synopsis: in which your little brothers best friend can’t keep his feelings and true intentions a secret anymore.
genre: brothers best friend to lovers
pairing: little brothers best friendljake x older afab reader
warnings: sad!jake, petty!jake, degrading, light dubcon, light fondling, manhandling, oral (m.rec and f.rec), unprotected p in v, forced confession of feelings, choking, jake eats his own cum…overstimulation, fingering, pussy slapping, creampie, almost getting caught (again). that’s it….i think.
wc: 5.1k
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a/n: i didn’t think id pop out w a part 2 for this fic but here i am… i was procrastinating w my other ones so i decided to do smth w little to no plot and just filth. anyways.. hope u enjoy! notes reblogs and comments are always appreciated!
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weeks went by and you'd had enough.
the guilt was eating you alive, and every time jake touched you when sunghoon was nearby, your heart nearly stopped. it was reckless, dangerous and completely insane.
your heart ached whenever you saw jake and sunghoon hang out, seeing their friendship. you wondered how sunghoon would react if he found out that his best friend was fooling around with his older sister.
you couldn't bear the thought of your brother looking at you differently, so you made a decision.
that night jake was over, as he always was. you watched the two boys play games on the living room couch, standing afar as your cleaned up in the kitchen.
your parents had bid their goodnights, heading upstairs to go to sleep leaving you, sunghoon and jake alone downstairs.
"hey! you said you'd cover me!" sunghoon grunts, his eyebrows furrowed as he squints his eyes—focusing on the screen ahead.
"i was getting attacked! i had to protect myself!"
"and your ass still died. what was the point of that."
the two argued playfully amongst each other, the thought of them not being friends because of you ached you.
time passes by, you loiter in the kitchen—pretending to do work on your laptop.
"noona, you can go to sleep you know. i know you're bored," you heard sunghoon say to you, peering back to see you sitting at one of the barstools in the kitchen.
you give him a soft smile, shaking your head. "it's no big deal, i have to stay up anyways. have to finish off these papers."
he nods, adjusting his head set. jake looks over, your eyes widening when he smirks at you—biting at his bottom lip. you quickly avert your eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered.
jake had gotten much bolder with his actions, however, nothing too intimate had happened ever since the kitchen scene a few weeks ago.
he wasn't as touchy, but his words had gotten bolder.
he always found ways to lean in too close, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured things that made your face burn. "you smell good today, noona." or "you know, i have dreams about you. wanna know what they're about?" and when you pushed him away, he only chuckled, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
if you dropped something, he'd pick it up and hold it out—only to yank it back when you reached for it. "use your manners, noona. say please."
"please?"
his smirk widens, "good girl, noona."
if you were cooking, he'd stand behind you, arms caging you in as he reached for something. "careful, wouldn't want to burn yourself." he'd rub himself up against your butt, letting you feel how hard he was for you. but he never did more than brushing up against you or the occasional lingering touches.
it was almost like he was riling you up, teasing you so you'd snap.
when sunghoon was in his room with his headphones on, you pulled jake aside into the hallway. sunghoon had said goodnight, insisting that jake stay over since it was past midnight. jake had agreed, a dark smile on his face as his eyes raked up and down your figure—tongue jutting out to quickly swipe over his lips.
his usual cocky smirk was already forming, like he knew exactly why you wanted to talk.
"jake, we have to stop."
he blinked at you, amused. "stop what, noona?"
you swallowed, your stomach twisting. "this. whatever this is. it's wrong."
his smirk faltered for a second before his expression darkened. he stepped closer, forcing you back against the wall, trapping you between his arms. you tried not to shiver when you felt his breath against your skin.
"you think you can just cut me off like that?" he murmured, voice low and dangerous. "like i'm some bad habit you need to quit?"
you turned your face away, refusing to meet his gaze. "i—jake, i mean it. this is over."
he scoffed. "bullshit."
your eyes snapped back to him, widening as his fingers trailed along your arm. "i know you, noona. i know how you sound when you're turned on. i know how you taste when you're falling apart under me. and i definitely know how you look when you're pretending you don't want me." his hand suddenly slid between your thighs, over your shorts, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch.
you gasped, pushing at his chest. "j-jake, stop—sunghoon is upstairs!"
his smirk returned, but this time it was cruel. "exactly. so why haven't you screamed for him yet?"
you froze.
your mouth opened, but no words came out.
his grip tightened on your hip. "you could call him right now. tell him everything. tell him what a perv i am, how i've been touching you when he's not looking, how i licked your pretty cunt until you were shaking in the kitchen." he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "but you won't, will you?"
your breathing was ragged. "jake—"
"because you like it, noona." his fingers pressed harder, making your legs clench involuntarily. "you like how dirty this is. how wrong it feels. you say we need to stop, but your body?" he chuckled, sliding his knee between your thighs. "your body says otherwise."
he squeezes your hip, pushing you down so you grinded against his knee. you held in a moan, pursing your lips as you feel jake get tougher with his actions.
tears pricked at your eyes. whether it was from frustration, guilt, or something else entirely, you didn't know. "this isn't fair," you whispered.
jake pulled back slightly, tilting his head as he studied you. then, to your horror, his smirk completely disappeared. for the first time, he looked... genuinely hurt.
"you think this was just a game to me?" his voice was quiet, almost disappointed. "you think i did all this just to fuck around and piss you off?"
jake was hurt, he felt like you didn't even know him. he was never the type of guy that fooled around with girls, and you knew that. he thought he had made it clear how much he liked you, and only you.
you didn't know how to answer, standing there speechless.
jake clenched his jaw, his hands dropping from your body. his warmth disappeared, replaced by an unsettling emptiness.
"fine," he muttered, stepping back. "if that's what you want."
you felt like you could finally breathe again. but the victory was short-lived.
because the very next day, everything changed.
jake ignored you completely. no teasing touches. no lingering glances. no stolen moments in the hallway. it should've felt like relief, but instead, it felt like loss.
and the worst part? he was still around.
he still showed up at your house every day, still hung out with sunghoon like nothing had happened—but now, he acted like you didn't exist. and it was killing you.
although you hate to admit that you missed him and his advances, you were thankful that it had ended.
but just when you thought you were free, just when you started convincing yourself that maybe this was for the best.
jake reminds you why you could never escape him.
it happened late one night. a week had gone by since jake had pretended as if you didn't exist, you were slowly coming to terms with it.
you were in the kitchen alone, getting a glass of water, when suddenly, the room darkened. the air shifted, and before you could turn around—a familiar voice whispered against the shell of your ear.
"miss me yet, noona?"
your heart stopped.
and that was when you realized. this wasn't over. not even close. and in fact, it'll never be over.
your breath hitched as jake's hands found your waist, his grip firm, possessive—like he had every right to touch you.
"j-jake," you whispered breathlessly, your fingers tightening around the glass in your hand. you should push him away, should scream for sunghoon, should do anything but melt into him like you seemed to be doing.
but your body betrayed you.
he chuckled darkly, his nose grazing the side of your neck making you shiver in delight. "you thought i was done with you?" his fingers slid down to the hem of your shirt, teasingly brushing against your skin. "you think you can ignore this?"
his free hand covered yours, plucking the glass from your grip and setting it aside on the counter. the moment it left your grasp, he spun you around, pressing your back against the cool marble of the counters.
you mind races with flashbacks from weeks ago, when jake had his head between your legs and his tongue in you—making you writhe in pleasure. your chest heaved as you finally met his gaze—dark, hungry, filled with something dangerous.
"i was trying to be nice," he murmured, dragging his fingers down the dip of your throat, over your collarbone, down to the top button of your pajama shirt. "but you don't want nice, do you, noona?"
you looked up at him with pleading eyes, "you're a lot stronger than i thought you were, noona," he starts, his hand grabbing a hold of your breast making you whine. "i thought you'd break in a few days, but seems like you were getting used to my absence. can't have that now, can we?"
you swallowed hard, eyes darting to the doorway. "s-sunghoon is upstairs," you reminded him, voice barely above a breath.
jake smirked, popping the first button open. "then you better be quiet."
your stomach twisted as another button came undone, then another, his fingers deliberately slow, teasing.
"jake," you tried again, but suddenly, his lips were on yours—hot, demanding, stealing the breath from your lungs.
your hands instinctively flew to his shoulders, but whether to push him away or pull him closer, you weren't sure. it didn't matter. he took the decision from you, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed himself against you, letting you feel just how much he wanted this.
a muffled whimper escaped your throat when he rolled his hips into you, your core throbbing at the friction.
"fuck," he groaned against your lips, one hand slipping under your shirt to splay across your bare waist. "you have no idea how much i missed this."
"we—we can't," you breathed, even as your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging him closer.
"we already are," he murmured, teeth grazing your jaw before trailing down to your neck. you gasped when he sucked at the sensitive spot just below your ear, your body arching into his as heat coiled deep in your stomach.
"so sensitive," he mused, his lips curving against your skin. "you missed me too, didn't you, noona?"
you hated that he was right. hated that you had missed this—his touch, his voice, the way he made you feel alive.
but before you could admit it, before you could even think of responding, his hand was dipping lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts.
your breath hitched.
"jake," you gasped, your knees nearly giving out when his fingers brushed against your clothed heat. he groans at the dampness he found, his other hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"look at you," he murmured, eyes dark with need. "so fucking wet for me." you let out a soft whimper, and that was all it took for his restraint to snap.
"you're going to be a good girl, right noona?" he pants softly, his hand slipping out of your shorts. you almost whine at the loss, missing his touch where you need it the most.
you nod mindlessly, looking up at him to catch the dark look in his eyes. his lips pull into an almost evil smirk, "then you're going to have to apologize to me, noona. you hurt my feelings," he fake pouts.
you gape at him, your mouth opening to apologize only for jake to slip in two of his fingers past your lips. you gag around his fingers, not adjusting to the sudden intrusion in your mouth.
he stares down at you, his breath hitching when he pumps his fingers slowly into your mouth.
"nu uh, noona. that's not how i want my apology," he begins, his mouth pulled into a lazy smirk. he slowly pulls his fingers out, a trail of saliva connecting your mouth and his digits. he rubs his spit covered fingers over your lips messily, his face pulled into a pained look as he holds in a moan. "you don't need to use your mouth, but your going to let me use your mouth. yeah?"
your eyes widen at his words, swallowing harshly before you're nodding your head. it felt as if you didn't have control over your own actions.
he grins at your obedience, his hands tangling it into your hair before he's pushing you down to your knees slowly.
you sink down, coming face to face with jake's crotch—your eyes widening when you see the large tent in his pants. jake smirks, tilting your chin up.
"c'mon, take it out."
your hands fumble with his pajama pants, pulling them down along with his briefs. you gasp when his cock springs free, thick, flushed, already leaking. your eyes flick up to meet his, but he doesn't give you time to marvel or breathe—his hand is already fisting in your hair again, pulling your head closer.
"open," he mutters, and when you hesitate, he tightens his grip, yanking your head back. "don't make me ask again, noona."
your lips part, and jake doesn't wait. he slides his cock into your mouth with one slow, brutal thrust, groaning low in his throat when he hits the back of it. your hands fly to his thighs, nails digging in, but he doesn't ease up—he rolls his hips, feeding more of himself into your throat until you're gagging, tears stinging your eyes.
"this is what you wanted?" he grits out, in pure bliss that the woman he had wanted for half of his life was taking him in to her mouth. "just my cock, right? that's all i was to you, yeah?"
you try to shake your head, try to speak around him, but he just holds you there, his other hand coming down to cup your jaw, thumb smearing at the tears running down your cheeks.
"don't lie now," he growls. "you said it yourself. you thought i didn't give a fuck about you. you thought i was just using you."
he pulls out just enough for you to suck in a shaky breath before slamming back in, your moan muffled, choked, sinful.
"you're older than me, right?" he spits, voice bitter. "supposed to be the mature one. then why the fuck are you acting like a scared little girl?"
you look up at him, ruined. your jaw aching, drool trailing down your chin—and jake just smiles. not soft. cruel.
he could feel the familiar coil in his stomach tighten, but this wasn't the way he wanted to cum for you.
"you hurt me, noona," he whispers, finally pulling out completely. you gasp, throat sore, but he doesn't let you rest. he grabs you by the arms and yanks you to your feet, pushing you hard against the counter.
"bend over."
"jake—" you choke, blinking through the fog of tears and lust. "we shouldn't—sunghoon—"
"you think i give a fuck about sunghoon right now?" he hisses, dragging your shorts down roughly, letting them pool around your ankles. "you think he'd care about protecting his slutty sister who lies about what we have?"
you flinch, but you don't stop him—not when he kicks your legs apart, not when he presses the head of his cock right against your dripping entrance.
"say it," he snaps, one hand gripping your hip while the other holds your hair in a tight, punishing fist. "say i'm not just a fuck. beg me to forgive you." you hold in a mewl as his grip on your hair gets tighter, the crown of your head touching his chest.
you bite your lip, shame and heat colliding in your chest, but you say it anyway—voice trembling, broken.
"you're not just a fuck," you whisper. "i'm sorry, jake—please, i didn't mean it. i thought you didn't care...i was scared."
he goes still for a beat, his grip on you relaxing before his chest presses against your back. you hear the shift in his breath.
and then he thrusts into you so hard the air is knocked out of your lungs.
"you should be scared," he hisses against your ear. "scared of how much i fucking want you. scared of what i'll do when you try to run again."
you cry out, biting your own wrist to keep quiet as he starts to pound into you, fast, rough, relentless. you could feel yourself convulse around his girth, your velvety walls sucking him in like a suction.
"mine," he growls with every thrust, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. "mine. you hear me?"
you nod, gasping his name, body trembling from the intensity. it's overwhelming—the pace, the anger, the feeling behind every snap of his hips.
"say it," he demands again, thrusting particularly hard.
"i'm yours," you sob, gripping the edge of the counter like your life depends on it. "jake, i'm yours, i swear—"
"damn right you are."
he grabs your throat from behind, turning your face just enough so he can kiss you—deep, messy, almost violent with how badly he wants to consume you.
"no more ignoring me," he pants against your lips. "no more pretending this isn't real. you understand?" you nod frantically, unable to speak, unable to think—just feel.
and when his hand slides between your thighs, rubbing fast, precise circles over your clit, your whole body locks up. you could feel that familiar feeling tighten up in your lower stomach, your body shaking with every thrust he delivers.
"cum for me, noona," he whispers. "make a mess. and don't you dare try to hide it."
"jake—jake, i—" your voice breaks into a whimper, hips jerking as his fingers circle tighter, rougher.
"go on," he pants, cock driving into you so deep you can't breathe. "cum all over my cock like the slut you said you weren't."
you sob into your arm, your entire body tightening as the knot in your stomach finally snaps. pleasure crashes over you like a wave—sharp, hot, almost unbearable. you clench around him, trembling as you come hard, your release soaking the base of his cock, dripping down your thighs, coating his fingers.
jake lets out a strangled groan at the feeling, his hips stuttering. "fuck, fuck—you feel that?" he growls, voice cracking. "so fucking tight when you cum for me. you were made for this."
his rhythm falters, becoming erratic. you know he's close—the grip on your hips turns bruising, his breath uneven as he drives into you with punishing force.
"where?" he growls, leaning over you, his chest flush against your back. "tell me where, noona. say it. beg for it."
you turn your head slightly, eyes glassy as you whisper, "inside. jake, please—want you to cum inside me."
he curses under his breath, his hands shaking as he fucks you harder—desperate now, his control gone.
"say it again," he snarls, voice wrecked.
"come inside me," you cry, your knees threatening to give out. "need you, jake. need to feel you."
that's all it takes.
with a guttural groan, he slams in deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you. his entire body shudders as he comes, filling you up with thick, hot spurts that you swear you can feel leaking out even before he's pulled out.
he stays buried in you, breathing hard, one hand gripping your hip, the other fisted in your hair as he presses his forehead against the back of your shoulder. you're both shaking, sweat-slicked and ruined, your legs barely able to hold you up.
but jake doesn't move—not for a long moment. when he finally does, it's slow, careful, like he's afraid of letting go. he pulls out with a hiss, watching the way his cum spills from your swollen cunt, dripping down your thighs onto the kitchen floor.
his jaw clenches.
he gently turns you around, lifts you up onto the counter, and cups your face between his hands—his voice lower, quieter, but still rough with leftover anger.
"you really think i didn't care?" he murmurs, brows furrowed as he looks into your eyes. "you think i could fuck you like that and not be in love with you?"
your breath catches at his sudden confession.
"you ignored me," you whisper, still dazed.
"because i was hurt," he growls. "because hearing you call yourself a toy—saying i was just using you—fucked me up, noona. i've been in love with you, and you thought it was just my dick talking."
he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.
"you're mine," he whispers, softer now. "and i'm yours. whether sunghoon likes it or not."
you swallow hard, your hand rising to rest on his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart.
"...i didn't mean it," you whisper. "i was scared. you're younger, and—i thought i was making a mistake."
he kisses you—slow, breathless, a stark contrast to how he'd fucked you minutes ago. and when he pulls away, he's smirking again, cocky and flushed and still so mad.
"you did make a mistake," he says. "and you're going to make it up to me." his hands slip beneath your thighs, dragging you toward the edge of the counter again.
"starting now."
his hands are already back on you before you can breathe—dragging you down the counter, legs parted, chest heaving. he doesn't even give you a moment to recover. you're still dripping with his cum when he spreads you open, gaze locked on your wrecked, swollen pussy.
"look at this mess," he growls, thumb smearing the mix of your release and his across your folds. "you look better like this. ruined. mine."
you gasp, hips jerking at the overstimulation, but he just chuckles darkly, grabbing your thighs to yank you closer until your ass is barely on the counter.
"you made me wait," he sneers, his tone dropping. "you ran your mouth. called me a kid. said i was just using you. and now look at you."
you try to respond, but he presses two fingers to your lips again, "no. you don't get to talk right now. just sit there and take it."
then he's dropping to his knees between your legs, and you barely manage to get a word out before his tongue replaces his fingers—licking up every drop of his cum that's still leaking out of you. he moans like he's starved, eating you out through the overstimulation, not stopping even when your legs tremble around his head.
"fuck—jake, too much—" you sob, fisting his hair, but he just growls into your cunt, locking his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. his tongue runs up and down your slit, flattening it where you need it most.
"this pussy's mine," he mutters against your clit, slapping it lightly with his tongue, making you cry out. "mine to ruin. mine to clean up. you don't get to tell me when i'm done." he continues the pattern, licking figure 8s on your clit as his fingers pry into you slowly—teasing you.
and he doesn't stop until you're falling apart again, legs shaking, tears streaking your cheeks as you cum a second time with a broken scream, biting down on your hand to muffle it—sunghoon still upstairs.
he stands up slowly, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, eyes wild. his cock is hard again, flushed and angry-looking, already twitching against his stomach.
"turn around," he orders, his eyes wild as he stares down at you with hunger.
you hesitate—wrecked, overstimulated—but he grabs your hips and flips you over himself, bending you back over the counter like you weigh nothing.
"you wanted rough?" he pants, lining himself up again. "you wanted to act like i was just some horny little kid with a crush?"
you try to speak but scream instead when he slams into you in one brutal thrust.
"jake—"
he wraps his hand around your throat from behind, yanking you upright against his chest. you gasp at the feeling, his grip on your throat now bruising as you struggle for air.
"say it again," he hisses in your ear. "say my name like that again."
"j-jake," you sob, your voice breaking as he fucks into you with punishing force.
he leans down, biting your shoulder hard enough to bruise. "you're never calling me a kid again. i'm the only one who fucks you like this. the only one who makes you this dumb."
his other hand slides down, slapping your clit repeatedly without mercy, and your whole body jolts.
"gonna cum again, noona?" he pants. "fucking pathetic. creaming around my cock again when you said we couldn't. when you said i didn't mean it." your body trembles as jake forces your third high out of you, your cunt convulsing around him pathetically.
you cry out, tears falling freely now, your body on fire, collapsing in on itself with every thrust.
"beg for it," he growls. "beg me to fill you up again."
"jake, please—" you gasp, clawing at the marble. "fill me up. need it. need you."
"yeah?" he groans, his rhythm faltering as you tighten around him again. "say you're mine. say you love this."
"i'm yours," you cry, so close to breaking. "i love it—love when you fuck me like this—i'm yours, jake, only yours."
he lets out a low, desperate moan, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "that's right. my noona. my pussy. mine."
his hips slam into you once, twice more—and then he's spilling inside you again, groaning through gritted teeth, his entire body curling over yours like he's trying to bury himself so deep you'll never forget.
you collapse against the counter, boneless and shaking, his cum dripping out of you all over again as you relish in the feeling of your third high.
he leans down, kissing your shoulder softly now—contrasting the bite he left minutes ago—and whispers, "never again. don't you ever say i don't mean it."
he pulls you back up into his arms, pressing soft kisses behind your ear now, your body still trembling.
"...you okay?" he finally asks, quieter now. "too much?" you nod slowly, clinging to him. "no. not too much."
just jake. your jake. four years younger and somehow still the only one who's ever made you feel like this. you don't know how long you stood there, pressed against jake's chest, his arms tight around you as if he couldn't bear to let go.
your legs barely worked, still trembling from the aftermath, and you knew you looked wrecked—shirt open, hair tangled, neck littered with blooming marks. you were both soaked in sweat, your thighs sticky, his cum dripping slowly down your leg.
jake kissed your temple softly, breath still ragged. "i should clean you up," he murmured. "but if i touch you again, i'm not gonna stop."
you leaned your head back against his shoulder, exhausted. "don't think i can take another round anyway."
he chuckled, but it was laced with something darker—possessiveness still simmering just beneath the surface. "you'll take what i give you next time. and you'll say thank you."
you didn't get the chance to respond because that's when you heard it.
a door creaking open upstairs.
both of you froze.
footsteps.
"shit," you breathed, panic setting in as the reality of your situation crashed down.
sunghoon.
your little brother.
he was awake and if he came down and saw this you two would be screwed.
"move," jake whispered harshly, grabbing a dishtowel from the counter and tossing it over the wet mess you'd left behind. "go to the bathroom. now."
you scrambled to button your shirt, tugging your shorts up with shaking hands, nearly falling in the process. jake tucked himself away quickly, grabbing his hoodie from the kitchen chair and pulling it over his head just as the stairs creaked again.
you slipped down the hallway barefoot, heart pounding in your throat, ducking into the bathroom and locking the door with a soft click.
two seconds later, you heard sunghoon's voice from the kitchen.
"jake?"
"yo," jake replied, voice smooth—so effortlessly casual you wanted to scream.
"what are you doing down here?"
"water," jake said, cracking open the fridge to grab a bottle "couldn't sleep."
sunghoon hummed, still half asleep, "you good?"
jake laughed, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. "never better, hyung." you covered your mouth to keep from making a sound.
"you coming back up?" sunghoon asked, voice groggy with sleep as he reaches for the bottle of water that jake had offered him.
"in a bit."
they stood there in silence for a moment before you heard the footsteps retreat. the stairs creaked again. the door shut.
you waited a beat longer—just to be safe—before cracking the door open. jake was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, head tilted slightly.
his eyes met yours. slow. hungry.
you looked like hell—still flushed, lips swollen, hair a mess.
and jake?
jake looked like he'd do it all over again if he had five more minutes alone with you.
"you okay?" he asked, voice quiet now—sincere. you nodded, stepping closer, until he reached out and tugged you into his arms.
"you scared the shit out of me," you mumbled into his chest.
"you scare me every time you act like this is something i'm not serious about."
you froze.
jake pulled back slightly, his hands gentle now as he cupped your jaw. "i'm not just fucking you, noona. i've never just been fucking you."
your chest ached at the truth in his voice. raw and exposed.
"i know," you whispered, finally. "i believe you."
he smiled—small, but genuine. "good. because next time you call me a kid, i'll fuck you and fill you so you have mine."
your breath hitched, but this time it wasn't from fear or shame—just need. you kissed him—soft, slow, the kind of kiss that promised this wasn't over.
because now you knew, it would never be over.
and god help you, you didn't want it to be.
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In which : Sunoo has never been told no. But when he embarrassed Y/n in front of her coworkers and storms off like a spoiled child, she decided it's time he learns what consequences feel like. He wanted her attention, he got it. Now he just has to survive it!
Warnings : nsfw, mdni, smut, explicit content, punishment kink undertones, power dynamics, emotional vulnerability, breif toxic behavior, age gap '5 years/ younger sunoo', use of 'noona' a lot..like A LOT, strict girlfriend x spoiled boyfriend, angst, sunoo college student, Sunghoon and Jungwon as his friends.
My note : okay, this is long, like 'I should've broken it into parts' long , but I didn't ☝️ edited as much as I could and if there's still mistakes? Look the other way I beg 🙏🥀 and please comment so my effort feels real🫵 💔
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Kim Sunoo was incredibly spoiled. His biggest problem was that he never realized when he was wrong. Being the youngest child and the only boy in the family had turned him into a brat whenever he didn't get what he wanted. It usually worked with his mother and sisters. One pout and a little sulking were enough to get him anything he asked for.
That was exactly how he ended up attending a university in another city, far away from home. Why? Because that was where Y/N lived and worked. His first love, It had started when he was around ten years old. Small, chubby, adorable, and just a little evil. He knew nobody could ever say no to him.
Whenever his older sisters had sleepovers or pajama parties, he would squeeze himself between them and their friends. He always insisted on coming along, claiming he was the man of the house and needed to protect them. In reality, he only wanted the ice cream, fast food, shopping trips, and attention, nobody ever complained though.
Neither his sisters nor their friends minded having him around. Everyone loved the adorable little boy he was. The only people who ever saw his mischievous side were those he felt completely comfortable with.That was how he met her, his favorite noona.
Y/N was different from his sisters. She was calmer, stricter, and far less likely to fall for his tricks. Whenever they stopped for coffee, he would pout and beg for a sip despite being far too young for it. His sisters would immediately soften and offer him some, Y/N never did. Instead, she would take the cup away and tell him, "No coffee for you, kid. You need juice and milk."
No matter how hard he tried to charm her, it never worked. As a result, he always frowned whenever she visited. Still, she never kicked him out of his sisters' room. She simply ignored him and continued talking with them, assuming he was too young to care about whatever they were discussing.
She was wrong, he listened to everything. By the time he turned fifteen, things changed, he had gotten taller, louder, and much more opinionated. Suddenly, he had something to say about every topic, acting as if he knew better than everyone else. Whenever the girls got ready for a night out, he would beg to do their hair, fully aware that clubs were off-limits for him, that was one rule even his sisters never bent.
He was still a minor, at sixteen, Y/N stopped visiting as often. Her university was in another city, and she was entering her second year. She needed to focus on her studies and maintain good grades. His oldest sister visited her occasionally on weekends, but Sunoo had reached an age where tagging along wasn't acceptable anymore. He had his own friends, his own life, and his own responsibilities.
Yet no matter what he did, he couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. So he followed her everywhere he could, Instagram, Twitter evenTikTok. He kept an eye on everything she posted, making sure she didn't suddenly appear with a boyfriend. Because as far as Sunoo was concerned, he was going to be her boyfriend the moment he turned eighteen, she wouldn't have any excuses then.
A five-year age gap wasn't enough to stop him.Whether she saw him that way or not didn't matter. When the time came, he would find a way to make her see him and that was exactly what he did on his eighteenth birthday. Of course, he invited Y/N to the party, in fact, he practically begged her through her DMs, reminding her that she had watched him grow up and should be there to see him officially become an adult.
Luckily for him, it happened during her summer break so she came, she brought him a gift, she smiled while watching him blow out the candles on his birthday cake. Everything seemed completely normal , until it wasn't. As the night went on, the guests slowly began leaving. The house grew quieter, and eventually only close family and a few friends remained.
That was when Sunoo texted her, he asked her to come to his room so he could open her gift with her there , even though she was exhausted and honestly didn't feel like moving, she agreed anyway. The moment she stepped inside, the door shut behind her so she turned around in confusion.
Sunoo was standing there, he locked the door then took a step closer. "Why did you lock it?" she asked, another step "What is this?" another, the lazy look in her eyes quickly disappeared as she stared up at him. When had he gotten so tall? He was around 174 centimeters now meanwhile she was only 164.
"What is it, Sunoo? Hurry up. I want to sl—" The rest of her sentence never came out because his lips crashed against hers. For a second, she froze completely , fully awake. The kiss was brief and clumsy , definitely not his first attempt at kissing someone. He had spent far too much time accepting advice from his friends, especially the girls.
Still, he wasn't nearly as confident as he had imagined, amoment later, she shoved him away. Her hand flew upward, ready to slap him. Sunoo immediately flinched and turned his face aside but the slap never came, when nothing happened he slowly looked back at her. Y/N was staring at him with wide eyes and heavy breathing.
"What was that, Kim Sunoo?" she demanded "Did you drink?" She genuinely thought he had, after all, it was his eighteenth birthday ,maybe he had tried alcohol for the first time and lost his mind. "N-No!" he said immediately "I swear I didn't!" His heart pounded violently in his chest "I just.. I want you, noona."
Her expression froze "As my girlfriend." Silence "It's legal now." The words came out so quickly that even he almost stumbled over them. Y/N could only stare, she knew, everyone knew. Sunoo had spent years shamelessly declaring that he was going to marry her someday. But nobody had ever taken it seriously, not even her, now she realized he had meant every single word.
"You know that's not going to happen, Sunoo," she said "Why would you do that? And where did you even learn how to kiss to begin with?" For the first time, she was forced to acknowledge a fact she had ignored for years..Sunoo wasn't a child anymore, and teenage boys learned things much earlier than most people liked to admit.
"Why not?" he asked immediately, his voice cracked slightly "It's legal!" He stepped forward "I'm not a kid anymore." Another step "And the most important thing is I love you!" Y/N ran a frustrated hand through her hair "Oh my God Sunoo.." She looked away for a second before speaking again "Do your sisters even know about this?"
Sunoo shrugged, he didn't care whether they took him seriously or not, what mattered was her..Only her. Before she could continue rejecting him, he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, his face buried itself against her neck "Please, noona." His voice came out muffled. "Let me be your man."
His grip tightened "I'll be perfec- I am perfect! And I've loved you forever." He pressed even closer "Please." Y/N closed her eyes "Sunoo, stop it. You're just- " "No!" The answer came immediately "No, I'm not!" His voice shook "I know exactly what I'm saying!" He held her tighter "And I know exactly what I'm doing." His breathing became uneven "This isn't something that started a few days ago.it's been years!." His fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt and is voice dropped to a whisper "Please, noona?"
Before she could respond, he buried his face deeper into her neck, that was when she felt it, his tears. Warm against her skinand his shoulders trembled breathing broke apart into quiet sobs. For the first time in her life, Y/N felt herself wavering. For the first time, his pleading actually reached her.
For years she had been the one person capable of saying no when nobody else could now she wasn't so sure. Maybe she could talk to him later, maybe when he calmed down but not now, not while he was crying against her. Slowly, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around him.
Sunoo immediately relaxed into the embrace, she rubbed his back gently listened to his muffled cries. Felt his tears soak into her shoulder and listened to the frantic rhythm of his heart beating against her chest.
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The next day, Y/N tried to talk to him about what had happened but Sunoo refused. Every time she brought it up, he found an excuse to leave. If she cornered him, he suddenly remembered something important he had to do. If she insisted, he simply disappeared.
It was frustrating.
When the time came for her to return to her university dorm in the other city, he accompanied his sisters to the train station to see her off. Y/N couldn't help feeling confused because usually, Sunoo would cling to her until the very last second. He would pout, complain, and ask her to stay longer if possible. This time, he simply smiled and waved goodbye.
As if everything was normal as if he hadn't confessed his feelings and cried in her arms only days ago. What she didn't know was that he already had a plan. He was going to follow her so over the following weeks, Sunoo continued texting her every single day. Good morning texts, good night texts, random pictures throughout the day, updates about what he was doing, photos of food, photos of himself and sometimes gifts arrived at her dorm unexpectedly.
It was as if he had already decided they were dating. Y/N didn't know how to stop him but she couldn't encourage him either, because something was happening to her, something she didn't want to acknowledge. Every morning, she found herself checking her phone for his messages before anything else.
Whenever he sent pictures, she stared at them longer than she should, she accepted every gift he sent, every text, every call, every excuse to keep talking.Yet she never gave him anything that could be considered a real answer, she kept telling herself the same things. He's going through a phase, he'll eventually move on.
Once he starts university, he'll meet people his own age, he'll find someone else. His sisters would probably be furious if they knew what happened that night. And no matter what, she couldn't see him that way. Could she? he was five years younger than her. That should have been enough, shouldn't it?
Then one morning, everything changed, she woke up to a text from her best friend, Sunoo's oldest sister. At first, the message seemed harmless, then she read it again, and again, and again! The words refused to sink in. "Can Sunoo stay with you for a few days until he finds a place?" Y/N sat upright in bed and her stomach dropped.
The message continued, Sunoo had been accepted into a university only twenty minutes away from her apartment, he would be arriving in a few days. And he needed somewhere temporary to stay, that was when his words finally came back to her.
I'll see you soon.
She had assumed he meant a visit, a vacation maybe a weekend trip. Not this, not moving to the same city, not living under her roof. Of course, she couldn't refuse because his sister was her best friend. For years, Y/N had practically lived at their house whenever she wanted, she had eaten their food, stayed overnight countless times, and been treated like family.
How could she possibly say no now? under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have minded at all, but these weren't normal circumstances anymore. She knew exactly how Sunoo felt and knowing him, there was no way this entire situation was a coincidence. He had planned this, every bit of it. Which meant she had three days to prepare herself for the storm that was coming.
Three days that was all, she cleaned the guest room, bought fresh groceries, restocked things she thought he might need. Without even realizing it, she found herself choosing foods he used to love when he was younger. Maybe his tastes had changed and maybe not. Either way, she bought them.
Three days later, a text appeared on her phone "I'm at the station." Another one followed immediately "Come save me :( I have no idea where I am! " Y/N sighed, of course he didn't. The city was still unfamiliar to him, so she grabbed her keys and drove to the train station. When she arrived, she parked outside and waited beside her car while scrolling through her phone.
She never saw him coming, one moment she was reading a message, the next strong arms wrapped around her waist. Before she could react, she was lifted completely off the ground and a familiar laugh sounded beside her ear "I missed you so much, noona!" Y/N nearly lost her balance when he finally set her down.
"Sunoo!" He only grinned, the same bright grin he had worn since childhood, except now he wasn't a child anymore. And from that day onward, he acted exactly like she had already accepted his confession and said it back. He followed her around her apartment, sat beside her whenever she watched TV, waited for her after classes, texted her even when they were in different rooms.
The only thing he never attempted again was kissing her..that single kiss from his birthday remained the last one. Not because he didn't want another but because he had made a decision. This time, Y/N would be the one to kiss him first, he would make her fall for him, make her admit it, make her say it, then he would get the kiss he really wanted.
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Weeks passed..
Then more weeks, a whole month of living together and somehow, despite constantly claiming he would find another place, he never did. Every weekend, he dragged her somewhere, a café, a restaurant, a movie, a random walk through the city. His excuse was always the same "I don't know anyone here yet." It was ridiculous and they both knew it.
Sunoo was the most extroverted person she had ever met, making friends was practically his special talent. If anything, he probably knew more people than she did by now. Still, she continued going with him, every single time, and little by little, the line she had spent years protecting became harder to see.
After a month of living together, and nearly four months after his confession and that lead to the first kiss, Y/N finally realized she was losing the battle. Sunoo, unfortunately, knew it too. The turning point came on a random Thursday night when she received a call from the police station.
At first, she thought something terrible had happened, then she heard Sunoo's voice , annoyed, offended and somehow still dramatic. By the time she arrived, she learned that Sunoo had gotten into a fight with a drunk man outside a bar. Apparently, the man had mistaken him for being gay.
Not that Sunoo cared about that part. What truly offended him was the fact that the man had tried to force a kiss on him, as far as Sunoo was disgusted, the entire situation was ridiculous. Why would he want anyone else when Y/N existed? The logic made perfect sense in his head.
But the drunk man hadn't appreciated being rejected. He was bigger and taller than Sunoo, the kind of man built like a refrigerator. Unfortunately for him, Sunoo wasn't willing to stand there and tolerate it. One kick to the balls had started everything.
The fight that followed involved Sunoo and two of his new university friends, Sunghoon and Jungwon. According to the police report, the three of them had turned what should have been a simple argument into complete chaos.
Y/N wasn't surprised, not even a little. After paying a fine and dealing with several irritated officers, she finally managed to get all three boys released.The ride back was painfully quiet, Sunoo sat in the front seat beside her, Sunghoon and Jungwon sat in the back. Every few minutes, they exchanged looks before trying and failing to hide their grins.
Y/N wasn't in the mood for whatever joke they were silently sharing. When they finally dropped the other two off at their shared dorm, Sunoo immediately headed toward his room the moment they reached the apartment. He almost made it, almost.
"Sunoo." He stopped "We need to talk." his shoulders visibly dropped, of course they did. A few minutes later, he found himself sitting on the couch while Y/N stood in front of him with her arms crossed, the lecture began immediately.
She told him he needed to focus on university, that he should stop wasting time getting into fights, that he needed to be more responsible, that he should stay away from bad influences. Sunoo listened quietly at first then frowned, then he got genuinely annoyed.
"If those 'bad influences' weren't there," he interrupted "that ugly thing would've seriously hurt me!" Y/N sighed "That's not what I'm saying." "Then what are you saying?" "I'm saying you need to take care of yourself." Her voice softened slightly "You're not a child anymore, Sunoo."
The irony of those words almost made him laugh, for years, all he had wanted was for her to stop seeing him as a child, now she was saying exactly that. Yet somehow it still wasn't enough "You're a grown man now," she continued "You need to think before acting." his jaw tightened "And you need to stay out of trouble."
Her eyes met his "Your family trusted me to look after you." Something about that sentence hurt, more than it should have, because suddenly he wasn't hearing concern..he was hearing obligation, duty, not affection, not love.. Just responsibility.
His eyes burned as he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying "I am a man." Y/N blinked "What?" "I said I'm a man!" His voice cracked slightly "That's exactly why I fought back..". He stood from the couch now slightly taller than her "What was I supposed to do? Let him hit me?" His breathing grew heavier "Let him assault me?"
"What? No!" Y/N immediately replied "Of course not." "Then why are you mad at me?" The question hit harder than she expected, Sunoo looked genuinely hurt. "And my friends aren't bad people just so you know.." His eyes were red now "They literally saved me!" "Sunoo..." "What?" "I'm not saying they're bad." "Then what are you saying?" Y/N rubbed her forehead because it start to ache "I'm saying I don't want you getting hurt sunoo!"
The apartment fell silent, for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Sunoo asked the one question she wasn't prepared for "Do you even care about me, noona?" The words came out much quieter than before, almost vulnerable and she froze. Sunoo looked away, maybe she only tolerated him because of his sisters, maybe she was letting him stay because of his family , maybe she was being patient because she felt obligated..The thought had been eating at him for weeks, now he needed an answer.
"Why would you ask that?" she said softly "Because I want to know.." His voice barely rose above a whisper, Y/N stared at him then shook her head. "Of course I care about you." Her answer came immediately "That's why we're having this conversation!" She stepped closer. "I worry about you.." Another step "I want you to be safe."
Sunoo swallowed hard then slowly straightened his shoulders. His expression changed, he hurt remained but something else appeared beneath it, hope? "So you love me?" Y/N's breath caught "Sunoo..." "No." He shook his head "Answer me noona.." His eyes locked onto hers "Do you love me? not as Sunoo." His voice dropped lower n deeper "As a man..?" Her lips parted but no words came out, and that silence was answer enough, at least for him.
Sunoo nodded slowly , the hope disappeared. "I got it." His voice sounded strangely calm, too calm "I'll move out this week." Y/N's heart dropped, when did he decide that? "What?" He turned away "You don't have to take care of me anymore, I'm not a kid." His hand tightened into a fist "But thank you for everything.." A small smile appeared, the kind that hurt to look at. "Noona."
Then he started walking toward his room, but suddenly stopped, Y/N had grabbed his wrist. The moment he turned around, she stepped in front of him, Sunoo immediately looked away. He knew himself, one look at her face and he might start begging again.
Begging for another chance, begging for her to finally see him, for her to understand he wasn't that spoiled little boy anymore,perhaps! He was trying so hard to stay strong, trying not to cry, trying not to hope. Then Y/N reached up and placed a hand beneath his chin..slowly, she guided his face back toward her. Sunoo's breath caught for a moment, neither of them moved, then her hand slid to the back of his neck and pulled him down.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, yet it shattered every doubt he had carried for years. When she finally pulled away, Sunoo could only stare at her with glossy eyes, completely speechless. His lips parted but no sound came out. His brain had stopped functioning and Y/N almost laughed at the expression on his face.. Almost.
Instead, she gently pushed his shoulder "How can you tell me to stop caring about you..." Her voice softened "...when you still call me noona?" Sunoo blinked, once, twice, still speechless. Y/N shook her head as asmall smile finally appearing "I thought you knew by now." She stepped closer
"I'm keeping you here because I want to, not because of anyone else."
Her eyes met his. "Not even your sisters." Sunoo opened his mouth but said nothing, absolutely nothing. For the first time in years, Kim Sunoo had no words and Y/N found that strangely adorable.
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It had been months now, almost a whole year since Sunoo moved in with Y/N. For the past week, he had been studying nonstop for his upcoming midterm exams. The pressure was getting to him because he needed an A+, no matter what. Not only for himself, but to prove to Y/N that he was responsible and capable of taking care of his future by himself.
It was Saturday, his day off, yet he had been sitting at his desk since seven in the morning. Around nine, he heard movement coming from the living room, immediately, he got up. Saying good morning to Y/N had become part of his daily routine. But the moment he stepped out of his room he froze, she was dressed up, her hair was done, her makeup was flawless, and she was wearing a dress.
Sunoo instantly became suspicious "Where are you going?" he asked, Y/N barely looked up from her bag. "Good morning to you too? I have an emergency meeting." "On a weekend?" She sighed "Unfortunately, one of my coworkers called an hour ago. We need to discuss something before Monday."
Sunoo frowned, It was her day off, no their day off. She was supposed to rest or better yet, spend time with him. He was about to start arguing when another idea appeared in his mind. "What if I come with you?" Y/N looked at him "You'll be bored." "I won't." "You have exams sunoo.." "I've been studying all week!"
She narrowed her eyes and he pouted, a second later, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against her cheek. That was enough, it always was for months. Y/N rolled her eyes "Fine." Sunoo grinned, neither of them knew how badly this would end.
The restaurant was already busy when they arrived, after greeting everyone, the meeting started immediately. Sunoo sat beside Y/N with his textbooks and iPad open in front of him, at least that was the plan. Instead of studying, he spent most of his time observing the people around the table.
There were three men over 25 for sure, one younger woman and Y/N. Something about that irritated him immediately. The longer he watched, the more annoyed he became, everyone listened when Y/N spoke. They nodded, agreed, asked for her opinion, smiled whenever she talked and worst of all..She smiled back.
Her professional voice was calm and confident, soft but firm. Completely different from the way she spoke to him at home. It took him less than thirty minutes to realize she was leading the entire discussion.
Three hours passed..
Three whole hours and she barely looked at him, at some point, Sunoo left to order another bowl of ice cream. When he returned, he froze. One of the men was holding Y/N's hand, atissue in his other hand. Everyone around the table was laughing and Sunoo immediately walked over.
"What happened?" His voice came out too quiet, nobody heard him, not a single person. He stood there awkwardly while they continued talking. Eventually, he figured out that someone had accidentally spilled coffee and afew drops had landed on Y/N's hand, so one of her coworkers had rushed to help clean it.
Completely innocent, completely harmless and yet Sunoo hated it. He sat down, tried to focus but failed. Five minutes later, he reached beneath the table and grabbed Y/N's hand. She looked at him immediately "What?" "I want to go home." "Then go." His eyebrows shot up "Alone?" "I'll be done in a few minutes."
A few minutes, that wasn't what he wanted, he wanted her attention, not her coworkers. His mood darkened , without realizing it, he began glaring at everyone around the table with his foxy eyes. The tension became so obvious that one of the men finally cleared his throat "Is something wrong?"
Sunoo smiled, not a nice smile at all. "My only problem is that you're keeping my girlfriend busy on her day off." The table went silent..Y/N immediately felt heat rush to her face "Sunoo!" The warning in her voice was clear.. Stop, but he ignored it "Seriously?" Y/N stared at him "Stop being childish!"
The moment those words left her mouth, something snapped inside him. He pushed his chair back and stood "Have fun then." His voice trembled "I already know I'm not your priority!" The table fell completely silent. Before anyone could respond, Sunoo turned and walked away, Y/N immediately stood up.
"Sunoo!" He didn't stop, she quickly apologized to her coworkers. Thankfully, they told her not to worry about it and the meeting was nearly finished anyway, so she grabbed her bag and hurried after him. Even in heels, she practically ran. Sunoo ignored every call of his name, the entire ride home was silent, tantrums weren't new.
Sunoo had always been dramatic, but causing a scene in front of other people? That was new. By the time they reached the apartment, Y/N's patience was hanging by a thread and Sunoo stormed straight to his room. He was halfway through slamming the door when Y/N caught it.
"Seriously, Sunoo?" He dropped into the chair behind his desk, his back facing her, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Looking at the wall like it offended him "Don't 'seriously' me!" His voice shook, Y/N stared at him for a moment then sighed. "Okay." Silence.. "Okay, Kim Sunoo."
Without another word, she stepped out and closed the door behind her, Sunoo's jaw dropped. That wasn't how this was supposed to go, Y/N walked into the kitchen. She hadn't done anything wrong, meeting coworkers wasn't a crime neither was working. Sunoo spent time with his friends all the time, and she never complained.
Of course her attention had been on work during the meeting, that was the whole reason she was there. And honestly? she was tired, tired of explaining everything, tired of losing every argument because he pouted. At some point, he needed to grow up, so she made herself a cup of coffee and left him alone.
Sunoo groaned loudly from his room, hearing the door close behind her only made him more irritated. He knew he was being dramatic, he knew he was acting like a brat, the worst part was that he knew exactly why.. Jealousy, pure jealousy and he hated it.
Hours passed, five, to be exact. Y/N sat at the dining table with her laptop open, finishing work and reviewing notes from the meeting, she even start on some of the next week documents. Eventually, Sunoo's bedroom door opened, slowly, carefully, like a guilty rabbit peeking out of its burrow. He was still wearing the same clothes, his hair was messy from spending the entire day rolling around in bed.
He shuffled toward the dining table before stopping halfway..Y/N was still working. His shoulders slumped. Earlier, he had texted his friends and every single one of them had sided with Y/N. According to them, he was completely wrong, they reminded him that he had chosen to come, he knew it was a work meeting, nobody had forced him. And most importantly, he owed her an apology.
Sunoo hated hearing that, unfortunately, they were right "...Noona!" His voice was tiny "My stomach hurts~" A complete lie, nothing hurt, but usually when he complained about his stomach, Y/N worried immediately,it always get irritated randomly.Not this time though "You know which medicine to take."
She didn't even look up..Sunoo blinked, that wasn't supposed to happen, he shuffled closer. "Noona, I'm really sick!~" Still nothing, he placed a dramatic hand over his stomach "You don't even care if I die?" Silence "...You choose everyone over me." This time Y/N finally sighed tiredly and stood up, walked into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a pill.
Then she placed them in front of him before returning to her laptop. Sunoo stared, defeated, he knew she didn't believe him because she knew him too well. "Don't want it." He pushed the medicine away "It gets stuck in my throat I don't like it!" Like a stubborn toddler refusing vegetables, Y/N didn't even glance up. "Then go back to your room and stop bothering me." That hurt far more than he expected.
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At some point, Y/N had ended up resting her head beside the laptop. She had only wanted to close her eyes for a minute.Instead, she fell asleep. The migraine pounding behind her eyes hadn't eased at all. Her stomach hurt too after spending the entire day surviving on that breakfast and only coffee without eating anything else.
When Sunoo finally left his room again, his eyes immediately landed on her sleeping figure and he stopped. The irritation he had been carrying around all day disappeared almost instantly. Y/N was slumped over the dining table, her laptop still open in front of her. For a moment, he simply stood there watching, then his brows slowly furrowed, she looked exhausted.
Carefully, he stepped closer and lifted the laptop away before she could end up sleeping on top of it. The movement gave him a clearer view of her face and his stomach twisted, she looked pale. Tiny beads of sweat clung to her forehead, even in her sleep, she looked uncomfortable. Sunoo lowered his eyes, the guilt hit him harder than before.
While he had spent hours sulking in his room, whining at his friends, she had been sitting here working nonstop. She hadn't eaten, barely rested, and he had only made her day worse. He shook his head and muttered a curse under his breath before gently touching her shoulder. "Noona.." No response, he tried again "Noona, wake up~" A small groan escaped her lips and Sunoo's chest tightened.
"Come on, noona." his voice softened "Open your eyes for me." Slowly, Y/N stirred awake. The moment she opened her eyes, she immediately squeezed the sides of her head, the pain was still lingering there but better. When her gaze finally landed on Sunoo, she let out a tired sigh and looked away. She wasn't about to forget everything that happened earlier just because she felt tired.
Sunoo noticed immediately, the guilt only grew. As Y/N blinked a few times, she suddenly frowned "Where's my laptop?" "I closed it." Sunoo pointed toward the other side of the table where it sat safely shut. "You were about to sleep on top of it." His voice had become unusually small "You've been asleep."
His eyes lingered on her face "And you're sweating." Another pause "You look really pale.." He crouched down beside her chair, for a moment, he reached out as if he wanted to touch her then stopped halfway, unsure. "Noona..." His voice cracked slightly. "Did you even eat?" Y/N simply stared at him "You look awful."
His lower lip trembled, not because he wanted sympathy, not because he was acting. This time he genuinely felt bad "I'm sorry I was mean earlier." His eyes dropped to the floor. "But please don't make me feel worse by getting yourself sick." Y/N sighed "What do you think, Sunoo?" The question alone made him wince then she tilted her head slightly "Didn't you tell me not to 'seriously' you?"
Sunoo immediately looked ashamed, his gaze dropped to the floor, he couldn't even defend himself..Not this time. "...I'm sorry, noona." Y/N crossed her arms. "For which part?" That question completely caught him off guard and Sunoo fidgeted, his fingers gripped the fabric of his pants nervously, the tips of his ears turned pink.
"For being a childish.." His voice was barely above a whisper "And for annoying you when you were just working and.. being mean afterward." Y/N remained silent, waiting. Sunoo swallowed then continued. "And for making things harder when you were already stressed." He peeked up at her through his lashes long. The fact that he was actually listing his mistakes was almost unbelievable. Usually, admitting one fault was already difficult enough.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. His face buried itself against her stomach, still clingy, even while apologizing "I just don't like sharing you, noona." His voice sounded muffled. "But I know I have to be better." His grip tightened slightly "Please stop looking this tired."
Y/N froze, part of her wanted to wrap her arms around him immediately, the other part reminded her that he still needed to learn his lesson. Sunoo felt the hesitation and immediately his heart clenched. He let out a soft whine before looking up at her with those ridiculous puppy eyes, then buried his face against her again.
Silently begging, trying to melt her resolve, to convince her to forgive him. But Y/N didn't move, not this time. One hug wasn't enough not after the scene he had caused, not after embarrassing her in front of everyone, after pushing her away when she tried talking to him. Sunoo slowly realized that his usual tricks weren't working. A pout wasn't fixing this, neither were puppy eyes.
With a small sigh, he loosened his hold and leaned back enough to look up at her properly.There was something almost desperate in his gaze now "Noona..." His voice softened "How do I make it up to you?" Y/N stared at him for a moment, then simply answered, "I don't know, you tell me."
Sunoo bit his lip, thinking. Normally, a few sad looks would have been enough, not today. His mind raced until an idea appeared. Embarrassing, but worth trying. "Can I hug you properly?" And by that, he meant lying his head on her chest. Y/N raised an eyebrow "And how exactly does that make it up to me?" Immediately, his cheeks turned pink.
He fidgeted under her stare "I just..." His voice became smaller "I just want to sit with you.." He glanced away then quickly added "With you holding me, I promise I'll behave!" Y/N simply stood up.. Instead of answering, and walked toward her bedroom. Sunoo's heart immediately dropped. For a second, he remained frozen in place then hurried after her.
Y/N walked straight into the bathroom connected to her room and turned on the hot water. She tied her hair up while staring at her reflection in the mirror. As expected, Sunoo followed. He stopped near the doorway, watching, waiting, unsure. There was a nervous look in his eyes now. As if he could feel that she still hadn't fully forgiven him.
Sunoo fidgeted where he stood, looking like a lost puppy that had just been scolded and ignored "What are you doing?" he asked "Taking a shower. And maybe afterward we can talk about what happened again. In the meantime, think of a better way to apologize, Sunoo." Y/N disappeared behind the shower curtain.
Sunoo stared at it for a few seconds. A shower then a conversation? Which meant she definitely wasn't letting him off the hook this easily. He ran a hand through his soft hair and started pacing outside the bathroom door. He hated seeing her upset, especially when he was the reason for it. Eventually, an idea formed in his mind.
A stupid one.
But desperate times called for desperate measures. Half an hour later, the water finally stopped running. Inside the bathroom, Y/N finished her usual routine. She dried her hair, applied lotion and body oil, brushed her hair down her back, put on lip balm, and changed into a matching silk set consisting of shorts and a thin-strapped top.
When she finally stepped out, she wondered whether Sunoo had actually come up with something or spent the entire time sulking. He was sitting on the bed side, back stiff and straight, eyes fixed on the bathroom door. Still torn between two options, cry until she hugs me or actually apologize more. The moment he saw her, his breath caught.
Her skin still looked soft from the shower, her hair flowed down her back like silk, that familiar scent immediately filled the room. Without thinking, he jumped to his feet and hurried toward her. Gently, he took one of her hands and placed it against his chest right above his heart.
"It's beating really fast.." His voice was so soft, honest. "Because I'm scared.." His fingers tightened around hers "Scared I messed up too much.." His eyes glistened "okay, I was jealous..I acted childish." Another shakey breath "I'm sorry for making you feel bad when you're always the one taking care of me." His gaze never left hers. "Can I try again? From scratch?" His voice softened further more "As someone who loves noona more than anyone... but knows how to behave mature?.. Please?"
Y/N could practically feel his heartbeat trying to break through his ribs "Should I give you a chance?" Sunoo nodded immediately "Pretty please?" His grip tightened slightly "Give me a chance, noona.." For someone who had spent the afternoon throwing a tantrum, he looked surprisingly desperate now.
Y/N thought for a moment then handed him her hairbrush and sat down, waiting. Sunoo blinked in a 'O' "...You want me to brush it?" His felt almost offended by how honored he sounded and felt. He accepted the brush carefully as if she had handed him something precious. Then he moved behind her.
For a second, he froze, her soft and silky down her back. The first brush stroke was slow, careful, gentle, as though he was handling something fragile. After a few moments, he quietly asked "Do I have to apologize while doing this?" His voice had steadied slightly "Or can I just show it?" Y/N crossed her arms "Both."
Sunoo sighed, of course. Slowly, he continued brushing her hair, careful not to pull too hard. His voice dropped lower, more sincere than before. "I'm really sorry, noona." The brush moved through another section of hair. "I acted like a brat." Another stroke. "I made you feel bad for focusing on your work.."
His shoulders slumped "I don't want to be jealous all the time, I just..get scared." The brush stopped briefly and his voice became smaller "Scared you'll end up liking them more than me, because they're older..more mature, but that's not fair to you.." The brush continued moving again and a faint smile appeared on his lips "Because you always choose me..even when I don't deserve it."
For a moment, he leaned forward and rested his cheek lightly against hers "Can I show you instead?" Y/N closed her eyes and sighed then finally answered "Okay, show me." A small spark of hope appeared in his eyes, Sunoo immediately set the brush down and hurried out of the room.
A few minutes later, sounds came from the kitchen, cabinets opening, water running then silence. Y/N stayed where she was patiently waiting and almost fifteen minutes later, Sunoo returned. This time carrying a tray his hands were hidden behind it, his expression nervous, hopeful.
"Noona..." Carefully, he lowered the tray "I made you something." On it sat two slices of buttered toast slightly uneven, a strawberry cut in half and arranged into the shape of a heart on top of a jam , beside it was a warm glass of milk mixed with honey properly stirred. Because he remembered how much she hated finding clumps at the bottom.
"I made it myself." His voice sounded almost shy "And I washed my hands first." Y/N couldn't help staring "I know you didn't eat today.." Sunoo scratched the back of his neck "So I wanted to take care of noona instead." Then, almost dramatically, he knelt beside her, holding the tray like some royal offering. For the first time since the argument, Y/N actually laughed.
A real laugh.
"It's obvious you made it yourself." Sunoo immediately puffed his cheeks "Hey!" His ears turned pink "The toast didn't even burn this time!" Y/N laughed again and said "And take care of me?" "Yes.." He straightened proudly then immediately lost that confidence "Well..I'm trying." He carefully placed the tray on her lap before sitting beside her, fidgeting nervously.
"I practiced last week when you weren't home." Y/N looked at him "You what?" "I bought a mini toaster!" His voice became quieter and his gaze dropped "Watched videos, wrote down instructions, because I want to take care of noona too." A shy smile appeared then he added "I want to be cute..and useful, not just a baby who cries for attention."
Y/N raised an eyebrow, someone had definitely been talking to his friends for advices "So?" Sunoo looked up hopefully "Did I pass?" "Not before tasting it." Instead of feeding herself, Y/N folded her arms and waited. Immediately understanding what she meant, Sunoo picked up one piece of toast.
His heart started racing all over again "Say ahh!." Y/N did without breaking eye contact. Sunoo almost forgot how to breathe, he watched her take a bite then waited, and waited "Well?" "I can't judge from one bite." Sunoo groaned dramatically then fed her another "Now?" "What about you trying it first?" Before he could react, Y/N caught his wrist and guided the toast toward his own mouth.
His eyes widened, but he obediently took a bite, chewed, swallowed "It's good." "Really?" Y/N tilted her head "Because I think it's missing a little sweetness." Sunoo immediately looked offended then froze.. Wait, sweetness? before he could ask what she meant. Y/N reached forward, asmall amount of strawberry topping brushed against his lips.
The next moment, she leaned closer. When she finally pulled back, Sunoo remained completely frozen, speechless, his brain had stopped functioning. "Oh.." Y/N sat back licking her own lips, looking entirely too pleased with herself "You were right." A small smile appeared "It's good, sweet too."
Sunoo blinked, once, twice, then stared at her in complete disbelief "..Noona?" "Hmm? I think I rate it 11/10, satisfied? " She smiled, his entire face turned red as Y/N set the tray aside and looked at him again. "That doesn't mean I've forgiven you yet by the way." The color immediately drained from his face, and just like that, all his confidence disappeared again.
Sunoo thought the toast, the apology, and even that almost-kiss would have been enough to earn her forgiveness. Apparently not,she was still holding back. He looked up at her with wide eyes, those sharp yet doe-like eyes that somehow always managed to work their magic. His lower lip trembled slightly.
"B-but..I did everything right! I cooked, I apologized and I didn't even cry!" His voice cracked and sounded genuinely offended by his own effort not being excepted. "I tried so hard for you, noona!" Before she could answer, he lunged forward and buried his face against her shoulder, immediately activating full clingy mode again.
"Don't say things like '11 out of 10' and then tell me I'm not forgiven.. That's mean~ " His voice came out muffled against her top and tightened his arms around her "How much more do I have to do? Just tell me..please~ " This time, Y/n actually wrapped her arms around him, she felt him immediately relax "I know you tried." She gently pulled him back enough to see his face "And I appreciate that."
Her fingers brushed his hair away from his forehead "In fact, I'm amazed you admitted you were wrong in the first place.." Sunoo blinked, that alone felt like praise "But that's only for now." She continued calmly "Because I gave you the silent treatment." His expression immediately soured and his lips pouted "I want you to try harder."
Y/n held his gaze "I want you to be this understanding all the time, not only when you're trying to win my attention back." Then she tilted her head slightly the exact same way he was tilting his to look up at her "Sunoo.." His heartbeat instantly sped up "No one will ever have my attention the way you do, no one. Not even my closest friends."
The words hit him harder than any lecture could "You will always be my priority." Your expression softened "And I don't want you doubting that and acting insecure because of it." For a second, Sunoo simply stared, then all at once, he threw his arms around you again, tighter this time. As if he wanted to disappear into your embrace completely.
"Hmm?" You let him cling and he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck and took a shaky breath. Your familiar scent instantly calmed him, he knew he still had things to explain, but right now, he just wanted to stay here..For a little longer.
Finally, his voice emerged, quiet and uncertain "Can you promise me something too, noona?" "Yeah?" He pulled back just enough to look at you, those hazel eyes again, always those eyes, bright, earnest and angerously persuasive "Can you promise not to ignore me again if I mess up?"
His grip tightened slightly "No more silent treatment.." The vulnerability in his voice was impossible to miss "I can handle anything else..but not that." His gaze dropped briefly "Not when I crave your attention more than anything!" You stared at him for a long moment. Of course he knew exactly how to get to you, he always did.
Eventually, you sighed "I promise I'll try." His face brightened instantly "But your attitude isn't helping." The smile vanished just as quickly as she raised an eyebrow "What was it again? your stomach hurts?" Sunoo visibly deflated, he knew exactly where this was going "Yeah..." The answer came out weak, embarrassed almost whiny.
"It hurts..!" That was enough and you laughed, a real laugh. Because somehow he was still trying to commit to the lie "Oh really?" You folded your arms "Then why didn't you take the pill I gave you?" The moment the words left your mouth, his entire face turned red. He fidgeted against your shoulder, trying-and failing-to look innocent.
"I didn't want it~ " A pout immediately appeared "It was a white lie, okay?" "Is that so?" Y/n pulled away slightly and crawled farther onto the bed since they had been sitting on the edge. Sunoo's heart skipped a beat as she put distance between them. His big, mischievous eyes followed her warily as she moved up the bed, making him instantly feel abandoned and clingy. He couldn't stand being so far away from her. His pout deepened, and he groaned "Noona, don't leave me~ "
He started to scoot closer, still desperate to hold onto her. The moment he got beside her, she pushed him flat onto the bed and straddled him, grabbing both of his hands and putting them up into his now messy hair "You know what annoying liars get?"
Sunoo's eyes widened in surprise. He was utterly speechless for a moment, looking up at her with a mix of shock and something else, something a bit more intense. His wrists tensed against her grip, but he didn't struggle. He knew he was at her mercy now. He swallowed hard as she spoke again, trying to keep his voice steady while fighting the urge to squirm. He shook his head, voice small and sheepish.
"W-what?" "Punishment. And you absolutely deserve one for being a stubborn brat and also a bad liar." She dragged her weight down until her face was level with his waist. His shirt was already messed up, showing his stomach and the line of his boxers under his pants. She stared at his stomach for a second, then back at his eyes.
His cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she shifted. He could feel her breath ghosting over his bare skin, making him shiver slightly. He watched her stare at his exposed skin, feeling incredibly vulnerable under her gaze. His voice came out as a shaky whimper, his wrists straining against her grip. He was almost pleading again, his words a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.
"W-what kind of punishment?" "Oh, you're about to find out!" She leaned closer above his stomach and placed some very light kisses there. His breath hitched as soon as her lips touched him. It was just a gentle, teasing brush of skin, but it was enough to send a shiver running through him. He squirmed involuntarily, his wrists straining against her grip again as the soft, fluttery sensation overwhelmed him.
A small gasp escaped his lips, and it took all his willpower not to let out any embarrassing noises. His voice came out in a trembling whisper. "N-noona, w-wait." "First, don't dare to move your hands or let them down when I free them." She said, then let go of his hands and dragged hers all the way from his arms, shoulders, chest, and down to his stomach and abs.
"Second, the more you tell me to stop or slow down, the harder I'll be on you." She kissed his skin again but made sure to leave some vivid marks this time as she bit and sucked. "Third, you're not allowed to make any noises. I don't even want to hear your breath." She stared back up at him. "Finally, I'll give you a chance to have a safe word. So choose one, and it will be the only thing you can say. You can only use it one time, so be wise. Choose."
He was slightly shaking, full body shivers as she laid down the rules one by one. Each word made his pulse spike higher, his skin buzzing with a mix of fear, anticipation, and pure thrill. He could feel every inch of himself reacting to her demand. When she let go of his hands, he immediately curled his fingers into fists and pressed them back against the pillow above him exactly as told.
He was barely breathing now. His chest rose fast with every shallow breath, but he tried to stifle it. "Mochi," he whispered hoarsely. "My safe word is mochi!" A quiet whimper slipped out before he could stop it. His trembling lips parted, eyes wide like a baby deer caught in headlights, completely hers. It made her chuckle as she nodded.
"Do I need to repeat anything?" He froze, completely flustered, at her chuckle. He knew she saw right through him. Mochi? Really? Such a soft, clingy choice. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, trying to reset. When he opened them again, they were glassy, his cheeks flushed deep pink.
"No, noona," he whispered, voice quiet but sincere. "I remember everything. Don't move hands, no sounds, the more I beg, the worse it gets." A small shiver ran down his spine as he said it out loud "And only one safe word. I won't waste it." "Good, darling.. Now we start."
She said, then shifted up to his face level and immediately caught his lips with hers, licking and sucking on them. It had been hours since that stupid fight, and they had barely kissed or even talked properly, so she was eager after holding herself back every time he tried to lure her into forgiving him. Now that she had the chance, she wasn't going to waste it.
His entire body went rigid the second her lips crashed against his. He hadn't been expecting it, no warning, no teasing buildup, just her, finally giving in after hours of tension, silence, and longing.
He whimpered into the kiss, a soft helpless sound, before remembering the rules. He quickly bit down on his lip once she pulled back slightly. His hands stayed tangled in the pillow like anchors, fists clenched tight to keep from reaching for her. His breath came in short hitches through his nose, face burning, lips tingling.
When she pulled back fully to look at him, eyes dark with want, he just stared. Dazed, even kiss drunk, completely undone and still so desperately trying to behave. A tiny nod. Behave, he echoed silently with a trembling mouth, too afraid to speak but screaming it inside. I'm yours. Always.
She stared at him, and the look on his face made her decide to ignore this slip for once. She got back to work, not just kissing but eating his lips if possible. Drool slipped down to his chin, but she very unashamedly dragged her tongue chasing it and licked it all down to his Adam's apple and back up to his lips, swollen and plump.
Sunoo's eyes fluttered shut as she continued, completely overcome by the intensity. The kiss was so deep, so desperate, her tongue making him feel dizzy from the sensation. Just when he was starting to feel confident in his ability to hold back, she went down to his neck. The first touch of her tongue left a trail of fire right to his core. He shivered underneath her, trying to bite back a pitiful whine, lips trembling uncontrollably "Noona!"
"Tsk.." She backed up immediately, taking her lips off him, and stared at him. She thought he remembered the rules. "Mistake one. No more kisses on the lips." She said. He needed to know that there would be consequences every time he broke a rule. His breath hitched, chest rising fast, panicked. His lips were still buzzing, wet and swollen from hers, but now they were forbidden.
He whimpered silently, eyes wide with regret and shock. He hadn't meant to break the rules. He just couldn't help it when she tasted him like that. Everything inside him short circuited. But Y/n was serious, dead serious, and so he nodded fast, fingers still locked above his head, lips pressed into a tight line like he was sealing them shut.
"Sorry." He tried to whisper but caught himself before the word fully escaped. So instead, he just lowered his eyes, lashes tickling his flushed cheeks. A good boy trying so hard not to ruin this again. The silence thickened. The punishment for breaking a rule? No more lips, which hurt more than either of them expected.
He just lay beneath her, totally quiet now, unlike his heart which was pounding loud and hard, waiting for what was coming next. Y/n leaned closer to his lips but kissed their corner instead. They just said no lips anymore. She felt his breath sharp on her cheek, so she looked up and saw the way he looked at her with his eyebrows arching and forehead exposed. Too pretty to be real, too pretty to be punished, but it was a must, and she wasn't backing down now. Instead, she leaned further and kissed gently between his eyebrows on that mole, on that one on his nose bridge, and also the one on his right cheek.
"So pretty. Only I get to do you like this, right?" Sunoo's breath stuttered when she kissed the corner of his lips, so close yet not enough, and then all those spots on his face. It made his chest ache in the sweetest, most painful way. He didn't expect it to make him emotional, but it did.
A tiny shiver ran through him as her lips brushed those spots, her words curling around his heart like silk. His eyelashes fluttered shut, and his throat tightened. Even though he wasn't allowed to speak, even though he couldn't beg or whisper or moan, his body answered for him.
The way his chest rose faster, the way his fingers trembled above him, the wet shimmer at the corners of his eyes, all saying yes, only you, always only you. He slowly nodded once, eyes still closed, cheeks flushed deep pink, as if sealing a sacred vow without words. I'm yours, that nod said. All messy and broken and beautiful, just for noona.
Now she already felt bad for making him go through this. She dragged a hand down his neck to his chest and stopped right on his heart, soothing there for a moment before leaning down to kiss there. A soft kiss that lasted for a long second before she pulled back and patted it. Even her own heart was about to burst now at the scene and the feeling.
Sunoo's entire body softened the moment she did that, like she wasn't just touching him but holding it. He couldn't stop the quiet tremble that ran through him.
His lashes fluttered as she pulled away, his eyes still closed for a second longer, savoring the echo of her lips on his chest. He didn't move, didn't speak. He just lay there, breath uneven, heart racing under her palm, feeling every beat scream noona, noona, noona.
When he finally opened his eyes, they were glassy. Not crying, but close. Like love had pooled so deep in them that it turned into water. He slowly lifted one shaky hand from his pillow, took her hand resting on his chest, and pressed it harder over his heartbeat. As if to say, I'm real. I'm here. And I'm all yours, even when I'm being punished. I still need you more than my own breath.
He broke another rule by moving his hand, but the purpose made her think of letting it slip. So she just gently reminded him by holding it and pinning it back up, then leaned back straight up to take his shirt off. His breath hitched at the movement, a little breathless whimper escaping before he could stop it. But he quickly pressed his lips shut again, swallowing the sound. He knew better than to make more noise when he had just broken another rule.
His heart was racing now, pounding fast as a drum, almost as fast as the flush spreading from his neck all the way to his cheeks.He slowly lifted his arms for her, letting her gently pull his shirt up. She stopped at his wrists and wrapped it around like a tie. He shook his head after to move his hair off his face, so she did it for him, looked around, and found her hair clip on the nightstand.
She used it. Now his skin was exposed like that. She leaned to his neck first, spreading soft kisses all around. She couldn't make visible marks because he had school the next day, being in his first year. She went with the soft kisses down his chest, and when she got to his barely visible abs, she started biting. His stomach shouldn't be visible, so she could go as crazy as she wanted, and she didn't hesitate.
He shivered at the first touch of her lips on his neck, goosebumps spreading all over his skin. He loved her mouth there, loved the feel of her pressing against such sensitive skin. He tried his best to stay completely still as she kissed the mole between his neck and shoulder, trying to keep his breathing steady. But when she started down his chest, his eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.
Then, the moment she reached his abs, biting softly at the skin, he let out a soft gasp that turned into a quiet moan "Noona~" Immediately she stopped the kisses, bites and instead let her tongue swirl around his muscles and down to the visible hem of his boxers under his pants. Then she just stopped. That moan and noona twisted something in her too, but this wasn't about her now. This was about punishing him.
He dared to whine in disappointment the moment she pulled back, but it was quickly replaced by a trembling shiver as she started tracing circles with her tongue, going so low he could feel her breath on his skin, sending fire down his spine. Then she stopped, and an actual moan of frustration escaped him before he could stop it. His hips jerked automatically up off the bed, seeking more, only to be met with emptiness.
"Noona, please~ " he panted, desperate. "What happened to the rules? Thought you were a good boy, Sunoo?" She said as she tucked her fingers under the hem of both his underwear and pants. His breath caught in his throat as she did that, fingers cool against his fever hot skin. He froze, eyes wide and suddenly glossy with panic, regret, and something deeper, need.
He hadn't meant to break the rules. He just couldn't help it when she drove him this far "I am a good boy," he whimpered, voice trembling like a leaf. "But noona, you're making it so hard to- ah!" His back arched slightly as her fingers dipped lower and accidentally touched his bulge. A quiet sob escaped before he clamped both lips shut again, eyes squeezed tight, fists still knotted above his hair like anchors to keep him from reaching for her.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The chant ran through his mind over and over. But deep down, he didn't want her to stop. Even if he was being punished, being hers like this, broken, blushing, breathless, was exactly where he wanted to be. Seeing the struggle, Y/n nodded and soothed his stomach skin softly with her hand.
"Be a good boy and try harder for me, Sunoo." She said. "Don't force me to be harsh on you." She said again before tapping on his hip "Up." Then she dragged his clothes down as she moved her weight off to take them down to his covered ankle with a pair of white socks.
He shivered, trying so hard, but his body was a trembling mess. Her touch, soft against his skin, was making everything worse. He was completely stripped now, all pale skin and lean muscles in the soft lamplight. He just lay there, breath coming in short gasps, skin burning under her gaze.
"Now, you really need to be careful, hmm?" She said as she wrapped a hand around his throbbing length, already twitching and slippery with precum. Heavy, too warm and swollen. This was going to be so hard for both of them, she could see.
His head tipped back, and he gasped the moment she touched him. Every single muscle in his body clenched tight. It took every ounce of willpower not to arch right up into her hand. He was already so sensitive, and she was barely even touching. But just her voice, the feel of her eyes on him, and all the tension from the last hours was enough to drive him insane. He could almost feel her hand on him even before she wrapped it around.
He could already tell it was going to be a hard night. And it was all he could do to hold back his desperate need to grab her, to pull her to him, to take her right there. "You know," she said as she stroked slowly up and down, avoiding the tip because she didn't want him to release in less than a second, "I didn't really like how you told me you wanted us to leave in front of my coworkers."
Knowing he wouldn't speak, she continued. His breath came in short, shaky bursts as her hand moved slowly up and down, so slow it was almost cruel. He could feel every nerve screaming for more, but she was denying him everything, just like how he had denied her peace earlier. Her words hit him deep.
The memory flashed back, him pouting in front of her coworkers, saying "we should go" with a whine in his voice while they were just doing their jobs. He hadn't meant to embarrass her, but now, now he understood. He had been childish and selfish, and this was payback.
His eyes squeezed shut again, long lashes fluttering, as her thumb skimmed near the tip, spreading the slickness without touching it directly. A soft whimper slipped out before he caught himself. His hips twitched slightly, not from pleasure only, but from guilt mixing with desire until he didn't know which one burned hotter.
He couldn't speak, but if he could, it would have been I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Just don't stop. Please! He was biting his lips so hard she could imagine it also hurt and might bleed, but he knew better than to hurt himself. She kept that hand stroking and used the other to hold his balls and squeeze them gently.
The whole purpose of this was a too much to take of pleasure, not pain at all. Everything was done softly and gently but also overwhelming. She would have talked him through it if she wasn't having her own type of pleasure too just by driving him insane this way. "Hmm, and what did you do then? Walked away in front of them and forced me to run after you in my heels?"
At that, she squeezed slightly harder but stopped moving the other hand. Sunoo's body seized at the new pressure, her fingers gently squeezing his balls, just enough to make him whimper silently behind clenched teeth. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, not from pain, but from sensation so intense it blurred the line between pleasure and torment.
He remembered. The way he had stormed off, pouting like a child when she still had work to finish. The way he didn't look back and the audacity of expecting her to follow. And now, now he was flat on his back, completely exposed, being reminded in the softest but cruelest way that he doesn't get to run and expect noona to chase without consequences. Shame crashed into arousal so hard he shuddered from head to toe.
His hips twitched again, not trying to escape this time, but begging without permission. Pleading through silence and eyes. His lips were red and raw from biting them, lungs burning for air, and tongue too heavy in his mouth. All he could do was lie there and take it and learn. Thinking about some 'I won't ever walk away again. I'll wait forever if I have to. Just don't stop touching me like this.'
"Then what did you do? Slammed the door on me and pushed me away for trying to talk to you, even though you were just acting like a brat who never got tamed, huh?" Now she took it too far by holding it tight instead of just lightly squeezing and moving faster around his whole length, tightening her grip whenever it reached the tip.
Sunoo's heart was pounding so impossibly hard, he was surprised it didn't burst from his chest. He wanted to cry, not from shame or pain, but from the sheer intensity of it all. His mind was blank, overwhelmed by the way she kept him on the edge, taking him right to the brink then backing off, teasing him until he thought he might actually die without release. And all he could do was stay completely still, trembling from head to toe when she squeezed even tighter and moved faster.
A tiny, desperate whine escaped him before he could stop it. He didn't even know who he was at this point. She knew he wouldn't be able to hold any noises, and considering that it was his first time ever being punished this way, she thought of not torturing him more and just let him be as vocal as he could. She kept stroking at a fast rhythm and tight grip all the way, the wet and sloppy sounds filling the room but not louder than his breath. She was surprised he hadn't used his safe word yet.
Sunoo's entire body was trembling, muscles taut, his breathing coming in shallow gasps. She knew just how long he was able to last, knew exactly what his limits were, and he was so unbelievably close to breaking. He couldn't bring himself to use the safe word when he wanted to be good for her so badly. She was taking care of him, and he could tell she just wanted him to learn, to make up for acting like a brat. And he would be damned if he let a moment of selfishness make him disappoint her more.
But she wanted to hear him use it, to make him break completely, so she focused the movement on the tip only as she let her weight rest on his thighs so he couldn't move away no matter what. His breath came in sharp, panicked gasps as she trapped him completely, no escape, no mercy. And then suddenly, it wasn't the full stroke anymore. It was just the tip, her hand slick and teasing, circling only the most sensitive part of him over and over, light and fast like feathers dipped in fire.
A broken sob escaped his lips. His back arched off the bed despite being pinned down, fingers still knotted tightly above his hair, hips jerking instinctively upward but going nowhere.
"No!- noona~ please!" he whimpered, voice cracking like glass. "I can't- I can't hold!" Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, the kind that came when pleasure became too deep to contain. He was shaking all over, breath coming faster than he could control. Unexpectedly, through trembling lips, soaked with tears and desperate need, something escaped his lips.
"M-mochi!" he whispered it like a prayer. "Mochi, mochi, please, I give up! I surrender, I'm yours, I'm s-so sorry!~ " Sobs wracked through him as he finally said it, the safe word breaking free on repeat, broken into pieces by how much he loved her. She didn't fully stop but got so slow, having all his mess in her hand because neither of them would have the energy to change the sheets after.
The moment he broke that way with tears finally streaming down the sides of his face, she could feel her own core dripping and making her own panty uncomfortable against her heated skin. She sighed deeply as if she was in his position, and as his body was still shaking, she leaned to the tissue box on the nightstand and grabbed a bunch of them to clean the mess, starting with her own hands because she knew if she touched him again, he would burst again. He was too sensitive at the moment and probably forgot his own name.
"Hush, it's okay, darling." He lay there , sobbing, gasping for breath as she cleaned the mess on his stomach and thighs. He couldn't even speak. The tears kept coming, the sobs refusing to subside. He had never cried from pleasure like that before, not like the world had shattered. Like something primal inside him had finally been unlocked.
He whimpered softly at the sound of her voice, the tender way she called darling, unlike her usual strict and cold tone. He turned his head to look up at her as he gulped, eyes wet, cheeks red, voice barely a whisper. "Y-Y/n~"
"Hmm, yes, sweetheart?" She tossed the tissues away and leaned closer, on top of him but careful not to touch him down there. Now her face was inches away from his. His breath hitched, her face so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. So close, yet still denied.
His wide, glassy eyes searched hers, still trembling from head to toe, body hypersensitive, every nerve screaming at the slightest shift in air. He wanted to touch her, cradle her face, kiss her until neither of them remembered their names. But he didn't move, too afraid, too wrecked, too hers.
"I love you," he whispered, voice broken and raw. "So much. I'm sorry I made you chase me..I'm sorry for it all, I'll wait forever next time, please!..Can I kiss you now?" She chuckled and nodded, knowing him so well. He would definitely make a mistake one day just to get punished like this again. Yet she nodded. "We can kiss, and you can even move your hands now. It's all done."
She let him know. "Just give me one minute, I promise, hmm?" Sunoo's heart skipped a beat as she gave in, as she finally told him he could move. His breath was still coming in sharp, rapid pants, shaking with need and relief, but even more so, love. He just nodded silently, wrecked, eyes, glossy and wet still watching her. He would have agreed to anything in that moment.
"Yes, okay, I'll wait, whatever you want, just please." A breathless beat, and then "I'm all yours!" She grabbed a pack of wet wipes from her vanity and threw it to him. "I will use the bathroom. Use it if it's not too sensitive yet." He caught the pack she tossed and immediately set to work, grateful that he could at least move his hands with her permission. He was still incredibly sensitive, and the act of cleaning up felt torturous, but he did it quickly, too desperate to have her next to him again.
Y/n went to the bathroom as she said. She had to clean herself because her shorts were definitely soaked now. She washed her hands too and changed into another pair of shorts, then got back to him. He was wearing his pants and staring at the ceiling. Lashes still damp and lips swollen and plump.
"Still alive?" He was looking up at the ceiling like he was about to have an out of body experience, still breathing hard, a mess. But he was definitely alive and waiting. She switched the lights to the dim ones and opened the air conditioner to cool the air as she crawled back. He didn't even let her lie down fully before he was clinging to her, wrapping himself around her body like a koala finally finding home.
His skin was still warm, slightly damp, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to be pressed against her, face half buried in the crook of her neck. He nuzzled into her warmth with a tiny whimper. "Smell so good, noona," he mumbled, voice hoarse and sleepy sweet. "Don't ever ignore me again, please?"
His arms tightened around her waist, legs tangling with hers, completely possessive again now that the storm had passed. Even after being punished, broken, and brought to tears, he still acted like she was the one who belonged to him. "Can I stay like this forever?" he whispered, already half dreaming with ecstasy. "Just holding you?"
"Of course we can, Sunoo. Thought you wanted to kiss me, though." She said with a chuckle. He had literally begged for a kiss five minutes ago. His eyes snapped open at her words, drowsy, still heavy from everything, but suddenly very much awake at the tease. "I do!" he squeaked, instantly lifting his head off her shoulder, cheeks pink all over again. "I definitely want to kiss you, like, a lot, right now."
He didn't wait for permission this time. He just leaned in fast, lips brushing hers with that same desperate softness as before. Sweet, clumsy, and needy. A little whimper escaped him mid kiss, like he had been starving and was finally allowed to eat. When he pulled back an inch, just enough to breathe, he gave her the most pitifully adorable look.
"Was I good?" he whispered, batting those long lashes, voice all innocence now that he was warm, full of cuddles, and completely hers again. She patted his messy hair and nodded with a lazy smile. "Too good. I'm actually surprised. If we don't mention the times you broke the rules, you were too good."
She kissed him back, lazy, slow, soft, and intimate, feeling his warm skin warm her up too. She let a moan out this time, knowing this wasn't going to go further than just kisses and cuddles. Sunoo melted into the kiss like warm honey, slow, deep, and completely sappy. Her moan vibrated against his lips, and he whimpered into it, pulling her impossibly closer like he was trying to crawl inside her skin.
"I'm good," he mumbled between soft pecks. "I'm yours. That's all that matters to me." He nuzzled back into her neck after, breath warm against her collarbone as he tucked himself around her again, shirtless chest rising and falling in slow rhythm with hers. A tiny giggle escaped him. "Besides, I only broke the rules because I wanted you to keep touching me."
Then, realizing what he had just admitted, his eyes went wide. "Ah, must have been the wind!" He buried his face in her shoulder instantly. "I didn't say that.. Punish me again if you want!" He whined, voice deeper but muffled by fabric and shame and zero regret.
"You wish. I'm going to change tactics now that I know you enjoyed this one much more than you should." She said but hugged him tighter. "Felt like I was punishing myself, not you." She whispered against his warm skin. He let out a tiny huff, half pout, half purr, as she hugged him tighter. Her whisper against his skin made him shiver all over again.
"You were punishing yourself," he mumbled into her neck, lips brushing softly with every word. "I saw how wet you were, how much you struggled." He tilted his head just enough to peek up at her with those big, almost innocent eyes, too sharp for someone who looked this drowsy and cuddly. "So maybe we both needed it?"
He said with a giggle. A beat of silence, then a small, cheeky grin. "Next time, I'll be worse on purpose." "Next time, huh?" She scoffed a chuckle. "If you noticed how wet I was, why didn't you do anything about it?" His cheeks were still flushed. He couldn't help it, even when he was in a bratty mood.
"Because I was being obedient. I did my best," he whimpered, giving her big, watery eyes. "But you were cruel, my poor noona." He shifted a little more onto his back under the covers, pulling her closer, letting her fall on top of him. Like this, he could wrap his arms around her completely. "You were supposed to reward me or something."
"Since when do people get rewards after being punished? Especially spoiled ones?" She stared at him with a lazy smile and eyes about to shut. She didn't even know how he still had energy to chat. "Next time, you won't get to have a safe word then. I get to decide if I should have mercy on you or not. Spoiler alert, probably not."
He blinked slowly, dazed, tired, but his ears perked at her words like an excited puppy hearing its name. "No safe word?" he whispered, voice soft and dreamy. "But then I would really have to behave." A tiny pause, then a slow, sleepy grin spread across his face, cheeky even in exhaustion. "Or be extra bad on purpose."
He snuggled deeper into her neck, breath warm and lazy. "If you won't let me say mochi, then I'll just cry until you stop, or beg so much you get tired of me." He laughed, his body shaking under hers as his arms tightened around her, possessive, clingy, smug. "You can't win, noona. I'll always make you have mercy on me."
"You're right. And I hate that you're aware of it." She laughed too and pinched his arm. "Now stop squirming around like a snake and let's sleep. You might need to make that strawberry toast for tomorrow's breakfast again, so save some energy for it." She said with closed eyes and her head buried under his chin, being the smaller after all was a win.
He gasped in faux offense, or actual offense, at her pinching, but the pout instantly melted away into a smile when she nestled against his chin like that. He hummed in contentment, still refusing to let go, but he had finally settled in comfortably, and the thought of making strawberry toast again actually made him sleepy.
When he spoke again, his voice was deep, sleepy, and muffled under her hair. "Okay, I'll sleep," he mumbled, nuzzling her head under his chin. "I'll make strawberry toast. I promise." "You have to." she whispered, barely awake, even though she knew he wasn't going to sleep immediately. Maybe in thirty minutes or so. He always had energy for nothing.
Sunoo buried a smile in her hair, a little giddy at how quickly she had gone from authoritative to sleepy, but still so demanding. It was adorable how she still wanted to make sure he would make breakfast tomorrow. And she was right about the sleep part. He probably would toss and turn for a good fifteen to twenty minutes just thinking about this, even though he was completely exhausted.
When she actually started snoring softly, deep in sleep, he slightly moved and stumbled to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and chugged a whole bottle of water after a small version of his skin care routine before sneaking under the blanket again beside her, too ready to drift into sleep after setting an alarm on his phone just to make sure to have her breakfast ready when she woke up.
The last thing he did was press a lot of kisses to her face and bare shoulders, then hold her closer and give in to sleepiness. Knowing that if his friends, Jungwon and Sunghoon specially, found out, they would definitely tease him but still be very proud.
Summary: A thirty-five-year-old lawyer’s steady world is turned upside down when Bang Chan takes a genuine interest in her
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2.3k
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Chapter Two
You’re thirty five, which isn’t old, but it does mean you’ve lived enough life to recognize patterns.
One of them is when a room full of men in their twenties looks at you like you’re the only steady thing in a building full of glass, you have to be careful. Not because they’re dangerous, but because they’re earnest in ways that can still knock you off balance.
You learn that the hard way on a Tuesday.
The conference room is all clean lines and expensive water. There’s a screen on the wall with the festival deck pulled up, and your laptop is open to the contract draft you spent last night redlining. You’re in-house counsel for a company that owns a few major music festivals across Asia and the US, and right now you’re the person who makes dreams fit inside clauses.
You’re also the person who doesn’t get starstruck.
Usually.
The door opens and the team comes in like a tide. Managers, coordinators, a translator who looks like she’s already tired, and then them.
Stray Kids.
It’s not that you don’t know who they are. You’re not living under a rock. Your younger associate keeps a Felix photo card in her phone case like it’s a holy relic. You’ve heard their songs in grocery stores. You’ve seen the way the internet talks about them like they’re mythological creatures.
But in real life they’re just… young. Bright-eyed in that way people get when they’ve been successful since they were barely adults, moving like they’re used to being watched.
You do what you always do.
You catalogue.
One, two, three, four. A quick scan, not unkind, just automatic. The way you assess a negotiating table. The way you assess risk.
They’re all kids, your brain decides with the cold confidence of experience.
Then Bang Chan looks at you.
Not at the room. Not at the screen. At you.
It’s a steady look, the kind that doesn’t dart away when it gets caught. It’s not cocky either. It’s interested, like he’s taking notes in his head.
You’ve dealt with CEOs who can’t hold eye contact and billionaires who talk over you. A man in his twenties shouldn’t be able to rattle you with a glance.
And yet.
You keep your face neutral. You tap your pen once against the paper in front of you.
“Hi,” you say, calm and professional. “I’m the legal lead for the festival side. We’ll walk through the terms, make sure everyone’s aligned, and then we can talk about any points you want to adjust.”
The translator repeats it. There’s polite nodding. Chairs scrape. Laptops open.
Chan sits across from you, a little angled, like he wants a clear line of sight. He rests his forearms on the table, hands loosely clasped. He’s built, you clock that immediately, shoulders broad under a plain black tee. Not trying to show off. Just existing.
One of his members leans in to whisper something and Chan answers softly, eyes still flicking back to you like he can’t help it.
You tell yourself it’s nothing.
You’ve seen men do this in boardrooms. It’s a dominance thing sometimes. A flirtation thing sometimes.
This isn’t that.
This is… curiosity. Warmth. A kind of intent that makes your stomach do something annoying.
You talk them through the performance window, the cancellation terms, the exclusivity radius, the marketing approvals. You’re direct but fair. You make it clear where you can flex and where you can’t.
They push back on a couple of clauses, as expected. Their team asks for adjustments. You grant two, refuse one, and offer an alternative that’s better for everyone. You’re used to people being surprised when you don’t fold. You’re used to being called “tough” like it’s a personality flaw.
Chan watches you like it’s the best show he’s seen all week.
At one point, you say, “I’m not trying to be difficult. I’m trying to be precise. Precision protects everyone.”
There’s a small pause as the translator speaks.
Chan nods once. “That makes sense,” he says in English, clear and low. “I like how you explain things.”
It’s a normal sentence. It shouldn’t feel like anything.
It does.
Your assistant slides you a note that says, he’s so cute lol and you almost snort.
Cute is not what your brain wants to label him as.
You close the meeting cleanly, everyone cordial and satisfied enough to move forward. Their team files out first with the practiced speed of people on a schedule.
You stay behind to pack up, because you always stay behind. It’s how you make sure nothing gets left behind, not even the vibe of a room.
You’re zipping your laptop case when you notice he hasn’t gone.
Chan’s by the door, one hand on the handle, like he paused mid-exit and forgot why he was moving in the first place. He looks at you, then glances away like he’s debating with himself.
Then he commits.
“Can I ask you something?” he says.
It’s casual. Polite. But there’s a nervous energy under it that makes him look even younger, which is unfortunate for him and for your self-control.
You tilt your head. “Is this contract-related?”
His mouth twitches. “Not… really.”
You should shut it down. You know that. You’ve got boundaries like steel. You’ve built them for a reason.
But he’s standing there, eyes honest, posture respectful, not crowding you. He isn’t acting entitled. He’s asking.
So you give him one inch. Carefully.
“Okay,” you say. “One question.”
He exhales like you just granted him asylum. “How old are you?”
You blink. You shouldn’t be amused.
You are.
“That’s an HR nightmare of a question,” you tell him, dry.
He winces. “Yeah. Sorry. I just. You don’t have to answer.”
You hold his gaze for a beat, then you decide it’s fine. You’re not his employee. He’s not yours. You’re both adults. Technically.
“Thirty five,” you say.
His eyebrows lift, not in shock, more like satisfaction, like his brain just clicked a puzzle piece into place. “Okay.”
“Okay?” you repeat.
He scratches the back of his neck. “I thought so.”
You laugh, short. “You thought so?”
He shrugs, pretending he’s casual and failing. “You’ve got… energy. Like you know what you’re doing.”
“I do know what I’m doing,” you say, and your tone is light but it’s also a line in the sand.
His gaze drops, respectful, then comes back up. “Right. Sorry. I just meant it’s attractive.”
There it is.
Blunt. Not crude. Not smooth either. Just honest.
You’ve had men say that to you like they’re doing you a favor. You’ve had men say it with a smirk, like the compliment is a hook.
Chan says it like he’s stating the weather, like it’s simply true in his world and he doesn’t know what to do with it.
It’s disarming.
It’s also ridiculous, because he’s twenty something and you are not about to become a headline.
You pick up your bag. “You’re very sweet.”
His face falls a fraction, like you patted him on the head.
You hate that you notice.
You add, “And very young.”
“I’m not that young, I’m the oldest of the group,” he says quickly, then immediately looks like he regrets sounding defensive.
You walk toward the door, stopping at a polite distance. “Chan, you and your members are… talented. Professional. Kind. But in my brain you’re all filed under kids.”
“Why?” he asks, quiet.
Because you don’t want to want someone who still has growing to do. Because you’ve been the older one before, once, and it came with its own loneliness. Because you like your life the way it is, steady and clean and yours.
You don’t say any of that.
You give him the safe truth.
“Because I have my life figured out,” you say. “And you’re still building yours.”
He looks at you like that’s the most unfair thing he’s ever heard.
Then he nods, like he’s taking it seriously.
“Okay,” he says again, and this time it sounds like a promise.
You should end it there.
You do, mostly.
“Have a good night,” you say, and you open the door.
“Wait,” he says, and the word comes out more urgent than he meant it to.
You glance back.
He’s hesitating, like he’s trying to find the right way to be what you just asked for without even asking.
“I’m not trying to be a kid,” he says. “If I asked you out, would you say no?”
You stare at him, and your brain does something very unhelpful, which is flash a vivid image from ten minutes ago when he stood up and his shirt tugged up just enough at his waist that you saw the line of his stomach. Not even skin, really. Just a hint. Just enough to make your eyes linger longer than a lawyer should.
You clear your throat.
“You’re asking me out right now?” you say, because you’re buying time.
He steps back half a pace, like he doesn’t want to pressure you. “I’m asking if it’s always a no.”
The thing is, you expected him to try charming you. You expected flirting, ego, persuasion.
This is none of those.
This is him asking for a fair evaluation, like you’re a person and not a prize.
And that, annoyingly, feels mature.
Still, you don’t bend.
Not yet.
You give him a measured look. “If you asked me out right now, I’d say no.”
His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. He nods once. “Okay.”
You continue, because you’re not cruel.
“But,” you add, “if you want to change the way I see you, you’re going to have to do it the adult way.”
His eyes sharpen. “What’s the adult way?”
You shift your bag higher on your shoulder. “Consistency. Respect. Emotional maturity. Not trying to prove something with grand gestures. Not getting defensive when you don’t get what you want.”
His mouth opens, closes.
You can practically see the list forming in his head like a workout plan.
“And,” you say, almost as an afterthought, “don’t call me sweet.”
He huffs a quiet laugh. “Noted.”
You leave before your resolve can soften. You walk down the hall, heels steady on carpet, posture perfect.
You make it all the way to the elevator before you let yourself exhale.
Inside, your phone buzzes.
A message from your assistant, who was apparently watching everything like it was a live drama.
He stared at you like you were the sun. Are we in danger?
You type back: No.
You don’t type the part where your pulse is still a little too fast.
The next day, you’re onsite at the festival offices to review staging insurance with the operations team. It’s early, too early, and you’ve got coffee in one hand and a folder in the other.
You turn a corner and nearly collide with someone in a hoodie.
You step back automatically, professional apology ready.
“I’m sorry,” you start.
Chan bows slightly, quick and respectful. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”
He looks… different. Not styled for cameras. No entourage. Just him, a little sleepy, hair pushed back, hoodie hanging loose.
A very human man.
You’re about to walk past him.
Then you notice his hands.
He’s holding a small paper bag like it’s fragile.
He lifts it a little. “I got you something.”
Your eyebrow rises. “Chan.”
He winces again, like he knows he’s about to step on a rake. “It’s not a grand gesture. It’s… coffee. I asked your assistant what you drink.”
Your assistant is going to hell.
You don’t reach for it. Not yet.
“Why?” you ask, even though you already know.
He meets your eyes. “Consistency,” he says, and his voice is calm. “Respect. Emotional maturity.”
He pauses, then adds, “I’m trying.”
You stare at him. You shouldn’t accept it. You should keep the boundary solid.
But it’s just coffee. It’s not diamonds. It’s not a speech. It’s not him trying to buy you.
It’s him showing up, remembering, and being steady.
It’s annoyingly, dangerously adult.
You take the bag.
“Thank you,” you say.
His shoulders drop like he’s been holding his breath since yesterday. “You’re welcome.”
You start to walk again, then glance sideways at him. “This doesn’t mean you’ve moved categories.”
His lips twitch. “Still filed under kid?”
“Yes.”
He nods like he can handle it. “Okay.”
Then, like he can’t help himself, he adds, “But maybe like… a kid with a 401(k).”
You laugh, and you hate that it feels easy.
He walks beside you for a few steps, matching your pace without crowding you, like he’s learning the rhythm of your life instead of trying to disrupt it.
And you realize, with a strange little jolt, that this is exactly what makes him dangerous.
Not his looks. Not his fame.
The fact that he’s willing to do the work.
You keep your eyes forward. “If you keep doing this,” you say, careful, “you’re going to confuse me.”
He glances at you, expression soft. “I’m already confused.”
You hum, unimpressed. “How so?”
He answers honestly, like that’s his default. “I want you to take me seriously. But I also want to make you laugh. And I don’t know how to do both without looking like I’m trying too hard.”
That lands somewhere in your chest that you don’t like to acknowledge.
You slow a fraction and look at him fully. “Then don’t try so hard,” you say. “Just show up. Be normal. Be consistent.”
He nods, taking it in like a vow. “Okay.”
You should walk away right there.
Instead, you sip the coffee he brought you.
It’s exactly how you like it.
And that’s when you realize the bumpy ride isn’t going to be him trying to prove he’s a man.
It’s going to be you trying to pretend you don’t want to let him.
sinopse: jungwon ficava te provocando, soltando elogios quando você passava, enviando mensagens do tipo: "eu sou um bom submisso", "noona, me nota", "você é tão ruim para o seu dongsaeng, eu gosto disso". E isso, de certo modo, já estava mexendo um pouco com você.
Hoje, por incrível que pareça, a universidade estava muito movimentada; estudantes passavam de um lado para o outro, rindo e comendo, felizes, pois logo o jogo começaria. Você e sua amiga eram apenas mais duas pessoas que caminhavam junto com o restante, seguindo até a quadra de basquete da universidade, prontas para assistir ao time jogar — mesmo não entendendo muito e não estando tão animadas. E, ainda que você preferisse mil vezes ficar em casa descansando um pouco, decidiu vir assistir ao jogo a pedido exclusivamente dele.
— Parece que vai ser bem mais fácil, os garotos vão ganhar, pelo visto — sua amiga disse, depois que vocês passaram pelos jogadores de basquete; eles estavam todos reunidos, conversando e articulando uma boa jogada. Seus olhos se cruzaram com os dele por um breve segundo e ele pareceu sorrir, mas você não ligou, nem se importou. Era nítido que você ainda estava com raiva de Jungwon, e ele também sabia disso, mas queria chamar a sua atenção de qualquer forma.
Yang Jungwon era o nome dele. E como poderíamos começar falando desse jovem adulto? Eram tantos pontos e tantas sequências que ficava até difícil. Jungwon era sul-coreano, tinha vinte anos e estava cursando Educação Física. Era muito novo, precisamos admitir, porém esperto o suficiente para entrar no campus como um dos melhores alunos do curso; ele havia ganhado uma bolsa de estudos na primeira oportunidade e agora estava cursando há quase um ano. Era um dos calouros mais inteligentes do campus, e todos se impressionavam com seu talento, esperteza e, principalmente, sua beleza. Também era conhecido como um dos melhores jogadores de basquete da universidade; sempre que havia jogos, Jungwon estava escalado no time principal, somando muitos pontos para a equipe. Todos gostavam dele como jogador — era praticamente impossível não gostar —, e ele chamava muita atenção, tanto dos homens quanto das mulheres (principalmente professoras). Mas enchê-lo de elogios não era o caso, nem era preciso no momento. Ele também poderia ser um péssimo namorado quando queria.
Desde que Jungwon entrou ali, você percebeu os olhares que ele te lançava, mas não se importou muito; para você, ele era apenas um pirralho bem mais novo. Até uma festa no campus onde ele também estava presente e, enquanto curtia, você recebeu um convite dele para dançar. Rindo, você acabou dispensando-o e dando atenção para outros homens. Não que tivesse achado ele feio, mas se envolver com pessoas mais novas não era muito a sua praia — mesmo um amigo seu lhe avisando que ele havia gostado muito de você. Foi quando você pediu para seu amigo dizer a ele que não se envolvia com "creche", deixando nítido que não queria nada com o rapaz. Mas ele nunca desistia fácil, e quando queria algo, realmente conseguia.
Ele era insistente demais e queria testar a sua paciência, saber até quando você finalmente cederia. Jungwon ficava te provocando, soltando elogios quando você passava e enviando mensagens do tipo: "Eu sou um bom submisso", "Noona, me nota", "Você é tão ruim para o seu dongsaeng, eu gosto disso". E isso, de certo modo, já estava mexendo um pouco com você; precisava saber como ele era na cama e entender melhor o porquê dessas mensagens, se ele realmente se submeteria a você. Jungwon parecia o típico jovem dominador que gostava de pegar garotas de sua idade, não pessoas mais velhas; você não tinha a mínima noção de que ele se sentia atraído por mulheres mais velhas. E foi o suficiente para mexer com seus hormônios a flor da pele.
Então, você começou a suspirar quando esbarrava com ele pelos corredores da faculdade; suas aulas sempre acabavam junto com as dele, e você até pensou em trocar de turno para evitar o pior. Mas você também começou a querer provocá-lo, e por muito tempo resistiu, até ceder um dia, querendo-o entre quatro paredes. Depois disso, envolveram-se uma, duas, três vezes... e até então, continuávamos na mesma.
Jungwon era carente demais e sempre te tratava como namorada, mas não assumia a quem perguntasse — na verdade, foi você quem pediu para ele nunca comentar sobre isso com ninguém. Sendo um fofoqueiro nato, ele se segurou muito e continuou mentindo sobre ser solteiro. Diferente do que imaginou, ele era um menino mau; gostava de provocar, mostrando sempre estar acima de você — como um macho alfa — na frente dos outros. Seu sangue fervia de raiva e você sentia vontade de fazer coisas que nunca imaginou, apenas para ele aprender quem mandava e quem obedecia. Jungwon testava sua paciência muitas vezes, e isso estava te tirando do sério.
Hoje, sendo dia de jogo contra outra equipe, ele parecia bem animado e falava muito sobre isso há semanas. Você e sua amiga combinaram de ir juntas. Jungwon havia dito que guardaria lugares para vocês, mesmo não se falando tão diretamente. Tiveram uma briga feia há três semanas e, desde então, não se falavam. Mas, nessa briga em específico, ele estava quieto, não te procurava nem falava com você. O de cabelos loiros gostava de chamar sua atenção sempre quando podia, mas dessa vez foi um pouco diferente. Claro, você, como uma pessoa esperta, sabia muito bem que ele estava aprontando alguma coisa; Jungwon nunca ficava duas horas sem sua atenção.
— Nossa, tem muita gente! — você comentou assim que entraram na quadra, vendo a multidão da universidade; realmente, todos vinham assistir à vitória.
— Olha, guardaram nossos lugares.
— Sim, eu te falei isso. — você olhou para as cadeiras reservadas, com seus nomes.
— Me diz: com quem dos jogadores você está transando? Me conta agora! — Hara riu fraco, esperando ansiosa pela sua resposta.
— Eu não estou ficando com ninguém. Apenas falo com alguns deles e pedi para deixarem dois lugares reservados. — você sorriu para a loira, vendo que ela não acreditou muito bem na sua desculpa.
— Sei... Estou de olho em você, não vou cair nessa conversa novamente. — ela bateu em seus ombros e deslizou as mãos até seus seios, cobertos pela blusa decotada. Você franziu as sobrancelhas, encarando-a incrédula. — Desculpa, eu sempre tive vontade de tocar e você, com essa blusa decotada, chama muita atenção.
— Hara? — você soltou uma risada nervosa; era exatamente o que estava pensando.
— Nem todas as coreanas têm peitos tão grandes como os seus. E, levando em consideração que eu sempre tive curiosidade em saber como é ter seios desse tamanho...
— É péssimo! Vai por mim. Você sente uma dor nas costas insuportável. — Vocês riram.
— Jungwon, oppa!
— Oppa… — vocês olharam juntas para a direita depois de escutar os gritos das líderes de torcida, que tentavam chamar a atenção de algum dos garotos do jogo.
As meninas faziam parte do último ano do ensino médio; o colégio era vizinho da universidade e a quadra sempre era dividida entre os alunos do colégio e os garotos da Educação Física. Então, elas se tornaram as líderes oficiais, estavam sempre inventando danças e chamando a atenção dos garotos. Algumas eram até atiradas e gostavam de se jogar para cima deles, como essas que estavam em cima de Jungwon.
— Meninas, calma. — e lá estava o mais safado do colégio, aquele cretino que você gostaria de meter a mão na cara. Como sempre, ele estava rodeado de garotas, tentando tirá-las de cima enquanto sorria com toda aquela atenção. — Tem Jungwon para todo mundo. — ele sorriu e então sentou-se em uma das cadeiras, deixando que elas o tocassem.
— Tão lindo... — Hara suspirou, olhando apaixonadamente para Jungwon e suas garotas.
— Você acha ele bonito, Hara? — você sorriu para ela, esperando a resposta.
— Yang Jungwon é um dos garotos mais bonitos do campus, isso é fato. Olha para ele, amiga. — novamente ela suspirou. — Ele é o único dongsaeng que eu gostaria de ter.
— Nossa, Hara... — você soltou uma risada fraca e olhou para "seu" garoto.
Você não sabia como, mas sentiu ciúmes da forma como Hara falou e de como desejou o seu homem. Mesmo sabendo que era normal e confessando isso, escutava de muitas pessoas que desejavam ele, mas sentia um pequeno incômodo sempre que presenciava momentos assim, sabendo que o seu homem realmente era bastante disputado. E se tinha algo na vida que você mais odiava, era alguém disputado demais.
— Olha só como essas meninas se jogam para cima dele. — Você suspirou, olhando todas aquelas cheerleaders em cima do seu homem, tocando nele, sorrindo, desejando. O seu Jungwon. — Imagina como ele deve foder gostoso. — Você riu fraco.
— Você acha isso? Acho que não… — você não a olhou, mas soltou uma pequena risada. Imagine só se ela tivesse o privilégio de saber como Yang Jungwon era (e ainda é) um completo submisso. As expectativas dela seriam despedaçadas.
— Ele me parece foder bem gostoso, deixar uma mulher louca de tesão, um completo ativo. — você mordeu seus lábios. Foi no mesmo momento em que seus olhos se cruzaram com os dele. Ele te olhou atento e assustado, estudando suas expressões; Jungwon sentia um certo medo em te olhar, vendo todas aquelas garotas ao seu redor. Ele sabia que você não gostava daquilo, mas ele também era um péssimo namorado e gostava de te tirar do sério.
— Oppa, vamos sair hoje? — uma das garotas sugeriu, enquanto segurava as mãos dele. As pessoas dentro da quadra não se importavam muito com as cheerleaders, querendo assistir ao jogo em primeiro lugar.
— Calma, vão atrás dos outros garotos. — ele forçou um sorriso, tentando controlar as garotas que apenas riam.
Uma delas, que você odiava por sempre ser atraída pelo seu homem, sentou-se no colo dele, muito folgada e atirada. Suas mãos passaram pelo pescoço de Jungwon e, por um segundo, você achou que ela o beijaria. Seu sangue ferveu de raiva; você queria ir até ele e socar seu rosto. Levando em consideração quem você era, isso seria muito baixo, principalmente por brigar com uma adolescente. Você fechou as mãos, esperando a reação dele.
— Olha que garota audaciosa, sentou no colo dele sem pedir. — Hara comentou. — Amiga, olha lá! — olhando atentamente, você percebeu como ela se movia contra o quadril dele, dançando alguma música que tocava.
— Oppa, quer ver o passo de dança que eu criei? — ela mordeu os lábios, continuando a se mover. Você pediu a Deus para te segurar, senão haveria sangue hoje.
— Vamos com calma. — Jungwon retirou a garota de seu colo, levantando com ela. — Eu preciso me concentrar para o jogo.
— Para onde vai? O jogo começará logo — um de seus colegas de equipe perguntou.
— Um momento, preciso passar no vestiário primeiro. — ele sorriu para o colega, seguindo seu caminho. Jungwon passou pelo seu lado, mas não te olhou; parecia um pouco nervoso.
— Presenciar essa cena me deu enjoo. Eu vou ao banheiro, volto logo. — Hara sorriu para você e tirou o celular do bolso.
Você levantou em seguida, saindo da quadra e procurando o caminho do vestiário do time; Jungwon te esperava lá. Mas se ele achava que tudo ficaria assim, estava completamente enganado. Com a raiva que você sentia, seria provável que faria muitas coisas com ele. Esse garoto pagaria cada centavo da raiva que te fez passar, e por ter deixado aquela vadia sentar em seu colo.
Você abriu a porta do vestiário e encontrou com ele de costas; você não deixou de se assustar com a brutalidade ao entrar. Jungwon arregalou os olhos e soltou um sorriso quase forçado.
— Você acha que usando aquelas garotas consegue me provocar?
— Noona, eu só queria que você olhasse para mim — ele fez um bico entre os lábios. — Parece que deu certo. — e logo sorriu. Você se aproximou enquanto segurava o pescoço dele com força, sufocando-o. Empurrou seu corpo para trás enquanto o fazia se encostar na parede. — Noona, não seja má comigo, por favor!
— Você pensou nisso antes? Você é patético, ridículo agindo dessa forma! Acha que com essa carinha de cachorro pidão eu vou esquecer tudo o que acabou de acontecer?
— Eu já disse, só queria chamar a sua atenção. — ele mordeu os lábios. — Parece que deu certo.
— Jungwon! — você apertou seu pescoço com mais força, vendo o sorriso dele. Que filho da puta sádico. — Você não terá o que quer.
— Isso não é justo, noona.
— Por quê? Você me provoca e agora não aguenta as consequências? Você é realmente patético, Yang Jungwon. — você tirou as mãos de seu pescoço.
— Noona, vamos resolver as coisas. Eu sinto a sua falta.
— Então diga. Diga alto e claro! O que você quer?
— Eu quero você, noona. Quero entrar em você e te foder bem gostoso, quero que sente no meu pau e me aperte, quero que me bata, me arranhe, me xingue. Eu quero você. — ele segurou suas mãos. — Sinto a sua falta, muito. Só queria poder entrar dentro de você agora, sentir essa sensação boa do seu corpo. — suas mãos passearam por todo o seu corpo, enquanto ele sorria. — Por favor, noona, deixa eu te foder hoje e depois você me fode. — ele fez uma carinha emburrada e se aproximou de você.
— Você não quer que eu te foda primeiro, meu bem? — empurrando-o, você conseguiu fazer com que ele deitasse sobre um dos bancos, trancou a porta do vestiário e seguiu até o seu amado novamente. — Você ficou excitado com aquela garota em cima do seu colo?
— O quê? Não, noona! Nenhuma garota me excita mais do que você. Fiquei enojado com aquela garota em cima de mim. — você levou as mãos até o pênis dele, apertando-o.
— Não está mentindo, não é, bebê? — Jungwon mordeu os lábios, olhando para suas mãos.
— Eu nunca mentiria sobre isso. Eu não fico excitado com mais ninguém; apenas você tem esse poder. — ele levantou-se do banco, começando a se despir. Foi quando você percebeu os músculos bem definidos dele; ele estava ficando tão gostoso desde que começou a academia.
— Está ficando gostoso... Isso tudo é para mim, bebê?
— Tudo para você, noona. — você deslizou as mãos pelo corpo dele lentamente, tocando os gomos do seu abdômen. Ele suspirou novamente, ansiando pelos seus toques. Jungwon fechou os olhos, quase suplicando para você tocá-lo ali. — Noona, tire suas roupas também.
— Você quer que eu tire? — aproximou-se do banco e sentou-se na frente de Jungwon. Os olhos dele estavam atentos a você, em qualquer movimento seu. Você começou pelo nó da blusa, abrindo os botões lentamente, vendo que ele mordia os lábios ansioso. — Você gosta de ver sua noona assim? — suas pernas se abriram, deslizando as mãos pelo próprio corpo e tocando a região ainda coberta. — A noona também sentiu tanto a sua falta... — você mordeu os lábios com força.
— Noona, deixe-me te satisfazer, por favor. — ele tentou se aproximar, mas você foi rápida em pará-lo.
— Você fica aí. — finalmente tirando sua saia e revelando as lingeries finas, você deixou Jungwon salivando. — A noona está usando aquele conjunto que você tanto gosta.
— Por favor! — Ele mordeu os lábios e levou as mãos até o pênis, que já estava ficando duro e pronto para você. — Por favor!
— Você vai se tocar? Poxa, Yang, eu ainda nem comecei a fazer o que gostaria. — você colocou a calcinha de lado e se tocou, levando um dedo até a sua entrada. Você soltou um gemido baixo com o ato, e Jungwon te olhou atento e um pouco desesperado. — Eu queria tanto você dentro de mim, amor.
— Me deixe entrar em você. — ele caminhou até sua frente, abaixou-se e ficou olhando você se masturbar, o que o deixava em êxtase.
— Mas você foi um menino tão mau hoje.
— Me desculpa, por favor.
— Apenas olhe isso. — você levou outro dedo para dentro, equilibrando-se no banco. Seus movimentos antes estavam devagar, mas agora você se masturbava um pouquinho mais rápido. — É uma delícia! Estou tão molhadinha.
— Deixe-me te tocar. — ele mordeu os lábios com tanta força que sentiu quase o gosto de sangue; era uma tentação para você vê-lo implorar dessa forma. — Não use as mãos quando tem coisa melhor na sua frente. — Você gemeu baixinho, adorando a forma como ele falava. — Me use! Sou o seu brinquedo favorito; deixe-me entrar dentro de você e te foder bem gostosinho.
— Hoje não, amor.
— Então acaba comigo, eu mereço. — Sim, Jungwon realmente estava merecendo, e era exatamente isso o que você queria ouvir. Você se sentiu ainda mais animada. — Eu sei que está cansada de usar seus dedos todas essas semanas; use o que você sempre quis.
— Amor... — você olhou para ele por um segundo, ainda gemendo.
— Ao menos deixe-me provar. — ele te olhou com aquele olhar de cachorro pidão, esperando uma resposta positiva. Jungwon nunca esteve tão ansioso como agora.
— Eu vou preparar um para você, vou te dar isso.
Você tirou os dedos da sua intimidade, levando-os até a boca de Jungwon e fazendo-o chupar, sentindo o seu gosto. Em seguida, afastou a calcinha e segurou a parte de trás da cabeça dele, empurrando-a para a frente, fazendo-o te chupar ainda mais intensamente. Jungwon parecia aliviado, movimentando a língua contra a sua entrada e chupando seu clitóris com força; ele segurou suas pernas, deixando-as ainda mais abertas.
— Amor, eu amo tanto a sua boca.
Ele não se importou com suas palavras degradantes ou os elogios; tudo o que ele queria era te sentir, chupar com força e vê-la desmoronar sobre sua língua. Você não tinha palavras para descrever a língua de Jungwon; era algo maravilhoso, tão intenso que te fazia ver estrelas. A sensação de gozar no rosto dele também era maravilhosa. Jungwon sabia muito bem como te levar ao orgasmo, como te relaxar e te excitar; ele era um submisso tão bom. Você nunca queria perder Yang Jungwon, ele era seu, e de mais ninguém.
— Amor... — Você gemeu. O seu orgasmo nunca demorava; por isso ele sentiu seu gosto tão doce. — Jungwon!
— Tão doce, noona. — ele finalmente disse, recompondo-se. Você o empurrou para o chão, deixando-o sentado naquele piso, mas agora isso não importava. Você ficou por cima dele, sentindo o pau duro contra sua intimidade. — Noona...
— O que você quer?!
— Eu quero você. Agora. — não precisou de mais nada; você segurou o membro dele, afastou a calcinha e sentou-se sobre Jungwon, ambos gemendo de prazer. Ele se apoiou no chão, deixando você quicar sobre ele da forma como queria. Ele gemia desesperadamente, implorando para que não parasse tão cedo. E você não faria isso até que ele gozasse em você.
Ele te deixava tão louca! Se Jungwon soubesse disso, com certeza não te provocaria tanto. Era incrível como ele despertava seu lado ativo; você só precisava olhá-lo. Se ele soubesse o quanto você gostava de sentar em seu colo, de bater em seu rosto, de mostrar quem mandava... Jungwon te deixava louca. Você arranhou as costas dele com força, vendo-o se remexer de agonia. No mesmo momento, um apito soou até onde vocês estavam, seguido por gritos de comemoração. Vocês dois tinham esquecido o jogo, mas, honestamente, isso não importava. Jungwon só queria que você continuasse.
— Meu bebê perdeu o jogo... — você segurou o rosto dele com força, continuando a quicar.
— Eu não me importo, noona. Só quero ficar aqui com você. — Jungwon mordeu os lábios. — Eu posso? — ele perguntou, referindo-se aos seus seios. Você assentiu e Jungwon foi rápido em levar um à boca enquanto apertava o outro. — Senti tanto a sua falta, noona. — ele trocou de lado, gemendo baixinho. — Você sentiu a minha falta?
— Nem imagina o quanto.
Levou cerca de um minuto até você perceber que ele gemia mais alto, quase gritando, fechando os olhos e tremendo. Você percebeu que ele já iria desmoronar também.
— Já está vindo, amor? — ele assentiu, mordendo os lábios. — Solte dentro de mim, Jungwon. — ele jogou a cabeça para trás e apenas aproveitou o momento, deixando você fazer o que quisesse.
Claro, você montou nele com tanta força, com movimentos tão rápidos, que seria impossível para Jungwon resistir. Ele sabia que não suportava muito quando você ficava por cima; Jungwon tinha um fraco grande em vê-la no comando. Era apenas uma rapidinha; no sexo, vocês costumavam demorar mais, mas, quando você o montava, Jungwon sabia que levaria questão de três minutos.
— Noona! — gemendo baixinho, você sentiu o orgasmo quente dentro de você, e um xingamento saiu dos seus lábios. — Noona...
— Me lembre de usar o anticoncepcional depois que o jogo terminar. — você suspirou, olhando para ele, que estava com um sorriso no rosto. Segurou o pescoço dele com força, apertando por um momento, e deixou um tapa em seu rosto. Aquele cretino sorriu, mordendo os lábios e desejando mais. — Nunca mais na sua vida deixe outra garota, que não seja eu, subir em seu colo. Entendeu, Jungwon? — Você deixou outro tapa no rosto dele, ouvindo sua risadinha.
— Sim, noona, apenas você e mais ninguém. — você deixou um beijo em suas bochechas, olhando os pequenos arranhões que tinha no abdômen dele e, provavelmente, nas costas também.
Você soltou um sorriso e passou as mãos ali, ouvindo o pequeno gemido de reprovação. Yang Jungwon tocou seu queixo e levantou logo em seguida, deixando um beijo em seus lábios. Suas mãos foram até sua bunda e ele a apertou. Já as suas foram até os cabelos dele e puxaram com força, enquanto ambos se olhavam.
— Você está perdendo o jogo, amor.
— Que se dane o jogo! Eu estou fazendo coisa melhor com você. Podemos ir para o seu apartamento e você terminar de me foder? Por favor! Eu quero mais de você. Me use hoje, noona.
"Her heart has a strict age limit. He's filing for an exception."
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Meet Zhou Anxin. He's smart, focused, and a top student at the university. He can solve the toughest problems in his major, but he's completely stuck on a simple issue: the one-year age gap separating him from the girl he likes.
That girl is Park Haeji. She's a year older, a senior, and Anxin's entire world. She sees him as a nice, helpful junior who always brings her coffee. Yep, he's deep in the friend zone.
Here's the problem: Haeji has one big rule-she doesn't date younger guys. She only dates older men, saying they're "more mature." Everyone on campus tells Anxin to give up, that she'll only ever see him as a little brother.
But Anxin isn't the type to quit. He's tired of being seen as just a kid. He's ready to ignore all the warnings and prove that one year means nothing when you really like someone.
Can Anxin shoot his shot and get Haeji to finally see him as a boyfriend instead of her favorite junior? Time to find out if he can change her mind. Get ready.
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"The one rule she can't break is the one rule he's determined to smash."
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( 𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗔 )
"Her heart has a strict age limit. He's filing for an exception."
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Meet Zhou Anxin. He's smart, focused, and a top student at t
Warnings: Explicit sexual content (SMUT), oral sex, fingering, protected penetration, Noona kink, mild dominance/submission, age gap dynamic (older female x younger male)
Part 2
“Okay. Look. I know this sounds insane,” Y/N said, shifting under the blanket as she settled deeper into the couch, “but Han Jisung got hot. Like… dangerous hot.”
Her best friend’s face lit up on the screen in front of her. “Excuse me?”
“I’m serious,” Y/N muttered, scrubbing a hand over her flushed face. “He’s not just cute anymore. He got buff. He’s still got that chaotic energy, but now it’s wrapped around a body that has no right looking that good.”
“Oh my god.”
“And don’t get me started on his hands. They’re huge. Veiny. I hate that I noticed. But I did. And then, last week? He bent over to grab something and his hoodie lifted just enough for me to see this tattoo.”
There was a dramatic gasp on the other end of the call.
“I know,” Y/N groaned. “I didn’t even know he had tattoos. It’s on his ribs. Black ink, bold lines, kind of angular—sharp. And I shouldn’t be thinking about it, but it’s like my brain short-circuited the moment I saw it.”
“You’re done for.”
“I am.”
“You’ve fantasized about him, haven’t you?”
There was a pause.
Then Y/N sighed and sank further into the cushion. “I mean… yeah. I may have imagined him pushing me against the wall once or twice. Maybe dragging his hands under my shirt. Maybe—” she lowered her voice, embarrassed, “—eating me out while calling me Noona.”
“Y/N.”
“I’m broken. I know.”
“Girl.”
“I know!”
Y/N let her head fall back with a groan just as the door quietly opened behind her.
She didn’t hear it.
Not the soft click.
Not the backpack dropping by the entrance.
Not the deep inhale.
Only when the voice came—low, amused, laced with something darker—did she flinch.
“Eating you out while calling you Noona, huh?”
She shot up like she’d been electrocuted.
Han Jisung stood in the hallway.
Half-zipped hoodie.
T-shirt clinging to his chest.
Eyes locked on hers.
And he was smirking.
“Oh my god—” Y/N fumbled for her phone, her best friend’s scream of laughter still echoing through the speaker before she ended the call and tossed it aside like it burned.
Han stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him without taking his eyes off her.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
He tilted his head. “But I did.”
“My brother is not—!”
“Here.” Han shrugged. “Yeah. I know. He didn’t tell me. Thought he was here. Figured I’d walk in like usual, but…”
He smiled. Slow. Sure.
“I walked into something way more interesting.”
Y/N stood up too fast, blanket falling away, revealing her oversized t-shirt barely covering her thighs. His eyes flicked down. She tugged the hem instinctively.
“Jisung. Don’t.”
He stepped forward.
“You’ve been thinking about me like that?”
“It was just a—stupid vent—”
“You imagined my tongue on your pussy.”
Her breath caught. “It wasn’t—!”
“You imagined me calling you Noona while making you cum.”
Her skin prickled, and not just from embarrassment. “That doesn’t mean I want—”
“But you do,” he cut in, voice low, chest rising slowly. “Don’t lie. I’ve seen it. The way you look at me. The way your breath catches when I lean in. You thought I was playing.”
He took another step forward.
“I was.”
She blinked. “What?”
“I was playing,” he repeated, now in front of her. “But now? I’m not.”
Her legs hit the couch.
He didn’t touch her.
Not yet.
Just stood there, towering, close enough to smell—like citrus and spice and something male underneath.
“I don’t care if you deny it,” he murmured, “but I need to know one thing.”
He leaned down, lips near hers but not touching.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper.
“No.”
That was all it took.
His lips crashed into hers with zero hesitation—hungry, hot, needy. His hands grabbed her waist and tugged her flush against him as she gasped into his mouth. Tongues collided. Teeth scraped. His fingers slipped under her shirt, skimming bare skin, dragging it up slowly, teasingly.
“Did you imagine my hands on your tits?” he breathed between kisses. “Or maybe my tongue?”
Y/N moaned.
That was answer enough.
He yanked the shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind them. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest and he groaned. He leaned down, catching one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, teeth grazing just enough to make her back arch.
“Fuck,” she hissed. “Jisung—”
“Say it.”
She whimpered, hands clutching his hair. “I want you.”
“Fuck...Noona.”
Her knees gave out.
He scooped her up and laid her on the couch, settling between her thighs, kissing down her stomach, her hips, until he hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.
“You’re soaked already.”
She blushed. While he stared at her wet cunt like it was his favorite meal.
He couldn't hold back anymore.
Jisung's face vanished between her legs while he wrapped his hands around her thighs to keep her open. One long lick up her slit had her thighs trembling already. His hands pinned them wide as his mouth dove back in, tongue circling her clit, flattening, curling, teasing until she was breathless. His lips wrapped around it and sucked—soft at first, then with more pressure—and when he slipped two fingers inside her, curling just right, her hips bucked up hard.
“God—fuck—don’t stop—”
He didn’t.
He moaned against her and the vibration sent her crashing. It took only a few minutes before her climax hit hard—back arching, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs clenching around his head.
But he didn’t stop until she begged.
Only then did he kiss back up her body, hands roaming, lips trailing over flushed skin until he reached her neck.
“You said you imagined this,” he whispered into her ear, “but I bet you didn’t imagine me being this good.”
“Shut up,” she breathed, pulling him in for another kiss. “Just fuck me already.”
Jisung sat up to take off his shirt, revealing two tattoos on his skin, the muscles flexing underneath. God what a body she thought.
One of his hands reached into the pokets of his pants, bringing out a condom. He tore it open with his teeth, and she watched—nervous, wanting, aching—as he pushed his sweats down and rolled it on.
His cock was thick.
Hard.
Perfect.
And when he slid between her legs and into her in one long, slow thrust—
Y/N gasped.
“Shit—Jisung—”
He stilled once he was buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to hers, both of them shaking from the intensity.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “So tight. So wet.”
“Move.”
He obeyed.
Long, deep thrusts at first—his hips grinding down just enough to make her moan with each stroke. Then faster. Rougher. His fingers laced with hers as he pinned her hand besides her head, mouth claiming hers again as their bodies moved in sync.
“Say it,” he whispered against her lips.
“Say what?”
“That you wanted this.”
She hesitated.
He thrust deeper—harder—and she cried out.
“I wanted it.”
“You still want it?”
“Yes.”
He groaned and slammed into her harder.
Her nails dug into his back. Sweat slicked their skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and took him, moaning into his neck, clinging like he was the only thing holding her together.
He pulled back, panting, eyes locked to hers.
Then—low, dark, possessive—he whispered:
“Say it again, Noona.”
She shivered.
“I wanted this.”
And when she came again, her body tightening around him, he followed—groaning into her neck as he buried himself deep, spilling into the condom with one final thrust.
The silence after was breathless. Heavy. Full of too many thoughts and not enough air.
He collapsed beside her, still catching his breath.
She stared at the ceiling.
“...you definitely weren’t supposed to hear that call.”
He laughed—hoarse, smug, content.
“And you definitely weren’t supposed to say that stuff if you didn’t want me to make it come true.”
Summary:-You was hired to teach him biology.You never meant to teach him what love felt like. You a 23-year-old corporate employee, takes up a part-time tutoring job to make ends meet. Your student—Jeon Jungkook 18 years old—is brilliant, quiet, and dangerously charming.
During session he feel in love with you he confess buy you denied but later you fell harder for him AND CROSS EVERY LIMITS IN LOVE
A slow-burn romance about restraint, longing, and love that arrives late—but stays forever
18+minors dni
As its a first part it will only have intimacy romantic thoughts , small touches , glances , admiration, so much of tension, first love , biology session, confess, denial , heartbreak ,and many more you can find out by reading
Begin~
You rubbed your tired eyes as you stepped out of the office building.Seoul’s evening air was cold, but your mind felt heavier.
Another day.Another reminder that one salary was never enough.That’s when your phone rang.
“Hello?” you answered, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.
“Hello, is this y/n?” a polite woman’s voice asked.
“Yes?”
“This is Mrs. Jeon. You were recommended by my colleague. I heard you’re looking for a part-time job.”
You stopped walking.
“Yes… I am.”
“I need a private tutor for my son. He’s a first-semester biology student. Would you be interested?”
You heart skipped — not from excitement, but relief.
“Yes,” you replied firmly. “I would.”
Next day
You adjusted the strap of you bag as Mrs. Jeon stepped aside and gestured you in.
“Please, come in.”
The house was quiet—too quiet for a place that belonged to a college student. Everything was neat, warm, lived-in… yet strangely silent.
“Thank you,” you said politely, slipping off your shoes.
Mrs. Jeon smiled kindly. “You must be tired after work. Please sit.”
You settled on the couch, your posture straight, hands folded on your lap. After a moment of polite silence, you finally asked, you voice gentle,
“Where is your son, ma’am?”
Mrs. Jeon let out a soft chuckle.
“Oh—Jungkook? He’ll be here soon. He has football practice.”
You blinked in surprise.
Football? Biology student… football practice?
“I didn’t know he played sports,” you said honestly.
Mrs. Jeon sighed, amusement mixed with pride.
“He’s good at studies, but he hates sitting still. Football is the only thing that keeps him sane.”
Before you could respond, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house.
Heavy footsteps.
A careless thud of shoes.
“I’m home,” a male voice called out—low, calm, slightly tired.
Your fingers tightened unconsciously around her bag.
Mrs. Jeon stood up. “Jungkook, your tutor is here.”
There was a pause.
Then he appeared.
Jeon Jungkook stood near the doorway, hair damp with sweat, football jersey clinging to his frame, backpack slung over one shoulder. He looked… unreal. Not the kind of handsome that tried—effortless, unbothered.
His eyes lifted.
And met hers.
Time slowed.
You stood up immediately, bowing slightly.
“Hello. I’m y/n.”
Jungkook stared for a second too long.
You wasn’t what he expected.
Not strict.
Not cold.
Not old.
Just… calm. Warm. Different.
“Oh—” he straightened quickly. “Hello.”
Mrs. Jeon watched them quietly, a knowing smile forming.
Neither noticed.
But something had already shifted.
First session~
Jungkook dropped into the chair across from her and pulled his backpack onto his lap. Without looking up, he unzipped it and took out his biology textbook, flipping it open with practiced ease.
You watched him for a moment before speaking softly.
“Before we start… I think it’s better if we get to know each other a little. It helps when teachi-
“Noona,” he said calmly, tapping the open page with his finger,
“this chapter—I have doubts.”
Not rude.Not cold.Just… firm. Direct.
You paused for a second, then nodded, masking her surprise.“Alright,” you replied, adjusting your chair closer to the table. “Which part?”
Jungkook leaned forward, his elbow resting on the desk.
“Cell respiration,” he said. “The Krebs cycle. I get the theory, but the steps confuse me.”
You blinked.Serious, you thought. And focused.you picked up a pen and pulled a notebook toward yourself
“Okay,” you said, drawing neat circles as you spoke. “Think of it like a cycle—nothing starts or ends. It just transforms.”
As you explained, Jungkook’s gaze slowly shifted—from the page…to you
The way you spoke.The patience in your voice.The way you never made him feel stupid for not understanding.
“Does that make sense?” you asked, looking up.
He realized he’d been staring.
“Yes,” he replied quickly, looking back at the book. “It does.”
But the truth was—
For the first time since starting college, biology wasn’t the only thing he was paying attention to.
And you didn’t notice the way his fingers tightened around the pen you didn’t notice how his heartbeat had quickened.
But Mrs. Jeon, passing by the door with a cup of tea, paused And smiled
After session over you closed your notebook and stood up, slipping it back into your bag.“That’s enough for today,” you said gently. “Go through what we studied again.”
Jungkook nodded. “Okay.”
You paused at the door and turned back once more, her smile warm but professional.“I’ll come tomorrow again. Study well.”
For a brief second, Jungkook forgot how to respondThe door closed quietly behind you, leaving the room unusually empty.
Jungkook stared at the chair you had been sitting on.
Only when his mother’s voice broke the silence did he snap back to reality.
“So?” Mrs. Jeon asked, leaning against the doorway. “How is she?”
He hesitated.“She’s… good,” he said finally, a little too quickly
Mrs. Jeon raised an eyebrow. “Just good?”
“She explains well,” he added, flipping a page of his book he didn’t need to turn. “She’s patient.”
Later that night, Jungkook sat at his desk, the biology book open in front of him.He tried to study.He really did.But every explanation echoed in your voice.And without realizing it, he found himself waiting for tomorrow.
Next day
The doorbell rang softly Jungkook stood up almost instantly.When Mrs. Jeon opened the door, you stepped inside—and Jungkook forgot how to breathe.
It was your office day off.No formal clothes.No tied hair.You wore a simple, light-colored dress, casual yet effortlessly pretty. Your hair fell freely over your shoulders, framing your face in a way he hadn’t seen before.
“Good morning,” you said with the same warm smile.But today, it felt different.
“Good morning,” Jungkook replied, a little quieter than usual.
Both sat down for the session. You opened the book. “Let’s revise yesterday’s topic first.” you began explaining, your pen moving smoothly across the page.Jungkook nodded at the right places.But his mind—
Why does she look like this today?Has you always been this… distracting?
“Jungkook?” you called softly.
“Yes,” he answered immediately.
You pointed at the diagram he was copying. “This part is wrong.”
He frowned, looking down. “It is?”
“Yes,” you said gently. “Look.” you leaned closer, then paused.Instead of correcting it yourself, you lightly held his hand to guide the pen.Just for a second.Your fingers were warm.Jungkook froze. You shifted closer to reach the notebook, explaining quietly, “The arrows go this way.” Both shoulders almost touched.He lifted his head without realizing it.
Your eyes met.Too close.His gaze flickered—down to your lips—before he could stop himself. You noticed. You pulled her hand back instantly and stepped away, clearing your throat.“Sorry,” you said, professional again. “Just… be careful next time.”
Jungkook swallowed.“Yes,” he murmured.The room felt suddenly smaller.And you returned to her seat, pretending to focus on the book—while her heart beat just a little faster than it should have.
That night, you lay on her bed, scrolling through you phone absent-mindedly.The moment from earlier crossed your mind—briefly.I was just correcting a diagram, you thought. Nothing more. You turned to your side, already distracted by tomorrow’s work schedule, by responsibilities, by life. Within minutes, sleep found you.
Across the city, Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, his biology book forgotten on the desk.He stared at his hand.The same hand she had held.A small smile curved his lips before he could stop it.He pressed his lips together, feeling heat rise to his cheeks.Why am I like this? he wondered, laughing softly at himself.He lay back, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over—not the lesson, not the diagram…
Her eyes.Her closeness.The way you had stepped back so suddenly.His smile widened, shy and uncontrollable.And that night, Jeon Jungkook fell asleep blushing—without understanding that something inside him had already changed.
Days passedTutoring sessions became routine.Same table.Same books.Same calm voice explaining biology—but Jungkook was no longer the same.He started waiting for your footsteps.Studying before you came.
Noticing little things—the way u tucked your hair behind you ear when thinking,the soft pause before you corrected him,the way you smiled when he finally understood a concept.
And every day, the feeling grew.Quiet.Unasked for.Unavoidable.
That night, the house was unusually silent.Mrs. Jeon had gone out, leaving the two of them alone in the study room.
You glanced at the clock. “Let’s finish this chapter today.”Jungkook nodded.As you leaned over to check his notes, chairs were closer than usual. Neither noticed when the space between them slowly disappeared.
“Here,” you said softly, pointing. “You missed this step.”He leaned in too.Their arms brushed. You froze for half a second, then continued explaining, unaware of the storm in his chest.
“Do you get it now?” you asked.Jungkook didn’t answer.“Jungkook?” you looked at him.He was staring at youNot careless.Not bold.Just honest.
“I…” he swallowed. “Noona.”
“Yes?”
“I think—” his voice trembled, surprising even himself. “I think I like you.”
The room went still. Your smile faded.
“What?” you asked quietly.
“I didn’t plan to say this,” he continued, hurried now, afraid she’d stop him. “I tried not to feel this way. I really did. But every day it just—”
He looked down.
“I like you.”
Silence.
You slowly stepped back, your expression serious—not angry, not shocked… just heavy.
“Jungkook,” you said gently, but firmly, “you shouldn’t say things like that.”
His heart sank.
“This is just confusion,” you continued. “Admiration. I’m your tutor. You’ll understand later.”
She picked up her bag, avoiding his eyes.
“Let’s end the session early today.”
As you walked toward the door, Jungkook didn’t stop you.But the moment it closed—He realized he had crossed a line he could never uncross.
And you stood on the other side of the door, her hand still on the handle—her heart beating faster than she wanted to admit
This was the first part lmk if you like it , check for part 2
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 1: Midlife Crisis Fully Loaded
Friday 31st October, 2025 - 10 pm
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" everyone is screaming at the two of you. You feel like a deer caught in headlights. Hyunjin just looks amused and keeps up with his 'Hongdae Guy' smirk. The way he executed the nose inhale made you want to puke, but you also giggled.
"C'mon! Everyone wants to see Hongdae Guy and Sister Hong kiss! The biggest whores in East Asia, kissing!" Felix quips.
If your skin could change colour, everyone could see you are blushing. Thank God the brown wig covers most of your face and nobody can recognize you. Hyunjin was surprised when he first saw the transformation earlier in the evening, you are nothing like your usual yourself.
You look at Felix, and request, "I'm going to need a hand." You try making puppy eyes at Felix but you are truly terrified. You haven't actually ever kissed Hyunjin and Felix seems eager to have it happen in public. Yikes, these kids. Thank god nobody knows you at this party and you look very different. It's been a couple of months but the concept of the three of you still makes you uncomfrotable because frankly, they are way younger than you and two, you really are old.
Changbin chuckles from the other end of the living room and says, "Why would Sister Hong need help? This is a big blow for China!". Changbin is loud as usual, and annoying. Halima almost falls off his lap as she laughs, but he holds her and keeps her secured on his lap while looking at her fondly.
In the spirit of keeping up with the humour, you stand up for yourself. "This isn't a courage thing. I have so much courage I can go to jail for it." Felix moves closer and slips his hand in yours. Your eyes lock and you see the amusement in his eyes. He can tell you are not amused at the predicament he's set up for you. You also know why he's done it.
'Fuck my life' you think to yourself. This is your karma for refusing to live your life correctly.
Someone in the crowded room shouts about how Hongdae Guy is going to move on, how he doesn't have all day to wait for a confused Chinese woman. Another one wonders if Hongdae Guy will be shocked at the surprise Sister Hong has in store for him between her legs. The brown wig continues to annoy you and get hotter even though the banter in the room is amusing. You smile. Someone turned down the music so everyone could witness this momentous nonsense at this Halloween party.
So, this is how a midlife crisis feels like when it's going well. You do not want to think about the downside, the opposite of it. You want to live in the moment.
While squeezing Felix's hand a little more in your hand, you keep your eyes locked on his and tell Hyunjin, "Hongdae Guy, let's do it."
And with that, a defeaning cheer errupts (well, it's just Changbin being the loudest) and you ask yourself what you got yourself into.
