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He doesn't look at you.
Why wouldn't he look at you?
He sat in the row by your left side, up higher somewhere in the middle. He had his hood up, messy dirty blonde hair he showed up with a couple of days ago trimmed and fresh. It made his complexion warmer, more appealing.
You would know that.
How?
You were glancing at him the whole lecture. You eyes now and then going over your shoulder â subtly. At least you hoped. And not even once did he glance your way.
Riki sat there, lazyly scribbling something down on his notes. The professor's voice echoing the dull hall and simply serving as the background noise to most, but not to him.
He was still following everything, writing down important stuff, brain memorizing some of it like on autopilot.
Who could tell that?
That he was an excellent student, excelling so easily since the primary school. No one actually. At least at a first glance. His stylish persona and cold demeanor was quite contradictory to the actual way he nevertheless had always been.
It's been weeks since the last time.
He never called you up again for the actual tutoring.
And you?
You were walking on eggshells since then. Not because you were avoiding him, scared to face or encounter him in a mere radius of hundred meters â but because you were nervous. Your heart rate would pick up at the mere flash of his image through your mind. Thighs would flex at the memory of his struck face â eyes closed, eyebrows tight together and pants leaving his plump lips as he was at the verge of orgasm.
Never would you think it would be this easy for some boy to enter your head.
But here he was. Sitting just a couple of rows back, feline focused eyes stuck to the paper as he wrote down notes. Organized and responsible. That was him. His leg was bouncing under the high desk, freckles on his slightly tanned skin so attention pulling and mesmerizing.
One thing kept jabbing at you â why was he acting like nothing ever happened?
It made you glance back to the front, head dropping to your lap as you thought. Absentmindedly furrowing your brows, pointer finger digging into your thumbs cuticle. You adjusted your glasses, head turning back over your shoulder and right towards the now blonde boy.
He was too deep into his notes, hair brushing his forehead, lips slightly parted as he wrote something down.
And you hated how you noticed every single thing about it.
âââ
The psychology department was organizing a student conference next Friday. You signed up immediately. Not because Riki's name appeared on the presenters list.
Obviously.
That would be ridiculous.
You signed up because it would look good on your CV. Because networking was important. Because professors liked seeing students participate. At least that's what you told yourself. Three separate times.
And yet your eyes still found his name first. You arrived ten minutes early, not because you were hoping to see him.
You arrived early because punctuality was important. Because first impressions mattered. Because being late to a volunteer meeting would be unprofessional. At least that's what you told yourself while choosing a seat with a perfect view of the door.
The classroom slowly filled. Around 20 students, nothing mir enorhibg less. Just a meeting about the upcoming conference and the arrangements that needed to be made.
Small groups formed immediately, students chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the professor organizing the conference to arrive. Somebody was talking about presentation topics. Someone else complained about having to come in during their free period.
You barely heard any of it.
Every time the door opened, your eyes flicked up.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
And thenâ
There he was.
Your stomach dropped so fast it was almost embarrassing. Riki walked inside like he owned the place. One hand shoved into the pocket of his hoodie, backpack hanging from a single shoulder, messy blond hair falling into his eyes.
You hated how immediately you noticed him. Hated how your brain picked up details before you could stop it â the new silver ring on his finger, the dark circles beneath his eyes, the fact he looked like he slept maybe four hours and still somehow managed to look annoyingly good.
Your gaze followed him, then stopped. Because he wasn't alone âa girl walked in right behind him, laughing. Riki glanced at her, his lips moving as he answered. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You stared.
The feeling that hit wasn't even jealousy.
Just confusion.
He talked to people?
Voluntarily?
The realization was stupid. Obviously he did, you just had never really seen it. The girl said something else and Riki rolled his eyes. And she laughed again.
Your fingers tightened around your pen, eyes dropping to the notebook in front of you, glasses slightly sliding down your nose. Something unpleasant settled low in your stomach. Not because they were flirting, they weren't.
But she looked comfortable around him. Comfortable enough to tease him, to sit beside him. And when the only empty seats left happened to be the ones next to him she took one without hesitation.
Riki didn't seem to mind. That bothered you more than it should have, a lot more. He adjusted himself on the chair, a small creeping smile on his face as she spoke to him. He let his arm rest on the empty chair on the other side of him, on the backrest as he slightly shook his head with a smile.
Then, as if sensing it, his eyes lifted.
For one brief second they landed directly on yours. Your breath caught. You felt your pulse jump instantly.
Then...
Nothing.
No reaction. No acknowledgment. No expression whatsoever. His gaze slid right past you. Like you were another student in the room.
Like nothing had ever happened.
Like you weren't even worth a second look.
The girl beside him leaned over and asked him something. And Riki turned back to her. The professor walked in moments later.
You didn't hear a single word of the meeting.
The meeting ended a little after six. Students slowly filtered out of the classroom, chairs scraping against the floor as conversations overlapped into one dull buzz. You gathered your notebook, stuffed it into your bag and left without looking back. At least, that had been the plan. Your eyes still found him once.
He stood near the professor's desk, one hand shoved into the pocket of his hoodie while discussing something with another volunteer. The same girl from earlier stood nearby, listening to whatever was being said.
You looked away immediately, annoyed with yourself, then finally headed home after a long day of exhausting lectures and this pretty boring meeting.
By the time you reached your house, the sky had already begun turning orange.
Your tired footsteps echoed the hall as you made your way towards your room, huffing out a breath of exhaustion. The door of your dad's office stood open, stacks of papers covering almost every available surface. Printed surveys, research notes, student evaluations. The usual chaos that pulled your attention as you passed by.
"Perfect timing." He said the moment he noticed you passing by. "Come help me sort these." You groaned, head thrown back in protest as you took a couple of steps back.
He ignored it, eyes dancing over the laptop screen. Twenty minutes later you found yourself sitting across from him, organizing documents into neat piles while he rambled about department funding and conference schedules, making calls left and right.
Normally you enjoyed moments like these. You and your father had always gotten along easily. Today, however, your attention kept drifting. A name on one of the volunteer lists made your eyes linger for a second too long.
Nishimura Riki
You immediately moved the paper away. The rest of the evening passed quietly. Dinner was simple and usual, your mother talked about work, your father complained about administrative responsibilities.
You nodded when appropriate, answered questions when asked, and pushed food around your plate while trying your best to remain present.
Trying. Being the important word. Because every now and then your mind wandered. Not intentionally â never intentionally. A phrase would remind you of something. A tone of voice. A random thought.
And suddenly you were back in that classroom again. Back to seeing him after weeks of pretending he didn't exist, to that brief moment when your eyes met. Back to the irritating indifference on his face. You hated how easily it happened. By the time dinner ended, you felt exhausted for reasons that had nothing to do with the day itself.
You retreated to your room shortly afterward. The familiar comfort of your own space should have helped. Instead, it somehow made things worse. You changed into pajamas, washed your face, tied your hair back and settled at your desk with every intention of studying.
The textbook sat open in front of you, highlighter in hand as your eyes skimmed over the chapter. Notes were scattered neatly around the desk. For several minutes everything went according to plan.
Then your eyes stopped moving across the page. The words blurred. And before you realized it, your thoughts had wandered somewhere else entirely.
You stomach twisted at the intrusive image.
Riki. On his knees. Plump lips around your throbbing clit.
You slammed the highlighter down on the desk, eyes closing at the mere feel of your heart jolting at the thought. A deep inhale filled your tight lungs with stale air before it exited. You opened your eyes again, adjusting your glasses before taking the highlighter again, trying to focus on the theory imprinted on paper before you.
But again, just as you read the first sentence, your mind betrayed you.
The feeling of his big hands brushing your thighs. The lip bite as his eyes were stuck to the way he was pumping into you.
Your thighs clenched. The hot pressure between them all of a sudden present.
You still pushed your mind to focus, gaze following the underlined sentences and moving down the page. But it all was just simply vaguely traced.
Him pushing you into the table â against the hard wood so selfishly as he fucked into you. Fast.
Your hips subtly moved on their own, a deep inhale following through your nose. You shook your head in an attempt to get it all out of your head.
It was too late.
You were throbbing.
You crossed your ankles, thighs pushing harder together. The bottom lip stuck between your teeth, gaze still stuck to the book at a poor attempt to full yourself. To tell yourself this wasn't happening. Not to the thought of him.
But your hips grinded again helplessly against nothing. "No..."
Your hand flew between your crossed legs and over your mound. You pressed. Hard. A breathy shaky sound left you, eyes closing in delight at the feeling.
Riki spreading your thighs, ringed fingers pressing into your warm flesh. His mouth fast between your soaked folds. The way he held you down as he ate you out last time.
You grinded into your hand, ankles uncrossing hastily. "Fuck..." You cursed under your breath, softly and as quiet as possible. Your lips parted soundlessly as the pressure hit your clit so heavenly. The sound of your parents downstairs, talking and getting ready for bed the only thing keeping you tethered.
Your core felt like it was on fire, your folds pressed on repeatedly and the wetness that coated them slowly was getting sucked in by your panties under the pajamas. Your hips moved in a rhythm, making sure the pressure hits your sensitive clit just right everytime.
Images kept popping up. One by one.
His tongue poking at your entrance. Long fingers stuck in your mouth as he fucked your cunt.
And then...
The image of what if.
What if he bent you over his coffe table like he did the first time in the office? What if he ate you from the back before he slammed into you. Uninvited and sudden.
A low and desperate moan left your lips. Your shoulders slouching forward as you kept on grinding and grinding.
He would stretch you so good, your walls would burn at each drag of his, taking him eagerly. You would moan his name, arching against him as his big palms groped every part of you he could.
You couldnt take it. Your thighs parted hastily, hand was fast inside of your panties. Your middle finger glided over your soaked slit before it dipped between your folds.
You were soaked.
You hissed the moment your fingertip came in contact with your throbbing clit. Nerves on fire and toes curling as you delivered fast tight circles to it. You bit your lip at the whines that threatened to echo the bedroom.
He would lean over you, heat radiating off his toned body as he whispers filthy things into your ear. Things like "You are taking me so good baby." or "Yeah? You like the way I'm fucking you? Stretching this pussy so right."
Yes, you would like that so much. So so much.
Your finger sped up, no teasing or gradual built up. You need this. You needed to come. The slickness of your pussy made the circles so messy, finger sliding over, next and around the clit so greedily at the brink of a frenzy. Your wrist started to hurt, the sounds your cunt produced made everything even filthier. You panted, at an attempt to be quiet. And you were. The only sounds that filled the room were the low fast breaths and the sound of your finger working over your swollen clit.
The bubble formed faster and faster at the pit of your stomach. Burning and wanting to explode. One last image of him was enough.
Of him at the brink of his orgasm, deep and raspy pants leaving his lips, brows furrowed as he slammed into you repeatedly.
Your body shuddered. Uncontrollable soft moans left you, the other palm fast enough over your mouth as you kept grinding against your hand. You spasmed whole. Your pussy, your thighs, your every muscle felt the rush. Aftershocks ripped through you so carelessly and hard that it had you lightheaded.
You slowed your finger down, the sudden wetness on your palm all too filthy and gross. You sniffed, blinking in an attempt to collect yourself.
The fragments of high still in your blood, rushing through and slowly subduing.
You shook your head, eyes moving down all over the table, hand slowly retracting from your underwear.
Yeah...
You should go clean up.
âââ
The week leading up to the conference was pretty usual. Wake up, classes, breaks, study at the library, go home and pray your dad won't stop you for some assistance like he usually did.
The morning of the conference you showed up earlier. The university groupchat reminding everyone signed up to be at least two hours earlier, to helt set everything and review the presentations one last time.
The faculty building looked completely different this early in the morning. Students moved through the hallways carrying cardboard boxes and stacks of papers. The smell of coffee hung in the air, professors already rushing from room to room while discussing schedules and presentations.
The conference hadn't even started and somehow everybody already looked stressed.
You adjusted the volunteer badge hanging around your neck and headed toward the registration desk. The duty that was assigned to you by the department dean. Sad to say it was the boring part.
A professor spotted you before you could properly settle in and immediately handed you a stack of folders.
"Can you take these to room 204, please."
You nodded, hands already grabbing the papers. The folders felt heavier than they actually were as you carried them down the hallway. You huffed out in exhaustion, your being clinging to those four hours of sleep since the exams are coming up in a week.
People in a hurry passed by you now and then, eager to get everything done as soon as possible.
Your steps felt heavy. Like you were a walking corpse. That's how you felt.
The room numbers switched fast as ypt studded down the corridor.
200,
201,
202...
Then you saw him.
Your steps almost faltered.
Riki stood near the main lecture hall, carrying two folded poster boards under one arm. His blond hair looked brighter under the morning light pouring through the large windows. A presenter badge hung around his neck too, lazily turned sideways as if he couldn't be bothered to fix it.
One hand shoved lazily into the pocket of his blue straight fit jeans, the polo shirt he wore giving a completely different vibe he usually carried with himself and his stylish persona.
It makes look him more... Nerd-like.
And it fits him so good.
And the glasses?
You didn't know he wore glasses. It made your breath caught in a way that didn't feel like it should. Then you noticed he wasn't alone. A girl stood beside him. The same one from the meeting.
They are presenting together. At the meeting they led you all through their concept and basics of the way they are going to present.
She was holding a clipboard while explaining something, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke. And he listened, nodding his head attentively as he looked down at her smaller frame.
He answered.
The girl laughed. And he laughed too.
You observed everything, eyes one last time skimming over him attire before you continued walking.
Room 204.
There it is.
You spent the first twenty minutes sorting name tags behind the registration desk â names, departments, universities. Simple tasks.
Every few minutes another volunteer passed by. Every few minutes somebody asked you a question. Then a shadow appeared beside the table. Your fingers paused immediately.
"Those are supposed to be alphabetized."
Your heart nearly launched itself into your throat. You knew that voice. That deep voice.
You looked up and there he was.
Riki stood on the other side of the table. Close enough now that you could see the faint shadows beneath his eyes, the glasses reflecting the light. Close enough to notice the presenter badge hanging crookedly around his neck. Close enough to remember exactly how much you hated being near him.
Or at least how much you were supposed to hate being near him.
His expression remained completely neutral. No recognition beyond the basic acknowledgment one student would give another. You could smell his perfume. His strong, masculine perfume. The one that had every female spiral at the simple whiff of it.
"Oh."
The response left your mouth before you could stop it. Brilliant, very brilliant. You cleared your throat right after. "Okay." Riki nodded once, eyes roaming the table.
"The presenters need their badges separated too." His voice remained flat. Professional, almost bored. "Professor Henry asked me to tell you."
You stared at him for a second. Then immediately looked back down at the table.
"Okay."
Another nod. A second passed. Then he was gone.
The crowd swallowed him almost immediately. You watched his back disappear between volunteers carrying folders and professors rushing toward presentation rooms before forcing yourself to look down at the stack of name tags again.
The silence around you suddenly felt louder.
Because what exactly had you expected?
For him to stop? For him to look at you differently? For something to happen?
Your fingers played with the pen in your hands. Nothing happened. He told you what needed to be done. You answered. The conversation ended.
And somehow that bothered you more than it should have.
âââ
The conference passed preety smoothly. It was done approximately by two pm. Students after that went to get lunch, some went to their dorms to take a rest before the big clean in the evening.
The organization was simple and tactical. Come early, get everything done, and then clean up the mess by tommorow. It was pretty exhaustiong to your already overstimulated self for the day being.
Well thank god the students actually, including you, decided it would be better to actually do it later and not right away since everyone seemed to be so out of themselves after the very busy day at the campus. The few hours of break passed quicker than you expected.
One moment you were eating with a couple of volunteers at a nearby cafĂŠ, absentmindedly stirring your drink while pretending to listen to the conversation around you. The next, you were already walking back through the faculty doors with the evening sun casting long shadows across the hallways.
The atmosphere had changed completely.
The conference was over.
No professors rushing from room to room anymore. No presentations. No nervous students checking their notes one last time before standing in front of an audience.
Just tired people cleaning.
Music quietly played from somebody's speaker somewhere down the hallway. Laughter echoed now and then through the building as students carried boxes, folded banners and pushed chairs across the floor.
For the first time all day, everything felt relaxed, almost casual.
You found yourself helping clear one of the lecture halls, stacking abandoned programs into cardboard boxes and collecting forgotten water bottles from beneath chairs.
Your legs hurt, your shoulders hurt. And somehow your social battery had completely died somewhere around noon. You barely spoke. Just nodded whenever somebody gave you instructions and continued working.
The less interaction, the better.
Unfortunately, fate seemed to disagree.
The storage room was cooler than the rest of the building. Dimmer too.
Stacks of folded tables lined one wall while chairs were piled nearly to the ceiling on the other. You were busy organizing a box of leftover conference materials when the door opened behind you.
The sound barely registered at first until a familiar voice thanked somebody outside. Then the door shut loudly. Your stomach immediately tightened.
Of course.
Of course it was him.
Riki carried another stack of chairs inside, setting them against the wall with a dull metallic clatter. Silence followed as you kept sorting papers, back turned to him.
He kept stacking chairs, the clatter of metal loud enough in the tight room. Neither of you said anything. A thick glob of saliva dropped down your throat as you focused on the task on hand. Focused on literally anything else. The silence stretched painfully.
One chair. Then another. Then another.
Until somehow the words slipped out before you could stop them.
"You presented well."
The room went quiet. Even the sound of chairs stopped. Your eyes widened slightly, regret rising in your chest fast. Riki paused midway through setting another chair down. "...Hm?"
You stared stubbornly at the cardboard box filled with God knows what in front of you. Too late to take it back now. "Your presentation." Your voice sounded smaller than you intended. "It was good." Silence followed. Long enough to make heat crawl up your neck. Long enough to make you wish the floor would simply open and swallow you whole.
You simply rummage now through the box, things clattering around.
"Thanks."
Simple. Short.
He didn't even bother to stop, to add something more. He kept arranging the chairs, focus back on the wooden furniture. Your hands stopped, resting on top of the sides, gripping the cardboard as you absentmindedly stared at the content of the box. Your jaw tightened. Flexed as you tried to stop the next words coming out of you. You really did.
Butâ
"You and the girl... did a good job." You swallowed. "Theâ" You inhaled, eyes slwllyl closing as your voice was down to almost a whisperâtender. "The chemistry was...there."
You paused again.
The words sounded strange the moment they left your mouth.
Not wrong, just a little too specific. The room fell quieter then before. A chair scraped against the floor, making you silently wince.
You heard the movement stop altogether. Slowly, you looked down at the random papers inside the cardboard box, pretending to be fascinated by whatever was printed on them. Behind you, Riki let out a quiet breath.
"Chemistry."
He repeated the word carefully, as if tasting it. Your stomach immediately tightened.
You wished he would just let it go, forger everything, ignore you just like the past few weeks and move on. Get put of this room and leave you to wind down. Alone.
Instead, the silence stretched. Your heartbeat ringed inside of your ears. The silence was so loud, so uncomfortable since he was probably looking at you. Your mind spiraled. And somehow the thought of his eyes on you made it impossible to turn around. "You got all that from a twenty minute presentation?" There was something in his voice now.
Something subtle, not quite amusement nor quite mockery, but something in between. Your grip tightened around the edge of the box. "I was just saying." You replied quietly.
"Hm." The sound was low. Thoughtful.
You finally risked a glance over your shoulder.
Big mistake.
Riki was leaning against the stack of chairs now, arms crossed loosely over his chest. His head tilted slightly to one side as he watched you.
He... had a different outfit on. He was in a simple black hoodie, forearms exposed by the rolled sleeves. Black sweats clinged to his lean figure, just adding to the simple but still edgy look on him. Hair slightly tousled and more relaxed then before during the conference itself, glasses gone. He must have went home right after, definitely showered since the smell that you tried so hard to ignore as he entered the room was intoxicating. Clean and masculine.
Not that you realized he wasn't anywhere right after as everyone had the lunch together.
This was more him.
The attention and the weight of his gaze immediately made heat crawl up your neck.
"You seemed pretty sure."
You looked away immediately. Heart rate seemed to rise indescribably fast. Then you spoke, almost a whisper â tender and shy, meeting his eyes over your shoulder again. "I don't know."
A quiet chuckle escaped him. The sound bounced around the small storage room. Your face burned. Because somehow you knew. You knew he wasn't talking about the presentation anymore.
Not really.
And judging by the look in his eyes, he knew it too. "You don't?" The question came easy. His gaze stayed fixed on you, brow raised as a slight smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. He waited.
You swallowed. Suddenly finding the cardboard box in front of you incredibly interesting. Riki's tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek, gaze slowly dropping down your figure. Your small fragile shoulders, the was the top hugged you. And then lower. To the skirt you wore since the morning, not too short but not too long. Just perfect for the professional setting that took place this morning. He can't forget that the glasses were an unavoidable detail to it. You style was completely different today.
Oh he knew what this was about.
He could feel it.
It bothered you so much. So much that he didn't talk to you for the past few weeks, call you up about the tutoring, not even glance at you. A small shake of his head followed as he delivered a bite to his cheek. Almost like he couldn't believe you â or maybe couldn't believe how obvious you were being.
"Right."
The single word was enough. Enough to tell you he wasn't buying it for a second. The silence that followed felt unbearable. You swallowed hard, fingers fumbling with a stack of papers before immediately setting them back down. Suddenly you couldn't remember why you were standing there in the first place.
The storage room felt smaller than before, warmer even. Your gaze stayed fixed on the cardboard box, anywhere but him.
A quiet scoff reached your ears.
When you finally looked back, Riki was still leaning against the stack of chairs, still watching you. His arms crossed loosely over his chest, eyes scanning you head to toe. It made your skin crawl.
"What?"
The word left your mouth before you could stop it. His lips twitched, eyes meeting yours. "Nothing."
An obvious lie. You immediately looked away again. Your pulse had started doing stupid things. The kind of things you hated. The kind of things that only seemed to happen around him lately. "You know..." He started casually. "Most people would've commented on the actual presentation."
Heat crawled up your neck harder then before. You busied yourself gathering random papers from the box. "I did."
"Hm."
You hated that sound.
Especially when it came from him. And what you hated more is how much liked it, enjoyed it. "You talked about me and my partner." Your hands froze, papers tight in your grip just for a second. A second too long before Riki noticed.
"You seemed pretty interested in that part."
You opened your mouth. Closed it, opened it again and thanked God you were turned with your back toward him. You moved over to your side, to the drawers that had all the documents stacked in them, before you somehow managed to open it calmly. The sound of the metal draws loud and screeching though the room.
"There was nothing wrong with what I said." Riki scanned your side profile.
"I didn't say there was."
His voice remained annoyingly calm, pretty steady. Meanwhile you felt like your entire brain had stopped functioning. You gathered the last few folders and held them against your chest, the ones you hoped were the same that the other students told you to bring over.
"I should go."
The words came out too quickly, too eager. Immediately giving away your nervousness. Riki's head tilted slightly. Almost curious as kept on jabbing at you.
"Should you?"
Your stomach dropped. You hated how easily he could do that to you. How your body reacted to him so fast. How easily he could make a simple question sound loaded and play with you.
You moved toward the door anyway. Pretty slowly. Because staying felt impossible â but leaving somehow felt worse. Your hand almost found the handle. For a brief second you thought you will escape.
Then his voice came again.
"Was she the problem?"
You froze, your heart and breathing seemed to stop altogether. The question hit harder than it should have. Your fingers tightened around the folders. He uncrossed his arms, body leaning back against the stacked up chairs, high enough for his hips to lean back against the edge.
"Noâ"
"No?" He repeated, head tilting mockingly. Your grip tightened around the folders.
"No."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
Not a smile but worse. Something amused. His tongue ran over the inside of his cheek, fingers tapping repeatedly playfully against the chairs between his slightly spread thighs.
"You sure?"
Heat overflowed you and you hated that question. Hated the confidence behind it. Hated that he sounded like he already knew the answer. Your eyes dropped to the handle right within your reach, anywhere but him. Your hand was mid air before;
"You think about it, don't you?"
Riki's head tilted in a mocking manner, eyes narrowing at your stiff figure. Your hand paused, it felt like you were stuck in time, in this position, unable to move. You tried to ignore it. Tried to find something else he could be aiming at. But deep down you knew.
"About us fucking..." He said it so casually, so shamelessly. "About me."
Riki kept on dissecting you with his feline eyes. He just knew. He knew you couldn't stop thinking about it. He could bet his life on it. It was all there. Your nervousness, your constant glancing during lectures, during the conference. The comment earlier, the initiation of conversation itself and the hesitation when wanting the exit the storage just now.
It was all too blatantly obvious.
And you were bad at hiding it.
Your inhaled sharply, mind too busy going into a chaos that you didn't care it was so loud and transparent. "I-I'm leavingâ"
Your fingers slowly wrapped around the handle, cheeks and neck on fire. You need to get out. Fast. But just as you pulled the door slightly open, a hand came over yours. The sudden warmth engulfing you from the back.
"Don't you wanna use me like I used you?"
You froze. His other arm circled your waist, pulling you flush against his front as he pushed the door closed, big hand taking your wrist and pinning it to the door. His scent was too strong, your senses sensitive to his everything. His touch, his smell. And when he nuzzled his nose against your ear, breath tickling your nape, you swore your heart dropped in your heels.
"Have your sweet little revenge on me, hm?"
Your fingers tightened the folders to your chest, alarms going off in your head. No words were able to escape your paralized self. You whole nervous system screamed, muscles tensing the more you felt him against you.
"Please..."
He nudged his hips against your lower back, grinding once over your flimsy skirt, voice whiny and desperate. He delivered a kiss to the side of your neck, sound echoing the space. You were stunned.
Your mouth almost fell open, from the shock. And from the way you felt your core pool with warmth, the sudden rush of blood to your clit making it burn.
He left pecks all over the side of your neck, goosebumps arising at the feel of his plump lips against you. His teeth grazed your ear, nibbling lightly at it as he let out a needy, shaky breath. Riki's fingers dug into the side of your torso before he uncircled the arm from your waist, hand sensually carresing your hip. The skirts doing a poor job at staying down as he purposely made sure it was rising with each stroke.
It all played out too slow. Painfully slow.
His big palm set your skin on fire. You tensed up, a sharp inhale followed as he held your wrist against the door, his front flush against your frame nor giving you any space to move even if you wanted to.
But did you actually want to?
He whined against your ear, hips bucking into you again. And that was enough for the folders to drop to the floor. Your grip loosened so suddenly it even made you jolt, a squeak escaping you as the papers hit the hard concrete ground.
Riki kept on feeling you up, his hot breath teasing your sensitive skin. His hand traveled right over your hip and dipped between your thighs, your skirt bunching up on his bracelet-adorned wrist. "I will be so good to you..." He rasped out, whispering before he bit your ear. You shuddered the moment his hand went under your skirt, middle finger fast enough caressing your slit right over your thin underwear. "Please..."
He felt your thighs shake, your body betraying you completely. His finger dipped into your covered slit, sliding down till your entrance. "Ruin me. Make me regret it."
His fingertip dipped into the slight dent. Wet. Already so wet. You gasped, hand he held against the door clutched into a fist, other one grabbed his forearm. He thrusted the tip of his finger up, just enough to poke you but not quite fill you. The thin ruined underwear gave him a nice resistance, rebounding his shallow thrusts so teasingly good.
You clenched around nothing, the friction teasing your entrance was enough to set you on fire. His body all of a sudden felt closer then ever, the scent luring out a low moan from you. His strong chest felt so solid, an anchor that held your weak body upright.
Riki felt you shudder in his hold, suppressing a mocking grin that threatened to appear on his smug face. He kept breathing hard against your ear, purposely fanning your skin with his warm breath, lips now and then brushing against it. Riki tightened his grip on your wrist against the wooden door, fingertip teasing your gaping entrance â moving shallowly in, rolling around the tense hole.
"You feel so good, baby."
And that comment alone had you biting your bottom lip, suppressing the reaction after that nickname left his mouth. He felt you tense up even more, hips shifting just a bit for him, thrusting against his finger. The hand that held onto his forearm flexed, eyes closing in delight.
Riki smiled mischievously against your neck, teeth grazing the burning flesh. The wetness against his hand felt heavy and thick the more he played with you, teasing it till he could feel it ooze and drench the flimsy material.
You let your forehead meet the door a little too harshly. A breathy low moan echoed the small room, your grip on his forearm tightened as you let yourself feel everything. His finger poking at your covered cunt, the wetness coating his palm and the inner thighs. His smell, his strong forearm as you kept gripping it, his muscles flexing with each shallow thrust he delivered to your core. And even if you wanted you couldn't get away, his hand was over your hip before it was between your shaky legs, holding you up and against him as the other pinned your weak wrist to the door.
But then the overwhelming pressure between your thighs vanished, his arm was fast to grip your forearm and spin you around. Your back hit the door with a rattle as you let out a gasp of surprise. Before you could register how close to him you were, how your face almost touched his chest, it all happened in a blur â and he kissed you.
You felt his lips against yours, not for the first time. But now it different. It was soft and hungry. Not the usual angry undertone he carried the last two times something happened between you two. It was a new sensation.
You froze instantly. Arms went stiff by your sides and eyes wide. His hands cupped your cheeks, palms brought against your warm skin. He molded your lips sensually but still with a hurry so indescribably and needy. Riki's body pressed up against yours, pushing you harder against the door.
And somehow, against all that doubt and the shock â you melted into the kiss. Hands shot up to his elbows, carresing against the thick hoodie, lips moving in a reckless rhythm he set. He pulled away slightly, just enough to utter as his hips rolled against your pelvis.
"Feel that?"
You did.
He was hard.
Riki smirked at your glossy eyes behind the thin glasses, lips parted in the anticipation of his next move. He pecked them, the smacking sound eliciting a reaction so unexpected â you shivered. Your whole body almost giving out.
"It's all for you..."
His kisses moved down your jaw, the sticky saliva leaving a trail. He kept on kissing each and every part of your neck. "Please..." He begged against your skin, feeling you heat up even more. You couldn't control your hard breathing, a subtle moan tore from your lips as his teeth grazed the column of your throat. Your head feel back against the door, eyes closed tightly.
You pressed your thighs together at a poor attempt to dull the creeping and already pulsing arousal. It was dripping. Your pussy was dripping. Rikis head came up, face to face with your dazed expression before he left one more peck on your slick lips, tongue coming right after to leave a teasing lick on your bottom lip.
You shuddered.
He smirked.
A desperate deep moan left him. Grinning teasingly right in your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. He held your gaze, hips grinding against you. His cock was raging with blood. It throbbed subtle under the pressure of his clothes.
How could he let go of this chance though? To fuck you here in the storage room, where anyone could walk in searching for him. When you had this skirt and revealing top on, your breasts hugged perfectly. The way they sat begging for his eyes to devour the decolette.
The intensity of his eyes made you gulp, holding the contact in awe as you started lowering yourself against him. Your knees bucking on the way down, Riki's eyes following your descending figure before his palms were fast to squeeze the sides of your neck, pulling you up. "No no noâ" He spoke as he shook his head slowly. You gulped again, legs bringing you back up. Just as you stood up, he was the one that descended, eyes holding your own as his knees hit the ground. Riki's hands carresed your waist, your hips over the clothes. His gaze penetrating the skirt he was face to face with.
He glanced up through his lashes, the dim light in the tight room illuminating him so beautifully. The shadows casting on his features, the golden hue of his hair. It was all too ethereal. Riki's palms went down to your thighs, simply carresing â up, down, and around; feeling your skin prickle with goosebumps wherever his touch reached.
One thing got his attention. The small lanyard poking from the small pocket of your skirt. The one that held the volunteer badge. He simply smiled to himself, hand getting the small thing from your skirt. He stretched the strap, eyes glancing at your quiet self as your kept observing every move of his.
"Whaâ"
You stopped the moment he got it around his wrists. He layed it out over the one before he went around the other, his mouth assisting. Riki's teeth grabbed onto the one end as he made sure it went around a couple of time. He expertly got it tight, his teeth pulling at the long strap. Your heart picked up again, throat felt dry and dehydrated and no matter how many times saliva went down your esophagus, it was not helping.
A small smirk tugged at his lips as he finished off the bondage â on himself. He licked his lips once, satisfied with the tightness and the knot. He glanced up at you again, a yearning shine behind his pupils as he moved.
Riki turned his back to the door, sitting down against the same wood you are against. He kicked the forgotten folders to the side with leg, his bonded hands came next to his head, hooking them onto the door handle.
He looked up at you by his side, at your struck face as you tried to realize what was going on.
"Y/Nâ"
You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline.
"Please."
Riki moaned, eyes furrowing and head meeting the hard door. Your eyes moved over his figure on their own. His hoodie that clung to him, the black sweats and the so obvious tent under them. He bucked his hips into the air, a whine escaping his parted lips.
You finally moved.
You shaky legs led you a step of two away from the door finally turned to face his layed out body at the floor. You scanned him again, shamelessly.
He looked so...
So submissive.
Definitely not the usual him. The usual energy he carried with himself whenever he entered a room.
You would lie if you said it didnt make your pussy throb. A mess in your panties getting even messier. Stickier.
Your eyes moved down to his white tidy sneakers right in front of your feet â you moved again. You kneeled down, drinking in this rare sight of him. Tied up, hands bonded on the handle right by his head.
He was now the one at your mercy. Your will.
And it made your body feel like it might overheat any second.
He observed you and the way you hesitantly moved. You so didn't know what you were doing. It made him scof under his breath, hiding his smirking mouth into one of his biceps' hanging in the air right by his face.
"Come here..."
He gestured with his chin towards him, finally pulling you out of your trance and the ogling at his layed out body. You were moving forward, on your knees and palms right over him. Your breath hitching the moment you crawled over, his scent close again.
You stopped when you reached his lap, eyes hesitantly glancing at the bulge before you sat down on his thighs. "Fuck baby, sit over it." Riki's knees raised from the ground, his hips bucking at the same time and you slid over to his hips. He hissed the moment you grazed his boner, cock pulsing and leaking already.
You on the other hand gasped, the sudden strong move from him made you almost crash onto his chest as you grabbed the sides of Riki's waist. You readjusted your glasses that threatened to fall of as your back straightened.
And that's when you realized how close you actually were. How his throbbing, rock hard bulge poked your covered pussy. Riki's breath ghosted your face before he uttered, low and seductive;
"Kiss me."
He smashed your lips together. His mouth devouring yours before you could even react. Your hands shot to his chest, resting there as hia tongue carresed your bottom lip asking your entrance â and you let him. His tongue mingled with your, stroking and circling the warm muscles around your cavity.
The wet sounds filled the space between you both. His expert tongue playing with yours so softly but demandingly. A soft moan vibrated between your clasped lips, getting swallowed by his hungry ones.
Your fingers tightened around the fabric of his clothes, fisting it as you got bolder with your moves â tilting the head and switching your sides, pressing your own tongue hard against his, gliding it with controlled force. He moaned into your mouth, letting you take over.
It was getting messy.
Saliva dripped down your chin as you kept savouring his taste. He was so sweet. Intoxicating and addictive. He kept on kissing you with all his might, trying to not loose himself in the moment too much. But you were making it hard.
Bubble of arousal grew in the pit of your stomach, goosebumps raised all over your warm skin. A tiny twitch against your core, pressed so firmly but still not quite, made your own hips wake up. They pressed hard against Riki's cock, a drag so sudden but still expected made him groan into your mouth.
You pulled back just slightly, breaths mingling and teasing the swollen lips. An unexplainable fire rose in you, fueling your whole being and running it on a high so new but tempting.
You glanced over his head, where his restrained wrists stood hanging. Riki grinned teasingly against your lips, eyes switching from your eyes down to your swollen lips. "I can't touch you." He spoke throght the grin, shaking his head cockily.
You didn't need a reminder because you fast enough moved yourseld from his lap, sitting lower on his thighs again. The tent was embarrassingly large, the dark material damp from both â him and you.
Riki licked his lips, gaze stuck to you and the way your lips parted as you stared at his lap. A small smirk made its way on his face, hips rolling experimently under your attention. It was enough for your hands to fist the baggy fabric right under the same painful bulge, slowly pulling it down.
Riki raised his hips, assisting your unsure self as the waistband of the sweats slowly went down and over his hard cock. He hissed, the tight band going over his sensitive tent, pressing on every crevice as you just simply pulled it down. It made him whine, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the unexpected friction.
You pulled it all the way over his throbbing cock, the waistband stopping right under it. You looked up at him again.
He looked ethereal.
Your eyes were back to the waiting bulge under the tight boxers. A damp patch larger and darker. You knew what was next. You wanted to do it. But you still hesitated.
You glanced at him for the nth time, waiting for him to say something, to guide you.
Riki said nothing. His lidded eyes stared back at you, hair messy, lips slick. But then he nodded. And it was all you needed. You shaky hands reached for the waistband under his hoodie, fingers grazing the hot skin of his pelvis before you pulled it down. Riki raised his hips again, making sure the band went lower as you pulled only the front down.
You gulped the moment his cock stood between you two. Hard, pulsing and red. It was leaking, slick coating it down to the base.
He was quiet. You stared.
The only thing filling the painful silence was your breathing. Small whiffs of air tgta escaped your nostrils trying to cool you off from the overwhelming heat that flooded your system.
You could feel yourself leak.
Oh God.
But then like a bullet hit you, fear enveloped you. You were both in the middle of a clean up. Tons of other student littered the campus wing you were at, moving around and making sure to finish it as fast as possible. It was already late.
What if someone walked in?
For real this time.
It could happen.
"What if someone walks in? Looking for us?"
Your soft voice broke the tense atmosphere. Adrenaline rushed through you, eyes stuck to Riki's. Still in his lap. Still with his cock right in front of you. And you didn't move.
He chuckled, eyes glimming with something so powerful and controlling. "Then let them see."
It made your breath hitch. The sudden warmth simmering at the pit of your abdomen. Harder. Faster. Riki catched the sudden stiffness of your thighs on his own, his cock twitching at the mere thought and anticipation of what you are going to do next â looking all innocent, clumsy, unsure on his lap. His rock hard length leaking more and more against his hoodie staining the black fabric.
You didn't need anything else said. You were too into your head. Too lost in the boiling, dangerous feeling that led you.
You raised your palm to Riki's lips, offered, open. Slowly. He stared at it, a smirk threatening to appear on his perfect lewd face. But he didnt let that happen. His gaze switched between your palm, right at his chin and your hungry but still unsure eyes.
He held the eye contact, lips coming over to your palm. He collected the warm saliva in his mouth â and let the glob of spit fall from his pursed lips right into your palm.
The sight was filthy.
And it got you going so bad.
Your hand moved down. Nervousness ate from the inside. But still you wrapped your hand around him, for the first time feeling the heaviness of his warm cock in your palm. He pulsed. A low whimper escaped Riki as you started stroking him âup, down, up down. Wetness mixed all over, his spit with his precum. It was sticky and messy.
You fingers gripped him with a delightful pleasure, mocking all the way up to his red tip and down till his base. "Shitâ" Riki cursed under his breath, eyes closed and head met the wood behind him. His arms in the air felt limp, all the blood rushing down to his pelvis as you pumped him, slowly.
"Faster, pleaseâ"
He whined. And you gradually sped up. The sound filled the room. Rikis chest moved rapidly, a thin layer of cold sweat emerged on his skin. Your hand was working him over so well. The pressure was perfect, the way your hand wrapped around him. It was all perfect.
You twisted your wrist when you got to the tip, collecting more of the sticky precum and he groaned. You met yourself free, delivering experimental squeezes as you kept gliding over him. You own arousal sticking to everything under your skirt â you underwear, your inner thighs. Hell, you even swear some of it dripped down to Riki's sweats.
Your hips grinded on their own in a search of friction but none of that came. You just humped the air, the way you were positioned on his lap made it hard to reach any kind of leverage, only if you moved over to straddle one of his thighs â but you didn't.
You kept on sensually rocking your hips, hand stroking him repeatedly. Riki felt himself almost lose his mind. The restraint on his wrists only fueling the pressure that formed gradually in his pelvis. His breathing sped up and with it your hand too. Your eyes were stuck to your moving palm and his throbbing cock.
Fuck.
You couldn't take it anymore. You want it inside of you.
Riki was on the verge of loosing his mind, he gritted his teeth at the mere feel of his release approaching. Hard breaths left his nose, eyes tight shut as he hid his face in his hanging upperarm.
"Don't let me come. Don't." He spoke through the harsh breaths, a peaking eye of his making sure you heard him. And you did. You glanced up to his flushed face. His lips were parted, gasping for air as he kept on holding your gaze, face in an attempt hidden in a sleeve of his hoodie.
You stopped.
He closed his eyes in recollection, head leaning back against the wood. His arms felt pliant, all the blood escaped the hanging limbs. They felt heavy. Heavier than they actually are. But you two just started.
Before Riki could even process anything else, your lips were on his. You devoured him right away. Your tongue fighting with his, the desperation radiating off you both. Your hands found their place on his shoulders, body moving closer to his torso, raising yourself so you tower over him. Smacking sounds filled the room, salivas mixing in a messy rhythm.
You moaned against Riki's mouth, your tongue felt too heavy with all the work. And he groaned back in response, cock twitching at the filthy kisses you two exchanged. He tugged at the strap that held him restrained before he pulled away from your lips, letting your tongue rest as he trailed his kisses down your jaw.
Your hands flew around his head, fingers playing with his hair at the back as you pressed yourself harder against him, exposing your neck to him. And he dived into it. Sticky openmouthed kisses were left down your skin. A moan escaped you, one strap of your tight top slid from your shoulder as Riki left a slight bite into it. He pulled back, just enough to get a look of your cleavage.
He licked his lips, muttering a low curse under his breath before he delivered a series of fast pecks all around your collarbones. "Yesâ" You moaned out, eyes shutting as you held him close to you. Fuck, you need his hands on you.
You want them on you.
But a glance at his tied up hands was enough for another forceful rush of arousal to sprint through your veins. Your cheeks were overheating, the room felt suffocatingly hot.
Another whine escaped you as his plump lips closed around the skin right on top of your right breast, sucking it hard and letting his tongue poke it repeatedly. "Shit Rikiâ"
He released it, a red mark blooming on the tender skin before he trailed his kisses up your neck, your jaw, before;
"I need you to ride me."
You nodded eagerly, still on the high of the make out. You released his hair, hand fast under your skirt. God...
You are dripping.
Everything is wet, damp.
You wasted no time in moving your panties to the side, a hurry never seen before that there was no time for the clothes off.
You raised yourself on your knees, hand hastily grabbing his wet cock. Riki hissed at the sensitivity of his lenght. Your greedy hand was fast to position him at your entrance, hips angling so he would slide in perfectly.
He stretched you so deliciously. A burn followed right away as you let yourself sink down on his cock, thighs trembling and breathing stopping all together. You inhaled sharply, pausing midway before you sinked down all the way till his balls. Riki groaned, lip between his teeth as he relished in the feeling of you wrapping around him, muscles tensing and adjusting.
"Fuck yeahâ"
Riki moaned, head slamming back against the door harshly. He bucked his hips, a sudden move making you tense.
Your fingers tightened onto the fabric of his hoodie, glasses sliding down as you took a deep breath.
You have never done this.
You never took control.
You never were the one to command.
So when Riki whined once again, lips parting as he uttered a desperate 'please' â it was all it took for you to start moving. You raised yourself, knees hurting against the ground as you slid up his dick, the wetness making the glide so smooth but still messy.
A breath of preparation entered your lungs before you lowered yourself down, a silent cry leaving you. Your pussy burned, the way he split you sent shivers down your spine. Your clit pulsed harshly with a need so insatiable it became unbearable.
You raised again, and then dropped.
Riki's breath hitched, fingers digging into his palms to try and control himself. To make sure he doesn't just turn you two over and fuck you senseless into the hard concrete floor right here until you cried. Until you begged him to give you more. Fill you with his warm cum till it sipped out of you.
But he kept his composure.
Letting you be the star today.
You picked up the rhythm gradually, moving on his lap with a amateur edge, sliding up, down, up, down. Your knees already hurting, thighs already burning. But the burning desire kept you going.
Breathless moans filled the room, Riki's curses joining in as you kept bouncing on him. "Fuckâ So good baby...Mmm..." He spoke through the haze that made his head lighter. He glanced down to where you two are connected but his view was ruined by your skirt.
The skirt that had hidden everything that is going on â the way your juices mixed creating this filthy sound that echoed the room, the way he split your tight pussy open as you kept on dropping down on his thick cock. It made him whine in frustration, eyes tightly shut as he threw his head back again.
Everything had you drunk on the moment.
Your light headedness, his scent. Him.
Bur most importantly, his big cock that was filling you up as you pleased. The sound of skin on skin reached your ears repeatedly, your fingers twitching against the fabric of his clothes. "Oh Godâ" You moaned out, hands moving to anchor you somewhere else. Until one of them somehow ended up on his neck.
His adams apple right under your palm as you delivered a subtle squeeze. It made him groan. He opened his eyes, lidded gaze meeting yours as you kept on moving over him. You squeezed your eyes in endurance. It was too much. You legs felt weird, too twitchy and weak. You slowed down, letting yourself take a breather through your parted lips, gasping for air as your walls tensed around Riki's shaft.
Riki watched all of it happen.
The sudden tiredness in your moves hitting you like a truck. The twitchiness of your pussy around him as you sunked down. He felt your fingers dip into the sides of his neck, nails making him quietly wince as you tried to keep it together. Really tried.
Your head lowered, shoulders slouching as the other hand was squeezed into a tight fist by his waist.
"Grind on me."
His deep voice snapped you out of your focus, making you blink away the tears that pricked at your eyes and look at him. "Huh?" You were caught confused, movement finally coming to a complete stop. "I said, grind. It will feel better." Riki spoke again, sternly. His chest moved rapidly, trying to catch his breath.
You blinked. Mind hazy and core on fire.
You moved your eyes down, releasing the fabric you clutched so hard by his side to adjust your glasses back in place. And you moved. Hand flew to grab the hem of his hoodie, raising it and exposing his lower pelvis. His v-line, his belly button and the faint lean abs that hid underneath.
It had you going insane, you hips found the new motion â better. You kept grinding against him, his cock hitting new placed inside of you, the feel of his sweaty skin against your clit as you grinded only added to the pleasure. It was better. Definitely better.
"Does it feel better?" Riki's asked teasingly.
"Mhm..."
Your answer was short, a eager nod paired with the sped up of your hips, eyes stuck to his flexing abdomen. Riki let his back slide a little down the door, giving you more room to move and himself a more comfortable position as you kept on rubbing yourself against him.
"Yeahâ That's right." He smirked, his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared at your moving hips. The damn skirt still in the way but not stopping him from imagining the way your wetness spread all over his pelvis ad your little clit dragged across it. The way your juices mixed, coating his heavy balls till oblivion as you kept on griding.
Your hand flexed around his neck, your body growing in temperature faster than you could imagine. A string of moans escaped you. The way his cock hit deeper than ever, the motion stimulating all the right places â your clit, your lips, your walls. You kept on moving back and forth, the hunger in your hips not persisting. "Fuck...Riki.." A whine erupted from you, chest felt tight and flaming with heat, your upper body pressed to his in the midst of it, gazes colliding in a dangerous flame. And he kept your eyes locked.
He nodded at you, reassuring the feeling that kept on growing in the put of your stomach. You let go of his neck hand coming down to anchor you at his waist as you kept on slamming his cock into you. Heavy breathing kept on ringing off the walls, heat overflowed the small space.
Your body felt like it will burst any second. Everything was overstimulating in the best sense possible. The feeling grew and grew, your pussy felt like it was on fire with each grind, your clit throbbed against his slick abdomen. The orgasm is close. So close.
You tensed your pelvic muscles, wanting it to last longer. Wanting to make him cum first. Since that's how it's supposed to go now â right? When he was the one on the receiving end, when he is the one that should be begging you to stop, that it's too much and he can't take it. Then why were you the one to almost scream out a plea as your body betrayed you.
Your pussy convulsed, quiet moans tore from your lips as your orgasm shook you to your core. Goosebumps pricked your sweaty skin, aggressive grinds against him followed. It onyl stimulated you more, prolonging the pleasure as you in the midst of it chanted out, your faces inches apart, breaths mixing;
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry â Im so sorry..."
The orgasm was at its highest, pussy convulsed around him as you grinded and grinded through it. Riki nodded reassuringly, eyes dancing between your lips and the lidded eyes that now and then closed tightly in embarrassment.
"It's okay. Ride it out. Ride it..." His voice trailed off, harsh breaths raising his chest as his fingers digged into his cold palms again. His own high approaching as you let yourself come undone on top of him, head almost nuzzling into his neck. You gradually slowed down, the remnants of the adrenaline still shaking your muscles. Your pussy was still recovering, convulsing around his shaft as you finally came to a stop.
You almost fell on his chest, harsh breaths trying to stabilize you. His length pulsed inside of you, your hips raised to get him out, the overstimulation was at its highest.
Riki's cock slipped out of you, it was followed a wince from you as your walls finally clamped together, your forehead almost hitting his shoulder before;
"Fuck..." He cursed under his breath, unhooked his arms from the handle. Blood finally rushed to the abandoned limbs as he started undoing the knot he himself so securely tied. His teeth pulled at the strap, somehow getting it loose before he pulled it off.
You slightly leaned away, still on his thighs, still wet and ruined as you observed his actions. Your blank face taking everything in. Riki rubbed one of his wrists, the strap left a deep, red, engraved indents in his skin. Riki's eyes met yours again, corner of his lips tugged upwards.
"You said you're sorry... Get on the chairs." He gestured with his chin behind you, right at the corner he was just earlier stacking the furniture. You looked over your shoulder. A couple of stacked chairs were right there by the high stacks. They were facing you, high enough for you to climb them but low enough for him.
You somehow pushed yourself up, legs felt like jelly as you moved across the storage room and right onto the chairs. You faced him, still breathing hard. Before you raised yourself up on the chairs Riki was already on his feet, steps fast enough bringing him over to you and he smashed your lips together. Roughly.
Your ass hit the edge of the top chair, hips moving back to sit on the stack as you both devoured each other. Riki's big palms held your face, his tongue poking at your mouth teasingly before he moved downy kissing your chin, than the jaw.
"Fuck, get on it and turn around." He spoke breathlessly between the kisses, pulling away to get a look at you. At your ruined face. The glossy eyes, glasses low on your nose, parted lips trying to catch your breath. His eyes glanced lower. Your chest. Your top straps falling off the shaky, burning shoulders.
A fucking fantasy.
You hummed in response, turning your back to him as your knee prompted you up onto the higher stack, effortlessly getting you up. Knees dug into the plastic, your hands shaky as they held onto the backrest of the same ones.
You are burning up.
It was all too much. Your head felt light, your body surrendering to the tremors that traveled through you with every breath your took.
But still you bent over.
The sharp plastic digging right under your chest, pressing against your ribs so uncomfortably. Moves of your lungs made it even harder to stay down â until you heard him, a smile audible in his tone.
"Good girl. Already knowing what to do."
Riki observed your back, the way it rose and suddenly faltered at his teasing words. You glanced back at him subtle over your shoulder and was met with him sizing you up, lip between his teeth as he drank you in.
Your heart skipped a beat, sudden nervousness arising in the deep of your pressed chest as you looked back to the floor and the furniture stacked up in front of you.
Riki's hands raised, palms pressing onto your hot skin right over the skirt. He carresed your hips, touch moving upwards. "What's up with you, huh?"
You gulped.
"Your style is...different today."
He reached your waist, the fight top letting you feel the roughness of his palms even over the fabric. "It suits you..." His voice trailed off as his hands rwched your bare shoulders, massaging them as his hips pressed against your ass. You felt it. His hard cock pressed against your skirt, heavy and needy.
He carresed your shoulders, feeling your skin prickled with goosebumps, his fingers hooked onto the bra straps tagt still clung to your skin, pushed them off as he continued to caress you, big palms sliding over to your collarbones. "But I like the baggy one better tho..." Your breathing hitched the moment he pressed harder against you, his strong form looming over you as his palms traveled lower and over your upperarms, tip of the fingers dipping into your bra cup. "It leaves more to the imagination honestly."
A exhale of pleasure left you when he cupped your breasts, pointer fingers moving over your nipples in a side to side motion as he kept on teasing the already hard peaks. Bra dug into your back harder with each move of his hands inside of it, switching from massaging to teasing your nipples. Another wave of heat overflowed you, arousal burning hotter then before between your drenches thighs. Your hips instinctively pushed back against him, his hard lenght resting right between your ass cheeks as he kept on playing with your tits.
"Please..."
You uttered out, eyes closed in pure ecstasy at the feel of his hands against you. It was even better then you imagined. His slender fingers worked you over into another dimension, his closeness adding to the high. "Impatient, are we?" Riki cocked his head to the side, gaze wandering down your back and the arch as you kept backing up on him. He pinched your nipples one last time before his hands pulled out from your bracup, earning a whine of protest at the loss of touch.
His hands were fast onto the hem of your skirt, raising it around your waist and finally revealing you. It was honestly embarrassing what a mess you were down there it made his brows shot up in amusement. "Damn..." His eyes drank in everything. The wetness coating your skin, your ass, the back of your thighs. Poor excuse of a underwear drenched like it was under a fucking faucet, stuck to every inch of crevices.
"Got this wet from bouncing on me just earlier?"
His finger traveled lower, hooking into the underwear right over your swollen pussy. The mild contact of his finger as it hooked onto it made you gasp in surprise. "Need these off." He peeled it off of you, getting it down your hips and your thighs. You raised your knees one by one, assisting him at getting them off fast. He didn't bother to throw it on the ground, instead leaving the tiny fabric clinging to one of your ankles.
You were now completely bare under his gaze. Riki watched the way you clenched around nothing, pulsing under he simplicity of his gaze. It made him chuckle. You were too far gone, everything felt like it could get you over the edge, a desperate whine reached his ears, urging him to do something. And he finally did.
The fat head of his cock pressed against your entrance, teasing the slick hole with the slight shift of his hips. You moaned out,fingers gripping the back of the chair. "This skirt irritated me so much earlier. Couldn't see shit when you rode me."
He pressed harder, the tip for swallowed by your walls. You hummed in response, fingers twitching against the plastic, body leaning down harder against the backrest. He moved forward harsher, letting his whole length enter you. You moaned when he filled you, the familiar stretch sending you completely drooling. He started moving, tip kissing your walls repeatedly as he fucked you with certainty and sterness. "You are taking me so good..."
Riki praised but with an invisible teasing edge. His hands found your hips, not pushing or pulling, just resting there. Your hips backed up against him and the overwhelming thrusts he delivered. He groaned the moment you squeezed him, but then â
A sound of steps and laughter right in the hallway. You froze. Riki didnt stop. The way he split you made it hard to completely surrender to the fear that bashed over you. He leaned over, fucking into you harder, faster â like he enjoyed this.
One of his arms found it's place beside your trembling hands that gripped the chair, breath fanning your ear. "You better stay quiet. Don't want them to see thisâ" He moved the hair from your ear, eyes scanning the furrowed brows and closed eyes as you tried to control the sounds that threatened to escape you.
He bit down on your earlobe, hot breath luring out a low, almost inaudible moan. "See me destroying this pussy so good, yeah?" Your breath hitched, blood rushing to your already swollen and throbbing clit as you bit your lip. "Or you do want that?" He left a slow, torturous lick on your ear, hips not faltering. You shook your head, eyes squeezing harder at the sudden knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Riki's cock pulsed, the sudden tenseness in your muscles luring out a deep chuckle from him.
"Yes you do."
The steps faded in the hall, laughter already inaudible in the midst of the shallow breaths of yours. "You would love that. Letting everyone know we fuck on the low. No one having a fucking clue about what we do when alone."
He panted against your ear, his hand tangled into your hair , fingers tugging at the roots. Your neck strained, head pulled back against his shoulder. He delivered a kiss to the side of your neck, lips brushing the place he just smooched. "You love this so much, baby. You just fucking love it."
You pressed your lips together, nostrils flaring at the big inhale you took. Your system felt like it was overheating, the constant pulsing of your clit made it overstimulating, the sweat that clung to your skin made it all too disgusting.
But you did love it.
His hips smacked and smacked against you, his cock reaching places and abusing spots that you never before knew existed. A moan slipped when he kept his rhythm constant. "Have nothing to say?" He smirked, hand coming over to smack you asscheek. A red hand print blooming as he squeezed the place, feeling your flesh in his palm. You moaned again,hips moving to meet his.
A burning sensation spilled down your core, everything felt sensitive as the knot grew. His thrusts sent you jolting against the chair, plastic digging into your ribs so painfully but that didn't matter. Not now. "Ahhâ I'm...." You couldn't even bring yourself over to finish the sentence, to at least utter it out before your toes curled, back arched more against him a she keot on pounding you from the back. It all spilled over.
Your walls fluttered around him, a high moan escaped you as every seemed to shut down for a moment. Your ears ringed, a string of pleas and his name echoed the room, bouncing off the concrete walls as you same undone. "Shitâ" He muttered, hips not faltering as he slammed into you mercilessly, making you take it as your moans lowered. "Yesyesyesâ! Riki!"
You shamelessly moaned, your body spasming whole as the pressure easied. Everything felt lighter, your own body twitching as your hips moved back against him. A hand came to bring your glasses in place, fingers clenching them hard.
"Fuck..."
You cursed low under your breath, eyelids softly opening as you somehow mustered the strength. His thrust continued. A hand holding onto your waist as he chased his own release. His cock throbbed, pants left his slick lips. Riki's eyes closed, his exhale almost a warning as he cursed under his breath. You wanted to endure it. You did. But your limbs felt heavy, your pussy burning uncomfortably with each slide of his cock into you. You glanced over your shoulder, a tender touch over his hand;
"Riki... I can't take it..." You muttered out in a whine, his fingers dug into your waist beforeâ
"Fuck, turn around and get on your knees."
He spat out, quickly pulling out as you hurriedly turned, sliding down from the chairs. Your legs felt like jelly, walls fluttering as they met again. The stickiness between your thighs almost making you grimace. Your knees met the floor with a thumb so loud but still quiet. Your eyes looked up and there he was right over you, tall frame swallowing you as his hand was fast around his hard and leaking cock. He stroked it. Fast. The other hand coming to the side of your face, getting the messy hair away, thumb pushing at your glasses in place.
Fuck, your glasses.
It had him weak.
His fingers tangled into your hair, chest moving with rapid short breaths as he felt the pressure rise in his abdomen. He moved over closer, one foot coming in between your knees as he kept on stroking himself right over your face. The slick sounds so loud for no reason.
Your hands found his thighs, holding yourself up so you wouldn't fall over since the tremors still shook you. "Fuckâ Open that pretty mouth for me."
And you did.
You opened wide, tongue sticking out and ready to be painted with his cum. It made him groan, the pressure at the brink of releasing. And a glance at your eyes behind the glasses, looking so lost and dazed but still slutty enough as you looked him straight in the eyes was enough.
He pulled your mouth against him with a deep groan, thrusting into the welcoming warmth as the pressure snapped. Your slick cavity taking the jets of white as he kept fucking it into your throat.
You almost gagged, the thick fluid sticky and salty making you close your eyes in endurance. Tears pricked at your eyes, shoulders shook as he kept on pulling you against him. He moaned once he pulled out, forcing your head back to look at your face as you sniffed.
"Open."
He spoke sharply, feline eyes scanning your ruined face. Cheeks wet and warm, lashes damp and glasses still there but a quite erotic detail to everything.
You gulped down the thick semen, a grimace almost making its way to your face before you parted your lips, tongue went out.
You swallowed everything. All of it.
Riki let out a satisfied but still amused. "Good fucking girl." He patted your cheek, a inhale of recollection left him as he threw his head back and released his grip on you. You gulped, legs trembling as you got yourself up, the chairs your were just earlier on providing a leverage. You pulled the straps of your bra and top back up, the skirt feel into the place alone.
You wiped your nose, a weird heavy feeling still present on your tongue.
Riki got his hands through his blonde hair, pushing it back off his sweaty forehead. His hands were fast to tuck himself back into the underwear, pulling the sweats back into place. The subtle stains of fluid clinging to his hoodie and the sweatpants, more visible against the black fabrics.
"Shit." He cursed, his hands passing over then in a poor attempt of getting it off. But it was till there. Yeah, he has to sprint to the bathroom before anyone sees him.
You adjusted your self in silence, moving like you were afraid to make any noise. Afraid of actually becoming visible to him.
Like he didn't just rearrange your insides.
You reached down for your underwear tagt was ruined anyway, pulling it up your legs slowly and silently.
Riki finally looked at you, scanning the way you made small moves. Small and unsure. He turned away, steps carrying him towards the door. His hand was on the handle, ready to finally step out of the suffocating room that carried fragments of what just happened.
He paused.
Your eyes were stuck to his back, waiting for him to exit. To not even spare you glance.
Riki glanced over his shoulder, your eyes meeting as he turned toward you, hand still on the handle. Your breath hitched, eyes avoiding his intimidating gaze. He scanned you head to toe, faltering for a moment on your tremoring thighs.
"About the tutoring...I will text you so we can continue."
And he moved out of the room, leaving you confused and shaky. But even after everything, what scared you the most was the sincere and soft tone he said that with. A small smile at the end too.
Riki made his way straight to the bathroom, his steps hurried and eyes making sure there is no one else around. As he made his way down the hallway one thing kept bugging at him.
He wondered and didn't know,
What kind of relationship you two got into without each one of you even consenting to or acknowledging?
But he knew for sure,
He's going to have his fun.
âââ
! this is all work of fiction. in no way this is a representation of enhypen members nor do I believe this is how they behave in real life or condone these actions!
i fucking drooled, jumped, giggled, cackled, kicked my feet, acted like a victorian woman seeing ankles for the first time bcs today has been shitty asf and this js cheered me up
éťçŠç âââ "I need you. need your attention. need you to look at me like this." Jungwon is your boyfriend who always drinks, and when he does, he shows up at your door and can't help but get horny because of how much he thinks about you.
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The lamp on your nightstand cast a warm, half-orange glow across the room, the kind of light that made everything feel softer and sleepier than it actually was.
You were sprawled on your stomach, knees bent, feet kicking lazily in the air while your highlighter scratched across the pages of your notebook.
Music played low through your earbuds, another practice test. another set of formulas you kept rereading because your brain refused to focus.
It was 9:57 p.m.
You hadn't heard from Jungwon since he texted at eight saying he'd just clocked out.
No "on my way", no meme, no nothing.
Not that it surprised you. he did this sometimesâdisappeared into his own world after work, especially on nights when the shift ran long.
A sharp buzz cut through the music.
You paused, pulling one earbud out. the doorbell rang again, impatient.
You sighed, rolling off the bed and tugging down the hem of your oversized sleep shirt.
The pajama shorts rode up your thighs as you slid your feet into fuzzy slippers. "coming" you muttered to yourself, already knowing who it was.
When you opened the door, Jungwon was leaning against the frame like he belonged there.
Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, black t-shirt slightly damp at the collar from his possible shower. his cheeks were flushed, the tips of his ears redder than usual.
That familiar sweet-sharp scent of alcohol hit you before he even moved.
He smiledâslow, a little crooked, the one that always made your stomach flip even when you were pissed.
"Hi, baby" he said, voice low and warm, already stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.
His hand came up gently, palms cupping your cheeks like you were something delicate.
Before you could say anything, he tilted your face up and kissed you. not soft. not careful. the kind of kiss that tasted like decisions he'd made without you.
His body pressed forward, guiding you back until your shoulders met the wall with a quiet thud. one of his hands slid down to your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt just enough to brush warm skin.
You turned your head, breaking the kiss with a small push against his chest.
"Jungwon⌠you reek of alcohol" you complained, wrinkling your nose. the sharp, fruity alcohol clung to him even after the shower. "how much did you drink?"
He let out a soft laugh, forehead resting against yours. he didn't pull back. his breath fanned across your lips, warm and sweet.
"Not that much" he murmured. "just enough."
You slipped out from between him and the wall, closing the front door behind him with a click.
The apartment felt smaller with him in itâhis presence always did that. you crossed your arms, leaning against the back of your couch.
"I thought you said you were tired after work. that you were just gonna go home and crash."
"I was." he shrugged, kicking off his shoes by the door. his eyes never left you. "then i started thinking about you. and once i start, i can't really stop."
He moved closer again, no concept of personal space tonight.
His fingers found the edge of your shorts, tracing the fabric like it was distracting him. you could see the glaze in his eyes, that hazy focus he got whenever the drinks hit just right.
He always got like thisâneedy, single-minded, like the entire world narrowed down to whatever part of you he could touch.
"Won, we talked about this" you said, voice quieter now. there was frustration there, but it was already mixing with something warmer, something that made you hate yourself a little. "i told you it bothers me when you show up like this. you said you'd slow down."
He hummed, not really agreeing or disagreeing.
Instead he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind when you tried to step away, chin hooking over your shoulder. his chest pressed against your back, solid and still radiating shower heat.
"I know" he whispered against your neck. "and i'm sorry. my phone died on the way here anyway. couldn't even text you i was coming."
His lips brushed your skinâlight, almost innocent, except for the way his hand slowly slid up your stomach under your shirt. "missed you too much tonight. work was fucking long. all i kept thinking about was coming here⌠seeing you like this."
You exhaled sharply, trying to ignore how good his voice sounded when it dropped like that. "that's not fair. you can't just ignore what i say because you're drunk and horny."
"I'm not drunk" he protested softly, but the way he nuzzled into your neck said otherwise. "just⌠had a couple. enough to know i needed to see my girl."
His fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, suggestive but not demanding. not yet. "you're studying late again?"
You nodded, glancing toward your bedroom door. the orange lamp was still glowing in there like a beacon. "yeah. practice tests. i've got that big entrance exam coming up."
He made a sympathetic noise, but you could tell half his brain wasn't really listening.
The other half was busy pressing closer, hips shifting against you in a way that felt too intentional. his grip tightened just a fraction.
"You work so hard" he murmured. "proud of you. come here."
He turned you in his arms again, backing you gently toward the couch.
You let himâbecause saying no to Jungwon when he was like this was harder than it should've been.
He dropped down first, pulling you into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. his hands settled on your thighs, thumbs stroking the bare skin just under the hem of your shorts.
"Jungwon" you started, trying to keep your tone steady. "i'm serious. this thing with you drinking after work⌠it's getting old. i worry about you. and then you show up like this and it feels like you don't even hear me.â
He looked up at you, dark eyes softer now, almost pleading in that cat-like way he had. one hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear.
"I do hear you" he said quietly. "i'm trying, baby. today was just⌠rough. needed something to take the edge off. but i'm here now. with you. that's what matters, right?"
You wanted to argue. you wanted to push him off and tell him that no, that wasn't what matteredâthat his habit was starting to scare you a little, that the smell of beer on his breath made your chest tight.
But he was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed tonight. his fingers kept moving, slow and soothing on your thighs, and his other hand rested possessively at the small of your back.
"You're annoying" you muttered, but there was no real heat left in it.
He grinned, that playful, slightly tipsy smile breaking through. "yeah? still letting me stay though."
You rolled your eyes, but your hands had already found his shoulders, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.
He smelled like beer and his usual clean soap, a stupidly intoxicating mix. when he leaned in again, slower this time, you didn't stop him.
The kiss was deeper, lazier. his tongue brushed yours and you tasted the faint sweetness of the alcohol he'd had. it should've turned you off.
It didn't.
When he pulled back, his lips were shiny, breathing a little heavier.
"Missed this" he whispered. "missed you all fucking day."
You sat there in his lap, heart beating too fast, part of you was still annoyedâreally annoyedâthat he'd done it again.
That he'd brushed off your concerns with that soft voice and those gentle hands like he always did. but another, louder part was already melting into him, letting his warmth chase away the lonely quiet of your apartment.
"Stay the night?" he asked, voice low against your ear. his fingers slipped just a little higher on your thighs, teasing the line where skin met fabric.
Not pushing, just⌠reminding you he was here. solid. needy. yours.
You sighed, pressing your forehead to his.
"Yeah" you said finally. "but we're talking about this tomorrow. for real."
"Mhm" he hummed, already kissing the corner of your mouth. "tomorrow."
You knew he probably wouldn't bring it up first.
He never did.
But right now, with his hands on you and his attention wrapped completely around you like this, it was hard to care as much as you should.
You stayed in his lap for a long minute, the weight of his hands on your thighs keeping you anchored.
The beer on his breath mixed with the scent of his skin, was annoyingly comforting.
Eventually you shifted, pressing your palms to his chest to create a little space.
"You want something to eat?" you asked, voice still soft. "i have ramyeon or i can make you toast or something. you probably haven't eaten since work."
Jungwon shook his head slowly, eyes half-lidded as his fingers traced lazy lines up and down the sides of your thighs. his touch stayed light, but it was constant, like he couldn't help himself.
"Not hungry"he murmured. "no appetite right now." his hands slid higher, slipping under the hem of your sleep shorts to squeeze the soft skin there. "just want you."
You let out a quiet breath, trying not to react too obviously. he leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"I want to do it" he whispered, low and rough, the words warm against your skin.
Your stomach tightened. you sighed, half-frustrated, half-something else entirely.
"Jungwon⌠the last time we did it here, Mrs. Park from next door literally banged on the wall. she complained about the 'noise' for like three days after."
He let out a soft, amused chuckle against your neck, the sound vibrating through you. his fingers kept stroking your thighs, thumbs pressing in slow circles.
"Mrs. Park?" he smirked, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "she's probably pissed because she hasn't had dick in decades."
You smacked his chest lightly, trying not to laugh. "you're awful."
"What? it's true." his grin was playful, a little mean in that tipsy way. "but fine. if you're worried, you can bury your face in the pillows this time. or i can cover your mouth for you." his voice dropped lower. "i don't mind. i like when you're loud, but i can be good."
You exhaled sharply, shifting in his lap. the way he said it so casually, so confident, made heat crawl up your neck.
"Stop..." you said, trying to hold onto the frustration that was quickly slipping away. "showing up drunk and looking for sex every time you miss me. it's not fair, Won. i told you it bothers me."
His expression softened immediately.
The playful smirk faded into something gentler, almost vulnerable. he wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled you closer until your chest pressed against his.
One hand rubbed slow circles on your back under your shirt, the other resting high on your thigh again, fingers brushing dangerously close to the edge of your shorts.
"Baby" he murmured right against your ear, voice low and soothing. "that's not what this is. i would never come here just for that. you know me better than that."
He kissed the spot just below your ear, soft and lingering. "i haven't seen you since yesterday. all day at work i kept thinking about you. how quiet it gets when you're not around. i just⌠i need you. need your attention. need you to look at me like this."
His hand on your back slipped higher, tracing your spine with gentle fingertips.
The touch was intimate, almost tender. you felt yourself leaning into him without meaning to.
"I miss my girl" he continued, murmuring softly, lips brushing your skin with every word. "not just your body. i miss your voice, the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, the way you get all focused when you're studying. i just want to be close to you tonight. is that so bad?"
You swallowed hard. the guilt crept in even though you knew you weren't the one who'd been drinking. his voice was so convincing, so sweet and a little sad, that the anger you'd felt earlier started dissolving.
"I know youâre trying to study" he added, still stroking your back in that slow, hypnotic rhythm. "i can help you. i'll be your tutor for the night. we can go over your notes together." he smiled against your neck.
"And in return⌠you just have to kiss me. a lot. non-stop, actually."
You let out a breathy laugh despite yourself. "that's not really a fair trade."
"It is" he insisted, pulling back to look at you with those dark, slightly glassy eyes. his hand squeezed your thigh gently. "because i'm a really good tutor. and i'm very motivated tonight."
You could feel the tension humming between youâthe way his body stayed warm and solid under yours, the way he kept touching you like he needed the contact to breathe.
Part of you still knew this was the same pattern: he drank, he got needy, he showed up, he smoothed over your worries with that soft voice and those careful hands.
But right now, with him looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his entire day, it was hard to push him away.
"JungwonâŚ" you started, but it came out weaker than you wanted.
He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then back to your ear.
"Just let me stay close to you" he whispered. "please, baby. i'll behave..."
His fingers traced higher on your thigh again, teasing but not crossing any lines yet.
You knew you'd probably regret not pushing harder on the drinking thing tomorrow. but tonight? tonight it was getting harder and harder to remember why you were supposed to be mad.
You finally gave in with a small nod. "fine. but we're actually studying for a bit first"
Jungwon's eyes lit up like you'd just promised him the world.
He followed you down the short hallway to your bedroom, his hand resting low on your back the entire way, fingers occasionally slipping under the hem of your sleep shirt to brush bare skin.
You moved quickly, pulling the curtains shut tight, then pushed some notebooks aside to make room on the bed.
You climbed onto the mattress first, settling with your back against the headboard and pulling your laptop onto your thighs.
Jungwon dropped down right beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours and his arm draped behind your shoulders.
"So" he said, voice low and interested, tilting his head toward the screen. "what's this for?"
"It's for my extracurricular p.e academy" you explained, opening the slideshow. "we have to do a very basic presentation on bones and muscles. how they work together, common injuries, basic anatomy stuff."
Jungwon nodded, genuinely attentive even with the alcohol haze in his eyes. "that's actually cool. i admire the hell out of you for still grinding like this when vacation's basically here. most people would've checked out already."
You shrugged, a little embarrassed by the praise. "the presentation itself is pretty much done. i just need to memorize the flow and not sound like a robot when i'm up there."
"Easy" he said confidently, scooting even closer until his chin almost rested on your shoulder. "i got you. let's go through it."
For the next twenty minutes or so, he actually helped. he listened while you ran through the main sections, then started quizzing you gently on the bone groupsânothing too intense, just the basics. "carpals⌠tarsals⌠what about the femur again?"
His voice was calm and patient, the same tone he used when he was completely focused on something he cared about. every time you got one right, his hand would reward you with a slow stroke down your arm or a gentle squeeze on your thigh.
But after a while the boredom crept in. you leaned your head back against the headboard and let out an exaggerated groan.
"Ughhh, it's so easy on paper but it feels boring as fuck when i have to say it out loud" you complained sarcastically, rubbing your temples. "i think i'm getting a stress headache just looking at these slides."
Jungwon watched you for a second, then reached over and gently closed the laptop.
He set it on the nightstand without a word, his movements smooth and deliberate. the sudden lack of the screen's blue light made the orange lamp feel even more intimate, softer.
"You look stressed" he murmured, turning toward you fully. one hand came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw. "way too tense for this late at night."
You sighed, the sound heavier than you meant it to be. "maybe because someone showed up tipsy and keeps distracting meâŚ"
He laughed quietly, the sound warm and a little raspy. without warning, he dipped his head and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
His lips brushed the sensitive skin there once, teasing, before he opened his mouth and started suckingâslow, deliberate pulls that sent little sparks down your spine.
You could feel the faint scrape of his teeth, the wet heat of his tongue as he worked on a spot that would definitely leave a mark tomorrow.
Your hand flew to his hair, fingers threading through the soft dark strands. you didn't pull, just held on, gripping lightly as your breathing changed.
"JungwonâŚ" you breathed.
He hummed against your neck, sucking a little harder before switching to a new spot just below the first. his free hand slid up your thigh again, higher this time, fingertips slipping under the edge of your pajama shorts but stopping just short of anything more.
"When Mrs. Park starts banging on the wall" you managed, voice shaky with a mix of amusement and heat, "you're the one explaining the noise. not me."
Jungwon pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny and curved into a lazy smirk.
His eyes were darker now, pupils blown wide. "don't worry about her" he whispered, voice low and rough. "i'll keep you quiet."
The way he said it hit you right in the gut. you literally felt your stomach flip, a deep warmth pooling low in your belly as your thighs pressed together on instinct.
The casual promise in his tone made your whole body react, a sharp throb of anticipation that made you shift on the sheets.
He noticed, of course. he always noticed.
"Yeah?" he asked softly, reading your face like a book. his hand on your thigh squeezed, thumb stroking dangerously close to where you were starting to ache. "you like that idea?"
You didn't answer right away, just tightened your grip in his hair. he took it as encouragement and leaned back in, kissing and sucking down the side of your neck while his other hand slipped under your sleep shirt.
His palm was warm against your stomach, sliding up slowly until his fingers brushed the underside of your bra. he didn't go further, just traced the edge, teasing.
The room felt smaller.
His damp hair, the flush still visible on his ears and cheeks, the way his gray sweatpants were starting to look tighter. you could feel how hard he was against your leg, but he wasn't rushing. he was savoring this, drawing it out on purpose.
"You're so pretty when you're trying to focus" he murmured against your collarbone, pressing a wet kiss there. "but i like you better like this⌠all soft and needy for me."
"I'm not needy" you protested weakly, even as your back arched a little into his touch.
Jungwon chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "sure you're not."
His fingers kept exploringâlight, feather-soft touches that promised more but never quite delivered. he nipped at your neck again, then soothed the spot with his tongue. "but you're letting me mark you up anyway. and you're not stopping me."
You tugged his hair gently, pulling him up so you could look at him.
His lips were red, eyes glassy with want and alcohol, but the way he stared at you felt heavier than just the beer. like he really had been thinking about you all day.
Like being here, touching you, was the only thing that mattered.
Still, that small knot of frustration lingered in your chest.
"You always do this" you said quietly, the words slipping out before you could hold them back. "drink, then show up, then make me forget why i was annoyed."
Jungwon's expression softened again. he leaned in and kissed you properly this timeâslow, deep. when he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.
"I know" he whispered. "i'm sorry, baby. i just⌠needed you tonight. all of you." his hand stroked your side soothingly. "let me make you feel good. we can go slow. i'll keep you quiet." he smiled against your lips.
"Whatever you need."
Your heart hammered.
His fingers kept movingâtracing your ribs, your hip, the waistband of your shortsâbuilding that slow, aching tension without ever crossing the line you hadn't given him permission for yet.
The apartment was quiet except for your shared breathing and the faint city noise outside the closed curtains. Mrs. Park was probably already in bed.
Your notes were forgotten. the only thing that existed right now was Jungwon's warm body pressed against yours, his mouth on your neck, and the heavy promise of what he wanted to do to you.
He kissed you again, slower this time, like he had all night.
And you let him.
You pulled away from his mouth just long enough to stand up, legs a little unsteady. his eyes on you.
Jungwon seated on the edge of the bed, watching you with that heavy, half-lidded gaze as you crossed the room and clicked the bedroom door shut.
The soft snick of the lock felt louder than it should have.
You turned around and walked straight to him and swung a leg over his lap, straddling him properly.
The second your bodies aligned, his hands found your waist, pulling you down against him as your mouths crashed together again.
This kiss was differentâdeeper, messier, hungry.
His lips were soft but insistent, parting yours instantly so his tongue could slide in, hot and tasting faintly of alcohol. he kissed like he'd been thinking about it for hours: slow, filthy strokes of tongue, gentle sucks on your bottom lip, then deeper again, tilting his head to get a better angle.
Wet sounds filled the quiet roomâsoft clicks and low hums as saliva slicked between your mouths.
You could feel him breathing harder through his nose, his chest rising against yours while his hands roamed your waist, hips, and up your back under your shirt, fingertips pressing into bare skin like he needed to memorize every inch.
You gripped his hair tighter, almost desperately now, tugging the soft strands as you rolled your hips once against the hardness growing beneath you.
Jungwon let out a quiet, needy sound into your mouth, something between a whine and a groan, his fingers digging harder into your hips.
After what felt like foreverâtongues tangled, lips swollen, breaths sharedâyou finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting you for a second before it broke.
Without asking, your hands dropped to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down impatiently along with his boxers just enough to free him.
Jungwon let out a breathy laugh, forehead resting against yours. "thought you didn't want to do this while i'm tipsy."
"Shut up before i change my mind" you muttered, voice already hoarse.
He didn't argue. in one smooth motion he reached back and yanked his black t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor.
You pushed his pants and boxers lower, eyes dropping shamelessly to drink him inâhis toned chest and abs, the sharp V-lines disappearing downward, and his cock, hard and flushed, resting heavy against his lower stomach.
You leaned in and bit down on his collarbone, not too hard but enough to make him hiss and whine softly under you, hips twitching up.
"FuckâbabyâŚ"
Jungwon's hands moved with surprising gentleness despite the hunger in his eyes. he helped you out of your sleep shirt, then unhooked your bra with practiced fingers, sliding the straps down your arms.
His gaze softened with that familiar warmth as he looked at youâreal affection mixed with raw want. he hooked his thumbs into your pajama shorts, pulling it down your legs.
When the fabric caught at your knees, he helped ease them the rest of the way off.
His eyes caught on your panties. a small, genuine smile broke through the lust.
"Are those new?" he asked, voice low and amused. "never seen you wear ones with little pinky bows before. if this was my early christmas present, i'm fucking lucky."
You huffed a laugh and turned around in his lap instead of answering, settling back against his chest.
You braced your feet on the cool floor, your ass nestled directly over his cock, grinding slowly back against him in a slow, teasing roll.
The position let you feel every inch of himâhot, hard, and throbbingâpressed between your cheeks while you moved.
Jungwon groaned quietly, the sound turning into a soft whine as his hands returned to your waist. his long, pretty fingers stroked up and down your sides and back, caressing your skin with reverence.
He didn't grab or rush. he just touchedâtracing your spine, squeezing your hips, running his palms over the curve of your ass while you kept that lazy, sensual grind going.
Every roll of your hips made his cock slide against your wetness, coating him.
"You're so beautiful..." he whispered against your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses there. "look at youâŚ"
The grinding stretched on, slow and torturous.
Your breathing grew heavier, the slick sounds of skin against skin filling the room.
Jungwon's hands never stopped movingâgentle on your waist, occasionally brushing higher to cup your breasts lightly, thumbs grazing your nipples without fully focusing there yet. he was letting you set the pace, even as his cock twitched and leaked against you.
After several long minutes, his voice came out rough near your ear.
"You ready, baby?"
You turned your head just enough to look back at him, flashing a playful, wicked little smile. Jungwon let out a soft laugh, the sound melting into another needy whine as you shifted.
He reached between you, fingers carefully sliding your panties to the side without taking them off. the head of his cock nudged against your entrance, slipping easily through your folds. he groaned low.
"Baby⌠you're so creamy already" he murmured, voice thick with want. "all this for me?"
His hands settled firmly on your waist. you took a slow breath and began sinking down onto him, inch by inch, the stretch burning so good.
Both of you moaned quietlyâhis a soft, broken whine, yours more breathyâas you took him all the way until your ass was flush against his lap.
He filled you completely, pressing right against that spot that made your toes curl against the cold floor.
"Easy"Jungwon whispered, kissing your shoulder. "don't hurt yourself, okay? go slow."
You started movingâlifting up and sinking back down in steady, deep strokes, still facing away from him.
The angle was perfect; every downward motion dragged him against every sensitive part inside you. Jungwon wrapped his arms around your body, pulling your back flush against his chest.
One arm banded across your stomach, the other hand moving up to knead and tease your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers exactly how you liked.
"Touch me more" you breathed, voice shaky. "i want your hands all over me."
He obeyed instantly, like he'd been waiting for permission. one hand stayed on your chest, pinching and soothing, while the other slid down between your legs, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease.
His hips rocked up to meet yours, not thrusting hard but matching your rhythm so every movement hit deeper.
"That's it" he murmured, lips against your neck. "just like that, baby. you feel so good⌠so fucking tight and warm around me."
He kept talking in that low, quiet wayâmostly soft instructions, mixed with those pretty little whines every time you clenched around him.
"You're doing so well⌠look at you taking all of me." his fingers circled your clit faster, the other hand squeezing your breast as he sucked another mark into your shoulder.
The position kept you completely full, every roll and bounce stimulating you from the inside while his hands worked your body from the outside.
Sweat was already starting to slick your skin where you pressed together. Jungwon's breathing was ragged against your ear, but he never rushed.
He just held you close, fucking you deep and steady, giving you everything you asked for while finally getting what he'd been craving since he showed up at your door.
The bedroom felt alive with sound.
Wet, filthy noises filled the air every time you sank down onto him â the slick, creamy sounds of your pussy taking every inch of Jungwon's cock.
You were soaked, embarrassingly so, and the way he stretched you left no room for anything else.
Each roll of your hips made an obscene squelch as he rubbed against your walls, the head of his dick kissing deep, right up against your cervix.
You leaned forward slowly, hands bracing on his thighs, chasing a deeper angle. the change made him slide against a new spot that had your toes curling against the cold floor.
Jungwon groaned, low and needy. his hands slid up your arms, fingers wrapping around your wrists for a moment before he tugged you back hard against him.
The sudden pull forced you down fully onto his cock, burying him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
"Ahâfuck" you moaned, biting your lip hard to try and stay quiet. it didn't work. the sound slipped out anyway, needy and broken.
"Shhh, baby⌠i know" Jungwon whispered right against your ear, voice sweet and raspy, laced with a whine. "you're taking me so deep like this. feel so fucking good squeezing around me."
He rocked up into you, grinding rather than thrusting, letting you feel every thick inch.
Your head falling back against his shoulder. "right thereâ⌠don't stop."
Jungwon let out a soft, pretty whine, the sound vibrating against your back. "yeah? you like it when i'm this deep?"
He kissed the side of your neck, sucking lightly while his hips kept that steady, filthy rhythm. "you're doing so well for me... but we're just getting started, okay? hold on for me."
The slap of skin on skin grew louder, wetter.
Every time your ass met his lap it made a messy sound, your arousal coating his cock and dripping down onto his balls. you tried to keep riding him properly, but your legs started burning, movements turning sloppy and desperate.
Jungwon noticed immediately.
Without warning, he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you off him carefully but quickly.
You whimpered at the emptiness, but he was already guiding you down onto the bed on your back.
He settled between your spread legs, hovering over you. his larger frame covered yours as he caught both your wrists in one of his big hands and pinned them above your head against the mattress.
He looked down at you, eyes dark and glassy from the lust, but still so full of that soft affection that was so distinctly him.
"Gonna take care of you like this now" he murmured.
He reached down with his free hand, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your clit in slow circles, teasing until you squirmed.
Then he lined himself up and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself completely. the new angle made you arch off the bed with a choked moan.
Jungwon started fucking you again â fast and deep, hips snapping forward with precision. each thrust punched the air out of your lungs and made the wet sounds even louder in the quiet room.
He watched your face the entire time, eyes drinking in the way your brows furrowed and your lips parted with every stroke.
"⌠Look at you" he breathed, voice breaking into another whine as he drove deeper. "so pretty when you're getting fucked like this."
You moaned louder than you meant to. he quickly slipped two fingers from his free hand into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue gently.
"Suck." he whispered, voice sweet even as he kept pounding into you. "stay quiet for me, baby. just for a little longer.",
You obeyed, sucking on his fingers while he fucked you harder, the bed starting to creak softly beneath you. his whines grew a little louder, more frequent â those needy, breathy sounds that always slipped out when he felt really good.
He was trying to be quiet too, but the way your pussy clenched around him made it impossible.
After a few minutes he released your wrists, leaning down until his chest pressed flush against yours.
He buried his face in your neck, still thrusting deep and steady, now with more force. the new closeness let him grind against your clit with every stroke.
"Feels too good" he whined softly into your skin, voice yearning and desperate. "you're so warm⌠so tight. i can't get enough of you."
His hands roamed your body lovingly â stroking your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. never rough, always affectionate even while he fucked you senseless.
You couldn't help it. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as pleasure shot through you. your nails dragged down his back without meaning to, leaving red lines across his skin.
Jungwon moaned loudly into your neck â a broken, needy sound that made your stomach flip.
"Shitâbaby" he gasped, hips stuttering for a second before he recovered, fucking you even deeper. "scratch me more if you need to⌠i like it. want to feel you."
You moaned directly into his ear, lips brushing the shell as your nails dug in again.
He whined again, louder this time, hips snapping harder. "yeah? right here?" he angled his hips and thrust up sharply, making sure the head of his cock dragged against that spot inside you.
"Love hearing you like this. love being inside you⌠like this is exactly where i belong."
The room was filled with everything â the wet slap of his hips meeting yours, the creak of the bed, your muffled moans and his pretty whines, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your creamy pussy.
Sweat slicked between your bodies. his hair stuck to his forehead, ears still red from the alcohol and exertion.
He kept talking between gasps and soft moans, voice low and intimate.
You dragged your nails down his back again, moaning his name against his ear. Jungwon shuddered, letting out another long, whiny groan as he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there for a moment, grinding slow and deep.
"Don't stop" you begged breathlessly. "please, WonâŚ"
"I won't" he promised, kissing your neck, your jaw, anywhere he could reach while still moving inside you. "not until you're shaking. not until you can't think about anything but me."
His hands never stopped caressing youâ gentle strokes over your ribs, your waist, your breasts, like he was worshipping you even while he fucked you raw.
The contrast between his sweet touches and the way his cock kept stretching you open made your head spin.
Jungwon's whines mixed with your moans as he kept that steady, deep rhythm.
Jungwon's moans were getting prettier, more unguarded. those soft, breathy whines that slipped out every time he bottomed out inside you â cute little sounds that made your stomach tighten even more.
He readjusted carefully, pushing your thighs up until your knees were pressed to your chest, folding you neatly beneath him.
The new angle made everything feel impossibly tighter. your pussy clenched hard around his cock, squeezing him like it never wanted to let go.
"Fuck⌠baby" he whined low, the sound almost like a sweet complaint, filthy and needy at the same time. "you're gripping me so fucking tight."
He kept his voice hushed but raw, hips rolling steadily as he fucked you in this folded position. every thrust dragged against that perfect spot, the wet squelching sounds even louder now because of how soaked you were.
His cock bullied its way in and out, creamy arousal coating him completely and dripping down your ass onto the sheets.
You held your own legs against your chest, arms wrapped around your thighs to keep them open for him. the position left you completely exposed, helpless to do anything but take every deep stroke.
"AhâWon⌠it's too much" you gasped, voice breaking. "feels so deep⌠i can'tâ"
"You can" he murmured, voice soft and raspy, that signature Jungwon tone â gentle even while he was buried balls-deep inside you. "you're doing so good for me." he groaned again, a pretty, whiny sound that vibrated against your skin as he leaned closer.
He was driving you right to the edge. yhat familiar pressure built low in your belly â the tight, heavy ache that made your toes curl and your thighs tremble.
It felt like you needed to go to the bathroom and like the pleasure was about to explode at the same time. your whole lower body tightened, clit throbbing, walls fluttering wildly around his cock.
Jungwon noticed immediately. his dark eyes flicked up to your face, reading every twitch and moan.
"Yeah? you're close, aren't you?" he whispered, picking up the pace.
His hips snapped faster, still deep but more insistent now, chasing your orgasm. "come on, baby. let go for me."
"I'mâ fuck, Won, i'm gonnaâ" your voice cracked into a sharp, needy cry as the orgasm crashed over you. you couldn't hold it back.
A broken moan tore from your throat as you squirted hard, soaking his cock, his pelvis, and the sheets beneath you.
Your body shook, pussy clenching rhythmically around him while waves of intense pleasure rolled through you.
Jungwon pulled out quickly but gently, replacing his cock with two fingers that kept rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles. "that's it⌠good girl. keep going, let it all out" he cooed softly, voice full of sweet encouragement while prolonging your orgasm.
You kept gushing, thighs trembling violently as another smaller spurt left you.
He stroked himself between your spread legs, hand flying over his slick cock. his breathing grew ragged, pretty whines turning into desperate little sounds.
"Babyâ i'm close too" he gasped.
When he came, it was with a gorgeous, broken moan â that signature soft, slightly husky voice cracking into a high, needy whine that melted into a deep, satisfied groan. "ahhâshit⌠mmhâ"
The sound was divine, the kind of moan that made your core clench even after your orgasm.
Thick, warm ropes of cum landed across your stomach and lower chest, some even reaching the underside of your breasts.
He kept stroking himself through it, milking every drop while watching the mess he made on your skin.
For a moment the room was just heavy breathing and the faint wet sounds of his hand slowing on his cock.
But Jungwon didn't collapse on top of you. he stayed present, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.
"You did so well" he whispered, voice soft and full of affection. "so fucking beautiful when you cum like that. i love watching you lose it for me."
He brushed damp strands of hair away from your face, eyes warm despite the alcohol still lingering in his system. "you okay, baby? that was a lot."
You nodded weakly, still catching your breath. "yeah⌠really good."
He smiled that cat-like smile and carefully climbed off the bed. "stay right there. don't move."
Jungwon walked over to your dresser, completely comfortable being with his dick out, and grabbed a couple of clean cloths from the drawer.
He came back and sat on the edge of the bed, gently wiping his cum off your stomach and chest with slow, tender strokes.
"Does that feel okay?" he asked quietly.
"It's fine" you murmured, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
When you were mostly clean, he leaned down and kissed your stomach softly. "want me to carry you to the bathroom?"
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. Jungwon pulled his boxers and gray sweatpants back on but left his shirt off, the faint red lines from your nails visible across his back and shoulders.
He slid his arms under you effortlessly âone under your knees, the other behind your backâ and lifted you princess-style like you weighed nothing.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as he carried you to the bathroom. the cool air of the hallway made you shiver slightly against his warm chest.
He set you down gently on the toilet, making sure you were stable before stepping back a little.
"i'll go change the sheets while you're in here" he said, voice low and intimate, like he was sharing a secret. "where are the extra ones again?"
"Bottom drawer of the big dresser" you answered, sighing as you finally relaxed enough to pee. the relief was immediate after how intense everything had been.
"Got it." he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. "take your time, baby. i'll have everything ready when you come out."
While he was gone, you finished up and stood on slightly shaky legs. you turned to the mirror and froze, eyes widening.
Your neck and shoulders were covered in marks.
Dark hickeys bloomed across your skin â some light pink, others deep red and purplish. there were clear bite marks mixed in, especially near your collarbones.
It looked like you'd been attacked by a very affectionate vampire.
You didn't scream or panic, but your mouth fell open in genuine surprise. "holy shitâŚ" you whispered to your reflection, turning your head to see the damage from different angles. there was no way you'd be able to hide all of these tomorrow.
Jungwon's voice floated from the bedroom. "everything okay in there?"
"Yeah" you called back, still staring at the constellation of love bites. "just⌠realizing how fucked my neck looks right now."
He laughed softly, the sound warm.
You could hear him shaking out fresh sheets. "sorry, baby. i got a little carried away. but you looked so pretty with my mouth on you⌠couldn't help it."
You shook your head, a reluctant smile forming as you washed your hands. when you walked back into the bedroom, the bed was already made with clean sheets, the old ones stuffed in your laundry hamper.
Jungwon stood there shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, looking ridiculously soft after everything you'd just done.
He opened his arms for you. "come here."
You walked straight into them. he hugged you close, one hand rubbing slow circles on your bare back while the other stroked your hair.
"You were amazing tonight" he murmured against your temple.
"I needed you so bad⌠thank you for letting me come over even though i showed up tipsy again." his voice dropped a little, almost shy. "i know you don't like it. i'll try to be better tomorrow, okay? but right now i just wanna hold you.â
You pressed your cheek to his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowing down.
The faint smell of beer was still there, mixed with sweat and his usual scent. the mix of annoyance and affection you always felt toward him swirled in your chest, but the gentle way he touched you, the sweet words, the way he took care of everything without being asked âmade it hard to stay mad.
"You're lucky you're cute when you whine" you muttered.
Jungwon chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. he tilted your chin up and kissed you softly, no hunger this time, just warmth.
"Stay with me tonight?" he asked, even though you were already in your own apartment. "i'll make sure you're okay in the morning. we can even go over your presentation again if you want⌠after i make you breakfast or something."
You rolled your eyes but nodded, letting him pull you back toward the freshly made bed.
The city outside was quiet. and despite the marks on your neck and the lingering frustration about his drinking, you let him wrap himself around you under the clean sheets â because no matter how many times this pattern repeated, Jungwon's version of "i missed you" always hit different.
Soft, pale morning light slipped through the gaps in your curtains, painting the room in gentle hues of cream and gold.
It was still early â the kind of quiet morning where the city outside hadn't fully woken up yet. you had been lost in a hazy, warm dream, something fuzzy and pleasant that involved sunlight and laughter, when a persistent pressure low in your belly started pulling you back to consciousness.
At first, you thought it was just the need to pee. your eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes heavy with sleep, a small tired groan escaping your lips as you shifted under the sheets.
You had fallen asleep completely naked last night, too exhausted and satisfied to bother with clothes after Jungwon changed the sheets.
The fabric felt cool against your bare skin, and for a second you just lay there, blinking at the ceiling.
The pressure didn't fade. if anything, it grew warmer, wetter, more focused.
Then you felt it â the slow, deliberate drag of a hot tongue between your folds.
Your breath hitched sharply.
"JungwonâŚ?â" The name came out breathy, half-moan, half-question.
He was settled comfortably between your spread thighs like he'd been there for a while, your legs draped lazily over his shoulders.
His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open while his face was buried in your pussy. his tongue moved in slow, filthy strokesâ licking from your entrance all the way up to your clit before swirling around it with obscene patience.
The wet, slick sounds of his mouth filled the quiet bedroom immediately.
He hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core.
"Morning, baby" he murmured, voice still raspy from sleep and last night's drinking, that signature soft, slightly husky tone that always hit you right in the chest.
He gave your clit a slow, wet suck before pulling back just enough to speak, lips glistening. "couldn't help it. you looked so peaceful⌠but your pussy was already a little wet. had to taste you."
"Fuckâ what are you doing?" you moaned, hips twitching involuntarily as his tongue dove back in, licking deeper, more messily. "Won⌠it's too early for thisâ"
He chuckled softly against your folds, the sound turning into a needy little whine as he buried his tongue inside you, fucking it in and out slowly.
"Waking you up the right way" he answered, words muffled and dirty. "you're my favorite breakfast. so sweet and warm right after sleeping⌠fuck, you're getting creamy again already."
Your hand flew down instinctively, fingers threading through his soft dark hair. the sensitivity from last night's marathon made every single touch feel electric.
Your clit was swollen and tender, and every flick of his tongue sent sharp sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting up your spine.
"Jungwonâshit, i feel like i'm gonna soak everything" you gasped, back arching slightly off the mattress. "we just changed the sheets last night⌠i don't have more backups right nowâ"
"Don't worry about it" he whispered, sucking gently on your clit before lapping at it faster. his tongue was relentless, sloppy and eager, coating his chin and lips in your arousal. "i'll take care of the mess. i always do. just let me eat you, baby. please?"
The plea in his voice â soft, almost whiny â made your stomach flutter. he was being so filthy with his mouth but still so sweet, eyes closed in bliss as he devoured you like he'd been starving for it.
The room quickly filled with wet, pornographic sounds: the constant slick slide of his tongue, the soft suction of his lips around your clit, your own shaky moans growing louder despite your best efforts to stay quiet.
Your back curved sharply off the bed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "ahâJungwon!" your grip in his hair tightened, not pulling him away but holding on for dear life.
"It's too much⌠my clit's so sensitive from last nightâfuck, slow downâ"
But he didn't slow down. if anything, he pressed his face deeper, nose brushing against your mound as he licked and sucked with renewed hunger.
Long, lewd strokes of his tongue mixed with quick flicks that made your thighs tremble around his head. you could feel yourself getting wetter, that creamy arousal leaking out of you and onto his tongue.
"You're so fucking pretty when you're like this" he groaned against you, voice vibrating deliciously.
He pulled back for a breath, eyes looking up at you with that hazy, adoring gaze â pupils blown wide, ears still slightly pink. "all sleepy and red⌠moaning my name like that. makes me so hard, baby."
You whimpered, legs shaking as he dove back in. the overstimulation was intense. every single touch felt like too much and not enough at the same time.
Your free hand moved to your chest, squeezing one of your breasts, pinching your nipple as another broken moan left you.
"Won⌠please, i can'tâ it's too intense' you begged, voice cracking.
Your hips rolled against his mouth despite your words, chasing the pleasure even as it bordered on overwhelming. "i'm gonna cum too fast if you keep doing thatâ"
"Good" he whined softly, the sound so pretty and desperate. "want you to cum on my tongue. want to feel you gush for me again." he slid two long fingers into your soaked entrance without warning, curling them instantly against your g-spot while his tongue attacked your clit in tight, fast circles.
The wet squelching sounds grew louder, filthier.
His fingers pumped steadily, perfectly in sync with his mouth. you were dripping down his hand, creamy arousal coating his fingers.
"Jungwonâoh my god" you moaned loudly, head falling back against the pillow. your back arched completely off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as the pressure built impossibly fast. "like thatâfuck, don't stopâ"
He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you closer. "that's it, baby. let go. you're squeezing my fingers so tight⌠so perfect. cum for me. please, i need it."
Your hand tightened in his hair, the other still groping your breast, rolling your nipple between your fingers.
The combination of his tongue on your oversensitive clit and his fingers hitting that perfect spot inside you was devastating. you felt that familiar overwhelming rush â the tight, heavy pressure that made you feel like you were about to burst.
"I'mâ fuck, Won, i'm gonnaâ"
He sucked harder on your clit, fingers curling faster, and that was all it took.
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, violent and all-consuming.
A sharp, pornographic moan tore from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers, gushing wetly against his tongue.
Your entire body shook, back lifted high off the mattress, thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head. he didn't stop â he kept licking and sucking gently, prolonging every aftershock while moaning sweetly against your folds, drinking down everything you gave him.
"Fuck⌠so good" he whispered, voice hoarse and satisfied. "taste so fucking good when you cum."
You were still panting, body twitching with sensitivity, when he finally slowed down. but he didn't pull away completely.
He kept his fingers buried inside you, giving lazy thrusts while his tongue gave soft, soothing licks around your clit, careful not to overwhelm you too much now.
"Look at you" he murmured lovingly, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "all flushed and pretty in the morning light. my beautiful girl."
You let out a breathless laugh mixed with a whimper, eyes half-closed as you tried to catch your breath.
The sensitivity made every small movement of his fingers feel electric.
"Jungwon⌠you're insane" you managed, voice shaky. "waking me up like thisâŚ"
He smiled against your skin, that playful, cat-like grin you loved and hated at the same time.
"Couldnât resist. you were right there, naked and warm⌠smelled like sex and me. had to have a taste." he curled his fingers again gently, watching your face.
Jungwon was completely lost in you â whining softly, hips subtly grinding against the mattress for his own relief while he focused entirely on making you fall apart again.
And you let him.
Jungwon didn't hesitate for even a second. he moaned sweetly, loud and pretty, as he pressed his mouth closer and licked every drop left you gave him.
You were left panting hard, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs trembling as they slipped off his shoulders. your body felt boneless, warm and buzzing with leftover pleasure.
For a long moment you just lay there with your eyes half-closed, trying to catch your breath.
"JungwonâŚ" you breathed out shakily. "get up here⌠please."
He pressed one final, soft kiss to your clit before crawling up your body, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your stomach and between your breasts.
When his face hovered above yours, his lips were shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your release. that familiar cat-like smile spread across his face â satisfied, a little proud, and ridiculously soft all at once.
"You okay, baby?" he asked quietly, voice still raspy and sweet. he brushed damp strands of hair away from your forehead with gentle fingers.
You nodded, still breathing unevenly. "yeah⌠just⌠intense. good intense."
Jungwon leaned down and kissed you slowly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
The kiss was lazy and deep, full of morning tenderness. when he pulled back, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the clean cloth he'd left there from last night.
He sat back on his heels between your legs and began wiping you carefully, his touch feather-light and loving.
"You're so fucking pretty right now" he murmured, eyes tracing your flushed cheeks, your messy hair, the way your chest still heaved.
His free hand stroked your waist in slow, soothing circles, thumb brushing the curve of your hip. "all glowing and soft⌠i could eat you out every morning like this."
You let out a breathless laugh, covering your face with one arm. "you're shameless."
"Only for you." he smiled wider, cleaning your folds "look at that â the sheets are completely dry this time. i swallowed every drop, see? no mess for you to worry about.â
You peeked out from under your arm and glanced down. he was right. thanks to how eagerly he'd devoured your orgasm, the fresh sheets he'd changed last night were still spotless.
The realization made you shake your head with a tired but fond smile.
Jungwon tossed the cloth aside and leaned down again, pressing a kiss to your stomach before sitting up fully. he looked genuinely energized, eyes bright despite the faint hangover haze he probably had. that was typical Jungwonâ once he got his fix of you, he could run on pure affection for hours.
"I'm gonna make breakfast" he announced happily, already climbing off the bed. "you rest a little more. i'll call you when it's ready."
He walked over to your closet like he owned the place, pulling out one of the oversized white t-shirts he'd left at your apartment weeks ago.
He slipped it on, the fabric stretching nicely across his shoulders and chest, but kept the same gray sweatpants from yesterday hanging low on his hips. Barefoot, hair still messy from your fingers pulling on it, he looked stupidly domestic and hot at the same time.
You watched him with a small smile as he padded out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. the faint sound of him moving around your kitchen soon followed â cabinets opening, the fridge humming.
It took you a couple of minutes to gather the strength to move.
Your legs still felt a little shaky when you finally sat up. you swung them over the edge of the bed and stood up slowly, stretching your arms above your head with a quiet groan.
The marks on your body pulled slightly as you moved, reminding you of everything from last night.
You made your way to the bathroom, still completely naked. the moment you stepped in front of the mirror, you paused.
"Jesus ChristâŚ" you whispered.
The hickeys and bite marks looked even more obvious in the daylight.
Your neck was a canvas of pink, red, and purplish spots. several dark ones sat right under your jaw and along your collarbones, joined by clear teeth marks on your shoulders. you turned slightly, eyes widening at the full extent.
There was no way you could hide all of them with just a hoodie.
You sighed deeply, running your fingers over one particularly dark mark. part of you wanted to be annoyed â he always got carried away when he drank â but another part felt a stupid flutter at the possessiveness behind them.
Still, the frustration lingered. this was becoming a pattern.
Shaking your head, you turned on the shower and stepped under the warm spray. the water felt amazing against your sore muscles.
You took your time, washing your body carefully, letting the steam fill the small bathroom while your mind wandered. Jungwon's laughter floated faintly from the kitchen, along with the smell of something cooking â probably eggs and toast, knowing him.
By the time you stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself, you felt a little more awake.
You wiped the condensation off the mirror again and stared at the marks one last time, tracing one with your fingertip.
"You're lucky i like you" you muttered to yourself with a small, reluctant smile.
You dried off and threw on comfortable clothes â loose shorts and a thin long-sleeved shirt that at least covered most of your neck and shoulders.
When you finally walked into the kitchen, Jungwon was plating food at the small counter. he looked up immediately, that bright, boyish smile spreading across his face the second he saw you.
"There she is" he said warmly, voice full of affection. "how do you feel? come eat while it's hot."
He'd made simple breakfast â scrambled eggs with cheese, toast with butter, and some fruit he'd cut up. two glasses of orange juice sat ready.
He pulled you into a gentle back hug before you could sit down, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
"You smell nice" he murmured. "did you shower? sorry about all the marks by the way⌠i got a bit excited."
You leaned back against his chest for a moment, letting yourself enjoy the warmth before the usual mid-morning reality settled in.
"Yeah⌠i saw them" you replied quietly. "there's a lot this time, Won."
He hummed softly, squeezing your waist. "i know. i'll be more careful next time." but the way he said it sounded more like a hopeful promise than a guarantee.
You sat down together at the small table in your kitchen. Jungwon watched you take the first bite with that attentive, cat-like focus he always had when it came to you. the food was good â simple but comforting.
The quiet morning felt peaceful, but that familiar knot of worry about his drinking habits was already starting to creep back in.
For now, though, you let yourself enjoy the domestic moment: Jungwon in your apartment, barefoot in your kitchen, looking at you like you hung the moon.
Even if you knew this perfect morning came right after another night of him showing up drunk probably.
You were sitting at the small kitchen table, still a little sleepy but genuinely hungry after the morning activities.
The scrambled eggs were fluffy and cheesy, the toast perfectly buttered, and the cut fruit was sweet and cold. you ate like a little kid â cheeks slightly puffed, taking big bites and humming happily with each one, one foot swinging lightly under the table.
It was one of those unconscious habits you had when you felt comfortable.
Jungwon stood by the counter for a second, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with the softest, most fond smile on his face. his eyes curved into those pretty crescents, the same ones that made your stomach flip every single time.
"Look at you" he murmured, voice warm and amused. "eating like that makes me want to cook for you every day."
He was about to pull out the chair and sit across from you when the sharp sound of the doorbell cut through the peaceful morning.
Ding-dong.
Your fork paused halfway to your mouth. you already knew.
The sigh that left you was heavy and knowing. Jungwon's expression shifted too â he glanced at you, reading the look on your face instantly.
He knew exactly what was coming.
"I got it" he said quietly, before you could even speak.
He ran a quick hand through his hair, somehow making it look even better despite the messy night and morning you'd both had.
The white t-shirt hugged his shoulders nicely, and those gray sweatpants still hung low on his hips. he looked annoyingly put-together for someone who had been nose-deep inside you less than an hour ago.
Jungwon walked to the door and opened it with a light, polite smile.
Mrs. Park was standing there in all her glory.
She clearly hadn't bothered getting ready. her bleached blonde hair was frizzy and unkempt, dark roots showing at the scalp.
She wore an old robe over pajamas, arms crossed tightly under her chest. at 47, the years showed in the deep lines around her mouth and the permanent scowl etched into her face. she looked exactly like the type of neighbor who lived for this kind of confrontation.
"Good morning" Jungwon said calmly, keeping that polite smile. "is there a problem, ma'am?"
Mrs. Park didn't even bother with pleasantries. her eyes narrowed immediately.
"Your bed is literally pushed against my wall" she started, voice sharp and accusatory.
"I heard everything. every single sound. the moaning, the bed creaking, the filthy talking⌠all of it. at eight in the morning! have some respect, for God's sake. this is not a love hotel."
Jungwon's ears turned a light shade of red, but he kept his composure. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking appropriately sheepish.
"I'm really sorry" he said sincerely. "we didn't mean to disturb you. it won't happen again."
Mrs. Park scoffed. "sorry? i've had to listen to this nonsense multiple times now. last night too! the walls are thin, you know. i could hear her moaning your name like some cheap porn actress. disgusting."
Jungwon apologized again, softer this time. "i understand. we'll be more careful. really. sorry for the inconvenience."
The woman's face twisted "if this keeps happening, i'm actually going to file a formal complaint with the building management. i'm not joking. find somewhere else to do your little activities."
Jungwon nodded quickly, not giving her any more fuel. "understood. thank you for letting us know."
Before Mrs. Park could keep ranting, he gently closed the door, cutting her off mid-sentence.
The second the door clicked shut, he let out a long breath and turned around.
You were still at the table, mouth full of eggs and toast, staring at him with raised eyebrows. you swallowed quickly and pointed your fork at him.
"Told you." you said, voice muffled but smug.
Jungwon leaned against the door for a second, then walked back to the table with a playful smirk. he dropped into the chair across from you, stealing a piece of toast from your plate.
"If you say that one more time" he warned teasingly, eyes sparkling with mischief, "i'm gonna make Mrs. Park have a real reason to complain. right here. right now."
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped. "you're actually insane. she literally just threatened to file a complaint and you're already joking about it."
He shrugged, biting into the stolen toast. "what do you want me to do? cry about it?" his foot nudged yours under the table. "besides⌠you weren't exactly quiet either, baby."
You kicked his leg lightly. "because you're way too needy. you woke me up with your face between my legs when i was still sensitive from last night. and then you kept going even when i said it was too much."
Jungwon leaned forward on his elbows, chin resting on his hand, watching you with that intense, cat-like focus. his voice dropped a little, low and teasing.
"Yeah⌠and i could do it again right now" he said smoothly. "even if you tell me you're sore. even if you say you don't want it. i know exactly how to touch you until you're begging for more. until you're dripping again and forgetting all about Mrs. Park."
You felt heat crawl up your neck â the same neck currently covered in his marks. you pointed your fork at him again.
"See? needy. you literally cannot go more than a few hours without touching me."
He grinned, unashamed. "guilty. but can you blame me?" his hand reached across the table, fingers brushing over your knuckles. "you're my girlfriend. my pretty, smart, hard-working girl who lives alone and lets me come over even when i show up tipsy. of course i'm obsessed with you."
There it was again â that soft manipulation wrapped in genuine-sounding affection.
It always made the frustration in your chest twist uncomfortably. You looked down at your plate, pushing the eggs around with your fork.
"You know it bothers me when you drink and then come looking for sex" you said quietly, the theme creeping back in. "and now the neighbor is threatening to complain because you can't keep it down when you're horny."
Jungwon's expression softened. he stood up and walked around the table, crouching beside your chair so he could look up at you properly.
His hands rested on your thighs, thumbs stroking gently.
"I know" he murmured. "i'm sorry. i really am. last night i just⌠missed you too much. work was long, my head was killing me, and the only thing that makes sense when i drink is wanting to be with you." he pressed a kiss to your knee. "i'll try to be quieter next time. and⌠i'll try to drink less. okay?"
You stared at him. he looked sincere â those big dark eyes, the slight pout, the way his hands kept caressing your legs like he needed the contact.
It was hard to stay mad when he got like this.
"You always say that" you whispered.
"I mean it this time." he stood up and leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. "eat your breakfast, baby. it's getting cold."
You sighed but went back to eating. Jungwon sat beside you now instead of across, one arm draped over the back of your chair, fingers playing with the ends of your hair while he ate with his other hand.
The domesticity of it was almost too much. he looked so comfortable in your apartment, like he belonged here.
After a few minutes of quiet eating, he spoke again, voice lighter.
"Mrs. Park really needs to get laid, huh? she sounded jealous as hell."
You almost choked on your orange juice. "Jungwon!"
"What? it's true" he laughed, that pretty, bright laugh that always made you weak. "she was mad she could hear us having good sex and she's probably getting none."
You smacked his arm, but you were smiling despite yourself. "you're going to get us evicted."
"Nah. i'll charm the building manager if it comes to that." he leaned in and kissed your neck â right on one of the darker hickeys â making you shiver. "or i can just fuck you against the wall that's not connected to her apartment next time."
"Needy and horny again already" you muttered, rolling your eyes.
Jungwon hummed, nuzzling closer. "always. especially when you're wearing my shirt and have my marks all over you." his hand slid higher on your thigh, teasing the hem of your shorts. "still sensitive?"
"Yes" you warned, but your voice wasn't very convincing.
He smiled against your skin. "i could make it feel good anyway⌠slow and careful. until you're the one making noise again."
You pushed his face away gently, laughing. "finish your breakfast, you animal."
He grinned victoriously and went back to eating, but his hand stayed possessively on your thigh the entire time, thumb drawing lazy circles.
The morning light kept pouring in, warm and soft, while Mrs. Park's threats lingered somewhere in the back of your mind.
Jungwon was still here â affectionate, playful, a little manipulative, and completely wrapped up in you. And even though the frustration about his drinking was still simmering underneath, you let yourself enjoy this version of him for a little longer.
The needy, sweet, impossible boy who made mornings feel this good.
The plates were nearly empty now, just a few crumbs and a smear of egg left behind.
You leaned back in your chair, letting out a satisfied little sigh as you wiped your mouth with a napkin. the food had actually been really good â simple but warm, exactly what you needed after the intense start to the day.
"That was actually delicious" you said softly, smiling at him. "thank you for making breakfast. you didn't have to."
Jungwon's face lit up with that bright, boyish grin that made his eyes curve into pretty crescents. he cracked his knuckles once, stretching his fingers, then pushed his chair back.
"Glad you liked it" he replied, voice warm. "i'll go shower real quick. i still smell like last night⌠and this morning." he winked at you playfully as he stood up.
You got up too, stretching your arms high above your head with a soft groan. your muscles were still a little sore in the best way.
Instead of heading back to the bedroom, you wandered over to the living room and perched yourself on the wide armrest of the sofa, one leg dangling while the other stayed planted on the cushion.
You watched him move around, enjoying the casual domesticity of it all.
Jungwon was halfway to the bathroom when he paused.
He turned around and walked straight toward you instead, that familiar glint in his eyes. he stopped right in front of you, stepping between your spread legs like it was the most natural thing in the world.
One of his hands came up to cup your cheek gently, thumb brushing across your skin with surprising tenderness.
His other hand settled high on your thigh, fingers stroking slow, lazy circles on the bare skin just under the hem of your shorts.
"I love you" he said quietly, voice low and sincere. his dark eyes locked onto yours, intense and soft all at once. "so fucking much. you know that, right?"
You let out a small huff, half-amused, half-exasperated, but your cheeks warmed anyway. your hand came up to rest on his wrist, not pulling him away, just holding him there.
"I love you too, Won" you murmured. "but calm down a little⌠we just ate."
Jungwon let out one short, bright laugh â that pretty sound that always made your chest feel lighter.
He leaned in closer, forehead almost touching yours, his breath warm against your skin. the hand on your cheek slid back slightly, fingers threading into your hair while the one on your thigh squeezed gently, possessively.
"Say it again" he whispered, lips brushing your cheek in a soft kiss. "tell me how much you love me."
You squirmed a little on the armrest, complaining under your breath even as you tilted your head to give him better access. "Jungwon⌠you're so annoying sometimes."
But your voice came out quieter, softer, almost breathy. your fingers tightened around his wrist as you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes a little wider, shoulders relaxing under his touch.
"I love you⌠a lot. more than i probably should, considering how much trouble you give me."
The words came out gentle and yielding, almost like you were giving him exactly what he wanted without being able to stop yourself.
Your free hand rested on his chest, not pushing him away but tracing small patterns over the white t-shirt.
Jungwon's reaction was immediate.
His breath hitched. that needy glint in his eyes sharpened as he pressed closer, hips shifting forward until he was flush between your legs.
A soft, pretty whine escaped his throat â low and desperate.
"Baby⌠you can't say it like that" he murmured, voice already rougher. he kissed your cheek again, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jaw.
"So sweet and soft for me⌠makes me want to keep you here all day."
His hand on your thigh slid higher, fingertips slipping under the edge of your shorts, stroking the warm skin there. not demanding yet, but clearly hungry.
You could already feel him starting to get hard against your inner thigh through the gray sweatpants.
"WonâŚ" you complained weakly, but you didnât move away. your fingers curled into his shirt instead, holding onto him. "you literally just said you were going to shower."
"I will" he promised, but he made no move to leave.
Instead, he nuzzled into your neck, lips brushing over one of the many marks he'd left the night before. "just⌠five more minutes. let me hold you like this."
He sounded so needy already â that slight whine in his voice, the way his hands kept moving on you like he couldn't stop touching.
One moment he was caressing your cheek lovingly, the next his fingers were squeezing your thigh like he wanted to pull you even closer.
You sighed, tilting your head to the side as he kissed along your marked neck. "you're impossible. Mrs. Park just threatened us and you're already trying to start something again."
Jungwon chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating pleasantly. "she can threaten whatever she wants. right now i just want my girlfriend to keep telling me she loves me while i touch her."
He pulled back just enough to look at you again, eyes half-lidded. "c'mon, baby. one more time. tell me."
You bit your lip, trying to fight the smile threatening to break through. your voice came out even softer this time, almost shy, eyes dropping to his lips before flicking back up to his.
"I love you, Jungwon" you whispered, sounding small and sweet and completely wrapped around his finger. "i love you even when you drive me crazy⌠even when you show up drunk and needy⌠even when you leave marks all over me."
A full-body shiver ran through him.
He let out a low, needy groan and pressed his forehead to yours, hips rolling forward once, slowly, grinding against you just enough for you to feel how hard he was getting.
"Shit⌠you're gonna kill me saying it like that" he whined, voice cracking slightly in that pretty way it always did when he got desperate.
"I love you too. so much it's stupid. i can't even think straight when i'm around you."
His hand left your cheek to slide down your side, gripping your waist as he kissed you properly â deep, slow, and hungry.
His tongue brushed yours, tasting like orange juice. when he pulled back, his breathing was already heavier.
"You're still sensitive, right?" he asked, almost hopeful, fingers tracing the edge of your shorts again. "i could be really gentle⌠just use my mouth again or my fingers. i just want to make you feel good."
You laughed breathlessly, pushing lightly at his chest even as your legs parted a little more around him.
"Go shower. i'm still recovering from this morning."
Jungwon pouted â actually pouted â but there was a playful spark in his eyes.
He stole one last kiss, then another, before finally stepping back with visible reluctance. His sweatpants did nothing to hide how affected he was.
"Fine" he sighed dramatically, but he was smiling. "but when i get out⌠you're sitting on my lap while we watch something. deal?"
You rolled your eyes fondly. "deal. now go before i change my mind and make you wash the dishes too."
He laughed and finally headed toward the bathroom, glancing back at you one last time with that needy look that always made your heart do stupid things.
The warmth in your chest battled with that familiar knot of worry â about his drinking, about how easily he could melt your frustration with sweet words and gentle hands, about how much you let him get away with.
Still⌠mornings like this with Jungwon were dangerously addictive.
You stayed perched on the armrest of the sofa for a long moment, fingers absently brushing over your lips where he'd kissed you.
They still felt warm, slightly swollen. your skin tingled everywhere he'd touched â your cheek, your thigh, the back of your neck.
You let out a long, heavy sigh and dragged a hand down your face.
God, he's exhausting.
You were still sensitive from this morning.
Your clit felt puffy and tender, your insides a little sore in that deep, used way that made every shift of your thighs noticeable. part of you wanted to just sit here, scroll on your phone, and let your body recover.
But another, louder part â the one that always lost when it came to Jungwon â was already buzzing with leftover heat.
You glanced toward the closed bathroom door. the faint sound of water running reached your ears.
"Fuck it" you muttered under your breath.
You stood up and walked down the short hallway.
The moment you opened the bathroom door, a wave of warm, humid air hit you, thick with steam and the clean scent of your body wash.
Jungwon was behind the shower curtain, the silhouette of his body visible through the semi-transparent fabric.
"You almost done?" you asked, voice casual even though your pulse was already picking up.
The curtain slid open a few inches. Jungwon peeked out, water streaming down his face and dark hair.
It was plastered to his forehead, droplets clinging to his lashes. He smiled â that bright, cat-like smile that made his eyes curve â completely unbothered by the fact that he was naked and half-hard already.
"Not yet" he answered, voice slightly raised over the sound of the water. "why?"
You didn't reply with words.
Instead, you held his gaze and slowly reached for the hem of your shirt.
Jungwon's eyes followed every movement as you pulled it over your head, revealing your bare chest.
You hooked your thumbs into your shorts and panties together, sliding them down your legs at a deliberately slow pace, stepping out of them one foot at a time.
A low, surprised sound escaped his throat â something between a groan and a whine.
"BabyâŚ" His eyes roamed shamelessly over your body, taking in every curve, every mark he'd left on your neck and shoulders last night. the hunger in his gaze was instant.
You stepped into the shower with him, closing the curtain behind you.
Warm water immediately cascaded over your skin, soaking you in seconds. you moved closer until your bodies were almost touching, sliding your hands up his wet chest and over his shoulders.
Your palms explored the smooth planes of his back, tracing the faint red lines your nails had left there earlier. your faces were inches apart, water running down both of you.
Jungwon's cock was fully hard now, pressing hot and heavy against your stomach.
"You told me to calm down" he murmured, voice low and teasing, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "and here you are, stripping for me and getting all needy in the shower."
"I'm not needy" you protested, even as your hands kept roaming his body. "don't bother me."
But even as the words left your mouth, you were already leaning in.
Your lips met his in a slow, deep kiss that quickly turned hungry. the water made everything slick â your tongues sliding together, lips wet and warm.
You could taste the faint trace of breakfast and the clean mint of his toothpaste. Jungwon's arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest as he kissed you back with obvious want, one hand sliding down to grip your ass.
When you finally broke the kiss, breathing heavier, you looked up at him with dark eyes.
"This time" you said, voice dropping, "i want you to fuck me hard enough that i don't want any more intimacy for the rest of the day."
Jungwon's breath hitched. his pupils blew wide.
You turned around before he could respond, bracing your hands on the shower wall. you bent forward slightly, arching your back and pushing your ass back toward him, water streaming down your spine.
He didn't need to be told twice.
His hands caressed your sides first â slow, appreciative strokes from your waist to your hips. then you felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against your entrance, sliding through your folds once, twice, coating himself in your wetness.
"Fuck, you're already so creamy" he groaned.
He pushed inside in one smooth, firm thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
Your pussy was still sensitive from earlier, so the sudden stretch pulled a broken, high moan out of you. your fingers tightened hard around the shower fixture, knuckles turning white.
"Shitâ JungwonâŚ"
"You okay?" he asked immediately, voice tight with restraint even as his hips pressed flush against your ass. "if you want me to stop, just say it."
"Don't stop" you breathed, pushing back against him. "just⌠fuck me."
That was all the permission he needed.
Jungwon gripped your hips tighter and started thrustingâ deep, hard strokes that made the wet slap of skin against skin echo loudly in the small shower.
The sound was filthy, unmistakable, mixing with the rush of water. he groaned low in his throat, that pretty, needy sound you loved.
"God, baby⌠you're so fucking wet and tight" he panted, snapping his hips harder. "listen to how wet you are. i can hear it every time i push in."
Each thrust rocked you forward, your breasts swaying with the force.
The water made everything slicker, louder. Jungwon's pace was relentless but controlled â deep enough to hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke, hard enough that your moans kept spilling out uncontrollably.
Your grip on the fixture tightened as pleasure mixed with the slight ache of overstimulation. it felt overwhelming in the best way â too much and not enough.
"Harder" you gasped, voice shaky. "you said you could make me want it even when i'm sensitiveâŚ"
Jungwon let out a soft whine and obeyed, fucking you harder.
The sound of his hips slapping against your ass grew wetter, sharper.
One of his hands slid around to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles while he kept pounding into you from behind.
"Like this?" he asked, voice raspy and sweet even as he railed you. "tell me how it feels, baby. i love hearing you."
"So deepâ fuck, WonâŚ" you moaned brokenly, forehead pressing against the cool tile. "you're hitting everything."
He groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against your back, lips brushing your ear as he kept thrusting.
"You feel so good⌠so fucking good. i can't get enough of you." his fingers kept working your clit, never faltering. "even when you're sore you're still this wet for me."
The steam, the heat, the constant stream of water, and the way he filled you so completely had your head spinning.
Every hard thrust made your sensitive walls flutter around him, creamy arousal coating his cock and dripping down your thighs, washed away instantly by the shower.
Jungwon's free hand gripped your waist harder, pulling you back onto him with every snap of his hips. his moans were getting prettier â those soft, whiny sounds mixed with low groans every time you clenched around him.
"Tell me again" he panted against your neck, sucking lightly on one of the marks he'd left yesterday. "tell me you love me while i'm fucking you like this."
You could barely form words, but you tried anyway, voice shaky and submissive.
"I love you⌠fuckâ i love you, Jungwon."
He whined loudly, hips stuttering for a second before he recovered and fucked you even deeper.
"Again" he begged, voice cracking beautifully. "please, baby."
The shower continued to rain down on both of you as Jungwon kept that punishing, delicious rhythm â hard, deep, and relentless, just like you'd asked.
Your moans mixed with his pretty sounds, the wet slap of skin, and the constant rush of water. your body trembled under the intensity, still sensitive but chasing more.
And Jungwon gave it to you without hesitation.
Jungwon's hips snapped against your ass with deep, forceful thrusts, the loud wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles with every stroke.
Your creamy arousal made everything obscenely slick â you could literally hear how wet you were every time he buried himself to the hilt.
"Fuck, baby⌠you're dripping down my cock" he groaned, voice husky and needy.
One hand gripped your hip hard while the other kept rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles. "you're squeezing me so tight."
You moaned brokenly, forehead pressed against the cool tile, fingers white-knuckled around the shower fixture.
Every hard thrust sent sparks shooting through your overstimulated body. it hurt so good â that perfect mix of soreness and pleasure that only Jungwon could pull out of you.
"Wonâ ahh, shitâ right there" you gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "faster⌠please."
Jungwon whined loudly, the pretty sound vibrating against your back as he leaned over you.
He fucked you deeper, faster, the head of his cock dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke. "i love you so much. love being inside you like this. you feel so warm and wetâ fuck, i can't get enough."
The steam made everything feel closer, more intense. water streamed down your joined bodies, mixing with sweat. Jungwon's moans were getting louder, less controlled â those sweet, whiny sounds that always drove you crazy.
But you needed more than this position. you needed to see him.
"Waitâ" you breathed, voice shaky. "turn me around."
Jungwon slowed instantly, pulling out carefully.
He helped you turn, hands gentle on your waist despite how hard he was breathing. the second you faced him, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours in a messy, desperate kiss. water cascaded over your faces as you both melted into it.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Jungwon grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly, pressing your back against the tiled wall. you wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles locking behind his back.
He lined himself up and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself completely.
"Oh my godâ" you moaned loudly against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, baby⌠this is better" he panted, forehead pressed to yours.
His dark eyes were half-lidded, glassy with lust and affection. "i want to see your face when you cum."
He started moving again â deep, rolling thrusts that ground his pelvis against your clit with every stroke.
The new angle made him feel even bigger, pressing right against that perfect spot inside you. your bodies were flush together, skin sliding against wet skin, hearts pounding in sync.
Jungwon's moans were right in your ear now, soft and needy.
"I love you" he whispered between thrusts, voice cracking. "love you so much it hurts sometimes. you're everything to me." he kissed you again, slower this time, almost reverent, even as his hips kept that steady, deep rhythm.
"I'm yoursâ" you gasped, fingers threading through his wet hair. "only yours, Won. i love you⌠fuck, i love you so much."
He whined loudly, hips stuttering before he recovered and fucked you harder, deeper.
The sound of your bodies meeting was loud and wet, echoing in the shower. your moans mixed with his â raw, unrestrained, needy.
"You're getting tighter" he groaned, burying his face in your neck, sucking on one of the dark marks he'd left yesterday. "gonna cum for me, baby? want you to cum all over my cock while i'm inside you."
You nodded frantically, legs tightening around his waist.
The pressure was building fast again, that overwhelming heat coiling low in your belly.
Every thrust, every grind against your clit, every sweet word in your ear pushed you closer.
"Closeâ i'm so close, Won" you moaned, voice breaking. your nails dragged down his back, leaving fresh red lines.
"Me too" he panted, voice whiny and desperate. "look at me, baby. pleaseâ wanna see you."
You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. his hair was soaked, water dripping from his lashes, cheeks flushed.
He looked beautiful â needy, loving, completely lost in you. he kept one arm under your thigh for support while his other hand reached between you, thumb rubbing your clit in perfect circles.
"Cum with me" he begged softly, hips snapping harder. "please, baby. let me feel you. i need it."
The intimacy of it â his eyes locked on yours, bodies pressed so close, water falling around you like a curtain â pushed you over the edge.
"Jungwonâ!" your orgasm hit hard, walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as intense pleasure crashed through you. you moaned loudly, shamelessly, thighs shaking around his waist as you came.
The feeling of you pulsing around him sent Jungwon over right after.
His hips stuttered, burying himself as deep as possible as he came with a gorgeous, broken moan â that signature soft, husky voice cracking into pretty whines.
"Fuckâ baby, i'm cummingâ ahh, shitâ" he groaned long and deep, hips grinding into you as thick, warm spurts filled you up.
His face buried in your neck, body trembling against yours while he rode out every wave, moaning sweetly the entire time.
For a long moment, the only sounds were the running water and your heavy breathing. Jungwon held you close, still buried inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your body like he never wanted to let go.
He was the first to move, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your neck and jaw until he reached your lips. the kiss was slow and gentle now, full of affection.
"You okay?" he whispered against your mouth, voice hoarse. "wasn't too hard?"
You shook your head, smiling tiredly. "it was perfect⌠intense, but perfect."
He smiled back â that soft, cat-like smile â and carefully lowered your legs until your feet touched the floor.
He stayed close, holding you steady when your legs wobbled. without a word, he reached for your body wash, squeezing some into his hands.
"Let me take care of you" he murmured.
He lathered the soap between his palms and started washing you with gentle, loving touches.
His hands glided over your shoulders, down your arms, across your chest.
He was extra careful around your breasts and between your legs, cleaning you with soft strokes while pressing occasional kisses to your wet skin.
He tilted your chin up and kissed you again â slow, deep, and full of quiet love. when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, water still raining down on both of you.
"I really do love you" he said quietly. "not just when i'm tipsy. all the time. even when you're mad at me for drinking⌠even when Mrs. Park threatens us." He gave you a small, sheepish smile. "i know i mess up sometimes. but you're the best part of my day."
You swallowed hard, emotions swirling in your chest.
"I love you too" you whispered back, hugging him tighter. "just⌠try to be careful, okay?"
"I will" he promised, kissing the top of your head. he held you for a long time after that, just hugging you under the spray, hands rubbing slow circles on your back.
Eventually he turned off the water and grabbed your biggest towel, wrapping it around you first before drying himself.
He helped you out of the shower, still supporting you when your legs felt shaky. in the steamy bathroom, he dried your hair gently with another towel, then your body, pressing soft kisses wherever he touched.
The morning had been intense â loud, needy, intimate, and messy in the best way. and even with everything still unsaid about his habits, Jungwon's care made it hard to regret any of it.
On a stormy evening after a group project, college student y/n finds herself soaked and stranded with her childhood best friend, Yang Jungwon.
Warning : jungwon!bestfriend x femreader 18+ MDNI , slight cursing, Smut, Fluff, College AU, Best Friends to Lovers, Unprotected Sex (raw), Multiple Rounds (missionary, cow girl ) , Fingering, Oral (69), Dirty Talk, Teasing, Slight Size Kink, Possessiveness, Fluff-to-Smut.
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you were sitting at an outdoor table on campus, surrounded by trees and a natural atmosphere. Youâre a college student currently taking Business Administration.
you were hovering over your laptop and textbooks since you were supposed to be doing a group project. Well, supposedly. The rest of your classmates had left early, complaining and making excuses that they had a long bus ride, meaning they had to leave earlier. You knew a few of them were just tired, and some intentionally just wanted to get out of there.
But across from you, Yang Jungwon â your best friend since childhood â was still there, calmly typing on his laptop, helping you finish the slides without complaint.
He was always like that. Popular, smart, quiet but friendly, the campus gentleman with those sharp cat-like eyes and the killer left dimple that appeared every time he smiled. Half the girls in your department were probably jealous you got to sit across from him like this.
You leaned back and sighed. âJungwon-ah⌠you couldâve just gone home early, you know. You didnât have to stay this long.â
He looked up, one eyebrow raised, that signature dimple flashing as he smirked.
âItâs a school project, y/n,â he said, voice teasing. âAnd I donât want my favorite pain in the ass doing it all by herself. Who else is gonna make sure you donât put wrong data in the charts?â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât stop the smile tugging at your lips. âYeah, yeah. My hero.â
âThatâs right,â he grinned, leaning forward. âYou should be nicer to me. Iâm sacrificing my precious nap time for you.â
you few hour's had past it was already getting darker, dark blue sky you glanced at your phone and check the time it was already 6:25 pm..
you glance back at jungwon, "jungwon I'll just finish the rest.. let just go home it's getting darker", jungwon didn't seem to be bothered he nodded started gathering his things too, helped with yours too.
when things finally settled, you started walking side by side, you had to leave right away since you still have to walk outside the campus from were your apartment is. while jungwon has its own dorm inside campus, both of you heard sound of the rain already approaching, within a sec you both were soaked was by rain.
the rain came down hard and sudden, soaking through your clothes in seconds. You hissed in frustration, clutching your backpack tighter against your chest.
âShit⌠my laptop!â you hissed.
Jungwon let out a short laugh despite the rain, water dripping from his hair. âCome on, drama queen! My dormâs closer. Run!â
Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand â his grip warm and firm even through the cold rain â and pulled you along with him. You both sprinted through the dimly lit campus paths, shoes splashing against puddles. His broad shoulders tried to shield you a little, but it was useless. your oversized plaid shirt was now glued to your body, and your wide-leg pants felt like they weighed ten kilos.
By the time you reached his dorm building, you were both laughing and panting. He quickly swiped his keycard, held the door open for you like the gentleman he was, and you rushed inside.
the warm light and sudden quiet after the roaring rain felt heavenly. Jungwon shook his hair like a wet puppy, droplets flying everywhere, then turned to you with a playful grin. His white shirt was now see-through, clinging to his shoulders and chest.
âYou look like a drowned cat,â he teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. âA very cute drowned cat, though.â
You were still clutching your backpack to your chest, cheeks warming up. âYa⌠Jungwon, itâs fine. Iâll justââ
âShower,â he cut you off, already walking toward his closet. âNo arguments. Youâre soaked and Iâm not letting you get sick. Iâll lend you clothes. Mine will be big on you but way better than walking home like that.â
He tossed you one of his hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, then tilted his head with that signature dimpled smile.
âUnless you want me to join you in the shower to save water? Best friend privileges,â he joked, winking.
Your eyes widened. âYang Jungwon!â
He laughed â bright and boyish â clearly enjoying how easily he could fluster you.
âKidding. Mostly.â He nodded toward the bathroom. âGo warm up. Iâll dry your stuff and order something to eat. Youâre not leaving until the rain stops anyway.â
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, still dripping but looking annoyingly good even like this.
âHurry up, y/n. Or I really will come drag you in there myself.â
âDon't try...â you warned, raising a small fist at him threateningly as you backed toward the bathroom. âIâm serious, Yang Jungwon. No funny business.â
Jungwon just grinned, that left dimple deepening as he lifted both hands in mock surrender. âWouldnât dream of it,â he said, though his cat-like eyes clearly said otherwise. âGo warm up, y/n. Iâll behave⌠for now.â
You rolled your eyes and quickly slipped into the bathroom, heart beating a little faster than usual.
After a nice warm shower, you changed into the clothes Jungwon lent you â his oversized black hoodie that reached mid-thigh and a pair of gray sweatpants you had to roll at the waist. They smelled like him. You sat on the edge of his bed, still gently ruffling your damp hair with a towel when he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.
Jungwon had changed into a simple white t-shirt and black sweatpants. A towel was draped over his head as he ruffled his own hair, making it messy in that annoyingly cute way. He walked over and casually plopped down right beside you on the bed, close enough that your knees almost touched.
Without saying anything, he reached over and took the towel from your hands, continuing to gently dry your hair for you.
You froze for a second, then let out a soft laugh. âJungwon⌠I can do it myself.â
He didnât stop. His fingers moved carefully through your hair gently, as he tilted his head with a small smile.
âLet me,â he said softly, voice warm.
You stayed quiet, letting him. The room was filled with only the sound of rain still pouring outside and the faint rustle of the towel. After a moment, Jungwonâs smile turned a little nostalgic.
âYou know⌠this reminds me of when we were five,â he murmured, still drying your hair. âYou got all stubborn and ran out to play in the rain even though your mom said no. We both ended up soaked and got scolded so badly.â
You let out a quiet laugh, remembering. âYou got in trouble because of me that day.â
âMhm,â Jungwon hummed, his cat eyes crinkling. âBut I still dried your hair after, just like this. Even back then you were already a handful.â He paused, then teased, âSome things never change, huh?â
You turned your head slightly to look at him, cheeks warming again. âAnd youâre still the same⌠always acting like my personal caretaker.â
He grinned, showing off that dimple again as he leaned in a little closer, pretending to inspect your hair.
âSomeone has to take care of you. Youâd probably catch a cold and blame me tomorrow if I didnât.â His voice dropped playfully, âOr maybe I just like taking care of you. Best friend privilege, remember?â
You nudged his shoulder lightly. âYouâre so cheesy today.â
âOnly for you,â he winked, still gently tousling your hair with the towel. âNow sit still. Iâm not done yet.â
You slowly raised both hands and rested them on the bed for balance, smiling down at him even though he was still gently drying your hair. Jungwonâs fingers paused for a second, but you didnât let him finish. Instead, you reached for the towel still around his neck and started tousling his damp hair yourself.
âAnd remember,â you said softly, smiling, âI did the exact same thing to you back then.â
You leaned in a little closer as you dried his hair, your body naturally rising. His head ended up right in front of your chest as he looked up at you with those sharp cat-like eyes. You kept talking casually, completely unaware of how intimate the moment had become.
âYou always got sick easier than me, so I had to dry your hair like this every time you followed me into the rain. Remember? Youâd complain the whole time but still let me do it.â
Jungwon didnât answer right away. Instead, his hand slowly moved to rest on your waist, holding you firmly in place. His grip was warm and steady through the oversized hoodie you were wearing. He kept looking up at you, his usual playful smile fading into something softer in his eyes.
You finally noticed.
The playful words died on your lips as your eyes met his. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment â longer than best friends probably should. The sound of rain drumming against the window filled the quiet room.
You slowly lowered your hand, letting the towel rest around his neck. Jungwonâs free hand moved from your waist to gently touch your shoulder, then brushed a strand of damp hair away from your cheek. Both of his hands eventually cupped your face, thumbs lightly stroking your skin.
Your breath caught. Without thinking, you slid your hands around his neck, steadying yourself as you both leaned in closer⌠closerâŚ
Your foreheads rested together. The warmth of his skin, the familiar scent of his shampoo, the way his breath brushed your lips â everything felt electric.
Then, slowly, naturally, like it had been waiting for years, Jungwon tilted his head just slightly and kissed you.
It was soft at first. Gentle. A careful press of his lips against yours, almost testing if youâd pull away. When you didnât â when you kissed him back â the kiss deepened, his hands still cradling your face like you were something precious.
He tasted warmth inside you.
When you finally pulled back just enough to breathe, Jungwonâs cat eyes were half-lidded, his left dimple barely showing as he gave you a small, almost shy smile.
ââŚTook us long enough, huh?â he whispered, voice a little husky, thumb still brushing your cheek. âMy stubborn best friend.â
Before you could even answer him, before your brain could catch up with what just happened, you pulled him in again.
Your hands tightened around his neck as you leaned forward and kissed him once more â this time with a little more confidence and little more need. Jungwon let out a soft surprised sound against your lips before melting into it, his arms wrapping fully around your waist and pulling you closer.
The second kiss was warmer. Deeper. Less careful.
His lips moved against yours with that same gentle firmness he always had, but now there was a quiet hunger behind it. One of his hands slid up your back, fingers slipping under the oversized hoodie you were wearing, pressing against your warm skin. The other stayed on your waist, holding you like he was afraid youâd disappear.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing a little heavier. Your foreheads stayed pressed together. Jungwonâs cat-like eyes were darker now, half-lidded, and that famous left dimple appeared as he gave you a small, breathless smile.
âWow⌠okay,â he whispered, voice teasing, though slightly shaky. âIf I knew drying your hair would lead to this, I wouldâve done it every single day since we were kids.â
You let out a soft laugh, still holding onto him. Your cheeks were burning.
âShut up, JungwonâŚâ
He chuckled, the sound warm. He leaned in and placed a quick, playful kiss on the tip of your nose, then your forehead, before resting his head against yours again.
âYou know,â he murmured, thumb gently stroking your lower back under the hoodie, âIâve been waiting for you to do that for years. My stubborn best friend finally kissed me first. Iâm never letting you live this down.â
His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, but there was something softer underneath â something real.
âSoâŚâ he tilted his head, lips brushing yours again teasingly, âdoes this mean I can stop pretending I only see you as my best friend? Or are we still playing that game?â
He stayed close, arms wrapped around you, waiting for your answer while the rain continued pouring outside â like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.
You nodded slowly, eyes locked on his.
âNo more pretending,â you whispered.
Then you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him even closer until there was almost no space left between you. Your noses brushed, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips as you stared at him â really looked at him.
Jungwonâs eyes softened, but the playful spark was still there. His left dimple slowly appeared as he smiled, arms tightening around your waist in return.
âGood,â he murmured, voice low and a little husky. âBecause Iâve been pretending for way too long.â
He leaned in first this time, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, like he was savoring the fact that he finally could. One of his hands slid up your back under the hoodie, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin while the other stayed firmly on your waist, keeping you pressed against him.
When he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against yours again.
âYou have no idea how many times I wanted to do this,â he confessed with a soft chuckle, brushing his nose against yours playfully. âEvery time you smiled at me. Every time you teased me. Every single time we got caught in the rain together⌠I just wanted to kiss you.â
You laughed quietly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Jungwon tilted his head, eyes narrowing in that cute mischievous way. âSo⌠does this mean youâre officially my girl now? Or are we still calling this best friend privileges with extra steps?â
He leaned in and placed a quick, teasing kiss on the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose â clearly enjoying how flustered he could still make you.
âBecause Iâm really hoping itâs the first one,â he added, voice dropping playfully as he hugged you tighter. âIâve waited since we were kids to call you mine, y/n."
You smiled softly, still wrapped tightly around him, and whispered against his lips.
âI have always been yours, silly.â
Jungwonâs eyes widened for a split second before that bright, heart-melting smile broke across his face â the one that showed his left dimple perfectly. He let out a soft, relieved laugh and buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you even tighter.
âGod⌠youâre going to kill me saying things like that,â he mumbled against your skin, his breath warm. He pulled back just enough to look at you again.
You tilted your head, still holding him close. âSo⌠what now?â
Jungwon hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think seriously while his hands gently caressed your waist under the oversized hoodie.
âHmm⌠good question,â he said, voice playful. He leaned in and gave you a slow, sweet kiss before pulling away with a smirk.
âWhat now is⌠I finally get to do all the things Iâve been holding back for years.â
He gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, then rested his forehead against yours again.
âFirst, Iâm keeping you here tonight. No walking home in the rain. SecondâŚâ He kissed the corner of your mouth teasingly. âI get to call you my girlfriend. For real this time. No more just best friends excuses.â
He pulled back slightly, eyes softening as he looked at you with that gentle, fond expression only you ever got to see.
âAnd thirdâŚâ His voice dropped a little, more sincere now. âWe take this slow if you want⌠or not slow. Whatever youâre comfortable with. Youâve always been my priority, y/n. Thatâs not changing just because I can finally kiss you whenever I want.â
He grinned again, that playful glint returning as he lightly poked your side.
âBut fair warning⌠Iâm probably going to be annoyingly clingy now. You created this monster, so you have to deal with it.â
Jungwon leaned in and kissed you once more â soft, lingering, and full of quiet joy â before resting his chin on your shoulder, hugging you close while the rain continued falling outside.
âSo⌠girlfriend,â he whispered teasingly against your ear. âWhat do you want to do now?â
You stayed wrapped in his arms pulled him away for a sec, your faces so close that your breaths mixed. Looking straight into his eyes, something bolder took over. Your voice dropped to a soft, shaky whisper.
âIâve thought about it so many times⌠how youâd feel inside me,â you confessed, cheeks burning. âHow warm youâd be⌠how deep you could go.â
The words hung heavy between you.
You whispered those bold words against his lips, and something in Jungwon snapped.
For a second, Jungwon froze, his eyes darkening instantly. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your skin like he was trying to steady himself. You could feel his heartbeat pick up against your chest.
Then you slowly pulled back just enough to smile at him â a shy but playful little smile, like you couldnât believe youâd just said that.
Jungwon let out a shaky breath, his left dimple flashing as he smirked, though his ears had turned bright red.
âFuck, y/nâŚâ he whispered, voice suddenly Husky âYou canât say something like that while looking at me with those eyes and then smile so innocently.â
His eyes darkened with want. Without another word, he pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss, tongues meeting as he flipped you both so you were lying on your back on his bed.
You tugged at his shirt impatiently. Jungwon helped you pull it over his head, then reached for the oversized hoodie you were wearing. Piece by piece, your clothes disappeared â his shirt, his sweatpants, your borrowed clothes â until both of you were completely bare, skin against skin.
He kissed you like he was starving, hands roaming over your body with a mix of gentleness and desperation. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, then lower, leaving soft marks on your collarbone as he settled between your legs.
âBeen waiting so long for thisâŚâ he breathed against your skin.
You pulled him back up, kissing him hard as you felt him press against your entrance bare Raw.
Jungwon looked into your eyes, silently asking. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He pushed in slowly at first, groaning deeply as he felt your warmth surround him. Inch by inch, he filled you completely, stretching you open until he bottomed out with a shaky breath.
âFuck⌠y/n,â he whispered, voice rough. âYou feel even better than I imagined.â
He started moving â deep, steady thrusts that pressed you harder into the sheets. You moaned, legs wrapping around him. Jungwon grabbed your thighs, pushing them back toward your chest, opening you up more as he fucked you raw.
Your hands moved to hold the back of your own thighs, steadying them just like he wanted, keeping yourself spread for him. You looked up at him â flushed cheeks, messy hair, that left dimple showing even now as he smiled through the pleasure.
Jungwonâs eyes were locked on yours, intense and full of emotion as he thrust deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the rain.
âLook at me, baby,â he panted, leaning down to kiss you messily while still moving inside you. âBeen my best friend for years⌠now youâre finally mine. All mine.â
He picked up the pace, fucking you harder, pressing you deeper into the mattress. Every thrust was raw, warm, and perfect. His hands stayed on your thighs, helping you hold them open as he drove into you again and again.
You could feel every inch of him.
âJungwonâŚâ you moaned his name, eyes never leaving his.
He groaned, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavy.
âThatâs it⌠keep looking at me while I fuck you,â he whispered playfully, even now, voice husky. âMy pretty girl.â
âFuck⌠fuck⌠fuckâŚâ you whimpered breathlessly, the words spilling out like a broken prayer as Jungwon drove into you harder.
You were holding the back of your own thighs tightly, keeping them pressed up and open for him just like he wanted. Every deep, raw thrust made your body jolt against the sheets, your voice cracking into soft, desperate moans.
Jungwon groaned above you, his cat-like eyes dark and locked on your face, watching every expression you made.
âShit, babyâŚâ he panted, voice husky and strained. âYouâre squeezing me so tight.â
He leaned down closer, folding you even more as he fucked you deeper â slow but powerful strokes that made you feel every inch of him. Skin slapped against skin, wet and filthy, mixing with the heavy sound of rain pounding against the window.
âLook at you,â he whispered hotly against your ear, one hand still gripping your thigh while the other braced beside your head. âMy pretty best friend⌠moaning my name while I fuck you raw like this.â
You moaned louder, eyes fluttering as pleasure crashed through you. âJungwon⌠fuckââ
He kissed you messily, swallowing your whimpers as his hips snapped forward again and again, burying himself to the hilt every time. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over, making your toes curl.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, sweat glistening on his forehead, that left dimple flashing even through his wrecked expression.
âYouâre so fucking wet for me,â he groaned, voice playful but dripping with lust. âBeen holding this in for years⌠and now youâre letting me ruin you like this? So good for me, baby.â
His pace quickened, thrusting harder, deeper, pressing your thighs further back as he fucked you into the mattress. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, body trembling beneath him.
Jungwon pressed his forehead to yours, breathing heavily.
âTell me if itâs too much,â he murmured, even as he kept pounding into you, âbut fuck⌠I donât want to stop. You feel too perfect.â
He kissed you again, swallowing another string of âfuck⌠fuckâŚâ that fell from your lips, hips never slowing down.
âFuck⌠fuck⌠fuckâŚâ you kept whimpering, voice breaking with every deep thrust as Jungwon fucked you raw, your hands still gripping the back of your thighs to keep yourself spread open for him.
Jungwonâs pace became more intense, hips snapping harder as he felt you clenching around him.
âJungwonâŚâ you moaned loudly, eyes glassy with pleasure. âJungwonâŚ!â
âThatâs it, baby,â he groaned, voice rough and low. He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours while still holding your thighs open. âCum for me. Let me feel you.â
He angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot relentlessly, faster and deeper. Your moans turned into broken cries as the pressure built unbearably tight inside you.
âJungwonâ!â you gasped sharply, body suddenly tensing.
You came hard around him, thighs shaking in your own grip as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your walls pulsed and squeezed him tightly, making Jungwon groan deeply, he fucked you through your orgasm.
âFuck, youâre so tight when you cumâŚâ he panted, kissing your neck messily while still moving inside you, slower now to let you ride it out.
You were still trembling when you finally caught your breath. Looking up at him with hazy eyes, you whispered breathlessly,
âLet me⌠take overâŚâ
Jungwonâs eyes flashed with surprise and excitement. He gave you a lazy, dimpled smirk even while still buried deep inside you.
âYeah?â he breathed, leaning down to kiss you once before pulling out slowly, making you both hiss at the loss.
He rolled onto his back beside you, his hard cock glistening and flushed. You didnât waste time â you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Jungwonâs hands immediately found your waist, guiding you as you hovered over him.
âGo on then, baby,â he said, voice husky and teasing, though his eyes were blazing. âTake over. Use me however you want.â
You wrapped your hand around his length, lining him up before slowly sinking down onto him again, taking every inch until he was fully inside you once more. The new angle made both of you moan.
Jungwonâs head fell back against the pillow, hands gripping your hips tightly.
âShit⌠you look so good on top,â he groaned, watching you with hooded eyes. âRide me, y/n. Show your best friendâ fuck, your boyfriend how badly youâve wanted this too.â
He gave you that signature playful smirk even while breathing heavily, thumbs stroking your skin encouragingly.
You braced your hands on his chest and started riding him, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm, taking him deep with every movement. Jungwonâs grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he watched you with hungry eyes.
âCum for me pleaseâŚâ you moaned breathlessly, voice shaky as you bounced on his cock. âBaby⌠Jungwon pleaseâ cum inside meâŚâ
Jungwon groaned loudly, his head pressing back into the pillow for a second before he snapped his gaze back to you. That left dimple appeared as he smirked through the pleasure.
âFuck, y/n⌠youâre so dirty when you want something,â he rasped. âBegging your best friend to fill you up like this?â
He sat up slightly, wrapping one strong arm around your back while the other gripped your hip hard, guiding your movements. He started thrusting up to meet you, driving himself deeper with every bounce.
âThatâs it, baby. Ride me just like thatâ fuck, youâre taking me so well,â he growled against your neck, biting down lightly. âYou feel so fucking good⌠so warm and wet. This pussy was made for me, wasnât it?â
You moaned louder, hips moving faster as he guided you, controlling the pace with his firm hands. Jungwonâs breath was hot against your skin, his voice dropping even lower.
âYou want me to cum inside you? Want your boyfriend to fill you up raw until itâs dripping out of you?â He thrust up harder, making you cry out. âBeen waiting years to breed this pretty cunt⌠and now youâre asking so nicely.â
He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he helped you ride him faster, deeper. His hand slipped between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit.
âCum again for me first,â he demanded playfully, even while panting. âI want to feel you squeezing my cock before I fill you up.â
The pressure built quickly. Between his thrusts, his thumb, and his filthy words, you came again with a broken moan, clenching hard around him.
Jungwon groaned deeply, hips stuttering. âThatâs my good girlâ fuck!â
He pulled you down hard onto him and came, pulsing hot and deep inside you. You felt every twitch, every warm spurt as he filled you up, groaning your name against your shoulder.
For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the rain still pouring outside.
But Jungwon wasnât done.
He flipped you over onto your back in one smooth motion, still buried inside you. His eyes were gleaming with mischief and hunger as he looked down at you, a lazy smirk on his lips.
âAnother round,â he whispered, voice husky. He slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cum even deeper into you. âYou didnât think I was finished with you after one time, did you?â
He leaned down and kissed you deeply, already starting to move again â slower this time, but just as deep.
âLook at me, baby,â he murmured against your lips, that signature dimple showing. âIâm gonna fuck you all night. My pretty girlfriend deserves to be ruined properly, donât you think?â
Jungwon stayed buried deep inside you for a few more moments, savoring the way you were still fluttering around him. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he pulled out almost completely â only the tip of his cock resting against your soaked entrance.
You whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
âJungwonâŚâ you breathed, voice needy and slightly frustrated.
He smirked down at you, that signature left dimple deepening. Sweat glistened on his skin, but he looked far too composed for someone who had just fucked you senseless.
âHmm?â he hummed innocently, tilting his head. One hand slid down between your bodies, and he lazily rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slick folds, teasing your clit with every slow stroke. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
You tried to roll your hips up to take him back in, but he pulled back just enough to deny you, chuckling softly.
âJungwonâŚâ you whined again, reaching for his shoulders.
He caught your wrists gently and pinned them above your head with one hand, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear.
âSo impatient,â he teased, voice low and playful. âYou were just begging me to cum inside you like a good girl⌠and now youâre already desperate for more?â
He continued rubbing his cock against you â slow, torturous slides through your wetness, occasionally pressing just the tip inside before pulling back out again. Every time you thought heâd finally push in, he denied you with a soft laugh.
âLook at you,â he murmured, kissing along your jaw. âMy sweet best friend⌠now my greedy little girlfriend. Youâre dripping everywhere, y/n. Making such a mess on my sheets.â
He pressed in just a little deeper this time â only halfway â then pulled out again completely, tapping his cock against your sensitive clit.
âJungwon, pleaseâŚâ you gasped, squirming underneath him.
âPlease what?â he asked, eyes gleaming with that familiar teasing glint. He leaned down and kissed you softly, then pulled back before you could deepen it. âYou want me to fuck you again? Or should I keep teasing this pretty pussy until youâre crying for me?â
He rubbed his length against you even slower, watching your face closely, clearly enjoying every frustrated moan and whimper you let out.
âIâve waited years to have you like this,â he whispered hotly against your neck, nipping at your skin. âLet me enjoy my new favorite toy for a little longer, yeah?â
He finally pushed the tip back in, stretching you open again, but stayed completely still, refusing to give you the friction you desperately wanted.
âTell me nicely, baby,â he cooed, smiling against your lips. âBeg your boyfriend properly.â
âPlease⌠babyâŚâ you whimpered, hips twitching desperately under him. âI want you inside⌠please.â
Jungwonâs teasing smirk finally softened into something darker and hungrier. He let out a low groan at your sweet begging.
âFuck⌠how can I say no when you ask like that?â
He pushed back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You both moaned loudly as he filled you again. This time he didnât tease â he fucked you properly, harder, hips snapping against yours while he held your thighs open.
âSuch a good girl,â he panted, kissing you messily. âMy pretty girlfriend takes me so well.â
You went through a few more intense rounds after that â switching positions, him taking you from behind. The rain eventually stopped, but the sounds of your moans and skin slapping together filled the room for hours.
Eventually, you both ended up in a heated 69. You were on top facing backward, leaning down to take his cock into your mouth, sucking him eagerly while he had his face buried between your thighs. Jungwon groaned against your swollen pussy, sucking on your clit while two fingers pumped inside you.
âFuckâ just like that, baby,â he moaned, voice muffled as he licked and fingered you messily. âSuck me deeper⌠yeah, good girl.â
You whimpered around his length, hips grinding back against his tongue as he devoured you. Both of you were desperate and sloppy, chasing pleasure until you both came hard one last time.
The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains. You slowly woke up, body deliciously sore, voice raspy from hours of moaning and whimpering his name.
Your eyes widened when you realized how bright it was outside.
âJungwonâŚâ you called, voice hoarse and rough.
He stirred beside you, pulling you closer under the blanket. Both of you were still completely naked, skin warm against each other.
âHmm?â he mumbled sleepily, burying his face in your neck. Then his eyes opened slowly. When he saw the time on his phone, he let out a quiet laugh.
âShit⌠weâre definitely late for class.â
He rolled over so he was half on top of you, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, then your lips gently.
âMorning, girlfriend,â he whispered with a playful smile, that left dimple showing. âHowâs your voice? Sounds like someone got properly ruined last night.â
You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. Jungwon chuckled and hugged you tighter, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles.
Aftercare mode was fully on. He kissed the top of your head and spoke softly.
âYou okay? Not too sore?â He gently stroked your hair. âIâll make you some warm tea for your throat. We can skip morning classes⌠or at least the first one. Iâll send a message to our group chat saying weâre finishing the project.â
He pulled back slightly to look at you, eyes full of warmth and affection.
âLast night was⌠everything,â he said sincerely, brushing his thumb across your cheek. âNo more pretending. Youâre really mine now.â
You smiled tiredly and nodded. Jungwon leaned in and gave you one last soft kiss.
âStay in bed a little longer, baby. Iâll take care of you today too⌠just like always.â
You shook your head, still curled up against him under the blanket, body sore and voice raspy.
âNo⌠we arenât even done yet. Get up, get up,â you said, poking his chest. âThe project isnât finished. We still have to meet the group today.â
Jungwon groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. âBut youâre sore⌠and I like you in my bed.â
âToo bad,â you laughed, pushing at his shoulder even though your legs still felt shaky. âResponsibility first, boyfriend.â
He lifted his head, eyes narrowing playfully at the new title. That left dimple appeared as he smirked.
âSay that again.â
âBoyfriend,â you repeated, cheeks warming.
Jungwonâs expression softened into something dangerously fond. He leaned in and kissed you slow and deep, like he was sealing the word into reality.
âFine,â he sighed against your lips. âBut Iâm helping you with everything today. No arguments.â
He stayed true to his word. After another gentle shower (with lots of soft kisses but no more sex), he helped you dry off and even carried you back to your apartment when your legs protested walking too much.
At your place, Jungwon sat on your bed and watched with a small smile as you changed. You slipped into the cute floral skirt that swayed gently around your thighs, a white tube top, and a soft cardigan over it. He stood up to help adjust the cardigan, fingers lingering on your waist.
âYou look beautiful,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. âStill canât believe youâre mine now.â
He walked you all the way to campus, hand in hand the entire time, refusing to let you carry your own bag.
When you finally reached the outdoor table, the rest of the group was already there. You sat down carefully â very aware of how sore you were â and Jungwon immediately scooted his chair right next to yours, arm resting along the back of your seat.
The group noticed the extra closeness right away.
One of the girls smirked. âYou two are extra attached today. Did something happen?â
Jungwon just smiled calmly, his fingers lightly playing with the sleeve of your cardigan. âWe stayed up really late finishing the slides. Right, y/n?â
You nodded, trying to keep a straight face. âYeah. Very long night.â
The others laughed it off easily.
âTypical Jungwon and y/n behavior,â one of the guys said, waving it away. âYou two have been glued together since freshman year. Nothing new.â
They had no idea.
Under the table, Jungwonâs hand rested possessively on your thigh, thumb drawing slow circles over your floral skirt. He leaned in close while pretending to look at the shared laptop screen, whispering softly in your ear.
âIf they knew I spent half the night buried inside my best friend⌠and that sheâs still sore because of me⌠they wouldnât be so casual about it.â
You pinched his leg under the table, cheeks burning.
âFocus,â you whispered back, but you couldnât hide your smile.
Jungwon just chuckled quietly, that killer dimple flashing as he turned back to the group and started calmly explaining the next part of the presentation like nothing had changed.
But everything had.
He stayed glued to your side the entire session â refilling your water, handing you pens, occasionally brushing your hair behind your ear. The group just assumed it was normal best-friend behavior.
Only you two knew the truth behind every soft touch and secret glance.
When the group finally wrapped up for the day, Jungwon leaned in again, lips brushing your ear.
âProjectâs done. Now can I take my girlfriend home?â His voice dropped teasingly. âIâll be gentle this time⌠maybe.â
He gave you that mischievous cat-like smile, waiting for your answer.
You turned to him with a soft laugh, reaching up to gently squeeze his cheek between your fingers. His skin was warm under your touch.
âAlright, alright, babyâŚâ you whispered, voice still a little raspy from last night.
Jungwonâs eyes widened for a split second in surprise, then softened with pure affection. That signature left dimple deepened as he smiled brightly, clearly loving the new pet name in public â even if the group couldnât hear.
The rest of the group was busy packing up their things, chatting among themselves, completely unaware of the intimate little moment happening right beside them.
Jungwon leaned in closer, his hand still resting on your thigh under the table, and murmured just loud enough for you to hear.
âSay it again later when weâre alone. I like how it sounds coming from my girlfriend.â
You rolled your eyes fondly but couldnât stop smiling. He helped you gather your things, slinging both your bag and his over his shoulder before offering his hand.
As the two of you walked away from the table, side by side under the late afternoon sun, Jungwon glanced back at the group once and then at you, his expression warm and content.
âBest friends to this⌠took us long enough,â he said softly, squeezing your hand. âNo more pretending.â
You leaned your head against his shoulder as you walked, the floral skirt swaying gently with each step.
âYeah,â you whispered. âFinally.â
Jungwon pressed a quick, sweet kiss to the top of your head, that playful sparkle still in his eyes.
âCome on, baby. Letâs go home. I still owe you proper aftercare⌠and maybe round⌠whatever weâre on now.â
You laughed and squeezed his hand tighter.
The rain from last night was long gone. The sky was clear, and so was everything between you two.
â holy moly anyways I hope you enjoy it anon (â ~â ￣â Âłâ ￣â )â ~ âĄ
dilf!psh x reader, dads bsf!psh, age gap, virginity loss, toxic parental relationship, alcoholism, daddy issues, fingering, mutual masturbation, recording, unprotected sex, hyung line mentioned, smoking, illit moka & minju mentioned, not proofread 6.8k wc
when your father's disgustingly good-looking best friend drops off your drunk dad, only to stay behind and distract you from the pain.
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you loved school.
not because you were some overly studious nerd who couldn't get enough of textbooks and homework, but because school felt freeing. it was the only place where your lungs didnât burn with the suffocating scent of alcohol.
home was different.
you dreaded walking back every afternoon, fingers tightening around your bag as you stood outside the front door, already knowing what waited on the other side.
the smell hit first.
sharp. bitter. stale.
it clung to the walls, the furniture and your clothes like it had permanently seeped into every corner of your life.
you hated it. you hated what caused it even more.
your dad.
ever since your mom died from a brutal car accident, your life had never been the same.
what was once a warm, happy family slowly fell apart piece by piece. your dad changed after her death. at first it was only a drink or two after work, small enough for you to pretend it wasnât becoming a problem.
but as the days turned into months, and the months into years, his grief only grew heavier.
and so did the drinking.
he drowned himself in alcohol so often that eventually, it felt like he stopped being your father altogether. the man who used to laugh with your mom in the kitchen and drive you to school every morning became nothing more than a stranger passing through the house.
now, you couldnât even remember the last proper conversation the two of you had without it turning into some sort of argument.
it had probably been almost two years.
you kept your bag slung over one shoulder as you sat in class, staring at your notebook without really seeing it.
you blinked slowly, forcing yourself to write a few words down just so it looked like you were listening.
around you, everyone else seemed more awake than you felt.
moka was somewhere nearby, probably already done copying notes and now quietly kicking your chair just to get your attention.
âpsst,â she whispered. âyouâre literally spacing out again.â
you turned your head slightly, forcing a small hum of acknowledgment.
âiâm not,â you mumbled.
instead of turning back to her work, she leaned forward a little.
âhey,â she whispered again. ârandom question.â
âdo you think minju likes anyone?â that got your attention.
you glanced at her. âwhat?â
moka tried (and failed) to look casual.
ânothing. i was just wondering.â
you stared at her for a second, âyou like her.â
âshh!â moka immediately hissed, looking around even though nobody was paying attention. âkeep your voice down.â
you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips, âwow.â
you let out a quiet laugh.
for the first time all lesson, moka looked more distracted than you did.
the bell eventually came like a relief you didnât realize you were waiting for.
chairs pushed back, the room filled with noise again, and people started packing up faster than the teacher could even finish speaking.
you moved a little slower, slipping your notebook into your bag while everyone else rushed out.
moka waited for you by the door, rocking back on her heels.
the hallway was crowded, loud with students spilling out of classrooms, lockers slamming shut, voices overlapping everywhere.
you kept your gaze forward, letting moka talk beside you about something randomâsomeoneâs drama, a test she barely studied for, a teacher she didnât like.
you responded here and there, but your answers were short, half there.
at one point, minju passed by with a few friends and moka's sentence immediately cut off.
you watched her eyes follow minju for a second before she quickly looked away.
âyou are so obvious,â you said.
âi literally didn't do anything.â
âright.â
âi didn't!â
by the time you reached the school gates, the air outside felt slightly better.
you slowed down without realizing it as you began to focus on what moka had to say.
âcome on, y/n!â moka whined, dramatically tugging on your arm as the two of you walked out of school. âitâs been forever, and weâre always hanging out at my place. i wanna go to yours for once too.â
you let out a quiet sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
âmaybe another time.â
âthatâs what you said last time,â she pouted, narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously. âand the time before that. are you secretly hiding something in your house or something?â
if only she knew.
your grip tightened slightly around your bag. âitâs just messy.â
âmessy?â moka scoffed. ây/n, my room literally looks like a tornado hit it every other day. i donât care.â
you forced out a small laugh, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.
moka slowed her steps, her expression softening almost immediately. âhey,â she said quietly, nudging your shoulder. âyou know you can tell me if somethingâs wrong, right?â
the words made something uncomfortable twist in your chest.
because something was wrong.
something had been wrong for years now.
but no matter how many times moka asked, you could never bring yourself to say it out loud. admitting it would make everything feel too real.
so instead, you smiled. "nothingâs wrong,â you lied.
moka stared at you for a moment longer before sighing dramatically again. âfineee. but one day iâm showing up at your house uninvited.â
your heart nearly stops. "don't do that," you give her a playful smile to cover up the anxiousness that filled your heart.
"thereâs a convenience store near your house, right? we can just go there.â she suggests.
you paused for a second. ââŚokay,â you said quietly.
moka immediately lit up and the two of you started walking. her chatter filling the space as she talked about random things you barely registered. your steps slowed slightly the closer you got to your neighborhood, that familiar weight settling in your chest again.
same streets. same air. same feeling you always tried to escape after school.
moka, however, didnât notice. she was too busy skipping ahead a few steps, pointing at random things like she always did.
inside the convenience store, everything felt almost normal again.
the soft buzz of the fridge, the quiet beeping at the register, the crinkle of snack bags as you and moka wandered the aisles like you had all the time in the world.
moka had already claimed half the store in her arms again. âthis is for later,â she said, dropping a pack of chips into her basket. âand this is for now. and this is just⌠because i feel like it.â
you shook your head slightly, picking out a drink and tossing it into your own hand-held basket. for a moment, it almost felt easy.
then the door slammed open, the bell above it rang too loudly.
you both paused.
a man stumbled inside, slightly off balance, holding onto the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. his breath was heavy, his eyes unfocused, and he walked straight to the alcohol section without even looking around.
he grabbed a few cans of beer then stopped at the counter.
the cashier greeted him politely, but the man didnât respond properly. he just stared for a second too long, like he was trying to understand something that wasnât making sense.
and then his voice suddenly snapped through the store.
âwhy are you charging me this much? are you trying to rob me or something?â
you stiffened a bit.
the cashier blinked, clearly startled. âsir, thatâs the priceââ
âdonât lie to me,â the man barked, slamming the cans down harder than necessary. âyou think i donât know what you people do?â
the entire store felt like it had gone quiet.
a few customers glanced over. someone near the entrance stepped back. moka slowly lowered her basket.
you werenât looking at the cashier anymore.
you were looking at the man.
and something in your chest tightened, cold and familiar, before you could stop it. the moment you realized who it was, everything in your body went still.
the voice. the posture.
no.
no, no, no.
your basket slipped slightly in your hand.
ây/n?â moka whispered, noticing your sudden change. âhey⌠whatâs wrong?â
you couldnât answer, your throat felt tight like something had wrapped around it and pulled.
your dadâs voice cut through the store again, louder now, more unsteady.
âwhat are you staring at?â
he turned and his eyes landed on you.
for a split second, there was nothing there. no recognition, just confusion. then it hit him.
âoh,â he said, voice sharpening instantly. âso youâre here.â
moka frowned, looking between you and him. âwait⌠you know him?â
you still couldnât speak.
your dad stepped away from the counter, unsteady but suddenly focused on you in a way that made your skin crawl.
âdonât look at me like that,â he snapped, pointing vaguely. âwhy are you even out? what, you think you can justââ
his voice rose, drawing attention again.
you took a small step back without realizing it.
your breathing was wrong now. too fast. too shallow. like your body didnât know how to stay inside itself properly.
moka grabbed your arm, panicked. ây/n, heyâhey, look at me.â
his face twisted as he noticed your reaction.
âoh, donât start with that,â he barked suddenly, louder. âdonât do that, you guilt tripping bitch.â
his words blurred together after that.
all you could feel was the noise. the store. the breathing. the weight of being seen like this. and moka, beside you, suddenly very, very unsure of what she was watching.
your dadâs eyes stayed on you, unfocused and unsteady, like he was seeing you through something warped.
âstop standing there like that,â he snapped suddenly. âyou always do this. you always show up at the worst times and make everythingââ
he cut himself off, jaw tightening as he dragged a hand down his face.
âyou donât get it,â he muttered, voice rough, fraying at the edges. âthe way you look at me.. it's just like her.â
your chest tightened.
he pointed vaguely in your direction, not even fully steady on his feet.
âi wish i never had you.â he said sharply.
it wasnât a big sentence but it landed like one.
something in you cracked open, too loud in your head. your vision blurred before you could stop it.
moka said your name again, more urgent this time, but it barely reached you. you took a step back before you ran out of the store. vision blurred which completely blind sighted you.
it didnât matter, you kept moving anyway.
the park had gone quiet by the time midnight rolled in, leaving only the distant hum of cars and the soft rustle of trees moving in the cold air.
you had stayed there for hours without really meaning to, just sitting through the weight of your thoughts until everything blurred.
eventually, your legs carried you home on their own. the closer you got, the heavier everything felt, the familiar streets and dim streetlights doing nothing to ease the tight feeling in your chest.
when you finally reached your building, you paused in front of the door longer than you should have. for a moment, you just stood there, staring at it, as if waiting for something to change if you delayed it long enough.
but nothing did, so you went inside.
the smell hit you the second you stepped in.
stale alcohol, thick and sour, already filling the air like it had nowhere else to go. it clung to everything instantlu, slipping into your lungs before you even had time to brace yourself for it.
then, slowly, you stepped in and let the door close behind you.
you paused in the doorway for a moment, eyes instinctively moving to the living room, expecting to see your dad like usualâslumped on the couch, tv on, bottle in hand.
but the couch was empty, no tv, no movement, no sign of him at all.
your chest tightened slightly as you stepped inside, realizing pretty quickly what that meant. he wasnât home. he had gone out again.
you did enjoy these moments when he was out, when the apartment didnât feel as suffocating and you could move around freely without the fear of running into him.
you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you a little too softly, like even sound felt dangerous tonight.
once you were inside, you sat on the edge of your bed and finally reached for your phone. the screen lit up immediately, a few notifications already waiting for you.
there were multiple messages, all sent not long after you ran out of the store.
where are you??
please answer me
im so sorry about him, i didnt know your dad was like that
are you okay??
you stared at mokaâs messages for a moment longer, your thumb hovering before you finally typed back.
im okay
you didnât wait for a reply.
instead, you locked your phone and set it aside, like that alone could shut the world out for a while. then you got up and headed to the bathroom, moving on autopilot.
the shower helped a little, but not enough to really fix anything. just enough to blur your thoughts at the edges, to make the day feel slightly farther away than it was before.
when you were done, you changed into something comfortableâan oversized shirt that swallowed your frame, soft shorts, and a pair of socks that made your steps quieter against the floor.
you didnât feel better.
but at least you felt a little less like you were holding everything together.
you eventually made your way downstairs, more out of habit than hunger, opening the fridge and staring at it for a moment before grabbing whatever was easiest to make.
a classic nutella sandwich.
the quiet of the apartment helped a little while you moved around the kitchen, focused on the small task in front of you.
suddenly, you hear from the front door a soft click, followed by it opening.
your hands froze mid-motion.
for a second you didnât even breathe, just standing there as the sound of footsteps reached the entryway.
your mind immediately filled in the worst possibility.
him.
without thinking, you crouched down quickly and slid under the kitchen counter, pulling your legs in close and pressing yourself into the small space as quietly as you could.
your heart was already racing.
a heavier sound, like someone struggling slightly with weight, something being shifted carefully rather than dropped or thrown. the kind of sound that made your stomach tighten all over again because it didnât fit the scenario your brain had already prepared for.
you hesitantly shifted just enough to peek out from your hiding spot.
what you saw made you freeze completely.
a man you didnât recognize was inside your apartment, steadying your dadâs unconscious body with a firm grip as he guided him toward the couch. your dad looked completely out of it, barely supported, his weight slumped against the strangerâs shoulder.
the man set him down carefully, adjusting his position so he wouldnât fall off, before straightening up and finally glancing around the room.
that was when you really saw him properly.
he was really good-looking. like genuinely breath taking. sharp jawline, straight nose that gave his face a clean, structured look.
holy shit.
you slowly rose from under the counter, the man hadnât noticed you yet, his attention still on your dad as he adjusted him slightly on the couch, making sure he was stable.
carefully, you stepped out into the open, each movement slow and hesitant. only when your footsteps lightly brushed against the floor did he pause.
he turned.
his eyes landed on you, and for a brief second his expression shiftedâsubtle surprise flickering across his face, like he genuinely hadnât expected anyone else to be there.
his gaze stayed on you for a moment longer before he spoke, voice calm but curious.
âoh? i didn't know he had a daughter.â
of course that fucker wouldnât have told anyone about you.
you stepped a little closer, your eyes drifting past the stranger to where your father now lay on the couch, completely out of it. the sight made something in your stomach twist. slumped, unresponsive, the reality of it settling in all over again in a way you didnât want to look at for too long.
you forced your gaze away.
the man noticed the shift in your expression almost immediately. without saying anything else, he turned and started walking toward the kitchen. a silent cue to go with him.
after a brief hesitation, you followed him.
the apartment felt quieter the farther you moved from the living room, like the tension there stayed behind with your father. the kitchen light was softer, warmer somehow, and he leaned slightly against the counter as he waited, glancing at you once you stepped in behind him.
âsorry, shouldâve introduced myself,â he said, glancing at you properly. âiâm sunghoon.â
you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your face for a moment, like he was quietly trying to place you in the picture he already had in his head.
âiâm y/n,â you said softly, your voice coming out smaller than you intended.
there was a brief pause after that.
you found yourself looking back at him properly too, the thick brows that gave him a naturally composed look. the moles on his face, one sitting close to the bridge of his nose, another a little lower on his cheek.
he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, rolling it between his fingers for a second before lighting it. the small spark briefly lit his face, then faded as he took a slow drag, his eyes still resting on you like he hadnât missed a single thing youâd said or done.
the silence between you wasnât uncomfortable, but it was heavy in a way you couldnât quite name.
âsorry about your dad,â he said after a moment, exhaling faintly to the side so the smoke didnât drift toward you. his tone stayed calm, almost matter-of-fact, but there was something softer underneath it. âi know heâs⌠not easy to deal with.â
you werenât sure what to say to that.
âitâs okay⌠iâm used to it,â you said quietly, lowering your gaze to the floor instead of looking at him.
sunghoon watched you for a moment, his cigarette still between his fingers as he took another slow drag. there was a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, not mocking, just faintly amused in a way that made him look even more unreadable.
âwe were out having drinks and he passed out like usual,â he said casually, exhaling smoke to the side. his eyes never really left you. ânormally i wouldnât see anyone home. this is the first time iâve seen you.â
his tone made it sound simple, like he was just stating a fact, but the way he looked at you suggested he was taking in more than just the situation. the way his eyes roamed from your face, down to your chest and legs.
was he checking you out?
he tilted his head slightly, cigarette still between his fingers as he held it out a little in your direction, like it was an offer that didnât require much thought.
âwant one?â
your eyes dropped to it for a second before flicking back up to him, âactually, are you even old enough to?â he asked, tone flat but with a hint of amusement under it.
you scoffed under your breath, the smallest bit of defiance slipping through. âiâm 18. of course i can.â
then your gaze dropped again, voice quieter this time.
âiâve done it before...â
sunghoon didnât say anything right away.
he studied you for a moment longer, like he was weighing your words instead of just hearing them. then, without much ceremony, he pulled another cigarette from the pack and offered it anyway.
âthen take one, little girl,â he said simply.
your heart skips a beat at the nickname. cheeks flushing before you hesitantly grabbed it.
a lighter flicked between his fingers a second later, and soon enough the quiet of your kitchen was filled with that faint, drifting smoke curling into the air between you.
the kitchen stayed quiet, only the faint hum of the fridge and the slow burn of the cigarette filling the space between you.
sunghoon leaned against the counter like he had nowhere else to be, eyes drifting over you for a moment before settling again. not intense, but observant in a way that made it hard to ignore.
you shifted slightly under his gaze, unsure what to say or do with the silence.
a small exhale left him, almost like a quiet laugh.
ânot much of a talker, are we?â he said, voice low and calm, like he was commenting on the weather rather than you.
your eyes flicked up to him briefly before dropping again. âi just donât know what to say.â
that seemed to amuse him a little more. he took another slow drag, watching you through the smoke as if he was figuring you out.
sunghoonâs gaze drifted away from you, slowly scanning the room like he was taking it in properly for the first time instead of just standing in it.
thatâs when he stopped and his eyes settled on the wall behind you.
there was an old framed photo hanging slightly off-center, like it had been put there a long time ago and never adjusted since.
you followed his gaze.
it was a picture from years ago, before everything changed. you were thirteen, caught in a moment you barely felt like belonged to you anymore. smiling too brightly, arms wrapped around your mom and dad in a way that looked so easy, so normal, it almost didnât feel real now.
sunghoon didnât say anything right away. his expression shifted slightly, something unreadable passing through his eyes as he looked at it longer than expected.
then he glanced back at you, like he was comparing the photo to the person standing in front of him now.
âyou look so happy in that,â he said after a pause.
your throat tightened immediately.
âi was,â you said, then quickly added, softer, âi guess.â
the words hung in the air longer than you meant them to. sunghoonâs expression shifted slightly, something quieter settling in his eyes as he looked at you instead of the photo now.
âhe's been like this since your mom died?â he asked. âthat man always complains and goes on and on about his dead wife, especially moments before he passes out.â
you chuckled lightly, the words hitting a little too close. âyeah,â you managed.
sunghoon glanced back at the photo âhe must've loved her a lot.â
the smile on your face faltered.
âi guess.â
a quiet silence settled between you. your fingers tightened slightly at your sides.
âsometimes i think he forgets he still has someone here.â
the words left his mouth so casually that he probably didn't realize what he'd just said. but you felt them.
all at once.
because he was right.
your father talked about your mother constantly. missed your mother constantly. drank because of your mother constantly.
and somewhere along the way, you'd stopped being his daughter and started becoming just another thing in the house.
you let out a shaky breath, looking down because you couldnât really look at either him or the photo anymore.
you couldn't even give a response back and that alone was enough to make your chest feel worse.
then sunghoon moved closer. he put down the cigarette before his hand lifted slightly, hesitating for a second like he was deciding whether or not to cross that line, before gently resting on your shoulder and pulling you in.
safe in a way you werenât used to.
you didnât even realize you were crying until your face pressed into his shoulder, the tears coming out quieter at first before you couldnât hold them back anymore.
sunghoon didnât say anything at first. he just stayed there, one hand lightly at your back, the other at the back of your waist, rubbing a small circle with his thumb.
âi'm sorry baby,â he said eventually, low and close enough that only you could hear it.
his words suddenly crash all over you. reminding you of the times of when your father would comfort you like this in his arms.
he exhales once, small, like heâs pulling himself back.
âit must be hard,â he says. you nod faintly, but donât move away.
you cried pathetically into his shoulder as he embraced you even tighter, before pulling his head back.
âhow about we go to your room?â he said quietly. âwe wouldnât want your father waking up and seeing you like this.â
you blinked, still trying to steady your breathing, and gave a slow nod.
sunghoon knows he shouldn't.
especially not with one of his friends daughter.
he knows he shouldn't be doing this, yet he can't help but continue placing small hickeys across your neck, spreading them down till your collarbone.
youre resting on top of his lap, hands cramped up against his chest as you nervously grasp onto his shirt, feeling confused how you even ended up here.
"i- i don't know if we should be d-doing this..." your voice shakes as he licks over one of the many spots he marked on you.
he chuckles at your words, "shh.. baby, let daddy take care of you alright?"
his hands grip firmly at your waist before he goes back in for another kiss. it's gentle and slow, almost like as if he's savouring the taste of your lips.
you try matching back the rhythm and movement of his lips, but fail miserably as you accidentally bite too hard on your own tongue. you wince lightly from the pain as sunghoon pulls back and smirks at you.
"poor bunny doesn't know how to kiss?" he smirks, almost mocking you for not knowing how to.
you bite your lip, attempting to hide the embarrassment spreading across your face. sunghoon notices and brings his thumb to your lip.
"don't worry my little girl, daddy'll teach you everything."
fuck, his words. the way he comforted you. the way he held you. why was it enough build up the wetness between your legs now?
before you can react, his mouth is on yours again. it's soft, slow and warm, "don't overthink it, just follow my lips," he mumbles against your mouth.
you start to follow the movement of his lips, your hands roaming towards the nape of his neck as he deepens the kiss. his mouth opens slightly as he slowly brings his tongue inside your mouth, meeting yours.
you quiver slightly, unsure of what to do but when sunghoon slides his tongue against yours, your tongue is able to naturally follow his. the kiss had gotten so heated, so wet and sloppy.
as the kiss continued, you felt his growing erection form harder beneath you. in the desperate state you were in, your body instinctively grinded forward on its own, earning a groan from sunghoon.
sunghoon pulls back from the kiss and looks at you. your eyes were hazy, almost like as if you were hallucinated from the kiss.
"keep doing that f'me, you wanna feel good yeah?" you nod your head at his words.
at his orders you continue to grind your clothed core against the large bulge in his pants. your whimper at the friction as you hold onto his arms to balance yourself.
"fuck.. you're doing so well for me," he groans at the pleasure.
his hand suddenly comes to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open. "stick out your tongue," you're confused but you do as he says, slowly sticking it out. he spits in your mouth, letting it slowly drip until it reaches your tongue.
sunghoon smirks at the sigh infront of him, you with your tongue out thats all covered in his spit, "swallow it all f'me, get a good taste."
without hesitation, you swallow. sunghoon nods his head in approval before his hips continue to move against yours again. his pace is faster now as youre both desperately grinding against each other for release.
"f-fuck.. feels so good.." you moan out as you grip his arms even tighter now.
suddenly, sunghoon grips your shoulders and pushes you back down onto the bed, hovering on top of you. "you look so pretty baby," he leaves a peck to your lips before slowly trailing down from your jaw to your neck, "have you ever done anything like this before?"
when you shake your head, sunghoon gives you a sly smile. "my bunny is still a virgin huh? how cute."
sunghoon doesn't waste time to lift your shirt up, exposing the cute pink bra you wore underneath. he brings his face closer to your clothed chest, placing a kiss right in the middle of your breasts.
he then lifts your bra up aswell, your breasts finally exposed as the cold air hits your skin. your nipples slightly harden at the sudden temperature drop.
sunghoon licks his lips before attaching his mouth to one your nipples, flicking his tongue over it. you gasp at the warmth of his mouth on your chest as you hold onto the bedsheets.
his hands trail from your shoulders down to your thighs, massaging them slowly before his hand makes its way over to your clothed core.
you're absolutely soaked through your shorts, sunghoon smirks at the feeling of your wetness before slowly rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric.
"fuck baby.. you're so wet, all this for me?" he coos at you as you nod your head while gasping at the pleasure his fingers are offering you.
sunghoon grabs onto the hem of your shorts, tugging them once before pulling them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare underneath him.
he curses under his breath at the sight of you. you're so undeniably innocent yet so sexy, he can't believe his friend was able to create someone like you.
your legs close together as you feel the embarrassment of being nude hit you. sunghoon notices and forces them apart again, "keep 'em open for me,"
sunghoon doesn't wait any longer before removing his clothing too. he first removes his shirt, revealing his slightly toned abs and biceps which he catches you staring at before smirking to himself.
his hands grip onto the sides of his pants before he pulls them down just below his boxers, his bulge being even more prominent now. his thumbs tug inside his boxers before he slides them down too just half way, revealing his thick cock which was already leaking precum.
your mouth dropped slightly. you were shocked or more should you say... scared? nervous? he was huge. even his tip seemed like it'd be painful enough for you.
sunghoon noticed the nervousness on your face and chuckled, "aw, is my little girl scared? 's okay, daddy's cock will make you feel reaaal good." he says before he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.
your heart beats like crazy as the wetness continues to pool up underneath you. sunghoon's hands make way to your clit, rubbing it gently in circles.
you grind against his hand, desperate for more. sunghoon only continues to keep slowly rubbing your clit, not giving you the full attention your body craves.
âp-pleaseâŚâ you whispered, the word barely making it past the lump in your throat.
âplease what?â he asked quietly.
"your f-fingers.. nghh.. please!" you cry out. sunghoon smirks at the way you beg for it.
"since my bunny's been so good, she deserves it." he whispers loud enough that you can hear it.
his fingers go down to your hole, which was already oozing out the slick and wetness that has been building up for the past 30 minutes since he's been in your room.
he slowly circles over your hole before pushing a finger in slowly. you let out a pleasured moan at the feeling, your body immediately feeling the heat of his fingers.
he starts thrusting his finger in and out slowly, the wetness coating his finger as you moan at the sensation. you continue to grind forward, still desperate for more.
"you know if you want more, you're gonna have to earn for it." he murmured before tapping his cock against your thigh, signaling for what you should do.
you look up at him nervously before looking down at his huge cock, the precum already leaking out. before your hand can fully reach out, sunghoon grabs your wrist with his free hand before spitting onto your palm.
with his spit all over your palm, you sit up slightly as your hand spreads the wetness of his saliva all over his cock before slowly rubbing his tip against the palm of your hand.
sunghoon hisses at the feeling, "fuck, keep doing that baby," he groans before adding a second finger into your cunt, earning a loud moan from you.
and before you both know it, you're both now like two animals in heat desperate to get each other off. you stroke sunghoon's cock at a medium pace, taking in whatever you can as sunghoon keeps fingering you at a faster speed.
"ngh.. shit if you keep doing that.. 'm gonna cum," sunghoon groans loudly.
you bite your lip as you continue to stroke his cock faster, a desperate attempt to match the speed in which he was fingering you at. he was relentless, abusing your little cunt like it didn't matter.
"feel's weird.. i think 'm gonna pee! s-sunghoon stop!" you whimper loudly, the heat in your stomach continuing to boil up. "then do it baby. do it all over me." he demands.
and with that, you cum. more like you squirt, all over him. your legs tremble as your orgasm hits you, your grip on sunghoons cock getting slightly loose but just enough for him to reach his climax and start shooting his cum all over your stomach.
"fuck.. was that your first time squirting bunny?" he questions, looking at the sight beneath him in awe before looking back up at you, seeing you nod your head in fluster.
gosh, you're really going to kill him.
he can't wait to ruin you.
without hesitation, sunghoon pushes you back down again, making you flat against your bed as he spreads open your legs again.
you look down and see that he's still hard. fuck, his sex drive is insane.
he grabs the base of his cock, positioning himself perfectly as he starts to slide his cock up and down your wet cunt, holding onto your thighs for support.
you let out a moan, your cunt still sensitive from your previous orgasm but the pleasure overtakes the sensitivity. he continues to grind against your cunt until he pulls back, slapping his cock against your clit.
"'s not gonna fit.. way too big.." you bite your lip in nervousness as sunghoon lets out a smug smile.
"shhh, daddy'll make it fit. just hold on f'me my little girl," he mumbles into your ear.
he slowly starts pushing the tip in, the pain immediately hitting you, "'s so painful.. daddy it hurts.." you whimper out in pain as your eyes begin to tear up, the nickname coming from your lips too naturally.
sunghoon could cum from your words just now, but it only encourages him to keep going as he continues to push himself in further, filling you up nice and slowly.
sunghoon leans down to kiss you as you whine against his lips, as he finally pushes himself all the way in, having you fully filled up with him now, "fuck, you're so tight. daddy's gonna fuck your little cunnie so good."
you squirm as he starts thrusting into your cunt, his cock ramming in and out you as the sound of your wet cunt and his sloppy thrusts echo throughout your room.
you're so sure that you're moaning loud enough that it could even wake up your dad, but you didn't even care anymore as the pain quickly turned into pleasure as sunghoon was balls deep in you.
"fuuuuck... so good, your pussy is clenching around me. you really love daddy's cock hm?" he almost mocks you but sees as you desperately nod your head.
"yes.. yes! fuck yes 'm loving daddy's cock so much! want m-more!" you whine loudly, drool spilling out of your lips as pleasure overtakes you.
sunghoon continues to quicken his pace, ramming his cock in and out you so deeply as he brings his hand to your stomach and presses down. you could've sworn you almost saw stars at that.
"d-daddy fuck..! nghh... 'm gonna cum.." you whimper.
sunghoon bites your earlobe, "mm, cum for daddy. let it all out," he whispers into your ear.
and with that, you come undone. you grip onto the bedsheets tightly and your legs shake violently as you cum all over his cock, your vision turning white for a few seconds as the orgasm hits you hard.
sunghoon chuckles at how hard you came, slowing down his thrusts to let you ride out your orgasm. your grip slowly loosens on your bedsheets as your breathing starts to slow down and become more calm.
suddenly, sunghoon starts to continue his relentless thrusting,"i still haven't came yet, gonna abuse and use up your lil cunnie." he groans as he quickens up his pace.
the dirty wet sounds of your intimate areas meeting each other fill up the room. one of his hands hold onto your hip as the other goes up to your breast, grabbing and squeezing it as he watches the way they bounce with each thrust.
sunghoon can finally feel the heat in his stomach brew up, "shit, 'm gonna cum inside this pussy," he groans before he quickly grabs his phone and starts to record.
his angles it just right to show how his cock thrusts into you just right while also showing how perfectly your breasts bounce with your mouth open from the pleasure.
sunghoon groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, his cum immediately filling you up. gosh you feel so thick and filled. sunghoon brings down the camera, showing a close up of his cock inside you before pulling out.
as he pulls out, he records how his cum mixed with your wetness oozes out of your hole. he smirks at the sight, bringing the camera up to show the cum over your stomach and then your dazed face as you breathe heavily.
he grabs your face making you look at the camera, "who does this little cunt belong to?" he demands an answer, placing a gentle slap to your clit as you let out a yelp before answering, "y-yours!"
he smirks before rubbing your thigh to soothe out the pain, "yeah? you belong to daddy now. i'll treat you so good, my little girl."
he ends the video before putting his phone back into his pocket. he falls onto the side next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he rubs your back gently.
your face stayed buried against his chest, his presence warm and grounding in a way you didnât realize you needed until now.
âyou did so well my bunny,â he murmured softly after a moment. âiâm so proud of you.â
his voice was quiet, almost like he didnât want to break the moment. you held onto him a little tighter at his words, your breath uneven.
âdonât leave me⌠please,â you said, barely above a whisper.
he went still for a second, then shifted just enough to look down at you.
his hand came up to gently hold your cheek, thumb brushing lightly as he steadied you.
âiâm not going anywhere,â he said softly.
and after a pause, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a silent reassurance.
you stayed there for a moment longer, holding onto him like you were afraid the feeling might disappear if you let go too soon.
jake: dude shes fucking gorgeous
jay: holy shit, there's no way thats his daughter. im so jealous.
heeseung: I wanna use her up too. Not fair Sunghoon.
sunghoon smirks at his friends messages. of course he had to send it to the groupchat (which obviously did not include your dad).
the video of which his cum dripped out of your pussy and where you said that you belonged to sunghoon was enough to drive him and all of his friends crazy (and get all of them hard).
sunghoon: she's totally innocent too, her pussy was so tight.
jay: sounds like heaven.
jake: this isnt fair howd you find this angel wtf??
heeseung: Lets pass her around, she'd probably enjoy that.
jay: we can tell.
jake: shes definitely secretly a slut who likes older men.
jake: cmon hoon.
sunghoon chuckles at his phone.
sunghoon: maybe.
@evanificais do not steal or recreate.
authors note: hii :3 first ever fic, hope y'all enjoy. not proofread cus i physically cannot read my own work but i hope theres not too many mistakes. if i missed any warnings pls lmk!
bsfs brother!Heeseung x f!reader - when you ask him to teach you how to masturbate. (pure porn with plot. MDNI 18+, explicit, masturbation, cunnilingus, phone sex, ANGST, fluff too so its fine.)
âIf sheâs not cumming, sheâs not listening to her pussy.â
âAnd if she wonât listenâŚâ
âIâll make her.â
Youâve always had a hate-hate relationship with masturbation.
Not the âhaha I donât know what Iâm doingâ kind. Not the shy, innocent kind. The kind where you tried, over and over again, and every time it ended in that same aching, pathetic wayâpanties soaked, fingers numb, pussy throbbing, and absolutely nothing to show for it.
No finish. No orgasm. Not even a fucking twitch of satisfaction.
You rubbed and rubbed, like everyone said to. You found your clit. You circled it. Pressed it. Flicked it. Tried soft and slow, then fast and desperate. Tried with spit, with lotion, with fucking coconut oil once. But nothing ever felt right. Just this frustrating hum of almost. Like your body was teetering on the edge of something big and just⌠refused to jump.
Youâd end up sore. Agitated. Your legs would shake, but not the good kind. Your pussy would swell, throbbing like she was mocking you for trying.
It made you feel broken. Or worseâboring. Like your body was wired wrong. Like youâd missed the most basic feminine skill everyone else seemed to be born with.
Girls talked about cumming like it was breathing. Like they could do it in five minutes flat with one hand and a good imagination. Youâd hear them talk about shaking through the sheets, arching off the bed, seeing starsâand youâd smile and nod and laugh along, pretending like you got it, like you knew what it was like to get wrecked by your own hand.
Youâd never even come close.
You tried toys. You bought a vibrator and nearly cried when it did nothing but make your arms go numb. You tried grinding on pillows until the friction made you raw. You tried porn. You even tried watching yourself once in the mirror like some kind of twisted self-help therapy. Nothing worked.
Youâd touch and touch and chase and beg for it in your headâplease, just this once, just let me finish, pleaseâand still end up breathless, sticky, empty.
Youâd cry sometimes. Just a little. From the frustration of it. From the absolute humiliation of being so fucking horny and not being able to do anything about it.
You hated that about yourself. Hated the way your body seemed to enjoy the build and not the release. Hated the way your clit would throb for attention and then get overwhelmed the second you gave her any. Hated the need. The noise. The mess with no reward.
But the worst partâthe actual worst partâwas how much you still wanted it. How much you still tried. Like a dog chasing its own tail. Like some needy little loser who couldnât leave it alone.
You were eighteen, for fuckâs sake. You were supposed to know your body by now. You were supposed to be able to make yourself cum. You were supposed to own your pleasure.
Instead, you were stuck with a pussy that got wet at the idea of being touched and then shut down the second you did.
It made you feel fucking insane.
So you gave up. Mostly. You still touched yourself when you needed toâwhen it built up too much and made your thighs ache. But it wasnât about cumming anymore. It was maintenance. A reset button. A pressure valve. You did it in the dark, quietly, quickly, just to shut your body up.
You didnât even think about pleasure anymore.
You didnât dare.
-
EvieâHeejoo, but you only ever called her that when you wanted to piss her offâwas your best friend in the world. Ride-or-die since ninth grade, bonded over a shared hatred of your chem teacher and the fact that neither of you fit into your schoolâs carefully manicured social circles.
Where you were sharp and quick with your mouth, she was soft-spoken and wide-eyed, just sweet enough to disarm anyone who got too close. You balanced each other out. She calmed your storm. You stirred hers.
You were over at her house so often it barely felt like visiting anymore. You knew the code to their garage door. You had your own toothbrush in her bathroom. Her mom kept your favorite cereal in the pantry like clockwork. You even had a drawer in her room, mostly old hoodies and stolen pajama shorts that smelled like her perfume.
It wasnât unusual for you to spend the weekend there, or three nights in a row, or an entire spring break. Her parents didnât mind. They liked knowing where you both wereâliked having an extra body in the house, even if they never said it out loud.
And then there was Heeseung.
Her older brother. Four years up. Barely a presence.
When you were younger, he was just the older guy who sulked in his room and stole her chargers. Sometimes heâd give you a ride when Evie asked, sometimes heâd walk past you in the kitchen and grunt a greeting, but that was about it. He was there, and then he wasnâtâoff to college, off to god knows where, vanishing from your life as quickly as heâd drifted through it.
You had a tiny crush on him once, freshman year. The kind that sparked quick and stupid, fed by his lazy smirk and the way he wore his backwards cap while fixing his car in the driveway. It died fastâsuffocated by time and distance and his complete disinterest in acknowledging your existence beyond a nod or a side-eye.
By the time he moved back home post-grad, you barely noticed. He was older now, busier, always in his room with the door closed, voice low behind it, like he was on constant phone calls or late-night games or⌠something.
You didnât think about him much. He was just Evieâs brother. Part of the background. White noise.
Your focus was always Evie.
She was the one who held your hair when you puked. The one who lent you a dress before every shitty date. The one who knocked on the bathroom door when you were taking too long and said, âYou better not be edge-cumming again, bitch,â like it was the most normal sentence in the world.
She talked about sex like it was just part of the air. Blunt. Effortless. She could make herself cum in three minutes flat. She said it with confidence, like breathing.
You hated how easily it came to her. You loved her anyway.
You always felt safe in her house. Safe in her bed, tangled up under a shared blanket, legs overlapping like twins born too far apart. Her room smelled like vanilla and lip gloss and safety. It felt like yours.
-
The house settled around you like it always didâquiet, gentle, familiar in a way that made your muscles loosen and your brain drift. Even the silence felt padded here. The hum of the fridge downstairs, the occasional pop of cooling pipes, the subtle click of the thermostat shiftingâbackground noise youâd grown so used to, it almost felt like home.
Evie was out cold beside you, one arm thrown carelessly across your stomach, her breath hot against your ribs. She always slept fast after wine. She always slept on you, tooâlike her body never quite understood boundaries even after all these years. You didnât mind. It was comforting, the weight of her. Like a grounding wire for the anxious, electric static building low in your belly.
Sleep wasnât coming for you, though.
Youâd been lying there in the dark for the better part of an hour, phone dimmed to nearly unreadable brightness, eyes burning from the glow. Nothing on your feed caught your attention. Youâd scrolled past the same content three times already, thumb swiping out of pure muscle memory.
Something restless twisted beneath your skin, persistent and irritating. Not quite horniness, not quite insomniaâjust that same pulsing tension that had been sitting heavy between your legs all night. Like your body was trying to tell you something without using words. You shifted under the blanket, trying not to disturb Evie, thighs pressing tighter together to relieve the dull ache. It only made it worse.
The urge to do something about it had been growing for hours.
Youâd thought about sneaking off to the bathroom. Youâd done it beforeâquiet, quick, businesslike. Just enough friction to take the edge off before falling asleep, still unsatisfied but too tired to care. The idea barely tempted you anymore. You already knew how it would end: the usual mess of spit-slick fingers, your clit swollen and sore, pussy wet and pulsing and still refusing to give you anything real.
Just the thought of trying again made you clench your jaw.
It was pathetic, the way your body teased you. Wet for no reason. Needy without payout. Over and over again, like clockwork. Like punishment.
You turned your phone off with a quiet sigh and let the screen go black.
For a moment, all you could hear was the creak of the floorboards expanding under the weight of a settling house. A branch tapping against the window. The subtle drag of Evieâs breathing. You stared at the ceiling, tired but tense, willing yourself to shut down the frustration building behind your ribs.
A manâs voice, deep and casual, barely audible through the cracked bedroom doors. Not enough to make out words. Not yet. Just the soft cadence of speech, rising and falling like a secret being shared too close to the edge of the world.
Heeseungâs door was open. Or cracked. Just enough to let a sliver of sound spill out. You hadnât even realized he was home tonight.
Your body stilled, like it always did when you felt watchedâexcept this time, you were the one doing the watching. Listening, technically. Just barely.
There was a pause, then a laugh. Not his. Another voice. Someone else. Male. Maybe one of his friends from school, the ones who came and went without warning. You couldnât place the sound, and you didnât care.
Your focus sharpened the second Heeseung spoke again.
âItâs not that hard. Girls make it harder than it is."
âIf sheâs not cumming, sheâs not listening to her pussy.â
The sentence dropped like a stone in the middle of your chest.
Not whispered. Not dirty. Just⌠stated. Like a law. Like fact.
Your fingers flexed unconsciously against the blanket. Heat flushed your neck and settled low in your belly, familiar and unwelcome. You didnât move. Couldnât.
There was something about the way he said it. Not performative. Not like he was trying to sound cool. Just calm. Confident. Like the kind of guy who got women off without effort and never thought twice about why.
Every hair on your arm lifted. He didnât stop there.
âAnd if she wonât listenâŚIâll make her.â
No laughter followed that. No teasing. Just a quiet moment where it hung in the air, unchallenged.
You lay frozen in the dark, heart thudding, mouth slightly open. Your legs ached under the blanket, thighs tense and pressed together. You werenât just turned onâyou were caught. Cornered by something you werenât supposed to hear and couldnât let go of.
Something clicked. Not like a revelation, not some dramatic internal monologue, just⌠a shift. A tilt in the floor beneath your feet. A door opening in a room you didnât realize you were trapped in.
You didnât even know what you wanted in that moment.
But for the first time in your life, you wonderedâreally wonderedâwhat your body would feel like under instructions that werenât your own.
-
You tried not to think about it for the rest of the day. Swore you wouldnât spiral.
You kept the overheard words tucked somewhere tight in your chest, smothered under fake laughter and half-listened stories while Evie walked you through her latest dating app disasters. You made it through brunch, through an entire Target run, through two face masks and one trashy Netflix documentaryâand you almost convinced yourself you were over it.
But when the house quieted again that nightâwhen Evie fell asleep curled up on the far side of the bed with her arm draped over a pillow instead of youâyou gave in.
You waited a while. Just in case she wasnât fully out. The kind of sleep that could crack open with the creak of floorboards.
And when her breathing evened out, soft and deep and oblivious, you slid out from under the blanket, grabbed your phone, and slipped into the hallway.
The bathroom door closed with a soft click behind you.
You didnât turn the light on right away. Just stood there for a second in the dark, breathing.
The air was cooler here. The tiles cold against your feet. The smell of Evieâs shampoo still clung to the roomâvanilla and something floral, sticky-sweet. You stared at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, barely visible in the silver sliver of hallway light. Your face looked flushed. Too open. Like something had already been peeled back.
You sat on the closed toilet lid, tugged your hoodie over your thighs, and pulled your phone into your lap.
No buildup. No browsing. You knew what you were looking for.
The video you always came back to. The closest thing youâd ever found to what worked. A deep voice. Slow instructions. Just audioânothing to watch, nothing to focus on but sound.
It wasnât him, but it didnât have to be. Not yet.
Your underwear stuck to the heat between your thighs as you slid it down. Still wet from the tension that had been building since that morning. From the second you saw Heeseung in the kitchen and felt your legs press together automatically.
The wetness shouldâve been a good sign.
But you already knew how this would go.
You played the video. Turned the volume down low. Closed your eyes.
Your fingers found your clit easily. Rubbed gentle circles, the way the voice said. You tried to breathe through it, tried to slow down, to listen.
There was too much pressure too soon. Your skin twitched with every touch. The angle was wrong. The rhythm never quite synced. Your body jerked between feeling almost there and feeling absolutely nothing.
You tried harder.
Tried picturing somethingâsomeone. His voice. His mouth. The way he looked at you this morning like you werenât just Evieâs friend, like he saw something else.
That made your fingers move faster. Your hips twitch up from the seat, trying to find somethingâanythingâthat would tip you over.
But it never came.
Just heat. Just sweat. Just the same stinging tension in your thighs and the wave that built up, crested, and refused to break.
Your hand dropped. Your chest heaved with a breath that sounded too much like a sob.
You sat there for a full minute in silence, pussy swollen, twitching, soaking your handâand still nothing. You hadnât cum. Not even close.
Not even fucking close.
Your palm dragged across your inner thigh as you reached for toilet paper, the wet slick of your own arousal catching against your skin, obscene and bitter and useless. You wiped your hand clean, flushed, washed it under the tap in a daze.
Your reflection stared back at you in the mirror, flushed cheeks, wild eyes, bottom lip bitten raw.
This wasnât working.
You couldnât do this by yourself. Not anymore.
The shame didnât even hit you until you opened the door, stepped back into the hall, and looked toward Heeseungâs room.
You didnât remember walking from the bathroom to his door. Not really. Your body moved on instinct, fingers still damp with failure, breath shallow and uneven like youâd been runningânot down a hallway, but in circles inside your own skin. Everything felt hot and wrong, like you were standing too close to something dangerous and still leaning closer.
The light from under his door was soft, pale blue. The kind of glow that came from a computer screen and sleepless hours. It made the hallway feel colder. Your skin felt clammy beneath your hoodie, thighs still tacky with your own arousal, pulse thudding hard behind your ears. You didnât even try to calm yourself before raising your hand. There wasnât enough time. There wasnât enough anything left.
You knocked.
Soft, quick. Regretted it immediately.
Nothing.
The silence on the other side stretched just long enough to make you feel stupid. You shouldâve gone back to Evieâs room. Shouldâve locked the bathroom door and buried your face in your hands like you always did. Shouldâve swallowed the shame and left it to rot where it always did: at the bottom of your throat.
Your hand was already dropping when the doorknob turned.
Heeseung opened the door halfway, leaning into the frame, and for a second you couldnât speak. You werenât expecting him to look like thatâhoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms, collar askew, hair a damp mess like heâd run his hands through it one too many times. His sweatshorts hung low on his hips, legs bare, skin flushed warm like heâd just come out of the shower⌠or just come. You had no way of knowing which. And it made your brain short-circuit either way.
He didnât look surprised to see you. Just confused.
His eyes dragged down your body with a slow kind of calculation, and you swore you saw the moment they caught on the way your thighs were pressed together, your bare legs twitching under the hem of your hoodie. The way your breath hitched in your throat. The way your fingersâstill wet, still tremblingâcurled tighter at your side.
He blinked once, brows pulling in slightly.
âYou good?â
The question was simple, quiet. But it hit like an echo in a room with no furniture. You were not good. Not even close.
Your voice came out before you could soften it. Flat, direct. âDo you have a girlfriend?â
He blinked again. Caught off guard this time.
ââŚWhat?â
âI just need to know,â you said quickly, words tumbling over each other. âBefore I say anything. It matters.â
He stared at you for a beat, mouth twitching like he wasnât sure if he should be amused or suspicious.
âNo. I donât.â
You exhaled like someone had untied a knot inside your chest.
âFuck.â
His eyes narrowed slightly. âWhat?â
âIf you said yes,â you muttered, eyes darting to the floor, âI wouldâve had an excuse not to ask you.â
That made him pause.
He shifted his weight, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned into the doorframe like he was settling in. His voice was a little lower when he asked, âAsk me what?â
Your whole body burned. There was no easy way to say it. No casual phrasing. No safe distance between you and the truth anymore. You didnât have the energy to dance around it.
âYou said something last night,â you started, forcing yourself to look at him. âAbout girls who canât finish. About how theyâre not listening to their bodies.â
He watched you carefully. No expression, just the slow, measured study of a man waiting for the rest.
âI heard it,â you added. âBy accident. But itâs been stuck in my head. And I thoughtâI donât know, I thought maybe you were right.â
Still nothing. Just his gaze crawling over your face, down to your knees, like he was trying to see where this was going before letting himself speak.
You swallowed, the taste of failure still thick in your throat. âI tried again tonight. Bathroom. Just now. Iâve been trying for years, and itâs always the same. Nothing works. I canât finish. I touch myself, and it justâgoes nowhere.â
Your cheeks burned. You didnât even know why you were telling him all this. You barely knew the guy. The last time youâd had a real conversation was probably three birthdays ago when he offered you a ride and you said no because he smelled like weed and fuckboy cologne.
But here you were. Standing in front of him like some half-dressed, sweat-slick confession, spilling everything.
And he still hadnât said a word.
Your next breath shook as it left you.
âI donât want you to touch me,â you said, quieter now. âI just want to ask⌠if youâd tell me what to do.â
That got something out of him. A small breath through his nose, not quite a laugh, not quite disbelief. His eyes droppedâlower this timeâto your legs again, to the edge of your hoodie, to the bare skin flushed and prickling under the hallway air.
He nodded once toward you, chin tilting. âYour handâs still wet.â
You froze.
His voice was low, unreadable. âYou tried that hard, huh?â
You didnât answer. You couldnât.
He stepped back.
Just a few inches. Just enough to open the door wider. The light from inside poured out around him, cool and soft and full of static.
He held your gaze.
 âCome in. Close the door behind you.â
The door shuts with a soft click behind you, and just like that, the house disappears. Evieâs room, the hallway, your entire carefully contained worldâit all drops away. Thereâs only the low glow of his monitor casting pale blue light across the carpet and the quiet hum of something electric in the corner, like the room itself is holding its breath.
You hover near the door for a second, not sure what to do with your hands, your legs, your shame.
Heeseungâs already sitting, legs wide in his desk chair, turned toward you like he was waiting the whole night for this. He shifts, pushes himself up slightly, and drags the chair forwardâlazily, unbotheredâuntil it sits right in front of the bed. Close enough that if you spread your legs, heâd have a front-row seat.
Then he flips the chair around, straddling it backwards like some cocky delinquent in detention, arms crossed over the backrest, chin resting casually on top. His expression doesnât change. He just watches you.
âGo ahead,â he says, voice calm and low, like this is just another Tuesday night. âSit.â
You make your way to the bed, legs tense, breath shallow, and perch at the edge like it might bite. Your thighs clench on instinct, hoodie pulled low, trying to shield what you already know heâs seen. Youâre still warm from the bathroom. Still soaked. Still aching.
His eyes drift down. Slow. Lazy. No shame.
You fidget.
Heeseung doesnât move. âDonât get shy on me now. You came in here asking for a masturbation lesson, not a bedtime story.â
Your lips twitch. You almost laugh. Almost.
He lifts his chin. âTell me what you usually do.â
The question lands harder than it should. Not because itâs dirty, but because itâs so simple.
You blink. âLike⌠where I touch?â
âYeah.â
You hesitate. âI usually just go straight to my clit.â
âFigures.â He doesnât miss a beat. âAnd then what? Rub the fuck out of it âtil it gets sore and wonder why it doesnât work?â
Your mouth falls open in a small gasp. âExcuse me?â
He shrugs one shoulder, unbothered. âDonât take it personal. Thatâs what most girls do. Itâs not your fault you think the goal is speed over sense.â
You donât respond, but your silence is answer enough.
He leans in a little, forearms resting on the chair back, gaze glued to your bare thighs. Thereâs no hunger in itânot yet. Just observation. Like heâs assessing you.
âIf your pussy had a voice,â he says smoothly, âsheâd be screaming at you to chill the fuck out.â
Youâre quiet for a long second. Because the worst part is⌠heâs not wrong.
He watches you squirm, and something like amusement passes over his features. Not cruel, but smug.
âTake your time,â he says, gentler now. âYou rush her, she locks up. Doesnât matter how wet you are.â
ââŚShe?â you murmur, lifting a brow.
Heeseung shrugs again, like itâs obvious. âYeah. She.â His eyes flick to yours. âYou donât gotta name her or write poetry about her, but you should probably stop treating her like a vending machine.â
Your laugh breaks before you can stop it. Quick and sharp, nerves bleeding out of your throat. âYouâre so annoying.â
âAnd yet, youâre still here,â he says with a smirk, eyes dark. âGo on. Show me how you start.â
Everything tightens. You feel the weight of his voice low in your belly.
You donât move right away.
He raises a brow. âYou said you didnât want me to touch you. Thatâs cool. But I need to see what youâre doing wrong.â
Your breath hitches.
Your hand moves on instinctâslow, shakyâand dips beneath the hem of your hoodie, then under the band of your panties. Youâre already wet. Embarrassingly wet. And when your fingers graze over your clit, you flinch. Itâs too sensitive. Too much. Your hips jerk a little, and you pretend not to notice the way his eyes follow the motion.
You rub. Once. Twice. Itâs not bad. Itâs what you always do.
But stillânothing clicks.
Heeseung tilts his head. âYouâre too stiff.â
âIâm nervous,â you admit quietly.
âDonât be.â His voice drops half an octave. âYou look hot.â
The way he says itâit doesnât sound like a compliment. Just a fact. Like heâs telling you what time it is. Like your soaked fingers and clenched thighs are something heâs been picturing all night.
âYouâre thinking too much,â he adds. âTrying to force it instead of feel it.â
Your hand stills.
He leans forward slightly, his voice quieter now, more intimate. âTry this. Press your hand flat. Just hold her. No rubbing. No tapping. Just⌠feel her.â
You hesitate, then obey.
The flat of your hand settles between your legs, heat blooming up your arm from the contact. Your whole body clenches around it.
âFeel that?â
You nod. Barely.
âThatâs what she likes,â he murmurs. âYouâve been poking at her like sheâs a fucking keyboard. No wonder sheâs not putting out.â
You let out a breathy laughâhalf scandalized, half aroused. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âAnd youâre soaking through your panties,â he says, deadpan.
Your breath catches. Heeseung doesnât laugh. Doesnât look away.
He sits there like heâs got all the time in the world. Like heâs doing you a favor. Like heâs enjoying this. Youâre not even sure heâs hard yetâbut he will be. You can feel it building. Between you. In you.
He lets the moment hang.
Then: âNowâslow circles. Donât speed up unless she tells you to.â
âShe doesnât talk,â you whisper, teasing without confidence.
His gaze is heavy. Steady.
âShe does,â he says, voice like heat sliding under your skin. âYou just havenât been listening.â
The room feels hotter now.
Not just the airâyour skin, your mouth, your thighs. Sweat clings to the backs of your knees, damp beneath the bunched-up hoodie, and your panties are so wet theyâre practically glued to one thigh. Your hips keep twitching without your permission, rolling up slightly with every pass of your fingers. Itâs not graceful. Itâs not some porn fantasy. Itâs messy and uneven and real, and Heeseung is watching every second of it like itâs the only thing worth watching.
You keep thinking you should feel embarrassed. Ashamed. Youâre spread open on his bed, hand stuffed between your legs, whining softly every time you stroke a little too hard and have to ease back againâbut youâre too far gone now to stop. Your cheeks are flushed, lashes wet, lips parted, and you canât look away from him.
He hasnât blinked once.
Heeseung is still straddling the backward chair, elbows resting on the top, chin on one hand like this is casual. Normal. Like youâre just some half-naked girl jerking off in front of him for practice and heâs your substitute teacher for the night.
The only thing thatâs changed is his posture.
His knees are spread wider than before. His forearms are tense. One hand grips the edge of the chair a little tighter every time your body jerks, and you donât miss the way his jaw flexes every time your breath stutters or your voice cracks.
Youâre doing this to him.
But not enough.
Not enough to make it stop hurting. Not enough to make the ache go away. Not enough to finish.
Youâre trying. God, youâre trying.
Your fingers rub in slow circles, not too fast now. Youâre listening. You are. But your body keeps tensing at the edge, like itâs scared to fall off the cliff itâs been building for years. Your handâs cramping. Your clit throbs. Your stomach clenches like youâre closeâand then it dips, again and again.
Itâs good. So good.
But itâs not enough.
You choke on a frustrated sound, somewhere between a sob and a moan, and your free hand fists the blanket beneath you like itâs the only thing keeping you grounded.
Heeseung speaks, finally, voice low and steady. âStill rushing her.â
âIâm not,â you whisper.
âYou are. I can see it.â
You shake your head, breath stuttering. âIâm not trying toâI swear, Iâmââ You gasp. âItâs justâitâs notââ
You stop. Words catch in your throat. Your hips are rocking now, involuntarily, chasing a sensation that keeps pulling away the second you get close. Your fingers are wet, your pussyâs pulsing, and it still feels like youâre just rubbing up against a wall.
âItâs not enough,â you breathe out, broken. âIâI canâtâfuckâsheâs not listening.â
Heeseung leans forward slightly, something sharp flashing in his eyes.
âOh, sheâs listening,â he says. âYouâre just not talking to her the right way.â
You whimper. âThen tell me what to say.â
That makes his mouth twitchâjust barely. Like heâs been waiting for that.
âTell me what sheâs feeling first.â
âIââ Your voice cracks. âSheâs tight. Warm. I feel herâpulsing. Like she wants something butâsheâs not opening.â
He tilts his head slightly, gaze dark. âShe wants to be filled.â
You nod.
âNo,â he says. âSay it.â
Your chest heaves. Your hand hasnât stopped moving, rubbing slow, desperate circles around your clit. âShe wants to be filled.â
âSay it like you mean it.â
âShe wants to be fucking filled,â you whine. âSheâs throbbingâsheâs soakingâfuck, I can feel her squeezing nothing.â
Heeseung exhales slowly, eyes flicking down between your legs again.
âThere you go,â he murmurs. âNow sheâs talking.â
Your fingers glide lower, catching more slick and sliding back up. Everythingâs soaked. Youâre dripping down onto the sheets, and your thighs are trembling from the strain of keeping your hips lifted just right.
âShe needs more,â you pant. âSheâs clenchingâsheâs starvingââ
Heeseungâs hand flexes around the edge of the chair again. His voice drops, almost to a growl. âSo feed her.â
You moanâhigh and breathyâand press harder, circling your clit faster now, the way your body wants. Your lips are wet, your fingers slipping, but it doesnât matter. Everything is slick and hot and alive.
âYouâre soaked,â he mutters, eyes burning into you. âLook at your fucking fingers.â
You do. Itâs obscene. Your hand shines in the light, your fingers coated in slick. You barely recognize your own body like this. Ruined. Responsive.
âSheâs begging,â he says softly. âAnd youâre finally listening.â
You whine, eyes squeezing shut. Your free hand presses against your lower belly, trying to hold the heat in. Your pussy twitches at the pressure.
âSheâs so fucking greedy,â you gasp. âShe wonât stop pullingâI canâtâI canât keep upââ
âYou donât have to,â he says. âShe knows what sheâs doing. Let her take it.â
You donât even realize how loud youâve gotten until you hear yourself moan againâshameless, cracked open, shaking from the inside out.
Your legs spread wider. Youâre not trying to hide anymore. Not from him. Not from yourself.
Youâre right there.
Youâre going to break.
Heâs just watching. Like itâs his favorite thing heâs ever seen.
Youâre right on the edge, and this time itâs not teasing.
Itâs sharp. Fast. Inevitable.
Your legs are trembling now, hips jerking with every motion, and your fingers are soakedâslipping against your clit, coating your inner thighs, dripping down the crease of your ass like your bodyâs trying to fuck itself open. Every stroke sends another wave of tension through you, and thereâs no holding it anymore. Your body is begging. Your pussyâs leaking, twitching, clenching around nothingâand Heeseung watches like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
You donât even realize youâre moaning until you hear it echo back at you in the small room. High-pitched. Desperate. Wet.
The sound of your pussy is louder now too. Sticky and obscene, each rub slicker than the last. You can hear it every time you roll your hips into your palm.
Heeseung doesnât say a word for a second too long.
You lift your head, eyes glazed over, panting.
His eyes are darker now. Half-lidded. Focused on your pussy like heâs reading it better than your face.
He shifts in his chair. Spreads his knees wider. His hand dips into the front of his sweatshorts, slow and casual, like he canât ignore it anymore. You catch a glimpse of his fingers wrapping around himselfâand your breath catches so hard your vision blurs.
Heâs so hard.
His voice comes out deeper. Filthy. Measured like itâs the only thing anchoring him in the room.
âLook at that messy little cunt.â
Your body jerks at the word. Youâve never heard it said like that. Never felt it hit like that.
Heeseung strokes himself once, slow and firm under the fabric.
âSheâs drooling all over your fingers. So fucking hungry. Bet sheâs never been this loud for you before.â
âShe hasnât,â you breathe. âShe neverâshe neverââ
âYouâve been starving her,â he says, still jerking himself lazily. âTouching her like sheâs a problem instead of a fucking meal.â
Your hand speeds up, and he sees it. Hears the slap of slick. Youâre humping into your fingers now, sloppy and desperate and so close you could scream.
Heeseung leans forward, one elbow braced against the back of the chair.
âYou wanna cum, baby?â
You nod frantically, but itâs not enough.
âUse your words.â
Your voice comes out cracked. âYes. PleaseâI wanna cumâI need itââ
âNeed what?â he pushes.
âI need her to fucking break,â you sob. âSheâs clenchingâsheâs beggingâshe needs to cum, she needs itââ
âThen let her,â he growls. âDonât fucking hold it. Let her make a mess.â
You whimper, fingers frantic, back arching off the bed.
And thatâs when he says itâlow and hot and foul.
âLet her fuck your fingers, slut.â
You snap.
Your body locks up, then shatters. You cum so hard your legs shake, hips jerking forward, thighs squeezing around your own hand as your pussy gushes over your fingers in sticky, messy waves. The moan that rips from your throat is broken, cracked, half-wet from tears.
It doesnât hit you right away.
At first, thereâs just white. Blinding. A full-body seizure of pleasure as your cunt clenches around nothing, soaking your own fingers, mouth open in a moan that doesnât even sound like you.
It crashes over you fast. Wet. Messy.
You cum harder than you ever have in your lifeâharder than you thought was even possibleâand your body just keeps going, hips jerking, slick dripping past your knuckles, your voice cracking on every gasp.
Heeseung is still there.
You know he is. You can feel his eyes on you, feel his breath in the space between your bodies, but you canât look at him. Not right now. Not like this.
And then it fades.
That warm, bright static in your brain flickers out. Your thighs twitch. Your hand finally drops, fingers soaked, wrist aching, clit too sensitive to touch again.
Whatâs left is the sound of your breathing. The slick, wet mess beneath your hips. The embarrassment flooding in all at once like a second wave.
Reality slams back into you hard.
Youâre laid out across his bedâsweaty, flushed, thighs spread wide and soaked all the way down to the crease of your ass. Your pussyâs still twitching, swollen and glistening, your panties bunched at one knee, hoodie halfway pushed up your stomach.
Your fingers shine in the low light. Still wet. Still shaking.
You sit up fast, panic sweeping over your skin like ice water. âShitâfuck.â
Your hand fumbles to pull your hoodie down, yanking it over your thighs, shoving your panties back into place even though theyâre absolutely soaked through. The fabric clings wetly to your pussy and only makes the mess feel worse.
Heeseung hasnât moved.
Still in the chair. Still one hand inside his shorts. He looks completely unbothered. Calm. Like you didnât just cum your entire soul out in front of him.
You canât meet his eyes.
He watches you fuss with the hem of your hoodie, your hands still trembling slightly as you try to make yourself look decent.
âDidnât say stop,â he says mildly.
You glare at him, cheeks burning. âI came. Pretty sure thatâs the goal, right?â
He shrugs one shoulder. âJust surprised youâre acting all shy now. That pussy was practically talking thirty seconds ago.â
âJesusââ you squeeze your eyes shut, bury your face in your hands.
Heeseung grins. Not mean. Not mocking. Just amused.
âYou do realize how loud you were, right?â he adds. âI thought the bed was gonna snap in half.â
âPlease stop talking,â you groan, voice muffled.
âYou were crying,â he says like itâs a compliment, hand still lazily palming himself under his shorts. âThat shit was beautiful.â
You peek at him through your fingers. Heâs still hard. Still watching you with that same steady calm, like this is fine. Like this is normal.
He doesnât even seem fazed.
That somehow makes the ache between your legs flare again. Weak, overstimulated, but greedy.
You clear your throat. âI didnât realize Iâum. That I could⌠do that.â
He raises an eyebrow. âCum?â
You shoot him a look.
Heeseung laughs, finally letting go of himself. âYouâve been fighting her for years. All I did was give you directions.â
You tuck your knees up into your chest, arms wrapped around them. You feel like you just stripped naked in front of someone who stayed fully clothedâand now heâs just lounging there like you didnât just show him the most private part of yourself.
You sit in that awkward silence for a few seconds longer.
Heeseung stretches, chair creaking slightly. âSo,â he says, tone casual. âLesson two tomorrow?â
You blink.
ââŚThereâs a second lesson?â
He smiles slow, eyes dropping to your thighs again. âYou think sheâs done learning?â
Your pussy twitches beneath your soaked panties.
-
Your legs are still weak from the first night when you leave.
Just a few days back home. Just a quick visit. You didnât think it would matterâbut the second you cross the county line, your pussy starts aching like she knows sheâs been abandoned. Like she misses his voice already.
You think about texting him before you even unpack your overnight bag.
 It starts that fastâbarely through the front door, barely through dinner with your parents, barely through pretending to care about someoneâs new side hustle or whatever cousin just had a baby, and already your mind is slipping.Â
Already youâre restless. Already your body feels too awake. You can still feel the slick sticking to the inside of your thighs from last night, from the way he sat in that chair like he was doing you a favor while you touched yourself for the first time like it meant something. It hasnât gone away. The ache stayed with you.Â
That trembling throb between your legs that didnât fade after one orgasmâor twoâor three. And now, here you are. Sitting in your childhood bedroom like you didnât just learn how to listen to your pussy in someone elseâs bed with someone elseâs voice in your ear.
You last all of twelve hours. Maybe thirteen if you count sleep, but thatâs cheating. You keep checking your phone like a freak. Not even for a messageâjust to see his name.
 You scroll through the notifications like maybe heâll magically show up. You open his contact. Stare at the little circle icon. You type a text. Delete it.Â
Type again. Delete. Pace the room. Pull your hair up. Let it fall. Lie on the bed. Toss the blanket off. Roll onto your stomach, then your back, then sit up again because your bodyâs too hot and your thoughts wonât stop dragging back to the sound of his voice saying âGood girl. Sheâs listening now.â
You try to distract yourself. Put music on. Stare at the ceiling. Scroll through reels. But the tension is building and itâs not casual. Itâs deep. Itâs mean.Â
Like your pussyâs crawling up your spine and whispering call him over and over again. And finally, like a fucking addict, you give in.
You donât try to be subtle. Your fingers tremble as you type the messageââCan I call you?ââand hit send before you can regret it. Your breath catches in your throat. Heart pounding. Shame twisting in your gut like youâve already crossed a line and he hasnât even replied. But then your phone buzzes. Two texts in a row. You click without thinking.
No. Iâll call you.
Speaker on. Hands ready. Nothing else.
You donât even get a second to prepare. The call comes in instantly, and you fumble to answer it, press speaker, toss the phone onto your pillow and sit back, legs shaking under your blanket. Youâre wearing nothing but a big t-shirtâno bra, no panties. Like your body already knew what was coming.
His voice is in your ear the second the line connects.
Low. Thick. Wrecked.
âYou waited all day just to fuck yourself to my voice, didnât you?â
The sound alone makes your thighs clamp together. You canât answer. You donât know what to say. You feel called out, ruined, exposed, and he hasnât even seen you.
âYouâre pathetic,â he breathes, and itâs not cruelâitâs reverent. Like heâs turned on by the depth of your desperation. âYou left for less than twenty-four hours and sheâs already starving.â
Your breath comes out shaky. âShe hasnât shut up.â
âI bet. That little pussyâs been crying for attention, hasnât she? Soaking your panties, throbbing for no reason. Did you even try to touch her?â
Your hand slides down your stomach. Shame floods your chest. âI tried last night.â
âAnd?â
Your fingers drift over your mound, soft and slow.
ââŚDidnât work.â
âOf course it didnât.â He doesnât miss a beat. âBecause sheâs not trained to your fingers. Sheâs trained to my voice.â
You nearly choke.
âTake the blanket off.â
You do.
âT-shirt stays. I want you messy under it. Like a filthy little secret.â
You obey, chest rising. The air hits your bare skin and your nipples pebble instantly under the thin cotton. You slide your hand under the hem and find yourself dripping alreadyâyour folds slippery and warm, your clit throbbing at the first brush.
âFuck. Youâre already wet.â
You donât answer.
âDonât ignore me. Say it.â
You whimper. âIâm wet.â
âWhere?â
Your hand slides lower. âEverywhere.â
âLet me hear it.â
You drag your fingers through your folds, then lift them to the mic.
Squish. Slick. Wet.
âJesus Christ,â he breathes. âSheâs fucking leaking for me.â
âShe wonât stop,â you pant. âSheâs been clenchingâsheâs needy. I canâtâI canât even think straight.â
âShe doesnât need you to think. She needs you to listen.â
You nod like he can see you.
âYou touching your clit yet?â
âNo,â you whisper. âJust teasing.â
âDonât tease her. Feed her.â
You obey. Your fingers find your clit and press slow, warm circles into the swollen skin. Your hips twitch immediately. Your body jolts with relief. Like itâs been waiting for this.
âFuck. Thatâs it. Let her roll her hips. Let her grind on your fingers.â
You do.
And you moan. Loud. Wet. Pathetic.
âYou sound like youâre crying.â
âI might be,â you choke out. âIâmâIâve been on edge all day. Sheâs screamingââ
âThen shut her up.â
Your fingers move faster. Your breath turns ragged. The slick is everywhere nowâcoating your palm, sliding down your ass, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can hear itâslap, slap, slapâand you know he can too.
âGod, listen to her,â he says. âSheâs fucking talking again. Slapping wet, loud as hell, crying to be filled.â
Your thighs start to shake.
âDonât you dare stop.â
âHeeseungâfuck, Iâm closeââ
âShe wants to cum. So let her.â
You cum hard, back arching, legs tensed, voice cracking open around a sob as your pussy convulses around nothingâjust your fingers, just your shame, just his voice dragging it out of you with nothing but command.
âAgain,â he growls. âDonât you dare take your hand off her. You begged for this. You waited all fucking day for it.â
You keep going. Because you canât stop. Because this is his now.
-
You donât get a break.
Heeseung doesnât let you.
After that first callâthe one where you came so hard you swore you saw starsâyou thought maybe the tension would ease up. Maybe youâd get to breathe. But you donât. Because the second you wake up the next morning, thereâs already a text waiting for you.
Morning. She hungry?
Your pussy clenches on reflex.
You bite your lip, cheeks flushing under the covers.
Yes.
His reply is instant.
Good. edge yourself until youâre shaking. No cumming. No cheating. Youâll send me a pic of your fingers when youâre done.
Thatâs it. No teasing. No sweet talk. Just commands. Direct. Cruel. And of courseâyou obey.
You finger yourself that morning with shaking hands, grinding into your palm in the silence of your old bedroom with one hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. You stop just short of release three times. Your panties are soaked. The sheets beneath you are ruined.
You send the photo.
Two slick fingers, gleaming. One droplet hanging from your wrist like a taunt.
He doesnât reply until hours later.
Beautiful. Donât clean her up. Let her stick to your skin. I want her to haunt you all day.
Thatâs how it starts.
Sometimes itâs a call. Sometimes itâs just a photo prompt. Sometimes itâs voice notesâlow, slow, whispered filth that you replay in the bathroom on full volume with your thighs clenched so tight you can barely breathe.
Another day: make a mess on your favorite pair of panties. Send proof. Donât wash them. Fold them and put them in your drawer like a secret. Like she remembers.
When you canât callâfamily dinners, company in the house, a wedding eventâhe doesnât complain. He just adapts.
He sends you three voice notes in a row, each one filthier than the last.
âAre you wearing panties right now?â
âSheâs wet just from this, isnât she?â
âPut your phone between your legs. Let my voice buzz against her while you grind.â
You do. In the middle of the day. On the edge of your childhood bed. With the door locked and your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sound of you cumming on command.
Every time you text him, he knows what you need before you say it.
On your knees. Two fingers. Say my name when you finish. Thatâs all.
You cum like a trained animal.
By the end of the fourth day, youâre overstimulated and aching. Your cunt stays warm. Your clit stays swollen. You canât think straight without hearing his voice. You canât fall asleep without a pillow between your legs and your phone under your ear, replaying the way he said your name like it tasted good.
He doesnât let you get comfortable.
I want her ruined by the time you get back. Wet stains on your thighs. Bruised from your own fingers. No excuses. You belong to me now, yeah?
-
Youâre at the dinner table when the text comes in.
Thereâs a bowl of pasta in front of you. Your uncleâs talking about traffic. Your momâs pouring more wine. And your phone buzzes in your lapâone tiny, harmless vibration you almost ignore until you see the name on your lockscreen.
Heeseung.
Your chest tightens immediately. A hot ripple runs down your spine. You unlock it under the table, heart already picking up speed, thighs pressed tight together like thatâs gonna help anything.
You expect a voice note. Maybe an instruction. Instead, itâs just a single message.
Donât open this here. Iâm serious.
You excuse yourself. Bathroom. You try to walk casually, but your legs feel unstable, like your body knows whatâs coming and is bracing for it. You shut the door. Lock it. Sit down on the closed toilet seat. And then you open the message.
Itâs not a photo. Not a voice note. Just a block of text.
And it destroys you.
I want you dripping. Right now. I want your thighs sticky. I want your pussy hot and twitching and swollen like sheâs just been edged for an hour and sheâs still not allowed to cum. I want her pulsing around nothing. Squeezing air. Leaking like she misses my cock even though sheâs never had it. Thatâs how good I want her trained. That she misses me even though Iâve never fucked her.
I want you to slide your hand into your panties and feel her spit for me. Feel how filthy sheâs gotten just from reading my words. Not even hearing my voice. Just letters on a screen and sheâs frothing like a brainless little thing. I want her throbbing. Sore. Pink. Aching.
I want you to pull your panties to the side and look at what Iâve done to you. How she opens for nothing. How she clenches for nothing. How she cries, fucking cries, when she doesnât get touched. I want her messy. Slutty. Wet enough to embarrass you. Wet enough you canât clean it up with one tissue. Wet enough that if someone walked into that bathroom right now, theyâd smell her.
No fingers. Not yet. Just pressure. Palm down. Let her hump. Let her grind. Let her get yourself dirty. She knows what to do. She doesnât need permission anymore. Youâre gonna leak down your leg just reading this, arenât you? Sheâs already twitching. Already soaking. She knows what she is now. A thing that exists to be used. To be made wet. To be trained.
You stare at your screen. Eyes wide. Chest heaving.
And you feel itâthat slow, steady drip.
You slide your hand down between your legs and whimper when your fingers meet your pantiesâsoaked through. Hot and sticky, your folds puffy and swollen, everything throbbing with need.
You spread your legs wider. Thereâs no stopping it. You have to.
You push your panties aside, just like he said, and when you look down, your cunt is shining. Slick lips parted, clit swollen and begging, a string of wet clinging between your folds when you breathe too hard.
You cup her with your whole palm and rock once.
You grind again. Harder. The heel of your hand pressing directly on your clit. Your hips move faster, panting now, forehead pressed against your bent knee as your pussy humps your own hand like sheâs starved.
Youâre fucking yourself with no fingers. Just pressure. Just filth. Just his words rotting your brain and your pussy loving it.
You donât stop until your legs lock, jaw clenched tight to muffle the moan that rips through your throat. Your pussy convulses, grinding down hard, cumming in waves against your own palm until youâre crying silently, thighs soaked, panties a mess, body twitching from the force of it.
When itâs over, youâre wrecked. You sit there in silence. Breathing heavy. Panties still pulled to the side, hand drenched, cunt gaping and twitching like sheâs still looking for him.
You snap a photo.
Not of your face. Just your hand. Soaked. Ruined. Slick covering your wrist, dripping down your knuckles.
You send it. No caption. A minute later, his reply lights up your screen.
Thatâs how sheâs supposed to look. Every day until you get home.
-
You donât even knock.
You could, but whatâs the point? He told you to come over as soon as you got back. No texts. No warning. Just a short message yesterday night:
You better show up dripping.
And you are.
The shorts you wore are damp at the crotch, your hoodie clinging to the sweat on your lower back. Every shift of your thighs against the car seat on the drive over made you squirm. By the time youâre standing in front of his door, your cunt is throbbing. Empty. Trained. Starving.
He opens it like he already knew you were there.
Barefoot. Hoodie. Nothing underneath.
He stares at you for a second, quiet. His eyes drop to your legs, to the way youâre fidgeting, clenching, trying not to press your thighs together. He doesnât smile. He doesnât speak.
Just opens the door wider and lets you in.
You step past him. Silent. Heat prickling under your skin. His presence is loud, even without words. You can feel the pressure building alreadyâyour pussy knows. Sheâs aware. Aware of the air, of the scent of him, of how close he is now after five days of only hearing him through a speaker.
He closes the door behind you. And waits.
You turn to him, hands still curled into your sleeves. âI did everything.â
He lifts a brow. âYeah?â
You nod. Swallow hard. âEvery day.â
Heeseung steps forward slowly. Stops in front of you. His eyes flick down, over your body, like heâs looking for confirmation.
âYou leaking?â
Your breath catches. âYes.â
âProve it.â
Your heart slams against your ribs. But you donât hesitate.
Your fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and tug them down in one smooth motion. They hit the floor and you step out of them, bare underneath, thighs sticky and glistening. Your hoodie barely covers your hips now. One inch higher and heâd see everything.
He doesnât touch you.
âShow me,â he says, voice low.
Your breath hitches againâbut you drop to your knees. Not because he asked. Because your body knows what to do now.
You kneel between his feet on the hardwood floor, hands moving to part your thighs so he can see. You pull the hoodie up to your waist and slide two fingers between your foldsâdripping. It spreads so easily. Glossy. Viscous. Your pussy folds open for your own touch like itâs nothing new. Like sheâs been practicing all week.
You keep your eyes on him the whole time.
And when your fingers come back up, soaked and glistening, you hold them out. Heeseung watches you in silence.
Then leans forward, slow and deliberate. He takes your fingers into his mouth and sucksâdeep, slow, tongue curling around them like itâs a reward.
Your hips jerk slightly. Your cunt clenches hard. He pulls off with a wet pop and stares down at you.
âShe tastes trained.â
You nod.
âShe beg yet?â
You exhale. âShe never shut up.â
He clicks his tongue. âYeah?â
Then he grabs your jaw. Fingers firm but not rough, tilting your face up to his.
âYou want her filled?â
You nod again. âPlease.â
âNot yet,â he says. âSheâs not ready.â
âIâm readyâsheâs so ready, Iâve beenââ
âI donât care what you think. Youâre not here to make decisions. Youâre here to do what I say.â He lets go of your face. âYou wanna get fed? Earn it. Lay down. Show me how she begs.â
You scramble onto the bed.
Flat on your back. Legs spread. Cunt on display. Dripping.
Youâre already on your back, knees drawn up, thighs spread and trembling, cunt pulsing with heat thatâs been building all week. You donât try to hide it. You canât. Your pussyâs wet. Loud. Lips glossy and parted, folds flushed and twitching like she knows the moment has finally come. Sheâs been teased. Trained. Denied. Youâve been filling her with fingers and pressure and your own voice, but never this. Never him. And now heâs standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at you like heâs finally ready to eat.
But he doesnât touch you first.
He picks your shorts up off the floor, turns them inside outâand finds your soaked panties tangled in the legs. He peels them out slowly, sticky with your slick, the thin fabric darkened and clinging to itself. You watch, breath caught, legs still open, burning with shame as he brings them up to his face.
And sniffs.
Deep.
He inhales like itâs a fucking ritual. Eyes half-lidded. Thumb pressing into the crotch to smear the wetness around before dragging it across his lip. His tongue flicks outâtastes it.
âJesus fuck,â he mutters under his breath. âSheâs been marinating in this.â
Your body jolts. Your hands fist the sheets.
âSheâs loud, too.â His voice drops lower. âI havenât even touched her and sheâs already talking. Look at her. Fucking twitching. Dripping. Spreading herself open like she knows who she belongs to.â
âHeeseungââ You whimper.
âShut up.â
He tosses your panties to the side and climbs onto the bed, slow and smooth, eyes never leaving your cunt. He settles between your legs and just kneels there for a moment. Breathing her in. Hands on your thighs. Pushing them wider. Spreading you so open you can feel the air hit your slick.
Youâre soaked. You know it. You can feel it, the slick sliding down into the dip of your ass, the way your folds part with every breath, your clit poking out, hot and swollen.
He just stares.
âYou fucking trained her like this,â he mutters, almost to himself. âYou really did it. Came like a good little slut every night just to keep her hungry.â
âSheâs starving,â you whisper, voice shaking.
âI can see that.â
His thumbs press into the crease of your thighs, holding you open. His face lowers. Inches away. His breath hits your folds and your hips twitch violently.
He doesnât lick you.
Not yet.
He just hovers. His nose skims your inner thigh. Then up. Right up the slick slit, dragging his breath across your folds until your body shudders. He breathes her in againâthis time slower. Longer. Right at the source.
âGod,â he mutters. âShe fucking smells like obedience.â
You sob.
And then he spits.
Right on your pussy.
Hot. Heavy. Messy.
It splashes over your clit, drips between your folds, mixes with your slick and makes everything worse.
Your hips roll. You canât stop it.
âDonât you fucking move,â he growls. âSheâs getting attention. She better stay still.â
And finallyâfinallyâhis tongue drags up your slit. A long, slow lick from hole to clit that ends with his mouth wrapped around it, sucking hard.
Your hands fly to his hair. Your spine arches off the bed.
But he pins you with one forearm across your stomach and doesnât stop.
He eats you like a man starved. Like youâve been feeding her for him. Keeping her ready. Keeping her needy. His mouth is everywhereâtongue licking up everything youâve been saving, spit and slick and mess pooling under your ass while he moans into you.
âThatâs it,â he groans against your clit. âLet me taste five fucking days of begging.â
You cry out, thighs clenching.
But he slaps your pussy with his handâsharp, wet, punishing.
âOpen.â
You go limp. You canât fight it. You donât want to.
He eats you like itâs personal. Tongue flat. Licking. Circling. Spitting again. Your clitâs too swollen, too sensitive, but he doesnât care. He mumbles into youâfilth you can barely understand because heâs too focused on devouring.
âSheâs so fucking loud. She wonât shut up. You hear that?â
You do.
Your pussy makes noise with every lickâsquelching, wet, obscene.
âI didnât even fuck her yet,â he growls. âAnd sheâs already creaming.â
You try to cum. You try.
But he pulls back just as your thighs start to shake, just as your stomach seizes.
âNope. Sheâs not getting fed all the way until Iâve felt her on my cock.â
You nod frantically, fingers gripping the sheets, desperate.
Heeseung leans back, licking his lips, chin soaked, eyes wild.
âSheâs ready,â he says. âSheâs starving.â
Heâs already got two fingers hooked inside you when he tells you to open your mouth.
Not to kiss him. Not to speak. Just to take it.
He shoves his fingers past your lipsâsoaked in your own slick, the same fingers heâs been curling deep inside your cunt, dragging against that spot that makes your eyes roll back. You gag around them, moaning as the taste floods your tongueâsalty, sour, yours. He pushes them down onto your tongue, presses hard until your spit leaks out around them and drips down your chin.
âSwallow it,â he mutters, eyes locked on your face. âThatâs what obedience tastes like.â
You do. Of course you do.
Because youâd do anything he says.
And he knows it.
He wipes the slick from your lips with his thumb, drags it down your throat, then shifts forwardâkneeling between your trembling thighs, lining himself up with your soaked entrance like heâs been waiting years for this moment.
You stare down at his cock, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip, and your whole body tenses. Youâre already open, already dripping, already fucked dumbâbut none of itâs going to prepare you for this.
âLook at her,â he mutters under his breath, dragging the head of his cock through your folds, smearing pre-cum across your clit. âSheâs fucking begging.â
âShe wants it,â you pant, voice shaking. âPleaseââ
He doesnât give you time to finish.
He presses inâslow, deep, cruel.
The stretch hits you all at once. Your back arches. Your breath leaves you in a choked gasp, and your pussy clenches hardaround him, sucking him in inch by inch like she never wants to let him go.
âOhhh, fuck,â he groans. âSheâs trained alright.â
You moan. Loud. Desperate. Writhing beneath him as he bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass, his cock buried all the way to the base.
Sheâs full.
Finally fucking full.
Your cunt grips him tight, fluttering around his cock like sheâs been starving for itâand she has. Every inch of him hits something you didnât know existed. Your body shakes under the pressure. Youâre soaked. Stuffed. Used. And you want more.
âSay it,â he growls. âSay what she is.â
âSheâs yours,â you gasp. âSheâs a holeâyour holeâsheâs been waiting for thisââ
He pulls out halfway, then slams back in.
You scream.
âYouâre goddamn right sheâs mine,â he snarls. âYou trained her just to take my cock.â
You nod frantically, crying now, pleasure too thick in your throat to hold back.
He starts to fuck you in earnestâhard, relentless, loud. Skin slapping skin. His cock slick from your wetness, dragging through every twitch and squeeze, pressing deep, deeper, forcing your body to stay open for him. You feel it in your stomach. Your spine. Your fucking brain.
Every thrust knocks your thoughts loose. And you want to thank him. You want to feel him. You want to taste him.
So you lift your headâtry to kiss him.
You lean up, lips parting, mouth open and begging.
He pulls back.
His hand grabs your throat, presses you flat into the mattress. You gasp, eyes wide, blinking up at him in confusion. He smiles. Cruel. Mocking.
âNo,â he says coldly. âYou donât deserve to be kissed.â
Your breath shatters.
âKisses are for good girls,â he spits. âYouâre just a trained little hole.â
Your pussy clenches around him so violently he groans.
âThatâs all you are now, isnât it?â he sneers. âA stupid little cunt that opens on command. You get used, not kissed.â
Tears spill over your cheeks.
And you cum. Just like that.
From the words. From the shame. From the humiliation.
Your pussy spasms around his cock, soaking both of you as you scream into his hand still wrapped around your throat. Your hips jerk. Your vision goes white. But he doesnât stop.
He fucks you through it, hips pounding, cock punching into your oversensitive cunt like heâs trying to reprogram you from the inside out.
âThatâs it,â he pants. âLet her milk me. Let her show me how much she needed this.â
Youâre sobbing. Gasping. Too wrecked to speak.
âFucking knew it,â he groans. âYou were never gonna be satisfied until you got split open.â
He leans down, mouth right by your ear.
âBut donât ever reach for a kiss again. Sluts like you donât get kissed.â
Youâre already limp when he flips you.
Your body gives out so easilyâshoulders pressed into the mattress, arms numb, legs trembling, hips cocked up on instinct the second he yanks you onto your stomach. His hands drag you by the waist like a ragdoll. Like something boneless, brainless, ruined. Your face is buried in the pillow. Your cheek sticks to the fabric. Youâre crying, still, but thereâs no shame left. Just the raw ache of your cunt pulsing around nothingâbecause he pulled out.
You whine, pathetic and wordless, hips rolling back into the air, leaking down your thighs.
âStill hungry?â he mutters behind you.
You nod into the pillow.
âSay it.â
âSheâs empty,â you whimper. âSheâs twitchingâshe wants you back inâsheâs not doneâsheâs never doneââ
You gasp when the head of his cock slides back in. Just the tip.
He doesnât give you the rest.
You wiggle. Cry. Press your ass back against him and moan when your folds stretch again, split open all over his length.
âYou trained her to take it,â he says. âNow youâre gonna train her to keep it.â
He presses forward.
His cock buries to the hilt in one brutal thrust, and your whole body spasms. Your hands claw at the sheets. Your cunt clenches so violently it forces a sob out of your chest, high-pitched and broken. Youâre still sensitive. Still throbbing from the last orgasm. But he doesnât care.
He starts fucking you again like he owns you.
The slap of skin echoes in the room, wet and obscene, his cock pounding into your raw pussy like sheâs just a hole to conquer. You donât even try to move anymore. Your body takes it. Open, obedient, used.
âYou like that?â he pants. âYou like being my little fucktoy?â
âYeah, you do. Youâre trained now. A good little cocksleeve who comes when sheâs told. Cries when sheâs full. Cums from being humiliated.â
âI do,â you choke out. âIâm yoursâIâm your toyâjust your fucktoyâuse meâuse herââ
âThatâs it,â he growls. âThatâs what she wanted, isnât it? Not kindness. Not kisses. Just cock. Just someone to shove it in and remind her sheâs nothing but a messy, wet little pussy.â
He thrusts harder. You scream into the sheets.
âSheâs so loud,â he snarls. âSo fucking wet. Sheâs gushing. Every time I pull out she cries.â
You donât even recognize your own voice when you cum again.
Itâs raw. Ugly. Loud.
You screamâclawing at the sheets, nails ripping fabric, your body wracked with spasms as you squirt all over his cock, wet exploding out of you in waves, soaking the bed, your stomach, your thighs. You canât stop it. You donât want to.
He fucks you through itâharder.
âLet her break,â he growls. âLet her fucking split.â
And when your body finally collapses, hips falling, spine trembling, Heeseung doesnât even slow down.
He grabs your hips, hauls you up, and drives in deep one more timeâand stays there. His cock pulses inside you. Thick. Hot. Flooding you.
You feel it. You feel his cum shoot deep, thick ropes filling your already ruined pussy until your belly aches with it.
He stays inside. Keeps you cockwarmed, plugged full, hands rubbing down your spine like this is the aftercare.
Not words. Not love. Just being kept full. Like you should be.
You barely breathe. Your eyes are glassy. Your mouthâs open. You feel him lean over you. Feel the slow drag of his lips against your ear.
âYouâre not starved anymore,â he whispers. âSheâs fed now. Finally.â
You nod. Barely. Weak. Fucked out. His cock twitches.
âSheâs still twitching,â he murmurs. âShe wants to sleep like this.â
-
You wake up to the burn in your thighs.
The stretch. The ache. That slick-dried, too-sensitive sting between your legs from being filled for hours without a break. Your skinâs flushed. Clammy. You shift slightly under the covers, still half-asleep, and you feel itâhim.
Still there. Still inside you.
You blink. Breathe. Try to make sense of your bodyâbut the pressure between your legs is still warm. Your cunt clenches instinctively, and his cock twitches in response.
A slow, deep ache spreads in your gut.
His arm is draped over your waist. His chest is pressed against your back. Heâs asleepâsoft breaths on your shoulder, jaw resting against the side of your head. And his cock is still buried to the base in your pussy. Warm. Heavy. Plugging you full like it belongs there.
But something else creeps in too.
You lie there for a moment. Silent. Still. Pussy fluttering, heartbeat slowing, and that awful little ache growing in your chest. The one that started the second he pulled away last night. The one that settled into your ribs when you reached for him and he said âYou donât deserve to be kissed.â
You swallow. You whisper it before you even think about it.
âAre you really not gonna kiss me?â
Itâs soft. Not needy. Just⌠there.
His breath shifts against your skin. His arm tightens slightly around your waist.
You almost regret asking.
Until he exhales through his nose and mutters, voice rough and low and real, âIâm still fucking inside you, you brat. You think Iâm gonna spend the whole night cockwarming my favorite pussy and not kiss her in the morning?â
You twist under him, face flushed, and turn your head over your shoulderâand his mouth is already there.
No hesitation. He kisses you hard.
Mouth slanting over yours, tongue sliding in with no patience, lips full and hot and filthy with morning breath and spit. You moan into it, deep and broken, cunt clenching around his cock again like sheâs reacting to the kiss like itâs touch.
His hand grips your jaw, thumb dragging over your cheek as he devours your mouth. He licks into you like he means itâlike youâve earned itâlike heâs been wanting to do it since before he ever called you a slut.
Youâre whimpering into his mouth when it happens.
Your lips slide against his, sticky with spit, your breath still uneven from how long you spent crying into the pillow, your cunt still fluttering weakly around his cock. He hasnât pulled out. Heâs still inside you. Still twitching, half-hard again already, thick and warm, stretching your still-leaking pussy while your body curls back into him, needy and clingy and soft in a way you didnât get to be last night.
His hand cups your jaw now. Gentle. Finally. His thumb drags along your lower lip, slow and possessive, like heâs re-learning your mouth after denying it. His tongue pushes into you with unhurried filth, and your hips shift just barely, like your cuntâs trying to pull more of him in. Like she doesnât even know how to be empty anymore.
And then you hear it.
âHeeseung?â
Itâs distant. Not loud. Sleepy. But your blood freezes.
âHeyâhave you seen Y/N?â
Evie. Sheâs awake. The breath dies in your throat.
Your eyes fly open. Heeseungâs hand freezes on your jaw. Your whole body locks. His cock is still deep inside you, softening now, but still heavy. Still leaking. You can feel him dripping down your inner thighs as your brain flips inside out with panic.
âShit,â you mouth, barely audible.
Heeseung exhales through his nose, calm, but his arm is already tightening around your waist like heâs trying to figure out his next move in real time.
âY/N?â she calls again. âWhereâd you go?â
You scramble out of the bed like youâve been shot. Legs wobbly. Pussy sore. You trip over the blanket as you reach for your discarded clothes, yanking your hoodie on over your head, trying not to scream as your shorts catch on your ankle. Youâre still soaked, your panties still twisted around your thigh from where he shoved them earlier, and you can feel his cum still inside you, wet and hot and fucking obvious.
Heeseungâs already sitting up, dragging his hoodie on, running a hand through his hair to make it look like he just woke up.
Youâre panicking. âDo I go back to her room? What do I doâwhat if sheâs in the hallwayâ?â
Heeseung stands up, grabs your shoulders, kisses your forehead onceâquick, mocking, cockyâlike this is funny to him.
âBathroom. Now.â
You sprint for it. Just as he opens his door.
His voice is casual. Sleep-rough.
âYo.â
âYou seen Y/N? I woke up and she wasnât in bed. Her stuffâs still there though.â
Heeseung stretches in the doorway, voice smooth as fucking silk.
âNah, havenât seen her. She probably went to the bathroom.â
âShe didnât text me.â
âShe probably didnât want to wake you.â
Youâre crouched in the bathroom, hands over your mouth, hoodie soaked at the hem, thighs still trembling. You glance down and see a smear of his cum on your leg, glistening in the morning light like a neon sign of guilt.
âWhatever. Tell her Iâm making pancakes.â
âWill do.â
Door shuts. Heeseung turns, leans into the bathroom, finds you crouched by the sink.
âYou owe me.â
You punch his chest.
He grabs your wrist. Kisses it.
âDonât worry,â he whispers, voice low. âYouâll pay me back tonight."
-
Itâs early.
Evieâs downstairs making coffee. You can hear the clinking of mugs, the stupid hum of whatever playlist she plays when sheâs in a good mood.
Youâre in Heeseungâs lap. Hoodie on. No underwear. His backâs against the headboard, his cock deep inside you, and youâre grinding slowlyâhips circling, cunt fluttering, hands pressed to his chest to keep yourself upright.
Youâre not allowed to bounce. Not allowed to moan.
Just slow, controlled rollsâlike youâre milking him without giving yourself away.
âYou sound like you want her to know,â he whispers against your throat.
You shake your head. Breathe through your nose. Keep moving.
âThen be quiet, baby. Or Iâll hold your mouth and your hips still, and you wonât cum at all.â
You almost cry. He grabs your ass. Tilts your hips just right.
âIf she walks in, you better keep her name off your lips while I fill you up.â
You do. Barely.
You cum with your hand clamped over your mouth, twitching around his cock like you were made for itâand Heeseung cums seconds later, low and quiet, mouth on your collarbone.
Downstairs?
Evie sings along to the chorus.
-
Itâs disgusting.
Thereâs no other word for it.
Youâre on all fours, face buried in Heeseungâs mattress, drooling, moaning, thighs trembling with every wet squelch of his fingers plunging into you from behind. His mouth is glued to your cunt, spit running down his chin, tongue working your clit in slow, sloppy laps while one hand spreads you openâand the other, lower, slick with your cum, is rubbing tight circles around your asshole.
Youâre whining his name. Filthy. Wordless. Brain-melted.
âFuck, sheâs drooling for it,â he mutters into your pussy. âShe wants both. Sheâs ready. One in her ass, two in her cuntâyou wanna be stretched like a proper little hole, huh?â
Your face is soaked. Your bodyâs trembling. Your pussy flutters around his fingers, slick squelching with every slow drag in and out. Your rim clenches, raw and wet from the friction. You try to answer, but all that comes out is a pathetic sob.
âSay it,â he growls. âSay what she wants.â
âI want it,â you gasp, voice cracking. âI want you to open my assâwanna be full, wanna cum like a fucktoyâpleaseâpleaseââ
And thenâ
âY/N?â
You hear your name like itâs being spoken through a tunnel.
You freeze.
Every muscle in your body locks.
Heeseung doesnât move.
You can feel his tongue hovering right at your clit. His finger is still circling your asshole.
And then you both look up.
In the doorway. Mouth open. Eyes wide. Chest heaving.
Evie.
Her face doesnât go red. It goes white. Like her blood just dropped to her feet.
She stares at your bodyâat your back arched, knees wide, your ass open, Heeseungâs hand buried between your cheeks, your best friendâs brother with his mouth on you and your spit in his beard.
And then she gags. Audibly. Violently.
Her whole body jolts forward like sheâs about to puke right there in the hallway.
âOh myâfuckingâgodââ she chokes. âWhat theâwhat the FUCKââ
She turns. Presses her palm to the wall. Leans into it. Her other hand clamps over her mouth and you see her shoulders jerk. Once. Twice. A horrible, broken sound crawls out of her throat.
âNoânoânoâno, no, noââ
Sheâs panicking.
Canât breathe. Her body is shaking so hard you think she might collapse.
âEvieââ you start, voice already wet. âEvie, pleaseâplease just listenââ
âDONâT.â
The scream hits like a slap.
âDonât talk to me. Donâtâdonât even say my fucking nameââ
Youâre sobbing now. Reaching for the blanket. Falling off the bed. Barely able to pull your hoodie down over your sticky, twitching body.
Heeseung moves. Not fast enough. Still shirtless. Still hard. His fingers still glistening.
âHeejooââ
âDONâT. CALL ME THAT.â Her voice is shrill, raw, wrecked. âYouâre my fucking brother.â
She looks at you. Like she doesnât even know you.
And then her expression cracks completely.
Her face contortsâpain, betrayal, disgust, hatredâall in one devastating collapse.
âYou were inside her,â she whispers, and her voice breaks. âYou had yourâyourâyou were licking her while you were fingering her assââ
âYouâre both fucking insane.â
You crawl toward her. Not thinking. Just begging. Your knees burn. Your hands shake.
âEvieâpleaseâplease just let me explainââ
She flinches.
Flinches.
Like your voice touched her skin. Then she goes still. Her breathing slows. Her hands drop to her sides.
She looks empty.
âDonât come near me.â
Her voice is flat now. Robotic.
âDonât talk to me. Donât look at me. Donât even fucking breathe in my direction.â
You canât speak. Canât move. She steps back.
Looks at Heeseung. Then at you.
âYouâre both dead to me.â
-
ââYou donât remember the walk home.
You donât remember grabbing your phone, or leaving the house, or what the weather was like. You donât remember how long you cried, or how many people stared, or how fucking long it took for the heat between your legs to fade into something cold and ugly. You just remember sitting on your bedroom floorâhoodie still wet between your thighs, your underwear balled up in your pocketâand trying to breathe without choking on it.
Because it doesnât stop. The image. Her face.
Evie, hand over her mouth. Evie, gagging. Evie, stepping back like you were something dirty.
She meant it. Every word.
âDonât talk to me. Donât look at me. Donât fucking breathe in my direction.â
She meant it.
You try to text her that night. You donât even know what to say. There are three different messages in your drafts: one with just her name. One that says âIâm sorry.â One that says nothing at all.
They donât send. Youâve been blocked.
He doesnât text either. You donât even know if he can.
The silence is so big it feels like a second death. You lie in bed every night with your phone face-up on your pillow, waiting for it to light up with anything. A call. A voice note. Just a name.
It never comes.
But you still feel him. In your body. In your bones.
Every time you try to sleep, your body curls like itâs expecting to be filled.
Some nights you wake up sweatingâpanting, pussy twitchingâbecause you dreamed of his voice again.
You still miss him. Even after all of it. Even after how it ended.
Even after Evieâs face broke in half at the sight of youâwet, spread open, her brotherâs finger sliding into your ass while you begged for more.
You still miss him. And thatâs the part that makes you sick.
-
Itâs been nearly two weeks since you watched Evie recoil in that doorway, hand clamped over her mouth like she was actually going to vomit.
You canât erase the memory of her faceâhow disgust bled into betrayal, how her gaze slid right past you like you didnât exist, then landed on Heeseung as if he were some twisted stranger in her own home. You tried to bury the image, tried to make it small and unimportant, but it lives in your chest now, swelling every time you breathe.
You havenât talked to either of them since. Not one word to her, not a single text to him.
Itâs as if the world paused on that moment: her voice ripping through the room, your body half-naked, his spit drying on your thighs, your stomach churning with guilt.
Now the doorbell rings, and somehow you already know whoâs on the other side.
You open it slowly, hesitation weighing on every movement of your hand.
Heeseung stands there in a wrinkled hoodie, dark circles stamped beneath his eyes. He looks thinnerâlike the shape of him has caved in from the inside out. His hair is unstyled, his shoulders hunched, and the way he stares at you feels desperate.
Neither of you speak for a few seconds, the silence pressing into your lungs.
Then you break it, because you canât handle him looking at you like that. âWhy are you here?â Your voice comes out flat, echoing the numbness youâve been living in.
Heeseung swallows, gaze skittering between your face and the ground.
âI had to see you.â
The words feel like theyâre meant to fix something, but all they do is twist the knife. You give a hollow laugh, but thereâs no humor in it.
âYou already saw enough.â
He exhales shakily, bringing a hand up to scrub at the back of his neck.
âIâm not asking you to forgive me,â he says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. âI know thatâs notâthereâs nothing I canââ He trails off, struggling, guilt carved into every line of his face. When he finally speaks again, his voice strains.
âYou think we havenât replayed it a hundred fucking times?â he asks. âThe door. The blanket. You moaning. MeâGodâwe were still fucking with each other right there, even when sheââ
âStop.â Your voice cracks. âDonât say it.â
âWe saw her face,â his voice keeps going, low and fast and pained. âWe saw it, and we still didnât stop, like fucking animals. I see it every time I close my eyes. I hear her say my name like I was never hers, like you were never her friend.â
You speak,
âI canât look at you without hearing her gag.â
The confession slashes the air, and his lips part like youâve slapped him.
âI canât hear your name without remembering what it felt like to be in her house, in her family, doing⌠that, while she thought I was asleep down the hall.â
For a moment, neither of you breathe. Then he forces himself to speak, voice cracking.
âI know. I fucking know, and I hate that we didnât let go even when we heard her. I hate that she looked at us like we were monsters. I hate that part of me still wanted to stay inside you, and part of you still wanted me there, when we shouldâve both stopped.â
You close your eyes, replaying Evieâs strangled gasp in your head, recalling the numb disbelief that followed when she told you not to speak, not to look, not to fucking breathe in her direction.
âI canât talk to you,â you whisper, voice trembling despite your best efforts. âI canât even hear your name without feeling sick.â
He swallows and nods, like heâs been waiting for those exact words. âIâm sorry,â he says, and he sounds like heâs about to shatter. âI wonâtâif you never want to see me again, I understand.â He drags in a breath that rattles in his chest. âI just needed to know you were⌠alive.â
For a moment, you want to ask him if heâs okay too, if heâs been eating or sleeping, if he wakes up sweating like you do. But you lock it down, because you canât afford to care right now.
âWell,â you say, and your voice is colder than you intend, ânow youâve seen me. Congratulations.â
A faint tremor passes through him, and he nods once. Thereâs nothing else. No lecture, no pleading. He just steps back, shoulders slumped, and turns away.
-
It happens in the grocery store, of all places. Youâre pushing a half-empty cart down the cereal aisle, trying not to think about how much quieter life has been since you lost your best friend and the boy you broke her heart with. Youâre scanning the shelves for something to distract you when you catch sight of a familiar figure at the other end of the row.Â
Your heart lurches, your fingers tightening on the cart handle as your stomach flips.Â
Because there, frowning at the boxes of cereal, is Evieâor Heejoo, or however she wants to be called now. You donât have time to decide whether you should turn and run or force a hollow smile. She glances up, and your eyes meet. Neither of you moves.
 The aisle feels too narrow. Her cart sits between you, an invisible barrier.
She looks differentâher hair is shorter or maybe just pulled back in a careless ponytail, dark smudges under her eyes, shoulders tense. She seems hollowed out in the same way you feel.Â
Some part of you wants to say hey or I miss you or please talk to me, but the words dissolve in your throat. Sheâs the one who steps forward first, letting her cart roll behind her. Her heels click on the tile, echoing your every heartbeat.
âHaving fun?â she asks, and it doesnât sound like a question so much as a thinly-veiled jab.
You grip the handle of your cart, mouth suddenly too dry to speak.
âEvieââ
âDonât call me that,â she snaps, eyes flicking away like the name itself stings. âYou donât get to pretend weâre okay. You donât get to act like weâre still friends.â
Her arms fold across her chest, nostrils flaring with each breath, and you feel your own pulse jump in your neck. âIâIâm sorry,â you manage, voice trembling. Itâs not enough, you know that.
She scoffs, a breathy, humorless sound. âThatâs it? Youâre sorry? You think that magically fixes everything?â She gestures sharply, and you notice how tightly sheâs clenching her fists. âYou screwed around with my brother like it was nothing, and I walked in onââ Her voice breaks, face twisting as she fights off the memory. âI was just the idiot friend who never saw it coming, right?â
Shame flares in your cheeks. You hold your ground, though it hurts to meet her eyes. âI know I betrayed you,â you say. âWeâGod, I donât even have the words for how messed up it was. We both knew better. We both let it happen.â
Her hand lifts to cut you off, shaking with the effort. âYou think itâs just that you hurt me?â Her voice wobbles between anger and heartbreak. âYou hurt him too, you realize that? He was my brother, you were my best friend, and you both blew yourselves up in front of me. Like you had no idea what it would cost.â
Your stomach knots in a way you havenât felt before. Sheâs right. It wasnât just herâit wasnât just you. It was all three of you, tangling and twisting until it snapped. âI know,â you say more quietly. âAnd weâre all paying for it. Heâs⌠heâs not okay. Iâm not okay. And youâre definitely not okay. Thereâs no part of this that isnât broken.â
She lets out a short, bitter laugh. âDo you think that helps? Hearing you say itâs broken doesnât change the fact that I canât even look at either of you without wanting to scream.â
You bow your head, voice almost inaudible. âI wish I could take it back.â
She swallows, and for a fraction of a second, the hostility in her eyes flickers with pain. âWell, you canât.â Her grip tightens on the cart handle until her knuckles whiten, and she exhales shakily.Â
âI want my brother back, you know. I want my friend back. But I donât get either of those things, because you two decided to⌠to destroy what we had.â
Your throat closes up, tears pricking at your eyes. âIâm sorry.â
She stares for another few seconds, jaw clenched as she holds herself together. Then she moves around you, snatching her cart by the handle, the wheels squeaking in protest.Â
âEnjoy the produce,â she mutters under her breath, voice dripping with bitterness as she passes.
-
It doesnât happen overnight.
 Thereâs no single conversation that wipes the slate clean, no perfect gesture that makes Evieâs betrayal vanish, no magic wand that repairs the gaping wound in your chest.Â
But over timeâslow, grudging, step by hesitant stepâyou all begin to realize that staying in this darkness is killing you. Staying strangers, orbiting the same guilt without looking one another in the eye, is worse than facing the truth. And that truth is messy, fragile, and riddled with scars.
It begins with Evie texting you, late at night, a week after the grocery store encounter.Â
Just three words: We need to talk.
You stare at the screen for a solid minute, heart pounding like itâs trying to break out of your chest.Â
Your hands shake as you reply, Yeah, okay.Â
Thatâs all. No apology, no second-guessing, just acceptance. You wait for her to say when or where, but she doesnât text back until the next afternoon, telling you to meet her at the park near her house.Â
And then she clarifies: Just you.
You show up after sunset, nerves jangling in every limb, expecting hostility, or silence, or both.Â
Instead, you find Evie sitting on a faded wooden bench under a flickering streetlight. She looks smaller than you remember, knees drawn up under her chin, arms hugging herself for warmth. As you approach, you open your mouth to say somethingâanythingâbut she holds up a hand, shaking her head.
âDonât,â she says, voice tight. âNot yet.â
You stand there, awkward and guilty, waiting for her permission to speak.
She lowers her hand and sighs, staring at a patch of dead grass near her feet. âI asked you here because⌠this is killing me,â she mutters. âBeing this angry all the time. Hating you. Hating him. I canât keep up with it. Itâs turning me into someone I donât recognize.â
Her words break something inside your chest, and your throat goes thick. You sit down on the far edge of the bench, leaving a wide space between you, unsure if youâre allowed to be any closer. âI⌠I know,â you manage, voice unsteady. âI feel it too. Itâs like Iâm rotting on the inside.â
She nods once, gaze flicking to you before sliding away again. âIâm not saying I forgive you,â she warns, and you nod, heart pounding. âIâm just saying I donât want this to be my life anymore. Thisârage. Itâs not me.â
She exhales, shoulders curling inward. âAnd I loved you. You were my best friend. And he⌠heâs my brother, and I loved him too. So how did we all end up here?â
Silence lingers. You fight back tears that threaten to spill.Â
âWe messed up,â you whisper, voice cracking. âWe both did. Me and him. We used your house, your trust, your everything for our own messed-up⌠needs, and it was stupid and selfish and we ended up shattering everything.â You swallow a lump in your throat. âI know none of that fixes it. But I swear to you, we never wanted to hurt you.â
Evie laughs bitterly, a hollow sound. âWell, you did. And I canât pretend you didnât.âÂ
Her gaze shifts to the distance, to the halo of light under the streetlamp. âBut I donât know if I can keep hating you. Or him.âÂ
She hesitates, words coming out slow. âI saw him last week. He lookedâGod, I hardly recognized him. Like a ghost of himself.â
You nod, biting back the urge to defend him or to ask a dozen questions. âHeâs⌠not doing great,â you say simply, remembering his hollow cheeks, the way his voice cracked when he said he couldnât sleep.
She wraps her arms tighter around herself, rocking slightly. âNeither are we,â she points out. âNone of us are okay. And I guess thatâs what Iâm realizing. That weâre all stuck in the same crater, staring at the same wreckage. Maybe we shouldnât be trying to fix it on our own.â
Your eyes burn with unshed tears. âWhat do you want to do?â you ask, feeling the weight of her words press into your chest.
Sheâs quiet for a long moment. Then she looks directly at you, tears shimmering at the edges of her eyes. âI want us to talk,â she says. âAll three of us. In one place. I want us to put it all on the table, no hiding, no running out. Because if thereâs any chance of moving forwardâtogether or apartâwe have to face it."
âIâll text him,â she says, voice ragged. âDonât expect miracles. But I canât do this alone.â
A teardrop escapes your lashes and slips down your cheek. âNeither can I,â you whisper. âThank you.â
She doesnât respond, just stands up and motions for you to follow.Â
-
Evieâs living room is dimly lit, and the air feels thicker than it shouldâas if everything youâve said to each other in the last hour is still hovering in the space between. Outside, itâs already dark, the muffled hum of passing cars bleeding in through the windows. Youâre all drainedâphysically, emotionallyâyet no one moves to leave. Not yet. Itâs not finished.
Evie is perched on the armchair, knees drawn close to her chest. Youâre on one end of the couch, Heeseung on the other, and thereâs still a gulf of guilt and confusion separating you. But you can feel the conversation building toward something bigger than apologies or confessions of regret.
Evie tugs at the sleeves of her sweater. She glances between you and her brother, mouth pinched tight, but her voice is gentler than before.
âIâm not pretending this is easy,â she begins, clearing her throat. âWeâve all hurt each other. I just want to know what you⌠what you both actually feel.â Her gaze settles on you, question clear in her eyes. âDo you two even care about each other beyond⌠beyond whatever it was you were doing?â
You swallow, your mouth dry. This is the moment youâve been pushing down for weeks, refusing to think about. The reason you woke up gasping sometimes, alone in your bed, missing a warmth you never should have craved in the first place. You take a shaky breath, feeling your pulse hammer in your temples.
âIââ you begin, then stop. Your voice wavers, but you force yourself to speak. âIâm in love with him.â
It comes out bare, unpolished, stripped of excuses. You feel the words echo in your chest, leaving you vulnerable. Across the room, Evieâs eyes widen for half a second, and you can see her guard tighten, just a bit.
Heeseung exhales sharply, his head snapping up. You canât bring yourself to meet his gaze. Instead, you focus on the floor, heart pounding.
âI know,â you continue, voice trembling, âthat he might not feel the same way. I know we started this all wrong, that I messed up your trust, that I hurt youââyou glance at Evieââand maybe I donât deserve a happy ending. But I canât keep pretending I donât love him just because Iâm ashamed of how we got here.â
Evie inhales like sheâs bracing for another blow, her arms tightening around her knees.
âYouâre saying you love him, even if he doesnât love you back?â she asks, carefully, like sheâs afraid of the answer.
You let out a breath that feels like itâs been caged in your ribs for months.
âYes. Itâs not⌠itâs not his responsibility. If itâs one-sided, thatâs on me.â You glance fleetingly at Heeseung, face flushing. âI donât expect anything from him, or from you. I justââ Your voice cracks. âI needed to say it out loud.â
Silence envelops the room, charged with tension. Heeseung is staring at you, eyes wide and glossy, like youâve knocked the air from his lungs. Evie shifts, chewing on the inside of her lip.
Heeseung finally speaks, voice rough.
âYou⌠love me?â
You manage a small, trembling nod. âI do,â you say, meeting his gaze at last. âAnd if you donât love me back, thatâs okay. I know how messed up this is. Iâm ready to⌠to accept that.â
He looks startled, as if no part of him expected you to be okay with that possibility. His hands flex on his knees, knuckles blanching. Then he breathes out, shoulders sagging.
âGod,â he murmurs, shaking his head. âYouâre unbelievably stupid.â
You flinch, heart joltingâthough thereâs no real malice in his tone, only a shaky awe and raw disbelief that seems to be tying him in knots. He forces himself to meet Evieâs eyes for a flicker of a second, as if silently asking for permission to go on.
âDonât call her that,â Evie snaps, voice quivering at the edges. She fixes him with a sharp glare, arms folded tight across her chest. âI donât care how you meant itâsheâs not stupid, and you donât get to insult her in front of me.â
âShut the fuck up Evie, one second,â He turns to you, âBecause you think Iâm not in love with you? That Iâd leave you hanging with all this guilt?â
Your heart stutters, the floor tilting under you. âHeeseungâŚâ
âIâm in love with you too,â he says, and the words hang in the air with tangible weight. âI canât believe youâd be ready to walk away, believing it was one-sided. That youâd⌠accept it. God, do you have any idea how much it hurts to see you in so much pain, thinking I donât feel the same?â
A soft sound escapes your throatâsome blend of relief and shockâand tears gather at the edges of your vision. Across the room, Evie exhales shakily, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. You can see the swirl of emotions crossing her features: anger, hurt, jealousy, and underneath it all, a lingering care for you both.
Heeseung scrubs a hand over his face, then looks to Evie, voice trembling.
âI love her. I know I messed up. We messed up. We never shouldâve lied. But I canât take back how I feel.â
Evie drags in a deep breath. She pushes herself up from the armchair, pacing a short line across the living room. Her head is down, hands in her hair. When she finally looks at you both, thereâs pain in her eyes, but not the same raw fury as before.
âJesus,â she mutters. âYou twoâŚâ She chews the inside of her cheek. âI hate what you did. I hate how you did it. But if you love each otherâreally love each otherâI canât tell you not to.â
 Her shoulders slump. âI want to be angry forever, but⌠seeing you like this, Iââ She presses her lips together, tears brimming, then sets her jaw. âI guess I just want us to find a way to exist without destroying each other.â
A thick silence fills the space. Your chest feels ready to burst from conflicting emotionsâgratitude, guilt, longing, terror. You look at Evie and see the ghost of the best friend you once knew, who might be willing to stand beside you again one day, even if it wonât ever be the same.
You open your mouth.
âI know it wonât be easy,â you say softly. âI donât expect you to forgive everything in one night. But maybe⌠maybe we can start moving forward?â
Evie dashes a tear off her cheek and gives a tiny nod.
âYeah,â she whispers. âMaybe.â
Heeseung watches her, watches you, then rises from the couch. He hesitates, like heâs not sure if heâs allowed to touch you. You stand up, heart pounding, and drift closer. Neither of you quite meets in the middle, leaving a careful gap where all your remorse hangs. But itâs less than before.
Evie clears her throat, hugging herself.
âI canât stay down here with you two being⌠whatever you are. I need time, okay?â
You nod quickly.
âOf course.â
Heeseung nods as well, voice soft.
âAnything you need.â
She steps back, wiping her eyes, and thereâs a hint of a weary smile ghosting across her face, like sheâs relieved but not sure how to show it.
âYou two can talk, or⌠or go, or do whatever. I justâŚâ Her breath catches. âIâm gonna go upstairs. Thatâs all I can handle right now.â
You donât stop her.
Then you turn to him, tears slipping down your cheeks, a tremulous hope fluttering in your chest. He lifts a handâtentative, like heâs scared to break youâand cups your cheek, thumb brushing your damp skin.
He exhales shakily.
âI love you,â he murmurs, the words raw with emotion. âIâm sorry for everything.â
You nod, voice catching in your throat as you rest your hand over his.
âIâm sorry too,â you whisper. âBut I love you, and maybe⌠thatâs something we can start with.â
His eyes close in something like relief, and he presses a soft, uncertain kiss to your temple. It isnât a triumphant moment, not the kind of romantic victory you mightâve once imagined. Itâs tender, laced with guilt and fear. But itâs also realâgenuine and fragile, the only piece of warmth youâve had in a long time.
-
Things shift slowly, almost imperceptibly at first. You and Heeseung start keeping your distance whenever Evieâs aroundâno subtle hand-holding, no lingering touches, certainly no sneaking off to lock yourselves behind the nearest door.Â
Itâs not that youâre ashamed of each other; itâs that you canât stand the thought of rubbing your relationship in her face. You both know youâre lucky sheâs even letting you in the same room without storming out.
So you dial it back. You let your bodies stop running the show.Â
Itâs harder than you expectâhe still sets your nerves on fire by simply looking at youâbut you remind yourself that Evieâs feelings matter, that you owe her more than just half-hearted consideration. You give her space, which means giving yourselves space too.Â
No sex. No heavy make-out sessions. No pressed-up-against-a-wall confessions. Just⌠time and gentle contact.
Heeseung seems as restless as you.Â
Sometimes, when itâs late and youâre on a phone callâwhispering so Evie wonât hear through the wallsâhe sounds downright desperate.Â
You can hear his breath catch when you say you miss him, can practically feel the tension radiating through the receiver.Â
Yet both of you agree: this is how it has to be for now. If you want Evie to believe that what you have is more than just an addiction to each otherâs bodies, you need to show her you can exist outside a bed.
So you go on dates. Real dates. Movie theaters, yes, but also bookstore trips, late-night drives to nowhere, strolling through a local fair when it rolls into town.Â
You hold hands only if youâre well away from Evieâs neighborhoodâfearful that any small sign of affection might break the thin thread of tolerance sheâs extended.Â
The first time you walk along the riverside in the evening, sipping cheap coffee from a convenience store, it hits you that youâve never really done this part before: the tentative, day-to-day romance of building a real relationship. Itâs both comforting and nerve-wracking.Â
You can feel the charge sparking under your skin every time he smiles at you, like youâre seconds away from losing your careful resolve.Â
But you donât. Neither of you wants to risk undoing the fragile progress with Evie.
And that progress is slow, but present.Â
She doesnât cringe as much when you and Heeseung enter a room together.Â
She no longer flinches if you happen to stand on the same side of the kitchen.
 Maybe sometimes she rolls her eyes, but she doesnât snap. You see the tension in her shoulders when youâre all in the same space, thoughâlike sheâs bracing for some new betrayal.Â
You canât blame her. You still offer to leave the moment you sense her discomfort rising. Surprisingly, sheâs started telling you to stay.
But the real sign that things might be healing comes one weekend night when Evie texts you, out of the blue:
Girlsâ night?
She doesnât dress it up with a cute emoji or an explanation; itâs bare bones, almost clinical. And you stare at your phone with your heart hammering, wondering if this is a test, or maybe a begrudging olive branch.Â
You answer with a shaky yes, and spend the next few hours trying not to read too much into it. You tell Heeseung youâll be hanging out with Evie, and he just smilesâwide and genuine, telling you to have fun, to text him if you need anything.
Evieâs room hasnât changed much since the night you snuck out of it to see Heeseung. The layout is the same, the posters the same, the bedspread the same. It all feels loaded with history.Â
She sits cross-legged on her bed, handing you a sodaâno alcohol tonight, no false bravado. You sense she wants you both stone-cold sober for whatever might be said.Â
Thereâs an awkward pause, and then she gestures for you to sit, too.
For a while, conversation comes in bursts: updates about random classmates, stories from her day at work, small talk about the show you both used to binge-watch together. Itâs stiff, but not hostile.Â
She picks at her blanket, and you notice how she wonât hold your gaze for too long. Yet each minute that passes without snapping or bitterness feels like a victory.
Eventually, she slides a bag of nail polish across the bed toward you. âYou, um⌠you still like doing this, right? Itâs been a while,â she mumbles, glancing at your nails.Â
Itâs such a small gesture, but it makes your throat tighten. You nod, and she exhales something that might be relief.Â
For a solid hour, the two of you paint and chatter, as if practicing how to be friends again. Her shoulders are less rigid. Youâre careful not to misstep. Neither of you mentions Heeseung.
At least not directly. But you feel his presence in the air, the unspoken pivot point around which your every interaction revolves. Itâs only when Evie finally fixes you with a long, assessing look, half-concern and half-uncertainty, that the moment arrives.
âAre you two, like⌠okay?â she asks. Her voice is laced with discomfort, but thereâs no hatred in it. âYou said no more sneaking around. But are youâhappy?â
You swallow hard, carefully blowing on your newly painted nails. âWeâre⌠doing our best,â you say. âTrying to be good for each other. Not just physically.â
She nods, lips twisting like sheâs turning over your words in her mind. âI guess⌠thatâs what I wanted to know,â she admits softly. âIt still weirds me out sometimes, but Iâd rather it matter to you than be some⌠fling.â
A wave of gratitude surges in your chest, making it hard to speak. You nod. âIt matters,â you whisper. âI swear.â
She blinks a few times, then sets her nail polish aside. The tension in her shoulders relaxes just enough that her spine curves against the headboard, more comfortable than youâve seen her in weeks. âGood,â she murmurs, tone stilted but earnest. âDonât⌠donât make me regret trying to rebuild this, okay?â
Your own shoulders slump in relief. âI wonât,â you promise. Your voice shakes with the weight of it. âAnd if I ever do, you canâand shouldâkick my ass.â
That draws a small, genuine laugh from herâa sound you havenât heard in what feels like ages. She nods, letting the humor fill the space that was once suffocating with tension. âDeal,â she says.
You stay up later than expectedâtalking about nonsense, painting your nails in mismatched colors, occasionally lapsing into awkward silences.Â
But each time, one of you breaks it before the air can go stale. By the time midnight rolls around, youâve settled into a strange new normal: not quite what you were before the betrayal, but not strangers anymore. Something between you is mending, fragile but real.
When you leave, she walks you to the front door. Itâs still weird, stepping out into the hallway where so much damage happened.Â
But Evieâs behind you, not in front, and you canât help feeling that the dynamic has changed in a way that actually might last. You glance back at her, and though she still looks tired, she doesnât look hostile or betrayed. Maybe just⌠cautious. Itâs enough.
âNight,â she says, one hand resting on the doorknob.
âNight,â you reply, voice quiet. âThanks, again.â
She nods and closes the door gently behind youâno slamming, no huffing. Just a simple, private goodbye.
 As you slip into the night, you realize youâre smiling, mind already whirring with what youâll tell Heeseung when you see him next. You catch yourself wondering if youâll meet up for another date soon. Or if youâll just call him on the way home, excitedly spilling the details of your slow but tangible progress with Evie.
-
The new place is barely furnished. A couch thatâs still covered in plastic. A mattress on the floor. Takeout containers littering the kitchen counter. The floorboards creak with every step. The windows are wide open, and there are no curtains yet. Itâs not homeânot reallyâbut itâs his.Â
And most importantly, itâs finally, blessedly, fucking private.
When he opens the door and lets you in, he doesnât kiss you right away. He just watches you step inside like youâre something heâs trying to memorize. His hands stay in the pocket of his hoodie. His jawâs tight. His eyes flicker to the bag in your hand, then to your shoes, then up your legs so slowly it makes you feel exposed even though youâre still fully dressed.
You donât say anything at first. You set the wine down on the counter. You take in the spaceâempty and echoingâbut your skinâs already buzzing. You hear the door close behind you with a soft click, and something shifts.
He clears his throat.
âI havenât kissed you yet,â he says, voice low. âNot really.â
You turn to look at him. âNo.â
Thereâs a beat.
âCan I?â
You nod.
And thatâs it. Thatâs all it takes.
His hands are on your face before you can blink, warm and rough and needing. The kiss starts soft, but only for a breath. Then it turnsâhungry, desperate, filthy. Your back hits the counter with a thud, his tongue already in your mouth, his body pressing into yours like heâs trying to crawl inside you through your lips.
You moan into him, and he groans, deep in his throat, like the sound broke whatever shred of self-control he was hanging onto.
âYou have no idea,â he pants, mouth hot against your jaw, âhow long Iâve wanted to ruin you in peace.â
Your shirtâs pulled up before you can answer, his mouth already sucking marks down your neck. His hands are everywhereâgripping your tits through your bra, unbuttoning your jeans, fingers slipping into your waistband like he owns the place. Like he owns you.
You gasp as his hand slides between your legs, cupping you through your underwear, his breath catching when he feels the heat there.
âAlready wet?â he mutters, voice ragged. âFucking knew it.â
He yanks your jeans down to your ankles, then sinks to his knees on the kitchen tile without another word. His hands push your legs apart, pulling one up to rest over his shoulder. And when his mouth presses to the soaked fabric of your panties, you cry outâsharp, helpless, needy.
âYou wore these knowing Iâd take them off with my teeth, didnât you?â he growls, dragging the fabric aside with his nose, his tongue already lapping through your folds like heâs been waiting for this for months.
You can barely breathe. One hand flies to the counter for balance, the other fists in his hair. He licks you with obscene, wet sounds, groaning into your pussy like the taste is sending him over the edge. You grind against his face shamelessly, whining when he flattens his tongue and drags it up through your slit, over and over again.
âFuck, Heeseungâpleaseââ
He pulls back just enough to spit directly on your clit. âWhat do you need, baby?â he pants, thumb spreading it around with tight, deliberate pressure. âYou want me to make you cum with my mouth like a good little whore? Is that it?â
You nod frantically, hips rocking against his hand.
âI missed this pussy,â he mutters, diving back in. âMissed how fucking loud she is.â
And she is. Your pussyâs wet, sloppy, noisy, every flick of his tongue echoing off the bare walls. You cum hard, legs shaking around his shoulders, crying out his name as your vision blurs.
But heâs not done.
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabs you by the waist and turns you around, bending you over the counter.
âNo more pretending,â he growls in your ear. âNo more quiet. Youâre gonna scream for me this time.â
He pulls your panties down and spreads you open, groaning like a man unhinged.
âGod, youâre dripping. You fucking missed this too, didnât you?â
You try to answer, but heâs already stroking his cock against your folds, rubbing the head through the mess between your legs, smearing it everywhere.
âSay it,â he demands.
âYesâyes, I missed itâfuck, Heeseung, I missed your cockââ
He sinks into you in one sharp, brutal thrust, and you wail.
No condom. No pause. Just the stretch of him filling you up in one smooth, devastating stroke.
âOh my God,â he groans. âYouâre fucking swallowing me.â
Youâre moaning, writhing, drooling onto the counter. He doesnât start slow. He doesnât give you time. He fucks youârelentless, pounding, like heâs been waiting to do this since the moment you first touched him.
Your ass slaps against his thighs with every thrust. Your pussy is loud, the kind of wet, messy squelch that would embarrass you if you could think.
He slaps your ass hard, making you jolt forward. âListen to her,â he growls. âSheâs been crying for me.â
You donât stop him. You beg for more.
He grabs your arms and pulls you back onto him, using your own body to fuck you harder.
âKeep taking it,â he snarls. âBe my good little cumrag, just like you used to be.â
You scream. You scream for him.
You cum again, sobbing into the crook of your arm, your entire body trembling.
He pulls out and flips you around, lifts you up onto the counter again, and kisses you like heâs devouring you from the inside out. Your legs are trembling so hard you can barely hold them up, but he spreads them open and spits straight onto your cunt, rubbing it in with two fingers, moaning when you jolt at the sensitivity.
âWanna fuck you on the floor next,â he mutters against your lips. âWanna fuck you on the mattress, on the couch, against every wall. Wanna ruin this apartment with the sound of your pussy screaming for me.â
You grab his face, breath ragged. âThen do it.â
He throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the mattress on the floor, where he fucks you in every position heâs ever imagined. He keeps you cockdrunk and leaking. When your voice gives out, he fucks you in silence. When your legs stop working, he props them up and keeps going. And when he finally cumsâinside you, deep, claimingâhe doesnât pull out.
He just collapses on top of you, both of you drenched in sweat and slick and the aftermath of something feral.
You canât move.
You donât want to.
You just lie there, shaking, full, used, satisfied in a way that makes you dizzy.
Heeseung kisses your shoulder and whispers against your skin.
đ§đ¨đđ: Intense roommate smut with voyeurism, mirror sex, and desperate Ni-ki. Read at your own risk.
đŹđ¨đ§đ : Friends by Chase Atlantics
You and Ni-ki had been roommates for almost a year. It started as a convenient arrangement â cheap rent, good location, and he was surprisingly clean for a guy. But somewhere along the way, the tension became impossible to ignore. The way he looked at you when you walked around in shorts, the way youâd catch him staring at your lips when you spoke. Neither of you ever crossed the line.
Until tonight.
The dorm was quiet. Ni-ki was supposed to be at practice until late, so you thought you had the place to yourself. The ache between your legs had been growing all day â a deep, needy throb that your fingers alone couldnât satisfy anymore. You needed release.
You left your bedroom door slightly ajar, too impatient to close it fully. You pulled your top off, letting it drop to the floor, your breasts exposed to the cool air. Lying back on your bed in just your panties, you spread your legs and slid your hand down.
A soft sigh escaped your lips as your fingers found your clit. You were already soaked. You circled slowly at first, then faster, dipping two fingers inside yourself with a quiet moan.
âMm⌠fuckâŚâ
On the other side of the door, Ni-ki had just gotten home early.
He froze in the hallway when he heard it â your soft, breathy moan. His hand tightened on the strap of his practice bag. He knew he should walk away. He knew he should go to his room and pretend he heard nothing.
But he couldnât.
He quietly set his bag down and moved closer to your door. The gap was just wide enough. His breath hitched when he saw you.
You were topless, back slightly arched, one hand squeezing your breast while the other worked between your legs. Your panties were pushed to the side, fingers glistening as they moved in and out of your soaked pussy. Your eyes were closed, lips parted, soft moans spilling out.
âShitâŚâ Ni-ki whispered under his breath.
He was hard instantly. Painfully hard.
His hand pressed against the front of his sweatpants, palming himself as he watched. He knew it was wrong. You were his roommate. His friend. But he couldnât look away.
He pulled his cock out, already leaking. He wrapped his hand around himself and started stroking slowly, matching the rhythm of your fingers. His eyes were glued to you â the way your breasts moved every time you breathed, how your thighs trembled, the wet sounds your fingers made.
He wanted so badly to push the door open.
He wanted to crawl onto your bed, replace your fingers with his tongue, then bury himself inside you until you were crying his name. He wanted to pin your wrists down and fuck you deep while telling you how long heâd been fantasizing about this.
But he stayed outside.
His hand moved faster on his cock, thumb brushing over the tip as he watched you get closer. Your moans were getting louder, breathier.
âRikiâŚâ you whimpered softly, not knowing he was right there.
Hearing his name from your lips almost made him cum on the spot.
âFuck, Y/NâŚâ he breathed silently, stroking himself harder. His free hand pressed against the doorframe for support.
You arched your back, fingers moving faster, chasing your high. Ni-kiâs eyes darkened as he watched your body tense, your thighs shaking.
You came hard â a broken moan escaping your lips as your hips bucked against your hand. Ni-ki bit his lip to stay quiet, stroking himself through his own orgasm. Thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist as he watched you ride out your pleasure, chest heaving, nipples hard.
For a moment, the only sounds were both of you breathing heavily.
Ni-ki quickly tucked himself back into his pants, heart pounding. He quietly backed away from your door before you could open your eyes. He went straight to his room, closing the door behind him, and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath.
He looked down at his hand â still messy with his own cum.
âFuckâŚâ he whispered, eyes dark.
He wanted more.
He wanted you.
And he wasnât sure how much longer he could stay outside that door.
The morning after felt surreal.
You woke up feeling strangely refreshed, even though you had gone to bed flushed and exhausted. You stretched in bed, still only wearing panties, and smiled a little at the memory of how hard you came last night. You had no idea Ni-ki had been standing right outside your door.
Meanwhile, Ni-ki barely slept.
He spent the entire night replaying everything in his head â the way your fingers moved inside you, how your breasts bounced when you arched your back, the soft moan of his name that left your lips. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it again. His cock stayed half-hard the whole night.
When you walked into the kitchen the next morning wearing one of his oversized hoodies (youâd stolen it weeks ago), Ni-ki froze while pouring cereal.
âMorning,â you said casually, rubbing your eyes as you reached for a glass.
âMorningâŚâ His voice came out rougher than usual. He couldnât stop staring at your bare thighs under the hem of his hoodie.
You didnât notice the intensity in his gaze. You just poured yourself some orange juice and sat at the counter, scrolling on your phone like any normal morning.
But for Ni-ki, nothing felt normal anymore.
He kept replaying the sounds you made. The way your legs shook. How wet you sounded. He had to adjust himself discreetly under the counter because he was getting hard again just from looking at you.
You stretched your arms above your head, the hoodie riding up and exposing more of your thighs. Ni-kiâs jaw clenched.
*Fuck.*
He wanted to drop to his knees right there, push the hoodie up, and bury his face between your legs. He wanted to taste you for real instead of just watching.
Instead, he stayed silent.
Later that afternoon, you went to take a shower. Ni-ki told himself he wouldnât do it again. He really tried.
But when he heard the water running, his feet moved on their own. He quietly walked to the bathroom door, which â just like last night â you hadnât closed completely.
Through the small gap, he could see the foggy mirror and the silhouette of your body behind the shower curtain. You were humming softly, completely unaware.
Ni-ki leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. His hand slipped into his sweatpants again. He stroked himself slowly as he watched your shadow move, remembering exactly how you looked last night â topless, legs spread, fingers deep inside yourself while moaning his name.
He came quietly in his hand, biting his lip hard to stay silent, eyes never leaving the bathroom door.
When you came out of the shower twenty minutes later wearing nothing but a towel, hair wet and skin glowing, Ni-ki was sitting on the couch pretending to watch TV.
You smiled at him innocently.
âWant to order food later?â you asked.
âYeah,â he replied, voice slightly strained. âSounds good.â
You had no idea that every time you walked past him, Ni-ki was fighting the urge to push you against the wall and finally touch what he had only watched.
And you had no idea how much longer he could hold himself back.
Over the past few days, something was clearly wrong with Ni-ki.
At first, you thought he was just tired from practice. But it quickly became obvious that it was more than that.
He walked strangely â stiff, almost limping sometimes, like every step hurt. When he did chores, he moved slower than usual. He dropped things. He avoided sitting too close to you on the couch. He barely looked you in the eyes.
Yesterday, you caught him staring at you while you were washing dishes. When you turned around, he looked away so fast it was suspicious. His cheeks were flushed.
âRiki, are you okay?â you asked that morning.
âIâm fine,â he muttered, voice rough, before disappearing into his room.
You brushed it off as him being in a mood.
But tonight, you came home late from work.
The apartment was dark except for the dim living room light. The moment you stepped inside, you dropped your bags.
Ni-ki was on the couch.
He was breathing heavily, almost panting, one hand gripping the cushion tightly while the other was pressed against his lap. His face was flushed red, sweat on his forehead, eyes half-closed. He looked like he was in pain.
âRiki!â You ran to him instantly, dropping to your knees in front of the couch. âWhatâs wrong?! Are you sick? Do you need water? Should I call someoneââ
He grabbed your wrist before you could stand up.
His grip was tight. Almost desperate.
His eyes finally met yours â dark, conflicted, and burning with something you couldnât name.
âI canât do this anymore,â he whispered, voice hoarse.
You froze.
âWhat⌠what do you mean?â
Ni-ki let out a shaky breath, still holding your wrist. His other hand trembled slightly as he ran it through his messy hair.
âI saw you,â he confessed quietly. âThat night⌠when you left your door open. I came home early. I heard you moaning⌠and I looked.â
Your heart stopped.
âI watched you,â he continued, eyes never leaving yours. âI watched you touch yourself. Topless. Legs spread. Moaning my name. And I⌠I couldnât stop watching.â
Your face burned with embarrassment, but you couldnât move.
âIâve been hard for days,â he admitted, voice cracking. âEvery time I close my eyes, I see you. I canât walk properly. I canât focus on anything. I tried to jerk off but itâs not enough anymore. I keep thinking about how wet you were⌠how pretty you soundedâŚâ
He swallowed hard, breathing ragged.
âI know I shouldnât have watched. I know itâs fucked up. But I canât stop wanting you. Iâve wanted you for months, Y/N. Not just as my roommate. As more.â
The silence was deafening.
Ni-kiâs hand was still holding your wrist, his thumb gently stroking your skin like he was afraid youâd run away.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âBut I canât pretend anymore. Every time you walk around in my hoodie⌠every time you smile at me⌠I lose my mind.â
He finally let go of your wrist, but his eyes stayed locked on yours â vulnerable, desperate, and full of lust.
âIâm losing control, Y/N.â
Ni-ki was shaking beneath you on the couch, eyes desperate and glassy.
âPleaseâŚâ he whispered, voice cracking. âIf you say no, itâs okay. Iâll go to my room. But if you can⌠please fuck me. I need you so bad.â
You looked at him for a long moment, heart racing, then leaned in.
âOnly on one condition.â
âAnything,â he breathed.
You stood up and took his hand, pulling him toward the hallway.
âWe do it in front of the mirror. And you keep your eyes on me the entire time. No hiding.â
Ni-kiâs breath hitched. He nodded quickly.
The full-length body mirror in the hallway reflected both of you as you pushed him against the wall. You pulled his shirt off, then your own, pressing your bare chest against his. His hands immediately went to your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples before pinching them gently, then harder.
You dropped to your knees and pulled his sweatpants down. His cock sprang out, painfully hard and leaking. You took him into your mouth without warning, sucking him deep until he hit the back of your throat.
âFuckâ!â Ni-ki groaned, hand gently gripping your hair. âSo good⌠your throat feels so tight.â
You let him fuck your mouth, gagging softly as he pushed deeper. Tears pricked your eyes but you kept eye contact through the mirror beside you. He watched the reflection of his cock disappearing between your lips with dark fascination.
After a few minutes, he pulled you up and spun you around, pressing your front against the cool mirror.
âLook at yourself,â he growled in your ear.
He dropped to his knees behind you, spread your legs, and buried his face in your pussy. His tongue was aggressive â licking long stripes, sucking your clit hard, then pushing inside you. The wet, filthy sounds echoed in the hallway as he ate you out like a man starved. You moaned loudly, forehead pressed against the mirror, watching your own face contort in pleasure.
He made you cum twice with his tongue before standing up.
He wrapped one hand around your throat from behind, not squeezing too hard but enough to make your head spin, and thrust into you in one deep stroke.
âFuckâ so wet,â he groaned, eyes locked with yours in the mirror.
He started fucking you hard. Rough, deep thrusts that made your breasts bounce against the glass. His hand stayed around your throat while the other played with your nipples â pinching, rolling, tugging until you were whimpering.
âLook at me,â he demanded, eyes never leaving yours in the reflection. âWatch how pretty you look getting fucked by your roommate.â
The sex was intense and unrelenting.
He fucked you against the mirror for a long time, then turned you around, lifted one of your legs, and entered you again. He choked you lightly while kissing you messily, biting your bottom lip. Then he pulled out, made you drop to your knees again, and fucked your throat while staring down at you.
After that, he carried you to the couch and fucked you in missionary, eyes locked the entire time. He ate you out again between rounds, licking his own cum out of you before sliding back inside.
The night blurred into hours of rough, passionate sex.
He fucked you on the floor, against the wall, bent over the kitchen counter. He spanked you, choked you, sucked on your nipples until they were swollen and sensitive. Every time you got loud, heâd shove his fingers into your mouth or cover it with his palm.
Around 4 AM, after countless rounds, he had you on your back on the couch again, legs over his shoulders, fucking you deep and slow.
âIâm close again,â he panted, eyes still locked on yours.
You came together one final time, bodies trembling. He spilled deep inside you with a broken moan.
When it was finally over, Ni-ki collapsed on top of you, both of you sweaty and exhausted. He buried his face in your neck, breathing hard.
After a long silence, he whispered softly against your skin:
âThank youâŚâ
His voice was hoarse and vulnerable.
âThank you for letting me have you. Iâve wanted this for so long⌠I didnât think youâd actually say yes.â
He kissed your neck gently, then your jaw, then your lips â much softer than how he fucked you all night.
âIâm yours now,â he murmured. âIf youâll have me.â
You smiled tiredly and ran your fingers through his damp hair.
He stayed inside you for a while longer, holding you close as the first light of morning started to creep through the windows.
đ§đ¨đđ: Intense roommate smut with voyeurism, mirror sex, and desperate Ni-ki. Read at your own risk.
đŹđ¨đ§đ : Friends by Chase Atlantics
You and Ni-ki had been roommates for almost a year. It started as a convenient arrangement â cheap rent, good location, and he was surprisingly clean for a guy. But somewhere along the way, the tension became impossible to ignore. The way he looked at you when you walked around in shorts, the way youâd catch him staring at your lips when you spoke. Neither of you ever crossed the line.
Until tonight.
The dorm was quiet. Ni-ki was supposed to be at practice until late, so you thought you had the place to yourself. The ache between your legs had been growing all day â a deep, needy throb that your fingers alone couldnât satisfy anymore. You needed release.
You left your bedroom door slightly ajar, too impatient to close it fully. You pulled your top off, letting it drop to the floor, your breasts exposed to the cool air. Lying back on your bed in just your panties, you spread your legs and slid your hand down.
A soft sigh escaped your lips as your fingers found your clit. You were already soaked. You circled slowly at first, then faster, dipping two fingers inside yourself with a quiet moan.
âMm⌠fuckâŚâ
On the other side of the door, Ni-ki had just gotten home early.
He froze in the hallway when he heard it â your soft, breathy moan. His hand tightened on the strap of his practice bag. He knew he should walk away. He knew he should go to his room and pretend he heard nothing.
But he couldnât.
He quietly set his bag down and moved closer to your door. The gap was just wide enough. His breath hitched when he saw you.
You were topless, back slightly arched, one hand squeezing your breast while the other worked between your legs. Your panties were pushed to the side, fingers glistening as they moved in and out of your soaked pussy. Your eyes were closed, lips parted, soft moans spilling out.
âShitâŚâ Ni-ki whispered under his breath.
He was hard instantly. Painfully hard.
His hand pressed against the front of his sweatpants, palming himself as he watched. He knew it was wrong. You were his roommate. His friend. But he couldnât look away.
He pulled his cock out, already leaking. He wrapped his hand around himself and started stroking slowly, matching the rhythm of your fingers. His eyes were glued to you â the way your breasts moved every time you breathed, how your thighs trembled, the wet sounds your fingers made.
He wanted so badly to push the door open.
He wanted to crawl onto your bed, replace your fingers with his tongue, then bury himself inside you until you were crying his name. He wanted to pin your wrists down and fuck you deep while telling you how long heâd been fantasizing about this.
But he stayed outside.
His hand moved faster on his cock, thumb brushing over the tip as he watched you get closer. Your moans were getting louder, breathier.
âRikiâŚâ you whimpered softly, not knowing he was right there.
Hearing his name from your lips almost made him cum on the spot.
âFuck, Y/NâŚâ he breathed silently, stroking himself harder. His free hand pressed against the doorframe for support.
You arched your back, fingers moving faster, chasing your high. Ni-kiâs eyes darkened as he watched your body tense, your thighs shaking.
You came hard â a broken moan escaping your lips as your hips bucked against your hand. Ni-ki bit his lip to stay quiet, stroking himself through his own orgasm. Thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist as he watched you ride out your pleasure, chest heaving, nipples hard.
For a moment, the only sounds were both of you breathing heavily.
Ni-ki quickly tucked himself back into his pants, heart pounding. He quietly backed away from your door before you could open your eyes. He went straight to his room, closing the door behind him, and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath.
He looked down at his hand â still messy with his own cum.
âFuckâŚâ he whispered, eyes dark.
He wanted more.
He wanted you.
And he wasnât sure how much longer he could stay outside that door.
The morning after felt surreal.
You woke up feeling strangely refreshed, even though you had gone to bed flushed and exhausted. You stretched in bed, still only wearing panties, and smiled a little at the memory of how hard you came last night. You had no idea Ni-ki had been standing right outside your door.
Meanwhile, Ni-ki barely slept.
He spent the entire night replaying everything in his head â the way your fingers moved inside you, how your breasts bounced when you arched your back, the soft moan of his name that left your lips. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it again. His cock stayed half-hard the whole night.
When you walked into the kitchen the next morning wearing one of his oversized hoodies (youâd stolen it weeks ago), Ni-ki froze while pouring cereal.
âMorning,â you said casually, rubbing your eyes as you reached for a glass.
âMorningâŚâ His voice came out rougher than usual. He couldnât stop staring at your bare thighs under the hem of his hoodie.
You didnât notice the intensity in his gaze. You just poured yourself some orange juice and sat at the counter, scrolling on your phone like any normal morning.
But for Ni-ki, nothing felt normal anymore.
He kept replaying the sounds you made. The way your legs shook. How wet you sounded. He had to adjust himself discreetly under the counter because he was getting hard again just from looking at you.
You stretched your arms above your head, the hoodie riding up and exposing more of your thighs. Ni-kiâs jaw clenched.
*Fuck.*
He wanted to drop to his knees right there, push the hoodie up, and bury his face between your legs. He wanted to taste you for real instead of just watching.
Instead, he stayed silent.
Later that afternoon, you went to take a shower. Ni-ki told himself he wouldnât do it again. He really tried.
But when he heard the water running, his feet moved on their own. He quietly walked to the bathroom door, which â just like last night â you hadnât closed completely.
Through the small gap, he could see the foggy mirror and the silhouette of your body behind the shower curtain. You were humming softly, completely unaware.
Ni-ki leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. His hand slipped into his sweatpants again. He stroked himself slowly as he watched your shadow move, remembering exactly how you looked last night â topless, legs spread, fingers deep inside yourself while moaning his name.
He came quietly in his hand, biting his lip hard to stay silent, eyes never leaving the bathroom door.
When you came out of the shower twenty minutes later wearing nothing but a towel, hair wet and skin glowing, Ni-ki was sitting on the couch pretending to watch TV.
You smiled at him innocently.
âWant to order food later?â you asked.
âYeah,â he replied, voice slightly strained. âSounds good.â
You had no idea that every time you walked past him, Ni-ki was fighting the urge to push you against the wall and finally touch what he had only watched.
And you had no idea how much longer he could hold himself back.
Over the past few days, something was clearly wrong with Ni-ki.
At first, you thought he was just tired from practice. But it quickly became obvious that it was more than that.
He walked strangely â stiff, almost limping sometimes, like every step hurt. When he did chores, he moved slower than usual. He dropped things. He avoided sitting too close to you on the couch. He barely looked you in the eyes.
Yesterday, you caught him staring at you while you were washing dishes. When you turned around, he looked away so fast it was suspicious. His cheeks were flushed.
âRiki, are you okay?â you asked that morning.
âIâm fine,â he muttered, voice rough, before disappearing into his room.
You brushed it off as him being in a mood.
But tonight, you came home late from work.
The apartment was dark except for the dim living room light. The moment you stepped inside, you dropped your bags.
Ni-ki was on the couch.
He was breathing heavily, almost panting, one hand gripping the cushion tightly while the other was pressed against his lap. His face was flushed red, sweat on his forehead, eyes half-closed. He looked like he was in pain.
âRiki!â You ran to him instantly, dropping to your knees in front of the couch. âWhatâs wrong?! Are you sick? Do you need water? Should I call someoneââ
He grabbed your wrist before you could stand up.
His grip was tight. Almost desperate.
His eyes finally met yours â dark, conflicted, and burning with something you couldnât name.
âI canât do this anymore,â he whispered, voice hoarse.
You froze.
âWhat⌠what do you mean?â
Ni-ki let out a shaky breath, still holding your wrist. His other hand trembled slightly as he ran it through his messy hair.
âI saw you,â he confessed quietly. âThat night⌠when you left your door open. I came home early. I heard you moaning⌠and I looked.â
Your heart stopped.
âI watched you,â he continued, eyes never leaving yours. âI watched you touch yourself. Topless. Legs spread. Moaning my name. And I⌠I couldnât stop watching.â
Your face burned with embarrassment, but you couldnât move.
âIâve been hard for days,â he admitted, voice cracking. âEvery time I close my eyes, I see you. I canât walk properly. I canât focus on anything. I tried to jerk off but itâs not enough anymore. I keep thinking about how wet you were⌠how pretty you soundedâŚâ
He swallowed hard, breathing ragged.
âI know I shouldnât have watched. I know itâs fucked up. But I canât stop wanting you. Iâve wanted you for months, Y/N. Not just as my roommate. As more.â
The silence was deafening.
Ni-kiâs hand was still holding your wrist, his thumb gently stroking your skin like he was afraid youâd run away.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âBut I canât pretend anymore. Every time you walk around in my hoodie⌠every time you smile at me⌠I lose my mind.â
He finally let go of your wrist, but his eyes stayed locked on yours â vulnerable, desperate, and full of lust.
âIâm losing control, Y/N.â
Ni-ki was shaking beneath you on the couch, eyes desperate and glassy.
âPleaseâŚâ he whispered, voice cracking. âIf you say no, itâs okay. Iâll go to my room. But if you can⌠please fuck me. I need you so bad.â
You looked at him for a long moment, heart racing, then leaned in.
âOnly on one condition.â
âAnything,â he breathed.
You stood up and took his hand, pulling him toward the hallway.
âWe do it in front of the mirror. And you keep your eyes on me the entire time. No hiding.â
Ni-kiâs breath hitched. He nodded quickly.
The full-length body mirror in the hallway reflected both of you as you pushed him against the wall. You pulled his shirt off, then your own, pressing your bare chest against his. His hands immediately went to your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples before pinching them gently, then harder.
You dropped to your knees and pulled his sweatpants down. His cock sprang out, painfully hard and leaking. You took him into your mouth without warning, sucking him deep until he hit the back of your throat.
âFuckâ!â Ni-ki groaned, hand gently gripping your hair. âSo good⌠your throat feels so tight.â
You let him fuck your mouth, gagging softly as he pushed deeper. Tears pricked your eyes but you kept eye contact through the mirror beside you. He watched the reflection of his cock disappearing between your lips with dark fascination.
After a few minutes, he pulled you up and spun you around, pressing your front against the cool mirror.
âLook at yourself,â he growled in your ear.
He dropped to his knees behind you, spread your legs, and buried his face in your pussy. His tongue was aggressive â licking long stripes, sucking your clit hard, then pushing inside you. The wet, filthy sounds echoed in the hallway as he ate you out like a man starved. You moaned loudly, forehead pressed against the mirror, watching your own face contort in pleasure.
He made you cum twice with his tongue before standing up.
He wrapped one hand around your throat from behind, not squeezing too hard but enough to make your head spin, and thrust into you in one deep stroke.
âFuckâ so wet,â he groaned, eyes locked with yours in the mirror.
He started fucking you hard. Rough, deep thrusts that made your breasts bounce against the glass. His hand stayed around your throat while the other played with your nipples â pinching, rolling, tugging until you were whimpering.
âLook at me,â he demanded, eyes never leaving yours in the reflection. âWatch how pretty you look getting fucked by your roommate.â
The sex was intense and unrelenting.
He fucked you against the mirror for a long time, then turned you around, lifted one of your legs, and entered you again. He choked you lightly while kissing you messily, biting your bottom lip. Then he pulled out, made you drop to your knees again, and fucked your throat while staring down at you.
After that, he carried you to the couch and fucked you in missionary, eyes locked the entire time. He ate you out again between rounds, licking his own cum out of you before sliding back inside.
The night blurred into hours of rough, passionate sex.
He fucked you on the floor, against the wall, bent over the kitchen counter. He spanked you, choked you, sucked on your nipples until they were swollen and sensitive. Every time you got loud, heâd shove his fingers into your mouth or cover it with his palm.
Around 4 AM, after countless rounds, he had you on your back on the couch again, legs over his shoulders, fucking you deep and slow.
âIâm close again,â he panted, eyes still locked on yours.
You came together one final time, bodies trembling. He spilled deep inside you with a broken moan.
When it was finally over, Ni-ki collapsed on top of you, both of you sweaty and exhausted. He buried his face in your neck, breathing hard.
After a long silence, he whispered softly against your skin:
âThank youâŚâ
His voice was hoarse and vulnerable.
âThank you for letting me have you. Iâve wanted this for so long⌠I didnât think youâd actually say yes.â
He kissed your neck gently, then your jaw, then your lips â much softer than how he fucked you all night.
âIâm yours now,â he murmured. âIf youâll have me.â
You smiled tiredly and ran your fingers through his damp hair.
He stayed inside you for a while longer, holding you close as the first light of morning started to creep through the windows.
You and Heeseung had existed in the same orbit for almost two years without ever colliding properly. He was the effortlessly cool third-year who moved through campus like he owned every room he enteredâsharp jawline, dark hair that fell into his eyes just right, and a lazy smirk that made half the population weak. You knew his reputation. Everyone did. Heeseung didnât chase; people came to him. His body count hovered somewhere between ten and twelve depending on who you asked, and he never stayed with anyone long enough for rumors to turn into relationships.
You were quieter. Second-year, decent grades, a small circle of friends, and a carefully guarded secret: you had zero experience. Not from lack of interest. Your teenage years had been wildly unsupervisedâparents working overseas, a phone with no restrictions, and an endless supply of curiosity and hormones. Youâd watched everything, read everything, touched yourself to every fantasy imaginable. You knew exactly what you liked. You just had never done any of it with another person.
The night everything changed started at Jakeâs birthday party off-campus. The house was packed, music thumping, red solo cups everywhere. You had come with Chaewon and Karina, telling yourself youâd only stay for two hours. Heeseung was already there when you arrived, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in hand, surrounded by people laughing at whatever he was saying.
Your eyes met across the room. He held your gaze a second longer than necessary, then tilted his head like he was trying to place you. You looked away first, heart beating too fast.
An hour later, after a few drinks loosened your nerves, you found yourself in the same circle as him. Someone suggested truth or dare. When the bottle landed on you and then on him, the dare was simple: âSeven minutes in heaven.â
Heeseung raised an eyebrow, that signature smirk appearing. âYou okay with that?â
You nodded.
The closet was small and dark. The second the door clicked shut, the tension exploded. Heeseung stepped close, hand finding your waist.
âCan I kiss you?â
âYes.â
The kiss started slow, then turned hungry. You matched every moveâtongue, teeth, the way you tugged his hair. He groaned into your mouth, pressing you against the wall. By the time the seven minutes were up, you were both flushed and breathless.
An hour later he found you again.
âCome home with me?â
You said yes.
His apartment was quiet and clean. The moment the door closed, he was on you. Clothes came off in a heated rush until you were both bare on his bed. Heeseung hovered over you, eyes raking down your body with clear hunger.
âFuck, youâre beautiful.â
He kissed down your neck, your chest, spending time on your breasts before moving lower. When he settled between your thighs and spread you open with his hands, he paused.
âLook at this pretty pussyâŚâ He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly through your folds. Then again, slower. A surprised, pleased sound escaped him. âYou taste like strawberries⌠how the hell do you taste this sweet?â
You shivered at the first real touch of his tongue. Heeseung didnât rush. He started slow and thorough, licking broad stripes from your entrance to your clit, savoring every drop like he was addicted. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he buried his face deeper.
âOh my godââ you moaned, back arching.
He hummed against you, the vibration making your toes curl. âI could survive off this alone,â he murmured, voice muffled. âBest thing Iâve ever tasted.â
He ate you out like he had all night. Long, sensual licks followed by focused sucking on your clit. Two fingers pushed inside you, curling slowly while his mouth worked. You were soaking his chin, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Your hips bucked, and you scratched down his back hard, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling.
Heeseung groaned loudly against your pussy. âFuck⌠you do this so good. The way you pull my hair, scratch my back⌠compared to the other people Iâve fucked, you actually make me pleased instead of it hurting. Youâre perfect.â
The praise made you clench around his fingers. He doubled down, sucking harder on your clit, fucking you deeper with his fingers. You came the first time with a sharp cry, thighs shaking around his head. But he didnât stop.
He kept goingârelentless, hungry. Your second orgasm built fast. You tried to close your thighs, oversensitive and trembling, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
âHeeseungâwait, itâs too muchââ
He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the bed beside your hips without lifting his mouth. His tongue flicked faster.
âI donât like my meals being interrupted,â he growled against your soaked folds, voice dark and possessive. âAnd my mom told me to always finish my meals. So I donât care if youâre shaking or crying or begging me to stop. Iâm not done with you yet.â
You moaned loudly at his words, the mix of overstimulation and dominance pushing you higher. He ate you through your second orgasm, then kept licking gently, coaxing a third smaller one out of you until you were a trembling, teary mess, whimpering his name like a prayer.
Only then did he finally pull back, lips and chin shiny with your arousal. He looked completely wrecked with lust, eyes dark as he crawled up your body.
âYou really are my first time?â he asked, still sounding disbelieving. âThe way you taste, the way you move, how fucking good you are at this⌠Iâve never had anyone like you.â
âItâs my first time,â you whispered, voice hoarse.
He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. âThen Iâm really fucking lucky.â
He rolled on a condom and pushed into you slowly. The stretch was intense after the long oral session, but you were so wet and relaxed that he slid in easily. Heeseung groaned deeply when he bottomed out.
âFuck⌠so tight. So warm.â
He fucked you slow and deep at first, then harder, hips snapping as you both chased pleasure. You came again around him, scratching down his back. He followed right after with a low moan of your name.
Afterward, he pulled you into his chest, both of you sweaty and breathing hard.
âI meant what I said,â he murmured, kissing your temple. âYouâre the best Iâve ever had. And it was your first time? Insane.â
You smiled shyly against his skin. âGuess all those unsupervised teenage years paid off.â
You and Heeseung had existed in the same orbit for almost two years without ever colliding properly. He was the effortlessly cool third-year who moved through campus like he owned every room he enteredâsharp jawline, dark hair that fell into his eyes just right, and a lazy smirk that made half the population weak. You knew his reputation. Everyone did. Heeseung didnât chase; people came to him. His body count hovered somewhere between ten and twelve depending on who you asked, and he never stayed with anyone long enough for rumors to turn into relationships.
You were quieter. Second-year, decent grades, a small circle of friends, and a carefully guarded secret: you had zero experience. Not from lack of interest. Your teenage years had been wildly unsupervisedâparents working overseas, a phone with no restrictions, and an endless supply of curiosity and hormones. Youâd watched everything, read everything, touched yourself to every fantasy imaginable. You knew exactly what you liked. You just had never done any of it with another person.
The night everything changed started at Jakeâs birthday party off-campus. The house was packed, music thumping, red solo cups everywhere. You had come with Chaewon and Karina, telling yourself youâd only stay for two hours. Heeseung was already there when you arrived, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in hand, surrounded by people laughing at whatever he was saying.
Your eyes met across the room. He held your gaze a second longer than necessary, then tilted his head like he was trying to place you. You looked away first, heart beating too fast.
An hour later, after a few drinks loosened your nerves, you found yourself in the same circle as him. Someone suggested truth or dare. When the bottle landed on you and then on him, the dare was simple: âSeven minutes in heaven.â
Heeseung raised an eyebrow, that signature smirk appearing. âYou okay with that?â
You nodded.
The closet was small and dark. The second the door clicked shut, the tension exploded. Heeseung stepped close, hand finding your waist.
âCan I kiss you?â
âYes.â
The kiss started slow, then turned hungry. You matched every moveâtongue, teeth, the way you tugged his hair. He groaned into your mouth, pressing you against the wall. By the time the seven minutes were up, you were both flushed and breathless.
An hour later he found you again.
âCome home with me?â
You said yes.
His apartment was quiet and clean. The moment the door closed, he was on you. Clothes came off in a heated rush until you were both bare on his bed. Heeseung hovered over you, eyes raking down your body with clear hunger.
âFuck, youâre beautiful.â
He kissed down your neck, your chest, spending time on your breasts before moving lower. When he settled between your thighs and spread you open with his hands, he paused.
âLook at this pretty pussyâŚâ He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly through your folds. Then again, slower. A surprised, pleased sound escaped him. âYou taste like strawberries⌠how the hell do you taste this sweet?â
You shivered at the first real touch of his tongue. Heeseung didnât rush. He started slow and thorough, licking broad stripes from your entrance to your clit, savoring every drop like he was addicted. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he buried his face deeper.
âOh my godââ you moaned, back arching.
He hummed against you, the vibration making your toes curl. âI could survive off this alone,â he murmured, voice muffled. âBest thing Iâve ever tasted.â
He ate you out like he had all night. Long, sensual licks followed by focused sucking on your clit. Two fingers pushed inside you, curling slowly while his mouth worked. You were soaking his chin, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Your hips bucked, and you scratched down his back hard, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling.
Heeseung groaned loudly against your pussy. âFuck⌠you do this so good. The way you pull my hair, scratch my back⌠compared to the other people Iâve fucked, you actually make me pleased instead of it hurting. Youâre perfect.â
The praise made you clench around his fingers. He doubled down, sucking harder on your clit, fucking you deeper with his fingers. You came the first time with a sharp cry, thighs shaking around his head. But he didnât stop.
He kept goingârelentless, hungry. Your second orgasm built fast. You tried to close your thighs, oversensitive and trembling, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
âHeeseungâwait, itâs too muchââ
He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the bed beside your hips without lifting his mouth. His tongue flicked faster.
âI donât like my meals being interrupted,â he growled against your soaked folds, voice dark and possessive. âAnd my mom told me to always finish my meals. So I donât care if youâre shaking or crying or begging me to stop. Iâm not done with you yet.â
You moaned loudly at his words, the mix of overstimulation and dominance pushing you higher. He ate you through your second orgasm, then kept licking gently, coaxing a third smaller one out of you until you were a trembling, teary mess, whimpering his name like a prayer.
Only then did he finally pull back, lips and chin shiny with your arousal. He looked completely wrecked with lust, eyes dark as he crawled up your body.
âYou really are my first time?â he asked, still sounding disbelieving. âThe way you taste, the way you move, how fucking good you are at this⌠Iâve never had anyone like you.â
âItâs my first time,â you whispered, voice hoarse.
He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. âThen Iâm really fucking lucky.â
He rolled on a condom and pushed into you slowly. The stretch was intense after the long oral session, but you were so wet and relaxed that he slid in easily. Heeseung groaned deeply when he bottomed out.
âFuck⌠so tight. So warm.â
He fucked you slow and deep at first, then harder, hips snapping as you both chased pleasure. You came again around him, scratching down his back. He followed right after with a low moan of your name.
Afterward, he pulled you into his chest, both of you sweaty and breathing hard.
âI meant what I said,â he murmured, kissing your temple. âYouâre the best Iâve ever had. And it was your first time? Insane.â
You smiled shyly against his skin. âGuess all those unsupervised teenage years paid off.â
đ đđđâŚë°ěąí ︾ spring break always gets chaotic after midnight, so why not have a one night stand with a stranger?
content advisory: collegestudent!reader x ceo!sunghoon , hoon is older and rich , alcohol consumption , drunk sex (unprotected) , oral (m) , oral on the balcony lol , rough hoon , sub reader , dirty talk , praise!kink , biting , ass slapping , doggy , cowgirl , multiple orgasms , creampie , aftercare , mdni. 5872%
lena speaks: plot has been in my mind for everr, enjoy your spring break lovies and support heeseung always <3 ,
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The train screeched as it slowed, the sharp whistle cutting through the air before it finally came to a complete stop at Jeongdongjin. The sudden stillness made everyone shift in their seats, and within seconds the quiet carriage filled with movement. People stood, reaching up to grab their bags from the overhead racks, bumping shoulders and squeezing past one another as they hurried toward the exit. The narrow aisle quickly became crowded with travelers eager to get off after the long ride.
You and your group of friends stood shortly after, pulling down your bags and dragging your suitcases into the slow-moving line. The wheels scraped against the floor as you rolled them forward, the sound blending with the chatter of passengers and the shuffle of footsteps. When it was finally your turn, you stepped down from the train platform first, the cool coastal breeze immediately brushing against your skin.
You turned just in time to see Sunoo hop off behind you with an excited grin, stretching his arms as if the air itself was different here. Ningning stepped down next, her pink cowboy hat sitting proudly on her headâthe same one she had impulsively bought the day before the trip. She had insisted it was âessential for spring break energy,â and now she wore it like a badge of honor. Keeho was the last one to step off the train, dragging his suitcase behind him with a tired sigh. He had spent nearly the entire two hour ride complaining about how much he hated trains and how renting a car wouldâve been easier. But in his defense, he probably wasnât wrong.
Finding a taxi, however, turned out to be harder than expected. A few cars passed by the station entrance, but every driver seemed to completely ignore Keeho, who stood near the curb waving his arm dramatically at each one. The more he tried, the more ridiculous it looked. It wasnât until Ningning casually stepped forward that things finally changed. With one quick wave and a bright smile, a taxi slowed down almost instantly and pulled up beside the curb. Keeho stared at the car for a moment before scoffing under his breath.
The ride to the resort ended up being cramped, the three of you practically squeezed together in the back while the warm air lingered inside the vehicle. Keeho continued his complaints about how hot it was, dramatically fanning himself with his phone. Meanwhile, Ningning had somehow charmed the driver within seconds of getting in. He had even offered her the front seat without hesitation, and she happily accepted, the cool blast of air conditioning hitting her face while the rest of you sat packed together in the back.
After circling around a small roundabout lined with palm trees and coastal flowers, the taxi finally pulled up to the curb in front of the resort entrance. The driver stepped out to help with the luggage, pulling suitcases from the trunk while everyone stretched their legs after the ride. One by one, you each grabbed your bags. You bowed politely, thanking him for the ride before straightening up and finally letting your eyes wander toward the view ahead. The ocean stretched out in front of the resort, shimmering under the sunlight as waves rolled toward the shore. The salty scent of the sea lingered in the air, carried gently by the breeze. âMm⌠you can smell the salt in the air,â you said quietly, taking a slow breath and letting the fresh scent fill your lungs.
Sunoo stepped beside you, squinting slightly as he looked up toward the bright sky. âSmells like spring break,â he said with a satisfied smile, clearly proud of the trip he had planned. Ningning walked back toward the group just as the taxi pulled away from the curb. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, adjusting the pink cowboy hat with an amused grin. âThe idiot only charged me fourteen thousand won for the ride,â she snickered. Keeho laughed under his breath, shaking his head. âIf prices drop every time youâre around, I should probably just follow you everywhere.â The four of you shared a quick laugh before continuing forward, rolling your suitcases along the wide stone pathway leading deeper into the resort.
Nothing, however, could have prepared any of you for the massive cruise ship sitting at the top of the steep cliff ahead. The structure towered over the coastline, its white exterior shining under the sunlight as if it had been placed there purely for dramatic effect. Sure, you had all seen photos of it online when Sunoo first suggested the tripâbut seeing it in person was something completely different. You slowed your steps, staring at the scenery unfolding in front of you. It had been a while since you had taken a proper vacation like this, away from lectures, assignments, and the stress of college life. You were genuinely glad you had decided to come.
âHow did they even get that boat up there?â Ningning suddenly asked, her voice pulling you out of your thoughts. There was always that sayingâthat even the most beautiful people had at least one flaw. For Ningning, unfortunately, that flaw was common sense. Sunoo barely glanced at her, his eyes still focused on the view in front of him. âItâs a cruise ship, you idiot,â he said flatly.
Ningning furrowed her brows, squinting up at the structure again like she was genuinely trying to figure it out before shrugging and continuing to walk. Keeho immediately launched into a rambling speech about how this was already the best spring break vacation he had ever been on, praising everything from the view to the weather. Sunoo happily accepted every compliment thrown his way, clearly proud of himself for planning the trip in the first place.
The sound of your suitcases rolled steadily along the concrete before shifting onto the smoother stone path that curved through the resort grounds. Your gaze wandered across the people walking nearby, noticing how many of them looked around your age. Groups of college students laughed as they carried beach bags and cameras, likely here for the same reason you were, to escape the stress of midterms and responsibilities, even if just for a few days.
You silently hoped this long weekend would turn out to be worth it.
The next day, the sun came up bright and early. It peaked through the glass windows, a friendly reminder that the day had just begun. Your group of four roamed the clean halls, talking over each other about what plans they had for the day. About the club that the resort had opened for spring breakers. Entering the large lobby, you did a turn into the cafeteria, where the staff behind the counter were already busy. It smelled of fresh fruits, vegetables, and the freshly squeezed orange juice an employee was prepping in the back. On the menu, it read a special: "Shipâs Spring Break Special: Korean Street Toast."
One by one, you each grabbed a tray and filled it up until nothing else could fit. You looked around for a place to sit, preferably by the window to look at the amazing view. Sunoo started talking about his midterms, hoping he didn't fail, but admitting he hadn't tried hard enough to be sure. "If the teacher has a bit of sympathy, she'll pass me," he said, taking a spoonful of his seaweed soup. Keeho looked over at him, shaking his head. "Cross your fingers. She looks like she takes everything way too seriously," he replied. Ningning then chimed in about her own midterm, explaining how easy it had felt.
But soon, you got sick of it. You came on this vacation to forget about schoolâto leave the stress of tests back in Seoul. You brought your cup of orange juice down to the table with a small thud, grabbing the attention of the others. "So, what are we doing today?" you asked. Ningning took a bite of her bread, holding up her index finger until she finally swallowed. "As much as the pool here is beautiful, I wanna go to their private beach," she said, sipping on the mimosa sheâd excitedly grabbed earlier. Sunoo nodded. "The UV is at five. Itâs perfect for tanning." They both smiled, happy they were on the same page. "I'm fine with the beach," Keeho agreed. After a few more bites, the group finally headed down.
It was a small hike, but worth it. The ocean built up strong waves, creating a dramatic roar as it swept up onto the tan sand. The water was a perfect blue, mixing with the sky as the sun beamed high. You and Ningning found chaise lounge chairs with privacy curtains. You tossed your bag down and folded the curtains back so the sun could hit the chairs directly. You began with the sunscreen, rubbing it all over your body until it covered every hidden spot. You lay down then, sliding on your sunglasses and letting the beams toast your skin. Ningning hummed a joyful tune, watching as Sunoo and Keeho played in the water like little kids. She looked over at you, letting out a small chuckle. Her thigh brushing against yours as she sighed into the breeze. "It feels nice, doesn't it?" she asked, sliding her body further down the lounge chair to maximize the exposure. "Doing something different other than staring at a laptop, making coffees until my skin reeks of espresso, and best of allânot dealing with any boys." She dragged out the word boys with a playful, bitter edge.
You chuckled, tilting your head towards her without opening your eyes. You knew her cycle too well. "Has Soobin called you yet?" The silence that followed was your answer. She let out a long, jagged sigh. "No. But he said he would. You heard him, right? Standing by the taxi? He promised heâd call to ask how the trip was." You slid your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose, peering at her. She looked pathetic in the most beautiful wayâworried, annoyed, and still holding hope for a guy who was probably already on top of another girl. "Ning, I have no idea why you still let him breathe your air," you spoke plainly, your voice dropping to a grounded, blunt tone. "He clearly doesnât want to settle down. He looks for you for one thing, and once he gets it, he ghosts until heâs hungry again. Don't settle for a dirtbag just because he has a pretty face.â
She groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes to shield them from the glare. "I know, I know. Itâs just... the habit. I don't know how to move on when my body still remembers him." A wicked thought sparked in your mind. You sat up abruptly, the movement causing your bikini top to shift, and you smirked, pulling your sunglasses off completely. "Jesus, Ning. You don't need a phone call. You need sex."
Ningningâs jaw dropped, a hysterical giggle bubbling out of her as she covered her face. "A one-night stand? Seriously? How would that even work here? Everyone is a stranger." "That is exactly the point!" you scoffed, leaning closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Weâre on spring break. Itâs the international holiday for bad decisions. You find someone tonight, you flirt and touch for a few hours, and then you never see them again. No feelings, no 'where is this going' texts. Just pure, mindless friction."
Ningningâs eyes began to wander, her gaze drifting over the other vacationers until they suddenly snagged on something. Her expression shifted from skeptical to predatory. "Think I might be looking at my meal for later," she whispered, her voice low. You turned your head, and the air left your lungs. Three men were playing football in the shallow surf, their bodies carved out of granite and glistening with saltwater. One in particular, the one in the center, was a total eclipse of the sun. He was big, his pale skin glowing against the black of his trunks. Every time he moved to catch the ball, the muscles in his back and biceps flexed in a way that felt like a personal insult to your self-control. He wore a black hat backward, and his trunks sat dangerously low on his hips, revealing a deep, sharp V-line that disappeared into the water. You felt a sudden, thrumming ache between your thighs, a sharp heat that made you instinctively cross your legs and bite your index finger.
"God, please let them be at the club tonight," you whispered, the words coming out. "Iâd let him touch me for hours." You and Ningning burst into a fit of breathless, dirty laughter just as Keeho and Sunoo walked up from the water, dripping wet. "What's so funny?" Keeho asked, flopping down onto the sand near your feet and shaking his head like a dog, spraying you with cold droplets. "Just talking about our plans for the evening," you giggled, eyes still darting back to the man in the water. "Hey, if one of us disappears tonight, don't call the police. Just assume we're being well taken care of."
Sunoo leaned against the end of Ningning's chair, running a hand through his damp hair. "The sudden change in attitude? Youâd never say something that scandalous back home. You're usually the 'let's stay in and watch a movie' girl." You shrugged as you took a slow sip of your drink. "Itâs spring break, Sunoo. What happens on break stays here. My morals are officially on vacation." "Should I be worried for my safety?" Keeho snickered, standing up and grabbing your hand with a firm tug. "You guys are acting weird. Come on, get your asses in the water before you melt."
Keeho didn't give you a choice, his grip firm and playful as he hauled you toward the shoreline. The first hit of the water was sharp against your ankles, sending a jolt straight up your spine that made you shriek with a mix of adrenaline and pure joy. You fumbled with your sunglasses, tossing them blindly toward the sand before diving deeper. Sunoo and Ningning were right on your heels, their laughter cutting through the heavy roar of the tide. The water felt like a second skin as it swirled around your waist, tugging at the ties of your bikini. But as you wiped the spray from your eyes and turned your head, the breath hitched in your throat.
He was closer now. The game of football had drifted, or perhaps he had steered it, until he was only a few yards away. Up close, the view was devastating. He was an absolute mountain of a manâchest broad enough to block out the sun and shoulders that looked like they were carved from marble. Every time a wave hit him, the water broke against his skin. Your eyes locked, and the world around you blurred. The sound of Keeho splashing and Ningningâs high-pitched giggling faded into a dull hum, replaced by the humming of your own pulse in your ears. He didn't look away. Instead, he let his gaze drop, slowly and carefully tracing the curve of your body beneath the water before bringing his dark, hooded eyes back to yours.
The club was exactly how you imagined it on vacation. Alcohol everywhere, house music pumping through your veins, and bodies swaying against yours as you danced recklessly. You wore something skimpier now, a soft blush pink dress covered in an intricate floral fabric that felt like velvet against your skin. The gold starfish pinned to the chest caught every stray beam of light, holding a sheer pink sash that draped down your front, while the ruffled hem teased the tops of your thighs. It was short, barely covering your ass, but it was so perfect. You paired it with some nude sandals, also perfect and much better than tripping on your own feet in heels.
You stood near the entrance, swaying just a tad as the alcohol started to get to your head. Your eyes squinted, looking for Ningningâs familiar figure until she appeared in the crowd. She grabbed your arm, leaning into your ear and speaking loud enough for you to hear over the bass. "They don't wanna leave! They met some people, so let's just leave together!" she yelled. You nodded, and both of you walked toward the exit until the fresh air hit your face.
The wind was like a slap to the face, but it felt good. After hours spent squished between people and the smell of sweat, the salty air was just what you needed. You held onto Ningning tightly, as she was a bit more tipsy than you but still able to recognize her surroundings. "I really took your advice seriously yn," she said, giggling as you walked. "Tried to find someone but... none of them were interesting." Ningning shrugged, continuing her giggles. You only smiled, teasing her as you stepped into the quiet luxury of the lobby.
"It's okay, don't listen to me." You sat her down on a chair, and she hummed a tune from earlier tonight. She continued to babble about the night, who she met, what she drank, and how fun it felt to finally party. "We really need to thank Sunoo for this trip. I'm so glad we're here." She inhaled the fresh air, letting out a sigh of relief before looking around.
Ningning automatically noticed a sign outside a door, her vision 20/20 even with alcohol in her system. She tugged at your pink dress, making eye contact immediately. "What if we crash a party?" she suggested, springing up from her seat. Your brows furrowed, looking at her before turning around. A door that was propped open led to an event held in a private, dim garden. You smirked, grabbing her arm and pulling her over. You both teased each other as you crossed the lobby, whispering about playing it cool, trying to blend in, and most of allânot making a scene.
You passed the sign, walking through the door and into the private garden. It was nicely decorated; a fountain bubbled in one corner, and people in expensive suits and dresses were scattered around. Fairy lights hung from the trees, and the greenery was perfectly manicured. There weren't many people, but it was enough to blend in. Your eyes wandered until they caught another pairâthe same dark, intense eyes youâd locked with earlier today.
Except he wasn't shirtless now. Or wearing a backwards hat. He wore an all-black suit with the top buttons open just a little, showing a hint of his collarbone. His hair fell casually over his forehead, and a gold chain glinted against his skin. He stood with the same guys from the beach, all looking completely different in their formal wear. You broke eye contact, looking anywhere but at him. "What do you think this is?" you wondered.
Ningning seemed as clueless as you, but her eyes glistened. "I don't know, but I see a bar." She laughed, pulling you toward it. You both took seats at the end of the bar, quickly asking for drinks. The bartender placed a coaster first, then the dirty martini you ordered. You took a sip, the cold alcohol spiking through your body as Ningning looked over her shoulder. "Thereâs a food table," she quietly gasped. "Iâm hungry, please don't stop me." She giggled, making her way to the appetizers.
Left alone, you continued to sip on your martini as the chatter of older people filled your ears. You couldn't help but look back again, searching for the guy from the beach. But he was goneânot in the spot where you first spotted him. Your eyes went back to your glass, feeling a bit bored until someone sat in the empty stool next to you.
The guy from the beach.
His cologne was so strong and expensive it made your head swirl. His large hands were folded as he looked toward the bartender. You tried to act normal, looking straight ahead even though you desperately wanted to stare at his profile. The man behind the counter appeared, giving him a respectful nod. "What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Just your finest bourbon, please," he answered. His voice was even deeper than you expected, a rich baritone that made your stomach flip. His eyes then went toward you, scanning your side profile as you stared down at your drink. He smiled, checking the time on his watch before the bartender returned. Finally, you looked up, watching as he took a slow sip of the auburn liquid. He set the glass down, locking eyes with you and smiling. "Fun party, is it not?" he started, turning his stool toward you. You nodded shyly, looking back at your martini. "Yeah... congratulations to whoever this party is for," you awkwardly chuckled, the alcohol finally hitting.
He looked surprised, then a smirk played on his lips as he watched your expression. "You know the couple?" You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and nodded. "They're my friends," you cleared your throat, looking over at Ningning who was busy talking to someone at the buffet. As cute as he was, you felt so awkward. He laughed again, a little louder this time, the sound rich and vibrating in the small space between your stools. "You're a great liar," he murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Your eyebrows furrowed, your heart doing a nervous little dance in your chest. "Excuse me?" you said, turning fully to look at him. He was devastatingly gorgeous. His dark, thick eyebrows gave him an almost intimidating look, and his skin was flawlessly pale against the black of his suit. You caught the sight of tiny moles scattered across his faceânear his eye, on his noseâeach one looking like a target for a kiss. His nose was sharp and straight, and when he smirked, his lips pulled back to reveal slight fangs that made him look more like a predator than a regular guy.
"If you're going to crash a party, at least know what you're getting into," he chuckled, swirling the ice in his bourbon. "This isn't a wedding. Company parties are usually far too boring to crash. You should have walked next door, thatâs where you would have found your 'friends' and their white dress." He mischievously snickered, his ego peaking as he watched the realization hit your face. You couldn't help but laughâlaugh at how dumb you felt, but also because his confidence was infectious. You rubbed your forehead, looking back at him through your lashes. "A company party, huh? So Iâm surrounded by corporate sharks?"
"Something like that," he nodded, his gaze dropping to your lips for a second before meeting your eyes again. He played with the edge of his coaster, his long fingers moving with a slow grace. "I'm certain you aren't part of this firm. So, what brings a girl like you into a room full of suits?" "Spring break," you replied, taking a brave sip of your martini. "Iâm a college student."
His eyebrows lifted, a genuine flash of surprise crossing his face. He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face as if trying to take it all in. He looked you over once, then twice, his gaze lingering on the sheer sash draped over your chest. "A student," he repeated, his voice dropping. "I suppose I should have guessed. You really have the look." He scoffed. "And you?" you countered, feeling bold. "I assume you're some high-level executive who happened to tag along to keep your colleagues in line?" He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm Sunghoon," he said, ignoring the question with a flirty tilt of his head. He leaned into your space, the scent of his cologne shushing your thoughts. "Is it okay if the pretty girl tells me her name? Or do you want to keep anonymous?"
"Yn," you said simply, feeling the heat of a blush creeping onto your cheeks. You both sat at that bar for what felt like hours, the rest of the party blurring into a hum of background noise. You learned that he was thirty, and the way he spoke was so calm, measured, and completely unfazed by the chaos around himâit made you feel like the center of his universe. He told you about his dog back home, Gaeul, and how he missed the quiet of Seoul compared to the loud, neon energy of the resort. He listened when you talked about your midterms, his eyes never leaving yours, making you feel much older than twenty-two.
By your second martini, the world felt lightweight. You were conscious of every time his knee brushed against yours, every time his hand moved closer to yours on the mahogany bar. "Iâm going to use the restroom," you finally said, feeling the need to catch your breath away from his intense stare. You looked around, trying to find a door through the maze of fairy lights.
Sunghoon stood up abruptly, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. He didn't step aside; he blocked your path, his expression shifting from flirty to something much darker, much more possessive. "I know the men at this party, yn," he whispered, leaning down until his breath hitched against your ear. His hand moved, fingers wrapping firmly around your forearm to bring you a fraction closer. The heat of his palm was so electric. "The bathrooms down here... they aren't fit for a sweet girl like you. Especially not by this hour."
He let the silence hang for a moment, his thumb stroking the skin of your wrist in a slow circle. "Why don't you come up to my room? It's cleaner. It's quiet. And I have a bottle of vintage champagne up there thatâs been waiting for a reason to be opened." He smirked, his eyes hooded as they locked onto yours. "I think youâre a very good reason, don't you?" You looked up at him, the thrill of the "one-night stand" youâd joked about with Ningning suddenly becoming very, very real. "Okay," you whispered, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Lead the way, Sunghoon." He didn't waste a second. Sunghoonâs hand moved from your arm to the small of your back, his palm a steady, burning weight that guided you away from the bar and toward the elevators. You didn't look back for Ningning; you knew she was likely off on her own adventure, and right now, your heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
The elevator lobby was quiet, the gold-plated doors gleaming under the soft recessed lighting. Sunghoon pressed the button for the penthouse, and the wait felt like an eternity. When the chime finally rang and the doors slid open, he ushered you inside.
The moment the doors hissed shut, the world changed. The muffled bass of the club and the chatter of the garden party vanished, replaced by a silence so thick. You were trapped in a small, mirrored box with a man who was nearly a head taller than you, smelling of bourbon and that intoxicating cedar cologne.
You caught your reflection in the polished chrome. You looked flushed, your eyes bright with a mixture of alcohol and adrenaline. Next to you, Sunghoon looked devastatingly composed. His fingers went straight to the buttons of his black shirt, undoing one, then two, until his chest was partially open. The gold chain he wore caught the light, resting against his pale skin. He caught you watching his hands in the mirror and smirked, a slow, dark expression that made your knees feel like water.
"You're very quiet all of a sudden," he murmured, his voice echoing in the confined space. He stepped closer, crowding you into the corner of the elevator. He didn't touch you yet, but the heat radiating off his black suit jacket was enough to make your skin prickle. "Not getting cold feet, are you?" "I don't get cold feet," you countered, though your voice was a little breathier than you intended. "Good," he rasped, leaning down so his lips were inches from your neck. "Because Iâve been remarkably patient today, and Iâm reaching my limit."
The elevator dinged, the doors opening directly into his suite. You stepped out and nearly gasped. It wasn't just a hotel room; it was a sprawling, modern masterpiece. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls wrapped around the entire space, offering a staggering, 360-degree view of the resort's coastline and the dark, shimmering ocean youâd been swimming in earlier that day. The furniture was all dark leather and polished wood, and the air was perfectly chilled. It screamed wealth, the kind of rich you didn't even want to put a price tag on yet.
Sunghoon tossed his blazer onto a chair, his black button-down stretching across his broad shoulders as he gestured toward a set of double doors. "The master bath is through there," he said, his eyes trailing down the length of your pink dress one more time before meeting your gaze. "Take your time. I'll get the champagne started." You nodded, clutching your sheer sash as you ducked into the bathroom. The moment the door clicked shut, you leaned your back against the cool marble and let out the breath youâd been holding.
The bathroom was insaneâa deep soaking tub, a rain shower that could fit four people, and enough Carrara marble to floor a cathedral. But you didn't actually have to use the restroom. You walked over to the massive vanity, gripping the edge of the sink as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your pupils were blown wide. Your chest was heaving. You looked at the gold starfish on your dress, then back at your own reflection. You let out a hysterical little laugh bubbling up in your throat. You had crashed a corporate party, picked up a man nearly a decade older than you, and now you were in a penthouse suite that probably cost more than your entire trip here.
You took a deep breath, smoothing the ruffles of your dress and checking your hair. You weren't going to make him wait a second longer.
The suite was quiet, but the only sound that you hear was the muffled roar of the ocean far below. Your eyes scanned the dim room until they landed on the open glass slider. The sheer curtains billowed in the night breeze, leading your gaze out to the massive wrap-around balcony.
Sunghoon was standing there, his back to you as he leaned against the railing. He had discarded his black button-down loosely into his slacks. Even from behind, his shoulders were imposing, the fabric straining against his frame. He heard the soft click of your sandals on the hardwood and turned slowly, a silver bucket with a bottle of champagne resting on the small outdoor table beside him. He had opened his shirt even further while you were in the bathroom. The dark fabric hung open, revealing the hard, pale planes of his chest. The moonlight hit the sharp angles of his face, making him look like something out of a high-end editorialâexpensive, untouchable, and utterly lethal.
"I was beginning to think you took the opportunity and left," he teased, his voice low and raspy as it carried over the wind. You walked toward him, the ruffled hem of your dress fluttering against your thighs. As you stepped onto the balcony, the humidity of the tropical night wrapped around you, a stark contrast to the chilled air of the suite. The view was staggeringâthe entire coastline was lit up like a string of diamonds, the black expanse of the sea stretching out into infinity.
"I told you I don't get cold feet," you reminded him, stopping just a few inches away. The alcohol was still humming in your system, giving you a boost of confidence you didn't usually possess. Sunghoon reached for the bottle, the pop of the cork echoing into the night. He poured two glasses, the bubbles hissing as he handed one to you. His fingers brushed against yoursâa lingering contact that sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to your core.
"To being on this vacation," he murmured. You raised your glass to his, the crystal clinking with a sharp, expensive ring that echoed into the tropical night. "To coincidentally meeting each other," you countered, a playful challenge in your tone. You watched him over the rim as the sparkling champagne hit the back of your throat, the vintage bubbles crisp and potent. It was far stronger than anything you usually drank, hitting your system with a rush that made the stars above seem to dance.
When you pulled the glass away, Sunghoon was staring out at the coastline, a dark, thoughtful smile playing on his lips. He looked as if heâd just stumbled upon a prize he had no intention of letting go. "You know, I've been doing this corporate life for such a short time in the grand scheme... but it feels like forever," he started, his deep voice making you crave him with a sudden, sharp ache between your thighs.
He turned toward you, his movements slow as he invaded your space. He crowded you against the railing until the scent of his cologne and bourbon was all you could breathe. He reached out, his thumb hooking under the edge of the sheer pink sash draped over your shoulder, tugging it just enough to make the silk rasp against your bare skin. "And when I work, far away... away from home... I always want to come home to something else other than my dog," he chuckled, placing his hand on your waist. You smirked, looking up at him with a sneaky, alcohol-dazed look. "Too bored to play with yourself, Sunghoon?" you teased.
He scoffed, a dark, amused sound as he pulled you in closer while you set your glass on the side table. "Why do all that when I can have a sweet girl like you do it all for me, hm?" he rumbled, his thumb soothing the sensitive skin of your side. You made eye contact with him and smiled, geeking at the intensity of the situation. "A girl my age...obviously we always seek for pension. For someone whoâs already figured it out," you said, your hand dangerously planting against the hard, bunched muscle of his bicep.
"Doll, I'd buy you everything you ever mentioned. Anything you'll touch, and everything you'll ever dream of," he whispered into your ear now. His hand went up to your neck, pushing your head out just enough to lay a firm, lingering kiss there. He placed another soft kiss lower, making you squirm as his lips grazed your collarbone. "You'd never have to lift a finger again, not around me," he assured, placing another kiss on the sensitive cord of your neck.
"You're lucky I'm not that kind of girl," you whispered, right before Sunghoon finally leaned in for the kiss. It felt so passionate, the way he slowly kissed you, his lips moving with a hungry rhythm. You melted into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to eat him whole. His tongue slipped in, taking your breath away as he pulled you closer, hungrier than before. The taste of bourbon mixed with the sweet champagne in your mouth as his lips finally drifted down to your neck.
He began to suck deep, dark marks into your skin, claiming his prize. You stared out into the sky and moaned freely, letting him mark you deeply, when suddenly you felt his teeth sink into your pulse point. He bit you hard and a sharp whimper escaped your lips as he looked back at you and smiled obsessively. "Now that I've got you up here and like this..." he smirked, his fangs peeking out. "Tell me what you are going to do with me? Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to show me exactly how dirty a college girl can be?"
âWhy say when I can just show you?â You say, smiling as you pecked his bruised lips. The alcohol, the adrenaline of the crash, and the magnetic pull of this man had finally snapped the last of your inhibitions. You let your gaze drop from his intense eyes, tracing the line of his throat down to where the gold chain rested against his skin, and then further down to the low-slung waistband of his black slacks.
You sank to your knees slowly, the ruffled hem of your dress bunching up around your thighs as the cool tiles of the balcony met your skin. Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale, his entire body stiff as he realized exactly what you were doing. "Yn..." he warned, but there was no bite in itâonly a raw desperation. You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as you fumbled with the button of his slacks. The sound of his zipper sliding down was loud in the quiet of the night, followed immediately by the heavy thrum of the ocean waves below.
When you finally freed him, the sight took your breath awayâhe was thick, pulsing, and already leaking a bead of desire that glistened under the moonlight. His cock was as perfect as him, and you desperately wanted a taste of it.
You spit in your palm, the heat of the night making the slickness feel like molten silk as you lubed up his thick, heavy length. Sunghoonâs breath hitched, a sharp sound as he bit his lower lip, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the railing. He watched with a dark look while your hand began to pump him back and forth, the wet friction of your skin against his causing his hips to twitch instinctively. Finally, you started off with slow, teasing kitten licks at the very tip, tasting the salty, sweet beads of pre-cum that leaked from him with every rhythmic stroke. He tasted exactly how he smelledâexpensive, masculine, and utterly intoxicating.
You swirled your tongue around the broad, pulsing head, hearing his breathing turn uneven and ragged as his hand finally found your hair. He didn't grip it just yet; instead, he carefully tucked the stray strands behind your ears, his fingers trembling slightly. He made sure he had an unobstructed, crystal-clear view of your flushed, pretty face worshiping his cock under the moonlight.
"So beautiful...but stop teasing me and give me the whole experience, yeah?" he rasped, his voice dropping that vibrated in the air. His fingers suddenly tangled deep at the base of your skull, his grip tightening with a firm, dominant possessiveness that forced your head forward. You gave him a small smile, your eyes locked onto his, before stretching your mouth wide and taking his entire cock in. You hummed low in your throat around the thickness, making his entire body shudder. You tried to take every inch, but he was just so massive it felt physically impossible; your jaw ached and your eyes watered as you began to bop your head frantically, determined to please him.
Sunghoon had to admitâheâd had his share of hookups, women who knew exactly what they were doingâbut he had never let someone as young and fresh as you touch him like this. He looked down at you, his eyes glazed with a lethal amount of lust, his ego soaring as he watched you struggle to accommodate him. He silently prayed you were the last person who would ever get to see him this undone. You were so fucking incredible, a hurricane of pure, unadulterated talent.
Your hands slid up the hard, tensed planes of his thighs, reaching for his shirt to frantically unbutton the rest of the dark fabric. As it fell open, his flexed, rock-hard abs were bathed in the silver glow of the moon, the muscles rippling and glistening with sweat with every guttural groan he let out while you continued to throat him. Sunghoonâs other hand gripped the top of your head, holding you still with a bruising strength as he began to ruthlessly thrust into your mouth. Your lips stretched to their absolute limit, allowing him to fill you completely, his girth stretching your cheeks until they were white.
"Ahhhâso warm," he muttered, a low chuckle vibrating in his throat as his eyes drifted shut in pure ecstasy. He began to fuck your face faster now, the force of his thrusts bringing your nose into contact with the musky base of his cock. Each lunging movement was a reminder of his power, his hips snapping forward with a dominant precision. "Doing so g-good... letting me fuck your mouth like a tight, hungry p-pussy," he moaned, his voice breaking as he opened his eyes to watch the wreckage he was making of you. Your hands found his thighs again, gripping the corded muscle so tightly your knuckles turned white; it felt like he was trying to rip you open with the sheer size of him. Between your legs, you were a soaking mess, your own nectar coating your thighs and the balcony floor as the raw, dominant sight of him made you come right there on your knees.
He held your head in a grip, hot tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as his tip slammed against your uvula like a bell. Your muffled moans sent fresh vibrations through him, and as you instinctively swallowed around his length, his thrusts began to stutter and fail. He was so close; you could feel the tension coiling in his hips, the muscles in his legs locking tight.
He pulled out abruptly, your thick saliva coating his pulsing cock as he pumped himself frantically in front of your face. You tried to catch your breath, gasping for air, but his heavy groin practically blocked the world out as he loomed over you. "Open that pretty mouth, doll," he commanded, his voice a primal snap that brooked no argument.
You obeyed instantly, your tongue out and waiting, your face tilted up toward him. He slapped the broad, hot tip against your tongue once, twice, before finally letting out his heavy loads of semen. He painted you white, the thick, hot cream coating your tongue, your lips, and your cheek until he finally had nothing left to give. You didn't waste a drop, looking him dead in the eye with a defiant, hungry gaze as you swallowed every bit of his release, your throat working visibly to take all of him down.
Sunghoon hauled you up, his strength effortless as he pulled you into a bruising, messy kiss, tasting his own release on your tongue as if he wanted to reclaim every part of himself he'd given you. He pulled back just enough to wipe the stray, salty tears from your cheeks, his dark eyes shimmering with an obsessive, glazed-over heat. "Let me take care of you now," he rasped, his own legs heavy and weak, yet he guided you toward the sprawling king-sized bed with the single-minded focus of a man who was only just getting started.
The click of the nightstand light bathed the room in a warm, amber glow, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the gold chain resting against his collarbone. He didn't let go, wrapping his massive frame around you from behind, his lips finding the sensitive, marked skin of your neck. The contact was electricâhalf-ticklish, half-lethal. "Stop teasing me, Hoonie," you whispered, the new nickname hitting him like a physical jolt to the gut.
He groaned at the sound of it, his hands sliding up to the bodice of your strapless dress. With a sudden, downward jerk, he freed your tits. You weren't wearing a bra, and they sprung out into the cool air, the tips already pebbled and aching for his touch. Sunghoon didn't hesitate; his hands came around to grope you obsessively, squeezing the soft mounds together until they overflowed between his long, elegant fingers. He began to roll your nipples between his thumbs, tugging and pinching with a pressure that made your knees buckle.
"Pleaseâplease fuck me, HoonieâI'm so desperate," you begged, the alcohol stripping away every filter and leaving you raw. He let out a low chuckle, his chin resting on your shoulder as he pulled down the rest of the pink floral dress. The dress pooled at your feet, leaving you entirely bare in the amber light. "Bend over for me on the bed. Now," he ordered.
You scrambled onto the silk sheets, burying your face in the plush pillows and arching your back until your ass was high in the air, a silent invitation for the wreckage to come. You heard the frantic rustle of his clothes hitting the floorâthe heavy thud of his shoes, the hiss of his slacksâand then the bed groaned under his massive weight. His calloused hands found your hips, his eyes darkening as he saw how soaked you were, your arousal coating your inner thighs and glistening in the light.
"So soaked... my pretty girl can't wait to be used, huh?" he teased, his voice thick with hunger. He lifted your knees, positioning you exactly where he wanted you before leaning down. His tongue lashed across your clit in one long, wet strip from front to back. You jumped, a high-pitched giggle moan escaping you as he did it again, devouring your sweetness with a greedy, expert tongue. "Perfect taste. Youâre fucking perfect," he praised, his voice muffled against your flesh. Then, without warning, he sank his teeth into the soft meat of your ass. You let out a sharp whimper of pure pleasure-pain, already knowing the marks he was leaving would be dark and deep.
He grabbed his throbbing cock and lined it up with your pulsing, expectant entrance. He pushed in slowly, just the tip at first, stretching you wide until you felt like you might snap. You gasped, the sheer size of him feeling like he was tearing through your very soul. "S-so big, Hoonie... it hurts," you whined, your eyes red-rimmed and hazy as you looked back at him.
He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your bare back as he captured your lips in a deep, soul-searching kiss. "I've got you, baby. I'll be gentle until you're ready. I'll go slow," he promised, though the strain in his voice told you how much it was costing him to hold back. He began to slide in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt. You breathed heavily, your insides fluttering as they finally adjusted to his massive girth. The pain dissolved into a heavy, throbbing heat that felt like a drug. "Mmm, go faster, babe... I can handle it now," you urged, batting your lashes and backing your weight up against him. You began to grind your ass against his lap, the friction sending a growl ripping through Sunghoonâs throat.
He took total, ruthless control. His hands gripped your waist like iron claws as he began to drill into you, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room alongside the scent of sex and sea salt. Each thrust was deep and rhythmic, his balls slapping against your ass with a frantic, wet thud. He reached back and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right cheek, the red mark blooming instantly on your pale skin. "Such a tight pussy, fuck," he hissed, his head thrown back, his veins corded in his neck. "Gonna mold myself into you... make it so only I can fit inside you."
He was relentless, his thumbs digging into your hips as he drove himself harder and harder, bruising your walls. You were crying out now, your face buried in the sheets as he slapped you again in the same spot, the sting sending a jolt of lightning straight to your clit. You felt your orgasm coiling in your lower stomach, a knot of pure fire that refused to break. He kept you on the edge, teasing you by pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in with a force that made you see stars.
"Not yet yn," he spoke, sensing your peak. "You don't get to finish until I tell you." He shifted his grip, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so you had to watch your own reflection in the mirrored ceiling as he hammered into you. The sight of him, so dominant, sweat-slicked, and focusedâpushed you even further. "Sunghoon, please! I'm gonna cum! I can't hold it," you sobbed, your body trembling.
"Let's cum together," he rasped, his voice finally breaking. He delivered three final, soul-crushing thrusts, burying himself as deep as possible, his knot expanding inside you as he spent himself. You felt the scorching heat of him filling you up like icing, your whole body shaking and convulsing around him until your knees finally gave out for good.
You crashed down into the pillows, the room spinning as Sunghoon pulled out and collapsed beside you. He lay there, his arm over his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You sat up slowly, your body sore and buzzing, watching him with a wide, drunken smile. You climbed on top of him, your bare skin slick with sweat and the heavy, musky scent of the last hour. You straddled his hips, watching the drained man peek from under his arm as a lazy, satisfied smile spread across your face.
"What're you doing?" He chuckled. His large hands instinctively found your ass once again, his thumbs tracing the heat of your skin. You leaned down, your hair falling like a curtain around his face, and pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to his chest. "I wanna go again," you stated, your voice dropping into a purr. You trailed your lips up to his neck, finding the pulse point where the skin was still hot and marked. Sunghoon closed his eyes, his head falling back into the pillows as he let you mark him up everywhere. "Still so sensitive, sweet girl," he whispered, his breath hitching as your teeth grazed his jaw.
You sat up, your hand reaching down to find his cockâalready thickening and hardening again under the mere weight of your thighs. You hovered over him, the tip teasing your swollen, soaking entrance, before you sank down fast. You let out a strangled cry as he filled you up to the hilt, the stretch feeling even more intense now that you were already sensitized and bruised from before.
"Doesn't seem so sensitive to me," you giggled, your voice trembling with the fullness of him. You began to rock your hips forward in a slow, grinding circle, feeling his thick groin blunt-force its way against all your internal walls. You let out a loud, long sigh of pleasure, your muscles aching but your hunger far from satisfied.
Your hands pushed against his hard, flexed chest, riding his cock at a faster, more desperate pace now. Sunghoon watched you with a glazed, obsessive look, his hand coming up to deliver a sharp, stinging slap to your ass. The sudden shock made you jump, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips as the sting radiated through your core. He couldn't get enough of the sight of youâdrunk, naked, and riding his worn-out member like your life depended on it. "You're so perfect... so fucking perfect," he praised, his voice a guttural groan. He reached up, his hands locking onto your hips and physically directing your movements, forcing you into a deeper, more punishing rhythm. "Taking all of me again. Such a greedy little thing."
You changed the pace now, holding onto his thick thighs for balance as you began to jump on his cock like a bunny. Your tits bounced wildly with every movement, your moans getting cut off as your breath hitched in your throat. With every downward plunge, you felt the tip of him hitting your lower bellyâstriking that deep, hidden spot that sent electricity through your entire frame.
Sunghoon sat up abruptly, his core muscles rippling as his mouth found your tit automatically. His tongue twirled the sensitive bud around, sucking on it like a hungry child while you watched from above, your head lolling back with pleasure. He moved on to the other, devouring it, his teeth grazing the tip just enough to make you shriek.
"God, Hoon, please don't stop," you moaned, throwing an arm around his neck and pulling his face deeper into your chest. He wrapped his massive arm around your waist, and suddenly he began to thrust up to meet your downward strikes. The double friction was overwhelming; you choked out a sob as literal tears of ecstasy began to track down your cheeks. His hot breaths were ghosting against your skin as he went rough, fucking your pussy with a primal, renewed urgency.
You felt your second orgasm coiling tight, the waves of pleasure crashing over you, but Sunghoon gripped your hips and held you still for a second, teasing you, refusing to let you drop yet. "YnâŚ," he rasped, his eyes burning into yours. "Look at me when you cum."
The tension snapped. You rode the sensation out as Sunghoon let out a final moan, coming for the third time tonight. Both of your milks combined inside you, a hot, overflowing mess that seeped out as his cock finally began to soften within your walls. You both made eye contact again, both of you flushed and completely spent, sharing a smile that felt far too intimate for two people who had just met hours ago. He leaned in, kissing you with a desperate, all-consuming passion, his tongue sweeping through your mouth as if he wanted to taste every part of you one last time.
You eventually pushed away, slowly and wetly pulling off of him. You collapsed onto the silk sheets next to him, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to remember how to breathe. Sunghoon lay there for a moment, his eyes drifting down to catch the sight of the white liquid cream dripping from between your thighs and staining the sheets.
Without a word, he rolled out of bed, standing tall and nude in the light. He disappeared into the marble bathroom, the sound of the faucet echoing for a second before he returned with a warm, wet cloth in his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you shamelessly, his gaze trailing over every mark heâd left on your skin.
"You okay, doll?" he comforted, his voice soft and caring. You nodded, the heavy weight of sleep finally starting to pull at your eyelids. "Yeah... I'm okay," you replied, your voice a mere whisper.
"I'm going to clean you up." He folded the cloth over his hand and touched your inner thigh. The warmth made you squirm and jerk instinctively, but he held your leg still with a gentle, firm hand. He wiped the semen from your skin with slow, tender strokes, treating you like something fragile and precious. He even came back a second time to gently wipe the smudged makeup and dried tears from your cheeks, his touch incredibly light.
"Hoon, you don't have to do all this," you murmured, your eyes falling shut. He hummed in response, his thumb tracing your jawline as he cleaned off the dried tears. "What kind of man would I be to leave you like this?" he asked rhetorically. He was a man, through and through, possessive in the heat of it, and devastatingly protective in the aftermath.
He set the cloth aside and reached over to kill the light, plunging the suite into a soft, moonlit blue. He pulled the heavy duvet over both of you, making sure you were tucked in and warm. He tugged at your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, his large arms wrapping around you like a shield. You let out a sigh of pure relief, but before sleep took you, you turned in his arms.
He already had his eyes closed, his breathing leveling out, but your delicate fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw, making him open his dark eyes one last time. You reached up for a soft, quick kissâtender and quiet. You tucked your head under his chin, listening to the steady beat of his heart as you finally let the sleep take over.
Your eyes fluttered open, the harsh brightness of the tropical sun cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows to wake you. You stirred, the silk sheets cool against your bare skin, until you finally sat up and looked around. The scale of the suite hit you all over againâthe marble, the designer furniture, the lingering scent of expensive cologne and sex.
Suddenly, the memories of last night flooded in like a wave. The balcony. The way Sunghoon had dismantled you on this very bed. You reached out, but the space beside you was cold. He wasn't there. Your heart did a nervous little skip until you saw your clothes, the pink floral dress and nude sandalsâneatly placed on a chair, folded with a precision that felt almost clinical. Suddenly, the chime of the private elevator echoed through the suite. You quickly scrambled to wrap the heavy blanket around your chest, tucking it tight as you watched the bedroom door open.
Sunghoon walked right in, looking like a different man. He was drenched in sweat, wearing charcoal grey gym gear that clung to his sculpted chest and thighs. The sight of you awake made his smile grow instantly, a warm expression. "Morning, sweet girl," he spoke first, his voice still heavy from sleep.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His large, calloused hands cupped your face, tilting your head up for a quick, passionate kiss that tasted of mint and hard work. "I let you sleep in while I went to the gym. You looked too peaceful to wake," he whispered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. You blinked, trying to clear the sleep from your brain. "Do you know what time it is?" you asked, your morning voice coming out as a wrecked, breathy rasp. He checked the heavy, silver watch on his wrist. "Itâs about twenty past nine."
Reality hit you like a slap. Ningning. The guys. "Shit, I should probably go," you explained, bracing yourself to get up. But the moment you shifted, a sharp, deep ache radiated from your hips and thighs. You winced, a low hiss escaping your teeth as your muscles protested the "workout" heâd given you hours prior.
Sunghoon noticed the change in your expression immediately. He reached out, his hands finding your shoulders to gently push you back down into the pillows. "Are you in pain? Did I hurt you?" he soothed, his thumbs running in slow, apologetic circles over your collarbones. You shook your head, a shy laugh escaping you as you looked up at him. "Well, of course I'm in pain. You were... relentless in between my thighs."
He let out a low chuckle, his ego clearly stroked. He stood up suddenly, disappearing into the kitchenette, and returned a moment later with a heavy silver tray. He placed it beside you, lifting the cloche to reveal an extravagant breakfast of poached eggs, smoked salmon, and a bowl of glistening fruit. "Eat up. I'll wash up and then Iâll take you back myself," he assured.
He walked into the bathroom, and seconds later, you heard the roar of the rainfall shower. You sat up carefully, keeping the blanket tucked under your arms as you picked at a strawberry. The fruit was perfectly ripe, melting in your mouth along with the blueberries you shoved in after. This wasn't just a one-night stand; the level of care, the effortless careâit felt high-end, too real, and impossible to ever get over.
As you moved the plate closer, you noticed a white, embossed piece of stationery tucked under the edge of the tray. You picked it up, popping another blueberry into your mouth as you read the elegant script. Your jaw practically hit the mattress.
âIt is always a pleasure to serve the CEO of the finest company in Seoul. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Park.â
Everything suddenly clicked into place. The private garden party. The deference of the staff. The suite that cost more than a year of your life. The arrogant, dominant confidence that felt like it was bred into his bones. You hadn't just crashed a party; you had spent the night being wrecked by one of the most richest men in the country.
You stared at the paper, your mind racing. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, your fingers stumbling as you opened the group chat with the others. You typed out a single, snarky comment:
YN: Woke up next to a billionaire. Donât save me.
You clicked the phone shut just as the shower turned off. You tucked the paper back where you found it, trying to act casual. Sunghoon walked out a moment later, a white towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, his V-line showing just right. Droplets of water clung to his pale, muscular skin, trailing down his abs as he walked toward you.
He leaned over the bed, picking up a strawberry from your plate and tossing it into his mouth. He watched you with an adoring gaze, looking like a man completely captivated. "You're so beautiful like this. I could stay in this room with you all day," he murmured. The weight of who he was didn't intimidate youâit thrilled you. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his damp neck and pulling him down toward you. You giggled against his lips, tasting the sweetness of the fruit as you kissed him deeply.
"Then let's be here all day," you whispered.
And as he hovered over youâyou knew you were exactly where you were meant to be.
âââ in which jake sim, the campus golden boy and star soccer captain, isn't supposed to find anything on the fifth floor of the library except a quiet place to study. but instead? he finds you, the wallflower who refuses to treat him like everyone else does.
soccer captain!jake x wallflower fem!reader ; part 1 wc: 10.1k. MDNI. college au. smut. fluff. angst. secret relationship. jealousy. yearning. virginity loss. oral (f receiving). p in v. she fell first, he fell harder. other enha members included.
elle's thoughts :: here is part 1 of 2 for "the fifth floor theory!" this story is so incredibly dear to me, as it's the first enhypen fic i ever wrote. i've been working on it for awhile, so i really hope you enjoy it :') also, just know that part 2 has a LOT more angst. and smut. hehe.
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There was something about the way Jake Sim moved through the empty library that enticed you.
You were sitting at a small table, hidden behind a chemistry textbook, your eyes following his every move. He looked around, and you wondered whatâor whoâhe was hoping to find. As he looked in your direction, you quickly diverted your eyes back to your textbook, hoping he hadn't caught you staring at him.
Jake had no idea who you were. After all, he had been the star soccer player at your university since his freshman year. Everyone knew his name, his major, and his friends. He was practically campus royalty.
You, though? You were lucky if your professors remembered your name despite being the top of your class. You kept to yourself, only moving between the library, your classes, and your dorm. You and your roommate were close, but she spent so much time at parties that you almost never saw her. You, however, spent every free moment you had in the solitude of the library, and that was the place where you first saw Jake close-up.
He had appeared for the first time a few months ago, right after you had returned from winter break, but he did not look the way you expected. Instead of his usual cocky demeanor, he seemed... timid. As if, when you removed him from the soccer field and the company of his friends, he became a different person.
You liked to think that you were the only person on campus who knew that this side of Jake existed. After all, it was only ever you two studying on the fifth floor of the library. He had never brought anyone with him, and neither had you. It felt as if the sunny space, with floor-to-ceiling windows and tables nestled amongst towering bookshelves, only belonged to the two of you.
Of course, you had seen Jake before in your years on campus. You were both juniors, and you had been to your fair share of soccer games since you were a bright-eyed freshman. You had spent years watching him from afar, and he always seemed larger than life.
That's why you had been so surprised the first time you saw Jake appear at the top of the stairs. Nobody ever made it up to the fifth floor. It had always been your secret spotâuntil he came along.
As you watched him disappear down the stairs, you rubbed your face with your hands and loosed a sigh. As much as you loved being able to watch Jake, he was the worst thing that had ever happened to your dedicated study schedule.
"Hey, do you have an extra pencil?"
Your eyes snapped up from your textbook, and you felt your heart drop into your stomach. Standing right in front of you was Jake Simâyou almost couldn't believe your eyes.
It had been over a week since you had last seen him in the library, but you knew that the soccer team had just traveled to play against a rivaling team. The energy on campus had been positively buzzing the whole week leading up to the game, and everywhere you went, you heard people discussing it.
"Did you hear? Jake Sim might not start because they said he strained his calf muscle during practice!"
"Really? But we can't play without him! He's the only reason we won last week."
"I hope he's okay! I was really hoping he'd be at the party my sorority is throwing when the team gets back."
"You know he has a girlfriend, right?"
You shook your head, bringing your attention back to the sunlit library you were sitting in.
"What?" you managed to choke out. You hated the adrenaline that was now coursing through your veins just from being in Jakeâs presence.
"My only pencil broke, and I really don't feel like going to get another one," he said nonchalantly.
You still could not believe that he was standing right in front of you, asking you for a pencil as if he wasn't the most well-known person on campus.
"Uh, yeah," you said, managing to pull your eyes away from his enticing face for just long enough to pull a random pencil from your backpack. "Here."
Jake glanced at the pencil as you offered it to him, and a small smile spread across his lips. "Dogs. I like it."
Your cheeks reddened as you realized which pencil you had given him. It was the one your younger sister had given to you as a good luck charm the last time you visited home, and it was covered in a variety of cartoon dogs.
"Oh, sorry," you mumbled, your cheeks reddening. "I have another one if you don't like it."
"No, no, it's fine," Jake said, finally flashing his famous smile at you. "I love dogs."
You allowed yourself to smile back at him. "Me too."
Jake's eyes lingered on you for a second longer before he bowed his head and began to back away. "I'll give it back, I promise."
"Don't worry about it," you told him, waving your hand dismissively. "I've never used it anyway."
"Such a shame" he said, holding it up in the air as he turned on his heel. "It's kinda awesome."
As he disappeared behind the bookshelves that concealed his table, you buried your face in your hands. You managed to survive your first encounter with Jake Sim, and you only kinda looked like an idiot.
You should've asked for the pencil back. Then, you would have an excuse to talk to him one more time before you both returned to your separate worlds.
"Come on, y/n, why don't you come with me just once?"
It was later that night, and you looked up from the book you were reading to stare at your roommate, Sunhee. It was 10 PM on a Friday, and that always meant that Sunhee would disappear to a random sorority or fraternity house for the weekend. That also meant that you had your dorm to yourself for the weekend, and you enjoyed it more than you cared to admit. The room was small, but you and Sunhee had worked hard to make it cozy and inviting when you had first moved in. Despite your opposing personalities, you two immediately became best friends, and your dorm room was a reflection of that.
"I really want to finish my book tonight," you shrugged, turning the page and returning your eyes to the words written there.
"Can't it wait?" she whined. "We only have two months left in the school year, and you have yet to go to a single party with me. Where's your sense of adventure?"
You snorted with amusement. "My sense of adventure? I don't have one."
Sunhee stepped toward your bed, placing her hands on your knees and pouting. "Please? I promise it'll be fun, and if it isn't, then I'll never ask you again."
You sighed, glancing between her and your book. You had less than fifty pages left until you were done, and you had hoped to finally figure out what would happen to the main characters after a long week of prioritizing studying over pleasure. However, Sunhee did have a point. Your third year of college would be over in just a few months, and you had yet to do anything besides study.
"Alright, fine," you groaned, tossing your book onto your duvet. "But I reserve the right to go home whenever I want to."
"Yay!" Sunhee squealed, clapping her hands excitedly as she hopped up and down. "I promise you won't regret it! What are you going to wear?â
You shrugged, sliding off your bed and heading toward your closet. You wouldnât exactly describe your taste in clothing as âparty-ready.â You lived primarily in oversized sweaters and leggings, as that was what you felt most comfortable in. You saw the clothes that Sunhee usually wore to parties, and you could always see just how uncomfortable she looked.
âYou canât wear any of this,â she commented, taking one quick glance into your closet before bounding over to her own. âWeâre probably similar sizes, so you should totally wear something of mine!â
âNo way,â you mused, glancing over at the tube top Sunhee was holding up. âI think you look amazing in that stuff, but I would die if you made me wear that.â
âOkay, fine,â Sunhee sighed, pulling out a cropped, lacy black top and a pair of low-waisted jeans. âHow about this?â
You stared at it for a moment, thinking, before slowly nodding your head. âYeah, I guess thatâs fine.â
After another thirty minutes of Sunhee fussing over your hair, makeup, and outfit, she finally decided that you were ready to face the world. As she pushed you out the door, the smile on her face was almost enough to make the whole experience worth it.
âI canât believe youâre finally going to have your debut as a college girl!â Sunhee exclaimed as you stepped out into the brisk night air.
âMy debut?â you asked, chuckling at her choice of words. âThis isnât Bridgerton, Sunhee.â
âWhatever! Itâs still exciting!â she exclaimed, sliding her arm through the crook of your elbow. She dragged you along with her as she skipped happily to the party.
You werenât entirely sure how long it had been since you last saw Sunhee. After you two arrived at the sorority house, she quickly pressed a cold beer into your hands before bounding off to talk to a few friends from her calculus class. However, despite being left alone almost as soon as you got there, you didnât mind. The lights in the house were dim, and music blasted through every crevice as people danced, mingled, and drank. It was the perfect environment for you to disappear in.
It didnât take long for you to find an isolated stool located in the corner of the room, and you sat there happily as you nursed your beer. Your favorite thing to do was people-watch, and you had the best spot to do so. Nobody paid any attention to you, so you sighed contentedly and allowed yourself to blend into the background.
You werenât sure how long you sat there, observing university students in their natural habitat, before you noticed that the noise level of the party increased dramatically. Loud cheers broke out, and you strained your neck to see what was going on.
Thatâs when you laid eyes on him.
A large group of boys had just entered the sorority house, with Jake at the forefront. You realized that the boys he had arrived with were all on the soccer team, and they were fresh off a victory against their rivals. You hated the way your heart immediately began to race when you laid eyes on him, but what you hated even more was the way a blonde-haired girl strutted toward him and immediately pulled him into a kiss.
More cheers erupted as the partygoers watched Jake kiss this mystery girl, and you suddenly felt as if you were going to be sick. You had heard whispers that he had a girlfriend, but you had never seen her yourself. Now, though, as you watched them make out in front of everyone to endless cheers, you felt like an idiot.
What gave you any right to be jealous? You had only ever talked to Jake once, and it was just him asking you to borrow a pencil. Who were you to resent this tall, beautiful, perfect girl for kissing him? After all, she was his girlfriend. You were no more than a wallflower whose name Jake Sim did not know.
You forced yourself to look away from the kissing couple, and you finished the rest of your beer in one gulp. You immediately stood and made your way back to the kitchen, having to shove through the throng of people surrounding the soccer team to do so. However, no one seemed to pay you any attention, so you continued on.
Once you reached the deserted kitchen, you beelined for the various types of liquor spread across the countertops. You spent a moment looking at your options before grabbing some clear alcohol that you had never seen before, uncapping the bottle, and taking a large swig.
âDamn, itâs not often you see someone knocking back Everclear like that,â a familiar voice came from behind you. You sputtered as the alcohol hit your senses, and you reddened as you coughed. Why couldnât you get away from him?
You turned around, eyes streaming from the pungent liquor as you gazed at him. He flashed his signature smile at you and held out a hand. âI donât think weâve met. Iâm Jake Sim.â
You felt another pang in your chest that made you want to take another swig from the bottle. Did Jake really not recognize you? Did he really not know that, earlier that day, he had asked you for a pencil? Had he never noticed that you were always in the library at the same time during the past few months? You figured he had never noticed you, but it stung to have it confirmed.
You wanted to say something back, but it was as if you couldnât form any words. You shook your head and stepped past him, bottle still grasped in your hand as you headed back toward the party.
âWait!â Jake said, reaching out to catch your arm in his large hand. âDid I do something to upset you?â
You shook your head slowly before looking up at him. âNo. Itâs just⌠weâve already met.â
Jake squinted his eyes and looked at you. âWait a sec, we have?â
You pursed your lips together and shrugged. âKind of.â
âDonât tell me,â he said, still holding your wrist. His touch felt electric, and you hated how much it affected you. âIâll figure it out.â
He stared at you for a bit longer before it occurred to him. âHold on, are you the girl from the library?â
You gave him a lackluster smile. âThe one and only.â
âOh my god!â he laughed. âI didnât even recognize you. You look so different!â
You looked down at the clothes that were not your own, and you thought about the makeup and hair that Sunhee had done for you. You felt like an imposter, officially meeting Jake when you looked nothing like your usual self.
âI guess I do,â you commented. You were still acutely aware of his warm hand on your arm.
âIf I'm being honest, I kinda thought you lived in the library. I didnât expect to see you here, so Iâm sorry for not recognizing you.â
âDonât worry about it,â you said, trying to ignore how painfully awkward the conversation felt.
He looked at a loss for words for just a moment, but then his eyes lit up. âI meant to thank you again for the pencil. I was worried that I was going to fail my quantum physics exam, but I think that pencil actually helped me pass.â
At this, you couldnât help but laugh. âAre you sure it was the pencil and not the countless hours of studying you did?â
Jake flashed a grin at you. âPositive.â
He looked like he was about to say something else, but at that moment, a few of his teammates burst into the kitchen noisily.
âJake, dude,â one of them saidâa tall senior with red hair that you vaguely recognized. âWhatâs taking you so long?â
Jake quickly let go of your wrist and grabbed a few cans of the beer closest to him. âSorry, Heeseung. Got distracted.â
âI see that,â Heeseung said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at you. âI wonât tell Lacy, I promise.â
âTell her what?â Jake huffed, throwing a can at his friend as he made his way toward him. âIâm allowed to talk to other girls without that meaning Iâm in love with them.â
âI donât know, man,â another teammate said. You knew his name was Jay. âYou remember what happened last time. She wouldnât talk to you for a week.â
Jake cringed. âYeah, donât remind me.â
As his friends began to herd him out of the kitchen, he turned around and yelled to you, âThanks again!â
And then you were alone again, the bottle of Everclear still grasped in your fingers and the warmth of his touch still lingering on your skin.
You had been in the library for four hours so far. It was the Monday following the party, and you hadnât seen Jake since he left you alone in the kitchen that night. You had tried to not think about himâabout his perfect smile, soft black hair, and his ability to make you feel like the only girl in the world when he was talking to you. However, it seemed that finally meeting Jake only deepened your crush on him, and you hated it. You knew nothing would ever happen between you, so why couldn't you just move on?
You were feeling increasingly frustrated with your unrequited feelings and the organic chemistry assignment that you were working on, so you slammed your textbook shut as you huffed a sigh.
âAre you okay?â an all-too familiar voice came. You lifted your eyes to see Jake appear from behind a bookshelf.
âOh, itâs you,â you said, rubbing your neck with your hand. âHi.â
âHey,â he said, taking you in. You looked frustrated, with your glasses slipping down your nose and your hair falling out of your messy braid, and his eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. âWhat did the textbook do to deserve that?â
You looked down at your textbook and absentmindedly ran your finger across the cover. âIâm just struggling with this topic, that's all.â
âI know how that feels,â Jake said as he stepped toward your table. âMind if I sit?â
Despite your frustration, you felt yourself redden at his question. You didn't expect to ever talk to Jake again, yet here he was, asking to sit with you at the table that had only ever been occupied by you.
You gestured to the chair and gave him a quick, pursed-lip smile. âBe my guest.â
As he sat down, you caught a whiff of his cologne, and you couldn't help but inhale deeply. You hated the effect that the woody smell had on you, as if you weren't already crushing on him more than you should've been.
âYou know, I was very rude to you at the party on Friday,â he said.
This surprised you, and you had a hard time concealing it. âWhat?â
âI realized that I forgot to ask your name,â he said, resting his chin in his hands. âI don't know how I forgot.â
If you were being honest, it had stung a bit when it occurred to you that Jake had never asked for your name. It was as if it hadn't occurred to him that you were a person, someone who had a name and a major and a life that he knew nothing about. You supposed that, to him, you were just a nameless girl who solely existed in the library.
âYeah, I guess you did,â you finally responded.
Jake cast a curious look at you. âSo, are you gonna tell me your name? Don't make me start guessing.â
You couldn't help but allow the corner of your mouth to turn upward at this. âMy name is y/n.â
âSo you do have a name after all,â Jake said. âLet me reintroduce myself since a party isn't exactly the best place to meet someone. Iâm Jake Sim, and it's very nice to finally meet you.â
âI already know who you are,â you responded casually, still tracing the cover of your organic chemistry textbook with your finger. Jakeâs eyes lingered on the movement briefly before his eyes returned to your face.
âHow do you know who I am?â he asked.
âHow could I not?â you countered, crossing your arms across your chest as you leaned towards him. âEveryone knows who the infamous Jake Sim is around here.â
To your surprise, Jakeâs cheeks reddened slightly in embarassmentâsomething you didn't know he was capable of feeling. âI sorta thought that news about the soccer team didn't make it to the library.â
âI do leave the library, you know.â
âI noticed that on Friday. If Iâm being honest, it surprised me,â Jake said. You felt as if he were studying you, and it almost made you squirm.
âWhy would that surprise you?â you laughed in disbelief. âDo you think I just sleep under the table?â
âI actually figured that you slept on top of the table. Seems like it'd be comfier.â
âOh, so you've thought about this before?â
Jake smiled at you. âOnly when Iâm tired of thinking about physics.â
âIs that your major, then? Physics?â
Jake looked down at his hands, and you noticed that he was fidgeting with the hem of his jacket. âYeah. Not many people know that, though.â
âWhy?â
Jake shrugged, and his eyes failed to meet yours. âI dunno, I just⌠I feel like the guys would make fun of me for enjoying that stuff. That, and nobody cares about me because of my major. They only care about what I do on the soccer field.â
You studied him for a moment, taking in his sudden shift in demeanorâhe went from confident to unsure of himself faster than you could blink. âThat's dumb.â
Jakeâs eyes finally shot up to meet yours. âExcuse me?â
âI said that's dumb,â you repeated, and from the look on his face, you knew you needed to elaborate. âI just mean, it's dumb that your friends would make fun of you for something you're passionate about. Also, if they're real friends, they'll care about every aspect of youânot just the part that benefits them.â
Jake seemed to mull over your words for a second before nodding slowly. âI guess you're right. I just⌠I don't want to embarrass myself in front of them, I guess.â
âAnd being smart is embarrassing?â
Jake placed his face in his hands and shook his head. âIt sounds terrible when you say it like that. I just like the way my life is going, and I don't want anything to ruin it.â
You stared at Jake for a moment, analyzing him. You had never seen him look so unsure of himself. âIâm sorry that you think being smart is going to ruin your life.â
Jake sighed before pushing his chair back. âWell, it's been nice talking to you, but I really need toââ
âWait, Iâm sorry,â you rushed, grabbing his wrist the same way he had grabbed yours just days ago. âI didn't mean for that to sound sarcastic. I⌠I don't talk to people very often, so sometimes the things I say don't come across properly. Please, don't go.â
Jake stared down at you for a moment, your eyes pleading with him, before he pursed his lips and sat back down. âSo what did you mean then?â
You let go of his wrist and began to absentmindedly play with your braid as you figured out the best way to word your thoughts.
âI was being genuine when I said I was sorry that you think being smart will ruin your life. To me, it just sounds like you're diminishing a part of yourself to impress people who wouldn't understand what it means to have something else in their life besides soccer. Does that still sound terrible?â
The corner of Jakeâs lips turned upward slightly as he looked down at the table. âMaybe a little, but I think I know what you're trying to say.â
âThat's good,â you exhaled. âIâm sorry for making you think that I was trying to discount your feelingsâI know how that feels, and I would never want to make anyone else feel that way.â
Jake eyed you curiously. âYou have a lot of interesting things to say, library girl.â
You raised an eyebrow. âIs that all I am? Library girl?â
âThat's what I thought a week ago, but now I'm seeing that there may be more to you than what you show people.â
You leaned towards Jake subconsciously, his words piquing your curiosity. âAnd what would that be, soccer boy?â
He laughed at your words, and you noticed with a blush that he had also leaned towards you. âItâs hard to describe. You just⌠say things that surprise me, I guess.â
âI could say the same about you.â
âI like to think that Iâm perfectly predictable. That's what makes a good team captain, after all. My boys know what to expect from me.â
âI wouldn't dream of calling you anything as boring as predictable. On the soccer field, maybe. But Jake Sim? You are full of surprises.â
Jake stared at you with a smirk, and a strange feeling stirred in your stomach at the look in his eyes.
âSo maybe we can agree on the fact that neither of us are truly who we appear to be on the outside?â Jake suggested, and you noticed that his hand had inched across the table toward yours.
âI don't know, you thought being smart was bad, like, five minutes ago,â you responded.
Jakeâs jaw dropped, but you could see that he was fighting a grin. âI did not! Now you're just lying.â
You flipped your textbook open again as you raised your eyebrows. âSure, sureâwhatever you say, soccer boy.â
âWhy did I even bother coming over here?â Jake wondered aloud, tapping his fingers on the table. âI wouldn't have done it if I knew that you were just going to misinterpret my words and use them against me.â
âBad day for Jake Sim,â you said casually, still not meeting his eyes as you flipped through your textbook. âSomeone isn't treating him like Godâs gift to soccer, and he doesn't know what to do with himself.â
âOuch!â Jake exclaimed, grabbing his chest and leaning backwards, pretending he had been shot. âYou are so mean to me, y/n!â
âAnd?â you asked, because you detected that there was more that he wanted to say.
That was not what you had been expecting him to say. âReally? Why?â
âYou're so blunt and wittyâyouâre not afraid to tell me what you really think even though we barely know each other. Not even my best friends do that. They all treat me like I canât do anything wrong, and that whatever I say is right, but⌠Iâm not infallible. And you seem like one of the only people who sees that.â
âThat was very introspective of you, soccer boy,â you teased, but there was a layer of sincerity beneath your words. Jakeâs intelligence was often overshadowed by his accomplishments on the soccer field and his effortless charisma, but you knew that there was so much more brewing beneath the surface that most people didn't even realize.
Jake didn't say anything for a moment, and when you finally looked up at him, you noticed that he was gazing at you with a soft smile on his face. You immediately felt as if fireworks were going off in your chest.
âYou're unlike anyone Iâve ever met, y/n,â he said finally. He did not remove his eyes from your face, and you wondered if he felt the same pull to you as you felt to him. He so effortlessly engaged in banter with you, but also knew when to allow the conversation to flow into deeper topics.
âAnd you're a lot more than just a dumb soccer player, Jake.â
At this, a wide smile spread across his face. âIâll be able to rest well tonight knowing that at least one person in this world thinks that about me.â
He stared at you for a bit longer, and you could've sworn that you saw his eyes flick to your lips before he pushed his chair back and stood. âWell, goodnight, y/n. You should try sleeping on top of the table instead of underneath it tonight. I feel like that'll be more comfortable.â
A genuine laugh escaped your lips, and you clamped your hand over your mouth in surprise. Jake couldn't help but smile at you, and he looked at you in a way that nobody else ever had.
âIâll be sure to let you know how that goes. Night, soccer boy.â
Jake allowed his eyes to linger on you for just a second longer before he turned around, slinging his rucksack over his shoulder. âNight, library girl.â
You saw Jake in the library every day for the next two weeks. Normally, he missed a few days each week due to his busy schedule, but it seemed as if he had made sure he would be able to see you each day. He also sat at your table more often than not. At first, he came over to say hi to you on his way in and out of the library, but as the days continued, he asked to sit with you more and more until he was with you the entire time you were in the library together.
Your favorite part about sitting with Jake was that any silence between the two of you was always comfortable. You co-existed peacefully, both of you deeply focused on your assignments as you sat across the table from each other for hours each day. You spent a lot of time conversing, discussing things from the semantics of the English language in his essay to what stupid things his teammates had said during practice that morning. No matter what topic arose, though, you found it easier to talk to Jake every day. Things between you were easy in a way you had never experienced before.
Two weeks after the first time Jake had sat with you, you found yourselves in the library again on a rainy afternoon, sitting across from each other at the same table as always. His eyebrows were furrowed as he typed on his computer, and you couldnât help but watch him. He had never typed that fast before, and you were curious what had him doing so.
âWhat are you working on?â you asked, your voice raspy from not being used for a few hours.
Jake continued typing, his eyes still focused on his laptop.
âJake?â
His eyes flicked up to yours, and he gave you a small, apologetic smile. âSorry, were you trying to get my attention?â
âYes, but itâs okay,â you said, resting your chin in your hand. âWhat are you working on?â
Jake sighed, removing his glasses and rubbing his face. You hadnât even known that Jake wore glasses until he walked into the library a few days ago, when he told you that he never wore them around other people because he thought it was embarrassing.
âItâs this stupid lab report,â he said after a moment, sliding his glasses back on. âMy lab partner was supposed to have his part done a few days ago, but he literally dropped off the face of the earth. I havenât been able to contact him, and now the lab report is due tonight, so Iâm doing the whole damn thing.â
âThat sucksâIâm sorry,â you said. âI think group projects are the dumbest thing ever. Thereâs nothing you can do if the other people donât do their work.â
âI guess I could email my professor,â he said, rubbing his neck. âBut heâs kinda an asshole.â
This made you smile. âReally?â
âYes, heâs the fucking worst.â Jake threw his head back and groaned, and you couldnât help but stare at the muscular column of his neck. âHe barely explains anything, and when he does, none of us can even understand it. Iâve just been teaching myself everything because he obviously isnât going to do it himself.â
âPoor Jakey,â you hummed, and you noticed a hint of pink in his cheeks at the nickname. âThat must be really hard on top of your packed schedule.â
Jake smiled at you as he crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. âI seriously think you only hang out with me just because you enjoy giving me shit.â
You smirked. âItâs not my fault you make it so entertaining.
âHow in the world do I make it entertaining?â
âIt just seems like you want someone to put you in your place.â
Jakeâs eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned toward you. âWhat does that mean?â
You shrugged, and you knew that you had Jake waiting on your next words with baited breath. âJake, be honest with yourself: you like having someone who doesnât treat you like the second coming of Jesus Christ himself. I feel like thereâs a reason you keep coming to sit with me, and it isnât because Iâm helping you study.â
Jake scoffed, glancing to the side before his eyes returned to your face. âWhat if I just like sitting with you because it gets boring studying alone all the time? That, and you looked so lonely sitting over here by yourself all the time.â
Now it was your turn to look at him in disbelief. âExcuse me?â
âDonât look at me like that,â Jake said, gazing at you with an intensity that made your head spin. âYou know Iâm right. You always stared at me when I was walking byâitâs like you were practically begging me to come keep you company.â
âI was not!â You leaned forward.
âYes, you were,â he countered, leaning towards you in return. Your faces were mere inches apart.
âThen prove it.â
âHow the fuck am I supposed to prove that?â His breath was warm against your face.
âRemember, the burden of proof is yoursânot mine.â
Jakeâs eyes flicked to your lips, but this time, he didnât look away.
âYouâre really annoying, library girlâyou know that?â he said, his voice much quieter than it had been a moment ago.
âNot as annoying as you, soccer boy,â you breathed as Jake slowly closed the gap between you.
âYouâre the fucking worst,â he murmured before his lips brushed against your own.
Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. You were alone with Jake Sim on the fifth floor of the library, the slanting rain hitting the windows beside you in heavy sheets, and his lips were now pressed to yours. Your noses brushed as your eyes fluttered closed, and you found that it was all too easy to kiss him back.
Your mouths worked together effortlessly, and part of you wondered if Jake kissed Lacy as tenderly as he kissed you. He lifted his hand to your cheek and caressed the soft skin there. You groaned softly at his touchâand thatâs when he froze.
âWhatâs wrong?â you whispered against his lips. Jake pulled back, and your eyes flew open as he immediately began to shove his belongings into his backpack.
âJake?â you rushed. He wouldnât meet your eyes. âDid I do something wrong?â
âI have to go,â he said, shaking his head as he stood. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, taking off his glasses and shoving them into his pocket as he turned on his heel.
You stood, trying to grab his wrist, but he was moving too quickly. âJake? Please just tell me whatâs wrong.â
He shook his head as he rounded the corner, disappearing from your field of vision. And suddenly, you were alone. You sank to your chair slowly and placed your face in your hands, trying to stop the thoughts from spinning out of control. You had no idea what you had done wrong, but the thought that you had potentially ruined your friendship with Jake had tears welling up in your eyes.
âY/n?â
You froze mid-step. You were walking through the deserted, tree-lined grounds of your university after a late-night study session in the library. You had an organic chemistry exam the next day, and you were frustrated at how difficult it had been for you to focus on your studies recently.
It had been a week since Jake had disappeared suddenly after kissing you, and you hadnât seen him in the library since. You went to the soccer game that weekend just to see a glimpse of him on the fieldâto reassure yourself that he was okay, and that you hadnât hallucinated him. You could've sworn that you saw his eyes searching the stands throughout the game, but you wondered if you had simply imagined that just to ease the ache in your heart.
Another thing you were unsure of was whether or not you had hallucinated the budding friendship and eventual kiss you and Jake had shared. From the way he disappeared from your life so quickly, you were starting to think you had dreamt it.
Once you turned around, your eyes landed on Jake, who was standing a few meters behind you.
âWhat do you want?â you asked, your voice revealing just how exhausted you were.
âY/n, Iâm sorry,â he said, his eyes searching your face. âI fucked up.â
You pursed your lips together and shrugged. âI mean, I get it. You kissed me, realized that wasnât what you wanted, and left. I canât be mad at you for that.â
âYou can, and you should be,â he said. He swallowed, and you could see his throat bob as he thought about what to say next. âAnd I do want you, y/n. More than anything.â
You shook your head slowly as Jake finally took a step toward you. âWhat about Lacy?â
âI broke up with her,â he said, still slowly closing the gap between you. âThatâs why I left. I might be a lot of things, but Iâm not a cheater, so I went straight from the library to her sorority house and ended things between us that night.â
âWhy didnât you do that before you kissed me?â
âBecause I didnât realize how badly I wanted to kiss you until that night.â He was now standing directly in front of you.
You still had a dozen questions floating around in your head. âSo why did you disappear for a week?â
âLacy is⌠complicated.â He paused for a moment, gazing down at you. âIf I immediately came to you after breaking up with her, she would do everything in her power to make your life hell. I wanted to keep her away from you while she processed her emotionsâyouâre safer that way.â
âHas this happened to you before?â you asked, a hint of a smile on your lips.
âNot me, but one of my ex-teammates,â Jake said, a distant look crossing his face as he remembered. âWhen he broke up with her, she did everything in her power to get back at him, which included going after his new girlfriend.â
âShould I be scared?â
âNot as long as Iâm around,â he murmured, lifting his hand and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âIâm so sorry, y/n. This last week has been torture without you.â
âI thought you would be fine,â you said, noticing the longing in his eyes. âAfter all, we just hang out in the library together. Nothing more.â
âIs that all you want us to be? People who just hang out in the library together?â
Your breath caught in your throat at the intensity in his eyes. âNo⌠I don't know. In what world would things work out between us?â
He cocked his head to the side, still playing with your hair. âWhat do you mean?â
âWe come from different worlds, Jake. You're a celebrity on campusâeveryone knows your name, but nobody knows mine.â
âBut I know your name,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âDoesn't that count for something?â
You dropped your gaze to the ground and shook your head slightly. âOf course it does. I just⌠you're the best soccer player this school has ever seen. Youâre the captain, for Christâs sake. I don't want to jeopardize that for you.â
âWhat if I want to be more than just a soccer player?â Jake murmured. âWhat if I want to be yours?â
He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your face upwards so that your eyes met his again. You searched his face, and your heart began to pound even harder as you realized that there was nothing but sincerity there.
âBut what if I ruin everything for you?â
âYou won't.â His lips were centimeters from yours.
âPromise?â
âPromise.â
That was all it took. Your lips crashed into his, all the longing and desire of the past few weeks bursting within you. Jake immediately tangled one hand in your hair as the other drew you closer to him, and the way he kissed you told you that he was in no rush. He knew you were all his, and he was going to take his time getting to know every part of you.
âOh, Jake,â you moaned against his mouth as his tongue traced the curve of your bottom lip. You had completely forgotten where you wereâthe only thing you knew was the feeling of Jake pressed against you, his hardness meeting your softness in a way that made your head spin with desire.
âYou have no idea how badly Iâve wanted to do this during the past week,â he said breathlessly. âI haven't been able to get you off my mind.â
And from the way he kissed you, he knew he was telling the truth. It was as if he had run out of air, and you were the breath he needed to bring him back to life. You couldn't believe just how badly he needed you.
âJake,â you breathed. âIs now a good time to bring up the fact that Iâve never seen where you live?â
A knowing smile spread across his face. âDo you want to?â
âYes, please.â
The walk back to Jakeâs house was torturous. He only lived a few minutes from campus, but every touch and breath felt alive with unspoken want.
âWho do you live with?â you asked, trying to distract yourself from how desperately you needed Jake.
âSome of the boys from the soccer team,â he responded casually. âHeeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jungwon. Heeseung and Jay share a room, but everyone else has their own.â
âAre they home right now?â you asked cautiously.
Jake cast his eyes to yours as you turned the corner into his street. âProbably not. It's pretty rare that we're all home at the same time.â
You sighed in relief, nodding slightly. âGood.â
The corner of Jakeâs lip turned upward, and he gestured toward a large, white house that had ivy creeping up the sides. âHere we are.â
âIt's beautiful,â you said in awe, pausing for a moment as you took it in. âI always wanted to get a house off-campus, but I always just end up living in the dorms.â
âYou still live in the dorms?â he asked, leading you up the steps to the front door. âAren't you a junior?â
You reddened slightly. âYeah, but I don't mind it. I don't have to cook for myself, I don't have to clean my bathroom, and I really like my roommate.â
Jake opened the door of the house, pushing the door open to reveal a spacious living room decorated with plush couches and posters of the soccer team hung up around the space.
âThis is cozier than I expected,â you said, looking around briefly before Jake gestured for you to follow him up the stairs.
âWere you expecting some dark, dingy basement?â
You snorted as you trekked upwards. âKinda.â
âWell, hold your judgments. You haven't seen my room yet.â
You had never imagined what Jakeâs room would look like, but you knew that what you saw behind the closed door was not what you had expected.
âWow,â you murmured, stepping into the room before Jake and allowing him to shut the door behind you. It was not particularly large, but he had made good use of the space he did have. The bed was pressed up against the window, and there were a few different textbooks strewn across it. His desk was covered in even more textbooks, which contrasted the variety of soccer trophies adorning the shelves. The room was perfectly Jake, and you found the slight messiness of it endearing.
âWhat do you think?â Jake asked, and you detected a hint of shyness in his voice. As you turned around and looked at him, you realized that you were probably one of the only people who Jake had ever allowed to see this part of him.
âI love it,â you said, stepping towards him to close the gap between you. âIt's very you.â
He snorted. âWhat does that mean?â
âIt's the perfect mix of soccer boy and physics boy. Just as I expected.â
âIf that's the case, then what does your dorm room look like? A library?â Yet again, your mouths were almost touching.
âYou'll just have to come over sometime and find out, won't you?â you suggested, pretending your heart wasn't hammering away in your chest at being alone with Jake in his bedroom.
âI guess I will,â Jake said against your lips. You leaned forward slightly, pressing your mouth to his in a hungry kiss. His hand immediately found its way to the small of your back, drawing you closer to him so that your bodies were flush.
As much as you hated to admit it, you had no sexual experience. You liked to think that you knew more than the average 21-year-old, but you were woefully unaware of what exactly happened in situations like this. You had always been so focused on your studies that you never even considered dating, so you had no idea what to do or what to touch.
This became evident to Jake after a moment. He must have realized that you didn't know what to do with your hands or body, because he pulled back slightly and ran a hand through your hair.
âHave you everâŚâ he started, and you quickly shook your head.
âNo,â you whispered, looking down. It occurred to you that Jake was probably very experienced in all things sexual, and here you were, only having ever kissed one boy back in high school. You felt yourself turn hot with shame.
âY/n, you shouldn't feel embarrassed,â he whispered. âLook at me.â
You slowly gazed up at him, his eyes full of tenderness. âIâm sorry.â
He kissed your lips softly. âThere is absolutely nothing to be sorry for. If you don't want to do this, we don't have to. I want you to feel comfortable. We can take this as slow as you want.â
You swallowed as you brought your hand to his cheek. âI want itâmore than anything. I just have no clue what I'm doing, that's all.â
âPoor library girl,â Jake chuckled, but his eyes radiated with affection. âI guess this wasn't something you could study in a textbook, huh?â
You couldn't help but smile. âI guess not.â
âWell, luckily for you,â Jake began, placing his hands on your hips and slowly backing you toward the bed. âI happen to be an excellent teacher.â
You felt the heat crawl up your neck, an unfamiliar feeling spreading between your legs. âGuess you'll have to teach me, then. I happen to be an excellent student.â
âGuess so, library girl,â Jake said, connecting your lips. You noticed that his movements were slower, more intentional, now that he knew the weight of this moment. He would be your first, and you knew that he was going to do it right. Your heart swelled as you placed your hand low on his chest.
A low groan rumbled from his chest at this, and you felt your thighs clench. The fact that you had made Jake Sim make a noise like that seemed impossible, but here you were.
âIâm going to take your shirt off,â Jake mumbled against your lips. âIs that okay?â
You nodded, and Jake grabbed the bottom of the soft fabric and lifted it over your head, revealing the red bralette you were wearing underneath. He then slowly pulled off your bralette, leaving your top bare. He inhaled sharply as he took in the curve of your breasts and waist, and he simply stared for a moment before lifting his eyes to yours. âYou're perfect.â
âSays you,â you responded. âYou should take your shirt off, too. I've been aching to see what you look like without it.â
Jake gave you an amused grin. âYou've really been imagining me shirtless?â
âWhat?â you asked, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âI know how hard you guys work out. Of course Iâve been imagining you shirtless.â
âSuit yourself, then,â Jake shrugged, tugging his shirt off. Your eyes widened as you took in the muscles there, each perfectly defined from his neck all the way down to where his sweatpants hugged his waist.
âCan I⌠touch them?â you asked, still entranced.
Jake let out a genuine laugh. âWhat kind of question is that, library girl?â
You pouted as your hands ghosted over the lines of his stomach. âJust wanted to make sure.â
âFair enough,â he said, his breaths becoming slightly more shallow as your cold fingers met his skin. âYou can touch whatever you want, you know.â
âReally?â you asked, trying to convey a confidence you did not feel. âAnything? Even this?â
Your hand found its way down to the bulge in his pants, and Jake groaned softly at your touch. You were intrigued by how his length felt beneath your hand.
âYou're already so hard,â you observed, lightly tracing your fingers over him. You watched as his lips parted slightly, and you thoroughly enjoyed the effect you had on him.
âWhat else did you expect?â he breathed, moistening his lips with his tongue. âYou have no fucking clue what you do to me, y/n.â
âI would love to find out,â you said, your fingers still tracing the outline of his cock.
âIâll show youâbut not yet.â
You raised an eyebrow, but Jake was already tugging your pants down your legs. You immediately felt completely exposed, and you had half a mind to cover yourself up. Nobody had ever seen this part of you, and it was the most intimate thing you had ever experienced.
âYouâre so fucking hot, baby,â Jake said, his words verging on being a moan. He paused for a moment, still drinking you in. âHave you ever⌠touched yourself?â
Your cheeks flushed. âYes.â
âSo you know how good it can feel?â
You nodded again.
âGood, because I really want to see what you taste like, but I didn't want it to be too much.â
You felt your muscles tighten. âThat sounds really fucking hot.â
âThen let me do it,â he whispered. You nodded before Jake slowly pushed you onto the bed, crouching down in front of you. Yet again, you felt utterly exposed, but you didn't mind it. Jake kept looking at you as if you were a goddess, and it helped alleviate some of the anxiety you felt from your first sexual experience.
âSpread your legs for me, y/n,â he murmured, and you obliged. Jakeâs mouth neared your center slowly, and he looked into your eyes as his tongue made contact with your folds.
An intense wave of pleasure made its way through your body, and you immediately let out a moan that you had never heard before. This seemed to encourage Jake to continue, and he flicked his tongue over your clit repeatedly.
âOh, fuck,â you breathed, immediately digging your hands into Jakeâs ruffled hair. He continued sucking and licking you, and you were amazed by how long you had lived not knowing how amazing it felt to have someone worshipping you between your legs. You were almost worried that you would never let Jake do anything else after this.
âWhy does it feel so f-fucking good?â you stammered, your thighs squeezing involuntarily around Jakeâs head. He hummed happily against your folds before he moved downwards slightly, allowing his tongue to penetrate you. The unfamiliar sensation made you see stars, and you cried out from the intensity of it.
âH-holy fuck,â you whimpered, bucking your hips into Jakeâs face. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs to keep you still as he continued to fuck you with his tongue, and it took everything in you to not lose control. âJake, p-please. Please, baby, pleaseââ
Jake continued to watch you as he worked on you, and you could tell from the way his fingers tightened against your thighs that he was enjoying every second of it immensely. With his tongue inside you and his nose rubbing against your clit with every movement, you could do nothing but cry out repeatedly and dig your fingers into Jakeâs scalp.
After another moment, you felt as if you were going to burst. A pleasurable feeling built between your thighs before spreading to your chest and neck, and you screamed Jakeâs name as you came on his tongue. He lapped up every bit of the liquid that gushed from you, and his tongue did not stop until your body stilled.
âDid it feel good?â he asked, moving so that he was now hovering over you. You wrapped your hand around the back of his head and pulled his lips toward yours, tasting the saltiness that was now on his lips.
âBetter than I knew possible,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âI don't know how it can get better.â
Jake flashed a mischievous grin. âWanna find out?â
You nodded, your eyes widening as Jake stood before you and pulled his pants down, allowing his full length to spring free. You swallowed, taking in the way his toned abdominal muscles yielded to a deep-set v that led straight to the hardness you couldn't take your eyes off of.
âJake, Iââ you started, beginning to feel a familiar pang of nervousness in your stomach. âIâve never done this before. Ever.â
âI know, baby,â he murmured, crawling onto the bed so that he was above you again. âIâll take it slow and talk you through everything I do. If you want me to stop, just say the word and I will.â
You gave him a small smile, and you noticed how hungrily Jake scanned your body before kissing you briefly. He then pulled away.
âIâm gonna spread your legs now,â he murmured to you, using his hand to gently pull your thighs apart. âNow, Iâm gonna put on a condom and line myself up.â
You craned your neck slightly to watch as Jake grasped his cock in his hand, pumping it a couple times before grabbing a condom and tearing it open with his teeth. He rolled it on before gently placing his tip against your entrance. âAre you ready?â
You nodded, not realizing that Jake was not looking at you. His eyes lifted to yours, a small smile playing on his lips. âYou gotta communicate, baby.â
âSorry,â you breathed, your body aching for Jake in a way you had never felt before. âIâm ready.â
Jake hummed before slowly parting your folds with his cock. âIâm gonna put it in now. Try to relax, okay?â
âOkay,â you whispered, and you gasped sharply as Jake slowly pushed the head of his cock inside you.
âAre you okay?â he asked, pausing to press a kiss to your forehead.
âIâm fine,â you said, your voice shaky. âJust getting used to it, that's all. Keep going.â
Jake caressed your cheek as he continued to press himself into you, and you felt tears sting your eyes from the sharpness of being filled for the first time. There was pain, yes, but you could also detect the underlying pleasure that was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.
It took longer than you expected for him to be fully buried inside you. You let out a breath you hadn't even realized you had been holding, and you continued to stare at the part of you that Jakeâs length had disappeared inside. You could barely fathom the fact that Jake Sim was inside you.
âRelax, baby,â Jake murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple. âLet me know when you're ready, and Iâll start moving.â
âOkay,â you breathed, and you noticed that Jake was taking deep breaths as he gazed at you to help you do the same. You followed his breathing pattern, feeling your muscles relax slightly, before you nodded almost imperceptibly. âI think Iâm ready.â
Jake gave you a small smile before he slowly withdrew his hips from you, his cock glistening with your arousal. He then gently pushed back in, and you gasped softly at the sensation of being filled yet again. The sharpness of his presence was still there, but you found that, with each thrust, the pain lessened and morphed into something far more pleasurable.
âHow does it feel?â Jake asked, his hips still slowly rocking into you. He didn't dare increase his pace until you gave the word.
âIt still hurts, but it also feels really good,â you whispered, scanning his face. You expected to see some sort of impatience there, or some sort of hint that he was irritated with your lack of sexual experience, but you saw none of that. The only thing you could see was his utter devotion to you, and that allowed you to fully relax.
âGo faster,â you said. Jake kissed you briefly before nodding, easing his thrusts into a faster pace. You were embarrassed at the quiet moans that left your lips, but you couldn't stop. It seemed as if relaxing had been the key, and now that you had done so, the pain was almost all gone. Now, you were able to enjoy the sensation of Jake inside you.
âHow's that, library girl?â Jake asked.
âFeels alright, soccer boy,â you said nonchalantly, but the look on your face gave away just how much you were enjoying yourself. âCould be better, though.â
âAny study tips?â he asked, still thrusting into you with every shallow breath.
âIâm not sure because Iâve never taken this class before,â you shrugged. âBut I feel like going faster would help.â
Jake grinned before increasing his pace yet again, and you couldn't help but cry out with each snap of his hips into yours. You clamped a hand to your mouth to stifle the sounds, but Jake shook his head.
âI wanna hear you, Y/n,â he groaned, his eyes half-lidded from pleasure. âI wanna hear how well I fuck you.â
You removed your hand from your mouth and allowed yourself to let go. You closed your eyes briefly as the broken sounds left your lips, and you could tell from Jakeâs wild movements that he was reaching his climax. His low grunts turned into high-pitched whines as he continued moving inside you.
âFuck, baby,â Jake whimpered, leaning down to kiss you. âIâm so fucking close.â
âI want you to cum for me, Jake,â you moaned against his lips. The sound of skin hitting skin as well as Jakeâs pants met your ears, and you could only watch as Jake finally found his release. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a series of ungodly sounds that almost made you orgasm again. His hips slowly rolled inside you as you felt his cock twitch repeatedly, and when he was finally finished, he collapsed on top of you.
âHow was it?â he asked, breathless. He lifted his head slightly and pressed a series of lazy kisses across your face and neck.
âBetter than I thought possible,â you responded, wrapping your arms around his muscular back. âCan we do it again?â
Jake laughedâreally laughed, and you couldn't help but join him. âOf course, but maybe give me a few minutes first.â
âThe soccer captain doesn't have the stamina to go multiple rounds in a row? That's sad.â
Jake narrowed his eyes at you. âI have the stamina, but my dick doesn't. Give it a second.â
You giggled, lifting your head to press a kiss to Jakeâs soft lips. âFine. But I expect at least two more rounds tonight, got it?â
âAbsolutely.â
And as many times as Jake made love to you that night, there was always one question lingering in the back of your mind that you could not shake. How many times had Jake had sex with Lacy in the exact same spot where you had just lost your virginity to him? You hoped you never found out.
You came back for summer. You got him instead. Sun, salt, and scandal, Jejuâs elite playground is back in session, and so is your favorite mistake: Lee Heeseung. Your enemy. Your almost. Your what-if. One house apart. One argument away. One drink too many from disaster.
pairing: enemy!heeseung x reader !
warnings: yearning slow burn strong language possessiveness jealousy alcohol banter secrecy angst parties rich people (yes, that's a separate warning) loads of sexual tension porn with plot
warnings (smut): multiple sex scenes titplay nipple play handjob grinding fingering penentration unprotected sex (no!) friends with benefits enemies to lovers cumplay overstimulation... (more to be added)
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(Masterlist)
HELL HAD A VERY SPECIFIC SMELL.
Not sulfur. Not smoke. Not whatever dramatic nonsense poets liked to compare suffering to, or any of the bullshit propaganda movies liked to spread.Â
No, hell, in your experience, smelled like salt in the air and expensive sunscreen. Like sun-warmed pavement and blooming jasmine climbing over white-painted fences. Like the ocean sitting just close enough to hear from your bedroom window, taunting you with the promise of peace you were never actually going to get.
Hell smelled like summer in Jeju Island. And unfortunately, you had just arrived.
You stood in the driveway of your familyâs beach house with your sunglasses sliding down your nose and your patience already clinically deceased, staring at the towering white house like it had personally offended you. Which, honestly, it had. The place looked like every rich familyâs Pinterest board had thrown up on it, ivy curling around stone walls, floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the blinding afternoon sun, hydrangeas blooming obnoxiously blue along the front walk.
Beautiful. Expensive. Full of memories you preferred not to examine too closely. Your mother stepped out of the car behind you with the kind of energy only women with fresh manicures and vacation plans possessed.
âDonât just stand there,â she said, already fishing her oversized sunhat from her tote bag. âHelp your father with the luggage.âÂ
You adjusted your sunglasses and gave the house one last deeply unimpressed look. âIâm considering simply walking into the ocean instead.â
From somewhere near the trunk, your father sighed. âAnd every year, you make the same joke.â
âBecause every year, the ocean remains an option.â
Your mother clicked her tongue, the universal sound of maternal disappointment, and handed you two bags anyway. âBe dramatic later. Weâre already late for dinner at the club tonight.â
Of course you were. Summer in Jeju Island wasnât really summer. It was a social performance with a beachfront view. Three months of yacht parties, country club dinners, charity galas disguised as drinking events, and the same old-money families pretending they didnât all know each otherâs scandals already. Everyone here had grown up together, gone to the same private schools, kissed the same people, ruined each otherâs lives in aesthetically pleasing ways. It was beautiful. It was exhausting.
It was home, in the most unfortunate sense of the word.
You hauled your bag up the front steps, pushing the door open with your shoulder. The familiar coolness of the house greeted you immediately, air conditioning and polished wood and lemon-scented cleaning products. Somewhere upstairs, your childhood room waited exactly as youâd left it last August, probably still holding the ghosts of every bad decision youâd made between seventeen and twenty-two. A charming thought.Â
You dropped your bags by the staircase and wandered toward the kitchen, where your mother was already directing the opening of windows and the placement of flowers like she was staging a home magazine shoot.
She looked over her shoulder at you. âAnd before I forget,â she said, in the dangerously casual tone mothers used right before ruining your day, âbe nice to the Lees this summer.â
You stopped mid-reach for the lemonade pitcher. Slowly, you turned. âExcuse me?â
âThe Lees,â she repeated, as if she hadnât just spoken your personal curse into existence. âWeâre having them over next weekend, and I would appreciate it if you didnât start any unnecessary arguments.â
You stared at her. There was a long, silent moment in which your soul quietly left your body and floated somewhere over the Atlantic. Then, âIâd like it officially noted,â you said, setting the pitcher down with great dignity, âthat I never start the arguments.â
Your mother gave you a look. You gave her one back. She won. âYou absolutely do.â
âI finish them beautifully,â you corrected. âThatâs different.â
She sighed, turning back to her flowers. âJust behave. Especially with Heeseung.â And there it was. The name. The final nail in the coffin. Lee Heeseung. Your lifelong enemy. Your annual migraine. The human embodiment of every smug text message left on read.
Next door. Living, unfortunately.
You leaned against the kitchen counter and closed your eyes for one brief moment, like maybe if you didnât move, the universe would take pity on you and reverse time. It did not. Because of course he was here. He was always here.
Every summer since childhood had come with three guarantees: humidity, your motherâs obsession with hosting dinners, and Lee Heeseung existing entirely too close to your personal space. Your families had been friends forever, which meant your lives had been annoyingly, inescapably intertwined since before either of you had enough common sense to avoid each other.
There were photos somewhere, horrifying evidence, of the two of you as children on the same beach, him with scraped knees and you with a missing front tooth, already looking like you were one wrong comment away from attempted murder.
Some things, apparently, were timeless. As teenagers, it had only gotten worse. Heâd grown into his face in the kind of unfair way that shouldâve required government intervention, too handsome, too charming, too aware of both. The kind of boy adults loved and girls wrote bad poetry about. Golden boy energy in expensive linen. Meanwhile, you had perfected the art of making eye contact while verbally destroying someone. Naturally, you got along terribly.
Every summer had become its own tradition of verbal warfare, stolen drinks at parties, arguments on docks at midnight, insults dressed up as flirting and flirting disguised as threats. There had been one almost-kiss when you were nineteen, drunk and angry and standing far too close on his parentsâ balcony.
Neither of you had ever mentioned it again. Civilization had survived. Barely. Your mother was still talking. âHis mother mentioned he got back last week.â
Wonderful. Fantastic. Thrilling.âDid she also mention if heâs developed the ability to shut up?â you asked.
âShe mentioned heâs doing very well.â Of course he was. Lee Heeseung was always doing very well. He probably woke up looking expensive and emotionally unavailable. You poured yourself a glass of lemonade with the gravity of someone preparing for battle.
âGreat. I canât wait to not care.â
Your mother pointed a flower stem at you. âI mean it. No fighting.â
You took a sip. âWith all due respect, mother, if Lee Heeseung and I stop fighting, one of us has probably died.â
From the front yard came the low sound of a car door shutting. Then another. Your fatherâs voice drifted in from outside, greeting someone. Your mother brightened instantly. âOh! Perfect timing.â
No. Absolutely not. You set the glass down very, very slowly. âNo,â you said. She smiled the smile of a woman who had already decided your fate.
âYes. Go say hello.â You looked toward the window like it might offer an emergency exit. Sunlight poured across the garden. Beyond the hydrangeas and white fencing sat the neighboring house, just as grand, just as obnoxiously perfect. And somewhere in that orbit of privilege and poor decision-making was Heeseung. Back for another summer. Meaning your peace, your dignity, and probably your better judgment had all officially expired.
You inhaled once. Exhaled. Straightened your sunglasses like armor. âWell,â you muttered, heading for the door, âwelcome back to hell.â
The universe, unfortunately, had a sense of humor.
Because the second you stepped out onto the front porch, armed with sunglasses, a bad attitude, and the vague hope that maybe your father had been greeting the mailman instead of your greatest seasonal inconvenience, you saw him.
Leaning against the hood of his car like heâd been placed there by an overly confident romance novelist. Of course. Of course Lee Heeseung would make an entrance by simply existing in expensive sunlight.
His car was obnoxious. Sleek, black, expensive enough to probably have its own trust fund. It sat in the driveway of the house next door like a personal insult, gleaming under the late afternoon sun while he leaned against it with all the irritating ease of a man who had never once struggled to be liked. White linen shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. Dark sunglasses pushed back into his hair. Skin already carrying the kind of summer tan people paid money to fake.
And that smirk. That stupid, smug, entirely too familiar smirk. Your father was by the front gate, already deep in conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Lee, who were as lovely as ever, warm, elegant, and somehow still producing that man without demanding an apology from the universe.
Mrs. Lee spotted you first. âOh, there she is!â There was genuine affection in her voice, which made this all worse. You pasted on your best socially acceptable smile and walked down the steps with the slow, resigned grace of someone approaching their own execution.
Mrs. Lee kissed your cheek, your mother appeared from somewhere behind you like sheâd been waiting for this exact moment, and within seconds both sets of parents were exchanging the usual summer pleasantries.
How was the drive?
How long are you staying?
Youâve gotten so grown up.
We must have dinner together soon.
The rich-people mating dance. You answered where necessary, smiled where required, and tried very hard not to look to your left. Naturally, you failed. Because Heeseung was looking directly at you. Still leaning there. Still smirking. Like heâd been waiting for this.
You crossed your arms instinctively. He pushed himself off the car. Slowly. Like a villain with excellent posture. Then, with the audacity of a man untouched by divine punishment, he looked you over once, head to toe, unhurried, deeply annoying, and said, âMissed me?â
- Two best friends go on a budget trip to Japan, only to accidentally book a love hotel for their entire stay. What starts as laughter and harmless fun slowly turns into lingering touches, stolen glances, and undeniable tensionâuntil one night changes everything, and theyâre forced to confront feelings theyâve been hiding for far too long.
tags: explicit sexual content, consensual sex, multiple rounds, oral sex (f receiving, m receiving), filming with consent, mirror sex, semi-public setting, overstimulation, light possessiveness, dirty talk, praise kink, body worship, breast fixation, shower/jacuzzi sex
wc: 11,900
rie's note: this was from last year>< so expect errors ahead! enjoy the ride! like,reblogs, and FEEDBACKS đđťđĽšđđťare highly appreciated :3 added more scenes hence the lil different writing style heh
You were halfway through your iced americano when Park Sunghoon slid into the seat across from you with the kind of urgency only someone who forgot to buy concert tickets would have.
âI did it,â he said, slightly breathless. âI found the cheapest possible hotel in Tokyo for five nights. Iâm talking dirt-cheap.â
You raised an eyebrow. âAnd by âcheapestâ you mean weâll be sharing a closet with a raccoon family orâ?â
âNo, no. This place looks fine. Clean. Themed. Cute. I think the rooms are based on trains or something.â
You blinked at him. âTrains?â
âYeah,â he shrugged, like that explained everything. âItâs called âFantasy Express.â Kind of a vibe, right?â
ââŚDoesnât that sound like a porn parody of the Shinkansen?â
Sunghoon gave you a blank look. âYou said budget. I delivered. Be grateful.â
You snorted and took a sip of your drink. âRight. This better not end with me cuddling you for warmth in a windowless shoebox.â
He grinned. âIs that a threat or a promise, bestie?â
You flipped him off, laughing. But deep down, you were buzzing with excitement â not just because of the trip, but because it had been years since you and Sunghoon got away together.
After college, everything changed. Jobs, time zones, relationships that fizzled out before they even began. But Sunghoon was constant. He was the one person who could make you laugh even when you were crying into your broken laptop at 2 a.m. He was the voice note at midnight, the âI made too much ramen, come over,â the comfort in chaos.
So when the two of you finally managed to book this long-overdue trip to Japan, it felt like pressing pause on real life. No deadlines. No drama. Just the two of you, trains, street food, and maybe â if the stars aligned â a little karaoke.
Youâd been talking about it since your second year in college. A pinky promise made over shared takoyaki from a food stall on your campus lawn.
âOne day, weâll go. Just you and me. Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka. A no-plan plan.â
You remembered that promise because Sunghoon never broke his.
Which is why you didnât question it when he said heâd handle the hotel. And flights. And a few âmust-seeâ locations, because even though you called it a âno-plan plan,â you both knew you were the chaotic one.
The night before your flight, Sunghoon came over to help you pack. In reality, he just sat on your bed, eating your snacks and judging your underwear choices.
âWhy do you need seven pairs for five days?â he asked, mouth full of chips.
âIn case I fall into a river. Or sweat. Or get possessed and pee myself. I donât know, leave me alone.â
He laughed and reached over to zip your suitcase, fingers brushing yours for a second too long.
Neither of you mentioned it.
The flight was smooth. You watched a rom-com, he watched anime. You fell asleep on his shoulder. He didnât move.
When you landed in Tokyo, everything felt surreal â the bright signs, the clean air, the sense that something new was about to happen.
The train ride to the hotel was quiet. You scrolled through Instagram while Sunghoon triple-checked the hotel address on Google Maps.
âWeâre almost there,â he said, pointing to a small tucked-away building near the corner of a quiet street.
It looked decent. Small. Cozy. A glowing pink sign above the entrance read:
âWelcome to FANTASY EXPRESS â All Aboard the Love Line!â
You stared at it. Then at him.
âHoon.â
âYeah?â
ââŚDid you just book us into a love hotel?â
Sunghoon blinked. Looked back up at the sign. Back at you. ââŚNo?â he tried, voice cracking halfway through. You deadpanned. âThis is literally vibrating with sex energy.â
âI thought it was themed!â
âIt is. The theme is fucking.â
He dropped his suitcase. âI swear on everything holy, I didnât know. I just thought it was quirky. It said âtrain carriage roomsâ and had cute colors!â
You stared at him, unblinking. âYou booked us into a love hotel. For five nights.â
A silence.
And then, slowly, the two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter â loud, ugly, bent-over laughter as passersby gave you weird looks.
Sunghoon wiped a tear from his eye. âGuess weâre really going on a ride.â
You shoved his shoulder, still laughing. âIdiot.â
The door slid open with a hiss, revealing the room Sunghoon had confidently reserved for five full nights.
You took one look inside and immediately stopped.
ââŚYouâre joking.â
âNope,â Sunghoon said in a flat voice, already sounding like he regretted every choice heâd ever made.
There were train handles hanging from the ceiling.
The walls had digital screens showing looped footage of Japanese countryside rolling past at high speed.
A faux train announcement played in the background every few minutes: âNext stop⌠pleasure.â
You turned slowly toward him. âSunghoon.â
âOkay, waitâjust hear me out.â
You stepped in and did a slow, horrified turn.
There was a chrome pole right in the middle of the room.
The bed looked like it was upholstered with actual train seats, complete with seat belts and tray tables. And worst of all, the mirrored ceiling had a blinking LED banner that read:
đ¨ âALL ABOARD â NONSTOP EXPRESSâ đ¨
You gaped. âSo its really is a love hotel.â
âNo itâs not! âŚOkay maybe. Technically. Butâlook, I didnât know! I thought it was just themed!â
âYou thought this was a railway-themed budget capsule, and not a sex train hotel?!â
âI didnât read that far down the listing, okay?! It was cheap and looked⌠clean! Plus the review said âlots of amenities!ââ
âSunghoon. Thereâs a vending machine for underwear's and condoms next to the door.â
He paused. Looked. ââŚOkay, Iâll give you that one. You sighed, dragging your suitcase in anyway. âWe are going to get diseases just by existing here.â
Sunghoon followed behind sheepishly, dragging his bag. âYou know, in a different light, this place is kind of hilarious.â
You turned to him and blinked. âWeâre literally sleeping in a porn set.â âA very affordable porn set.â
You flopped dramatically onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling mirror.
He was right. It was funny. And the more you looked at the blinking lights, the mood lighting, and the suggestively placed towel basket beside the bed, the harder it was to stop laughing.
You both ended up bent over, wheezing from laughter as the fake train announcement repeated:
âPassengers, please hold on⌠for your own safety.â
Ten Minutes Later
ââŚWait,â you muttered from the bathroom doorway. âIs that a jacuzzi?â
Sunghoon looked up from his phone. âA what?â
You pointed. âThereâs a jacuzzi in here. And⌠no way. Is that a sauna?â He came over and peeked in. Sure enough, tucked behind the ridiculously clean glass partition was a legit two-person jacuzzi tub with sleek jets, LED lighting, and a discreet shelf of complimentary scented oils. And beside it? A cramped but actual mini sauna, already set to a cozy 45°C.
âOh my god,â you whispered. âThey really want people to⌠marinate before theyââ
âOkay! Iâm not letting this place win,â Sunghoon cut in. âWe are taking full advantage. This shit is expensive in normal hotels.â
You looked at him in disbelief. âYou want to use the sex jacuzzi?â
He shrugged. âItâs just a tub. The jets donât know whatâs going on. You want to spend the night pouting, or do you want a hot bath with free tea tree oil?â
You groaned. âI hate that youâre making sense.â
Twenty Minutes Later
You were in the tub first â submerged in warm water, hair tied up, sighing as the jets eased the travel ache out of your spine.
âI feel gross about how good this is,â you mumbled.
Sunghoon was sitting just outside the sauna, half-wrapped in a towel, drinking water. âDonât get used to it. This is our peak. Weâre about to suffer in a train-themed sex chamber for five nights.â
âYou say that like itâs not your fault.â
He raised his hands in surrender. âFair.â You watched as steam curled off his shoulders, his skin flushed slightly pink from the sauna. He looked good. A little too good.
You quickly looked away and sank deeper into the water. Nope. Not thinking that.
You were best friends. The kind who shared hoodies and bitched about exes and had matching pajamas from a failed couples Halloween sale. You werenât supposed to be noticing how broad his chest was, or how low his towel sat on his hips.
He caught you looking. You snapped your head the other way.
A pause. âYou okay?â he asked, voice lower.
âYup,â you replied, too fast. âJust tired.â
You heard him chuckle under his breath. âYouâre a terrible liar.â
You splashed water at him. âGo back to your sauna.â
But the heat in your chest had nothing to do with steam.
You both climbed into the ridiculous velvet-upholstered bed and laid side by side, limbs awkwardly angled to avoid touching too much.
The train screen looped soft countryside visuals.
The LED sign above the mirror blinked softly:
âDonât miss your stopâŚâ
You stared at the ceiling. âWhy does this feel like the foreplay part of a drama?â
Sunghoonâs voice was low. âBecause everything here is designed for people to fuck.â
You both went quiet. Too quiet.
Then he added, a little too casually. âIf you get cold tonight, just say something.â
You turned your head slightly. His profile glowed in the soft red light. âI wonât.â
âI know.â But neither of you moved. Not yet.
You woke up to the smell of grilled fish and miso soup.
Blinking groggily, you turned your head to find Sunghoon already sitting up in bed, hair messy, skin flushed from sleep, and a gleam of childlike wonder in his eyes.
âRoom service,â he said simply, holding up a laminated card with neat checkboxes. âAnd itâs actually good. Like. Too good for this place.â
You sat up, blinking blearily at the silver-domed trays on the fold-out tray table. âWaitâthis place has room service?â
âApparently. I checked last night before sleeping. They serve breakfast to the room for âmaximum comfort and pleasure.ââ He did finger quotes around that last part. âVery suggestive. But also⌠delicious.â
He peeled the lid off one tray, and the smell immediately hit you: steaming rice, grilled salmon, soft tamagoyaki, pickled vegetables, and even a little matcha jelly cube for dessert.
Your stomach growled audibly.
âOh my god,â you mumbled, crawling across the bed like a zombie. âIâm never leaving.â
He passed you chopsticks. âSee? You talk a big game, but deep down, youâre just here for the perks.â
You dug in. âMmfâif you booked this place on purpose for this breakfast alone, I forgive you.â
âIâll take that as my official pardon,â he said, chewing on a piece of miso-glazed eggplant.
For a moment, the room was quiet â just soft clinks of chopsticks, muffled chewing, and the fake train sounds looping in the background.
And then, as always, came the banter.
âSo,â you said, mid-bite, âyou gonna keep walking around in that towel all morning orâŚ?â
Sunghoon glanced down at himself â still shirtless, his towel hanging loose around his hips as if he were starring in a shampoo commercial. He smirked. âJealous?â
You scoffed. âOf what? Your man boobs?â
âFirst of all,â he said, popping a grape into his mouth, âthese are pecs. Try not to cry when you see me in real lighting.â
âIâve seen you in fluorescent kitchen lights eating ramen at 2 a.m. Iâve survived worse.â
âIâve also seen you drunk with a sheet mask on and mismatched socks, so donât act superior.â
âThose socks were a fashion statement.â
He snorted. âA cry for help.â
After breakfast and a little too much matcha jelly, the two of you finally started getting dressed.
Or trying to, anyway.
You were standing at the small mirror near the door, brushing your teeth and fussing with your hair when you heard Sunghoon behind you, grunting in frustration.
âWhatâs your problem?â you asked, spitting out toothpaste.
âWhere the hell is the other sock I packed?â
You glanced over and nearly choked â he was half-dressed, hair still wet from the shower, towel hanging on the rack, shirt hanging off one shoulder like a K-drama lead in distress.
You raised a brow. âCheck your suitcase. Or maybe the laundry bag?â
He groaned dramatically and flopped onto the bed. âWhy does this always happen to me?â
âBecause your packing skills are trash.â
âYou packed seven pairs of underwear for five nights!â
âPrepared. Not chaotic.â
âPsychotic.â
You tossed a sock at his face. âShut up and wear this.â
He caught it, looked at the pattern â pastel pink with tiny peaches on them â and grinned.
âWait⌠these are your socks.â
âTheyâre clean. Be grateful.â
He gave you a playful look. âIf my feet feel too soft and feminine later, itâs your fault.â
You rolled your eyes. âYou could use a little softness.â There was a beat of quiet as you both finished dressing.
And then, almost too casually, Sunghoon asked, âYou good with the plan today? Shibuya, food, maybe teamLab Planets?â
You smiled. âHell yeah. Letâs go get blinded by LED art and overpay for strawberry mochi.â
You grabbed your tote bag, he slung his camera over his shoulder, and together you stepped out into the Tokyo sunlight â blinking against the sudden warmth, the city buzzing with life all around you.
The love hotelâs sliding door closed behind you with a soft mechanical hiss.
âGod, being outside feels illegal after that room,â you muttered, stretching.
Sunghoon yawned beside you. âWe need to get out as much as possible. If we spend too long in thereâŚâ
ââŚweâll end up using that pole, and not ironically.â
You said it jokingly, but the second it left your lips, you realized you were both thinking it.
You looked at him. He looked at you.
You both looked away.
Sunghoon cleared his throat and started walking. âRight. Food. Vibes. Letâs pretend weâre not staying in horny train hell.â
You followed, heart doing weird things.
By 10:30 a.m., you were already on your second iced drink and your fifth photo taken by Sunghoon.
"This oneâs blurry,â you said, looking over his shoulder as he flipped through the camera roll.
âYou moved,â he replied, flicking to the next one.
âI was mid-chew.â
âExactly. Candid.â
âYou got my molar in HD.â
He laughed, slinging the camera back over his shoulder. âYouâre welcome. Thatâs raw content.â
You stuck your tongue out at him and tugged him toward the next street corner, where a little taiyaki cart was steaming golden fish-shaped cakes onto paper trays.
He bought one with custard and one with sweet potato, handing you the first without asking â he always remembered your favorite.
The day passed in a colorful, unfiltered blur.
From Asakusaâs temple streets to Ueno Parkâs shaded paths, you strolled through the buzzing city under soft summer clouds, sharing bites of grilled yakitori, stopping at claw machines, and laughing until your stomach hurt every time Sunghoon got scammed by a vending machine.
âBro,â he groaned as his Pocari Sweat got stuck halfway. âI just wanted electrolytes.â
âThatâs what you get for bullying me about my socks.â
âThey are ridiculous.â
âAnd now theyâre your lucky socks, so shut up and suffer.â
He grinned, defeated, as you shook the machine for him until the drink finally dropped.
He brought the good camera â the one he only took out during special trips or when he really wanted to remember something.
At first, it was just the usual:
Colorful alleyways, Vintage signs, Cats in front of bookstores and Neon billboards starting to glow as dusk rolled in
But then the lens kept shifting toward you.
Heâd tilt the viewfinder just slightly to the left whenever you were sipping your drink, or smiling up at a paper lantern, or holding up a peace sign in front of a giant tanuki statue.
He didnât make a big deal out of it.
He never did.
Just snapped quietly, a small smile on his face, pretending to be adjusting settings every time you caught him in the act.
âStop taking pictures of me looking ugly,â you said as you leaned against a vending machine at golden hour.
âYou never look ugly,â he replied without thinking.
You blinked. He clicked his shutter.
You smacked his arm. âFlattery gets you nowhere, Park.â
âI was talking about the vending machine, actually.â
âOh, screw youââ
By late afternoon, the two of you were barefoot, wading through glowing water and walking across mirrored floors.
The floating flowers, the endless lights, the reflection of stars above and below you â it all felt surreal.
Sunghoon was quiet most of the time, too busy adjusting focus, waiting for the exact second a projection shifted, or the water stilled, or your silhouette lined up against the light.
âStay right there,â he murmured, crouching low.
You stood still, bathed in blue and purple.
A single glowing lily floated past your ankles.
Click.
When he finally looked up from the lens, his expression was soft, like heâd forgotten where you were â like the whole room was quiet just for a second.
You waved your arms. âEarth to perv?â
âSorry,â he mumbled, standing up and brushing dust off his knees. âJust⌠this lightingâs good.â
âMm-hmm. Youâre not slick.â
Dinner was ramen from a tiny shop hidden in an alley where no one spoke English and the broth was so rich it felt illegal.
You walked off the food through quiet backstreets, with neon signs humming above your heads and laundry flapping on upper balconies.
Sunghoon carried your bag without saying anything.
You bought him an ice cream without asking.
It was so easy. The kind of night you wanted to fold up and keep in your pocket forever.
At one point, you stopped to take a photo of your own â just a snapshot of him in the warm city light, licking ice cream and grinning.
âGot you,â you said, triumphant.
He raised a brow. âYou finally captured my beauty?â
âNo. I finally got proof you like vanilla.â
âYou said you wouldnât judge.â
âToo late.â
The fake train ambiance greeted you again as you entered the room â soft station chimes, muffled track sounds looping on the hidden speakers. You kicked off your shoes with a groan and threw your bag down like it betrayed you.
Sunghoon collapsed face-first on the bed. âWeâve walked 23,000 steps. I checked.â
âYouâre dramatic.â
âMy knees are 47 years old now.â
You laughed as you peeled off your socks. âOkay, Grandpa. Want me to book us an onsen for tomorrow?â
He didnât answer.
Instead, he lifted his head slowly, eyes narrowing at the frosted-glass door in the corner.
ââŚwait. We still havenât used the sauna together.â
You followed his gaze.
The in-room sauna and jacuzzi setup was tucked into the corner like an afterthought â sleek, surprisingly clean, and wildly over-the-top for the price. You hadnât dared touch it yet.
You raised a brow. âYou serious?â
He was already standing.
âIâm not walking like a gremlin tomorrow. Sauna it is.â
The small wooden sauna heated up quickly â enough for the two of you to sit side by side, towels wrapped around your waists, foreheads already glistening.
It smelled like cedar and something citrusy.
âI feel like weâre in a rich personâs armpit,â you muttered.
Sunghoon cracked up, head tilted back, eyes closed. âI feel like weâre about to get a motivational TED Talk from a man named Daisuke about financial freedom.â
You snorted. âWe are literally boiling ourselves in a love hotel sauna. What freedom?â
There was a pause.
Thenâ
âThis is nice though,â he admitted. âLike⌠surprisingly.â
You hummed, wiping sweat from your brow. âWe deserve it. That yakitori hunt was a whole workout.â
A beat passed.
âAlso, you were sweating this much at the gacha machine, so I feel like this is just your brand.â
âDonât come for my capsule toys. They bring me joy.â
âYour suitcase is full of tiny plastic sushi. Let that sink in.â
After the sauna, you both flopped into the jacuzzi â towels still on, bubbles swirling lazily, the overhead lighting dimmed to a soft purple glow.
You leaned back against the edge and sighed so dramatically that Sunghoon mimicked it seconds later.
âHaaaaa~â
âHaaaaa.â
ââŚWhy do you sound like a dying anime girl?â
âWhy do you sound like a wounded elk?â
You flicked a handful of bubbles at him, and he retaliated by splashing water into your face.
By the time you both settled down, your cheeks hurt from laughing.
He nudged your foot underwater. âHey. For real.â
You looked over.
âThis whole day was perfect. Thanks for not letting me book some sad capsule hotel instead.â
You smiled softly. âThanks for accidentally giving us the weirdest five days of our lives.â
A pause.
You both sank a little deeper into the water, the bubbles rising quietly between you.
Nothing else needed to be said.
Not yet.
After the sauna and jacuzzi, everything felt heavier â your limbs loose, your muscles relaxed, your brain pleasantly fuzzy in the best way.
Sunghoon handed you your toothbrush like always. Same side of the sink. Same rhythm. You brushed shoulder to shoulder, bumping elbows whenever one of you leaned over to spit.
You wore your oversized shirt â the one with faded cartoon prints and sleeves too long for your arms.
He wore a black tank top and gray sweats, his hair still damp and curling a bit at the nape.
It looked domestic.
Dangerously so.
You didnât comment on it.
The sheets were still warm when you both flopped down again â you on your side of the bed, Sunghoon sprawled diagonally, legs halfway off the edge like a kid after a sugar crash.
"What do we watch?â you mumbled, tugging the blanket over your legs.
âI found a channel earlier that only plays weird food documentaries,â he said. âOne of them was about a guy in Osaka who makes noodles with his feet.â
You blinked.
âThat sounds unappetizing.â
âAnd yet I couldnât look away.â
He flipped on the TV, and soon enough, soft narration in Japanese filled the room. Onscreen, a slow montage showed close-ups of dough, broth, and a man lovingly caressing noodles like they were his own children.
A second later, he tilted the screen toward you and snapped a photo of your mid-laugh face.
âDelete it,â you said.
âNope.â
âSunghoonââ
âThatâs a top-tier smile. Archive-worthy.â
You reached for the camera.
He held it just out of reach, laughing as you tried to climb over him, only to lose your balance and flop onto his side of the bed.
He oofed softly as your elbow landed against his stomach.
And thenâŚ
You didnât move.
Neither did he.
You were both breathing, barely, quiet again except for the soft murmur of the food show and the faint rumble of train sounds from the wall speaker â still looping, still somehow comforting.
Your head rested near his shoulder. His arm lay beside you, palm up.
You didnât think about how easy it would be to lace your fingers through it.
Because that wasnât the point.
Not tonight.
Eventually, you mumbled, âIâll fall asleep right here.â
âGood.â
âThen youâll complain that I drool.â
âI always do. Doesnât stop you.â
ââŚTrue.â
A beat passed.
Then Sunghoon shifted slightly, pulled the blanket over you too, and said, soft as a sigh:
âNight, dummy.â
You smiled into the pillow.
âNight, Hoon.â
You both woke up later than planned.
To no oneâs surprise, the blackout curtains plus the post-sauna coma plus the gentle train track sounds had knocked you both out cold.
When you opened your eyes, Sunghoon was already awake beside you, scrolling on his phone with bedhead and one eye squinting at the light.
âGood morning, Sleeping Beauty,â he greeted without looking.
You groaned and threw the blanket over your face. âWhy are you always so chipper in the morning?â
âI already ordered breakfast. Itâll be here in ten.â
That made you peek out
âPretty good options. Surprisingly tasty too.â
You narrowed your eyes. âDid you ate already?â
âI may have had a mini croissant. For science.â
The tray rolled in like a hotel drama â miso soup, boiled eggs, tamagoyaki, rice, fruit, juice, and coffee, all neatly arranged in little porcelain dishes.
âThis is way too fancy for a place with a pole in the corner,â you whispered.
Sunghoon burst out laughing. âWe should eat on the pole.â
âTry it. Break your back.â
You sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully pouring soy sauce into the tiny saucer while Sunghoon buttered his toast like an old man at a countryside inn.
It was⌠cozy. Stupidly cozy.
He took a photo of the spread â and then one of you holding a strawberry between your lips.
âYouâre so annoying,â you said.
âSmile,â he replied.
And you did.
You both dressed quickly â jeans and sneakers, matching windbreakers by accident (he insisted you copied him), camera packed again.
The plan today was Shimokitazawa, the artsy thrift-store-filled neighborhood that smelled like espresso, vinyl records, and dreams of quitting your job.
You wandered between secondhand shops and cafĂŠs, trying on sunglasses, picking up ugly mugs, posing in front of graffiti.
Sunghoonâs camera was out the entire time â and even though he pretended he was just testing settings, you saw how he always pointed it at you when you werenât looking.
You caught him once.
He didnât deny it.
âI like how you look when youâre not trying.â
You blinked.
He looked away, adjusting the lens. âLightingâs better.â
ââŚRight.â
It was small.
You reached for a cold canned drink at the exact same moment.
Your fingers brushed his. Barely. Briefly.
But it lingered â just a half-second too long.
You felt it. So did he.
Neither of you said a thing.
You were sitting on a bench outside a vintage bookstore, sipping soda while he reviewed the photos on his camera.
âWhat are you deleting?â
âBlurry ones.â
âLet me see.â
âNope.â
âWhy?â
âBecause some are mine.â
ââŚSome?â
He paused.
Then smiled a little â not in a teasing way this time.
âSome are just for me.â
You didnât ask what that meant.
You just let it sit there between you.
Warm. Quiet. Weightless.
But not really.
You returned to the hotel a little earlier than Day 1, shoes dusty, legs tired, hands full of little finds â enamel pins, a thrifted shirt, a random keychain he insisted matched your vibe.
In the jacuzzi again. This time quieter. You both leaned back and let the water do the talking.
Later, you brushed your teeth side by side again, yawning into your sleeves, shoulders bumping gently.
You climbed into bed first. This time, when he laid beside you, you noticed how close your hands were on the blanket.
Not touching.
Just⌠close enough. You didnât pull away.
Neither did he. It started small.
Just a joke, really. After another long day out â this time at the Shibuya Sky deck and walking through Harajuku â youâd peeled off your jacket and complained about how sweaty you were.
âYouâre melting,â Sunghoon commented, flopping dramatically onto the bed while you stood near the mirror, tying your hair up.
âYouâd melt too if you had boobs trapping heat.â
He snorted. âDo you want me to confirm that orââ You threw a pillow at him.
âOkay, but real talk,â Sunghoon said as the door hissed shut behind him. âThis sauna is saving my life. Iâm starting a petition to install one back home.â
You chuckled, stepping inside after him in your towel, feeling the warm steam immediately cling to your skin.
Tonight felt hotter somehow â and not just because of the temperature.
Maybe it was how Sunghoon looked right now. Hair swept back slightly damp, skin already glowing, the soft edge of his collarbone visible. His towel was secure but low, and he sat with one arm resting over the wooden bench behind you, casual, almost⌠cocky.
âSo,â he started, turning slightly toward you. âYou gonna keep avoiding the fact that you made a noise when you sat down yesterday?â
âI did not.â
"You groaned like you were starring in a drama.â
You blinked at him. âAre you being flirty right now?â
He smirked. âWould it work?â
You gave him a look.
He laughed, leaning his head back against the wall. âRelax. I flirt with everyone.â
ââŚNo, you donât.â
He looked at you again, slower this time.
You felt it â that shift.
The quiet drawl in his tone when he said, âRight. I donât.â
Ten minutes in, the steam got thicker.
You leaned forward to reach for your water bottle, not realizing your towel had come a little⌠loose.
You tugged it quickly and pressed it tighter to your chest, but the damage was done.
Sunghoonâs eyes had flicked down.
And thenâback up.
He cleared his throat and smirked. ââŚNice catch.â
You threw him a glare, cheeks hot, but not from the heat.
âDonât be gross.â
âIâm not being gross,â he said, tilting his head lazily. âIâm just observant. Itâs part of my charm.â
âYour charm is a menace.â
âYeah?â he said, voice dropping just enough to make your skin prickle. âStill keeping me around, though.â
Later, while drying off, you were both laughing over a dumb quiz show playing on the love hotel TV, towels replaced with your usual comfy clothes. But the air still hadnât gone back to normal.
You sat on the bed, brushing your hair.
He sat behind you, watching something on his phone, absently letting his fingers toy with the end of your shirt hem.
You didnât realize he was doing it until he stilled.
Thenâ
âYou always wear this one,â he said softly. âItâs got a little hole in the back.â
You turned to look at him.
âYouâre really paying attention, huh?â
His gaze didnât waver.
âI always do.â
There was no laugh this time. No grin. Just the warm glow from the room lamp and the way his eyes dropped for a second â from your face, to your lips, to your collarbone â before he looked back up.
You swallowed.
He looked way too close all of a sudden.
And yet, not close enough.
You stood up.
Quickly. Casually.
âIâm brushing my teeth.â
âOkay,â he said behind you, quiet⌠amused. âRun away, then.âThe night settled in earlier than usual â maybe because you both agreed your legs needed a break, maybe because the city lights felt better admired from the bed with snacks and cold drinks.
You kicked your feet up, pulling the blanket over your lap while Sunghoon scrolled through the hotel TVâs library.
"Weâre not watching something sad,â you warned.
âWhy not?â
âBecause every time we do, you start doing that emotional whisper voice after.â
He raised a brow, amused. ââIf I die, tell my cat I loved herâ isnât emotional. Itâs factual.â
You snorted and popped a grape into your mouth.
He settled on a coming-of-age romance film â something soft, slow, with golden lighting and friends-to-lovers tension that hit a little too close.
You didnât comment.
Thirty minutes in, the movie faded into the background. You were half-focused, shoulder-to-shoulder with Sunghoon beneath the same blanket, a bowl of chips between you.
He reached over to grab one, and his fingers brushed yours again.
This time, you didnât move away.
Neither did he.
You felt him glance at you â not a quick flick, but a lingering stare.
ââŚWhat?â you asked, not looking at him.
"Nothing.â
âYouâre staring.â
âIâm admiring.â
Your heart thudded once.
ââŚWhat?â
He smiled slowly, eyes dropping to your mouth. âI said nothing.â
Somewhere between the third snack break and the movie credits, Sunghoon nudged your leg.
âTruth or dare?â
You looked at him sideways. âWhat are we, twelve?â
âPick.â
You narrowed your eyes. âTruth.â
He leaned back against the headboard, one arm behind his head.
âHave you ever thought about kissing me?â
Your breath caught
He didnât laugh this time. He didnât smirk.
He just watched you â calm, unreadable.
You stared at him, pulse ticking louder.
ââŚIs that a real question?â
His voice dropped lower. âYou chose âtruth.ââ
The silence stretched. You felt it thick in your throat, in the space between your knees touching beneath the blanket.
Then, softlyâ
âOnce or twice,â you admitted.
His lips curved, slow and smug.
You shoved his shoulder, embarrassed. âOkay, your turn.â
âDare,â he said immediately.
You blinked. âWhy?â
âBecause I donât want to lie.â
You stared at him.
ââŚFine. I dare you toââ
âKiss me.â
Your breath stalled.
âWhat?â
âI dare you to kiss me.â
He said it casually, but you saw the way his hand gripped the blanket â the slight twitch in his jaw, the sharp inhale he tried to hide.
You licked your lips slowly.
âSunghoonââ
"Itâs just a game, right?â he said, voice velvet-soft.
You looked at him.
At his eyes. His mouth. His flushed cheeks and the way he was so close but not making a move.
Like he was giving you control.
And that scared you more than anything.
Because suddenly, the game didnât feel like a game anymore.
You leaned in.
Just a little.
Just enough that he felt your breath.
But before your lips touched, you pulled back and whispered, âNext round.â
He exhaled sharply, a chuckle slipping out â part relief, part frustration.
âYouâre evil.â
You smiled.
âJust playing the game.â
âIâm sleepy,â you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
The tension from the game still clung to your skin, warm and heavy. Your heart was doing too muchâpounding like you just ran up a hill instead of almost-kissing your best friend.
You tugged the blanket up and turned on your side, facing away from him.
Or so you thought.
Because as you lay back on the pillows, eyes half-lidded and breath evening out, your gaze landed somewhere else.
Above you.
The mirror on the ceiling.
You blinked.
It was such a stupid, love-hotel thing to have, and you hadnât even paid attention to it since the first day. But now?
Now you saw everything.
You.
Sunghoon.
Lying side by side, under the same blanket, bodies close enough to share heat.
His head tilted toward you slightly, lips parted like he was going to say somethingâbut didnât.
Your breath caught.
The image in the mirror wasnât what friends looked like.
It wasnât casual. It was intimate.
Too much.
Not enough.
You shifted, just barely.
And in the reflection, you watched Sunghoon do the same.
His hand moved above the blanket.
Closer.
Not touching youâbut hovering near your waist.
You felt his knuckles brush the hem of your shirt, barely there.
Goosebumps rose instantly.
Your eyes flicked up againâto the mirror.
He was watching it too.
Watching you.
ââŚSunghoon,â you said, barely audible.
He didnât move his hand. Didnât blink.
âI know,â he said softly, like he already knew what was in your chest. âYouâre sleepy.â
But he still didnât pull away.
Instead, he let his fingers rest lightly against your sideâjust enough pressure to make you feel it.
His voice dropped, rougher now.
âBut if you werenâtâŚâ
Your stomach twisted.
âIf I wasnât?â you asked.
He met your eyes in the mirror.
âIâd kiss you,â he murmured. âAnd this time, you wouldnât stop me.â
You couldnât speak. Couldnât breathe.
The air between you was thick. You felt the heat from his body, the blanket suddenly too warm. His words echoed, burning a hole into your chest.
Still, you didnât move.
Not away.
Not toward him.
Just⌠there. Caught.
Heart racing.
Eyes locked in the reflection.
And thenâ
He pulled his hand away slowly.
A soft breath left your lips.
âGoodnight, Y/N,â he whispered.
You closed your eyes.
But you didnât sleep for a long, long time.
Not with his voice still in your ear.
Not with his hand still ghosting your skin.
And not with that mirror burning above you, showing you something you couldnât unsee.
âCâmon,â Sunghoon said, tugging your wrist gently as you both stepped out of the taxi and into the Tokyo night. âWeâre not leaving Japan without at least one club night. Live a little.â
You gave him a look. âYouâre the one who googled âclubs that donât have a cover feeâ and filtered by âlow noise.ââ
âExactly,â he grinned. âIâm a responsible party animal.â
You snorted, but let him guide you in.
The club was tucked away under a neon sign and a set of stairs, with a cozy, crowded feelâdark corners, glowing drinks, and music that thudded deep in your chest.
He ordered you both something sweet and sparkling. The kind of drink that made your lips sticky and your smile looser.
It was supposed to be harmless.
Just a night out.
You wore a black dressâSunghoonâs pick, actually, from earlier that day.
âIâm not letting you pack a bunch of oversized hoodies for a night out,â he said back in the hotel. âShow some skin. Itâs Japan. Everyoneâs hot.â
So you did.
And now?
Now you were paying for it.
Two drinks in, you danced near the edge of the floor, swaying with the beat, laughing with Sunghoon beside you. His hand hovered low on your backânot touching, but close enough to be there if you stumbled.
Until he stepped away for a second to use the bathroom.
And they showed up.
Two guysâtall, confident, clearly a little tipsy.
âHey, you alone?â one of them asked, smiling too much, eyes dipping low.
You smiled politely, shaking your head. âIâm with someone.â
âOh?â The second guy grinned. âBoyfriend?â
Before you could answer, you felt itâa hand on your waist. Warm. Familiar.
Sunghoon.
âNo,â he said smoothly, his voice sharp behind you. âSheâs with me.â
You blinked, surprised by the edge in his tone.
Sunghoon wasnât the jealous type. Or at least, heâd never acted like it before. Not when guys checked you out. Not when they flirted harmlessly.
But tonight?
He wasnât joking.
One look at his face and you knew.
The guys backed off, muttering something in Japanese you didnât catch. But you didnât care. Not when Sunghoonâs fingers stayed on your hip even after they were gone.
You turned to him.
ââŚYou okay?â
He stared at you for a second.
Then he laughedâshort, breathless.
âYou have any idea how you look tonight?â
You blinked. âSunghoonââ
âNo,â he said, pulling you gently toward a quieter corner of the club. âI let you out in that dress and thought, yeah, sure, Iâll be normal about it. But then I see guys eyeing you like they have a shot and suddenly Iâmââ
He cut himself off.
You stared.
âSuddenly youâre what?â
He looked at you. Really looked.
And for the first time tonight, there was no filter.
âIâm not normal about you,â he said simply. âHavenât been for a long time.â
Your heart stuttered.
The music faded into nothing.
ââŚSunghoon.â
âI know,â he said, eyes flicking to your lips. âWeâre best friends. This whole tripâs been fun. Flirty. Safe. But tonight?â
He leaned in.
âTonight, I want to make it clear.â
Your back hit the wall, gently.
Not rough.
Not rushed.
Just enough to make your breath hitch.
âYouâre with me,â he whispered, lips barely brushing your jaw.
And you didnât move.
Not away.
Not at all.
The cab ride back to the hotel was dead silent.
Not because there was nothing to say.
Because everything had already been said â in the way Sunghoon looked at you when those guys tried flirting at the club, in the way his hand gripped your waist like it belonged there.
And in the way he whispered, low and rough:
âYouâre with me.â
The words looped in your head the whole ride. And when you stepped into your room â the one with the ridiculous train-themed decor, mood lighting, and giant mirror above the bed â it was over.
The second the door clicked shutâ
He kissed you.
Not like a friend.
Not like someone testing the waters.
Like he knew what you tasted like.
Like he needed it.
His hands were everywhere â cupping your face, sliding down your waist, pressing into your lower back until your bodies were flush. You were barely able to keep up with his mouth â all tongue, teeth, urgency.
You gasped when his lips left yours to nip your jaw.
âSunghoonââ
âI told you,â he growled, voice wrecked. âIâm not waiting anymore.â
He walked you backward toward the bed, kissing you between every step.
You fell onto the mattress, breathless, heart racing. The mirror above showed your reflection â the two of you tangled in shadows and heat, your thighs parting instinctively as Sunghoon leaned over you.
âYou donât know,â he whispered, nose brushing yours, âhow many nights Iâve watched you sleep in this bed.â
His hand slid under your dress, fingertips grazing your thighs.
âThinking about this.â
You gasped when he squeezed your leg, his eyes never leaving yours.
âYouâre soaked through,â he murmured.
âIâve beenâthinking about it too,â you admitted, cheeks warm.
That was all he needed.
Sunghoon yanked off his shirt, revealing the hard lines of his chest, the trail of muscle down his abs â you stared shamelessly.
He noticed.
âLike what you see?â
You nodded.
âUse your words, baby.â
âI like it,â you whispered, eyes blown wide. âI want all of you.â
He groaned. âFuck, youâre gonna kill me.â
Then he was kissing down your neck, tugging your dress off slowly, his mouth dragging over every new inch of skin.
âNo bra?â he murmured against your chest.
âYou told me to wear something easy to take off,â you whispered.
His eyes burned.
âI was joking,â he growled, âbut fuck, thatâs the hottest thing youâve ever said.â
His tongue circled your nipple before sucking hard, making your hips buck.
âSunghoonââ
âBe patient,â he said, sliding your panties off. âIâm going to make you cum on my tongue first.â
Then he was kneeling at the edge of the bed, pulling your legs over his shoulders, and diving in.
You cried out.
He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning like heâd just tasted heaven.
Then again. Slower.
His fingers gripped your thighs, keeping you open as he licked you deep â tongue teasing your folds, swirling around your clit, then flattening with just enough pressure to make your legs shake.
You tangled your fingers in his hair. âSunghoon, pleaseâpleaseââ
He paused, pulled back just enough to speak.
âSay it again.â
You moaned. âPlease, Sunghoonâmake me cumâpleaseââ
âGood girl.â
He dove back in, and you were gone.
Your orgasm ripped through you, thighs clenching around his head as you came with a broken moan of his name.
He didnât stop â he kept licking, slow and lazy now, lapping up everything you gave him until you were panting, trembling.
He crawled back up your body and kissed you â letting you taste yourself on his lips.
Then you felt him.
Hard. Heavy. Pressing against your thigh.
You reached down, wrapping your hand around him, and his head dropped to your shoulder with a groan.
âFuck,â he muttered. âIf you touch me like that, Iâm gonna lose it.â
You smirked, kissing his jaw. âThen lose it.â
He laughed â low and rough â then pulled back to line himself up.
You were still soaked. Still twitching from your first orgasm.
He met your eyes, voice hoarse.
âTell me you want this.â
âI want this,â you whispered. âI want you.â
He slid in with one deep thrust.
His hips rolled into you, slow and deep.
One thrust â thick, stretching, deliberate.
You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders as he filled you to the hilt.
âFuck, Sunghoonââ
âI know,â he murmured, mouth brushing your ear. âYouâre perfect like this.â
He stilled inside you, chest heaving. You could feel how hard he was â how much restraint he was using just to not lose control.
Then he pulled back.
And pushed in again.
Deeper.
Your breath hitched.
Above you, the mirror reflected everything â the way your body arched into him, how your mouth parted when he bottomed out, the tension in his jaw as he watched you take him like you were made for it.
You whimpered.
âLook up,â he said softly.
You did.
And your entire body shivered.
The sight was unreal.
His body between your legs.
The way your back curved.
The way your nails pressed into his skin.
Sunghoon leaned in close, lips dragging across your jaw.
âNow imagine if you could see this again.â
You blinked, dazed. âWhat?â
He reached for his phone.
Tossed a look toward the dresser, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
âI brought the tripod.â
Your stomach flipped.
âYouâre jokingââ
âNope.â He was already sliding the legs out, adjusting the angle toward the bed. âConsent. One hundred percent. Just for us. Just for tonight. I want to remember everything.â
Your thighs instinctively squeezed around his waist.
He placed the phone on the stand, hit record, and returned to you.
Settled between your legs again.
Caged you in with his arms.
Kissed you like it would never be enough.
âThis okay?â he whispered against your lips.
You nodded, eyes wide, chest rising.
âSay it, baby.â
You swallowed. âYes. I want it. I want you.â
He groaned â guttural, raw.
Then he started moving.
Long, slow strokes at first.
His hips grinding into yours, dragging over every sensitive spot with maddening precision.
His hand slid under your lower back, lifting your hips slightly â angling you better, deeper â until you were gasping his name.
âGodâHoonââ
âYou hear that?â he rasped, breathless. âThat sound you make when I hit hereââ
Thrust.
You cried out.
ââthatâs going to ruin me.â
His thumb brushed your clit in tight circles while he fucked you, rhythm getting messier â your thighs slick, sheets twisted, the air thick with skin and heat and moans.
âLook at you,â he whispered. âLook at how fucking pretty you are when Iâm inside you.â
You forced yourself to glance up at the mirror againâ
And it was filthy.
Your eyes glassy.
Your body bouncing gently with every stroke.
Sunghoon â hair messy, jaw clenched, sweat slicking his chest â completely lost in you.
His thrusts got faster.
Your fingers clawed at his back.
You were getting close again. Too close.
âSunghoonâHoonâIâmââ
âLet go,â he growled. âI want to see it. Want to see you cum all over me.â
His hand gripped your thigh tighter, holding you in place as he slammed into you, dragging your orgasm out until you were moaning shamelessly, your body shaking under him.
You came hard.
Eyes rolling.
Toes curling.
He groaned loudly, head dropping to your shoulder.
Then he pulled out suddenly â tugged his cock in his fist once, twiceâ
âWhere?â he panted.
âStomach,â you gasped. âPleaseââ
And he spilled with a sharp grunt, hot ropes across your skin, your belly, his hips still twitching from the force.
The room was silent except for your panting.
You both stared at the mirror.
Then each other.
Sunghoon let out a soft, broken laugh.
â...Weâre fucked.â
The room was still warm.
The soft buzz of fake train sounds from the speaker had long since faded into the background, replaced by only your uneven breathing and the low whirr of the air conditioner above the bed.
Your body was still tingling.
Muscles relaxed, core aching in the best way, thighs sticky with the aftermath of everything you just shared.
Sunghoon was lying beside you â one arm tucked under his head, the other draped lazily across your bare stomach. His fingers traced little, absent-minded shapes there, gliding through the mess heâd left on your skin like he couldnât bear not to touch you.
He looked wrecked. Hair messy. Eyes soft. Lips red from kissing too hard.
But the way he was looking at you now?
Completely different.
Like the teasing and jokes were stripped away.
Like he was finally seeing you.
And maybe for the first timeâyou were really letting him.
âYou okay?â he murmured.
His voice was soft, a little hoarse.
You turned your head slowly, looking at him. âYeah. More than okay.â
A smile tugged at his lips. âGood.â
Then, quieter, âBecause that... wasnât just for fun.â
Your heart stuttered.
âI meanââ he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, looking up at the ceiling. âI know weâve been friends forever. I know this trip was supposed to be, like, low-budget ramen and chaotic sightseeing and those vending machines youâre obsessed with, and I definitely didnât mean toâbook a fucking love hotelâbutââ
You cut him off with a quiet laugh, rolling over to face him. âHoon.â
He looked at you, eyes wide.
Your fingers reached up, brushing his hair from his forehead.
âI know it wasnât just for fun.â
You paused.
â...Did you really mean everything you said tonight? At the club? Back here?â
His gaze didnât flinch.
âEvery word.â
Your breath caught.
âYouâve... thought about this?â you asked, almost shy. âUs?â
He nodded slowly, like he was afraid heâd scare you off. âFor longer than I should have.â
You swallowed, heart thudding.
âWhy didnât you say anything?â
He smiled, soft and bittersweet. âBecause I didnât think I had a chance. Youâre...you. You flirt with ramen vending machines.â
You laughed, burying your face in the pillow. âI do not.â
âYou do,â he teased. âYou called that one in Shibuya a good boy.â
You giggled.
Then his fingers stilled on your stomach.
âBut the second I saw that guy at the club looking at you like you werenât the most precious thing in the room... I snapped. I couldnât keep pretending.â
You looked up at him. âAnd now?â
He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours.
âNow I want to be the only one who gets to touch you.â
Your breath caught.
âI want to take you on real dates. Hold your hand in public. Make you breakfast. Wake up beside you without wondering if I crossed a line the night before.â
Your chest ached â in the best way.
You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him closer.
âThen letâs do that.â
His brows lifted slightly.
âYeah?â You nodded. âYou idiot. Iâve wanted this too.â
He smiled â slow and real, the kind that reached his eyes.
And then? He kissed you again.
Gentle this time. Lingering. No rush.
Just the start of something real.
When you finally broke apart, curled in the sheets, your limbs tangledâ
Sunghoon rested his cheek on your chest, humming softly.
âWeâre kind of gross,â he mumbled sleepily.
You blinked. âWhat?â
He pointed up lazily.
You looked. And laughed. The mirror.
Still foggy. Still showing your bodies â flushed and messy and completely tangled up in each other.
âLetâs clean up,â you whispered.
Sunghoon groaned dramatically. âCanât move. Dead. Died from your pussy.â
You smacked his arm with a pillow. âRomantic.â
He grinned.
Then he sat upâstill shirtless, still glowingâand stretched.
As you slipped off the bed to grab your robe, something caught your eye.
That little panel near the bathroom. The one that looked just a little too clean. Too new.
You padded over, curiosity tugging.
Pushed it openâ And found the train.
âSunghoonâŚâ
Your voice was breathless, laced with awe and disbelief as you stared into the hidden room tucked behind the bathroom mirror.
He came up behind you, still shirtless, eyes scanning the strange, atmospheric glow pouring out of the secret space.
ââŚWhat the hell?â he murmured, stepping in beside you. The small room looked exactly like the interior of a luxury train car.
Gold-trimmed velvet seats lined both sides.
The projected windows showed nighttime scenery rushing past, as if the whole place were actually moving.
And above it all? Mirrors. Full-length. Perfect angles.
âDid you book this on purpose?â you whispered.
Sunghoon laughed quietly, slipping his arm around your waist. âYouâre giving me too much credit.â
You turned to look at him, still flushed, still warm and full from earlier.
He stared back at youâhis gaze darker now, hungrier.
âYou know,â he said, voice low, âwe canât just find a secret room like this and not do something stupid.â
You shivered.
âDefine stupid.â His lips ghosted your neck.
âTake off your robe,â he murmured.
You blinked. âHere?â
âHere,â he said, nodding toward one of the seats. âThere.â
Then he tilted your chin toward the mirror above.
âSo you can watch.â Your stomach flipped.
He pulled you inside gently, guiding you toward the plush velvet seat like it was a throne.
âSit,â he said, voice deeper now. âRight here. Legs open.â
You did. Robe sliding down your arms, bare underneath.
The second you sat, the coolness of the velvet against your thighs made you gasp.
Sunghoon dropped to his knees between your legs, spreading them wider, mouth just hovering over your center.
He looked up at you onceâdark eyes, flushed cheeks, messy hair. Yours.
âI didnât get enough of you earlier,â he murmured. âWanna taste you right. Wanna take my time.â
You whimpered.
Then his tongue was on you. Sunghoon devoured you.
Tongue slow and firm, licking up every drop, nose pressed into your folds, mouth working you open until your head fell back and your hips jerked against his mouth.
You glanced up, dazedâand moaned when you caught the mirror reflection.
Everything. Your legs trembling. Your hands gripping the seat. His messy hair buried between your thighs.
He glanced up mid-lick, locking eyes with you through the mirror.
âKeep looking,â he said, mouth shiny. âI want you to see what you do to me.â
He sucked your clit into his mouth thenâhard. You gasped, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
âOh my godâSunghoonâ!â
âYou gonna cum again, baby?â he whispered, licking slow circles again. âRight here, in this fucked-up train fantasy room?â
You moanedâloud, desperate.
âSay it.â
âYesâpleaseâyes, Iâm gonnaâfuckââ
He flicked his tongue in a perfect rhythm, and when his fingers slid inside youâtwo, slow, deepâyou shattered.
You came on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, crying out as he licked you through it, swallowing everything you gave him.
When you finally stopped shaking, he kissed the inside of your thighs, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked up.
Still on his knees. Still hard.
But now? Smiling. Smug. Possessive.
âStill alive?â he teased. You gave a breathless laugh. âBarely.â
âGood,â he said, standing. âBecause Iâm not done with you.â He pulled you up to your feet and spun you to face the mirror.
Your reflection was glowingâlips parted, chest heaving, legs weak.
Sunghoon pressed up behind you, cock dragging along your ass as he leaned in to whisper:
âBend over the seat.â
You obeyedâbare hands gripping the backrest, legs shaking as he kicked your feet further apart.
He stroked himself behind you, tip brushing your folds.
âLook how ready you are,â he murmured. âAlready dripping again.â
He slid in with one thrust. You both moaned. You watched in the mirror as he grabbed your hips and began to moveâslow at first, letting you feel every thick inch inside.
Then harder. Faster. Filthy.
The sound of skin slapping, your breathy moans, his rough gruntsâit was insane. His hand slid around to grip your throat gently, tipping your face toward the mirror again.
âWatch, baby. Watch me fuck you.â You did.
And it was the most erotic thing youâd ever seen.Youâbent over, mouth open in shock. Himâbehind you, wrecked, hips snapping, muscles straining.
And you couldnât last. You were already so full. So overstimulated. So his. âIâmâgonnaâagainââ
âDo it,â he panted. âCum for me. Make a mess. Iâm right behind you.â You came againâharder this time, louder, a cry ripped from your throat as your body clenched around him.
And with a final groanââFuck, yesââhe came too, spilling deep inside you, his hips twitching, hands gripping your waist tight as he gave you everything. You collapsed onto the velvet seat, breathless, shaking.
Sunghoon leaned over you, arms wrapped around your waist from behind.
You both stared into the mirror. Sweaty. Marked. Ruined.
ââŚBest love hotel ever,â you mumbled.
Sunghoon laughed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
âWelcome to the last stops, baby.â
The water steamed around you, warm and humming, tiny waves lapping at your sides as you sank back into the love hotelâs private jacuzzi.
The bathroom light was dim, glowing low and amber, reflecting off the tiled walls like candlelight.
You barely had time to close your eyes before a pair of arms slipped around your waist from behind.
âRound three,â Sunghoon murmured into your shoulder.
âAlready?â you whispered, dazed. âYouâre serious?â
âYouâre mine now,â he said simply. âIâm never gonna be done.â
You moaned as he pulled you back into his chest, your legs floating around his hips, his hands sliding across your stomach beneath the water.
Then higher.
Until he had your breasts cupped in both palms.
âFuck,â he groaned. âIâm obsessed.â
You bit your lip, gasping as he started to play with them â thumbs brushing your nipples, squeezing gently like heâd been waiting to get his hands on them all night.
âI always noticed,â he confessed, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. âEvery time you stretched in front of me, every time your shirt clung to them when it rainedâ"
âSunghoonââ
ââand now theyâre mine,â he said, voice rough with need. âSo Iâm gonna touch them whenever I want.â
His mouth trailed down your neck, then he reached around, shifting you to straddle his lap in the water.
âYouâre so fucking pretty,â he muttered, lowering his mouth to your chest.
Then he kissed your breastsâslow, wet kisses, tongue flicking across your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.
You let out a soft moan, your hands burying in his wet hair. He groaned into your skin, pulling your body even closer until your tits were pressed to his face. His voice was muffled. âI could live right here.â You giggled breathlessly. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âIâm obsessed,â he corrected, licking again. âLet me worship you.â You felt his cock harden again beneath you, hot and heavy in the water.
âSunghoonâŚâ
âIâll be gentle,â he whispered, mouth brushing your chest. âOne more. Just one more.â
He reached under the water, lining himself up, and slowly eased you down onto him â warm water swirling around your waists as you sank onto his cock, inch by thick inch.
You both groaned. It felt so full like this. So warm. Slippery. Intimate. His forehead pressed to yours, hands gripping your waist.
âMove for me, baby,â he whispered. âNice and slow.â
You rolled your hips, riding him gently in the water, the movement easy and fluid with the water supporting your weight. And he couldnât stop watching your chest.
âFuck,â he moaned. âBounce for me, just like that. Look at themâ"
Your tits bounced with every movement, droplets clinging to your nipples, glistening under the soft light. His hands returned to them again and again â massaging, squeezing, sucking one into his mouth as you moved on him.
You whined. âYouâre too into thisââ
âI warned you,â he growled. âTheyâre mine now.â
Then he grabbed your hips, took over the pace, thrusting up into you as the water splashed gently around you. Slow, deep strokes. His cock dragging against your sensitive walls, your body already so used to him but still twitching at the stretch. You clung to him, lips brushing his. âYou feel so good.â
âI want you to cum on my cock like this,â he breathed. âWanna feel you clench around me again.â
His hand slid between your bodies, thumb brushing over your clit under the water â slow, tight circles until you were gasping again.
âCum for me, baby,â he whispered against your lips. âWhile Iâm buried inside you. I want to feel it.â
You did. With a broken gasp, body trembling in the bubbling heat, your walls tightened around him, clenching so hard he swore under his breathâ
âFuckâyesâfuck, youâre perfectââ
And then he came too, moaning into your mouth as he spilled inside you again, his arms tightening around you as if he couldnât let you go. You stayed there, clinging to him, your body spent and warm, water lapping gently against your skin.
He kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Then your boob. Again.
âSeriously?â âWhat?â he said innocently. âTheyâre the love of my life now.â
The water steamed around you, warm bubbles churning against your skin as Sunghoon's hands gripped your hips tighter, pulling you flush against his hard body. His lips trailed hot kisses down your neck, teeth grazing just enough to send shivers racing through you despite the heat. "Mine" he growled low, voice rough with need, his cock already throbbing against your thigh, slick with the jacuzzi's warmth and his own arousal.
You arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he lifted you slightly, the water sloshing around your waists. His mouth captured yours in a fierce kiss, tongue plunging deep, claiming every inch while one hand slid between your legs. Fingers parted your folds, stroking your clit with firm circles that made you gasp into his mouth. He didn't tease for longâSunghoon never did when possession burned this hot. Two fingers pushed inside you, curling to hit that spot that had your walls clenching around him.
"Fuck, you're still so wet for me," he murmured against your lips, pumping his fingers faster, thumb grinding your clit. The water made everything slicker, hotter, your body responding with desperate bucks against his hand. But he wasn't done worshipping yet. Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them to your mouth, pressing them past your lips. "Taste yourself. Taste how much you want this." You sucked eagerly, tongue swirling around his digits, eyes locked on his darkened gaze.
Satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he pulled his hand away, replacing it with the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance. But instead of thrusting in right there, he stood fully, water cascading off his toned chest and abs, muscles flexing as he hauled you up with him. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, the jacuzzi's edge pressing into your back for leverage. "Not like this," he said, voice husky. "I want to fuck you standing, feel every inch of you gripping me while I hold you open."
He shifted, one arm banding around your back to support you, the other guiding his cock. The tip breached you slowly at first, stretching your pussy with that delicious burn as he sank in inch by inch. You moaned, head falling back, the steam-filled air thick with the scent of sex and chlorine. Water lapped at your joined bodies, but it was nothing compared to the heat building where he filled you completely, balls pressing against your ass.
Sunghoon groaned, hips snapping forward in a sharp thrust that buried him to the hilt. "God, yesâtight like this, just for me." He started a rhythm, powerful and unrelenting, each drive lifting you slightly against him, your breasts bouncing with the force. His free hand roamed, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out, then soothing it with his mouth, sucking the peak between his teeth. You clung to him, nails raking down his back, urging him deeper.
The standing position let him angle just right, his cock dragging along your inner walls, hitting your g-spot with every plunge. Water splashed around you as he fucked harder, possessive grunts escaping him. "No one else gets this. No one else fucks you like I do." His pace quickened, hips pistoning, the slap of wet skin echoing in the steamy enclosure. Your pussy fluttered around him, building toward that edge, clit grinding against his pelvis with each thrust.
He sensed it, shifting his hold to free a hand, fingers finding your clit again. He rubbed in tight, fast circles, matching his brutal rhythm. "Cum for me. Milk my cock while I fill you up." The command pushed you over, orgasm crashing through you like a wave, walls spasming as you screamed his name. Sunghoon followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, hot cum flooding your pussy in thick spurts. He held you there, both panting, his forehead pressed to yours as the aftershocks rippled through.
But even spent, his grip didn't loosen. "We're not done" he whispered, already hardening inside you again. "I want more".
Sunghoon's cock twitched inside your still-pulsing pussy, the mix of his cum and your juices leaking down your thighs into the bubbling water. He didn't pull out yet, instead rocking his hips in slow, deliberate grinds that kept the friction alive, his mouth crashing back onto yours. The kiss was messy, tongues tangling with renewed hunger, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as he swallowed your whimpers. "You feel that?" he rasped between breaths, one hand cupping your ass to tilt you higher on his shaft. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're ruined for anyone else."
He thrust up again, harder this time, the water churning wildly as he bounced you on his length. Your oversensitive walls clenched around him, every slide sending sparks of pleasure-pain through your core. You gasped into his mouth, breaking the kiss to beg, but he silenced you with another deep plunge, his free hand tangling in your wet hair to yank your head back. His lips attacked your throat, sucking marks into the skinâdark bruises that would linger as proof of his claim.
The rhythm built fast, his hips snapping with possessive force, cock stretching you wide with each entry. Your clit rubbed against his base, the pressure coiling tight despite the fresh ache from your first climax. "That's it, take it all," he growled, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise. You shattered again sooner than expected, body trembling as another orgasm ripped through you, but he didn't stop. Sunghoon kept pounding, chasing his own release while your pussy fluttered helplessly around him, overstimulated nerves firing wildly.
"Fuck, yesâsqueeze me like that," he grunted, finally spilling inside you with a guttural moan, hot ropes of cum painting your walls anew. He held you impaled, panting against your shoulder, but his cock stayed buried deep, semi-hard and insistent. Slowly, he lowered you both back into the jacuzzi, the warm jets massaging your joined bodies as he pulled you onto his lap facing him.
His hands roamed your back, tracing the scratches you'd left earlier, before cupping your face for a slower makeout. Lips brushed softly at first, then deeper, his tongue exploring lazily while his hips shifted beneath you. You felt him thickening again, the third round stirring as he broke the kiss to murmur, "On your knees. Show me how much you need my cock."
You slid down eagerly, the water lapping at your chest as you positioned yourself between his spread thighs. His erection stood proud, veined and glistening with your combined fluids. Wrapping your hand around the base, you leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit, tasting the salty mix of cum and arousal. Sunghoon's fingers threaded through your hair, guiding you gently at first. "Suck it. Take me deep."
Your lips parted, sliding over the head, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed down, taking more with each pass. The jacuzzi's bubbles tickled your skin, adding to the sensory overload as you worked him with your mouthâtongue swirling along the underside, hand stroking what you couldn't fit. He groaned, hips bucking slightly, fucking your face with controlled thrusts. "God, your mouth... so fucking good. Look at me while you do it."
Eyes locked on his, darkened with lust, you hummed around his length, the vibration drawing a hiss from him. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with the water, as you deepthroated him, throat relaxing to accommodate his girth. His grip tightened, possessive, holding you there for a moment before letting you pull back for air. "Enough." he said hoarsely, hauling you up for another searing kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.
He spun you around then, pressing your back to his chest, legs draped over his as he positioned you. One arm locked around your waist, the other parting your thighs wide. "Spread for me," he commanded, fingers dipping into your soaked pussy, scooping out some of his cum before rubbing it over your clit. You moaned too cock drunk to speak, arching into his touch, but he was already lining up his cock, slamming home in one fluid motion.
This angle let him go deeper, the head of his dick battering your cervix with every upward thrust. Water splashed over the jacuzzi's edge as he fucked you relentlessly, his mouth on your neck, biting and licking. "You're mine to use"he whispered hotly, fingers returning to your clit, pinching and rolling it until you were sobbing with overstimulation. Your body betrayed you, hips grinding back despite the intensity, chasing the building pressure. "Yours only-fuckâ yours." You managed to replied back.
He didn't let up, pace brutal, cock dragging against your g-spot with precision. The coil snapped violentlyâyour pussy gushed around him, squirting in forceful arcs that mixed with the jacuzzi water, soaking his thighs. "Fuck, yesâsquirt for me, baby," he praised, thrusting through it, prolonging the waves until you were a trembling mess.
Sunghoon came with a roar, flooding you once more, his body shuddering against yours. He held you close through the aftershocks, kisses turning tender, lips brushing your temple, your jaw. "All mine,"he murmured, finally softening and slipping out, cum trickling from your abused pussy.
Exhausted, he lifted you effortlessly, wrapping you in a towel before carrying you to the nearby lounge chair. The steam still hung in the air as he settled beside you, pulling you into his chest. His arms encircled you possessively, one hand stroking your hair as your eyelids grew heavy. "Sleep now" he whispered, voice soft and kissing the top of your head. You drifted off to the rhythm of his heartbeat, safe and claimed in his embrace.
The scent of miso soup and freshly baked melonpan woke you before sunlight did.
You blinked against the soft morning glow spilling in through the patterned blinds.
The mirror above the bed was foggy now from the jacuzzi steam the night before â a quiet, ghostly reminder of everything youâd done in this ridiculous love hotel.
The sheets were wrapped around you like a cocoon, and when you turned over, the space beside you was empty. But only for a second. Because then Sunghoon walked in, shirtless, hair a mess, tray in hand. Room service.
âGood morning, superstar,â he grinned. You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes. âYou ordered food?â
âI ordered everything.â
He plopped the tray down on the bed â steaming rice bowls, tamagoyaki, cut fruit in flower shapes, and melonpan fresh enough that you could smell the butter. Two iced coffees sat sweating in the corner. You blinked. âYou remembered melonpan?â
âYou moaned about it in your sleep,â he teased, climbing back into bed. You slapped his chest lightly. âYouâre lying.â
âMaybe,â he grinned. âMaybe I just like hearing you moan.â
You groaned, flopping face-first into a pillow. âStop talking.â
He chuckled. âThatâs rich, coming from someone who begged me in a fake train room last night.â
You threw the other pillow at him.
He caught it mid-air. âIâm keeping this one. Smells like your shampoo.â
You peeked out from under the sheets, still flushed.
âAre you⌠always like this in the morning?â
âOnly when I wake up with my favorite person naked beside me.â
He leaned over to kiss your cheek.
Then your shoulder. Then your chest.
You shoved him back with a laugh. âEat your breakfast.â âIâm trying, but my mealâs hiding under all those blanketsâow, okay, Iâm doneâ!â
He handed you a cup of coffee like it was the holy grail. You drank. Grateful. Warm in more ways than one. After a moment of silence, your voice dropped.
âSo⌠this isnât just a one-time thing, right?â
Sunghoon didnât hesitate.
âBabe. I came like a dozen times and cried into your neck. Youâre not getting rid of me.â You snorted into your cup. He reached across the tray, brushing your fingers with his.
âI mean it. I want you. All the time. After we go home. Even when youâre being annoying.â
You narrowed your eyes. âWhen am I annoying?â
âSpecially when your annoying,â he smiled. He reached for his phone and, without asking, snapped a picture of you wrapped in blankets, coffee cup in hand, cheeks flushed from laughter.
You groaned. âNoâdelete thatâ!â
âNope,â he grinned, adding it to an album. âThis is my favorite version of you. Hair messy, barely alive, and mine.â
You went still. Then softly, âYours?â
He looked up. âOf course.â Then quieter.
â...Always hoped youâd be.â You leaned in and kissed him slow. Sleepy. Full of a new kind of sweetness.
âOkay,â you whispered. âSo what now?â
Sunghoon leaned back against the headboard, arm around you.
âWeâll finish the trip,â he said. âTake more pictures. Eat ridiculous food.â
Then, with a cheeky grin:
âSee if the other rooms here have different themes. Maybe one with clouds? A plane? Hospital bedâ?â
âAbsolutely not.â
âOkay, but hear me outââ
You shoved a piece of fruit into his mouth.
He chewed, smug.
Then he laced his fingers through yours.
âI want to do this every year,â he said seriously. âTravel. Get lost. End up somewhere weird.â
