Honestly I never thought I'd do this BUT I can't keep panic searching for these amazing reads ಥ_ಥ
Overall I'd say if you're a minor please stay away , I know it's not all of my fic recommendations but quite a few cover darker concepts and 18+ concepts. I tried my best to label everything but I know I missed out on quite a few :/
Technically this is my first ever post (ignoring the thousands of reblogs on my page) I know it's long but please judge kindly and I really did try my best to give all credit where it is due ಥ‿ಥ
More Enhypen recs here
ATEEZ~
OT8:
"Your fan, _____" serious by @hwaightme this series holds a special spot in my heart, it is such a fun twist to see ateez as the fans. First thought- an absolutely adorable series but it touches on so much more and I don't know how to put it into words. Truly a must read!!
Babysitting aniteez by @ateezlibrary just adorable, so much fluff that I get cuteness aggression. Atz with baby teez is- AHHHH T-T ♡
ATEEZ X ANGST TROPES by @the-midnight-blooms if you're a fan of different angst tropes READ THIS!! Together we get to explore heartbreak in 8 different ways T-T (yes I'm sane- I just like to let my emotions out with my readings :3 )
The Way To Heart SPINOFF series by @edenesth JUST AMAZING T^T now I am guilty of not finishing but this is seriously too good to ignore. The way everyone learned how to love how they all came together to see a brighter and more love filled future just does something to your heart. I find myself fantasizing about this series (๑♡⌓♡๑)
Hongjoong:
Hard Times by @last-words-ofashootingstar (currently an ongoing series) Step-dad Joong, yandere, angst, smut- okay warnings out of the way... LITERAL CHEF'S KISSES!! (If you are into these darker concepts- and well I am :3)
Until I die... By @bunny-hwa ANGST- if you need a good cry and a small excuse to be a little violent, read this!! I had to pause so many times while reading this cause the emotions got too real (was this close to yeeting my phone across the room) warning tho... Joong's a cheater and reader has a terminal illness ಥ╭╮ಥ
Undying Bonds by @edenesth Zombie apocalypse au~ Joong sacrifices so much to go and get everyone back together during this nightmare but while doing this he leaves his love behind with his best friend (Hwa) in hopes of ensuring her safety... I DON'T WANT TO SPOIL MUCH BUT READ IT PLEASE (๑•﹏•)
Seonghwa:
Baby series by @last-words-ofashootingstar MY LITERAL KRYPTONITE- The hold this series has on me, like I will drop any and everything for this series. This does revolve around topics like yandere, littles, and it is on the darker side but it's so well executed. (There is smut as well) I've been in love with this series for so long, back before it is the series that it is today, back when it was just "Baby" and "Medicine". At the time I had no idea it would grow to the series it is today, like I was so hooked that I found myself making my own fanfiction in my head about it (╥﹏╥)
Borrowed Time series by @wooyoungiewritings in love with this one!! You'll feel like you have just watched a kdrama- I seriously don't know how else to word it. The reader is in a horrible marriage, the husband wants it open and everything is great when it's only him dating but he obviously gets jealous when she starts dating someone else (his boss who's 100x better :3) the emotional rollercoaster is so real with this one but so worth it T~T
Long exposure by @hwaightme dark themes, smut, angst, warnings out of the way- OH MY GAWD. I'm speechless but to see the breaking of Wooyoung and the reader's relationship and how the reader gained comfort and confidence to walk away with Hwa's help (even though it's not the most appropriate- still love it tho) left me with my jaw dropped.
Letters I didn't send by @lcvejjoong ANGST!! Cheating hwa + terminally ill reader... The way the reader chose to love is just gut-wrenching, to choose to be in love in these circumstances just wasn't fair. Reader deserved better and Hwa didn't deserve that level of grace ಥ╭╮ಥ
How we live in Tokyo + pt.2 @yeoslattes SMUT, some angst in pt.2, overall adult topics in both- RACER HWA!! He may be a little toxic and all kinds of stupid (in a loving way) but it hits @~@
Love in slow motion by @hwaslayer biting my fist- the way Hwa loves the reader is seriously so precious. His unwavering devotion and support has me as a weak puddle on the floor!! Reader is a bit oblivious on Hwa's unwavering love and it's so painful but makes for such a good read🥀
Royal Library by @nczennie ft.Wooyoung. Arranged marriage between royals. The princess was supposed to fall for the prince but instead she falls for his royal secretary... Literally screamed into my pillow reading this!! The fight for actual love over an arranged marriage had me in the floor just- andhsjsjqjaashaj (๑♡⌓♡๑)
You're the one that I Want series by @ateezmakemeweep if you're a fan of Grease you have to read this!! HOWEVER please know that this is truly a story of its own, besides the summer love trope from Grease, this truly is its own work. Hwa is an idiot (and a bit of an ass) but he'll redeem himself. The reader tho- I JUST WANNA HUG HER ಥ_ಥ
Playing with Fire series by @ateezmakemeweep sugar daddy Hwa- what more do I need to say? Joking (not really)- this story has an iron grip on me, whenever I introduce my friends to the wonderful world of Tumblr fics I ALWAYS recommend this one (◕ᴗ◕✿) the suggestiveness, the smut, the angst, the fluff- the combination of everything makes this work worth it!! A must read :3
Undying Bonds by @edenesth Zombie apocalypse au~ while his best friend (Joong) goes out to find all the members, sacrificing his life and so much more, Joong has to leave his love behind in Hwa's care... Hwa secretly loves her too (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)... Read to find out what happens :3 (no spoilers sorry)
The Way to His Heart series by @edenesth GENERAL HWA- literally had me clawing my wall for that alone... ANYWAYS- this emotional rollercoaster this story takes you on is unmatched. The general learning how to love his wife and for Lady Park (his arranged wife) to heal from all her wounds and learning about her own self worth just- had me in tears at some moments. Together they created something so beautiful (╥﹏╥)
Yunho:
One Day at a Time by @sorryimananti-romantic ft.Hwa. War time au, Yunho and Hwa go to war but only Yunho returns... And Yunho keeps his last promise to Hwa. Amidst all the heartache a new love is formed ಥ‿ಥ (yes it had me feeling emotions)
Wooyoung:
Just casual by @peacheeeliz (smau) fwb to lovers~ Wooyoung is such an idiot in the most frustrating (yet somehow still very lovable even if you wanna throttle him for a hot minute) way!! Woo is DOWN BAD just give him a minute to accept it :3
Enhypen~
OT7:
Written in Ink by @jaysguitarstring (ongoing series~) angst!! I know it's currently ongoing but so far each apology letter we've received is a different kind of pain- emotions will be high with this one ಥ‿ಥ
Kissing my best friend by @hoon4lia TikTok trend home right with the boys!! Friends to more ( ◜‿◝ )♡
Hyunh Line smaus:
No explanation needed for these- just crack and laughs!!
I Can't Pay the Rent by @hoonieyun
Who Taught you That? by @hoonieyun
Lets breakup... by @hoonieyun
Response time: .025 seconds by @hoonieyun
A Silly Test of Trust by @hoonieyun
Emergency Contact by @hoonieyun ↖️
Heeseung:
Funeral pyre - by @peacheeeliz (smau) DOWN BAD HEESEUNG- need I say more? In the most loving way possible, when I say I want a loser THIS is exactly what I mean :3
Highness by @heesngirl (SMUT) king + Queen- just the control hee has here is leaving me speechless 🥀
Hoodie Boogie by @songbirdseung so cute!! Oversized hoodie are all we want (๑♡⌓♡๑)
Please Leave by @songbirdseung heeseung here is just anshajsjqjs!!! His possessiveness has me weak 🫠
Kill me girl by @songbirdseung lmao I love seeing her scared of his wife (in the cutest and most loving way possible) (๑♡⌓♡๑)
Triage by @maiverie I love any story with a good loser lead!!! Popular girl teaching loser hee how to date... The way they change each other for the better ಥ‿ಥ
Hope-less by @star-sim This one is seriously so cute!! Hee crushing on oblivious reader is what I live for!! (He's so down bad- I LOVE IT) Everyone knows about Hee's crush except her, it becomes an entire classes effort to push them together T~T
Second hand heaven by @nephynes smut, angst, mental illness, adult topics~ schizophrenic Heeseung who's first love is the piano. Reader comes in and changes so much for him- the emotions this one hits is insane ಥ╭╮ಥ
Jay:
Always by @hoonieyun (smau) I see the inspo from Jay's always cover and I'm LIVING for it!! Cute and a little funny cause the reader is hotheaded (very relatable) and like low-key down bad Jay :3
Please be real by @ja3yun rekindling exe's!! Angst, smut~ the hold this angst piece has on me... Jay is just- he's so- AHSHAJAAKZANSJ!!!! The birthday tradition, the longing, THE LOVE- I'm weak! Seriously no one touch me Ó╭╮Ò
Cat Meow-tchmaker by @hoonieyun (smau) LIVE, LOVE & STAN COLONEL POOPIE!!! Who knew a cat could do so much in the world of romance (✯ᴗ✯)
21st Century Girl by @hoonvrs (smau) the boys are so stupid it's so cute!! Jay struggling to prove he has a girlfriend is a new fave concept of mine (๑♡⌓♡๑)
Jake:
Texts with down bad Jake @hoonieyun (smau) ANYTIME there's a story with down bad Jake I'M SOLD- he's so cute it's unbelievable ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Your Eyes Only by @hoonieyun (smau) reader and Jake are both equally down bad and losery for each other that it's literally everything!! From fake proposals & the tickle monster to the real deal 🥹
Almond Croissant by @hoonieyun (smau) even though he can't cook we love a man that tries (๑♡⌓♡๑)
Undone by @nephynes smut, a bit of angst, adult topics~ out of Jake's friends only Jay is a real one!! ಠ︵ಠ The boys may think that Jake isn't getting anything but oh wrong they are 👄
Watermelon Sugar by @wonryllis 18+!! F Boy Jake is in love with his roommate but the idiot (in the most loving way) keeps sleeping with other girls... They're both so oblivious to their feelings for each other but the way he always puts her first has me weak ಥ‿ಥ
Sunghoon:
Newly Weds by @peacheeeliz (smau) unnecessarily funny!! Hoon and reader are both so oblivious- the entire chat can see what they're refusing to acknowledge!! (Jealous Hoon tho- jealous Hoon gives me life (≧▽≦) )
Noona by @hoonvrs (smau) down bad Hoon with older reader who is equally as down bad (she's just better at hiding it) the funniest and cutest love story ever (๑♡⌓♡๑)
Jungwon:
Would it Scare You? by @onlygarden smut, angst, comfort, darker themes~ the way Wonnie loves and protects the reader leaves me speechless!!! ⊙﹏⊙
Who's That Boy? by @hoonieyun (smau) influencer reader with shy Wonnie. An innocent love 🥹 (tho wonnie might end up being the better influencer 🤣)
Niki:
Chrome Hearts, Pink Hearts by @nyangsterz nonchalant Niki with hyper feminine reader~ it's so cute how Niki tries to fight off the girly touches to his space but ends up embracing it in his swag regardless (๑♡⌓♡๑)
Chrome Hearts by @yeonmuse (smau) down bad Niki!! I feel like that's enough reason to give this a read (I swear I'm weak for the down bad trope) but he's so attentive and his love/devotion to artist reader is heart warming (๑♡⌓♡๑)
jake's brain chemistry gets altered after he sees you covered in rose petals as you take a bubble bath with him.
w.c: 5.9k
themes: WARNING: smut, nakedness, p in v, grinding, cursing, gf!reader, bubble baths, jake gets aroused seeing you wet and is obsessed with your chest, breast sucking, reader being a tease, kinda dom!jake putting you in your place, this is my first smut idk how to tag this sobs
author's note: i wrote this fic a while ago but this is the revised and edited version & i decided to just repost it. this is a gift for my girl @simjakedly cuz i love her sm (everyone plz plz plz check out her works they're SO good). hope u like itttt nanda thanks for being my #1 on tumblr these past few months have meant a lot <3 (more notes at the end) (masterlist)
sim jaeyun has a problem.
at least he thinks he does. he's definitely gonna have to search this up online somewhere to check if this was normal or not.
his eyes travel up and down your neck that's in full view with your hair tied up, across your shoulders, and the cleavage and swell of your chest as far as his eyes could travel on, before being obscured by the soapy suds from the bubble bath you had forced him to take with you.
but it wasn't seeing you wet from the bath and covered in suds across from him that got to him.
well, that too. but what got him really twitching underneath the water... was seeing the rose petals that he had gotten you for date scattered across the water and resting allll over your skin, some big some small, marking you like moles that he just wanted to kiss over and over again.
you raised an eyebrow at him. your boyfriend had been quiet for a while, just staring intently at you with that look for a while, the look he gets when he doesn't know what to do with himself when you look so delicious and warm for him (which honestly, was all the time for jake).
you gave him a small smirk. "you ok over there?" you called out teasingly.
that seemed to snap the man momentarily out of his thoughts. the boy blinked, eyes travelling up from the rose petals and suds around your neck, coming up to meet your eyes.
jake huffed out a sigh, leaning back against the edge of his side of the tub and sinking a little bit beneath the water, legs opening to go on either side of your waist where you sat opposite to him.
he gave you an annoyed look.
"why the hell are you sitting all the way there? why aren't you on my lap?" he grumbled.
you let out a small hum as you lifted your arms up from the water. stray, wet red petals sticking to your skin as you stretched them above your head, arching your back and puffing out your chest a little as you let out a small moan.
"but i'm so comfortable on this side~" you said in a teasing tone, acting innocent despite the cheeky smile you made no effort of hiding on your face
jake's eyes immediately went up to your arms before immediately falling back to your chest. your nipples were so, so close to being revealed, but the darn bubbles still kept you barely hidden from his hungry eyes.
your smirk widened. your boyfriend was just so obvious sometimes.
you brought your hands down slowly to caress your neck and shoulders before floating over your chest.
"besides, i think you like the view from rightttt over there, hmm~?" you chuckle, dragging the petals down your skin and over the swell of your chest, bringing them over your nipples and giving your right breast a little squeeze, lifting them over the bubbles so that he could get a better look.
jake's eyes darkened and his breathing and heart rate stuttered, eyes narrowing and darkening as he let out a little growl.
"the fuck are you doing?" he snarls, feeling his member twitching beneath the water, the telltale signs of him getting hard.
"hmm?" you feign, sitting up straighter and tilting your head at him. "i'm just relaxing jakey. are you not right now? is the water too hot for you?"
jake's eye twitched. "don't act like you don't know what you're doing." he said accusingly. "your sitting there all wet, covered in the roses i bought you for our date today, and you think my mind isn't screaming at me right now?"
you slowly traced his calf under the water next to you, running your fingers up and down his leg.
"and just what is your mind screaming at you exactly?" you tease, licking your lips, his gaze falling on the shine of your lips.
the ends of jake's mouth tugged down into a scowl, the top half of his body moving up to grab you.
"why don't you get over here so i can show yo-"
he's suddenly cut off as you bring your right leg up, placing it on his chest and stopping him from leaning towards you, your smile widening as you felt him freeze. you leaned back on the tub's other edge and gently applied pressure on his chest with your feet, making him lean back.
"hasty aren't we?" you tsk, watching the restraint in his eyes waver. he let you push him back, his eyebrows furrowing even more. you ran your foot down his chest, feeling it heaving, warm breaths falling over your foot as you dragged it down and down, stopping right over his member that you knew would be hard.
jake gave you a look that screamed 'watch it', before you're gently pressing down on him. you gave a sly smirk at the groan that escaped him and watched the water slosh around from the movement of his hips bucking up, watching him lean forward and hang his head, breathing in and out faster now.
he staggered in another shaky inhale as he looked at you through his hair that fell over his eyes.
"you think you're funny?" he hissed, yet made no move to move you, his hand coming down to massage your foot resting on his dick. "'think it's my turn to laugh now baby."
you tilted your head, feeling yourself become wetter between your own legs despite the water surrounding you. you sat up and grabbed a petal floating between you two. without breaking eye contact, you lifted it and gave it a slow, soft kiss. jake's eyes followed the movement, grip tightening on your foot.
your other hand lifted and brushed away the petals over your chest, now giving your boyfriend a full view of your wet breasts, bringing down the petal you kissed to caress over one of your nipples, feeling it harden and perk up at the softness of the flower.
you heaved out a sigh, bringing it back up and then flicking it at his face. you tried not to laugh at the stunned look on jake's face.
"that funny enough for you?"
you let out a yelp as your suddenly dragged forward by your foot, falling chest to chest against jake, the soapy water sloshing back and forward and spilling a little over the edge of the bathtub.
jake slams his lips over you before you could tease him any further, one arm going behind your head to grip your hair and the other winding low around your waist, moving you to forcefully grind down on his hard member.
you gasp against his lips and jake growls, diving back into you with his tongue, licking your lips and tongue furiously and just as furiously bucking his hips up into you, feeling your thick wetness seeping out and coating him. you whimper at the feeling, arms winding around his neck as you kissed him back harder, letting him take the lead.
he pulled your hair to tug your face away from him, tilting it upwards so that he could look down at you with a flushed, angry look.
"not laughing anymore huh? cat got your tongue?" he snarled. his eyes fell from your blushing cheeks down to your neck and chest where a few petals remained stuck on your skin. he's tilting your head back even more and opened his mouth to bite you right where the roses where, tongue coming out in between bites and kisses to lick at them as he began placing hickies on your warm skin.
he grinded you down harsher, growling at every little shaky mewl and whine that fell from your lips.
"god you look so fucking good." he groaned. "so wet and pretty, covered in roses. just for me, yeah baby? gonna let me cover you in marks the same colors as the roses, won't you?"
you let out another high pitched moan as you felt jake's sucking increase, feeling him playing with the petals over every patch of skin he sucked hickies over.
his dark eyes are hazy with lust, tracking every shift of your body through half-lidded gaze. watching as rose petals cling to your damp skin before he claims each spot with his teeth.
his voice is wrecked as he speaks.
"fuck. riding me like this while I mark you up? so pretty covered in wet roses baby... ughh..."
his hands grip your hips tighter when you grind down particularly hard, a groan tearing from his throat as water sloshes over the edge. the bathwater does nothing to hide how badly he wants you, not with his cock twitching under that perfect heat between your thighs.
he leans forward to catch a petal stuck to your collarbone between his teeth before sucking another bruise right over it.
"gonna make sure... every petal leaves a mark." he nips at your pulse point. "my fucking artwork."
jake pulls back just enough for you both to watch one single red petal drift between where your bodies are nearly joined, only for him snap his hips up sudden and rough, sending it swirling away in the ripples before sealing his mouth over yours in filthy claim.
the bathroom is thick with steam, the scent of roses and vanilla scented bubbles clinging to the damp air. jake leans back against the sloped tub, water sloshing gently as your thighs bracket his hips, fingers tracing idle patterns over your slick skin where rose petals stick like temporary tattoos. his eyes are black with want, tracking how each slow grind of your hips makes more petals float around in soapy ripples.
his voice is almost a ruined rasp. "look at you… fucking showing off now." his palm splays possessively over your stomach when you arch into another roll of your hips. "pretty girl putting on a whole damn performance-"
the words cut off in a hissed curse as you grind down again on him, bubbles frothing between where your bodies are joined. one of his fingers trace a petal near your perked nipple before he's slowly leaning down and licking it before encasing the bud with his lips, using his tongue to drag it towards your nipple so that he could clamp his lips around it and sucking hard, causing you to let out another drawled whimper as you grind down in jerks.
jake's heart skips a beat as he feels your body respond, of your whimper vibrating against his lips still sealed around your nipple. the bathwater sloshes wildly as you jerk against him, sending petals swirling in chaotic circles around your tangled forms. his mouth is still working at your skin, voice muffled and rough as he chokes out, "fuck, that's it- squirm on me. justtt like that…"
his free hand slips between you, but not before snagging a stray floating petal, thumb finding your clit with ruthless precision and using the petal to press over your pearl while his teeth scrape over the pebbled peak he'd just been sucking. the dual sensation has you gasping and eyelids fluttering, hips stuttering in ragged little circles as pleasure coils tight in your gut.
you took in a deep breath and scoffed, leaning forward to be chest to chest and wrestling your arms around his neck, causing him to pause his rubbing on your clit as he gives you a suspicious look.
"careful now," you whispered leaning into his ear, right hand lifted to slowly twirl his hair with your fingers. "we wouldn't want you to be alone in this tub now do we?"
jake's jaw tightened and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "try leaving this tub and see where that gets you. i fucking dare you." he said in a low tone, clear warning laced in his tone.
you let out a little giggle, giving another slow rock over his member that had him clenching his fists. leaning over to hold your face above your boyfriend's, lips skimming his in a near kiss.
"oho~ is that a challenge?~" you purred, tugging on his hair with the hand that was twirling the strand.
nostrils flaring, the boy's dark eyes flashed with a dangerous mix of arousal and irritation at your teasing. that little tug on his hair sent a shockwave straight to jake's cock, making him twitch beneath you in the water. his jaw clenched tighter, instincts bristling at being taunted.
"you think this is funny, testing me?" he rumbled through gritted teeth.
letting out a him and pretending to think with a tilt off your head, you looked down at him with a sly smile. "well, just a teeny tiny bit." you leaned back down to litter his face with kisses, shivering a little as the movements caused you to grind over his fingers that were still frozen over my nub.
one second you were peppering his face with kisses, the next you were being yanked forward. jake's lips crashed against yours in a searing, possessive kiss that stole your breath, teeth nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to sting before his tongue invaded. the water sloshed violently as he hauled you fully onto his lap, one hand gripping the back of your neck like a vice while the other slid down to squeeze your ass roughly.
he broke the kiss to growl heavily on your lips
"teasing me? bad fucking idea."
then without warning, he flipped you around so fast bubbles flew everywhere. now it was your back pressed against jake's chest as the steamy air hit exposed skin for half a second before his mouth latched onto that sensitive spot where shoulder meets neck and sucked bruise after bruise into existence over where rose petals stuck there earlier.
he kissed up your neck and bit your ear lobe, opening his eyes to spot another stray petal floating in the water and grabbed it in a flash with his left hand with ease, bringing it back down to your clit where his thumb began rubbing the rose petal in slow, maddening circles, just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble but never enough to truly push you over. his other hand splays possessively across your hipbone, fingers digging in just shy of painful when you gasped and tried to grind down for more friction, one hand of yours gripping his thigh and the other ineffective holding the wrist off the hand that was running the petal on you.
he tutting mockingly into your ear. "aww, what's wrong? thought you could tease me all night and now this is all it takes?" his free hand drags up your ribcage to flick an exposed perked nipple.
the petal finally shreds from the relentless friction against your clit, leaving a smear of pink pigment on flushed skin. jasper doesn't miss a beat, replacing it immediately with two fingers pressed together tight, resuming that same torturous pace while his cock throbs neglected beneath the water.
a broken moan escapes you, confidence suddenly diminishing as you jerk on his lap, grinding yourself down more on his now fully erect heard on.
jake felt your sudden shift, the way your teasing bravado crumbled into desperate, shuddering need against him. a dark, satisfied smirk curled his lips as he watched the back of your neck flush pink with every drag of his fingers over that oversensitive bundle of nerves.
"look at you… whining for me now." jake said, voice dripping with condescension and lust. "where'd all that sass go?" he bit down on the slope of your shoulder. not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make you jerk.
his two-fingered torture continued mercilessly; circles so light they were almost a taunt until finally he pressed down, firm and unrelenting while simultaneously grinding his hips up in one rough thrust beneath the water, letting you feel exactly how painfully hard he was. the friction alone had him gritting teeth.
the petal remnants floated around the two of you like pink confetti as steam rose off your bodies. jake's breathing ragged behind you while you squirmed pathetically between tortured pleasure he controlled entirely.
you turned around in his lap and leaned forward, draping your heaving wet chest against his and breathing hard, stuffing your face into his neck and beginning to pepper slow kisses into his neck, not pausing in your squirming but grinding down harder onto his fingers and wrapping wet hands around his neck.
you dragged your plump lips up his neck and kissed his ears that you knew were sensitive, nipping at his right ear lobe.
"sass is still there handsome." you breathed into his ear, threading and twirling your fingers through his hair and giving it a sharp tug, warmth blooming through your body from him hissing sharply and feeling his fingers twitch beneath your legs, loosing their rhythm. "bet you wanna fuck it righttt outta me, dontcha~"
jake's breath hitched violently the second your teeth grazed his earlobe, that one spot that always wrecked him. his fingers stuttered against you, rhythm breaking completely as a sharp hiss escaped through clenched teeth. the tug on his hair sent electric jolts down his spine, making every muscle in his body lock up for half a heartbeat.
"fuck-" his hips jerked upward involuntarily, chasing friction where he badly he needed it.
the smugness radiating off you was maddening. he loved it, loved how bold and bratty you got when teasing him. but right now? it was fucking lethal. his eyes burned into the side of your face as steam curled between you two; water sloshing wildly with each restless shift of either of their bodies.
you giggled, actually giggled at him.
jake's pupils dilate.
you brought a hand down to grasp the one teasing your clit, lifting it into the exposed air between you two, kissing his fingers one by one, nuzzling into the digits.
"my man really was such a gentleman today." you whispered lovingly, a genuine smile replacing my smug one this time. "took such good care of me, didn't you jakey?~"
jake's chest tightened at the sudden shift in your tone. the teasing edge melting into something softer, sweeter. the way you kissed each of his fingers so tenderly made something warm and possessive unfurl in his gut.
his thumb brushed your lower lip, watching with quiet intensity as water droplets slid down your cheeks from damp hair. the rose petals were wilting around you both. pink blooms sinking sadly into cloudy bathwater.
he cleared his throat, gulping.
"yeah… i-i did."
you hummed, taking his thumb tracing your lips into your mouth, licking it before giving it a harsh suck.
a trail of saliva connected between his thumb and your lips as you took it out of your mouth, looking at him from beneath lashes.
"hmm... thinking of giving him a reward. buttt i still wanna tease him a little. maybe i should leave him alone in this bathtub so he couldd take care of himself. does seeing me in wet petals do the trick for you jakey? is that all it takes?~"
jake's breath stuttered, his entire body going rigid as he watched the obscene string of saliva stretch between your lips and his thumb. his dark eyes tracked the glistening connection. hypnotized by it until you broke it with your words and that sinful little smirk.
for a second, jake just stared.
then something in him snapped.
the hand that you had been kissing and sucking went to grip your neck, a surprised gasp escaping your lips as you felt his fingers tighten, thumb pressing into your pulse point.
he pulled you forward, looming over your face as you stared up at him wide eyed.
a raw, dark look fell over his features, and you gulped this time in nervousness.
jake flexed his fingers around your throat, and he felt it bob up and down from unsurety. his grip tightened just slightly. not enough to hurt, but enough that you felt the promise of control in his hold. his gaze dropped to your throat, watching the frantic flutter of your pulse beneath his fingertips like a predator mesmerized by prey.
no words. just heat. just possession.
the water lapped quietly around you both as jake slowly but deliberately leaned down until his lips hovered a hair's breadth from yours, breath mingling with yours in thick tension.
the air between you crackled. every second stretched thinner and thinner with anticipation.
he looked over you, eyes half lidded now. there was a few seconds of silence before his lips moved.
a simple, hushed, "okay" was all you heard, and before you could process or question anything, his other free hand gripped your waist before he's suddenly slamming you down on his dick.
the sudden, brutal thrust knocked the air from your lungs. jake's cock sinking into you in one punishing motion.
water sloshed violently over the tub's edge as his grip on your waist turned bruising, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks while he held you flush against him.
jake didn't speak.
he just moved.
hips jerking up sharply beneath you with zero finesse, pure control taking over. the wet slap of skin on skin echoed off tile walls as steam curled around both of your bodies. jaw clenched tight, eyes screwed shut like he was fighting not to lose it completely right then and there.
every ragged breath escaped through gritted teeth. the pleasure almost too much after teasing each other for so damn long.
his control was hanging by a thread. each upward snap of your boyfriend's hips drove you deeper into winding pleasure, waves crashing against the tub's porcelain sides with every rough thrust. his free hand, the one not still circling your throat, gripped your waist, veins popping along his forearm from restraint.
he wasn't gentle. this wasn't sweet or slow. it was claiming. every ragged breath that punched out of him sounded like a growl. every time he bottomed out inside you, it sent ripples through both your bodies and splashed more rose petals onto wet tile floors.
the bath had long since lost its relaxing atmosphere. now it just felt feverish and electric between panting breaths.
jake's breath came in short, controlled grunted gasps, each one hot against your damp skin as he continued to pound into you with relentless intensity as he chased the friction.
his thumb stroked your throat, not squeezing anymore, just a possessive touch while his other hand slid down to grip your ass hard, helping each brutal thrust upward. every time he bucked his hips up like this? it sent a shockwave through both of you. the wet slap echoing louder than before.
you gasped at the intense pounding, both hands clattering to grip the one squeezing your neck. "j-jake!" you moaned, whining as he squeezed slightly. "nghhh... w-wait!"
but he still didn't say anything.
jake ignored your pleas. not out of cruelty, but because his mind was drowning him. the way you gasped his name like that? the desperate whine in your voice? the wet roses he oh so charmingly brought for you clinging onto your skin reminding him of the hickies he loved leaving on your skin? all that only fueled the fire.
his grip on your throat tightened a fraction while his other hand clamped down harder on your ass, forcing you to take every single punishing thrust with no reprieve. water sloshed onto the floor in messy waves. half of the bubbles long since dissipated from all movement.
he was lost. lost in the heat of skin and water and sweat. lost chasing that high only your body could give him.
no words came from the boy… just guttural sounds tearing from his chest with each snap of hips upward.
the rhythm of hulk of his body beneath you became erratic. thrusts turning sloppier, more desperate as the coil in jake's stomach tightened to a breaking point. the grip on your throat loosened entirely now, hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head instead, fingers tangling in wet hair.
he brings his face even closer, and you think you're about to kiss but then he stops just a shy breath away from connecting your lips. he just tilts his head towards you until your forehead connects, noses touching but still not fucking kissing you.
"you gonna tease me again?" he asks in a low and deep, serious tone, making you feel the vibrations as you lose your mind, clutching desperately at his chest.
you tried to keep eye contact, but the feeling of your orgasm creeping up and the way he was fucking into your body knocked all air out of you. "w-what- hnnngghhh ughhhhh!!" you get cut off by a harsh and deep pound that bounced you hard on his lap, grinding onto him more as your pussy clench harder around him.
jake's lips curled into something feral, a smirk that wasn't quite a smile, more of a predator baring teeth. the second you clenched around him like that, his entire body shivered.
he felt it. felt the way your walls fluttered, the telltale tension coiling in your belly that you were close. and jake? he was going to make damn sure you fell first.
without breaking eye contact or foreheads, he shifted just slightly, adjusting the angle so his next thrust hit even deeper, right where it would wreck you most, making you cry out. at the same time, his free hand slid between your bodies and pressed two fingers hard against your clit again. not teasing this time, but ruthless. rubbing tight circles with perfect pressure while still pounding into you from below.
the water trembled violently with each movement and jake let out a deep sigh that ended with a growl.
"i said..." a harder thrust "you gonna tease me again? my baby gonna give me what i want next time? or am i gonna have to punish her?"
his voice was pure gravel. low, dangerous, and vibrating with the weight of his dominance. each word punctuated by another brutal thrust that made your vision blur at the edges.
the threat in his tone wasn't empty. he could see it. the way your body trembled on the edge, how every nerve ending sparked from overstimulation. but he wanted words. wanted you to admit you'd tease him again… or beg for forgiveness.
either way? you were gonna get it.
his fingers on your clit pressed harder, enough that it burned in a good-bad way. and when he spoke again? it came out as a dark purr right against your lips.
"answer me y/n."
you shivered at the power that rolled over him, deciding that caving in right now seemed better then denying either of yours' release any longer.
you choked, lips trembling to get the words out. "gonna.... mmhmm... g-gonna be good. n-no more... huhhh... fu-uchkkk teasing- j-jake. please... im s-so close!"
the second those desperate, pleading words left your lips, jake's entire expression shifted. something primal and satisfied flashing in his dark eyes. that was all the confirmation he needed.
he rewarded you immediately.
the hand on your clit switched from punishing to perfect. fingers moving in slick, quick circles that matched the brutal pace of his hips. every thrust now aimed directly at that sweet spot inside you. every snap of his pelvis calculated to push you closer and closer to the edge.
a rough groan tore from jake's chest as he felt how tightly you clenched around him. your body betraying just how close it really was. steam still curled off both sweaty bodies, the water long gone lukewarm but neither cared.
jake felt the exact moment you shattered, your body tensing like a bowstring before snap, a broken cry tore from your lips as your orgasm ripped through you, waves crashing over every nerve. jake didn't slow down. not even for a second. he rode it out with you, hips still pistoning upward to milk every last shudder and twitch from your overstimulated body. but he wasn't far behind. the way you clenched around him in those aftershocks and the desperate little whimpers spilling from swollen lips sent him hurtling closer toward his own release with zero mercy.
his thrusts grew jagged, less controlled and then suddenly, he was flipping the both of you over, the front of your chest crashing into the edge of the tub with your hands gripping the edge and head dangling over, breasts pressed to the cool porcelain as jake grasped your hips from behind, lifting them up and looming over you, continuing his pounding to chase his release.
jake's breathing was ragged, his muscles coiled tight as a spring with the effort of holding back, just long enough to savor the way your body yielded beneath him. water dripped from his bangs onto your shoulder blades as he leaned over you, one hand braced on the tub's edge while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints.
the sound of skin hitting wet skin echoed off tiles, alongside jake's guttural groans right by your ear every time hips collided.
his release hit him like a lightning bolt, white-hot and electric. a strangled groan ripped from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering wildly just as his orgasm tore through him, finishing and dumping everything he had inside you.
for a few heartbeats, he just shuddered above you, every muscle locked tight as pleasure wracked his body.
he didn't pull out. not yet. instead, jake slumped forward, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades and panted against your damp skin like a man who'd just run miles without stopping.
the silence that followed was thick… only broken by heavy breathing and occasional drips echoing in steamy bathroom air.
he stayed like that for a long moment. forehead resting against your back, both yours breathing slowly evening out as the aftershocks of pleasure subsided. the water had gone completely still now, just quiet.
eventually, jake pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder blade. then another to the curve of your spine. just affection in the form of light touches while catching his breath. the steam had long since dissipated leaving just warm humid air between both bodies, but your boyfriend made zero move pull away yet.
you felt him begin to slowly press kisses on your neck and shoulder blades, before he's finally pulling out.
the australian exhaled a slow, content sigh as he finally eased out of you, careful to avoid any sudden movements that might startle or overwhelm. his lips trailed one last kiss up the slope of your neck before straightening slightly.
the water was getting cold.
he reached over to turn on the faucet again, adjusting the temperature back to warm so fresh water could fill in where it had been displaced from all movement earlier. bubbles started reforming on surface, and rose-scented steam curling upward once more.
jake trailed his hands down your body till the landed on your hips, and gently turned you around, his hands warm and careful as they guided your body to face him. his dark eyes, still slightly hazy with lingering pleasure, scanned your face, taking in every detail. the flush on your cheeks till the damp strands of hair stuck to forehead.
you both looked at each other for a few seconds in silence, before he lowers his eyes down to your slow heaving chest, watching it rise up and down, eyes locking onto the bubbles and what's left of the rose petals clinging to your skin like a lifeline.
without a word, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. and then he's burying himself slowly into you again.
the kiss started gentle, almost sweet. but jake couldn't resist deepening it. his lips moved against yours with quiet hunger, the taste of water and shared breath mixing between you. one hand cradled the back of your head while the other slid down to press against your lower back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between.
you broke the kiss with a groan, feeling your walls weakly flutter and grip him, still wonderfully sensitive. "easy boy." you scolded him like you would a dog, flicking his forehead.
jake scrunched his nose at the forehead flick but ignored your scolding.
instead of easing up like a sane person would, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, lips brushing over damp skin as he inhaled deeply. the rose scent clung to both of you now; sweet and floral mixed with sweat.
then he's lifted your right leg slightly, hooking it over hip so he could kiss down your jawline then lower.
lips traced a slow, worshipful path down your collarbone, each kiss lingering just a second longer than the last. his teeth grazed lightly over your shoulder
a full-body tremor ran through you at the sensation that had jake smirking against your skin. smug bastard. he knew exactly what he was doing. knew how sensitive you were post-orgasm.
his hands slid around to grip either side of waist as continued mapping kisses lower down then dipping toward chest with no hurry whatsoever.
he took his time. kissing every inch of exposed skin like he was memorizing it. when he reached the curve of your chest, his lips hovered just above one peaked nipple, breath warm against damp skin.
then finally he closed the distance. a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your nipple first, then a teasing lick. not quite sucking yet. just tasting an savoring how sensitive you were after everything that had happened.
his hands squeezed gently at your hips all while doing this, keeping you anchored close as steam curled lazily around both bodies once more.
you sighed in bliss, eyes closing and tilting your head to lean comfortably on the tub and running my hands through his hair, letting him do what he wanted.
jake melted into your touch. the way your fingers threaded through his damp hair sending little shivers down his spine. it felt nice, like something out of a daydream.
his lips finally sealed over one nipple, sucking gently at first, testing the sensitivity before gradually increasing pressure with each pull.
the warm water lapped around you both once more.
one of jake's hands slid up to cradle your neglected right breast, thumb brushing in slow circles while his mouth worked on the left one. the other hand remained on your hip, thumb absently stroking skin there in quiet rhythm. he switched to your other nipple after a few moments, treating it with the same devoted attention. kisses, licks, and soft sucks. every now and then he'd nip lightly with his teeth just to hear the little gasp it pulled from you.
at some point, jake leaned back slightly. only enough so he could press a proper kiss right on your lips again, softer this time. a slow brush of mouths that tasted like shared breath and love.
"next time..." he starts, leaning his whole body weight on top of you, grinning slowly as you scrunched your face at the feeling of himself nudging himself deeper inside, "just sit on my lap when i tell you to."
"sigh... yes sir...."
maybe next time you can beg jake to see him covered in wet petals too.
author's note: BAHAHAHA i'm actually so embarrassed right now GOODBYE- it's not that good it's my first time writing smut but i've really been wanting to write this one soooo yeah. idk how other writers write smut so well. hopefully this was good enough T_T
Just you tonight ; During a warm vacation at Niki’s family home, you find yourself caught between two extremes, the adorable, overly possessive three-year-old Minjun (Niki’s nephew), who has declared you as “his Noona,” and Niki’s relentless teasing and hunger for you. What starts as a lazy afternoon filled with Minjun’s cute jealousy quickly turns into a steamy, risky night as you and Niki sneak moments together while the entire family sleeps just down the hall.
word count; 4.2k
Warning : boyfriend!niki x fem!reader(gf), relationship stable, MDNI (18+), risky semi-public situations, Romance, Fluff + Smut Domestic Comedy, including oral sex ( f ) creampie ( unprotected ) , Reader discretion is advised.
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The lazy afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Niki’s living room, casting a warm golden glow over everything. It was already 4 PM, and the house was quiet except for the soft humming of the air conditioner and the occasional giggle from the little boy in your lap.
Minjun, Niki’s three-year-old nephew, had claimed you as his personal territory for the past hour. He sat comfortably on your thighs, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried in your chest as if letting go would mean losing you forever.
“Noona… stay,” he mumbled softly, his little fingers clutching your shirt.
You smiled, gently stroking his soft hair. “I’m not going anywhere, Minjunnie.”
But of course, peace never lasted long when Niki was around.
Niki leaned over the back of the couch with a mischievous grin, his sharp eyes sparkling with playful evil. “Yah, Minjun-ah,” he cooed in a sugary voice, reaching out to playfully ruffle the toddler’s hair. “Don’t you think it’s time to share Noona? She’s my guest, you know.”
Minjun’s head snapped up immediately. His chubby cheeks puffed out in anger as he swatted Niki’s hand away with surprising force.
“No!” he shouted, voice cracking with childish fury. “Noona is mine! Go away, Samchon!”
Niki laughed, clearly enjoying the reaction way too much. He reached again, this time pretending to try and lift Minjun off your lap. “But Samchon wants to hug Noona too~ She’s warm and soft, right?”
Minjun’s eyes started glistening with tears. His bottom lip trembled as he clung to you even tighter, burying his face deeper into your chest.
“Nooo! She’s my Noona!” he cried, voice wobbling. “You’re mean, Samchon! I hate you!”
You couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping your arms protectively around the little boy. “Niki, stop bullying him. Can’t you see he’s about to cry?”
Niki smirked, completely unbothered. He rested his chin on the couch cushion, eyes locked on you with that signature teasing glint.
“But look at his face! It’s so fun. Minjun-ah, if you cry, Noona will feel bad and leave you. Then she’ll only play with me.”
That was the final straw.
Minjun lifted his head, cheeks red and eyes watery, but filled with determination. He pointed a tiny finger straight at Niki’s face.
“If you take my Noona… I will… I will hit you! And I won’t share my toys with you ever again!” he declared bravely, even though his voice shook.
Niki burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “Aigoo, so scary! Our Minjunnie is a warrior now.”
You shook your head, amused but also a little sympathetic toward the poor toddler. You kissed the top of Minjun’s head gently.
“Don’t worry, baby. Noona is staying right here with you.”
Minjun sniffled, shooting one last angry glare at his uncle before relaxing in your arms again.
“…Samchon is stupid,” he whispered loudly enough for Niki to hear.
Niki gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Yah! That’s it. I’m stealing Noona tonight.”
Minjun immediately screamed, “NOOO!!” and hugged you like his life depended on it.
You laughed softly, caught in the middle of their adorable little war, secretly enjoying every second of it.
A few hours passed, and the quiet afternoon turned into a lively family gathering. Niki’s parents arrived first, their arms full of food and gifts. Soon after, his older sister showed up with her own little daughter clinging tightly to her mother’s legs, shyly hiding behind her. A couple of Niki’s siblings also came, filling the house with laughter, loud conversations, and the smell of home-cooked dinner.
Minjun refused to leave your side the entire evening, proudly introducing you as “my Noona” to everyone. Niki kept stealing teasing glances at you across the room, his eyes promising trouble later.
By nighttime, the house had finally settled. Everyone was tucked into their rooms, the lights were off, and the only sound was the occasional creak of the old wooden floors.
You were finally alone with Niki in his room, lying on his bed in the darkness. The silly conversations from earlier had faded into soft whispers and lingering touches.
“You were so cute today, getting all jealous over a toddler,” Niki teased quietly, his breath warm against your ear as he pulled you closer.
“Shut up,” you whispered back with a soft laugh. “He’s adorable. Unlike you.”
Niki smirked, his hand sliding under your shirt. “Yeah? Let me show you how not-adorable I can be…”
Before you could reply, he captured your lips in a deep kiss. Things escalated quickly. He tugged your shorts down along with your panties in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. You gasped as he moved lower, settling between your thighs.
“Niki… wait—there are so many people in the house,” you whispered urgently, your voice shaky.
He looked up at you with that dangerous playful glint. “Then you better stay quiet, baby.”
His mouth found you instantly — hot, wet, and relentless. He licked and sucked with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every reaction. Your back arched slightly as a whimper escaped your lips. You bit down hard on your knuckle, trying desperately to stay silent.
“Mmm… fuck, you taste so good,” Niki murmurs against you, his voice low and husky. He didn’t stop, his tongue moving faster, sucking harder on that sensitive spot.
You couldn’t hold back completely. Another soft, needy whimper slipped out, a little louder this time. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly.
“Niki… ah—slow down…” you breathed, barely audible.
He only hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through your body. Your thighs trembled around his head as the pleasure built.
Then — without warning — the bedroom door creaked open.
Your heart stopped.
Niki pulled back instantly, just in time, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Thank god the room was pitch dark. He quickly pulled the blanket over both of you.
A small figure stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. It was Minjun in his little dinosaur pajamas, clutching a stuffed toy.
“I heard someone crying…” the toddler said in a tiny, worried voice. “Noona… are you okay? Were you scared?”
You froze, heart pounding wildly. You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, trying to steady your breathing. Your body was still tingling from Niki’s touch.
Niki cleared his throat softly, keeping his voice calm. “Minjun-ah, it’s late. Go back to sleep. Noona is fine.”
Minjun stepped a little closer, squinting into the darkness. “But I heard noises… Was Noona having a bad dream?”
You stayed completely quiet, still covering your mouth, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Niki had to suppress a laugh.
“No bad dreams, buddy,” Niki whispered. “Noona is just… really tired. I’ll take care of her. Go back to bed, okay? Samchon will read you a story tomorrow.”
Minjun hesitated for a second, then nodded slowly. “Okay… Goodnight, Noona. Don’t cry anymore.”
He finally turned and padded away, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
The second the door shut, Niki buried his face in your neck, shaking with silent laughter. your heart was still racing, half from the almost getting caught and half from the lingering heat between your legs.
“Oh my god,” he whispered. “That was too close.”
You lightly smacked his shoulder, still breathless. “This is your fault! You forgot to lock the door, you idiot…”
Niki’s low chuckle vibrated against your neck as he hovered over you again, clearly amused by the whole situation.
“Little cockblocker,” he muttered playfully, lips brushing your skin.
You pushed at his chest lightly, still flushed and breathless. “Lock the door first…” you whispered urgently, your voice barely above a breath. “I swear, Niki, if he comes back again I’m going to die of embarrassment.”
Niki grinned in the darkness, that signature mischievous smirk you could practically feel even without seeing it. “Yes, ma’am.”
He quickly rolled off the bed and padded over to the door. You heard the soft click of the lock turning, followed by the faint sound of him sliding the small chain lock into place for extra safety.
“Happy now?” he teased as he crawled back onto the bed, hovering over you once more. The mattress dipped under his weight. “No more surprise visits from my jealous nephew.”
You nodded, pulling him down by his shirt. “Good. Now finish what you started before someone else decides to wander in.”
Niki’s eyes darkened with desire. “Bossy tonight, aren’t we?” He kissed you deeply, tasting slightly of you, before sliding back down your body. “Don’t worry… I’ll make sure you stay quiet this time.”
He yanked the blanket over his head and settled between your thighs again. His tongue returned with even more hunger — slow, wet strokes followed by firm suction that made your toes curl. You bit your lip hard, but a soft, needy whimper still escaped.
“Shhh,” he hummed against you, the vibration making you tremble. “There are so many people in this house, baby. You don’t want Minjun coming back thinking his Noona is crying again, do you?”
You covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rolled through you. “Niki… ah— you’re evil…”
He chuckled quietly, licking you even more deliberately, savoring every reaction. “But you love it.”
Your free hand tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The risk of getting caught again only made everything feel more intense. Every lick, every suck, every quiet little sound he made against your soaked core pushed you closer to the edge.
“Fuck… just like that,” you whispered breathlessly, barely keeping your voice under control.
Niki gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he devoured you like he’d been starving for it all day.
The pleasure hit you like a wave, crashing hard and sudden. Your thighs clamped around Niki’s head as you came intensely, back arching off the bed. A broken, desperate whimper slipped past your fingers despite your best efforts to stay quiet.
“Niki…!” you gasped, voice hoarse and trembling.
Your whole body shook with the aftershocks, breath coming in short, ragged bursts. You didn’t even give yourself time to recover. The second the strongest wave passed, you sat up slowly, eyes dark with need.
Niki barely had time to lift his head before you pushed him onto his back. Your hands moved quickly, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one eager motion, freeing his hard length. It sprang up, heavy and aching.
“Baby—” Niki started, surprised, but his words cut off into a low groan as you leaned down and took him into your mouth without hesitation.
You sucked him deeply, warm and wet, swirling your tongue around the tip before sliding further down. Niki’s hand flew to your hair, fingers threading through it tightly.
“Fuck… just like that,” he whispered, voice strained as he tried to keep quiet. “You’re so greedy tonight.”
You hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of your mouth working him, mixed with his quiet, ragged breathing. You took him as deep as you could, then pulled back to focus on the sensitive head, licking and sucking with messy enthusiasm.
Niki’s head fell back against the pillow, biting his lip hard. “Shit… slow down a little or I’m gonna lose it too fast,” he breathed, but his hand in your hair gently guided you, contradicting his words. “Everyone’s sleeping right down the hall… and you’re sucking me like you don’t care if we get caught.”
You pulled off just enough to whisper against his slick length, voice husky, “You started it… now shut up and enjoy it.”
Then you dove back down, hollowing your cheeks and taking him deeper. Niki’s free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as he fought to stay silent. A low, guttural groan escaped him anyway.
“You’re so fucking good at this… my perfect girl,” he praised breathlessly, eyes half-lidded in the dark. “Keep going just like that—ahh, yes…”
Your head bobbed steadily, one hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach. The risk of the locked door and the full house only made you more eager, sucking him harder, faster, determined to make him feel as good as he made you.
Niki’s breathing grew heavier, his hips starting to buck up slightly into your mouth. “Baby… if you keep doing that I’m not gonna last…”
You pulled back slightly, your lips glistening as you looked up at him in the dark. Your tongue darted out, licking slowly around the swollen tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive slit. Niki’s breath hitched sharply, his fingers tightening in your hair.
“Fuck… you’re really trying to kill me tonight,” he whispered, voice rough and low.
You gave him a small, naughty smile before wrapping your lips around the head again, sucking gently at first, then taking him deeper. Your hand stroked the base awhile your tongue swirled around him.
Niki’s hips jerked slightly. “Baby… shit, that feels so good.”
You kept your pace steady and wet, hollowing your cheeks every time you slid down. After a few moments, you pulled off just enough to whisper hotly against his throbbing length.
“Cum for me, baby…”
The words sent a visible shiver through him. Niki let out a quiet, broken groan, biting down hard on his lip to stay silent.
“You’re so dirty saying that” he breathed, eyes dark with lust. “You want me to cum in your pretty mouth?”
You answered by sucking him harder, faster, taking him as deep as you could while your hand pumped the rest of his shaft. Your tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock with every stroke.
Niki’s breathing became ragged. His abs tensed under your other hand as he fought to keep control.
“Fuck— I’m close… don’t stop,” he whispered desperately. “Just like that, baby. Gonna cum so hard for you…”
You moaned softly around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. His grip on your hair tightened as his hips stuttered.
“Shit— I’m cumming—”
He came with a low, choked groan, spilling into your mouth in thick pulses. You kept sucking gently through it, swallowing every drop while he trembled beneath you. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.
You finally pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips before crawling up his body. Niki immediately pulled you into a deep, messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against your lips, still breathing hard. “That was so fucking hot.”
You smiled, cuddling against his chest. “We should probably sleep before Minjun decides to come back for round two.”
Niki chuckled quietly, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Door’s locked. You’re all mine tonight.”
You stayed curled against Niki’s chest, both of you still breathing heavily in the dark room. The taste of him was still on your tongue, and the heat between your legs hadn’t faded at all. If anything, it had only grown stronger.
After a moment, you shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before whispering against his skin.
“M… what if we do it… just quick?”
Niki froze for half a second, then let out a low, surprised chuckle. His hand slid down your back and gripped your ass possessively.
“You’re really testing me tonight, huh?” he murmurs, voice husky. “My whole family is sleeping right down the hall and you want me to fuck you?”
You nodded shyly, hiding your face in his neck. “Just quick… I need you.”
That was all it took.
Niki flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion, settling between your legs. “Fuck, you’re so needy,” he whispered hotly, already lining himself up against your soaked entrance. “Alright, baby. Quick and quiet. Can you handle that?”
You bit your lip and nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He pushed in slowly at first, stretching you open with a deep groan that he quickly muffled against your shoulder. “So fucking wet… all for me.”
Once he bottomed out, he didn’t waste time. His hips started moving in fast, shallow thrusts — hard enough to make the bed creak softly but quiet enough not to wake anyone. You clung to his shoulders, biting down on your own arm to stay silent as pleasure shot through you with every stroke.
“Niki… ah— fuck…” you whimpered quietly, trying so hard to hold back your voice.
“Shhh, baby,” he breathed against your ear, pounding into you quicker. “You wanted it fast, remember? Take it like a good girl.”
His pace was relentless but controlled. Skin slapped quietly against skin under the blanket as he fucked you deep and fast. One of his hands reached between you to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back.
“You feel so good,” he groaned softly. “So tight… squeezing me so perfectly.”
Your nails dug into his back as the pressure built fast. The risk, the quickness, and how badly you both needed it made everything more intense.
“I’m close again—” you gasped, voice barely audible.
“Me too,” Niki panted, thrusting harder. “Cum with me, baby. Cum on my cock.”
A few more deep strokes and you both fell apart. You came hard, burying your face in his neck to muffle your moan. Niki followed right after, burying himself deep inside you with a quiet, shaky groan as he filled you up.
For a moment, you both just breathed heavily, tangled together and sweaty.
Niki kissed your forehead, still inside you. “That was supposed to be quick… but you feel too good,” he whispered with a lazy smile. “Next time I’m taking my time with you.”
After catching your breath for a few minutes, Niki kissed your shoulder and whispered, “We made a mess… let’s clean up before we actually get caught.”
You both quietly slipped out of bed. The house was dead silent as you tiptoed across the room. The second you stepped into the small attached bathroom and closed the door, Niki locked it — but the tension in the air was thicker now. The bathroom felt even more dangerous. Thin walls. Everyone sleeping just down the hallway. One loud sound and the whole house might wake up.
Niki didn’t give you time to think. He spun you around, pressing your front against the cold bathroom sink. You gasped softly as he yanked your oversized shirt up to your waist.
“Hold onto the sink,” he breathed against your ear.
You gripped the edge tightly. Niki lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm and holding it up high, spreading you open. The position was filthy and risky — you were completely exposed, balanced on one foot while he stood behind you.
He rubbed his hard cock against your slick folds once, then pushed in deep with one smooth thrust. Both of you let out quiet, shaky breaths.
“Fuck… still so wet,” he groaned under his breath, starting to move.
He fucked you from behind in deep, steady strokes, his hips snapping against your ass. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed softly in the small bathroom. You bit your lip hard, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but it felt so intense in this position.
“Niki… slow down—” you whispered breathlessly, but your body betrayed you, pushing back against him.
“Can’t,” he panted, gripping your raised thigh tighter, pounding into you harder. “You feel too fucking good like this.”
Your leg trembled in his hold as he drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. The mirror in front of you was starting to fog up. You could barely keep your moans in.
Suddenly, you turned your head, desperate for him. “Kiss me…”
Niki leaned forward without missing a beat, capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss. His tongue slid against yours as he kept fucking you, the angle making him go even deeper. The kiss muffled both of your sounds — wet, desperate, and needy.
You whimpered into his mouth as he thrust faster, his free hand reaching around to rub your clit.
“Quiet, baby,” he whispered against your lips, voice strained. “Unless you want Minjun to come knocking again… or my mom.”
The risky words only turned you on more. You kissed him harder, moaning softly into his mouth as pleasure built rapidly.
Niki’s grip on your leg tightened, his thrusts becoming sharper and deeper. “I’m close again… cum with me.”
A few more hard strokes and you shattered, biting down on his bottom lip to stay silent as your orgasm crashed over you. Niki groaned quietly into the kiss, burying himself deep as he came inside you, filling you up for the second time tonight.
You both stayed like that for a moment — leg still held up, his cock twitching inside you, breathing heavily against each other’s mouths.
Niki finally lowered your leg gently and kissed the back of your neck. “You’re addicted to danger now, huh?” he teased softly, a smirk in his voice.
You smiled weakly, legs still shaking. “Shut up and help me clean up before we get really unlucky…”
The next morning, sunlight peeked through the curtains as you quietly slipped out of Niki’s bedroom, still a little sore and trying to act normal. Your hair was slightly messy, and you were wearing one of Niki’s oversized shirts over your shorts, hoping no one would notice.
You barely took two steps into the hallway when you heard fast little footsteps.
“Noona!”
Minjun came running at full speed in his dinosaur pajamas, his face lighting up the second he saw you. He crashed into your legs, wrapping his tiny arms around you tightly like he’d been waiting all night.
“Noona! You’re awake!” he exclaimed, squeezing you as hard as his little arms could manage. “I missed you. Why did you sleep in Samchon’s room? You should sleep with me!”
Before you could even answer, he pulled back and lifted his arms toward you, making grabby hands.
“Carry me? Pleaseee?” His big round eyes were impossible to resist.
You smiled softly and bent down, lifting him onto your hip. Minjun immediately wrapped his arms around your neck and buried his face in your shoulder, sighing happily.
Niki stepped out of the room behind you, hair messy, smirking when he saw the scene. “Wow, I don’t even get a good morning hug?”
Minjun turned his head and stuck his tongue out at his uncle. “Noona is mine in the morning.”
Niki laughed quietly. “Jealous little guy.”
The three of you walked to the dining area where Niki’s family was already gathered for breakfast. His parents, older sister, and siblings were chatting around the big table filled with rice, grilled fish, soup, and side dishes.
His mom smiled warmly when she saw you carrying Minjun. “Good morning! Did you sleep well, dear?”
You felt your cheeks warm slightly, remembering exactly how little sleep you actually got. “Y-yes, I did. Thank you.”
Minjun refused to let you put him down. He stayed glued to your lap the entire time you sat at the table, even when you tried to reach for food. Every time Niki leaned closer to you or tried to talk to you, Minjun would dramatically hug your neck tighter.
“Samchon, go away,” Minjun mumbled, feeding you a piece of egg with his little spoon. “Noona is eating with me.”
Niki raised an eyebrow, amused. “Yah, Minjun-ah. You’re really declaring war this early in the morning?”
Minjun nodded seriously, cheeks puffed out. “Noona likes me more. Right, Noona?”
You gently stroked his hair, trying not to laugh. “You’re very special to me, Minjunnie.”
That answer seemed to satisfy him for about ten seconds before he looked up at you again with sparkling eyes.
“Tonight,” he declared loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “I want to sleep with Noona. In Noona’s room. Not with stupid Samchon.”
Niki nearly choked on his water. His older sister burst out laughing while his mom looked between all of you, clearly entertained.
“Oh? And why is that?” Niki asked, leaning forward with a teasing grin.
“Because…” Minjun hugged you tighter, “I heard Noona crying last night. She must be scared sleeping with you. So I will protect her and sleep next to her.”
The table went quiet for a second before everyone started laughing. You avoided Niki’s gaze. Niki, on the other hand, was biting his lip to stop himself from laughing too hard.
“Is that so?” Niki said, eyes full of mischief as he looked at you. “You heard her crying, huh?”
You lightly kicked his leg under the table.
Minjun nodded proudly. “Yes. So next time, Noona sleeps with me. Okay?”
His mom chuckled. “Minjunnie is so protective of his Noona.”
You kissed the top of Minjun’s head, still embarrassed but endeared. “We’ll see, baby. Now finish your breakfast.”
Minjun smiled victoriously and continued feeding you, completely unaware of how emmbrass you were.
Niki just smirked at you across the table, mouthing silently We’re definitely locking the door again tonight.
| (a/n): I got this song on replay allllll day, so I had to do something
| wc: 4,5k
Seoul looked unreal at night.
Maybe it was the rain against the windows of the van, turning every streetlight into blurred gold. Maybe it was the exhaustion sitting heavy in your bones after three consecutive performances that blended together in your mind. Or maybe it was him.
Hyunjin sat beside you in silence, one arm lazily stretched across the seat behind your head while the city rushed past outside. Your manager thought you were already back at the hotel. So did his.
You should have cared more.
“We should leave,” he suddenly said, voice low enough that it almost disappeared beneath the sound of the road. “Like, actually leave.”
You turned toward him slightly. “Leave where?”
“Anywhere that isn’t here.”
There was a smile on his face when he said it, tired but genuine, and for a second he looked less like one of the most recognizable idols in the country and more like a boy desperate for a single breath of freedom.
The driver glanced at him through the mirror. “You still want me to keep going?”
Hyunjin nodded immediately.
And that should have been the moment you said no. Because nothing about this was smart. Not disappearing in the middle of promotions. Not driving out past the glowing center of Seoul while your phones buzzed nonstop in your bags. Not the way your heart started beating faster the farther the city disappeared behind you.
But you looked at him instead.
At the soft strands of black hair falling into his eyes. At the silver rings on his fingers. At the faint traces of stage makeup still clinging to his skin after a long day. He looked beautiful in the careless kind of way that made it hard to breathe sometimes.
“You know this is insane, right?” you murmured.
“I know.”
“And if anyone finds out—”
“They won’t.”
The confidence in his voice almost made you believe him.
Outside, the crowded streets slowly gave way to quieter roads lined with dark trees and dim convenience stores glowing under the night sky. Seoul became smaller in the distance until it was nothing more than scattered lights behind mountains. You rested your head against the cold window.
For weeks, your lives had been cameras, rehearsals, security guards, fake smiles for reporters asking the same questions over and over again.
Who are you close with lately?
Are you dating anyone?
How do you deal with fame?
You wanted to laugh every time. As if fame was something you “dealt with.” It consumed everything — your sleep schedule, your privacy, your name, your future.
And somehow, somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, Hyunjin had become the only thing that still felt real.
The car finally stopped outside a small hotel tucked near the mountains, far from the city and far from anyone who might recognize you.
That was the point.
No fans waiting outside. No flashing cameras. No staff members following behind. Just silence.
Hyunjin pulled his hood over his head before stepping out first. Cold air immediately rushed into the car, carrying the scent of rain and pine trees. You followed him inside with your head lowered instinctively, years of idol training forcing paranoia into every movement.
But nobody looked twice at you.
The woman at the front desk barely glanced up. For once, you were just another couple arriving too late at night.
The thought made your chest ache unexpectedly.
Inside the room, everything felt strangely small. One bed. Warm yellow lighting. A tiny balcony overlooking dark hills disappearing into the distance.
Hyunjin closed the door behind him and exhaled deeply, like he’d been holding his breath for hours. Then he laughed.
Not the polished laugh he used on variety shows.
A real one.
You stared at him.
“What?”
“You’re smiling” you said quietly.
“So are you.”
You hadn’t even realized.
For a while, neither of you spoke much. The television played softly in the background while rain tapped against the windows. You sat on the floor eating instant ramen from paper cups because it was the only thing the hotel kitchen still had available, and somehow it felt more intimate than every expensive afterparty you’d ever attended together.
At some point, Hyunjin moved to sit beside you against the bed. Your shoulders brushed lightly.
Neither of you moved away.
“You ever think about disappearing?” he asked suddenly.
“All the time.”
“I mean really disappearing. No cameras. No schedules. Nothing.”
You looked down at your hands. “I don’t even remember who I was before all this.”
The confession slipped out too honestly.
Hyunjin turned toward you then, expression softer than you expected. “I think I would’ve liked you then too.”
Your breath caught.
That was the problem with him. He never flirted carelessly. Never said things just to hear himself speak.
When Hyunjin spoke, he meant it. Which made him infinitely more dangerous.
The room suddenly felt smaller. Warmer. You could hear the rain more clearly now, steady against the glass as midnight slowly turned into something later.
“You know this won’t last forever, right?” you whispered eventually.
It wasn’t really a question.
Idols like you didn’t get endings like the movies. Too many people watched your every move. Too many contracts. Too many expectations.
Hyunjin stayed quiet for a moment. Then he looked at you with an expression you would remember for years afterward.
“I know” he said softly.
And somehow that made everything worse.
Because he knew.
And you knew.
Yet neither of you stopped.
Later, you stood together on the balcony wrapped in oversized hoodies, shoulders pressed together against the cold.
Hyunjin looked impossibly beautiful under the dim light spilling from the room behind him — tired eyes, messy hair, fingers curled loosely around a cup of coffee gone cold hours ago.
You remember thinking then that this was the beginning of something already doomed.
And maybe that’s why you loved it so much.
Because even while it was happening, it already felt like a memory.
But, the reality of your words seemed to snap something inside Hyunjin. The quiet melancholy of the balcony vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce urgency that made your breath catch in your throat. He didn't want to look at the skyline anymore; he didn't want to talk about the end. He wanted to fight it.
Before you could process the shift, his hand gripped your wrist, pulling you inside from the cold balcony air and slamming the glass door shut behind you, shutting out the rest of the world.
He didn't even let you walk fully into the bedroom. His mouth slammed into yours right there, catching you against the heavy desk besides the window. There was no gentleness this time, no slow hesitation. It was a desperate, bruising kiss, a chaotic clash of teeth and lips that tasted like adrenaline and unspoken fears. His hands were everywhere, tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, demanding more depth, while his other hand tore at the hem of your clothes.
He didn't take them off with reverence; he rid you of them out of sheer necessity, frustrated by any barrier between you. You matched his energy, your fingers clawing at his hoodie, pulling it over his head and tossing it blindly onto the carpet. You needed to feel him, all of him, right now.
He moved you with primal, unchecked strength, backing you completely against the desk. He didn't stop to hoist you by the waist. Instead, in one seamless, dominant motion, he hooked his large hands under your thighs, gripping you tightly in that soft, sensitive curve where your buttocks met your legs.
The sudden, intense pressure of his fingers dug into your skin as he used his hold on your legs to lift you effortlessly. He crowded you against the cold, hard wood of the desk, pinning your weight against it. The contrast was jarring—the icy surface against your ass and the burning heat of Hyunjin’s body trapping you.
With a swift sweep of his arm, he cleared a section of the desk, sending a hotel brochure and a notepad fluttering to the floor. He stepped between your spread legs, his rigid heat pressing directly against your soaking core through your underwear.
He looked down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes dark, wild, and completely stripped of the polished idol perfection the world knew. His long hair fell messily over his eyes.
“Look at the window,” he whispered hoarsely, his breath ragged against your ear as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, tearing them down your legs. “Look at the city out there. They think they own us.”
You looked past his shoulder, seeing the glittering skyline through the glass—the very view you had just been watching from the balcony. At any moment, a manager could call. The danger of it only made your blood pump faster.
“But they don't own this” Hyunjin growled.
He didn't wait. He grabbed his sweatpants, shoving them down just enough to free his length, already fully erect and pulsing with need. He gripped your hips, his knuckles turning white from the force of his hold, and with one heavy, desperate thrust, he buried himself inside you to the top.
A sharp, loud cry tore from your throat, echoing in the room. You arched your back, your fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, your nails leaving red crescents in his skin. The sheer fullness of him, combined with the friction of the sudden entry, sent a shockwave of intense pleasure straight to your core.
Hyunjin didn't let you adjust. He began to move immediately, a fast, hard, and unforgiving rhythm. Every thrust was deep, driving you back against the desk. The wood groaned under the shifting weight, a rhythmic, illicit sound that mixed with the wet friction of your bodies sliding together and the breathless, needy gasps filling the space.
“Hyunjin... please,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist to lock him closer, needing him to go deeper, harder, anything to drown out the ticking clock in your head.
“I've got you,” he panted, his pace turning frantic, almost punishing. He leaned forward, trapping you against the desk with his weight, his mouth finding your neck. He bit down on the sensitive skin near your collarbone—not enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark you’d have to hide with stage makeup tomorrow.
The pleasure was too much, building too fast in the heat of your shared desperation. Your walls clenched tightly around him, pushing him closer to the edge. Hyunjin let out a low, guttural groan at the sensation, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, pounding into you with a wild, primal focus.
Your head rolled back, your eyes flutter to the ceiling as the friction coiled tighter and tighter inside you. You were slipping, losing control, completely consumed by the sensation of him filling you over and over again.
“Hyunjin, I'm... I'm gonna—“
“Do it,” he choked out, his voice raw. He gripped your face with one hand, forcing you to look at him as he delivered three more heavy, relentless thrusts. “Look at me when you do.”
You stared into his blown-out, dark eyes just as your climax hit you like a wave, fracturing your vision. Your muscles clamped around him in violent, pulsing waves. The tight, internal squeeze was the breaking point for him. With a ragged, broken cry of your name, Hyunjin drove into you one last time, pinning himself deep inside you as his body shook, spending himself completely inside you.
For a long time, neither of you moved.
He stayed buried within you, his forehead resting against your wet shoulder, both of your chests moving violently as you tried to catch your breath. The sweat made your skin slick where your bodies glued together.
Slowly, the frantic racing of his heart against your ribs began to slow down. The silence of the hotel room rushed back in.
Hyunjin gently pulled out, a soft groan escaping him as he stepped back to fix his clothes. He looked at you, still sitting on the edge of the desk, flushed and bare. Without a word, he reached down, picked up his discarded hoodie from the floor, and carefully draped it over your shoulders to shield you from the cold air of the room.
He didn't say anything. He didn't need to.
—
Backstage after award shows never felt real.
Everything moved too fast — managers speaking over each other through headsets, stylists rushing idols in and out of changing rooms before the next camera cue, staff members carrying racks of glittering outfits down crowded hallways while exhausted artists tried not to collapse after performing. The entire building buzzed with adrenaline, but underneath all of it, you always felt strangely numb.
Maybe it was because nights like these stopped belonging to you a long time ago.
Your group had just finished performing at the awards ceremony, and even now your heartbeat still hadn’t fully settled from being on stage. The cheers from the crowd echoed faintly through the walls backstage while one of your members excitedly replayed clips from the performance on her phone.
“You looked insane during the dance break,” another member laughed from across the room.
You barely heard her.
You sat in front of the vanity mirror while a makeup artist removed the last traces of red lipstick from your mouth. The fancy dress you’d worn on stage still clung to your skin uncomfortably beneath the harsh dressing room lights. Everything smelled like hairspray and expensive perfume.
Someone mentioned another afterparty. Someone else complained about their feet hurting. Your manager stood near the door scrolling through tomorrow’s schedule.
And somehow, in the middle of all that noise, your mind drifted somewhere else entirely.
Hyunjin
You hadn’t seen him properly in weeks. Not alone. Not without cameras. Not without people watching.
There had been passing glances at music shows. Small bows exchanged backstage. Brief moments where your shoulders brushed accidentally while groups crossed paths in hallways crowded with staff.
But nothing real. Nothing that belonged to the two of you.
And maybe that was for the best. Because every time you looked at him now, it hurt in ways you didn’t know how to explain.
The door to the dressing room suddenly opened.
At first, nobody paid attention. People walked in and out constantly during award shows — stylists, managers, assistants, makeup artists.
But when the room went quiet, you looked up in the mirror instinctively.
And there he was.
Hyunjin stood near the doorway breathing slightly heavier than usual, like he’d walked too fast to get there. His stage outfit was still untouched from the performance: black fabric, silver details catching under the lights, damp strands of hair falling messily into his eyes.
He looked beautiful, but exhausted.
Your stomach tightened immediately.
One of your members blinked in surprise. “Oh.”
Hyunjin glanced around the room awkwardly before finally landing on you, and suddenly it felt difficult to breathe.
“Can I…” He hesitated slightly, voice quieter than usual. “Can I talk to her alone for a minute?”
The silence afterward felt deafening.
Your manager looked up instantly. One of your members exchanged a look with another.
Everybody knew.
Not officially. Nobody had proof. But people noticed things. The way Hyunjin’s eyes always found you first in crowded rooms. The way you became quieter whenever Stray Kids entered backstage areas. The way both of you acted just a little too careful around each other.
Still, nobody said anything.
One member stood first, grabbing her phone off the couch. “Come on,” she muttered toward the others gently. “We should probably go check if staff needs us.”
The rest followed almost immediately. Even your manager sighed before stepping out. “Five minutes,” he warned without looking directly at either of you.
Then the door shut.
And suddenly the room felt unbearably quiet.
For a few seconds, neither of you moved. You could still hear muffled noise from the hallway outside — distant laughter, footsteps, staff shouting instructions somewhere far away — but inside the dressing room, everything felt frozen.
Hyunjin stared at you like he hadn’t seen you in years instead of days.
Your chest ached instantly.
“You’re still wearing the dress,” he said softly.
You looked down briefly at the shimmering fabric before giving a small smile. “I didn’t have time to change yet.”
His eyes lingered on you for a second too long, and something about the look on his face made your stomach twist painfully.
“Hyunjin?”
He exhaled shakily.
Then suddenly laughed under his breath, but there was nothing happy about it.
“I practiced this conversation like ten times in my head,” he admitted quietly. “And now I don’t know what to say.”
You stepped closer instinctively. “What happened?”
His jaw tightened slightly.
For a moment, it looked like he might change his mind completely and leave. Then he looked at you again. Really looked at you.
And you realized immediately that he’d been crying already.
Your heart dropped.
“Hey,” you whispered, taking another step forward. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this anymore.”
The words came out broken.
Almost desperate.
You froze.
Hyunjin rubbed a hand over his face quickly, clearly frustrated with himself. “I thought I could,” he continued shakily. “I kept telling myself this was fine. That this is just how things have to be for us.”
He laughed bitterly again.
“But it’s not fine.”
You didn’t know what to say, because part of you understood immediately.
The secret meetings. The late-night phone calls cut short whenever schedules got too busy. The pretending. God, the pretending.
Pretending not to know each other well enough to memorize expressions. Pretending not to miss each other constantly. Pretending not to love each other in rooms full of people.
“I saw you during rehearsal earlier,” Hyunjin said quietly. “You were standing near the stage while they adjusted the lights.”
Your throat tightened.
“And all I could think about was that night.”
The memory hit you instantly.
Cold air. Rain against the balcony railing. His fingers tangled in your hair while city lights blurred somewhere far away behind mountains.
You remembered the exact way he’d looked at you that night.
“You standing there that morning outside Seoul, watching the sunrise like the world hadn’t already ruined us yet.”
A tear slipped down his cheek.
“You always told me to see you again,” he continued quietly. “Even if it was only in my wildest dreams.”
His laugh came out broken.
“And now that’s exactly where I find you all the time.”
Hyunjin looked down briefly before speaking again, softer this time.
“I see you in hindsight constantly,” he admitted. “Every late night. Every drive home after schedules. Every song I can’t finish writing because somehow it turns into you again.”
Your eyes burned immediately.
“I remember every night we stayed awake together talking until sunrise like nothing outside those rooms existed.” He swallowed hard. “Back then it felt like we could burn everything else down as long as we still had each other.”
His voice cracked completely then.
“And I know that when you leave me someday…” he whispered helplessly, like the thought alone was destroying him, “I know these memories are gonna follow me around for the rest of my life.”
You stared at him for a moment, unable to find the right words.
Your chest hurt.
“Hyunjin…” you whispered.
His eyes immediately found yours.
“We can’t keep talking about this here.”
Your voice sounded smaller than you intended.
You glanced nervously toward the door.
“At any second someone could walk in.”
He followed your gaze.
Someone laughed. A staff member called another artist’s name. The award show was still happening around you, completely unaware that your entire world felt like it was falling apart.
Then he took a shaky breath.
“Come with me.”
Your heart skipped.
“What?”
“To my dorm. We don’t have enough time here,” he admitted. “Five minutes isn’t enough. None of this fits into five minutes.”
Your throat tightened.
“Hyunjin—”
“Please.”
The desperation in his voice immediately stopped you.
He took another step closer.
“Please come with me.”
His eyes were still red from crying.
“Just come with me,” he whispered. “We can talk there.”
You stared at him for a moment.
Slowly, you nodded.
“Okay, I’ll come. But we can’t leave together. You need to leave first.”
His eyes returned to yours.
“I’ll meet you there,” you continued softly. “Give it some time so nobody gets suspicious.”
“I’ll wait for you.” he said.
You looked away first.
“Go,” you whispered. “Before someone comes back.”
Just before leaving, he glanced back. Long enough to make your heart ache.
Then he was gone.
—
The ride back felt endless. Your members talked excitedly about the performances, replaying videos from the show and laughing about small mistakes nobody in the audience had even noticed. You tried to participate whenever someone spoke to you, but your mind was somewhere else entirely.
The van finally stopped in front of your apartment building. One by one, your members got out, each heading toward the entrance until eventually only you and one of them remained. She stretched tiredly before grabbing her bag.
“Aren’t you getting out?” she asked.
You looked up quickly.
“Oh.”
For a split second, panic flashed through your chest.
“My phone.”
She frowned. “What about it?”
“I think I left it somewhere in here.”
The lie came out smoother than expected.
Immediately, she sat back down. “I’ll help you look for it.”
Your stomach dropped.
“No.”
The answer came out far too quickly.
Her eyebrows lifted, making you force a small laugh.
“It’s okay. Really. You’ve had a long day.”
“So have you.”
“I’ll find it.”
She still looked unconvinced, and for a terrifying second you thought she might stay. Instead, she sighed dramatically and grabbed her bag.
“Text me when you find it.”
“I will.”
“You better.”
You smiled. “I promise.”
Thankfully, she finally climbed out of the van. You watched her walk and disappear inside before waiting a few more seconds just to be sure.
Only when you were completely certain she was gone did you finally exhale.
The driver glanced at you through the rearview mirror.
“Did you find your phone?”
You pulled it from your pocket.
“Actually…” you said quietly. “Could you take me somewhere first?”
A few minutes later, you gave him the address.
The rest of the drive passed in nervous silence. Your heart beat harder with every street you crossed, every traffic light, every turn, until finally the van slowed to a stop.
You looked through the window.
And there he was.
Waiting.
The sight of him standing beneath the apartment building lights made something inside your chest immediately ache. Hyunjin had his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, his head lowered slightly against the cool night air. But the second he noticed the van, he looked up.
A small smile appeared on his face.
You thanked the driver quickly before stepping out into the night. The van pulled away a few moments later, leaving the two of you alone on the quiet street.
Neither of you spoke right away. After everything that had happened tonight, words suddenly felt inadequate.
Hyunjin closed the distance first, stopping only when he was standing directly in front of you.
And without another word, he gently reached for your hand before leading you toward the elevator.
Once you got to his floor, Hyunjin unlocked the door and let you step inside first.
You sat together on the couch, shoulders touching, listening to the distant sounds of the city outside.
Eventually, he broke the silence with a tired laugh.
“I think I scared you back there.”
You looked up immediately. “You didn’t.”
“I kind of did.”
A small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. “You cried in my dressing room.”
“You noticed?” he teased as you let out a soft chuckle.
You stared at him for a long moment, trying to ignore the way your heart was about to explode.
“Hyunjin…” you whispered. “Really. What if people find out someday?”
His expression softened immediately.
You shook your head before he could answer.
“No, listen to me. What if they hate us for it? What if your fans are disappointed? What if mine are? What if it becomes a scandal and suddenly everything changes?”
This was the real problem. Not the distance. Not the schedules.But the thousands of people who felt entitled to have an opinion about who you loved.
“I’ve thought about that too,” he admitted quietly. “Every day, actually.”
You let out a shaky laugh.
“Then how are you still asking me to do this?”
“Because I love you.”
The answer came so quickly it almost hurt.
Hyunjin moved closer on the couch until your knees touched.
“I’m scared too,” he continued. “I’m scared people will be angry. I’m scared they’ll judge us. I’m scared we’ll have to read things about ourselves that aren’t true.”
His fingers found yours.
“ But that doesn't mean I'll stop being true to myself.”
Your eyes burned immediately.
“And if one day it becomes too much…” he said softly, “if the pressure gets too heavy, if we’re constantly hurting because of what people think…”
His voice grew quieter.
“Then we walk away. We leave before we destroy each other trying to hold on,” he continued. “Before the anger, the hate, and the pressure turn us into people we don’t recognize.”
The room was dead silent.
A tear slipped down your cheek.
“We leave while we can still look back and remember something beautiful.”
Hyunjin paused for a moment before shaking his head slightly.
“But even then, that’s not what I truly want.”His voice cracked. “God, it’s the last thing I want.”
Your chest tightened painfully.
“If we ever have to do that…” he said quietly, “it won’t be because I stopped loving you. It won’t be because I wanted someone else. It won’t be because I woke up one day and decided I was done.”
His grip on your hand tightened.
“It’ll be because we ran out of choices. And that will be the loss of my life.”
The tears in your eyes became impossible to hold back.
Hyunjin looked at you like the thought alone was breaking his heart.
“I don’t want an ending,” he admitted. “I’m asking for the opposite. I’m asking for a chance.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you laughed weakly through your tears.
“You’re asking me to take a huge risk.”
A small smile appeared on Hyunjin’s face.
“I know.”
You looked at him. At the boy who had crossed an entire arena just to talk to you. The boy who had cried in your dressing room because he couldn’t stand pretending anymore.
And despite every reason not to, you still loved him.
Maybe that was the problem. Or maybe it was the answer.
Slowly, you reached for his face.
“Okay,” you whispered. “We’ll try.”
Hyunjin froze. For a second he just stared at you, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly.
Then he smiled. The kind that belonged only to you.
And when he leaned forward to kiss you, neither of you knew what the future would look like.
𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 💌 heavy making out, spit play, tongue play, teasing, edging, dildo/vibrator use, sunghoon's tied, light bondage, grinding, reader is not a dom, sunghoon is not a sub but he sure as hell act like one here... very whiny, needy, obsessed sunghoon!
𓆩♡𓆪 eeekk part two of !! a kiss is a sex !! >w< sunghoon is CRAZY here oml this might just be some of the filthiest non-penetration thing i've ever written lol. if you enjoy pls give it lots of love and feedbacks! tysm <3
“no.”
“please?”
“no.”
you rolled your eyes, trying to stay focused on the book in your hands as you snuggled deeper into the sofa. your boyfriend was kneeling on the carpet in front of you like a pathetic puppy—both of his hands gently holding your feet, thumbs pressing slow, soothing circles into your soles.
sunghoon had been massaging the for the past twenty minutes—which was so, so nice—but not his attempt to butter you up.
“please, baby,” he murmured. “just one kiss,” he whispered, voice soft and sweet as he leaned to place a kiss on your feet. “one tiny little kiss, baby. i’ve been good, haven’t i?”
you glanced at him, eyebrows pinched together. “you’ve been begging and i don’t appreciate that,” you replied, focusing back on your book to flip to the next page. “the whole point of this is to stop you from kissing all over me every two fucking seconds.”
yeah—that’s right.
you put sunghoon on a timeout.
it’s not hard really, and it could’ve easily been avoidable if he hadn’t acted like a complete child the other day.
you two had been at your family house. one minute you were just sitting together on the couch, watching a christmas movie on a summer night, and the next sunghoon had pulled you onto his lap and started kissing you like he’d been starved for days.
and when sunghoon kissed—he really, fucking kissed.
“my baby,” sunghoon murmured, cradling your face in his bigger hands, tilting your head exactly how he wanted while his lips moved slow and deep against yours. he kept sighing softly into your mouth, licking along your bottom lip before sucking on it gently.
letting out a soft moan, he took that opportunity to slide his tongue inside. it was messy. wet. the kind of kiss where he kept changing angles, chasing your mouth every time you tried to breathe, humming in satisfaction whenever your lips parted more for him.
it went on for a couple of minutes, until mixed drool hung from both of your lips and chins—until sunghoon’s hand started wandering underneath your shirt and he was about to take it off when—
your grandmother came down the stairs.
to be fair, the two of you were so lost in it that neither of you heard. and you probably shouldn’t be making out in the living room—but everyone was fast asleep!
she saw everything.
she saw sunghoon’s hand creeping underneath your shirt.
she saw your boyfriend was still greedily making out with you, lips swollen and glossy and his eyes were hazy and almost droopy. your shirt fell on one shoulder, and sunghoon’s shirt was wet with drool.
and it didn’t help that you were on his lap too.
your grandmother had cleared her throat loudly, and you wanted to die from embarrassment on the spot. she just chuckled and said something of—young love—before walking away like it was nothing.
the humiliation burned, and that became the final straw.
“but she didn’t even mind! she smiled—i saw her smile!”
you gave him a deadpan look, shaking your head. “i minded. it’s not your grandma—so you don’t know how that felt for me. she raised me for god’s sakes.”
he leaned forward, resting his cheek on your knee, now massaging your calf.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, though he didn’t sound sorry at all. then, sunghoon kissed your knee. “i just… i can’t help it. your lips were right there, and they looked so soft and…” he glanced at your mouth again.
gosh, that honey wax lip balm was really making your lips extra shiny and plump, huh? he thought, licking his own lips. he ought to get you more lip balms so you can wear them at home, from now on.
“please? just one kiss. i’ll be so quick—i swear!”
you sighed, smiling as you extended your arm to caress his cheek.
“sunghoon,” you hummed, thumb brushing the apple of his cheek. your boyfriend’s eyes widened slightly before he nodded eagerly, smile widening.
“get off me, and don’t piss me off.”
——
it truly gets to the point where he’s doing just about anything to get your forgiveness.
the next morning, you woke up to the smell of breakfast. when you walked in, still half–asleep in his oversized tshirt, the sight that greeted you was almost comical.
sunghoon was shirtless, setting up the table with favourite fruits, iced coffee, meal, and there was even a small vase of flowers he clearly ran out to buy earlier.
“good morning, baby,” he said, rushing over to pull out your chair. “please have a seat… i made all your favorites."
you raised your eyebrows, taking a seat nonetheless. “... what are you doing?”
“repenting,” he answered, kneeling beside your chair and resting his chin on your thigh and looked up at you with those sparkling eyes. “i know that now—i embarrassed you in front of grandma.”
you hummed, clearly not buying it.
“right.”
that wasn’t all.
sunghoon was acting like you had sentenced him to life in prison.
throughout the next two days, his desperation only kept growing. what started as sweet gestures turned into sneaky little attacks. he’d kiss the top of your head when he walked past you sitting on the couch. he’d snuck behind you while you were washing dishes and planted soft kisses along the side of your neck before you swatted him away.
gosh—he was insufferable.
“sunghoon!” you scolded, turning around with a frown. “when i said no kissing, i meant anywhere! stop trying to find loopholes.”
he blinked at you innocently, lips still hovering near your shoulder with his hands resting on your hips. “but that wasn’t on your lips… it doesn’t count, right?”
“yes, it does,” you said sternly, holding him by his shoulders and pulling him away. “you’re being ridiculous. it’s only been—what?—two days. you’re not dying.”
“you don’t understand,” he whined, following you back to the couch like a puppy with his leash behind. when you sat down on the couch with your legs up, sunghoon gripped your thighs, kneeling between them. “it feels like i’m dying.”
you ignored him and picked the remote up, but he wasn’t done.
your boyfriend leaned in and pressed a kiss to your bare knee, then another higher up on your thigh. you immediately closed your legs, using your toes to push at his shoulder.
“no!”
he looked up at you with the most pitiful expression, eyes big and pleading.
“just this once,” he begged, voice soft and shaky. “please, baby. one real kiss—and after that you can put me on another timeout for a whole week. just let me kiss you properly right now. i’m going insane.”
you stared at him in disbelief. he couldn’t even survive two days, let alone two weeks? talk about nonsense.
“babe—it’s just kissing!” you exclaimed. “it’s not like you can’t talk to me, or touch me, or be near me. you’re acting like i’m torturing you when all i asked was for you to stop mauling my face every few minutes.”
“but kissing you is my favourite thing to do,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against your thigh. gosh, he’s such a fucking kid. “i really, really need it. i miss how soft they are… how they taste… i miss the little sound you make when i suck on your bottom lip—”
“sunghoon—”
he lifted his head again.
“yn, i’ll do anything.”
you stared at him for a long moment—this five–foot–evelen tall, composed and deemed cool man literally on his knees begging for a… kiss?
you let out a sigh.
“...okay. fine.”
sunghoon’s face lit up instantly with pure hope. a bright, relieved smile started to form.
“but we’re doing it my way,” you added quickly, cutting off his excitement. “one chance, park sunghoon. you follow my rules. if you pass, timeout ends tonight. if you fail… that’s four more days.”
he nodded frantically, his selective hearing stopped listening after the timeout ends tonight.
“yes, anything! i’ll do anything.”
——
what…?
sunghoon frowned as he’s left completely naked, lying on his back in the middle of the bed, wrists bounded tightly to the headboard with his own silk tie. his chest was already heaving, abs flexing under you as you sat comfortably on his stomach, wearing nothing but a thin pair of panties.
his cock was painfully hard, aching, and leaking against his lower stomach, twitching every few seconds with spurts of precum shooting out—but he couldn’t do anything about it. not with his bounded wrists—he couldn’t touch you. couldn’t pull you down. and most importantly—
he’s still not allowed to kiss you.
you reached over to the nightstand and picked up your favourite toy—a small vibrator—before turning it on. the low buzzing filled the room.
sunghoon frowned, his eyes darkened as he watched you slowly pulled your panties to the side, positioning the vibrating head right against your clit. his breath hitched—he thought he’d thrown it out—
“ngh,” a low, soft moan left your lips as you settled back down on his toned stomach, using him as your seat.
“baby…” he breathed out, voice already strained. his hips twitched uselessly beneath you. “this is just mean.”
the corner of your lips twitched into a smirk, looking down on him. “you said you’d do anything,” you reminded him sweetly, slowly rolling your hips as you pressed the toy harder against yourself. “so behave. if you can stay still and quiet until i cum—you win.”
his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, eyes locked on your face, then your wet lips that you kept licking and biting, then the way your tits moved every time you grinded down on his abs.
you’re so fucking wet, it smeared across his stomach. the sight of him tied up and desperate underneath you was affecting you more than you expected…
sunghoon bit his lip harshly, eyes fluttering when he felt you wet folds rubbing back and forth on his stomach. his wrists pulled against the tie.
“fuck—you’re dripping on me,” he groaned, head falling back for a second before he forced himself to look at you again. his voice cracked. “don’t do this—shit,”
you clicked your tongue and pressed the toy harder against your clit, letting out a pretty moan that made his cock jump.
“you can always say you give up, and suffer four more days.”
sunghoon whined loudly, a broken, frustrated sound low from his stomach went straight to your core. his eyes were glassy, lips parted as he watched you with desperation.
“baby… fuck, please,” he rasped, voice strained. “at least let me touch you. or let me touch myself. shit—”
his cock twitched.
“no,” you cut him off, rolling the vibrator in slow, teasing circles over your swollen clit. “you don’t get to touch me anything. that’s the deal.”
a pitiful groan left his throat as you started grinding your soaked pussy against his toned stomach, spreading your wetness all over his abs. lewd, wet sounds of you rubbing yourself filled the room. sunghoon’s eyes rolled back for a second.
“you’re getting so wet,” he breathed, abs flexing underneath you every time you rolled your hips. “i can feel it dripping down my sides… why are you doing this—?”
you ignored him and only moaned louder, grinding down harder, using his body like he was nothing but your personal toy. the vibrator buzzed relentlessly against your clit while you rocked back and forth, leaving a shiny mess all over.
sunghoon looked wrenched.
his cock was painfully hard, flushed dark and leaking onto his skin. every time you moaned, his hips jerked up instinctively, but he couldn’t reach you.
he thought he could still hold it back. after all, you’re not that hard to please. you’d probably cum in just a few minutes, and sunghoon could relieve himself in the bathroom. and the timeout would be called off.
then you reached over to the nightstand again.
sunghoon’s eyes widened when he saw what you pulled out—a dildo.
“baby, no,” he breathed, shaking his head. “no, no, no—wait, what the fuck?”
you didn’t answer. instead, you brought the toy to your lips, looking straight at him while you sucked on the tip. you swirled your tongue around it, taking it deeper into your mouth with wet, obscene sounds, hollowing your cheeks.
he frowned even deeper—he looked like he was going to burst.
“babe, what the fuck—?!” his wrists yanked hard against the tie, the headboard cracking. “don’t do that. why are you sucking that shit? that’s not fair—yn, please—!”
his voice was full of pure jealousy as he watched you lube the dildo up with your mouth, eyes dark and frustrated and pissed the fuck off and annoyed. you pulled it out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the toy.
sunghoon looked like he was going to lose his mind. his breath quickened.
you lifted your hips, panties now fully to the side, and slowly dragged the thick head of the dildo along your folds, teasing yourself right above his stomach.
“no, no, no—don’t ride that. yn, i’m literally right fuckin’ here. i’m literally right here,” he begged, voice hoarse and whiny. “why the fuck would you use that when you have me? you’re so fuckin’ mean—and now you’re gonna fuck yourself on that thing on top of me?”
you lined the dildo up with your entrance and began sinking down onto it with a long, satisfied moan, right on his lower stomach—like it’s his dick. the sight of you taking the toy so easily made sunghoon’s cock twitch violently, a fresh bead of precum rolling down his shaft.
“fuck… this is torture,” he groaned, head falling back against the pillow as he watched you ride the dildo. “i hate this—i hate this so much. that should be me, fuck!”
you smiled down at him sweetly, rolling your hips in slow, deep circles, letting the toy drag against every sensitive spot inside you. while it’s nothing compared to your boyfriend’s, you figured you’d settle for this for now.
“mmh… but this feels so good, though?” you sighed, voice breathy and teasing. you braced your hands on his chest and started bouncing on it faster, making sure your ass brushed against his aching cock. “it’s so thick… filling me up just right.”
sunghoon’s eyes twitched, glued to where the toy disappeared inside you. his abs flexed hard everytime you sank down.
“baby, shit—” he groaned. “take it out. use me instead. i’m right here, i’m so hard for you—”
you ignored him and rode the dildo harder, moaning louder on purpose. your wetness was dripping all over his stomach. you reached down and rubbed your clit in time with your movements, putting on a full show just for him.
“look at you,” you cooed. “does it hurt, hoonie? knowing this could be your cock but you’re too greedy to behave?” you groaned, tipping your head back. “i would’ve ended the timeout anyway—but you couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”
sunghoon let out a broken whine, yanking harshly on his restraints. his hips bucked up uselessly, trying to chase any kind of friction.
“i can’t—i can’t do this anymore,” he gasped, eyes glassy and desperate. “please let me fuck you—shit, let me kiss you, baby. i’ll—i’ll do anything, i don’t care anymore.”
you slowed your movements and leaned forward, bracing your hands on either side of his head. slowly, you lowered yourself until your face hovered right above his. your lips were so close—just centimetres away. you cupped his flushed cheeks with both hands, thumbs gently stroking his skin.
sunghoon’s breathing hitch then stopped. his lips parted, eyes wide.
you tilted your head slightly, lips brushing the tiniest bit against his—just a ghost one. you could feel his hot breath trembling against you.
sunghoon let out a soft, needy sound.
but right before your lips could properly meet, you pulled back.
you sat up straight again, still cupping his face for a second longer before letting go with a soft chuckle.
your boyfriend’s expression shattered.
“no… no—!” he groaned. “don’t do this to me. you were so close—baby, please!”
with one last hard yank on the tie, the headboard creaked loudly—
“i can’t anymore,” sunghoon hissed. “i give up, yn. i fucking give up—please just kiss me. i don’t care about the timeout anymore. i’ll take that four fucking days. please, i’m begging you.”
sunghoon looked up at you, chest heaving.
“i surrender.”
you watched him for a second—flushed, desperate, utterly ruined. a part of you was disappointed with how bad his restraint was, another part of you knew who to blame.
“alright then.”
you reached up and untied the silk tie from his wrists. the moment the fabric loosened and fell away—he surged forward. his hands grabbed your waist as he flipped you both over. you let out a surprised gasp as your back hit the mattress, and suddenly he was on top of you—caging you completely with his bigger frame.
his breathing was ragged as he hovered over you. one of his hands immediately slid to the back of your neck, the other gripping your hip.
“none of this bullshit anymore,”
then he crashed his lips onto yours.
it was pure hunger.
sunghoon kissed you like he was trying to devour and suck the living shit out of you—deep, messy, obsessive, starved. he tilted his head, sucking on your bottom lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth, licking and tasting every inch like he’d been denied oxygen for days.
wet, filthy sounds filled the room as he kissed you harder, groaning loudly against your lips.
“fucking finally,” he gasped between kisses, barely pulling back an inch. “missed your lips so much… so fucking much.”
he didn’t let you breathe. every time you tried to pull back for air, sunghoon chased your lips and punished you by kissing you even deeper, tongue sliding against yours with wet, desperate strokes. his hand cradled your jaw, keeping your face right where he wanted so he could indulge himself fully.
his body pressed you down into the mattress, hard cock rubbing against your thigh as he kept making out with you. your boyfriend’s fingers pressed your cheeks together, making your lips pout for him.
“mmph—!” you muffled.
sunghoon hummed at the ecstasy, eyes half–lidded in bliss as he kept your face squished between his slender fingers. he pulled back just enough to stare at your forced pout, then started peppering greedy, wet kisses all over your pushed out lips—soft at first, then harder, sucking on your bottom lip.
“fuck… look at you,” he whispered. “so fucking adorable—you’re so fucking cute.”
then he dove back in, kissing you deeper than before. his tongue pushed past your lips, licking into your mouth messily, tasting every inch while his spit mixed with yours. he was so greedy—sucking on your tongue, licking the roof of your mouth, then pulling back just to let strings of spit connect you before he licked them away and kissed you again.
you couldn’t utter a single word—not with the way sunghoon kept your cheeks squished the entire time, occasionally changing the angle so he could kiss you from a new side. his hips never stopped moving, grinding his leaking cock between your pussy lips, the tip nudged and kissed your little clit.
“shit—gonna make you my wife,” he moaned between messy kisses, breathing hot and heavy against your mouth. “wanna be my wifey, baby? fuck—legally bounding you to me forever.”
his cock twitched.
sunghoon liked the sound of it.
he squished your cheeks tighter, sealing his mouth over yours once more—deep, filthy, and so wet that drool was starting to drip down your chin. he licked it up without hesitation and fed it back to you with his tongue, moaning loudly when you whimpered.
“mmph—” you muffled, nails dragging red lines over his toned back.
sunghoon groaned at the sting, the sound vibrating into your mouth. finally, he loosened his grip on your cheeks and pulled back just enough for you to gasp desperately for air, chest heaving. “hah—!”
you barely managed three shaky breaths before his hand came back to your jaw, thumb pressing on your bottom lip.
“stick your tongue out,” he ordered.
you hesitated for half a second, still catching your breath. sunghoon frowned.
“baby,” he said. “i said, stick your tongue out for me.”
you swallowed the lump and saliva in your throat before letting your tongue slip past your swollen lips. sunghoon leaned down and immediately pressed his own tongue flat against yours. it’s so disgustingly filthy. he licked it slowly, then started playing with it shamelessly—curling, stroking, sucking on the tip before licking it again.
“that’s it,” he murmured against your mouth. while your eyes were shut, sunghoon occasionally opened his just to see the flushed look on your face. “just like that.”
he kept your mouth open with his thumb on your chin, tongue sliding, curling, dancing against yours in the most obscene way possible. he was so completely lost in it.
it didn’t take long.
“ah—fuck, baby!”
sunghoon kept kissing—making out, french kissing, wet mouth fucking—you desperately. and with a broken moan that vibrated against your mouth, his hips stuttered. his whole body tensed as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling against your lower tummy. he kissed you through it—whimpering into your mouth as he rode out his orgasm.
only when he finally stopped shaking did he pull back slightly, breathing heavily against your lips.
you laid there completely spent, chest heaving, staring blankly up at the ceiling as your mind spun. your body felt like jelly.
there is no fucking way, you thought. i’m ever putting him on timeout again.
who knows how crazy he’d get next time.
meanwhile, sunghoon collapsed half on top of you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you flush against him.
“i love you,” he mumbled against your skin, dripping with affection. “ugh… i love you so much.”
sunghoon pressed soft, lazy kisses all over your cheek, then your jaw, then back to your cheek again, nuzzling into you like a clingy pup.
“i love you, i love you, i love you…” he kept whispering between little kisses. one of his hands gently stroked your hair while the other rubbed circles on your waist. “let’s just forget about the timeout and never do that to me again, okay? i’ll actually go insane.”
you let out a weak, tired laugh, still dazed, but couldn’t help threading your fingers through his messy, sweaty hair.
sunghoon smiled against your cheek, giving you one last long, soft kiss before sighing.
synopsis; college life definitely isn't cheap- especially when living on campus, so y/n ultimately decides that the quickest way to make money is to sell baked goods. she's amazing at making sweet treats, and it shows-given that she's now known as the best place to get something sweet on campus. sunghoon finally gives in after hearing about her time and time again, but he is not satisfied with his order!! clearly, there was a misunderstanding along the way..
content (warning); mentions of marijuana, cursing(?), all characters are 19-22 in this.. idk.that seems about right.. GUYS IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS PLEASE😂😂😐
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Okay so. I’m sorry this took so long to come out I genuinely didn’t know what to do so I’m sorry that this isn’t the best..summer break is officially here tho so I plan to work on this more !!
this is a hyunjin version of my original karina fic !! .✦ ݁˖
dividers by @suupersonic !!
Hyunjin is a hard worker, an over-doer if anything.
The kind of man who doesn't know what to do with his hands when they're of no use to anybody else, most people severely underestimate how control-starved Hyunjin can get. Desperate to touch and demand, grip and tell directions, sometimes he's so hungry for it that whenever the very taste of the control he craves so badly touches the tip of his tongue, it makes him nauseous.
That mindset of his applies to his job perfectly, the center of the group, the spotlight who's responsible for fluttering fan's hearts… but it also applies during sex — and at this very moment of fragility and wet smacking sounds, you knew it better than anyone else.
"Yeah, I know- oh… you're drooling all over my arms, pretty thing," Hyunjin sweetly reminded in a deep tone, making your stomach turn in all sorts of directions when you felt the ghost of his cocky smile touch your earlobe.
That small taunt, though it came from a place of pure adoration of your dumb self, felt so awakening and humiliating that it was enough to make you clench around his thick shaft, stuffed snug and belonging in your sticky hole, your arousal leaking down your damp thighs like honey.
"Hmp- mhh… Hyune, H-Hyunjin…" You could only pathetically whine as your eyes closed by pure reflection from how hard they were stinging, hot tears refusing to stop pouring down, you push your pelvis back into his despite your trembling legs, rolling your hips dumbly on top of his lap as he held your neck pretty and stiff in a tight headlock.
His big, angry cock pumping in and out of your messy warmth at a disgusting pace was all that you could hear, if it wasn't for the vulnerable position he kept you in, you're sure that your body would be trashing at all kind of angles from his rapid movements which somehow only felt faster as you came around his length again and again. Forced to sit there shaking on top of his strong body, pressed hard against the voluminous mass of his chest and convulsing against his torso as your back involuntarily bent into another painful arch from overstimulation, drooling all over your chin and his forearms until it's reaching your boobs — a mess, just the way he liked you.
Hyunjin's built muscles flexed against your neck again, he could feel every pulse and gag of your throat, you could hear his airy giggle whenever it matched the flutter of your abused walls, rewarding your slutty tendencies with a tighter hold of your breathing, just enough to make you struggle a little bit.
"You love it, don't you, doll? When… hmp- When I hold you like this?" he bits your earlobe and the disaster you had going on in your throat only worsened, choking on your own drool, stuck in a incoherent mess as Hyunjin left you cock-drunk and whining. His forearm pressed against your pulse one more time, you gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and words just spurted out of your mouth with no business of making any sense.
"Lo-Love you… I love you, Hyune… mhp, mhhh- Love you, Hyunjin…" You tried sucking in more air, your brain begging for some sort of oxygen that lasted for more than one or two of your loud moans and never ending whining. Satisfied with your answer, he presses his arm just right to push your head back on his shoulder, hips never slowing down their pace at ruining your creamy warmth as his palm brushes against your puffy clit with every stroke, he kisses your cheek gently then. A mean reminder of how carefully he can love you when you behave.
The way his big body could cover yours with no issue whatsoever was doing wonders to making you dizzy with desire, fluttering in the way he held you as if it wasn't hard at all because for him, it really wasn't.
He could always make you feel so deliciously small, sat pretty and destroyed at his lap which was completely damp from your juices, his leaking length only filling you deeper, fingers teasing and prodding on that spot in your clit just right to make your head spin, keeping you basically bouncing on his lap from his hard thrusts.
His gasps and groans alongside the sounds wet splashes of skin slapping were reminding you of the most beautiful melody you've ever heard, slamming into your weeping womanhood while you trembled like a weak little thing, walls flexing roughly around his rough ministrations, you were almost there, could feel the relief you needed so badly at the tip of your fingertips, just out of reach.
Your nails clawed helplessly at the damp skin of his forearms, holding onto a small hope that he'd be done soon to convince yourself of not turning your head to the right and biting onto the beefy, delicious meat of his bicep. An uselessly broken sound rips from your throat and he catches it at the perfect time, swallowing your whimpers with a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue.
Every time he pressed onto that gummy spot, you felt like crying even harder, body convulsing harshly against his like you were being electrocuted by an entire thunderstorm and he didn't flinch even once. Used to the way his little toy moves around beneath his power, kissing the side of your face every time you gasped for air, smiled at your cheek every time he could hear every bit of your sweet struggle.
Finally, you came again, thighs shaking aggressively and quickly betraying the tears streaming down your face with a loud show of just how much you truly loved his brutal demonstrations of love, you can slowly but surely feel all of that ugly, persistent tension leave your frail body.
That's when you hear it.
"Want me to stop, baby? Wanna cum again?" Hyunjin's voice in your head — all too warm, dripping with the thinnest of sugars.
Only for adults (18+). If any of this is offensive to you or if you're under 18, please don't view it! All based on fictional events, none of this is real.
SUMMARY: Out there, you're just another fan in the front row. But behind the closed doors of his hotel room, with your fishnets torn and the concert adrenaline still rushing through his veins, Hyunjin reminds you who you really belong to.
The bass still thumps in your chest as you step out of the venue, as if the concert were still alive inside you. Your throat is a bit raw from all the screaming, your feet burn in your high boots, but you don't care. Every single second of that show was worth it, because you spent every single second just watching him.
Hyunjin.
You make your way through the crowd spilling out onto the street, excited voices talking about his dancing, his rapping, how he looked on stage, and you smile to yourself, knowing that no one suspects a thing. To them, you're just another fan with her lightstick, her tour wristband, her voice hoarse from singing. To yourself, you're still the girlfriend who had to hold back the urge to scream out something more than just fanchants every time he looked over at your section.
Because he did. You know it.
You felt his gaze more than once, locked onto you, sliding down your body, always returning to meet your eyes whenever you managed to catch his. The outfit you chose was no accident: the leather miniskirt, the fishnets, the tight top that hugged your figure and played into the aesthetic of that night's wardrobe. Matching him, like a shared secret in the middle of thousands of people.
No one knows. No one must know.
As you walk toward the taxi stand, you tightly grip the small SKZOO character plush hanging from your bag. You stroke it with your thumb, a mechanical gesture that soothes you. The night chill contrasts with the warmth you still feel on your skin. Every memory of the concert is a jolt: his hair damp with sweat, the way he bit his lip between songs, the half-smile when the crowd chanted his name.
You hail a taxi and give the hotel address. The driver turns on the radio, some random station, but you only hear the ad-libs in your head, the screams, the echo of his voice through the massive speakers. You look out the window, the city lights flashing past, and your mind leaps ahead a few hours: the hotel room door closing, just you and him, no cameras, no fans, no staff members.
Without having to pretend there is nothing between you.
When you arrive at the hotel, the lobby is half-empty. The front desk staff already recognizes all of you, but as always, you keep your distance, acting as if you're simply someone staying there by chance, nothing special. You take the elevator up to the floor where your room is—the one you requested to be put under your name and not his. Precautions, always precautions.
As you close the door behind you, the silence of the room feels strange after the thunder of the concert. You lean against the wood for a second, taking a deep breath, letting reality hit you all at once. You drop your bag onto the chair, the lightstick on the table, and take off the oversized jacket with the group's logo that you wore to disguise the outfit a bit.
The full-length mirror throws back your reflection: your makeup slightly smudged at the corners of your eyes, the spark in your gaze, the top clinging to your skin, the miniskirt still perfectly in place. You turn a bit to one side, then the other. You think about how he will see you when he opens that door.
You take off the tour wristband, the necklaces, the SKZOO keychains hanging from your skirt's belt loop. Piece by piece, you strip away everything that marks you as a fan, until you are left only with what marks you as his.
You sit on the bed for a moment, just to check your phone. The chat with him is the very first pinned conversation at the top. The last time you text each other was before the concert, when he asked you what section you’d be in, and you sent him a picture of your view from the front row. He only replied with a “👀” and a “I’m going to look for you in the crowd.”
As if you hadn't felt it.
The phone screen suddenly lights up with a new notification.
We’re heading to the hotel now.
Your heart does a little flip. You sit up straighter in bed, crossing one leg over the other. You hold back the urge to type out a whole paragraph and opt for something simple instead.
Tired?
The reply doesn't take long.
Not tired. My adrenaline is still through the roof. All I can think about is getting there. All I can think about is you
You feel your lips curve into a smile all on their own. You bite the tip of your finger to smother the grin.
I was watching you the whole time. There were thousands of people, and I only saw you. That outfit… are you trying to kill me or what?
You laugh quietly to yourself, imagining him typing quickly from the car seat, surrounded by the guys, trying to stop anyone from peeking over his shoulder.
Maybe I am. I'm waiting for you in the room.
You have no idea what things are crossing my mind right now. Stay up for me.
You close the chat, though you linger on his profile picture for a second. You think about the duality: the perfect idol in front of the world, and the boy who falls apart with you, who texts you impulsively, who lets himself go.
You get up and head to the bathroom. You touch up your lipstick a bit, fix a stray lock of hair, and get rid of any leftover merch still hanging from your clothes. When you step out, the room is dimly lit, with only a lamp turned on by the bed. You sit on the edge, cross your legs again, smooth your skirt a little over your thighs, and take a deep breath.
Time stretches: you don't know if ten minutes pass or thirty. You check your phone again. Nothing new. You get up, pace around the room a bit, walk to the window, and pull back the curtain, looking at the city lights in the distance. Imagining him drawing closer in a black van, hidden behind tinted windows, makes you nervous in an almost teenage way.
And then, the phone vibrates.
We just arrived. Coming up now.
Your pulse races. You turn off the hallway lamp, leaving only the one on the nightstand, creating a soft, almost intimate atmosphere. You stand in front of the bed, as if you were waiting on a small, makeshift stage.
You hear the keycard swipe through the lock.
The door opens and shuts with a soft thud. Hyunjin appears in the entryway hallway, still wearing part of his concert clothes: dark pants, a sleeveless shirt, a jacket dangling from one of his shoulders. His hair is damp, clinging to his forehead and neck, his skin still slightly flushed from the exertion, his chest rising and falling at a rhythm that doesn't seem to have calmed down at all. His eyes lock with yours for a second, and then, they drop.
You feel his gaze trace your body, slowly but with an almost ravenous intensity. The top hugging your chest, the curve of your waist, the leather skirt barely covering the upper part of your thighs, the fishnets, the high boots. His eyes move back up, lingering on your lips, and something in his expression changes.
He doesn't say "hello." He doesn't say your name. He doesn't say anything. He just lets his jacket drop to the floor and heads toward you with determined steps.
He crosses the threshold and, in a single movement, closes the door behind him with his free hand while the other is already settling firmly on your waist. The dull thud of the door shutting blends with the small gasp that escapes your mouth as he pulls you in, erasing what little space was left between your bodies.
"Fuck..." was the only thing he let out before slamming his mouth against yours.
His lips fall upon yours with urgency, as if he had been holding back through the entire concert. There is no initial testing of the waters, no hesitation. He kisses you like someone arriving at the place they’ve been desperate to return to for hours. You taste the sweat mixed with his cologne—slightly sweet, familiar.
His hand on your waist presses you against his chest; the other, almost immediately, slides downward, slipping along the side of your skirt and settling decisively on your backside. His fingers slip under the edge of the leather, touching the bare skin above your fishnets, squeezing tightly.
"The whole fucking concert..." he murmured against your lips, biting them. "Watching you down there, in that fucking outfit... I knew no one else would notice, but I did. I knew you did it for me. You have no idea what you’ve done to me tonight..."
You try to say something, maybe a witty comeback, but you lose your train of thought the moment you feel his fingers press into you, leaving the imprint of his hand. He pulls away for just an instant, just enough to look you in the eyes, his breath crashing against your lips.
His fingers dug into the skin of your hips right above the fishnet stockings as he shoved you backward until your spine hit the wall. There was no sweetness in that first kiss. It was hunger. It was the high of three hours on stage and having you right there, in secret, just for him.
"Dancing like that... right in front of me... knowing I was watching you" his eyes darken a bit. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to stay focused?"
His words pierce right through you, waking up every single jolt of adrenaline built up during the concert. His dilated pupils, his clenched jaw, the way he looks at you makes you feel like the entire stadium stage has shrunk down into this single room.
"Just for you, hm?" you answer, though your voice comes out quieter than expected.
A lopsided smile appears on his lips.
"You're always just for me" he answers without hesitation. "But tonight... tonight you were my downfall."
He kisses you again, slower this time, but without losing any of the intensity. His lips move over yours as if he wants to memorize every curve, every reaction. His fingers on your backside ease up on the pressure for a moment, only to squeeze again, setting a rhythm of their own, as if he still had the music echoing in his blood.
He turns you around with ease, pinning you against the wall. You feel him press against your back, already hard against your backside. His hands travel up your thighs, tracing the fishnets until they reach your skirt. He lifts it without ceremony and groans when he sees what you had chosen to wear underneath: nothing.
"Seriously?" he laughs against your neck, biting your skin. "You went to the concert like this? With nothing underneath?"
You nod, unable to speak as his fingers move down and touch you directly. He was trembling a little, still wired with energy. He touched you with two fingers, opening you up, checking how wet you already were.
"So ready for me..." he whispered, kissing your shoulder as his fingers entered you with deliberate slowness. "My girl, so good... so bad."
He turned you around again to look you in the eyes. His gaze was glassy, the exact same look he had when he was completely lost on stage. But right now, that intensity was directed only at you.
"I want to fuck you with your boots on" he said bluntly, biting your lower lip. "And the fishnets. Don't take them off."
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He didn't wait for an answer. He lifted you with ease and carried you over to the bed.
He dropped you onto the mattress and positioned himself between your legs. He ripped his shirt off in one motion, exposing his skin glistening with sweat and his muscles still tense from the exertion of the concert.
He didn't take off your boots or your fishnets. Just like he said.
He leaned over you, kissing you hard while one hand slid down between your bodies. He touched you right through the fishnet fabric, feeling how soaked you already were. Then, using both his index and middle fingers, he tugged hard to the sides. The sound of the fabric ripping was obscene, sharp. The stockings tore right down the center, leaving your pussy completely exposed.
"Fuck..." he groaned, staring at the opening he had just made. "Look at what you're doing to me. Completely exposed for me."
He ran two fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness and spreading it all over your entrance. He stretched you open with them without any rush, rubbing your clit with his thumb while he watched you.
"So wet... Does it turn you on that much that I was watching you the whole concert?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock, hard and heavy. He rubbed the tip against your exposed pussy through the tear in the fishnets, coating it in your juices, teasing you. Then he pushed inside in a single, deep motion, tearing a choked moan from you. The ripped stockings rubbed against his hips with every thrust.
He stayed still for a second, his forehead pressed against your neck, breathing heavily.
"So tight... always so good for me."
He began to fuck you with long, hard strokes, the leather of your skirt pushed up to your waist, the ripped fishnets clinging to your skin. Every thrust shoved you against the mattress. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while the other squeezed your throat with just the right amount of pressure.
"The whole concert, thinking about this" he groaned. "About fucking you in this fucking outfit..."
"Hyunjin..." you pleaded, arching your back.
He smiled that dark smile he only showed to you.
"Say it again."
"Hyunjin, please..."
He changed the angle and hit you right where you liked it most. Your nails dug into his back. He let out a husky groan and kissed you with tongue, almost violently.
"Harder" you begged.
And he obeyed.
He flipped you over, putting you on your knees, and fucked you from behind, holding you tightly by the hips. One hand reached down to rub your clit through the ripped hole in the stockings while he drove inside you without mercy. You could hear the wet sound of every thrust, his groans, your own ragged breath.
"I'm going to come inside," he warned, his voice cracking. "Is that what you want? Want me to fill you up while you still have your fishnets and boots on?"
"Y-yes... please..."
He came with a long, guttural groan, pushing as deep as possible. He held you there for a few seconds, trembling, before removing the fingers that were still holding you and stroking your back with a contradictory softness.
He turned you over again, kissing you more slowly this time, and moved down to your sex. He spread the torn opening of the stockings even wider and licked you calmly, cleaning up what he had spilled, sucking your clit until you came in his mouth, your legs shaking around his head.
When he finally pulled away, he looked up at you from below with glistening lips and a satisfied smile.
You look at him as he hovers slightly over you, his hair falling into his eyes, his chest still heaving, his expression somewhere between exhausted and fired up. Without thinking, you bring your hands to his face, framing his cheeks, your thumbs tracing the barely visible marks of his already smudged makeup.
He closes his eyes for a second at your touch.
You lean in to kiss the tip of his nose—a soft, intimate gesture that momentarily breaks the tension. He smiles, that genuine smile he almost never shows on stage, reserved for moments like this, when there are no cameras or lights to change him.
He rests his forehead against yours, breathing at your exact same pace.
"Up there..." he begins, his voice calmer now, "when I look out at the crowd and see you, I feel like I can handle anything. But at the same time..." he clicks his tongue, laughing a little against your lips, "at the same time, I just want it to be over so I can come running back here."
His fingers intertwine with yours over your thigh. He squeezes your hand, as if he wants to anchor you to him.
"Do you know what I was thinking about while I was dancing?" he asks, playing with your hand, bringing it to his chest, right over his racing heartbeat.
He shakes his head slowly, teasingly, his lips barely brushing yours.
"I was thinking that nobody had a single clue that the most beautiful girl in the whole room... is mine."
The word "mine" echoes in your ribs. You squeeze his hand back, feeling the strong pulse beneath your palm.
"And I was thinking" you reply, looking directly at him, "that if anyone knew how jealous you get when I say you're not my bias, the stadium would collapse."
His laugh, genuine, fills the room for a moment. That laugh you know so well, the one that shatters the image of the perfect idol and reveals the boy who laughs with his head thrown back, his eyes turning into tiny crescent moons.
His hand returns to your waist, his fingers tracing the line where the skirt meets your skin.
"That's not jealousy" he says, dropping his voice again, bringing his mouth close to your ear. "It's the absolute truth. I'm your bias and your boyfriend. I hold a double title. I've earned it."
You can't help but shiver at his tone, at the way his words feel like both a promise and a declaration at the same time.
You pull him toward you, closing the remaining space. Your lips seek his again, this time at a pace that becomes entirely your own: less desperate, but just as intense, each kiss deeper than the last. His hands glide, memorizing your body over the skirt and the top as if it were the first time, even though you already know the map of his caresses by heart.
A while later, wrapped in his arms, he rests his chin on top of your head, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip.
"Are you going to look this gorgeous at the next concert too?" he asks in a whisper, his voice sleepy yet playful.
You laugh softly against his chest.
"It depends" you reply. "Are you going to keep looking at me like you want to jump off the stage?"
You feel his smile against your hair.
"I’m always going to look at you that way" he says, without hesitating. "Only nobody else needs to know why."
You lift your head to look at him. His eyes are hard to read under the dim light, but you recognize the glow of happy exhaustion, of satisfaction and peace.
You move a bit closer, nesting your body against his.
"It's a deal" you whisper. "I’ll keep being just another fan in the front row. And you’ll keep being the boy who only sees me."
He closes his eyes, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter.
where your new boyfriend, jake, is the perfect man for you. he’s everything you’ve ever wanted, to the point that he feels almost.. familiar.
pairing: jake x f!reader (ft. ex jay)
length: 5.3k
warnings: copycat au, manipulation, jake is unwell af, smut; masturbation, both oral, dom!jake, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cum eating, mouth spitting, nasty shit.. 18+ MDNI
notes: hey… lil quickie to get me back in the writing groove #makeitwashed
YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO MARRY JAKE SIM.
never did you see yourself experiencing a love like in the movies. the red string of fate, the twin flame, the soulmate – all concepts that were fictional to you. you got really close, once, and was humbled so badly that you had sworn off of love. you wouldn’t search for it, or even try for it ever again.
but that’s the thing about love, isn’t it? it happens when you’re least expecting it. you don’t find it, it finds you, and pulls you under so quickly that there’s no time to resist. to you, heartbroken and hopeless you, this took form in the sudden presence of the boy called jake.
jake had always been around – he’s a friend of your ex (he who shall not be named). not a close one, but one you still saw often at hangouts and parties. that one smiley, golden retriever boy with the bleached blonde hair.
he was always such a gentleman with you, at least in the fleeting interactions before your ex would interrupt or steal you away. you still adored those brief moments with jake, and if your ex wasn’t so cutthroat about being the only man in your life, you might’ve found a good friend in jake.
none of it could’ve prepared you for what you ended up finding in him instead.
love. real love, pure love. a love that didn’t keep you waiting, that didn’t have you terrified of it vanishing. a love that was gentle and sweet and understanding. a love that you know you didn’t deserve, and yet a love he fought tooth and nail to give you.
after your messy and very public breakup, jake swooped in like some type of guardian angel. one harmless text of him checking up on you later, and you found yourself attached to his side quicker than you could start missing your ex.
he comforted you through it – held you in his arms when you were ugly crying, cooked meals for you when you couldn’t take care of yourself – and all he asked for in return was to continue being by your side.
once you finally mustered the strength to leave bed after a week of rotting, jake was there to help clean your room of any traces of your ex. he then chucked all of his belongings in his car to drive to the dump, just so you didn’t have to be around the stuff any longer.
jake is a million dollar man. a once in a lifetime man. he is every bit the man that you wanted your ex to be, and better. because jake has none of his flaws. in fact, you’re not sure if jake even has any. he’s so perfect for you, and somehow, he feels like deja vu.
you’re convinced he was a lover in your past life, someone you’ve reincarnated with to find in every reality, with how familiar he seems, how in tune he is with your needs.
you’re so helplessly in love, and you know that someway, somehow – he loves you even more.
—
not a day goes by where jake doesn’t think about marrying you.
you don’t even have to do anything and already, he’s picturing you walking down the aisle, your belly swell with his child. patience, though. he needs enough for both of you. he’s been very intentional in restraining from going that far with you yet. he’s not prepared enough. but he will be, soon.
he smiles to himself as he heart-reacts to your cute little ‘take your time handsome :)’ text, in reply to him apologising for being a few minutes late to come over. he had to wait for the dryer load to be done so he could wear his grey sweatpants – jay’s sweatpants.
every time he wears these, without fail, you go crazy over him. the first time was a carelessly stupid mistake – you’d called him in tears, and in his rush to drive to your place, he’d thrown on the first pair of pants he could find, which he hadn’t realised was from the pile of your ex’s clothes.
by some luck, or perhaps by design, it had worked in his favour. your tears had quickly dried when you saw him walk in with those loose sweats hanging from his hips, and not long after you’d had him pressed to the couch, your lips devouring his. it was the first time you kissed him since the breakup, and it would’ve been your first time having sex since, if only jake hadn’t stopped things before they could escalate.
you’re too affectionate for your own good. it will get your heart broken one day, and it did. but you never have to worry about that happening again – not after you handed it over to jake’s hands.
jay may not be in your life anymore, but bits and pieces of him never really left. you don’t even realise it, but it’s why you fell for jake so hard and fast in the first place.
jake pockets his phone into jay’s sweats. he throws a hoodie over his shirt – also jay’s – before spritzing on a layer of jay’s favourite cologne, then popping a stick of jay’s favourite gum in his mouth. referencing the polaroid taped to his mirror, jake styles his hair, just like jay’s. you first met him when he had the bleached hair, but once he’d heard the news of your breakup, he didn’t think twice about dyeing it back to black.
jake slides the insoles into his sneakers before putting them on, matching jay’s height as he stands up. he clips on the watch around his wrist from the same brand as jay’s.
jake gives himself a once over in the mirror, and clears his throat for one last practice before he leaves. his reflection talks like jay, walks like jay, perfectly mimics his loud laugh and his shy mannerisms. only when jake doesn’t recognise himself anymore does he feel satisfied, and texts you a quick ‘On my way cutie <3’ before grabbing his car keys from the pocket of jay’s jeans he wore yesterday on the floor.
jake hadn’t thrown out a single possession of your ex’s like he promised you. that day he drove them to the ‘dump’ to end up in a heap of landfill, he’d actually just taken them right back to his house, where he’s since been studying them harder than his college finals.
every handmade gift that he can recreate better, every love letter that he can plagiarise and whisper into your ear. he’s even tried learning some of jay’s homemade recipes, and bought a guitar to practise jay’s scribbled songs. he wears some clothing from jay’s closet each time he sees you. he analyses photos to pose like jay, videos to act like jay – every second of every day in his head is just jay, jay, jay. jake thinks about him so much you’d think he was in love.
no part of jay is unknown to him. he wants to know exactly the type of man you fell so deeply in love with, so he can do it all better.
what you don’t know is that jake wanted you first, from afar – from passing by you in the halls and sitting behind you in class. all before jay just swooped in and bagged you like nothing.
you don’t even remember jake’s existence before you met him as jay’s friend. he wasn’t memorable enough, not worthy enough. so, he had to become the man you wanted, the man your broken heart longed for: jay.
and it’s worked better than he could’ve ever imagined.
yesterday, while he was over, you’d shyly (adorably) admitted to jake that you used to journal. you lost motivation to keep up with it after he who shall not be named.
“you should start again,” he had suggested to you, rubbing your arm as he held you under his shoulder. “it’s a healthy hobby to have.”
“i only ever wrote when i was upset.” you looked up at him with eyes full of hearts. “i don’t need it anymore.”
so today, he has an objective.
jake had treated you to a date night-in. he’d cooked a big, hearty meal using one of jay’s recipes – including all the fucking expensive exotic ingredients – then popped a fine wine to share over a binge of the james bond movies. jay loves them, and jay complained about how you’d fall asleep whenever he put them on.
drinking wine and watching a movie that bores you, jake hadn’t expected you to last long. and yet you’d hardly done either with your tongue down his throat and your hand palming the front of his pants.
jake had excused himself to the bathroom before he could embarrass himself, furiously jerked off into your toilet, and by the time he returned you were knocked out on the couch. fast asleep, just like he’d planned.
your sweet, unassuming boyfriend had tip-toed into your bedroom and gone straight for the bottom drawer of your dresser, hitting the jackpot.
diaries. a whole stack of them. licking his lips, he pulled out his phone and opened up the first one, pressing record as he began to flip through each page.
all of your thoughts from your relationship with jay, perfectly preserved in writing. every time he upset you, hurt you, every time you fell in and out of love.
he moved quickly – since there’s no telling if you’d miss him in your slumber and wake up to realise he’s gone – so he could only skim the words as he flicked through, feeling his chest stir and pants tighten with the excitement. he’ll be watching the video back later anyways, when he’s alone and has the time to read it like his own personal bible.
as much as it kills him inside to turn you down each time you’re both hot and bothered, practically fucking already through your clothes, the sole reason jake has been waiting for is this. he needed to know exactly how jay did it, how you liked it, how he kept you with him for so long. he needs to know the right steps to ensure you’ll never want to leave him. and now he’s got it, in between the pages he flicks with his finger, every word captured on camera. fucking jackpot.
“jakey?”
the diary nearly falls from his hands as you call out to him. it fumbles in his grip, and he holds onto it before it can clatter on the wooden dresser. blowing out a breath to calm himself, he responds right away, “yeah baby?”
“where’d y’go?” you drawl back, audibly still half-asleep.
“just getting the bed ready,” he continues to flip through the diary under the sound of his voice, recording the last few pages he needs. “i’ll carry you in, okay?”
“m’kay..”
jake waits for minutes, putting the diary back and periodically inching the dresser shut, right until it quietly sets back into place. like he was never there.
yeesh, not even james bond could understand the panic that just coursed through jake’s body. he did it though – he fucking did it! he’s gonna make you his for life.
—
two pages in and jake thinks he’s scarred for life.
he already knew you were easy.. he can tell how desperately you’ve wanted it since you’ve started dating, and he could tell throughout your entire relationship with jay.
not just from jay’s own word of mouth – loudly bragging about how you were always down, how he ‘didn’t know how to handle all that’ – but from jake’s own ears too. he’d walk past locked bathrooms at house parties, recognising the pitch of your moans in a heartbeat through the thin walls. they’d be playing video games over discord calls, and your voice in the background of jay’s mic would disappear, his breaths growing suspiciously heavier.
being around it happening implicitly is one thing, filling the blanks with his imagination as he fucks his fist is another – but this… this is far worse. you really leave nothing to interpretation.
you slept with jay on the first date – or rather he fucked you, so good and thoroughly that you had no choice but to keep coming back, whether or not he wanted to put a label on it you didn’t care.
here jake is, playing the long game like a fucking idiot, when you were drunk off jay from one sip.
he’s helpless to do anything but keep reading though, turning to the next page while it turns his guts inside out. like a car crash he just can’t look away. he needs this knowledge – he needs to know precisely how you want him inside you, so you have no choice but to believe he’s made for you.
he memorises the words jay used to talk you through it. the details of how his hands and his mouth worked at you expertly. the nitty gritty of how he took you from behind and plowed you. how he was so rough you couldn’t do anything but scream and take it, and yet you loved every second of it. you loved him, and you would’ve let him do whatever he wanted if it meant he loved you back.
hm.
jake peaks under the blanket, eyes falling on the tent in his (jay’s) sweats. there’s even a few dark spots on the grey fabric. picking his phone back up, he starts reading where he left off, sighing in relief as he grips himself through the pants.
who would’ve thought.. reading everything jay did to your body and envisioning it in his head, would have jake this hard.
shameless, he pulls the waistband down to grip himself properly, wincing as he gathers pre on his palm before coating it over his length. jake whimpers, wrapping his fingers tight and jerking his wrist fast, forcing his eyes open so he can keep reading.
that time when jay forced your legs apart even though you were overstimulated, how he filled your pussy to the brim with cum and ate it out, spat it in your mouth then fucked it down your throat–
jake moans pathetically as he coats his hoodie in a sudden spurt of cum. his hips kick weakly into his fist, his eyes fluttering shut as he still attempts to read what happened after jay plugged your mouth with his dick.
with his clean hand, he checks the timestamp on the video, and groans when he sees he’s not even halfway through. he hasn’t even reached the first rough patch (of many) in the relationship, where there’s sure to be copious hate and make-up sex stories awaiting him.
he’s in for a long night with his right hand.
—
“jake, what are you thinking?”
jake licks his lips, tasting your spit coating them, as he buys himself time to reply. his hands run up and down your sides, squeezing the curves in his fingers as his length states his exact thoughts where it twitches below you. you chuckle as you feel it, running a hand through his tousled hair, the light scratch of your nails enough to have him whimpering softly.
honest answer? jake’s thinking about how he spent the last 24 hours reading your diary front to back, how he memorised every single time jay fucked you throughout your entire relationship, how he tired himself out by jerking off to it all night and into the early morning.
he’d surprised you today by coming over unannounced, capturing your lips in a kiss before you could even greet him as you opened your front door, walking you back into the couch where you’ve been buried in each other’s mouths since.
somewhere during your needy gropes and whiney kisses, you’d taken the initiative to climb into his lap – and where he’d usually stop things before they could go further, jake had let you rut against him. desperately grinding against the sensitive heat of each other’s bodies, months worth of bottled tension finally let loose.
“jakey,” you cooed, ripping him from his thoughts as you slowly rolled your hips against him. “what’s up?”
he huffs a laugh. “me.” you roll your eyes, quickly distracted by how his hands guide you to grind harder, earning a shudder from the boy below you. “nah, i’m just.. i still can’t believe you’re real.”
and he means that more than you could know. he’s spent years yearning over the view of the back of your head or your blurry figure in the distance, and now you’re on top of him, when all it took was fitting the mold your ex left behind. in every way.
his breath hitches, length giving another harsh pulse beneath you, and you throw your head back with a frustrated groan, “urgh, i’ve been waiting so long, jake.”
“i know,” he stifles another whimper, trying to keep a cool, collected composure as he praises you. just how you like. “you’ve done so well, baby, i’m proud of you–”
“just let me sit on your dick already!”
jake stammers, completely taken aback. he mentally cross-references how you’re behaving with him right now to how you wrote about jay. you enjoyed intimacy best when jay guided and talked you through it. you liked being manhandled, you loved being fucked, and yet you’re.. bossing jake around?
this isn’t going how it should be…
“i want you in me, jake.” you utter, breath fanning his lips as your hand wedges between where your bodies connect. “i wanna ride you.” his eyes flutter shut at the feel of your palm gripping his length, while you grind yourself against your own hand, too worked up for how slow he’s taking this. “let me?”
shit, he almost did. he lost himself for a moment there – slipping back into the fumbling, awkward mess he is and not the stone-faced dominant man that he’s supposed to be right now. he needs to be jay for you.
“you think you can tell me what to do?” he sneers, grabbing your ass with a slap, hard enough to make you gasp. he pushes down the swell in his chest that feels bad for being rough. “that’s no way to get what you want, baby.”
“jake–” you squeak out, gasping again louder as he pushes you down by the hips, hard enough for his length to dig up into you with a roll of his hips. your eyes widen, from his size and from this new side of him. “i– i’m sorry..”
he hums, unconvinced. “you use your manners when you ask.” jake commands, not even recognising himself from this foreign tone of voice. he’d bet he sounds exactly like your ex with how your body turns to putty under his hands.
you gulp, your eyes glazing over with something he doesn’t recognise. submission, must be. “please?” your voice comes out barely above a whisper.
jake pokes his cheek with his tongue – something jay did that drove you crazy – and watches the effect it has on you in real time as your hips grind on him once more, needy for some damn relief. jake’s grip on you tightens enough to make you pause, and he tuts at you in disapproval.
“please.” you almost whine. “jake, please, i’ve needed you so bad. please let me ride you, i’ll be so good.”
the sweetest girl he’s ever known, reduced to a begging mess because of how perfectly he embodied your ex. he almost loses it again, almost gives in and lets you ride him until he sees stars, but jake locks back in with a reminder: what would jay do?
he runs through each verse of your diary he knows by heart at this point, and after coming to a conclusion of how jay would proceed – jake chuckles in your face.
“nah.”
within a blink jake’s got you off his lap and on your back, pressed into the couch by his chest on yours.
“we’re doing this my way,” he talks you through it as he tugs down your pants, unsurprised to find an absence of underwear. easy. “what you need, baby, is to get fucked.” you whine as his teeth nip at your neck, his tongue licking the sting. “then maybe, if you’re so good, you can ask again.” he almost cries out as his fingers find your pussy, wetness coating the tips. “nicely this time.”
“ah, jake–” you moan loudly for him, two fingers running through your folds before settling at your clit, rubbing digit eights over the throbbing bundle of nerves.
“you’ve been waiting so long?” jake scoffs, quick fingers circling your clit as you writhe beneath him. “baby. you have no idea about me.”
“a-ah! i’m sorry!” you babble, to jake’s confusion. your big, glossy eyes find his, your puffy lips from all his kisses trembling. ah, you must be deep in it. this is seriously too easy. you’ll really get off on being talked down on by jake, just because your ex did it first?
not even a few seconds later you’re clamping your thighs around his wrist, mouth dropping open in a moan, and it takes him a moment to realise you’re cumming already. that took.. nothing. he makes sure to rub you through it, and even a little after until you’re pushing at his chest, whining that it’s too much.
jake’s dick throbs in his sweats, the grey sweats, diary passages flashing in his mind of you writing about jay getting you off. how you’d daydream about the sex for weeks after because of how well he worked your body, how obsessed you were with it. jake almost cums in his fucking pants just thinking about how well he’s doing in mimicking your ex – and you’re drunk off it, you don’t even realise that you’re about to get fucked by the exact same man.
jake rips off both layers restraining him almost painfully at this point, tugging them down only to his knees before he’s back on top of you, lining his cock up with your sopping pussy. you just whimper, too far gone to even beg for him anymore.
with one thrust, jake slides all the way in, the tight fit airing out every thought in his brain. you try to hold onto him with shaky fingers, and he softly shushes each of your whimpers, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. trying to comforting you, even as you’re gripping him like a fucking vice. everything he’s ever wanted, everything he’s sacrificed his entire identity for, gripping him. wet and hot and perfect and so fucking worth it.
he’s able to hold back on cumming solely because of all the recent jerking off to your diary. he sucks in a breath through his teeth, forcing himself to speak, to keep you under his spell.
“you feel so perfect, baby,” he kisses your forehead, and you stare up at him with that dazed look still in your eyes. “i’m gonna fucking wreck you.”
jake snaps his hips, roughly pushing every inch in, and you break off into helpless little moans as he starts to fuck you properly. he bites his lower lip, keeping all of his own in so he can stay the picture of the cold, dominant man you want so badly. he only lets you adjust to the fit while he’s fucking you, your pussy fluttering around him. it must sting, it must be pain mixed with pleasure right now, and yet you’re taking all of him without protest. because that’s just how you like it.
once you’ve adjusted enough to stop sucking him in, jake tilts his hips to angle his thrusts up, hitting that sweet spot that has you whimpering his name.
“yeah, baby?” he almost taunts you as he pushes himself all the way in, soiling his balls in your sticky arousal as he grinds forward, tip nudging your cervix. jake laughs through his sudden rage of jay having this under him everyday and still breaking your heart. that’d be the one difference between them – jake won’t be that stupid. “feels good huh?”
you can’t even get his name out, let alone words anymore, as you lay limply beneath him, heat blooming in your gut as he rubs his length along your g-spot. your eyes roll back into your head, lips stretching in a silent moan, and jake cusses as he realises what’s happening before you clamp down on him, too tight for him to pull back.
you cum again, overcome with twitches through your body and around his cock, and jake just watches in bewilderment. of course you wouldn’t lie in your own diary, but.. you really are too easy. you’ve popped off twice and he’s barely gotten started.
jake runs his hands over your body as he waits for you to come back to him, sliding his palms under your shirt to pinch and twist at your nipples. you whimper, so sensitive.
“c’mere, baby, you’re doing so well,” he pulls your chin into a sweet kiss, right before he slides back into jay. “you’re gonna take more for me. right?”
you nod. pliant, fucked out, so so perfect.
jake smiles, thinking of where to even start with the things he wants to do to you, before remembering that one story in your diary he kept coming back to, the one he came hard to like none other. the one you said was the moment you knew you’d fallen in love with jay.
he wants to see it happen for himself.
jake pins your thighs down to the couch cushions, pries your legs apart, and fucks into you like a madman, like a dog in heat. he’s chasing nothing but his own release as he pounds you into the couch, and he can’t help the soft whimpers he lets slip as the aftershocks of your orgasms has your pussy fluttering around him.
jake’s vision whites out, his ears ring, as pure bliss floods his body, his hips kicking rapidly until he’s spilling out inside of you. he’s so possessed he doesn’t even stop fucking you, not fully registering that he came with how in his head he is. what would jay sound like? how hard would jay go?
“ja..” you try to say his name, trailing off halfway.
he opens his eyes – not even realising they closed – as he looks down at you. you’re even more gone than he is. do you even realise that it’s not your ex fucking you stupid right now?
with a perfect face like that under him, wrapped around him, how is he ever meant to stop?
jake hisses as he pulls out abruptly, leaving a quick kiss on your lips before he crawls down, latching his mouth around your pussy. you scream for him, shoved way past overstim as his tongue ravages you, the mixture of cum gushing onto jake’s tongue.
“j-ja–! ja– ja–!” you stutter, too weak to even get his full name out. jake’s groan rumbles on your clit, his cock leaking into the cushions as it hardens again, realising that his stuttered name sounds like you’re saying jay.
j-jay! jay– jay–!
he’s done it. he succeeded, he won. he became jay.
“keep on saying that, baby,” jake manages to huff out while he laps at you feverishly, the taste of your shared love lighting up his tongue as he eats the cum out of you – right until you’re letting loose for a third time, moaning that broken version of his name through it and driving him fucking insane. jake lets it all flood into his mouth, sucking his lips until he’s releasing your clit with a wet pop.
he lifts himself up again until he’s at level with you, parting your lips with his thumb and waiting until you meet his eyes before he spits the mess of fluids directly onto your tongue. your lashes flutter, and he can see it as you sink even further into that floaty state of mind.
“hold it.” he tells you, rising on his knees and shuffling forward, holding his cock by the base as he directs it to your mouth. “open, baby.”
you do as told, of course you do, letting jake bury himself to the hilt in the wet heat of your mouth. the underside glides over the cum still warm on your tongue, and jake shudders above you, feeling faint in the head from just how fucking hard he is for you.
“you gotta return the favour, yeah?” he only hopes you don’t notice how breathless he is, how he’s just as much of a mess as you are. if he wasn’t putting on this whole jay persona, he’d be a fucking embarrasing bitch for you right now.
you nod, and jake pulls out before pushing back in, tip bumping the back of your throat. he moans unabashedly, fucking the hollow of your mouth, feeling how you constrict around him. how you gag yet make no move to push him off. easy. perfect. just like jay made you, just like you are for jake to have now.
jake snaps his hips ruthlessly until his abs tighten, his cock pulsing until he’s shooting out down your throat. he stays shaking above you, sweating all over, until slowly pulling himself out. he catches your throat bob in a gulp, and he thinks he’s ready for yet another round.
before he can even put a thought to it though, a sudden sob from you has his entire being seizing in panic. tears burst out from your eyes, streaming down your face as you try to cover it with your hands.
“oh no, no, hey,” jake pulls you into a hug, what jay would do the last thought in his mind as he instantly worries he took it too far. he reminded you too much of him, you caught on to his act. “baby, did i hurt you? did i–”
“no, jake,” you cut in, and he pulls back, his brows pinched in confusion. “you didn’t do anything. it all felt really good, you were really good, i just–” another sob chokes up your words, and he just shushes you as he cradles you to his chest, relief flooding all the worry in his system.
what you don’t tell him, what you chose to keep to yourself, is that you thought of jay. when jake was eating you out, and you’re sure you must’ve even said your ex’s name a few times as you came, too deep in subspace to realise what you were doing. to realise that it was your boyfriend and not the last man who’d put you there.
everything jake was doing and saying, it just.. reminded you of him, so much. you don’t miss him, you don’t still love him. it’s just hard for your body to unlearn the ways that someone else has already hammered into them.
“i’m so sorry,” you sniffle. “jake.” you tack on, as if trying to remind your body who you’re with.
“no, no.” he shushes you, stroking your hair. “it’s okay, there’s nothing to be sorry for.”
he really is too perfect for you. you don’t know how you’ll ever deserve someone as pure as him.
“i love you.”
jake pulls back, eyes flitting around your face as if searching for any sign that you’re not serious. “wh– you.. you mean that?”
“i do.” you smile, and he mirrors you, lips stretching wide. “i love you, jakey.”
it’s the first time he’s heard it from you. it might be too early, but you don’t care. nothing’s too early if it’s all fate, all meant to be.
“i love you more.” he rocks you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “more than you could ever know.”
your body stiffens as you’re suddenly transported back in time – living out a once fond memory with jay, how he’d said those exact words back after you’d said you love him first.
jay– no, jake, just holds you tighter, snapping you clean out of your silly rumination. you curl into your boyfriend, forcing your ex out of your mind where he had no business hanging around.
jake wasn’t him, he’d never be him. what were you tripping for?
written for the heart’s mailroom event ! ༊
✷ lee heeseung is in need of his stupidly hot girlfriend, a.k.a. you. after seven agonizing days of distance, unanswered yearning, and an alarming amount of time spent staring at your photos, he's hanging onto his sanity by a thread. unfortunately for him, you finally come home looking even better than he remembered !
🗯️ 内容 explicit sexual content ♫ 18+ ⸝⸝ intended for mature audiences | minors do not interact ᯓ established relationship, clingy!heeseung, needy!heeseung, mutual pining, masturbation is implied for both parties, dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation kink, edging, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie !
EL’S ✷ BUBBLE : goodness gracious hi again everybody . . . again i spent like 3-4 days going back and forth with this and brah sorry i just kept laughing my ass off because from start to finish this is literally just smut so eeeerm whatever this is just 7k words of absolute bullshit ! request can be found here, thank u! ( •̀ ω •́ )
The worst part wasn't the distance. It wasn't the timezone difference or the spotty hotel Wi-Fi or the way your voice cracked over FaceTime at 2 AM his time when you thought he was already asleep but he never was.
The worst part was the photos.
You knew exactly what you were doing.
You had to.
There was no universe where you posted that bikini photo, the one where the teal fabric clung to your tits like it was painted on, water droplets rolling down your collarbone, sun making your skin glow like something divine, and didn't know what it would do to him.
Heeseung had been the first person to like it. Three seconds after it went up. He reshared it to his story with a black heart emoji and nobody understood why. His friends thought it was sweet. His followers assumed it was a casual boyfriend thing. But they didn't know that his hand was already down his sweatpants when he did it, that his cock was achingly hard and leaking against his palm, that the black heart was a coded message: I'm losing my fucking mind.
Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. He counted. He wasn't proud of it.
The first two days were manageable.
You sent him good morning texts with selfies, soft, sleepy, your hair messy and pillow creases on your cheek, and he could handle that. He'd smile at his phone like an idiot, type something disgusting like "you're so cute," and go about his day. But by day three, the photos started arriving. Not the public ones, those were a different kind of torture that he'd scroll through obsessively, zooming in on the curve of your waist, the glimpse of your thighs, the way your lips wrapped around that cocktail straw.
No, the private ones were what broke him.
The first was innocent enough. You were changing after the beach, and you sent a mirror selfie from the hotel bathroom — your damp hair, a white shirt that was slightly see-through from the moisture, clinging to the shape of your breasts, nipples pressing faintly against the fabric, and a pair of black panties underneath. That was it. Just that. You added a caption: "oops, forgot u were on read " and he stopped breathing for a full five seconds.
He screenshotted it. He hated himself for it. He screenshotted it and then he stared at it for twenty minutes, thumb hovering over the call button, cock throbbing in his jeans, and he didn't call because he knew if he heard your voice right then he'd say something pathetic. Something like “please come home” or “I need you so bad it's making me sick” or “I've been hard for three hours and I can't make it stop.”
So he jerked off instead. Right there on the couch, phone in one hand, cock in the other, scrolling through your story, pausing on every frame where your body was visible.
He came embarrassingly fast, under two minutes, with a broken sound that was half moan, half whine, hips bucking up into his fist, and when it was over he felt worse. Not better. Worse. Because his hand wasn't your hand, wasn't your mouth, wasn't your body, and his own orgasm felt like a consolation prize compared to what he actually wanted.
He cleaned up and stared at the ceiling and missed you so much it felt like a physical wound.
Day four was when you sent the photo. He'd later think of it that way, with reverential dread, the way people talk about natural disasters that ruin their lives.
It was a full body shot. You were wearing his black shorts, the ones that were baggy on you, the ones you'd stolen from his drawer before you left, the ones that had to be pinned at the back with a safety pin because they wouldn't stay up. They were slung low on your hips, and he could see the edge of your panties sticking out from underneath, pale pink, a thin strip of lace, the kind you wore when you wanted to feel pretty and not when you wanted to be practical.
Above the waistband, your bare stomach, your navel, and then just a bra, black, simple, pushing your breasts up in a way that made his mouth water. And your hand. Your hand was on your breast, fingers splayed, cupping it through the fabric, and you were looking at the camera with this expression that knowing. It was cruel. You knew what this would do to him. You were doing it on purpose.
His favorite. His absolute favorite. He saved it, he screenshotted it, he sent it to his hidden album, and then he put his phone down and pressed his palms against his eyes and breathed through the wave of arousal that hit him so hard it made his vision blur.
you're wearing my shorts 🤨
That's what he texted you. That's all he could manage.
yeahhh 😿 they smell like u & imy already 🙁 i sleep in them every night, you sent back.
He threw his phone across the couch.
Then he picked it back up, because of course he did.
Day five, you sent nudes. Not even strategically angled ones, real ones, the kind that left nothing to imagination. You were changing, you said, and you just had to show him. Your breasts, bare, your nipples peaked from the air conditioning, one arm stretched out holding the phone, the other covering just enough to be teasing but not enough to hide anything. A second photo: your back, arched, looking over your shoulder, the curve of your ass in those white panties, the dip of your spine, and he could see the strap marks from your bikini, tan lines that made him want to trace them with his tongue.
He sent a voicemail back. He couldn't type. He couldn't form words. So he hit record, and the sound that came out of him was filthy. He was jerking himself off, fast and wet, and he didn't even try to be quiet about it.
He let you hear everything: the slick sound of his fist, the desperate little "hah, hah" of his breathing, the whine that built in his throat, the way he said your name like a prayer and a curse at the same time. "Fuck, baby, I—I need you so bad, I can't—"and then he came, mid-sentence, with a broken moan that cracked at the end, and the voicemail ended with him panting, shaky, barely audible: "Please come home."
You sent back a voice note of your own. Just your voice, breathy and amused: "Aww. Poor baby." And then, softer, almost tender: "Four more days. You can last four more days, right?"
He couldn't. He really, truly couldn't.
Day six, the sexting happened. It started with a check-in, him asking if you'd eaten, if you were staying hydrated, if you were wearing sunscreen, and somehow, inevitably, it derailed. You told him you'd been thinking about him on the beach. About how the water felt, cold and slippery against your skin, and how you wished it was his hands instead. How you'd touched yourself in the shower that morning and imagined it was him, imagined him pressing you against the tile, imagined his mouth on your neck, his fingers inside you.
He was hard before you finished the second message.
"I want to eat you out so bad," he typed, not even caring how desperate he sounded. "I want to put my mouth on you and not stop until you're crying."
"You want to make me cry?"
"I want to make you feel so good you can't help it. I want to taste you. I want—I want—" He couldn't finish. He was too busy coming again, cock pulsing in his grip, spurting over his knuckles, and he hadn't even been looking at anything. Just the words on his screen. Just the thought of you. He came from reading a text message.
Heeseung, twenty-five years old, who prided himself on at least a little stamina, came from words on a screen like a fucking teenager, and he groaned through it, jaw clenched, and thought: I am so, so fucked.
Day seven, the last day, he didn't even touch himself. He just lay in bed and stared at your photos and throbbed. His cock was so hard it ached, flushed and angry and leaking, and he didn't wrap his hand around it because he knew it would be over in seconds and he'd feel even emptier afterward. He just let himself suffer. He let the want build until it was a living thing in his chest, a hollow hunger that no amount of his own touch could fill.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow you'd be home.
He didn't sleep.
You walked through the door at exactly 4:47 PM, and Heeseung was already standing in the hallway like he'd been waiting there for hours, which he had been, since you'd texted him your flight landed, since you'd texted him you were in the cab, since you'd texted him you were five minutes away.
He was wearing his grey sweatpants and an oversized black t-shirt and his hair was messy and he looked like he hadn't slept in a week, and the look on his face when he saw you—
It was hunger. Pure, unfiltered, desperate hunger.
And you looked so fucking good. That was the thing. You knew you did. You'd changed at the airport, into the tiniest denim shorts you owned, the ones that barely covered the bottom curve of your ass, the ones that rode up when you walked. A white tank top, thin enough that the outline of your bikini top was visible underneath, thin enough that if you took that off there would be nothing between your nipples and the fabric but air. Your skin was tanned and glowing and you smelled like coconut and sunlight and he was on you before you even set your suitcase down.
"I missed you," he breathed against your mouth, and then he was kissing you, hands everywhere, your waist, your hips, sliding down to grip your ass through those ridiculous shorts, and he was already hard. You could feel him against your thigh, thick and hot, and he was pressing into you like he couldn't help it, like his body was moving on autopilot, chasing contact.
"I missed you too, baby," you murmured against his lips, and you felt him shiver at the endearment. Your hands came up to card through his hair, and you tugged, just a gentle pull, just enough to tilt his head back, and his breath caught audibly. A small, broken sound that went straight between your legs.
Heeseung, your boyfriend, your pathetic, beautiful, desperate boy, was already trembling.
"Let me—can I—" He couldn't finish a sentence. His hands were shaking where they gripped your waist. He was looking at you with those big, dark eyes, pupils blown so wide the brown was barely visible, and there was a flush creeping up his neck, staining his cheeks pink. "Please. I need—it's been a week and I can't—"
"Can't what?" you asked, and your voice was low and teasing, a dangerous lilt that made his cock twitch. You knew exactly what he couldn't do. You wanted to hear him say it.
"I can't think about anything except you," he said, and his voice cracked on the word you, cracked like he was about to cry, and god, that did something to you. "I've been—I've been so hard, all week, and my hand isn't enough, and I keep coming but it doesn't help, and I—"
"Shh," you said, and you pressed your thumb to his lower lip, and his mouth fell open instantly, pliant and willing, and his tongue darted out to wet the pad of your thumb and you felt a pulse of heat between your thighs. "I'm here now. I'm going to take care of you, okay?"
He nodded frantically, your thumb still on his lips, and he looked so pretty like this — desperate and flushed and hanging on your every word.
You pulled his hair again, harder this time, and he moaned. Actually moaned, loud and shameless, head tipping back to expose the long line of his throat, and you took the opportunity to bite his neck, not gently, not a love bite, a real bite, teeth sinking into the muscle, and he bucked against you with a sound that was dangerously close to a whimper.
"Bedroom," you said.
Heeseung was on the bed before you finished the word, sitting on the edge, looking up at you with those wide, eager eyes, and you stood between his spread legs and looked down at him and felt powerful. You felt powerful alright. This boy, this beautiful, needy, pathetic boy, was literally shaking with want for you, and you'd barely touched him.
You reached down and took off your tank top, slow, dragging it up your body, and his eyes tracked the movement like he was hypnotized. Underneath was the bikini top, teal, the same one from the photo, the one he'd jerked off to four times. Your breasts were spilling out of it, the fabric barely containing them, and he made a sound — not a word, just a noise, like all the air had been punched out of him.
"You like this one?" you asked, running a finger along the edge of the fabric, pushing your breast up slightly. "You seemed to. You watched the story it was in about forty times."
"I—" His voice was raw. "I lost count."
"Take off your shirt."
He ripped it off so fast the seams made a sound, and his chest was heaving, skin flushed pink from his collarbones to his stomach, and you could see the tent in his sweatpants, could see the dark spot of precum soaking through the grey fabric. He was leaking. Just from this. Just from you standing in front of him in a bikini top.
"You're already making a mess," you observed, and you reached down and ran a single finger along the length of his cock through his pants, feather-light, and he jerked like he'd been electrocuted. His hips chased your hand the moment you pulled away, thrusting up into empty air, and he let out a whine that was so pitiful, so utterly desperate, that you felt your own arousal pulse, hot and slick, between your legs.
"Please touch me," he begged. "Please, I need—"
"In a minute." You unbuttoned your shorts and shimmied them down your legs, and underneath were the black panties. The ones from the mirror photo. The see-through ones. And he was staring at them like he was having a religious experience, mouth open, breath ragged, and you could see his cock twitch in his pants, could see another pulse of precum darken the fabric.
"Remember these?" You turned around slowly, letting him see the back, the sheer fabric clinging to the curve of your ass, the lace trim riding up just slightly, and you looked over your shoulder at him and bit your lip. "You came so hard to this picture. I heard the voicemail, baby. You sounded so pathetic. So needy. Were you that desperate for me?"
"Yes," he choked out. "Yes, I was—I am—please—"
You turned back around and stepped closer, close enough that if he leaned forward his face would be inches from your body, and you reached behind yourself and unclasped the bikini top. It fell away, and your breasts were bare, nipples hard from the cool air and from the way he was looking at you, like he was starving and you were the first meal he'd seen in a week.
He lunged forward, mouth open, aiming for your breast, and you grabbed his hair and pulled him back.
"Did I say you could touch?"
The sound he made was devastating. A sob, cut off halfway, and his eyes were wet, actually wet, glassy with unshed tears, and his lower lip was trembling, and he looked so wrecked, so utterly desperate, that for a moment you almost caved. Almost. But you wanted to draw this out. You wanted to make it good.
"Tell me what you want," you said.
"I want—I want to taste you." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I want to put my mouth on you. I want—gosh, I want to eat you out so bad, I've been thinking about it all week, thinking about how you'd sound, how you'd feel on my tongue, and I—"
"Then do it."
He didn't need to be told twice.
His hands grabbed your hips and he pulled you forward and pressed his face between your legs, mouth against your pussy through the sheer fabric of your panties, and you felt the heat of his breath, the desperate slide of his tongue against the wet material. He was moaning into you, actual moans, vibrating against your clit, and the fabric was getting wetter, your wetness, his saliva, the barrier between his tongue and you becoming translucent with moisture.
"Take them off," you said, breathless, and he hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged them down so fast the lace scratched against your thighs, and then his mouth was on you, bare, and—
Fuck.
He was good at this. He'd always been good at this, enthusiastic and sloppy and absolutely relentless, but today, after a week of wanting, a week of desperate late-night phone calls and photos and voicemails, he ate you out like he was dying. His tongue was everywhere, broad strokes through your folds, pointed flicks against your clit, and then he sucked your clit into his mouth and you gasped and your hand flew to his hair and pulled and he whimpered against you, the vibration making your knees buckle.
"Shit, baby—"
He looked up at you from between your thighs, lips swollen and glistening, chin wet, eyes glassy and pleading, and he didn't stop, he kept licking, kept sucking, kept making those small, desperate sounds against your body, and you could feel his hips rutting against the edge of the mattress, grinding against nothing, chasing friction because he was so turned on he couldn't help it.
You pushed him back, and he made a sound of protest, raw and bereft, but you were climbing onto the bed, straddling his face, and then you lowered yourself onto his mouth and he grabbed your thighs and held you there and devoured you.
His tongue was inside you, then on your clit, then inside again, and he was making sounds like he was the one being eaten out, little muffled whimpers and moans, and you were grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure, and you felt it building, that tight coil in your abdomen, and—
"I'm going—fuck, baby, I’m going to come on your face," you told him, and he doubled his efforts, tongue working your clit in fast, tight circles, and you came with a cry, thighs clamping around his head, body arching, and he kept going, kept licking you through it, kept moaning like your orgasm was his own, and when you finally pulled away, shaking, he was gasping for air and his chin was drenched and he was looking up at you with absolute, total devotion.
"Good boy," you murmured, and he shuddered. Actually shuddered, full-body, and you felt his cock jerk where it pressed against your thigh through his sweatpants. "You made me feel so good. You always do."
"Please," he whispered, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Just one, sliding from the corner of his eye, and he didn't seem to notice it. "Please, I need—I need to be inside you, I need—"
"Not yet." You climbed off his face and positioned yourself beside him, and you reached down and palmed his cock through his sweatpants, and he arched off the bed with a strangled cry. The fabric was soaked. Not just damp, soaked, a huge dark patch of precum, and you could feel how hard he was, how thick and hot and desperate, and you squeezed gently and his entire body seized.
"You're so wet," you said, rubbing your palm over the head through the fabric, spreading the moisture, and he was twitching uncontrollably, hips jerking up into your hand. "You've been leaking all day, haven't you? Just thinking about me coming home?"
"All week," he corrected, voice breaking. "All week, I've been—"
"Take this off."
He shoved his sweatpants down, kicked them off, and his cock sprang free, flushed dark, the head an angry red, slick with precum that was dripping down the shaft in a steady stream. He was so hard, veins prominent, twitching in the open air, and you wrapped your hand around the base and his whole body spasmed.
"Ah—fuck, fuck—"
You stroked him once, slow, from base to tip, spreading his precum, and his head fell back against the pillows and his mouth fell open and the sound that came out of him was barely human. You stroked him again, and he was already close, you could tell, his thighs trembling, stomach clenching, and you tightened your grip just slightly and twisted on the upstroke and he screamed.
Not a moan. A scream. Raw and desperate and overwhelmed, and his hips were bucking up into your fist, chasing the sensation, and you could feel him throbbing in your hand, getting close, getting—
You let go.
He sobbed. Actually sobbed, chest heaving, cock bobbing in the air, flushed and leaking and so close to the edge that a single touch would have sent him over, and tears were streaming down his face now, not just one but two wet tracks down his cheeks, and he was looking at you with the most destroyed expression you'd ever seen on another human being.
"Why—" his voice cracked, shattered, "why did you stop—"
"Because I want to do something else first." You shifted, repositioned, and you wrapped your hand around him again and leaned down and took the head of his cock into your mouth.
The sound he made was not a word. It was not a moan. It was something between a gasp and a wail, and his hands flew to your hair, not pushing, just holding, fingers tangling in the strands, and his whole body was trembling like a live wire.
You swirled your tongue around the tip, tasting him, and then you sank down, taking him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and he was falling apart above you.
"Oh god, oh god, oh—your mouth, your mouth feels so—I'm going to—I'm going to come, I can't—"
You pulled off with a slick pop and squeezed the base of his cock, hard, and he yelled, and the orgasm that had been building was throttled, stopped just short of the peak, and he was crying openly now, tears running freely, lower lip caught between his teeth, and the sounds coming out of him were sobs and whimpers and fragmented syllables that might have been your name.
"Please let me come," he begged, and his voice was so raw, so ruined, that you felt a rush of wetness between your own thighs. "Please, I can't—it hurts, I need to come so bad, please—"
"I know, baby," you murmured, and you stroked his hair back from his forehead, gentle now, tender, and he leaned into your touch like a touch-starved animal. "I know it hurts. You've been so good for me. So patient and all. Let me make you feel better."
You reached between your legs with your free hand, you were soaking, absolutely drenched, your fingers sliding through your folds with no resistance, and you touched yourself while you stroked him, and the dual sensation made you both groan. You rubbed your clit in slow circles while you jerked him off, and you were so turned on from watching him fall apart, from the power of having this beautiful, desperate boy at your mercy, that you were already close to another orgasm.
"You want to know a secret?" you asked, voice low and sultry, and he blinked up at you through tear-blurred eyes. "I touched myself thinking about you too. On the trip. In the hotel room. I'd look at the photos you sent—your voice notes, those sounds you made—and I'd fuck myself with my fingers and pretend it was you."
He twitched violently in your hand, and a fresh wave of precum spilled over your fingers.
"I'd come so hard, baby," you continued, squeezing him, stroking faster, your other hand working your own clit in matching rhythm. "But it wasn't enough. My fingers aren't your cock. My fingers aren't you. I needed you just as bad as you needed me."
"I needed you more," he gasped, and it was so pathetic, so utterly heartfelt, that you felt your orgasm crash into you without warning, your body seizing, cunt clenching around nothing, and you moaned loud and long, and the sound of your pleasure pushed him right to the edge again and this time you didn't stop.
You felt the moment he broke.
His cock pulsed once, twice, and then he was coming, thick ropes of cum spurting over your hand, over his stomach, and he was crying out, sounds, raw and broken and overwhelmed, and his whole body was arching off the bed, and the tears were flowing freely now, mixing with the sweat on his face, and you kept stroking him through it, kept your hand moving, and he kept coming, more than you'd ever seen from him, spurt after spurt, and you realized he was still hard. Still hard and still coming and his body didn't know when to stop because it had been wound so tight for so long that the release was overflowing.
"Stop, stop, it's too much—" he sobbed, and you let go, and he lay there, wrecked, chest heaving, cum splattered across his stomach and your hand, tears on his face, and his cock was still hard, still flushed and twitching, and you knew one orgasm wasn't going to be enough. Not after a week. Not after all that buildup.
"That's one," you said, and you brought your cum-covered hand to your lips and licked a stripe up your palm, tasting him, and his eyes went impossibly wide and his spent cock actually jerked back to full attention. "You've got more in you, don't you?"
He nodded, wordless, still crying, and you thought he'd never looked more beautiful.
You stripped off your panties, the last remaining piece of clothing on your body, and you straddled his waist, and you felt his cum between your bodies, slick and warm against your stomach, and you didn't care. You wanted to be messy. You wanted this to be filthy. You wanted him to remember what it felt like when you finally, finally gave him what he'd been begging for.
"I'm going to ride you now," you told him, and you saw the hope bloom in his eyes, the desperate, grateful hope, and you leaned down and kissed him, properly kissed him, tongue in his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips from when he'd gone down on you, and he kissed back frantically, hands coming up to cup your face, and he was making small sounds into your mouth, little whimpers and sighs, and you could feel his cock pressing against your ass, hot and hard and still leaking.
You reached behind you and positioned him at your entrance, and you sank down, just the tip, just the head, and you both groaned. He was big, you'd forgotten, in a week, just how big, how the stretch of him made your walls flutter and clench, and he was so sensitive from his first orgasm that the mere sensation of your heat around the head of his cock had him whimpering, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.
"More," he gasped. "Please, more—"
You sank down, slow, torturous, and you watched his face as you did, the way his eyes rolled back, the way his jaw dropped, the way his breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. When you bottomed out, when he was fully inside you, you paused, and you felt him throbbing, felt every twitch and pulse, and you clenched around him deliberately and he sobbed.
"Don't—please—if you do that, fuck—I'll—"
"You'll what? Come again?" You clenched harder, and he cried out, hands scrabbling at your hips. "That's the point, baby. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel it. I've been thinking about this all week—your cock inside me, filling me up, making me yours again."
More tears fell, and you realized he wasn't crying from sadness or from pain. He was crying from feeling. From the overwhelming intensity of finally, finally having you, finally being inside you, after a week of his own inadequate hand and your cruel, beautiful photos. He was crying because it felt too good to process. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm—"
You started to move. Slow at first, a grinding roll of your hips that pressed his cock against your front wall, against that spot that made your vision blur, and you braced your hands on his chest and rolled your hips and watched him fall apart beneath you. He was gone. Completely gone. His head was thrown back, throat exposed, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed convulsively, and his hands were on your hips, holding on. Holding on like you were the only solid thing in a world that was spinning too fast.
"Faster," he begged. "Please, faster, harder—"
You obeyed. You lifted your hips and slammed back down, and the sound that rang out was so obscene that he yelled, and you did it again, and again, setting a brutal pace, riding him hard, and the angle was perfect, the pressure on your clit from the base of his dick, the stretch of him inside you, and you were already close again, already feeling that coil tightening.
"Touch me," you commanded, and his hands flew to your breasts, squeezing, thumbs rolling over your nipples, and you moaned and threw your head back and bounced on his cock harder, and he was meeting your thrusts now, hips snapping up to meet you, and the wet slap of your bodies was the filthiest, most beautiful sound in the world.
"You feel so good," he gasped, voice raw and destroyed. "You feel so fucking good, I can't—I'm not going to last—"
"Then don't." You leaned down and bit his earlobe, then whispered against the shell of his ear: "Come inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel it dripping out of me for the rest of the night."
He shattered. His back arched off the bed, his fingers dug bruises into your hips, and he came with a sound that was closer to a scream than a moan, long, drawn-out, broken in the middle by a sob, and you felt it, felt the pulse of his cock inside you, felt the heat of his cum flooding you, and it pushed you over the edge too, your orgasm ripping through you, cunt clenching and fluttering around him, milking every last drop, and you collapsed against his chest and both of you were shaking, trembling, crying — the hell, when had you started crying?
You didn't know, but your bodies were tangled together and it was too much, everything was too much, in the best possible way.
You lay there for a long moment, catching your breath, his cock softening inside you, and you felt the trickle of his cum leaking out around the seal of your bodies, and he was still sniffling, still trembling, and you pressed kisses to his jaw, his cheek, his tear-streaked face, and he turned into your touch like a flower toward the sun.
But this was the thing about Heeseung, you shifted your hips slightly, and you felt it. Still half-hard. Twitching. Recovering. And you knew, with a rush of heat between your legs, that he wasn't done.
Neither were you.
"Baby," you murmured against his ear, and you felt him shiver. "You still want more?"
"I always want more," he whispered, and his voice was wrecked, hoarse from crying and moaning, and the honesty in it made your cunt clench around his half-hard cock and he hissed. "I always want you. It’ll never be enough."
"You’re too greedy, no? How can someone be that greedy," you teased, and you bit your lip and looked down at him through your lashes, and his eyes darkened.
"Only for you."
You lifted your hips and let him slip out. You saw the mess, his cum and yours, smeared across his stomach and yours, and you reached down and ran your fingers through it, and you brought them to his lips, and he opened his mouth without hesitation, sucking your fingers clean, tongue swirling around the digits, and his cock, which had been softening, jerked back to full hardness.
"Dirty boy," you murmured, and he flushed darker, and you saw the conflict on his face, shame and arousal warring behind his eyes, and arousal won, as it always did with him. "You like being dirty for me, don't you?"
"I like being anything for you," he said, and it was the most sincere thing anyone had ever said to you.
You turned around. You positioned yourself on your hands and knees, and you looked over your shoulder at him, and you stuck your tongue out, just a little, just a tease, the way you knew drove him insane, and you wiggled your hips and said: "Then come prove it."
He was behind you in a second. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you open, and you felt his gaze on you, on your pussy, still dripping with his cum, still puffy and flushed from your orgasms, and he groaned, low and hungry, and you felt his cock press against your entrance.
"Wait," you said, and he froze instantly, ever obedient, ever desperate to please. "I want you to eat me out first. Again. I want your tongue inside me again. Then you can fuck me."
He didn't hesitate. His face was between your legs again, tongue sliding through your folds, tasting both of you and he moaned against you like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. His tongue pushed inside you, fucking you with it, and you could feel his cum dripping onto his tongue, and he was swallowing it, swallowing everything, and the obscenity of it had you pushing back against his face, grinding, chasing more.
"Such a good boy," you gasped, and he whimpered into you, and you felt fresh tears, his tears this time, wetting the inside of your thighs as they fell, and the vulnerability of it, the raw submission, had you hurtling toward another orgasm. "My good boy. Only mine. Nobody else gets to see you like this, nobody else gets to have you—"
"Only you," he confirmed against your body, the words muffled by your pussy, vibrating against your clit. "Only you, only you, only—"
You came on his tongue, again, thighs shaking, and he held you up and licked you through it and when you finally pulled away you were boneless and trembling and he was looking at you with those red-rimmed, tear-stained, absolutely wrecked eyes, cock jutting out from his body, hard as steel, and you felt a rush of tenderness so fierce it almost hurt.
"Come here," you said softly, and you turned onto your back and opened your arms, and he crawled up your body and kissed you, and you tasted yourself and him on his tongue, and you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him into you in one fluid motion.
He sank to the hilt and you both gasped, and this time it was slower, not the frantic, desperate pace of before, but something deeper. He was moving in long, grinding strokes, hitting every sensitive spot inside you, and his forehead was pressed against yours, and you could see his eyes up close, overflowing with feeling, and you cupped his face and brushed the tears away with your thumbs and he turned his head to kiss your palm.
"I love you," he whispered, and his voice broke on love, broke open like he couldn't contain it, and you pulled his hair and he moaned and you bit your lip and he watched your mouth like it was the center of the universe.
"I love you more," you said, and then you tightened your legs around his waist and rolled your hips and he made a sound that was half sob, half moan, and you swallowed it with a kiss.
He fucked you slower but deeper, each thrust deliberate, purposeful, hitting that spot that made your breath catch, and you could feel another orgasm building, your fourth, his third, and this one felt different, bigger, like something immense was gathering at the base of your spine, and you broke the kiss and gasped against his mouth.
"I'm close," you warned, and he nodded, and his pace increased, hips snapping faster, and he was hitting so deep, so perfect, and you were clenching around him, and he was groaning with every thrust, and—
"I'm—I can't—" He was crying again, silent tears streaming, and his face was scrunched up in an expression that was almost pain, almost pleasure, something in between that was too intense to name. "I'm going to—again—"
"Do it," you commanded. "Come with me. Now."
You clenched around him and his mouth fell open in a silent scream, and you felt him pulse inside you, felt the heat of his cum, and that triggered your own orgasm, this one different, deeper, your whole body shaking, cunt clenching rhythmically around him, and you were both crying, both gasping, both clinging to each other like you were the only two people in the world, and he was still thrusting through it, shallow and twitching, and you could feel the overstimulation making him shake, making his breath come in hitches and hiccups, and he collapsed against you, full body weight pressing you into the mattress, and you held him and he sobbed against your neck.
"I'm sorry," he wept, and you could feel his tears hot against your skin. "I can't stop crying, I'm sorry—"
"Don't apologize," you said, and your own voice was thick, wavering. "Don't you dare apologize. That was—you were perfect. You're always perfect."
He lifted his head and looked at you, face blotchy and wet and so, so beautiful, and you kissed his eyelids, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and he smiled, and you felt your heart crack open in your chest.
"You're mine," you told him, and it wasn't a question.
"Yours," he agreed, and he buried his face in your neck and breathed you in, and you felt his cock twitch one last time inside you, and you both laughed, the sound of it echoing off the walls of your shared apartment, your home, the place where you belonged, together, tangled up in each other and the mess you'd made.
Later, much later, after showers and water bottles and the kind of gentle, exploratory touching that was less about arousal and more about reassurance, you lay tangled in bed together, your head on his chest, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your shoulder.
"I have a confession," he said quietly.
"More confessions? After all that?"
"I screenshot every photo you sent. Even the ones from your public story. I have a whole album."
You laughed, bright and surprised. "I know. I can see your screenshots."
He groaned, covering his face with his free hand. "Fuck, that's so embarrassing."
"That's so hot," you corrected, and you bit his chest playfully, and he squirmed. "I love that you were that desperate for me. I love that I had you on a chokehold."
"You always have me on a chokehold," he muttered, and there was no heat in it, just fact. Just the simple, unvarnished truth. "You could wear a garbage bag and I'd still be hard for you in three seconds."
"Ew, that's so… disgusting and romantic and I'm going to think about it every time I miss you."
"Don't go anywhere for a while," he said, and his voice was small, and when you looked up at him his eyes were earnest and vulnerable and still slightly red from crying. "Please."
You reached up and stroked his hair, and he melted into the touch, and you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"I'm not going anywhere," you promised. "I just got back to you."
He pulled you closer, tighter, like he could fold you into himself and keep you there permanently, and you let him. You let him cling and you clung back, because the truth, the truth that neither of you said out loud but both of you knew, was that the desperation went both ways. You'd sent those photos on purpose, sure, but not just to tease. You'd sent them because you needed him to want you. You needed to feel wanted from five hundred miles away. You needed proof that the ache was mutual.
And it was. God, it was.
"I'm already hard again," he mumbled against your hair, and you felt the evidence pressing against your thigh, and you laughed again, incredulous, fond, so deeply in love it made your chest hurt.
"What a weirdo," you accused.
"Only for you," he said, and it was the second time he'd said it tonight, and you believed it completely.
You rolled on top of him and pinned his wrists to the pillow and leaned down and whispered against his lips: "Then let's go again."
And his eyes lit up, bright, eager, desperate, yours, and he said:
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