Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, you and Yang Jungwon began as strangers tied by duty, not love. He was cold and distant. You were quiet, holding in too much. The house was silent — not with peace, but with everything unsaid.
But behind the stillness were wounds neither of you knew how to voice.
Until one night, everything cracked open.
An argument erupted — raw, messy, long overdue. You finally said all the things you’d buried. How unloved you felt. How invisible. And then you walked away before he could speak, tired of being the only one feeling everything.
𐙚warnings: arrange marriage au, second chance romance (with a twist), angst, fluff, slow burn, comfort.
𐙚now playing: pluto projector by rex orange county and here with me by d4vd
𐙚a/n: this is for the quiet ones. The ones who love deeply but don’t always know how to say it. The ones who wait. Who break. Who heal slowly. And for anyone who’s ever wished someone would choose them not because they have to — but because they want to.
(this has been in my drafts for so long ࣪𖤐.ᐟ)
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The day you married Yang Jungwon, you wore the prettiest smile you could fake.
Your families clapped. The cameras flashed. Vows were exchanged under the weight of tradition, not love. The boy beside you barely glanced your way — too composed, too unreadable. A stranger wearing your last name.
And from that day on, you lived in a house that echoed with silence.
Jungwon was cold — not cruel, but distant. He came home late, barely said good morning, and never once looked at you like a husband should. You were roommates bound by paper and legacy.
You tried.
You cooked for him. Folded his laundry. Waited for him to ask about your day. You left small notes on the counter — reminders, thank-yous, soft questions — that he never answered. You dressed up for dinners with his family, smiled when they praised him, kept quiet when they asked about the marriage.
You swallowed the ache every night as you crawled into bed beside him, your backs facing each other like strangers under the same roof.
He didn’t hate you.
But he didn’t love you either.
And that was worse.
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Until one night, something snapped.
You were sitting on the couch, waiting for him again — the food on the table long cold, your heart even colder.
He walked in past midnight, loosening his tie like nothing mattered. You stood, unable to hold it in anymore.
“You could’ve at least texted.”
He looked up, tired. “I didn’t know I had to report to you.”
That hurt more than it should’ve.
“I’m your wife, Jungwon,” you said quietly. “You don’t have to love me. But you could at least respect me.”
He let out a breath, annoyed. “Don’t make this dramatic. You knew what this marriage was from the start.”
Your eyes burned. “Yes, I did. But that doesn’t mean I deserve to be treated like I don’t exist.”
He scoffed lightly. “You’re the one who wanted something more. I never promised anything.”
That was it. The final break.
Your voice cracked. “Do you think I wanted this? To fall in love with someone who only sees me as an obligation?”
He froze.
You stepped closer, tears slipping now.
“I’ve done everything to make this feel real — to make you look at me and see a person, not a burden. I loved you quietly. I waited. I hoped. But you… you never even tried.”
His lips parted slightly, like he might say something.
But you shook your head, already broken. “Don’t. Don’t say anything. Not now.”
And before he could stop you — you walked out.
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The silence that followed was different.
Not soft. Not gentle.
It was ice.
You didn’t speak to him. You didn’t look at him. You moved like a ghost in your own home — quiet, polite, untouched.
It drove him insane.
He started coming home earlier. Waiting at the dining table. Leaving his phone face-down to prove something. But you never sat with him. You took your meals alone. You answered him with nods or empty stares.
And for the first time, Jungwon realized what true silence felt like.
Because before, you filled the space.
With warm meals, soft glances, little attempts.
Now, he was alone with his guilt. With every word he never said. Every kindness he never gave. Every soft love you handed him, and he ignored.
You weren’t asking anymore.
You were done hoping.
And that scared him more than anything.
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The house felt colder after you stopped speaking.
Not literally — the lights still worked, the heater still buzzed gently, your chores were still done, your slippers were still by the door. But everything felt… wrong.
You were still there, moving through rooms like a shadow. Still polite. Still present. But distant in a way that made Jungwon feel like he was haunted by everything he didn’t say.
And for the first time in your marriage, he noticed the little things too late.
He noticed the way your side of the bed didn’t have that quiet hum of breathing anymore — you had started sleeping in the guest room.
He noticed how your toothbrush had disappeared from its usual spot.
How the ribbon you always tied your hair with — the one he had bought you in passing — was gone.
He noticed everything now, and it made him sick with guilt.
He tried to speak to you.
"Are you free tonight?"
You didn't look up. “I have plans.”
With who? he wanted to ask. But he didn't dare.
"You didn't eat dinner," he said one evening.
“I wasn’t hungry,” you replied, shutting your bedroom door.
He started leaving you notes, the same way you used to — folded gently beside your mug or tucked between pages of your books.
“I got your favorite tea.”
“Do you want me to drive you to work?”
“I'm sorry.”
You never replied. But you never threw them away.
And that was enough to keep him hoping — barely.
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One night, he found himself in front of your door, knuckles hovering mid-air. He didn't know what he wanted to say. He just wanted to see you — not your silhouette in the hallway, not your footsteps echoing down the stairs. You.
He knocked.
You didn’t open.
But you didn’t tell him to leave either.
So he sat outside your door, back against the wall, long after the clock struck 2 a.m.
And he whispered to the wood between you:
“I thought if I stayed cold enough, it’d hurt less.
I thought if I didn’t fall, I couldn’t break.
But I think I.. broke anyway.”
You never answered.
But you didn’t need to — because tears were already sliding silently down your cheeks on the other side.
The days dragged on.
He gave you space, but it tore him up.
He started doing things you used to do for him: folded your laundry, made you breakfast, picked up the books you’d left scattered in the library. But you never acknowledged it — and maybe that’s what he deserved.
You weren’t being cruel.
You were being honest.
And Jungwon was finally realizing that silence wasn’t passive — it was punishment.
Because it wasn’t empty.
It was full. Of every unsaid thing. Every unanswered kindness. Every second he wasted thinking you'd always be there, waiting.
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One evening, you found him asleep on the living room couch — a half-written letter on the table in front of him.
Your name was at the top.
You stood there, staring at his sleeping face — so peaceful, yet lined with something new. Regret. Longing. Maybe even love.
But you weren’t ready.
So you walked away — not because you didn’t care.
But because you finally did.
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It had been weeks since that night Jungwon fell asleep on the couch.
You never asked what the letter said.
But the air between you had changed — quieter, somehow, yet heavier. You weren’t mad anymore. You were just… tired. Like you had been carrying too much for too long, and now all you wanted was peace — not closure. Not even love.
Just peace.
Jungwon, however, had none.
You didn’t see it, but he was breaking.
In the quiet way men like him fall apart — behind closed doors, in late nights filled with words he couldn’t say, in every room that still smelled like you. The guilt had grown inside him like rot, and it was devouring every part of him that used to feel whole.
He would wake up in the middle of the night, reaching out blindly to the side of the bed where you used to lie.
His hand would only find cold sheets.
He would walk past the kitchen, still expecting to hear the soft clink of your spoon against a teacup.
There was only silence.
The silence used to be his weapon.
Now, it was his punishment.
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Then one day, it broke.
He came home late, again — not by choice this time, but by force of routine. You were already in the hallway, coat in hand, reaching for the door.
He paused.
"Where are you going?"
You looked at him. Not cruel. Not angry. Just blank.
“Out.”
“With who?” he asked, quieter than before.
You tilted your head, voice cool. “Does it matter?”
Something cracked in his chest.
“You don’t talk to me anymore.”
You gave a bitter smile. “I talked to you for months, Jungwon. You just never listened.”
He stepped forward. “I’m listening now.”
You blinked — slow. Almost unimpressed.
“Now?”
And before he could blink, it all came out — like a dam that refused to hold any longer.
“You didn’t see me. You saw duty. Convenience. Someone who wouldn’t push back.
I loved you in silence. I swallowed my pride every day, hoping you’d look at me and see something more.”
He flinched like the words physically hurt.
“Do you know what it’s like to sleep in a room filled with a love that never existed?”
You weren’t shouting.
You weren’t crying.
That’s what made it worse.
You were calm. Cold. Detached.
You had finally let go — and he could feel it in the way your voice didn’t tremble anymore.
You turned away, grabbing the doorknob.
“I’m done begging for your heart, Jungwon.”
And this time, when you walked out — he chased after you.
“Wait—please,” he called out, his voice breaking for the first time. “Don’t go.”
You stopped at the foot of the steps, frozen.
“I don’t know how to love right,” he said, breathless. “But I know what it feels like to lose you—and I can’t live like this anymore.”
You turned around slowly, meeting his gaze.
There it was: grief. Regret. Raw, honest fear.
For the first time… he looked like someone who had finally learned what it meant to want someone, not just have them.
He stepped closer, hands shaking.
“I should’ve fought for you when you were still fighting for me. I should’ve listened. Should’ve said something—anything. But I didn’t. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
You looked at him.
And for once, he was the one falling apart.
You were the calm. He was the storm.
But you didn’t walk away this time.
You stood in front of him, heart still, eyes unreadable.
And you said:
“Don’t tell me you love me tonight.
Tell me when I believe you can.”
Then you walked back inside — leaving the door unlocked behind you.
And for Jungwon… that was the first hope he’d felt in months.
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The next morning after the argument, you expected the same silence.
But when you came downstairs, the kettle was already on.
Your favorite mug was sitting beside it. The same one you’d packed away when the silence first began.
You didn’t say anything.
Neither did he.
But when your fingers brushed the warm ceramic, your heart softened — just a little.
Jungwon never begged again after that night.
He never asked you to forgive him. Never asked if things were “okay” now. He just… stayed.
Consistently.
Gently.
He waited.
He’d fold your laundry and place it neatly outside your room.
He’d cook meals you liked and pretend he didn’t notice when you barely touched your food.
He never forced a smile, but when he looked at you — really looked — you saw something fragile behind his eyes.
A kind of hope that didn’t dare ask for anything in return.
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One rainy afternoon, you came home soaking wet, shoes squelching on the tile.
You were tired. Frustrated. Cold.
Before you could say anything, Jungwon appeared in the hallway, holding out a towel — already warm from the dryer.
You paused as he wrapped it around you, feeling the warm and comfortable feeling.
“…Thank you,” you whispered, for the first time in weeks.
He didn’t reply with words.
Just a small nod. And a softer gaze.
That night, you sat at the same dinner table again — two feet apart, barely speaking, but finally there.
It wasn’t easy.
You still had nights where you cried alone, unsure if you could ever really love him again.
And he had nights where he nearly knocked on your door just to say goodnight — but didn’t.
Because this time, he knew better.
This time, he didn’t want to take what wasn’t offered.
So instead, he waited.
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One evening, you passed by his room and saw his light still on. You hesitated.
Then you knocked — softly.
The door creaked open.
He sat up fast, startled. You were in one of his old shirts — the one you used to wear back when things felt safe.
He blinked. “Is everything okay?”
You looked at him — really looked — and for once, you didn’t see the cold boy who shut you out. You saw the man who stayed.
The man who didn’t run when you broke.
You stepped inside.
“I can’t forget everything,” you whispered. “But I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel anything.”
He stood, slowly. Hands shaking.
“You don’t have to say anything,” you said. “I just… I needed you to know that I’m trying.”
His voice broke when he finally spoke.
“I’ll wait. For as long as you need. Even if you never choose me in the end — I’ll wait.”
You didn’t answer with words.
You just took a shaky step forward — and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let him hold you.
Not as strangers bound by marriage.
Not as two people pretending.
But as two hearts, finally reaching toward something real.
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The morning light is golden when you stir awake — soft and lazy through the linen curtains.
You feel it before you even open your eyes: the steady rhythm of his breathing behind you, warm fingers loosely wrapped around your waist, his nose tucked gently against the crook of your neck.
Jungwon always sleeps like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
You turn slowly in his arms, careful not to wake him. But his eyes flutter open anyway — still heavy with sleep, lips parted, hair messy against the pillow.
You smile.
“You’re staring,” he whispers.
“You snore,” you whisper back.
He lets out a soft laugh — low, quiet, and real.
God, This felt so real.
The one who smiles just for you. The one who wakes up wrapped around you like you’re not just someone he shares a house with, but someone he wants to stay next to — forever.
You pull back slightly, just to look at him.
There’s no tension anymore.
No fear.
Just him. Just you. Just the stillness between two people who’ve fought to be here.
And finally — finally — love.
Not the kind that comes crashing in all at once. But the kind that grows slowly, deliberately, through open doors and late-night talks and hands held during hard days.
“You love me now, don’t you?” you ask quietly, not teasing. Just… curious.
Jungwon looks at you like the answer has always been obvious.
“I loved you when you walked away,” he says. “But I fell in love with you when you let me stay.”
Your heart stutters — not like it used to when love was terrifying, but in the quiet, steady way that means you're home.
You lean in, forehead resting against his. “I think I’m falling, too.”
His thumb brushes over your cheekbone.
“Then fall,” he whispers. “I’m already here to catch you.”
That morning, you stay in bed a little longer.
No more pretending. No more waiting.
You don’t fall in love with him that morning.
You realize… you already have.
And this time — it’s real. It’s mutual. It’s soft.
It’s yours.
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THE END.
𐙚a/n: hope you all like it! please don't forget to reblog if you liked the story! i would very much appreciate it.
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pairings: ot7!enhypen x 8th member f!reader
summary: y/n pranks the members by telling them she found a male idol on a dating app. she then remembers why she shouldn't prank them. like, ever again.
tags: fake texts, crack, humor (or at least an attempt lmfao), strong language, enha being down BAD for y/n, they’re all very dramatic men, loser!enha, profanities, unhinged jake, use of the word 'gooning' lmfaooo, reference to sexual acts, this is ZEROOO hate to cortis like i rlly love them lol, mild possessiveness, this is so unserious, meme!hee is back, 18+ (i think that's it, if not lmk pls lol)
disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. i am not claiming that this depicts enhypen or anyone involved in real life.
a/n: HAPPY NEW YEARRRRR (-ish lol ik i'm late both to this trend and saying happy ny but like is it really montse if she isn't just a taddddd fashionably late). N E WAYYYss. i hope you all enjoyed the holidays, had great food, and lots of rest <333 i also hope you're voting for enha and preparing to stream THE SIN:VANISH.... :p
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heyy how about first time with jay? (female reader) like he is her first boyfriend so she is pretty shy and jay also isnt that experienced but still trying his best to lead as a soft dom, talking her through it trying not to bust immediately himself and give good aftercare?
sorry for the late response anonie, i’ve been so caught up with finals ><
warnings: established relationship, loss of virginity, use of petnames, praise, making out, fingering, p in v (use protection!!!), dirty talk, jay is the sweetest 💔
your hands are trembling as you lie back against the pillows, heart racing. jay’s hovering above you, just having taken his shirt off. his gaze is soft and full of tenderness. it makes your stomach flip.
“you okay?” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
you nod slowly, cheeks warm. “yeah… just nervous.” your voice catches in your throat. you and jay had dated for a couple months, and he was your first everything. after all the build-up sexual tension you two had, it was finally about to be released.
he smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “me too,” he admits, with the quietest chuckle. “but i’ve got you, okay?”
you nod again, your hand reaching up to grip his shirt, grounding yourself.
“you tell me if you want to stop at any point,” he says, voice low and gentle. “promise me?”
“promise.”
jay kisses you slow, taking his time, savouring you. his lips move over yours carefully, reassuringly. his hand on your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles. he’s warm.
as he deepens the kiss, his hand slides under your shirt, asking without words. you lift your arms so he can pull it off, eyes fluttering shut as he trails kisses down your neck.
“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss just above your heart. “let me take care of you.”
you shiver, biting your lip. his hand trails lower, under your jeans, hovering at the waistband of your underwear. “can i?” he whispers.
you nod, your voice barely audible. “please.”
jay eases them off slowly, eyes flicking up to your face every second, checking in. he leans down again, kissing your hips, your stomach, whispering soft praise in between.
when he finally presses a finger against your clit, just to test the waters, your breath catches.
“you’re already so wet, baby,” he says softly, a timid smile on his lips. you moan, blushing at his words. he’s quick to reassure you. “you’re doing so good.”
he takes his time. fingers teasing but gentle, watching your reactions, adjusting instantly when you tense.
and when after some minutes finding you he finally lines himself up, he kisses you again, tender and slow. he whispers, “breathe for me, okay?”
you clutch at his shoulders as he starts to push in, and he groans under his breath, clearly trying to hold it together.
“f-fuck, you’re s-so tight,” he breathes, jaw clenched. “i’ll go slow. i’ve got you.”
every few seconds he kisses your cheek, your forehead, your lips, whispering sweet praises to soothe the pain.
“you’re doing so good for me, baby,” he says, voice shaking a little. “so fucking good. you feel like heaven.”
he tries so hard not to move too fast, biting his lip every time your walls flutter around him. he’s close already, you can feel it. you whimper, hips instinctively shifting toward him, and he gasps.
“don’t do that, please,” he chuckles breathlessly, “or i’m gonna lose it in two seconds.”
“you feel so good,” he groans, hips rocking into you gently. “so warm and tight… fuck—i’m trying not to finish like an idiot.”
you giggle, which makes him grin against your skin. “don’t laugh at me,” he whines, but there’s nothing but love in his voice.
as he starts thrusting into you, he keeps his forehead against yours, whispering praise between every thrust. he guides your hips, groaning at every sound you make, whispers your name like a prayer.
and when you finally cum, trembling beneath him, jay follows soon after burying his face in your neck, breathing hard.
afterwards, he doesn’t leave your side. he quickly walks off the bedroom to grab a wet cloth and a glass of water. after cleaning you, he lays down next to you, holding you tight. he kisses your shoulders, your collarbone, brushes your hair off your face and pulls the covers over you both.
“are you okay?” he whispers.
you nod, exhausted but smiling. “yeah.”
he kisses your forehead.
“was it okay? did i hurt you?” he asks, a little shy.
“more than okay,” you whisper. “thank you.”
jay wraps you in his arms, holding you close.
“you don’t have to thank me, baby,” he murmurs, “i’d do anything for you.”
genre: smau/fake texts, friends to lovers, downbad!sunghoon, romance, fluff
warnings: suggestive, profanity, yn is mean LOL , sunghoon is insanely in love with her, mpreg hehe, mentions of skinship and groping, empty violent threats, 18+ ignore timestamps and typos
synopsis: sunghoon doesn't mind making a fool of himself if it means he has your attention.
hoonieyun notes: happy birthday to my princess hoonie c:
⭑ FRIENDS TO WORRY ABOUT park sunghoon & park jongseong
heeseung hasn't been the best boyfriend, and the further apart you two grow, the closer you get to his best friends. all you need is for him to slip up one last time to finally make your fantasies come true.
starring ⋆ bf's besties!jayhoon x reader
this work contains ⋆ smut. mdni. cheating, threesome, a little mxm never hurt anybody, double penetration, exhibitionism, hee is a bitch but so is everyone else lowkey, so much spit, praise, bondage, creampies, multiple orgasms, overstim, squirting, cum eating and cum play. quick oral f!rec, fingering.
length ⋆ one shot ⸻ 7.3k words
✷ NIA if this stops making sense at times. yeh. makes sense. not proof read ofc😁 if this sounds familiar it's bc it's a rewrite of a veryyyy old fic on my old blog :3
You'd knocked on Jay and Sunghoon's apartment door late at night—or way too early in the morning, depending on who you ask—fully expecting to be met with silence on the other side.
You had an habit of chickening out of shit, whether it meant going through with asking for a well deserved promotion at your job during negotiations, or asking that one friend you haven't seen in months to maybe go get coffee at the new spot down the block. Or, well, the worst of them all, sticking around Heeseung when you both knew he was no good for you. So it's not surprising that you found the courage to go up to the boys with nothing in your way, and still chose to not ring the doorbell, make yourself as small as possible on the 'oh no, not you again' doormat, feet shuffling with the itch to turn your back and pretend nothing happened.
Heeseung cheating didn't exactly come as a shock to you. All your life you thought your boyfriend breaking your trust in the worst possible way would've completely destroyed you, but the truth is that what you were feeling in that moment was anything but.
It didn't feel good, of course. But in the back of your mind you'd long given up on him and his pitiful attempts to 'make things right', just to fuck up once again. It was small things at first, like forgetting things you'd told him, getting your preferences mixed up, canceling on a date because work got too tiring for him. Not nice, but understandable enough, you'd told yourself it was the honeymoon phase fading away, and you just needed to find that spark again.
Except it became clear that Heeseung had no interest in taking that journey with you, but still wouldn't let you go completely. The months you laid awake, waiting for him to show up with an explanation that would have it all make sense. The missed dates, the unanswered calls, the empty apologies and promises of being better the next time around if you just gave him one more chance to make it right. You saw the signs, pretended not to. Thought he'd spare your feelings if you acted just a little less clingy, a little less needy. A little more like the woman Heeseung loves is supposed to act.
All throughout it, your—his—best friends were there for you. Jay's sweet words of comfort, promising you you're just the absolute prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on, and Heeseung is so stupid if he doesn't see it. Respectful advice turned to praise whispered hotly against your neck when you really just needed a hug. Sunghoon's soothing touch which washed all of your worries away lingering more and more as time went on and your boyfriend kept disappointing you. From a warm hand on your shoulder to a firm grip on your thigh, way too close to the hem of your skirt for it to be a coincidence. Both things you could've stopped but really never wished to. Because if Heeseung couldn't be respectful of your relationship, why should you?
Maybe that's why finding out didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. You'd been ready to let go for a while, you just needed an out.
Deep down you knew that was the case when the meetings with your friends became longer and longer, and even if no physical boundaries were crossed, you'd leave whatever place agreed upon with dry tears on your face but panties soaked through like Heeseung never managed to get. Jay's deep and rough tone, Sunghoon's thumb sweetly caressing your skin were just enough, and soon a simple text by one of them had your heart thumping in your chest louder than it would when seeing your boyfriend after days of radio silence. That's why they were the first people you ran to when you found out.
Just as you are about to leave, the creaking sound of the door swinging open and the Jay's surprised hum stop you in your tracks. He looks at you with wide eyes, hair disheveled and pants barely pulled up as if he put them on while rushing to the door, and yet, as gorgeous as ever.
"You left the door unlocked again," you say, unsure, something you have never been in his presence, shifting your weight from one foot to the other like it might ease what you're feeling within you.
Jay breaks into a blinding smile, his usually sharp eyes turning into little moons of delight. He makes space for you to walk inside the tiny apartment he's been sharing with Sunghoon ever since they started college. "You can just walk in," he says, looking at you fondly while you toy with the zipper of your hoodie. "You know you're always welcome."
"It's gonna be someone with not so pure intentions walking in unannounced one day if you guys keep not locking your door."
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say, gorgeous." Sunghoon walks into the living room, sweatpants dangerously low on his hips and no shirt on at all, taking a big swing out of the huge water bottle that somehow looks normally sized in his hands. "Why not ring the doorbell, we could have not heard you." He turns around to look at the digital clock next to the tv. "It is almost 4 am after all."
"I know and I'm sorry for bothering—" you panic at the mention of the time, suddenly aware of how annoying it must be to have anyone show up unannounced when everyone is supposed to be asleep. "I just—"
"You're never a bother, I'm more worried about missing one of your visits someday," Sunghoon says, lifting your chin up with his bottle, giving you a lazy grin when he notices how your eyes trail up from the sparse hair leading down his v-line to his chiseled torso, until you meet his eyes. His scent is musky, clean but thick and intoxicating, and any sensible explanation you had drafted in your mind as you drove to their place seems lost when the other man steps closer too.
Like always, Jay knows you like the back of his hand, and just by the way you're trying to make yourself smaller on their couch, he knows something is up. "Is anything wrong, pretty?"
Seeing the look in your eyes, Sunghoon adds, "Maybe Heeseung's fault?"
You look at both of them, eyes big and your heart pounding so hard in your chest it might be trying to escape. "I need you guys to help me with something."
"Anything, really." Jay's hand finds your thigh, soothing and grounding like nothing else in the world. "Isn't that what friends are for?"
The initial plan was to post a few suggestive stories on your close friends, just enough to piss Heeseung off, because despite it all, you knew he still considered you his. You knew he held a deep conviction that eventually you'd get over it and run back to him. And you couldn't lie, you'd given him enough proof of that time and time again, but you were done for good this time, and you needed a way to really fucking show him.
Pictures taken while kissing, half naked on Sunghoon's king sized bed, others of both of them sucking spots on your neck at the same time, the prettiest bra you owned—one that Heeseung bought you when he still hadn't revealed himself to be a bitch—peeking at the bottom of the screen like joke, Jay's thick fingers covering one of your tits in some of the them and Sunghoon's bite marks on your shoulder in others. All of it ended up getting steamier than you'd expected (but deep down hoped for), and suddenly you where sprawled between crumpled white sheets, mind all fuzzy from the egregious amount of times you already came on either of their faces or fingers, one's features blurring into the other when your eyes started watering so much, everything around you became blurry and undistinguishable.
Your phone is discarded somewhere at the edge of the bed, the pictures long forgotten, and the only reason you know it's Jay with his chest to your back, is because he's whispering sweet nothings right into your ear in the hottest voice you've ever heard from him. You've always found his tone in any other context to be panty soaking, but nothing could've prepared you for how sexy he sounds whispering against your skin while his hands wipe away any tear that slips out of your eyes. "You're all good now, doll. You're doing so fucking well for us, being so brave and strong."
Sunghoon hums in agreement from his spot, one knee on the edge of the bed as he reaches to spread your legs wider to make room for him, but his attention is caught by the sudden wave of vibrating notifications coming from your phone.
"It's Heeseung," he says it like an insult, venom dripping from his mouth.
Your body instantly stiffens at the mention of the name, but Jay is quick to nuzzle his head into your neck and caress your hip with his hand. You watch Sunghoon tap around until the familiar beeping sound of a call reverberates through the room, and you grab Jay's shoulder behind you, heart beating out of your chest.
“He can’t hurt you anymore, you're safe now,” he whispers before taking the shell of your ear in his mouth and biting down on it gently, eliciting an almost inaudible sigh from you.
“Hee, you need something?” Sunghoon's tone is impassive as he kneels again right in front of you, the soft mattress dipping underneath his weight. He puts the call on speaker, allowing you and Jay to also hear the man on the other side of the line.
“What the fuck? Where the fuck is she?” Heeseung’s voice is shaky with anger, and you can clearly spot the presence of a bitter edge in his tone. It might make you think he actually cares for a second or two, except you’re not naive enough to indulge in that fantasy anymore. Not after what he did.
Still, your heart aches for him when you hear his smooth tone through the speaker, a voice you used to love and find safe.
Hoon fixes his gaze on you before replying to Heeseung’s question, “Yes, she’s here right now.” Your eyes widen at his answer. You expected him to deny knowing your whereabouts, end the call and come back to pick up right from where he left off.
“I have to talk to her. Just a few minutes.”
Jay holds you tighter against his broad chest, the muscles of his arms tensing around you when he feels you try to move out of his grasp, stopping you from scooting closer to Sunghoon. “That’s her decision to make.”
Sunghoon mutes the call, looking at you expectantly as he waits for you to think your choices through. You have an idea of what the boys might be thinking, and while you’re not completely opposed to the idea, a pang of guilt courses through you at the idea of Heeseung finding out about you fucking your best friends. They’re his too after all.
But you also know he deserves this, he deserves to know how good what he considers to be his lifelong brothers are fucking you. He deserves to feel at least a tenth of what he's put you through this entire time, and if not because you're getting fucked by someone else, then at least he can feel the betrayal of it being Jay and Sunghoon.
As if on cue, they both sense your inner turmoil, and you relax against Jay as the other man dips his head down to press kisses on your lower abdomen and grab the back of your thighs, caressing them slowly.
“Relax, doll,” Jay whispers, lips brushing against your ear and nose nudging the strands of hair next to it.
“Hoon,” you moan quietly. “Want to make him regret everything he ever did to me.”
The man in question grins at you proudly, all of his teeth showing, and you think about how rare of a sight that is. “I’ve got an idea then. But you need to trust us.” He waits for you to nod, and then continues. “You okay with being watched?”
Your breath hitches in your throat at the lewd suggestion, yet the familiar stab of need in your lower region is enough to help you make up your mind completely. You nod again, this time firmly, as you catch your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Gonna need to hear you say it,” Jay says.
“Want him to watch you two fuck me." Jay's length seems to get impossibly harder underneath you, the press of it on your bottom half the reason you even agreed in the first place. Everything about his touch is intoxicating. "Please.”
"So? Where the fuck is she? Sunghoon this is not a fucking joke. I need to hear her."
"Oh, you'll hear her alright." Sunghoon settles between your legs with the phone still in his hand, and brings it right next to your pussy. Jay reads his mind, the connection between them that you'd always felt was more than just best friends synchronizing their actions and thoughts without even the need to voice any of them out loud, and runs his hand down to the soaking mess between your thighs, his fingers parting your folds slowly as if to make it as noisy as possible.
Heeseung is quiet for a while, but that doesn't stop Jay from slipping his fingers deeper inside of you, slowly working you open once again, aided by all the stickiness of your slick frothing with every thrust of his hand. The sound is unmistakable, and if that wasn't enough, Sunghoon's lip smack on your inner thigh way louder than they should, playing it up for the audience on the other end. "What the fuck?"
"Her pussy is so creamy, Hee. Why have you been keeping it from us?" Sunghoon's ghost of a smile makes your legs twitch around his head. "Or maybe, it only gets like this for me and Jay?"
"You son of a fucking—" He gets cut short as Sunghoon ends the call. He gets up from the bed, walking to the windowsill right in front of it, and sets his phone there, propped up carefully. He hits the video call button, and Heeseung accepts it pathetically fast.
"You two are dead meat when I get my hands on you." Heeseung spits, but Sunghoon turns his back to the phone and rolls his eyes as he makes his way back to the bed, allowing Heeseung to get the perfect view of your naked form spread over Jay's, his hand still lazily playing with your pussy and your hand in his hair.
"Hot, right?" Sunghoon laughs, poking the bear once again.
Heeseung goes silent again for a while, and part of you would pay good money to see his face, but the other cares more about having Sunghoon back between your legs, and Jay's cock inside you as soon as possible.
You think of your boyfriend, floored by the scene in front of him. Pride swelling in your chest knowing his world is slowly crumbling down beneath his feet, and there's nothing he can do about it, no one to turn to because all the people he loves are in the room with you.
On the other side, Heeseung is sat at his desk in the darkness of his room, wondering how the fuck this is happening to him of all people. He wants to end the call and drive to his friends' apartment, knock the door down and beat the living shit out of them, but he can do nothing other than staying frozen in his place, thinking about what the hell is wrong with him for finding the scene playing on his phone screen as hot as he does. You have never looked better, with Jay's thick hands all over your body and pussy dripping onto bedsheets that aren't his.
Before Heeseung can even begin to recover from the shock he’s experiencing, Sunghoon gently reaches for your chin—fingers warm and delicate on your skin—and angles your face towards his, soft eyes holding your gaze reassuringly. He leans down to capture your lips in a delicate kiss, the tenderness of it during such a lewd moment surprising you. His lips are soft and pillowy, and the faintest ghost of his stubble tickles your chin when he angles his head to kiss you deeper. You yelp when he unexpectedly bites your lip, and he takes the chance to slide his tongue in your mouth, savoring your sweet taste. One of his hands cups your face while the other travels down your body, groping any inch of flesh he can reach, the contrast between the slow movements of his tongue and the roughness of his touch leaving you dizzy, putty in his hands. He draws back for a moment, smiling when he notices your mouth chase after his lips, “I think Jay might be feeling a little left out.”
You look over your shoulder to the other man, teeth caging your bottom lip when you find him already smiling in that sickly sweet way of his.
"Hi there, pretty." Jay teases, playful but tender. "Forgot about me?"
You shake your head, a smile of your own spreading on your face, angling yourself better so he can kiss you too. It's slow but intense, lips moving against the other with no rush at all, the only focus on savoring the taste shared between you two. He pecks your bottom lip time and time again, then runs his tongue on it in a silent ask of permission, and when you part your lips so obediently for him, Jay can't help but whisper a 'good girl' before licking away at your mouth.
Sunghoon puts himself to good use while you and Jay enjoy yourselves, grabbing the base of the other man's cock and pumping a few times, making him moan lowly in your mouth. He makes it a point to move to the side, making sure Heeseung gets a full view of him slapping Jay's cock on your entrance multiple times, ripping out little whines from you while the man hisses at the feeling of Sunghoon’s touch, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Sunghoon brings his hand to your mouth and you immediately let some of your spit dribble down in his palm, so he can use the wetness to jerk off Jay a few times, the latter letting a guttural moan from his throat as he throws his head back and pushes his hips against Sunghoon’s hand.
The hot sensation in your stomach feels unbearable as you watch the scene in front of you unfold, you open your mouth to try to get the men’s attention on you again but you’re cut off by Sunghoon positioning Jay’s thick cock against your hole once again as he pushes it inside slightly, enough to have you whimper and wiggle your hips for more. Sunghoon huffs out a laugh at how sensitive and needy you are despite all the times you've come already, but taps your clit a few times with his index as Jay finishes pushing into you completely.
You and Jay moan into each other's mouth at the feeling of his cock splitting you open. He's thick, thicker than you have ever had, and the stretch despite how much they prepped you before this is absolutely mouth watering. He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust on him, moulding your insides with his thickness like you were made to broken in by him.
You’re so into the moment you don’t notice Sunghoon sneaking down, and suddenly you feel something wet inside you other than Jay’s cock.
You make the mistake of looking down, only to find the sinful image of Sunghoon’s tongue pushing inside your cunt as he grabs the other man’s balls with his hands, slowly massaging them.
Your moans get even louder, and Sunghoon giggles against your sensitive cunt. He takes a load of wetness gushing right in his mouth and comes up from between your legs to harshly grab your hair, pulling you into a messy kiss, releasing the mix in his mouth into yours.
"Feels good, yeah?" Sunghoon says once he parts from you, giving you a quick peck on your cheek before sliding his tongue back in your mouth to lap up all your sounds as Jay starts thrusting into you gently. "You look so pretty like this, doll. Stuffed full of Jay's cock, you're gonna look even better stuffed with both of you. You want that, right?"
You nod desperately, slick from your earlier highs running down your thigh and coating Jay's balls. His thrusts are slow and shallow, teasing you to the point it's unbearable. You need more, so much more, so you grab one of his hands resting on your waist, and bring it down to your clit, silently pleading him. He clicks his tongue but complies, rough thumb drawing tight circles on your clit.
Sunghoon's kiss is messy and wet, his own lust peeking through his composure. A mixture of your spit and his dribbles down your chin until he licks it up again, just to push it into your mouth. "Messy baby," he says against your lips, and it has your cunt clenching around Jay so hard, you almost push him out. He pushes two of his fingers inside you, right next to Jay's cock, and the stretch has you pulling back to gasp in surprise, a string of saliva between your lips, your airy moans filling the room.
Both Sunghoon's fingers and Jay's length drag slowly against your tight walls, the added girth stretching you out so deliciously, you almost get addicted to the sting. It hurts, but it hurts so fucking good, you don't even care. They work you up to another orgasm, and when they feel you start to clench around them harder, your body incapable of staying still on Jay's chest because you feel so good you don't know what to do with yourself, they speed their movements up to anticipate your high.
Jay's mouth finds your earlobe, and he speaks in between gentle bites. "Let go, baby. Show Heeseung how good you look when you cum hard from our touch. He never makes you feel like this, yeah? He can never make you cum like this."
And you do, your breaths get even more ragged as you come around them like your sanity depends on it, eyes shut closed and hands flailing to grab any mass of muscle they can, not caring whether it's one man or the other. You just need something to anchor yourself to not slip away into your pleasure, but they make it so hard, because your orgasm doesn't stop them at all. It spurs them further.
Sunghoon's fingers leave you momentarily while Jay keeps fucking you through your high, and he brings them to Jay's mouth, giving him a taste of your come. You open your eyes when you miss the extra stretch they provided inside you, but the sight of the man behind you lap away at fingers covered in your juices like he's having the sweetest meal he ever has, is enough to tie your stomach in all kind of knots only these two are able to unwrap. Your head is tilted, rested on Jay's shoulders as you watch him mesmerized, and when he opens his eyes again to look at you as he keeps sucking on Sunghoon's fingers, you see the glint that passes through them a second too slow to go unnoticed. He hums at the taste, makes a show out of it until the fingers are squeaky clean, and by the look on his face when he lets go of them, you know he knows exactly what that did to you.
He turns to Sunghoon for a moment, and then wordlessly slips out of you with a grunt, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. Sounds of protest start to bubble in your throat but Jay’s hand harshly grabs your face, his lips smashing with yours to shut you up. “Patience, sweet thing.”
He maneuvers your body so this time your side is facing the phone you had forgotten about once you thought Heeseung had ended the call, which is actually, very much still on. Now that you’re aware of it again, you can make out faint squelching sounds coming from it, and your mouth hangs open at the realization that Lee Heeseung is fucking his fist to the little show you guys have been putting on for him.
Just when you thought he couldn't get any more pathetic.
You want to think you feel utterly insulted by this new information, but all you can find within yourself is deep satisfaction. You’re ecstatic at the thought of how humiliating this must be for him, how pathetic he must feel. You’re itching to make him feel even worse about his situation, so you muster up the most distressed look you can manage and crawl towards Sunghoon.
“Please, Hoonie," you sweet talk your way to him, amping up the shrill in your voice a little. "Want both of you to stuff me full right now, Heeseung has never made me feel this good.” You even wiggle your hips for the camera pointed at you. But doubt creeps up your spine when you're met with a wall.
“You’re putting on a show for Heeseung?”
Your head shoots up to meet his gaze as soon as you hear his mocking tone, a slight arch on one of his eyebrows while he stares at you, clearly amused by your attempt.
“Huh, no I-” you don’t manage to finish your sentence, because Jay interrupts you by grabbing your hips and positioning your body over his, your breasts pushed against his chest this time. His voice is sultry, warm breath fanning over your ear and sending tingles down your spine, “Begging to get fucked like this just to make Heeseung jealous? Isn't this a little shameless?”
The air gets thicker when you realized you made the wrong move, but instead of putting you off, the undertone of danger sends a thrill down your spine.
Sunghoon swiftly unbuckles his belt behind you, the metal clang loud in your ears. “We’ve been so nice to you, and this is how you repay us?”
“I don’t understand—” you feign ignorance, but Jay interrupts you once again, this time his rough hand clasps around your throat and squeezes lightly, just enough to replace your words with a hoarse gasp. He brings you closer to his face, warm breath tickling your own as he speaks, loud enough for you but definitely not for Heeseung to hear. “You’re still thinking about that bastard, acting like this is for him, that’s what the problem is. Is it clear enough now?”
You struggle to nod in his grasp, prompting him to apply more pressure on your throat.
“Words.”
“I understand.” you barely manage to choke out, voice raw from being suppressed, even if for such a short amount of time.
He releases your throat, leaving you gasping for air. Sunghoon barely gives any time to recover, and you feel him take hold of your wrists, just one of his hands big enough to keep them in place. He looks at you for a moment and leans his chin towards the discarded belt on the bed before speaking, “Is this okay with you?”
You’re about to nod but remember their insistence on using words, so you opt for a shy “yes” instead. Jay chuckles, fondly brushing his knuckles on your cheekbones. “You were so eager to put on a show just seconds ago. What happened, baby?”
The smooth leather of Sunghoon’s belt is secured tightly around your wrists, bounding them together, but you don't get to pay too much attention to the vaguely uncomfortable feeling of your arms bent back because Jay slides his cock between your soaked folds, collecting some of the wetness on his tip before slipping it in once again, hissing at the sensation of your warm walls welcoming him. “Still so tight, how are you gonna fit both of us, huh?” His hand slides down to grab a handful of your ass, pushing you up and down on his cock. You take the hint and start moving, back arching and hands placed on his chest as leverage to help you ride him.
The space behind you is suddenly empty as Sunghoon stands up and walks towards the windowsill to grab the phone that’s balanced on it. He addresses Heeseung, “Still here? You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Nasty freak.” The smile that takes over his features is almost devilish, not his usual flirtatious grin. “Gonna give you an even better view, one you won’t ever forget.”
Sunghoon points the camera towards you, slipping behind you and giving Heeseung a clear view of you riding Jay. He stills your hips with his other hand for a few seconds before bringing it to Jay’s mouth and signaling to spit on it. He brings his hand back to his cock smears the wetness all over it, fisting himself a few times before aligning it on your entrance, finally pushing in next to Jay.
They both stay still for a moment, loud moans filling the space, savoring the way their cocks fit snugly together inside you, how tight you are around them. You try your best to adjust to their combined girths, the stretch almost unbearable for the first few seconds.
Jay throws his head back against the headboard of the bed and lets out a long drawn out moan. His hand is resting on your waist, and the warmness of it helps you ground yourself. Sunghoon grabs your bound wrists and pushes your front to lay against Jay’s fully, giving himself and Heeseung a perfect view of your overly stretched hole as the man under you starts to thrust up into you.
Heeseung thinks he must have gone insane when he has to physically stifle a moan at the sight of Sunghoon’s hips slowly starting to move, cock dragging next to Jay’s. He feels betrayed, not by you but by them. He wonders how long they have been waiting to stick their weeping cocks inside you, how long they’ve eyed you like prey without him ever noticing, how many nights they must’ve spent fucking their fists thinking about you while he pounded you sweet little cunt. Oh, how the tables turned.
He wants to call them fucking perverts for this, but he’s not in a position to judge anyone. Not when he’s getting off to the sight of your cunt getting stuffed by them. He might be even worse.
The sight on his phone is already lewd, but your cries of pleasure make it so much worse. Never have you sounded like that for him. You’re so fucking wet for them Sunghoon almost accidentally slides out a few times. Heeseung imagines how snug it must feel, how hard you must be clamping around them, and he clenches his fist tighter to mimic the feeling, Adam's apple bobbing as your moans get louder. He wants to be the one fucking you right now so bad, this time he can’t stop one of his own pitiful sobs from escaping.
You’re visibly caught off guard by the sounds he’s making, and when you turn your head back to the camera, Heeseung can’t help but cum without any warning. Angelic eyes so big and glassy, the stark contrast to the sight of your hole getting pounded making him lightheaded. He keeps stroking himself, riding out his orgasm as pathetic whines fall from his lips and thick spurts of hot cum cover his hand, even more shame setting in.
Sunghoon catches you trying to sneak glances at his phone and feels an ugly, sick irritation bubble up in his chest. Why are you still thinking about him?
He yanks you up from the belt, your back colliding with his sweaty, chiseled chest, a surprised yelp leaving your lips at the sudden change of position. His mouth is right next to your ear as he whispers huskily, “Your attention is elsewhere. Are we not fucking you good enough, mh? Still thinking about that little bitch?”
He drops the phone somewhere on the bed, denying Heeseung of your sight and leaving him with only the sounds and his imagination. The hand that was holding the device teasingly wraps around your throat, his hands are softer than Jay’s and so is his hold, but the mere presence of it makes your stomach flip. “We’ll fuck you so dumb you can barely think at all, let alone pay attention to Heeseung.”
Jay speeds up his pace with no warning, feet planted on the bed and hips slightly lifted to give himself room to match your movements. Sunghoon’s are still slow and sensual, the stretch now way more comfortable and only adding to your pleasure, and you gradually lose yourself in the sensations the two men are providing you, any thought of the red haired man that made your life a living nightmare for months completely out of the window.
“Has anyone ever fucked you this good, pretty girl?” Jay asks, even though he knows the answer to that and just wants to hear you say it. In fact, it’s all you can think about at the moment. How no one has ever fucked you this good, how they’re ruining sex with anyone else for you, how everytime you’re needy you’re just gonna have to go back to them and beg them to do anything to make you cum. How trying to find anyone else to satisfy you after this will be utterly useless.
You eagerly shake your head, eyes closing when you struggle to form coherent words against their onslaught on your poor squelching hole, stretched beyond what you can take, “Fuck—No one ever.”
Jay chuckles and you feel the vibrations on the skin of your cheek, his lips brushing against it while Sunghoon coos at your enthusiasm. “Is that so, pretty thing. Mhh." His hips stutter for a moment, lip caught between his teeth. "Not even our Heeseung?”
You’re quick to answer. “No, never. No one has.'' You hiccup, the noises coming from your bodies so loud they almost drown out the back and forth happening. They're nasty, so wet and sticky you'd be mortified if you weren't literally horny out of your mind. "So fucking good, your cocks are so good."
This seems to only spur the men further, Jay’s thrusts are somehow faster and Sunghoon’s more precise and deep. The latter grabs your bounded wrists and uses them as leverage to slide you over their cocks, the slick mess between your legs coating their thighs too, and leaves you no room for movement. All you can do is just sit there prettily for them and take it, your mouth falling open and eyes rolling to the back of your head as they use your body to get all three of you off.
“Your cunt was made for our cocks,” Jay grunts in your ear, one of his hands leaving your hips to grab your chin. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
You helplessly clench around them even harder at his words, so snug they can barely move, deep grunts and moans filling the air, the smell of sex intoxicating and hot, humid and clinging to your sweaty and slippery bodies like dew.
You keep milking them, clenching around them like you're trying to suck them in impossibly deeper, like they're not already so deep inside you you feel full all the way to your guts. You're so close, so close you can taste it on the tip of your tongue, so close the only words leaving your bitten raw lips are exactly that. "Close, I'm so close. Please Jay, Hoon, ngh." You gasp, trying your best to fuck yourself on their cocks even when they give you no room for movement, but you're greedy like that, and they love every filthy second of it.
"Let go, baby. We got you, let go for us."
You hear the words like they're muffled, too overtaken with pleasure to know who spoke them at all, and your front collapses on Jay’s chest as you come undone in gushes of liquid around them, your vision blinded and hearing muffled for a few seconds from the sheer strength of your bliss. Sunghoon is still holding your bottom up, the slaps of his pelvis against your jiggly ass losing precision and becoming rougher and messier, matching Jay’s erratic ones. You still haven’t come down from your high when you feel Sunghoon’s fingers trace circles on your puffy clit, earning whines of protests from you that are immediately swallowed by Jay’s mouth, his teeth grazing your bottom lip sensually. “Just a little more, you’re doing so good, angel.”
They keep fucking you like that, through tears Jay licks away, and shakes of your body that would have anyone else take pity on you, until your legs give out underneath the pleasure and your hands don't know where to steady themselves. You hit Jay's chest with your palm a few times as the coil in your stomach builds once more, the pain of overstimulation so addicting you greedily want more and more.
"Please, come too.” You sniffle pathetically as more tears form on your lashes. Sobs leave your chest as you gush around for them a second time, your breath knocked out of your chest by the intensity of it and your vision blurring into dark spots. Every single part of your body tingles as your come makes a mess on both of their thighs. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and your gasps for air are proof of it.
"You're so hot," Jay moans, his hips coming to a full stop as he fills you up to the brim with all he has to give, thick spurts of cum coating your insides and Sunghoon's cock.
Sunghoon's mouth hangs open as he feels both of your slick push against his throbbing length, his own release washing over him and stuffing you until a white creamy ring forms at the base of their cocks, gushing out of your cunt in thick ropes.
You're still trying to catch your breath when Sunghoon thrusts into you a few times, fucking you some more just to see more of the pearly white mixture drip out of you, until Jay taps his hips a few time because his sore cock can't take any more stimulation, and you look like you're about to pass out any second.
A mewl leaves your lips when they carefully slid out of you, the emptiness so sudden you found yourself missing the way they filled you completely right away. You're so spent you can barely move, but you manage a small smile when Jay kisses your temple softly, caging you in his arms while Sunghoon grabs a towel from his bathroom to clean up the sticky mess you made.
He retrieves your phone too, taking note of the ended call, before opening the camera app and grabbing your ankles, parting your sore legs as far as you are able to take after all the exertion. He points the camera down and easily slides two fingers back inside your pussy, earning tired weak sounds of protest from you.
“Shh baby, am only showing our Heeseungie what he missed,” he says, lowering his face down to your cunt and replacing his fingers with his tongue. He laps you up, tongue parting your folds and suckling on your clit until your hands weakly hit his shoulders, he takes as much cum as he can in his mouth, then comes up back again until he's face to face with you and kissed you softly, tongue sliding some of the essences in his mouth into yours. He parts from your lips and scoots closer to Jay, repeating the same action.
Butterflies wreak havoc in your stomach when you look at the two man in front of you gently make out, Sunghoon feeding the sticky essence to Jay, his eyes closed and savoring the taste, Adam's apple bobbing up and down when he swallows and licks inside of Sunghoon’s mouth, careful not to miss any drop.
Sunghoon parts from Jay with a sweet smile and then pecks your lips again. He grabs the warm wet towel he had set next to you, finally cleaning you up, careful not to stimulate you any further, but giggling when your hips twitch into his touch. When he's done, he takes you in his arms and walks to the bathroom, setting you down carefully, hands hovering close to your body making sure you can stand up on your own despite how shaky your legs are, before stepping back and signaling you to pee. Your cheeks heat up at his suggestion, earning a full chested laugh from him.
“I just fucked the daylights out of you, and this is what you’re embarrassed about?” He sets a shirt of his and a pair of Jay’s clean underwear on the sink for you to change into before walking out of the room.
You're drowsy by the time you get back in bed with them, Jay whispering sweet nothings in the crown of your hair—sometimes giving you tiny pecks—and Sunghoon with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, one of his hands caressing your arm gently. You have no idea how you let Heeseung get away with treating you like he did when this is what you could have had all along, but you're glad you got here at the end of the day nonetheless. You don’t know how this will change your relationship with everyone involved, but you decide you'll worry about it another time, possibly when you're well rested and not sore all over your body.
BONUS.
You wake up to the sweet scent of breakfast being cooked on the other side of the apartment, your stomach rumbling loudly but nothing compared to the noise pollution coming from beside you, Sunghoon's mouth ajar as he snores his throat off, his hands still wrapped around your body.
Jay peeks his head through the door and beams at you when he finds you awake, he steps into the room in a "best cook cock" apron, stained in all kinds of ways. "Mornin' beautiful. Sleep well?"
You sit up, sneaking out of the grasp around you to stretch your hands above your head, then gesture to Sunghoon. "Not as well as he is."
Your phone still going off catches your attention, and you get up to grab it but Jay does it for you instead, then sits on the bed next to you after giving you a forehead kiss and handing you the device.
Your eyebrows furrow when you look at your screen. "Now. Which one of you changed his contact name to cuck?"
hihi!! since you asked for requests…. i would die to see how you would write about college tutoring gone wrong with nerdy and subby jake…. (both him and reader being students)
thank uuuu <3
ps: i love ur writing so so much !! keep going queen 🙂↕️🙂↕️
sorry this took a while it was marinating in the drafts for almost a month 🤒 also thank uujju <333
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The library was always quiet around this time of evening, that kind of silence where even the scratch of a pen sounded too loud.
You leaned back in your chair, legs crossed, pretending to skim through your chemistry notes when in reality, your eyes were locked on the boy across from you.
Jake.
He had that unfair kind of pretty; frames slipping down his nose, soft hair falling into his eyes as he bent over his textbook, lips pursed around the end of his pen.
Everyone in class knew he was brilliant, the kind of student who could explain entire chapters in the time it took you to read a single page.
And you? You were failing, miserable at best, and desperate at worst.
Which is why you’d asked him, all sweet smiles and honey dipped words, if he’d tutor you. He had stuttered something close to “yes” so quickly it almost made you laugh, and now here you were.
Except your attention wasn’t on the open textbook between you two.
It was on his hands.
Long, slender veiny fingers resting on the table, occasionally tapping against the paper. He had this nervous habit of fidgeting, rubbing his thumb over his palm, tracing idle lines as though he didn’t know what else to do with them. And God—you couldn’t stop imagining what those hands would feel like inside you.
“You’re not really focusing,” Jake mumbled, voice low as he pushed his glasses up his nose. His eyes flicked to yours for a second before darting back down to the book.
You leaned forward, elbows propping on the table, letting your arm brush against his, warm skin against warm skin made him freeze like he’d been shocked.
“I’m focusing,” you whispered, lips curving. “Just not on chemistry.”
His throat bobbed, an audible swallow, and you watched the tips of his ears turn pink. He looked like he didn’t know where to put himself, fidgeting in the chair, trying not to let his eyes drop to the curve of your legs under your skirt.
You shifted closer, deliberately, your knee brushing his beneath the table. “You’re really good at explaining things, Jake, but I can't seem to understand. Maybe you should show me instead of just telling me.”
His head snapped up, wide brown eyes finally locking on yours.
Touch. That was what this was about. You could tell he wanted it—no, ached for it. The way his hand twitched on the desk like he was fighting the urge to reach for you, the way his gaze dipped—barely, but enough, to where your collar slipped off your shoulder, exposing bare skin.
Skin. That was the hook, the center of gravity pulling him closer to you.
You let him have it. Sliding your hand across the desk, you took his long trembling fingers in yours and guided them, slow, until his palm rested against your thigh. The sharp inhale he let out almost made you smile.
“See?” you murmured, tilting your head, voice silken. “Now you’re teaching me something I can actually pay attention to.”
Jake’s fingers twitched where they rested on your thigh, like he didn’t quite believe he was allowed to be there. You watched the pulse in his throat jump; the boy was terrified and turned on in equal measure. His glasses had slipped again, and when he pushed them up with his free hand, you swore his fingers trembled.
“I—” He cleared his throat, voice cracking slightly. “I don’t think this is… um…”
“Appropriate?” You leaned in, so close your breath fanned against his cheek. “Then stop.”
But he didn’t.
His hand stayed exactly where you’d placed it, palm flat, fingers barely flexing against the smooth skin of your thigh. His eyes flicked up to yours, unsure, pleading for permission he didn’t need to ask for, and when you didn’t move away, he exhaled shakily, the sound catching somewhere in his chest.
You tilted your head, studying him. “You think too much, Jake.”
“I—uh—I’m just—”
“You’re just dying to touch me, aren’t you?”
His breath stuttered out. You felt the faintest pressure as his fingers pressed down, like he couldn’t help it. His thumb moved in a tiny circle against your skin, hesitant. You watched the flush creep down his neck, his lips part slightly as he stared at you, pupils blown so wide they swallowed the soft brown of his irises. He looked like he was drowning in need.
You guided his hand up—slow, so slow it burned. His fingertips brushed the edge of your skirt, hesitated, then slid higher, following your lead until you let him stop right where fabric met skin.
“You like skin, don’t you?” you whispered, and his eyes flicked up again, wide and dark.
He nodded helplessly. “You have—uh—you have really nice—”
“Hm?”
“Skin.” His voice cracked on the word, it tasted too intimate in his mouth.
You smiled, leaning closer until your lips nearly brushed his ear. “Then touch it.”
Jake’s breath hitched sharply, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were swallowing glass. His fingers trembled against your thigh, hovering at the hem of your skirt.
For a heartbeat, he froze—eyes darting to the library’s shadowed aisles, and the empty chairs around you. You shifted in your seat, turning so your knees brushed his. “You ever done this before?”
He shook his head quickly, cheeks flushing pink. “No. I mean—no, not really.”
“That’s okay.” You brushed your fingers through his hair, pushing the messy strands out of his face. “I’ll teach you.”
You gently guided his hand to slide higher up your leg, the movement deliberate and slow, asserting your control. His thumb brushed the lace of your underwear, and a harsh, ragged gasp broke from his lips. It wasn't the sound of fear, but of utter, helpless need. His fingers instinctively curled, gripping your thigh, and the strength in that innocent hand was… a surprise.
The next second, you were tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt, his chair scraping quietly against the floor. He caught himself on the edge of the table, eyes darting between your mouth and your eyes, and then—finally—smooch.
It was clumsy at first, desperate, but God, he felt.
You caught his bottom lip between your teeth, swallowed the soft sound he made, and felt his hand tighten instinctively on your flesh.
His glasses bumped awkwardly against your forehead before he pulled back, breathing ragged, eyes wide behind the smudged lenses.
“That—” he stammered, voice rough. “That wasn’t—I didn’t—”
“Shut the fuck up,” you breathed, grabbing his shirt again and pulling him back in. This time, you guided him, slow, almost gentle. Lips parting against his, tongue tracing the seam of his mouth until he gasped.
His free hand flew to your waist, fingers digging into skin through thin fabric.
Teeth clicked, noses bumped, but then he moaned softly against you, high in his throat, and his hand slid higher under your skirt.
"Library," he gasped between kisses, fingers tightening on your waist. His other hand still gripped your thigh, knuckles white against your skin. "Someone could—"
"Could what?" You nipped his jawline, felt him shudder. "See us? Hear you moan?" You pressed your hips forward, trapping his hand beneath your skirt against the damp lace. His choked gasp was pure victory. "Awwh, don't tell me you're scared of getting caught."
Jake froze, breath caught halfway between a gasp and a plea. The world around you narrowed to the sound of his uneven breathing and the faint hum of the library lights above. His hand, still trapped between you, flexed once before going still again.
You tilted your head, watching him.
You felt the tremor in his hips, the way he was pressed against the table to keep from collapsing on you. His glasses had slipped again, tilted awkwardly, framing a face twisted between terror and desire.
You reached your hand down and slid them back into place, fingers lingering against his temple.
“No,” he finally whispered, the word thin, fragile.
“No, you’re not scared? Or no, you don’t want to be caught?” you asked, your voice dropping to a low, possessive rasp.
Jake shook his head, fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your thigh as if anchoring himself. “No, I don’t care,” he managed, the words barely audible. “Just—don’t stop.” His other hand slid higher under your skirt, fingertips brushing the damp lace again.
You arched into his touch, rewarded by a low groan vibrating against your collarbone. His thumb pressed against the fabric, tracing the outline of you through the lace, clumsy and urgent.
"Tell me what to do," he pleaded, voice ragged against your neck.
You slid your hand over his, pressing it firmly against you. "Feel how wet I am? That's all you." His breath caught—a sharp, desperate sound. His hips jerked against the table shamelessly, a low whimper escaping him.
"Right now, Jake, you're going to use those smart hands of yours," you murmured against his temple, guiding his fingers beneath the fabric. His knuckles brushed your inner thigh, cool air against flushed skin before sliding higher.
His thumb slipped against slick heat, making him freeze with a choked gasp. "Oh god," he whispered, voice cracking.
You hooked a finger under his chin, forcing his gaze up. "Slow," you commanded, pressing his thumb deeper against your clit. He obeyed instantly—a slow, dragging circle that made your hips jerk. His eyes widened at the reaction, pupils swallowing the last traces of brown.
"Like that?" he rasped. "Exactly like that." You guided his index finger lower, past slick folds, pressing the pad against your entrance. He froze again. "Inside," you breathed. "Slow."
He pushed in, one knuckle, then two with agonizing care, his breath hot and uneven against your collarbone.
The stretch burned deliciously. You arched against his hand, biting back a moan as his thumb kept circling. "More," you demanded, grinding down. He slid deeper, fingers curling experimentally. A choked gasp tore from your throat when he brushed that spot inside.
Jake froze. "Did I—?" "Again," you cut him off, breathless. "Harder."
His thumb pressed down relentlessly now, fingers pumping in rough, urgent strokes that made your thighs squeeze around his wrist. His glasses fogged completely, but he didn’t pull back—just buried his face against your neck, drool soaking the exposed skin.
You could feel the frantic pulse in his wrist where it pressed against your thigh. "You're so—" he stammered, cutting himself off with a groan as your hips jerked. "Fuck, you feel— so good." His fingers curled deeper, knuckles pressing against that spongy spot inside you, and you dug your nails into his shoulder to keep from crying out."There. See? You're a fast learner."
The wet, nasty sound of Jake's fingers moving inside you seemed impossibly loud in the library's silence. Every slick thrust echoed off the dusty shelves, punctuated by his ragged breathing against your neck.
You clamped your lips shut, trapping the moans bubbling in your throat, focusing instead on the frantic pulse hammering against your thigh where his wrist pressed. His thumb ground against your clit in clumsy, desperate circles, the friction building a coil of heat low in your belly. "Fuck, Jake," you hissed, arching into the pressure, your own hand clutching the edge of the worn study table until the wood dug into your palm. "Don't stop."
For a moment, something in him swelled that had nothing to do with want. It was disbelief first, then pride—sharp and quiet all at once. You were the kind of girl people turned their heads for, the one who never seemed to belong in the same sentences as him, let alone the same breath. Yet here you were, getting off on his fingers inside you, begging him not to stop.
The thought sent blood rushing straight to his cock, trapped painfully against his jeans.
He pressed harder, fingers curling deeper inside you, thumb grinding against your clit with newfound confidence. "Is this—" he gasped against your neck, sweat dampening his temple where his glasses pressed, "—is this right?" You answered with a sharp jerk of your hips, a muffled whimper escaping your lips. "Yes," you breathed, lips digging into your bottom lip. "Just like that."
His fingers hit that perfect, sweet point—harder, and you swear you see stars. You squeezed your eyes shut, your hips slamming down against his wrist, desperate to meet every stroke.
A sound ripped from Jake’s chest, less a moan and more a helpless, strangled gasp. The sheer sight of you—head thrown back against the chair, throat exposed, plump lips parted around silent cries, made him want to bust.
He pushed deeper, fingers dissapearing inside you entirely, knuckles pressing against swollen flesh. The heel of his palm ground against your clit, the veins in his forearm standing out with the effort. You choked on your own breath, hand pressing down on his wrist. "God, Jake," you gasped, voice shredded. "Don't stop—don't you fucking stop."
Your nails carved half-moons into the back of Jake’s hand as your orgasm hit.You slapped a hand over your mouth so hard your teeth ached, thighs locking around his wrist. Slick gushed over his palm, dripping off his knuckles in a slow, obscene string that landed on the floor with the tiniest wet pat. The sound was so loud in the dead silence you almost laughed.
He stared at his hand like he’d performed actual magic, eyes huge behind fogged lenses, mouth open in this stunned little “o.”
His fingers were still buried deep, trembling as your walls fluttered around them, milking every last drop. When you finally loosened your death grip on his wrist, he didn’t pull away. He stayed there, knuckles pressed flush, thumb still lazily circling your swollen clit.
“Fuck,” he whispered, voice wrecked.“Did I—did you just—?”
You laughed, low and shaky, and dragged his soaked fingers out slow enough that he whimpered at the drag. His hand hovered in the air between you, glistening under the dim library lights, proof of what he’d done to you. You caught his wrist, brought those two fingers to your mouth, and licked them clean, eyes locked on his the whole time.
Jake made a broken sound, hips jerking hard enough that his chair creaked. When you released him, he stared at his hand like he’d never seen it before, then dragged it slowly over his own mouth, breathing you in.
He was so fucking hard it hurt.
And who were you to leave him like that?
You spun in your chair, shoving textbooks to the floor with zero fucks. The thud echoed. Somewhere three aisles over, someone coughed. Neither of you moved.
“Pants,” you rasped, already tugging at his belt like it personally offended you. “Off. Now.”
His hands shook so bad he couldn’t get the button undone. You slapped them away, popped it yourself. You shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough—his cock sprang free, flushed angry red, precum pearling at the slit, curved just enough to make your mouth water. Pretty boy was stupidly hung and looked seconds from crying about it.
You stood, turned, and bent over the table right on top of his open textbook. Page 247 of organic chem got a front-row seat to your soaked panties getting yanked to the side.
“Jake,” you said, voice low and mean, “if you don’t fuck me in the next five seconds I swear to god I’ll find someone else who—”
He slammed in so hard the table screeched forward an inch.
No hesitation. Just sheer, desperate need driving him balls deep in one thrust.
For a second, you couldn’t breathe. He fit. Fuck, he fit like he was made for you, thick and perfect, stretching you wide open right where you were still pulsing and sensitive.
You both froze, panting. His hips trembled against your ass, buried deep.
His forehead dropped between your shoulder blades, glasses scraping uselessly against your shirt, breath coming in these tiny, wrecked hiccups like he’d just sprinted a mile. You could feel every throb of him inside you, the way his cock jerked with his pulse, the slick heat of your own mess smeared between your thighs and his.
“Move,” you hissed, shoving back hard enough that your ass slapped against his hips.
Jake made this broken, animal sound and obeyed.
He pulled out slow—so slow you felt every vein drag against your walls, then snapped back in so hard your palms skidded across the table, notes scattering like confetti.
The second thrust was deeper, meaner, and the third had his fingers bruising your hips, holding you exactly where he wanted so he could fuck you open.
The table rocked with every slam, legs squealing against the carpet, books thumping to the floor one by one. You bit down on your own wrist to keep from screaming.
“Quiet,” you gasped out, hypocritical as hell. “Someone’s gonna—”
“Let them,” he rasped, voice completely shredded. The shy boy was gone. This Jake had one hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so your throat arched, the other sliding under you to rub rough, messy circles over your clit.
The words punched a moan out of you so loud you both froze.
Footsteps. Slow, distant, somewhere past the philosophy shelves.
Jake didn’t stop.
He slowed—just enough to torture—rolling his hips in these deep, filthy grinds that had his cock dragging over that spot inside you again and again. Your legs shook so hard your knees knocked the table legs. He leaned over you, chest flush to your back, lips brushing your ear.
Then he sped up.
Harder. Faster. The table slammed forward with every thrust, your tits bouncing painfully against scattered highlighters, your own slick dripping down your thighs in audible little pat-pat-pats on the carpet. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just clawed at the wood and took it while he pounded into you.
His hips stuttered, slightly jerking and you felt him swell inside you, felt the exact second he lost it.
“Fuck—fuck—gonna—” he choked, burying his face in your neck, teeth sinking into skin to muffle the whine that ripped out of him.
He came hard, pulsing thick and hot, so deep you felt it in your stomach. The feeling triggered you instantly—your whole body locked up, walls clamping down around him like you were trying to keep him there forever. You bit tour bottom lip to survive the orgasm, tears streaking down your cheeks, vision black at the edges.
He kept moving through it, slow, gentle thrusts milking every aftershock until you were both shaking, oversensitive and ruined.
When he finally pulled out, the wet sound was obscene. Cum followed, sliding hot down your thighs, pooling on page 247. He stared at it—dazed, glasses crooked, lips swollen—like he couldn’t believe that just happened.
You turned, grabbed his wrecked face, and kissed the corner of his mouth with a loud exaggerated "Mwah"
“Next week,” you murmured against his mouth, “we’re doing this in the stacks. I want you to fuck me against the encyclopedias.”
Jake whimpered, cock already twitching against your thigh.
genre: smau/fake texts, strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, romance, fluff
warnings: profanity, mentions of kissing, jake is an uncle! friendly teasing/banter, suggestive comments, horny!jake, 18+ ignore typos if any
synopsis: jake bribes his nephew with robux to "accidentally" knock on the apartment door of the neighbor he has a crush on.
𝑒nhypen x fem!reader 🪷 cw◞ angst !! lowercase intended, crying obv, profanity, hurt/comfort, mentions of blood, theres a fire but not intense fire but someone does get CO poisoning erm, hospitals grahh, reader is once described as pale, passing out, someone gets hurt hor hor. lmk if i forgot anyth! not proofread 💔
synopsis◞ four fights, four accidents, all a second too late, and the love they almost lost.
or simply.. where you get hurt after arguing with them
notes◞sorry for disappearing for months guys.. univ is rlly fucking my ass up rn and im preparing for our finals already. i noticed theres not much angst in the tags so i decided to js make my own haha. please reblog if you like it! might make part 2 for the maknae line soon :)
★ LEE HEESEUNG (0.7k wc)
"stop the car, heeseung." you sighed, utterly defeated.
the fight was silent, not because you both were calm, but because you were the only one fighting. fighting for the relationship that's so close to snapping like a thread.
heeseung has been distant. for the past few months, it was like you were talking to a wall. you didn't know why, he didn't say why, you were tired. tired of feeling like a toy a child suddenly grows tired of.
your boyfriend exhaled, his brows furrowing and his knuckles turning white with how tight he was gripping the steering wheel. he didn't say anything, again.
"i said," you started, desperately swallowing the lump in your throat. "stop the car, heeseung." your voice cracked, whether he noticed or not, you didn't care anymore. you've got to learn how to, like he's doing.
"can't this wait when we get back home?" he asked, not sparing you a glance.
you managed to let out a chuckle of disbelief.
"then what?" looking at him with glassy eyes, you stared at his side profile. he's still heeseung, still the full cheeks yet strong jawline, still yours.. just didn't feel like it anymore.
"we get home so you can get back to ignoring me? pretending we're okay when we're not?" he didn't answer, just stared ahead at the road. you let out a frustrated whine, wiping your palms on your face as if that would erase every emotion that were flooding you now.
"stop the car, heeseung." you whispered, defeated and drained. "it's the least thing you could do for me.. please."
heeseung finally looked at you, gulping and hesitantly pulled over.
you didn't know whether to be grateful or disheartened, like him pulling over was proof that he was starting to let go of the relationship you both built together for almost two years.
nonetheless, you unbuckled and stepped out of the car and walked away.
heeseung stared, his lips trembling before he too, stepped out of the car to follow you. he wasn't going to be a coward anymore. but before your name could slip out of his lips, his heart dropped.
he didn't even have the time to scream. one blink, and you were already on the ground, the car speeding away. people were screaming in concern.
"no no," he panicked, pushing past the crowd and kneeling beside you, ignoring the burning pain of the rough pavement on his knees through his jeans. "you're okay, shh" he whispered, bringing you closer to his chest.
his heart was pounding, your blood covering his shirt but he didn't care. he was caressing your face, mumbling incoherent assurances to you or himself, he didn't know. heeseung bit his lip, breathing heavily as he thought about his behavior towards you for the past few weeks.
he shouldn't have shut you out, he thought letting himself break silently would keep you safe. he was emotionally exhausted, not because of you, never you. but the workload he was carrying, the expectations of being the best was getting to him.
he didn't want to appear weak, so he hid. in return, he hurts you and gets to hold you in the middle of the road, your blood everywhere.
and when a hand was placed on his shoulder, a paramedic gently pushing him away to take your unconscious body towards the ambulance, the tears fell. continuously.
heeseung sobbed.
a day after, you awoke on a hospital bed. your neck was in a cast, a bandage on your forehead and one wrapped around your waist. heeseung was asleep on the chair beside your bed.
the room was silent, only the beeping of the machine and the faint sounds of footsteps and talking from the outside was heard.
you silently stared at your boyfriend. his brows furrowed as he slept, his lips pouting slightly and his head was lolling sideways. the dark circles under his eyes were proof that this was probably his first taste of sleep since yesterday.
biting your lip, you held back your tears as you sniffed.
heeseung's eyes blinked open before he shot up straight when he saw your opened eyes staring straight at the ceiling.
"baby.. oh my god." he whispered, stepping closer and embracing you as gently as he could. after weeks, you could finally feel his warmth again, you were back in his arms and that realization made the tears fall.
he let you cry, his own falling silently down his cheeks and to your hair.
"i'm sorry, i'll never do that to you ever again." he croaked out, "i love you, so fucking much."
★ PARK JONGSEONG (0.9k wc)
it started a few days ago, when he came home from work. he was silent, his shoulders sagged and his hair a mess. you let it pass, knowing that everyone had bad days, you let him do his own thing.
he didn't seek you out, just ate the dinner you cooked, showered and went straight to bed. the next morning, you expected to wake up with his arm around your waist like always. instead, you were met with his side empty.
today was a sunday, meaning he had no work. sundays always meant sleeping in, cuddles, and movies.
sighing, you stood up and fixed the bed before stepping out. you could faintly hear kitchen utensils being used and an aroma so familiar it brought a smile to your face. is he okay now? is everything back to normal?
walking further in your house, you were met with his back to you while he stood in front of the stove.
"good morning." you smiled, moving to wrap your hands around his waist but failed when he stepped away. "jay?" with furrowed brows, your eyes trailed after him.
he stayed silent, clearly avoiding your eyes.
"are we going to be like this forever?" you questioned, sighing when he ignored you yet again. you held back the tears threatening to fall. why is it that you miss your husband, when he's always just been within reach?
he slept beside you, ate across from you, yet you still missed him like hell.
you missed him hugging you in your sleep, wiping your mouth when you ate, when he said i love you every time he went out for work.
you bit your lip, nodding meekly before going back to your shared room and shutting the door quietly. shaking slightly, you laid down on the bed, gripping his part of the blanket and putting it around you. at least in this way, it felt like being engulfed by him, by his scent.
with silent tears falling down your eyes, you went back to slumber.
jongseong rubbed his eyes, shaking his head before following after you. he opened the door carefully and his heart broke at the sight of your drying tears staining the sheets. he couldn't take it, knowing he made you cry when he very well said in his vows that he wouldn't.
he stepped out of the house, completely forgetting the boiling soup in the kitchen.
you woke up slowly, thick smoke coming through the bedroom's door cracks. you coughed, waving away the gray smoke and shot up to your feet.
you fumbled with the door knob, your sweat making it harder to open due to the hot feeling the smoke was bringing.
"shit." you looked around and took the blanket, covering your face with it and continued to cough, the amount of carbon monoxide entering your lungs making you weak as you crawled as far as possible from the door.
you couldn't do anything but cry, wondering where jay was. were you going to die like this?
jay was speechless and panicked the moment he saw thick gray smoke was coming out of the windows, thankful that there wasn't any sight of fire yet.
he ran inside, pushing past through the crowd that was starting to form in front of his house. jay burst through the door, coughing immediately once he's in. he took his jacket off and pressed it to his nose and mouth.
jay, through squinted eyes, ran to the room and he could almost cry in relief as he saw you with the blanket around your lower face.
"i got you," he said through his jacket, you were barely conscious but you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you out, thankful that the crowd was starting to evaporate as the firetruck finally arrived.
you both were escorted to the open ambulance, your eyes were heavy and you were breathing heavily. "j-jay, can't.." jongseong furrowed his brows in concern, looking at the paramedics.
"can't what baby? i'm here."
"can't breathe.."
"it's possible she's got carbon monoxide poisoning from the smoke, we got to hurry her to the ER. blare the sirens!"
jay's throat tightened, realizing that everything was his fault. his hand gripped yours tightly, whispering in your ears through tears to stay awake.
the next thing you knew, you were blinking awake, an oxygen mask stuck to your face.
"you're awake.." jongseong breathed out, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "you were asleep for a week." he murmurs.
"i'm so sorry, baby." he says, holding back his own tears.
your tried to speak, but the burn in your throat and chest hurt too much, you had so much to say but due to the condition you were in.. you were forced to stay silent.
your tears fell, due to the physical and emotional pain, you didn't know anymore. you were just glad that your husband was finally looking at you now.
"l-love.. me?" you managed to rasp out, the pain from speaking causing more tears to fall.
jay nodded immediately, his own tears flowing down when he realized.
you had thought he didn't love you anymore.
"of course, baby. that never changed," he whispered, "i love you, i'm sorry i caused this." his voice cracked.
and in that small hospital room, you were brought back to the arms of your husband. the warmth that you longed for.
★ SIM JAEYUN (0.7k wc)
you and your boyfriend jake used to be okay. one day you both were inseparable, then the next, he was ignoring you like it would kill the both of you if he spared you a glance.
you were confused to say the least, it's been bugging you for weeks to the point you've cried yourself to sleep every night.
you missed jake, not just his kisses or his hugs or the way he laughed. you just missed him, his presence, his warmth next to you. his good morning texts, the "have you eaten?" texts, the random pictures he would send you of himself in the middle of the day.
it was like mourning for someone you still had, someone that was still yours but felt so far away.
you hated being left in the dark, you didn't know what had happened. did you say something, do something, or is he just falling out of love?
did he find someone else that filled all the flaws you had?
you were exhausted, you both were college students. you worked part time, chased deadlines, and cried over jake every night.
sighing, you rubbed your burning eyes before slipping into the bathtub and before you knew it, your vision blurred and your body gave out.
jake rubbed his hands on his pants, gulping as he gripped the bouquet he bought on one hand tightly. he knocked on your door before stepping back, fumbling with his hair as he tried to fix it to look presentable.
it took him a week and a reality slapping from sunoo that he was a dick for ignoring you. he was jealous, of the classmate you got paired up with on your anatomy class.
jake felt replaceable, all his life friends and significant others would always find someone better than him, that's what they said.
so when he kept getting updates from you that you were yet again with your lab partner, he felt his heart going up his throat. so what he did? he started pulling back, thinking that if he was the first to pull back, it would hurt less for him.
but he realized how that was such a dick move, he was leaving you in the dark. instead of talking to you, letting out his worries, he left you on your own.
jake furrowed his brows before knocking again, calling out for your name. he looked around the pots in front of your door, he spotted the pot he painted for you in one of your dates and lifted it up.
he took the spare key and opened the door. he called out your name again, placing the bouquet on the coffee table in front of your couch before he felt his socks getting wet.
jake looked down, spotting a puddle of water coming out from the bathroom.
he walked over and opened the door and the sight that greeted him almost made him want to die right then and there.
there you were, passed out and pale on the tub, the water was up on your chin and your arms dangling from the side.
he froze for a second, his mind blank, before instinct kicked in.
"baby, fuck." he rushed towards you, ignoring the feeling of getting his socks wet even if he hated that over anything in the world.
jake turned the faucet off and took your towel, lifting your limp body gently. "shit, you're freezing cold, baby." he whispered to himself as he wrapped you in your towel and left the bathroom.
he wiped you dry, dressed you up in his hoodie and sweatpants he left in your apartment from all the times he stayed over and tucked you in.
jake warmed his palms before he pressed them on your cheek, watching how your furrowed brows relaxed. and at that moment, his heart cracked. he could see your dark circles under your eyes.
he brought his forehead to yours, transferring all his warmth to yours.
"jaeyun?" he opened his eyes and pulled away, but he kept his palms on your cheeks.
"baby," he pouted, his eyes turning glassy. "baby, i'm so sorry." his voice cracked.
your cold hands pulled at his wrist, bringing him closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. jake melted into you, hugging you tightly as he rubbed his cheek on your cold ones.
"i was an idiot, i promise i'll never do that again." he said through his tears. you said nothing but hold him tight, just glad that you finally had your boyfriend back.
★ PARK SUNGHOON
everyone knew sunghoon had a temper. most specially you, his darling girlfriend.
you've watched your boyfriend fight with others, either over silly things or something serious. you never really expected to be at the receiving end of his temper, not until today at least.
sunghoon was yet again caught in a fight a while ago, claiming that the waiter looked at you the wrong way before you dragged him out of the restaurant.
"you're really defending some random asshole right now?" he glowered, brows furrowed as he stood towering over you.
"are you serious?" you chuckled in disbelief, "tell me who the asshole is, someone who was just doing their job," he glared.
"or someone who's glaring and shouting at his girlfriend right now?"
sunghoon exhaled a laugh, rubbing his palm on his face.
"so you are defending him." he concluded, shaking his head and turned around towards the door.
you shook your head, sighing as you followed after him.
"that's not what i'm doing, hoon-" you were cut off when he suddenly slammed the door, your fingers caught in the gap.
you inhaled sharply in pain, the sting shooting straight to your wrist as you clutched your sore fingers and bent down in pain.
"shit, let me see." sunghoon's panicked voice came, his once rough voice now soft and guilty. you turned away from him, walking towards the en-suite bathroom and closing the door gently on him.
"baby," he called out from the other side, his voice thick with guilt. "i'm sorry, please let me see you. fuck." he groaned.
you shakily took a hand towel, soaking it in cold water before wrapping it around your fingers that are starting to swell. you silently let your tears fall, from the pain you were feeling in your fingers and the one in your heart.
you hated seeing sunghoon mad, the way his voice lost its warmth, the way his eyes stopped looking at you and started looking through you.
you hated seeing him fight, and absolutely hated it when he was fighting you.
you understood that he was protective over you, having grown up with him as friends before ultimately getting into a relationship. but sometimes, you wished he would just hear you out and let silly things like what happened a while ago pass.
"darling, please let me in." sunghoon spoke yet again, his forehead pressed on the closed bathroom door. his heart was heavy, from the fight, the accusations he threw at you, and the realization that he had not only hurt you emotionally, but physically too.
when the door's lock clicked, he stepped away slightly. the door opened and he was met with your teary eyes, a wet towel wrapped around your fingers.
"does it hurt?" he asks, taking your injured hand in his. "i'm so sorry baby, not just for this, but for what i said a while ago too." he whispered, bringing you to his chest as he embraced you warmly.
"i hate hearing you raise your voice at me." you mumble in his chest, your tears wetting his shirt.
sunghoon inhaled, nodding his head against your hair and pressing a tender kiss on your temple. "it won't happen again baby, i promise."
sunghoon held and kept you close the whole day, his eyes carrying guilt as he pampered you. he promised to himself that day that, that was the last day he would make you cry.
𝑒nhypen x fem!reader 🪷 cw◞ angst !! lowercase intended, crying obv, profanity, hurt/comfort, mentions of blood, theres a fire but not intense fire but someone does get CO poisoning erm, hospitals grahh, reader is once described as pale, passing out, someone gets hurt hor hor. lmk if i forgot anyth! not proofread 💔
synopsis◞ four fights, four accidents, all a second too late, and the love they almost lost.
or simply.. where you get hurt after arguing with them
notes◞sorry for disappearing for months guys.. univ is rlly fucking my ass up rn and im preparing for our finals already. i noticed theres not much angst in the tags so i decided to js make my own haha. please reblog if you like it! might make part 2 for the maknae line soon :)
★ LEE HEESEUNG (0.7k wc)
"stop the car, heeseung." you sighed, utterly defeated.
the fight was silent, not because you both were calm, but because you were the only one fighting. fighting for the relationship that's so close to snapping like a thread.
heeseung has been distant. for the past few months, it was like you were talking to a wall. you didn't know why, he didn't say why, you were tired. tired of feeling like a toy a child suddenly grows tired of.
your boyfriend exhaled, his brows furrowing and his knuckles turning white with how tight he was gripping the steering wheel. he didn't say anything, again.
"i said," you started, desperately swallowing the lump in your throat. "stop the car, heeseung." your voice cracked, whether he noticed or not, you didn't care anymore. you've got to learn how to, like he's doing.
"can't this wait when we get back home?" he asked, not sparing you a glance.
you managed to let out a chuckle of disbelief.
"then what?" looking at him with glassy eyes, you stared at his side profile. he's still heeseung, still the full cheeks yet strong jawline, still yours.. just didn't feel like it anymore.
"we get home so you can get back to ignoring me? pretending we're okay when we're not?" he didn't answer, just stared ahead at the road. you let out a frustrated whine, wiping your palms on your face as if that would erase every emotion that were flooding you now.
"stop the car, heeseung." you whispered, defeated and drained. "it's the least thing you could do for me.. please."
heeseung finally looked at you, gulping and hesitantly pulled over.
you didn't know whether to be grateful or disheartened, like him pulling over was proof that he was starting to let go of the relationship you both built together for almost two years.
nonetheless, you unbuckled and stepped out of the car and walked away.
heeseung stared, his lips trembling before he too, stepped out of the car to follow you. he wasn't going to be a coward anymore. but before your name could slip out of his lips, his heart dropped.
he didn't even have the time to scream. one blink, and you were already on the ground, the car speeding away. people were screaming in concern.
"no no," he panicked, pushing past the crowd and kneeling beside you, ignoring the burning pain of the rough pavement on his knees through his jeans. "you're okay, shh" he whispered, bringing you closer to his chest.
his heart was pounding, your blood covering his shirt but he didn't care. he was caressing your face, mumbling incoherent assurances to you or himself, he didn't know. heeseung bit his lip, breathing heavily as he thought about his behavior towards you for the past few weeks.
he shouldn't have shut you out, he thought letting himself break silently would keep you safe. he was emotionally exhausted, not because of you, never you. but the workload he was carrying, the expectations of being the best was getting to him.
he didn't want to appear weak, so he hid. in return, he hurts you and gets to hold you in the middle of the road, your blood everywhere.
and when a hand was placed on his shoulder, a paramedic gently pushing him away to take your unconscious body towards the ambulance, the tears fell. continuously.
heeseung sobbed.
a day after, you awoke on a hospital bed. your neck was in a cast, a bandage on your forehead and one wrapped around your waist. heeseung was asleep on the chair beside your bed.
the room was silent, only the beeping of the machine and the faint sounds of footsteps and talking from the outside was heard.
you silently stared at your boyfriend. his brows furrowed as he slept, his lips pouting slightly and his head was lolling sideways. the dark circles under his eyes were proof that this was probably his first taste of sleep since yesterday.
biting your lip, you held back your tears as you sniffed.
heeseung's eyes blinked open before he shot up straight when he saw your opened eyes staring straight at the ceiling.
"baby.. oh my god." he whispered, stepping closer and embracing you as gently as he could. after weeks, you could finally feel his warmth again, you were back in his arms and that realization made the tears fall.
he let you cry, his own falling silently down his cheeks and to your hair.
"i'm sorry, i'll never do that to you ever again." he croaked out, "i love you, so fucking much."
★ PARK JONGSEONG (0.9k wc)
it started a few days ago, when he came home from work. he was silent, his shoulders sagged and his hair a mess. you let it pass, knowing that everyone had bad days, you let him do his own thing.
he didn't seek you out, just ate the dinner you cooked, showered and went straight to bed. the next morning, you expected to wake up with his arm around your waist like always. instead, you were met with his side empty.
today was a sunday, meaning he had no work. sundays always meant sleeping in, cuddles, and movies.
sighing, you stood up and fixed the bed before stepping out. you could faintly hear kitchen utensils being used and an aroma so familiar it brought a smile to your face. is he okay now? is everything back to normal?
walking further in your house, you were met with his back to you while he stood in front of the stove.
"good morning." you smiled, moving to wrap your hands around his waist but failed when he stepped away. "jay?" with furrowed brows, your eyes trailed after him.
he stayed silent, clearly avoiding your eyes.
"are we going to be like this forever?" you questioned, sighing when he ignored you yet again. you held back the tears threatening to fall. why is it that you miss your husband, when he's always just been within reach?
he slept beside you, ate across from you, yet you still missed him like hell.
you missed him hugging you in your sleep, wiping your mouth when you ate, when he said i love you every time he went out for work.
you bit your lip, nodding meekly before going back to your shared room and shutting the door quietly. shaking slightly, you laid down on the bed, gripping his part of the blanket and putting it around you. at least in this way, it felt like being engulfed by him, by his scent.
with silent tears falling down your eyes, you went back to slumber.
jongseong rubbed his eyes, shaking his head before following after you. he opened the door carefully and his heart broke at the sight of your drying tears staining the sheets. he couldn't take it, knowing he made you cry when he very well said in his vows that he wouldn't.
he stepped out of the house, completely forgetting the boiling soup in the kitchen.
you woke up slowly, thick smoke coming through the bedroom's door cracks. you coughed, waving away the gray smoke and shot up to your feet.
you fumbled with the door knob, your sweat making it harder to open due to the hot feeling the smoke was bringing.
"shit." you looked around and took the blanket, covering your face with it and continued to cough, the amount of carbon monoxide entering your lungs making you weak as you crawled as far as possible from the door.
you couldn't do anything but cry, wondering where jay was. were you going to die like this?
jay was speechless and panicked the moment he saw thick gray smoke was coming out of the windows, thankful that there wasn't any sight of fire yet.
he ran inside, pushing past through the crowd that was starting to form in front of his house. jay burst through the door, coughing immediately once he's in. he took his jacket off and pressed it to his nose and mouth.
jay, through squinted eyes, ran to the room and he could almost cry in relief as he saw you with the blanket around your lower face.
"i got you," he said through his jacket, you were barely conscious but you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you out, thankful that the crowd was starting to evaporate as the firetruck finally arrived.
you both were escorted to the open ambulance, your eyes were heavy and you were breathing heavily. "j-jay, can't.." jongseong furrowed his brows in concern, looking at the paramedics.
"can't what baby? i'm here."
"can't breathe.."
"it's possible she's got carbon monoxide poisoning from the smoke, we got to hurry her to the ER. blare the sirens!"
jay's throat tightened, realizing that everything was his fault. his hand gripped yours tightly, whispering in your ears through tears to stay awake.
the next thing you knew, you were blinking awake, an oxygen mask stuck to your face.
"you're awake.." jongseong breathed out, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "you were asleep for a week." he murmurs.
"i'm so sorry, baby." he says, holding back his own tears.
your tried to speak, but the burn in your throat and chest hurt too much, you had so much to say but due to the condition you were in.. you were forced to stay silent.
your tears fell, due to the physical and emotional pain, you didn't know anymore. you were just glad that your husband was finally looking at you now.
"l-love.. me?" you managed to rasp out, the pain from speaking causing more tears to fall.
jay nodded immediately, his own tears flowing down when he realized.
you had thought he didn't love you anymore.
"of course, baby. that never changed," he whispered, "i love you, i'm sorry i caused this." his voice cracked.
and in that small hospital room, you were brought back to the arms of your husband. the warmth that you longed for.
★ SIM JAEYUN (0.7k wc)
you and your boyfriend jake used to be okay. one day you both were inseparable, then the next, he was ignoring you like it would kill the both of you if he spared you a glance.
you were confused to say the least, it's been bugging you for weeks to the point you've cried yourself to sleep every night.
you missed jake, not just his kisses or his hugs or the way he laughed. you just missed him, his presence, his warmth next to you. his good morning texts, the "have you eaten?" texts, the random pictures he would send you of himself in the middle of the day.
it was like mourning for someone you still had, someone that was still yours but felt so far away.
you hated being left in the dark, you didn't know what had happened. did you say something, do something, or is he just falling out of love?
did he find someone else that filled all the flaws you had?
you were exhausted, you both were college students. you worked part time, chased deadlines, and cried over jake every night.
sighing, you rubbed your burning eyes before slipping into the bathtub and before you knew it, your vision blurred and your body gave out.
jake rubbed his hands on his pants, gulping as he gripped the bouquet he bought on one hand tightly. he knocked on your door before stepping back, fumbling with his hair as he tried to fix it to look presentable.
it took him a week and a reality slapping from sunoo that he was a dick for ignoring you. he was jealous, of the classmate you got paired up with on your anatomy class.
jake felt replaceable, all his life friends and significant others would always find someone better than him, that's what they said.
so when he kept getting updates from you that you were yet again with your lab partner, he felt his heart going up his throat. so what he did? he started pulling back, thinking that if he was the first to pull back, it would hurt less for him.
but he realized how that was such a dick move, he was leaving you in the dark. instead of talking to you, letting out his worries, he left you on your own.
jake furrowed his brows before knocking again, calling out for your name. he looked around the pots in front of your door, he spotted the pot he painted for you in one of your dates and lifted it up.
he took the spare key and opened the door. he called out your name again, placing the bouquet on the coffee table in front of your couch before he felt his socks getting wet.
jake looked down, spotting a puddle of water coming out from the bathroom.
he walked over and opened the door and the sight that greeted him almost made him want to die right then and there.
there you were, passed out and pale on the tub, the water was up on your chin and your arms dangling from the side.
he froze for a second, his mind blank, before instinct kicked in.
"baby, fuck." he rushed towards you, ignoring the feeling of getting his socks wet even if he hated that over anything in the world.
jake turned the faucet off and took your towel, lifting your limp body gently. "shit, you're freezing cold, baby." he whispered to himself as he wrapped you in your towel and left the bathroom.
he wiped you dry, dressed you up in his hoodie and sweatpants he left in your apartment from all the times he stayed over and tucked you in.
jake warmed his palms before he pressed them on your cheek, watching how your furrowed brows relaxed. and at that moment, his heart cracked. he could see your dark circles under your eyes.
he brought his forehead to yours, transferring all his warmth to yours.
"jaeyun?" he opened his eyes and pulled away, but he kept his palms on your cheeks.
"baby," he pouted, his eyes turning glassy. "baby, i'm so sorry." his voice cracked.
your cold hands pulled at his wrist, bringing him closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. jake melted into you, hugging you tightly as he rubbed his cheek on your cold ones.
"i was an idiot, i promise i'll never do that again." he said through his tears. you said nothing but hold him tight, just glad that you finally had your boyfriend back.
★ PARK SUNGHOON
everyone knew sunghoon had a temper. most specially you, his darling girlfriend.
you've watched your boyfriend fight with others, either over silly things or something serious. you never really expected to be at the receiving end of his temper, not until today at least.
sunghoon was yet again caught in a fight a while ago, claiming that the waiter looked at you the wrong way before you dragged him out of the restaurant.
"you're really defending some random asshole right now?" he glowered, brows furrowed as he stood towering over you.
"are you serious?" you chuckled in disbelief, "tell me who the asshole is, someone who was just doing their job," he glared.
"or someone who's glaring and shouting at his girlfriend right now?"
sunghoon exhaled a laugh, rubbing his palm on his face.
"so you are defending him." he concluded, shaking his head and turned around towards the door.
you shook your head, sighing as you followed after him.
"that's not what i'm doing, hoon-" you were cut off when he suddenly slammed the door, your fingers caught in the gap.
you inhaled sharply in pain, the sting shooting straight to your wrist as you clutched your sore fingers and bent down in pain.
"shit, let me see." sunghoon's panicked voice came, his once rough voice now soft and guilty. you turned away from him, walking towards the en-suite bathroom and closing the door gently on him.
"baby," he called out from the other side, his voice thick with guilt. "i'm sorry, please let me see you. fuck." he groaned.
you shakily took a hand towel, soaking it in cold water before wrapping it around your fingers that are starting to swell. you silently let your tears fall, from the pain you were feeling in your fingers and the one in your heart.
you hated seeing sunghoon mad, the way his voice lost its warmth, the way his eyes stopped looking at you and started looking through you.
you hated seeing him fight, and absolutely hated it when he was fighting you.
you understood that he was protective over you, having grown up with him as friends before ultimately getting into a relationship. but sometimes, you wished he would just hear you out and let silly things like what happened a while ago pass.
"darling, please let me in." sunghoon spoke yet again, his forehead pressed on the closed bathroom door. his heart was heavy, from the fight, the accusations he threw at you, and the realization that he had not only hurt you emotionally, but physically too.
when the door's lock clicked, he stepped away slightly. the door opened and he was met with your teary eyes, a wet towel wrapped around your fingers.
"does it hurt?" he asks, taking your injured hand in his. "i'm so sorry baby, not just for this, but for what i said a while ago too." he whispered, bringing you to his chest as he embraced you warmly.
"i hate hearing you raise your voice at me." you mumble in his chest, your tears wetting his shirt.
sunghoon inhaled, nodding his head against your hair and pressing a tender kiss on your temple. "it won't happen again baby, i promise."
sunghoon held and kept you close the whole day, his eyes carrying guilt as he pampered you. he promised to himself that day that, that was the last day he would make you cry.
𝑒nhypen x fem!reader 🪷 cw◞ angst !! lowercase intended, crying obv, profanity, hurt/comfort, mentions of blood, theres a fire but not intense fire but someone does get CO poisoning erm, hospitals grahh, reader is once described as pale, passing out, someone gets hurt hor hor. lmk if i forgot anyth! not proofread 💔
synopsis◞ four fights, four accidents, all a second too late, and the love they almost lost.
or simply.. where you get hurt after arguing with them
notes◞sorry for disappearing for months guys.. univ is rlly fucking my ass up rn and im preparing for our finals already. i noticed theres not much angst in the tags so i decided to js make my own haha. please reblog if you like it! might make part 2 for the maknae line soon :)
★ LEE HEESEUNG (0.7k wc)
"stop the car, heeseung." you sighed, utterly defeated.
the fight was silent, not because you both were calm, but because you were the only one fighting. fighting for the relationship that's so close to snapping like a thread.
heeseung has been distant. for the past few months, it was like you were talking to a wall. you didn't know why, he didn't say why, you were tired. tired of feeling like a toy a child suddenly grows tired of.
your boyfriend exhaled, his brows furrowing and his knuckles turning white with how tight he was gripping the steering wheel. he didn't say anything, again.
"i said," you started, desperately swallowing the lump in your throat. "stop the car, heeseung." your voice cracked, whether he noticed or not, you didn't care anymore. you've got to learn how to, like he's doing.
"can't this wait when we get back home?" he asked, not sparing you a glance.
you managed to let out a chuckle of disbelief.
"then what?" looking at him with glassy eyes, you stared at his side profile. he's still heeseung, still the full cheeks yet strong jawline, still yours.. just didn't feel like it anymore.
"we get home so you can get back to ignoring me? pretending we're okay when we're not?" he didn't answer, just stared ahead at the road. you let out a frustrated whine, wiping your palms on your face as if that would erase every emotion that were flooding you now.
"stop the car, heeseung." you whispered, defeated and drained. "it's the least thing you could do for me.. please."
heeseung finally looked at you, gulping and hesitantly pulled over.
you didn't know whether to be grateful or disheartened, like him pulling over was proof that he was starting to let go of the relationship you both built together for almost two years.
nonetheless, you unbuckled and stepped out of the car and walked away.
heeseung stared, his lips trembling before he too, stepped out of the car to follow you. he wasn't going to be a coward anymore. but before your name could slip out of his lips, his heart dropped.
he didn't even have the time to scream. one blink, and you were already on the ground, the car speeding away. people were screaming in concern.
"no no," he panicked, pushing past the crowd and kneeling beside you, ignoring the burning pain of the rough pavement on his knees through his jeans. "you're okay, shh" he whispered, bringing you closer to his chest.
his heart was pounding, your blood covering his shirt but he didn't care. he was caressing your face, mumbling incoherent assurances to you or himself, he didn't know. heeseung bit his lip, breathing heavily as he thought about his behavior towards you for the past few weeks.
he shouldn't have shut you out, he thought letting himself break silently would keep you safe. he was emotionally exhausted, not because of you, never you. but the workload he was carrying, the expectations of being the best was getting to him.
he didn't want to appear weak, so he hid. in return, he hurts you and gets to hold you in the middle of the road, your blood everywhere.
and when a hand was placed on his shoulder, a paramedic gently pushing him away to take your unconscious body towards the ambulance, the tears fell. continuously.
heeseung sobbed.
a day after, you awoke on a hospital bed. your neck was in a cast, a bandage on your forehead and one wrapped around your waist. heeseung was asleep on the chair beside your bed.
the room was silent, only the beeping of the machine and the faint sounds of footsteps and talking from the outside was heard.
you silently stared at your boyfriend. his brows furrowed as he slept, his lips pouting slightly and his head was lolling sideways. the dark circles under his eyes were proof that this was probably his first taste of sleep since yesterday.
biting your lip, you held back your tears as you sniffed.
heeseung's eyes blinked open before he shot up straight when he saw your opened eyes staring straight at the ceiling.
"baby.. oh my god." he whispered, stepping closer and embracing you as gently as he could. after weeks, you could finally feel his warmth again, you were back in his arms and that realization made the tears fall.
he let you cry, his own falling silently down his cheeks and to your hair.
"i'm sorry, i'll never do that to you ever again." he croaked out, "i love you, so fucking much."
★ PARK JONGSEONG (0.9k wc)
it started a few days ago, when he came home from work. he was silent, his shoulders sagged and his hair a mess. you let it pass, knowing that everyone had bad days, you let him do his own thing.
he didn't seek you out, just ate the dinner you cooked, showered and went straight to bed. the next morning, you expected to wake up with his arm around your waist like always. instead, you were met with his side empty.
today was a sunday, meaning he had no work. sundays always meant sleeping in, cuddles, and movies.
sighing, you stood up and fixed the bed before stepping out. you could faintly hear kitchen utensils being used and an aroma so familiar it brought a smile to your face. is he okay now? is everything back to normal?
walking further in your house, you were met with his back to you while he stood in front of the stove.
"good morning." you smiled, moving to wrap your hands around his waist but failed when he stepped away. "jay?" with furrowed brows, your eyes trailed after him.
he stayed silent, clearly avoiding your eyes.
"are we going to be like this forever?" you questioned, sighing when he ignored you yet again. you held back the tears threatening to fall. why is it that you miss your husband, when he's always just been within reach?
he slept beside you, ate across from you, yet you still missed him like hell.
you missed him hugging you in your sleep, wiping your mouth when you ate, when he said i love you every time he went out for work.
you bit your lip, nodding meekly before going back to your shared room and shutting the door quietly. shaking slightly, you laid down on the bed, gripping his part of the blanket and putting it around you. at least in this way, it felt like being engulfed by him, by his scent.
with silent tears falling down your eyes, you went back to slumber.
jongseong rubbed his eyes, shaking his head before following after you. he opened the door carefully and his heart broke at the sight of your drying tears staining the sheets. he couldn't take it, knowing he made you cry when he very well said in his vows that he wouldn't.
he stepped out of the house, completely forgetting the boiling soup in the kitchen.
you woke up slowly, thick smoke coming through the bedroom's door cracks. you coughed, waving away the gray smoke and shot up to your feet.
you fumbled with the door knob, your sweat making it harder to open due to the hot feeling the smoke was bringing.
"shit." you looked around and took the blanket, covering your face with it and continued to cough, the amount of carbon monoxide entering your lungs making you weak as you crawled as far as possible from the door.
you couldn't do anything but cry, wondering where jay was. were you going to die like this?
jay was speechless and panicked the moment he saw thick gray smoke was coming out of the windows, thankful that there wasn't any sight of fire yet.
he ran inside, pushing past through the crowd that was starting to form in front of his house. jay burst through the door, coughing immediately once he's in. he took his jacket off and pressed it to his nose and mouth.
jay, through squinted eyes, ran to the room and he could almost cry in relief as he saw you with the blanket around your lower face.
"i got you," he said through his jacket, you were barely conscious but you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you out, thankful that the crowd was starting to evaporate as the firetruck finally arrived.
you both were escorted to the open ambulance, your eyes were heavy and you were breathing heavily. "j-jay, can't.." jongseong furrowed his brows in concern, looking at the paramedics.
"can't what baby? i'm here."
"can't breathe.."
"it's possible she's got carbon monoxide poisoning from the smoke, we got to hurry her to the ER. blare the sirens!"
jay's throat tightened, realizing that everything was his fault. his hand gripped yours tightly, whispering in your ears through tears to stay awake.
the next thing you knew, you were blinking awake, an oxygen mask stuck to your face.
"you're awake.." jongseong breathed out, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "you were asleep for a week." he murmurs.
"i'm so sorry, baby." he says, holding back his own tears.
your tried to speak, but the burn in your throat and chest hurt too much, you had so much to say but due to the condition you were in.. you were forced to stay silent.
your tears fell, due to the physical and emotional pain, you didn't know anymore. you were just glad that your husband was finally looking at you now.
"l-love.. me?" you managed to rasp out, the pain from speaking causing more tears to fall.
jay nodded immediately, his own tears flowing down when he realized.
you had thought he didn't love you anymore.
"of course, baby. that never changed," he whispered, "i love you, i'm sorry i caused this." his voice cracked.
and in that small hospital room, you were brought back to the arms of your husband. the warmth that you longed for.
★ SIM JAEYUN (0.7k wc)
you and your boyfriend jake used to be okay. one day you both were inseparable, then the next, he was ignoring you like it would kill the both of you if he spared you a glance.
you were confused to say the least, it's been bugging you for weeks to the point you've cried yourself to sleep every night.
you missed jake, not just his kisses or his hugs or the way he laughed. you just missed him, his presence, his warmth next to you. his good morning texts, the "have you eaten?" texts, the random pictures he would send you of himself in the middle of the day.
it was like mourning for someone you still had, someone that was still yours but felt so far away.
you hated being left in the dark, you didn't know what had happened. did you say something, do something, or is he just falling out of love?
did he find someone else that filled all the flaws you had?
you were exhausted, you both were college students. you worked part time, chased deadlines, and cried over jake every night.
sighing, you rubbed your burning eyes before slipping into the bathtub and before you knew it, your vision blurred and your body gave out.
jake rubbed his hands on his pants, gulping as he gripped the bouquet he bought on one hand tightly. he knocked on your door before stepping back, fumbling with his hair as he tried to fix it to look presentable.
it took him a week and a reality slapping from sunoo that he was a dick for ignoring you. he was jealous, of the classmate you got paired up with on your anatomy class.
jake felt replaceable, all his life friends and significant others would always find someone better than him, that's what they said.
so when he kept getting updates from you that you were yet again with your lab partner, he felt his heart going up his throat. so what he did? he started pulling back, thinking that if he was the first to pull back, it would hurt less for him.
but he realized how that was such a dick move, he was leaving you in the dark. instead of talking to you, letting out his worries, he left you on your own.
jake furrowed his brows before knocking again, calling out for your name. he looked around the pots in front of your door, he spotted the pot he painted for you in one of your dates and lifted it up.
he took the spare key and opened the door. he called out your name again, placing the bouquet on the coffee table in front of your couch before he felt his socks getting wet.
jake looked down, spotting a puddle of water coming out from the bathroom.
he walked over and opened the door and the sight that greeted him almost made him want to die right then and there.
there you were, passed out and pale on the tub, the water was up on your chin and your arms dangling from the side.
he froze for a second, his mind blank, before instinct kicked in.
"baby, fuck." he rushed towards you, ignoring the feeling of getting his socks wet even if he hated that over anything in the world.
jake turned the faucet off and took your towel, lifting your limp body gently. "shit, you're freezing cold, baby." he whispered to himself as he wrapped you in your towel and left the bathroom.
he wiped you dry, dressed you up in his hoodie and sweatpants he left in your apartment from all the times he stayed over and tucked you in.
jake warmed his palms before he pressed them on your cheek, watching how your furrowed brows relaxed. and at that moment, his heart cracked. he could see your dark circles under your eyes.
he brought his forehead to yours, transferring all his warmth to yours.
"jaeyun?" he opened his eyes and pulled away, but he kept his palms on your cheeks.
"baby," he pouted, his eyes turning glassy. "baby, i'm so sorry." his voice cracked.
your cold hands pulled at his wrist, bringing him closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. jake melted into you, hugging you tightly as he rubbed his cheek on your cold ones.
"i was an idiot, i promise i'll never do that again." he said through his tears. you said nothing but hold him tight, just glad that you finally had your boyfriend back.
★ PARK SUNGHOON
everyone knew sunghoon had a temper. most specially you, his darling girlfriend.
you've watched your boyfriend fight with others, either over silly things or something serious. you never really expected to be at the receiving end of his temper, not until today at least.
sunghoon was yet again caught in a fight a while ago, claiming that the waiter looked at you the wrong way before you dragged him out of the restaurant.
"you're really defending some random asshole right now?" he glowered, brows furrowed as he stood towering over you.
"are you serious?" you chuckled in disbelief, "tell me who the asshole is, someone who was just doing their job," he glared.
"or someone who's glaring and shouting at his girlfriend right now?"
sunghoon exhaled a laugh, rubbing his palm on his face.
"so you are defending him." he concluded, shaking his head and turned around towards the door.
you shook your head, sighing as you followed after him.
"that's not what i'm doing, hoon-" you were cut off when he suddenly slammed the door, your fingers caught in the gap.
you inhaled sharply in pain, the sting shooting straight to your wrist as you clutched your sore fingers and bent down in pain.
"shit, let me see." sunghoon's panicked voice came, his once rough voice now soft and guilty. you turned away from him, walking towards the en-suite bathroom and closing the door gently on him.
"baby," he called out from the other side, his voice thick with guilt. "i'm sorry, please let me see you. fuck." he groaned.
you shakily took a hand towel, soaking it in cold water before wrapping it around your fingers that are starting to swell. you silently let your tears fall, from the pain you were feeling in your fingers and the one in your heart.
you hated seeing sunghoon mad, the way his voice lost its warmth, the way his eyes stopped looking at you and started looking through you.
you hated seeing him fight, and absolutely hated it when he was fighting you.
you understood that he was protective over you, having grown up with him as friends before ultimately getting into a relationship. but sometimes, you wished he would just hear you out and let silly things like what happened a while ago pass.
"darling, please let me in." sunghoon spoke yet again, his forehead pressed on the closed bathroom door. his heart was heavy, from the fight, the accusations he threw at you, and the realization that he had not only hurt you emotionally, but physically too.
when the door's lock clicked, he stepped away slightly. the door opened and he was met with your teary eyes, a wet towel wrapped around your fingers.
"does it hurt?" he asks, taking your injured hand in his. "i'm so sorry baby, not just for this, but for what i said a while ago too." he whispered, bringing you to his chest as he embraced you warmly.
"i hate hearing you raise your voice at me." you mumble in his chest, your tears wetting his shirt.
sunghoon inhaled, nodding his head against your hair and pressing a tender kiss on your temple. "it won't happen again baby, i promise."
sunghoon held and kept you close the whole day, his eyes carrying guilt as he pampered you. he promised to himself that day that, that was the last day he would make you cry.
tying jaehyuns wrists together with his tie <3 slapping his dick and playing with his nipples to hear his pretty whines and moans and cries and little gasps <3 making him cry and cooing at how cute and pretty ur puppy is <3
liked this ask sm i made a drabble outta it. plz send more of hard or soft thoughts i love this!! 😭💕 (gn!reader, one ‘master’ mention)
jaehyun whines at the back of his throat, high pitched and shining boba eyes gazing at you as he feels you slipping off his tie from his white collared neck; he’s so plaint for you as he lets you raise his arms above his head and bounding his wrists by his very own tie. his dick twitches in his neatly ironed pants, loving being tied up by you and feeling the fabric tight around his wrists— and your resounding laugh at his cute yet pathetic show of complete submission only makes his blushy cheeks pinken even more. “please— please, can you touch me, y/n?”
“puppy wants touched?” you smile, tone sickeningly sweet while the way your teeth glint at him are predatory.
“yes!” he softly cries, body suddenly going from slow and slack like thick syrup to squirming, the little pet name you called him setting the deep need that was already tickling inside his tummy on fire. “pu— puppy wants touched, please!”
“okay, yunie.” you coo— deceiving him, because in the next ten minutes that passed, you haven’t touched him— or at least not in the way he’d expected you to.
“guh, m— master, please!” jaehyun cries as you slap the shaft of his cock for the umpteenth time, glistening, purple tip oozing against his previously crisp and clean dress pants, hips twitching with little thrusts and squeezing his thighs together after each hit you deliver despite whining as though he wants you to stop. his matching black blazer is still clinging to his shoulders, though greatly disheveled like the rest of him— and his white button up has been almost completely opened by you to have access to his stiff, abused nipples.
“aww, what’s wrong, pup?” you coo, hand leaving his cock to give it a break, tweaking both of his nipples instead. he’s so reactive, and everything he does is just so adorable; his arms remain above his head in the position you placed them, to obedient of a good boy and wanting of praise to move; high pitched whimpers constantly spill from his rosy lips, eyes squeezing shut while he arches his back, pushing his chest further into your hands.
“f— feels to goo— good!” he whines, attempting to rut his dick against the hem and folds of his shirt— you allow it, only because he looks so pathetic and needy doing so. “keep going, please.”
“yeah? you like this?” your resounding question is followed by another couple slaps to his cock, the second lashing harder than the first, a wet sound reverberating off the walls from jaehyun’s precum that just can’t seem to stop oozing out of his leaky tip. paired with another adorable, puppy-ish whimper, he nods his head sheepishly yet passionately desperate.
“aw, what a good little puppy. my good boy.” you praise with a mean twist of his nipple, and jaehyun full body trembles— in a way that makes you wonder if he’s about to cum— if he can cum simply from having his nipples played with and little cock slapped.
you and taesan go together like classical music and rock: not at all. but similar to the way taesan keeps getting piercings, there’s something about the way he gets under your skin that you kind of like— and you’re too proud to admit why you keep coming back for more.
pair ; punk!taesan x ballerina!reader
genre ; smut (with plot), fluff?, rock band au, enemies to lovers
warnings ; fem!reader, taesan has piercings (including tongue), arguing (flirting), some jealousy, ‘make me shut up’ kiss, confessing of feelings, petnames (mostly princess), lots of mentions of taesan’s hands & rings, dom!taesan, bratty/sub!reader, thigh riding, praise, degr*dation, bre*st play, begging, a little sp*nking, no prep, piv
wc ; 8k
playlist ; smells like teen spirit by nirvana / sugar we’re goin down by fall out boy / a little death by the neighbourhood / punk rock princess by something corporate / she’s kinda hot by 5sos / good girl by thomas larosa / s*xtape by deftones / closer by nine inch nails / all i really want is you by the marías
✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note ; happy new year!! idk if it’s unhinged to make a playlist for a smut fic but i couldn’t help myself ><. i avoided using lesser-known ballet terms for non-dancers to understand (aka me), but also tried to make it enjoyable for dancers to read. hopefully i was successful lol.
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dancing along with the music of l’oiseau bleu is practically impossible when it sounds like a rock concert is taking place in the room just across from you.
lowering to stand flat footed in your pointe shoes, you raise your hands to your face, pinching your nose bridge in frustration as you try and resist the growing urge to pull your hair out.
the obnoxious sound of drums, a bass’s low rumble, and an electric guitar’s higher tune rings in your ears— drowning out any of your more rational thoughts until you’re left with only rage.
you try your best to block it out, to take a moment to breathe and try to get a controlled hold over your emotions— and you think it may work after you cover your ears with your own hands, the sound of the instruments still audible but sounding more distant. then the teeth gritting noise of a cymbal pierces through the barrier of your hands and it’s almost like it’s a sound effect for the way your train of thought shatters, letting out a sigh that sounds much more like an animalistic scream before stomping over to your phone and turning off the music.
power walking out of the dance studio and to the very unfortunately placed neighboring rental space, you don’t even have to turn the knob as you look through the glass door. the raging bitch face you wear is absolutely effortless as you mean-mug all three ‘problems’ in the room; ‘problems’ that drip in leather, distressed or patched fabric, spikes, and way too oversized jeans. you’re about to feel acquainted with the three men as this situation seems to occur more and more often.
foam panels are stuck to the walls; black cords are neatly coiled or in squiggly lines across the floor; and of course there’s guitars, a drum set, and microphones everywhere.
finally you catch the eyes of the long, blond haired drummer— and that gives you enough incentive to open the door and barge in like you own the place.
“could you be any louder?” you rhetorically ask, but it goes unheard as two of the men sing passionately into their microphones, eyes closed and hands working the strings of their guitars while the drummer keeps playing his drums— all while staring at you with a relaxed, barely inquisitive face.
“could you be any louder!” you shout, the end of the sentence awkwardly fading in volume when there's a screech from one of the guitars and everything goes quiet.
the two seeming vocalists turn their heads to look at you, all three men now staring while you stand, clearly bothered as your hands are on both sides of your hips and your chest heaves with deep breaths of frustration.
“well…” the dark haired, taller one begins— and your expression only sours more as you’re already familiar with how snarky and full of himself he can be. “you’re the one yelling.”
you let out an appalled scoff, unable to help the way your eyes roll as you’re angered even more by how that only seems to make the man smirk.
“if someone has to yell just for you to hear them that means you’re the loud one.”
“you sure about that, princess?” he asks, quirking a pierced brow. your impending explosive response must be visible as the shorter statured one interrupts for damage control.
“w— we’re sorry!” he starts, speaking on his friends behalves. the blond’s expression never changes as he stares at your fuming face, while the darker haired looks like he’s about to protest— but the other continues before he has the chance. “look..we got off on the wrong foot and…”
the way his hands float in front of him, bass hanging against his chest by the strap— it only adds to how lost he looks on what to do, and it makes you feel kind of bad. (for him at least.)
you’re about to start apologizing when he’s suddenly reaching his hand out towards you.
“i’m riwoo.” he introduces, then gestures over to the other two men. “this is taesan and leehan.”
“…y/n” you say somewhat sheepishly, a bit of your shame coming back at the politeness of the bassist you now know as riwoo.
previously you’d only knock aggressively at their door to ask them to shut up, a few times popping your head in when that didn’t work to snappily ask them to please try and keep it down at least a little. you’ve never actually had a full conversation with them before— or an argument...whatever this exchange of words could be classified as.
“unfortunately we can’t really be any quieter. we have to practice for a gig we got coming up—“
“isn’t your little dance school supposed to be closed now anyway?” taesan abruptly interrupts, yet again grinding your gears with the snarky way he says the words ‘dance school’.
“it’s closed for classes, but the rooms can be used for practice up until eleven pm.” you provide smartly, catching yourself before you scrunch your nose in disgust at him.
“we try to keep the noise at a minimum if we’re here at prime hours,” riwoo cuts in again, attempting to explain gently. “but past that…” he trails off, shoulders shrugging as he gives you a sympathetic look.
you process his words, how he really is seemingly trying to help you out here, before sighing softly as your hand raises to press into your increasingly aching temple.
“do you have to use your amps?” you ask, raising a hand to point at one.
“did you not hear him? we have a show to do, we need to practice as best as we can. so yes, we have to use our amps.” taesan firmly states, over enunciating like you can’t hear. his brows are slightly furrowed as his previous amusement is completely gone, a flame of annoyance now in his eyes.
you let your hand defeatedly fall and slap against your bare thigh, taesan’s eyes glancing down at your leg for the smallest of moments before looking back up to glare at you.
“who the fuck do you think you are?” you bite at him, sick of his selfish attitude as you turn your body fully in his direction, crossing your arms.
“wxnder.” he dryly states, making your head tilt in confusion and absolute impatience.
“huh?”
“wonder— but like, with an ‘x’. that’s our band name.” leehan provides, throwing you off as you’re momentarily sidetracked by how deep and smooth his voice is. (are all these men vocalists? also, with an ‘x’— how cheesy can they be?)
“you should come watch us perform.” he smiles widely, eyes creasing and everything. you’re yet again thrown off as he speaks to you with such casual friendliness as though you haven’t practically yelled at all of them and continue to seethe at his guitarist like you want to rip his throat out.
“uh, i…”
“i’m sure miss priss has other things she’d rather do, like dance to swan lake in a feather tutu or something.” taesan finishes your sentence for you, conjuring a string of curses to lace your tongue.
“shut the f—“
“bye, twinkle toes.” he waves you off dismissively, grabbing the neck of his guitar by his multiple ringed fingers as he directs his attention back to his instrument and mic.
“it was nice meeting you, y/n.” riwoo adds somewhat shyly, adjusting the strap of his instrument as well— though much more apologetically.
“see ya’, y/n!” leehan calls before picking up his drumsticks and twirling them in his hands, looking up to taesan for his cue. you watch him cock his chin, the sudden rhythmic pounding of leehan’s drums making you flinch before taesan and riwoo start playing their strings again.
riwoo’s voice starts out soft before slowly raising in volume and you’re shocked by his melodic vocals that contrast so satisfyingly well with the rock instrumentals.
still disgruntled but more off put than anything, you don’t know what more to do than shuffle out of the room, shutting the door behind you as you stare at the air in front of you.
well, guess it’s time to find some earbuds that are sound and pirouette proof.
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you got it. you got the lead role.
all the extra (maybe slightly excessive) practicing, late nights and frustration (which would be a lot less if there wasn’t a band next door) paid off.
you’re playing as princess aurora for your dance studio’s performance of ‘the sleeping beauty’, which will be showing at a local theatre next month.
jaehyun, your good friend and fellow dancer who’s always making you smile and lightening sullen moments during classes— is your dance partner, playing as prince désiré.
the second the both of you found out you got lead roles, jaehyun was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, insisting that you go out tonight to celebrate.
which is why you find yourself by jaehyun’s side at ‘sundown lounge’, your favorite bar and hang out spot.
“you look good, by the way!” jaehyun attempts to speak over the loud karaoke, leaning a little closer to your ear as you weave through the crowd.
“thanks!” you turn your head to smile at him over your shoulder, hoping your iridescent eyeshadow twinkles under the lights how you wanted it to.
“you do too.” you compliment before someone’s elbow is jabbed into your stomach, squishing yourself against the wall as you and jaehyun try to make it to the bar to order some drinks. “why is it so busy tonight?”
“i don’t know, maybe it’s happy hour!” jaehyun suggests hopefully, but when you finally reach the counter his theory is proven wrong when you’re told everything’s its original price. regardless, you sip on a strawberry margarita while jaehyun holds a glass of something that looks like muddy water before deciding where to sit.
“wanna go there, near the stage?” he asks, pointing over to a table that’s very near the performance area. you’d rather not have to hear a drunk girl sloppily sing a britney spears song right in your ears but jaehyun finds it hilarious, often unable to resist curling in on himself while giggling uncontrollably— and that always makes you laugh. so you nod your head, jaehyun grabbing your hand to make sure he doesn’t lose you in the crowd before leading you to the table.
there’s only two more songs played before the dj hops on the stage, speaking into the mic. “karaoke will be ending as it’s time for the band of tonight to take the stage. give us a few minutes while the performers are setting up!”
some people in the crowd hoot and holler excitedly as jaehyun turns his head to you. “i wonder what type of band will be playing tonight, last weeks was pretty good.”
“it’s punk rock!” a girl excitedly butts in from the table right next to yours, having accidentally overheard your conversation.
“a rock band?” you ask, somewhat groaned in annoyance as you now have a personal vendetta against the genre. but your tone goes completely unnoticed by the girl as her eyes continue to sparkle with enthusiasm.
“yeah! their music’s really good and they’re all super hot, my favorite one plays the electric guitar.”
“what’s their name?” jaehyun asks, curiosity evidently sparked.
“wxnder!” she answers, and your brows furrow with the familiarity of it. where have you heard that name before?
the girl’s head turns at a sound and her mouth drops open, a small uproar caused as some people in the crowd shriek and cheer. the unexpected noise has you flinching before looking towards the stage— and your jaw drops too, but not in a good way.
“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...” you say to yourself in shock, watching as riwoo sits down his amp and plugs it into the wall.
“what?…what!” jaehyun whisper-yells, grabbing onto your arm to try and get your attention.
leehan appears next, sitting down behind the drum set that’s already on stage and wagging his head to adjust his hair, causing another small wave of squeals.
then a broad back covered by a black leather jacket abstracts your view, and he doesn’t even need to turn around for you to know who he is— but he does anyway. the way taesan almost immediately catches your gaze amongst the crowd is infuriating, smirking while glancing down at how close your table is to the stage before looking teasingly into your eyes again.
and it makes you pissed, unbelievably so— yet you feel your cheeks burn as you can’t help but think about how hot he looks, the stage lights glinting off his lip ring and drawing your eyes towards them.
have his lips always been so…plump?
taesan winks at you before looking down to tune his guitar, hands gripping the neck of it. veins pop out from the contours of his knuckles; long, thick fingers adorned with silver rings picking at the strings.
fuck…
“y/n?” jaehyun tries again, and you finally respond with the shake of your head, downing the remainder of your drink like it’s a shot.
“it’s nothing.” you insist.
after a few minutes of setting up, tuning, and making sure everything’s in order; taesan introduces the group (not that he exactly needs to, since it seems the bar is full of their fans), saying that their opening song will be ‘take my tears’, a song he wrote himself.
usually you and jaehyun talk throughout a band's live performance, as they’ll be playing all night— but you can’t seem to look away as you listen to the lyrics and how they perform.
it’s entrancing— much different than when you’re trying to ignore them through the studio walls. the song is somewhat emotional, beautiful; yet it also has such a fun and freeing feel. or maybe it’s just the way they sing it— how taesan sings it, his body grooving and head nodding to the beat of their sound. the lyrics aren’t what you’d expect from him— the guy you thought he was, and it leaves you wondering what more there is to him that you wouldn’t expect.
your heart skips a beat, and you’re not sure if it’s just the thrill of the rock music or if it’s because of him; the annoying, pompous punk who suddenly looks so sexy when he’s performing. (and never any other time. definitely not.)
you’ve just finished your second margarita and are a little buzzed by the time their set is finished, the night passing faster than you realized.
jaehyun is eating on a basket of fries, yapping away so fervently that he doesn’t even notice how you’ve gotten up from the table and are approaching taesan— who again locks eyes with you as he walks down the steps of the stage to meet you halfway.
“so, what did you think?” he asks, a little out of breath from the long performance, having had no breaks in between songs.
he stands closely so you can hear him— and it’s enough for you to smell his cologne; to see the way sweat clings to the skin of his neck; deep breaths coming out in puffs as his chest expands. something about it all has an effect on you— or maybe it’s something in the air, because taesan doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes rake over your body, admiring your legs in your denim mini skirt.
“you..you guys were amazing.” you compliment, sounding a little out of breath yourself.
taesan makes a ‘hm’ sound, faintly smiling at you while biting his lip— and you swear you see the glint of metal on his tongue.
your body heats up as you wonder if his tongue is pierced too, what kind of things he could do to you with it, what it would feel like against your skin— before you frantically try and dismiss the increasingly dirty thoughts, reminding yourself that the man you’re fantasizing about is right in front of you.
“i didn’t think you’d actually come.” taesan says, speaking in a teasing tone that you swear seems flirty paired with the slight quirk of his brow.
“how’d you even know we’d be here? did you stalk us, princess?”
okay, surely that was flirting, right?
you’re about to playfully roll your eyes, paired with a smart little comment and deny that’d you’d ever be interested enough to ‘stalk’ them— until the girl that spoke to you about wxnder earlier suddenly appears, putting herself between you and taesan.
“you were absolutely amazing, taesan.” the girl croons, confidently placing her hand on his forearm as she leans all up in his personal space.
and you expect him to shrug her off, either politely or not-so politely establish some distance between them. but again, he surprises you— in a way you absolutely hate.
he smirks at her, in just the same way he did to you just moments ago— and leans even closer to her face, unneededly close.
“aren’t you sweet. thank you so much.”
“no problem.” the girl smiles cattily, clearly enjoying the attention.
something in your heart burns, and that familiar feeling of uncontrollable annoyance comes back even worse than before.
“do you think i could get your autograph?”
“sure, princess.” taesan answers lowly— and that does it.
without even feeling the urge to look back and see that girl all over him, you’re gone, picking up a drunk jaehyun by his arm.
“wh— where are we going?” jaehyun drunkenly slurs, eyes glossed over as they look at you.
“to get an uber home.” you answer firmly, eyes hard as you once again weave through the crowd.
you feel eyes on your back, but you ignore it until you get to the door, turning your head as jaehyun leans half of his body weight against you. even amongst all the faces, you and taesan’s eyes meet easily, his arm now slung around the girl’s waist as she whispers something in his ear.
his lips are in that same smirk— like he’s taunting you, and you scoff, dragging jaehyun and yourself out of the bar.
you can’t believe you were actually feeling into him— but you surely don’t have to worry about that now.
he’s just confirmed that he is in fact what you thought he was: an absolute ass and a cocky player who sings on stage to get girls in his bed.
well, fuck him. he can get his dick wet with anyone he wants but it sure as hell won’t be you.
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the very next day you’re back at the dance studio, rehearsing for the upcoming performance.
jaehyun whines the whole day, saying that it’s somehow your fault that he got drunk off his ass— but despite that, he does incredibly well during class. you do also, but unbeknownst to you, your friend wonders why you seem so tense— like something has been bothering you all day.
“shouldn’t you go home and rest, y/n?” jaehyun asks you at the end of class hours. everyone else is packing up their totes and leaving, yet you’re stood at the ballet barre doing leg exercises.
“i’ll be fine. practice makes perfect.” you insist, keeping your eyes on your form in the mirrored wall.
“well..just don’t overwork yourself, okay?” jaehyun sweetly tells you, and you flash him a thankful smile through the mirror.
“don’t worry, yunie, i wont. see you tomorrow.”
if it weren’t for the absolute beast you’re known to be in the studio, jaehyun would force you out of your pointe shoes and drag you home himself— but you don’t seem even a little bit tired, and it appears as though you have some steam to blow off.
so jaehyun and you exchange goodbyes before he leaves you in the empty classroom. (yes, completely empty— aside from the lady at the front desk. no one is as obsessive as you to want to stay even another second practicing when you already have for the whole day— on a saturday night, no less.)
you spend the next thirty minutes going over the steps you learned today that you don’t have down perfectly yet, having small cool downs in the form of stretching in between.
‘entrée d’aurore’ is still playing on your phone when you hear the distant voices of what must be the front desk lady and someone else speaking. you wonder if somebody has returned to get some extra practice in as well, and as you hear footsteps approaching, you remain sitting on the floor doing toe touches.
the door to the classroom opens, echoing slightly in the big, empty space— you lift your head to see someone who definitely is not a part of the sleeping beauty cast.
“y/n?” taesan says somewhat quietly, eyes looking around the big room that only holds one ballerina, who looks small in comparison to the high ceilings and vacant space.
your eyebrows furrow, somewhat irritated to see him while also being surprised— not only by his presence but by the unfamiliar way he almost looks sheepish: barely taking a few steps inside the classroom, looking around like he expects someone or yourself to scold him and kick him out.
“…don’t tell me you auditioned.” you joke, although it’s said casually. your eyes only scrutinize him for a second before you look back down to your own hands as you stretch them across your straightened legs and to your toes.
taesan has seen you a handful of times when you’re in your casual practice wear, but what you’re clad in for an official performance class is a little different. you’re wearing a black leotard with a little mesh skirt, a cropped shirt overtop, tights, and black leg warmers.
you look..really cute. even when you’re pretending to ignore him.
“no. the lady at the front desk said you were in here.” he explains lamely, all his usual snarky remarks not coming to his thoughts as he watches you in your element.
“good. i don’t want to see you in tights anyway. not your aesthetic.”
“sure you don’t.”
your head snaps to look at him before you can think not to react, cheeks heating up as you see the twinkle in his eyes and the small smile he tries to conceal by pressing down his lips.
you sigh as though you’re bothered— because you are— obviously…and get up from your floor stretches to walk over to the ballet barre again. taesan follows you.
“i don’t know why you’re here but i’m practicing. you should leave.”
“who was that with you at the bar last night?”
your cold indifference is broken at the unexpected question, your expression clearly confused as you look at the man standing beside you in the mirrored wall.
“what, jaehyun? he’s my friend. he wanted to go out to celebrate our castings. y’know, for the performance i’m trying to practice for right now?”
“so it was a date.” taesan remarks, eyes hardening right in front of you— and there’s that angered burn in your chest again, your hands squeaking from how tightly they hold onto the barre as your expression turns sour.
“who i date isn’t any of your business to speculate. i haven’t asked you what you and that fangirl got up to last night, have i?” you snap, raising a challenging brow at him— but it only makes him shake his head in unbelief, staring at you like you’re an absolute idiot.
“what? y/n, i don’t even know her name.”
“yes, well, i’m not surprised over that. i’m guessing it’s not very important for you to learn a girl’s name— as long as you’re in between her legs by the end of the night.”
his hand is on your shoulder, turning you around to face him abruptly as he stands closely, right in front of you.
“what the fuck is that supposed to mean? you think i fucked her?”
“i don’t want to know what you di—“
“shut the fuck up.” taesan orders, his fingers curling over your wrists making you wonder when they got there in the first place.
“make me.” someone (you?) says, and then you feel the cold press of taesan’s lip ring against your mouth.
it’s firm at first: the way his lips slam into yours, how both of your expressions still look pissed off at each other, even with both of your eyes closed. but eventually you seem to realize that taesan is actually kissing you— and then you’re melting into him, sighing as you feel his touch soften in response.
his kiss quickly turns demanding, lips moving against yours in pursuit of your taste. you squeak when his teeth bite at your bottom lip, not knowing you’ve fallen right into his trap until his tongue has already seized the opportunity and invaded your mouth. turns out you weren’t wrong when you thought you spotted a ball stud piercing on taesan’s tongue, you can most definitely feel it when he brushes it against your own appendage.
your head is pushed against the mirror from his vigor and you whimper, never having felt so dominated simply by a man’s kiss; taesan explores your mouth like he owns it, like it’s his, and it makes your core pulse, a flicker of neediness growing.
the rough groan he lets out as his hands move to roam and grasp at your waist hints at his possessiveness, fingers pressing into your skin through the thin material of your leotard.
“didn’t fuck her. didn’t want to.” he murmurs between the eager movements of his lips. “just wanted to make you jealous.”
“wh— why?” you manage breathily, taesan pressing his body against yours as your hands move to brace yourself on the barre.
“because i like you, y/n.” he smiles and huffs in disbelief at your denseness.
“i want to take you on a date— whether you let me between your legs or not.” he smirks, referring to your earlier harsh remark and making you cringe at the reference.
“i…i’d like that.” you say shyly, looking at him through your lashes. “the date— and..and the other thing too.”
“the other thing?” taesan repeats, confused as you only avoid his gaze, not further explaining— but funnily enough, your sudden bashful attitude is what makes it click in his mind.
“princess?” he experimentally calls, pleased when you automatically lift your head to look at him. his tongue unconsciously peaks out to play with his lip ring as he cockily grins, hand creeping up from your waist to pinch your chin between his fingers.
“why don’t you be a big girl and tell me what you mean?”
your nose crinkles, a pathetic attempt at defiance amidst your embarrassment. taesan’s other hand pinches the tender skin of your thigh, causing you to flinch and whimper at the slight pain as he makes a disapproving sound under his breath.
“come on, y/n. be good or i won’t give you what you want.”
“i— i want you...i meant—”
taesan does anything but go easy on you, eyes dark with mischief as he lowers his head to nibble at your neck. you squeeze your thighs together, looking for relief from the way your pussy now pulses prominently.
his hands move in tandem, one cradling along your jawline while the other brushes up and down your thigh, making you annoyed at your tights with how they keep you from feeling the cold brush of his rings against your skin.
you want them off. you want taesan to take them off. so you admit it.
“want you to fuck me. please, taesan.”
“awe,” he coos. “aren’t you a sweet one.”
you swear the tone in which he says those words turn you into goo, your hands releasing the barre to desperately hold onto his shirt.
“please.” you beg, finding yourself only wanting more praise— more of him— just anything he’s willing to give you.
taesan is able to identify the look in your eyes, staring at your lips and leaning down so slowly, making you whine at his teasing until he finally grants you mercy and kisses you again.
it’s dirtier than before: a lot more spit, moans, and movement from both of your tongues. taesan’s leg leans against the wall between your thighs, and whether it was his purpose to give you relief or not, you take the opportunity and hesitantly grind your core against his ripped jeans.
the pleasure is immediate, sending a tingle up your spine that has you arching against his chest, forgetting any shame as you begin to earnestly grind your hips against him. the thin layers covering your core paired with the roughness of taesan’s denim creates a wonderful friction, feeling how wet you’ve become in your panties.
“shit, you’re such a slut for it.” taesan remarks in genuine awe after breaking the kiss to watch the little show you’re putting on. his eyes take in every movement, from the way you rock against him to how your eyes squeeze shut and you tilt your head back.
the previous song playing on your phone has long since finished as some other tune now plays from your playlist— taesan suddenly becoming aware of it and that he has a girl whimpering and riding his thigh in the middle of a dance classroom.
he abruptly pulls away, the presence between your legs disappearing as you conjure a bratty sound from your throat.
“y/n,” taesan scolds in a harsh whisper. “did you forget where we are?”
“thought you said you’d fuck me if i was good?” you argue, flashing him a defiant expression.
“you think using my thigh to get yourself off without my permission is being good?”
your eyes widen, not expecting him to call you out on it.
looking to the floor and hearing taesan’s responding laugh at your childishness, it only makes the desire to act out against him stronger— you’re just not sure how you can do it in this moment.
“get your things. we can go to my place.” taesan offers, your stomach fluttering at the idea as you do what he says— moving to grab your phone, bag, and change out of your ballet wear.
your heart is pounding out of your chest and what’s between your legs hasn’t calmed down at all either by the time you walk out of the dance studio and sit in the passenger seat of taesan’s car.
and the drive is just as excruciating.
the man seems hellbent on teasing you by not giving you a drop of attention, keeping his eyes on the road while some rock song plays through the speakers. and you know he knows what he’s doing, how you can’t keep his eyes off of him, because the corner of his mouth is subtly turned.
you see no reason to hide it since he’s already aware, so you stare at him— once again admiring how hot his hands look wrapped around the steering wheel, the contours of his jawline and perfect side profile illuminated by the low hanging sun.
your eyes keep wandering— down, down, down until you get to his lap, where you see the large bulge tenting his pants.
your mouth waters and your hands twitch, wondering if he’s really as big as he looks and hoping you’ll get to find out by the end of tonight.
then you’re struck with an idea, recognizing the perfect opportunity you have right now— and you reach your hand out confidently to grope him over his pants.
you’re so proud at the way it makes taesan softly gasp under his breath, back stiffening at the unexpected touch. you mold your hand over his clothed dick, rubbing and gently squeezing— in all the right ways apparently, as you feel him twitch in your hands— even through the thick denim fabric.
“y/n, stop it.” taesan grits, and you hear the squeak of what you guess is his hands gripping tightly around the steering wheel. you don’t look at him until after you’ve located the head of his cock, rubbing over it with your thumb and meeting his fiery glare with a teasing bite to your lip— clearly pleased with yourself.
taesan is visibly pissed at your blatant act of defiance, but he gives you one more chance in the form of a threat.
“you’re not very patient, are you, princess? keep touching my dick like that and you won’t even get to see it out of my pants.”
your hand immediately stills— the man releasing a huff of disbelief when you pull your hand away completely to lay both of your hands on your lap, avoiding his gaze as you stare ahead.
not another word is shared, taesan enjoying the way you nervously squirm in your seat as he finally pulls into his apartment’s parking lot.
“stay.” he simply orders once he’s parked, and you’re left confused as he exits the car, only to watch him come around and open your door for you— even going as far to unbuckle your seatbelt and keep a firm hold around your wrist as he leads you up the stairs of his building. it makes butterflies flutter in your stomach yet your insides twist with nervous anticipation— because he does it all with the same stern eyes he spoke to you with as he threatened not to fuck you.
when the key is twisted and his front door lightly squeaks open— his residence somehow looks exactly how you thought; dark, moody, vintage rock posters and memorabilia hanging on the walls.
you expect him to be cheesy and press you against his door the moment it’s closed, but he doesn’t— instead walking over leisurely to his couch and sitting down, legs widely spread in an oddly commanding and powerful way.
your eyes widen at the arousing image, feeling yourself become sheepish as taesan lets his eyes roam over your form without shame.
“why do you look so shy now? you were such a disobedient little slut in the car.”
you swallow, hardly able but trying to hold eye contact with him as your face heats up in a delicious sort of shame.
taesan sighs as though he’s annoyed with your silence, patting one thigh with his hand.
“come here.”
“…h— huh?”
“don’t make me say it again, y/n.” he orders— and next thing you know, your body is moving to straddle the leg he’s directed you to sit on.
“there we go. guess princesses can take orders sometimes, hm?” he rhetorically asks, but you’re nodding your head anyway.
taesan just stares at you for a bit, admiring how pretty you look sitting and waiting for what he’ll do next, so different from the bratty attitude you had during the car ride.
then his hands rest on your bare waist, giving him easy access as you had disregarded your leotard before leaving the studio, now only wearing your cropped shirt and athletic shorts.
you’re unable to conceal the shuddered inhale you take as taesan’s hands creep upward, seeing him smirk at the sound before his hands slip under your shirt and reach your tits.
“no bra?” he teases, biting his lip as his fingers pinch at your hard nipples.
“n— no,” you struggle out, flinching lightly as taesan plays with your tits without any restraint, like your body is his toy. the contrast of his cool rings against your heated skin causes goosebumps to rise on the surface of your arms, chest pushing further into his hands. “didn’t think there was any p—..point.”
you watch as taesan shakes his head like he’s disappointed, yet he’s smiling darkly.
“dirty girl.” he remarks, giving a firmer pinched tug to your hard bud and forcing a whimper to escape from between your lips. “just take everything off then.”
you’re quicker to do what he says this time, only letting your sudden shy attitude make you hesitate for a moment before getting up from his lap to discard your clothing to his floor, keeping eye contact with taesan as best as you can manage— as he seems pleased when you do. he lets out a hungry exhale when you take off your shirt and your tits are revealed to his eyes, hand leisurely jerking himself off over his pants by the time your shorts are removed— leaving you only in your underwear.
“is that a thong, princess?” taesan asks breathily, eyes slightly widening in what you think might be surprise.
“yeah? it’s…it’s what i always wear underneath my leotard.” you confirm, somewhat confused— until taesan speaks again, hand moving up and down his dick faster.
“fuck, just— just didn’t expect such a prissy girl like you to— shit, i don’t know. you’re so hot.”
you smile— and it’s equally sexy and cute in a way that makes taesan feel like he’s going to go insane if you don’t get back on his lap right away. your fingers slip beneath the band of your panties to tug them off, but he stops you before you can.
“don’t. keep them on, wanna see you make a mess in them for me.”
a part of you— the bratty side— wants to say you already have, the dark spot from your leaking arousal evidence of it. but you don’t, the desire to listen actually winning over as you remove your hands from your hips and straddle his thigh again. you hover this time, not fully sitting down as you’re embarrassed for him to feel your wetness directly against his bare skin, which are revealed through the large holes in his jeans.
but taesan catches on immediately, tutting fondly as his hands squeeze at your hips.
“all the way.” he drawls, like he’s giving a ditzy dog a command they’re struggling to understand— and it makes your stomach flip, hurrying to do as he says.
you know he feels it, how your panties clinging to your wet pussy lips press against his thigh— and as he bites at his lip, drawing your eyes to his twinkling piercing yet again— your face burns as you’re sure he’s probably looking at the glistening residue you’ve surely left on his skin.
“good girl.” he mutters roughly, you whining in response as your hands fist into the material of his shirt.
you feel like such a slut, sitting on a man’s lap almost completely bare while he’s fully clothed, your needy pussy slowly drenching his thigh in your juices; and you sound like one too as taesan leans down to suck your nipple into his mouth.
you gasp and stutter— unsure of what you’re even trying to say as taesan chuckles around your bud, continuing to flick and roll his pierced tongue over you. the contrast of his warm appendage and the occasional brush of round metal against your skin makes you sensitive, hole clenching around nothing with every other swipe of his tongue.
“like that?” he whispers before switching to give your other breast attention.
“yes,” you quietly moan, wrapping your arms around to grip and play with the hair at the nape of his neck, subsequently pushing his face deeper into your tits.
he likes that— if his responding groan is anything to judge by, his hands pulling your hips forward and drawing a more unabashed sound from your lips at the movement.
“use me. get your little pussy off on my thigh.”
“fuck— yes,” you obey, rocking your hips and finding a rhythm.
“shit. that’s it, baby.” he coos, his hand suddenly reigning down against your ass a contrast to his soft tone as it leaves your skin tingling with heat. “just a few little touches is all it takes to get the brat out of you, huh?”
you scoff at that— though it’s interrupted by a moan when taesan flexes his thigh. shame burns your skin and his little remark makes you want to act out again, but all you can do is grind your pussy against him, gasping and going faster whenever your covered clit gets brushed over just right.
your hands that are still tangled in his hair pull to disconnect his mouth from your tits, leaning down to kiss him instead. taesan doesn’t scold you for the demanding gesture— but he does lift a hand to grasp it over your throat. he doesn’t squeeze, but the simple act makes you feel so good and dominated— and his other hand which gropes at your ass and snaps the string waistband of your thong has you falling further into delirium.
“please— please, tae. wanna cum.”
“then cum.” he says simply, and when you finally open your squeezed shut eyes, he’s staring at your desperate face with amusement— and just like that, you’re pissed.
“taesan! i can’t! not— not enough!” you whine, not even able to think about how pathetic you sound.
“you’re cumming by my thigh or not at all. this is what you get for acting like a fucking whore while i was driving.”
you whisper out a sigh, and it’s so broken and helpless as you rock your hips earnestly against him that he almost feels bad— but the bigger part of him is proud; proud in a dark and twisted way at how he’s dwindled the ballerina down to nothing but a mindless slut that’s practically crying with the need to cum.
another spank is delivered to your ass and you flinch, taesan’s hand around your neck getting a little firmer as he forces your teary eyes to look up at him— and you feel like a dog in heat as your hips never stop their efforts to bring you to release.
“please.” you beg, and taesan’s eyes turn hazey at the beautiful sound.
“come on, princess. i know you can do it for me.” he encourages— and turns out that’s all you needed.
taesan gets an up close view as your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth dropping open in a silent cry as he feels you ruin your panties even further.
his thigh is dripping as you keep rutting your hips against him, letting out small whimpers as you work yourself through your high. taesan grants you mercy at the very end, helping you grind your hips before eventually slowing you to a stop.
then he’s picking you up and carrying you into what you can only assume is his bedroom— because in the next moment he’s laying you down on a black comforter-covered mattress and stripping off his clothes.
you’re panting, still catching your breath— but you still manage to make a somewhat teasing comment as the man’s bare chest is revealed to you.
“no tattoos?”
taesan looks up at you right after pulling his shirt over his head, black hair disheveled and brushing over his eyes as he smirks silently at you and combs it out of his face.
“i thought all emo’s had tattoos.” you tack on— and that gets him to respond.
“emo?! i’m not emo, i’m fucking punk!” he argues, somewhat offended but mostly amused as he works on removing his jeans.
“emo, punk, metalhead. it’s all the same thing.” you offhandedly say.
“…i’m about to go soft.” taesan threatens.
“kidding!” you laugh, sitting up on your elbows— and the smile is completely wiped off your face when taesan removes his boxers and his dick is finally freed, slapping against his abs.
“shit..” you whisper to yourself, watching as taesan rolls a condom on before climbing on the bed and caging you underneath him with his body.
“need me to stretch you first, princess?” taesan sweetly asks after peeling off your drenched panties, hand brushing up and down your hip soothingly.
as much as you want his sexy fingers in your cunt— you can’t wait any longer, spreading your legs for him as you flash him your best puppy-dog eyes.
“no. please just fuck me, taesanie. need you.”
“god…” taesan sighs, not making you wait anymore as he lines his head to your entrance before pushing in slowly. “oh, fuck. you’re so tight, princess.”
your chest heaves as he pushes into the hilt, your hands gripping against the sheets.
“move. fuck me hard, please. want it rough.”
you think you hear taesan mutter something about you being a dream before his pulling out till just the tip is stretching your hole— and slamming back inside.
you both turn a little animalistic and desperate, learning how the other feels and bodies being taken over by the pleasure of it. taesan’s cock stretches you out so good— he fucks you so good. the rocking of his bed frame hits against his wall, and you have a fleeting thought about if the walls are thin and if he’ll get a noise complaint— before all that is forgotten as taesan takes hold of one of your thighs and bends it against your chest.
“feel it, baby? feel how fucking bad i want you?” taesan groans between his teeth, hand squeezing tightly around your leg unconsciously— and you secretly hope it leaves mark indentations from his rings; tiny bruises from his fingers you can admire the next day.
you only can respond so his deeply uttered words with a broken moan, and taesan only fucks you harder.
“that’s it, princess got what she wanted.” he coos, eyes surprising you by how they turn a little soft— though the movement of his hips certainly never do. “always give my princess what she wants.”
you whine at that, grabbing him by the shoulders to ask for a kiss.
“fuck, you drive me crazy, y/n.” he breathes before leaning down to yet again give you what you ask for.
“but i like that about you.” he finishes between kisses.
your thighs are trembling in pleasure, sweat is lining your hairline and glistening from taesan’s chest— and you can’t take it anymore, wrapping your legs around taesan’s waist as your nails dig into his back.
“can i come, please? oh, fff— please?”
“such a good fucking slut when you got a cock in you, huh? can’t believe my princess likes it rough.”
his hand manages to squeeze between your bodies despite how tightly you cling to him, his fingers finding your clit and tracing shapes over it.
“cum, baby. get it all over my sheets.”
your body going stiff before trembling uncontrollably against him, all while your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock— it brings taesan to release as well, pressing his mouth to yours to swallow each other's cries of pleasure.
the come down is slow, taesan rolling over and pulling your body on top of his so he doesn’t accidentally fall against you in exhaustion.
your deep breaths puff warmly against his neck as he cradles you on his chest, hands swirling patterns over your back absentmindedly.
“that was…amazing.” you say around a sigh, enjoying the comforting aroma of taesan’s cologne imbedded into his sheets.
“yeah…are you done?” taesan asks, still breathy yet curious— and you raise your head to look at his face.
“you want to go again?”
“well,” taesan starts, somewhat sheepishly— yet his eyes hold that constant playful sparkle. “just thought you might be curious what it feels like to get eaten out with a piercing.”
your eyes widen, clearly shocked by not only the question but at how correct he is.
“come on, princess. you’re not slick. don’t think i didn’t notice you staring at it when we were at the bar. plus, you did say you wanted me between your legs—“
“can you stop bringing that up!?”
note ; and for anyone wondering, yes, taesan went to reader’s ballet performance. (and yes, he got jealous watching her and jaehyun dancing on stage together…part two material?🤭)
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pairing : pysch-patient!leehan x nurse!reader
synopsis : leehan's making great progress under your care, because you provide him a medicine no one else can. [this is a dark fic. if you do not like it, do not read it.]
warnings : bunny used as nickname, faux sympathy, praise, problematic relationship (nurse x patient), sex in a public sorta, finger sucking, UNPROTECTED p in v sex, dacryphilia, sub!leehan, riding, noona kink, light degradation, light dumbification (more so leehan is just easily dumbed down rather than reader doing anything lolll), hair pulling, threatened orgasm denial. everything written is consensual and between two adults. once again, this is a dark fic. if you do not like it, do not read it.
lower case intended !! minors do not interact !!
leehan recognized the clicking of your kitten heels against the hospital’s linoleum flooring the second you got off the elevator. if that wasn’t enough to get him to walk towards the door of his room, the smell of your floral perfume wafting through the psych unit gave his nostrils a break from the harsh, sterile smell, definitely was.
“i’ll be with you in just a moment, mr. han!” your voice was sweet, flowing through his eardrums soothingly. though leehan couldn’t help but crease his brows at what you said, his stomach churning with jealousy as he stepped away from the door and crawled back onto his bed.
“leehan?” you called out as you slipped through the door, tilting your head in confusion. it wasn’t like him not to greet you as soon as you clocked in. he knew your schedule like the back of his hand; you worked the night shift every wednesday, thursday, friday, and sometimes on weekends.
“why don’t you deal with mr.han? since he needs you so bad.” leehan’s voice was razor sharp, a tone you rarely heard directed towards you. you pushed through the rejection that made your knees buckle, gulping down the negative emotions he was stirring up.
you had to remind yourself that you knew his games. you knew that leehan was the reason this psychiatric unit hired so many different nurses; he was troubled, and he needed help. your help.
“bunny, you don’t mean that.” your voice was stern, but gentle. just enough inflection in your voice to snap leehan’s eyes towards you, his shoulders loosening sheepishly. “whatever.” he grumbled, his gaze once again dropping to the floor.
you rolled your eyes, looking back down at your clipboard before sighing– “the morning nurse said you refused to join the group today.”
“so?” he asked harshly, “so,” you began, stepping towards the man on the bed slowly. “i thought we had a deal. you’d behave if i let you…” you didn’t need to finish your sentence; he knew what you meant.
he gulped, his cold demeanor beginning to wilt. “i had a bad morning.” he excused, bringing his hand up to chew on his fingernails nervously. you hummed, unimpressed as you tapped your pen to your notes, “so i’ve heard.”
he frowned, hating it when you blindly agreed with whatever the idiot morning nurses wrote before asking him about his day. you never did that; you were changing.
change wasn’t leehan’s forte; in fact, it was one of the things that set him off the most.
“get out.” he said, turning away with aggravated tears pricking his eyes. you sighed, “ihanie… c’mon, you don’t mean that.” you said softly, walking towards him and carefully placing a hand on his shoulder. he tensed at your touch, nostrils flaring as he glared at you– “i said get out.” he repeated. the words gritting through his teeth as he attempted to shove your hand off of him, you caught his wrist, making his eyes snap towards you.
“bunny,” you breathed, bringing your hand up towards his face and rubbing the pad of your thumb over his cheek. he let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes and relaxing into your touch. “what’s gotten into you?” you asked, sitting on the edge of the ward bed, smiling at how quickly the brunette turned his body back to face yours. “you know better than to talk to noona like this…i trained you better than that.”
leehan’s adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, saliva thick in his mouth as his body's want pumps through his veins. “n-noona,” he said softly, eyes darting to the door before lifting his head to connect his lips with yours.
you fell on top of him in a choreographed manner, this exact scene having replayed inside this very room countless times. his tongue invaded past your lips, searching for yours as his long fingers gripped onto your hips. he gasped as you dipped your hand down, palming his erection through his stringless sweats.
you pulled away, smirking cockily as you tilted your head towards the shell of his ear. “you can’t misbehave for attention, bun. it’ll only get you punished.” you murmured, sending a chill down leehan’s spine, making his cock twitch inside his boxers.
he whimpered, submitting without a second thought as he instantly began greedily bucking into your hand. you tsked, yet kept your hand firm– allowing your patient to get himself worked up.
“poor thing…” you cooed before using your free hand to hold down leehan’s hips roughly. he whimpered at the sheer strength of you, shaking his head as tears instantly began dampening the bags under his eyes. “n-no, noona- please, i need-” he gasped as you made quick work of hooking your fingers inside the band of his boxers and pants– slowly working them down his hips and letting them pool at his ankles. he shivered at the exposure, dick twitching for attention as he begged senselessly for any sort of relief.
both your hearts were pumping with adrenaline, knowing just how wrong this was. how unprofessional it was for a nurse to sleep with her patient in exchange for good behavior. the taboo-ness of it all got you wet enough, the dripping cunt clenching around nothing as you spat in the palm of your hand.
he whimpered, arching his back off the scratchy fabric of the psych-ward blankets. “noona, please.” he begged, letting out a soft moan as you wrapped your saliva-coated hand around his cock. obviously, you’d seen leehan’s cock plenty of times, but the sheer size of it never failed to surprise you.
when you first met the man, you never expected during his intake that he was packing 12 inches… but now? you couldn’t imagine living without it. you rolled your hand up and down his girth, eyes flickering between his slit that was leaking precum and his eyes, which were squeezed shut.
“ihanie…y’know the rules,” you breathed, making his eyes snap open and towards yours. “there you are, there’s my bunny.” you smiled proudly, leaning forward and reconnecting your lips. there was no fight for dominance; he knew where his place was– and it certainly wasn’t in charge.
“such a slut,” you murmured as you broke from his kiss, littering his neck with kisses as he shamelessly bucked into your hand, desperate for release.
“all my other patients don’t need reminders to listen, y’know that?” you teased, knowing the thought of having to share you made leehan irrationally upset. “maybe i should spend more time rewarding them, ‘stead of punishing you-”
“n-no!” leehan choked out; the muscles inside his hips were burning from how sloppy his movements were. “t-they-” he let out a pathetic whine as your hand left his cock, a few frustrated tears slipping down his cheeks– leaving wet stains around his sleep-deprived eyes.
“they don’t matter.” he finally got out, squirming underneath you as you pushed your nurse's skirt up, the long garment bunching at your hips as you straddled your patient and carefully pulled your panties to the side.
“oh, really?” you raised an eyebrow at the brunette as you took leehan’s cock, teasing your entrance with the head and letting out a shuddering breath as your wetness smeared around his slit. his head fell back as he let out a breathless, “uh huh…”
the anticipation of feeling your warmth around him was already melting his mind, making him perfectly pliable. “that’s not very nice, bun.” you teased, “i think you’re being greedy.”
he shook his head back and forth, so much so that he couldn’t remember why he’d started the movement. you smirked, relaxing your hips as you sank onto leehan’s cock– mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ shape as your fists balled up with the fabric of his psych-ward uniform shirt, the head of his cock landing perfectly against your g-spot as you bottomed out.
maybe that was the reason you allowed this to go on for so long. maybe you were addicted to the feeling of leehan’s cock buried inside of you.
“fuck, leehan…” you groaned, clenching around him experimentally and humming at how full it made you feel. the sight of leehan underneath you only made your want for the patient grow.
“greedy little rabbit.” you scolded, loving the way your thighs burned as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock. he whimpered at the degrading words, “i-i’ll be good, noona- promise-”
you leaned forward, using your hand to grab a fistful of his hair before tugging his head to the right. he let out a pained noise, bucking up into you and making you slap your free hand over your mouth to avoid being heard.
the close-call made your blood pump faster, your heart beating so loud you could hear it as you began riding leehan, rolling your hips over and over again as you chased the orgasm that would get you through your 12-hour shift.
“you said that last time, slut.” you said, voice rough as you felt a hot coil tighten inside your abdomen. he whimpered, “i mean it, noona- please–” he begged, tears pouring freely from his eyes as he twitched inside of your cunt.
“don’t cum.” you said firmly, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. he whimpered, legs shaking with need. “cum, and i’m not looking at you for the rest of the night.” you threatened, making his eyes well up with tears and his heart skip a beat.
you continued riding your patient with greed, chasing your own orgasm. you let go of leehan’s chin with disgust-like force, tapping his lip and smiling at how quickly he took your fingers inside of his mouth and rolled his tongue over them.
you smiled proudly, pulling them and beginning to circle your clit as you slid up and down leehan’s cock. the dual sensation was heavenly, making your breath hitch as you bottomed out on his cock once again, thighs clenching together as you rolled your wet fingers over your sensitive clit.
“fuck,” you whimpered, “please, please–” he begged, “please let me cum, noona. i-i’ll be such a good boy– i won’t– won’t be bad..” his words slurred the more desperate he became, hands finding your hips. his nails dug into your sides, leaving marks you were sure to gaze at for hours after your shift ended.
you nodded, “cum with me, bunny. cum for noona.” you instructed.
you slide down on leehan’s cock once again, letting your head fall back at the same time leehan’s back arched into a ‘c’ shape beautifully. you gasped with pleasure as you felt leehan’s warm cum spill inside of you, as your cum made a mess of his cock.
leehan let out a soft grunt as you crashed on top of him with a sigh, both of your heads buzzing with the after-effects of sex. rolling to the side of leehan, and gazing up at the plain hospital room ceiling. he curled towards you, whimpering as the haze of being yours was still fully coating his brain.
you jumped as you felt your phone buzz inside your uniform shirt pocket, digging it out and laughing breathlessly at the reminder on your phone.
‘leehan meds.’
you turned towards your bunny, digging inside your shirt once more and presenting him with a large pink pill. he whined but opened his mouth, letting his tongue fall out in a limp-like manner.
you placed the pill on his tongue, smiling at how quickly he swallowed the medicine.
pairing : pysch-patient!leehan x nurse!reader
synopsis : leehan's making great progress under your care, because you provide him a medicine no one else can. [this is a dark fic. if you do not like it, do not read it.]
warnings : bunny used as nickname, faux sympathy, praise, problematic relationship (nurse x patient), sex in a public sorta, finger sucking, UNPROTECTED p in v sex, dacryphilia, sub!leehan, riding, noona kink, light degradation, light dumbification (more so leehan is just easily dumbed down rather than reader doing anything lolll), hair pulling, threatened orgasm denial. everything written is consensual and between two adults. once again, this is a dark fic. if you do not like it, do not read it.
lower case intended !! minors do not interact !!
leehan recognized the clicking of your kitten heels against the hospital’s linoleum flooring the second you got off the elevator. if that wasn’t enough to get him to walk towards the door of his room, the smell of your floral perfume wafting through the psych unit gave his nostrils a break from the harsh, sterile smell, definitely was.
“i’ll be with you in just a moment, mr. han!” your voice was sweet, flowing through his eardrums soothingly. though leehan couldn’t help but crease his brows at what you said, his stomach churning with jealousy as he stepped away from the door and crawled back onto his bed.
“leehan?” you called out as you slipped through the door, tilting your head in confusion. it wasn’t like him not to greet you as soon as you clocked in. he knew your schedule like the back of his hand; you worked the night shift every wednesday, thursday, friday, and sometimes on weekends.
“why don’t you deal with mr.han? since he needs you so bad.” leehan’s voice was razor sharp, a tone you rarely heard directed towards you. you pushed through the rejection that made your knees buckle, gulping down the negative emotions he was stirring up.
you had to remind yourself that you knew his games. you knew that leehan was the reason this psychiatric unit hired so many different nurses; he was troubled, and he needed help. your help.
“bunny, you don’t mean that.” your voice was stern, but gentle. just enough inflection in your voice to snap leehan’s eyes towards you, his shoulders loosening sheepishly. “whatever.” he grumbled, his gaze once again dropping to the floor.
you rolled your eyes, looking back down at your clipboard before sighing– “the morning nurse said you refused to join the group today.”
“so?” he asked harshly, “so,” you began, stepping towards the man on the bed slowly. “i thought we had a deal. you’d behave if i let you…” you didn’t need to finish your sentence; he knew what you meant.
he gulped, his cold demeanor beginning to wilt. “i had a bad morning.” he excused, bringing his hand up to chew on his fingernails nervously. you hummed, unimpressed as you tapped your pen to your notes, “so i’ve heard.”
he frowned, hating it when you blindly agreed with whatever the idiot morning nurses wrote before asking him about his day. you never did that; you were changing.
change wasn’t leehan’s forte; in fact, it was one of the things that set him off the most.
“get out.” he said, turning away with aggravated tears pricking his eyes. you sighed, “ihanie… c’mon, you don’t mean that.” you said softly, walking towards him and carefully placing a hand on his shoulder. he tensed at your touch, nostrils flaring as he glared at you– “i said get out.” he repeated. the words gritting through his teeth as he attempted to shove your hand off of him, you caught his wrist, making his eyes snap towards you.
“bunny,” you breathed, bringing your hand up towards his face and rubbing the pad of your thumb over his cheek. he let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes and relaxing into your touch. “what’s gotten into you?” you asked, sitting on the edge of the ward bed, smiling at how quickly the brunette turned his body back to face yours. “you know better than to talk to noona like this…i trained you better than that.”
leehan’s adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, saliva thick in his mouth as his body's want pumps through his veins. “n-noona,” he said softly, eyes darting to the door before lifting his head to connect his lips with yours.
you fell on top of him in a choreographed manner, this exact scene having replayed inside this very room countless times. his tongue invaded past your lips, searching for yours as his long fingers gripped onto your hips. he gasped as you dipped your hand down, palming his erection through his stringless sweats.
you pulled away, smirking cockily as you tilted your head towards the shell of his ear. “you can’t misbehave for attention, bun. it’ll only get you punished.” you murmured, sending a chill down leehan’s spine, making his cock twitch inside his boxers.
he whimpered, submitting without a second thought as he instantly began greedily bucking into your hand. you tsked, yet kept your hand firm– allowing your patient to get himself worked up.
“poor thing…” you cooed before using your free hand to hold down leehan’s hips roughly. he whimpered at the sheer strength of you, shaking his head as tears instantly began dampening the bags under his eyes. “n-no, noona- please, i need-” he gasped as you made quick work of hooking your fingers inside the band of his boxers and pants– slowly working them down his hips and letting them pool at his ankles. he shivered at the exposure, dick twitching for attention as he begged senselessly for any sort of relief.
both your hearts were pumping with adrenaline, knowing just how wrong this was. how unprofessional it was for a nurse to sleep with her patient in exchange for good behavior. the taboo-ness of it all got you wet enough, the dripping cunt clenching around nothing as you spat in the palm of your hand.
he whimpered, arching his back off the scratchy fabric of the psych-ward blankets. “noona, please.” he begged, letting out a soft moan as you wrapped your saliva-coated hand around his cock. obviously, you’d seen leehan’s cock plenty of times, but the sheer size of it never failed to surprise you.
when you first met the man, you never expected during his intake that he was packing 12 inches… but now? you couldn’t imagine living without it. you rolled your hand up and down his girth, eyes flickering between his slit that was leaking precum and his eyes, which were squeezed shut.
“ihanie…y’know the rules,” you breathed, making his eyes snap open and towards yours. “there you are, there’s my bunny.” you smiled proudly, leaning forward and reconnecting your lips. there was no fight for dominance; he knew where his place was– and it certainly wasn’t in charge.
“such a slut,” you murmured as you broke from his kiss, littering his neck with kisses as he shamelessly bucked into your hand, desperate for release.
“all my other patients don’t need reminders to listen, y’know that?” you teased, knowing the thought of having to share you made leehan irrationally upset. “maybe i should spend more time rewarding them, ‘stead of punishing you-”
“n-no!” leehan choked out; the muscles inside his hips were burning from how sloppy his movements were. “t-they-” he let out a pathetic whine as your hand left his cock, a few frustrated tears slipping down his cheeks– leaving wet stains around his sleep-deprived eyes.
“they don’t matter.” he finally got out, squirming underneath you as you pushed your nurse's skirt up, the long garment bunching at your hips as you straddled your patient and carefully pulled your panties to the side.
“oh, really?” you raised an eyebrow at the brunette as you took leehan’s cock, teasing your entrance with the head and letting out a shuddering breath as your wetness smeared around his slit. his head fell back as he let out a breathless, “uh huh…”
the anticipation of feeling your warmth around him was already melting his mind, making him perfectly pliable. “that’s not very nice, bun.” you teased, “i think you’re being greedy.”
he shook his head back and forth, so much so that he couldn’t remember why he’d started the movement. you smirked, relaxing your hips as you sank onto leehan’s cock– mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ shape as your fists balled up with the fabric of his psych-ward uniform shirt, the head of his cock landing perfectly against your g-spot as you bottomed out.
maybe that was the reason you allowed this to go on for so long. maybe you were addicted to the feeling of leehan’s cock buried inside of you.
“fuck, leehan…” you groaned, clenching around him experimentally and humming at how full it made you feel. the sight of leehan underneath you only made your want for the patient grow.
“greedy little rabbit.” you scolded, loving the way your thighs burned as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock. he whimpered at the degrading words, “i-i’ll be good, noona- promise-”
you leaned forward, using your hand to grab a fistful of his hair before tugging his head to the right. he let out a pained noise, bucking up into you and making you slap your free hand over your mouth to avoid being heard.
the close-call made your blood pump faster, your heart beating so loud you could hear it as you began riding leehan, rolling your hips over and over again as you chased the orgasm that would get you through your 12-hour shift.
“you said that last time, slut.” you said, voice rough as you felt a hot coil tighten inside your abdomen. he whimpered, “i mean it, noona- please–” he begged, tears pouring freely from his eyes as he twitched inside of your cunt.
“don’t cum.” you said firmly, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. he whimpered, legs shaking with need. “cum, and i’m not looking at you for the rest of the night.” you threatened, making his eyes well up with tears and his heart skip a beat.
you continued riding your patient with greed, chasing your own orgasm. you let go of leehan’s chin with disgust-like force, tapping his lip and smiling at how quickly he took your fingers inside of his mouth and rolled his tongue over them.
you smiled proudly, pulling them and beginning to circle your clit as you slid up and down leehan’s cock. the dual sensation was heavenly, making your breath hitch as you bottomed out on his cock once again, thighs clenching together as you rolled your wet fingers over your sensitive clit.
“fuck,” you whimpered, “please, please–” he begged, “please let me cum, noona. i-i’ll be such a good boy– i won’t– won’t be bad..” his words slurred the more desperate he became, hands finding your hips. his nails dug into your sides, leaving marks you were sure to gaze at for hours after your shift ended.
you nodded, “cum with me, bunny. cum for noona.” you instructed.
you slide down on leehan’s cock once again, letting your head fall back at the same time leehan’s back arched into a ‘c’ shape beautifully. you gasped with pleasure as you felt leehan’s warm cum spill inside of you, as your cum made a mess of his cock.
leehan let out a soft grunt as you crashed on top of him with a sigh, both of your heads buzzing with the after-effects of sex. rolling to the side of leehan, and gazing up at the plain hospital room ceiling. he curled towards you, whimpering as the haze of being yours was still fully coating his brain.
you jumped as you felt your phone buzz inside your uniform shirt pocket, digging it out and laughing breathlessly at the reminder on your phone.
‘leehan meds.’
you turned towards your bunny, digging inside your shirt once more and presenting him with a large pink pill. he whined but opened his mouth, letting his tongue fall out in a limp-like manner.
you placed the pill on his tongue, smiling at how quickly he swallowed the medicine.
“you could be my american, hot, hot boy...”
pairing ۶ৎ childhoodbsf!jay x obsessive!reader ; genre: fluff, suggestive, murders, kinda like ghostface. mentions of jennie from blackpink, yeonjun from txt, ryujin from itzy. word count: 2043.
exa's note: no part 2 because its just a small drabble and i didnt manage to save it
HE HAD NEVER SUSPECTED A THING.
Jay Park—your school's golden boy, all quiet smirks and soft calloused fingers playing his guitar in the quad as though he wasn't sending every girl on the campus into a frenzy. Kind, charming, top of his class. Too polite to ever turn someone down outright, too forgiving to disregard.
He didn't even mind the sudden spike in murders across Seoul lately—just brushed it off as bad luck and poor law enforcement.
You did.
Because you were behind them.
Well, not all of them. Jennie took care of the messier hits—the ones that were purely chaos. Body parts strewn all over the alley walls and news anchors stumbling over their words live on television.
Yeonjun was the dramatic actor—always talking about the way in which people scream or the way their voices broke under duress.
Ryujin? Very similar to you. She was in love. She was protective. She was possessive.
But you? You killed with motive.
And that motive was Jay.
"She just got sick or something right?" Jay said, brow furrowing at the headline on his phone.
One of the girls who always hung around at band practice had apparently died. A rare infection contracted in a hospital. Totally tragic.
At him, blinking wide-eyed and hugging your arms tight around yourself, as though the thought had chilled you to your bones. You actually shivered enough for him to reach out to rub small circles on your back to ease your discomfort.
"I don't like talking about stuff like that," you murmured, playing the part perfectly.
He softened. "Sorry. I forgot you're so sensitive about that kind of stuff."
Right, sensitive.
Not that you were the one who parked on the street, slipped into the hospital in the middle of the night dressed in nurse scrubs, pressed a pillow into her fragile little face until her fighting had slowed and finally stopped.
Not that you made sure that the cameras had a mysterious malfunction that night at the hospital.
Jay could never know.
Not your Jay.
It got worse when that other girl started hanging around him like she had a right to him. She had the audacity to follow you both into the convenience store, and even tried to insert herself into the moment. He was just trying to pick an ice cream flavor, standing in front of the freezer aisle with his hands in his pockets, quietly talking to you.
He always spoke gently to you. You looked up, smiled innocently.
"Whichever one you think I'd like," you said, all sweet and sugary.
And that is when she shrieked—literally shrieked and came running over, grabbing onto his arm with her nails and fake laughing. "Jayyyy, you have to get one for me too! We can all have ice cream together at recess, right?"
At that moment, all you wanted to do was stab her in the eye with the little wooden stick that came with the ice cream.But instead, you smiled.
Because Jay wouldn't like it if you lost it. In front of people.He ruffled your hair like you were a cat, then handed the cashier his wallet. "Go outside with her for a second, yeah? I got this."
You went outside. And when he came outside after a moment, he held out a little box to you.
"Surprise."
Your eyes lit up instantly—a new vape, the same flavor you liked, the same one you had mentioned offhandedly last week when your other ran out.
He remembered. Of course he remembered. He always remembered.
This smile was real—until you saw her staring at you, expression all twisted like she'd just caught him cheating.
Cheating? He was never hers to begin with.
Later, you sat on the bench in the campus park, the three of you squeezed together, though Jay was clearly closer to you. You leaned on his side, licking your ice cream slowly while popping open the vape box with your other hand.
The girl was disgusted. "You vape?"
Jay looked up, bored. "I do too."
Her jaw dropped. "Since when?!"
You smirked into your ice cream.
"I bought this for the both of us," Jay said, tossing away the box in his bag. The double standards were ridiculous.
When she tried to lean on him in the same way you did, Jay disregarded her easily.
"Why can she do it and I can't?" she said angrily.
"Because-"
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"No-"
"Then why not me?" she huffed, her voice elevating wildly.
Jay sighed while scratching the nape of his neck. "Because she's someone that I've known for a long time."
"I've known you for a long time too!"
And at that point, you finally looked up from your vape, still leaning against Jay's side like you owned it.
"Being in the same class as him and fangirling from the back row does not count as knowing him." you said flatly, your voice soft but dangerous af. "You just stared at him in the most delusional little fan kind of way. Not the same."
She froze, cheeks burning bright red in embarrassment, and finally stormed off, throwing away her ice cream that was half melted.
Jay chuckled, nudging your shoulder. "You didn't have to go that hard."
You leaned against him again. "She was being annoying."
He didn't argue.
He never did when it came to you.
Later that night, after slipping into the penthouse, Jennie was waiting for you, black gloves still faintly stained red, boots tracking blood across the marble floor.
"Lay low," she said without looking up. "There's another group trying to start something downtown. Don't get involved."
"Whatever." You shrugged. "I'm not in the mood to kill tonight."
Yeonjun laughed from the kitchen, knife still stained in blood. "You're never in the mood unless someone flirts with Jay."
Ryujin walked behind you, resting a hand briefly on your head. "Don't pay attention to them. You know she's just overprotective of her boy."
Your boy.
Yours.
Jay didn't know how much you had shed blood on his behalf. How many lives you had taken or removed from his life without him noticing.
How many cameras were hidden in every corner of his room, even that cute teddy bear you got him for his birthday. Most night you watched him sleep through your phone.
The scent of rich pasta and sizzling garlic filled the warm dorm room, wrapping itself around you like Jay's blanket draped over your shoulders. You were curled up on the bed, surrounded by the plushies he let you bring over—your favorites, of course.
Jay always let you get your way. He was at the stove, humming softly to himself as he gave the pot a swirl, throwing shy glances at you every moments, blissfully unaware of the tornado ripping through your mind.
You sighed, lips wrapped around your vape as you pulled slow and deep drags, smoke curling from your lips like a whisper.
Your phone buzzed in your hand once again. And again. And again.Your eye twitched.
With a groan, you tossed your phone across the room—gently enough not to break it, but hard enough that it knew you were mad. You heard it thud to the floor, and Jay glanced over at you from the kitchen.
"What's going on, Princess?" he murmured, his voice deep and soothing like honey on gravel. That voice alone could send shivers through your bones. He turned back to his cooking but you knew he was still listening.
You exhaled another plume of smoke, shaking your head and laughing softly.
"Your beloved little friend is spamming me again. Told me to stay away from you. Something about me being 'possessive' or 'clingy'." You did a mock gasp. "Imagine that."
Jay wiped his hands dry on a towel and ambled over, a plate of pasta gripped in his fingers. He picked up your phone from the floor, unlocked it with your obvious approval (he had your passcode anyway).
The screen lit up to dozens of angry messages from her. But what made him furrow his brow for a moment was the flashing notification for a CCTV monitoring app. Jay's Dorm. Camera 2. Motion Detected.
You knew he saw it but didn't ask questions. He never did. His trust in you was too great. You could burn everything to cinders and he'd probably still think you had clean hands.
But when he said, "I'm serious, if it might make you feel better, I'll stop being friends with her," there really wasn't a lot of point in keeping your excitement bottled up anymore.
Your eyes lit up like colored fireworks, a huge smile broke across your face before you could help it. You set the vape aside, almost knocking over a stuffed toy as you grabbed his hand.
Jay simply chuckled, entertained, and moved his hand up to your head, giving you that sweet head rub that made you swoon. His fingers traced down the side of your face, grazing bare skin down to your arm—warm, grounding, and totally his.
You almost shivered from the contact.
Fuck, you thought. If it wasn't so weird, you would have moaned right then and there. You wanted to imprint your name onto his skin, to brand him, to let the world know that he was yours. Even if he didn't know it yet.
The next morning, the mood on campus buzzed like a kicked beehive.
A new murder. Another body.
This time? One of your seniors. One of Jay's friends. The girl had just handed him a homemade cookie on Monday, blushing, giggling. You smiled at her too, sweetly. And then, the next day, she was on the news. They found her body behind the art building, cold, eyes wide in horror, and throat slit too cleanly for it to be a mugging.
Jay had gone pale when he saw the headline. You were already snuggled into his chest, face buried in his hoodie, pretending to be scared.
"There there," he murmured into your hair, "you're with me. You're safe. These murders... they're always around campus, always around people I know. I just... I'll protect you, okay?"
You almost laughed. Oh, Jay... he didn't even know how close he was to the truth. And how far away.
That afternoon back in his dorm, lightness settled back in. You and him were tangled up in each other on his bed, play wrestling and laughing. He was trying to distract you, trying to get you to forget about the news, forget about fear. He tickled you on your sides, and you squealed, grabbed a pillow, and hit him in the face. He tackled you back, and you rolled and laughed until it hurt.
At one point, he was on top of you, your hands pinned, clothes a mess, hair tangled, and lipstick smeared. Then—knock knock knock. You blinked up at him, breathless. "I'll get it," you said sweetly, lips curled as you stood up.
Jay turned around, chuckling to himself as he adjusted the bed, straightening up the pillows and tossing the comforter back in place. But the moment the door opened, she was right there in front of you.
Jay's "friend."
She was staring at you, her eyes narrowing right away. And then her eyes dropped—to your lipstick smudged mouth, and then to Jay as he came into view. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened a little, in shock. Because there it was—your lipstick all over his neck.
He didn't realize. But she did. "What...?" she started.
Jay blinked. "Oh, hey. What's up?"
"You..." she looked at you, then motioned to him. "You guys are sleeping together?"
You were smiling, slow and venomous. "Oh no, don't be silly. Jay is just very... affectionate."
Jay scratched his neck, confused. "Uh, we were just messing around. Pillow fight. You know how she is."
Your lipstick. On his skin.
She knew. You knew she knew.
She stormed off, and you stood in the doorway, watching her retreating figure with a sweet, serene look on your face. Jay looked down at you and finally noticed the smudge near your lips.
"...Did I get lipstick on me?"
You turned to him, and your smile grew wider. "Mhm. Do you want me to mark the other side too?"
Jay rolled his eyes with playfulness. "You're crazy."
You leaned in, put your hands on his chest, and whispered, "You have no idea."
