kink [18+] - somnophilia: The desire to have sex with someone who is unconscious/sleeping
–▸ pairing: nct 127 x reader
–▸ word count: 1.4k
Taeil:
–▸ While he’d admire you when you’re sleeping, and find a certain beauty in what you look like while unconscious, I don’t think Taeil’s really the type to try shit while you’re asleep.
–▸ He might wake you up by soft kisses and brushing his fingers against your skin, but he’d only start taking it further after you open your eyes and smile at him so he knows its okay. Even if you tell him you’re always interested in it- prior consent doesn’t feel like enough for this soft boy, he wants enthusiastic, verbal consent every time he touches you.
Johnny:
–▸ He’d be down for it if you discussed it first before hand. He knows enough about general Kink and consent practices to know not to just spur this on you one day and hope you wake up enjoying it.
–▸ Instead of actual penetration though, i think Johnny would love softly opening your legs and beginning to eat you out until you wake up from the feeling and grab at his hair, then he can make you cum from foreplay, and blow your back out after he thinks you’re wet/stretched out enough for his massive morning wood askjakjasksjka
Taeyong:
–▸ Shy boy - sweet soft honey boo thang - he likes consent and he loves receiving praise, so it wouldn’t be often that he’d be into Somnophilia... unless he’s super needy, and feels bad waking you up- then on some rare occasions, he’ll press his body against yours, grinding softly, kissing- soft prompting to wake you up, but no actual penetration or hard core touching until after your eyes are open.
–▸ However, if you were the one waking him up with a blow job, he definitely wouldn’t mind at all, but in a sleep haze, this switchy boy is more likely to be in a subspace mindset of ‘should we worry about others hearing us?’ etc... Poor Taeyong- always worrying aksjkajsakjas
Yuta:
–▸ This demon is down for anything and everything, so somnophilia is definitely on his kink check list to try out.
–▸ He’d see you sleeping and not even know where to start first- like, does he start by sucking on your tits? but what if that wakes you up? or maybe settling between your legs so he can make you cum on his tongue? so many options- guess he’ll just have to fuck you awake more often, learning your limits ;)
Kun:)
–▸ He wouldn’t bring it up with you as a kink of his own, but if you suggested it, he’d be sure to find a way to make your dreams come true ;)
–▸ You’re so peaceful and pretty when you sleep- Kun would probably simply watch you for a while, enjoying the closeness. He’d lay down next to you and just touch you, gently circling your nipple till it’s pebbled before his fingers move down, toying with your panties for a while before slipping past the waistband. The type of lover to kiss your shoulder softly while he fingers you until you wake up and cum on his digits.
Doyoung:
–▸ He would be intrigued if he found out about Somnophilia, whether it be from you or a friend, and he’d ask for your feelings on it to gage a good way to bring it into the bedroom if you’re into it.
–▸ Out of all of these guys- oddly enough i could see Doyoung going kind of ham with this? like- he might even take the opportunity to explore sexual power dynamics more, and handcuff you to the headboard in your sleep before beginning his work on you. He’d go slowly, taking his time since your asleep and he can just enjoy you- then he’d do anything he wanted- Doyoung, specifically, would love waking you up with bdsm power dynamic somnophelia- starting his day having you begging for him- a massive ego boost for this dude AKJAKSJAKSJA- a fabulous give and take.
Jaehyun:
–▸ I hate to say it, but out of all of nct 127, i see Jae being the guy who doesn’t even talk about it with you before hand, and just sees you sleeping one day and is like ‘yeah, let’s do this’- which like- yikes on the consent, but at the same time, Jaehyun would only do this KNOWING you’re his good little cock slut who cries for him every night when he fucks your brains out- so... all indicators point towards consent- which, yes, isn’t enough- but he’d be sure to go extra slow the first time, and get verbal consent from you the moment you wake up- which you’d give, and then he’d make you cum as a reward for being open to these things akjaskjakjs
–▸ He’s the type to probably start by slowly pulling the blankets off of you. All of his attention would be on your core. He wouldn’t be sure how much you could take before waking, and he’d want you nice and wet for him, so he might just lie down between your legs and begin playing with your pussy, looking up at you and waiting to see if you wake up. He’d go as far as fingering you or using his tongue, but once your body is ready for his cock, he’ll wake you up before actual penetration, cupping your face and kissing you while rutting his cock against your core- ready to slip it in the moment you wake up, pull him tighter to your chest, and kiss him back.
Jungwoo:
–▸ He’d probably not even know what Somnophilia is as a kink concept, and just be the type to accidentally fall into it through waking up before you, rolling over to face you, and start sucking on your tiddies jdfkjskd no thoughts in his head as to consent stuff- your tits are out- why wouldn’t he be worshiping them while he wakes up?
–▸ this boy is NEEDY in the morning, and any time he’s awake before you, he’d want to wake you up with pleasure. Would mostly focus on your tiddies, since you often sleep shirtless, but if that doesn’t wake you up, his hand would slip between your legs- and if THAT doesn’t wake you up, he’d start to attack your neck with sloppy kisses. you’d wake up to a whiney Jungwoo, rutting his hard cock against the side of your body while his hands grab at you- sex after this would either be lazy/needy, or involve you riding him, because there’s not a prettier sight than a half sleepy Jungwoo, all big and sprawled out in bed, while you ride him to completion.
Mark:
–▸ He’s down for it, but he’s very - erm - skittish? usually he knows you’re dtf cuz you give verbal confirmation and you’re touching him and kissing him back- so he’s very worried sometimes when it comes to Somnophilia, and might just prefer to wake you up and ask about sleepy sex because sleepy soft morning sex with mark is E V E R Y T H I N G
–▸ he’d be very careful with you if he tried Somnophilia, and he’d be most interested in your reactions, watching your face carefully as he slowly touches you, applying more and more pressure- his favourite things to touch would probably be your tits i’m not gonna lie, and he’d probably enjoy waking you up just by playing with them and licking at them before things go any further- but as soon as you’re awake, soft boy is pressing you into the bed, his dick buried in you, while he pants against your neck about how fucking gorgeous you are in the morning and how much he adores your boobs djkfjsdkfjskd Mark is definitely the biggest morning sweet talker, all gruff, and half the time he doesn’t even make sense- “fuck, you’re so good- take all of me- fuck- ohmygod-” He’ll say practically anything in the morning tbh
Haechan:
–▸ this boy is down for sex 24/7- it doesn’t matter you’re asleep rdyftuygiuho, i feel like pretty soon into the relationship you’d find out about his thing for sleepy sex and it would just kind of escalate at a rapid pace from there
–▸ low key, out of all of 127, Hyuck is the one who would want to full on (penetration) fuck you while you’re asleep if you’d let him- and because this horny devil usually fucks you before you go to bed, you often go to sleep naked- which gives him all the access he wants in the mornings when he wakes up before you - which he makes a habit of doing JUST for his somnophilia thing. because you know this is a kink of his, you might pretend to be asleep just to play with him a little
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When Haechan wakes from his sleep to the rays of sunshine pushing past his drapes, he does so quietly.
There was a time in his life when he would obnoxiously roll, groaning and stretching his arms above his head before wrapping you in a tight hug.
But in the months since the start of your relationship, you’ve allowed Haechan to explore one of his more perverted fetishes: somnophilia.
And now, when Haechan wakes from his sleep to the rays of sunshine pushing past his drapes, he does so quietly, as a calculated move that only makes his heart begin to race with anticipation, pushing more blood down below the waistline of his boxers-
He’d been a morning wood kind of guy before he started giving in to his fantasies with you, and now that he gets to have his way with you every morning- well, practically a day doesn’t go by that Haechan doesn’t wake up a little sweaty, and very uncomfortable- but his remedy is always right beside him, and Haechan shifts, rolling onto his side so he can look at your sleeping form.
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Nothing could bring me down. Although this weekend started off rough, it ended nicely. I even woke up with Yuta sprawled across my bed. I didn't even care that I only had a sliver of the king sized bed. He stayed. Little did he know all he had to do was stay. I was already down in the kitchen eating some left over egg bake when Yuta walked down. He was freshly showered, already dressed for school "Anything left in the fridge?" he asked walking over to it, "Yes," I answered watching as he sighed shutting the fridge. I may have taken the last of the egg bake, I guess the chefs are still only used to cooking for six people, not seven. He sat down next to me "Share," he said and I shook my head "No."
He playfully tugs my hair "Who are you telling me no?" he teased, distracting me with his cute smile. He pulling the plate from in front of me, and the fork out my fingers before I knew it and was scarfing it down as fast as he could. "Hey!" I whined trying to reach for it back, but he could hold me off pretty well with his elbow, I had half a mind to bit him when I felt his soft lips on mine. It was enough to wipe any annoyance I had towards him. He pulled back with a smirk on his lips, loving the power that he held over me "Man, If I knew kissing you would shut you up, I should've just smacked one on you the first day you arrived," he teased before going back to the egg bake.
Mr. Lee walked in with Kate on his feet "I should be allowed to be there, I have a right!" she snapped and he just poured himself some coffee "It has nothing to deal with you, just my family," He replied. You could tell he was trying to remain calm, but he had definitely told her this more than once "I'm you're girlfriend. I'm basically family," she said and he rolled his eyes "It's a no, end of discussion," he said as if he was talking to one of us teenagers. She whirled on her foot, marching out with angry tears down her cheeks, and although her tactics were manipulative, Mr. Lee walked after her.
Yuta had seemed to lose his appetite, his fork just pushing around egg, no longer funneling it into his mouth. "He thinks he's in love..." I doubted that, "But she just emotionally abuses him. He's letting her abuse him." I looked down at my hands. I knew what it was like to watch your parent chase after someone you think would be better to run away from. "Abuse can feel like love." I remember my mom telling me this at a very young age, after she and her then boyfriend had a heated argument. I slowly looked towards Yuta who seemed to question me, "Starving people will eat anything." my words hung in the air for a second. I had to remove my gaze and rub up and down my arm to try and stay calm.
His hand reaches out and gently strokes my cheek, he didn't say anything, but I knew what was going through his mind. What kind of things did I have to go through to say these kind of things. When I think of everything, I can't help but think the same thing. "You will be loved," he whispered and suddenly the kitchen was filled with boys, and Yuta's hands were no longer against my skin. "Davin tattled, his dad called Dad this morning. On the plus side Davin won't be at school," Doyoung said and Yuta sighed "Did you tell him what happened? Davin was coming for Y/n?" Yuta asked and Doyoung nodded "Dad's pissed you hit him that hard, but glad to see you guys are getting along."
Yuta shoved his plate towards Hyuck who was eyeing it this whole time, before standing up, looking down at me. "Shall we go?" he questioned and I nodded getting up and pulling my backpack over my shoulder. We wave goodbye to the boys and head outside towards Yuta's car. Neither of us said anything, but I knew we were both still thinking about what I said. I couldn't help but be embarrassed, I almost wished I had kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to be like my mother, but at the same time she was the person who raised me. "Yuta, can I ask you something?" I break the silence with a question. One I wasn't sure if I wanted the answer to, "Sure," he replied, I look out the window "What do you think of me?"
He was quiet for a while "Ask me that a few weeks ago my answer would've been different," he started, his eyes fixed on the road "I think, life has always tried to keep you down. I mean it's been that way ever since you came into our lives, and I'm guess it wasn't the first. The comments, the stares, the universe constantly heaping on more shit. But you're resilient. You stay true to yourself. You love a good challenge and are always capable of exceeding expectations. To be brave and courageous even under scrutiny for being different, is a testament of just how big your heart actually is and your I don't give a shit about being accepted is hot as hell." he parked his car in the parking lot and finally he looked at me. "Baby." he reached across the console, his fingers brushing away tears I didn't know was falling.
I climb across the console, settling in his lap, my legs on either side of his thighs. I cupped his cheeks and tilted his head up to look at me. I lean down to connect my lips with his and me greets my lips. My hands slide down his neck to his shoulders, his fingers sliding in my hair, and then to the back of my head, kissing me harder. He kisses me like he's going to give me every kiss he wishes he could have given me in the past and every kiss he'll wish he could give me in the future. All of them, all at once. His hands drop to my back and he pulls me against him. I'm not sure where my hands are at this point. Still his shoulder's I think. Hanging on for dear life, but every other part of me other than my mouth had gone numb. The only thing I'm actually aware of is his lips on mine. The kiss is all I know.
I want him to sense the depth of my emotion behind my movements. I need him to know. My mouth moves down his neck and he groans, and I breathe in the scent of his skin, take in the taste of him and run my hands down his chest, kissing across his collar bone to the other side of his neck. My fingers play with the waistband of his pants and he catches me wrist "Yuta-" "No." he can hardly speak and when I look up at him he looks as though he almost regrets his choice "Why?" I asked innocently. "Because I don't need it." it seemed like a lie though, a obvious bulge in his pants "I know." he released my wrist to cup my face "I know." he strokes my cheek and I drop my forehead against his.
I love him.
Well, I wasn't completely sure I loved him. I'm just a teenage girl who's bad at all things concerning the art of romance. Even if I don't love him, I feel pretty damn close. I am absolutely obsessed with him, his company, he occupies my every thought. My heart beats fast when I think of seeing him again, and I could live in the joy I feel when he is around. He's the first person I loved after having my heart absolutely shattered for the first time ever. He taught me that love and pain can coexist. His eyes are so warm, so beautiful, so right. I never knew brown eyes were my favorite until I looked into his. I love everything about him, all his insecurities because without them, he wouldn't be him. He's far from perfect, a mess really, but that's okay. There isn't anything I wouldn't give to be with him. I would give up my entire universe if it meant that he was happy. There are so many things I want to say to him, but I have no idea how to string them together to form words to express them. So, instead I say nothing.
Maybe I do love him.
We get out of the car as more and more students start parking, ready for school, the two of us acting like we always did the only difference being that Yuta followed me to my class and then all the way to my first classroom. I teased him for being a stocker and he tugs my hair telling me to watch it before heading off towards his first class. I sat down in my spot next to Doyoung who had still yet to arrive, in fact he never does. I was worried about him, but I was also worried about the quiz we were going to be having Friday. I did my best to take notes that I could share with Doyoung and he wouldn't think them complete garbage. The next class drags on, boring as always but my next class had Lia in it and she already had saved me a spot next to her.
She had this smirk on her lips that made me think she was up to no good "Yes?" I asked tossing my backpack onto the floor near my feet. "People are talking about you," she said in a sing song voice, this caused me to roll my eyes "When aren't they?" I questioned. "Yuta walked you to class," she pointed out and I couldn't help the smile that climbed my lips "We live together," I replied, this causing her to roll her eyes. "Yuta never did PDA with any of the girls he hooked up with, honestly you never knew who he was with because girls could claim it but he did nothing to confirm it," she explained "But he walked you to class. He touched you. People think you're dating," she added. I felt giddy "Well, we might be. It's complicated," I muttered.
"So you two are having sex then?" she asked and I couldn't stop the heat in my cheeks "I- haven't had sex before," I replied and she looked at me questioningly "You don't believe me?" I was kind of hurt and she shook her head no "I just... Can't imagine Yuta going without sex," she said causing my heart to sink. It must have shown on my face because she was quick to backpedal "I'm sure he is, why wouldn't he be faithful. Just forget what I said, stupid mouth," she said hitting her lips as if they had a mind of their own. She reached over and took my hand "Don't be mad at me," she said obviously worried and I shook my head "It's alright, I'm not mad," I assured her, because it was true, I wasn't mad, I just hadn't thought about that. I spent the rest of my classes thinking about if Yuta was going to be hooking up with other women behind my back. Honestly, I wouldn't mind putting out, but Yuta seemed to be against this idea. Probably because I wouldn't be as good as other girls who have gone that far before, I would be completely clueless.
The bell rang, signaling that it was lunch time now. I stopped at my locker to leave my things in there before walking towards the large cafeteria. I looked through the food that was being offered and buying whatever looked god before sitting down in the corner of the room where Lia and I always sit by ourselves, only to find that Yuta was already sitting there with his friend Johnny. I sat down next to him and he gave me a smile, but still listening to Johnny go on about the club he went to last night. Yuta's fingers brush against my cheek, pulling my hair back behind my ear, his eyes not leaving Johnny. I started eating my salad when Lia sat down across from me "He's sitting with us now?" she whispered with a smirk and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Lia's been there," Johnny said catching my attention now "Shut your mouth Seo," Lia replied but her cheeks were now red, but this just seemed to egg him on "She's one of the hottest dancers. They put her in those cages where you can look but not touch," he explained and I looked towards her questioningly, waiting for her to explain. "It's nice to feel hot," she said with a shrug of her shoulders "I want to go," I said and she looked at me in disbelief "I like dancing," I added. Her embarrassment seems to disappear from that "We could go tonight," she replied and I looked at Yuta "Do you think your Dad cares?" I asked and he shrugged looking a little grumpy "What?" I asked and he blew out his cheeks, but held his tongue.
"Yuta cares," Johnny said with a chuckle and on closer inspection it did seem as though Yuta was jealous "With all the things I think about, I can't imagine what perverts would think, especially if she's dancing sexily," he explained and Lia giggled "That's the point of the cage, they can't do anything to us," she countered. The two of them went back and forth like that for the rest of the lunch period and I couldn't help but laugh at the two of them. Regardless of what the other says, I am going to do whatever I feel like doing, but it felt nice to have people care and think about me. Yuta walked me to my class and everyone was hyper focused on the way our arms brushed against each other as we walked, myself included.
When we got to my classroom I muttered a bye before heading into the classroom, but he grabbed my elbow, causing me to turn and stand in front of him. "Yes?" I asked but it wasn't a second later his lips were pressed against mine, and before I could wrap my head around it his mouth was no longer on mine. "See you later," he whispered letting go of me, and walking off towards his classroom. Everyone was looking between the two of us and whispering to whoever they were hanging out with. I just smiled and walking into my classroom. School dragged on, so when the last bell rang I was more than excited to go home, expect someone was following me "Hello?" I asked, slowing down to walk side by side with him "hey," he said with a smirk.
"Do I know you?" I asked and he smirked "Jino," he said leaning against the locker next to mine "Can I ask you a question?" he said and I shrug "I guess." I shut my locker to give him my full attention. "I'm just wondering whether you started with Hyuck and moved up the royal age ladder or are you just jumping around." Rage filled my chest "Screw you." he smirked holding up his hands in peace "I'm more than willing, doll, but my last name isn't Lee." I resist the urge to lock my fist and swing into his face "Seriously, shove it." I turn around and run right into Yuta. He looked at my face, and then at the guy who was talking to me "What'd you say to her?" he asked and I reach out to grab his arm "It's nothing, let's just go," I said.
"I'm willing to take her off your hands when you Lee's are done with her," the boy repeated and I felt my hands tighten around Yuta's arm and before I know it his fist is flying knocking the guy's head straight into the locker. But it didn't stop there, once the kid was on the ground his fists were connecting with his face. "Yuta!" I tried to grab him, make him stop before the kid would need to reconstruct his whole face, but he was stronger than me. It took both of his brother's to pull him off the kid and by that time the principle had already arrived. "Yuta- My office, someone get this kid to the nurse," the principle said glaring at Yuta as she walked past. "Fine." he didn't even remove his eyes from the kid on the ground until he rounded the corner "What happened?" Hyuck questioned.
"Don't say shit about Y/n I guess," the boy said as some guys helped him up "She must be awesome in bed," the other remarked. I'm tempted to throw fists like Yuta had just done, but we had bigger problems now. "Dad's going to be pissed," Mark muttered, "I got it." I run towards the principle's office just as she kicked Yuta out, saying she was going to call his dad in. He throws himself down in the chair outside of the office almost as if he was bored with this place. I slowly sit down next to him "What's going to happen?" I asked worried, he basically assaulted that guy, he could expelled for that. "Dad'll come in, wave his checkbook and it'll all disappear," he answered as if this has happened over and over. Money really could buy anything. "Huh" I relaxed into the seat "He's going to rip me a new asshole though. Threaten to send me to boot camp or something," he said with a sigh, I could tell he didn't really care what happened "I don't want you to go," I whispered. He had become my one good thing.
I didn't know whether he heard me or not as the principle stepped out to wait with us. None of us spoke as Mr. Lee walked up, glaring daggers at Yuta "First Davin, now this?" he asked getting Yuta to roll his eyes. "Y/n, why are you here?" Mr. Lee asked calmly and I stood up "It's my fault..." I apologized to both of the adults, but Yuta didn't like it one bit. He shot out of his seat like someone lit a fire under his chair "It is not your fault," he said sternly, but I ignored him "He was.. defending my honor or something, it was stupid." I looked right at him when I said the last part. "All of you, let's speak in the office," the principle said with discomfort underlying her voice, I looked around to see a lot of nosy onlookers "Right." Mr. Lee placed his hands on either of our shoulders and pushed us after the principle into her office.
"Your son bashed another kid's face in, and last I heard he probably has a concussion." Mr. Lee sighed rubbing his forehead "What did I say about violence Yuta?" he questioned his son, but Yuta was having none of it "The prick was making sexual remarks about Y/n, to her fucking face," he blew a fuse "And he's not the first fucking dickhead. Everyone around her calls her a slut, I'm surprised none of the teachers have said anything," He said glaring at the principle who shifted uncomfortably, letting us all know that she knew this had been happening "And you didn't even know that you were forcing her to go to this school where she was literally bullied every day? Do you pay attention to any of us?" he snapped now looking towards his father.
"You can't just throw fists, we've talked about this," Mr. Lee was trying to remain calm but it was clear he was on thin ice with Yuta, but he looked towards me, almost apologetically "Is it true? Have they been harassing you?" he asked and I awkwardly rubbed my arm "Uh- Yeah," I answered blushing, embarrassed that I had to let Yuta take care of it for me. "So how about this. I let it go that you've let students bully my daughter," Mr. Lee said talking business with the principle "In addition to a check. And you let me deal with my son," he said placing a firm hand on Yuta's shoulder. The principle hesitated "I suppose that would work out," she said and Mr. Lee threw the check he had obviously written before even coming here before ushering the two of us out of the room.
"I've had it with you," Mr. Lee said to Yuta as we walked down the empty halls "I've had it with you," Yuta replied rolling his eyes "Go on, tell me how mom would hate it, and that you're going to send me to military school," Yuta said shoving his hands in his pockets. Mr. Lee chuckled "Apparently my threats me nothing to you... Maybe I should just send off Hyuck or Mark." Yuta's gaze intense on his father as if he was trying to see how real that threat was, and Mr. Lee stood firm "Clearly you don't care what happens to you, but what if I send those boys away?" he asked and Yuta waited to see his bluff. "You wouldn't," Yuta whispered and Mr. Lee quirked "You think I don't have paperwork filled out for all you boys?" Mr. Lee replied.
I know I haven't been here long, by the end of this month that'll be a full two months since Mr. Lee had dragged me out of the strip club, but I didn't like the idea of being the only one left in the whole house. Those kinds of threats makes my heart race with running. The two of them looked away from each other "Y/n come with me," Mr. Lee said directing me towards his car while Yuta headed towards his "I left a lot of things in Yuta's car," I mumbled, "We are both going home, besides I have some business with you," he said opening the passenger side door. I climbed into the backseat and he followed after me before directing the driver to bring us home. He pulled a roll of cash out of his pocket "I believe this is owed," he said placing it on the seat between us. I had almost forgotten the deal we had between the two of us, "Right." I take the heavy roll and hide it in the bottom of my backpack, next to the other ten.
"I think they're hurting," I whispered looking down at my lap "Taeyong's anxiety is obvious in his face, but it rises when he's with family. Yuta gets so angry, blinded by red rage. Mark is so stoned I'm not even sure I've met him not under the influence. Hyuck... Annoys the shit out of people because it's easier to chase people away then have them close and walk away." I look out the window the moment I feel his gaze on me "I'm not saying their actions are okay, but I think they act out because they hurt." I looked towards him to see his face had softened "I'm not winning father of the year am I?" he asked brushing his fingers through his hair "You have seven teens, I don't know if it'd be possible," I joked getting the mood lighten.
"I just feel like Yuta doesn't respect me." He doesn't. Clearly. But In his mind he has valid reasons to think his father is a piece of shit, it's better if his dad is shit than him. "I don't know who Yuta respects," I replied with a shrug and he chuckled "I'm sorry if he's given you grief, he's a good boy. His heart is big," he said. He took a deep breath before releasing it as if he could physically change the topic of conversation "I have a surprise for you," he said and I quirked an eyebrow as we drove through the front gates, parking next to all the other cars. The two of us got out and next to me was a convertible, in a dark navy color, I couldn't help but take a second to admire it. "Beauty ain't she?" Mr. Lee asked walking around to stand next to me "Why don't you take your new car for a spin?" he asked with a smile and my eyes widened "My car?" I questioned.
Only then did I notice that all the boys were gathered around with smiles on their lips, "Now you don't have to rely on those boys to bring you everywhere," he said holding out a key towards me. "Thank you..." I was lost for words as the keys fell into my palms, it was overwhelming for me to get a gift of this measure. Yuta climbed into the passenger side "Let's go," he said leaning over the driver's seat to open the door. "We need to talk when you get home Yuta," Mr. Lee said as I got into the car, behind the wheel, I can't remember the last time I drove a car. Probably when I went to take my driver's license test, or one of my mom's boyfriend's cars. I couldn't remember. I put the key in and turned, causing the car to roar to life, I start driving out the gate, onto the main road.
I drove us around the block, which takes a lot more time than you'd expect because all the houses are as massive as our palace, and have large fencing around them. I refused to go over 25 miles an hour because I was actually quite nervous driving. "Are you a grandma or what?" Yuta teased, I didn't even need to look away from the road to know he was smirking "I'm... kind of scared of driving. Mom never had a car, I only learned from several of her boyfriend's who thought it was funny to teach me." I admitted, I hated sharing my faults, but with Yuta, it seems the more he knows about you, the more he's willing to share of himself. "Well... Lucky you have me then," he said and I couldn't help but smile a little bit, but I couldn't help but think about what Lia had said "Do I have you?" I asked.
I felt his thumb brush my cheek "Yeah, you do," he answered making my heart skip a beat "And only I have you?" I questioned as I parked the car next to all the other Lee cars. He looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed "Do you think I have others?" he questioned and I blushed refusing to look at him and he sighed "I don't have others, I don't want others, I just want you," he admitted. I turn my head to the side to look him in the eyes "I only want you," I replied. Mr. Lee walked out of the house "What do you think?" he asked and I smiled "It's lovely, you really didn't have to do that," I told him. "How about we celebrate over dinner?" he asked and I almost agreed when Yuta got out of the car slamming the door "Y/n was telling me about going to Lia's," Yuta said.
"Lia? Who's Lia?" Mr. Lee asked looking at me "She's my friend," I answered shyly "She wanted me to go dancing with her," I added. He smiled "Well, I'm glad you have friends and plans," Mr. Lee said before placing his hand on Yuta's shoulder "You on the other hand must come with me to my study," he said in a stern tone. I took this as my cue to leave, backing the car out of the driveway, across town to where I knew Lia lived, texting her that I was outside her house in my new car. She came to the door and pulled me up to her room where the two of us got ready to go dancing. She tore threw her closet finding the sluttiest outfits she could find, dressing the two of us before I applied our make up like I was back at the strip club.
I let her drive my new car to the club where she dances. We walked inside, the music so loud it was hard to tell the difference between the sound and my own heartbeat. She took my hand and we walked over towards the DJ and the stage "we want to dance!" she said giving him a smile and he held up two fingers. She thanked him and walked over to the bar ordering us some drinks, whatever she asked for was strong and burned going down, but it made me feel warm inside. The drink did help me relax a little bit, getting me to sway side to side along the music. Eventually the songs past and it was our turn to climb into the plastic cage. You could see the eager men's eyes, and suddenly I felt like I was back at the strip club. I let my hips swing along to the music, definitely giving the men closest to us a peek of what was under my short skirt.
My arms move, hands dragging over my body, my head swaying around. The men were whistling and excited which made me smirk, it definitely was a confidence boost. I looked over at Lia and she was also dancing her heart out. She looked at me and suddenly we were dancing together getting the crowd to grow even more excited, but the two of us were just giggling. We were up there for a full three songs before we were let out of the cage, both of us strutting past everyone who were trying to chat us up. We sat down at a more secluded part of the bar, talking about the performance we had just given. "Well, you guys weren't lying," Johnny said walking over carrying two water bottles, one for each of us "The strip club thing wasn't fake then?" he asked me and I shrugged, wanting to keep him guessing but his eyes landed on Lia "And who knew miss invisible knew how to dance," he said sliding into the seat next to her.
"There must be a lot of you to uncover," he said as his eyes travelled over her, and her cheeks were red "You wish Seo," she said getting him to smirk "Don't be like that baby," he said getting her to squeal "Shut up," she said before looking towards me "Make him go away," she whispered but I could see the smile on her lips "I don't know. He's kind of handsome," I said leaning on my fist "How about you give us a show?" I requested. He shrugged off his sweatshirt placing it over Lia's shoulders "If that's what you want," he replied with a smirk. He didn't even wait or as the DJ before getting into the cage himself, the song pony playing, you know the one from magic Mike. He wasted no time removing his shirt and dancing as if we were in some kind of male strip club. Lia said that it was embarrassing but I could see that she was still watching even from behind her fingers.
"What do you think?" I asked her and she shook her head "He's a slut, clearly," she state motioning over towards him "B-but he is charming," she answered honestly getting me to giggle "Keep him on his toes. Really make him work for it," I replied. He only did a single song before walking back over to us, sweat dripping down his beautifully sculpted abs "See.. Not the only one that can dance," he said breathing heavily. He slid back into the seat next to her "Maybe we should go together," he said with a smirk and she shook her head, heat radiating off of her. I then noticed a recognizable face, Doyoung? "I'll be back," I said to the two of them, but they hardly heard over Johnny's persistent flirting. I wondered why he had been here but nowhere else today. I pushed through the crowd and waved at him, he nods his head but makes no move to meet me.
I watch as he walked out a back door with two other men that I couldn't make out. My stomach felt sick. I rushed towards the door and push the door open to see we were in a dark ally. I heard aggressive voices and slowly walked into the darkness "Just give me a few more days," Doyoung said, "We gave you time you shit, and we know your dad has the cash," a man snapped and I heard a snap of a switch knife. My heart started pounding in my chest. This was a shakedown. "Look, I'll get you the 18k, just give me-" "You shouldn't have promised the cash boy," Another voice and suddenly I was standing in the center of all three of them "y/n?" Doyoung asked and I looked towards the older and more rough looking men. Whatever this was is shady as hell "Give us her and the deal is fine," one of them said with a smirk.
"I have the cash," I said and they raised an eyebrow "You said 18k right? I have it, in cash," I repeated, my eye looking at the knife "We can be square then yeah?" I asked. Doyoung sighed "Y/n-" "Fine," the man said and I took Doyoung's arm and led all of them around the building towards my car "What do you have in your car?" Doyoung whispered but I ignored him, trying to listen to what the men behind us were talking about, because I did not trust them one bit, that's what my mom's druglord boyfriend will do to you. We get to the car and I unlock it before digging in my backpack which was in the backseat. My hands were shaking so much it was difficult to pull out the stacks of cash. I sighed before just ripping my bag open to reveal it all, "Why the hell do you have so much cash on you?" Doyoung asked looking over my shoulder.
I took out the money and handed it over to the man with the knife. Him and his buddy took their time counting out. "It's all there," Doyoung snapped annoyed and they chuckled "You're lucky you had someone to bail you out pretty boy, otherwise you'd be a pool," the man said before snapping his knife closed and I felt like I could breath again. "Why do you have so much money?" Doyoung asked but I was annoyed with him "Don't talk to me," I snapped pulling out my phone "You saved my ass," he said clearly ignoring me while I texted Lia asking her to leave. "Look I'll pay you back," he said but I shook my head "How could you get involved with suspicious people like that?" I snapped with angry tears, I put my hand up when his mouth opened "I don't want to hear," I whispered.
My phone buzzed in my hand and Lia told me that Johnny offered to bring her home and she accepted. I climbed into my car "Get in," I said and he sighed "I'm sorry-" "Get in the car," I said sternly letting him know that I wasn't going to let him change my mind. He didn't say anything as he got into the passenger side of my car. "Don't do shit like that," I whispered as angry tears rolling down my cheeks, I pulled out of the parking lot, trying to calm down. Doyoung didn't try to talk to me again for the whole ride and I was able to get the tears to stop and my breathing to become regular. I parked the car and the two of us got out of the car "Don't say anything to Mr. Lee," Doyoung asked but I didn't even acknowledge that he had spoken, just heading towards the front doors. I got in and started up the stairs Yuta coming to the balcony to greet me but I walk past him towards my room.
"Y/n?" he questioned, but I just shut the door before walking into the bathroom, ripping my clothes off and climbing into the hot shower. I tried to wash away everything, but I just felt heavy. I changed into my silk pajama's before climbing under the heavy covers. I only had 2,000 dollars, which is just barely enough for me to set up if I had to run away, but I don't think that's even what upset me the most. I think that what got to me was that, no matter how far I run from my old life, it always seems to follow me around. Somehow, I felt like I was cursed, that What happened to Doyoung only happened because I had come into their lives. Maybe I should leave before any of the other boys get in trouble.
I've never had many people I could count on, everyone either let me down or would eventually run out of lies to tell me. Which sucked because as a little girl I wanted so badly to believe in something more than my own words. At least when I said something it was the truth. No matter how horrible my day was or how long I worked, my own motivation carried me throughout each second of my life. It's a tiresome act and walking on wires becomes a deathly adventure if you happen to hold onto too much of what needs letting go. I have a lot going for me now though, and this was only a reminder of what was, to keep me going forward.
I heard the door crack open, but I refused to open my eyes, hoping that pretending to be asleep would make the person leave. I heard the door close and I let out the sigh I was holding in. That's when I heard the footsteps, but I recognized them, and the indent in my bed. I felt his arms wrap around my middle pulling me to his chest. "You saved my brother," Yuta whispered into the back of my head, and I shake my head, trying to shake out the emotions that were bottling up. "Thank you," he added and everything fell out of me, I started sobbing, hugging my blankets to my chest. Perhaps I had PTSD of things that happened with my mother, or the fact that I hated this kind of life followed me around.
My sobs were muffled into my comforter and Yuta was holding me to his chest, every muscle tense as if he didn't know what to do. He rolled me around so I was facing him, pulling me into his chest, my tears staining his shirt. "Were you scared? Or what happened? I mean Doyoung explained but you-" "I don't want to do it anymore," I sobbed into his chest. He stroked the top of my head "Do what baby?" he asked and I sniffled "I don't want to be the poor stripping girl who's fighting to live her life. Who's trying to survive," I said. Not that life owed me for how my childhood was, but it just felt entirely unfair. Like life has a way of putting people down and then keeping them down.
"I'm sorry," he whispered running his fingers through my hair, "But I don't see you like that," he said getting me to laugh into his chest "You slut shamed me for the first few weeks I was here," I said finally beginning to calm down. I peel myself from his chest to look at him, his hand coming to caress my cheek and remove my tears. "I was trying to convince myself that you weren't everything I was looking for," he replied shaking his head "I wanted to deny it because I didn't want to bring you down with me. If you haven't noticed I'm like the Hulk," he said before pulling me closer so our lips were inches from each other "But it doesn't feel right to sleep without you, especially when your room is across from mine." His hand threads in my hair, his right hand under me and around my waist.
His lips press to mine and I felt as though I was dipped in gold, like I'm diving into an ocean of emotions and I'm so swept up in the current to realize I'm drowning and nothing even matters anymore. Not my tears that were dried to my cheeks, or this room that I still don't feel like is mine, not the money I had lost even though I only got it, not my worries of whats to become of me. The only thing that matters is this. This kiss. This moment. These lips. This strong body pressed against mine, firm hands bringing me closer and I know I want so much more of him, I want all of him, I want to feel the beauty of this love with the tips of my fingers and the palms of my hands and every fiber of my bone and being. I want all of it.
I reach out and pull him towards me, but he recoils "Baby," he said as my lips travel to his neck. I steals the words from his throat as I climb on top of him, my legs on either sides of his hips, chests pressed against each other. I roll my body against his and his hands come to catch my waist and hold me in place. I pout against his neck and collapse on top of him "Why," I whispered, I lift my head to look at him "You've hooked up with other people, why not me?" I asked with tears welling up in my eyes again. He groans throwing his head back "You're not like those other girls," he answered sitting up with me in his lap "You're not just some warm body I want to use for relief, you're... my girl and I know it's your first time, so I want it to be..." he looked like he was swimming for words "Special," I asked and I could see the slight blush in his cheeks.
He looked up into my eyes "I want it to be special for you. I want you to be able to do it with someone you love and who cares about you. I want it to be romantic, I want your heart to flutter. I don't want you to lose it because it'll feel better than what you're feeling now. I don't want it to be for relief." he wraps his arms around my waist and buries his head into my chest "So quit saying I don't want you. That's the furthest from the truth," He mumbled against my shirt. I smiled at him clinging to me like a child to his mother, and I ran my fingers through his hair "You're going soft," I teased him and he huffed "Who's fault would that be?" he questioned.
Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.
a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic
Minors try not to interact! <3
Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right?
There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place.
Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad)
Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense.
But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend.
More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people.
Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny.
You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you.
But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks.
You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look.
A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it"
But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.
"Y/n."
You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.
Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing.
And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.
"Tomorrow at mine."
It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda.
Ironic, huh?
"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night.
Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"
"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location.
"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze.
"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.
"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder.
"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.
"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming.
Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.
You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning.
"Answer me."
"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement.
"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"
"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,
"you're what?"
"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place.
"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot.
"I am.. I am a who-"
The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study.
You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling.
"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command.
Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck.
Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands.
"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.
You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features.
The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.
You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking.
"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode
Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?"
"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.
"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions.
"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you.
"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,
"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear.
"Yeah? Did she mention which one?"
"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in.
"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck."
You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?"
"It's not my fault! You-"
"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed.
"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"
"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?"
"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.
"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.
In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum.
"Say it, Y/n."
"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad.
"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"
Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.
"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds.
"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers.
"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.
"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.
"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers.
"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.
"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?"
You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach.
"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.
"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe.
Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully.
You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.."
You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration,
"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night.
You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity.
Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.
"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly.
You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!"
"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock"
Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad.
Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."
Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel"
He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.
Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace,
"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm.
"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast.
"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you.
"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper.
He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name.
Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure.
You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls,
"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for.
You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed.
You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him.
But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side,
You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad,
"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???"
You and Taeil decide to go to an ice skating rink for your first date. You are both decent at ice skating, so it was a fun time for the both of you. You both end up racing around the rink to see who skates faster, as well as try to out-do each other with the craziest and silliest routines!
Johnny:
Johnny would ask you out on a date during October because he seems like the guy who would enjoy the activities that come with that time of year. He ends up taking you to haunted houses and haunted hayrides because this is the month of scares, and he loves to make you jump before the people who are supposed to scare you do. But, he does love that you grab onto his arm when you’re scared, making him blush in the process.
Taeyong:
Taeyong asked you to go on a date with him on a very hot day in Seoul. However, it was so hot that the two of you had very limited options on what you could do. So, instead of trying to endure the heat, you and Taeyong decide to have a water balloon fight outside the dorms of SM. You have a competition to see who can throw the most water balloons at the other, and who can stay the most dry by the end.
Yuta:
Yuta would want to spoil you on your first date, so he takes you on a shopping spree! He will take you to all of your favorite stores and make you try on all kinds of different clothes. He will offer to buy you whatever you want, though you choose to buy a few items, not wanting Yuta to spend so much money on you. He will respond by saying that he will just have to spend the money on your next date.
Doyoung:
Doyoung asked you on your first date around Christmas time. He decided to take you on a horse and carriage ride around Seoul to see all the Christmas lights. He walks you back to your apartment complex, and stops at the mistletoe above the entrance. You give him a sweet kiss, and head back to your room.
Jaehyun:
Jaehyun asked you out on your first date on Valentine’s day. He had said it would be the best birthday and Valentine’s day gift if you would accept. How could you say no to that? The two of you go to the fanciest restaurant in town for a Valentine's Day dinner. You both get dressed up real fancy and have a nice dinner by candlelight.
Jungwoo:
You and Jungwoo go to the local park and have a nice picnic for your first date. The two of you bring your favorite finger foods and other treats. You had to pack a lot of food since Jungwoo never gets full. However, you both end up throwing grapes or some small food at each other.
Mark:
Mark: Since Mark is constantly on the go, and never has time to rest, you offered to have your first date at your house. You and Mark decide to have a movie night...in a fort! You both take the sheets and make a fort in your living room, and watch movies all night long.
Haechan:
You convince Haechan to buy an ice cream machine so you both can make your own ice cream! Though, you both don't read the instructions on how to work it, so you both just end up making a mess in the kitchen! You and Haechan have loads of laughs, so the mess was worth it.
“Make me.” You say and immediately regret when you see the fire in Johnnys eyes. He leans across the table and grabs your hand. “Talk to me with that tone again and I’ll take you over my knee right here in the restaurant.” Johnny moves his chair closer to yours. He puts his hand on the inside of your thigh and starts moving up your dress. You push your thighs together trying to stop him from touching you under the table. “I would rethink that, baby.” He pushes your legs apart and reaches your naked pussy. “No panties? Bad girl.” You moan and grip the table as he starts rubbing your clit. “Shhhh. You don’t want people to hear... now do you?” He whispers in your ear. You feel his fingers reach your entrance and start pumping in and out. You bite your lip in order to help you keep in your moans and whimpers. “Please Daddy... I’ll be a good girl.”
A/N: This was not requested but the idea popped into my head. Feel free to request more NCT. I just picked random members.
Taeyong: As he’s in full stage mode, it would take him a while to notice you were there. Once he finally did see you though, he’d smile so wide and his eyes would light up. The members would notice his sudden change in mood and would start teasing him, causing him to blush and stare at the floor and then back up at you his blush then deepening as he stares into your eyes.
WinWin: He’d notice you almost immediately and cutely wave at you with a small smile on his face. He’d spend the entire time glancing back at you. He wouldn’t be able to hide his happiness suddenly becoming a lot more jumpy and cute towards the other members.
Johnny: He would have begged and begged you to come to one of their shows to see him perform, constantly whining at you to go. When he sees your face in the crowd he lights up but tries to hide it on the inside. Instead he continuously sends looks your way, winking and blowing kisses to you, causing everyone to turn and stare at you as he’s left laughing.
Mark: He would be so excited to have you come to his shows but he’d also be even more nervous than usual because he’d want to impress you. He’d be panicking slightly backstage but once your eyes meet, his mind automatically relaxes and he puts on a great show. After the concert ends he’d run backstage to where you would be waiting. “Was I good?” He’d ask causing you to laugh and kiss his cheek. “You were amazing.”
Ten: This cutie omg I can see him get soooo excited that you were there. At times he would almost forget that he was on stage because he would just be staring over at you. Once the concert was over and you meet him back stage he’d envelope you in a giant bear hug despite you screaming that he’s sweaty. He’d let go and place his hands on your cheek squishing them slightly. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
Yuta: As soon as he sees you he'd immediately put on a front trying to look cooler and sexier in order to impress you. Sadly, his fellow members would just make a joke out of it causing the opposite effect of what he intended. You'd smile encouragingly at him and wave, showing you were still impressed. "You were amazing!" You'd shout when you meet him afterwards and he'd pout slightly. "Really?" "Absolutely." He'd brighten up at those words and kiss you passionately.
"What sort of crack did Jane Austin put in those books?" Taeil asked bored, he decided to come into the library and bother you, as he always does when he's bored, it's only a matter of time before you both get kicked out. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more," you read the line aloud before continue reading "She's setting your expectations for love too high," he said pushing down on your book so you would be forced to look at him "Oh I know, because I have to listen to boys tell me about their favorite color- and it's always blue," you said closing the book, using your thumb as a book mark. "What am I to do? She used her fingers and a little ink pen and wrote it. And now 100 years later I am living a loveless life and it's all her fault."
You stood up "I best be heading to class," you said walking out of the library heading towards the lecture hall. That's when I noticed the book club laying out on the lawn, all silently reading books with each other. "What are you reading?" I asked one of the girls nearby and she told me the book and the trope "I'm not a lady prone to aggressive tendencies, no, no, no. I am delicate. I am feminine and yet when the male protagonist doth protest "Before I knew what I was doing, I dot, dot, dot. I revert back to my 1300 B.C.E. self identity. I would rip my own mother's neck out if she disturb me before I found out what he did that he was not supposed to do," I said and the president of the book club came up to me "Why don't you go start your own book club," he said ripping my book from my hand and tossing it in the nearby fountain.
I gasp rushing to the side of the fountain pulling my book out of it, all the pages soaked and falling out. I felt my eyes water as I carefully cradle the book to my chest. "Who died and made you king?" I heard Taeil's voice and I turned around to see him standing in front of the man who threw my book "She's always bothering us, we told her our club is full," the man said trying to not seem intimidated "Yeah your club is full of idiots who only read best sellers. Pick up a classic once in a while," Taeil replied before brushing past him, his shoulder hitting the others hard. He walked over to me "You okay?" he questioned in a much gentler tone "Yes, fine but Emma is another story," I told him showing the soggy book in my hands. "Can I have it?" he questioned and I handed it over confused as to why he'd want a ruined book "I have to get to class," I told him before heading towards the lecture building.
I spent the entire class trying to convince myself that I am just an unlikeable person, and that's just the way it is. I walked out of the building to see Taeil leaning against his motorbike, almost as if he were waiting for someone and when his eyes landed on me he walked over to me with a paper bag in his hand. "For you," he said holding it out to me, I took it from him and pulled out the thick book which was a collection of Jane Austen novels. I looked up at him wide eyed and he was looking elsewhere with red cheeks "I asked if they had the book, you were reading but they only had this," he explained shoving his hands in his pockets. "No- it's wonderful, I love it. Thank you!" I told him looking over the beautiful light blue cover, "I would offer to be in a book club with you but-uh- I'm not too much of a reader," he said. I smiled "I would love to read them to you, if you'd like," I told him and he nodded "I think I'd quite like that."
Johnny
You were sitting with your friends at lunch, bored out of your mind. "I bet you can't throw this M&M in the air and catch it in your mouth," your friend said holding up the small M&M, you squint your eyes and accept the challenge because what else do you have to do? As you throw it up in the air, everyone watches you. While you're about to catch it in your mouth the school bad boy comes out of nowhere and takes it. "Thanks," he smiles giving you a wink while shoving it in his mouth. Everyone stares at him, as he is good looking. "That was mine," you complained, "Oh, here," he smirked grabbing you by the chin and making out with you, giving you the M&M back. Your friends watch in jealousy as butterflies fill your stomach. It was safe to say you had a little bit of a crush on him after that.
Johnny had asked you to meet him outside of the school in the back where him and all his friends smoked. "Hey," you said walking up to him and a group of sketchy looking boys and girls "Y/n, great!" he said taking your hands causing your cheeks to turn red "I have had a crush on you for so long," he said causing your eyes to widen "I don't know if you feel the same, but I don't care. I just want you to know how much I like you," he continued, you were so shocked you didn't know what to do. You looked over at everyone else to see them trying to hold back laughs, their phones pointed towards the two of you. You felt upset "this isn't funny," you said pulling your hands from his "I can take teasing," you started but tears welled your eyes "but you can't play with my feelings," you advocated for yourself.
You watched as his face morphed in confusion at your reaction and then he turned to look over his shoulder to see his friends. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" he asked clearly annoyed with them, "We thought it was a joke," one of the girls spoke up. "I literally talk about her all the time," Johnny argued with them and you slowly backed away from the situation to sneak away. You went into the school, heading towards your locker you friends waiting in anticipation wondering what in the world Johnny could want with you. "It was nothing," you told them rolling your eyes to exaggerate your point "He was just teasing me once again," you added, your lip quivering, trying to hold back the tears. They all pulled you into a hug, trying to comfort you the best they could.
"Y/n, let me explain," You heard Johnny's voice coming from behind you, "Don't you think you've done enough Johnny?" one of your friends said stepping between the two of you, "No, you've got it all wrong," Johnny said and I looked over my shoulder to see he was genuine "My friends are jerks, for sure, but I wasn't joking around or trying to embarrass you, I just, really do like you," he explained. You crossed your arms over your chest "If you like me, then take me out on a date, right now," you told him and he imminently perked up and a smile crossing his lips "Yeah, of course, let's go," he said moving around your friend holding his hand out to you.
Taeyong
"You like Taeyong!" your friend teased you, she was always shipping you with the bad boy of your school. "Shut up" you groaned loudly shoving her slightly, "Oh calm down, what's this all about?" Taeyong smirked coming up to you "You're annoying," you told him rolling your eyes. "I know you are down bad for me," he whispered in your ear as your friend seemed to have disappeared. You were about to leave when you felt hands on your waist pulling you back. You already knew it was Taeyong "What are you doing?" you questioned looking up at him. "What I wanted to do since I met you," he replied with a smirk. You had gotten lost in his beautiful eyes when suddenly you felt soft lips on yours.
You gave in. Your hands finding his shoulders pulling him closer to your body, but then you finally came to your senses, realizing you were kissing Taeyong. You pull away from him. "I-we're very different. We're not supposed to like each other," you whispered towards him, and he tilt his head to the side "Is that a rule or something?" he smirked, and you were a little stunned to speak or come up with an answer "that's what I thought," he whispered with a chuckle before kissing your cheek and releasing you from his grip. "Alright, see you later enemy," he teased winking before walking off. You walked into your home room and your best friend had the biggest smirk on her lips "You little shit," you hissed hitting her "How dare you leave me alone with him!" you complained.
"Come on, you like him," she said elbowing you as the two of you sat down, and your cheeks reddened thinking about his lips against yours "But we're so different," you told her, not exactly denying the truth but ignoring it. "So? There is an attraction between the two of you, and maybe- I don't know, he's different than you think," she told you and you couldn't argue with her, "It's scary," you replied quietly. "If you don't try, you'll never know," she said before the teacher came in starting the class. You couldn't really pay attention to class, your friends' words of advice swirling in your head and your mind going back to the kiss you had shared before class. Your cheeks were burning as you were heading towards your next class. Then you decided to do something crazy. You grabbed Taeyong's arm and dragged him into the nearby janitors closet.
"What's this about-" he couldn't even finish his sentence before you were kissing him, your arms around his neck. He smirked against your lips, his hands finding your waist to pull you closer. The bell rings and you pull your lips from his, rushing towards the door not wanting to be late to class. His hands around your wrist stop you from getting too far "What?" he questioned his cheeks a hint rosy red "Is there a rule or something?" you replied, and he couldn't help but chuckle "Yeah actually, there is," he said pulling you back towards him "You can only be pulling shit like this on me," he said wrapping his arms around you and you had to try to hide your smile "Agreed," you told him before wiggling out of his grip to get to class.
Yuta
He was a bad boy with an agenda and ambition. He was driven by personal demons, a thirst for vengeance, lust of gold, megalomania, maybe he was just a bit sociopathic. He was hard, but he wasn't ruthless. He had a code, or a perverse kind of honor, he wasn't a bully. Being dangerous wasn't enough. Angry bears and box jellyfish are dangerous, but I don't want to get close to them. The platinum bad boy has dignity, control, restraint. That is what drawed you to this particular bad boy. What does it mean when a boy who trusts no one chooses to trust you? Or when someone single-minded in his mission, let's you distract him from that all important goal?
He had snuck into your room late at night. The two of you were curled up in your small twin sized bed. You rolled in his arms to face him and his lips rose in a slight smile, his eyes remaining closed. "What is it about me?" you questioned looking over him, the boy no one understood, with a dark past, and his mean looking face. "You're special," he said pulling you to his chest, "I haven't figured it out yet, but there is something compelling about you to pull me off course, dragging me from my self-imposed exile from humanity, disturbing my well-ordered universe, and making me long for something more." you couldn't help but giggle at his dramatics. You alone had been chosen to see behind the bad boy's icy exterior to the human heart beneath, and that's a heady thing.
That's how you ended up going to prom alone. Yuta refused to do something so stupid and useless, and you didn't want to go with anyone but him. The DJ changed the song to some slow dance song, you and the rest of the singles moved off the dance floor heading over to the bleachers to take a little break. You couldn't help but feel jealous of all the other girls who got to dance with the boys they loved. You tried not to break your spirit, but it was getting harder and harder as they continued to play slow songs. Then you noticed everyone was whispering to each other, wide eyed, pointing towards the exit. You furrowed your eyebrows wondering what all the commotion was about, so you got up and started pushing through the crowds to find Yuta looking around the dance floor.
You smiled before walking over towards him, he was dressed in his usual clothes, but he still looked handsome. "What are you doing here?" you asked walking over towards him and his eyes scanned you over, a loving smile coming to his lips "It was unfair of me to refuse to come," he said taking your hands, pulling you towards him. "It's okay," you tried to make him not feel bad "No, it's not okay. I love you and only ever want for you to be happy," he said moving the two of you around to slow dance "You love me?" you whispered, it was the first time he had ever told you. "Yes, I love you," he said with a laugh "How could I not?" he questioned pulling you closer and you couldn't help but smile "I love you too," you whispered before burying your face in his neck.
Doyoung
He skipped school regularly, but when he did come, it was almost as if he came to school just to torment you. You walked into home room and you could see in his eyes that he was coming for you. He started rushing towards you and it seemed as if he was going to tackle you, so you quickly got up causing him to stumble into the chair. He was about to get up but you put your foot on his chest, not letting him move a muscle. "You know I hate you," you teased him, he chuckled before grabbing your foot and pulling you down, making you fall into his lap. You feel everyone's eyes glued to you two as he leans in towards your ear "You don't hate me, you hate how I make you feel." he smirked as he hands squeeze your hips, sending butterflies through your heart.
You got off of him shooting him a glare "Leave me alone Doyoung," you pointed a finger at him before walking over to another table, sitting down in the chair. Luckily the teacher walked in soon after and Doyoung was stuck sitting in class. It was social problems and someone had the audacity to say that kids choose to be delinquents for clout or to get people to think you are cool. "Ah, yes, tell us more about what you think of delinquents, twinkle toes," Doyoung said getting the teacher to sigh "Doyoung if you aren't going to say anything relevant to the topic keep personal comments to yourself," she warned him. He rolled his eyes cursing her under her breath while other people spoke up to say a few other things about troubled youth.
You raised your hand and the teacher called on you, excited you finally decided to participate. "I think it's unfair, all the judgements people make," your eyes fall to your other classmates "Do you ever stop to think about what their home life might be like? Or the big feelings and emotions they are dealing with? Everyone makes mistakes in life. But that doesn't mean they have to pay for them the rest of their life. Sometimes good people make bad choices. It doesn't mean they are bad. It means they are human." you quietly sat back down while the room remained silent for a while after, your teacher coming in to keep the conversation going. You refused to look over at Doyoung, the tips of your ears burning with embarrassment, and you could feel his gaze burning into the side of your head.
Once class ended Doyoung got a hold of you and trapped you between him and the wall "You don't think I'm a bad person? Even though all I do is torment you?" he questioned with a smirk. "I think your more like a little boy who doesn't know how to handle his own feelings because no one taught him," you told him "And what feelings am I not handling?" he questioned getting you to smirk "You like me," you stated simply causing his cheeks to heat up and he took a step back "I- well-" he rubbed the back of his neck and you smiled at his shy reaction "It's okay," you said grabbing his arm to look at you "Instead of teasing your crush like a little kid, why don't you just ask them out," you told him. "I don't take rejection well," he mumbled softly, "Who said anything about getting rejected?" you replied.
Jaehyun
You were at your crushing house, hanging out with him because you're best friends. The two of you were watching TV as the room gets colder "It's chilly in here," you shivered. Jaehyun smirked that fuck boy smirk "Come here," he waved you over, and you know better than to fall for his charm but you move closer anyway. "Sit on my lap," he said patting his thighs and you rolled your eyes "Sure," you replied but didn't move, but the next thing you knew he pulled you up on his lap, a little too harshly causing you to fall into him, so close your noses were touching. He looks at your lips and then back at your eyes "It's fine, we're just friends," he told you. You didn't expect it to hurt your feelings so much. You shifted in his lap and he pulled the blanket on top of the two of you, his arms around your waist.
You were watching the movie, and you started to move to get comfortable and that's when you felt how hard he was. "If you keep moving, don't get mad at my next move," he whispered into your ear causing butterflies dancing in your stomach "You don't know what you do to me, do you?" he questioned. You wanted to find how exactly what he meant. And you sure did. You woke up the next morning in his bed, and decided it was time for you to go, it was just some friends with benefits shit right? It'd be weird if you were still there in the morning. You get up to find your clothes but your legs were still sore from last night, they went weak causing you to fall on the floor. You hear a dark chuckle from the bed and look over your shoulder to see Jaehyun looking at you with a smirk "Looks like I did my job," he said.
You glared at him, "I'm going home," you informed him collecting the pile of your clothes in your arms, "No you're not," he said getting out of bed. "What?" you questioned but he just pulled your clothes out of your arms, tossing them somewhere in the room before picking you up and leading you to the bathroom. "We need to shower," he said "And I don't think you can handle yourself alone," he teased as the two of you got into the shower. You walked back into the bedroom, Jaehyun already had his sweats on, sitting on the bed. You walk over to your clothes once again but his arms found your waist and pulled you down into his lap. He kissed your neck before moving his lips towards your jaw, you were blushing hardcore and in the dim light you could see his cheeks were the same. You wondered if he acted like this with every one of his hook ups.
"I have been waiting for this to happen since I met you," he mumbled into your shoulder and you looked at him bewildered "Do you say this to all the girls? Is this why they keep coming back?" you asked slightly annoyed with how flirty he was "No, just you... I know I kind of slept around, but that's because I thought you'd never want the likes of me, we are friends and I thought that's all I'd ever be," he explained. "You never thought just asking me out?" you questioned shaking your head "I'm nothing but trouble," he told you almost ashamed of himself, "Girls like the bad boy type," you told him. He sighed pulling you into a hug "
Jungwoo
You were drunk at a party and your Jungwoo had managed to get you off of the dance floor trying to convince you that you should go home because you were quite drunk. "You're not my boyfriend," you snapped at him and he sighed "I'm sorry," he said running his fingers through his hair. You gave him a reassuring smile "You weren't the right person at the wrong time, you just didn't like me that much," you slurred "you weren't some evil master mind, you didn't try to hurt me on purpose, but I thought you wanted to attempt to ruin my life, but then I realized, you just didn't like me that much-" he tried to cut you off but you continued "And it wasn't deliberate, there was no big plan or some grand scheme. I wasn't a target, it would've been someone else if it wasn't me." Tears welled in your eyes because you still had strong feelings for him.
"But I am an idiot, so it's not your fault that I fell in love with someone who..." you shrugged your shoulders trying to find better words "just didn't like me that much," you mumbled before taking a drink of the water he had given you to try and help sober you up. "Y/n, I-" you gave him the cup back "I'm going to head home," you told him before heading towards the front door. You couldn't be the first girl who fell for Jungwoo's charm, he was mischievous, weird, but something about his friendliness brought you in and many others before you. You don't think he intentionally leads people on, he's just a bit of a flirt. But that's how he got his title of being a bad boy, he played with too many hearts. You walked down the street back to your dorm, trying to walk as straight as possible so people who pass you buy do not suspect you are drunk.
"Y/n, wait!" you whip your head around a little too quickly causing you to stumble on your feet, luckily Jungwoo got there in time to catch you. "Falling for me again?" he teased and you giggle "I'm a little more drunk than I thought," you told him honestly and the next thing you knew he lifted you up in his arms, walking the familiar path to your home. "I have legs you know," you told him and he nodded "I know you do," he said shaking his head "but I gotta do something nice for you," he added. You rolled your eyes "Jungwoo, it's okay-" "You know you're the only girl who didn't hate me? Like most girls, they hate me for leading them on, toying with them, but you," he let out a fake laugh "You just shrugged your shoulders and said You just didn't like me that much," he quoted you and you quieted down unsure of what to say to him.
"I can't seem to get you out of my head," he said shaking his head almost in disbelief "You're so nice," he said getting you to giggle "I just thought, it's not your fault if you realize you don't like me," you told him. He chuckled "That's the thing though, I don't think I do not like you," he said and in your drunken brain it made no sense "What I mean to say is, I think I like you, as in, I can see no other girls but you," he told you. Your eyes widen in disbelief "But you said you don't do relationships," you pointed out and he blushed "Ah well, maybe for you I'd make the exception," he replied and you smiled brightly snuggling into him. He sighed "No, for you I'd definitely make the exception," he said.
Mark
You weren't an expert on love, but you were pretty sure Mark was in love with you. It all started when the two of you had gotten partnered for a quarter long project in one of your classes. All your friends were worried because he was known to make mischief and you were a very good student in class. At first it was hard to get him to focus on the project, so you decided that the two of you should become friends first and perhaps the project would eventually get done. The first time Mark came over to work on the project, you had just gotten Undertale on your switch. You weren't a bad videogamer, but that game takes practice, especially when you take a neutral route and actually fighting stuff. He was watching you, and keeping you company while you played, but at the hardest boss you kept losing, so he took the controller to beat if for you.
"I could've done it myself," you teased him with a smile and he shrugged his shoulders "I bet you could've, but when I was a kid playing sonic adventure 2 battle or whatever, that's what my brother did for me. Beat the hard bosses." his cheeks flushed slightly "Not because I was dumb but because he was good at it and he loved me," he explained. That's when you learned that Mark, as loud and mischievous as he was, he was nothing but a giant marshmallow. The two of you easily became friends, and he was coming over after school nearly every Friday. The two of you somewhat worked on the project and goofed off a bit. Mark had first started looking up research but then he started founding random posts, essays, and novel passages and he wanted you to see them. But when he looked at you, your head was resting on top of your history book "Do you wanna hear something," he asked and you nodded your head keeping your eyes closed.
So he would read them to you, doing silly voices to make you laugh, the two of you having more fun. When you woke up, you were in the bed and there was a note from Mark saying that he had finished up what you were working on, and your dad walked him out. You were so embarrassed that you had fallen asleep while working on the project with him. However, you didn't actually think Mark finished the work, but when you looked over at your at your project you saw that it was finished. Your dad walked in with a smile "I think that boy loves you," he teased you sitting down next to you. "Because he worked on our project?" you asked in a fake laugh and your dad nodded "When you hand a water bottle to your friend and they open it without you even having to ask. When you spent a million years fixing the flat tire on your bike and then I take the tools and does it for you. It's not a judgement, it's just a service that you could do yourself, but why should you have to when you are loved?"
Your father had gotten it in your head that you were loved. You were shinning, glowing from withing because of Mark. As soon as you spotted him at school you rushed over to him "You finished it," you said getting him to shrug "Well yeah, we have to finish it," he replied. "But you did it by yourself," you said causing his cheeks to burn red, "I didn't want you to do everything by yourself," he mumbled before turning away from you to head towards class. You quickly rushed up next to him and laced your fingers though his "What are you doing?" he asked but curled his fingers over your knuckles "Holding hands," you replied with a smile coming to your lips. He let out a quiet fake laugh as that much was obvious "you are going to be the death of me," he muttered shaking his head.
Haechan
"You're late," Haechan said "I'm here now, aren't I?" you replied giving him a smile, he was unamused as the school's mechivous quote unquote had never invited anyone to watch his games. He sighed heavily as the squeak of his sneakers fade out into the background. "I wasn't going to miss it," you promised him more seriously, "Is there any particular reason you were late?" he questioned absent mindedly twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, tilting his head in a bored fashion "N-no," you told him and he sighed "Who knew the good girl was such a terrible liar," he said. You stiffen under his gaze, chewing your lower lip looking anywhere but him and his arched eyebrow "Seriously, what's going on through that pretty little head of yours?" you perk up at that "You think I'm pretty?" you said and he flicks your temple.
"I'm going to find my seat," you told him rubbing the side of your head walking off, you mouthed him a good luck, ignoring the redness on the tips of the brunettes' ears as he spins on his heel hastily. As much as he tries to be trouble, he's cute. Your smile fades when you notice the only open seat was near a few girls you were not a fan of, and even worse they waved you over to come by them. You put on a brave smile before walking over to them, greeting them nicely "I thought we told you not to come," Hina said through a smile, "Haechan invited me personally," you replied which seemed to be the wrong thing because the next thing you knew water was dumped over your head, ice cold, dripping and embarrassed. The hot tears in your eyes contrasted greatly with the ice cold water dripping down your back. Hina stifled a giggle in her palm, feigned pout on her lips as everyone in the stands stared at you.
"Y/n, you're so clumsy," Hina squealed standing up with a napkin in her hand, trying to wipe the water from your face. "We told you not to come," she whispered "And prey tell, why should she listen to you?" Haechan sounded kind but his eyes were anything but. He protectively tugged you out of your soaking seat into his arms. His chest rising in falling letting you know that he ran here. Hina's lips trembled before a sickening sweet smile overtakes her features, it was almost amusing to you. "Haechan, Y/n had a little bit of a spill and I was just-""Helping her?" he finishes for her raising an eyebrow in question. He looked at you for a second and you offered him a smile trying to let him know you were fine. "Funny you say that- I saw the whole thing, and heard you," he said looking back towards her "It's a misunderstanding-" "Oi!" he gets her to shut up, you could see in his eyes he was annoyed, but you pull on his arm not wanting him to get in trouble.
"Ugly girls shouldn't lie, it leaves them with nothing worth doting for, you know?" he said causing you to wince at his harsh insult, he turns around taking your hand leading you out of the gym into the hallway. "You have a match right now!" you said trying to stop him "So?" he replied continuing down the hall "You're a regular! You need to be-" "I know exactly where I need to be," he said opening one of the lockers and pulling out his sweatshirt "Don't tell me what to do," he added putting the sweatshirt over you "Haechan..." he pulled you into a hug "Sorry," it comes out rushed and distracted "They bothered you because of me right?" he questioned getting you to nod, biting the inside of your cheek, he suddenly flicks the side of your head, his expression irritated "What a pain," he complained "What-" you stop when his lips meet your forehead, a hand resting on your neck "Tell me when things happen." you nodded "Don't bottle it up inside. It's annoying." you nodded again "And stop smiling, you look like an idiot," he added.
"Mrs. Y/L/N, please report to the principle's office." A few people in the class room let out a teasing 'uh oh' and I rolled my eyes getting up. I left the classroom and headed down the empty halls towards the offices. I knock on the principle's office door and there was a quiet 'enter' from the other side of the door. When I step in there, I wasn't alone with the principle, there was also a man who I've never met before "What's going on?" I questioned slowly sitting down in the chair in front of the desk. "I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to be blunt with you," the principle started, clearing his throat afterwards "Mr. Lee here tells me both your parents are deceased and he's now your new guardian." I falter for a second. Long enough to let the shock filter through my brain.
"Can't be possible, my mother signed me up for classes here." my heart is beating hard against my chest it almost hurts because the signature is actually mine. I forged my mother's signature to have control over my own life. Even though I am technically still a minor, I've pretty much been the adult in my family my entire life. "I don't know what to tell you Y/n, the paperwork is all here," the principle said showing me the stack of papers in his hands. "Well... I've never seen this guy in my life, for all we know he's going to traffic me." I shoot a look over my shoulder at the man "We haven't met before, but this is the reality here." I jump up towards the desk and pull the papers out of the principles hands. My eyes scan over the pages, not really reading what was on them, but they do in fact report both my parents deceased and my guardianship to this man.
"If your mother could come in, that should clear everything up," my principle offered and I chewed on my lower lip "yes, bring in your mother and I'll withdraw my claim," Mr. Lee said almost as if he knew. "Anyone could forge these papers, there's lots of creeps int he world," I said getting doubt to rise in my principles brows "This is a surprise to us all. Once we contact her mother, we can clear this all up." I swallowed hard and Mr. Lee went back to his argument and as the two bicker, I slip out of the room, telling the receptionist I was just going to use the bathroom. Only I don't go to the bathroom, I went straight out the front door, hustling towards the bus stop to catch the last bus.
My life is mine. I have to live it. I want to control it.
On the bus I rip my backpack off and open it. I push passed a few textbooks and notebooks to the bottom of the bag. There's a slight tear and I reach underneath it to pull out the money I had stashed away there. I always went to school with all the money I had because you never know who is going to break into your 500 dollar home, plus I never knew when or if I'd need to run. Apparently all my savings was a measly 1,000 dollars. Shit. I was going to need a lot more than that in order to skip town. It costed me nearly 3,000 dollars to move here, with bus tickets, down payment on an apartment, along with paying for supplies for school. It sucked, but clearly I couldn't stick around here.
I couldn't help but let out a laugh as I stash my cash back in the bottom of my bag. Skipping town again, story of my life. Mom and I were always running from something. Boyfriends, bosses, social services, poverty. The only place we spent any amount of time was the hospice and that was because she was too sickly to stand much less run. She was dying. I try not to let the tears slip down my cheek in frustration, I didn't have time to let my childish emotions take over. I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial a number I was hoping I would never need. "Hey G, I'm ready to take you up on your offer," I said as soon as the male voice answered, I didn't want to give myself the chance to chicken out.
I worked on the pool before, but it was at a baby club where you wear a thong and pasties. It was okay money, not great but money is money. G had been asking me to move up to his club where it was a fully nude club for the last few weeks. I resisted because I didn't see the need, but now things have changed. I was lucky enough to have my mother's body. Slender legs, nipped in waist, not the hugest breasts but they gave the illusion of youth. Not an illusion really, but my identification says I'm thirty. I've been using my mother's identification to get jobs. You'd be surprised how much adults rip off kids to work, I make more money as a part time adult than I do as a seventeen year old full time worker.
G promised me 500 dollars for stripping, plus tips, and then another hundred for lap dances. I could easily make another grand tonight. I just have to pull back my pride, anxieties and discomfort. Not isn't the time for morals, I need money and stripping can make you a lot of it. The club is a shithole, but it's a lot nicer than a few other clubs I've been to. As soon as I get there G is leading me to the dressing room where women were fixing their make up and pulling on their outfits. I walk over to the lockers on the opposite wall and shove my back pack into one of the empty ones. A friendly older woman gave me a 'uniform' which was nothing more than a small thong and a bralette. I changed quickly and used whatever make up was left on the vanities from the other girls. I did my best to try and look older but at the same time not too old because men love the younger look.
When I walked out G was at my side telling me my schedule for the night. Apparently word travels quickly when there is a new stripper available. G promised that everything would be fine and for a moment I believed him. Relief was brief. Panicked I spin around hoping he didn't see my face but it was too late, Mr. Lee had found me and he grabs my upper arm leading me to the shadowy VIP room he had emerged from. "We need to talk." I shake my head "I don't know you." he sighed "I'm your new guardian." my cheeks flush "You're a stranger! And I'm trying to work." His eyes twitches and he falls backwards into the plush couch. "Then give me what I paid for." My heart quickens, there's no way I'm dancing for him.
G approaches the private room looking at me expectantly and I wanted to cry. Instead I throw on some fake confidence "You want me to dance? I'll dance," I say seducingly. Tears prick my eyes but I don't let them fall. I don't cry. I can't let people see that they got to me. The last time I cried was the mother's funeral. Mr. Lee looks uncomfortable as I start to roll my hips to the music. I run my hands down the front of my bralette, and Mr. Lee looks like he wanted to leave. "You shouldn't be here," he said in a low growl. I toss my hair back and jut my boobs out. A hundred dollars for ten minutes of my time, one down, nine to go. I could do this.
Mr. Lee on the other hand couldn't. One more sway of my hips and his hands clamp down on my hips. "Let me go." instead he hauls me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he starts hauling me out of the building "Do something!" I said making eyes with the bouncer and G, the two coming running towards us. "Neither of you are stopping me, she is a minor who stole her mother's identification!" Mr. Lee said getting both of them to stop and share a look. Angry tears welled in my eyes "If either of you try to take her from me I will have the cops here," Mr. Lee said and the two of them parted like the red sea, allowing Mr. Lee to head to the door. Of course no one was going to help me, no one ever did.
I started wiggling, pounding my fists into his back and kicking my legs, trying to make it difficult for him to carry me. But his grip was as strong as steel, there was no way he was going to let me go. The cool air of the night pebbled my skin, I heard a car door open and I was tossed into the back seat. My hands quickly tried to find the door handle only to find these back doors didn't have any. Mr. Lee got into the passenger seat "Take us to the port," he told the man behind the wheel and the man nodded before putting the car in gear. "What about my things!" I complained and the next thing I knew my backpack was thrown in my lap, along with a sweatshirt. I dug through my bag first making sure that all my cash was still in there and sighed in relief when it was all accounted for. I pulled on the sweatshirt, feeling awfully exposed "So, you resorted to kidnapping me," I said glaring at Mr. Lee through the rearview mirror.
"I'm your guardian now, so I'd hardly call it kidnapping." I sighed falling back into the leather seats "I'm not going to call you dad," I said looking out the window, trying to see if I could tell where we were going "I wouldn't expect you to," he replied with a slight chuckle on his lips "I'm doing this as a favor to your mom," he added. I furrowed my eyebrows, I knew all my mother's boyfriends, none of which generally had money, but this man and his car reeked of money. If my mother could've gotten her claws in him she would've never let go. I doubted this mans story. "A couple months back your mother sent a letter. Well, I suppose it wasn't to me but your father. Unfortunately he died a few months earlier."
I felt tears well in my eyes. Crying over a person I never knew? Totally weak. I could see in Mr. Lee's eyes that whoever this man was, was someone of importance to him. I fix my cheek against the window and stare out the window, refusing to play along with his little story. "I can give to you once we get back to the house," he said, I watch as we drive past an airport and the next thing I knew we were veering off onto the large runway "What's going on?" I asked finally sitting up. "We got a long ride back, a whole hour," he said getting out of the car. I toss my backpack over my shoulder as he opens the door for me letting me out "You took a plane to go an hour?" I asked in disbelief. "Well it would've taken me six by car, besides it's mine."
His? Like he owned a plane. "You're father and I design airplanes," he said, of course they did. He led me to the side of the plane and we climbed the stairs into the plane. "There's a bedroom in the back, some clothes for you to change into," he said motioning to the back of the private jet. I went back there, slamming the door behind me and changing into a pair of jeans that were clearly boys and a plaid flannel, both of which was better than my stripping outfit which I shoved into my backpack. I stepped out of the room and sat down in the creamy leather seat across from Mr. Lee. "I'll make a deal with you," he said placing a suitcase on the table between us and he opened it to reveal several hundreds of dollars.
My eyes were as wide as saucers, but I couldn't help it, I never seen so much hundred dollar bills in my whole life. He pushed the suitcase towards me as if to give me a better look at what was in there. I close my gaping mouth and try to look uninterested "I'll hear you out," I said noncommittally. He sighed leaning back in his seat "From what I've gathered you've been stripping to support yourself. I assume you want to get through high school and go to college to do something other than stripping. This money is a good faith gesture," he explained pulling out a stack of bills "This suitcase is filled with ten thousand dollars. I'm willing to give it to you, if you are willing to stay with me. Every month you stay, I'll give you another ten. If you stay with me until you graduate I'll give you another hundred grand. That should pay for college and housing until you graduate from college."
"What's the catch?" I was itching to shove every last bill into my back pack, find a parachute and jump out the door. I wait to hear what kind of wicked idea he has in his head he has that I have to do to get this money. Debating with myself what my limits are. "The catch is you don't fight. You don't try to run away. You accept me as your guardian. You live in my home. You treat my kids as your family. If you do that you can live the life you want." it all sounded to fairytale to me "What do I have to do for you?" I asked more specifically and his eyes widened, his face hinting green. "I- You are a child in my eyes. I have a wonderful girlfriend who meets my every need." I cringed at his explanation and he laughs in relief "I just want to be here for you like family. You may have lost yours but you aren't alone anymore."
Everything felt like a blur after that. The plane landing, the black SUV that drove us down the highway, the coast to my right. I could feel the ten grand weighing down my backpack. That's all that mattered to me right now. It was hard to fathom that he just outright gave me all that money and he was going to give me that much every month. And so much more when I graduate. I decided to stay until things got weird, and if I ever needed, I already had ten thousand with me to book it. Until then I was going to play along and weasel as much money out of him as I could. That's when I remembered he said something about having kids, I would have to get along with them too.
But how bad could his kids really be? They were probably a bunch of spoiled rich brats, and I've seen a lot worse than that. My mom's gangster boyfriend, who tried to feel me up when I was twelve taught me how to properly form my first for a punch after I hit him and almost broke my hand. Self defense tips helped me with my mother's future boyfriends, who were just as handsy as the last ones. My mom clearly knew how to pick them. But I can't judge her, she did what we needed to do to survive, I know she loved me.
After what felt like twenty minutes, the driver slows the car in front of a large gate. I hear an electronical beep, and a mechanical whirr and then we are driving through it. Slower this time until the car comes to a stop in front of a huge building. "We're home," Mr. Lee said getting out of the car and I follow behind him and I want to correct him and say this is a castle and not a home, but I keep my mouth shut. There are four other vehicles parked outside a huge garage. "I'll get you one too, but it'll take a few days," he said noticing my eyes looking at the cars, "But for now you'll have to catch a ride with one of the boys," he said before walking up the grand stairs to the huge front door. "You're buying me a car?" I asked following behind him "Given if you have a license that doesn't say you're thirty," he replied and I nodded numbly "My sons aren't quick to warm up to newcomers but you need to get to school so..." he shrugged.
Something felt off as he hesitated to open the front door. Was it with him, or his kids. Either way I felt as though I should've fought harder to get away. My thoughts die in my head as he opens the door, revealing the palace like entryway. It was two stories high, but stretched out as far as I could see and windows were everywhere. "You live here?" I mumbled under my breath looking around, "We live here. You live here now too," he corrected me, placing a hand on my lower back to lead me deeper into the palace. I knew I would never belong here. I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was scared my bare feet were going to leave grease marks on the marbled floor. It felt like it was all an illusion. Polished and pretty and shiny, but nothing in my world had ever been shiny.
There was a balcony that overlooked the foyer, with stairs on either side leading down in front of me, a fancy chandelier hanging over my head that must contain a million lights. Everywhere I looked I saw wealth. I was seconds from freaking out. Turning on my heels, running out the fancy door and through the front gates because I do not belong here. "This must be very different from what you're used to," Mr. Lee said, sensing my discomfort "But you'll get used to it. I promise you'll like it here." I shook my head pulling from his hand "Don't make promises to me." I hated those words, the one my mom used when I was little to convince me that the next place would be better than the last. I learned young promises were always meant to be broken and people don't need to make a promise if they already intend to keep them.
"Where's mom's letter?" I asked looking at him expectantly, trying not to lose control. "It's late and there was a lot of new changes in your life, so why don't you go to bed and I'll give it to you in the morning," he said gently but I shook my head "If I don't see the letter I'm bolting," I answered as confidently as I could. He sighed "I'll show you, your room and then go get it," he offered and I nodded in agreement. We got to the bottom of the stairs and that's when I heard footsteps. "Here they are," he said looking up towards the balcony, I follow his line of sight to see a line of young men. "I asked them to come and meet you but they don't always listen," he explained with a sad sigh. Not a single one of them flickered their gaze towards me, only looking at their father, clearly trying to make a point to ignore me.
I felt chills go down my spine at their sign of aggression, however, I couldn't let them see how much they shocked me. I was intimidated. They were not what I expected. I thought they would be carbon copies of their father, but each of them looked slightly different from each other. They didn't look like preppy rich kids either, they were ganglike who could snap me like a twig. I felt nervous now as no one spoke for at least a minute. None of them, or Mr. Lee. "Boys," he breaks the silence finally "Meet your guest, the new member of this family." he said placing his hands on my shoulder and pulling me out beside him so I was in the line of sight. Silence. The one in the middle and presumably the oldest smirks, just a tiny tug of the corner of his mouth. Mocking his father as he rested his forearms on the railing saying nothing.
"From right to left. Haechan, Mark, Yuta, Doyoung, Jungwoo," Mr. Lee said giving me names to faces "At least say hello," Mr. Lee's voice bounces off the walls of the mansion. None of them move, or go to introduce themselves. The younger two on the left look towards the one in the middle as if waiting instruction. That gave me the indication that he was the one to worry about, he was the ringleader of all these boys. He was looking over me and when our gazes lock my heart beats a little faster. Out of fear. I hope. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing under the circumstances. I mean it was no secret that each one of them were gorgeous. the one in the middle made me worry, but I refused to look away first.
He narrows his eyes as if daring me to look away first, but I refused. He didn't like that. He turns from the railing and walked off without another word, and each of his brothers following him, their footsteps echoing in the large house. Next to me, Mr. Lee sighed "I'm sorry about them. This is new for all of us," he apologized before leading me back up the stairs. He brings me to a room that's fit for a princess, literally. The bed was lifted and had a large canopy with draping fabric. There were large nightstands on either side. A huge vanity full of make up and hair products. A bathroom, a huge TV and a mini fridge. This room alone was nicer than all the places my mother and I had gone. "I hope it's alright," he said pulling me out of my dazing "It's fine," I mumbled walking over to the bed letting my backpack fall to the floor.
My hands run over the soft comforter and I reach under to feel the silk sheets. I couldn't help but sneak under the covers. I had never felt something so luxurious in my entire life. It smelt like lavender and honey. My body was melting into the bed. Like we were becoming one. But nice things don't always mean nice people. But I couldn't be bothered to keep my eyes open for another second. I didn't realize how drained I was until I finally let myself relax and fall asleep. I wake up the next morning and I looked around the room. Last night's events were not a dream, I'm really here. I fling the covers off my legs and move down next to my backpack opening it to see that there was still ten grand in cash in the bottom.
I shove the bag under the bed, pulling the valence down to hide it. I then got up and walked into the bathroom. It was equally as fancy as the room I had been staying in. A much too large bathtub, a huge sink and mirror, a fancy toilet and a whole walk in shower. I turned the water on, thinking that a shower could do me some good. I wiggle out of the jeans, letting them puddle around my ankles as I got working on the buttons of the flannel. I had got them halfway down when I heard a knock on my door. "Mr. Lee?" I called, ready to tell him that I was going to shower first. "Yuta. I'm coming in," he said and my hands frenzily tried to button my flannel "I'm not ready," I said rushing towards the door, in order to pull it closed if he truly meant his threat "Five seconds," he replied.
I was not ready to face the Young Lee boy, especially with greasy hair and bare face. I reach the door just as he pulls it open, and luckily I had buttoned enough of the buttons, and the flannel fell far past my thighs so nothing was revealed to him. He gives me a onceover rudely, and even though I was covered I felt naked under his gaze. "I want to know what you're planning," he steps foreword causing me to take a step back letting him into my new room. "Ask your father, he threw me over his shoulder and kidnaped me," I replied crossing my arms over my chest. He takes another step towards me but this time I stand my ground. We were almost chest to chest, almost so close I could smell him and only him.
He's hot. I feel at a loss for words, my throat closing up, and every nerve ending in my body tingling, wondering what it would feel like to have his large hands against them. I cursed my body for defying me, I did not want to be attracted to this jerk. But my mother taught me young that our bodies often want what are brains don't. He's a jerk and he wants nothing to do with you, my brain reminds my heart. But I could feel my nipples stiffening. "And you fought him real hard, didn't you?" he asked pulling me out of my head. I rolled my eyes before heading towards the bathroom once again, and I start slowly undoing the buttons of the flannel. I hear a swift intake of breath from the bedroom doorway. I and smirk. As nonchalantly I pull the flannel down revealing my bare shoulders and I can feel his eyes traveling over the newly exposed skin like he was physically touching me.
"Whatever game you're playing, you can't win. Not against us all." his voice had deepened and had become rough. Clearly my little show was effecting him. I'm glad I have my back to him so he doesn't see that I'm affected by him too. Just by his voice and gaze. "If you leave now, Nothing bad has to happen. Whatever my dad gave you isn't worth the hell we will put your through," he threatened. I let the flannel leaving me bare and when I look over my shoulder I see he has turned around so his back was towards me now. "I've been put through hell already darling," I taunt pulling the bathroom door shut, "We're all watching you," he shouted before slamming my bedroom door closed.
I climbed under the hot water, but it felt nothing compared to the burning of my skin. I had to push the thought of him joining me in the shower out of my head. Starting today he was the enemy and I had to be prepared for anything. It felt nice to shower and get all clean, hopefully that would help me feel more at ease here. After wrapping myself in a fluffy towel I walked into the walk-in closet to find several dresses and blouses, khakis and dress pants. Couldn't they afford a pair of jeans? I decided on wearing a light, blue sundress, it didn't feel like anything over the top which helped me feel a bit better.
I was sitting at the vanity brushing my hair when there was another knock on the door. I expected another one of the boys to burst in here and give me a shake down. "y/n?" I heard Mr. Lee and I sighed in relief, "Come in," I replied looking back at the mirror. "Oh, I'm glad you found something suitable to your tastes," he replied as the door opened "Well there was no jeans," I replied and he chuckled "Well you can always go shopping, just tell them to charge the Lee's, I'll have all shops notified," he said. After an awkward silence he cleared his throat "I thought you might want this," he said handing a piece of folded paper to me. I took it from him quickly "Thank you," I said for the first time appreciating something he's done for me. "Come down the stairs and then under the balcony and it'll lead you to the kitchen for breakfast when you're done," he said before leaving me alone. I didn't even wait for the door to click before unfolding the paper.
Dear Mr. Lee,
I don't know if you will get this letter, or even believe it when you read it, but I'm sending it to your airline number in hopes it will get to you. Anyways, straight to the point, Dane knocked me up in that frenzy we had a month before he was shipped off. By the time I realized I was pregnant, he was long gone. The men at the base weren't interested in my story, I suppose you might not be interested now.
But anyhow, I have cancer. Eating up my lungs. I can feel it spreading like wildfire inside me. My baby is going to be left alone. She's resilient. She's tough. Far tougher than me. I love her and while I'm not scared to die, I dread she is going to be alone.
I know it's not your problem. Your friend's business is his business, but when I tried to get a hold of him I found out he died. I'm sorry to hear about that. But she's the best of him and me. You'll hate yourself if you don't meet her.
Sincerely,
Y/L/N
There was no point in crying. I slap my cheeks to get it together. I shove the letter into my backpack, along with a few other necessities in case I need to run away. I then fix my hair into a high ponytail and slap on some BB cream to cover the redness in my eyes and call it good. I walk out of my room and down the hall to the balcony, taking the stairs two at a time then turning to head towards the kitchen. It was huge. Two stoves, a giant fridge, a marbled Island with a sink and five barstools. I walk over to the fridge and pull it open to see it was stocked full. These kids probably never went hungry a day in their life. I pull out some yogurt, fruit and nuts. I dig through the many cabinets to find a bowl and begin to make myself breakfast. Once I put everything back where I found it I walked into the dining room where everyone else was sitting around a breakfast banquet.
"Oh, I didn't mean you had to make your own food," Mr. Lee said causing my cheeks to flush "It's not that hard," I replied before sitting down in the chair closest to me and nearest the youngest brother. I hardly have the spoon in my mouth before Yuta throws his napkin down and stands up "Who wants a ride?" he questioned before walking off, not even cleaning his place. The two youngest get up and chase after him "Boys," Mr. Lee called but they ignored him "Doyoung you'll take Y/n?" he said to his last son that was still eating. "No can do, I promised to pick someone else up," he said shoving the last of his sausage in his mouth before rushing off in the direction of his brothers. "It's fine, I can catch the bus," I replied eating more of my food and he chuckled "They don't send buses."
I understand what he meant by that by the time we arrived to the high school. It looked like a college campus you would see in a movie. Everyone was dressed in some sort school uniform, myself included I beg him to leave me at the front doors, not wanting to be the girl who's parent walks her to her first class. He was hesitant but allowed me to go only after I promised to call if I needed help. Walking down the long halls I knew I didn't fit in here. I already know this but I was hoping it would be less noticeable. I looked down at the piece of paper the people at the office gave me, telling me which room to go to for my first class. Chemistry. I looked towards one of the classrooms to take a look at the number but it was nowhere near close to where I needed to be.
"You look lost," a young girl walked over to me, I expected to see malice in her eyes, like all the mean girls in movies, but she didn't have any hostility in them. "I'm new," I point out and she snickers "Clearly," she teased looping her arm through mine and looking at my paper. "Mr. Luges, he's awful," she said before leading me down the halls, "You're living with the Lee's right?" she questioned and I couldn't help but feel as though that was the reason she was talking to me. She lazily pointed out room after room, clearly less interested in showing me the way and more interested in me. "You meet the boys yet?" she asked before even letting me answer her previous question, "yes," I'm stingy with my answers, not knowing her angle.
"First thing to know about this school is that the Lee boys run it. They make the rules. And they enforce them. They will make your life at school miserable if they want to," she said almost as if she had seen it's wrath. I shrug my shoulders "I don't give a shit about their rules, I'm just here to get an education," I replied and she sighed "Look, people are generally leaving you alone because the Lee's haven't decided if you were friend or foe," she said. I looked around to see people were definitely looking at me and talking but no one besides the girl on my arm were willing to engage me in conversation. It only takes her a moment to realize that I don't give a shit abut their social hierarchy. She smirked "This is your class," she said stopping in front of the right door "I'll be watching." she flicked her hair and walked off.
I shake her off before walking into the classroom. I go straight to the teacher to introduce myself and he tells me to go sit in the back. I do as told and set my bag down, idly waiting for class to start. Just as the bell rings Doyoung rushes into class and heads straight towards me, but then skirts to a stop in front of me "What are you doing here?" he questioned. "I go to school here now," I said as if it were obvious and that pisses him off "I mean in that seat," he snapped and I couldn't help but smile "The teacher assigned me here, I guess we're partners," I teased as he slides into the seat next to me. "Just... don't talk to me," he grumbles as the teacher calls our attention. He went over the syllabus and in attempt to lighten our mood he allows us to do a quick experiment before the class is over.
Doyoung enjoys telling me what to do, while he just sits back and watches. "Is everyone at this school as insane as you guys?" I asked getting him to smirk "Believe it or not baby sis, there's crazier than the Lee's," he replied. Even though his teasing was sickening, I couldn't help but feel a bit happy that we were able to have a conversation. "I don't know, no one is willing to talk to me until you boys give your royal decree," I said sarcastically and he sighed "Honestly I don't give a shit about you. Dad's probably trying to fill a hole that mom left," he said shrugging his shoulders, I had a million questions to follow up what he said, but I didn't want to push my luck. The brothers talk to each other, and I wasn't ready to face off with Yuta. "As long as you stay out of our way I'm sure school will be fine," he added and as much as I would like to, I have a feeling Mr. Lee is going to continue shoving me down his sons throats.
School continued uneventful, no one trying to talk to me, which honestly didn't bother me. If school could continue like this for the next two years, I don't think living here would be all that hard. Mr. Lee was busy this week with work things, so the boys and I did our best to stay out of each other's way. I went shopping with Mr. Lee's girlfriend, I begged her to bring me to a thrift store where I was able to find a few pairs of jeans and suitable shirts. Unfortunately, the thrift store was not in the loop with the whole dropping Mr. Lee's name so I had to dig into some of my cash to get the clothes, but it only was 100 dollars. Everything was starting to feel somewhat normal until Mr. Lee got back on Friday and demanded all of us kids have dinner with him. I could feel the boys seething at the fact they had to have dinner with me, but I tried to ignore it, telling Mr. Lee about my first week.
"Why don't we all hang out tonight and play board games?" Mr. Lee offered at the end of dinner and what little restraint the boys had left for their father snapped "We have a party tonight," Yuta said getting up from the table, the other boys nodding in agreement, following the eldests lead. "Alright, take her with you," Mr. Lee said pointing towards me, and I shake my head "No, it's fine," I said trying my hardest to appease the boys. "I'm not bringing her," Yuta said as if it was obvious to everyone that he'd rather be in hell than in a room with me. "Oh, alright, then I guess Y/n and I can have a movie night.... all by ourselves," Mr. Lee said using the fact that the boys hate when I'm alone with him to his advantage. Yuta's teeth grits tightly "Fine." he look towards me "8Pm sharp we leave. And at least try to look decent," he said looking over me in disgust before heading out.
I roll my eyes, but slowly get up anyways. I bring my plate to the kitchen and place it into the dishwasher. Mr. Lee has informed me of the housekeepers and cooks, but it was outside my nature to have someone doing simple tasks for me. I try to hide my excitement as I climb the stairs and walk down the hall towards me room but once behind the door I smile rushing to my closet to find something appropriate to wear. I didn't know what preppy students of the school would wear to a party so I decided to wear something close to our school uniform. A pinup skit and a white blouse, I even went as far as to put on a headband. It was like Blair Waldorf had spit up on me. I sat down at my vanity and put on enough make up to make it look like school hadn't drained the life out of me. By the time I was done it was almost eight and I rushed down the stairs to meet Yuta.
He wore nothing but black jeans and a white tee shirt, totally dressed down compared to what I was wearing. "I'll change," I said turning around to head back up the stairs, but his strong hand grabbed my upper arm and stopped me "If you don't get in the car now I'm leaving you behind," he threatened with a smirk. I breath out my nose before ripping my arm out of his grasp "Fine," I replied heading towards the door. His threat wasn't something I was going to take lightly, and even though it embarrassed me how over dressed I was, I couldn't let it show. Despite how nonchalant I am about the people in the school, I really did want to fit in. Because if you fit in then you can fade into the background and all I wanted to do was get through school as easily as possible, but these Lee boys were not going to make it easy for me.
It was only Yuta and I in the car as the other boys had gone ahead to the party. He doesn't say much, and refuses to turn on the radio leaving us in heavy silence. It isn't until we arrive to a house fit for the royal family does he look my way. "Nice headband, loser," he said with a smirk "Thanks, bought it with your dad's card," I replied with a smug look, wiping his away from his face "Watch it," he nearly growls. "Thanks for the ride," I said before getting out of his car to look at the three story building, I swear seven families could live in one of these houses. I head towards the front door but Yuta grabs my wrist and starts listing off all the things I could and could not do.
"This is Yuna's place. Her parents run hotels. Don't get sloppy drunk. Don't embarrass us. Don't hang around us. Don't use our name to get anything. Act like a whore and we will toss you flat out on your ass. I heard your mom's a prostitute, don't try that shit here, got it?" he demanded and it was all fine until he spoke of my mother "Screw you. She was not a prostitute." I rip my wrist from his grasp staring straight into his eyes, even though mine were foggy. It almost looked as though he had some kind of regret "Unless dancing is your version of having sex and if so your sex life sucks. Do your worst. Anything you do is armature compared to what I've gone through," I snapped before heading straight into the building without looking back. I waltz in like I own the place, even though I was the only one wearing a skirt, and everyone was looking at me.
I fight the urge to run back out where I came from, but I couldn't let them see that it got to me. So I just smile back at their stares and when their gaze shifts the Yuta behind me, I sneak off into an empty corridor. I decided hiding in the shadows until the Lee's decide we were done here was probably the safest bet for me. I continue to back up until I hear a soft yelp behind me "Oh sorry, I didn't see you there," I said spinning around to face whoever I was running over, only to find it was the girl who first spoke to me at school. "Why are you hiding?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows as to why she would be hiding like me "Running and hiding gives me the chance to live another day. That's my theory," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"These people suck," I complained leaning back against the wall and she laughed "And you only been here a week, I've always been with these kids," she said with a sigh. "I never introduced myself. Lia," she said sticking her hand out, "Y/n," I replied even though I'm pretty sure the whole school knew my name. She doesn't say anything as I shake hands with her. "Do you dance?" she asked and I wondered if she knew of my past or was just trying to be friendly, I chose to believe the latter. "I do," I replied and she took my wrist and dragged me out of our hiding spot and brought me to large stairs dragging me up to the second floor. She then brings me into a room and shuts the rest of the party out "I have Just Dance," she said walking towards the TV to turn on her gaming system.
"How have the Lee's treated you?" she asked casually, and I shrugged "Fine," I answered sitting down on her bed. I don't know why I felt the need to lie, perhaps I didn't want her to take pity on me. "Really? Those boys haven't been nice to you, or about you," she said turning to me with controllers in her hands. "They'll come around," I echo Mr. Lees words and reach out to take a controller from her. Neither of us say anything more about the topic as she picks the first song for us to dance to. The game was easy if you had any experience in dancing. After a song or two Lia decides we need a handicap and pulls beer from her mini fridge and gives one to me before chugging one herself. The alcohol make her moves worse, but for me it just allows me to let go and flow to the music.
"Shit you got moves," she said but I could barely hear her over the music that seemed to filled the room. She spilled her drink all over and the two of us burst out laughing. She had a crazy amount of energy but that's what brought me to like her. She wasn't like all these other stuffy, preppy rich kids. She was more like me I think. She'd be a good friend. The song changes and the music pulled me in once again. A slick sultry dance pulled out of me, making my blood pound and my hands to move along my body. My mind couldn't help but think to Yuta's body and his hands against my skin. I hated that the asshole invaded my thoughts, and with this much alcohol I couldn't shut him out. I close my eyes and imagine dancing with him, against him.
The lights flick on and I stop abruptly. "Where is the guy?" Yuta asked, his eyes scanning the room, "Who?" I asked dumbly. I couldn't help but become instantly angry at him. "The fuckhead you're dancing for," he replied crossing the room to grab my upper arm "I told you not to whore yourself out," he scolded. "No one is here," I whined looking around the empty room, my drunken state being slow to catch up to what he was insinuating. "Really?" he asked as the toilet flushes and the door opens to reveal Lia. He blinks a few times over, as if he was now the one who needed to catch up with the situation. I can't help but smile. "Why didn't you just say you were with Lia," he grumbled releasing my arm "Why do you just jump to conclusions before listening to what I have to say?" I answer his question with one of my own.
"Oh wait, you've already decided who and what I am, and nothing is going to change your mind," I snapped, but unlike him, he doesn't say anything "Come with me," he asked and I shake my head "After you come in here all huffy?" I shake my head "I don't think so." he sighed "Look, more than just Lia need to see you, that way it gets back to dad and he'll stop trying to force us together," he explained his reasoning. I knew he had a point, but he could at least be nice. Would that kill him? "No." he steps towards me and suddenly all my senses are flooded with him. He's tall and muscular and he even smells attractive. And I blame the alcohol in my system for making me all achy around him. "Let's go party Lia," I said grabbing my new friend's arm and leading her out of the room and down where the music shook the walls.
Everyone was either drinking or dancing, most doing both. I pull her to the middle of the room with me and made sure Yuta was watching us. He was with Doyoung and they were both warning me when I met their eyes. I rolled my eyes "Introduce me," I told Lia, and she sighed but walked around telling me who people were before having them say hello to them. This seemed to get the Lees off my back. For a while I felt like I was finally fitting in here. "So what's it like sucking an old man for room and board?" a girl asked causing the throat to close. People who seemed friendly two seconds ago were now laughing at me. I then realized no one in this plae was willing to give me a chance. They all decided long before I got here who I was and what I was just like Yuta.
I felt mortified that tears glazed my eyes, but they would never fall. I wouldn't let them win. Screw them. Screw the Lee's. Screw everyone in this town. I shake off Lia before making my way out the front door. As I walk through the large driveway towards the gate, I'm half tempted to scratch up the nearby cars. I don't care that it's after ten PM and there could be creeps on the road. I squeeze through the gate and start walking along the street. I held back the tears, and used my angry energy for walking. I don't know how far I got, or where I was even going but my feet were sore. A car slows down next to me and I focus on not looking drunk, competent enough that whoever was in the car would just leave me alone.
The window rolls down and I see Yuta behind the wheel "You really are a sex worker aren't you? Not even scared of the streets at night," he tisked, but that was the last straw "I'm not!" A helpless feeling lodges in my throat "Screw you. You don't even know me." I look away from him and keep walking "I know everything I need to know," he replied "You know shit." I bit my lip and focus on breathing so the hot tears don't roll down my cheeks. "Tell me your game then," he said going back to that "My aim is to survive, go to college," I answered truthfully "And take a chunk of Lee money with you?" I stopped walking, my body shaking with emotions. "I'm done fighting with you," I said before squatting down "I can't keep doing it." Not when he continues to flash up in my mind. "Then leave."
"I can't," my voice breaks, because that's the truth of it all, "I need to go to school, I need to get to college, and I can't-" I hated to admit it, especially him. "I can't do it on my own." There was a long silence "So you say," he said but his voice wasn't far away anymore, "What do you want me to say?" I asked looking up at him. "I'm not into your father, I'm not sleeping with him. I'm never going to because that's gross. He's my guardian and I appreciate what he's trying to do for me. But that's it." I could feel the tears on my cheeks. I force myself to stand even though my legs were shaking "I didn't ask for my father to knock my mom up, and I certainly didn't ask for your father to come and kidnap me an bring me into your life."
"So you'd prefer to still be taking your clothes off for money." there was no winning with this guy, I walk passed him, making sure my shoulder hit him hard "Right now. Kinda? At least I somewhat happy." But he grabbed my wrist "Get in the car," he demanded and I tried to rip out of his grip but he refused to let go. "I don't want to go anywhere with you," I said despite the urge to melt into his grip, stupid body. "I know it's not the most respectable job, but I was fifteen trying to pay medical bills for my dying mother. It was survival mode. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me and you haven't even tried, so you don't get to judge how I chose to survive. You can't just keep talking shit about things you have no clue about."
I let my body relax and stopped fighting him, and he noticed this, giving me a little tug. My feet follow him and he gets me into the passenger side of his car. Going as far to buckle me up before climbing into the driver's side. "You're being unfair," I mumbled staring out the window, "Clearly you got issues. I've got them too. And I don't expect us to be friends, but would it kill you to be cordial?" I was met with the hum of the car roaring to life and him shifting it into gear. Neither of us say anything for most of the car ride. "It's okay to miss your mom," I whispered, afraid of how he'd react, but he didn't say anything "I miss my mom too, sometimes so much that it hurts," I admitted looking up at the stars.
