bruises everywhere. His hair is a mess too and he looks very unalive. I gulp.
“Fuck man” he mutters.
I turn around immediately.
He made it pretty clear he didn’t want anything to do with me after that day. I hesitate in my step tho. He looks exhausted.
I should just ask him if he’s okay….
I turn again. He isn’t walking anymore.
“Are you okay?” I peek at him.
“Go home” he mutters under his breath then wince. He starts walking again, it’s clear his he doesn’t know where. It’s like he’s looking around.
I sigh.
I shouldn’t talk to him after all that yelling. I’m so embarrassed too.
“Do you have somewhere to stay?” I say, I picked that much out.
“I’ll figure something out” he says. His eyes feel a bit restless.
“I have a couch” I grab his sleeve to stop his steps.
“No”
“Yes. One night” I say. he looks down at me. His eyes are tiredly looking into mine before looking away again.
He genuinely has no where left.
“…one night” he says. I smile, big grin and stuff some groceries into his arms.
-
The way home was awkward kinda. I keep talking to fill the silence but as the nonchalant guy he is, he doesn’t answer. He’s very tired too.
“I bought too much toothpaste” I beam, but a little awkward.
“…”
“I have extra clothes you can borrow. My little brother left stuff once. Only if you want” I bite my lip gently.
It’s cold today. Mid January is lot for the weak. When the chilly breeze comes by, it nips at the tip of my nose. I scrunch up, cheeks getting all pink. It’s the kind of cold that really makes you regret not putting on another layer.
I glance at him. His steps are a little limp, his body a bit tilted, and his jaw is tight like he has a constant headache.
He’s not as attractive as he normally is.
We reach, the apartment building. It’s newly made, clearly. Not keys, no, it’s codes to get in. Long long halls of freshly polished floors. White walls, with rose gold lining. Even a little private gym.
None of it registers. His attention drifts to the number displayed above the entrance.
He knows that number.
His brows knit together.
No…
He follows me inside without a word, eyes flicking from the hallway signs to the apartment numbers lining the walls.
Every step feels slower than the last.
It can’t be. His pulse pounds once against his ribs. Then again.
I stops in front of a door. “Here we are.”
He barely hears me. His gaze stays fixed on the silver numbers screwed into the wood.
The same building, The same floor, The same apartment.
The address sitting in the file on his laptop. For a second, he wonders if exhaustion is playing tricks on him.
It has to be.
Of all the buildings.
Of all the people.
“…Heeseung?”
My voice pulls him back. He blinks once before forcing his expression flat.
“…Yeah.”
His eyes linger on the numbers one last time.
The target he’d spent days tracing through databases, public records and dead-end searches…
…had just invited him inside.
“What’s your name. Never got it”
“Bomi Kang”
Fuck.
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Guysss!! The plot is revealed 😨 I just wanted to say, I post on wattpad too, the same story. It’s hard to find since no one has read it yet. It’s hard to start a fanbase on wattpad 😖
Go check it out if you want the whole story to be at one place, it’s easier to find all the chapters 😘
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