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[wvercho]

Oh fuck yeaaah!!!!!

[wvercho]

For some reason i couldn't get access to account for month but yaaay I'm back i missed reading everyone's posts... what should i read first?

On other news I've been watching love island, i dont usually watch reality tv But carl got me real good soon as he was introduced as a bombshell, the way i have been swooning on CARNIYA OMG!?!?! HELLO he's so sweet and soft.

My thing is i really love when i can smell the femininity off a man.. he knows when to take the lead and she doesn't habe go question her worth around him.AT ALL!!! the way he subtly touches her, and no one is talking about the morning hugs instead of kisses, i can go on omgggg Aniya bagged fr fr!!!

[kryptonians]

Tumblr’s one true talent is making me sick of things I’ve never seen or read or heard.

[wvercho]

For some reason i couldn't get access to account for month but yaaay I'm back i missed reading everyone's posts... what should i read first?

On other news I've been watching love island, i dont usually watch reality tv But carl got me real good soon as he was introduced as a bombshell, the way i have been swooning on CARNIYA OMG!?!?! HELLO he's so sweet and soft.

My thing is i really love when i can smell the femininity off a man.. he knows when to take the lead and she doesn't have go question her worth around him.AT ALL!!! the way he subtly touches her, and no one is talking about the morning hugs instead of kisses, i can go on omgggg Aniya bagged fr fr!!!

[straylightdream]

say yes?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: rich!choi seungcheol x f.reader, the reader also used to be in love with wonwoo

When it comes to your friend group it’s clear you’re in an extremely different tax bracket. Things get complicated when you drunkenly marry Seungcheol after he tells you he wants to take care of you.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends to lovers, smut, romance, angst

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol au, married in vegas au

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 13.5k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking, blacking out, cussing, lots of emotions, and being confused about feelings.

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom choel, multiple sex scenes, consensual drunk sex, unprotected sex, sex in the shower, fooling around in the bath, clit play, breast/nipple play, fingering, multiple positions, creampie, big dick seungcheol, dirty talk, nicknames: pinky, baby, sweetheart (hers) cheol (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+

𝐚𝐧: I couldn’t have written this story without @aeristudios. They were literally here for every step of this story. Thank you @orbitondgtl & @hanniehaeo for beta reading this one.

🎧: delicate - taylor swift | snooze - sza | sacrifice- mariah the scientist | just for me - pinkpantheress

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

There are times when you realize that you and your friend group are in different tax brackets. All of the boys in your friend group have different types of jobs. Soonyoung owns a dance studio, Joshua is a producer, Jeonghan and Mingyu work at Seungcheol‘s company, which he started up when he was twenty. Wonwoo works a tech job with Minghao. Then there is you, working as a freelance writer. A struggling freelance writer at that.

When the money is good for you, things are great, but recently, you can't find work to save your life, and you’ve had to dip into your savings to get by. It’s safe to say that recently things have been quite tough for you.

Sitting in Seungcheol's expensive penthouse with a beautiful view of the city, you’re next to Wonwoo, listening to the rest of the boys go on about what the plan should be for Seungcheol's upcoming birthday. He’s turning thirty, and the boys have been talking about the possibility of a trip to celebrate.

“I say we just commit to finally doing a group Vegas trip.” Jeonghan chimed in. He and Soonyoung have been trying to plan a Vegas trip for years at this point.

“Really, Vegas?” Minghao seems unamused by this idea.

“That could be fun. Could you guys all swing, missing some work for this?” Seungcheol asked.

“I mean, technically, you're mine and Jeonghan's boss.” Mingyu laughs.

All the boys agree to go other than Wonwoo, who is traveling for a work trip that week. When they all turn your attention to you, you wish you could disappear. There is absolutely no way you can afford a trip right now. It’s been over a month since you had a job. You shouldn’t be doing anything lavish.

“I probably shouldn’t travel. I’m trying to lock down a few jobs.”

Seungcheol's eyes lock on yours, and he stares at you intently. He’s always had this ability to easily read you. Setting his beer on the counter, he reaches for his phone in his pocket. You watch as he starts typing away on his keyboard.

Your phone buzzes, and you instantly know he’s texting you.

From cheol 🍒: just go on the trip.

From pinky: I wish I could, but money is tight with the lack of jobs I’m getting.

From cheol 🍒: literally just agree to going and I’ll pay for you. You won’t have to worry about anything. I’ll give you a credit card and you can swipe away and pretend the money is coming from a magical account.

From pinky: that’s insane.

He sets his phone down and gives you a smile across the room. “Okay, let’s figure out who is rooming with who. Jeonghan and Shua together. Hao and Mingyu, and then Soonyoung and Pinky.”

“I thought Pinky didn’t agree.” Joshua chimes in. It used to embarrass you, that your nickname refers to the time the wind blew your skirt up and flashed all the boys your pink panties. It’s been over ten years now, and the nickname doesn’t faze you anymore.

“Pinky is going. Right?” He gives you a look, letting you know you can’t say no.

“I’ll go—“ You know this is an absolutely insane idea.

“Good luck. Let me know how this goes.” Wonwoo laughed beside you.

-

Arriving in Vegas feels like an absolute whirlwind. You barely have time to settle in before the boys are dragging you around.

Jeonghan had the absolutely insane idea that the whole group had to be in a bar when it was officially Seungcheol’s birthday . That would be great if you haven’t been drinking for literally hours.

Your hand was gripping Soonyoung’s as he led you towards the bar. He’s talking to the bartender as you attempt to fix this dress that is way too short for your liking.

Looking over where your friend group is, you see Seungcheol watching you. The moment Soonyoung has drinks, he leads you back to the bar, holding his own drink and one for the birthday boy.

As soon as you're close to the group, Jeonghan grabs your arm, moving you closer to the birthday boy. Holding out Seungcheol’s jack and coke he gives you a smile, pressing his lips to your forehead for a quick kiss. This isn't something out of the ordinary, as the entire friend group tends to lack personal boundaries.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” Seungcheol’s hand lingers on your lower back. Standing next to you, he leans down and says, “You look really pretty.” Being – for the most part – one of the only girls in this friend group, it’s not unusual for the boys to compliment you. The way he says it feels different though.

“You look pretty good yourself, birthday boy.” He gives you a crooked smile.

“Let me buy your next drink.”

“I didn’t buy my last one, Soonyoung did.”

“Just let me buy it.”

“But it’s your birthday, you shouldn’t be spending money on drinks.“

“It may be my birthday, but I want to take care of you.” You can hear Joshua and Jeonghan arguing about something in the distance, but all you can fully focus on is the way Seungcheol is staring at you.

“Cheol—“

“Pinky?”

“You don’t need to take care of me. I should be buying you drinks.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his wallet. Without another thought, he pulls out a black metal card and hands it to you. The cold metal hits your hand before you can even argue with him, a clear indication of how wealthy Seungcheol actually is.

“Why are you giving me your card?”

“Because, the whole time we’re here in Vegas, I want you to just use it. Like I said before, pretend it’s coming out of your bank account if it makes you feel better.”

Maybe he’s right, clearly he does have too much money. Why on earth would he freely hand you his black card and just tell you to spend his money?

“Here, time for shots.” Jeonghan comes over holding a tray of what looks like tequila shots.

“Not now Hannie.” You try to wave him off. Before you can say anything else, he holds a tequila shot to your lips.

“Be a good girl and take the shot for Cheol’s birthday.”

You glance over at Seungcheol, who grabs a shot and holds it up to his own lips.

The golden liquid burns as it slides down your throat. You’ve been here an hour, and this is the third shot Jeonghan has passed out. It’s not that you're a light weight, but the amount of alcohol you’re being given will definitely have your judgement feeling cloudy before you know it.

“Cheol, chug your drink and then get on the dance floor with me and Pinky.” Soonyoung pulls you away from Seungcheol before you can even argue with him. You shoved his credit card into your bra to keep it safe.

You aren’t even able to object as he drags you towards the crowded dance floor. Looking back, you find Minghao following behind.

The music is loud, and it’s so crowded you’re pressed against Soonyoung. He turns you around so your back is plastered to his front. It isn’t unusual for you to end up on the dance floor with these two.

Soonyoung rolls his hips with yours to the beat of the music. Looking over, you watch as a random pretty girl has found her way into Minghao’s arms.

You feel Soonyoung release you, and before you can turn around to question him, another body is pressed up to you. A large hand rests on your stomach, rolling your body back against him. There is no way Soonyoung would let a random man dance with you, this has to be one of the boys.

“Do you mind if I take Soonyoung‘s spot?” Seungcheol's husky voice rings in your ear. This is just the man you preferred to be dancing with.

“No.” You say loud enough for him to hear over the loud music.

One hand stays resting on your stomach while the other rests on your hip. His thumb drags over the side of your thong, pressing against the tight fabric of your dress.

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol in your system or the feeling of Seungcheol's body against yours that makes your head spin.

“Cheol—“ you practically moan, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“I can see why Soonyoung likes dancing with you.”

Pulling away from him, you turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck. His body is pressed up against yours. You’re straddling his thigh as you move to the beat of the music.

“God, you’re so pretty.” He leans down so his nose is brushing yours. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes—“ the moment the word leaves your mouth, his lips crash into yours. One hand grips your hip while the other rests on your ass, pulling you closer to him. It’s been so long since you had properly kissed anyone. The feeling of his pouty lips against yours is enough to leave you feeling drunk on lust.

Pulling away, he whispered against your lips, “I have wanted you for so long.” Without another word, you lean in, crashing your lips to his. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him close to you. His strong thigh is between your legs as you grind against him. Your lips fight for dominance, everything around you fading away.

He pulls back and gives you a grin. “I shouldn’t kiss you like this in public.“

“Why is that?”

“Because I can’t keep my hands to myself when we kiss like that.”

Mingyu and Soonyoung walk towards you, pulling you away from your moment. Soonyoung grabs your hand, pulling you away from Seungcheol. “Come on, Hannie got more shots.”

The more shots they’re able to pour in your mouth, the hazier things get. The liquid courage has you thinking with a one track mind. All you can think about is an equally drunk Seungcheol.

Leaning against the wall in the club, Seungcheol has you caged in with his arms on either side of your head.

He’s leaving a sea of kisses across your neck up to your jaw. “We should get married.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m just crazy about you.” He peppers your jaw with kisses.

“We can’t get married.”

“Lovebirds, you’re being a little too intense.” Jeonghan teased, pulling Seungcheol away from you.

“You’re just jealous, Hannie.” Seungcheol leans in to kiss you again.

“Come on, loverboy.” He grabs Seungcheol, pulling him away from you.

Leaning against the way you watch as Mingyu pours straight from the bottle into the birthday boy's mouth.

Joshua walks over to you and reaches up, wiping away your smeared lipgloss. “Are you good?” You’ve always been close with him. He’s always one of the first to check on you.

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna leave with Cheol.” There is no way you can just leave this club, go back to your hotel room with Soonyoung, and pretend this never happened.

“Can’t say I’m shocked. Just make sure you use a condom.”

“Shua—” You whine.

“I’m not judging you, just be safe.” He kisses the top of your head before sending Seungcheol back towards you. “I’m serious, use a condom.” He pats Seungcheol on the back.

Pushing yourself off the wall, you walk up to Seungcheol. “Can we please get out of here?” This club feels too crowded, and you just want to be alone with the man you can’t stop kissing.

Hand in hand, he leads you out of the club. He pushes you up against the wall, hidden away from prying eyes. His lips are all over your neck, and his hand is under your tight dress, toying with your thong. It’s taking everything in him to not slide his finger right into your tight core, right out there in the open.

“I want you so bad—” You moan, closing your eyes.

“I will give you anything you could possibly want.”

The last thing you remember is Seungcheol pulling you away from the wall.

˚₊‧꒰ა ⁠♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Bright morning light peaking through the curtains wakes you up. You’re an absolute idiot for not closing the curtains fully, even in your drunken state.

You quite possibly woke up with one of the worst hangovers of your life. The pounding in your head mixed with the feeling of nausea is unbearable. If you manage to survive getting out of bed, you quite possibly might kill Jeonghan for pouring too many shots of tequila down your throat.

Closing your eyes tighter, you move further into the bed. Something blocks you when you've barely nestled under the blankets. It bounces back when you push it aside, and when you finally turn around, you see Seungcheol. A lot of him. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest at the sight of him barely covered by a thin white sheet. That same sheet is doing nothing to hide his morning wood.

You remember kissing Seungcheol at the club while Jeonghan egged you on, and your heated makeout session as he pulled you away from the club. You even remember him putting his hand up your dress. You don’t remember anything that happened in this room, or what led you both to be naked. The dark marks across his neck are a clear indicator more than just innocent sleeping took place. You have reason to believe those marks were left by you.

You pull away from him as quietly as you can. Luckily, you’re in his room, so you could probably sneak out without him noticing. The issue is what happens when you get to your room you share with Soonyoung. You can barely slip away underneath the blankets before he pulls you close.

“Stop trying to run away. Just cuddle with me.” He mumbles, not bothering to open his eyes.

“Seungcheol—”

“Baby, just stay in bed. My head hurts, and cuddling with you will fix it.”

“Baby?” You relax, letting him pull you closer to him. Lying on your side, he pulls your leg up so it’s resting on his stomach. He hasn’t bothered responding to your confusion about your new nickname.

“You’ve never called me baby before.”

“Well, you weren’t my wife before.” You must be hearing things. There is no way he just called you his wife. It feels as if an ice cold bucket of water was poured on you.

“Wife?”

“We got married?”

He knits his brows together. “Pinky, remember I told you I wanna take care of you?"

“I didn’t think you were serious about actually putting a ring on my finger.”

“Speaking of rings. I wanna get you a proper nice ring after I have some caffeine and food, and then possibly give you a reminder about our time in this bed.” He leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Seungcheol—“

“Pinky, before you freak out, just think about the pros of us being married. I can give you a list if you want.” He’s absolutely insane. He can’t actually think randomly getting married in Vegas is a good idea. He has more money in his bank account than you’ll probably ever be worth.

“Why would you actually want to marry me?” You pull away from him.

“I have liked you since college. Long before I saw your cute pink panties. I have more money than I could ever need. I want to take care of you. You work so hard, and I don’t want you to stress about money. I think we’re a good pair. You can’t tell me you don’t have feelings for me.” Seungcheol is laying all his cards out on the table. He’s wanted you for as long as he can remember. This is one shot at trying to fully be with you. Who cares if you skipped a couple major steps and just married you.

“Cheol—“

“Do you not like me?” His face falls a little.

“I obviously like you. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have made out with you. It’s just… people are going to assume I’m a gold digger, or you’re my sugar daddy.”

“I can be your sugar daddy if you want me to be.”

“I’m being serious. This whole thing is crazy.”

He sits up. Reaching over, he rested his hand on your cheek. “It might be crazy, but I like you, and I know we could fall in love so easily if you gave us a real shot. We can pretend we’re just dating if you want. But I would prefer we go all in.”

Well, he’s clearly insane, and you might be too because suddenly his idea isn’t sounding so crazy. ”What does all in include?”

He gives you a gummy smile, “you move in with me, and we live as husband and wife. That means we can kiss and do all the things married people do.”

“Cheol, this is crazy.”

“I know, but let’s just see where this goes.”

“Okay—“

“How about we shower and then go get breakfast, and then I’ll get you a nice ring.” He pulls away the covers, revealing his very naked body. He stands up completely unfazed by the fact that he’s naked.

“Shower?”

“Yeah, I need to shower, and you probably want to shower, and I think we should save water and do it together.”

He walks off to the huge en-suite bathroom he has. You never got to fully look around this suite he booked while you were sober. Before going out, he met everyone at Jeonghan and Joshua’s room. This hotel is definitely too expensive for you. But for the boys, this is nothing.

Right now is the time to be brave. Seungcheol told you he wants to stay married and act like a married couple. If he’s your husband, you should have absolutely no issue joining him in the shower.

Walking into the large white and marble bathroom, you’re greeted by the sight of Seungcheol standing behind the glass. Your eyes are drawn to his very large length, that is basically hard.

“Is my wife going to join me?” He turns to his back and is facing you. Your eyes go to his olive tree tattoo. You remember him getting it Anytime you’ve gone to the pool or seen him shirtless you’ve always wanted to trace it.

Walking towards the shower you slide open the door and step inside. This shower is so big it could probably fit five people. The shower head is above you. Seungcheol steps aside, he’s still under the water but it gives you room.

“Can I kiss you again?” He tilts your head up so you’re looking at him.

“Yes.”

The first time his lips touch yours it’s slow, as if he's testing the waters. Your hand rests on his chest. His hand rests on the back of your head, holding you close to him. His lips move against yours as if he needs you to breathe.

“I couldn’t believe it when you actually agreed to marry me.” He says with his lips against yours. “I would have married you years ago if you would have said yes.” He moves you backwards and your back hits the cold tile behind you.

“You didn’t think about maybe just asking me out on a date?” You say between feather light kisses against his lips.

“I have wanted to ask you out since college. There were a few things that complicated it. One being I was worried about our friend group, another one being that I thought Wonwoo liked you.”

He kind of hit the nail on the head with Wonwoo being brought up. Wonwoo didn't necessarily like you, but you had a good five years when you thought you were in love with him. Turns out time heals a broken heart and you let go of your feelings for him long ago. Wonwoo and you are still very close, you just don’t pine after him like you used to.

“Cheol—“

“You don't have to explain anything to me. Just promise me you’ll give us a shot.”

“I’ll give us a shot, but you don’t want you to worry about Wonwoo.”

“I’m not worried about Wonwoo now. I talked to him before we left and he told me not to worry about him.” Why on earth would he ask Wonwoo about what’s going on?

“Why did you talk to him?”

“My only birthday wish was, I was finally going to ask you to be mine. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t stepping on his toes.” He caged you against the shower wall. “This is the perfect way to spend the morning on my birthday.”

Wrapping your around his neck, you pull him closer to you. “Are you really serious about wanting to be married?”

“One hundred percent. Let me take care of you, baby.”

“I could get used to you calling me that.”

He crashed his lips into yours for a searing kiss. No man has ever kissed you quite like he has. The way his lips move against yours it’s almost as if he’s kissing you like he needs you to breathe.

Reaching down you take his already hardened length in your hand. You can’t lie, you're a little ache between your legs from your wedding night that you don’t fully remember. The size of him alone in your hand, you know it’s gonna take a little while for your body to adjust to him.

His nose rests against yours. A low moan passes his lips as you stroke his velvety length.

“How do you like this?”

“Focus on the head.” He groans.

His hand dips down and he starts playing with your clit, before dipping two fingers into your wet core. “Fuck—“ He moans.

“Cheol—“

“I need to get a condom.” He pulls his hands away from you.

Reaching for his hand you stop him from leaving the shower. The idea of feeling him raw right now turns you on even more..

“I’m on birth control.”

He looks at you with a surprised look playing across his face. “Are you sure?”

“I’m clean. It’s been a year since I’ve had sex with anyone other than my own hand or my vibrator.” That’s definitely embarrassing to admit, but if anyone should know this information it should be your husband.

“I’m clean too. I haven’t had sex in like three months.”

“If you want we can go bare.”

“Where do you want me to finish?”

You let out a little chuckle at this question. “Inside?”

“Okay.” He steps towards you again. “Can you turn around baby?”

Your hands are placed on the cold tile, you arched your back. Looking over your shoulder you watch as he pumps his large length. “We’ll go slow. You said our first time I’m in your words, fucking massive.”

“I trust you to take care of me.”

True to his word he ever so slowly pushed into you. As he bottomed out he gave you time to adjust. His hand gently rubbed your back helping you to relax. The stretching feeling slowly starts to dissipate into a feeling of pleasure.

“You can move. Can you play with my clit while you do?”

“Of course.”

His thrusts are slow but deep. He’s hitting places inside of you, you aren’t quite sure another man has ever reached. Reaching around his fingers rub your clit. Pushing your hips back, you meet his thrust. One of his hands grips your hip tightly,leaving finger print shaped bruises in his wake. With each drag of his cock he seems to brush a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

“Cheol—“ His name comes out as a broken moan.

“Such a good girl.” You could get used to him speaking to you like that. You’ve never been one for dirty talk or pet names, but with him you can’t seem to get enough of it.

“So big.”

“You’re so tight, it’s like you were made for me.”

Pushing your hips back harder, you’re chasing your release that is getting closer and closer. Squeezing your eyes closed you concentrate on the filling of his hands on your clit.

The dam breaks as a white hot wave hits you. A slur of curse words and his name pour from your lips. Your walls contract around his massive length. Your arms start to give out as you start to fall forward. Without even thinking he grabs your hips keeping you from falling.

“Baby, I’m close.” His thrusts are sloppy as he holds you up. He slams your butt against his pelvis as he fills you to the brim, painting your walls with his milky release.

“Can you put your hands back on the wall?”

Even in your dazed state you listen to his request. Your hands are on the cold title wall holding yourself up.

Slowly he pulls out of you, watching as his cum slowly leaks out. He never necessarily had a creampie kink, but seeing you like this might have changed something inside of him. He’s not sure if he could ever wear a condom with you again, after seeing you like this.

“Fuck that was good.” You mumble resting your cheek against the shower wall.

“I need to clean you up.” He reaches for an unused washcloth hanging on the wall.

After an intense round of shower sex, Seungcheol takes his time washing your body, and washing your hair. Once the water is off he even dries you off before wrapping you in an expensive white fluffy robe.

Seungcheol ordered room service. They quickly brought up coffee and pastries.

Thank god you’re sitting in bed wrapped up in a robe and not still naked. The door opens and Jeonghan barges in. Seungcheol doesn’t seem fazed that he’s practically naked wearing only a towel resting low on his hips.

“Soonyoung said you didn’t come back to the room. I had a feeling this is where I would find you.” The grin Jeonghan is wearing is enough of a sign that he’s enjoying this.

“Jeonghan, why are you here?” Seungcheol turns around and starts going through his suitcase.

“I’m making sure you’re both alive and well. Soonyoung was a little concerned about where his roommate ended up sleeping.”

“Well, you found us and were alive. You and the boys do whatever you want today. I’m going to spend the day with Pinky and go shopping.”

“Dude it’s your birthday, don’t you want to have a birthday dinner?”

He looks over at you. He’s trying to figure out if you want to go to dinner with all the boys. “Sure. Can you book us a reservation in the private room at the sushi place downstairs?”

“Sure.” Jeonghan looks over at you giving you a knowing glance.

“Have fun, lovebirds,” he practically sings walking out.

After finally getting rid of Jeonghan, Seungcheol takes you to your room to get ready. Luckily Soonyoung is nowhere to be seen. You weren’t ready to face any of the other boys quite yet. Dressed in a sundress and a pair of sandals he takes you down to the lobby where he has a car waiting for you.

He’s made the decision to go shopping for rings before eating lunch. Arriving at the Bellagio hotel, he takes you by the hand leading you straight to Tiffany and Co. You quite literally can’t afford anywhere like this before in your life.

The moment you enter the store a sales associate walks up and asks if you need any help.

“We’re here for an engagement ring, and wedding bands for each of us.”

You can’t even say anything. You're just shocked this is even real. Everything in this room is absolutely out of your budget.

You’re immediately led off to a private room. Silently you sit there next to Seungcheol as a bunch of rings are placed in front of you.

“Any specific shape in mind?” The sales lady asked.

“No.” When you dreamed about getting married as a teen you never got to the point of imagining a wedding ring.

“Baby, don’t worry about the price. Just pick what you think is perfect for you.” Seungcheol whispers in your ear.

“Are you getting married soon?” She asked.

“We’re actually already married but I want her to have a proper engagement and wedding ring.”

The amount of sparkling diamonds on the tray in front of you, is worth probably more than you will ever make in your lifetime. Your eyes are instantly drawn to a beautiful teardrop shaped diamond. It’s on the smaller side which is perfect for you.

Picking it up, you slide it on your finger. Instantly you know, this is the ring. Glancing over at Seungcheol you find him intently watching you. “Do you think that’s the one, baby?” Him calling you baby still makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

“If it’s not too much, yes.”

“We’ll take that one, and can we see the wedding bands for her and myself.”

Within moments all the engagement rings are gone and instantly a sea of wedding bands are in front of both of you. Your eyes flash over to a v shaped diamond encrusted ring that would match your tear dropped shaped ring perfectly. Without even thinking you point, the one that caught your eye.

Seungcheol picks it up and slides it onto your finger. He grabs the engagement rings and puts them on with it. Instantly something tells you that this is your ring.

“I think I just watched you light up at the sight of these.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“We’ll take these two.” He says before you can even protest.

“Seungcheol, how much are those?

“I told you it doesn’t matter. You’re my wife and I want to spoil you.”

Seungcheol picks a beautiful platinum wedding band with diamonds scattered around it. When it’s time to check out, you try your hardest not to see the total, but unfortunately you see the total is close to thirty thousand and you instantly feel sick. The idea of him dropping that much money instantly is insane.

Luckily your wedding ring set you picked is perfectly your size. Seungcheol wastes no time putting it on your finger.

After ring shopping he takes you out to brunch at a beautiful restaurant. He’s talking to you all about a business trip coming up and asking if you would be interested in traveling with him for now on. How are you supposed to say no to something like this?

“Cheol, I was thinking maybe we should wait until we tell the boys all about our marriage? and hold off on wearing our rings. I was thinking maybe telling them and Wonwoo all together.” You don’t want one of the boys telling Wonwoo. This is definitely something you should tell him.

“If that’s what you want to do. Would you like me to keep your rings safe until then?”

“Yes please. Maybe tonight I should sleep in my room with Soonyoung so the boys don’t push too much.”

“That’s not a bad idea. I’m saying this now, on the flight home you’re riding next to me. Mingyu can sit with Soonyoung.”

“Okay.”

Seungcheol's entire birthday was spent with you. After lunch you went shopping, where he not only bought himself some clothes, but he also had no issues pulling out his fancy black card to buy you a dress he thought would look beautiful on you.

Heading back to your own hotel room you find Soonyoung getting ready.

“Well, well, well. Look at who finally decided to show up.” He teases you, grabbing his belt off the bed.

“Sorry I was a little preoccupied.”

“Preoccupied by Cheol’s dick?”

Soonyoung has never been one to sugar coat things with you.

“I’m not kissing and telling.”

“I’ve heard he’s pretty big. I’m shocked you’re still walking.”

“Soonyoung, shut up.” You grab a decorative pillow and throw it at him. He quickly dodges it and gives you a huge smile.

“Damn you’re feisty. I thought getting some good dick would make you chill out.”

Oh if only he knew what getting ‘good dick’ had led to.

“I’m going to change my shoes and then we should head downstairs.”

Arriving at the restaurant you show up just as Seungcheol arrives with Jeonghan and Joshua. Minghao and Mingyu arrive shortly after. This sushi restaurant is absolutely gorgeous.

The host leads you back to a private room where you have a private chef. There aren’t any food menus passed around, only a cocktail menu. The chef starts making omakase style sushi for the group.

This is the nicest sushi dinner you have ever had. The boys are having a great time, each with a ton of delicious sushi and drinking. Jeonghan ran off to the bar and paid for a huge bottle of sake. He comes back into the room and starts pouring liquor straight into everyone's mouth.

You’re sitting across from Seungcheol watching him have a great time. Seeing him happy instantly makes you happy.

The moment the check comes, Seungcheol pulls out his black card before anyone could argue. Before the waiter could get out of the room Jeonghan rushes up and swaps the cards.

Jeonghan hands the card back to Seungcheol. “You pay me too much to do my job. This is the least I could do for my best friend.”

The two of them have been best friends since freshman year of college when they were roommates. Jeonghan was there every step of the way of Seungcheol creating his company. It was inevitable that Jeonghan would work for him and make bank alongside him.

The night comes to a close and the group is heading off to the elevators. You and Seungcheol are walking in the back of the pack. He keeps intentionally bumping you, and giving you knowing looks.

He gives you a quick kiss before anyone can see. The way he’s looking at you, gives you butterflies.

Parting ways everyone to head off to their own room, you head off with Soonyoung. You’re getting ready to shower before you get a text.

from cheol 🍒: Goodnight baby

from wifey 💕: Goodnight my husband 💗

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The last four days after returning home have been an absolute whirlwind. Seungcheol immediately hired people to pack up your things and move you into your now shared penthouse.

As soon as you returned home you had to take a trip to Seungcheol’s bank, so you could be added onto all his accounts. Reluctantly you took all the fancy debit and credit cards he gave you.

This whole situation doesn’t feel real. According to Seungcheol, the black card that is now in your name can be used for anything you want.

Today is the first day things feel slightly normal. You’ve been working all day on a freelance assignment you were able to get. Seungcheol has been at the office all afternoon. You don’t expect him home until just before the boys are coming over for game night. It’s going to take some getting used to living in this huge penthouse.

The door opens and Seungcheol walks in carrying too many designer shopping bags. You instantly know he went on a shopping spree for you.

“Cheol, what did you get?” You close your laptop and look at your husband.

“I got you some new clothes, a purse that I saw because it made me think of you. Some things that are more selfishly for me.”

“What did you get for yourself?” He sets one of the bags on the counter and pulls out some very expensive looking lingerie. You can’t help but smile. “So you saw that and thought of me?”

“Yes. There is also a pretty dress I got for you to wear tonight.”

Something deep down inside of you told you, telling Wonwoo wasn’t going to be easy. Having this game night with the intention of telling the boys about your marriage suddenly feels tacky and wrong.

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Dressed in a beautiful flowy yellow dress Seungcheol bought you as a gift. You should feel beautiful and happy, but you aren’t. You’re anxious and feel nauseous. It feels weird that Seungcheol had no issue dropping all this money on a designer dress and shoes for you to wear tonight.

Taking a deep breath you walk out of the bathroom and find Seungcheol standing in front of the mirror fixing up his hair. He looks so handsome.

“You look gorgeous.” He says the moment his eyes lock on you through the mirror.

“Thank you for the dress.”

Turning around he steps towards you. His dark eyes slowly travel up and down your body. He looks at you like you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. “We need to go shopping and get you more dresses like this. You look absolutely breathtaking.”

“You’re just saying that because it makes my boobs look big.” The moment you put this dress on you saw how crazy it made your chest look.

“That's just a bonus, but you look absolutely beautiful.”

He reaches out holding your hand. “If you want to keep our marriage on the down low we can.”

This isn’t a secret you can keep to yourself. You don’t want to lie to your friends about what is going on between you and Seungcheol. If you agreed to stay married that definitely means everyone should know you’re married.

“You and I both know you are going to call me your wife and confuse people sooner rather than later.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“You rarely call me Pinky anymore. You seem to be quite fond of baby and your wife.”

The boys start showing up one by one. Wonwoo comes over pretty early on. You’re chatting in the kitchen together. He’s drinking a beer, while you’re sipping on a glass of wine. Wonwoo is telling you about his work trip. He asked about the Vegas trip. You dance around telling him about what has unfolded between you and Seungcheol.

“How drunk did everyone get it?”

“I don’t even remember everything from Cheol‘s party at the club.”

You don’t think you have ever gotten that drunk in your life. Even at crazy college parties, you never got nearly that drunk.

“Damn. I missed black out drunk Pinky?” Wonwoo lets out a laugh.

“I would prefer I never black out again.”

“I don’t blame you. I wish I could have gone. You all seemed like you had an amazing trip.”

“Wonwoo and Pinky get in here.” Soonyoung yells from the living room.

Game night is already as chaotic as it tends to be. It’s not a game night if Jeonghan isn’t trying to find a way to cheat. Him and Joshua are being absolute menaces like they normally are together. You’re sitting on the couch next to Seungcheol.

Jeonghan is attempting to cheat to win.

“Pinky, you’re just jealous you’re losing like always.”

You know Jeonghan is joking, he’s always loved to tease you. The problem is you can feel how annoyed Seungcheol is.

“Hey, don’t speak to my wife that way.” The moment the word wife leaves his mouth it feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room.

“Whoa wait, what?” Jeonghan looks extremely confused, along with the rest of the room.

Suddenly the room goes dead silent for what feels like a lifetime. Seungcheol stares at you with wide eyes. Looking past your husband you see Wonwoo standing next to Joshua. The look of confusion on his face morphs into hurt.

“You guys actually got married?”’Jeonghan asked the question clearly the whole room wanted to ask.

“Yeah we got married. We’re fully together now.” Seungcheol says. You’re left sitting there silently in shock.

“We thought you two just got drunk and fucked.” Soonyoung chimes in.

Wonwoo looks at Soonyoung and then walks off towards the kitchen. This is not how you wanted him to find out. Hell this isn’t how you wanted any of them to find out.

“We got married.” Seungcheol squeezes your hand.

“Did you move in here?” Joshua asked.

“Yeah, she moved in.”

“What about your lease?” Joshua is asking the same questions you asked.

“It’s over in four months and Seungcheol is helping me with it.”

Jeonghan barks out a laugh. “You two are actually insane, but for some reason I think this is a good idea.”

Stepping away from Seungcheol, he releases your hand. Walking away from everyone, you head off to the kitchen where you find Wonwoo leaning against the counter.

“Wonwoo—“

“What were you thinking? Pinky you’re smarter than this.”

“We were drunk and it just happened.”

Taking his glasses off he rubs his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “Are you guys going to get this annulled?" He puts his glasses back on.

“No, we're going to stay married.”

The look on his face isn’t like anything you’ve ever seen before. He’s never looked this sad or disappointed when he’s with you. “You’re insane, you can’t think this is a good idea. You’ve never even dated each other and now suddenly you’re married.”

Wonwoo is bringing to the surface all the little insecurities you’ve had about being married suddenly.

“I know it’s crazy, but I think this is a good idea. Seungcheol has liked me for a while, and I can’t lie, I've had feelings for him.”

He barks out a laugh. “That’s fucking fantastic. I’m so glad you talked about your feelings. Maybe try dating before just jumping into being married.”

That hurt so much more than you thought it would. Wonwoo’s reaction is worse than you could have imagined.

“Wonwoo, you’re being mean.”

“No, I’m being real. You and Cheol are in some honeymoon lalaland and not realizing this is absolutely insane.”

“We talked about this and we think it’s a good idea.”

The shame that takes over you, knowing that one reason Seungcheol wants to be married to you is so he can support and take care of you.

“I can’t stand here and lie to you, and say this is a good idea.” He pushes himself off the counter. “I’m going to head out.”

“You’re really just going to leave?” Tears brim your eyes as you try your hardest not to cry.

“Yes.”

“Wonwoo why are you acting like this?”

“Because if I would have gone on this trip, none of this would have happened.”

The feeling of an ice cold bucket of water being dumped on you makes the room fall dead silent. Wonwoo stands there looking defeated and tears are now sliding down your cheeks.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s fine, I should leave.” Without saying another word Wonwoo walks out of your new home. He doesn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone, he just leaves. The worst part of it all, is now you’re both hurt and you’re not quite sure you can ever fix things between you.

The tears don’t stop falling. How are you supposed to just walk back out there where all your friends are and act like nothing happened. Leaning against the counter you push away your tears.

Looking up you find Seungcheol walking towards you. “Baby what happened?” He rested his hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“Wonwoo said we’re crazy and said we should annul this.” Closing your eyes you try and stop the tears from falling.

“We might be crazy, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting this, from wanting you.”

“I want this.” You lean up towards him. He leans in, resting his nose against yours. “I want you.”

“Don’t let Wonwoo upset you. He’ll come around.”

“I need to stop crying. I don’t need the boys knowing about my fight with Wonwoo.”

He leans in pressing his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “Mingyu left to go talk to him. He kind of stormed out, but none of the boys will judge you. Just go back out there and act like nothing happened.”

Seungcheol was right, walking back to the living room the remaining boys acted like nothing happened. Soonyoung is more interested in seeing your very expensive ring that Seungcheol bought you in Vegas.

“I can’t believe you were just sharing a room with me pretending you weren’t married.”

“Cut me some slack, we were trying to navigate this.”

Soonyoung nudges your shoulder. “I thought you had seemed happier since the club that night. Now it makes sense. Clearly our beloved Cheol is treating you right in more ways than one.” He raises his eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Soonyoung—“

“Fine, don't have to talk about it. But I want you to know if being married to Seungcheol makes you happy, I fully support you guys.”

The night comes to a close and the boys head out leaving you alone with your husband. Seungcheol finds you in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine. That conversation with Wonwoo was so much harder than you expected it to be.

Seungcheol comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your stomach. He rested his head on your shoulder. “Baby—”

“Cheol?”

“How about we take a bath together and then let me take care of you.”

“Okay.”

Seungcheol en-suite bathroom is double the size of yours in your small one bedroom apartment. There is a standalone large shower, and bathtub that can comfortably fit two people. The bath is filled with vanilla scented water and lots of bubbles. Seungcheol is sitting with his back against the edge and you’re lounging between his legs.

Silently you play with the bubbles in front of you. Seungcheol is focused on you. He can tell how upset you are. He knows your conversation with Wonwoo hurt your feelings. Anyone who knows you, knows how close you and Wonwoo are. He’s pretty sure you and Wonwoo have never even had an argument.

“I like you so much.” He says capturing your attention. His hand rests on your soft stomach, kneading the flesh. His hand dips lower, his finger dips between your folds. Slowly his finger starts toying with your sensitive clit. “Relax and let me take care of you.”

It’s only been a week and somehow Seungcheol knows all the right places to touch to make you fall apart instantly.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Rolling your head back against his shoulder, you moan loudly. “You’re so good for me.” He whispered against your ear. “Let’s get you out of here and move this to our bed.”

Seungcheol referring to things in his home as yours still feels strange.

Laying on the bed with a sea of expensive high thread cotton sheets surrounding you. Your legs are spread. Your husband is sitting on his knees slowly thrusting into you over and over again.

“You feel so good.” He moans.

His hand rests on your mound. His thumb is rubbing circles on your clit pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

When you’re like this with Seungcheol nothing else seems to matter. You aren’t thinking about your fight with Wonwoo. You aren’t thinking about money. The only thing you can think about is how he’s making you feel.

His pace is slow and deep. Your body is learning to adapt to the sheer size of your husband’s cock.

The closer you get to your orgasm washing over you, the closer you want him. Your reach for him. All you can do is moan his name. Instantly he knows what you want. His body hovers over you, caging you in. Your fingers tangle in his hair holding him close to you. Rolling his hips into you, his pelvis keeps brushing your clit, pushing you closer and closer.

The moment the knot in your stomach snaps you find your release moaning his name like a prayer. His own release follows. Echoing sounds of low moans and broken words pass his lips. He fills you to the brim and stills hovering over you. He doesn’t move, he just leans down and kisses you repeatedly.

“I’m so happy you’re my wife.” He said against your lips.

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It’s been three weeks since you last saw Wonwoo. Every time you contemplate texting him and asking him to talk, you end up chickening out.

During this time you have been trying so hard to get used to your new life. Luckily you were finally able to secure a few new writing jobs. Things in your professional life finally seem to be going in the right direction.

Your week days are filled with hanging out in the kitchen in your makeshift office, while Seungcheol goes into work.

Things with your new married life are taking a little bit to get used to. You aren’t quite sure you’ll ever be able to properly comprehend how much money Seungcheol truly makes. The amount of money Seungcheol has no issue dropping on you is absolutely absurd. This whole sharing his bank account situation is still rubbing you the wrong way.

Standing in the grocery store you’re pushing the cart listening to Soonyoung tell you all about his date. After one single date he’s basically already in love with this girl.

At the check out you watch the total slowly go up. Without even thinking you go to grab your own credit card. One that’s for an account not attached to your husband’s.

Before you can tap your card you see Soonyoung give you a look. “Why aren’t you using his credit card?”

“I can pay for myself.”

“I know you can, but you aren’t just buying groceries for yourself now. They’re for him too, and he’s going to be pissed if he realizes you spent your own personal money on him.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab the black metal card Seungcheol gave you. “I hate this. This whole thing makes me feel like he’s my sugar daddy.”

“Pinky, he can’t be your sugar daddy when he’s literally your husband. He wants to support his wife. It’s his job. For the love of god, just let him spend money on you.”

After grocery shopping with Soonyoung you head home and put everything away. The whole time you’re alone with your thoughts you think about reaching out to Wonwoo. It’s eating away at you, that your friendship might be over because of your marriage. Even though you miss Wonwoo, you can’t bring yourself to give up your marriage to make him happy.

Another thing that can’t seem to leave your mind is the whole spending Seungcheol money situation. It doesn’t leave your mind the entire day.

After a long day at work Seungcheol asked if you would go out to dinner with him. Sitting in another expensive restaurant, you look at the menu, your eyes about bulge out of your head at the prices. Looking up at Seungcheol he’s scrolling through his phone.

“Cheol, this place is expensive.”

“It's fine, just order whatever you want.”

The waitress comes back around. Seungcheol orders a bottle of wine and an expensive steak. She turns to you.

“I’ll take the house salad.”

“Is that all?” She takes the menu from your hands.

“Yes.”

Seungcheol hands over his menu and tilts his head at you. “Why did you only order an appetizer salad?”

“I’m not that hungry.”

“Baby, I told you money isn’t an issue.”

“I’m aware, but to me this place is too expensive.”

He opens his mouth to speak and instantly closes it. There is a long beat of silence as you just stare at each other.

“How was work?” You’re trying your hardest to change the subject.

“It was fine. Some clients came in and I had Jeonghan and Mingyu handle it. I was thinking about taking some time off, so we could celebrate being married just the two of us.”

“How long?”

“Maybe a week.”

The waitress comes over with a bottle of wine and silently pours each of you a glass.

“Before you go, can my wife please order the salmon risotto?”

You go to open your mouth and he sends you a look basically letting you know not to complain.

Reaching for the glass of wine, you bite your tongue. You want to tell him to stop spending money on you, but you know this is a fight.

The rest of dinner is quiet. You don’t complain about the money, just sit there making small talk with him. The moment the check comes you blankly stare at the table. You don’t want to know how much the bill is. You know the sound of his metal black card hitting the check book.

He stands up and takes your hand leading you out towards the valet. Seungcheol can tell something is wrong. You might not have been married very long, but you’ve been friends for over a decade. He knows how to read you like an open book. He’s well aware he’s upset you.

Arriving home the elevator ride is just as quiet as the car ride home. Seungcheol knows you need to talk before going to bed.

He goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water while you head off to the bedroom. Walking back into the bedroom he finds you putting on your pajamas.

“Pinky?”

“Yes?” You turn to face him.

“If you’re going to yell at me, can you please do it now?”

A heavy sigh passes your lips. Sitting on the edge of the bed. “Cheol I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to yell at you. I wish you would realize how jarring all of this is for me.” He stands in front of you and silently listens to what you have to say. “I went from struggling to get writing jobs and living from paycheck to paycheck to this. It’s insane you have no problem dropping thousands on me. I’m not used to this luxury lifestyle you live.”

“I make so much money, I’m happy I finally have someone to spend it on.”

“That’s nice, but this whole lifestyle doesn’t feel real to me. It makes me uncomfortable just throwing your card around like it’s nothing. I want you to be my husband, not my sugar daddy.”

“I’ll try and tone it down. Just understand that occasionally I’m going to want to spoil you.”

“We need to find a middle ground.”

“I’ll try to calm down with the money.” He stepped closer to you. Putting his hand under your chin he tilts your head up. He drags his thumb across your bottom lip. “I don’t want to upset you. My goal as your husband is to support you emotionally and to make you happy.”

“You do make me happy. I just need you to understand where I’m coming from.”

“I do.”

Leaning down he presses his lips to yours. You honestly don’t want to fight with him. This conversation could change a lot of things. You hope that he truly understands.

A few days passed and Seungcheol decided to take a week off of work to spend time as a properly married couple. On the first day he asked if you wanted to take a vacation somewhere and you immediately shut that down.

You’re on day three and after taking a trip to the museum and getting lunch, you’re laying on the couch together watching a movie. He just placed an order for your favorite Thai food place.

He’s laying on his back with you resting between his legs. “How do you feel about eventually having a proper wedding?”

You’ve definitely thought about this a few times.

“I’m not opposed to it.”

“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. I would like to properly marry you in front of our friends and families.”

You want to stay married but it oddly feels too soon to be thinking about this. “Maybe we should wait a little while to plan this.”

“Okay.” He’s a little sad you clearly don't want to do this now, but he’s trying to be understanding.

“When do we have a proper wedding can it not be super expensive?”

“It can be whatever you want it to be. You can have full reign planning it.” He doesn’t care how his wedding looks as long as you’re the one walking down the aisle towards him. He pined after you for years. All he cares about is you’re finally his.

“Is Soonyoung going to be your man of honor?”

You’ve known Soonyoung since you were sixteen. He’s been your best friend ever since. It would be weird if he wasn’t your man of honor.

“Yes. Is your best man Jeonghan?” You lace your fingers with his. Gently squeezing his hand.

“I think he would kill me in my sleep if I picked someone else.”

“He would make me a widow if you hurt his feelings like that.”

“I have to make sure I don’t die on you.” He brings your hands up to his lips and presses a kiss to the top of your hand. “I’m enjoying being home and getting to spend time with you.”

“This has been nice.” You’ve known Seungcheol for a decade, but this feels like you’re getting to know each other on a romantic and more intimate level.

Soon your take out arrives and you spend the evening eating dinner and enjoying each other's company. As night falls you’re tangled up in your sheets. Laying on your stomach with a pillow under your hips. Seungcheol is on his knees straddling your legs. He pushes his hips into yours at a slow and deep pace. This angle has his hitting spots inside of you that have never been reached.

Your fingers grip the sheet. Closing your eyes you moan his name. He’s stretching you out in the best way possible. Leaning down he presses a trail of open mouth kisses across your spine.

“Fuck—“

“You feel so good.” He moans.

Lifting your hips, you push them back slightly to meet his thrust. Sex with your husband is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

“Baby.” His moans are intoxicating.

“I’m— cl-close.” He’s practically made you a rambling mess.

“Cum for me.”

He picks up his pace helping both of you chase your highs. Squeezing your eyes closed your high washes over you like a white hot wave. He gets two more thrust in before he slams his lips into your butt hitting his own high. He feels you to the brim with his milky white release.

Pulling out of you, he watches intently as his release leaks out of you.

Jumping off the bed he cleans up the mess he made before crawling into bed with you. Pulling you close to him your head rests on his chest as he gently rubs your side. It’s not long before sleep finds both of you.

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You’ve been married for two months and things are finally starting to feel normal. Seungcheol has chilled out after practically throwing money at you.

It’s been a long day for you. You lucked out and found a new writing job that pays well. You’ve spent all day trying to finish as much as possible whileSeungcheol’s been at the office all day. The moment he gets home he immediately finds you in your bedroom working on writing. You’ve made yourself cozy on the bed with your lap desk and a cup of tea.

“Jeonghan is hosting a game night tonight.” He says walking across the bedroom towards you.

You close your laptop, setting it on your nightstand. “Is everyone going to be there?” It’s been a while since your whole friend group has hung out. Things have been a little office since everyone found out about your marriage.

“That’s what I’m being told.”

“Does that include Wonwoo?”

He leans against the dresser and lets out a heavy sigh. He knows that this whole Wonwoo situation is eating away at you. He’s never liked seeing you sad, and knowing that you’re hurt right now makes him want to fix this.

“Probably not.”

“It’s safe to say I ruined our friend group.”

“You didn’t ruin the friend group. You aren’t the only one who is to blame here. He’s not just upset with you.”

“I hate this.”

“Pinky, can I ask you something?” He has a feeling he already knows the answer to this, but it’s going to eat away at him if he doesn’t ask you.

“Yeah?”

“I know Wonwoo liked you, but did you also like him?” His question caught you off guard. What the hell did he mean? Wonwoo liked you too?

“At one point I’m pretty sure I was in love with him, it was one-sided though.” This is the first time you’re admitting out loud you were in love with Wonwoo.

The look on Seungcheol's face hurts. His normal bright eyes have sadness behind him. “Pinky—“ He thought everyone knew Wonwoo was in love with you. “Wonwoo liked you.”

You’re giving him a look he can’t even explain. You look like he just told you the worst news possible. “Oh—“

“It seems half the group knew about your feelings and the other half knew about his. Maybe that’s why so many people were confused about us getting together.”

“Wonwoo liked me?” Suddenly it feels like the glass floor below you shattered. How on earth did you not realize that he liked you back.

“Yeah.”

“ I just feel so confused. I thought when I was in love with him it was one-sided.” Your eyes brim with tears.

“I’m sorry—“ He whispers, watching as your tears slide down your cheek.

“I think I should go.” You push yourself off the bed.

“Pinky—“

“Cheol, I’m confused and I need space.” Walking off to the closet, grab the closest duffle bag you can find.

Closing his eyes he tries his hardest not to cry. Walking over to the bed he sits there silently watching you pack a bag to leave him. Everything is suddenly crumbling and he doesn't know what to say or do to fix it.

When your bag is finally packed you don’t kiss him goodbye. He follows you to the front door. Before you can leave he grabs your hand.

“I’m begging you not to give up on us. I know this is confusing and I’m sorry about everything. Just please give us a chance.”

“I’m going to stay with either Soonyoung or Joshua.” Those are the last words out of your mouth before you walk out of the door.

Game night is essentially canceled. Soonyoung and Joshua rush to meet up with you, so you aren’t alone.

Jeonghan, Minghao, and Mingyu go to the bar with a very upset Seungcheol. The only way he’ll get through the night is if he drinks enough to forget. He knew when you found out about Wonwoo you might take it badly, but he didn’t expect for you to confess you were basically in love with Wonwoo before you got married.

Sitting on Soonyoung’s couch you cry your eyes out telling the boys about what happened. You embarrassingly cry about your missed connection with Wonwoo.

Your mind can’t seem to let go of the thought that you could have been with Wonwoo. You told yourself over a year ago you got over him. You finally moved on and weren’t in love anymore. Why did Seungcheol admitting Wonwoo returned feelings suddenly break your heart? Things with Seungcheol are good, why are you questioning if you should stay married?

Soonyoung holds you close as you cry. “Pinky, I think you should stay here. You and Seungcheol can work this out. But I think you need to figure out what you feel for Wonwoo.”

“Soonyoung is right, I think you need to navigate your feelings for Wonwoo. From what you have said, you were in love with him. Cheol basically gave you emotional whiplash confirming Wonwoo had feelings for you.”

Week one, it feels like a breakup. You find yourself trapped in Soonyoung's guest room at your own volition. You've cried on and off for days. You only leave the room when Soonyoung or Joshua drags you out.

Seungcheol isn't fairing much better. He's found himself at the bottom of a bottle, attempting to drink away his pain. He feels guilty for how everything unfolded between you.

Week three, you're back to working nonstop on writing assignments. You've just thrown yourself into work. You're back to living paycheck to paycheck. You've offered to pay Soonyoung rent for taking up his guest room, but every time he refuses to take any of your money.

This week Seungcheol stopped by Soonyoung's studio to attempt to check on you.

"Cheol why are you here?"

Soonyoung wasn't expecting to see him. Since your "break up" or more so "break" the friend group has been in a state of disarray. Things have seemed to split between everyone. Wonwoo is only speaking to Mingyu. Seungcheol is only seeing Mingyu, Minghao and Jeonghan. You're living with Soonyoung and only seeing him and Joshua. Everyone is aware Jeonghan and Joshua are still seeing each other. The only details Seungcheol has received regarding about you are the things Jeonghan has shared.

"I'm here to see how my wife is doing." Seungcheol sounds like a broken man. He's experienced heartbreak before, but this feels so different.

"Cheol, she's clearly hurt and confused." Soonyoung has done and will do anything to protect you. Even if that means protecting you from the man you've fallen in love with.

"I hate this." Seungcheol sighs, pushing his fingers through his hair.

"Do you think I like this? She's miserable, and clearly you're miserable."

"How is work going for her?" He knows you've gone back to picking up a ton of writing jobs. He's also very aware you haven't been using any of his cards he's given you. He hates that you're going to be struggling to get by again.

"She's always working. She's always on her laptop writing." Soonyoung knows he needs to let Seungcheol know at least some of what is going on with you.

"Are you charging her for rent?"

Soonyoung barks out a bitter laugh. "Fuck you, Cheol. You know I would never ask her for money."

Seungcheol looks down feeling ashamed he even asked. This whole situation is a mess, things feel so tense between him and Soonyoung now. "I'm sorry I asked. I came here to offer you money for taking her in."

Soonyoung rolls his eyes. "Dude she's not a burden. She's fine, she can stay with me as long as she wants."

"God, I just want her back." Seungcheol sighs.

"Yeah, I know Cheol. You just need to give her space. She'll come back to you when she's ready.”

“What if she's never ready?"

"She will be. So give her space."

A month and half in, you still can't kick the aching feeling in your chest. Joshua finally convinced you to have a movie night with him and Soonyoung. You're caught off guard when you find Jeonghan standing in Joshua's kitchen.

"Pinky." Jeonghan smiles the moment he sees you.

"Hannie." Your eyes brim with tears instantly. You've missed him so much.

Jeonghan steps closer to you and pulls you into a hug. You haven’t been seeing all the boys, but you know you've probably destroyed the whole friend group.

Jeonghan releases you and kisses your forehead. "I was tired of you avoiding me. I had to force Shua to let me crash your movie night."

Reaching up you push away your tears that have fallen.

"Pinky, why are you crying?"

"I miss you. I miss what our friend group used to be. I miss—" you want to say your husband's name desperately. You've missed him nonstop since the moment you walked out of your home you had shared.

"We miss you too." He reaches down, brushing away your tears. "He misses you like crazy. He asks me every day if I have heard from you."

Hearing Jeonghan mention Seungcheol makes your chest squeeze. "I miss him too. I'm just still confused."

"That's okay, Pinky."

"Can you tell him I say hi?"

"Of course."

Two months in Seungcheol has reached his breaking point. He's aware his marriage might be over, but even if it is, he wants you to fix things with Wonwoo.

Swallowing his pride he goes to see Wonwoo. He hasn't seen Wonwoo in four months, since that night everyone found out about your marriage. Wonwoo and Mingyu have lived together since college. Mingyu was kind enough to let him know Wonwoo is home.

Knocking on the front door he holds his breath waiting. The door opens, and Wonwoo stares at him looking confused.

"Why are you here?" Wonwoo finally speaks.

"I'm assuming you know Pinky and I are on a break?"

Wonwoo holds the door open and steps aside for Seungcheol to walk in. He walks over and sits on the couch that's placed under the window. Seungcheol sits on the chair across from the couch.

"I know about your break. Mingyu let me know." Wonwoo is just as torn up about your friendship. He's devastated at how things unfolded between the two of you that night. He can still see the way you looked at him.

"That doesn't tell me why you're here Cheol."

"Did Mingyu tell you what happened between us?"

"Nope." He didn't ask any questions. He honestly didn't feel comfortable knowing what happened.

"Well I always knew you were in love with her, but I didn't realize she loved you."

Wonwoo's eyes go wide. He feels like he's been punched in the gut. "What?"

Seungcheol lets out a heavy sigh and runs his hands up and down his face. "I didn't realize you both had feelings for each other and it's clear, Pinky has unresolved feelings for you."

"Cheol, I didn't know."

"I know. If I had known— even though I love her Wonwoo, I don't think I would have made a move on her. I thought you were the only one with feelings for her." His voice is shaky, and he sounds as if he's about to fall apart at any moment.

This whole situation is a god damn mess. "Cheol, she doesn't love me anymore. She wouldn't have married you if she did."

"I keep trying to tell myself that."

Wonwoo takes his glasses off, he sits them down on the couch next to him. He pinches his nose taking a deep breath. "What do you want from this conversation?"

Seungcheol isn't sure why he fully came here. To be honest he just wants you and Wonwoo to fix things between you in one way or another. If he loses you to Wonwoo, it might break his heart, but he'll be okay one day if he knows you're happy.

"I just want you back in Pinky's life. I don't care if she picks you, I just want you to be there for her."

Wonwoo leans forward resting his elbows on his knees. "You really love her don't you."

"Wonwoo, I love her so fucking much."

˚₊‧꒰ა ⁠♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The front door opens and you hear footsteps approaching. Looking up you find Wonwoo standing there. God you’ve missed seeing him.

He sat down at the table across from you. He paused for a moment. “Your husband came and talked to me. I think he’s right. We should talk. I’m sorry about how things ended last time we talked. ”

“What?” Closing your laptop you knit your brows at him.

“He told me that you’re torn up over not talking to me.”

It's been six months since you last saw him, and the sight of him sitting front of you makes you want to cry.

“Wonwoo, this whole thing is a mess.”

“He also told me that he informed you that I was basically in love with you.”

“I had no clue." There is a twisting feeling in your stomach.

“It’s okay, I didn’t realize you felt the same way. I always just assumed you were in love with Cheol.” It's clear you were oblivious to the affection both boys had for you.

“This whole situation is complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“Wonwoo, my brain can’t process the fact I’m fucking married and now I’m finding out you were in love with me.”

“Did you still love me when you went to Vegas?” He asks calmly.

“No.”

“Then why does it matter?”

“Because what if we're supposed to be together?”

It’s the what ifs that are now eating you alive.

“But we aren’t, so why does it matter?”

“Why doesn’t it matter?”

“Because you’re literally married, and it’s clear Seungcheol is in love with you. You might not want to admit it, but you love him now.” He reaches out, taking your hand.

“Wonwoo—“

“Do you actually want to be with me? Do you want to give up everything you’ve built with him?”

“No.”

“Then it doesn’t matter what we used to feel.”

“I’m scared of what I have with him. The whole thing has felt like a whirlwind, and we haven’t done anything in the correct order.”

“Don’t be scared. If I didn’t think Seungcheol was good for you, I would have kept pushing for you to end your marriage.”

“It would have been so much easier if we dated first.”

“Then tell him you want to date, before you go back to acting like a married couple. Tell him you need space of your own.”

"Wonwoo."

"Yeah, Pinky?"

"I missed you so much." You can't help but cry.

Wonwoo stands up and walks over to you. He holds his hand out. You grab it as you stand up. Without even thinking you wrap your arms around him holding him close. You cry as he holds you. His large hand runs up and down your back, soothing you.

"Wonwoo how do I fix things with him?"

He pulls away a little. Before leaning anything he leans down and kisses your forehead. "I think it's time you go home to your husband."

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Soonyoung helps you pack up your stuff and Jeonghan offers to give you a ride to your home you share with Seungcheol. Pulling into the parking garage Jeonghan glances over at you. What if it's been too long and Seungcheol has decided he no longer wants you back.

"Pinky?"

"Huh?"

"Are you nervous?"

"Yeah, I broke his heart leaving. What if he's decided he doesn't want me back?"

Jeonghan reaches over unbuckling your seatbelt. "Don't be dumb Pinky, he clearly still wants you. He wouldn't have sent Wonwoo to you if he didn't."

Taking a deep breath you open the door. Jeonghan walks to the back and grabs your two duffle bags. He helps you carry your stuff into the elevator and walks down the hall to the door of the penthouse.

Standing at the door, you pause, it's been two months, should you knock or just walk in? Jeonghan doesn't let you get lost in your thoughts. He puts in the door code and walks in.

Seungcheol is standing in the kitchen when you enter.

"Cheol, I brought your wife back." Jeonghan can't help but smile.

You awkwardly wave, "hi, Cheol."

"Hi, baby." Him calling you baby instantly makes you smile. Jeonghan takes your back from you and heads off the master bedroom. You and Seungcheol don't say anything for a moment. It's almost as if you're both waiting for your time alone so you can talk.

Jeonghan comes back into the entry way. "I'm going to leave you guys alone. I'm going to go get dinner with Shua."

The front door locks and Seungcheol holds out his hand. Without even thinking you take his hand. He leads you off to the dining room. He pulls out a chair and you sit down. He sits down across from you. This all feels so weird.

You break the screaming silence that has formed between you. "Wonwoo came to see me."

"I know."

"He told me it shouldn't matter that we had a missed connection. I wasn't in love with him when we got married, and even if I'm afraid to admit it, I'm in love with you."

Seungcheol can't help but smile at the fact you're admitting you love him. "You love me?"

"Yeah I do, and because I love you, it shouldn't matter that I missed what could have been between me and Wonwoo."

Seungcheol reaches across the table and laces his fingers with yours. "Pinky, I love you, and I haven't stopped, even while you were gone."

"That's good, because I want to work on our marriage."

He squeezes your hand. "You wanna stay married?"

"Yeah I do."

He can't help it when his eyes brim with tears. When he sent Wonwoo to see you, he had given up all hope that things would stay the same with you two. "I missed you so much, baby."

"I missed you too."

Seungcheol stands up and you do the same. He walks over to you, and pulls you into his chest. Pulling back you look up at him. Without a second thought he crashes his lips into yours for a desperate kiss. He hasn't seen you in months and every part of his body and soul has craved you. He never wants to go even a day without talking to you.

Pulling away a little he smiles down at you. "I have a request."

"What's that baby?" He'll do anything you could possibly ask him to.

"We can still be married, but can we act like we're dating. I feel like we skipped so many steps and I want to experience what it's like to date you."

He gives you a big smile. "We can absolutely do that."

Ten months later you find yourself preparing to walk down the aisle for an official wedding with your husband. Things have gone back to normal with your friend group. This time when you're getting married all your family and friends are here.

Your bridal party consists of Soonyoung as your man of honor. The rest of your bridal party is a mix of Minghao's girlfriend, Joshua, and your cousin. Seungcheol's best man is obviously Jeonghan, he was very serious when he threatened to make you a widow when Seungcheol joked about picking someone else with him. His groomsmen are Mingyu, Minghao, and Wonwoo.

Wonwoo managed to sneak off and met up with you, Soonyoung and Joshua. All three boys doted on you telling you on and on about how beautiful you look.

Walking down the aisle you immediately cry at the sight of Seungcheol waiting for you. Your wedding is everything you've ever dreamed of. It's not some crazy lavish event, it's the perfect wedding for you. The one expensive Seungcheol fought you on, was paying for the dress of your dreams.

Your vows are perfect, Seungcheol lights up as he's told to kiss the bride. Your kiss is dramatic, he dips you, kissing you in a grand fashion. Friends and family cheer applauding.

The reception feels like a blur. It's the perfect party, Seungcheol made a big deal about multiple open bars, and having it in a big venue for all your friends and family to party.

The ceiling above the dance floor is draped in sparkling twinkle lights. The song you picked for your first dance plays. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as you sway to the beat of the music. There isn’t some grand choreo, it’s just the two of you lost in the moment in the middle of the dance floor. All eyes are on you, but the only thing you can focus on is Seungcheol.

"I love you," He says just loud enough for you to say.

"I love you too."

You might have had an untraditional start, but the only thing that matters is you ended up here.

[wvercho]

If i need to read the most tooth rotting fluff i just run to mingyu fics

[muntitled]

The same way yall say x afab!reader you need to start saying x white!reader

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The same way yall say x afab!reader you need to start saying x white!reader

[infectiouspiss]

2026

FUCK HARD

FUCK FAST

FUCK BADLY

NEVER USE GENERATIVE AI

CREATE JOY

MUSIC ALWAYS

PSPSPSPS AT KITTIES ON THE STREET

YUMMY SOUP

go see the doctor about that thing

BE TRANSGENDER

KISS YOUR FRIENDS

EAT CHEESE

NEVER KILL YOURSELF

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[smileysuh]

mister unimpressed

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. Hell, you deserve this moment too, after singlehandedly taking on the reeducation of a patriarchically blinded film critic. These enraptured moments of passion are something you have worked toward together, and the promise of ecstasy is more than enough of a reward for both of you. 

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, oral, pussy eating, blow jobs, fingering, overstimulation, multiple reader orgasms, multiple positions, praise, body worship, grinding, heavy petting, choking, slight size kink, Cheol is broad and buff, big dick Cheol, reader orgasm with her panties on, breast play, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 10.5k 

🍭 aus. Film critic!Seungcheol, actress!y/n, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I've been dabbling in these kinds of media-based public figure rom-com style fics and I thought this one would be super fun :) 

Prologue:

“You’re not going to like this,” Yumi, your agent, sighs, taking a seat next to you while your stylist works on your hair. “Mister Unimpressed wrote another article about you. It’s called ‘Looking back at Powers.’”

It’s always interesting when Choi Seungcheol - AKA. Mister Unimpressed - refers to you as ‘Powers,’ your chosen stage surname. He often twists the intention behind it, mocking your push for strong women in Hollywood. You release a deep breath. “Let’s hear it then.”

“Okay.” Yumi clears her throat. “In celebration of y/n Powers’ upcoming motion picture, I thought it fitting to do a rewatch of the Hollywood sweetheart’s entire discography. As is the case with any movie worth watching, there is a story to be told about Powers’ rise to fame and progression in her films. We start with her first-ever credit as an unnamed ‘girl next door’ in a would-be drama that turned out to be more of a romcom due to its lead’s unintentional and cringy comedic timing. Thus, Powers found herself as a romcom staple, and that’s what audiences are used to seeing from her. It’s quite the leap from girl next door to powerful femme fetal that Powers now portrays herself as in Tarantino’s new film ‘Death, Dawn, and the Rise of Cowboys.’”

Mister Unimpressed has a reputation as being a douche bag of a critic, but between his handsome face and his hardball questions when it comes to plot and character, somehow, he’s recently been promoted to an interviewer for a large publication. In fact, he’s set to interview you for your new film next week, so listening to this review gives you a good idea of what tone the interaction will have. 

He might be an asshole, but he has a deep knowledge of film. 

Despite his extensive history, you’d started in the industry before him, and he’s only actually reviewed the last four of your films, so it’s interesting to hear his qualms about your first movies and his critique, which borders on misogynistic, of your acting.  

“It’s in Powers’ sixth film where we see her make a turning point toward actual drama, and at exactly halfway through the movie, in a slow-paced, heartfelt scene shared with veteran costar Kevin Costner, the audience gets to witness Powers’ very first realistic on-screen tear. Every other attempt at crying before this had felt surface-level, as if Powers was more focused on staying beautiful than truly embodying her character.”

You scoff as Yumi continues to read. Seungcheol is an absolute dick, a handsome one, but a dick nonetheless. 

You’re dreading your upcoming interview with him, but it’s just something you’ll have to endure. 

One:

You’d arrived at the studio ready to take on Mister Unimpressed, but as you sit down across from him, your anger skyrockets.

He’s so much more handsome in person. There’s a regal curve to his lips, and his smooth skin is further defined by sharp cheekbones and perfectly sculpted dark brows. His black hair is slightly longer than he usually wears it, and curled ever so slightly to accentuate the masculine aspects of his attractive face.

Mister Unimpressed is in a simple white button-up, but the suit jacket over it is a greenish beige that sets off the darker colouring of his hair and eyes. The gold chunky necklace around his pretty throat borders on being too eccentric, but for some reason, it just fits, and it matches the gold pinky ring that flashes at you as he adjusts the question card in his hand.  

When he smiles, your heart skips a beat. It’s giving wolf in wolfish-sheep clothing, if there even is such a thing. He’s so beautiful, but you know his mind and tongue are both as sharp as a dagger, and he’s unafraid to use them.

“Ready? Action!” 

“Good morning,” he says, his shoulders relaxing as the interview commences.

“Hello,” you say, forcing a smile as you adjust in your own seat, smoothing your black dress down against your thighs.

“So, ‘Death, Dawn, and the Rise of Cowboys,’ I’m sure many would call landing a role in a Tarantino film as the opportunity of a lifetime. How did you find the experience working on a movie of this magnitude?” 

“It was wonderful,” you admit. “Obviously, for many actors, Tarantino is a bucket-list director. It was such a unique movie set, full of amazing actors and a team that really has movie-making down to an art form. I was very lucky to be part of this.” 

“I’m sure many of our viewers at home recognize you from a handful of rom-coms. You started as a more background character, but you’ve worked yourself up to a lead, with heartthrob Jacob Elordi as your most recent on-screen love interest. Do you feel like this femme fatale, powerful cowgirl character in Tarantino’s film is a type of role you’re familiar with, or is she something new? 

“Well, she’s definitely not the girl next door,” you joke, thinking back to what Seungcheol had said about you in his review. 

He makes a face, cocking his head to the side, and you feel your anger bubble inside of you. “I mean, there are aspects of that naive girl next door attitude, if you took her off her porch, threw her on a horse, and convinced her to commit high-risk train robberies in the name of love for an older man, wouldn’t you say?” 

You take a deep breath. “This film allowed me to work on deeper emotional conflict within my character than I’ve experienced in my recent romcoms,” you insist. “My character, Belinda, has those aspects of softness in her, sure, but she’s much more complicated than that, as most women are. She struggles with the historical context of femininity, and the idea that at that time, it was very much a man’s world.”

“Yet, she’s clearly afflicted with daddy issues and a need to please men, which some would say is a clearly male-centric view of the world.”

“Some may say that, yes, but being a powerful woman doesn’t need to mean you’re not interested in love. Being in love can be one of the most courageous things a woman ever does, and while I won’t get into the statistics on the reasons for that, I think many women would agree with me on that.”

Seungcheol smiles at you, and you get the sense that he’s trying to figure you out. “After a career of romcoms, which is what you’re known for, do you think the audience will appreciate the change into a more drama-centered role?” 

“If Matthew McConaughey could do it, why not me?” you shrug, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Do you think your filmography would stand against McConaughey’s earlier works?” Seungcheol cocks a brow.

You take a deep breath, ignoring Yumi in the periphery of your vision as she shakes her head at you, wordlessly begging you to back down.

“Mister Unimpressed,” you sigh, “you might be a renowned film critic, but I’m currently unimpressed with your inability to fully appreciate the feminist notes in my past three films. I think if you decided to review my films with a more female-centric lens, and truly did your homework on what it means to be a woman in different historical contexts, you might be able to take off your big boy misogyny glasses for a minute and appreciate that women can be complex while still engaging in themes like love and longing. Coming of age in a world where men think they have a right to judge absolutely everything women do can lead to a character like Belinda, who is a feared outlaw in her own right, but doesn’t restrict her heart the way men might expect her to. ‘Death, Dawn, and the Rise of Cowboys,’ is a drama, not a rom-com, but it’s a fully fledged commentary on all sorts of human experiences, and my character Belinda isn’t defined by her attraction to older men, it’s simply one of the many parts of her complex characterisation which made her such a challenging, and rewarding character to portray.” 

Seungcheol lets out a whistle. “Well, that was a mouthful.”

“So was your last article,” you fire back. “I get the sense you just don’t like romcoms, or romance in any form. You certainly don’t see the need for it in drama or action films.”

“I’ll admit, romance is my least favourite genre.”

“So you’re not an Adam Sandler fan? He got his start with movies like The Wedding Singer, Fifty First Dates, Mister Deeds- you must not like his castmate Drew Barrymore, or other romcom stars like Hugh Grant, or Emma Stone?”

A chuckle escapes Seungcheol. “I guess if I had to compare you to one of those actors, it would be Sandler.”

“Which I’ll take as a compliment.”

“He’s quite one-note,” Seungcheol says. 

“Seems you never got a chance to see Spaceman,” you seethe, crossing your arms over your chest. “Do you have anything else to ask me?”

“Well, since you think I’m such a misogynist pig, might as well ask one final question.” An annoyingly beautiful grin makes its way across his pretty lips. “How much did that dress cost, princess? It fits like a glove.”

“More than you’re suit,” you fire back, standing. “You can trust me on that.” 

Two:

The premiere had gone off without a hitch, and your interview with Mister Unimpressed has gone viral, stemming all sorts of discussion about women in the industry and the rise of ‘red pill masculine’ thinking. Comment sections are full of backlash and praise for both sides of the conversation, and it’s drawn even more press to the movie. It’s as they always say, no press is bad press, and you’re just thankful your outburst didn’t get you canceled.

It seems many agree with you on the concept of strong female characters still having romantic feelings. There have been a handful of very well-regarded female critics who have written soaring reviews praising you for your work, and a number of costars you’ve worked with in the past have reached out to congratulate you on ripping a new one out of the world’s most controversial critic turned interviewer. 

Even so, the world seems to be holding its breath waiting for Mister Unimpressed’s final review of ‘Death, Dawn, and the Rise of Cowboys.’

He’s usually very on point with his reviews, posting them faster than most critics, so this lag in putting his opinions out to the world is very uncharacteristic and is only adding to the contention surrounding your now infamous interview.

“Still no review,” Yumi sighs as you both settle for your nighttime routine in your hotel room. “This whole situation is a nightmare.”

“I think it will be okay,” you tell her, wiping your makeup off with a cleansing pad. 

Yumi laughs. “I’m glad you’re optimistic.”

“I pointed out major concerns in Seungcheol’s ability to give an impartial review; maybe he’s just rethinking his way of doing things.”

“I’m not sure one call out from a woman could change a man like that.”

“Maybe not, but the backlash might. Many of his female fans are taking my side. I don’t think Seungcheol ever intended to have a primarily red pill male fanbase. He can say what he wants about women, but that man is clearly too vain to give up female attention and praise. He’ll have to think very carefully about how he goes about this.”

Three:

It’s been twenty-four hours since the prescreening release of your new movie, and there’s still no review from Seungcheol. You’re trying to remain calm, but even you are getting worried now. You’re about to start your nighttime routine when you get a text from Yumi, and it stops you in your tracks.

Yumi: Seungcheol wants to talk to you

After a pause to think it through, you call your agent. “What do you mean he wants to talk to me?”

“I don’t know, he reached out, said he wanted to clarify a few things with you before he can post his review.” Yumi sighs. “I’ll send you his number.”

“Is this a good idea?”

“At this point, I honestly don’t know.” 

“Yumi-”

“You have a good grasp on this. I know I’m your agent, and I help with PR, but speaking your mind created waves in the system, and after seeing more and more articles about feminism and the rise of powerful women in film- I don’t necessarily think this has been a bad thing. People like you because you’re raw, and you speak your mind.”

“So I should call him?” you clarify.

“I think so.”

You discuss it for a few more minutes, and then you hang up, staring at Seungcheol’s number as tingles of anxiety waft through you.

Taking a deep breath, you give Mister Unimpressed a call.

“Hi, It’s me, uh, y/n,” you say when he answers.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” For some reason, he actually sounds happy, and it throws you off.

“Well, I’m here to talk.”

“I was hoping we could do it in person.”

“It’s almost midnight,” you point out.

“I know a place,” Seungcheol insists.

You release a deep sigh. “And I suppose you need to talk tonight?”

“I want to post my review, but I really want to run it by you first.”

“As professional courtesy, before you bash me again?” you scoff.

He lets out a deep chuckle. “I can understand why that might be the impression you have, but I promise it’s not what you think.”

“Fine. Send me the location.”

Four:

You hadn’t bothered to get dolled up for this weird impromptu meeting with Seungcheol, and you feel a little out of place when you meet him in a hotel bar. Sure, it’s after midnight, the kitchen is closed, so there aren’t any people, but it’s still a 5-star establishment, and despite the late hour, Seungcheol is as handsome as ever in a red suit.

You wonder if the colour is significant, if he’s about to be a little demon to you again, and you sigh as you take a seat across from him.

He looks you up and down, taking in your beige cardigan and messy hair, your yoga pants and lack of makeup, and you wonder if he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t.

He simply clears his throat. “Quite the turnout for your prescreening,” he notes. “I feel I should buy you a celebratory drink or something.”

“You don’t have to buy me anything,” you insist. “What’s this about?”

Seungcheol swallows thickly. “Guess we’ll get right to it.”

“No need to force niceties now.”

Mister Unimpressed lets out a chuckle, toying with the crystal glass of what looks like whiskey in front of him. “No one has ever spoken to me the way you did in our interview.”

You stay quiet, wondering if he’s going to continue. When he doesn’t, it’s clear he expects a response of some kind, so you take a breath. “Is this about the review you’ve yet to post? Some sort of weird blackmail where I have to kiss your ass to get you to write favourably?”

Another grin, and you hate how the smile lights up his face. “You really don’t think very highly of me, do you?”

“You haven’t given me a reason to.”

“This isn’t blackmail,” Seungcheol assures you with a sigh. “I want to hear your perspective on your character.”

“Are you going to take me seriously this time?”

“I just…” Seungcheol relaxes back against the booth, and you’re aware of how broad his shoulders are as he takes a deep breath. “I gave what you said some thought. And I suppose you’re right that I have a very male-centric way of seeing things. I wanted to hear more about your experience as a woman and how that has influenced how you choose to portray characters that you view as powerful, even if the men watching the film might be oblivious to the complicated internal struggles you’re trying to convey.” 

“I’ll discuss this with you, but I hope you know, there’s something to be said about the fact that you’re taking my time to explain this to you instead of doing your own research,” you point out. “It’s as if the onus and responsibility are always on the women to explain things instead of you, as the man, going and looking into the countless essays written by women about this exact issue.”

Seungcheol cocks his head to the side. “I guess I can understand that.”

You take a deep breath. “Let’s talk the whole daddy issue angle. I’m assuming you think it makes the character weak?”

Mister Unimpressed lets out a chuckle. “That might be one way of viewing it.”

“Gendered trauma is an issue in our society,” you explain. “Living in a patriarchal world, often, women feel the need from a very young age to perform for their fathers. They watch brothers get love for being masculine, and some women feel they have to be less girly in order to get that same attention. My character in the film, Belinda, struggled with that. She comes from a family of men, strong men, and when you worship something, imitation is often an outcome. Despite all her hard work, Belinda is still a woman, and she craves the validation that men seem to receive inherently. Think about the Barbie movie, and the iconic American Ferrera woman speech.” 

“You won’t hate me if I have to look it up, will you?”

You sigh, waving your hand to give Seungcheol the space to look up exactly what you’re quoting.

From there, you begin to chat about all sorts of female empowerment. About women directors, and women-centered casts, the Bechdell test, why you chose to work with Tarantino despite his sexualization of women and feet-

Before you know it, it’s two am, and one of the waitresses shyly approaches your table. “Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know, the bar is closing up, so final call.”

“I’m alright,” you smile, taking a breather from your heated conversation with Seungcheol. 

“One more Manhattan, please,” Seungcheol nods to the server, pushing his empty glass to the side of the table. 

The waitress scurries away, and when she comes back, she pauses as she sets Seungcheol’s drink down. “I also just wanted to let you know, Miss Powers, I idolize you.” 

Your heart leaps in your chest. “Thank you.”

“And as for you, Mister Unimpressed, I’m unimpressed by you!” She says it in a teasing tone, like they’ve been doing on TikTok where thousands have been making a meme out of your interview with Seungcheol.

He stares at her, gobsmacked, and the server flashes you another shy smile then scurries away.

“Do women really feel that way about me?” Seungcheol asks.

“Well, you’re single, right?” you laugh. “Maybe it’s the stick up your ass and the misogyny glasses you’re so fond of wearing.” 

“I’m not a misogynist,” he sighs.

“Sure you’re not,” you tease. “And your shit doesn’t stink, and your opinions are always a hundred percent and undeniable-”

He gives you a hard look. “It’s getting late,” he admits. “Can I get you a taxi to go back to your hotel?”

“I’ll call one for myself,” you insist, pulling out your phone. 

“You play characters with daddy issues, but you refuse to let me buy you a drink or get you a cab,” Seungcheol laughs. “Explain that to me.”

“Well, there’s this thing called acting, it’s where I pretend to be someone else-” 

Seungcheol rolls his eyes with a scoff. “I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re a lot different than what I expected you to be.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have such prejudice against people you’ve never met based on who they play on the big screen.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he nods. “Thank you for meeting me.” 

Five:

“Okay, so it’s a long review,” Yumi tells you with excitement as you get in the car to head to an appointment. “I’ll give you the big takeaways and send you the link to read when you have time.”

“Lay it on me,” you laugh. 

“Basically, Seungcheol explained that after speaking with you, he’d tried to do his due diligence by discussing his past reviews of women-centric movies and themes like love with the women in his life. He said a number of them explained that your view was spot on, that you play complicated women with nuance that few men understand even when pointed out to them.”

“Not the women in his family taking my side of things,” you scoff.

“There’s more!” Yumi says, practically shaking with excitement. “He wrote in length about how the two of you met to speak further on the subject off camera. He said, and I quote, ‘Although in the past, I have portrayed myself as Mister Unimpressed, when Miss Powers showed up to an impromptu meeting without any of the glitz or glam, it impressed me greatly. Here is a woman, a multifaceted woman, willing to put in the work to educate a man such as myself, a man who hasn’t always been the most kind in his reviews of her work. Miss Powers pointed out I could have done the research on my own, and in hindsight, she’s correct, but she walked me through her opinions on the deeper conflicts that women face, and she opened my eyes with a level of grace and easy going humour that I will not soon forget.’”

“Wow, I for sure thought he was going to mention my chipped nails or something,” you joke.

“He noted that the interview you did has turned into something of a meme, and his attempts to educate himself aren’t to garner any sympathy. Seungcheol noted that he’s excited to see where your career takes you, as this first attempt to break away into a more drama centred film genre was spectacular. Then he says, quote, ‘Not only is she a Sandler, a Stone, a Barrymore, and a Grant, Powers is without a doubt, the next McConaughey, and we will all be blessed to see her on our screens for years to come.’” 

“He said that?” you ask in shock.

“Verbatim,” Yumi grins. 

“Holy shit.” You sit back against the seat of the car, letting out a deep breath. 

“I don’t know what you said during your off the clock interview with Seungcheol, but whatever it was, you knocked it out of the park.” 

“He probably just wants his female fan base back,” you note, but something in your heart tells you there’s legitimate hope that you’ve helped Seungcheol turn over a new leaf. The feminist inside of you says it’s not your job to have done this for him, but the idealist part of you says it had to be done sooner than later, and unfortunately, when it comes to misogyny and the male centric view of film and media, women have to be more outspoken than ever to make a change like this one. 

Six:

Life has gone on, and in the months since your interaction with Seungcheol, you’ve seen the continued shift in how he reviews things. It’s a good sign that he’s actively trying to be better.

You’re in LA for a red carpet event, waiting for your friend to finish up an interview for her recent movie, and that’s when you notice Seungcheol. It looks like he’s completed an interaction with another movie star, and he catches your eye.

Damn, he looks good. It’s a Black Tie event, and he’s taken it to the extreme, black button up and everything under his dark suit. But it doesn’t look tacky, and there’s a textured element to his monochrome outfit that draws the eye.

You feel drawn to him, and you have the time to approach, so you do. 

“Hey,” you smile.

“Hey, yourself,” he grins back. 

So much has changed about his countenance, it’s almost as if he’s shy to talk to you. This regal, hard hitting man looks cute even.

“You know, with your character development as of late, for a guy who doesn’t like romcoms, you’re setting yourself up to be in one,” you tease.

“As long as it’s a romcom and not a drama.”

“Says the guy who has always preferred dramas,” you point out, cocking a brow.

“I like drama, but I don’t want drama with you. No enemies to lovers bullshit, at least… I hope we were never enemies.” It’s a shockingly candid statement from the man you’d once considered to be a heartless misogynist, and it definitely takes you aback.

“Not enemies,” you say. “I just thought you were a bit of a dick.”

Seungcheol laughs and holds up his hands. “Guilty.”

“Who knew it would take one romcom actress reaming you out to promote so much growth,” you laugh.

“You’re not just a romcom actress and we both know it,” Seungcheol says softly. You watch him look you up and down, and you can see the gentle shift in his expression, the softening of his eyes and the relaxing of his shoulders. “This might seem out of the left field, but how would you feel about getting drinks sometime?”

“Like another educational interview?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of a date.”

 You let out a laugh of shock, gaping at him. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly.”

Shaking your head, you look him up and down. You’ve always been attracted to Seungcheol, despite his rather irritating pigheaded personality, but it does look like he’s turned a new leaf. Who would you be if you painted him with one brush and never allowed him to change his colours for a reappraisal?

“I’ll go out with you,” you tell him finally. 

A beautiful grin spreads across Seungcheol’s lips. “I’ll text you.” 

Seven:

You pride yourself on being a powerful woman who doesn’t need a man, but for the date, you allow Seungcheol to play the role of provider.

He picks you up in his Porsche, holds the doors open for you, and takes you to a drinks and tapas place that he’d reserved a secluded seat at.

With no prior discussion on what you’d be wearing other than Seungcheol telling you to wear a nice dress, somehow, you’d both decided on soft green as a colour, so it looks like you’re matching as you take your seats and order some appetizers and drinks.

“As a thank you for my feminist education, you’re letting me pay tonight, deal?” Seungcheol grins. “Get anything you want.”

“Part of me wants to argue-”

“But you won’t, because I’m insisting.”

“Very mans man of you,” you giggle.

Seungcehol shrugs. “Feminism can say what it wants about equality and splitting cheques, but I was still raised with chivalry in mind, and I can’t think of a more deserving woman to take care of, even if it’s just for tonight.”

“You really have turned over a new leaf, haven’t you, Seungcheol?”

“I’ve done my best,” he admits. “Been having movie nights with one of my cousins in town, she’s a huge fan of yours and insisted she teach me about feminism and historical context and stuff.”

“Did you finally watch the Barbie movie?”

“I did,” Seungcheol laughs.

“And?” you grin. “What did you think?”

“I thought it was really good. It kind of gave perspective on living in a patriarchal world in reality versus the matriarchal women-empowered world of Barbie. It made me rethink how important representation of all kinds is in media.” 

“Did you go to school for film studies, or English, or journalism, or anything? They didn’t have a women's studies course when you were in university?” you question, toying with the stem of your sangria glass.

“Being a film critic wasn’t exactly what I went to school for,” Seungcheol says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“No?”

“Originally, I was supposed to be in business. But, I’ve always loved movies. I ended up doing a movie critic column in my university newspaper once a week, and I fell in love with it.”

“Let me guess, you started with movies like ‘The Wolf of Wallstreet,’ and ‘The Big Short’?” you tease. 

Seungcheol smiles and shakes his head. “You know me too well.”

“I think you’re just a little predictable,” you shrug.

“I didn’t know being a movie star meant you minored in psychology.”

“There’s an aspect of psychology in all storytelling,” you point out. “You have to understand that everyone is layered and complex, and if characters in film are done correctly, they are too.”

“What about you? What did you go to school for?” Seungcheol asks.

“English.”

“I should have guessed that,” he grins. “But let me guess this, your favourite was the romantics?”

“And I had a seminar on film adaptations of novels,” you nod. “That kind of kick-started my obsession with taking words off paper and putting them into reality.”

The two of you continue to talk, and when you come to a discussion about your top three favourite movies, with Seungcheol noting ‘The Godfather,’ ‘Twelve Angry Men’ and ‘Jaws,’ everything about him makes sense.

“None of those movies have anything to do with women!” you bellow. “They’re all major failures to the Bechdel test!”

“Jaws technically passes the Bechdel test because there’s one scene where two women talk about living in the town and not about men.”

“Wow, it barely passed what should be an easy test, congratulations!” you laugh, shaking your head at Seungcheol.

“And I suppose your top three movies are all romances?” Seungcheol teases, cocking a brow.

“Don’t even try me. Everything Everywhere All At Once, a movie about the turbulent relationship between a mother and daughter, it includes multiverse and one of the most shockingly cinematic and touching scenes ever when both characters are literal rocks with googly eyes, sorting through their trauma and tumultuous relationship-”

“It won a ton of oscars,” Seungcheol nods. “Good movie.”

“If you had told me you hadn’t seen it, I would have taken you home right now and made you watch it.”

“I’m sure you could take me home and force me to watch other movies I haven’t seen that you think are important.”

He smirks at you like it’s a challenge, and your heart races in your chest.

“Fuck it, pay the bill, and let’s go watch movies.” 

Seungcheol laughs. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Eight:

You’re not sure how this happened, but you and Seungcheol are in your livingroom, watching movie after movie with strong female leads. You’d found an oversized pair of sweatpants and a hoodie for him to wear, and you’re in a matching set, both of you looking like lazy bums over separate bowls of microwave popcorn as you critique and discuss movie after movie.

This has felt more like a night with a best friend than a date, and you kind of enjoy that. Seungcheol had given off a playboy vibe when you’d first met him, but you now realize that without the suit and the chunky gold jewelry, without the Porsche and perfectly styled hair, he’s so much more than that.

He hasn’t flirted with you at all, or tried to inch closer to you on the couch, he’s been completely respectable, and it’s starting to drive you wild.

It’s nearly two am when you finish watching both Kill Bill movies, and you’ve explained that while Tarantino has a few weird sexualization of women tendencies, he still has created some of the most bad ass women in film. You find yourself yawning, and Seungcheol turns to look at you.

“Getting sleepy?” he grins.

“A little,” you sigh. “Come cuddle.”

He raises his brows at you. 

“This is a date, isn’t it?” you whine. “You haven’t been doing any date like things since we got here.”

“I’ve been trying to be respectable.”

“Doing a good job of it, too good,” you joke, closing the distance yourself as you wriggle closer to Seungcheol. He lifts his arm allowing you to tuck into his side and get comfortable.

“To be completely honest, with how much bickering we’ve been doing, part of me wasn’t sure you even liked me that way,” he admits.

“Why would I have agreed to a date if I didn’t like you?”

“Women are complex, I’m sure there are lots of reasons,” he teases.

You find yourself laughing, shaking your head and releasing a sigh.

“See, you just went through like five emotions in the span of two seconds.”

“Count the emotions then,” you insist.

“You laughed because it’s comedic that I’ve reached the point of admitting that women are very complex, you shook your head because men always say women are too complicated to understand, you sighed because I annoyed you, but you smiled after because you’re endeared by how cute I am when I annoy you-”

“And number five? That was only four explanations.”

“And… you cuddled closer to me because despite the conflicting emotions, you’re into me, and you’re frustrated by me being a gentleman when you probably want me to be more dominant even though that contradicts some of your more feminist ideals.”

“A man can be dominant and still respectful,” you point out. “In fact, men who are dominant should be the most respectful since a woman is bestowing her trust on them.”

“Guess that’s true.” Seungcheol shifts. “Here, let's try this.” He gently touches the bottom of your chin, and you adjust to look up at him. “May I kiss you?”

A shiver of excitement runs through you, and a broad grin breaks out on your face. “Yes, please.”

Seungcheol returns your smile, and he slowly dips his head down to press his lips to yours for the first time.

He’s so gentle, and it leaves you wanting more. You grab the back of his neck, deepening the kiss, and he matches your energy. Shifting while kissing him desperately, you move to straddle him, and his hands find your hips, steadying you as you make out, taking each others breath away.

You thread your fingers through his soft dark hair, gently tugging on it and making him groan, his fingers digging into your hips.

You want him so badly it almost hurts, but you force yourself to pull away, gasping and trying to catch your breath as you look down at him.

He looks as dazed as you feel, staring up at you with pink flushed cheeks.

“It’s getting late,” you tell him, knowing that if this continues, you’ll be tearing each other’s clothes off.

Seungcheol swallows thickly. “Wouldn’t want to mess up your beauty sleep, princess.”

The petname causes butterflies to erupt in the pit of your stomach, and you stifle a moan, your core throbbing already.

“When can I see you again?” he asks.

“I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“Right, you’re a busy woman,” he nods, leaning back and running a hand through his hair, his gold pinky ring glinting.

“We’ll work something out,” you insist.

“I don’t doubt it.”

With one more breath to get control of yourself, you get off of Seungcheol. “I’m sorry to cut this short, it’s not that I didn’t like the kiss-”

“I think we both liked it a little too much,” Seungcheol jokes, adjusting his sweatpants.

You try not to look, but you can’t help but peek at the boner pushing up against the dark fabric.

“I don’t sleep with guys on the first date.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t expect that,” he assures you, reaching for the cup of water on the side table next to him. “Give me a second.”

“Okay.” Your skin flushes with heat, and you head to the open concept kitchen, filling your own tumbler with ice water to cool yourself down.

A few minutes later, you’re escorting Seungcheol to your door.

You can’t help but steal another kiss, and he hungrily presses his lips to yours, his hands teasing just above your ass as if he wants to grope you but knows he should be chivalrous. You can see the clash of wants versus his need for control of himself, and it makes you even hornier as you break the heated kiss for a second time.

“I’ll text you,” you insist, taking a deep breath.

“Goodnight, princess.”

“Goodnight, Cheol.” 

Nine:

It’s been two weeks since your first date with Seungcheol and your schedules haven’t aligned, but you’ve been texting every day, and getting to know each other. You’ve given him ‘homework’ to watch certain movies and he’s been updating his reviews of older movies, adding to his repertoire. 

Tonight is the night you finally get to see him again, and you don’t bother with any of the going out for a date bullshit, you both know you want to watch movies and cuddle, amongst other things… and Seungcheol arrives to the date in the sweatpant outfit you’d given him last time.

You both laugh at the way you’re dressed, and you pull him in for a kiss.

His hands are very grabby, in the best possible way, but he still avoids your ass, choosing to instead grip your hips, his lips hot and heavy against your own.

You make out all the way to the couch, and Seungcheol lets out a sigh. “So what are we watching?”

“I was thinking horror movies or something.”

“Horror? You want to cuddle with me all night, huh?”

You laugh. “Not every movie we watch has to be some great female lead film with a commentary on sexism and the deeply ingrained patriarchal expectations of our current and historical society. Sometimes, we can just watch a house filled with ghosts and demons.”

“So the Conjuring.”

You stare at him. “How did you know?”

“It’s one of the better horror movies about ghosts and demons.” 

Seungcheol sits down, and you immediately take your seat right next to him, cuddling close to his side while his arm wraps around you casually. 

“Before we start, I wanted to talk to you about something,” you tell him.

“Yeah?”

“Well, I mean, lets be real, we’re probably having sex tonight-”

“We are?” 

“Don’t act all shocked,” you laugh, pushing at his chest.

“I just wanted to know if-” You trail off, biting your lip.

“If I’m seeing anyone else.”

“STI’s are a real thing.”

“So are condoms,” he laughs, “and I brought some just in case.”

“Oh.”

“But to answer your question, no, I’m not seeing anyone else.”

Your heart leaps into your throat. “You’re not?”

“Why would I be?” He shrugs.  

“I don’t know, clearly my job has me on a very rough schedule most of the time. Long distance isn’t exactly everyone’s favourite idea in the world when they’re considering a relationship with someone- I mean, if that is something you’re considering.” 

Seungcheol is quiet for a moment. “We can make it work. There isn’t really anyone else I’d want to make it work with.”

“Really?”

“Are you seeing anyone else?” he asks.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because as much as you infuriate me sometimes, I feel the most mentally stimulated with you. No one else challenges me in the way you do, and no one else pushes me to question the ways in which I think about things.” 

“Funny, I could say the exact same about you.” 

You grin up at him, cupping his cheek to draw his lips to your own.

It’s a softer kiss now, a kiss of understanding, of mutual respect and clear intention of direction for your future.

Soon, you’re starting the movie, and Seungcheol shifts to be your big spoon as The Conjuring begins to play. 

He’s not nearly as hesitant and respectful as last time, and you don’t want him to be.

Pretty quickly into the movie, he begins to kiss your throat. You release a sigh, tilting your head to give him better access as he searches for your sweet spot.

At the same time, his hand slips under your hoodie, teasing over your bare hip.

You can’t help but react, pushing your ass back against his crotch, loving the sensation of his fingers on your skin.

His cock is already pressing up to meet you, and your core throbs at the knowledge. You can’t help yourself, flipping onto your back so you can press your lips to his as Seungcheol continues to spoon your side. His fingers tease your panty line, and you whimper into the kiss, muscles tensing with anticipation.

“Please,” you whisper, part of you knowing he won’t cross the line without permission first.

Seungcheol’s hand slips below your waistband, but over your panties, teasing your clit through the flimsy material. 

You moan desperately, mouth hot against his own as he begins to work you up. 

“So wet already,” Seungcheol groans. 

“Been needing you,” you admit.

“Been needing you too,” he grins.

You wiggle your hips, feeling desperate and annoyed with your panties still being in the way of direct contact, but you know what will urge him to go faster.

You lift your hoodie and sportsbra, exposing your breasts to Seungcheol, who breaks your kiss to look down at them.

He’s breathing heavily, watching you toy with your nipples, wiggling your hips to grind your pussy against his hand.

“You look so perfect like this,” he muses.

“I’d look better with your mouth on my nipple,” you counter.

Seungcheol releases a chuckle, and then he adjusts, shifting so he can tease his tongue along your breast while his fingers rub harder on your clit through your panties.

The first flick of his wet muscle against your sensitive bud as you groan, throwing your head back and closing your eyes. When he takes your nipple into his mouth to suck on it, your entire body lights up with hot energy.

Your panties are soaked through now and you know it, but despite the annoyance of it, there’s something delicious about being teased this way.

If this feels like ecstasy already, you can’t even imagine what his cock is going to feel like.

You can’t help yourself, you shift a little, awkwardly cupping your hand over his bulge and rubbing gently.

Seungcheol moans against your breast and the sound goes straight to your core, which throbs desperately, making you cry out too.

Your free hand threads through his beautiful dark curls, keeping his mouth on your chest as you wiggle your hips harder against his hand, chasing the high that you know isn’t far off.

Seungcheol’s teeth drag teasingly against your nipple and you cry out, eyes clenching shut.

“I’m close, fuck, I’m close already and you haven’t even actually touched me,” you gasp.

You can feel him grin, and you moan louder, focusing on the pleasure building inside of you. He rubs your clit even harder and you begin to pant, your heart thundering in your rib cage like a million tiny birds aching to burst free.

One more nibble at your nipple has you orgasming hard, your pussy clenching around nothing as ecstasy floods through you. The sound you release is the most pornographic noise that’s ever come from your lips, and Seungcheol rubs you through your high, even as your thighs close around his hand. 

Overstimulation has never felt this good, and it overtakes you completely, in the best possible way.

You’re not sure how long you orgasm for, but when your muscles finally unclench, you slump back, trying to catch your breath, body still twitching with after shocks.

Seungcheol pulls away from your chest, looking up at you with a grin.

“That good, huh?”

You can’t even speak yet, mind still numb, but you manage a nod.

“I’m going to eat you out now, you know, for feminism,” Seungcheol jokes, and your core throbs at the notion.

He pulls his hand from your sweatpants, sitting up and carefully manuevering around you so he can get down onto the floor in front of the couch. Then he gently adjusts you too, tugging at your pants and pulling them down your legs.

“Your panties are ruined,” he notes. “I kind of want to keep them as a souvenir.”

All you can do is giggle, lifting your hips to allow him to remove the flimsy fabric. Then you take off your hoodie and your bra, leaving you completely naked for Seungcheol as you adjust on the couch, sinking down and spreading your thighs for him.

Seungcheol swallows thickly, gaze shifting up to you. “You’re perfect,” he tells you, bringing his lips to your inner thigh so his breath teases over your most sensitive spots. “Every, single, inch.”

Each press of his mouth to your skin feels like heaven, and you relax further against the couch, enjoying the way he adjusts your thighs over his shoulders. 

“Are you a fan of overstimulation?” he asks.

“I think I can be, but no one has ever really tried.”

“If it’s too much, just tell me to stop,” Seungcheol says softly. 

“Okay,” you whimper, heart racing with expectation.

Seungcheol starts by rubbing your slit with his thumb, gently testing your clit to see how sensitive you are.

You jolt from the brief contact, and he looks up at you with a grin. 

“I’ll be nice,” he promises, slipping two fingers into your drenched core.

You mewl from the sensation of him stroking your inner walls, and he works you open slowly, testing the waters and carefully watching your reactions. His mouth moves to your inner thigh again, teasing you but still giving your clit time to recuperate. 

Closing your eyes, you give yourself to Seungcheol and the pleasure he’s coaxing out of you.

He continues to finger fuck you, but then he brings his second hand up, gently toying with your clit with his thumb.

Your core clenches tightly around his digits, and you let out a deep groan.

“I think you’re almost ready for my mouth,” he muses, pressing another sloppy kiss to your inner thigh.

“I want to feel it,” you whimper, loving the attention he’s showering you in.

Seungcheol lets out a chuckle, and then he adjusts. You feel his breath as he moves closer, his thumb dropping away from your clit to make room for his wet tongue, which gently begins to circle your ultra sensitive nub.

Your thighs shake from the feeling of it, and a deep moan escapes you, your skin tingling with pleasure.

Seungcheol shifts his hand a little, pushing his fingers up toward your g-spot while he applies more and more pressure on your clit with his tongue. Then he begins to suck the bud into his mouth, making lewd sounds as he works you toward yet another orgasm.

“Fuck,” you groan, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair, keeping his mouth on your clit while you roll your hips, eager for even more stimulus.

He keeps applying pressure to your g-spot, and the sounds escaping you are pornographic as he works you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Keep going,” you whimper. “Please, don’t stop!”

You’re gasping now, muscles clenching, heart racing in your chest. Seungcheol’s fingers work even faster inside of you, and you shut your eyes, giving in to the rising pleasure as it comes to a boiling point-

“I’m cumming!” you gasp, pussy clamping down on Seungcheol’s digits as waves of ecstasy slam into you. Your orgasm takes your breath away, and you writhe against the couch as Seungcheol works you through it, his mouth and fingers unrelenting on your core as the pleasure all but engulfs you.

Your thighs are shaking over his shoulders, muscles clenching and unclenching repeatedly with the power of your high. 

But Seungcheol seems to know your limit already, and on the cusp of the ecstasy being too much to handle, he takes his mouth off your clit. His fingers slow inside of your core, gently stroking you and helping you slowly come down from one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

His lips find your inner thigh, and he’s patient as you catch your breath, slouched against the couch with post orgasmic exhaustion.

Seungcheol pulls his fingers out of your wet core, and you listen to him lick them clean, letting out a groan of appreciation for the taste of you.

“Fuck me now?” you ask softly, opening your eyes to gaze down at the beautiful film critic.

He lets out a laugh. “Not here, not on a couch.”

“Bedroom,” you insist.

Seungcheol stands up, looking down at your body. “Bedroom works.” Then he leans down, gently collecting you into his arms and lifting you bridal style. Your heart flip flops in your chest as he carries you through your home to your bedroom. You’re turned on by his strength, there’s no doubt about that, but you’re also turned on by the care in which he treats you. Who would have thought that notorious asshole Mister Unimpressed could have a soft side?

He sets you onto the bed, and you stretch, releasing a moan at the feeling of your muscles as they begin to relax.

“Take your clothes off,” you instruct.

Seungcheol chuckles. “Yeah?”

“Uh huh.” You nod lazily. 

He shakes his head at your attempt to be dominant with him, but he pulls off his hoodie all the same.

You lick your lips at the sight of his bare torso. He’s always been broad, even when his shoulders are hidden by suit jackets and hoodies, the width of this man is still obvious. But seeing him exposed like this takes your breath away. Your imagination had gone wild with thoughts of what he would look like in a moment like this, but your musings pale in comparison to the real thing.

He’s well muscled for a movie critic- for any man, and it’s clear he spends time at the gym sculpting this Grecian statue-esque body of his.

Then his hands move to the drawstrings of his sweatpants, and he toys with them for a moment, grinning up at you.

“You sure you want this?” he teases.

With a groan of frustration, you sit up, getting onto your hands and knees so you can crawl to the edge of the bed in front of him. You reach out and hook your fingers in the waistband of his sweats and briefs, and with one quick movement, you tear them down, exposing his thick cock for the very first time.

You can’t help the way you start to drool, and you immediately grab the base of his length, moving your mouth to the tip so you can begin to suck on him.

“Shit,” Seungcheol cusses. Clearly he wasn’t expecting you to give him head, and his hand flies to your shoulder, but he doesn’t push you away. 

You sink your mouth farther onto his cock, swirling your tongue and suctioning around him, wanting to give him the pleasure he’s just given you two times over.

“You’re good at this,” he tells you. “I’m impressed.”

You can’t help but giggle a little, pulling off of his cock and stroking it as you look up at him. “That’s high praise, coming from you.”

Seungcheol grins. “You deserve praise.”

“I do,” you agree, bringing your mouth back to his length and sinking as far onto his thick cock as you can. He groans when his tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly around him, closing your eyes and focusing on breathing through your nose to counteract the instinct to choke.

His hand strokes your hair as you suck him off, and his small moans fill the room, making your pussy even wetter.

You know what blue balls are, but as you continue to suck him off, you start to realize your core is having what must be the female equivalent. It’s not a pain, more of a deep longing to be full- as if your pussy knows there’s a perfectly wonderful cock literally within reach- but not filling where you need it most.

You suck him off until you can’t ignore the need any longer, and then you pull off of him, struggling to catch your breath.

“Need you now,” you tell him.

“Whatever you want, princess,” he says, kicking his sweats and underwear off of where they’d been pooled at his feet while you adjust on the bed. 

No matter what kinky level a man is, you always feel like starting in missionary is a safe bet for everyone, so you lay on your back, spreading your legs invitingly for Seungcheol as he joins you on the bed.

“Just to double check,” he notes as your legs wrap around his hips, “you still don’t want me to grab a condom or anything?”

“We’re good,” you assure him. 

“You’re on birth control of some kind?” he clarifies.

“Oh, I see how this is, you’re not worried about either of us have STI’s, you’re worried about getting me pregnant,” you laugh, stroking his broad shoulders.

“A baby in this economy?” Seungcheol lets out a laugh. “I know we both have money, but still.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” you grin, threading your fingers through his soft hair to draw his lips down to yours.

Seungcheol smiles into the kiss, and he begins to grind down against you gently as you make out. His cock rubs your sensitive core, and you moan against his lips, deepening the kiss and gently tugging on his hair.

He teases you by making you wait, but soon, even his control is fading. He shifts his hand between your bodies, grabbing the base of his cock so he can line the tip with your core. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper, and with that, he slowly begins to push into you. 

God, the stretch is perfection, and you close your eyes to release a moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as inch after perfect inch invades your wet core.

“You’re so big,” you whimper desperately, feeling adequately cock drunk already.

Seungcheol chuckles. “Maybe you’re just tight, been a while since you got laid, huh?”

“I’m a man hating feminist, remember?” you joke, letting out a laugh.

“I think you just have high standards,” Seungcheol groans as he bottoms out inside of you. He draws his lips to your throat, his breath ghosting over your skin as he whispers, “Nothing wrong with that.” 

Your skin tingles as he begins to move, slowly fucking into you, giving your inner walls time to adjust and relax around the large intrusion. 

Each thrust has you whimpering, and his kisses on your throat only stimulate you more. It feels like he’s worshipping you, and you get lost in the sensation, enjoying every moment and every movement.

“You feel amazing,” Seungcheol groans, fucking into you even harder, his hands gripping the pillow next to your head. You can tell he’s still trying to hold back a little, trying not to ruin you and betray how feral he is for you- but you kind of want him to be feral. You want to see Mister Unimpressed lose control.

“Fuck me properly,” you command, swallowing thickly. “Don’t hold back.”

Seungcheol pulls away from your throat, looking down at you. “Are you sure?”

“Break the bed, break my back for all I care- I want to feel you, all of you.” 

The beautiful man chuckles. “If you say so, princess.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, then adjusts, pulling back. He moves your thighs so you’re folded in half, your knees resting over his shoulders as his hands grab your hips, lifting your lower half slightly off the bed. 

Then he begins to fuck into you, using the leverage of your legs to keep himself upright and perfectly positioned to rail you like no one has ever railed you before. One of his hands finds the headboard, and he grips it hard, fucking into you wildly. The position has him hitting a spot deep inside of you, and it makes you squeal, grabbing at the bedsheets as pleasure engulfs you.

No one has ever been this deep, and it feels like nirvana as you give yourself willingly to a man whom, a year ago, you would have insisted would never land an interview with you, let alone a date or a potential relationship.

Your pussy is sloppy wet, but something about that is enjoyable for you, and you can tell from Seungcheol’s sounds that he’s obsessed with it too. 

Lube has never been something you’d figured you should be ashamed of, and in this day of age, with the lack of courting and foreplay, generally in the past, lube has been something kind of necessary. But Seungcheol had put in the work, he’d made you cum twice, he’d teased and enticed you to the point of woman blue balls, and your wet core is a testament to the way he has worshipped you in order to deserve this moment.

Hell, you deserve this moment too, after singlehandedly taking on the reeducation of a patriarchically blinded film critic. These enraptured moments of passion are something you have worked toward together, and the promise of ecstasy is more than enough of a reward for both of you. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Seungcheol groans, throwing his head back and giving you a full view of his beautiful torso. 

This man is going to be the death of you, but you could care less about that as you give yourself to him completely.

“Shit, get on your hands and knees,” Seungcheol says, abruptly pulling out of you and manhandling you into doggy position. 

He pushes back into your core and you both groan, one of his warm hands finding your back and helping you rest your chest down against the bed, arching your body. This is also a deep position, and it makes you whimper as you clutch the bedding, eyes closed as your mind focuses entirely on the pleasure coursing through you with every snap of his hips.

“Fuck, I thought maybe this position would help me slow down,” he confesses, “but you look and feel amazing no matter what I do.”

“Why slow down?” you gasp.

“Don’t want you to think I’m a ten pump chump,” Seungcheol chuckles, digging his fingers into your hips as he fucks you wildly.

You laugh, your core clamping tightly around his cock with the clenching of your stomach muscles. “Cumming fast might be a compliment.”

“Yeah? How so?”

“Just means you’re so into me,” you tease, fucking back toward him and making him groan even louder. “You think I’m so perfect.”

Seungcheol lets out a laugh but it turns into a moan again as he fucks you harder. “Enough with your mind reading psychology bullshit,” he tuts. “We both know I’m obsessed with you.”

“As you should be,” you grin.

Seungcheol shifts behind you, and then he’s pushing your thighs together. His hand finds your ass and he pushes you fully onto the bed, mounting you with his knees digging into the bed on either side of your body. He grabs a handful of your ass, fucking into you. It’s a more shallow position, but something about the rub of his cock- the angle of him against your inner walls makes you moan wildly.

He leans over your back, his breath teasing your skin. “Tell me we’re obsessed with each other,” he growls. “Tell me I’m not just some loser in a long line of losers who’s fallen for a girl I see on the movie screen.”

“You’re not just some loser,” you pant. “You didn’t love me when I was just a girl on a movie screen. You liked me in person, for my mind, for my opinions-”

Seungcheol groans, his lips finding your throat as you speak, his nose nuzzling against your skin as he continues to shallowly fuck you, his entire body laid over your back like some odd comfort blanket.

“I want to be with you,” you continue. “And not just because you fuck me like you were made for me.”

“Maybe you were made for me,” he counters. “Like Eve was made for Adam out of his own rib.”

You let out a groan of frustration. “Patriarchy!” you insist.

Seungcheol chuckles, sucking your earlobe into his mouth and making you shiver. His hands find yours and he interlaces your fingers, his palms pressed to the back of your hands. “Maybe we were made for each other,” he concedes.

“I can live with that,” you moan. 

“I want you to cum with me,” Seungcheol says suddenly, “flip back over.”

Another adjustment has you back in missionary, your hand flying to your clit while Seungcheol pushes into you again. Your lips lock in a fiery kiss, your free hand cupping his cheek as you eat each other’s moans.

Each rub of your fingers on your sensitive clit has you closer and closer to the edge, your pussy gripping him even harder. He’s groaning like a mad man against your lips, and as your gasps reach a peak, you announce, “I’m cumming!”

Your core clamps down on his cock and he breaks the kiss to bury his face against your throat, groaning in your ear as his own thrusts falter. You can feel him cumming deep inside of you, can feel your pussy milking him for all he has, your thighs locked around his waist to keep him deep inside of you.

His body is twitching with the intensity of his orgasm, and you move your hand to stroke his powerful shoulders, loving each curve and groove of muscle. 

Finally, his body comes to a stop, and he lays on top of you for a moment, gasping while he tries to catch his breath.

Neither of you say anything as you both come down from extreme highs, but in the quiet, there’s a sense of closeness that you’ve never felt with anyone else.

You bring your fingers to his hair, stroking his scalp as he nuzzles against your throat, pressing soft kisses there.

“We’ll make this work, if you want,” Seungcheol says softly after a few moments.

“I do want this,” you confirm.

“Me too.”

“But you have to promise not to be a dick when reviewing my future movies,” you tease.

Seungcheol laughs. “I’m not supposed to be biased with my work.”

“It won’t be biased, I’m so good at my job.”

Another chuckle escapes your lover as he sits up a little, looking down at your face. His thumb brushes your cheek. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Uh huh,” you grin. 

Seungcheol shakes his head, letting out a deep breath. 

This has been a tumultuous relationship to say the least, but there’s something to be said about the whole enemies to lovers angle. You and Seungcheol didn’t start by liking each other, but you suppose all the great romances had a hurdle such as this one that made the ending much more satisfying in the long run.

You could compare this to Pride and Prejudice, to Jane Eyre, to the great romantics that you read in university and fell in love with, and it feels wonderful to have your own great progression story. You’re not sure where this will take you, but you’re excited for the next chapters with Seungcheol.

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Undue Influence | y.jh

synopsis ➳ ❝ he is your sworn enemy. hell, you are literally at war with him right now. yet, you find yourself desiring him in a way that could be catastrophic. the only silver lining is that he might be feeling the same way towards you. or maybe it is all just a game.❞ pairing ➳ lawyer fem!reader x lawyer!jeonghan genre ➳ enemies to lovers, legal drama, smut wc ➳ 9.1k warnings ➳ this will have inaccurate descriptions of court and legal systems cuz i ain't no lawyer, lots of banter and sexual tension, cursing, mentions of child abuse, daddy issues, very brief hints of childhood trauma, corruption ig, kissing, dirty talking, fingering, one pussy slap, biting and teasing, Jeonghan himself is the biggest warning.

“You Honour, he fucking sucks ass!”

The courtroom plunges into a suffocating void of silence, as if the very air has been swallowed by a black hole, leaving only the echo of your childish outburst. Thick, heavy silence that drags on endlessly, echoing your very professional sentence through the air in an endless spiral. 

You remain frozen in your place, your eyes locked with your opponent who stands before you with his arms crossed and a cocky smile that keeps growing by the second. He looks like a cat that ate the canary, and the urge to punch his stupid face grows within you violently.

“Counselor,” the judge clears her throat. You slowly turn your head to face her, mortification written all over your face. You find her glaring at you. “This is a courtroom, in case you forgot. Not a middle school playground.”

You hear Jeonghan snicker beside you and you force yourself to take a deep breath as you straighten the lapels of your suit and clear your throat. “My apologies, your Honour. It will not happen again.”

The challenging look Jeonghan throws at you foreshadows otherwise, and mentally, you imagine punching his face repeatedly and kicking him in the balls. With that calming image in your mind, you look at Mina, your plaintiff, reminding yourself why you are here. 

You have a job to do.

You cannot lose to Yoon Jeonghan. Not again.

“Defense Counsel, would you like to add anything more?”

Jeonghan’s challenging gaze lingers on you for a second longer before he addresses the judge. “Yes, Your Honour. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” he makes a point by looking at you. “My client also loves his child, but let’s not kid ourselves— he can provide the future this child deserves.” He pauses to look directly into your eyes, that cold, ruthless gaze reappearing in his eyes, one that you hate with a passion beyond language. “My opponent may argue emotional bonds, but the reality is this: money makes the world go round. And a child with access to wealth will have the resources to thrive, no matter what. That’s the kind of future my client can provide.”

You grip the table behind you to distract yourself from the rage coursing through your veins. 

The silence weighs down like a lead blanket after his words, and in the suffocating stillness, you hear Mina sigh from behind you, and a piece of your heart breaks. 

Suddenly, you have the urge to cry. This feels familiar, like that case two years ago. 

You were representing a key witness, and Jeonghan was defending a wealthy, high-profile businessman accused of murder. His flawless legal strategy dismantled the evidence you worked so hard to find, and it was an easy victory for him. It made you second-guess everything you thought you knew about the law. You had never lost a case before, and that singular case shattered your sense of invincibility. 

Your boss called you a sore loser after you quit your job as a prosecutor, but there was no other option for you. Prosecuting left a bitter taste in your mouth. So you packed everything up and took a big step, opening your own law firm and starting your journey as a family lawyer.

So that you would never be in a situation like that.

Yet here you are again, up against the same man who made you question everything.

The judge’s voice brings you back to the present moment. “Plaintiff’s Counsel, would you like to add anything?”

You blink and swallow. “No, Your Honour.”

“Very well then,” she leans back in her chair. “The court will resume on Thursday, April 17th, for the final hearing. This session is now concluded.”

As the room slowly empties out, you silently stare at Mina, who looks up at you with shining eyes. “We are going to win, right?” She asks, her voice cracking.

You hate how you doubt yourself.

Blinking a few times, you compose yourself. “We will. Trust me. This isn’t over yet.”

It isn’t. Jeonghan plays dirty all the time, and now, for the first time in your career, you will not hesitate to play dirty either. You have to win this case. There is simply no other option.

— 

Judge Beatrice’s voice stops you in your tracks when you are on your way to the elevators. “What was that, Attorney ____?”

You immediately whip your back and, clasping your hands together in front of you, mutter out a meek apology. “I am really sorry about that, Madam.”

She steps closer to you, her black robes flowing elegantly along with her movements. “That was very unlike you, Attorney ____. You lost your composure the last day as well. Whatever issue you have with Attorney Yoon, you don’t bring them inside the courtroom, is that clear?”

You stare at the ground, chewing on your lower lip. “Yes, madam. I am extremely sorry.”

“I am letting this pass only because your father was a colleague and a teacher I respected dearly. You know I don’t let shit like that pass in my trials.”

“Yes, Madam. Of course.”

“Good,” she walks past you. “Have faith in yourself, Attorney. You can win this case.”

You stand motionless in your place as the judge walks past you and down the hallway before shutting the door to her office with a loud slam.

You exhale a breath you have been holding.

Your heels click rhythmically on the glossy floors as you make your way towards the elevators, just in time to see the doors of one closing. You immediately push the button to open them back up and immediately regret your decision.

The elevator is empty except for Yoon Jeonghan, who looks up as the doors reopen. The moment his eyes land on you, they sparkle vividly, like a hunter spotting an exotic animal they have been looking for all day.

Your feet pull the brake at the last second as you stand in front of the open doors, your eyes fixed on his face, while you go through a mental debate of whether you should get in or not.

“Attorney ____,” Jeonghan hums sweetly and you know it is anything but sweet. He steps aside and extends a hand, silently asking you to enter.

The fear of looking like a coward has you gritting your teeth as you step inside, ignoring him completely.

Keeping ample space between the two of you, you find your place at one corner, choosing to stare at the ceiling of the elevator. You avoid looking at his face because if you look at it too long, you get violent urges like smashing his head against a wall and cursing him out in every language that ever existed. So, you close your eyes and take in a deep breath as the doors close. It is barely a ten second elevator ride from the third floor. You will survive.

Except two seconds later, you realize you won’t.

With a sudden loud thunk and a heavy vibration, the elevator comes to a halt. A second later, the lights fizzle out, leaving only the dim strips of emergency light on in the ceiling.

How delightful.

None of you moves for a second as the realization of the situation dawns on you. Then, Jeonghan presses the emergency call button, and the voice of a security guard comes through.

“I’m really sorry. This elevator has been having some issues recently. Hang in there for a bit. This should be resolved within 10 minutes.” Someone says.

Lovely.

You grip the handle of your handbag tightly.

Today has been an exceptional day so far. What are the chances you get stuck with Yoon Jeonghan, out of all people, in an elevator?

“He said it’ll take ten minutes,” Jeonghan repeats the information, turning to look at you.

You ignore him and stare at the floor.

“Oh come on,” Jeonghan leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. You can feel his eyes on you, and you find yourself wishing it were pitch dark in here. “We’re stuck here for the next ten minutes if luck is on our side. If not, who knows how long? Might as well make the best of it.”

You huff out a breath before meeting his eyes with a glare. “You know what your problem is, Mr. Devil’s Advocate?”

His brows rise and an amused, cocky smile kisses his lips. 

You hate it. 

“I’d love to hear it.” He entertains you.

“You argue just to hear yourself talk. Doesn’t matter if you’re defending a cheating husband, a billionaire with a God complex, or…hell— a rock in the middle of the street. If someone pays you enough, suddenly that rock has rights and everyone else is just ‘too emotional’ to see the truth.”

He chuckles, tilting his head. “Hm, depends on the rock. Is it a trust fund rock or self-made?”

Your nostrils flare, and your hands curl into fists. “See? This— this is why I cannot tolerate your guts. I cannot believe I’m stuck in here with you…Yoon fucking Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan chuckles, and you narrow your eyes at him. His eyes linger on your face, making you feel hyperaware of yourself. He traces his index finger over his chin in a thoughtful manner, as if he is scrutinizing you. “You know, I think you yell at me so much because you secretly enjoy saying my name.” He states with a smirk.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Oh, absolutely. It’s my favourite curse word.”

He laughs, the sound lighthearted yet throaty, and you immediately look away for whatever reason.

“This case is clearly stressing you out, sweetheart.” He hums, casually calling you with a nickname. “You should relax.”

“Unlike someone, I actually care about my clients.” You stare at the doors.

“Mhm. I do too. Otherwise, I would not have taken this case.”

“Oh please,” you cannot stop yourself from rolling your eyes this time. “Enough with the pretenses. Everyone knows Jun Gi is paying you millions for this.”

Jeonghan grins, flashing his teeth. “What can I say, I am just that good.”

You bite your tongue and stare at him silently, summoning all your hatred and disgust for him in your eyes. You whisper, “You’re shameless.”

He shrugs, nonchalant. 

A sigh of exhaustion parts from your lips, and you check your wristwatch for the nth time. Ten minutes are almost done. How much longer is it going to take?

“What’s the hurry, sweetheart?” Jeonghan singsongs. You grit your teeth, murmuring, “Words cannot describe how much I want to climb through the ceiling vent and leave you here.”

He flashes a grin. “That desperate to get away from me?”

“More like your huge ego.”

“You know what else is huge?” His smirk grows bigger as his eyes shine with mischief.

You scrunch your face in disgust.

“Why are you making that face?” His voice drips with innocence, but you know it's all an act. “I was going to say my winning streak. What was going on in that smart little brain of yours, dirty girl?” He raises a cocky brow, one of his hands working on loosening the knot of his tie. You were about to clap back by saying how unprofessional he is being, but his little action distracts you from saying the words out loud. They become a jumbled mess in your head as your eyes raptly trace the movement of his slender, bony fingers in the dimly lit space. He loosens his navy blue tie before unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, exposing his Adam's apple. 

For some reason, the view is hypnotizing, and you hate yourself for not being able to pry your eyes off him. At the same time, in the very back of your mind, an annoying part keeps repeating his words “dirty girl” over and over again.

What is wrong with you? The air must be thinning out in here.

Your gaze shifts from his neck to his face, and with sheer terror, you realize he has been staring at you all this time. Your heart drops and you immediately look away, wishing you were anywhere but here, stuck in an elevator with Jeonghan. The only man who pushes your buttons like nothing else. 

You don’t have to look at him to know there is a smug smile on his face.

“You keep looking at me, Attorney ____.” The statement is dripping with arrogance. You hate it. You wish it would go pitch black in here, and you could blend in with the darkness. Or, the elevator could just snap and fall down, and you would accept death happily rather than admitting that you were looking at Yoon Jeonghan.

Turns out you’re in luck this time because your wish immediately materializes with the sudden blinking of lights and a harsh jerk of the elevator that throws you off balance. You lose your footing and fall on the opposite side, right next to Jeonghan, clutching onto the handle to keep yourself stable. Then, the emergency lights fizzle out and it goes pitch black.

“Fuck,’’ he curses under his breath.

“I cannot believe I am going to die here, stuck with you,” you hiss, tightly gripping the handle. Your words lack the confidence you would have liked them to have because you don't like where this is going.

Be careful what you wish for!

“We are not going to die in here, okay?” Jeonghan’s voice has the conviction that yours lacked. Your reply is a grunt because, frankly, your mind is starting to spiral. 

Fortunately, the elevator makes another soft jerk, and the lights turn on again with a loud noise. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the brightness, and half a second later, you are hyper-aware of Jeonghan’s presence next to you.

He is so close that his arm is brushing against yours. He is so close that the scent of his cologne tickles your nose and momentarily puts you in a trance. Unconsciously, your head moves, turning sideways to look at him, only to find his face too close to yours, his eyes already trained on you like a hawk. 

Your heart skips a beat. As unnerving as it is to be in such proximity to him that you feel his breath caress your face, you find yourself stuck and completely unable to move.

“You know, you are quite beautiful up close.” He whispers. 

Your mind blanks out.

You need to do something— smack his face, shove him away, yell at him. Something. Anything. You realize you cannot exercise that will on your body because you keep gazing at him, counting the little moles on his face that you've never taken notice of. In the back of your mind, a quiet voice tells you that he is getting closer to you, his face inching nearer and nearer.

Is he going to kiss you? Why does the thought delight you and send your heart racing?

Briefly, you wonder if it’s your imagination, but no, he is actually getting closer to you. So close that even without his lips meeting yours, you can taste them, you can feel them and the sensation is electric.

Your eyes fall closed instinctively and you wait for a kiss that never comes.

Instead, what comes is the ping of the elevator, which you hear a second later. When you open your eyes, the doors are already open and two maintenance workers blink at the two of you curiously. 

Like you have been zapped by a current of a thousand bolts, you and Jeonghan fly away from each other. Jeonghan clears his throat while you straighten your jacket and look anywhere but at the two men standing outside.

“You folks okay?” One of them asks.

“Yeah. Any longer and it would not have been fun.” Jeonghan replies, his tone lighthearted. 

Why is he so unaffected? You can still hear the pounding of your heartbeat in your eardrums, and your face is radiating enough heat to make you sweaty.

One of the guys says something to Jeonghan, continuing the conversation and you use that time to march out of the elevator, your eyes focused on the ground as you fan your heated face.

Fuck, what were you about to do in there? Kiss Yoon Jeonghan?

God, no.

The thought sends shivers down your spine as you briskly continue your way to the parking lot next to the courthouse. 

As you are fishing your keys out of your handbag, Jeonghan’s voice makes you stop in your tracks. “Attorney ____!”

You are unsure whether it is shame that prevents you from turning around. You decide it is sheer mortification that leaves you unable to look him in the eye and so, you just turn your head to the left and wait, indicating that you have heard him and are waiting for him to continue.

“See you next Thursday,” Jeonghan says and you wish you could see the look on his face. Is he affected like you are? It sure doesn’t feel like that from his voice.

You pause for a second and, once sure he has nothing more to say, you continue marching towards your car. Without sparing a second and completely avoiding looking at where he stands, you pull your Audi out of the parking lot and zoom down the street. 

— 

It is the fifth anniversary of the law firm that Judge Beatrice’s son started. 

A party isn’t really your scene, especially when most of it is full of boring middle aged men, half of whom you cannot tolerate the guts of. So, you make yourself comfortable in a corner, staying near your colleagues and sipping on champagne instead of going around for the sake of formality. 

“Girl, slow down with the drinks.” Lara, your colleague eyes the new flute of champagne in your hand. You huff out a breath. “Please don’t. Let me drink this expensive but free champagne in peace.”

“Dinner isn’t for another hour, you know.” She reminds and before you can reply to her, you are interrupted.

“I didn’t know this was your type of scene, Attorney ____.” Jeonghan’s sudden voice prompts your shoulders to jerk. You turn around and find him standing right there, dressed in a formal three piece suit and slick back hair that makes him look unfairly good.

Fuck. Your fingers grip the flute tightly. For a brief second, your mind travels back to the heated moment you shared with him two days ago in the elevator. Against your wish, your eyes briefly flicker to his lips, but you force your gaze back to his eyes.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Turning your back on him, you sip your champagne in one go. You find Lara looking at the two of you with narrowed eyes and before you can ask her to get you out of this, she struts away with a knowing smile. Jeonghan smoothly positions himself right next to you. “Oh, I just mean I have heard parties aren’t really your thing.” He aimlessly gestures with a hand around the space.

“Don’t know where you heard that from.” You murmur, picking up a flute off the tray as a waiter passes by. 

“I am not particularly a fan of parties either but I sure love it when I get to see you, Attorney ____, in a dress. In which, may I add, you look absolutely stunning.” He flashes a dashing smile.

You look away. “Hm,” you hum, “I pegged you as a party lover, honestly, Counselor Yoon.”

He gives you a dirty smile, leaning closer to you. “You would love to peg me, wouldn’t you?”

You half choke on your drink as blood rushes to your face. Jeonghan finds your reaction pleasing because he chuckles at you before finishing his drink in a quick gulp. Wiping your lips, you observe his profile for a while before setting down your flute and facing your body towards him.

“Are you flirting with me?” You cross your arms and cock a brow at him.

He smiles. Resting a hand on the table behind you, he leans closer and you instinctively pull back. Once again, his cologne assaults your senses, making your mind go blank. The perfume on him is different from the one he was wearing the other day. This one has strong notes of sandalwood and a bit of cinnamon, a dangerously addictive combination when it is on him.

“You tell me,” he drawls with a smirk. His eyes are bright, fiery pools of smoke and desire, so deep and hypnotising that your breath catches in your throat. “Am I allowed to flirt with you?”

You huff, trying your best to be annoyed as you shove him away softly. “Ugh, mind your business, Counselor. And stop invading my space.”

“If you wore a dress like this to court, I would let you win every damn case.” His eye contact doesn’t waver when he says the words.

They leave you stunned. You struggle to understand if he is just making fun of you or if he sincerely means them. You blink, watching him with a face that keeps warming up by the second, unable to say anything.

You are saved from the trouble when a few journalists, accompanied by photographers, ask for pictures of you two.

Ah, just what you were waiting for. 

One of the many things that you do not enjoy at parties like this is the abundance of journalists, going around with their cameras flashing and asking annoying questions. You find it pointless, especially because of know it is done mostly for flaunting.

Jeonghan smiles brightly, tugging you closer to him with a hand on the small of your back. His fingertips brush against the bare skin on your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You try to put some distance between the two of you, but he keeps you close, grinning at the flashing camera.

A reporter asks you, “You are working against Attorney Yoon in a case right now. Could you tell us how it has been so far?”

“I think Attorney Yoon is a very competent lawyer. He is good at his job, like I am in mine.” You give a professional, practiced smile to the reporter.

“Wow,” Jeonghan raises a brow at you. “Such sweet words coming from you.”

The camera's flash and you smile while muttering under your breath. “If you believed them to be true, then you are not as good as you think you are, Lawyer Yoon.”

He simply chuckles and pulls you tighter against his body, posing for the cameras.

“Who do you think is going to win this case?” A reporter asks and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. What kind of a question is that?

Jeonghan takes over, replying playfully but also professionally. “To know that, you need to wait till next week. Now, if you will excuse us, gentlemen.” He ushers you away from the reporters and towards a comparatively secluded part of the backyard, right next to the conservatory.

“Can you let go of my hand?” You huff, trying to free yourself. Jeonghan finally stops and turns around, regarding you with mischief, his solid grip still on your wrist. “Why? I promise I don’t bite.”

“Ew,” you tug your hand free and take a few steps away from him. You smooth out your dress, muttering underneath your breath, “I was stuck with you in an elevator this week. Can’t believe I am seeing you again so quickly.”

He pouts. “Aw, come on. You’re hurting my feelings.”

“Right,” your lips form a sarcastic smile. “Like you have those.”

Jeonghan does not reply and you try to pretend he is not right next to you, instead looking at the large estate of Judge Beatrice’s mansion. From this vantage point, you can see everything: from the manicured gardens to the sweeping line of tables draped in white linen, flickering lanterns dotting the pathway, and the silhouette of the live band. The scent of night-blooming jasmine wafts through the air, and every now and then, bursts of laughter rise above the steady, gentle hum of chatter among the guests.

“This place is actually beautiful.” Jeonghan comments.

“Yeah, when you don’t have reporters chasing after you, it is.” You reply, watching the last hues of sunset blend into the night sky. Despite having your sworn enemy right next to you, you feel oddly peaceful, a sense of tranquility settling in your heart like the hush after a summer storm.

“I have always wanted to own a mansion like this.” You find yourself whispering. Jeonghan turns his head to look at you and you feel his steady gaze piercing holes in the side of your face. Unable to resist yourself any longer, you turn your head to look at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replies, voice laced with a foreign tenderness that feels melodic to your ears.

In the muted lights of the garden, his face appears lethally gorgeous and you are transported to that moment inside the elevator two days ago. The same feelings bubble up from deep within you, making your breaths short and heavy as you fight a battle against pressing your lips to his.

It feels like a losing battle.

He gently hums your name. Your proper name, not as your job title and the hairs on your neck stand up. Hearing your name from his mouth feels sinfully good, like a taboo and you are forced to meet his gaze.

With bated breath, you watch him come closer to you.

“Jeonghan,” the word falls from your lips like a plea, tentative yet needy, soft yet urgent. He inches even closer upon hearing the word, pressing his body snugly against yours, his hot breath fanning your face, only a few centimeters of space left between your lips and his.

His hand explores your body, caressing the back of your thigh before going upwards, resting a bit too long on your ass before slithering around your waist. As if you were not already close enough, he tugs you even closer and soft grunts your name once more, his eyes growing heavy-lidded as his gaze remains trained on your lips.

You can almost feel fireworks go off inside your body. You are feeling sensations and desires you have never felt before, and a tiny part of your brain raises alarm bells, but at this point, you are too gone to care. You can never go back to how it used to be with him after you cross this line.

Somehow, you find yourself being okay with that thought right now. You briefly wonder if it is all the drinks you had finally catching up to you.

Your hands that were frozen by your side until now finally relax, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you and resting your forehead against his. Your body finds a place next to him so easily and gracefully, it’s like you have always been together. Like yin and yang.

He inhales sharply and utters your name, his voice heavy with desire.

You make up your mind in that moment.

Without wasting another breath, you pull his face towards you and kiss him, slowly at first but it changes into quick and desperate as Jeonghan’s hands cup your jaw and tilt your face up to get better access. He completely takes over the kiss and your body, pushing your back against the wall of the conservatory and kissing you like he had been wanting to do it for ages. It feels like he is a man starved and you are his beacon of light, the way his hand grips your waist and pulls you impossibly close while devouring your lips. His tongue is in your mouth, tasting every inch of you and it is absolutely glorious; a breathtaking combination of all of your wildest fantasies combined. It is hard, bruising and wanton, taking your breath away yet leaving you feeling a high unlike ever before.

When he finally pulls away, the two of you gasp for air, faces flushed with heat and sweat. His eyes stay locked with yours and you clearly see the desire pool in them like molten lava. You know for a fact that he sees the same in you. You hate Jeonghan, you truly do but you have never wanted a man as much as you want him.

So much so that when he starts tugging you with him, you don’t question him or protest. Silently, he pulls you towards the entrance of the conservatory. He tugs on the door, and it comes open, surprising you. With the door closed and away from the noise and the crowd, his lips find yours with ease even in the darkness. One of his lands feels the skin of your thigh underneath the slit of your dress, his fingers gripping and squeezing your flesh while his other hand holds your face, tracing the slopes and edges of your jaw and neck with his thumbs.

“Jeonghan,” you sigh, grabbing his hand and pulling it closer to your core. His fingers brush over your panties and you shudder, burying your face in his neck.

“You want my fingers here, sweetheart?” His voice is deep as he starts tracing his mouth from your jaw to your neck. You make a barely cohesive sound of agreement and then, baffling you, he slaps your pussy, hard. Your mouth hangs open in shock and mortification, the sting of his slap leaving behind a delicious tingle.

“Answer me,” he whispers next to your ear, nibbling on the skin below your earlobe. Another sigh of pleasure falls from your lips, your eyes falling closed at his ministrations. “Yes,” you whisper. 

“You have it.” He hisses and, in one smooth motion, he pulls your panties aside and thrusts two of his fingers inside you. You squeal, hands fisting his jacket tightly as his digits easily slip in due to your arousal. “Oh god.” You moan, eyes rolling back as you feel his fingers move in and out of you with ease, hitting the perfect spot each time. Paired with the movement of his fingers and the heated look he’s sending your way, you know you’re not very far from your release. You are so aroused it is embarrassing but by now, you have gone past the point of caring.

He speeds up the movement of his fingers and you squeak, “Fuck, Jeonghan. I’m gonna…”

He chuckles. “So quickly, sweetheart? Are my fingers that good?”

“Mhm,” you hum, squeezing your eyes shut, grabbing onto his body like he is your lifeline. Come then. Wet my fingers with your sweet juice,” His filthy words make you moan out loud involuntarily, his thumb brushing over your clit, rubbing it swiftly and sending you over the edge, face-first into your orgasm.

It shakes your limbs as you stand there pressed against his body, feeling it wash over you, your pussy spasming repeatedly while he keeps playing with you throughout your high. When you finally feel the last of your orgasm ebb away and your mind starts functioning again, Jeonghan pulls his fingers out of you, dripping in your essence and licks his digits clean, never wavering eye contact with you.

You shiver, whether from the intimate act or from the cold, you don’t know.

Jeonghan watches you silently, his eyes carefully taking in every detail of your face. You see his gaze shift in the dimly lit space, a slither of light coming from outside falling directly on his face, casting it in a heavenly glow and adding a new shine to his wet lips. For a moment, your mind blanks out, transfixed by his beauty and the hum of pleasure echoing through your body. When the beating of your heart finally slows down and the high of your release starts wearing off, a chill runs down your spine and you grow cold.

The realization of what you just did hits you like a ton of bricks and you freeze, staring at him blankly.

Fuck. That should not have happened. He is a walking, talking red flag and you just got dirty with him. Hell, you’re going up against him in court next week!

Fuck, fuck.

This is the man you lost to. This man is your sworn enemy. You should not have let him in.

Especially…especially because deep down in your heart, you feel something for him that is serious and sincere. Past all your history and professional war, you feel something for him and after tonight, you know it will only amplify.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

Jeonghan leans closer to you, the glint of mischief returning in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but in a moment of panic, you shove him away and hurriedly fix the strap of your dress.

“I need to leave,” you announce in a broken voice, pushing past him and scurrying out the door. You take the back exit, marching away from the party as fast as possible while trying to keep your tears at bay.

Silly, silly girl.

—

The sky is gloomy today, much like your mood.

You stand in the hallway of the courthouse, pensively gazing out the window, your body humming with nerves. After your encounter with Jeonghan, your weekend sucked. With the memory of that night branded in your brain, you ran around nonstop, trying to gather some solid evidence against Jun Gi. 

You wish you could have done better.

The sound of heavy footsteps steals your attention as you turn around to find Jeonghan walking towards you.

You freeze in your spot, your hands gripping your handbag in a deathly hold as he comes closer and closer.

“Hey, ____.” Your name casually rolls off his tongue and for a moment, you struggle to find your voice. He looks as gorgeous as ever with his hair slicked back and dressed in a fine black three-piece suit. His face, as usual, gives nothing away, radiating composure and ease.

He looks lethal and you hate it.

“About that night at the party,” You find yourself speaking. “I hope you forget that. I just had one too many drinks. That’s all.”

Jeonghan blinks, slowly registering your words. “Wait, are you saying that it was a mistake?”

You clench your teeth and scowl at him, “Yes.”

“Ha,” Jeonghan scoffs, his mouth parting in shock. He rakes a frustrated hand through his hair, disheveling the styled locks. “Fuck, really?”

“Yes,” you hiss. “And I hope you won’t bring that up ever again, Mr. Yoon.” You don’t wait for his reply, shooting a final glare at him before marching down the hallway. 

It was a mistake. It was a mistake. You keep chanting the words over and over again in your head, trying to believe them.

The effort is futile because you believe otherwise. To you, it meant more. Sure, it was a moment of weakness, a lapse in your judgment. However, over the weekend, upon reflection, you realized that you have feelings for the insufferable, egotistical man.

There is no room for those feelings right now.

You have a case to win. If you lose today, you will not only lose to Jeonghan for the second time but also a mother will lose her child.

So, no room for feelings.

— 

Your closing statement feels heavy on your tongue, especially when you see Mina’s glossy eyes directed at you, hopeful yet petrified and you feel the crushing guilt overtake your entire being. You should have done better.

The financial statements of her ex-husband are the only weapon you managed to secure. He’s a powerful man, meticulously guarded. Digging up dirt on him has been like searching for a needle in a haystack. The few precious pieces of footage you submitted, like glimpses of his reckless lifestyle, wild spending sprees, late-night parties with young women, and drinking until dawn, you hope, are enough to plant a seed of doubt. It’s not much, but it’s a spark of hope you hold onto, praying that it just might turn the tide in your favour. So, you go with that.

You take a deep breath. “Your Honour, the primary concern in this case is the well-being of the child. The father’s spending habits reveal a pattern of reckless prioritisation— purchasing luxury items and throwing expensive parties while neglecting his son’s care. Parenting requires more than financial security; it demands consistent presence and responsibility, which my client has consistently demonstrated.

Additionally, we cannot ignore the situation with the nanny, Jeanie. Initially willing to testify, she suddenly withdrew without explanation. It is a suspicious change that raises concerns about potential interference. This only reinforces the need for caution when considering the father’s ability to provide a stable environment. So I urge the court to grant primary custody to the mother, ensuring the child’s best interests are prioritized. Thank you.”

You do not find any power in you to look at the judge’s face or anyone’s in the courtroom. Silently, you pad over to your bench and sit down next to Mina, your eyes trained on the ground. One of her hands comes to rest on top of yours, giving you a gentle squeeze of reassurance. 

Judge Beatrice asks, “Defense counsel, your final statements, please.”

“Yes, your Honour,” Jeonghan responds, standing up and buttoning his jacket. “But before that, I would like to apologize for the unexpected request at this stage. Some new information has come to light that I believe is crucial to this case. With the court’s permission, I would like to call an additional witness, Ms. Jeanie Miller, the child’s nanny.”

Shocked and bewildered at his statement, your head snaps up. 

“There was no mention of having a witness at the stand today,” Judge Beatrice says flatly.

“I understand the unusual nature of this late request, but given the gravity of the custody decision, it is imperative that the court hears her testimony,” Jeonghan states firmly.

"Wait, what?" Gun Ji stands up from his seat beside Jeonghan, a look of panic on his face. "That...that's not necessary!" Jeonghan ignores him, calmly keeping his eyes focused on judge Beatrice.

She gives him a long, keen look. “Fine, bring her in.” 

—

“After thoroughly reviewing the evidence presented and carefully considering the testimonies, this court determines that the child’s best interests must take precedence. Therefore, the court rules that the primary physical and legal custody of the minor child be granted to the mother. The father shall be given reasonable visitation rights as determined by the parenting plan. Court is adjourned.” Judge Beatrice finishes. The sound of her striking the gavel echoes through the courtroom. Beside you, Mina yelps out, her voice full of glee and unshed tears as she jumps up before engulfing you in a hug. However, everything surrounding you has faded into the background as you keep staring at Jeonghan on the other side, his face composed and content even.

His eyes meet yours and he nods, giving you a soft, subtle smile that almost feels like a mirage.

Is this a dream?

You just won this case. You won against Yoon Jeonghan.

But why does it not feel like a victory at all?

He yielded. He brought Jeanie in court and had her testify against his client at the very last moment.

Why?

A bitter taste of betrayal is left in your mouth as you watch him ignore Jun Gi’s yelling. It feels like you did not earn the victory but rather, it was handed to you.

The feeling is sickening.

—

With everyone gone, the courtroom is empty now, except for you and Jeonghan.

Your files lay spread out on the table but you don’t bother arranging them. You should have been out of here by now, going on with your day and even make plans to celebrate your victory. For some reason, though, you could not leave.

You stand with your arms crossed and watch Jeonghan, his back facing you, as he arranges all his files and puts them in his briefcase one by one while talking over the phone.

“Yes, I can be there in an hour…Okay, see you then.” He hangs up and sets the phone down, tilting his head to glance at you. “Congratulations, Lawyer ___.”

His words sound like sarcasm.

“Why did you let me win, Jeonghan?” Your voice is flat.

He turns around and frowns. “What do you mean, 'let you win'?” 

“You know very well what I mean,” you sneer, stepping closer to him, your heels clicking loudly. “Why did you yield? You have never done that before, and you have represented far worse people. What, getting in my pants changed your mind? You thought I would let you hit if you let me have this case?”

His mouth falls open, his eyes widening in disbelief. 

“Answer me, asshole!”

“You are better than this,” he replies, his tone quiet but his gaze turbulent, a swirl of emotions shining in his pupils. “You know better than this.” He pauses before scrunching up his face. “Let me hit? What…How could you even say that? Sure, I am a scumbag but even for me that’s low. You know I respect you.”

“Do you? You hiss, getting up in his face. “Do you really, Mr. Money Talks? Since I have known you, you have never done something nice without an ulterior motive. Tell me, what was it this time?”

“I have had enough of this conversation,” he grunts, turning away to finish packing his belongings. 

“Oh, I am sure you have. Now that I have seen through your shit, I bet you’re done, you pathetic asshole.”

He does not make a sound as he finishes packing, the sound of his briefcase shutting leaving an echoing boom in the thick, looming silence. Without acknowledging your presence, he starts walking away and you scoff in utter disbelief. His quiet footsteps echo through the courtroom, leaving behind a sense of emptiness and rage inside you that you don't know how to grapple with.

When he is almost at the door, he turns around and stares at you blankly. “For what it is worth, I really do respect you.”

The door slams quietly behind him.

—

1 week later

You stroll through the bustling streets of late-night Seoul, the faint hum of traffic mixing with the distant chatter of people at the little roadside shops, drinking with their friends. The air is slightly chilly, but comfortable, just enough to make you pull your coat a little tighter around you. 

It has been a week since your victory. Throughout the week, you have waited for that feeling of accomplishment to come to you, the sense that will force you to look on the bright side. It has not come. 

Victory should feel sweeter than this. You won the case, defending your client with everything you had. Yet, as you weave through the crowd, your thoughts keep drifting back to him— Jeonghan. You can’t help it. You keep revisiting your last interaction with him; that pained look in his eyes and the quiet depth of his words. It gave you a glimpse of a Jeonghan you never saw before, one you thought did not exist— one who has a heart.

You tell yourself it’s just the lingering adrenaline of a hard-fought case, but it bothers you more than you’d like to admit. So much so that you feel tempted to pick up your phone and just call him.

“____!” A sudden loud voice makes you jolt as you stop on the pavement and look around. You spot Kai, a law school friend and Jeonghan's colleague, sitting at one of the roadside restaurants, holding a bottle of soju with one hand and waving at you with the other.

You smile and walk over to him.

“Sit. Have a drink. It has been a while since we had a chat,” he smiles, offering you a seat. You grab a blue plastic tool and sit, eyeing the empty shot glass and some leftover food on a plate next to him. You tease him, “What? Got ditched by your date?” 

He snorts, pouring you a shot. “By date, if you mean Jeonghan, then yeah, sure.”

Your ears perk and you sit up straight. “Jeonghan was here?”

He hums, pushing a glass towards you. “Yep, he just left.” He downs a shot and makes a noise of satisfaction. “This guy, I swear to god. He’s been weird all week. Right after the hearing on Thursday, Jun Gi stormed into the office, calling him a traitor and whatnot. Jeonghan didn’t even flinch. Just sat there, cool as always.” He pauses to take a sip of his drink. “At some point, the guy shoved him. And, get this— Jeonghan threw a punch. Didn’t even hesitate. I swear I’ve never seen him like that. Gave Jun Gi a black eye and then kicked him out the door in front of everyone. Insane, right?”

Holy shit. You gape at Kai. “Jeonghan... hit him? His client?”

“Ex client, but yeah, he did. He never loses his cool like that, you know. I tried talking to him, but he just shrugged it off. I think this case messed with his head. Not like him to get that... involved.” You sit on the rickety plastic stool, stunned. The nagging in your brain finally becomes too much to ignore and you ask, “Did he say where he was going?" “Jeonghan? He’ll probably catch the bus. You know the stop two blocks down that runs till midnight.”

Your heart starts racing. “Thanks, Kai,” you murmur, quickly chugging a shot down before hurrying down the sidewalk. You pick up your pace, the chill of the night air pushing you forward despite the uncomfortable feeling of your heels digging into your feet. You don’t know what you’ll say to Jeonghan when you find him— you just know you have to.

You start running at full speed, pushing through the busy sidewalk and murmuring apologies to the people you bump into. The bus stop comes into view, fairly empty, and your heart stops, realizing you missed Jeonghan. However, a second later, your view gets clearer and you spot the man standing there with a cigarette between his lips, his jacket slung over his shoulders as he looks around with boredom.

“You!” You charge at him, yelling. “You! Explain. What really happened that day? Why did you change your mind?” You pant, catching your breath when you finally stop in front of him.

Jeonghan, busy blowing out a thin stream of smoke, whips his head upon hearing your voice, shock flashing in his gaze. His half-lidded eyes widen, before he frowns, “What the hell are you doing here?’’

“Answer me, Jeonghan.” You glare at him, still gasping for air. “What happened that day in court?” He keeps staring at you with keen eyes that make you feel like he can see through you, reading your innermost thoughts. He takes a drag of his cigarette before speaking, his voice smooth as always. “Since you're so curious...I did my duty at first, you know. I believed my client. That’s what a lawyer does…even when everything else tells you your client is a bastard.” “But you knew that from the very beginning. You knew he wasn’t fit to take care of his son. You don’t just flip like that. What made you change your mind?”

Jeonghan pauses, rolling the cigarette between his fingers, his gaze trained on the poison stick thoughtfully. “Look, I’ve defended plenty of rich idiots. Comes with the job. But this one... he just slipped up.” You raise a brow. “Slipped up?”

He smirks, but rather than the usual cockiness, there’s a shadow behind it that leaves you wondering. “Let’s just say I overheard him running his mouth on the phone. Something about how he didn’t really care about the kid. He just didn’t want to ‘lose’ to his ex-wife. Didn’t matter if his kid hated him. As long as he came out on top, he was happy.”

You frown, processing the information. Jeonghan flicks the ash off his cigarette, his tone a bit sharper now. “Turns out our model father also bribed the nanny to keep her mouth shut. When I got her alone and told her I’d keep her safe if she talked... well, a lot more things came into light.”

You hold your breath. “Was he…abusing him?”

Jeonghan huffs out. “Let me know if Mina wants to file a case against him. I have enough evidence to make her win.”

Fuck. You sigh, your gaze trained on the gravel of the pavement. “So that’s why you went against your client.”

Jeonghan scoffs lightly, still not looking directly at you. “Don’t make it sound noble. It was just bad strategy to keep lying when the truth was that obvious.”

You fold your arms and narrow your eyes at him. “You’re not that selfless. You don’t just risk your reputation for a lost cause.” Jeonghan remains silent for a beat, his jaw tightening before he finally looks at you, something unguarded flashing in his eyes. “Let’s just say... I’ve seen that look before. In that kid. Eyes that don’t know whether to hate or hold on because neither makes sense when your old man never really gave a damn. Figured I didn’t want to see another kid grow up wondering why he wasn’t enough.” He shrugs, as if it’s nothing, but the hint of vulnerability lingers. You catch it— just a flicker before his usual cocky smirk slides back into place. “Jeonghan…” “Don’t get all sentimental on me now. The kid just deserved better. That’s all.”

He takes one last drag of his cigarette and flicks it to the ground, crushing it under his heel as you silently watch him. The tension between you lingers, charged and unresolved. You want to say a lot of things to him, but you don’t know where to start. It feels like a cactus is lodged in your throat, pricking at your skin every time a word manifests on your tongue.

“I’m sorry!” You blurt out. Jeonghan’s head turns towards you slowly, his eyes blown out like he just saw Santa Claus flying through the sky. 

“I’m sorry, what?” He gapes.

You bite your lip. “I… am sorry. For the things I said that day. For…I don’t know…Everything, I guess.”

He keeps staring at you like you have grown two heads and you drawl out a groan. “Can you not stare at me like that?”

“I am…lost for words.”

You try to make a joke. “Wow, very unlike Yoon Jeonghan to be left speechless.”

“You tend to do that to me,” he murmurs so softly as if he did not want you to hear it but you do, and your heart starts drumming loudly in your ears. His eyes never stray from you as he flicks the cigarette to the ground before crushing it with the heel of his shoe.

Then, he takes a step towards you.

You don’t step back, looking up at his eyes, slightly breathless. His eyes shine, mirroring the lights of late-night Seoul and something deeper, something foreign. It is a look you have never seen before that fills you with hope and joy.

Jeonghan’s hand reaches for yours, his fingertips ever so slightly tracing the lengths of your fingers and your knuckles, giving you goosebumps.

“Your words really hurt that day, you know,” he murmurs, the look in his eyes deeply intimate. He comes even closer to you and you love it. You love having him in your personal space, feeling the warmth radiating off him, the smell of his cologne and cigarette mixing into an addictive scent. “But, now that you are looking at me like that, with those beautiful eyes of yours,” he pauses, tantalizingly slowly linking his fingers with yours. His tone is serious but also contains a softness that makes heat pool in your belly, “I have no choice but to forgive you.”

You make a broken sound of acknowledgement. Too busy trying to get your heart to calm down. You feel like a giddy teenager, ready to have your first kiss.

And boy, do you want to kiss him.

“But,” he pauses and you hold your breath. “When you say you’re sorry for the things you said that day…does it also include that?”

“What?” You blink.

“You said it was a mistake. Are you sorry for saying that?”

Your breath stops. You gaze into his eyes, deep, dark pools of honey and you feel a sense of vulnerability grow in you. Unconsciously, you hold his hand tighter when you whisper, “Jeonghan?”

“Hm?” He leans closer to you and it physically hurts not to kiss him.

“That night…was it a mistake for you?”

He remains silent, looking at you unblinking. His eyes search your face for something you don’t understand.

“No, it was not, ____.” He says quietly but the conviction in his voice is louder than anything. “I meant every word I said that night and I do not regret having my fingers deep inside your cunt. In fact, I crave to do it again.” Only Jeonghan can say something so filthy with so much emotion. Your breath stutters and heat blooms all over your skin as you fight to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Me too,” you whisper, hypnotized by his gaze. “It was not a mistake. I am sorry I said it was.”

The look in his eyes instantly darkens. His free hand snakes around your waist, pulling your body tight against his. Your arms find home around his neck and your eyes trail to his lips before you whisper, “I want to kiss you, Jeonghan.”

“What’s holding you back?”

Nothing.

You lean upwards just slightly and press your lips to his. His arms engulf you, pulling you in deeper into the kiss. It is perfect, it is magical. The taste of cigarette in his tongue, the caress of his thumb on your lower back, the feeling of his warmth encompassing you whole— it is all perfect.

The signature cocky smile is back on his lips when you break the kiss, that familiar mischief twinkling in his eyes. You cannot help but smile. 

“Wow, Lawyer ____.” He is grinning. “Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?”

You feel giddy.

“Not so fast, Counselor. At least take me on a date first.” You tease, adjusting his collars. He leans down to come to your eye level. “How about this? You come home with me tonight and stay over. In the morning, I’ll take you out for breakfast. In fact, we will spend the whole day outside.”

“Sounds like a date,” you mumble, looking into his eyes.

“Yes, it is.” He hums, leaning back. His hand finds yours and interlocking your fingers, he starts walking. 

“You’re not going to take the bus?” You ask, trailing after him. He has that incredulous, love-struck smile on his face. “Nah. I feel like walking with you. What do you say? Shall we take the long road?”

You grin. “Yes.”

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A/N: what was originally a 6k word fic turned out to be almost 10k. whew! i feel like i wrote another fic set in sibilance universe unintentionally. bc Jeonghan was a lawyer over there too?? anyway, i hope this was an enjoyable read. i'd love to hear your thoughts so do comment or drop an ask! as always, please like and reblog! toodles!<3

[lieslostinsilence]

Warmth, Want, and Wonwoo

Author's note: This one literally came to me in a dream and I woke up thinking, yeah, I’m writing that. It’s been sitting in my head all day so here we are — soft, filthy, needy Wonwoo for your reading pleasure. I’d love to hear your thoughts or feral reactions, so feel free to scream at me. Enjoy~ Bye-um~ Description: You were supposed to be resting — project finally done, exhaustion pulling you under. But when Wonwoo comes home and slips into bed behind you, his patience snaps. Soft touches turn into slow, filthy strokes until you’re trembling, and he’s buried deep, keeping you full all night. Warnings: Smut (18+), soft but filthy sex, mix of praise kink and possessive/dirty talk, fingering, side-position sex, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it up in real life!), creampie, sleepy sex, intimacy kink, deep penetration, clit stimulation during penetration, slow and intimate pace, post-sex cockwarming, heavy praise, affectionate aftercare. Masterlist for my page: Lies Lost In Silence

The laptop’s click was the most satisfying sound you’d heard in weeks. Done. Finally done. Your project had eaten every spare moment — every late night, every weekend — and while you’d survived on caffeine and determination, you were running on fumes.

Wonwoo had been nothing but patient. Night after night, he’d set a hot drink on your desk without asking, draped a blanket over your shoulders, brushed soft kisses over your hairline as he told you to “just focus, baby, I’ve got you.” But you weren’t blind. You’d noticed the way his gaze lingered sometimes, the faint clench of his jaw when you shuffled past him toward your desk instead of the bedroom. He missed you — all of you.

You caught the faintest whiff of his cologne when he left for dinner with the members, after making sure you’d eaten first. A long soak in the bath left your skin warm and scented with lavender, and by the time you slipped into your nightdress and collapsed on the bed, exhaustion was a physical weight pulling you under.

You didn’t hear the door open when he came home. Didn’t hear the soft footsteps as he crossed the apartment. You only felt the brief press of lips to your forehead, the brush of his thumb against your temple.

Your eyes fluttered open for just a moment. He smiled down at you, all warmth and fondness, and you hummed a sleepy greeting before sinking back into darkness.

He lingered there, watching you. The nightdress you’d chosen was soft and thin, the fabric barely covering the tops of your thighs. The dim lighting made your skin glow. And when he came out of the shower in nothing but sweatpants, hair damp, chest still warm from the water, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands to himself.

He slid into bed behind you, chest flush to your back. One arm draped over your waist, heavy and protective. It could’ve stopped there — a cuddle, a kiss to your shoulder, the comfort of your breathing in sync.

But then his palm began to move. Slow strokes over the curve of your waist, the dip of your hip. The pads of his fingers grazing your thigh.

A quiet sound slipped from you — soft, almost involuntary.

His lips found your neck. “Couldn’t stay away,” he murmured, the confession more to himself than you.

His hand slipped between your thighs. Your body reacted instinctively, knees parting just enough to invite him closer.

“Oh, baby…” His voice dropped into a low, needy rasp. “So responsive even when you’re half-asleep. My good girl.”

He hooked a finger into the side of your panties, sliding the fabric aside. His touch skimmed your folds — and his breath caught when he found you warm and already damp.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your hair. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

He started slow, dragging his fingertips over your clit in lazy circles before easing a finger inside. The wet sound of him moving in you was quiet, intimate in the stillness.

Your hips gave a small roll back toward him. He added a second finger, stretching you gently, curling deep until the pads brushed against the spot that made your muscles twitch.

You stirred with a faint whimper, eyelids fluttering open. “W–Wonwoo?”

“Shhh.” His lips pressed to your temple. “It’s okay, baby. Let me take care of you. You’ve been working so hard… just feel me.”

His hand was steady, fingers pumping in slow, deliberate strokes. His palm dragged against your clit on every thrust, sending sparks through your nerves. Your breathing picked up, thighs tensing, the rest of you still boneless in his hold.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice heavy with praise. “You’re already squeezing me so tight. Imagine if it was my cock instead of my fingers…”

The thought alone had you wetter, and his jaw flexed as he felt it.

“You like that? The thought of me filling you up? Yeah, you do… I can feel it.”

Your moan was muffled against the pillow, your body trembling as he worked you toward the edge. He knew exactly when you were close — your thighs pressing together, your walls clenching desperately around him.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he coaxed, thumb pressing firmer to your clit. “Let go.”

Your orgasm hit in a wave, your hips jerking, breath catching as pleasure pulsed through you. He didn’t pull away immediately, stroking you gently until the aftershocks made you shiver.

“Good girl,” he praised again, pulling his fingers free and watching the slick glisten on them. “Always so perfect for me.”

His self-control snapped. He shoved his sweats down just enough to free his cock, thick and flushed, the tip already leaking. Lining himself up against your entrance, he shifted closer, pressing his chest to your back, curling an arm under your head so he could hold you tight.

The first push inside had you gasping softly, your body still sensitive from your orgasm. The stretch was deep in this position — his hips snug to your ass, his cock dragging along every inch of you in one slow, steady slide.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered against your ear. “Let me in… just like that. Fuck, you’re so warm.”

When he bottomed out, his groan was low and rough, his forehead pressing to the back of your neck. “God, I missed this. Missed you.”

He started to move — slow, heavy thrusts that kept you full, the motion making your breath hitch with every roll of his hips. The angle had him brushing deep, his pelvis grinding against your ass as his hand slipped back down between your legs.

“Feel that?” His voice was almost reverent. “That’s all me, baby. Filling you completely.”

You whimpered, your hand gripping his forearm. He kissed the side of your neck sloppily, murmuring praise between each thrust.

“My perfect girl…” kiss “So tight for me…” kiss “Taking me so well.” kiss

The rhythm was unhurried but deliberate, each movement pushing him deep and pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The sound of your slick around him filled the room, mixing with his low groans every time your walls clenched.

“You’re gonna come again for me,” he breathed, rubbing your clit in slow, tight circles that matched the pace of his thrusts. “I can feel you — already so close.”

You could only nod, the words caught in your throat as pleasure coiled tighter. The combination of his cock stroking deep and his fingers on your clit was too much.

Your climax tore through you, your whole body tensing before melting against him. Your walls pulsed around him, milking him, and his pace stuttered.

“Fuck, baby… just like that…” His thrusts grew shorter, sharper, his breath hitching as he pressed deep one final time. His groan broke into your name as heat spilled inside you, filling you until it dripped around the base of his cock.

He stayed there, buried to the hilt, chest pressed to your back, his arm locked around your waist. His lips brushed your shoulder in soft, lazy kisses.

“Not moving,” he mumbled against your skin. “Not after missing you this long.”

You hummed, too sated to argue, the steady beat of his heart against your spine grounding you. His cock softened slowly inside you, but he stayed, content just to hold you.

By the time sleep pulled you under again, you were still connected, wrapped entirely in his warmth and the faint scent of his shampoo — his quiet, possessive “mine” the last thing you heard.

[cherryberrycheol]

Summer Heat | Choi Seungcheol | mature (+18)

Pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Summary: What starts as a desperate escape from summer heat in the library turns into an obsession when the new librarian, Seungcheol, replaces sweet Mrs. Thompson. Flirty book returns, tension thicker than humidity, and one very overdue confession lead to a closing-time encounter that’ll get you banned and him fired. If you’re caught.

Word count: 4.7k

Genre/warnings: romance (a little fluffy i guess), smut, slow-ish burn (? lol), library!au, librarian!seungcheol x patron!reader, these two are flirting, reader is fighting for her life most of the time for various reasons, the weather is atrocious (i hate stuffy humid summers and I’m living through one rn send help), Minors DNI. explicit sexual content, some cursing here and there.

Smut warnings: sex toy use (vibrator, dildo; we’re a basic bitch), vivid sexual fantasy, they both imagined each other, reader is called a good girl like once, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected piv sex (don’t do it kids, be responsible unlike these weirdos), semi-public sex (library after hours), dom/sub undertones (light praise/degradation) , light exhibitionism, risk of being caught, kinda cum play, probably inaccurate representation of someone with glasses having sex because i have no clue i’m sorry (T_T). If i missed anything anywhere please let me know.

A/N: I literally wrote it because of this disgusting weather (>.<). The only acceptable scenario for this humid bullshit is if Choi Seungcheol is balls deep inside you. This man is a public menace and we thank him for it. (RIP Mrs. Thompson’s pristine shelves.) Still not over his expensive-ass glasses, want him to post more photos in them. Coups nation keeps fighting for our lives. (◕‿◕✿) also hey look she finally posted smut!!! and as always, hope you enjoy this read :)

If you see any mistakes I'm sorry, English isn't my first language, proceed at your own discretion.

Masterlist.

The mid summer heat clings to your skin like a second layer as you step off the bus, the pavement radiating warmth even as the sun begins its slow descent. The air is thick, sluggish, the kind of heat that makes you feel icky and want to crawl out of your skin, to cool off under a cold shower.

You push open the library doors, and the rush of cool air is an instant relief, like slipping into a quiet, shaded pool after hours in the sun. The familiar scent of aged paper and dust settles around you as you slide your borrowed books across the return desk, their pages slightly warped from the humidity. For a moment, you just stand there, letting the quiet and the chill seep into you, the buzz of the outside world fading into the hush of shelves and soft footsteps. It’s a small escape, but in this heat, it feels like a gift.

You blink, still half-dazed from the heat, before realizing the usual warm, wrinkled smile of Mrs. Thompson, the librarian, isn’t there to greet you. Instead, behind the desk stands a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of build that suggests he lifts weights but doesn’t just do it for show. His arms strain slightly against the sleeves of his linen shirt, and his thighs look like they could crush watermelons. Or your head. You’re still processing his existence when you belatedly register that his plush lips are moving, saying something you’ve completely missed.

“Sorry,” you stammer, shaking off the stupor. “Could you repeat that?”

He smiles, and oh—dimples. Deep, unfair dimples. Your heartbeat stutters in two places at once at the sight. His big, doe-like eyes catch the library’s warm light, lashes casting delicate shadows as he tilts his head. The rectangular rimless glasses perched on his nose only sharpen the softness of his features, and when he leans forward slightly, you catch a whiff of cedar and bergamot—clean, warm, expensive.

“I said,” he repeats, voice low but bright, “Mrs. Thompson retired last week. I’m Seungcheol. You’re a regular, right? She left notes about you.” His fingers tap the keyboard and you notice how big his hands are. “Said I should keep an eye out for new releases for you.”

You swallow, suddenly very aware of how much cooler the library is compared to the sweat-dampened back of your blouse. “Yeah,” you manage. “That’d be… great.”

He grins again, and you’re doomed.

Then he turns to type something into the computer and you watch his fingers tap awkwardly at the keyboard while he mutters under his breath. You watch him struggle for a minute, observing as he becomes more and more irritated by the second and then decide to come to rescue.

"Need some help with that? The system's pretty temperamental." You suggest your assistance. You only know how it works because you helped Mrs. Thompson quite a few times before, when you volunteered for small book events hosted by the library.

His plump lips curve into a relieved smile, revealing his dimples yet again. "Please. I've been fighting with this thing all morning," he admits, and you only just register that his voice is deeper than you expected. You really must be overheated if your brain works this slow.

Your hands accidentally brush as you come around the desk and reach for the mouse, causing you both to pull back slightly. You feel your cheeks heat up immediately. For a moment you feel very self conscious. Somewhere in the back of your mind you briefly note down like a broken record how his broad shoulders and muscular arms are visible even under his simple linen shirt as he shifts to make room for you at the desk. You guide the new librarian through the library's outdated computer system, explaining the quirks of the catalog software while he watches attentively. "You have to double-click, wait exactly three seconds, then click again or it freezes," you explain.

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound warm and rich, and you feel it more than hear it—the vibration of sound so deep it goes straight to your core. Gosh, you’re past salvation. “Three seconds, huh? Who programmed this, a sadist?” His voice is teasing, but there’s genuine frustration underneath, and you can’t help but smirk.

“Probably some underpaid intern in the ‘90s,” you say, clicking through the menus with practiced ease. “Mrs. Thompson used to say the library’s budget went entirely into books, so they never upgraded the tech.”

He leans in slightly, his cedar-and-bergamot scent wrapping around you, and in the corner of your eye you catch the way his brow furrows—not in annoyance now, but focus. You barely turn your head to get a better look at him and immediately regret it (well, not really, it would be a crime to regret observing such a handsome face). His lashes are unfairly long up close, and when he blinks, you swear you see the light sparkle in his brown eyes under the library’s soft lighting.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he murmurs, and his shoulder brushes yours as he shifts again, solid and warm. You can practically feel the heat radiating off him, like he’s been standing in the sun too long, even though you’re fairly certain he’s been locked up in the library for most of the day.

“Just a regular with too much free time,” you reply, trying to ignore the way your pulse jumps when he smiles at you.

“Well, I owe you one,” he says, and there’s something in his tone—playful, but with an edge of sincerity. “Maybe I can buy you a coffee after my shift? As payment for IT support.”

Your fingers pause on the mouse. Oh.

Mrs. Thompson never offered coffee.

You glance up at him, at the hopeful tilt of his lips, the way his glasses slide just slightly down his nose—and you realize, belatedly, that the library might’ve just gotten a lot more interesting.

Just as you open your mouth to respond—yes, no, maybe, oh god—a woman approaches the desk, sliding a book across with an expectant look. Your pulse stutters, and you seize the chance to escape, ducking away from the desk before you can embarrass yourself further.

But the space behind the counter is cramped, and Seungcheol is right there, all broad shoulders and solid warmth. You try to sidestep him, but your hip brushes against his arm, and you feel the muscle there tense slightly under the thin linen. “S-Sorry,” you mumble, face burning, as if your body has suddenly forgotten how to navigate basic spatial awareness.

You retreat to the safety of the stacks, but you don’t leave. Instead, you linger, pretending to browse the fiction section while your brain scrambles for an excuse. I can’t go for coffee. I’m a mess. I smell like office sweat and bus exhaust. My hair is probably frizzing from the humidity. He’s wearing linen and smells like a luxury candle, and I—

“Hey.”

His voice is closer than expected. You turn to find Seungcheol leaning slightly against the shelf, arms crossed, those damn dimples making a reappearance. “You never answered me,” he says, tilting his head. “About the coffee.”

Your grip tightens on the book in your hands—some random thriller you definitely aren’t reading. “I, uh—”

He raises an eyebrow, waiting.

And then, because the universe hates you, the overhead vent kicks on, blasting a gust of air that sends your hair flying directly into your mouth.

Seungcheol laughs—not meanly, but like he’s genuinely delighted. He reaches out, fingers grazing your wrist as he tugs the book from your grip and slides it back onto the shelf. “Look,” he says, softer now, “if you don’t want to, it’s cool. But if you’re hesitating because you think you’re not…” He gestures vaguely at you, then at himself. “...put together enough or whatever? Trust me, I spent my lunch break hiding in the storage closet eating a sad convenience store sandwich. We’re all disasters here in one way or another.”

You stare at him. His glasses slide slightly to the point of his nose and he lifts his chin before pushing them back in place with the middle finger and his thumb.

“So?” He grins. “Coffee?”

You exhale. Maybe disasters can have caffeine together.

“Yeah,” you say. “Okay.”

The minutes stretch as you linger in the library, pretending to browse the shelves while stealing glances at Seungcheol—his broad frame bent over the desk, the way his fingers drum impatiently on the keyboard whenever the system lags, the way his glasses slip down his nose when he squints at the screen. Every time he catches you looking, your face burns, and you quickly duck behind a bookshelf like some flustered teenager with a crush. It’s ridiculous. You’re a grown adult. And yet, there’s something about the way his eyes crinkle when he smirks at you that makes your stomach flip.

By the time his shift ends, the sun has dipped low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink. The evening air is still thick with summer’s stubborn heat, but there’s a faint breeze now, carrying the scent of pavement and distant rain. You step outside together, and Seungcheol stretches his arms overhead with a groan, his linen shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. You look away quickly.

“So,” he says, rolling his shoulders, “where’s this café you promised?”

You lead the way, slipping into the role of local guide with ease. “It’s just a few blocks down. Best iced coffee in the area—though, fair warning, their pastries are hit or miss.”

He laughs, falling into step beside you. “Noted. Though honestly, after dealing with that ancient computer all day, I’d drink gas station coffee if it had caffeine in it.”

The conversation flows effortlessly from there. You learn he moved here just last month for the library job—a career shift after burning out in corporate hell. “Turns out I like books more than spreadsheets,” he admits with a shrug.

You tell him about your own job—just a business office manager of your local hospital—but mostly, you talk about the city. The hidden dumpling spot by the post office. The park where most of the local seasonal markets and festivals take place. The used bookstore where the owner is a very chatty lady who’d buzz your ears away about the three of her cats if you stay long enough.

Seungcheol listens intently, nodding along, his brown eyes bright with interest. “You’re like a walking Yelp review,” he teases, looking amused.

You shove his arm lightly—then immediately regret it when your fingers meet solid muscle. It takes all your self control to not make an explicitly awed face. “Shut up. You asked for recommendations.”

“I did,” he agrees, grinning. “And now I’m asking for more. Starting with why you didn’t just check out that thriller you were holding earlier.”

You freeze. “You saw that?”

“I see a lot of things,” he says, voice dropping just low enough to make your pulse skip. Then, lighter: “Like how you’ve been avoiding looking at me directly since we left. Am I that scary?”

“No,” you mutter. “Just… making sure we don’t go astray.”

Seungcheol gives you this incredulous look, his lips stretching in a way that gives away the titanic attempt not to laugh. You pretend not to notice, yet again.

The café appears ahead, its neon sign buzzing softly in the dusk. All this time you’re acutely aware of how close he’s walking—close enough that his sleeve brushes your arm, close enough to catch his scent again, warm and woodsy.

Maybe, you think, summer isn’t so unbearable after all.

The library becomes your sanctuary, though not for the reasons it once was. No, on second thought, it becomes an addiction.

You tell yourself it’s about the books, new releases, classics you’ve been meaning to read, anything to justify showing up three times a week when you used to visit once, maybe twice. But the truth is embarrassingly obvious: you’re there for him. For the way Seungcheol’s forearms flex when he reshelves heavy hardcovers. For the way his voice drops to a murmur when the library is quiet, like he’s sharing a secret just with you. For the way his plush lips quirk when you say something witty, like he’s savoring the taste of your words.

It’s pathetic. You’ve never read so much in your life no matter how much you love a good book.

Every interaction is a carefully orchestrated dance. You linger at the desk under the pretense of asking about new arrivals, leaning just a little too close under the guise of peering at his computer screen. His scent that you already memorised by heart somehow—cedar and bergamot, warm and expensive—wraps around you, and you have to clench your thighs together real tight to stop the ache.

“Another thriller?” he asks one afternoon, raising an eyebrow as you slide a well-worn copy of The Silent Patient across the counter. His fingers brush yours when he takes it, deliberate. “You’re burning through these. Should I be worried?”

Your lips stretch in a half-smile. “About what?”

“That you’re researching how to get away with murder.” His eyes flick up, dark and amused. “Or that you’re just trying to impress me.”

The accusation hits too close to home. You are trying to impress him—not with your reading habits, but with the way your nails tap against the desk, the way your skirt rides up when you cross one leg over the other. You want him to look. You want him to want.

“Please,” you scoff, tilting your chin. “I’d never murder someone in a way that could be traced back to a library book.”

Seungcheol laughs and the sound of it coils in your stomach. “Good to know.” He leans in, voice dropping. “But if you were going to kill me… I’d hope you’d at least take me to dinner first.”

Your breath catches.

It’s like this every time now—words laced with something hotter, heavier. A game where neither of you really knows the rules but both refuse to lose.

It’s Tuesday evening. The air in your apartment is thick and suffocating, heavy with humidity you can almost taste when you breathe in. The ancient AC unit in your window groans pathetically, barely pushing out a lukewarm breeze. You kick off your work shoes, peel your damp blouse from your back, and collapse onto the bed with a groan.

You'd gone to the library again today. Again.

It's becoming a problem.

You'd told yourself you were just returning The Silent Patient and picking up something new—maybe that new romantasy novel everyone's talking about. But the moment you'd stepped inside, the cool air brushing your flushed skin, your eyes had gone straight to the checkout desk. To him.

Seungcheol had been bent over a stack of returned books, his linen shirt stretched taut across his shoulders. When he'd looked up and seen you, his lips had curled into that slow, knowing smile, the one that made your stomach flip.

"Back so soon?" he'd teased, voice low. "Miss me already?"

You'd rolled your eyes, playing it cool, but your pulse had been racing. You'd felt his gaze on you as you'd browsed the shelves—heavy, lingering. Like he was imagining the same things you were.

Now, lying on your bed in just your bra and panties, you can't stop thinking about it.

About him.

You're aching.

With a frustrated sigh, you reach into your nightstand drawer and pull out your vibrator—a sleek, purple thing you've had for years. It's not enough. Not today. You grab the dildo too, the one that's thick and curved just right.

You're already wet, your panties sticking to your skin. You slide them off with a whimper, spreading your legs. The vibrator buzzes to life in your hand, and you press it to your clit with a gasp.

Fuck.

You close your eyes, and instantly, Seungcheol is there. You imagine his big hands sliding up your thighs, pushing them apart. His deep voice murmuring in your ear. "You've been driving me crazy, coming in here all the time. You want me to see you, don't you?"

You moan, circling your clit faster with the toy.

In your mind, he's above you, his body thick and solid, pinning you down in this heat and adding to it with his own body. You wouldn’t mind, in fact the imagery of it makes you wetter. You imagine his lips on your neck, sucking marks into your skin as his fingers slide inside you. "So fucking wet for me," he growls. "Knew you would be."

You whimper, arching off the bed. The vibrator isn't enough—you need more. You reach for the dildo, slicking it with the arousal dripping down your thighs and then quickly grabbing the lube from your nightstand too. You slick up the thing just to be sure. And then guide the silicone cock to your pussy lips.

You imagine it's Seungcheol.

His cock, thick and heavy, pushing into you.

The stretch burns so good, and you moan, fucking yourself onto the toy. "Seungcheol—"

Your hips jerk, chasing the feeling. You picture him above you, his muscles flexing as he fucks into you, his glasses slipping down his nose. "Look at you," he rasps. "Taking me so well. Knew you'd be perfect."

The vibrator buzzes against your clit, and you're close, so close—

Until you hear your phone buzz on the nightstand. It throws you off a little and yet you ignore it, chasing your release. But it buzzes again. And again. With a frustrated groan, you abandon the dildo to grab it—and freeze. It's a text. From him.

Seungcheol: Missed you at the library today.

Your breath catches. You'd just been there. Was he… was he messing with you? Before you can overthink it (not that you can think much in your current horny state), another text comes through.

Seungcheol: Were you in a hurry? Your book is glaring at me from the desk.

A photo follows—a blurry shot of the checkout desk, your book still sitting there. Your heart pounds. Is he... flirting? Teasing? Torturing you?

You bite your lip, then struggle to type back with one hand:

You: Oops. Guess I'll have to come back tomorrow.

The response is immediate.

Seungcheol: Can't wait.

You whimper.

The vibrator is still buzzing against your clit, temporarily forgotten in your hand. You're so close, but now your mind is racing with all these questions you aren’t sure you want answers to. Did he know? Was he imagining you like this, spread out and desperate? No, there’s no way he would know, is there?

You unconsciously press the vibrator harder and snivel as your hips jerk once at the harder contact.

Another text. You groan in exasperation, muttering under your breath something about one particularly unfairly hot man distracting you from imagining him do very unholy things to you.

Seungcheol: What are you doing right now?

You nearly drop your phone, cussing quietly, startled. He can’t be seriously making small talk right now. If only he saw what state you’re currently in. Panting, thighs shaking, hair sticking to your forehead from sweat. You feel your frustration grow as type back with trembling fingers:

You: Nothing interesting.

The reply comes seconds later.

Seungcheol: Sure.

You let out a breathless sigh at the smug face emoji he sends afterwards. The thought of him possibly knowing what exactly you’re doing right now send you into overdrive, a series of high-pitched whimpers fills the room the moment your orgasm hits you, crashing over you so hard you choke on your voice and drop your phone somewhere to the side of your bed. Your back arches, your inner muscles clamping around the dildo as you begin to thrust it brutally again just to ride it through your climax, your mind filled with him: his hands, his mouth, his cock.

When you come down, boneless and even sweatier than before, your phone buzzes one last time. You take your time before you reach for it, pulling the dildo out and turning off the vibrator. You know that you need to control yourself otherwise this little indulgence can go on forever. With a heavy sigh, you grab your phone and unlock it once again, staring at the message that he sent you.

Seungcheol: Sweet dreams then ;)

You groan, throwing an arm over your face as the realisation of what you just did dawns on you. You're fucked.

One evening a couple of weeks later, you’re the last patron in the library, pretending to browse the poetry section while he closes up. The fluorescents hum overhead, casting long shadows between the shelves. You hear his footsteps before you see him—confident, unhurried.

“Find anything good?” he asks, suddenly too close.

You turn, and there he is: sleeves rolled up to reveal thick forearms, his collar slightly undone. His glasses catch the light, hiding his eyes, but you don’t need to see them to know they’re hungry.

“Depends,” you say, holding up a dog-eared copy of Love in the Time of Cholera. “Do you think unrequited love is romantic or just tragic?”

Seungcheol comes closer and plucks the book from your hands, his fingers lingering. “I think,” he murmurs, “if two people want each other, they shouldn’t waste time pretending otherwise.”

The air between you crackles. Seungcheol steps forward, you freeze. Not in fear, rather, in delighted anticipation. You can feel your pussy throbbing just from looking at him move, from him gradually backing you up against the bookshelves. You could kiss him. You should kiss him.

Instead, you sidestep—but Seungcheol doesn't let you retreat. His hand snaps out, fingers wrapping around your wrist, pulling you flush against him. The book in his grasp hits the carpet with a muffled thud, abruptly forgotten.

"Pretending gets old," he murmurs, voice rough. His free hand slides up your thigh, bunching the fabric of your skirt. "Don't you think?"

Your breath hitches. "We're in a library."

His grin is all teeth. "And you're overdue."

Then he's backing you into the nearest shelf, the wood creaking under the impact of your weight. His mouth crashes onto yours, hot and demanding, tongue sliding against your lip until you gasp. He swallows the sound, one broad palm cradling your jaw, the other hiking your leg around his hip. You can feel him already—the thick, insistent press of his cock against your stomach, even through his jeans.

"Fuck," you whimper, arching into him.

Seungcheol nips at your lower lip, then pulls back just enough to watch you unravel. "You've been driving me insane," he growls. "Flirting over book returns. Smirking at me like you know exactly what I want to do to you." His thumb brushes your bottom lip. "Guess what? You were right."

Then he's sinking to his knees.

The sight of him—broad shoulders, those thick thighs straining his pants, his big hands sliding up your bare legs—makes your cunt throb. He hooks his fingers into your panties and yanks them down, letting them pool around your ankles. Seungcheol pushes his glasses up to sit on top of his head and his breath ghosts over your damp skin, and you shudder.

"Look at you," he murmurs, dragging a single finger through your slick. "All this for me?"

You nod, desperate.

Seungcheol's eyes darken. "Then hold still."

His mouth is on you before you can brace yourself—hot, wet, relentless. His tongue laps at you in broad strokes, then flicks your clit just hard enough to make your knees buckle. You grab the shelf behind you, knuckles white, as he eats you out like a man starved. Every suck, every swirl, has you biting back whimpers, your hips jerking against his face.

"Cheol—fuck—"

He groans against you, the vibration making you clench around nothing. Then, without warning, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just so. Your vision whites out.

"Quiet," he orders, mouth still working you. "Or I stop."

You choke back a moan.

He doesn't stop, continuing to lick and suckle, nosing you and alternating between long licks of tongue pressed flat and quick kitten licks, assaulting your clit.

When you're trembling on the edge, he pulls away, leaving you gasping. His lips glisten with you. He stands, towering over you, and unbuckles his belt with deliberate slowness. His cock springs free and he strokes it—thick, tip already flushed from strain, already leaking precum. Then his free hand slides to the back of your neck, gripping gently and pressing down, guiding. You sink to your knees.

“Good girl,” He praises and taps his cock against your cheek, smearing precum over your skin. The scent of him fills your senses and you mewl quietly, chasing his shaft to smudge an open-mouthed kiss against the girth.

"Open," he rasps.

You do.

He feeds his cock into your mouth, groaning as your lips stretch around him. "God, yes— just like that." His hands cradle your face, guiding you, but not forcing. "Take it. You can."

You hollow your cheeks, sucking as he rocks shallowly into your throat. He's everywhere—the salt of him, the musk, the way his hips stutter when you hum and the sound vibrates through his length. His grip tightens in your hair, just shy of painful.

"Fuck, your mouth," he grits out. "Should've done this weeks ago."

You whimper around him, and he pulls back, letting you gasp for air. His thumb swipes over your spit-slick lips before he helps you up to your feet yet again. You sway a little and his arms wrap around your waist, stabilising. “You alright?” He hums, leaning down to kiss along your jawline and you nod. “Good.”

"Turn around," he commands, already guiding you to do just that before your balance fully returns.

You obey, attempting to carefully step free of your underwear as he spins you, but your heel catches in the fabric and you still stumble trying to shake it off while bracing your hands against the shelf. The ancient thing shudders upon impact but holds as you grip the edge, knuckles white. Behind you, Seungcheol huffs a chuckle at your clumsiness and kneads your ass, then spreads you open. His breath hitches.

"Christ," he mutters. "Look at you."

Then he's pushing into you in one smooth thrust, stretching you, filling you. You cry out, and his hand clamps over your mouth.

"Shh," he murmurs against your ear, hips flush against your ass. "You'll get us caught."

He starts slow, rolling his hips in deep, grinding circles that have you seeing stars. Every drag of his cock lights you up inside, the stretch bordering on too much. You're so wet it's obscene, the sound of him fucking you filthy in the quiet library. It’s the wet squelching of your juices and skin slapping against skin. You don’t even think you moaning would make a difference. Anyone who hears these sounds will be able to tell what exactly is going on.

"Feel good?" he teases, nipping your shoulder. "Bet you've thought about this. Bet you've touched yourself thinking about it."

You nod, shameless. Because it’s exactly what you did. On multiple occasions.

Seungcheol groans, snapping his hips harder. "Knew it. Knew you were desperate for it." His hand slides from your mouth to your throat, tilting your head back. "Come on, then. Let me feel you."

You shatter with a barely restrained whimper. Your orgasm crashes through you, clenching around him so tight he curses, his rhythm faltering. But he doesn't stop—he fucks you through it, his grip on your hip bruising, his breath ragged in your ear.

"One more," he demands. "Give me one more."

You're oversensitive, wrung out, but his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles, and you're gone again, your back arching as you sob his name.

Seungcheol growls, slamming into you one last time before he spills deep, his cock pulsing inside you. He keeps you pinned there, both of you trembling, as he rides out his high.

For a moment, the only sound that fills the space between you is your ragged breathing. Then he pulls out, turning you to face him. He swipes his index and middle fingers through the mess between your thighs, then brings it to your lips.

"Taste," he murmurs.

Your face flushes deeper red but you do as you’re told, your inner walls clamping down on nothing. But you can’t help it, the filth of the moment only turns you on more.

His eyes burn as he watches you suck his fingers clean. "We're definitely doing that again."

You lick your lips and laugh breathlessly, boneless against him, pushing the skirt back in place with your weak trembling hands, thinking this was it. "What about the coffee date sequel?"

Seungcheol nips your earlobe. "Oh, we'll get to that." He pushes your skirt up again, then smirks when your eyes widen with belated realisation that he’s not done with you. "After round two."

The library's lights flicker overhead.

Somewhere, the sweet Mrs. Thompson is rolling in her retirement home unsuspecting of what her charming successor is doing to you in the sanctuary of books she spent most of her life working at.

And you're definitely getting banned.

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