Synopsis: When you find yourself single after two years, your friends tell you the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. You decide to take that advice, but will it just be that?
Warnings: mdni, 18+, f! reader, reader's ex cheated, verkwan, bff! Seungkwan, some humor, riding, sweetheart! DK, smut, mentions of multiple orgasms (f. rec), jock! Mingyu, oral (both m & f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, dumbification (squint you'll find it), Seungcheol big, loser!Cheol (brief mention), neighbor! Seungcheol, harbored feelings (Cheol), condoms for everyone, fingering, toys, masturbation (f. attempted), toy play, the walls are thin, squirting, size difference, Jun mentioned! etc
Genre: Smut, mdni. 18+
Pairings: DK x reader, Mingyu x reader, and Seungcheol x reader (all separate)
WC: 7.1K+
[requested] - heh unedited, oops
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
This was supposed to be a stupid rebound to get over your ex.
Your friends had said this was the way to get over someone who didn't deserve to be with you anyway, and it was honestly a blessing in disguise to see that text pop up on his phone. A simple, "can't wait to see you tonight xoxo." That was all it took for you to realize you had wasted two years with a man who wouldn't even eat you out.
Pathetic. Him, and you for staying for so long when you knew your heart wasn't in it. You don't even know why you really stayed; maybe just the familiar comfort of knowing he was there, that you settled for thinking that this was all you could have.
You felt nothing when your ex tried to plead with you that "it was not what it looks like!" as you pointed at your front door. You simply rolled your eyes at his pout and threatened to throw all of his belongings out on the street if he didn't go. You really didn't play around, and when you threw the first box of stuff out, he chased after it as you slammed the door behind him, locking it right after.
That was three weeks ago.
Three weeks of friends telling you, "You deserve better" and "To get over him, you need to get under someone else." But you never really thought you were a one-night stand type of person.
"No, you don't get it. One-night stands are the best!" Seungkwan declares while adding too much sugar to his iced americano. Your eyes flicker to his boyfriend, who's sitting next to him, and Vernon doesn't even bat an eye while his arm stays wrapped securely around Boo's waist. "No attachments, no mess or awkward small talk. You get what you're after, they get to nut, and then they lock the door on their way out to whatever Uber or taxi that waits to take them home. You probably don't even need to remember their first name!"
At that, your eyebrows raise even higher, and the incredulous snort you let out makes your eyes roll sarcastically. "Why does this feel like you're about to become my pimp?"
Seungkwan's eyes sparkle as his cheeks tint with color, and you're realizing every quickly that your friend was insane.
The first person Seungkwan pushes to you is someone from his marketing class. Dokyeom, or DK for short, is a ray of sunshine and flowers. Seungkwan tells you this would be considered you "dipping your toes in the water to feel the temperature before diving in", and you're briefly wondering if he's determined to make you a whore as he flips his phone to you so you can see a picture of DK that he sneakily took last week.
He ignores your narrowed eyes with a little wave of his hands. "Everyone deserves a 'ho phase.' Now be nice, DK's my partner until the end of the quarter, and he's actually a sweetheart."
Seungkwan is annoyingly right about DK. He's a sweetheart by default who arrives at your apartment door right at 7 pm on the dot. He's got a beautiful smile and a nervous shake in his hands when he hands you a bouquet with a little, "This is for you." He's the perfect gentleman who opens every door for you as you two go on a date at this cute ice cream shop, and he actually asks you questions about yourself and listens. You're not nervous the entire time you spend with him, and you're pretty sure that's why you do what Seungkwan says and "dip your toes in the water." Your best friend is insane.
When DK walks you back to your apartment door, you don't allow yourself to hesitate when asking him if he would like to join you for a nightcap. Your hand grabs his while leading him inside your apartment, and it's you who ends up making the first move to kiss.
You don't know when you last kissed someone who wasn't your ex, and the feeling is foreign but refreshing. Dokyeom's hands settle on your hips, and your lips deepen the kiss until you hear a little hitch in his breath. The sound alone builds a soft heat in your lower stomach, and you realize belatedly that you would like to hear it again.
Your ex was quiet, boring, and vanilla when it came to sex. There was hardly any foreplay unless it was you giving him head, and it was like it was a chore that ended once he got to nut - so when you feel Dokyeom shiver as your fingers twist in his hair, you're feeling pleasantly warm all over. This, this is what you were missing.
Both of you barely separate from the kiss as you two stumble backwards to your living room, and you're already eagerly pawing at his clothes while your tongue licks over his, determined to hear what other noises he can make for you. You can barely register that the noises were words that he was saying until you're chasing after his lips when he pulls back a little to catch his breath. "Are you sure?"
Fuck, Dokyeom is such a sweetheart, and you're only able to nod in response before pushing him back onto your couch as you straddle his lap shortly after. "Yeah, m'sure." You murmur, and your lips find his again while his hardening cock presses up against your panty-covered pussy just right.
You take your time just to kiss him while rolling your hips forward, rocking against his hard cock, until your mind is dizzy and Dokyeom's eyes are swirling with need. It doesn't take long before he's helping you shove his jeans down low enough to free his aching cock, and only then do you sit back to take a moment.
Dokyeom looks so pretty with disheveled hair, glossy eyes, and kiss-bitten lips. His cock is long and flushed at the tip, and even though it doesn't have a lot of girth, your cunt still drools at the prospect of it filling you in a few minutes.
"Do you have-" Your hand is reaching for his cock before you can finish your sentence, and when your fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking him from the base to the tip, Dokyeom lets out a small hiccuped whine from the back of his throat. His head lolls back, and his hooded eyes stare up at you dizzily before he understands what you're asking.
"Oh! Yeah, let me uh," he's fumbling to reach into his front pocket, his cheeks flushed as he pulls his wallet out and slips out a shiny foil wrapper. He opens it with ease, taking the condom out just as you swipe your thumb over his tip, and the action nearly makes him drop the rubber. When he finally rolls it down his length with a sheepish smile, your pussy throbs with anticipation.
With one hand, Dokyeom holds your waist as his other hand guides his cock to your entrance; his eyebrows are pinched in concentration as you pull your panties to the side, and when you lower yourself until the tip of his cock breaches past your first set of gummy rings, you think: finally.
The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and even though technically Dokyeom's actually the one under you, you feel like this is your first step in moving forward. Your gummy walls pulsate, sucking Dokyeom's cock deeper inside, and you watch with fascination as his jaw drops in pleasure. The moment your ass meets his thighs, and the tip of his cock kisses the back of your cunt in greeting, you're realizing just how lame your ex was. You don't even give Dokyeom a chance to grab your waist to anchor himself before you're leaning up on your knees and then sliding back down on his cock with a breathy moan.
Your hands rest on his chest, pushing him further back onto your couch, and you take over control, setting a pace that makes you squeeze around his shaft each time you take him to the hilt. At this point, if you're being honest, you're taking what you want and riding Dokyeom with a mean swirl to your hips, chasing after something you don't know. The feelings you had ignored in favor of saying "you're fine" and "didn't care that you wasted two years on someone" come to the surface, ugly and gnawing at your chest, and you use the negative emotions to bounce faster, your eyes closing to fight back the heat behind your eyelids.
You don't want to think about it; you don't want to think.
Instead, you focus on the way Dokyeom's groaning underneath you, the way his thighs flex under your ass, and the way his fingers dig into your waist to help your movements. Your thighs burn with exertion, but your pace never falters because you can feel him twitching inside you, and you know he's close, and it makes you double your efforts.
You figure the moment he cums, you can give him a sweet kiss in thanks, send him on his way, and finish yourself off alone with your vibrator. That's usually how you had to do it with your ex, and so old habits die hard for you as you swirl your hips, nudging Dokyeom closer to the edge with needy moans and praise.
But what you forget is that Dokyeom's not your ex. That this is a new era for you, and that moment comes to you when Dokyeom moves one of his hands off your waist to press his thumb to your sensitive clit.
Your eyes fly open and catch his with surprise as he gives you a fucked-out smile in response. He presses more firmly into your bundle of nerves as your hips stutter, and when he starts stroking the puffy nub at a fast pace, you choke on your cry as your knees tighten around his hips. "That's it, cum for me. Wanna feel you fall apart."
You never thought hearing those words would trigger you, but it does, and it should be embarrassing that you're shocked when you cum just like he asks. You don't have time to warn him as your hips buck wildly, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he takes over for you. He never lets up, bouncing you on his lap as he rubs your clit. He makes you tremble, fucking you through your high, before he finds his orgasm once you slump into him.
He keeps you seated on his lap, holding you close while his balls twitch against your ass. He spills into the condom with a low groan, and you're kissing him again sloppily. You kiss him in thanks, still in shock as something cracks open in your chest. And Seungkwan is again, annoyingly right, because not even an hour later, you feel a little lighter, a little happier as you wave goodbye to DK. You don't feel guilty as you watch him hop into his taxi to go home, and you're already excited to be in your single era as you crawl into bed satisfied, ready to take back the light you didn't know was dimmed until now.
You don't tell Seungkwan he's right about rebounds. You also don't tell him you saved Dokyeom's number in your phone in case of emergencies. You know one-night stands are usually just for one night, but you've also never orgasmed on a cock that wasn't a dildo, so you figure if desperate times come, at least you had someone to ring for a booty call.
"You're really not going to tell me anything?" Seungkwan scoffs as you sit cross-legged on the floor of his apartment. You're eyeing the seven letters in front of you, ignoring Seungkwan's pout as you try to think of the next word you want to spell out on the Scrabble board sitting on the coffee table.
You, him, and Vernon are in the first round of Scrabble, and you're currently winning. "You're just trying to distract me; it's not my fault you're in last place."
Boo pouts again and looks to his boyfriend for comfort, but Vernon nods in agreement with you, making Seungkwan grumble, sulking. "I tried asking DK, but he wouldn't say anything. Something about not kissing and telling." Seungkwan's eyes narrow on you, assessing as you put down letters to spell joker, and Vernon dutifully writes on a notepad how many points you tallied from it. "So, I know you at least kissed him, but how am I supposed to be a good friend if you don't give me anything to go off of?"
Vernon adds to a word already on the board, and suddenly flap turned into flapjack.
Seungkwan lets out an exasperated sigh and throws down his letter carelessly - he knows he's going to lose against you or his boyfriend, so he uses the 'k' vertically to spell kite. "Can you at least tell me you're still open to jump back into the dating pool?"
At this, you look at Seungkwan and nod your head. It's a simple confirmation, but it gets your friend from slumping forward to sitting up straight again. He claps his hands in triumph, already having ten different people flash across his mind before Vernon speaks up.
"I know a guy, really great, if you're interested."
He doesn't say it needs to be a hookup, just if you want a nice date; he knows a guy, and again, you wonder if your friends think you have no game.
The guy Vernon knows happens to be one of the most popular guys on campus.
Mingyu was the golden boy; he got along with everyone, students, staff- he was a sweetheart. He volunteered in his free time, was top ten in his classes, and was part of the rugby team. In all purposes and tenses, he was perfect.
He was also a walking contradiction.
Mingyu was a big man, buff with muscles, lethal with charming looks, and flinching with a sheepish grin as he dropped the spoon he was holding accidentally into your kitchen sink. If anyone told you that Mingyu would be in your kitchen on a Friday night, wearing your pink apron, and making you cupcakes, you would have laughed in their face - but here you were.
You sat on the barstool at the kitchen counter, watching with a raised eyebrow as Mingyu used your kitchen like he'd been here for years. You had figured when he texted you earlier in the week asking you out, he'd take you to a frat party or invite you to a game, but you were pleasantly surprised that he'd kept it so intimate.
"Are you sure I can't help?" You asked, and Mingyu flashed you a smile, shaking his head.
"No, they're almost done. About fifteen minutes to cool, and then we need to add frosting." You watch as Mingyu takes off the pink apron, hanging it up where he found it before he pulls you closer to him by your chair. The action makes your head a little foggy, and you blink up at Mingyu to clear your thoughts as he leans his hip against the counter. "Did I tell you you're beautiful?" He pairs the compliment with a brush of his hand over your thigh, and you can't help but wonder when the last time you heard a compliment like that was. It feels good, and you can feel your fingers tighten on the armrest of your chair.
"Mm, and does that line work on everyone you try it on?" You tease. You're happy when Mingyu gives you a playful smile, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't move his hand off your thigh, warming it with a stroke of his fingers instead.
"You tell me." Those three little words make you remember the fun of flirting, and you wonder what Vernon told Mingyu about you - if Mingyu knows there are no expectations, that you're figuring everything out on a whim.
Speaking of a whim - your eyes flicker down to Mingyu's lips; you think about your ex, about DK, and then you're thinking fuck it, and you pull Mingyu in by his shirt. When Mingyu's lips crash into yours, he doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip, coaxing you to melt into him with a low groan.
The cupcakes are completely forgotten the moment Mingyu lifts you with ease, and you're moaning at the strength he has to pick you up like it's nothing. He sets you on top of your kitchen counter, taking his place between your legs, and works a trail of kisses down your neck just as he pulls your ass onto the edge of the countertop so you can feel his cock straining in his jeans for you.
The feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against you has you gasping with flushed cheeks, and you don't think you could get more turned on until he's sinking onto his knees. The big 6"2 man dares to flip your skirt up, his mouth panting over your soaked panties like you were actually the dessert for tonight, and you can't help but open your legs a little wider to give him better access. You need this, and before you can give yourself a chance to overthink it, you help Mingyu slide your panties down your legs, exposing your weeping cunt to him.
Mingyu groans like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and your legs shake a little as he places a kiss on your inner knee. He uses his large hands to hook your legs over his shoulders, and before he can get any closer, your nerves win over, and you stutter out a "you don't have to-" before you can stop yourself.
Fuck your ex. You cringe as the words settle over you both, and you catch Mingyu blink in confusion for a moment while his mouth is mere inches from where you want it most. Barely a minute passes before Mingyu lets out a soft laugh, his smile dazzling as he looks up at you. The tiled floor of your kitchen bites into his knees, but his grip on your thighs only gets tighter as he gives you a look. "Baby, I've wanted to since the minute Vernon gave me your number."
That's all the warning he gives you before his tongue laps up your sodden slit, gathering all your sweet slick on his taste buds and making both you and him moan in unison. You had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten out, and Mingyu drinks you like you're water, like he can't get enough, and you're left scrambling to hold onto anything you can as he shakes his head between your thighs, trying to reach deeper.
One of your hands clutches onto the back of his head, and the other holds onto the countertop as your mouth falls open. You can feel every suck, slurp, and lick of his tongue, and your eyes roll back when his nose drags over your clit at the same time.
Unabashedly, he pulls every moan out of you like you don't have a volume control, and it's dirty how it mixes with the obscenely wet noises his mouth makes when making out with your cunt. You don't get time to feel bad for your neighbors, the poor thin walls of your apartment doing absolutely nothing to muffle your noises, before you're bucking your hips and crying out as you orgasm.
Mingyu is amazing at letting you ride it out, letting you hold his head still as you roll your hips until you're sensitive to the touch, and then you're hazily kissing him back when he stands back up with a satisfied grin. You can taste yourself on his lips, and your cunt throbs blissfully as he pulls back to lick the rest of your slick that stains the lower half of his face with a hum.
He forces you to relax and catch your breath as he goes back to frosting the cupcakes like he didn't just make your legs feel like jello, and once they're finished, he doesn't stop you from returning the favor. He leans back against the counter while you pull his cock from his boxers. His jeans pool at his ankles, and your mouth swallows his cock until his lungs shake to breathe properly.
You suck, bobbing your head, taking him deeper, enjoying the way his thighs tremble under your hands while your tongue massages the veins on the underside of his shaft.
When he cums, you swallow it all, relishing the ache in your jaw as you both pant to catch your breath.
Mingyu leaves your apartment with a quick peck on your lips, and at least four cupcakes in a to-go box. It's honestly weird how easy it all is for you, watching Mingyu slip into a taxi as you wet your lips with your tongue. You're so lost in your thoughts you barely hear the door to your left opening up before your eyes lock onto warm brown ones.
Seungcheol's hair is wet like he just got out of the shower, and his cheeks darken almost immediately when you catch him stepping out of his apartment. You barely get a glimpse of the anime posters hung up on his living room wall before you tilt your head to look at him again.
Seungcheol has been your neighbor a little longer than you've dated your ex, and the moment you saw him, you knew he was a nerd; he wore anime t-shirts like they were going out of style, had a weekly DND game with a few of his friends at his apartment every Thursday night, and the whole time you knew him, not once did you ever see a girl go into his apartment. You were pretty sure his routine consisted of going to the gym and going to classes, and that was it. So seeing him in the hallway genuinely made you freeze.
A moment of silence lingered awkwardly, and passively you noted he looked good in those grey sweatpants before you gave him a friendly smile in greeting. "Would you like a cupcake?"
After Mingyu, your life gets a little busy. You pick up extra shifts at work, focus on your classes, and ignore Seungkwan's text about some guy named Jun. You try to keep yourself occupied, taking a moment to figure out how to be alone and remember what makes you happy as the semester comes to an end.
You see Seungcheol a lot more than you did before. Usually it's in passing, him heading out as you come home from work or when he picks up his mail and rides an elevator with you as you bring home groceries for yourself.
You learn he's just as nerdy as you thought he was. It seems Seungcheol can't help but blurt random facts at you when you find yourself alone with him. His special expertise is anything, really. He tells you about the migration of some sharks randomly when you step onto the elevator with him for the first time. He blurts it like he can't contain the information any longer, and you find it cute the way his ears burn red all the way down his neck.
You find out Seungcheol is studying mechanical engineering, and that his eyes light up when you ask him to tell you more about it. You won't admit that your eyes glaze over a little bit when he gets too technical, but you still really enjoy the way he speaks so passionately about it. You honestly find him really attractive for it, and maybe that's why when you come home late on Saturday night, you find yourself digging out your trusted and favorited dildo to let out some steam.
You don't even mean to think about your neighbor like that. You were just so exhausted and pent-up, and you didn't want to reach out to DK or Mingyu or whoever else Seungkwan was determined to pimp you out to; you just wanted to cum.
So that's what you tried to do. You took in slow breaths, closing your eyes and focusing on the hum of your vibrator as you slowly slid it down your stomach.
But your mind wouldn't shut off, bouncing between the last few classes you had before break started and the fact that your boss asked if you would come in early Wednesday. Not surprisingly, this doesn't make you relax, and your body fidgets as you dip the head of the vibrating dildo between your folds, teasing your clit for stimulation.
Your thighs shake from the stimulus, and you let out a sigh as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Your mind flashes to a smut scene you had read in a book the other day, and your legs spread open a little wider. Your mind flashes to DK, and a smile curves on your lips before moving on to Mingyu, imagining his head between your thighs. You can feel your stomach getting warmer at the thought, and the imaginary knot in your tummy twists as you swirl your dildo lower, collecting your arousal on the toy before rubbing it back up to your clit.
Your breaths grow deeper, and your head tilts back as the vibrating noises resonate through your bedroom. Your moans come out somewhat quieter, mixing in with the wet, slick noises of your pussy, and suddenly you're imagining deep brown eyes. A dimple smile of your neighbor appears in your head, and you imagine how he'd smile over you as he settles between your open thighs.
Your gasp comes out sharper at that, and you press your toy firmer against your bundle of nerves, his name falling from your lips louder than expected.
You think about how Seungcheol's blush probably spreads down to his chest when he's worked up, how he'd look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky yourself, and your pussy weeps for him. You wonder if you'd had to guide him to what makes you feel good, if he'd stutter from his lack of experience, and when you're just about to reach your climax, your ex's face flashes across your mind and your orgasm is gone within the second.
You groan in frustration, squeezing your legs together, and you truly contemplate buying an Etsy witch online to place a curse because this is unfair.
In anger, you swiftly turned the toy off, tossing it to the side where it stayed at the foot of your bed as you let out another groan. Fuck me.
And then the doorbell rang.
"I can't catch a break," you huffed and hastily tied a robe around yourself. You were naked underneath, and you didn't think as you stomped your way to your front door. "Yeah?" You asked, swinging the door open enough to reveal the same warm brown eyes that had you slicked between your thighs not too long ago.
Seungcheol stood before you as he did back when Mingyu left your place weeks ago. He was freshly showered, with water droplets slowly falling from the ends of his hair; they rolled down his neck and momentarily distracted you from the way he was looking at you, and you belatedly realized that your house robe hardly covered you.
Your robe falls just above your upper thighs, barely covering your ass, and if you leaned forward, you'd be giving him enough material for his spank bank to last him a good while. Fuck, you hope he can't smell the fact you almost used him to cum a few minutes ago. You shook the thought away and plastered a friendly, neighborly smile on your face as you greeted him. "Oh, is there something you need?"
You watched a little flush appear on his cheeks, his gaze flitting down your body, lingering on your cleavage before meeting your eyes again. "I was, uh," Seungcheol's brain lags for a second, and you're able to see his pupils dilate as whatever he came over to tell you is quickly shoved away in favor of boldly stepping inside your apartment. Seungcheol's frame fills your doorway almost completely, and you're acutely aware of how his fingers twitch at his sides as he speaks up again. "The walls are thin."
What? Your brain struggles to process what it means before Seungcheol takes another step inside, but this time he makes sure the door shuts behind him, leaving you alone in the apartment with him. "I'm sorry?" Your voice comes out a little breathless, like the room knew something was going to happen, and your eyes flicker down to his plump lips distractedly.
Seungcheol's smile comes out a little amused, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he nods his head quietly. He takes another step, this time eliminating a lot of space between you two, and the heat that radiates from him warms you all the way down to your toes. "Yeah, did you know that?" He asks, and you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. "The walls are thin here, and that means I can hear you. Did you know we share a bedroom wall?"
Your stomach flutters when you realize what he's implying, and your cheeks burn with the answer. "Oh-"
Seungcheol's head tilts, and his smile shows the dimple you'd been missing as he hums. "I've had to listen to your ex leave you unsatisfied for two years. Then you had me listen to that first rebound; you didn't even leave your bedroom, just stayed right there in the living room." Your heart squeezes when he clicks his tongue with a scoff, shaking his head like he was scolding you. He had heard everything, and your thighs squeeze together for relief. "Then you were with that other guy, fuck the way you cried out; I had to take a shower with your pretty cries swirling in my head."
Oh, you're wet, dripping down your thighs as you listen to him, and your mind reels with the image of him in the shower, fucking his hand to the thought of you. You wonder if, when you had caught him outside as you watched Mingyu leave, he had gone outside on purpose to see you. The thought turns you on, and your breath hitches when his hands pull you in by the waist while his head lowers.
His lips ghost over yours, teasing you, and your eyelashes flutter as he murmurs, "When's it going to be my turn, hmm?"
That's all you need to hear before you're crashing your lips against his. You had thought Seungcheol would be shy, lacking in experience, but the way he lifted you, kissing you like it was his last, proved otherwise.
He doesn't need to pull away from the kiss to lead you into your bedroom; your layout is the mirrored version of his, and before you can process what was happening, he was already tossing you onto your bed. Your robe falls open from the movement, and Seungcheol gets the pretty view of you completely naked underneath him as he climbs onto the bed after you. "My final straw was when you cried out my name ten minutes ago." He hums, and his hands slide up your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him to settle between them. "If you're going to say my name, Baby, I want a front row view. Better yet, let me do all the work."
He gives you another dazzling smile and a wink before he's kissing you again. He takes charge, coaxing your mouth open so he can explore with his tongue while his hands map out every curve of your body, and it's overwhelming in the best way. Your body reacts to his naturally, and your back arches as his hands squeeze your breasts earnestly, pinching your nipples with enough pressure to make your hips buck up into his.
"You're so sensitive, aren't ya-" His lips skim down your neck, trailing lower until his lips suck one of your nipples into his warm mouth, and it makes your pussy weep in delight. You feel his tongue swirl, wetting your breast with his saliva as he moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment as one of his hands slides down to grab under your knee. He lifts it to give him more room to move, and his hips roll to grind his hard cock against your cunt, creating a delicious friction between the fabric of his sweats and your puffy clit. "I've waited for this for so long - mmph - wanted you since you moved in."
Your gasps become more frequent as he talks, scrambling your thoughts, and then his teeth bite into the swell of your breast hard enough to leave a mark, and your cunt squeezes around nothing pathetically. "Cheol! Oh fuck," your jaw drops, and Seungcheol's diligently making a path down your body, keeping your legs open with his broad shoulders.
You briefly wonder why it took you this long to see Seungcheol was right in front of you. You had always had a liking towards him, and you can't help but think of all the time you wasted. How you got it all wrong, about your ex, about what you deserve, about what was right in front of you. Your heart squeezes, and Seungcheol's fingers pinch under your thigh to get your attention back on him. "Don't do that. Don't run off into your head; focus on me. I want your eyes on me."
And he means that. His eyes stare into yours as he spreads your wet folds apart, and his breath fans over your sensitive cunt as he makes sure you're watching. When his tongue flattens over your pretty pussy, you know you're in trouble because he groans like you're the sweetest thing, and it makes him dive in deeper, dragging his tongue all the way up to your clit with another low groan.
He swirls the little nub with messy circles, sucking on it until you twist your fingers in his hair and he eats you out like it's more for him than it's for you. His pupils dilate, and his fingers dig into your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders as he laps, sucks, and slurps your sweet slick with fervor. He makes a mess out of you, focusing on your clit until your thighs are squeezing his head in mercy.
When he has you dripping with your arousal, the tip of his tongue flicks your clit while his fingers sink into your entrance with ease. You take two of his fingers with hardly any resistance, and the stretch of his digits has your tummy flip as he curls them up, searching for the one spot that'll make you see white.
He knows he's found it when your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops open stupidly. Your legs try to close as his fingertips rub into it, hitting it with each thrust of his hand, and it's too much when he adds another finger. The knot in your stomach twists with each jab, and he's watching your tongue stick out like those hentais he liked to watch as he sucks on your clit at the same time.
You've never felt this type of heat in your stomach before, and you don't think as you try to push him off of you. "Wait- wait, I think I have to pee." You cry out, and your cheeks flush as he keeps you pinned with one hand, working you over faster. He's seen this scene before, where the girl says that, and if he's right, he knows he shouldn't stop.
And he proves it as your eyes cross and your body locks up suddenly while you gurgle out a long whine. Your pussy slurps his fingers in pulses as you gush, spraying like a little geyser as he fucks you through it without slowing down.
Your slick comes in waves as he leans back, watching you soak his hand and the bed underneath you with a cocky smirk, and you even squirt up onto his t-shirt, clutching onto his arm as your hips twitch. It's the hottest thing he's ever gotten to witness; it's way better than the porn he's masturbated to, and he doesn't waste time tossing his shirt over his head and shoving his sweatpants down right after he's fucked you through your first orgasm.
You're still trembling when Seungcheol manhandles your legs up to your chest, and your vision is too blurry to realize he's naked. His cock is hard, red at the tip, and throbbing with need. Precum dribbles from the head of his cock, dripping onto your tummy as he leans over you and waits until your eyes focus on him when he gives you another smile.
"I knew you were a messy baby, squirted all over. You did so good for me, but I'm going to need you to do it again, okay?"
Your ears ring, and you must be dumb because what does he mean? You didn't squirt? You don't know how to. But you can feel your slick dripping down your ass, and the bedsheets are sticking to your skin, and your eyes blink up at Seungcheol in astonishment.
He fucking made you squirt.
Your pussy flutters, and Seungcheol's leaning over you again while reaching for his discarded sweats. He pulls a condom from one of the pockets, tearing it open before rolling the rubber down his thick shaft. You feel delirious and almost want to tell him to leave it off, but you know it's your brain all foggy from your last orgasm. Maybe next time.
When Seungcheol sits back on his knees, he's got your legs spread open and his cock heavy in his hand as he drags it up your sodden slit. "You're so pretty," he murmurs, and you're feeling the pressure of his cock before it's sinking into you. Your puffy folds part for his rotund tip, and he makes your gummy walls stretch deliciously to take the first few inches inside your warm cunt before he eases back and then in again.
He's big. Not just in length, but girth as well, and the heaviness of him has you clawing to hold onto something. Your nails scratch into your bedsheets, holding onto them as he raises your ass off the bed, using gravity to plug you to the base of his cock in one full swoop. When his hips meet your ass, you feel like he's in your lungs, and it must be true because all the air leaves from your lips in a wrecked moan.
All your thoughts disappear from your pretty head, and your pussy flutters around his length, trying to get used to the stretch while he leans down to kiss your breasts again. He doesn't move until you're twitching underneath him, squeezing him like you wanted him deeper, and he's more than happy to give you what you want.
The first slam of his hips rocks you and the bed, and your moans get punched out of you as the head of his cock knocks into your cervix with a heavy thump. Seungcheol is all you can see, all you can feel, and your brain turns off as a familiar buzzing resonates through the air. Your dildo, once forgotten at the foot of your bed, appears in your eyesight, dangling from Seungcheol's left hand, and your pussy squelches obscenely as he bottoms out again.
"Was this what you were using when you were thinking of me?" Seungcheol asks, and your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth. You watch as he teases the vibrating dildo across your stomach, making your breath hitch as he continues to grind into you with a mean precision. But then he's leaning back on his knees, keeping your ass in his lap and off the bed, as he brings the toy lower.
You're going to be ruined.
"Cheol- ah, please-" You're not sure what you're pleading for, but Seungcheol's eyes are hooded, swirling with hunger, and the moment he dips your dildo past your puffy folds to kiss your sensitive clit, you're putty in his hands. The vibrations make your whole body twitch, and your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol's cock, milking him for more as your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. "Oh fuck!"
Seungcheol coos in wonderment, taking in the way your back arches and his cock jumps inside you, threatening to end this all right now from how gorgeous you look underneath him - but Seungcheol's waited too long for this, so he presses the toy more firmly, circling your clitoris while he rocks shallowly inside your sweet pussy. You feel like heaven, and he's determined to make you cum again before he does.
And thankfully, it's not that hard to get you there.
After your first intense orgasm, you're unbelievably wet, soaking his condom covered cock in your juices, and making each rock of his hips easier than the last. It's lewd the way your pussy squelches with each tap his tip knocks into your g-spot like it's nothing, and you unravel within minutes. Your jaw drops wide open as you hold onto his wrist; he's been keeping the toy consistently buzzing on your pretty pussy, bringing you closer to the edge faster than ever before.
You cum silently. Your breath leaves your lungs with a sharp gasp, and your body tenses as he watches your eyes roll back as you squirt for the second time. Your legs shake as you fall apart underneath him, and Seungcheol cums shortly after you do - groaning lowly as his cock fills the condom up with his warm seed.
When he finally slips from between your legs, you watch him disappear into your bathroom, and you're left reeling from what just happened. Seungcheol had not only been the opposite of what you had thought he'd be, but then, unbeknownst to him, had ruined you for anyone else in one single night. You blink stupidly up at your ceiling, and Seungcheol returns with a wet towel, his smile sheepish as he cleaned you up the best he could.
"I don't know if you're still rebounding, or dating, or what-" Seungcheol murmured, and your eyes met his, noticing the familiar pink dusting the tops of his ears as he tossed the dirty towel into your laundry basket. "But if I haven't made it clear enough, I'm an option. I want to be your option."
You blink, your heart skipping a beat at his admission, and your hand reaches for his. "Stay?"
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đź preview. âYou donât have to believe me when I say I want to defile you. Iâll prove it to you soon enough,â Wonwooâs smirk widens. âYou might be an angel, but angels arenât impervious to sin. After all, demons were angels once, until they stopped lying to themselves and gave in to the carnal pleasures. Weâll get there, donât worry. I might be a demon, but I can be patient.â
tw/cw. Mentions of porn and bdsm, unprotected sex, multiple sex positions, multiple reader orgasms, oral/pussy eating, praise, slight degradation, manhandling, fingering, overstimulation, foreplay, etcâŠÂ I pet names: (hers) angel, baby.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.6kÂ
đ aus. Non idol au, angel & demon au, enemies to lovers, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. So think of it kind of like the Disney movie about emotions, Inside Out, where the demon and angel view Mingyuâs world through a viewing station and speak to him through his subconscious to guide him one way or the other. Also, please note: Iâm not religious, so my interpretation of angel!y/n warring with herself over temptation is simply an interpretation and a fanfic.Â
Prologue:
You can remember the day you first saw Mingyu as if it were only this morning. He was the sweetest child, visiting church with his family at age four. There was something so adorable about his all-white outfit, the slacks and button-up with a vest. He looked very devoted and very determined as he stood up and sang the church songs with his whole little chest.
That was the day you asked to be his guardian angel, and for a time, nothing had ever been so easy.
Mingyu is pure of heart in a way most humans can never even dream of being. Some kids have a demon on their shoulder from an early age, a pest to be dealt with and chastised by both angel and parent, but not Mingyu. It was just you and him, for many, many years, and you delighted in the fact that you had one of the best boys youâd ever met as your ward.Â
Many late-blooming children gain a demon when they enter high school, when they first try marijuana or alcohol against their own better judgment - itâs the work of the demon on their shoulder - but again, not Mingyu.
It wasnât until your good boy was sixteen that things started to shift. His friends were all having their first sexual encounters, and they began to tease your perfect church baby that he was a virgin. Mingyu tried to pretend their words didnât hurt, but you knew differently. Although you tried to push him in the direction of spending more time with other church children, Mingyu continued to hang out with these raunchy boys, as they were on his high school basketball team.Â
He held off valiantly from the compulsions of the deadly sins, but one cold December night, your perfect golden boy finally snapped and gave in to temptation.
The demon known as Wonwoo appeared the moment Mingyu first typed the words âporn hubâ into his cellphone, and in the darkness of Mingyuâs room, you met the man who would be your antihero for as long as Mingyu would continue to live.
And Wonwoo is a demon with a reputation. Whereas you like to cherry-pick your wards as the kindhearted humans who are pure of soul, Wonwoo is known for his ability to sniff out those who are easily tempted by sin. His last human was a sexual fiend, and he got addicted to OnlyFans. he lost his relationship and all of his money due to Wonwooâs coaxing of the addiction. The man died prematurely while drunk driving, which is something of a success story for the demon who collected his soul in the end.Â
So why was this demon in particular here with you and Mingyu?
What had seemed like an easy task had become more difficult than you ever signed up for, and Wonwoo seemed to relish in the knowledge that he was here to contradict your every musing in Mingyuâs ear.
One:
âI hope you have your popcorn ready, angel,â Wonwoo grins, as the two of you hover in your between-worlds guardian posting. Itâs kind of like an apartment, with two sides, the good and the evil, with a massive monitor to watch what Mingyu is doing at any given time. There are speakers for you both to try to persuade him into things, and your voices are what Mingyu might classify as opposing sides of his subconscious.
âFrat parties can be positive,â you insist as you settle next to Wonwoo. âLast time, he saved that girl who blacked out.â
âYeah, the wild goose chase,â Wonwoo rolls his eyes. âHe should have been hitting on girls and slamming jello shots, but instead, you convinced him to track down the girlâs dorm room, carry her all the way home, and make sure she was okay when she woke up hours later. He even held her hair back while she puked. Yuck.â
When Wonwoo knows heâs lost to you, he generally fucks off, goes back into his demon side of the apartment, in his demon room, or leaves altogether to complete other tasks.
Demons donât need sleep, and technically, angels donât either, but youâre a self-identifying lazy girl, and you prefer to have rest when Mingyu sleeps, rather than be twenty-four seven working like Wonwoo is. You wonder if his packed schedule is what makes him such a dick, but you also have seen the joy he takes in doing bad deeds, and you can only assume that when heâs not here with you in Mingyuâs head, heâs off pillaging and causing mischief elsewhere.
Wonwoo looks through Mingyuâs eyes, and he leans toward the communicator where he can send his words to your ward. âGet a drink,â Wonwoo insists. âSomething fun. Something fruity. Something with way too much alcohol thatâs masked with sugar.â
You sigh, also leaning forward. âWe should start slow with some water.â
You can sense Mingyuâs inner turmoil as he makes his way to the kitchen, and thatâs where he bumps into Hoshi and Seungkwan, both of whom are ruled by their inner demon.
âHey buddy, want a drink?â Hoshi grins, cheeks pink, eyes clouded with booze.
âReject him,â you say.
âAccept,â Wonwoo pushes.Â
âSure, why not?â Mingyu grins, taking the cup of purple liquid. He downs it easily, and you sigh. So tonight will be a more indulgent evening, and you hate the way Wonwoo sits back with a smile.
âScore one for me, angel,â Wonwoo muses.
âThe night is still young,â you huff.
Wonwoo leans forward again. âYou know what goes good with alcohol? Cocaine. Or ecstasy. Something fun. Maybe molly.âÂ
Youâre flabbergasted. âMingyu has never-â
âNow is the night to start, heâs at a frat party, with friends, and we know Vernon always has a bong on hand. Maybe weed, something chill.â
You hate him, and you spend the next two hours battling Wonwoo for dominance of Mingyu. Wonwoo wins when it comes to alcohol, but your sweet boy isnât interested in drugs, no matter how much the demon insists itâs the perfect night to dabble.
And thatâs when Mingyu first lays eyes on Kimi.Â
Sheâs a year younger than him, someone heâs heard about and seen a few times, but never talked to. She looks gorgeous, in a flowy top and jeans that hug her just right. You can sense Mingyuâs heartbeat quickening, and in his drunkenness, heâs even more susceptible to Wonwoo, who leans forward. âYou should fuck her tonight, thereâs never a time to be a whore like the present.â
âNo sex, you like her!â you argue back. âTalk to her, get her name, look for longevity.â
Wonwoo scoffs. âA one-night stand with a girl like that? Who could think of something better?âÂ
âUh, maybe a relationship?â you snap.Â
âWe donât know anything about her!â Wonwoo yells. âAnd we donât need to know.âÂ
You lean back from where Mingyu can hear your subconscious pushings, glaring at Wonwoo. âWhatâs with you and rough, anonymous sex?â
âItâs the best way to have it,â Wonwoo tells you, his grin widening. âI think our Mingyu boy would love to try some of the things heâs seen in the porn Iâve pushed him to watch. You know, bondage, tying a girl up, all the good shit.â
âConsentually, of course.â
âWith you here, it would always have to be consensual,â Wonwoo scoffs.
âYouâre despicable.â
âIâm a demon.â
âEven demons have their limits.â
Wonwoo shrugs. âNot really.â
âWell, my Mingyu is a good person. Heâd never stoop to your level.â
âWell, he watches the porn I want to watch.â
You click your tongue. Wonwoo convincing Mingyu to watch porn is always the worst, and itâs when you leave the viewing station. The demon can be particularly convincing when it comes to observing sex acts on Mingyuâs phone, but you know your good boy would never go further than simply watching. Heâs not the type to ever act on some of the more raunchy ideas Wonwoo forces into his head.
No matter how hard Wonwoo pushes, you know your Mingyu.
And youâre thankful that by the end of the night at the frat party, Mingyu agrees with you that heâs now too drunk, and he retires to bed.
The viewing station goes dark as Mingyu drifts to sleep, and you stand up with a sigh, glaring at Wonwoo.Â
âYou know, one of these days, youâre going to admit that you kind of like the whole bondage sex thing,â Wonwoo sighs.
âWhat?â you gasp.
âYou always leave the room when he and I watch porn.â
âBecause Iâm a pure being! Because porn and sex go against what I stand for!â
âPorn and lust might be âanti-angelâ, but sex is natural; itâs God-created. Humans are like any other animal, and theyâre meant to have sex, to procreate,â Wonwoo says simply. âI know youâre loose on your whole âcelibate until marriageâ ideals. When Mingyu lost his virginity, you were happy because it was soft. You might be an angel, but you donât follow a strict code, no matter how much you try to convince yourself that you follow the bible to the letter. Iâm just curious how loose your morals really are. You might think Iâm here to test Mingyu, but Iâm really here to test you.âÂ
âAnd who do you think you are to test me?â you glare.
Wonwoo shrugs. âJust a demon who specializes in lust, a demon who took one look at you on Mingyuâs shoulder and decided, âyou know what, Iâd fuck that angel.ââ
âAs if thatâs a compliment.â
âIt is, most angels have sticks up their asses the size of the Empire State Building. And donât get me wrong, you have a stick up yours too, Iâm just curious if youâd want something else up inside of you at the same time.â
âI canât believe you,â you groan, hating the way your body reacts to his sinister smirk, the slight floodyness of his hair, and the regal way he stares at you.
âYou donât have to believe me when I say I want to defile you. Iâll prove it to you soon enough,â Wonwooâs smirk widens. âYou might be an angel, but angels arenât impervious to sin. After all, demons were angels once, until they stopped lying to themselves and gave in to the carnal pleasures. Weâll get there, donât worry. I might be a demon, but I can be patient.âÂ
Two:
âHold it, youâre not going anywhere,â Wonwoo grins, grabbing your arm as youâre about to leave the room, when Mingyu pulls up pornhub with Kimi on his mind.Â
âIâm not sitting here with you for this; itâs weird,â you insist, pulling yourself away from him, hating the way the cold of his touch lingers on your skin.
âBoys will be boys, let the man find some release,â Wonwoo tells you, his grin widening.
âBoys may be boys, but you were whispering in Mingyuâs ear all day that he should have a jack off session and think about âthat chick from the frat party.ââ
Wonwoo shrugs. âIt wasnât that hard to convince him.â
You let out a deep breath.Â
âWatch this,â Wonwoo leans forward so Mingyu can hear him. âLook up ârope BDSM.ââ
âOh my gosh!â You cover your eyes with your hands as Mingyu quickly follows through with Wonwooâs suggestion.
âThereâs something so sexy about having complete control of another person,â Wonwoo insists, leaning back and staring at you with dark eyes. âAdmit it, you liked controlling Mingyu before I showed up.â
âItâs not remotely the same.â
âIt is, sort of.â The demon shrugs. âYou like control. I know you do. Because every time you donât get your way, you have a little fit.â
âI do not!â
âLook at you, angel, youâre practically stomping your cute little foot right now.â Wonwoo lets out a chuckle, and you hate how attractive it is. âIf you play your cards right, someday, I might let you have a little control over me.â
âWhat, like tie you up?â you scoff.
Wonwooâs grin widens. âDoes that excite you?â
âIn your dreams,â you snap.
âAngel, we both know I donât sleep. But I do imagine things, things about youâŠâ
Your breath catches.
âI imagine what you sound like, what you taste like. I imagine the look in your eye when I have you immobilized and at my mercy. I imagine making you crack, making you finally admit that pleasure is exactly what it means in the dictionary; the feelings of delight, something you enjoy with every fiber of your being, something youâd beg for me to give you again and again.âÂ
Your skin is heating with embarrassment, and itâs crazy to you that Wonwoo can say everything he just said with a completely straight face. He has zero shame in admitting the things heâs just admitted, and yet, you feel like the dirty one.Â
âIâm leaving,â you say again, more firmly this time.
âI wonât stop you; you have full control of yourself, and thatâs what makes this interesting.â Wonwoo turns his attention back to the screen, where Mingyu is now in the throes of enjoying porn.Â
âYouâre evil,â you snap.
âIâm a demon, itâs part of the job description,â Wonwoo says absentmindedly.
You fight the urge to stomp your foot, and with one last scoff of displeasure, you go back to your quarters, throwing yourself down onto your bed with a muffled scream.Â
Three:
Itâs been a month of chaos. Wonwoo has become somehow even more dirty, and every time he whispers some sexual idea in Mingyuâs ear, his eyes are fixed on you.Â
You squirm when he mentions bondage, porn, rough sex, and more dirty things that are not for an angelâs ears.Â
And to make matters worse, you know that Wonwoo is imagining himself doing all of these dirty things to you. To be the object of sin and desire is new to you, and it brings an uncomfortable feeling to the pit of your stomach.
You grapple with yourself every night, unable to get Wonwooâs voice out of your head.
The word âtantalizingâ has never had much merit for you, but now, you understand. Wonwoo oozes sex and intrigue; he makes your mind go to places it's never before visited; dark, lustful places that make your heart race and your skin tingle.Â
The little smirk that quirks onto his lips when he knows heâs irritated you has become burned into your mind's eye, and you canât escape the shiny points of his canines, or the flash of black that overtakes his irises when heâs being demonic.Â
You can feel your resolve to stay true to your morals is slipping, and in its place is a growing need thatâs threatening to overtake you, body and soul.
This is the power of a truly strong demon, and it both scares and excites you while you war with yourself.Â
Four:
After another long day of Wonwoo being raunchy, Mingyu finally goes to sleep. The viewer goes dark, and you stand up with a sigh. âI canât believe Iâm going to say this,â you muse, âbut Iâm thankful you didnât push for more porn.â
âHeâs on a streak, you know,â Wonwoo smirks. âBut I figured I could let you off the hook for one night.â
âLet my pure boy off the hook, you mean.â
âNo, I meant what I said. Youâre the one who has a problem with it, not Mingyu. Heâs just a hot-blooded man whoâs hardly had any good sex in his life. A bit of porn canât hurt.â
You roll your eyes. âScientists who study the interaction between porn and erectile dysfunction would beg to differ.â
âHuman scientists.â Wonwooâs smirk widens.Â
âIâm not having an argument with you, Iâm off the clock.â
âOff the clock,â the demon repeats with a chuckle.Â
âYes, off the clock, which means I also donât have to deal with you anymore.â
âYou enjoy âdealing with me.ââ Wonwoo insists.
You scoff loudly. âIn what diluted world can you come to that conclusion?â
The demon steps closer to you. âThe world where Iâm a demon who can read sexual energy, and lately, itâs been wafting off your aura like smoke. And where thereâs smoke, well, thereâs fire.â
âI think you should get your eyes checked,â you fire at him, your arms crossing over your chest in an effort to keep that âsexual energyâ contained.Â
âYouâre such a virgin that itâs almost laughable,â Wonwoo tells you, his voice lowering. âMost angels donât have the kind of lustful energy you do, virginity and all, but every being that exists is plagued by at least one of the seven deadly sins, angels included. It seems to me that your carnal desire is sex, which isnât anything to be ashamed of. Iâve worked with angels who are greedy, angels who have a sense of divine wrath, but pride is the main trait Iâve seen. One could argue that all three of those sins are more disgusting on an angel than that of simply wanting to be touched, to experience oneâs form to the fullest.âÂ
Your mouth feels dry, and you lick your lips, unsure of what to say.
âDonât worry, angel, I donât need a response, not really. But⊠I would never defile an angel without her wanting it, so when I ask you this next question, Iâll need at least an enthusiastic nod if not a verbal âyes.ââ
âWhat do you need to ask me?â you whisper.
Wonwoo is close enough to touch you now, and he reaches for your hand, tracing his thumb against your palm. Your mind is telling you to pull away, but you canât. His touch is cold, but thereâs something so nice about itâŠ
âCan I kiss you?â Wonwoo asks, his words hanging in the air like a heavy smog.
You try to swallow the lump in your throat, but it does little to help, and you stare at the beautiful demon. Your body is screaming yes, but your mind is still plagued with trepidation.Â
âItâs a sin.â
âA kiss isnât a sin, and besides, youâre off the clock, remember?â His smirk is just so beautiful, and you have to remind yourself that even though heâs a demon, Wonwoo was crafted by Godâs own hands. âI think you can forgive yourself for a small misdemeanor, after all, humans are forgiven for much worse.â
âIâŠâ Your heart is hammering in your rib cage, and never in your long life have you felt a desire like this.
âOr⊠I could wait,â Wonwoo sighs. âI wonât pressure you. Iâm a demon, but Iâm not an asshole.â
The idea of waiting even longer makes your skin tingle, and you can feel a frown of dissatisfaction appearing on your face.
âYou can kiss me,â you say, and the words feel foreign on your tongue.
âEven though you hate me?â Wonwoo grins, cocking a brow.
âEven though I hate you.â
The demon lets out a laugh, dropping your hand in favour of grabbing your hips. He pulls you toward him, being shockingly gentle for a man whoâs so outspoken about his taste for rough sex.
âNobody has to know about this,â Wonwoo whispers as he leans closer. âEven angels are allowed to have dirty little secrets.â
âThen this will be our little secret,â you breathe, swallowing thickly as your hands instinctively go to his shoulder, tugging the demon even closer.
He meets your gaze as he slowly leans in, giving you all the time in the world to change your mind. But youâre in too deep now, and thereâs no going back.
His lips press against yours gently, and your whole body is flooded with what you can only describe as pleasure, like a cool breeze wafting over you on an extremely hot day. You want more, and Wonwoo tugs you closer by your hips, his tongue snaking out to rub your lower lip.
Your mouth opens a little, a whimper escaping you as the kiss deepens. Wonwoo releases a low growl, and butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach from the sound.
Nothing in the world has ever made you feel this way, as if youâre glowing, and all because a dark being is tantalizing you toward sin.
With a gasp, you pull away, breathing heavily.Â
Wonwoo holds you, not pushing for more; he gives you mental space to analyze whatâs just happened, while still keeping you physically close, like a protector.
Itâs such an odd notion, the idea that a demon could be any sort of protection for an angel like you.Â
âI thinkâŠâ You swallow thickly. âI think I need to have some time alone now.â
âI understand,â Wonwoo nods, his hands slipping away from your hips. âThe ball is in your court, angel. Until you decide what you want to do, this is our little secret.â
âOur little secret,â you repeat like a mantra, but the words donât do anything to help the anxiety building inside of you. Itâs as if at any moment you could be struck down for impurity, except, even when youâre alone later, no hand of God comes to smite you.
You think carefully about what Wonwooâs said, about all living things having their sinful, carnal desires, even angels.
Maybe this is natural, maybe this is okay⊠maybe.Â
Five:
Youâve been yearning for Wonwoo in a way youâve never yearned for anything since your creation. Itâs taking every ounce of your self-restraint to keep your distance from him, and Wonwooâs not making any of it easy.
Every dirty whisper in Mingyuâs ear, every glance at you while he talks about sex, bondage, and pornâŠÂ
It has your heart racing, your skin heating, and your core throbbing in a way that used to be foreign but is now becoming all too familiar.Â
âShould I push for more sin tonight?â Wonwoo asks as Mingyu gets ready for bed. âOr have you had enough?â
You groan, knowing that youâre wet from the day youâve had. âPlease.â
âPlease, what?â He cocks a brow.
âIâm so tired of all of this.â
âTired of fighting your own desires, you mean,â Wonwoo corrects, seeing right through you.
You hate that your âsexual auraâ is visible to him, hate that no matter how hard you try to fight it, Wonwoo will always know the truth.
And the truth is: you want this demon to fuck you like youâve never been fucked. You want to get a taste of the sin he has to offer, the sin he claims other angels partake in secretly.
Why are you holding yourself back, holding yourself to a set of standards, if others in your angelic profession donât?
âWhat are you thinking about?â Wonwoo asks, watching you carefully.
You release a deep breath. âEverything.â
âSounds like a lot,â the demon chuckles.
âIt is.â
âToo much for a sweet angel like you to carry on her own shoulders.âÂ
You study his face, wondering if heâs being condescending or not.
âBeing a demon is much easier. I donât have to worry about anything,â Wonwoo continues, leaning back in his seat. âNo rules, no standards, no fear. Just existence. Freedom.â
âIâm free,â you insist.
âAre you really?â Wonwoo grins. âCould have fooled me.â
âI am free! Iâm an angel! I have the most freedom in the world!â
âFreedom to kiss who you want to kiss? To act on the desires that were literally built into you? Why would God have made you with the sin of lust if he did not intend for you to act on it? To torture you for your entire existence?â Wonwoo shakes his head.Â
âHe bestowed temptation so his creations could rise above it and devote themselves to Him,â you insist. âIt teaches spiritual strength and perseverance.â
âWhatever you say, little Miss Sunday School.â
You let out a deep sigh. âDonât call me that.â
âWhy not?â Wonwoo grins.
âBecause.â
âBecause why?â
âBecause it makes me want you even more!â you scream. âFor a reason I can not comprehend, I want you. I want you for the teasing, for the chastizing, for this disgusting ego that I would never condone on a human ward. I want it. I want all of you. And itâs killing me!â
Wonwoo stands up abruptly, and you mirror him, heart racing in your chest.
You canât believe youâve just admitted all of it, all of the deep dark things youâve been thinking about for weeks.
âAn ego can be sexy,â Wonwoo says finally. âAlthough Iâd classify myself as more of a prideful being than an egotistical one.âÂ
âUgh!â You throw your hands up, hating that his smirk is the most handsome thing youâve ever seen, hating that heâs right.Â
âTell me you want this again,â Wonwoo urges you, stepping closer.
âI want you! You already heard me say it!â Your skin is hot with irritation, both sexual and emotional, and you can hardly think straight.
âNo, tell me you want this.â Wonwoo grabs your hand, tugging you to his chest. He looks down at you, his lips almost ghosting over your own.
âI want this,â you whimper, feeling defeated and broken.Â
You can no longer hold yourself back, and part of you doesnât want to.
âIâll be gentle,â the demon promises, bringing his mouth down to your throat, where he presses soft kisses that take your breath away.Â
âI thought you liked it rough,â you say, releasing a chuckle that brings your anxiety down.
âI also like pleasure. Iâm prideful, not a narcissist. Tonight, your pleasure will come first.â
Your skin tingles, and you swallow a lump in your throat. You can feel your fear dissipating. Part of you had imagined heâd want to try bondage with you right away, so itâs a relief that heâs going to meet you at your level, which is⊠well, nonexistent.
You are a free being. And tonight, you will lose your heavenly virginity of your own volition.
Wonwoo begins to suck on a spot just below your ear, and it makes you moan. You throw your arms around the demon, tugging him closer.
One of Wonwooâs hands slips down to your bum, squeezing you through your white pants.Â
God, he feels so good, and you focus on the feeling, pushing aside your racing thoughts.
You draw his lips to yours, and Wonwoo groans with pleasure, tugging you so youâre flush to his body.Â
Kissing him is like magic, and you get lost in it easily. Your core is wet, and you can feel your panties getting sticky, which is a tantalizing thought.
âBedroom,â Wonwoo says, breaking the kiss.Â
Without missing a beat, the demon reaches down and lifts you bridal style. You gasp, clutching onto his shoulders and blinking up at him.Â
âDonât look so surprised,â Wonwoo laughs. âAs if I was about to take your virginity in a living room.âÂ
He heads toward your side of the apartment, and he pushes the door of your bedroom open.
Your room is all creams and minimalism, a true safe space, and he pauses to look at it for a moment. Heâs never been in your room, nor you in his.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask.
âNothing, itâs just⊠very different from my side of the space.âÂ
âNo whips and chains hanging on the walls?â you tease.
âHow about no black onyx floors or dark colours.â
âWell, I am an angel,â you point out as he gently sets you on the bed.Â
âYes, baby, the best angel Iâve ever met.â
âReally?âÂ
âWithout a doubt. The most angelic.â Wonwoo climbs on top of you, and your legs spread instinctively as the demon looks down at you. âIâve never met an angel who has never sinned. Itâs endearing.â
âWill you still find me endearing after tonight?â you ask.
âIâll find you endearing forever,â Wonwoo promises.
âWho knew such sweet words could come from a demon.â
Wonwoo laughs. âIf anyone deserves sweet words from me, itâs you.â
âYouâre just saying that to get me in bed.â
âWeâre already in bed.â
âGood point.â You grab the nape of his neck, tugging his lips down to yours.
This verbal foreplay has become trite, and youâre ready for more, ready for all Wonwoo is about to give you.
For the first time, you taste desperation on his lips, and it excites you. He grinds gently down against you, and itâs the first time thereâs been pressure on your core. Tingles of pleasure run through you as you tighten your legs around his hips, willing him to push harder.
Wonwoo groans, following through with your silent plea. He ruts hard as you kiss each other, stimulating your clit through your clothing.
One of his hands reaches up and grabs your breast through your white sweater, massaging you and making you gasp.
âSuch pretty sounds,â Wonwoo whispers, biting your earlobe gently. âCanât wait to hear you screaming my name.â
âWonwoo,â you whimper, wiggling beneath him, eager for more.
He sits up, and with one tug, Wonwoo removes your sweater, leaving you in a cream bra.Â
âAll white everything, huh?â he laughs.
âIâm an angel.â
âSo you keep reminding me. You always wear such loose, modest clothing, but I imagined youâd be gorgeous under all these layers.â He licks his lips, his thumb teasing the lace of your bra. âShould I go slow?âÂ
âGo medium,â you tell him.
Wonwoo lets out another chuckle. âThat wasnât one of the options.â
âMake it one of the options.â
He shakes his head at you, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
You thread your fingers through his raven black hair, mewling as he massages you through your bra. Your nipples are aching already, and thereâs a sense of great relief when he finally takes your bra off.Â
âSo pretty,â Wonwoo muses, kissing down from your throat to your breasts, where he captures one of your nipples in his mouth.
You whimper desperately, your entire body on fire with the pleasure.
âAnd so sensitive too,â the demon groans, gently dragging his teeth over your sensitive bud.
âPlease,â you gasp.
âPlease, what?â he looks up at you.
You let out a shuddery breath. âMore.â
 âYour wish is my command, angel,â Wonwoo teases, his hand gliding down your body. Deft fingers slip under the waistband of your pants, but he stays over your panties as he makes contact with your clit.
You writhe against the bedding, eyes clenched shut as foreign ecstasy washes over you.
He continues to suck on your nipple as he toys with your pussy.
âSoaking through your panties,â Wonwoo tuts. âMy dirty girl.â
Your heart lurches in your chest, and youâre shocked that you like the way his words feel. Itâs a sinful kind of praise, and it makes you dizzy as you watch him, anticipating what heâll do next.Â
Wonwoo takes his time as he licks and sucks your nipples, playing with your pussy through drenched fabric.
Itâs a relief when he finally tugs your pants down, leaving you in only panties.
Then, Wonwoo sits up, tugging his shirt off with one motion.
Your jaw drops at the view of his bare torso. Heâs lean but muscled, and you wish you could trace the lines on his skin, but Wonwoo made it clear that tonight is about you.Â
âIâm going to eat you out now,â Wonwoo explains, as he sinks to the floor. âBet you taste like nectar and sunshine.â
Talking about your âtasteâ makes you shy, and you close your thighs, only for him to gently pry them open.
âDonât be bashful, baby,â Wonwoo coos, pressing kisses to your skin.Â
âWhat if I donât taste like nectar and sunshine?â you ask.
âI can already smell it on you,â Wonwoo promises, an attempt to be assuring, but now youâre talking about smell, and it makes you even more anxious. âYou know what, letâs leave taste and smell out of this for now, okay?â
âYes, please,â you nod, biting your bottom lip.
Wonwoo hooks his fingers in your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs.
The cool air of the room on your wet core makes you groan, back arching a little as you writhe against the bed.
Cold hands grab your thighs, confidently spreading you open.Â
âJust breathe,â Wonwoo reminds you as he leans forward and licks the entirety of your core lewdly.
âShit!â you gasp, thighs quaking.
The demon chuckles. âThatâs the first time youâve ever swore.â
You slap a hand over your mouth, and he shakes his head at you, returning to his task.
Soon, youâre moaning through your fingers, and your other hand reaches down to grab at his hair, keeping his face buried between your thighs.
He eats you out like a starved man, ravaging your pussy with licks and sucks that have your head spinning in the best possible way.
And then Wonwoo begins to growl, and youâve never heard anything so erotic.
Your own gasps and whimpers are filling the room, and you can feel something getting tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach.
âWonwoo,â you pant. âI think⊠I think Iâm going to cum!â
He releases a groan, and the vibration of it on your clit makes your legs shake. All of your muscles are tense, waiting for that final push-
Then you look down, and your eyes lock with his. His pupils are blown, and he looks absolutely demonic, but thereâs something so incredibly sexy about this powerful demon worshiping you with his mouth on your core-
You cum like an electric shock, your entire body jolting, muscles releasing only to clench again as the waves surge through you.
You scream, grabbing at the bed sheets like an anchor as your orgasm overtakes you.
Wonwoo is unrelenting on your core, groaning and eating you messily, and it only makes the whole situation more erotic.
Youâve been to Heaven, but nothing has ever felt like this.
âWonwoo!â you scream when the pleasure begins to feel like itâs too much, like you canât contain or sustain this type of ecstasy anymore.
The demon pulls away immediately, looking up at you.
âAngel,â he breathes, âyouâre glowing.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre glowing,â he repeats. Wonwoo grabs your hand from the bed, lifting it so you can see that your skin is literally aglow.
âIs this normal?â you gasp in panic.
âIâve never seen it.â
âAnd you fuck a lot of angels?â you snap.
âNot really,â he laughs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. âI find most of you to be too high-strung.â
âIâm high-strung.â
âBut itâs endearing on you.â His thumb gently rubs your glit, and you jolt, releasing a gasp. âGlowing canât be harmful.â
âAre you sure?â
âIâm sure itâs just pent-up energy,â he muses. âShould I give you more?â
You take all of one second to consider his words before nodding. âMore.â
Wonwoo nuzzles against your inner thigh with a laugh, and then he teases a digit between your pussy lips, gently sinking it into you.
You groan, your inner walls having never been touched before.
âSo warm,â Wonwoo breathes. âSo tight.â
He gently finger fucks you, teasing your hole open, and he brings his mouth to your clit again.
His pace is slow, and you know heâs letting you acclimate to the stimulus.Â
You can feel yourself dripping on his digit, and the slick is making it all too easy for him to work you open. Soon, he adds another finger, and you groan desperately, loving the slight stretch.
âGonna make you cum on my fingers before I give you the real thing,â Wonwoo explains.
âOkay,â you whimper.
He returns to sucking on your clit, but heâs not being as gentle as he was before.
You can feel that tension building again, and with each slick sound of his fingers fucking into you, you know youâre getting closer to the edge.
Whimpers escape your lips, and you gasp when he crooks his fingers, hitting a spot that has your whole body coming alight with pleasure.
Youâve heard Wonwoo talk about the âg-spotâ before, and youâre pretty sure he just found yours.
Your toes are curling, muscles getting incredibly tight as his pace quickens.
âIâm close!â you cry out, grabbing the bed sheets again, your heart racing in your chest.
Wonwoo groans a sound of affirmation, and again, his noise of pleasure is what sends you over the edge.
Just like the first time, he works you through your orgasm, unrelenting, while the pleasure courses through you. Youâre a throbbing, whimpering mess by the time Wonwoo pulls away, and you watch with shy delight as he licks his fingers clean, moaning at your taste.
âHow did that one feel, angel?â he asks.Â
âSo good,â you whimper.Â
Wonwoo stands up, looking down at your nude form.
âReady for the real deal?â
âIâm scared,â you admit, seeing the outline of his cock through his pants.
âThatâs natural,â Wonwoo breathes, undoing his belt. âAnd if you still want to change your mindâŠâ
âNo.â You swallow the lump in your throat. âLetâs do this.âÂ
Wonwoo pulls his pants down, and suddenly, his cock is slapping up against his stomach.
Your jaw drops at the sight of him. Heâs long⊠well, youâre pretty sure heâs long, not that you have much to compare it to.Â
âThatâs going to fit inside of me?â you ask.
âAngel, your pussy is wetter than a slip and slide, it wonât be a problem,â Wonwoo laughs.
âJust⊠go slow.â
âNot medium?â he teases.
âWonwooâŠâ you groan.
âIâll go slow,â he promises, now fully nude as he climbs on top of you. âDonât worry.â
Wonwoo presses his lips to yours, and you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pouring all of your attention into the meeting of your mouths.
Wonwoo slowly begins to rut, teasing his cock through your wet pussy lips and bumping your clit. The grinding feels phenomenal, and soon youâre a moaning mess beneath him, your core aching to be filled.
As if he can read you, the demon reaches for the base of his cock, lining the tip up with your wet hole. His mouth moves to your throat, giving you space to speak if you need him to pause or slow down, but as his tip slips inside of you, you realize there will be no need for breaks.
Sure, the stretch is new, but itâs not bad.
In fact, your pussy is trying to swallow him up, and with each inch after inch, you feel more and more complete.
Wonwoo truly is your opposite, the yin to your yang, and it feels phenomenal to finally be connected like this.
âYou okay?â Wonwoo asks, and you can see his muscles feathering, as if itâs taking every ounce of self-control for him not to let loose and fuck you stupid.
âFeels good,â you groan, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him further into you.Â
Wonwoo moans deeply, and a moment later, heâs fully sheathed in your wet core.
You both release sounds of pleasure together, and your lips meet in a fiery kiss.
You love tangling your fingers in his hair, and it makes him kiss you harder. Heâs still fully inside of you, unmoving as your walls adjust, but soon, your own hips are rocking, and he takes the cue to begin to thrust.
The first movement is shallow and slow, and you revel in the drag of his cock against your inner walls.
You cry out, throwing your head back, and Wonwoo latches onto your throat, sucking and nibbling.
Your pebbled nipples press against his chest, and each movement toys with them.
You can feel Wonwoo everywhere. Heâs completely commanding every one of your senses, and not a single thought is going through your mind except for one word: more.Â
His pace is increasing, and you get the sense that heâs reacting to your sounds, figuring you out based on your whimpering and whining.
You pull Wonwoo away from your throat by his hair, and you open your eyes, looking up at him.
God, he truly is the most beautiful being youâve ever seen.Â
Heâs truly a vision, lust-blown pupils and all, his hair a mess from where youâre tugging on it.Â
You breathe in each other, lips almost meeting but just separate, and the teasing makes everything more seductive.
Wonwoo pulls out of you suddenly, flipping you onto your side. He moves behind you, a cold big spoon as he enters you again. His breath is hot on your shoulders, and he takes the opportunity to gently bite your neck, making you gasp. You reach behind yourself, grabbing his hair again, which earns you a groan of pleasure.Â
His hand is on your hip, and he fucks into you desperately, adjusting your body ever so slightly, opening your leg a little so he can hit deeper.
âWonwoo!â you whimper when his hand slips from your hips to your core, his fingers teasing your clit.
âThatâs it, scream my name,â he grins, biting your earlobe and making you shiver.
âWonwoo!â you say it louder this time, unable to contain yourself as he works you closer and closer to the edge again.
âGonna cum on my cock, huh, angel?â he chuckles.Â
âYes, Iâm so close,â you whimper, pussy tightening around him.
âNot yet.â Wonwoo pulls out of you suddenly, and you whine, only for him to adjust you.Â
Now youâre sitting on top of him, with Wonwoo propped against the headboard.
âWhy am I on top?â you ask, confused.
âOh angel,â he licks your nipple, âjust because youâre on top doesnât mean youâre the one who is in control.â
His hands are on your hips again, and he lifts you slightly, allowing him to plow up into you.
You cry out from how deep his cock is hitting you, from the way heâs using you like a ragdoll.
You throw your head back, and his mouth latches onto your nipple. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling in the dark curls as he fucks you stupid.
Each smack down of your core on his cock has pressure on your clit, and you can feel that orgasm bubbling again.
You feel drunk, or, what you think being drunk would feel like. Itâs a pleasurable dizziness, a mind numbing euphoria and a tingling that flutters through your entire body.
Wonwoo growls, and you know itâs a sound of affirmation, a sound to push you toward the edge.
A few more rough thrusts have you tumbling into ecstasy, your entire core clamping down on Wonwooâs cock. Your head falls forward, your lips making contact with the crown of Wonwooâs head as he also groans. He pulls off of your nipple, panting desperately as he holds you down, his cock burried in your throbbing pussy.
You know heâs cumming too, and feel his muscles twitching, his shoulders tight with tension.
And his sounds⊠nothing in Heaven or on Earth sounds the way Wonwoo does when heâs wrapped in pleasure.
Your entire body sings with delight as the two of you hold onto each other, jolting with the aftershocks of your extreme highs.
The two of you hold each other, breathing in one another.
Wonwoo leans his face against your breasts, and you cradle him.
Youâve never felt this close to anyone.
For a moment you can forget that heâs a demon and youâre an angel.
None of that matters right now.
Finally, Wonwoo pulls away with a sigh. âThis changes things.â
âIt does,â you agree.
âWeâre bound together for as long as Mingyu lives, so⊠you better not decide you hate me tomorrow.â
You laugh. âYou irritate me, but I donât hate you.â
âIâm not going to stop telling Mingyu to pursue his sexual desires.â
âI never expected you to,â you admit with a sigh.
âAnd youâre⊠okay with it now?âÂ
âAs long as itâs consensual, fine, he can be as dirty as he wants to be.âÂ
Wonwoo laughs, cuddling close to your chest again. âSee, in this day and age, some sins like premarital sex are outdated.â
âWe could debate that,â you laugh, running your hands through his hair.
âI think I would like that.â
âI feel like it would be a case of unstoppable force meets immovable object.âÂ
Wonwoo chuckles, and you love how beautiful he is when he smiles. âSounds like us.â
âBut we canât let our sexual escapades get in the way of doing our job for Mingyu,â you declare.
âI wouldnât dream of taking you away from your work,â Wonwoo groans. âYouâd probably bite my cock off if I tried.â
âConsider yourself warned.â
âConsider yourself worshipped.â
âHuh?â you blink down at him.
âYouâre still glowing, angel.â Wonwoo plays with a piece of your hair. âItâs been a long time since a demon like me has had anything to look up to.â
âYou look up to me?â
âIn some ways, but donât make this more of an embarrassment than it already is.â Wonwoo lets out a sigh. âYouâve reformed me⊠slightly.â
âDonât tell me itâs the power of good pussy.â
âGreat pussy,â Wonwoo corrects. âAnd no. If Iâm being honest, I think youâve been changing me for the better for a while, bit by bit.â
âIâm happy to hear that.â
Wonwoo smiles. âAnd Iâm just happy.â
âI can live with that.âÂ
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cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, bdsm themes, wrist bondage, pleasure dom!Wonwoo, oral/pussy eating, wonwoo has powers in this⊠including a long demon tongue, overstimulation, finger fucking, body/breast worship, squirting, dacryphilia (arousal from tears/crying), dirty talk, praise, multiple reader orgasms, etc⊠ I petnames. (hers) angel.Â
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To your shock, Wonwoo isnât pushy with you the way heâs pushy with Mingyu. He hasnât said a word about the soft sex the two of you have continued to have for months now, and he hasnât made you feel lesser than him for being vanilla either.
Wonwoo treats you very differently than he treats Mingyu, but you know that every time Wonwoo brings up rough sex in Mingyuâs ear, itâs because Wonwoo himself has an interest in it.
The demon has talked about being a sexual pleaser, and your need to please him has grown too. Can you really hold Wonwoo and yourself back from reaching another level by dabbling with the BDSM themes heâs so fond of?
Can you⊠condemn him to vanilla sex for as long as the two of you are connected through Mingyu?
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Genreâš established relationship, angst, fluff, SMUT (it's 50% smut)
Warningsâš female masturbation, references to gun play and being pleasured by a gun (she's reading a book, it doesn't actually happen), vaginal fingering, Seungcheol has a filthy mouth, he is so soft with her and yet the biggest menace, a brief hand job (he guides her), loss of virginity, unprotected sex, multiple positions, slight nipple play, body worship, rough(ish) sex, oral f. recieving, cum eating, lots of I love yous even when he's being a teasing shit
Plot warningsâš Seungcheol is trying to be the perfect boyfriend but somehow completely missing the mark, a brief interaction with someone from his past, lots of self doubt on OC's part, he's scared of losing her and he's the biggest idiot because of it, he finds her masturbating, an argument, he is the sweetest most in love person there's ever been, the angst is only there to make the smut and fluff that bit sweeter, he is specifically described as having the short hair he has in the banner because the second I saw that hair cut I started drooling, and I'm not ashamed to admit that.
Word countâš 12k
a/nâš I had other drafts I wanted to work on before this but all I've seen on my fyp on tik tok is Seungcheol edits and honestly the amount of time out of my day I spend thinking about him is becoming a problem
This is part 2 to this, it can be read as a stand alone though
Itâd been four months since that night at the cottage, when Seungcheol had finally got his head out his ass and told you how heâd felt for all those years. Youâd worried things would be weird, going from seemingly hating each other to declaring that youâd always loved each other, but it wasnât as huge of an adjustment as you thought it would be.
Heâd well and truly become your person. When youâd had a rough day at work and your boss had been a dick, he held you close to him and told you heâd fight the whole world if he had to, as long as you were happy. If you were cooking, he was attached to your back like an over eager koala. And even if you were dressed in your most tattered of sweats and you were cleaning your apartment, heâd declare nobody had ever looked so beautiful whilst cleaning a toilet.
But one thing that hadnât changed? Choi Seungcheol is one annoying motherfucker.
You missed the old him. Not the old him who took things too far and left you with an aching feeling of hurt in your chest. But the old him where it felt almost like sport to rip into each other. You missed the banter and the laughs that came with it.
Heâd turned into this yes man. He didnât disagree with you on anything, he didnât laugh with you when you did something stupid and if you suggested doing something, heâd just agree to it. Just last week, youâd purposely suggested going to eat at a place you knew he hated, hoping that heâd finally stand up for himself, but no. He sat for a whole hour and forced down a noodle dish you know he hated.
You were beginning to feel more like you were holding him against his will and he was just suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.
That night did backfire on you slightly though. Because it scratched at something that had been bothering you even more than him becoming the worldâs biggest people pleaser.
Youâd been sat happily enjoying your noodles, trying to ignore the way that Cheol sort of looked like he might vomit at any given second, when someone you vaguely recognised wandered over to your table.
âCheol?â his eyes flit up to the woman hovering by your table, âoh my god it is you! How have you been?â She beams at him.
Your eyes run over the woman stood in front of you. Sheâs stunning. Perfect make up, perfect hair and annoyingly perfect body, automatically you feel the sudden urge to throw your noodles at her. Or maybe even him.
âEr,â he glances at you, putting his chop sticks down tentatively, âGood! Iâve been good. You?â
âAll the better for seeing you.â the woman, who you now decide is your sworn mortal enemy, replies in a sickly-sweet tone.
You could make a big deal out of it, make a song and dance of showing off that heâs yours to whoever this random goddess is. But you donât. Instead, you decide that your noodles are far more entertaining than anything going on here, and try to ignore her.
âDid you lose a bet?â
That you canât ignore. What the fuck is she insinuating? You glance at Seungcheol who looks like a deer caught in headlights.
âNo? Why?â His eyes look between you and the woman you now hate more than anyone in the world.Â
âWell. That night at the club,â oh thatâs where sheâs from! Mingyu had dragged you all to some themed night at a club run by one of his friends, a couple of weeks before the cottage trip. Your stomach drops when you remember that the perfect woman stood in front of you is the very woman you saw Seungcheol had pressed against the wall as you went to get some air, âyou said any man who ended up stuck with her, would be the unluckiest man alive.â
Your body tenses though you keep your eyes firmly on your noodles. You were used to him being fucking cruel in the past but knowing heâd said it to someone you donât even know cuts pretty deep. It doesnât change how you feel about him. All of that is in the past. You know him now better than anyone and you know he said all that shit because his head was messed up, but it doesnât stop the tears that threaten to spill.
His fingers twitch like he wants to reach for your hand across the table, his eyes holding so much worry and regret that his âfriendâ whoâs brought nothing but drama, must be able to see.
âActually.â He turns to her, her smile faltering a little when she sees how pissed off he is. âSheâs my girlfriend. And whatever shit I told you that night, was bullshit. Iâve been in love with her since we were teenagers. So, fuck off and leave us alone.â
He turns back to his noodles, not wanting to say anything to you until sheâs disappeared back under whatever hole sheâs crawled out of.
âWell,â she huffs, glaring at you both, âI only came over because you were a good fuck. Itâs not like I liked you or anything.â
All three of you know thatâs not true. Her excitement at seeing him would suggest she was hoping something might happen. She turns on her heel though and struts off into the night, leaving you with a very worried Seungcheol.
âI never meant that ____, you know what I was like. Please donât be upset about it, Iâm really sorry.â
You canât lie, you are upset. Youâre upset that he said it, but youâre not surprised. And with everything thatâs happened and how solid you two have been since that night in the cottage, you canât hold it against him.
But one thing did start to niggle at you more and more. âYouâre a good fuck.â
Those four little words have been spinning round and round in your head for days now. Heâs a good fuck.
Itâs not like you donât know that. Multiple women over the years can attest to that.
But one person who canât? You. Â
And it was starting to drive you insane.
Since that first night where you rode his thigh and watched him cum all over his hand, youâve only experienced what can only be described as heavy petting, at best. That isnât to say he doesnât touch you. Heâs always touching you somehow, a gentle hand on your thigh in the car, wrapped in his arms on the sofa and if youâre making out itâs rare that his hands arenât on your ass. But thatâs where it stops.
And it isnât like you havenât tried. Fuck have you tried to show him that you want him, that youâre ready to finally know what all the fuss is about and for him to finally take your virginity. But itâs like heâs blind to it, content to happily wander through life without so much as a hand job. And you really donât get it. His friend from the noodle bar said it herself, âYouâre a good fuck.â.
So why wonât he do anything? He wonât even finger you for fucks sake.
When you mix his newfound celibacy with the fact that he would literally tell you how right you are if you confidently declared that Mingyu had grown a whole second head, instead of clearly calling you an idiot, you were starting to feel like you were in some sort of twilight zone.
It was beginning to make you question everything. Does he even want this? Surely, heâs going to get bored sooner rather than later, things will fizzle out and you will truly end up hating each other. Your mind tries to tell you that maybe he just doesnât want you that way, that youâre not his type and heâs now trying to find a way out of it. But that doesnât make sense at all, why spend all his time telling you how beautiful you are to then turn around and say youâre not his type.
But maybe thatâs it. Thereâs a difference between finding someone beautiful and wanting to tear their clothes off and pin them against the kitchen counter. Over the past 11 years youâve seen him get with women smaller than you, bigger than you, smaller tits, bigger tits, the list goes on and on. Seungcheol doesnât discriminate, if he thinks youâre hot, then youâre in his bed or literally wherever he can have you.
So maybe youâre not hot?
He just thinks youâre beautiful like youâd say about a nice view or a scenic water colour or something, nice to look at but it doesnât get him going.
What doesnât help is that for the past week youâd been staying at his place. Your lease ended on your apartment and there was another two weeks until you could move into your new one, so Seungcheol being the annoying loving boyfriend he is, said you could stay at his place.
Which is perfect. Sort of.
Each morning you wake up with his strong arms wrapped around you and youâve never felt safer or more loved. But that also means most mornings you wake up with his hard dick against you and once heâs realised that youâre both awake and you can feel it, he rushes off to the bathroom and has a shower. Leaving you feeling more and more like youâre diseased and everyone forgot to tell you.
And so now you find yourself on your boyfriendâs bed, kindle in hand and only a baggy old t-shirt on, as you try to relieve at least some of the frustration youâre currently feeling. The mafia boss is doing something with his gun that is absolutely not how it was intended to be used, but fuck does the idea of it make your clit throb under your fingers. Itâs not unusual that you imagine Seungcheol in these scenarios, especially when your book gets to the filthiest scenes, and that just makes you even wetter.Â
You canât help it, no matter how the male lead is described, you still only see Seungcheolâs handsome features and big body as you conjure up the fantasy world youâre trying to escape to. And today is no different. Heâs holding his wife down on to desk, telling her to be more fucking careful about who she speaks to, as his gun runs through her sopping folds. You close your eyes, imagining your fingers are the barrel of the gun, that Seungcheol is the one pressed against you, caging you between the desk and his strong body, whispering into your ear about how youâd better start fucking behaving yourself or youâd regret it.
Youâre barely even reading the words at this point, your eyes only flit open occasionally but then go back to whatever fantasy youâve concocted for yourself whilst your fingers move frantically up and down your clit. Your pussy is drenched, your fingers absolutely covered in your essence as the familiar wet sounds of you pleasuring yourself ring round the room.
Gun play isnât something youâd ever considered but when you open your eyes to finally read the next sentence and the mafia boss slips the tip of his gun just enough into his wifeâs pussy to make her scream, you slam your eyes shut again as your fingers glide down to your clenching hole. You slip two in, stretching yourself open a little, just how his gun does in the book, before you peer at the next sentence, âare you even listening to me darling? Or has your brain turned all dumb baby, you like me fucking you with my gun? Itâs all youâre gonna get, such a dumb little slut for me, you only deserve my gun. One day youâll learn to keep your fucking mouth shut.â
Your eyes roll back, as fresh wave of arousal pouring out of you as you clamp down on your own fingers. What you wouldnât give for Seungcheol to fuck you with anything at this point. You can imagine him, in one of the pristine suits he goes to the office in, folding you over his desk whilst he fucks something, anything into you to ease the pain of longing that youâre feeling.
Youâre close, so fucking close that itâll only take a couple moreâŠâŠ.
âOH MY GOD, I AM SO SORRY!â
Your kindle flies across the bed, your heart in your throat thinking itâs someone whoâs broken in and found you knuckles deep in yourself. But it isnât, itâs just Seungcheol, eyes covered with his fingers as he turns around quickly then he doesnât see you.
Does he find the idea of even seeing you masturbating so offensive, that he canât bring himself to look at you?
Or maybe heâs just nervous? Maybe itâs time for you to take the initiative, to show him that you want him properly.
âYou could help me?â you say softly, far too innocently for what you actually mean.
âOh! Yeah sure!â
Your heart flutters almost as much as your pussy. This is it, heâs actually going to finally do something.
The small smile you had toying on your lips soon disappears though when he walks backyards into the room, eyes still covered aside from a small gap in his fingers, so he doesnât fall, and he throws your sleep shorts at you.
âThere you go.â They land on the bed as you watch him fumble out of the room, âIâll be in the kitchen! I got us dinner from that Thai place you like.â
And with that heâs gone. He rushes out of the room, and youâre left with your legs spread, sleep shorts between them where they landed and your best hope of an orgasm long gone. All thanks to the man who is apparently âa good fuck.â
You canât keep doing this. He doesnât want you. Not like you want him. Why did he even start this if it was never going to go anywhere?
âI think Iâm going to go and stay at my momâs until I can move into my new place.â
You donât look at him. Just keep eating your food, resigned to the fact that youâll be a virgin for the rest of your life. Perhaps it wonât be that bad, you can live your darkest fantasies through the characters in your books and never have to deal with the fact that all men ever do is disappoint you. He can go back to being his usual self and this whole charade will be over.
âWhy?â
He looks genuinely confused, his pad thai halfway to his mouth and a pout quickly forming on those perfect lips of his.
âI think itâd just be a better idea for me to be there.â
He searches your face, hoping thereâd be some sign as to why youâre suddenly leaving but all he finds is a vacant expression that looks almost tired.
âIs this because of earlier? I swear I donât mind you doing that! It was just a shock, I shouldnât have made it a thing, I shouldâve just turned around and let you finish.â
Should have just let you finish?! He cannot be serious. Your chest feels like someone is bouncing on it from how much your heart is thumping. Thereâs not a single part of him that had any inclination to even join you. To let his fingers bring you that much needed release instead of your own.
âThis relationship isnât working Cheol.â
Youâve no idea what he was expecting you to say but it clearly wasnât that. He looks dumb struck with panic, eyes filling with tears before youâve even told him why. And that breaks you, you feel like the worst person in the world, but you canât do this anymore.
âWhy? Everything was fine! Is this because of whatâs just happened?â He presses again.
âItâs sort of because of that, I donât know, thereâs a lot.â
âA LOT? Fuck, what are you even talking about? Everything has been perfect!â
Your heart aches from how sad he sounds, tears now streaming down his cheeks and food pushed to the side.
âBut thatâs the problem! I think this whole thing has just been a fantasy of what you thought the perfect relationship should be. None of it even feels real Cheol!â
âWhat the fuck does that mean?! It feels real to me!â
âI donât know how to explain this,â you mumble, fingers massaging your temples.
âTHEN FUCKING TRY!â You jump when he screams it at you, tears still coursing down his cheeks and pain in his eyes.
âI..... I donât think you want me. Not how I want you.â
âWhat th.....â
âPlease Seungcheol,â you hold your shaky hand up to stop him, âjust let me say this.â
He doesnât say anything, just stares at you with a trembling bottom lip.
âThat first night, at the cottage, you told me I made you feral. I always remembered it because it made me feel so wanted, so desired. But when this whole thing started, I was nervous we wouldnât be ourselves anymore and I think I was right,â
âBut we are!â He interrupts.
âWeâre not Cheol,â you plead with him, âYou havenât been normal with me in months. And I donât mean telling me things you wouldnât tell anyone else or trying to make me happy, I love that you do that. But I mean your normal, jokey self, ready to laugh with me or mock something stupid I did. Like I would mock you. I donât mean I want you to be fucking mean to me like you used to, I just mean I miss that banter. Itâs what made us, us. And now any time I disagree with you, you just change your mind. Itâs like youâve got no opinion. I want to bicker, I want to laugh, I want the Seungcheol Iâve been in love with for years. Not this yes man that just agrees with me.â
Heâs quiet, thinking through what youâve just said to him.
âI didnât want to lose you.â His voice is only a little louder than a whisper, but you hear him.
âWhy would you lose me?â
âBecause I know I took it way too far a lot of the time when we were at each otherâs throats. Fuck I saw my whole life flash before me at the restaurant the other day, when she said about losing a bet. I know you always gave as good as you got but it was me that took it too far. I just kept thinking if I didnât even give myself the opportunity to go too far, then I couldnât hurt you like I used to. And now Iâm losing you anyway.â
You hate that youâve caused this sadness. All because you were too horny with your kindle. And you donât want to lose him but surely going through this hurt temporarily, is better than hurting each other permanently, later down the line.
âDo you find me attractive?â
âWhat?â his eyes snap to yours.
âI just..... I guess this also ties into the other thing thatâs been bothering me.â
You look up at him, hoping now he might stop you. Because now youâre not feeling as brave as you did when he was pissing you off. Because now youâre fucking terrified of hearing the answer.
âWhy wonât you have sex with me? Earlier when you found me on your bed, all you did was fucking cover your eyes, itâs like the option of joining me, didnât even cross your mind! Seriously if you donât find me attractive, Iâd rather you just tell me because clearly thereâs a massive fucking problem here. Did you think you wanted me and now youâre stuck with me, youâve realised Iâm not what you want at all. Do you want other people? Like the woman from the other night? Why do you not want me like you wanted all those women?â
Your voice gets gradually quieter. Now youâre saying it out loud you just want the ground to swallow you up. All your insecurities are bubbling to the surface after spending years comparing yourself to the countless women youâve seen him with.
And the fact heâs not saying anything, just staring at you, makes you feel even more insecure. Youâve actually done it, you mustâve done. Youâve managed to hit every nail on the head and now he doesnât want to upset you by admitting that everything youâve just said is true.
âOf course I do.â
Is that all he has to say? After everything youâve just said to him, all he can do is appease you again.
âDonât bullshit me Seungcheol. Youâre not being you. Not in the way you are with women you want. Not in the way you behave with me in general.â
âHow would you know?!â The sudden shout makes you jump again, your chopsticks falling to the ground.
âBecause Iâve been watching you Cheol, for years!! And itâs broken me every single time! Iâve seen how you are with women, thereâs a fire in your eyes, like youâre ready to risk it all for however long you spend with them! And with me itâs just âyouâre prettyâ and a quick half assed squeeze of my ass and thatâs it! I know you better than that and donât insult me by saying I donât. Iâve seen you when you want people and you donât want me! Fuck, you find your girlfriend fingering herself and you do fuck all and run off?!â
âThis is what itâs about?! You just want to fuck?! Get up then, Iâll fuck you if thatâs what you want!! Then you can stop all this fucking bullshit!!â He stands up like heâs ready to go.
Panic sets in.
Not only is he not understanding you. Youâre really losing him.
That isnât what you want. You want him to want to. Which he clearly doesnât and your heart shatters.
âThatâs not what I want!!â you sob, it all getting too much, âI just want you to tell me what Iâm doing wrong and why you donât want me,â you canât help it, you can barely catch your breath youâre crying so much but this has been building up for weeks.
âOh,_____.â He rushes over to you, kneeling down in front of you, hands tentatively holding your chair.
âI-i donât want to lose y-you,â you hiccup, wiping your eyes, âbut I donât even feel like Iâve got you to lose. I-i know youâll always protect me, but I donât feel like youâre here. The real you.â
He hangs is head in shame, hands tightening on your chair.
âI want you. And I know Iâm not showing it. But itâs because I donât know how to stop myself if I behave exactly how I want to around you, because I want you so fucking much and Iâm well aware Iâm your first. And I know Iâm behaving weird, but I swear itâs because I donât want to lose you. I donât want to hurt you and thatâs all Iâve ever done.â
You get that. You really do. But heâs just not him.
âThese past few months,â you sniffle, âtheyâve been amazing. I love you so much Cheol, but I miss how we used to be.â
You look down at the man kneeling in front of you and you still canât believe heâs yours. You just wish he felt like yours.
âI love how caring you are, how safe you make me feel. And donât get me wrong, I appreciate that youâve never forced me to do anything before Iâm ready. But it gets to a point where Iâm starting to feel like Iâm going insane. You donât have to wrap me cotton wool,â
âI just,â he frowns, trying to find the right words, âIâm so scared of ruining this. And I donât want you to ever think Iâm going back to how I used to be.â
âI get that. But I miss being able to laugh at each other, I mean for godâs sake Cheol even I could tell I was driving like a grandma the other day and you didnât even laugh with me. You just said that it wise to be cautious... Like what the fuck is that?!â
âIf it helps,â he chuckles, thumbing your cheek, his beautiful smile wiping away the sadness slightly, âI did think it to myself.â
âWell thank fuck for that! At least youâre in there somewhere! Please just stop being so cautious. I just want the us from before but without the extra dickhead Cheol that came with it.â
âI get what youâre saying,â he chuckles, squeezing your hand, âI just never want to cross that line.â
âBut I donât think you will Cheol because the main thing that was making you do that, was because you loved me and thought you couldnât have me. But youâve got me. Iâm here. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
You take his cheek in your hand when a fresh tear falls from his tired eyes, wiping it away and hoping youâre finally getting through to him.
âI want to have sex with you. More than anything. And I hate that Iâve made you question yourself so much and compare yourself to anyone. Youâre it for me _____, you are the most beautiful, hottest, most insanely attractive woman Iâve ever met.â He smiles when you giggle at that.
âAnd it isnât a responsibility thing, I donât think. Itâs more that I donât feel like I deserve it. Itâs such a big thing and Iâve been such a dick to you, Iâve got it in my mind that it shouldnât be mine to take. Fuck, every day I have to hold myself back because I donât want us to finally do it, and then you to wake up tomorrow and realise what Iâve always known, that youâre way too good for me.â
âI wish you saw what I do,â your eyes search his, âyouâre the person I rely on Choi Seungcheol, youâre the person I know I can go to when Iâm scared or sad. And youâve been protecting me for longer than I even knew. I donât want a perfect relationship where neither of us speak our mind. I want us to argue, I want us to laugh....I want us to love Seungcheol. But we canât do that until you open your fucking eyes and realise that I am totally and utterly in love with you. And I know you. And if I say youâre good enough for me. Then you are.â
âBut.....â
âNo. Thereâs no but. Even when we were fighting for all those years, we still knew each other better than anyone. You canât piss people off as well as us two did to each other without knowing them. And I do know all of you. And I still love you.â
âIâm sorry, I love you so fucking much.â He says with a sad smile, staring at your knee rather than your face.
âI donât want you to be sorry.â You lift his head with a finger under his chin, âI just want you back. The proper Seungcheol, who stands on the back of my shoe to make me trip so he can.....wait....â Something clicks in your mind that youâd never realised before. âOh my god have you been doing that for years so that you could catch me?!â
He is such a fucking child.
âTook you long enough to figure out.â He chuckles, eyes shining. A huge improvement from the tears of a few moments ago.
You roll your eyes but pull on his hands to make him sit up so you can pull him into your arms.
You hold each other for what feels like hours, your nose nuzzled in his hoody, finding comfort in the familiar scent of him filling your senses.
âSo next time you find me like you did......â Â
âOh, there wonât be a next time baby,â he interrupts, âIâll make sure you never need to do that again.â You can almost hear the smirk in his voice.
You try to hold back your excited squeal at that, though he knows you so well that heâll know that anyway.
âWas that the right answer, your Highness?â
âMm-mmâÂ
âGood,â he pulls himself up in your arms and launches himself on top of you.
âCheol you big idiot!! What are you doing?!âÂ
âIâm holding you.â
âYouâre sitting on me. Could you move?!â
You can feel your legs going numb already. You may love his scrumptious thighs and big body but not when heâs on top of you. You feel like youâre being crushed.
âNo. You told me to be myself. And I want to hold you. So, deal with it.â He pats your head sarcastically with a smug smile before humming when he makes himself comfy on top of you.
âAsshole.âÂ
âTakes one to know one.â
You huff but, in the end, tighten your arms around him, pretty pleased with finally getting to the bottom of whatever the hell was going on with him. And finally feeling like the normal Seungcheol is back.
Seungcheolâs apartment is eerily quiet when you close the door and take your shoes off, leaving your bag and coat on the stand and creeping in.
Itâs pitch black. No TV blaring or food burning in the kitchen. Just dark and silent.
That is until you smell the distinct scent of candles. And hear a sort of warbling coming from the bedroom.
You wonder whether you should even look what heâs doing. Maybe heâs taken up Mongolian throat singing and wants his privacy. Or maybe heâs doing exactly what you were doing two nights ago. Fuck. If heâs doing that, surely you can risk a small peak round the door. Just to see. Just for a second.
But against your better, more pervy, judgement. You decide itâs best to announce yourself.
âCheol?!âÂ
âYouâre home!â he rushes through the door, a wide, if not frantic, smile on his face.
âShould I not be?â you narrow your eyes at him.
âYou should be! Absolutely! Just give me one more second? Please?â he doesnât wait for you to answer him, just rushes back into his bedroom.
What the hell is he even doing?
After the chaos of the other night, you felt a lot better about your relationship. He was far more like his old self, no more treating you like you were royalty and he feared being sent to be executed. Just the boyfriend you always wanted, that you knew was still there somewhere, who makes your heart flutter and smile like a goofball.
Your mind wanders whilst you stand and wait for whatever heâs doing. Maybe heâs taking you for dinner. You noticed, as he rushed in and out of the room, that he had your favourite brown suit on. He wore it for your best friendâs wedding, and youâd spent most of the day staring at him, rather than taking in anything else happening around you.
Now though, it looks even better.
Heâd had his hair cut, much to your horror. Although when he walked in with his fresh cut, youâd had to eat your words and accept that you were wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. Because if Seungcheol with long hair made you weak at the knees, Seungcheol with short hair had you frothing at the mouth, barking on the ground like a dog.
He had no business being so fucking hot.
The night of the haircut youâd tried your hardest to get him to do something, finally. But instead, you sat and watched Shrek whilst he held your hand and occasionally kissed your head.
You were nearly in tears by the time you got home, crawled into bed and shakily took out your vibrator. Cursing Seungcheol. And his barber.
Youâre so lost in thought at how hot he looks that you donât even notice that heâs in front of you.
âHi,â he beams at you, hands on your hips and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
You canât help it, your whole body goes gooey when heâs soft with you like that.
âHello.â You grin back, âWhat are you up to?â
âI got the afternoon off,â he takes your hand and leads you towards his bedroom. Every part of you hopes this is what you think it is. But then you remember Shrek and you do find yourself doubting it a little bit. âAnd so, Iâve got a surprise.â
Fuck you hope itâs his dick with a pretty bow on it.
Although that wouldnât explain the warbling and the candles.
Good god maybe heâs joined a cult. And youâre about to be the sacrifice.
Your body jolts when you smack into him, you not even realising heâd stopped in front of you.
âAre you ok?â he chuckles.
âY-yeah,â you donât really answer him properly, your eyes catch sight of his bedroom and all your ability to speak disappears.
It looks like hundreds of candles, differing in size, on every surface and on the wooden floor, even on the window ledge. And where thereâs no candles, thereâs bouquets of pink peonies all in different sizes. The rain hitting the window and the cold night outside, completely juxtaposes the warmth and extravagance of the bedroom, making it seem like youâre in your own world completely.
âCheol,â you move past him, taking in every detail in the room in wonderment, âthis mustâve taken you so long to do! Itâs....itâs the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen in my life!â
âWell, thatâs a lie, you mustâve looked in a mirror before.â
Youâre so awe struck you havenât even got it in you to roll your eyes at that cheesy line. The more you look, the more details you spot.
Heâs hung up string lights with clips on them, each clip holding Polaroids of you both taken over the years. Your friends always making you have your photos taken together, even when you were both adamant you didnât want to.
Thereâre chocolates and champagne on the bed side table and even two new fluffy robes thrown over the chair that sits in the corner of the room.
âDo you like it?â his arms wrap around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you keep taking everything in.
âItâs amazing Cheol, I canât believe you did all this.â You turn in his hold, arms settling around his neck whilst his arms tighten around your waist.
âIâm sorry I was so stupid about all this, anybody would think Iâm the virgin.â
You both snicker at that. He has been very dramatic about this whole thing. You, of course, have been very level headed. Frothing at the mouth and barking aside.
âSo....you want to? Tonight?â
âWe absolutely donât have to, thereâs no pressure. Either way I wanted to do something to show you I love you, and that Iâm sorry for being so weird about everything. But. Just for the sake of clarity and because I made you question everything..... Iâm absolutely ready to ruin you.â
âOh my god!â You whine, head on his shoulder as he roars in laughter.
You lift you head slowly, his laughter dying down and just leaving his most perfect smile as he looks at you.
âDo you want to?â he asks, nothing but care in his voice.
Your heart is hammering and suddenly you feel nervous. Yes, youâre horny and youâve thought about this more and more every day. But now itâs happening, your mind is foggy with worry.
âHey,â he says softly, a gentle finger lifting your chin to make you look at him. âItâs normal to be nervous, we donât have to do anything you donât want to.â
âI want this. I want it to be you, it was always meant to be you. It was always yours.âÂ
His breath hitches, his eyes marvelling at you.
âFuck.â his voice is no louder than a whisper, his forehead resting against yours.
Your eyes flick down to his lips, his doing the same. Itâs like youâre both in the same position, even though Seungcheol definitely isnât. But the nerves feel the same. You suppose itâs a lot of pressure to be someoneâs first when itâs been so long theyâve been waiting.
âCan I ask you something?â
âMm-mmâ he stares at your lips, watching you talk.
âWhy is this weird music on?â
His eyes snap to yours.
âItâs Enya. I wanted to set the mood.â
You bite your lips, desperately trying not to laugh at him, not wanting to ruin all his hard work.
âIs there another option?â
âThere is. I fuck you so good that all we hear is your sopping pussy talking to us.â
You freeze. Ears turning pink and pussy clenching around nothing. You were not expecting that switch up.
You just stare at him, open mouthed, not really knowing how to respond to that. Youâve spent over a decade wanting to hear shit like that come out his mouth and now you have, youâre not quite sure how to respond.
âShall I turn it off?â he mutters, fingers digging into your waist and lips so close, you can feel his breath.
âN-no⊠I mean yes?â you glance at his lips, âOh I donât fucking care.â
You crash your lips into his, his smile soon fading when grabs your face and deepens the kiss straight away. Your lips move with such urgency that your brain can hardly keep up. His tongue slips into your mouth, swallowing the little moans that leave you as his hands grope your ass, bringing you flush against his already hardening dick. Youâve kissed him, a lot. But nothing like this. This time itâs like heâs trying to show you just how much heâs wanted you all these months. All these years.
You love his suit. But right now? You need it as far away from him as possible. Shakey fingers yank it out of his suit pants, buttons opening as quick as you can so you can see the body you love so much. Heâs big, he always has been and you love how that feels. How when youâre in his arms, it literally feels like heâs caging you from the world. How when he gets out of the shower, you just want to bite his biceps they look so yummy. Heâs big and you fucking love it.
His jacket is thrown onto the floor, followed by the shirt once youâve finally got all those trickly little buttons undone and he begins to move you backwards towards the bed, unzipping your dress as you go, meaning that by the time the back of your legs hit the mattress, youâre in nothing but your underwear.
His lips never leave yours, both of you trying desperately to cling to each other whilst wrestling every last piece of clothing off yourselves.
âGet on the bed,â he mumbles, between little pecks on your kiss bitten lips.
You donât even hesitate, just shuffle quickly up the bed, head meeting the pillows and resting on your elbows then you can see Seungcheol take off his last piece of clothing, revealing is now hard dick to you as he stands transfixed by your naked body in front of him.
Any nerves you may have had the first time, in the cottage, are long gone. His gaze doesnât allow you to question is desire for you at all. He looks at you like you are the centre of his universe, which is lucky, because thatâs exactly how you think of him.
He kneels between your legs, eyes taking in every inch of you in awe, fingers brushing along the soft skin of your calves, drawing little swirls and whirls as they wander higher up your legs, his eyes never leaving your body. When his fingers hover on the inside of your thighs, he glances at you, but you donât look at him, you canât, youâre just transfixed by how close his hands are to where you need him the most. Youâre pussy weeping more the longer it takes him to do something.
His strong hands clasp your thighs and open your legs, your pussy fully on display for him the more he opens them.
âFuck,â he whispers, shuffling at little closer to you and hovering over you, one hand near your head and the other softly stroking your thigh, âI love you.â
He looks deep into your eyes as his fingers finally part your soaked folds, gliding through them from how utterly ruined you are for him already. Finally, after all this waiting, you feel him and your whole mind goes dizzy. That night in the cottage, youâd felt his thigh against you but nothing else, and in the months after that youâd yearned for his touch so much that you were starting to feel like it might never happen.
But now your feel his long, calloused fingers circling your clit, your hips twitching evertytime he applies more pressure and you have to remind yourself that he is entirely yours. That he loves you just like you hoped he would for all those years.
He never takes his eyes off you, his big body hovering over you, lips occasionally leaving featherlight kisses along your collar bone and neck but pretty quickly averting his eyes back to your pretty face and the even prettier reactions you make when his two fingers circle your clit a little harder each time.
âYouâre so fucking wet baby, all this time youâve been this desperate for me?â
Your brain wants to answer him, it really does, but those two fingers he had on your clit glide down to your entrance and any ability you had to speak, is gone as his fingers apply the lightest bit of pressure before moving back to your clit.
âYouâve been this needy? All this fucking time. Fuck,â he bites your ear lobe, a whine leaving you at the shock of it, âIâve thought about this you know. Every single time,â another bite and a particularly firm circle of your clit that has your thighs shaking, âI wake up and my dick is nestled in your perfect ass, fuck the number of times Iâve almost cum just from that.â
His fingers move back down to tease your leaking hole again and your hips buck a little, like youâre trying to make him move his fingers into you. You would literally do anything at this point, you just need something inside you.
âBut you knew that didnât you?â His fingers just push into your hole, âIâve felt you shoving your ass back when you thought I was still asleep, fucking little tease.â He moves his fingers from your hole and back to your clit, making you want to scream in frustration.
âCheol,â you plead, finally looking at him in the eye rather than at his body, âplease.â
Youâre pleading so innocently that you see a fire burn in his eyes, but you can tell heâs not done toying with you yet.
âPlease what?â He pouts. âPlease finger your perfect little pussy?â His fingers go back to toying with your swollen bundle of nerves.
âMm-mm,â you nod, revelling in the way his fingers are playing with you.
âYou didnât do a good enough job the other day? Fingering yourself on my bed, pretending like you didnât want me to find you? What were you reading baby?â
âA-a..book,â you sigh when you feel his fingers near your hole again.
âDonât,â he nips your nipple with his teeth, the pain making you squirm underneath him, âget smart with me. What was happening? What got my perfect little girlfriend so wet that she had to finger herself on her boyfriendâs bed?â
This does make you snap back to reality. You canât tell him. You know you said you wanted the little shit Seungcheol back, but you know damn well, he will never let you live it down if you tell him.
So, remain silent.
But that proves a step too far for Seungcheol. He removes his fingers from you, instead deciding to run his wet fingertip around your nipples whilst he waits for you to tell him what you were reading.
âI wonât do anything until you tell me. Youâll just have to finish yourself off whilst I watch.â
Fuck.
âItâŠ..Itâs a book about a mafia boss,â
He hums whilst he listens, watching his fingers wander back down to your pussy, his hand massaging you soothingly.
âAnd?â He parts your folds, spreading you open and gazing down at how much youâre leaking.
You suppose youâre going to have to bite the bullet. Much like the heroine did in your book.
âHe was fucking his wife with his gun.â
His head whips back up to gawk at you. His hand frozen over your aching mound.
âHeâŠ..What? You were reading a book about fucking cats last week. And now youâre reading hardcore porn?!â
Does he really need to do this now?!
âIt is not hardcore porn. Itâs a love story.â
âWhy do you only read boring shit when youâre sitting with me?!â
âBecause youâre fucking nosey and I thought youâd get so bored, reading over my shoulder, you might finally decide to fuck me!â
His eyes are full of challenge, showing you heâs no intention of letting this whole gun fucking thing drop. But heâs got more pressing things to be getting on with, and his fingers finally greet your clit once again.
âSuch a dirty fucking girl,â he bites your neck, his fingers moving back down to your hole, âwho knew the quiet little virgin had such a nasty fucking mind.â
Your hands are clutching the bed sheets, his fingers circling your entrance once again.
âLook at me.â You do, without hesitation and his two long fingers finally push into you.
His eyes are filled with lust, almost daring you to look away from him as his fingers move slowly in and out of you, hitting deeper and deeper each time. Youâre a squirming mess underneath him, head thrown back and desperately trying to keep your eyes open to revel in the fucked out look already on Seungcheolâs face.Â
âFuck your greedy pussy is fucking swallowing my fingers baby, you feel fucking incredible. So warm,â he nibbles your ear lobe, âso fucking wet for me.â
His fingers speed up once he knows youâre used to him, his two long digits hitting a spot inside you that youâve never been able to find before. The second he hits your g-spot, you cry out, your legs kicking slightly as you cling to him.
âThatâs it,â he coos at you, âdoesnât that feel good baby?â
It does feel good. It feels fucking incredible, itâs literally nothing youâve ever felt before, but you canât even figure out a way to tell him that. Your mind is blank, the only thing coursing through it is how his fingers greet your g-spot every time he fucks them into you and how incredible they feel as they drag along your warm, wet walls. Your fingers will never cut it again, you can already tell that.
âYou want another one?â Fuck he needs to stop talking to you like that, like youâre nothing but his little toy, but you know he wonât because he can feel just how much you like it from the way your keep clenching down on his fingers, âyou think you can handle another one baby?â
Youâve no fucking idea. Why the hell does he keep asking you questions?!
He takes your squirming as a yes and gently adds another finger, stretching you open more than youâve ever been and making you throw your head back on the pillow, eyes clamped shut and lip between your teeth.
It stings. It borderline hurts. But he goes slow with it, watching every reaction you have to make sure youâre not in any huge amount of pain. He can tell itâs a little uncomfortable from the way your eyebrows have knitted together like they do when you get a paper cut or something. But the second he sees that fade and your mouth open a little, airy little moans leaving it, he knows he can speed up again.
You can feel your orgasm bubbling already, his fingers fucking you open and repeatedly hitting that spongey spot inside you that you never knew you had until about five minutes ago. His breath his heavy against your neck, he occasionally places a gentle kiss on it but heâs mainly just watching how his fingers disappear inside you.
âShit _____, look at you creaming my fucking fingers. You gonna cum for me?â
You nod and cling to his forearms. Because its all you can do.
His fingers plunge in and out of you, the sound of squelching filling the room as your pussy only gets wetter and wetter the closer you get to your release. When his thumb meets your clit, just rubbing it slightly because his fingers are fucking you too fast to make even the loosest of circles, it proves too much for you.
You clamp down on his fingers so hard that he struggles to even keep moving them, theyâre covered in a milky white ring as you spasm beneath him. Your whole body shaking as electricity courses through you like youâve never experienced before. You always thought it was a myth that orgasms felt different if it was just your clit being stimulated rather than your g spot too. But now you know you were wrong. So wrong.
Your hips grind down onto him, meeting the thrusts of his fingers as you ride out your high, your body tingling and tears falling from how hard it hit you. And Seungcheol can do nothing but stare at you with hungry eyes, fingers slowing slightly as you orgasm ebbs away and his dick twitching against your thigh from how fucking beautiful you look, writhing around underneath him.
It finally hits him, as your body slows, that heâs the only person to ever see this. To ever know how stunning you look as you cum, to have your body like this. And it also hits him just how lucky he is, that you trust and love him so much that youâve let him do this, to be the one that you give something so precious to. That youâve been keeping for all those years.
He loses all sense at that point, he doesnât even let you catch your breath, just smashes his lips into yours hoping that you feel just how much he loves you from how wanton his kiss is.
You hum into it, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer to you. You can feel his hard dick against the inside of your thigh, but you donât care, you just want him close to you, to feel the weight of his body against yours to ground you slightly.
His kiss turns into little pecks, like he doesnât want to disconnect your lips but also wants to see you, to check on you.
âThat was fucking incredible,â you beam at him, beating him to it.
âReally,â a quick kiss on your lips, âI couldnât tell.â
You havenât even got it in you to be mad at his sarcastic comment. Your body is on a high and now youâre back to reality, you very much do care that his hard dick in currently leaking precum all over your thigh.
Your hand twitches to touch him but then it hits you. Youâve never held one. Never felt one. Even that night all those months ago, you didnât feel anything, you just watched him cum. Sure, youâve felt it through his clothes, but youâve never actually done anything more. What if you do it wrong? What ifâŠâŠ
âWhat are you thinking about?â He moves your hair behind your ear, still hovering over you.
âI was g-goingâŠ.â You curse yourself for faltering, heâs going to think youâre such an idiot, âto touch you. But,â you look anywhere but at him, âIâve neverâŠ..I donât want toâŠ.do it wrong?â
âHey,â he makes you look at him, his hand holding your cheek, âdo whatever you want to. Iâm yours. Completely.â
Your heart leaps at that but it doesnât shift the worry about fucking this up.
âI just, I donât know what to do, what you like I mean.â
âI like,â he takes your hand in his, guiding it down towards his throbbing length and closing your hand around it, his on top of yours guiding your movements, âwhatever you do. Because itâs you doing it, just like I always wanted.â
He guides your movements for a couple of strokes but then his hand leaves yours and now itâs just you, with his hard dick in your hand and moving slowly along it. His breath hitches, him taking your nipple into his mouth so you feel his moans against you as well as hear them, as your grip tightens slightly and your movements speed up a little.
Youâre transfixed by him, the way his swollen tip leaks occasionally making the slip easier for your movements, how his body shudders against you when your thumb grazes said tip, wanting to know what the liquid oozing out of it feels like. Your pussy leaks a fresh wave slick when you realise just how big he is, and how heâs going to be buried inside you, the first and last man to ever do it. You can feel every ridge and vein, every breath that hitches as he suckles gently on your nipple.
He raises his head to look at you, his pupils blown and cheeks pink.
âIâm not being pushy, but if youâre going to keep doing that, the whole losing virginity thing is going to have to be put back a little because Iâm about five seconds from cumming.â
Your hand freezes, eyes wide and feeling more than a little proud of yourself. It turns out years of smutty books have paid off.
âReally?â
âYou donât have to look so smug!â he chastises you, though he canât fight of the little smile playing on his lips.
âDo you want to?â
âBaby,â he sits up, hands kneading your thighs, âI want you. I always have. And if youâre ready, then yes, I want to.â
âIâm ready.â
You say it confidently though you both know thereâs a lot of nervous courage behind those words. 29 years youâve waited and 11 of those youâve waited for it to be Seungcheol. Sure, you always thought it would probably be someone else, always presuming Seungcheol never even liked you, let alone loved you. But now itâs happening. Finally. And youâre caught between excitement and fear.
He leans over you to his bedside drawer.
âWait.â
He pulls back a little to look at you, hoping he hasnât moved to quickly.
âCan weâŠâŠNot use a condom? Please?â
Cheolâs eyes widen and panic sets in your mind.                                                                                                                      Â
âWait thatâs stupid, ignore me. You know bestâŠâŠ.sorry.â
â_____,â he kneels back between your legs, the drawer long forgotten. âitâs not stupid. But, youâre sure? Iâm clean, I got tested when we started dating. Are you?......Wait, of course you are.â He rambles on, âI know youâre on birth control but like thereâs still risks. But like I said Iâve been testedâŠâŠâ
âCheol.â His eyes snap to yours, pleased youâve stopped his rambling on.
âI want to know what it feels like. Like really feels like. I want to feel you.â
His breathing is ragged as he stares down you, dick twitching slightly at your admission.
âLean back baby,â he makes sure youâre settled on the pillows, his hands stroking your thighs and spreading them open wider for him.
Your heart is hammering in its cage. This is it. Heâs finally going to take what has always been his.
âI canât believe weâre finally doing this, I love you so fucking much _____, so, so much.â He places featherlight kisses on every bit of skin he can, his lips travel from hip, across your stomach, over your tits until eventually, the eyes you love so much are staring into yours.
âI love you,â you whisper, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
He pulls back a little, lining himself up with you but pauses.
âYouâre certain? You want this?â
Fuck you love this man more than anything. The fact he is being so careful with you, so caring, only makes you love him even more.
âI do,â your hand comes up to play with the short hair at the back of his head, âI want to be yours.â
âOh baby,â he pushes forward a little, his bulbous tip pushing into your aching hole just a little, your whole body vibrating from that first feeling, âyou always have been. Just like Iâve always been yours.â
Your breathing is heavy, his whole tip now inside you making your head spin as your fingers dig into his biceps.
âJust breathe baby,â he coos, fingers coming down to circle your clit just a little meaning he can slip into you just a little further.
You do as he says, taking a deep breath and feeling a little better for it.
âJust breathe,â
âI did.â
âI meant me that time,â his forehead comes to rest against yours, âIâm about three seconds from nutting and Iâm not even halfway in yet.â
You canât help the giggle you let slip.
âDonât do that,â he half complains, half laughs, âyou clench when you fucking giggle.â
âSorry,â you kiss his cheek.
His hips rock, his dick moving deeper and deeper inside you each time, stretching your virgin hole so much that tears start to glide down your cheeks.
Cheol pauses when he notices.
âYou good? Want me toâŠ..â
âDonât stop,â you whine, the pain turning more to pleasure by the second, âjust..keep going.â
âYeah?â he looks down at himself disappearing inside of you. âYou like how my big dick is stretching your tiny little hole open?â
Fuck. Both of your heads are thrown back when his filthy mouth makes you clamp down on him.
âWho knew,â he rocks his hips a little faster, the wetness spilling out of you making it that bit easier, âthat you liked such dirty talk? All these years I thought you were just a hot nerdm and youâre reading about fucking guns and thinking about my big dick fucking you into next week.â
âShit!â you canât help but scream when he finally bottoms out and that last light thrust hits you even deeper than his fingers did, âwhy are you s-so,â you swallow, âfucking b-big?â
You feel like youâve been impaled on something. You always wondered what writers meant when they said someone felt full and now you fucking know. Itâs like heâs moulded your cunt around him. Him sitting so snugly inside of you that itâs like heâs been your missing piece all this time, like youâve been waiting for him to make you whole.
âIâm so big then I can hear you make all those pretty noises when you take my fat dick. Can I move?â he rushes to say, voice strained.
âMm-mm,â you hum, nodding your head.
âTsk,â he pouts, âuse your words baby, if you can sit and read such fucking filth, surely you can say a simple yes or no.â
What the hell does he want from you?! His huge dick is inside you, your mind and body feel like theyâre about to explode and now he wants you to actually form real words?!
âYes.â You whisper.
âSorry,â he nibbles your nipple a little, your pussy fluttering around him letting him know just what he always thought, that you like a little pain, âI didnât quite catch that.â
âYES,â you basically cry, nails digging into his biceps and fresh tears forming in your lust blown eyes.
âWell, thereâs no need to shout,â
You donât get to answer, he pulls back so that just his tip is inside you and then slams, albeit pretty gently still, into your soaked pussy.
âFuck,â you throw your head back, body writing and squirming at the new sensations you feel every time he slams back into you, it getting a little harder each time.
âJesus fucking Christ, you feel incredible baby,â he gets out through a strained voice, his eyes fixed on where your bodies are connected.
You can feel every ridge and vein just like you did when you had him in your hand. But now you feel them as he bullies his way into your eager hole, you feel his thick length drag against your walls as he hits your cervix, heâs that deep inside you. You feel his balls smack into your ass every time he slams into you and it makes your whole head spin. Every little thing is like nothing youâve ever experienced. Itâs like you can focus on every tiny detail but then your mind is so fogged that you also canât form any simple thoughts. Youâre just caught in this limbo where the only thing that matters to you is Seungcheolâs dick and how fucking incredible he feels inside you.
When you finally open your eyes a little, the pain now fully gone and just a wanton need left between your thighs, you manage to take in the sight above you. Seungcheolâs eyebrows are pinched in concentration, his tongue in the side of his cheek as he grunts every time he hits the spongey spot inside you. His eyes never leaving the way his dick looks as his buries it inside you or the way your reward him with any increasing creamy ring around his dick, your pretty pussy showing him how much you need him.
âTurn over,â
âWhat?â you whine.
You canât be without his dick inside you now, not when youâre already so close.
âTurn. Over.â He quickly takes his throbbing length out of you and all but rolls you over himself. âI want to see the way your pretty ass looks when you take my big dick from behind.â
âShit,â you bury your head in the duvet.
âCome on,â he taps your thigh, âass up. Be a good girl for me.â
You might actually die on this bed. Surrounded by hundreds of candles and bouquets of flowers. It can double as a wake you suppose.
He doesnât give you chance to finish your thoughts, and he certainly doesnât give you chance to kneel. Or just yanks you into the position he wants you, presses down on your back so arch for him and slams his dick back into you.
âF-fuck,â you clutch the bed sheets again.
This new angle has him hitting even deeper into you if thatâs even possible. His hips crash into your ass, the sounds of wet skin slapping together drowning out whatever bullshit he had on this playlist as your eyes roll back from how amazing it feels.
His balls hit your clit just a little when he crashes into you, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you back onto his dick to meet his movements.
Your moans mix with his, your sopping pussy leaking all over his balls and your thighs, the wet sounds only adding your arousal. Itâs like a viscous, horny circle. The more you hear the pathetic sounds of pussy squelching every time he fucks himself into you, the wetter you get. And that cycle repeats until youâre balancing perilously close to the edge of your second orgasm of the night.
âYouâre taking me so well baby, just like I always knew you would.â
He pulls you up by your arm, your back meeting his chest, the feeling of his sweaty, sticky pecks and tummy meeting your skin and only adding to your arousal.
He holds you against him, one hand around your waist, keeping you where he wants you and the other moving your hair away from you ear then he can whisper his filth down it.
âFor years,â he grunts, hitting even deeper into you whilst you hold his thighs behind you, because itâs the only thing you can get a good grip of, âIâve thought about this. About ruining your pretty little cunt for everyone else.â
Youâre certain youâre crying though youâve no real idea. Youâre just trying to cling onto your sanity whilst you feel his throbbing length repeatedly smash into your cervix.
âAnd then,â he bites your neck, trying to ground himself a little, âyou tell me youâre a fucking virgin and you expect me to not want to claim this pussy as my own. To not claim you as my own.â
His dick keeps slamming and you keep whining.
âBecause it is mine, isnât it? Youâre mine. Tell me this cunt is mine _____. Tell me and Iâll let you feel what it feels like when my cum hits so deep inside you, that itâll take days to drip out of your tight little hole.â
You have actually died. Itâs the only explanation for why you feel so fucking good but also like youâre at the gates of hell, this fucking devil with a god-like body behind you, whispering more and more shit into your ear that just ruins you even more.
But youâre so fucking close and heâs right, you do want to know what it feels like when he cums inside you.
So, you muster all your strength, every last scrap of sanity in your body.
âI-itâs yours,â you manage to get out.
He doesnât say anything else, just turns your head so he can look at your face as you cum around his dick for the first time and pommels into you, your cunt dripping around him and clenching uncontrollably as you finally cum around him.
Your whole body tenses and shakes in his arms, your head thrown back on his shoulder as a wave much like a tsunami hits you. Youâre cold and hot, torn between pleasure and the constant need to get more as he fucks into you again and again, like your body doesnât know how to react to the pleasure itâs receiving. Your orgasm tips him over the edge, his body stilling a little when he slams you down onto his dick, it twitches inside you as he holds you down and cums so deep inside you that what he said earlier is sure to be true. Your body feels on fire as you feel him empty his balls inside, his body rocking gently as he rides out his high, the thrill of having his cum inside you making yours last just that bit longer.
You never thought it could feel like this, youâre numb yet your body feels like it can feel every tiny thing thatâs happening to it. All you know is, you want more and more of it.
His body stills behind you as he holds you close, both of you breathless and sweaty but bodies still ringing from the pleasure.
âYou good?â he whispers in your ear, placing a gentle kiss just below it.
âIâm great,â you fall forward onto the bed, a big goofy smile on your lips.
You freeze though when you donât hear anything from him and lift your head, with much more effort than it should take, to look at him.
âCheol?â
He doesnât reply, just looks hungrily at your abused pussy as the first drops of him start to ooze out.
He leans forward whilst you frown at him, spreading your ass cheeks so he can see everything.
You watch in horror as leans forward.
âWhat you doing?â you squeal.
âCleaning you up.â
And before you know it you feel his tongue licking every part of your pussy he can.
He canât be serious?! You can barely even move, let alone do anything else! But the way his tongue feels, the first tongue youâve ever felt on your pussy, makes new arousal start to gather already. Your body betraying your sex addled mind.
Once he realises youâre not stopping him, he lies on his stomach, spreads your legs completely, spreads your ass cheeks again so he can truly see his seed seeping out of you, and goes to town. He licks and sucks all over your pussy, swallowing his cum and yours until eventually your pussy drips with fresh essence that only seems to spur him on even more.
He goes between gently sucking on your clit and placing gentle little kisses all over your puffy folds, humming at being able to finally taste you and savour you just how he always wanted to.
You donât move, mainly because youâre not sure that you can, but also due to fact that what heâs doing is bordering on relaxing. His tongue is so soothing, even though heâs bringing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm, you feel totally at peace as his pouty lips gently suckle on your clit.
His tongue flicks gently when heâs finished sucking, your hole seeping more and more as the gentle pressure builds in your stomach again and with a one last gentle lick, your third orgasm washes over you. Itâs gentle, bordering on serine, just a warm buzz sparking through you like his tongue is thanking you for giving him to most precious gift you could. You.
Seungcheol swallows everything you give him, every last drop that leaves your beautiful pussy until eventually he stops and begins kissing his way up your body. Over your ass cheeks, along the small of your back and up onto your shoulder blades until he finally reaches your turned head, and he places a gentle kiss on your cheek.
âThank you,â he whispers in your ear, kissing it softly, âfor trusting me.â Another kiss, âI love you so much.â
âI love you too.â
You lie in Seungcheolâs arms, both of you in the new fluffy robes and freshly showered, as you bite into one of the Belgian chocolates heâd bought for the night. The room is now only lit by six or so candles, Seungcheol having taken a good five minutes to blow them all out before your shower. But itâs lit enough so you get to thoroughly enjoy the look of increasing horror on your boyfriendâs face.
âIâm sorry,â he lowers your kindle, staring down at your mischievous grin, âyouâre trying to say this isnât hardcore porn?â
âNo, itâs a love story. I told you.â
â_____. Heâs just made her lick her own cum off his gun.â
âHEY! Donât fucking ruin it!â you reach for your kindle, but he pulls it out of your reach.
âWhat happened to the sweet innocent girl that was reading Charles Dickens in the library just before Christmas break at university?â
âHow do you remember what I used to read in the library? It was years ago.â
âI remember thinking Iâd have to actually read something to see what made you smile so prettily,â
Your heart flutters, even now you find out little bits of the past that are entirely different from how you remember.
âIf it was Christmas, it was probably A Christmas Carol,â you nod, taking another chocolate off the box on his stomach, âtiny Tim didnât die, it was all very emotional.â
He doesnât answer and you start to feel a little self-conscious when he just watches you eat your chocolate.
âWhat?â You ask slowly, lowering the chocolate from your mouth.
âNothing, I just really love you. Itâs hot when you talk about books.â He shrugs making you giggle.
âI thought I was a nerd.â You challenge.
âOh, you absolutely are,â he pulls you into him, so your head rests on his chest, âbut now youâre my hot, filthy minded, nerd, who I happen to love more than anything.â
âI love you too.â You snuggle into him, hoping to dose happily off to sleep.
What you donât see is Seungcheol picking your kindle back up.
âHm,â his chest hums, you not realising heâs reading out loud just yet, âyou licked my gun so fucking well baby, get on your fucking knees you filthy little whore andâŠâŠâ
âSEUNGCHEOL, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD,â you lunge for the kindle, the chocolates flying everywhere and his cackling laugh filling the room.
You realise two things as you try to wrestle your kindle from him. One. You love him like you didnât think was even possible. And two. Youâre never letting him near your kindle ever again.
Summary: Somebody had been texting you about some group project and kept calling you âCheolâ for three days straight. You told the stranger he probably had the wrong number, but the stranger insisted he had the correct one. With that, the two of you started exchanging things about each other, unaware that neither one of you was as far away from each other as you originally thought.
Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!reader
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, eventual smut, fluff, smidge of angst, romcom, college au, non idol au, best friend!Joshua & Wonwoo, Joshua calls the reader pipsqueak, strangers to friends to lovers, sexting, phone sex, masturbation, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking weed, shotgunning, having sex while high (but it's consensual), protected & unprotected sex, dom!Jeonghan, pussydrunk!Jeonghan, multiple sex scenes, oral sex (f receiving), multiple positions, couch sex, face sitting, they text a LOT, Jeonghan is a horny bastard.
A/N: LOL YOU GUYS THOUGHT I'D POST IT MID MAY. I lied. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this fic, and I'm sorry it took me a month to write... wish me luck for my exams tomorrow, and as always, this is not how I depict the idols in real life! This is fiction!
Word count: 19.1k (I yap too much)
Dividers from @saradika-graphics & @chrisssiren
Your phone had been buzzing every two minutes, a message notification coming from an unsaved number appearing on the top of your screen. Your best friend glanced at the device before looking back at you. âArenât you gonna check whoâs been blaring your messages for the past twenty minutes?â
âWeâre in the lab right now, Shua. Iâm not going to check my phone while Iâm in the middle of perfecting a blood smear. Speaking of which, give me your finger, Iâve jabbed myself enough times already.â
You grabbed his hand only for him to swat yours away with a soft hiss. âTake Wonwooâs hand, Iâm not sacrificing myself for your experiments.â
âItâs a blood smear. Weâre supposed to do this in pairs. And youâre my pair, by the way,â you deadpanned, grabbing your friendâs arm as he whined when you pricked his finger for some blood. You carefully placed the small drop of Joshuaâs blood into the glass slide, grabbed the second slide and placed it at a 45-degree angle before your phone buzzed again, causing you to lose your focus and fail to do your task once more.
Taking a deep breath, you tried not to crash out and scream as you grabbed your phone, unlocked it, and checked your messages from the unknown number.
???: Cheol.
???: Cheol, check this out.
???: [sent 1 attachment]
???: I got sushi from that one place just outside campus. I was thinking we could go.
???: Cheooooooooooooooool
???: dude, stop ignoring me đ
You: Iâm not Cheol, and you have the wrong number.
???: Thereâs no way youâre not Cheol. This is literally the number he gave me.
You: You mustâve saved the wrong number then. Please stop texting me.
???: Why?
You: Uhhh, because Iâm not your friend?
???: I mean, we could be :))Â
You snorted at the logic the stranger you were texting was showing. Glancing around, you continued to text the unknown number while your PI was busy with other undergrads.
You: How?
You: For all you know, I could be a 64-year-old creep.
???: You see, you wouldnât be saying that if you were actually that old.
???: Plus, no old man would be able to text as quickly as you do.
You: Fair enough.
You: Still, you donât know me, and you shouldnât really be spamming a random personâs number.
???: I thought you were my friend, so đ€·
???: Anyway, new friend!
???: What are you up to?
You: Iâm in a lab right now, actually.
???: As in youâre a scientist?
You: Undergrad in the Biology department.
You: How about you?
???: Now, now⊠It wonât be fun if I reveal everything about myself now, will it?
You: Youâre so strange.
You: Iâm gonna block you now. Nice meeting you, stranger.
???: WAIT WAIT
???: Iâm a journalism major. Iâm assuming weâre from the same uni?
You: Why would you assume that?
???: Idk, hunch.
You: Okay⊠I need to go. I donât want to get in trouble with my PI.
???: Does that mean you wonât block me?
You: Iâll think about it.
You turned off your phone, shaking your head as you grabbed Joshuaâs arm again. âOne more time.â
âYou pricked my finger in the same spot like four times! How consistent can you be?!â Joshua complained as he held his âtorturedâ finger, as he called it, after you had pricked him four more times during lab. The two of you were walking from the lab towards the exit of the Biology department building to grab lunch at your usual hangout spot, which was the campus cafeteria.
As you shrugged, you shook your head at your best friend and his antics. Your thoughts were too preoccupied with the stranger whom you had texted earlier, wondering what they were up to at the current moment. Deciding to pull out your phone, you checked if they had texted you, but there was nothing.
âWaiting for prince charming to message you?â Joshua peered over your shoulder, which he immediately regretted when you elbowed him.
âI donât even know if heâs a guy or not.â You rolled your eyes as you pocketed your phone, walking ahead as your friend followed.Â
Joshua grabbed your phone from your pocket with ease, unlocked it, and checked your messages. âTotally a guy. No girl would message like this.â
âHow do you know?â You muttered as you snatched your phone back from your best friend, smacking him gently as you looked through the messages again. He was right. A girl would typically not text like this, and it was just pretty obvious that a guy was texting you, but you didnât want to assume.
The two of you continued to banter until you got to the cafeteria to meet up with Wonwoo, who had to leave earlier because of a student council meeting. Once all of you had your food, you sat down by the windows and placed your trays on the table. Thatâs when your phone buzzed, prompting you to check, only to get disappointed when it was an email from your professor about your data analysis report for Statistics.
Wonwoo raised his eyebrow at Joshua, who just shrugged with a fond smile before digging into his food. You noticed the glance your four-eyed friend was giving you and gave up on staying quiet.
âA random number kept texting me these past three days,â you grumbled, taking a bite out of your food. Chewing and swallowing, you continued, âAnd I just replied to them today during lab.â
Wonwoo raised his brows, intrigued by your situation before speaking. âSo⊠You just ignored them for three days straight?â
â...yes?â You sounded uncertain as Wonwoo hummed, thinking before shaking his head. âWhat? You thought of something, tell me!â
âNo, nothing. I just thought it was strange that youâd ignore them rather than just block them.â He shrugged, and you blinked at his words, realising what he meant.
Right. You usually did block random numbers, but that was when they called! And this guy did not call, so you didnât feel obligated to block him. Plus, you were pretty curious about the mysterious texter who wanted to âbefriendâ you.
âDo we know any journalism majors?â You suddenly blurted out, causing Joshua to look at you with a cocked eyebrow.
âUh, Seungcheol is a journalism major with his friendâwhat was his nameâŠâ he muttered, trying to recall the name of Seungcheolâs friend. âI donât remember his name, but why?â
You shook your head, trying to dismiss Joshuaâs growing suspicions. âNothing, nothing⊠Itâs just that he said we might be from the same uni.â
Joshua groaned at that, and you knew what that sound meant. You chuckled awkwardly, knowing it was probably a bad idea to meet up with this person without getting to know them first, but hey, at least you were trying to socialise, right?
âYou are not going to meet him! What if heâs some serial killer?â You rolled your eyes at your friendâs tendency to exaggerate everything, but Wonwoo seemed to agree with him. A sigh left your lips before raising your hands, as if to say you were forfeiting the idea. For now.
âYou should get to know this guy first before meeting him. Stranger danger and all,â Wonwoo murmured while cutting his pork katsu into bite-sized pieces. âWe donât want you to get into unnecessary danger.â
Your eyes softened at your friend, understanding that they were only looking out for you. Taking another bite of your food, your phone buzzed once more. Expecting another email, you unlocked your phone only to see that the unknown number sent you a picture.
???: [sent 1 attachment]
???: Lunch đ
You: Huh.
???: What?
You: We are from the same uni, after all.
???: So, my hunch proves to be correct!
???: What are you up to?
You: I'm also in the campus cafeteria, with some friends.
???: OoOoh
You: ??
???: Nothing, nothing.
???: I'd say let's meet, but that's a little too early for that đ
You: My friends and I were actually just talking about that.
You: Stranger danger, so⊠what's your name?
???: Wouldn't you like to know? What's yours?
You bit your lower lip as you looked up from your phone to check any students in the surrounding vicinity who were on their phonesâalmost everyone. A sigh left your lips before you typed out your name and hit send.
???: Cute name
???: I'm Jeonghan. At your humble service.
You: Jeonghan, huh? You know I could just search you up in the student files on the uni website, right?
Jeonghan: But what would be the fun in that, sweets?
You: âsweetsâ?
Jeonghan: You sound sweet, so sweets đ€·đ»
Jeonghan: Anyway, let's set up some rules!
You: For what???
Jeonghan: Since we're from the same uni and all, we're bound to bump into each other.
You: The journalism department and biology department are on opposite ends of campus.
Jeonghan: We could share classes, you never know, sweets.
Jeonghan: Anyways, rules! One, you're forbidden from searching me up on the school website and vice versa. It's more fun if we don't know what we look like for now.
Jeonghan: Two, no asking around people on campus if they know who we are. That'd be cheating.Â
Jeonghan: Three, we update each other on our day-to-day to get to know each other better until we're ready to meet. And wanting to meet needs to be mutual, so if one doesn't want to, we can't meet.
You: So, you want this to be like a game?
Jeonghan: Kind of? It'll be fun :)
Jeonghan: So, what do you say, sweets?
You: What if I say no?
Jeonghan: Then I will never text you again, and we will go on with our lives as strangers.
Jeonghan: But I know you're interested, so please say yes.
You: Whatever, sure.
Jeonghan: Perfect. I knew I could count on you đ
You: Don't ever send that emoji again, or I'm blocking you.
Jeonghan: Got it đ«Ą
âHaving fun texting the stranger?â You almost jumped out of your seat when Joshua spoke up, prompting you to smack him.
âHis nameâs Jeonghan.â You glanced back at your screen to check if he had sent anything else, but there was just a gif with confetti. A soft snort left your mouth at that before you shook your head. âHe's strange, but I'm only a human, and humans get curious.â
Joshua rolled his eyes, finishing his lunch as he stole a fry from your tray. âJust eat your food, you've been texting the guy for the past ten minutes. We have Statistics after this.â
A groan left your lips at that, disliking Statistics out of all of your lectures for the day. You'd rather have lab all day with your strict PI rather than Statistics with your notoriously annoying professor. You finished your lunch quickly and said goodbye to Wonwoo, who had a different lecture from you and Joshua.
âWho's got you smiling like that, dude?â Seungcheol sat across from Jeonghan as the latter cleared his throat before pocketing his phone.
âNo one, what are you talking about?â Jeonghan shoved a couple of fries into his mouth, pretending like he wasn't just giggling to himself like some moron after texting you. His best friend raised his eyebrows, unimpressed as he sighed.
âYou were texting her, weren't you?â Seungcheol noted the way Jeonghan glanced away, neck and ears burning as he sighed. âDude, I gave you her number so you could introduce yourself! Not that you could convince her you had the wrong number.â
âI did introduce myself, kind ofâŠâ Jeonghan muttered, looking back at Seungcheol with a pleading glance. âI made this whole thingâI'll get to know her through texting, and we'll meet each other once we're readyââ
âOr you could just stop complicating this for yourself and introduce yourself to her like a normal human being?â Seungcheol deadpanned, crossing his arms as Jeonghan groaned. Only if it were that simple.
Jeonghan didn't have the guts to approach you and talk to you as he usually would with other people. He wasn't sure why, but something was stopping him from acting like himselfâmaybe it was because he didn't want to give you the wrong first impression? He couldn't figure it out, but what he did want was to get to know you better, and this was one way to do it.
He was so surprised when Seungcheol mentioned that he knew you, having taken some classes together during freshman year. He was even more surprised when Seungcheol told him he had your number. That's what got him into the situation he was inâtexting you without you knowing that he was just one person away.
âSeriously, Hannie⊠She'll like you. You're funny, and she's a simple soul, she's practical, and if you play your cards right, she might agree on a date.â Seungcheol looked at his best friend with a sympathetic smile, but Jeonghan was convinced his way was better.
And he'd go through with this plan until he was ready to actually reveal himself.
Statistics was as boring as ever, but you promised yourself you'd actually focus this semester. While writing down your notes in your notebook, you couldn't help but feel someone's gaze on you. You turned your head in the direction you could feel the gaze from, and met someoneâs eyes before they hurriedly looked away. Strange.
Thatâs when you noticed the person he was sitting next to. Seungcheol.
You turned back to your notes, curious about the guy sitting next to the friend you had made during freshman year. They were both probably journalism majors, so maybe they knew Jeonghan. Not like you could askâit was a part of the rules of the game your next textmate decided to make up.
When the lecture ended, you decided to walk up to Seungcheol and his friend, telling Joshua to go ahead, and that youâd catch up with him later.Â
âHey, SeungcheolâŠâ You greeted awkwardly, not having seen him in quite some time due to your busy schedule.Â
The man in front of you immediately perked up when you came up to him, greeting you back with a hug. âHey, itâs been a while! This is my friend JeonghanâaughâŠâ
âHe meant Jung Han. My nameâs Han. Hi,â Jeonghan murmured after elbowing his friend in the rib before shaking your hand with a smile. You gave him a small one back, letting go of his hand after a beat.
âNice to meet you, Han. I guess, uhm⊠Iâll see you guys around? I still have to head to the lab to check on my samplesââ
âHannie can walk you there! He has, uh, he has a class not too far from there, yeah.â Seungcheol nudged Jeonghan forward, making you blink at both of them. You werenât really against the idea, and Jeonghan was quite the looker.
You decided and hummed, nodding. âYeah, sure. Why not?â
The two of them looked at each other, as if they were communicating with each other telepathically, before Jeonghan smiled at you and offered his arm. âShall we?â
The bold action caused you to snort and take his arm, telling yourself that you could get out of your comfort zone just this once.
âSo, Han,â you started, and he hummed, looking down at you as the two of you walked arms linked with each other. âHowâd you and Seungcheol meet each other?â
âHmm, I think it was kindergarten. Why?â He asked back, and you just shrugged, seeming to be curious about the guy you were currently walking with. Jeonghan had this charm to him that you couldnât place, but he seemed to be a little awkward, even when he was just walking with you.
You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to ask questions you normally wouldnât have. Jeonghan was just that type of guy youâd want to actually get to know for some reason. Usually, you wouldnât even be this touchy with a person you just met, putting them at armâs length, but he just made it a bit easier to open up to.Â
So, you talked. Asked questions about him like the curious researcher you were, noting everything down mentally as you listened.
When you got in front of the Biology department building, you unlinked your arm from his before smiling. âThis is me⊠Thanks for walking me here. You really didnât have to.â
âNah, it was my pleasure. It was fun talking to you, sweeâI mean, uhh⊠yeah, fun talking to you.â He scratched the back of his ear, giving you an awkward chuckle. âSee you around!âÂ
Jeonghan gave you a salute before he turned and hurriedly walked away. You faltered, wanting to call out for him to ask for his number, but he was already out of earshot. A soft sigh left your lips before you decided to head into the building to check on your precious samples in the lab with a giggle.
âStop fucking giggling like an evil scientist,â Joshua muttered from behind you as he smacked you with his clipboard. You frowned, rubbing the back of your head as you glared at your best friend. âSo, who was the guy you had your arms linked with~?âÂ
You rolled your eyes, knowing Joshua would want to know about what he saw. âNothing, Seungcheol offered him to walk me, and I agreed.â
âJust like that? You? Agree for some guy to walk you all across campus?â He raised an eyebrow, and you sighed. âWhatâs the guyâs name?â
âJung Han,â you murmured, and Joshuaâs eyes widened.
âJeonghan? Like the guy youâre texting?â
âNo, noâJung Han. Two separate people. His nameâs Han.â You explained, and your best friend made an âOâ shape with his mouth before furrowing his brows and grumbling to himself. âWhat?â
âI was sure Seungcheolâs friendâs name was Jeonghan, though, but eh, I mustâve misheard.â Joshua tilted his head to the side, clicking his tongue softly before dragging you into the lab room, where a few people were already conducting their research in their own workbenches. You didnât linger on your friendâs words, focusing on the bacterial samples you had in the small lab refrigerator instead.
Twenty minutes into conducting research and writing your thesis, your phone buzzed, distracting you from your task as you glanced at the device before looking back at your laptop. You contemplated whether it was worth getting distracted, glancing around as Joshua seemed to be preoccupied with sending you random memes on Instagram. So, you decided to abandon writing your thesis to check whatever Joshua mightâve sent you before seeing a message from Jeonghan.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan: The sunsetâs pretty.
Jeonghan: Like you probably.
You: Are you flirting with me?
Jeonghan: uhhhhhhhhh
Jeonghan: If I am, would you let me?
You: I donât know.
Jeonghan: wdym you donât know? :(Â
You: If you send me one more sunset pic, Iâll consider saying yes.
Jeonghan: [sent 7 attachments]
Jeonghan: Are these enough?
You stifled a giggle, covering your mouth before replying to his message. You found Jeonghan entertaining, so you indulged in whatever he was trying to do.
You: Youâre weird, you know that?
Jeonghan: Yes, youâve called me strange before, I know
You: [sent 1 attachment]
You: Iâm in the lab conducting research right now.
You: Lowkey bored :// My best friend keeps sending me reels instead of helping me.
Jeonghan: Thatâs cute
Jeonghan: The Sanrio sticker on your laptop, I mean
Jeonghan: Whoâs your fav character?
You: Cinnamoroll.
Jeonghan: Noted đ
You: For what?
Jeonghan: Thatâs a surprise for the future, sweets.
You: What if I donât like surprises? What then?
Jeonghan: Ehhh, I think that you do like surprises, youâre just trying to throw me off my game
Jeonghan: But that wonât work! Because I can foresee the future.
You: And that future is?
Jeonghan: You and me on a date :)
You: Right. Iâm blocking you.
Jeonghan: NOâ WAIT PLEASE
Jeonghan: I was too forward. I apologise.
Jeonghan: One more chance, I beg of you, sweets.
Jeonghan: No date. Unless you change your mind.
Jeonghan: Sweets?
You decided to leave him on read with that, wanting to cackle to yourself. Instead, you settled with a slightly off-putting giggle, prompting the people around you to send you side glances, which also happened to be your best friend. Joshua threw a pipette at you, hitting you square in the forehead, pulling you out of your weird state.
âStop giggling to yourself like that, weirdo. Youâre creeping me out.â
You flipped him off, grumbling to yourself as you dove back into your research with a soft smile on your lips when you glanced at the Cinnamoroll sticker on your laptop.
It was late when you got back home to your apartment, tiptoeing inside so as not to wake your roommateâMinghaoâup. It had been a long day, and you were exhausted, so instead of scurrying to your bedroom, you crashed on the leather couch you and Hao had bought last year, deciding to invest in a good couch instead of keeping the old, ratty one that was provided by your landlord.
Your phone buzzed, surprising you. It was 1:04 AM. Why was he still up? You unlocked your device and pressed the notification.
Jeonghan: u still up?
You: Why are you up?
Jeonghan: Couldn't sleep đ€·đ»
Jeonghan: You?
You: Just got back from the lab.
You: I worked on my thesis and didn't realise it was late.
Jeonghan: Ahhhh, I see..
Jeonghan: Do you wanna play 20 questions?
You raised your eyebrow at that, sitting up and leaning against the backrest as you thought about it. Jeonghan was a complete stranger to youâbut you just continued indulging him because he was interesting. You thought about the other Jeonghanâor Jung Han, as he insisted, but you couldn't really take it seriously. Probably coincidental that they had the same name.
You: What the hell, why not?
You: Who starts?
Jeonghan: You can :)
You: Were you serious about that date?
Jeonghan: Oho, straight to the hard questions, huh? I can't say I don't like it.
Jeonghan: Maybe⊠Why?
Jeonghan: U interested? đ
You: Those two count as two separate questions, so I'll answer them and get two questions myself.
You: Nothing in particular, I was just wondering if you were serious or not, and no, I'm not interested. Not yet anyway.
You: Whatâs your favourite colour?
Jeonghan: đ
Jeonghan: Woah, woahâ backtrack, little lady
Jeonghan: wdym ânot yetâ??
You: I don't know you, so.
Jeonghan: Fair enough..
Jeonghan: Oh, and my favourite colour is black.
You: Hm.. why would you want to go out with me? You don't even know what I look like.
Jeonghan: Does it matter if I do?
Jeonghan: Don't count that as an actual question; it was rhetorical
Jeonghan: And to answer your questionâwhy not? You're interesting, and I find texting you quite fun, even when you threaten to block me or text like a robot sometimes.
You: I do not text like a robot! đĄ
Jeonghan: Sorry to break it to you, sweets, but you do, painfully so. But it's part of the charm that tugs me towards you đ
You: Your turn.
Jeonghan: Right. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Jeonghan: Oh! What's your favourite movie?
You: I, uh⊠27 dresses. And How to Lose a Man in 10 days. Both romcoms, yes.
Jeonghan: That's cute
Jeonghan: Will be sure to watch them and tell u what I think about them
You: What are your hobbies?
Jeonghan: Hmmm.. Thatâs a difficult question. But I like playing football (not the American one, I'm a little too unqualified for that), sleeping and taking care of my pet rock ^^
You: You have a pet rock?
Jeonghan: That's two questions, sweetheart, but yeah, I do.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan: Its name is Doljjong :)
You: That'sâŠ
You: Thatâs cute.
Jeonghan: Thanks
Jeonghan: How about you? What are your hobbies?
You bit your lower lip at that, contemplating whether or not to share something so close to your heart with a stranger. Deciding not to linger on it, you typed out your answer.
You: I like to read.
Jeonghan: Just that?
You: And, uh, I guess I like to draw sometimes.
Jeonghan: Okay, okay, cool
Jeonghan: Can I ask a more personal question?
You: Uh, sure.
Jeonghan: Do you have a boyfriend?
You: No.
Jeonghan: Why not?
You: Too busy.
Jeonghan: Would you like to have one then?
You: Good night, Jeonghan.
Jeonghan: Worth a shot
Jeonghan: Night, sweets.
You sighed, chickening out before the questions got too intense, not wanting to reveal too much, too soon. Your cheeks couldn't help but warm at the incessant flirting from Jeonghan, unsure why he was so interested in your love life when he barely knew you.
âHe's so weirdâŠâ You muttered to yourself as you lay back down on the couch.
âWhoâs weird?â You shot back up when you heard Minghaoâs voice, seeing him getting a bottle of water from the fridge.
You shook your head, dismissing his question with a wave of your hand. âNothing, just muttering to myself.âÂ
That seemed to satisfy Minghao's fleeting curiosity as he padded back to his room, leaving you alone once more, your head hitting one of the throw pillows while you thought about your new contact and Jung Han.
âSeriously, youâve been texting the guy for five days now, and you're thinking about meeting him already?â
Joshua shook his head, still disapproving of the idea of you meeting your phone pen pal. You had been texting Jeonghan for almost a week, and you enjoyed talking to him more often than you didn't. You found yourself liking his free personality, the way he seemed to just be himself through the phone, open with you as he shared little moments of his life without revealing too much. And you did the same; you gave him a piece of your peaceful life, sharing small stories about your experiences at the lab or just talking about your day-to-day, just like you agreed upon.
You found yourself truly befriending the guy who accidentally texted your number.
A groan left Joshuaâs lips as he sighed. âGive it more time, get to know him better before you actually agree to something serious. I don't want you coming home crashing out because he wasn't the guy you expected him to be.âÂ
âWhat guy?â You suddenly hear a voice behind you, turning to see none other than Jeonghan Han. Your expression seemed to change when you saw him, your face a little brighter as he sat down beside you.
âOh, uh, nothing. Just the guy Iâve been texting.â You shrugged as he rested his arm around the backrest of your chair before stealing a fry from your tray.Â
You and Jeonghan had also been spending some time with each other, getting to know each other as you talked through Instagram DMs. He sent you funny memes and made sure to remind you to drink water. He was friendly and charming, but not in the same way as the Jeonghan youâve been texting over the phone.
Jeonghan felt bad for lying to you like this, wanting to come clean, but he was in way too deep within his two personas he was showingâthe strange charmer over the phone, aka the real him, and whatever this âJung Hanâ persona was. It was baffling how you couldnât connect the dots. He shook it off as he glanced at you with the usual look he always sent your wayâyearning and admiring. Even Joshua could notice it, your best friend clearing his throat and coughing.
âIâll leave you two alone. I donât feel like third-wheeling. See you during lab.â Joshua got up from his seat, giving the two of you a wave before leaving with his tray. Jeonghan chuckled awkwardly at that, while you just hummed and continued eating your food in soft silence.
âTell me about that guy youâre texting.â Jeonghan suddenly blurted out, prompting you to pause and look at him. He seemed curious, his eyes darting around before looking back at you.Â
âI⊠I mean, heâs nice. I like talking to him. Heâs a little strange, but I guess thatâs the part of his charm,â you murmured, smiling as you took a bite of your food, chewing and swallowing before continuing, âHeâs asked me out about three times, but I turned him down since itâs only been five days. But we do have a few things in common.â
âYeah? Like what?â Jeonghanâs heart seemed to clench at how enthusiastically you talked about him to him, feeling jealous of his own self for knowing more about you and not being able to voice it out. It was ridiculous.
âI know I shouldnât want to meet up with him, but I really want to. I want to see him and talk with him about all the things I talked about. Do you⊠Do you get what I mean?â You fidgeted with the napkin on your tray, glancing at Jeonghan as he nodded. You didnât seem to notice how he tensed up, his jaw clenching before he relaxed.
Jeonghan then decided to tuck a few strands of hair away from your face, making you blink and flush when he leaned in. âYou like him that much?â He sounded a bit hurt, eyes softening as he continued, âWhat about me?â
âWhâwhat about you?â You mustered out, not moving away as his fingers found your shoulder, gently touching.
âNothing, nevermindâŠâ He chuckled, but it sounded strained as he moved back, ruffling your hair. âI have a lecture soon, pretty, Iâll see you later, okay?â
You faltered, confused as he got up and grabbed his bag, leaving you all alone at your table, your thoughts filled with nothing but his words. What about me?
Jeonghan wanted to scream into his pillowâwell, Seungcheolâs pillow. He was currently in his best friendâs dorm at Beta Sigma Tauâs fraternity house. They were supposed to be writing an article about some topic Jeonghan had already forgotten, focused on his phone instead.
âYou should just tell her, man. Stop being a wimp.â His best friend turned to Jeonghan as he sighed at his whining.
âI tried, Cheol⊠But something in me just flaked out, and I couldnât bring myself to break it to her. What if she hates me for it?â He sat up, hugging the pillow as he checked your messagesâboth on Instagram and on his number. Nothing. He wondered if you had figured it out and decided to actually block himâ
Ding!
Jeonghan immediately unlocked his phone to see that you had sent him a picture.
He almost fainted on the spot.
It was you in a pretty, baby blue sundress that ended at your mid-thigh, the sleeves puffy, making you look like a modern-day princess. Your face was covered by your phone, obviously not wanting to reveal it yet, even if he knew what you looked like, but this was the first time youâd sent anything remotely involving your looks.
You: Does this dress look okay?
Jeonghan: Yes.
You: Woah, thatâs a serious response.
Jeonghan: Sorry, I was just so uh
Jeonghan: Surprised, ig?
Jeonghan: But you look very pretty, sweets
Jeonghan: Are... are you going on a date, mayhaps?
You: Maybe.
You: Jk, Iâm not, I just wanted to know what you thought of the dress.
Jeonghanâs heart almost dropped when he saw that first message, before you followed it up with the second one. He didnât realise he was holding in his breath as he let it out, making Seungcheol side-eye him, but he was too focused on texting you.
Jeonghan: I think the dress is lovely
Jeonghan: Will you wear it on our first date?
You: Maybe.
Jeonghan: You and your âmaybeâs, just say yes or no, baby
You: Pffft
You: Ask me out again.
Jeonghan: Are you fr right now?
You: If you donât do it in the next 10 seconds
Jeonghan: Sweets, sweetheart, will you go out on a date with me?
You: Yes.
Jeonghan got up from Seungcheolâs bed, startling his best friend as he re-read your answer before screaming, âSHE SAID YESââ
âWhat?â Seungcheol grimaced when Jeonghanâs voice cracked as the latter started jumping around like some madman.
âShe said yes, dude, Iâm going out on a date with herâfuck.â
He ran his fingers through his hair, already thinking of the plethora of things he wanted to do before coming up with a whole idea of where to bring you and whatnot.
This was going to be the perfect date.
Your heart was beating out of your chest. You said yes. You said yes. To a date with Jeonghan, a stranger you just met five days ago. Usually, your instincts told you to run in the opposite direction, but this time, it was telling you not to run away. Like this was meant to happen.
The two of you had agreed that youâd see each other on Saturday, which was four days away, giving the two of you some time to prepare. Prepare for what exactly? You werenât sure, but you definitely needed the time.
You were currently on your way home, listening to music as you managed to bump into Jeonghan. He seemed as surprised as you were; his face was slightly flushed as if he was in a rush. He murmured your name as you took your headset off.
âHeyââ
âHiââ
The two of you said in unison as you paused and smiled with a soft giggle. Jeonghan scratched the back of his earâsomething he did when he was nervous, as you noted a couple of days prior.Â
You spoke up first, your expression full of wonder. âWhere were you headed from?â
âOhâuh, from Cheolâs place. We were supposed to do this one article, but I forgot the topic.â He chuckled, standing there as he put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. âIâm guessing you were going home from the lab?â
âBingo.â You did finger guns, also pocketing your hands into your jacket. Your thoughts lingered on that moment you had in the cafeteria earlier that day, but you didnât bother mentioning it.
Jeonghan seemed to hesitate, but spoke up after a beat, âDo you want to come over to my place?â
He blurted out, prompting you to pause. You checked your watch before looking at him apologetically. âIâm sorry, but Iâm running late. My roommate wants me to eat dinner with him and his friends. Weâre having Chinese. Maybe next time, though?â
âOhâuh, yeah, sureâŠâ Jeonghan smiled, hiding his disappointment and understanding that you had prior plans. Thatâs when he remembered about the party that was going to be hosted at Seungcheolâs fraternity.
âHey, wait,â he managed to grab your wrist before you could leave. âThereâs a party at CheolâI mean Seungcheolâs fraternity this Friday.â
You blinked at him, pursing your lips slightly before cracking a soft smile. âIâm not really the partying type, Han.â
âIâI know! But we donât have to stay downstairs. Iâm sure Seungcheol wonât mind if we stay in his room. We could play Uno, or something.â He rubbed his neck, looking at you hopefully.Â
You thought about it for a second before sighing softly and nodding, âYeah, Iâll go. Just donât leave me alone there, alright? Iâm sacrificing my precious Friday lab plans for this.â You joked as Jeonghan let go of your wrist, letting you leave as he found himself groaning when you were out of earshot.
You, on the other hand, were groaning for another reason. Not only were you sacrificing your precious time at the lab, but you were also juggling between two guys at this point! You felt guilty, but at the same time, it wouldnât hurt to go, right? You were going there as his friend.
Shaking your head, you decided to stop thinking about it as you headed back to your apartment so you could eat with Minghao, Jun, and Soonyoung.
âIâm home!â You shouted from the front door as you slipped your shoes off, padding over to the kitchen to see Minghao cooking, while Jun and Soonyoung were trying to beat your record in Mario Kart in the living room. You could smell the aroma of the food Hao was cooking, going over to the stove before grabbing a spoon from one of the drawers and trying the soup.Â
Your roommate smacked your hand before you could grab another bite of the meat. âItâs not done yet, you impatientââ
Soonyoung, who called your name from the couch, cut Minghao off from cursing you out, and you smiled innocently at him before heading over to where your roommateâs friend was. âI beat your record! Give me the crown!â
âOh yeah? Watch me beat your recordââ You were about to grab the console from him when your phone buzzed. It was Jeonghan. An involuntary smile formed on your lips as you sat down on the armchair, not too far from the couch, before unlocking your phone. Soonyoung looked at Minghao, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan: I miss you, sweets
You: Are you in the bath, Jeonghan?
Jeonghan: Uhhhhhh
Jeonghan: Yes?
You: IâOkayâŠ
You: Also, you canât miss me.
Jeonghan: Why not?
You: We havenât met yet?
Jeonghan: I can miss my future girl, yk
You: Bold of you to assume Iâll be your future girl.
Jeonghan: You already agreed to go out with me.
Jeonghan: No take-backsies
You: Yeah, yeah. I know.
You: Have you planned out the date or�
Jeonghan: Ofc I have, sweetheart
Jeonghan: Donât worry your pretty little head abt it
You: If you say so.
You: I trust you.
You then contemplated whether or not to tell him about the party he Han invited you to. Shrugging, you decided to tell him, not thinking much of it.Â
You: Also⊠Thereâs this party Iâm going to.
Jeonghan: Oh?
Jeonghan: My sweet geek is going to a party?
You: I am, yes. Surprising.
You: A friend invited me, so.
You: Would you like to come?
Three dots appeared and disappeared as Jeonghan typed, making you feel anxious. Was it a good idea to invite him when you were supposed to hang out with the person who invited you? You shook your head, focusing when Jeonghan finally replied to your message.
Jeonghan: Sorry, sweets, but Iâll be busy this Friday ://
Jeonghan: As much as I wanna meet you faster, Iâd rather see you during our date, having fun instead of getting wasted
You: Valid point.
Jeonghan: I do hope you have fun with your friend though :))
You: I mean⊠weâre probably going to his friendâs room and play Uno or something since Iâm not a party person.
Jeonghan: So your friend is a him.Â
Jeonghan: Cool.
You: Jeonghan, itâs not like that.
Jeonghan: đ
You: Jeonghan, you canât be serious.
Jeonghan: MY FUTURE GIRL IS ALREADY CHEATING ON ME đ
You: I AM NOT.
Jeonghan: Gotcha
Jeonghan: You agreed that youâre my future girl đ
You: Iâm literally gonna block you.
Jeonghan: No you wonât <3
You sighed and shook your head, unable to stop yourself from smiling as Soonyoung gently nudged you with his foot. âYah, why are you smiling like that? Itâs creeping me outâHao, why is she smiling like that?â
âSheâs got a boyfriend.â Minghao rolled his eyes as you glared at your roommate. âTell me I'm wrong.â
âHe's not my boyfriend!â You argued, huffing softly as your roommate scoffed out a laugh.
âRight, and you donât text him almost every day when you have free time.â He deadpanned, causing you to groan and threaten to throw a pillow at him before he sent you a glare back. âPlus, you bought that new dress when we went out, which means that youâre probably going to meet him soonâIâm presuming Saturday?â
âIââ You sputtered before clenching your jaw, kind of expecting this from Minghao. He just knew things, forces of the universe or whatever. Before you could even linger on the fact that he knew about your date, Soonyoung and Jun were tackling each other over the last pocky stick.
When dinner was ready and served on the table, the four of you dug in, but not before you took a picture of it and sent it to Jeonghan Hanâs DMs.
You: Alright, I've got to go, my roommate is glaring at me.
You turned off your phone before you could see Jeonghanâs reply, and avoided eye contact with Minghao before he spoke up again. âWho did you send the picture to?â
âHan from JournalismâŠâ You grumbled, and your roommateâs eyebrow cocked in confusion.
âYou mean Yoon Jeonghan?â He asked, and you shot him a puzzled look. âThatâs the only Han I know from Journalism. You know, Seungcheolâs friend?â
That made you pause. Jeonghan. Han. Seungcheol. Cheol. Cogs turned in your brain until everything clicked. Han was Jeonghan. You agreed to go on a date with the same person who asked you if you wanted to go to a party with him. Thatâs why he declined your invitation.
You groaned at not being able to realise it sooner, but you didnât want to do anything about it for now. Jeonghan mustâve had his reasons to keep this from you, so you let it be for the time being.Â
You got up from your seat, Jun perking up and furrowing his brows slightly. âDid Hao say something wrong?â
âOhâno, I just figured something out,â you murmured, tilting your head slightly as you muttered to yourself. Before Soonyoung could add anything, your roommate shushed him.
âLeave her be, she probably figured something out about Jeonghan.â
You decided to call Joshua about this about three hours later. It was lateâ11:09 pmâand you couldnât sleep. You were wearing a face mask, typing along on your laptop, when your best friend answered your call, also in the middle of his skin care routine.
âJesus Christ, I thought you were a ghost,â he muttered, and you rolled your eyes at his eccentric comparison. âWhat is this about? You said it was important, but you just seemed bothered by something.â
âJeonghan is Han,â you mumbled, and your best friend made a face, not being able to understand you.
âWhat? Can you repeat that? You literally mumbled it, and Iâm not Superman, by the way.â He sassed, putting on his moisturiser. âJeonghan is who?â
You explained everything to Joshua, filling him in on everything, and by the time you were done with your rambling, your best friend was done with his skincare routine, and you were removing your sheet mask.
âThatâs a lot to unpack, pipsqueak.â He sighed, shaking his head as he sat down on his office chair, propping his phone up against something while probably opening his laptop to write his thesis, just like you. âWhat do you wanna do about it?â
âI donât know! I mean, I like him, but which one is the real him, you know?â You groaned softly as you buried your face into your hands without realising what you had just said.
âWait, go back. What did you say?â
âWhich oneâs the real himâ?â You looked at your phone screen, confused.
âNo, dumbass, the other thing.â
âThat I likedâoh. Oh.â You finally got what he meant, realising that you liked Jeonghan.Â
You werenât sure which version of him you liked more, but you liked him all the same. It made you realise that in the past few days, youâve known Jeonghan as Seungcheolâs friend and as your phone pen pal, youâve liked talking to both versions of him. The awkward dork side and the more flirty side of him.
âSo, what are you gonna do about it?â Joshua repeated himself, looking at you with a knowing smile.
âIâm gonna go to that party and tell him how I feel?â You sounded unsure, feeling your insecurities grow. Jeonghan knew what you looked like all this time, but you still felt like you werenât going to be enough for him. You also felt a bit betrayed at the fact that he knew who you were, but you didnât know who he wasânot fully anyway. But that didnât really matter right now, your priorities set on the fact that youâd confront him during your date and not during the party, not wanting to ruin your chances with Jeonghan by cornering him.
Joshua noticed your conflicted expression and sighed. âYouâre going to spiral if you overthink this, pips. And damn right youâre gonna tell him how you feel. If you get cold feet, you have to buy me those Prada sunglasses I told you about for my birthday.â
âDude, your birthday just happened!â You whined, knowing there was no getting out of this. Not unless you wanted a dent in your bank account anyway.
Sometimes you felt like you called the wrong person when asking for advice, but Joshua was always real with you, and so was Wonwoo. But you didnât want to impede the latter with your love life problems when all he did was game when he had the time with his busy schedule as both a biology and engineering major. It was surprising that he had time to get lunch with you and Joshua every time.
You continued to talk to Joshua until you finally decided to head to bed, bidding your best friend goodnight and ending the call. A soft sigh left your lips as you took a quick picture of your desk and sent it to Jeonghanâs phone number.
You: [sent 2 attachments]
You: Shit.
You: That second picture wasnât supposed to get sent.
Jeonghan: Fuck, sweets
You: DONâT LOOK AT IT??
Jeonghan: YOU LITERALLY SENT IT??
Jeonghan: You look hot, though
You: Iâthank you.
Jeonghan: Is it weird to admit that I got hard?
You didnât reply to that, as you wanted to scream your lungs out into your pillow, but it was late, and Minghao would smother you with said pillow if you didnât shut up. You were experimentingâit was supposed to be something you kept in your gallery and then deleted when you looked too hard at it.Â
It was you, after your shower, posing a little too riskily for the camera, on your knees in front of your full-length mirror, wearing nothing but a tank top with thin straps, and shorts that were a little too short for your liking. Your face was covered by your phone, but it was obvious that it was meant to be for Jeonghan. You were just too much of a wuss to send it to him now that you knew who he was.
You looked back at your messages, groaning at the fact that you couldnât turn back time and be more careful with sending pictures from your gallery.
You: Thatâs rather a bold statement.
Jeonghan: Okay, good youâre back
Jeonghan: Thought you died from embarrassment
Jeonghan: Though thereâs really no point in being embarrassed, pretty girl
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Oh, fuck. It was a picture of Jeonghanâwearing his sweats and a loose t-shirt that rode up from the position he was lying in. Bulge prominent in his pants.
You: Is that a current pic?
Jeonghan: Yeah
Jeonghan: I donât send shit like this to anyone else, pretty
You: Do you really think Iâm that hotâŠ?
Jeonghan: Donât do that
You: Do what?
Jeonghan: Belittle yourself. Youâre pretty, hot and everything I could ever want, sweetheart.
You: Stopâ
Jeonghan: You got me hard for fucks sake
Jeonghan: Do you want me to send myself jerking off just to prove it to you?
You: âŠ
Jeonghan: Too far?
You: Send it.
Jeonghanâs breath hitched when he saw the message. Send it. Fuck. Were you really serious? He bit his lower lip as he palmed himself while looking at the picture you had sent, feeling like some creep for planning to jerk off to such a pretty photo of you. But heâd rather be sure as he typed on his phone with one hand.
Jeonghan: U srs?
You: Yes? Why wouldnât I be?
Jeonghan: Idk, ppl usually donât ask for dick pics, let alone someone jerking offâŠ
You: You offered, I accepted it. Now send it, coward.
Jeonghan: Youâre so mean to your boyfriend đ
You: Future boyfriend***
Jeonghan: Iâll take it
Jeonghan: Brb
Jeonghan shimmied his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his throbbing cock as he hissed softly at the cold air hitting his sensitive tip. He bit his lower lip as he opened the camera app, his cheeks flushed behind it as he hit record.Â
He touched his cock, stroking it gently as he rubbed the leaking precum all over his thick girth, grunting and whining softly as he imagined it was you and your pretty mouth sucking him off. Jeonghan groaned out your name as he closed his eyes before they fluttered open once more, so he could focus on recording himself fucking his fist, imagining your breasts that almost spilt out of your tank top and the short shorts that probably barely covered your ass.
âFuckââ He grunted, feeling himself get closer as he teased his tip, but ended the recording before he could cum, just so he could edge himself. He quickly wiped his hand with a tissue from his nightstand before nervously sending the video to you.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan: Thereâ
You: Holy fuck.
Jeonghan: ?
You: NothingâŠ
Jeonghan: Sweets, I just sent myself jerking off to you, speak up
You: It's embarrassing!
Jeonghan: More than me sending a video of myself?
You: âŠ
You: I'm soaked
You: Like, I didn't know I could secrete so much slick
Jeonghan: Abandoning the punctuation marks, that's a sign
You: Aren't you gonna ask me for anything?
Jeonghan: Not unless you're comfortable with it, sweets
You: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan physically groaned, seeing the picture that you'd sentâbent over, your ass facing the mirror as you took the picture from your bed. He could see the cute posters and knick-knacks you had in your room, but he was zeroed in on your panty-covered mound, slick coating your inner thighs and your panties were soaked.
Jeonghan could feel his cock twitching, and more precum leaked out of his tip. A strangled grunt left his lips as he went back to stroking himself, and making sure he reached his release with the sight of you.
Jeonghan: so fucking pretyyÂ
Jeonghan: gnna bust a nut
You: Jeonghan, I wish you were hereâŠ
That was what unravelled him, a choked-out moan leaving his lips as spurts of hot cum shot out of his shaft, coating his lower abdomen and his hands. He embarrassingly snapped a quick photo of it before sending it to you in a post-nut haze.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
You: Is that because of me?
Jeonghan: yws
You: ??
Jeonghan: Sorry, yes, I was typing with one hand
Jeonghan: Did you really mean it?
You: Yeah⊠I'm soaking wet, and I don't know what to do.
Jeonghan: fuck.
Jeonghan: Call me.
You bit your lower lip as you read his message over and over. Call him. Your stomach fluttered at hearing his voice through the phone, even if you knew what he sounded like, but this would confirm everything.
You hastily slipped off your panties, getting comfortable in your bed as you dialled Jeonghanâs phone number. He answered almost immediately, sounding strained and breathless.
âHâhelloâŠ?â You murmured, your phone pinched between your cheek and shoulder as you worked on teasing yourself, rubbing your inner thighs with one hand and tweaking your nipples with your other.
âFuck⊠you sound so pretty.â Jeonghan's voice sent a jolt to your clit. It was him. Your theories were confirmed, but all you could do was whimper softly when you brushed your fingers against your slippery clit.
âJeonghanââ You mewled, earning a soft groan from him as you teased yourself. âNeed helpâŠâ
âI know, baby, I know⊠What are you doing?â He rasped out, hearing him shift on his bed.Â
âTeasing myself,â you mumbled, and Jeonghan hummed, listening along with your soft gasps when you rubbed your clit. âRubbing my clitââ
Another soft grunt left Jeonghanâs lips as you started hearing soft fap fap sounds coming from the other side of the call. âOkay, baby, keep teasing your cute little clit, spread your slickâŠâÂ
âOkayâhnghâŠâ You mewled, eyes rolling back as you teased and rubbed yourself, your hole fluttering around nothing. â I feel so empty, Jeonghanââ
âFuckâput⊠put your fingers in, fuck yourself with two, scissor yourself, baby. Imagine they're my fingers trying to stretch you out for my cock.â
You whimpered at the command, doing as he said as you inserted two fingers into your sopping cunt, your toes curling as you started pumping your digits in and out and scissoring yourself as he told you to. You imagined him being in your room, talking you through it like he was now, touching you and whispering into your ear.Â
âCurl your fingers up for me, sweetheart. Come on, itâll feel good, I promise,â he cooed, and you listened, curling your fingers up to that spongy spot inside you. Your legs trembled, and you gasped, wanting to squeeze your thighs together as you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers. The heel of your palm grazed against your clit, making you whine as you felt the knot in your lower belly forming.
âI'm close, Jeonghannieââ You whimpered out, while Jeonghan grunted over the other side of the line, the slick sounds of him stroking his cock getting faster and a bit louder. It made you imagine the video he had sentâhow big and pretty his dick looked, how he moaned out your name. It was dizzying.
âKeep doing what you're doing, baby, you're doing so well for me,â he murmured, praising you as you got closer to your orgasm. âThis really wasn't the way I was expecting us to do this, but fuck, this is hot. You're hot.â
You flushed, mewling his name once more before the band in your stomach snapped, and you let out a whiny moan as your walls convulsed around your fingers, coating them with your release. Your legs trembled as you panted, your vision blurry.
âBaby, you still there?â Jeonghan crooned, and you let out a soft âuh-huhâ, still recovering from the intense release you had just gone through.
âI⊠holy shitââ you gasped as you pulled your fingers out of your slick hole, feeling how soaked you were everywhere; you probably ruined your sheets from coming so hard just now. âIâI think I soaked through my sheets.â
âFuck, don't say that when I'm not thereââ Jeonghan sounded whiny, hearing his pout through the phone as you giggled tiredly.
âIt's⊠It's nice to finally hear your voice,â you murmured, your eyes softening as you closed your trembling legs. Jeonghan hummed, shifting in his bed as he put his sweats back on. You moved to the less ruined side of your bed before grabbing some clean panties from your wardrobe and putting them on.
Feeling slightly awkward, you were unsure of what to say to him now that you were done getting off. âUhmâŠâ
âSweetheart, you sound tense. Is it awkward to put a voice to the text message?â Jeonghan chuckled, and you let out a soft huff in reply. âAs I said earlier, I⊠I didn't expect to do it like this.â
âDo what?â
âHave phone sex? I'm more of a hands-on person.â He admitted blatantly, causing you to inhale sharply as you imagined Jeonghanâs hands all over you. He caught on to the silence on your end, a soft chuckle leaving him as you trembled at the sound.
âNow, now⊠Pump your brakes, little lady. We'll get to that point. Let me buy you dinner first.â He teased, and you whined, rolling your eyes but smiling either way.Â
You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, listening to his soft breathing before speaking up, âI'll see you Saturday?â
âYeah, pretty. I'll pick you up, hm?â
âMhm⊠goodnight, Jeonghan.â
âGoodnight, sweets.â
After that, you hung up, still trembling, but not because of your orgasm, but because of the excitement of seeing Jeonghan on Saturday and the dread of seeing him on Friday, pretending that you hadn't had phone sex with him. You groaned, the post-orgasm haze wearing off as your logical thinking came back.Â
Friday came faster than youâd expected. You were pacing around your living room like a worrywart while Minghao and Joshua played old maid. You were wearing a baby blue blouse and a white denim mini skirt with white sneakers, wanting to somehow look pretty to the party you were going to without overdressing or looking like a hooker.
Joshua groaned when you kept walking back and forth, having had enough of your worrying. âDude, stop worrying. You'll confront him about it when you're ready.â
âWhat if he figures out I know?! What if I blurt it out or somethingââ
âYou're worrying about the stupidest of things, you know that?â Minghao deadpanned, drawing a card from Joshua as the latter groaned when he lost. âThe two of you are fucking idiots.â
âHeyââ you were about to argue, but the doorbell rang, prompting you to pad over to the front door and check the peephole to see Jeonghan. Unlocking and opening the door, you greeted him with a smile and a quick hug.
âHi,â you squeaked, earning a raised eyebrow from him as you grabbed your purse and keys. âI'm leaving!âÂ
You called out to your friends, and they bid you goodbye. âDon't get her near alcohol, she's a lightweight!â
Joshua warned Jeonghan, and you groaned, flipping your best friend off as you closed the door and started walking. Jeonghan offered his arm, and you gladly took it with a soft laugh.
âYou look pretty,â Jeonghan murmured, his eyes softening as you flushed under his gaze. Was he always this handsome up close? Your heart couldn't help but flutter, and your body heated up a bit.Â
You could handle this. Maybe.
The two of you got to the frat house about fifteen minutes later, entering the loud establishmentâmusic boomed from the speakers, and the place was packed with drunk college students, dancing and shouting at each other to hear what the other was saying. Jeonghan led you up the stairs, opening the door to what seemed like Seungcheolâs room.
âHe lives in the dorm by himself?â You looked around, surprised to see only one bed, the rest of the vast space filled with a beanbag and a small couch, along with a desk in the corner by the windows.
âI mean, we used to live together before I decided to move out. And since he's the chapter president, he gets to have a dorm to himself.âÂ
Jeonghan shrugged, humming uncommittally as he sat down on the bed, patting the free space beside him, causing you to gulp. Act natural.Â
You sat down beside him, pretending like the brush of his knee against yours didn't just ignite your skin on fire. He was acting fine, so you should too, right? You technically didn't know Jeonghan was Jeonghan, after all. Your hands were on your lap, and you sat there as Jeonghan looked around the room to see what the two of you could do while the party got crazier downstairs, the music getting louder, and students got rowdier.
âDo you have anything we can doââ
âWe can play Uno if you wantââ
The two of you said in unison, looking at each other before bursting into soft laughter, and that seemed to break the ice almost immediately. You nodded at the idea of a game of Uno.
âWhat does the winner get?â You asked, and Jeonghan looked up as if he thought hard about it.
âHmm, how about a kiss on the cheek?â He offered, and you squinted your eyes at him playfully before he added, âAnd snacks.â
âYou drive a good bargain, HanâŠâ You murmured, touching your chin as you thought about it, humming and making a face that made him laugh.
âI'll take it. The winner gets a kiss on the cheek and snacks!â
At the start of the game, you seemed to have been taking the lead, managing to get to one card first before Jeonghan just smirked and shook his head.
âYou underestimate my skills, sweetheart,â he cooed, the nickname sending a jolt down your spine as the memories of last night came flooding back before it got cut short when Jeonghan placed a wild draw four card on the deck.Â
You groaned, pouting slightly as you picked four cards from the deck, not having any colour Jeonghan had announced as he placed a blue eight. You picked another card, managing to place a red eight as he clicked his tongue. Your body froze when he shook his head again, placing a red skip card before a red draw two card, which caused you to retaliate with a yellow draw two card, and he clicked his tongue again.
âYou sure you wanna play this game, pretty girl?â He tutted, and you looked at him with growing dread as he placed a blue draw two card, forcing you to pick up six cards, leaving him with five cards and you with ten.
Both of you went back and forth until you managed to get three cards left while Jeonghan had two. You bit your lower lip as you looked at your cardsâa blue four and a red draw two card. The deck currently had a red eight card, and you were thinking whether or not to place the draw two card or to just pick another card from the deck.
Deciding to take a risk, you place the draw two card, glancing at his reaction. He kept a straight face before sighing. âSometimes, I wonder if the forces are working against me.â
âUno, Jeonghan. Your move.â
He picked out the first card from the deck before pausing and glancing at you. You held your breath as he picked out the two cards, having nothing to place in retaliation. He had five cards while you had one. Not like you could place the one you had, so you had to pick another card. A yellow stop card. You wanted to groan, but kept it in as you watched Jeonghanâs moves.
âSorry, sweetheart.â He looked at you with a pensive expression before he apologised, making you look at him confusedly.
âHuhâ?â Thatâs when he placed two wild draw four cards, two wild cards and a blue reverse card, ending the game with your loss.
You just lost.
You lost Unoâthe only card game you were probably good atâto Jeonghan.
âA kiss on the cheek is owed to me, my lady,â he teased, grinning as you groaned, rolling your eyes before leaning in and kissing his cheek. Jeonghan hummed at the action, and you couldnât help but linger in his vicinity as you looked at him up close.
Jeonghan seemed to notice how you were looking at him, and his grin softened to a soft smile. âCareful, sweetheart, I might think you have a thing for me.â
That made you reel back with a flush to your cheeks, hitting his shoulder as he snorted out a laugh. Thatâs when he stood up, confusing you before he motioned towards one of Seungcheolâs drawers.
âHe keeps his snacks here. We can eat them since heâs probably just hoarding them for when he feels like it.â He took out a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You grabbed the pocky and opened it, while Jeonghan continued to snoop in Seungcheolâs drawer before whistling lowly.
You looked at him with a quizzical brow, and he took out what looked like a blunt of weed. âIs thatââ
âSure looks like itâŠâ Jeonghan murmured, glancing around the room before finding a lighter. âWanna smoke it with me?â
The question hung in the air as you looked at Jeonghan. He seemed chill about the whole thing, probably had smoked weed before, but you never tried to in your four years of uni. He sat back down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, tilting his head to the side before offering you the blunt.
âDonât tell me you havenât smoked weed before.âÂ
âI havenât.â You admitted, and Jeonghanâs eyes softened. âBut Iâd like to try.â
Jeonghan lit the blunt soon after your approval, taking a drag out of it and handing it to you to try. You awkwardly held the blunt between your fingers, taking a drag before you started to cough, handing the weed back to him as he patted your back while you tried to recover from the burn down your throat.Â
âIâfuck, I underestimated the strength of it. Sorry,â Jeonghan apologised softly, still rubbing your back. âHow about I shotgun you? Itâll be easier on you, but the effect will be weaker, soâŠâ
âY-yeah, I think thatâll be better.â You nodded, looking at him with teary eyes after practically coughing your lungs out. âHow do we do it?âÂ
You asked, and he glanced away awkwardly before patting his lap. âYouâll have to get close, sweetheart. I will be exhaling smoke into your mouth after all.â
Ah. That made sense. Something in your stomach flipped as you looked at his lap before back at his face, and you made your way to straddle him, slightly hovering.Â
âInhale when I exhale into your mouth.â Jeonghan took another puff out of the blunt, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb, prying your mouth agape before blowing the smoke into your mouth. You did as he said and inhaled, taking in the smoke as you felt the weed affecting you already due to its potency.
With a couple of more exchanges, and you could feel yourself getting high, sitting snugly on Jeonghanâs lap while he talked about something random from his childhood, while you fed him pocky. The two of you had probably gone through half of the blunt before Jeonghan decided to place it down on the ashtray he had found earlier. His hands found your hips, and you didnât mind the touch one bit as you fed him another pocky stick.
âPlay the pocky game with me,â he murmured, his eyes half-lidded as you hummed and agreed without a second thought. You placed one end of the long pocky stick between his teeth while you started biting the other end, getting closer and closer to his lips.Â
When your noses bumped against each other, and you were about to take the last bite, Jeonghan took the rest of the pocky stick into his mouth before stealing a kiss from you, prompting you to gasp. He didnât seem to be sorry as he bumped his nose against yours.
âWas that okay?â Jeonghan whispered, and you nodded gently, already leaning in for more as his grip on your hips tightened. âTell me, baby.â
âYeah, Hannie, I liked itâŠâ You murmured back before pressing another kiss to his lips, forgetting all about the pocky as your hands travelled to the back of his head and you tangled your fingers in his hair.
A groan left Jeonghanâs lips as he kissed you back, his hands roaming around your waist down to your thighs, pushing your skirt higher. âFuck, is this okay?â
He muttered against your lips, fiddling with the hem of your mini skirt, his eyes searching your face for any hint of disapproval. There was none, and you only tugged gently on his hair.
âTouch me, JeonghanâŠâ you murmured, and a soft noise left him as you said his name. He was too high to realise, and too focused on pushing your skirt up to your hips to care.
When you ground yourself against him, he panted, his dick stirring in his sweatpants as he watched your panty-clad cunt grind against his growing erection. A curse left Jeonghanâs lips when you ducked your head down, kissing his neck as he guided your hips.
âJust like that, sweetheart, mnhâŠâ He grunted as he saw the wet patch forming against his pants, and your panties were probably soaked from the stimulation. He leaned his head back against the headboard, dizzy with pleasure and the weed working through his system. âI want to fuck you so bad, but I can'tââ
He choked out, and you whined. âWhy not?â
Jeonghan's hazed brain cleared for a moment, knowing that he didn't want this to happen this wayânot when you didn't know who he was yet. Not when he was pretending to be someone else.
âJeonghan, pleaseâŠâ You nosed his jaw, and that's when he realised that you were calling him by his name.
âIâ how did youââ He faltered, groaning when you ground down against him once more, his grip on your hips tightening once more to halt your movements. âBaby, tell me.â
âMinghao told me⊠I kind of confirmed it when we called that night.â
Jeonghan grunted, moving your head from his neck as he made you look at him. âYou're⊠you're not mad?â
âWhy would I be?â You murmured, a puzzled expression forming on your face. âYou probably had your reasons, and I'm not going to get mad over you hiding your identity. I'm more mad at myself that I didn't figure it out sooner.â
You pouted, moving your hands from Jeonghanâs hair to his face, caressing gently. âCan you fuck me now?â
A choked-out noise came out of him as he faltered and got flustered by your blunt request. He shook his head in disbelief before shifting slightly to sit better against the headboard.Â
âYou're something else, sweetsâŠâ He muttered, stealing a quick kiss from your lips as his hands travelled to the gusset of your panties and tugged them to the side to see your glistening slit. His cock throbbed at the sight, wanting nothing more than to be inside your sweet cunt.
Jeonghan opened the nightstand drawer to grab the box of condoms Seungcheol usually kept, seeing that there were two condoms left. He gently lifted you so he could shimmy his sweats and boxers down to his mid thigh, his cock leaking and hard.
You watched as he clumsily opened the condom and put it on himself. Once he was done, he tossed the empty foil and tugged you closer, positioning you above his aching dick. He paused as his tip teased your entrance, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.
âYou sure you wantââ Jeonghan cut himself off when you sank down on his shaft without warning, a moan leaving his lips as your wet heat clamped around him snugly.Â
He watched as your thighs trembled when he bottomed out, your hips pressed against his as he raised you up and gently slammed you down, causing you to make such sweet noises that had him immediately addicted.
âJeonghannieââ you whined, riding him slowly as he guided you, rolling your hips just right as his tip nudged against spots you wouldn't be able to reach with your fingers. âS'goodââ
You looked down at him as he seemed to be focused on watching his cock disappear into your warm cunt, a groan leaving him before looking up at your face. You looked so fucked out, and Jeonghan loved it, his hips starting to meet your downward motions, thrusting up into you.
âYou're perfect, sweets⊠everything I ever wantedâfuck, you're squeezing me so tight. You like that? Being everything I want?â He panted as he pressed soft kisses to your jaw and neck, slamming you down harder on his cock as he fucked you faster, not being able to help himself.
You felt wrecked, getting fucked so good by the same person youâd texted for over a week in his best friendâs dorm room. It was something out of a fantasy, and you couldnât help but whimper when Jeonghanâs thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the nub as he tried to lead you to your first orgasm.
âJeonghan, fuck, Iâm gonna cumââ You squeaked, feeling how your cunt got slipperier and the knot in your abdomen got tighter.Â
Jeonghan only grunted at that, his assault on your bundle of nerves not stopping as he kept thrusting up into your tightness. âCum for me then, milk my cock for what itâs worth, hm? Come onââ
You cried out when his hips snapped just right, his tip kissing your cervix as your orgasm came crashing down on you like a wave. Your thighs trembled, but you continued to bounce on Jeonghanâs cock until he blew his spend into the condom he was wearing.
âToo hotâŠâ You grumbled, tossing your blouse onto the foot of the bed, leaving yourself in your black lace bra. Jeonghan also shed himself of his hoodie and t-shirt, revealing his lean body. He pulled out of you as he tossed the condom into the box before grabbing another one. You were surprised how quickly he got hard again, not expecting it at all.
Jeonghan flipped the two of you over, so that he was on top of you this time, kicking off his pants while undoing your skirt to toss it into the small pile of clothes that you had made on the floor. Your bra and panties joined the pile soon after, leaving both of you naked. You panted softly as he ground his cock against your slippery folds, his cockhead nudging your pudgy clit before he pushed into your wet hole once more. His grinds were slow and lazy, but Jeonghan filled you up just right as he took one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, managing to hit deeper spots from this position.
A soft grunt left him as he watched you mewl and whimper under him, your arm covering your eyes as your breasts bounced back and forth with each thrust. âYou look so pretty,â he murmured, moving your arm and pinning it above your head, seeing your eyes glazed with tears as he cooed.
âWhy are you crying, baby? Is it too muchââ He almost sounded panicked, and you shook your head, not wanting him to stop.
âNoâno, it feels so good, Hannie, I justâfuck, it feels so goodââ You whined as your back arched off the bed, and Jeonghan couldnât help but lean down and press soft kisses to the valley of your breasts, worshipping your body as he continued to fuck you slowly.
Jeonghan relished the way your pussy clamped around his thick shaft, sucking him in and milking him with your gummy walls. Soon, his hips started to move a bit faster, feeling his release building up with each second of being inside your needy cunt.
âIâm gonna cum,â he rasped out, his pelvis rubbing against your clit with every rock of his hips as your velvet walls continued to spasm around him with increasing vigour, signalling that you were close as well.Â
It didn't take long for the two of you to reach your orgasms, with yours hitting you first and triggering Jeonghanâs as the two of you moaned softly.
âOne more time, Hannieââ You keened out a whine when he pulled out, noticing how sweat sheened from his skin. He was softly panting, still holding your leg over his shoulder as he pressed a gentle kiss to your calf.
âCan't⊠We don't have any condoms leftââ He crooked out, but you only tugged him closer when he threw the used-up condom into the box once more. His cock was still half-hard, and you were aching for more. Jeonghan murmured your name softly, chiding you when you angled your hips, so that your entrance would nudge against his bare tip. âWe can'tââ
âHannie, please⊠I'm on birth control, I just need you inside me one more time, please.â
You begged, and Jeonghan was weak for you. He probably always had been, even when you didn't know him back then. He sighed, praying that his stamina would last one more time. âOne more time, and we're done. I'm not gonna last much longerâŠâ
He admitted, and you just nodded. He didn't have to last long, you just wanted to feel himâfeel what it was like to have him raw and creaming your pussy instead of a condom. Jeonghan clenched his jaw as he pushed his tip into your bare hole and hissed softly at how wet and snug you felt without any barriers.
âOh, fuck⊠I'm definitely not gonna lastââ He grunted, filling you up with ease from how slick your walls and inner thighs were. âFuckfuckfuckââ
Jeonghan groaned, his pace hasty as he drove his cock into your spasming cunt, gripping and sucking him in like a vice. His cock molded your insides, his cockhead abusing your cervix with each thrust as you squealed.Â
You could feel your release building up once more, the heat in your abdomen unbearable as you clamped down on Jeonghanâs shaft, the band snapping and releasing hot slick around his length. The pleasure felt like hot lava against your skin, burning you as your back arched off the bed, making a mess out of Seungcheolâs sheets. Your pussy milked him, a milky ring forming around the base of his cock, and Jeonghan couldnât hold it in anymore.
A guttural groan left his lips as his hips stuttered, movements stilling as he came inside you in hot spurts. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, not being able to hold in your keen whine as he filled you up to the brim until both of your mixed releases were leaking out of your used cunt to your ass down to the already messy sheets.
Once Jeonghan recovered, he pressed a soft kiss to your throat, pulling out as he watched his cum and your juices leak out of you before pushing it back in with his fingers. The action made you whimper, but you let him do what he wanted, watching him with lidded eyes.
âWe made such a messâŠâ He grumbled with a soft chuckle, âCheolâs gonna kill me for fucking you on his bed.â
âFuture usâs problem,â you murmured, groaning deliciously at the ache of your body as Jeonghan grabbed some tissues to clean you up before crashing on top of you. âYouâre heavyââ
You complained, but Jeonghan was out like a light, his breathing heavy and rhythmic as you sighed with a soft smile, drifting to take a nap as well.
At about 3 in the morning, you could hear banging outside the door. Jeonghan stirred first as he groaned, grabbing his pants from the floor before tossing his t-shirt for you to wear. You put it on, along with your panties, and when Jeonghan saw that you were fully covered, he opened the door to see a disgruntled Seungcheol.
The disgruntlement immediately switched from shock to disbelief at the sight of his bedsheets. âDude.â
âCut me some slack, you invited me to this party. Plus, I didnât expect weâd fuckâŠâ Jeonghan murmured, sheepish as he glanced at you with a soft smile and a wink that made you flush in embarrassment.
âYou smoked my weed!â Seungcheol hissed, groaning as he looked around his room, noticing the half-eaten snacks, the almost-smoked blunt and the messy sheets you were currently sitting on. âMan, I was saving that pockyâŠâ
He sulked as you looked at him apologetically. âSorry, Seungcheol.â
âItâs not your fault. Itâs hisââ He pointed at his best friend with a glare before rubbing his face. âIâm crashing at Mingyuâs. Iâm not going to sleep in my room for the next week. It reeks of sex and weed in here.â
Seungcheol grumbled as he grabbed a few clothes from his drawer and opened the window before muttering something along the lines of âunbelievableâ and âfucking in my roomâ. He closed the door after himself, leaving you and Jeonghan alone once more.Â
You pressed your lips into a thin line, stifling your giggles as Jeonghan covered his hand with his fist. âWe should clean his room and head back.â
Jeonghan nodded at that, and you put your skirt on, still wearing his t-shirt, while he put on his hoodie before the two of you started tidying up his best friendâs room. Once you were finished, you held your blouse in your hand, leaving the room with a âsorryâ note with it.
Walking back to your apartment, you and Jeonghan had your arms linked together, giggling and talking about random shit. When you got to the bottom of your apartment building, he unlinked your arms, but didnât let go of your hand just yet.Â
âIâll see you later for our date?â He asked, looking at you hopefully, and when you nodded, he sighed in relief. You cocked an eyebrow at that before he spoke up again. âI thought you wouldnât wantâŠâ
âJeonghan, I just had the best sex of my life. I think Iâd want to still go on a date with you.â
âJust because Iâm sexy? Or because you actually want to date me?â He pouted, teasing you as you rolled your eyes.
âCanât it be both?â You compromised as Jeonghan hummed and pursed his lips, pretending to think about it before nodding.
He pulled you closer, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. âBoth is good, sweets. Iâll see you later.â
You smiled softly, letting go of his hand before waving him goodbye and heading up to your apartment, still wearing his t-shirt.
âThatâs one hell of a fashion statement.â Minghao deadpanned as you jumped once you closed the front door. You turned around to see your roommate, your two best friends, and Jun in the living room, visibly waiting for you.
âWhat does it say?â You entertained Haoâs sarcastic remark as you tossed your blouse into your room before coming back to where they were.
âIt says, âI was clearly laid, ask me about it because Iâll definitely bragâ. Itâs quite obvious.â Joshua chimed in, watching as you grabbed a pillow and tossed it at his face. Your best friend let out an âoomphâ sound before throwing the pillow back at you.
You huffed at them, irked at the fact that they were all gathered in your apartment. âWhat are you guys doing here anyway? I get Hao, heâs my roommate, but you three? Wonwoo, howâd you get dragged into this?â
Wonwoo shrugged, pointing at Joshua, âHe told me what happened, and as your friend, I came for support. So, are you going to tell us what happened during the party or what?â
âThis is my sex life weâre talking about.â
âAnd? Youâve shared worse stuff, pipsqueak. Spill the tea.â Joshua seemed the most interested in the gossip, while Minghao just sat there, looking unbothered when he was lowkey listening. Jun and Wonwoo were too busy fussing over a game on the latterâs phone, but they were tuning in as well.
You sighed, sitting down on the free armchair by the sofa, before you started telling them about what had happened during the party. Deciding to leave out the three rounds of sex, Joshua was awestruck, Minghao was subtly judging, but at the same time, he was happy for you, while Jun and Wonwoo were still busy with the game on their phones.
âNow, get the fuck out of my apartment. I need to get some sleep before my date.â You pointed at the door, and Joshua whined but dragged your Wonwoo and Jun out of your apartment, but not before Wonwoo could say something.
âI hope he doesnât break your heart, or he has four guys to deal with.â Your best friend offered you a smile before closing the door. You smiled at the thought of your friends beating up Jeonghan if he ever fucked up, and it warmed your heart, thankful to have such good friends.
After 6 hours of sleep, you woke up around 9 am, your phone buzzing being the reason why you woke up. You checked the notifications bar, seeing Jeonghanâs name on top.
Jeonghan: Good morning :))Â
Jeonghan: Can you come downstairs? I have something for you, sweets.
You: How are you downstairs???
You: We literally saw each other six hours ago.
You: Iâm still in my pyjamas.
Jeonghan: Perfect. Could I come up then?
You: Yeah, Iâll open the door for you.
You got up from your bed with a soft grunt, looking at yourself in the mirror as you felt the soreness between your legs. A soft sigh left your lips when your intercom rang, prompting you to rush towards it and open the door for Jeonghan downstairs.
When he finally got upstairs, you opened the front door, seeing him holding two cups of what seemed like coffee and tea in one hand and breakfast from your favourite bakery. âSurprise?â
âYou didnât have toââ Your eyes softened as you let him in, closing the door as he took his shoes off after handing you the bag with your favourite pastries from the bakery. âHowâd you know I liked these?â
âWell, uhâŠâ He trailed off, his cheeks dusting pink as he strided towards your couch, looking around your space a little better. âI mightâve had a crush on you before the whole wrong number ordeal.â
You blinked at him, surprise filling you as you connected the dots furtherâthe way he seemed to be awkward and nervous around you during the first few meetings when he was pretending to be Han and his flirty behaviour over text.
âNo wayââ You shook your head, sitting down beside him, surprise evident in your tone. âWe didnât even know each other back then!â
âWell, you didnât know me, I knew you. We took Statistics together last year, too.â Jeonghan scratched his cheek awkwardly when you continued to look at him with an astonished expression. âI didnât know Cheol knew you until a few weeks ago, and that was when I gained the guts to ask him for your number and message you, pretending that I had the wrong number.â
The explanation baffled you, but it made sense at the same time before you scoffed out a laugh.
âJeonghan.â
âMmm?â
âYou couldnât have made it any harder for yourself.â You snorted, and he groaned before laughing softly along with you. âLike, seriously. You couldâve walked up to me and talked to me.â
âIt wasnât that simple!â He covered his face, embarrassed, but he kept smiling, a little glad that you found the situation humorous. Jeonghan sighed softly when you finally stopped giggling, shaking his head at how cute you were before noting that it was quite quiet in your apartment.
âIs your roommate not home?â He asked as you hummed, taking a bite out of the pastry in the bag.
âMinghao usually goes to the gym before going for a three-hour nature walk around the campus park. He also takes his time to meditate by the lake, so heâll be gone for a while. Why?â
Jeonghan just shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee as he watched you enjoy your food. He could get used to seeing you like thisâdishevelled after sleep, face bare and hair sticking out from multiple ends. It was cute, and heâd been dreaming of this day.
You noticed his soft gaze on you, making you feel a little self-conscious. âIs there something on my face?â
âHuh-? No, no! I just⊠Iâve been kind of dreaming of this day, he murmured, smiling softly.
You tilted your head to the side, puzzled, before Jeonghan continued. âYou know, uh, seeing you like thisâdishevelled and whatnot. Just you.â
You swallowed the food in your mouth, blinking at him. âSo, my usual grouchy morning self?â
âYes.â He nodded, leaning back against the sofa.
âYouâre even weirder in person, you know that?â You grumbled but cracked a soft smile. âI canât say I hate it. Being my boyfriend and all.â
Jeonghan blinked at the words you just said, causing you to look at him with a confused expression once more. âWhat?â
âSay that thing again.â
âI canât say I hate it..?â You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure, before Jeonghan shook his head and made a circular motion with his hand as if telling you to rewind.
âNo, the other thing.â
âBeing my boyfrienâoh.â Your cheeks flushed, looking down at your lap as you tried not to explode on the spot for saying that. âIs⊠Is that okay?â
âIsâ Is being your boyfriend okay? Are you hearing yourself?â Jeonghan huffed softly before grabbing your shoulders and shaking you, âOf course, itâs okay. More than okay, actuallyâperfect, more so.â
You grabbed his arms and stopped him from shaking you, âOkay, okayâI get it!â
Jeonghan let you go and sat back down on the couch, grabbing his coffee from the coffee table before taking a long swig from it, and placing it back down as you finished your food. Once you were done, you crumpled the paper bag, and he wiped off the leftover crumbs from the corner of your lips.
âSoâŠâ You started, curious about what he had planned for todayâs date, âWhat are we going to do today?â
Jeonghan only smiled, winking at you as he leaned back, âThatâs a secret youâll have to unfold later, sweets. Iâm not fond of ruining surprises.â
A groan left your lips, too impatient, but knowing Jeonghan, heâd stay true to his word and not reveal anything until the date. You pouted slightly before taking a sip of your tea, humming at the hot beverage filling your system.
âNot even one hint?â
âNo. Not a chance, sweetheart. Stop trying to ruin your surprise.â He squinted at you before flicking your forehead, prompting you to retaliate, but he didnât let you as he grabbed your wrists.
âWhat if I donât like surprises?â You argued and tried to tug yourself away from his grasp, and he rolled his eyes, keeping you close.
âNot my problem, sweets, youâre not getting any spoilers.â
Even with your insistence on having Jeonghan give you at least one hint, he only gave you one, very vague hint, which went somewhere along the lines of âyouâll love itâ and âitâs something you really likeâ.
That hint didnât really help, since he asked you to wear something casual yet pretty, so you were stuck between a white sundress adorned with tiny pink flowers or a loose V-neck sweater and jeans.Â
Deciding on the former, you put on the dress, matching it with your white shoes, before heading back out to the living room, where Jeonghan was waiting. He was scrolling through his phone when he glanced up and saw you standing there, your hands behind your back as you awkwardly rocked back and forth.
âStop staring like thatââ You huffed, feeling awkward as he gaped at you before snapping out of it.
âSorryâfuck⊠I, uh⊠You look pretty.â He got up from the sofa, walking over to you and grabbing your waist. âLike, really pretty.â
Jeonghan leaned down, nosing your cheek. âWondering if we should go on that date right now orâow, okay, okay, sorry.â
He snickered when you smacked him, grinning as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. That's when you heard a groan behind you, prompting you to turn around and see Minghao with squinting eyes.
âThe two of you better not fuck on the couch,â He muttered accusingly before heading to his room, leaving you and Jeonghan alone once more. A giggle left your lips before you patted his chest.
âLet's go on that date, shall we, my lady?â He offered his arm for you to grab, and you smiled as you took it before heading out the door.
The two of you walked to one of your favourite bookstores near campus, which you hadnât expected for your first date with him. âBookstore date?â
âThatâs not all, sweets.â Jeonghan grinned, opening the door for you as he let you enter the establishment. âI decided to ask the staff⊠And they let me rent the place out for two hours.â
Your eyes widened at his words, surprised at the fact that Jeonghan managed to rent the bookstore for a whole two hours. When you entered, you saw Kimmyâone of the workers in the storeâby the register, winking and giving you a thumbs-up before waving a small green flag she held by the counter to promote books with green-flag men.
A soft giggle left your lips as Jeonghan led you to the small reading nook the owners of the store had agreed to make for you since you came by so often, and it was far from the main hall of the bookstore itself, so you had some privacy. The table you had there was set with a candle, and some foodâtakeout from your favourite Chinese joint that you frequented with Joshua.
âYou thought of everything for this date, havenât you?â You looked at him with a fond smile, and he hummed before grabbing a baby blue bag from behind one of the chairs.
âThatâs not all. Sit down and open it.â He pulled the chair back for you, prompting you to giggle once more as you sat down comfortably and pulled out what seemed like a cinammoroll plush keyring. You glanced up at him with a slightly ajar mouth before he added, âOh, thereâs also an envelope, open it.â
Without another word, you grabbed the envelope and opened it to read, âHereâs my card. You have ten minutes to look around the store and five minutes to grab the books you want. Winky face, your boyfriend.â You looked at him, dumbfounded as he only chuckled.
âWeâll do it after we eat, itâs better to eat Chinese when itâs still hot.â
The two of you ate and conversed, giggling about the stupidest things as you reminisced about the things that happened a couple of hours prior. Jeonghan seemed to notice your flushed expression, grinning slightly. âYouâre thinking about what happened last night, did you?â
âShut upââ You squeaked, stealing a dumpling from his container, and he let you as he leaned his chin on his palm, looking enamoured by the sight of you. Feeling flustered, you took a sip of your drink before clearing your throat. âIâm full, so letâs do that thing, hm? I have a few books Iâve been eyeing, and I know the layout of this building like the back of my hand.â
âIâm going to be broke, arenât I?â Jeonghan sighed with a soft laugh when you nodded, taking one last bite of his food before getting up and taking your outstretched hand, excited for whatever activity you had planned.
After the timer ended, you managed to snag about 8 books, two of which were textbooks, which made Jeonghan raise an eyebrow at you, but books were expensive as fuck, so if you had the chance to monopolise someone elseâs money, youâd use it. The other six paperbacks were romance novels, with genres ranging from romantasy to standard romcom tropes.
âYou sure like romance novels, huh?â He teased, looking through one of the booksâ synopses, curious about the contents of the paperback, and opening a page where the main characters were having rough sex. Jeonghan whistled softly as Kimmy snatched the book from him, rang it up and put it in the paper bag. You thanked her as you waved goodbye while your boyfriend held the bag with your haul. âAre you sure youâll manage to read all of these? Six novels are a lot, you know?â
You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head. âItâs the weekend, Jeonghan. I have a whole Sunday free, and my Mondays usually consist of theoretical science that I can miss because the professor sends video versions of the lecture anyway. Iâll manage to binge these in a day.â
Thatâs when you noticed Jeonghanâs slight pout, prompting you to raise your eyebrow at him before he sighed dramatically.
âWhy are you pouting?â
âOh, I donât know,â he drawled, still pouting. âMy girlfriend would rather spend time with books for the whole weekend instead of her boyfriendââ You smacked him, cutting him off as he stifled his chuckles. âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean it that way.â
âI mean, I could kick Minghao out for the day, and we can hang out in the living room without him side-eyeing us.â You shrugged, not thinking much of it, as the two of you walked towards the cafe, where you bought your tea from and bought some drinks before heading to the park to sit down by the small pond.
âHow are you enjoying our little date so far, sweets?â Jeonghan asked, looking at you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You shrugged, causing him to gently nudge you. âCome on, tell me.â
âHonestly?â You looked at him with a soft yet happy smile, âItâs the best date Iâve been on in a while. Youâve outdone yourself, boyfriend.â
Jeonghan grinned, clearly happy with the praise, before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, surprising you. âPerfect. How many boyfriend points do I get?â
âBoyfriend points?â You raised an eyebrow at him.
âYeah, like⊠If I get enough of them, I get a prize or something.â He shrugged, making you blink at him.
âJeonghan, we are not doing that. What are you, a toddler?â You snorted, and he made a face which you almost smacked him for again, but refrained. âWe are not doing that.â
âWorth a shot.â
After your date, Jeonghan walked you back home and gave you a goodbye kiss that made you feel like you were on clouds. You felt all giddy, and you were giggling to yourself on the way up to your apartment.
Once you entered the apartment, you saw Minghao lounging around in the living room, watching something on the TV. He glanced at you before sighing, âHow was the date?â
âPerfect,â you chirped, still smiling, which made your cheeks hurt. âI think heâs actually not real from how perfect the date went.â
âIâm sure youâre itching to tell someone the details, so spill.â
âYouâre the best roommate ever, do I ever tell you that?â You sat down beside him after placing your paper bag with your new books on the dining table.Â
âIâve been told once or twice, yes.â He rolled his eyes, but Minghao was genuinely interested, wanting to know how your day with Jeonghan went.
âOkay, soâŠâ
After talking about your date with Minghao and Facetiming Joshua and Wonwoo in the process, you managed to get some good nightâs sleep. You couldnât kick Minghao out for the day, so you had to cancel your plans with Jeonghan, but the two of you called for about three hours before you had to end the call because you needed food in your system.
While you prepared dinner, you found yourself texting your boyfriend, sharing memes or just talking about random messages.
Jeonghan: Whatcha cooking, good looking?
You: Just some cream pasta.
You: Reading was quite slow today. I only read 50% of the first book.
Jeonghan: Thatâs still a lot, sweets
Jeonghan: Itâd take me about 3 days to get halfway through a book :/
Jeonghan: So, be proud of yourself for reading so much in one day
You: If you say so đ€·
You: Anyway, what are YOU up to?
Jeonghan: Iâm playing video games with Cheol
Jeonghan: Kinda boring ngl
Jeonghan: Would rather talk with you ;)
You: Pfft, okay.
You: Play your silly video games with him.
You: And apologise about the weed.
Jeonghan: Just the weed?
You: And the pocky.
You: I donât regret the sex, you know.
Jeonghan: Oh, I know ;)
Jeonghan: Iâd so do it again even if we werenât high
You: Youâre evil.
Jeonghan: You like me so đ€·
You: Fair enough.
Jeonghan: I gtg
Jeonghan: Text you later?
You: If I donât get immersed in reading, then yes.
Jeonghan: Okay, love u
You reread the message, trying to make sure you werenât seeing things before turning as red as a tomato. He didnât mean it like that, right? He meant it as a goodbye and not an actual âI love youâ? You screamed into your hands, confused and flustered as hell.
On Jeonghanâs end, he was also screaming into his hands after sending you that last message, Seungcheol, looking at him with an âAre you fucking serious right now?â expression. âDude, youâre overreacting. It was just a text.â
âYou donât get it, CheolieâŠâ Jeonghan groaned as his best friend was more focused on the game he was playing rather than Jeonghanâs insistent whining. âI said âlove youâ and not âI love youâ because Iâm a fucking coward. And I wanna say it to her face, not over text.â
âThen do that?â Seungcheol paused his game, sighing softly.
Jeonghan only groaned, throwing his phone on his bed before rubbing his face from slight frustration. He wanted to do it so badly, but he felt like heâd be pushing it. âItâs too early for me to do it! I donât wanna scare her off.â
He grumbled, and his best friend could hear his pout without even looking at him. âWhen did you become such a loser, Hannie?âÂ
Seungcheol teased, and Jeonghan glared at him, throwing a pillow at his friend.
âShut up.â
A few days passed, and everything between you and Jeonghan was going smoothly, going on quick cafe dates in between classes, sharing lunch with your friends, or just spending time together in general.Â
You were getting used to the whole boyfriend/girlfriend ordeal, not being used to having someone in your space besides your roommate. But you found yourself enjoying it more than you expected, liking the comfort of having someone to lean on for once. It felt lighter to have someone who could carry your burdens with you and vice versa.
It was a Friday afternoon, you had finished most of your lab work early and decided that Minghao had to go for the day because you wanted Jeonghan to stay over, and he just gave you an obvious look that meant âI know what youâre planning to do and Iâm letting it slideâ.
You were huddled up in a blanket, cuddling with Jeonghan on top of you while you played with his hair with one hand and read a book with the other, occasionally moving your hand from your boyfriendâs hair to flip a page.Â
A soft grunt left your lips an hour into reading, prompting Jeonghan to move his head from your chest. âWhat is it?â
âNothing⊠I mean, not nothing, I just donât wanna move at the moment,â you grumbled softly as your cheeks burned. You didnât want to ask him for it. No way.
âDo you need to pee or somethingââ
âNo, no! Itâs justâŠâ You trailed off, your cheeks and ears dusting red as you tried to spit it out. âThereâs a sex scene I donât really get.â
âAh,â Jeonghan murmured, causing you to flush further from embarrassment, before he tutted softly, âWell, that canât do, can it? Whatâs the scene? Read it for me, baby.â
âOâoh, uh, okayâŠâ You cleared your throat. âHarlan angled my hips, spreading my legs wide, teasing his cock against my slit before pushing inââ
âOkay, I got the gist of it, geez. I forgot most of those romance books of yours are in first person,â he grumbled before taking the book from you and placing it down on the coffee table before shifting slightly between your legs. âThatâs just simple missionary, sweetheart. Why are you so confused?â
âBecause thereâs more, Hannie. Let me finish, will you?â You huffed, grabbing the book once more, and he chuckled before nodding.Â
You cleared your throat again and continued, âPushing in with one easy thrust, my pussy squelched from how wet heâd gotten me. I whined, trembling like a leaf as I pawed my enemyâs chestââ
âTheyâre enemies?â Jeonghan cut you off, gasping dramatically as you rolled your eyes and continued reading.
ââlooking up at him so fucked out and dazed. He pumped his shaft into me a couple of times before flipping me around to my stomach without pulling out, burying my face into the pillows of my bed. He grabbed my hips up and started fucking me harder while muttering the lewdest things into my ear.â
You finished reading the part of the page, Jeonghanâs eyes half-lidded as he licked his lips. âI got the gist of it. You wannaâŠ?â
Your thighs clenched around his hips, signalling him that you indeed wanted it. A soft groan left his lips as he slipped off the blanket from your bodies, his hands starting to roam along your hips and waist, pushing up the t-shirt you were wearing to reveal your bare breasts. He expected it, since the two of you were home, but he still enjoyed the sight.Â
A whine left your lips when he leaned down, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, suckling and gently biting while he rubbed your other nipple with his thumb, switching between them so neither would feel neglected. Jeonghan continued his ministrations until you were panting and your nipples were wet, coated with his spit and aching with pleasure.
âGonna fuck you better than what that dumb book described, mmkay?â Jeonghan crooned against your neck, yanking your shorts and panties down your legs, and throwing them on the floor. His hand ghosted over your wet slit, teasing you as he spread your pussy lips open, watching as your tight hole clenched around nothing and gushed with slick that drooled down to the leather of the couch.
âHannie, pleaseâŠâ
âHmm? What is it, pretty baby?â He cooed. âYou need to be patient. I wanna take my sweet time with your sweet little cunt this time.â
âButâbut, you were gonna show meââ
Jeonghan shushed you softly. âI said Iâm going to fuck you better than what was described in your book. So, be a good girl and take what I give you, hm?â
You moaned at that, nodding as he touched you with reverent caresses, whispering sweet nothings into your ear before pushing two fingers into your wet heat, scissoring your sopping cunt as it squelched lewdly at his movements. Jeonghan stretched your inner walls, feeling them snugly flutter and wrap around his digits. His palm grazed your clit just right, pulling soft whines out of you as your thighs tightened around his hips.
Once he was satisfied playing with your sweet pussy, he pulled his fingers out before shoving them into his mouth and let out a groan. When he finished sucking off your juices from them, he smiled at you. âSo sweetâŠâ
Jeonghan didnât waste any more time, shoving his sweatpants down, freeing his heavy, leaking cock. He looked at you, begging and reaching out for him, so he decided against looking for condoms, and it wasnât like he had any with him to begin with.
Lubricating himself with your slick, his cockhead nudged against your bundle of nerves a couple of times, causing your legs to tremble and twitch before Jeonghan finally lined himself up against your entrance. Due to how slippery your hole was, he easily slipped in, a guttural groan leaving his lips as he felt your raw cunt around his cock once more.
âFuck, fuckâyou feel so good⊠Your pussy is sucking my dick in so good, sweets.â
âHannieâJeonghan, fuckâI, I, hnghââ
You whined out, grasping the material of the oversized hoodie he was wearing before he quickly shed it, so that he could feel your nails against his skin. You nailed his upper back, causing Jeonghan to hiss in both pleasure and pain from the sharp sting. He then started gently rocking his hips into you, each deep thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.Â
Your boyfriendâs eyes darted down to where the two of you were connected, and the sound of his cock bullying into your cunt was enough to make him grit his teeth and think of basketball statistics to prevent himself from coming way too quickly inside your spasming hole.
Jeonghan groaned your name softly, peppering soft kisses all over your neck and jaw before he flipped you onto your stomach without pulling out, just like what you had read in your book. Something about him easily manhandling you made your stomach flutter and your walls to squeeze around his dick as he pulled your hips up towards him, your ass up, while your face got buried in the throw pillows.
âThis is what you wanted, right, baby? Getting fucked from behind like a pretty little thing in heatââ Jeonghan grunted softly as he grabbed the globes of your ass, the fat dimpling under his grip as he spread your cheeks apart to watch how his thick length filled you up.Â
You could feel how his dick twitched inside you when he saw the messy white ring forming around the base of his cock, his thrusts getting slightly sloppier and harder as he licked his lips. Your moans were muffled but still loud enough to spur Jeonghan on and made him drive his cock deeper into youâhitting spots you couldnât reach yourself. The way his tip grazed against your cervix made you squeal and push yourself back against him, your back arching slightly from pleasure.
One of Jeonghanâs hands let go of your ass cheek, moving down between your legs to rub on your neglected clit, making you keen out a whine and your hole to clench around him tightly. Your toes curled as the heat in your gut expanded and licked at your tingling nerves.
âJeonghanâIâm⊠I think Iâm gonnaââ
âLet go, baby, let go for me.âÂ
You whined at that, letting go as you let your orgasm crash through you, making your back arch further as you pushed yourself closer to him, as Jeonghanâs hips stuttered when your velvet walls milked him for his cum.
A choked grunt left his lips as he stilled his motions, burying himself deep inside you as he spilt hot, thick spurts of cum into your messy cunt. Air was knocked out of your lungs as you recovered slowly, hearing your heartbeat in your ears as your vision was slightly blurred from the overwhelming pleasure.
You whined in protest at the loss of Jeonghanâs cock when he pulled out. Turning your head, you saw him panting softly, watching your leaking hole as he pushed his cum back into your used cunt. That was when he tugged you, turning you around as both of you were leaning against your heels. He caressed your cheek and kissed you softly, leading you to sit on his lap as he leaned back against the couch until he was lying down, before pulling away.
âSit on my face.â
The request caught you off guard, unsure about sitting on his face after he had just come inside you. But he seemed set on you sitting on his face, gently yanking your hips, causing you to grind on his abs accidentally. Your sensitive clit grazed his skin, and Jeonghan moaned at the mess you were making on his abdomen.
âAâare you sure-? I donâtââ
âIâm sure, sweets, ride my face. Let me clean that cute little pussy up.â His grip on your hips gently tightened before letting go, so that you could crawl over and hover your dripping cunt over his face. Before you could even stabilise yourself, Jeonghan pulled you down, his mouth latching onto your sensitive cunt immediately. He didnât care about your mixed juices, only wanting you and your sweet wetness.
A moan left Jeonghanâs lips as he lapped you up, tongue flat against your slit as he messily made out with your cunt. You grasped onto his hair, tugging and gripping for support as you started to grind yourself against him, his nose nudging against your clit just right, your release building up faster than the last as soft mewls left your lips as your boyfriend cleaned you up. His grip on your ass tightened, eating your pussy out with increasing vigour as he felt you clench around his tongue.
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, toes curling as you wailed in pleasure, your eyes fluttering closed as your hips stuttered against his face. Once Jeonghan was done with drinking up your juices, he easily lifted you from his face, shifting you onto his lap before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
âI guess we broke the rule about fucking on the couch.â
The two of you went over to your room after the situation on the couch. Jeonghan was peacefully napping on your bed while you were silently admiring your boyfriend, playing with some strands of his hair. Noticing your sketchbook on your desk, you decided to grab it along with your pencil and eraser before you started to sketch.
Before you knew it, you had a sketch of Jeonghan with some details, smiling to yourself, and not noticing him stirring awake.
âWhatcha smiling about?â He rasped, his voice groggy after his nap. âAre you drawing?â
He seemed curious, so you showed him the sketch. Jeonghanâs eyes softened at the sight, in awe of the piece of art you had done in such a short time. âYouâre talented, sweets.â
âThank you⊠Itâs something I took from my mother.â You smiled as you flipped through the pages, showing him more sketches, mostly of him, which surprised Jeonghan, but he was secretly very pleased.
After giving him a glimpse of your sketchbook, you closed it before placing it on your nightstand and huddling close to him.Â
Jeonghan pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, happy in your arms. âI love you.â
The confession was soft, but full of meaning, and you couldnât help but hug him tighter, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
âI love you too, Hannie.â
âNo take-backs. You love me.â
You could feel his grin against your skin, which made you roll your eyes before giggling.
âș pairings: yoon jeonghan x female reader
âș aus: dilf jeonghan, boyfriend jeonghan, jeonghan is a dad
âș genres: fluff, smut (18+)
âș word count: 9.7k
âș warnings: porn with a sliver (đ€đ») of plot, jeonghan is so down bad, he likes to dom you just a little, pussy eating, masturbation, reader is on birth control but this is not mentioned, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, creampies, light choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, after care. pet names: baby, babe, darling, sweetheart (hers) babe, daddy (his)
âș author's note: i lost my mind and just wrote this. i never write drabbles but yoon jeonghan always changes my mind simply by existing LOL DRABBLEâTHIS THING TURNED INTO A FULLY FLEDGED ONE SHOT HAHAKJDHKGJH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE HAKJHF
âș shoutout to @aeristudios for suggesting baby names, and for giving me the inspiration to do this, jskdfjh.
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It was only supposed to be a nap.
You and Yoon Jeonghan have been dating for a few months now. Ever since you met him, your life has turned around, and youâve never felt luckier. Jeonghan walked into your life with the smoothness of a trainwreckâin the best way possible. One afternoon, you came out of work and started getting rained on out of nowhere. And he happened to be the only guy willing to share his umbrella.
You started talking, waiting for the storm to subside. He took your number, and you were surprised to receive a phone call the very next day. It wasnât exactly easy to navigate the waters since you learned he was a single parent. Dating was hard enough already, and all of your friends thought you had lost your mind when you started dating a single parent in his thirties.
âIâm barely thirty,â heâd say with a laugh, the tips of his ears turning bright red whenever someone commented on it. Â
Jeonghan made things feel lighter, even if his life was a complete mess sometimes. He provided you with a sense of normalcy, a sense of security. Even though you were in your mid-twenties, sometimes you worried you were on different wavelengths. But as the months went by, you found that it was easier than breathing.
Both of you fell into a rhythm. Sometimes youâd visit him, sometimes heâd come to yours with his two-year-old strapped to his hip. Youâd dine together, watch some mindless TV, or play games. And whenever he could get the chance to, heâd take you out on dates, just the two of you.
Tonight, you came to his apartment straight from work. It was pasta and pizza night, and it was one of the very first nights that you would stay so late at his house. Neither Jeonghan nor you would stay at each otherâs places. You werenât quite there yet.
Typically, youâd see him wearing his clothes from workâa button-down white shirt, black pants, slacks, belt that matched his shoes. Very clean cut in his work uniform, to the exception of the pair of wacky socks he woreâlike salmon pink socks with cute little potted cacti. Thatâs the kind of man Jeonghan was.
But when he answered the door, you were surprised by what you saw. Sometimes you would see him wearing his uniform still, but with some bits already dishevelled, like his tie would be loose around his neck and his shirt with the buttons half-undone. No. This time, Jeonghan was wearing a white oversized white tee, with bright green shorts and a white cap on his head.
And something about it made your blood stir.
But you had to remain composed. You cleared your throat as you padded through his apartment barefoot.
âWhat are you cooking tonight, sir?â you asked playfully, following him into the open kitchen of his apartment.
The place was small, but perfect for him and Soheeâit felt lived in, toys scattered in the living room where most of life happened. There was a creamy white rug placed in the centre of the room, a baby chair where Sohee was hyper fixating on a bag of water and peas, while Jeonghan was busy in the kitchen.
Jeonghan eyed you briefly. A smirk broke into the frown he was previously wearing. âCooking?â he drawled slowly as he appeared to be fighting to open a bottle of wine. âPasta and pizza. I got up at the crack of dawn to make the spaghetti from scratch with my bare hands.â
âOh, really?â you smirked, clearly catching on to his game.
âYeah, obviously,â he said, masking a giggle with a cough. âWhat, did you think I would order food and then reheat it in the oven?â
You eyed the oven, which showed you the pizza that was currently being heated up. âI would never,â you giggled softly, pushing yourself to your tiptoes to reach for a kiss.
Jeonghan tilted his head to you, aiming for you to kiss him on the lips. But coordination between you failed. In the midst of him focusing on stopping the pasta from burning, and you standing on your tiptoes, you ended up kissing his cheek.
âStay still,â you whined, making him chuckle. Bringing a hand to cup his cheek, you fixed him in place for you to prop a quick kiss on his lips.
Jeonghan clicked his tongue. âKiss me properly,â he complained, pouting and knitting his eyebrows in a frown.
âPay attention to me, then,â you argued, laughing at his reaction.
âI canâtâIâm cooking,â he emphasized with half a laugh. But then he turned the stove off, quickly placing his hands on your waist to push you back against the kitchen sink. The movement was smooth, making you think that he had wanted to do this the moment he saw you walk into the kitchen.
âYou are a kitchen hazard,â he huffed, his voice low, barely audible.
âWhy?â you asked, laughing softly.
He tilted his head to yours, the tip of his nose bumping against your own. âCause youâre distracting the chef,â he whispered, joining his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, almost as if he wanted just to feel your lips with his own and nothing else. Then slowly, as he kissed you again, his tongue brushed your bottom lip ever so slightly, drawing an airy moan from you.
But then, an alarm went off, snapping him back to reality. Jeonghan tensed at the sharp sound, but leaned his forehead against yours. âDinnerâs ready.â
âIâll get Sohee,â you whispered without opening your eyes yet.
That gained you another kissâthis one was even more brief, fleeting. But it denoted the need he had to have his lips on yours. He stepped back, though begrudgingly.
This was the only push and pull you had with Jeonghan.
In all of the months youâve been dating, you have never gone past kissing. The only times you both have been close to doing something other than kissing were the few make-out sessions where he dared to slip his hands beneath your blouse, only to feel your back or your waist.
Yoon Jeonghan was the only man in your life who exerted control over himself.
And it was confusing at times.
Not because you questioned his affection, or his desire for you. You knew he wanted you. But for some reason, he controlled himself every time things got a little too heated. And well you⊠you wanted this man. More than you allowed yourself to admit.
The boyish aspect he sported as he wore his cap, the laid back look⊠you found it too hard to resist.
But you resisted it anyway. You skirted through the living room, through the rug cluttered with toys that told a storyâa train was on the ground, surrounded by little cowboys and ponies. You smirked to yourself, knowing what story Jeonghan mightâve crafted for baby Sohee moments before he got up to get dinner ready.
You lifted Sohee from her chair, mirroring the little squeal she let out as you wrapped her in your arms. âHi, young lady,â you cooed, smiling at her as she clapped her tiny hands together. Sohee was a perfect little girl with big bright eyes, a head full of messy black hair and the cutest smileâ just like her fatherâs.
Jeonghan had finished setting up the small round table and was approaching you with a small towel he normally used to wipe the drool off of Soheeâs chin. âShe might not be hungry, though. Apparently, she ate all of her meals at day care, not just animal crackers,â he commented with a slight but noticeably contented look on his face.
You made a shocked expression, grabbing her attention fully. âShe did?â you asked, and the baby giggled at your face. âThatâs awesome! Daddy must be so proud of you!â
Jeonghan blinked, his gaze shifting from his daughterâs face to yours. Now, this wasnât the first time you called him daddy, but you were beginning to notice that it had an effect on him. His eyes widened slightly, and he seemed to stumble over his words before he even uttered them.
He ended up just smiling shyly.
âCome on, letâs put you in your chair,â you said, pretending not to have seen his reaction.
As you safely put Sohee in her highchair, she held onto your hair, making fists around the loose strands and clenching them tightly as you placed her safely.
âSohee,â Jeonghan sighed reproachfully, catching her tiny fists around your hair before you did.
âOhââ you muttered.
But Jeonghan was quick, grabbing Soheeâs favorite cup and placing it in front of her strategically. âLook here, Sohee!â he cooed, his tone rising in a way that made you go a little feral with cuteness aggression.
But it did the trickâSohee instantly went for her sippy cup, silently latching her mouth to it and started drinking from it.
âYou okay, sweetheart?â he muttered as you stood back. Jeonghan was standing behind you, so you bumped back against him blindly, his hand falling on your lower hip by accident.
Your whole body became alight with excitement. A little too much of it. âYeah!â you sighed, your tone sounding too high. You cleared your throat.
If Jeonghan noticed, he did not react. âPlease,â he motioned to the chair for you to sit.
You sat down beside Sohee, looking at the table as Jeonghan placed the pizza at the centre. âHawaiian pizza?â you arched an eyebrow.
Jeonghan stopped, two empty glasses in his hands as he was just about to place them on the table. âIsnât it your favourite?â he asked, sounding horrified.
âYes, i-it is,â you replied, face switching into a frown. âHow did you know?â
He relaxed visibly, his shoulders going slack as he resumed putting the glasses on the table, then turned to grab the bottle of wine. âWell, you told me,â he said, smirking.
âI did?â you asked.
Jeonghan joined the round table, and it was small enough that he was close to you and Sohee at the same time. âYeah, you did. Our second date, remember?â
âUh, yeah. Totally,â you said, not hiding the evident unseriousness in your tone.
Jeonghan huffed. âAh, you donât remember,â he clicked his tongue again. âMaybe you should pay more attention to me,â he emphasized jokingly.
You giggled. âYouâre right, it is my favorite,â you said, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his cheek. âThanks for remembering.â
Jeonghan smiled shyly, looking down as you pressed your lips against his cheek. He directed a long look at you as you leaned back on your chair. âLetâs hope she likes it too,â he mumbled, cutting a small piece from his slice of pizza and pinching it with a fork.
âShe might not be big on it,â you mumbled softly, looking at Jeonghan as he drove the fork in front of her face. âNot everyone likes pineapple on pizza.â
He glanced at you. âYouâre right about that,â he huffed playfully.
âYou donât like it?â
He shrugged, still waiting for Sohee to take the bite. âI donât mind it,â he replied. âI just think it changes the whole meal. A snack turned into a dessert.â
âSo you think pizza is a snack?â you inquired, arching an eyebrow.
âI just donât think itâs a meal on its own, you know? It needs to have company, like pasta,â he replied with a light smile, his gaze shifting between your face to his daughterâs as she finally took the piece of pizza into her mouth.
âOh, moment of truth,â you muttered, completely forgetting what Jeonghan just told you.
Sohee appeared to be completely intrigued by the piece of food that had just entered her mouth. She chewed, her face progressively becoming more and more interested in swallowing just to get another mouthful immediately.
âIt appears she likes it,â Jeonghan mumbled happily, exchanging a look with you.
âOf course she does,â you asserted. You gave him a confident wink. âSoheeâs like me. She has good taste.â
Jeonghan smiled, content that Sohee was liking the food she was trying for the first time. But there was more in the twinkle of his eyes as he looked at youâyou were able to appreciate it.
He was happy.
After dinner, you offered to tidy the kitchen as he bathed Sohee and got her ready for bed. Usually Fridays were more relaxed for you both, since none of you had to work the next dayâbut something about that day had left you feeling tired, and sleepy. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was work, you didnât know.
But you were feeling too tired to drive back home, and in all honesty, you didnât want to leave yet.
You sat on the couch, waiting for Jeonghan as he put Sohee to bed, and then you could have a moment between you twoâwhich was probably going to end up with you watching something on TV, occasionally stopping to kiss until it got too steamy for either of you. It was usually like this. And this rhythm had you slowly falling into a steady stepâfamiliarity.
You realized you liked it. You could get used to it.
However, tonight, your body had other plans for you.
One moment you were waiting for Jeonghan on the sofa, shutting your eyes, and the next you opened them to find yourself in his queen-sized bed, covered with a weighted blanket.Â
You instantly tensed, scrambling to sit up.
Jeonghan was lying beside you, not completely asleep but not quite awake either.
The lights were off, but the curtains werenât exactly fully closed, so you could see his face thanks to the sliver of light that slipped through the parted curtains. He lifted his eyebrows, blinking slowly at you. âHey,â he croaked.
âOh my god,â you mumbled. âIâm sorry, I fell asleep.â
In the darkness, you saw him frown. âWhy are you sorry for that?â he asked, his voice soft, laced with tiredness.
You realized that he was still wearing the same clothes, sans the cap. Now, you could see his black hair, which he kept trimmed short. You gulped. âIââ you sighed, finding no excuses to give him. âI should go home.â
Jeonghan lifted his head from the pillows, still frowning. âItâs late,â he mumbled. âAnd you donât have to go. You could stay.â
The air in your lungs seemed to vanish in an instant. You knew the implications of staying the night at his placeâsharing a bed with him meant you taking things to the next level. A whole more intimate level.
âJeonghanâŠâ you muttered, but there was no reason for you to say no. You wanted to stay. And you were aching to lie down next to him.
He noticed something in your tone, the hesitation perhaps. Because he smiled softly, stretching an arm towards you. âCome,â he whispered, motioning over to his side of the bed.
You turned over, lying down in front of him. Jeonghan received you in his arms instantly, wrapping one arm over your waist and slipping the other under you, effortlessly pulling your chest closer to his.
Your breath hitched when you felt his warmth, instinctively finding his chest with your palm and pushing some invisible inches of distance between you. It was futile. Â
Jeonghan started giggling, crushing his lips on your face. âYouâre nervous,â he finally realized, pressing his lips repeatedly against yours. âItâs not like weâve never slept together before.â
âNo, weâve slept naps together,â you interjected. âAnd on a couch. Never on a bed.â
âImagine this as taking a longer nap,â he said, shrugging slightly.
âIn a bed,â you added shakily, skirting the pads of your fingers down his chest nervously.
Jeonghan laughed, aiming for another kiss. âMm-mmph,â he hummed against your lips.
Your pulse quickened. The kisses Jeonghan was giving you were mere pecks, lips pressing against yours repeatedly, gently. It wasnât until a grunt escaped him, the arm perched on your waist switching so his hand could park on your lower back. He tilted his head, pushing yours so you could part your lips, giving him access.
Jeonghan had a killer factor. And it wasnât his good looks, or that he was a great kisser, no. Yoon Jeonghan had a duality that only you knew. He could appear composed to some people, fun to others. A good father. A good co-worker. But the thing that never failed to make you want to die a little was just how sexy he could be.
And given the fact that heâd never gone past kisses made you a little crazy.
He kissed you again, now locking his lips with yours, humming into your mouth as you dared to swipe the tip of your tongue on his bottom lip. His hand slipped from your lower back, circling your waist and sliding to meet your hip. Inches closer to your bottom.
âJeonghan,â you whispered, bringing a hand to cup the side of his neck.
âWant me to stop?â he mumbled, his tone gentle and sweet.
You moved your hand from his neck, shaking your head in tiny motions as you cupped his chin. âNoâjust a bit longer,â you whispered, diving for another kiss.
Jeonghan returned the kiss just as heatedly, his hand on your hip pressing slightly so his fingertips dipped into the fabric of your skirt. You didnât even realize that heâd pushed the blanket down, or had you done it?
The sweet pecks had turned into a make-out session. It became harder to breathe, your body felt heavier and hotter. His lips were losing their gentleness, his chest closer to yours to the point it was noticeable in the shift in his breathing.
He pulled away, just slightly, so he could speak. âTell me when to stop,â he said, his tone rising a bit in desperation. As though he was getting closer to a line he wouldnât be able to come back from.
âJust as long as you are comfortable, Iâm okay,â you whispered, still unable to get a grip on your nervousness.
Now, you werenât completely inexperienced in sex. Youâve had your fair share of experiences, multiple partners in the past. But there was something about Jeonghan, something about his kiss that melted you away completelyâit made you feel like a beginner all over again.
âMe?â he whispered, chuckling softly.
âYeah, dummy, you,â you said, frowning slightly. âI thought you didnât want toâŠâ
He pulled away, getting a better look at your face. âDidnât want to what?â he asked, matching the frown on your face with his own.
âYou know,â you mumbled, shrugging with reluctance. âYou always pull away when the kissing gets too much, or when your hands go too far.â
He blinked. âI never realized you saw it like that,â he said, softer now.
âWell, explain to me how you think I saw it,â you mumbled, showing him a coy smile.
He seemed to slow down. âI thought you wanted to take things slowly,â he emphasized, still speaking gently.
The statement made your mind race. All the occasions that Jeonghan left you feeling a little too hot, panting, and wet have been because he thought you were the one pulling the brakes? âJeonghan, what?â you asked, genuinely confused. âI thought you didnât want to take things there yet,â you replied, hating yourself for speaking figuratively. Your face heated up.
He smiled fondly at you. âReally?â he mumbled, raising his eyebrows briefly as he leaned his forehead against yours. âYou have no idea.â
Jeonghan kissed you again, your breath catching as his lips locked with yours. The arm that was under your body wrapped over your back, as the hand on your hip held you tightly. You never wouldâve guessed what he was attempting to do, because when he turned over on his back, he brought your body with him too. Now, you were lying on top of him, your full body weight pressing down on his body.
You had no time to protestânot that you actually had something to protest. But this was the very first time you both dared to do something like this. And it wasnât because of any kind of convictions you had, it was just because you both failed to interpret the assumed distance.
And now that he knew you also wanted him, it was as though he was released from a self-imposed prison.
Jeonghan let his hands roam free on your back, leaving your hips to press his palms on the line of your back, feeling you over your clothes. He hummed into your mouth as you continued to kiss him fervently, as though his lips were magnetic, calling you to him.
Suddenly, your clothes became too much. You wanted to get rid of his oversized t-shirt, the shorts. Everything.Â
And Jeonghan was thinking the same, apparently. Because his hands moved further down on your body, his fingers pinched the stiff fabric of your dress shirt from your work uniform, hiking it up so he could hide his hands beneath it.
Despite his touch being cold, you welcomed it. Your body was hot, feverish as his lips continued to explore yours, his tongue meeting your own in a seamless dance. Your heartbeat was going a mile per second, so fast and so hard you could hear it thumping in your temples. It was almost embarrassing how a simple make-out session could make you feel like you were running a marathon.
It was his effect.
âHannie,â you called, your tone honeyed and airy.
âShould I stop now?â he asked again, and you realized from his tone that he was aroused as well. It sounded low, raspy.
âNo, no,â you mumbled dumbly. âPlease, just give it to me. Give me everything,â you pleaded, past caring how pathetic you sounded.
But again, you wanted this man.
Jeonghan didnât need further confirmation.
His hands slipped from under your dress shirt down and over your skirt, fully cupping your ass over your clothes. âSit on me,â he mumbled gruffly, swallowing hard.
You let out a strangled and tiny noise from your mouth. But you followed his instruction, moving your knees to each side of his hipsânot caring that the movement was hiking your skirt up your thighs, to the point that it barely covered your butt anymore.
Jeonghan didnât skip a beat, his hand circling your neck to motion you back on his lips. You were straddling now, so it was easier to lean over him to kiss him fully. You grabbed his face with one hand, while the other slipped on the side of his head, fingernails grazing his scalp, feeling his short hair in between your fingertips.
He moaned, the sound muffled by your mouth, reverberating in your chest. It made your blood dance, arousal sizzling under your skin, your heart race even quicker. Instinctively, you pressed your hips down, accidentally grinding your crotch against his. You could feel him through your panties, the hardening bulge beneath his shortsâits warmth.
His hands gripped you harder, motioning you to repeat that same movement by pressing your hips down on him, making you feel his growing boner. You broke the kiss, but only to feel his breath on your lips. âGod, Jeonghan,â you whispered shakily.
Jeonghan knew you were nervous by your tone alone. âTell me what you need, baby,â he told you, his voice still sounding raspy.
After hearing the word baby come out of his mouth, you could not speak past this point. All you knew was his hands on you, the very evident hard-on pressing against your crotch. And Jeonghanâs warmth, the need he had for you, all of that just robbed you of words.
But you could only utter one word. âMore,â you said, already knowing that without your consent, he wouldnât do anything.
You were sure that Jeonghan could feel your rapid pulse beneath his fingertips, his hand still parked around your neck. He motioned you to his lips again, a tiny gasp spilling from his mouth when you shifted on top of him, pressing your ass on his hardened cock. It made you moan too, the sound muffled by his mouth.
His hand slipped from your neck, fingers fumbling over the buttons of your dress shirt. The second his thumb went over the first button, your core started pulsing with need and heavy arousal.
You kissed his mouth, your hand feeling his short hair while the other one felt him up his chest. His heart was beating rapidly too. You could feel it vibrating beneath your palm. His fingers continued their descent down the buttons of your shirt, undoing each one of them with great care. Like giving you ample time to stop him if you changed your mind.
But you, on the other hand, were aching for him to get it done. To get your clothes off so you could start taking his. However, Jeonghan seemed to be taking his sweet time to the point that you began to think that he was doing it to fluster you more.
As soon as the last button of your shirt came off, you pulled back from his lips, leaning back on top of him so you could get a better view of his face. His eyes roamed all over your face and body as you let the dress shirt slip off your shoulders, taking it off your arms to then discard it somewhere on the floor.
Jeonghanâs eyes widened slightly when he saw your chest, covered only by the white lace bra that you were debating to take off at that moment. But Jeonghan sat up with you still straddling him, his hands switched from your hips to your back, palms feeling you up as he reached for the line of your bra.
He looked at your face directly, his eyes reading yours as his fingers unclasped your bra. Your skin immediately prickled, a shudder running down from your nape to your tailbone. You felt his hands move, fingers reaching the straps of your pretty bra to slide them down your shoulders, then your arms.
He paused, his eyes outlining the features of your face one more time before his gaze dove into your chest. Then he leaned over, pressing a sweet kiss on your collarbone, his wet lips brushing your skin made your eyelids flutter close.
Your mouth parted, his mouth continuing to kiss down your chest, was slowly driving you insane. âOh, Hannie,â you moaned, the sound sweet and almost pathetic.
He responded with a moan of his own, but his sounded raspy, almost animalistic. It made your blood surge, pushing you to press down on him harder. Jeonghan grunted again, this time in protest, as though you were fighting for control, and he would not allow that.
In one motion, he flipped your body over, pressing your back against the mattress. You gasped, your eyes finding him. He never handled you with such force, let alone put you down like this, because he wanted to cage your body with his.
He made no comment about your alarmed expression, but a cheeky smile drew on his beautiful lips before he dipped his head to kiss you again. You were now lying on your back, Jeonghan was slotting his body between your thighs, which you were parting for him, careless that your skirt was already up your belly.
Jeonghan slipped his hands between the mattress and your butt, finding the zipper with his fingers all too effortlessly. It made you think that he had already located the zipper way before this, which meant heâd been looking at your ass as well. The zipper came down, and his hands quickly moved the skirt down.
âI love when you wear this,â he said gruffly, pulling away to remove the skirt from your legs. âBut right now, it needs to go.â
He discarded your skirt somewhere in the bedroom, and you heard the metallic sound of the zipper hitting the floor, snapping you to reality. Your hands acted on their own, finding his oversized t-shirt and pulling it over his head, which he let you do all too willingly, even helped you with tossing the shirt to the floor as well.
You giggled softly, stretching your arms to him so he could come back to slotting his hips between your thighs. Once he pressed his bare chest with yours, you wrapped your arms around him, skirting the pads of your fingers along the line of his back, feeling his skin prickle as well.
You loved that he showed no hesitation. He wanted this as much as you did, and he wasnât afraid to show it. He initially bristled when your fingers started dancing on his bare skin, but as he let out a brief giggle, you realized that he was just ticklish and responding to your touch.
The sound alone made you go entirely feral, if you werenât feeling like that already. You let your hands roam on his back, searching for the waistband of his green shorts, beginning to pull them down.
But Jeonghan seized your hands, grabbing them by the wrists and pinning them up your head. âHold them right there,â he said, his tone raspy and laced with a hint of playfulness.
You did what he said, though not by obedience alone, but because Jeonghan had caged you with his body. He lowered his hips on yours, making you feel the size of his hard cock, then the warmth of his chest against yours.
He made a trail of kisses, starting from your cheekbone to your lips, then trailing down to meet the line of your jaw, the crook of your neck and your collarbones. Then, with a fleeting glance at your face, he dipped his head to kiss your chest, kissing your boobs with such deliberation that it made you think he wanted to do this for a long time. He hummed against your skin, tasting your skin as he wrapped his mouth around your left nipple.
You winced slightly under him, but then relaxed instantly when the tip of his tongue swirled around your areola, to then suckle at it and kiss it. Then he did the same with your other nipple, now the feeling was so sweet that you closed your eyes, moaning salaciously.
Jeonghan lifted his head, shushing you softly. But then he giggled bashfully. âWe donât want to wake the baby up,â he warned you, the same spark of playfulness making a return.
âRight,â you whispered, shame tingling beneath your cheeks. âIâm sorry.â
Jeonghan shook his head. âNo, youâre alright,â he whispered back, pushing his forehead against yours before propping a light kiss on your lips. âYouâre perfect.â
Your heart shuddered. You cupped his face with your hands, meeting his lips with your own with soft pecks. âWant to keep going?â you whispered, your tone rising a little, making you sound shy.
âYes,â he replied with determination. He swallowed hard, but then you felt him raise his eyebrows slightly. âAnd you?â
âYeah,â you replied, giggling at yourself. âIâve wanted you for so long,â you admitted.
âMmn,â he hummed, giving you another light kiss. âIf only you knew how badly I wanted you,â he replied, matching your giggle.
âYou can show me now,â you told him, your tone sweet and melted in arousal for him. âIâll be quiet.â
âBut not too quiet,â he said. âI like the way you sound.â
Something came over you, like a bright light bulb going on and off inside your brain. You smiled cheekily, even though he was still leaning his forehead on yours and couldnât see you. âYes, daddy,â you replied.
Jeonghan let out a sigh, and you knew that he was smiling just by the sound alone. He hummed, closing the space between his mouth and yours to kiss it. âYou will be the end of me,â he told you, giggling softly.
But then he wasted no time, continuing to explore your bare skin with his lips. He returned to kissing your chest, teasing your nipples with the tip of his tongue, and he did this slowly, as though getting to know how your skin tasted, how it felt on his lips. You were sure nowâYoon Jeonghan had been wanting to do this for a long time.
You remained silent, feeling too aroused and too needy to get things done to even speak. You felt as though your tongue had grown heavy in your mouth, and you were submitted to only watch and feel what Jeonghan did to you. He saw back on his knees, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your panties.
You exchanged a glance with him, and you knew that he was asking for permission just with a look. You nodded, and he started to pull your panties in his direction, taking them off your legs. You retracted your legs, lifting your knees up for him to take your panties off completely, and left them aside on the bed.
Now, you were utterly naked on his bed. For a split second, you wondered how this situation would look from afarâpitch black in the dead of night, only a sliver of streetlight seeping through a crack in the curtains. Jeonghan, half-naked and crawling on top of your body, as you welcomed him in your arms, parting your legs for him.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he drawled, pushing his lips against your own. âYou donât know how many times I imagined you here with me,â he whispered coyly.
âYeah?â you replied in kind.
âMm-mmph,â he hummed. âSo many times. And even then, all those things I thought about donât even come close to the beauty you are in real life.â
âHannie,â you giggled sheepishly.
He laughed against your mouth. âMy pretty girl,â he said tenderly, kissing you one more time. âSo perfect. And sweet.â
Your eyelids fluttered close, as he kissed the underside of your jaw, then your neck. You sighed. âAll yours, daddy.â
Now, you were sure that word had an effect on him. He let out a hum against your skin, moving to kiss your collarbones, your chest, your belly. âAll fucking mine,â he said aloofly, leaving wet kisses around your belly button.
The room fell silent again, all to the exception of your quiet moans and sighs, and the smacking of Jeonghanâs wet lips as he kissed your lower tummy, inching closer to where you needed him the most.
Now, part of you was finding it hard to believe what he was doing. Even if you had experiences with other people, they were never close to the man Yoon Jeonghan was. All of your past partners seemed to shrink in comparison just by the confidence he exudedâevery move was deliberate despite his initial nervousness.
And you attributed that nervousness to how much he cared about thisâabout taking this step with you. Because you were also nervous. You had never liked someone this much. And had never even waited to have sex with someone for so long while dating.
âHannie,â you mumbled shakily when he kissed your mound, sending you furtive glances to check in on you.
He lifted his head, and you saw his face. His lips were swollen and wet from kissing you, his eyes darkened and half-lidded with lust. âWant daddy to eat you out, baby?â
âOh godââ you gasped. âYes, yes, please.â
Jeonghan only smiled in response. It was a small smile, drawing on his face slowly. He said nothing, keeping his darkened gaze on you as he moved his mouth to kiss the top of your pussy.
You blinked repeatedly, mouth parting to let out a tiny moan. Your body twitched, and you laughed at your own involuntary response as his lips pressed a kiss just an inch lower. âGod, Jeonghan, please just do it already,â you pleaded.
Jeonghan grabbed your thighs, holding them open as he bowed his head between them, pulling out his tongue and running it against your outer lips. The feeling was exquisite, making your back stir on his bed, and your head sink on his pillow. Your mouth fell open, and you had to clamp your palm against it to muffle a moan.
He blinked, raising his gaze to look at you briefly before he continued licking your outer lips. You noticed he was doing this to tease you only, right before he did the real thing. He licked your outer lips, kissed them and nipped them with his lips until you were a squirming mess.
âPlease, please, please,â you begged over and over, sounding even more pathetic than before.
And he obliged, even if you werenât voicing what you actually needed. Which was his mouth on your clit. But he did this slowly, working up to it. He gave you a broad stroke with his tongue in between your folds, drinking your arousal straight from your core with a pleased moan on his part.
He licked you over and over until his mouth found your swollen clit, wrapping his lips around it once, as though kissing it only. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, only to get you to moan and thrash under him.
But he did not comment on it, even if you couldnât see his face, you knew he was enjoying this. He brought a hand to your tummy, placing it flat against the top of your mound and then he latched his mouth around your clit again, beginning to suckle at it.
âOhââ you gasped, leaving your mouth open wide as he teased your clit with his lips around it, sucking and pressing his wet tongue against it, moving it slightly from side to side. âGod,â you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut.
He did this for a couple of minutes, only switching the pace and motion of his tongue when your moans became raunchier.
The room was soon flooded with the sounds you made and the sounds of Jeonghanâs mouth against your dripping wet pussy. Other than that, it was dead silent in the house, and you were becoming addicted to this game of sorts, of trying and failing to keep quiet. And part of you began to think that this was why Jeonghan kept edging you with his mouth.
âDaddy, I want to cum,â you told him. Running your fingertips on his scalp, feeling his short hair underneath your fingernails. âPlease, help me cum,â you pleaded, your tone raw and sweet.
Your thighs were shaking. The rest of your body was so tense with arousal, you were sure you would break. But Jeonghan gave you what you so desperately wantedâsucking and licking your clit until you reached your climax. Tension broke in your body, filling you up with sweet, sweet pleasure.
Your fingers coiled around his hair, back arching as you let your orgasm consume you. âFuck! Yes, yes, yes, Jeonghan,â you whined quietly, pleasure robbing you of sanity as you started sobbing and shaking on his bed.
He didnât stop, not until you began panting and heaving. He left a sweet kiss on your top mound again, lifting his head from your ruined pussy. âFelt good?â he asked.
You pushed yourself to sit on the bed, hands quickly finding the waistband of his shorts and started tugging them down with shaky fingers. âYeah. Amazing,â you sighed, not caring how pathetic you sounded.
Jeonghan was on his knees, looking at you fumble with the remainder of his clothes. He brought a hand to cup your cheek once you got rid of both his green shorts and his grey boxers. You raised your head to meet his gaze, and you knew that he just wanted to have an image of you like this.
You bent down, grabbing his hard cock with one hand and propping a prim kiss on his cockhead. You sent him a glance, moving your lips to press them on his shaft. Jeonghan was well-groomed and had a pretty cock. It was long, and the tip matched the color of his lips. And it was warm, hard and leaking precum from his slit.
His eyelids fluttered slightly. âLay back, baby,â he whispered.
You obeyed, moving to lie back again on the pillows as he moved on his knees slowly. His gaze roved all over your naked body as he placed his hands on each side of your head, and then lowered himself to his elbows.
You ran your palms down his chest, feeling the muscle of his abdomen clenching slightly when your fingernails grazed against his skin. But he was kissing you again, as though he couldnât go for too long without joining his lips with your own. His breathing shifted, and your fingers wrapping around his hard cock again made him groan into the kiss.
You rolled your hand on his cock, stroking him languidly as he positioned his knees on the bed, making you open your thighs wide for him. And then you guided the tip of his cock to your pussy, rubbing his cockhead up and down your wet folds just to get a reaction from him.
Jeonghan groaned, but didnât stop you. And when his cockhead finally notched against your entrance, he pushed his hips against yours, slipping his bare cock inside you all in one go.
The kiss was broken. Your head sank on the pillows, and Jeonghan pulled back to see your face as he stuffed you full of his cock. Your eyebrows knitted, mouth parting as you let out a silent cry.
âYouâre good?â he asked you softly, but his breath was ragged already.
You wanted to say yes. You felt better than you ever had in your entire life. An exhale came from your nose; you were already fucked out.
Jeonghan nudged the tip of his nose against yours. âMn?â he hummed gently. âBaby?âÂ
âIâm good, Jeonghan,â you mumbled, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. âPerfect,â you mouthed.
Jeonghan giggled, starting to move. âYes, you are, baby,â he said sweetly. âSo perfect.â
You wished you could say something just as endearing. But you were quickly robbed of speech completely. Your mind had gone blank, going from the shocking orgasm Jeonghan gave you with his mouth to stuffing you full of his cock.
Jeonghan let his head fall on the crook of your neck, using your hair to muffle a raw moan as he moved his hips against yours, thrusting his cock inside you at an insanely good and steady pace.
You had closed your eyes, letting him take you however he pleased. You were too gone, melted in a puddle of arousalâit was then you realized just how wet you were. Your skin was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, your face smeared with tears of pleasure, and you could feel your pussy dripping with a mixture of your arousal and his spit. So wet in fact that every time Jeonghan moved, you could hear it.
You had started to match Jeonghanâs moans, except that he could muffle them on the curve of your neck. You were trying not to be loud, but it was proving to be a harder task than it initially was.
Jeonghan moved his head, probably thinking the same thing you were, because he crushed his mouth against yoursâkissing you so passionately that all you could think was that he was trying to get you to shut up.
But he leaned his forehead against yours, breathing raggedly as his thrusts picked the pace up. âYou feel so good,â he whispered shakily. âIâm not going to last long.â
âItâs okay. I want you to cum,â you replied, letting your fingers feel his skin. His back, his lats, his hips as he rolled them on top of yours.
The moan he let out this time was raspy, but he was able to drown it out in your mouth. âWhere do you want me?â
Your mind spun with the question. And you knew thenâyou were crazy. Because you had to be. âCum inside me,â you said, hating the sound that came from your lips. Raw, honeyed, like a whine.
Jeonghan grunted in a near-animalistic way, his thrusts stuttering in their pace, but he kept ramming his cock in and out of your pussy. âFuck,â he whispered. And he rarely cussed when he was with you, and that was how you knew he was growing more and more desperate. Closer to his orgasm.
âJeonghan,â you whined, knowing now that he was just as insane as you were. You cupped the back of his head with your hands, feeling his trimmed hair in between your fingers. âI want you to fill me up, daddy. Please, please.â
He let out a long, raspy moan, his breath caressing your lips as he started gasping more, pushing his hips against yours in a languid manner. You knew he was cumming inside you, and the thought of it made you moan with him, tilting your hips for him to fuck his cum deeper into you.
Jeonghan opened his hand, finding your head to caress your hair. He was panting, his chest touching your own every time he drew in air through his mouth. His thumb started moving side to side, caressing your temple.
You were shaking, hands slipping from his head, but stopped at his neck, feeling his pulse.
Then you felt his lips over yours, making you part your lips for him to have access to your mouth. His tongue rolled inside your mouth, drawing an airy moan from you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, on his lips. The act alone made your walls clench around him.
And he felt it.
Jeonghan grunted. And for a split second, you thought you were beginning to go insane because you felt him move, pushing his hips ever so slightly against yours. But no, Jeonghan was thrusting inside you again, moving his hips languidly, so slowly.
But before you could utter a question, something, he pulled back. Now sitting on his knees, Jeonghan grabbed your hips, starting to fuck you down his cock, which was beginning to harden again.
âFuck,â Jeonghan sighed, tilting his head back but only briefly. His gaze roved all over you, from your face to your body and down your pussy, where his cum was spilling out of your swollen and tight entrance.
You could only look at him. He had a fucked out look on his face, and you realized that his skin was also covered in a sheen film of sweat. Your gaze trailed down to his abdomen and the way it contracted slightly with each thrust of his hips against yours, to then his happy trail leading down his pubic hair, which was smeared with a creamy white string of your arousal. And he was also looking at you, where your bodies joined, where his cum was dripping out.
His cock slipped out of you, making you both emit a sound at the same time. You smiled softly at him, and he mirrored your smile back. He grabbed his cock, coated with his cum and your juices, only to drive it back in your pussy, pushing his cum deep inside your walls.
Your entire body was overtaken with an intense shudder. Jeonghan kept fucking you like this, moving your hips to meet his rapid thrusts. He was beginning to look tired, but that didnât stop him from grabbing one of your thighs with one hand and hiking it up his shoulder.
You whined at the change in position, now you could feel his cock reaching deeper inside you at each thrust.
âFuck,â he whispered tiredly, letting his head tilt back. âYou feel so good, baby,â he repeated. âYouâre squeezing me so good.â
You could only moan in response, which made Jeonghan smile, turning his face to press a kiss on the inner side of your knee. The feeling of his lips on your skin only intensified the pleasure building inside you.
âJeonghan,â you called.
âYes, baby?â
âFuck me harder,â you pleaded.
It was at that moment you knewâyou could never let go of this man. Because Yoon Jeonghan smiled at your request and gave in anyway. He grabbed your other leg and hiked it on his shoulder, now fucking you harder, driving his cock inside you deeper.
You let out a whine. The deeper he went inside you, the closer you felt to your second orgasm. And this time it was quicker, being so stimulated that pleasure built easily in your body. But it was the whole situation that drove you insaneâtrying to keep quiet while Jeonghan rammed his cock inside you, his cum spilling out of you, headboard slamming softly against the wall, everything.
âJeonghan!â you gasped, a strangled noise coming out of you as your second orgasm barreled down your spine, so hard you had to squeeze your eyes shut and clench the blanket with your hands.
He let out a sound through gritted teeth, and you knew by the way his thrusts slowed down that he was cumming with you, too. âFuck,â he whispered, thrusting tiredly now, sloppily. He eased your legs back to the bed, crawling back on top of your body to kiss you again.
The kiss was languid, heavy with the need to rest and go back to sleep. But you were both latched to each other, kissing passionately despite the urge to breathe properly again. You were tired, yes, but were also happy beyond belief.
You cupped his cheek as he broke the kiss with a gasp. âYou okay?â he asked.
You giggled. âYou have to stop asking me that,â you replied, caressing his cheek with your thumb. âYes, Hannie. Iâm okay.â
He blinked slowly, bumping the tip of your nose with his own. âDo you want to sleep now?â
You nodded. âDefinitely,â you said.
Jeonghan smiled fondly at you. âOkay. But before that, let me take care of you. Yeah?â
âYeah,â you replied, your tone tiny and so sweet.
It made Jeonghan smile. âAlright,â he said, kissing you one more time before he peeled his body off of yours.
He climbed off the bed and walked to the bathroom. Moments later, you heard the water from the shower running. As he came back to the bedroom, you got a better view of your boyfriend. He was gloriousâwholly naked, fucked out look on his face. And all yours.
âDonât give me that look,â he said as soon as he noticed you, smiling knowingly.
âWhat? What look?â you asked, playing coy.
He leaned over the bed, placing his hands at each side of your face. âThe kind of look that makes me want to climb up here and keep making love to you all night long.âÂ
You giggled amusedly. âJeonghan, youâre threatening me with a good time.â
He smirked. âOh, darling. And I havenât even started with you,â he said, pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.
A tingling sensation shot down, straight to your core.
Jeonghan mustâve caught a reaction on your face, because he only giggled. âCome on, baby. Letâs get you cleaned up.âÂ
Once back in the bedroom, your tummy twisted anxiously when you saw the aftermath of what you had doneâclothes scattered on the floor, the blanket tousled on one side of the bed and the messy covers and pillows.
You began to pick the clothes from the floor, gathering them in a neat pile while Jeonghan checked in on Sohee quickly. When he came back, your tummy fluttered again. He looked different, recently showered and ready to sleep, a different side to his confident face.
He had given you a t-shirt to wear and also offered to lend you sweatpants, which you declined, given that his t-shirt was already oversized and almost reached your knees.
A part of you felt different now. Not bad, exactly. Like you had reached the end of a chapter and were now beginning another. You and Jeonghan had had this routine of sorts for months before you started a sexual relationship, but it just felt so different now. It made you nervous.
Would he look at you differently now?
âIs something wrong?â Jeonghan asked, the sound of his voice snapping you out of your thoughts.
Jeonghan was opening the bedcovers and sheets for you both, motioning you over with his head.
âNo. Nothingâs wrong,â you replied, trying your best to mask your self-doubt. You crossed the bedroom and slipped into the bed.
When Jeonghan clicked his tongue, you realized that you had taken a space that was far from his usual spot on his bed. âCome here,â he giggled softly, noticing your shyness now.
âSorry,â you whispered, cuddling up to him. âForce of habit.â
âMmn, yeah,â he muttered, looking at you as you leaned your head on his shoulder. He emitted a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around you. âNot anymore. Mkay?â
âOkay,â you replied, letting your worries go.
âCan I ask you something?â he said.
You moved your head on his chest to look at him briefly. âOf course.â
âWhy did you think I wanted to take things slow?â he asked. His tone was soft, quiet.
You blinked. âBecause I thought you didnât want to risk things changing between usâŠâ You trailed off. âYou know? You have a lot on your plate with Sohee and your ex.â
The last word spilled from you like a curse.
You and Jeonghan always skirted around that topic of conversation. All you knew was that Jeonghan had a very fleeting relationship with Soheeâs mother, and it ended up with her getting pregnant. Jeonghan had full custody of Sohee, and you had also come to learn that his ex only liked to appear in both Jeonghanâs and Soheeâs lives sporadically. But on those occasions, she always seemed to make it a living hell for him.
Jeonghan blinked, and you knew your words had left a heavy impact on him.
Your heart squeezed. âI shouldnât have,â you added nervously, looking away. âIâm so sorry.â
A pause.
Jeonghan slipped his fingers beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet your eye again. âNo,â he mumbled. âWe can talk about it.â
âOkay,â you whispered shakily.
âI donât want you to think that there are things we canât talk about, you know?â he said, worry beginning to set into the features of his face. âAnd maybe Iâm to blame here, because I didnât want to bombard you with my stuff.â
âWhat do you mean?â you said.
Jeonghan sighed, and it wasnât out of tiredness or exasperation. He was looking for the words to say. âWhen I met you, I was terrified of some things. I debated whether to tell you about Sohee on the first date. I just didnât want to say something that would scare you away,â he lowered his gaze briefly. âAnd I debated even more on telling you about my ex.â
âBut you did tell me about Sohee on our first date,â you reminded him, frowning a little. âAnd about your ex on our second date.â
Jeonghan smirked slowly. âSo you do remember our second date.â
âOf course I do, dummy,â you said. And then it clicked. You didnât remember telling Jeonghan about your favorite kind of pizza because he had just told you about his evil ex. And that was his way of changing the topic. âI mustâve been digesting a lot of information while we talked about Hawaiian pizza, you know?â
He offered you a solemn look. âAnd you still stuck around. You couldâve walked away, but you didnât,â he whispered, looking at you longingly. âYou still havenât.â Â
You parted your mouth. âI donât think I want to, Jeonghan,â you replied in kind.
His gaze softened. âIf something happens, will you talk about it with me?â he asked softly.
âYes,â you mouthed. âCan I ask you now?â
Jeonghan nodded, blinking at you sleepily.
âWhy did you think I wanted to take things slow?â
âSame thing,â he responded reluctantly at first. He let out a sigh. âI thought you didnât want things to get messy, you know? I have a kid and Iâm alone in this. I didnât want to hold it against you if you didnât want to get sexually involved with me.â
A smile broke into the features of your face. You pushed yourself up to kiss him tenderly. âYouâre such a dummy,â you whispered.
âMe?â he giggled, holding you closer so he could press another kiss on your lips. âWhat did I do?â
âIâve wanted you from the moment we met,â you told him, and it was the truth.
âHow was I supposed to know?â he said, clearly clueless.
âI thought you always noticed,â you said, still in disbelief.
âBut you never said anything.â
âJeonghan,â you deadpanned. âI really like you. Like really, really like you.â
He smiled sheepishly, blinking slowly. âWell, I know that. I really like you too. I just wanted to wait until you felt ready to take things to the next level.â
âBabe, I literally called you daddy and let you cum inside me not only once, but twice,â you told him with a flat tone.
Jeonghan almost choked on his laughter. âSweetheart! You canât just say those things,â he said, sounding both scandalized and amused.
âWhy not?â you said, clicking your tongue. âYouâre always saying weird stuff as well.â
âReally?â he said, and you nodded at him. âAm I weird?â
âYep.â
âOkay, Iâm weird then,â he said with a faux defeated tone.
âYouâre weird like pineapple on pizza,â you said. âSweet and salty at the same time.â
He emitted a low chuckle. âThatâs really corny, babe. Iâm impressed.â
âThank you. I work hard on my metaphors,â you replied primly.
âIâll give this metaphor a seven out of ten,â he smirked.
You gasped. âAdmit it, you love my metaphors.â
âYeah, like I love pineapple on pizza,â he said, letting the sarcasm coat his words. He brushed his fingers down the line of your jaw, looking at you fondly. âYouâre weird too.â
âThe kind of weird that matches yours,â you said confidently.
Jeonghan smirked, closing the space between his lips and yours. âAbsolutely.âÂ
âș author's note pt. 2: i need to give him a kid. or kids, plural. like asap, please. i'm begging đ
i literally wrote this in between calls from work. like it literally took me 24 hours to write this, no joke. jeonghan just drives me insane. i have no explanation for this đ§đ»ââïž i might just be ovulating but let's be real â i'm always thinking about jeonghan, and right now the baby fever is going wild. you'll see in future fics lololol
Summary: You take a job at Velvet Room, an upscale club where the money is good and the questions are few. It was supposed to be temporary, just long enough to survive. But the night Choi Seungcheol walks in, everything changes. Heâs dangerous, powerful, and the kind of man everyone else fears. When he tells you to quit before you get pulled into his world, you should listen. Instead, you stay, and step closer to a man who might ruin you in the most irresistible way.
Genre: Smut (MDNI), Dark romance, Forbidden attraction
Au: Mafia Au, mafia x civilian au, non idol au,
Wc: 3.8k
Warnings: Smut (MDNI), size kink (?), overstimulation, dom!seungcheol x sub!reader, oral sex (m and f receiving), body fluids, cum swallowing, marking. (That's it ig...)
A/n: I have no idea why this took me so long, but hey, at least it finally saw the light of day. Thatâs what matters.
You should have known better than to take the job, but desperation has a way of disguising itself as pragmatism. The rent was overdue, the savings were dwindling, and when the manager at the Velvet Room offered you the job with the comment that the pay was "generous for someone who smiles well," you never bothered asking too many questions. The Velvet Room was a luxurious establishment, with low gold lighting and marble flooring so polished it was almost like looking into a mirror. The men who walked through the doors were dressed in suits that fit them like they owned the place, which they probably did. You were hired as a floor hostess. Smile. Escort. Do not interfere. Do not ask questions.
Not until your third night working at the Velvet Room did you finally get a glimpse into the true nature of the establishment.
It was the change in atmosphere that alerted you to the presence of someone significant. It was not until you saw him come through the doors that you realized the staff had been alerted too. The conversations around you died mid-sentence. Everyone stood a little straighter. The manager, who normally bellowed orders with irritation, moved with a newfound sense of urgency. And then he walked through the doors.
He was not a loud man. He did not need to be.
He wore black like it was the only color he needed. Black suit, black shirt, black hair slicked back off a forehead that was otherwise unmarred. His presence was not dominating; it was controlling. His eyes scanned the room once, twice, and you felt them land on you briefly before moving on. Your heart skipped a beat at the brief touch. Your manager was at your side almost instantly and clutched your wrist. "VIP escort," he said with a sense of urgency.
Before you could protest, you were leading him to the most secluded booth in the club. He had sat down silently, one arm stretching lazily along the back of the booth, a glass of expensive liquor untouched before him. Two men stood behind him, silent and watchful. They were not friends. They were guards.
âGood evening,â you had managed to say, keeping your voice as professional as possible. âWelcome to the Velvet Room.â
His eyes had slowly risen to meet yours. It was not a flirtatious look. It was almost... calculating, It was analytical, like he was determining whether you were worth remembering. You felt it when he spoke, soft and deep, but with a danger that wasnât exactly anger, just presence.
âYou're new.â
âYes.â
âName.â He listened to what you gave him, repeated it once, almost memorizing it. Then he motioned to the chair on the other side of the table. âSit.â
âI usually stand,â you replied, cautious.
âI said sit.â
His voice had a quiet authority that didnât leave room for discussion. You sat.
For a moment, he talked to one of the men standing at the back about shipments and schedules, soft and precise. You didnât listen. When he faced you again, though, his expression was sharper.
"Why do you work here?"
"For money," you replied, honestly.
A small smile, almost a smirk, played at the corners of his lips. âHonest. Thatâs not common.â
His fingers tapped on the glass. âDo you know what kind of place this is?â
âI have an idea.â
âNo,â he said, calm. âYou donât.â
Something about the absolute tone he used unnerved you.
âYou should quit.â
The directness startled you. âI didnât ask for advice.â
The guards shifted, but he leaned back, clearly fascinated.
âYou're not afraid of me.â
âI donât know you.â
âYou should.â
Before you could say anything, though, a man in a grey suit approached the table, acting like he owned the place. âCheol,â he said, like they were friends.
You found out what the manâs name was.
Seungcheol didnât turn to him at first. âYou're late.â
âTraffic.â
âThere was no traffic.â
The conversation that followed was heavy, darker than before. Seungcheolâs expression changed little as he stood up from his seat around the table and leaned in close to whisper in the manâs ear. Whatever he said caused the manâs color to drain. He nodded to one of the guards, and the man left.
No shouting. No showmanship. Just pure authority.
Your hands were shaking beneath the table.
âYour hands are shaking,â Seungcheol said, immediately noticing.
âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not.â
He moved in closer to you. The smell of his cologne was expensive and dark. âYou donât belong here.â
âThen why am I still sitting?â
He looked at your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to your eyes. âBecause Iâm curious.â
You should have walked away that night. You should have left. But you didnât.
The next evening, you had decided that this was the night you were going to quit. In fact, you had written a message to your manager. But you turned up, and you hated the part of you that couldnât help but hope that heâd show up too.Â
He arrived a bit late, sporting a small cut above his eyebrow and red, scratched knuckles. You felt something inside of you clench at the sight.Â
âYouâre bleeding,â you said softly, making your way to his table.Â
âItâs nothing,â he said, but you were not going to let that stop you. Your impulse wouldnât let you stay quiet, and you reached out for a napkin, moving closer to him. âMay I?âÂ
He nodded after a while, and as you placed the napkin over the cut, his hand landed on your waist. Not hard, not possessive, but just there.Â
âYou didnât quit,â he said.Â
âYou didnât stay away,â you said.Â
A small, quiet chuckle escaped him, and for a moment, he looked almost amused, a look that surprised you.Â
When you moved back, your hand brushed against his cheek, and for a moment, neither of you moved.Â
âYou shouldnât look at me like that,â he said.Â
âHow am I looking at you?âÂ
âAs if Iâm just a man.âÂ
âYou are,â you said.Â
His jaw clenched, and he said, âNo. Iâm not.âÂ
Something about the way he said that made him seem almost vulnerable, as if he were trying to tell you something about himself. You were not sure if he wanted you to believe him or to dispute him.Â
âYouâre not as heartless as you pretend to be,â you said softly.
âI'm not a good man.â
âI didn't ask you to be.â
The tension between you shifted into something undeniable. He stood up, moving closer to you until your back was almost against the wall of the booth. The guards nearby pretended not to see.
âIf you stay,â he said, voice low and controlled. âYou don't get to walk away when it gets messy.â
âI won't.â
He looked at you to see if you would back down. But he didn't see any sign of hesitation. So he took your handânot rough, but sureâand walked you through a hallway you had never been allowed to enter. Your heart was pounding in your ears.
âLast chance,â he said without turning around. âLeave.â
âTo stay innocent?â you asked softly.
âYes,â was the reply.
âIâm not innocent.â
He stopped and turned to you. Color left his eyes as he heard the edge in your voice.
He stepped inside his private office and stepped to the side to let you enter. The room was dimly lit. There was a couch against one wall and a massive desk against another. There was power in the air. The door closed behind you, shutting you inside.
He stepped closer to you. You stepped back until your calves hit the couch.
His hands went on either side of you. They trapped you without actually touching you.
âYou donât know what you do to me,â he said, his voice a little rougher.
âThen tell me.â
His hand went to your waist and pulled you closer until there was hardly any space between you.
âSay youâre going to leave and Iâll let you go,â he said, his voice low.
But you didnât say anything. Your hands went to his chest.
âYouâre shaking,â you whispered.
âYouâre a problem.â
âThen fix me.â
His grip on your waist tightened. There was something dark in his eyes.
âIf I start, Iâm not stopping,â he said softly.
Your fingers found the fabric of his shirt.
âThen donât,â you said.
His lips were inches away from yours.Â
There was a pause between you.Â
Anticipation was stretched taut.
And before the distance closed and restraint gave way to desire, he whispered your name.Â
His whisper of your name hung in the air like a final warning, but it only pulled you deeper into the storm brewing between you. The space between your lips vanished as he closed the gap, his mouth claiming yours with a hunger that had been building since the moment you stepped into that forbidden hallway. His kiss was fierce, demandingâtongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours, tasting the defiance and desire you'd thrown at him.
You gasped into his mouth, your hands fisting the front of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. His body pressed against yours, hard and unyielding, the heat of him seeping through his clothes. One hand stayed firm on your waist, fingers digging into your skin just enough to remind you of the power he held, while the other slid up your back, tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, deepening the kiss until you felt dizzy.
He broke away first, but only to trail his lips along your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. âYou're mine now,â he growled against your throat, his breath hot and ragged. His free hand moved lower, cupping your ass and lifting you slightly, forcing your legs to part as he ground his hips into you. You could feel the thick bulge of his cock straining against his pants, pressing right against your core, sending a jolt of need straight through you.
Your back arched off the couch as you pushed back against him, your pussy already aching, wet with anticipation. âProve it,â you challenged, your voice breathy but steady, even as your body trembled under his touch.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, dark and possessive. He spun you around in one fluid motion, your hands bracing against the couch cushions as he pressed his chest to your back. His hands roamed freely nowâsliding under your shirt to shove it up and over your head, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the office. His palms covered them immediately, thumbs circling your hardening nipples before pinching them hard enough to make you cry out.
âFuck, you're perfect,â he murmured, his lips brushing your ear as he unzipped your pants with practiced ease. He yanked them down along with your panties, leaving you bare from the waist down. The vulnerability only heightened the thrill, your skin prickling under his gaze. You heard the clink of his belt buckle, the rustle of fabric, and then the hot length of his cock slapped against your ass, thick and heavy, already leaking pre-cum.
He didn't waste time. One hand gripped your hip, the other guiding his cock to your entrance. He teased you for a moment, rubbing the head along your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness. âBeg for it,â he demanded, his voice rough with restraint.
âPlease,â you whispered, pushing back against him. âFuck me.â
That was all he needed. With a single thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching your pussy wide around his girth. You moaned loudly, the fullness overwhelming, every inch of him filling you completely. He didn't give you time to adjustâhis hips snapped forward again and again, pounding into you with a rhythm that was brutal and unrelenting.
The couch creaked under the force, your fingers digging into the cushions as waves of pleasure built with each deep stroke. His hand snaked around to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that made your legs shake. âCome for me,â he ordered, his teeth grazing your shoulder. âShow me how much you want this.â
The pressure coiled tighter, your body tensing as he drove you toward the edge. His cock hit that spot inside you over and over, his grip on your hip bruising, possessive. When your orgasm crashed over you, it was intenseâyour walls clenching around him, milking his length as you cried out his name.
He followed soon after, groaning low in his throat as he thrust deep one last time, spilling hot cum inside you, filling you until it dripped down your thighs. For a moment, you both stayed like that, panting, bodies slick with sweat.
But he wasn't done. Pulling out slowly, he turned you to face him, his eyes still dark with that insatiable hunger. âWe're just getting started,â he said, pushing you down onto the couch, his cock already hardening again as he loomed over you.
His words hung heavy in the dim office air, a promise laced with that unyielding authority only Seungcheol could wield. You lay back on the couch, chest heaving from the aftershocks of your release, his cum still warm and sticky between your thighs. He stood over you, shirt half-unbuttoned from your earlier grip, revealing the taut muscles of his chest etched with faint scarsâreminders of the life he led in the shadows of the city. His eyes, sharp and predatory, raked over your naked form, but there was a flicker of something softer beneath the dominance, a quiet check to ensure you were truly with him in this.
"You good?" he asked, voice gravelly but edged with concern, his large hand brushing a strand of hair from your sweat-dampened face. It was a small gesture, protective, like he was shielding you from the very storm he was about to unleash.
You nodded, biting your lip, your body already humming with renewed need. "More than good. Don't stop."
A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and satisfied. "Bossy little thing. But I like it." He knelt between your spread legs, his broad shoulders forcing your thighs wider apart. The size of himâeverywhereâmade your pulse race; even now, his cock hung heavy and thick, semi-hard but swelling again under your gaze, veins prominent along its length, the head glistening from your combined release.
Seungcheol's hands gripped your inner thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he leaned in. His breath ghosted over your sensitive folds, making you shiver. "Gonna take my time with you now," he murmured, his mafia edge sharpening his toneâcommanding, unapologetic. "Make you beg properly before I wreck you again."
Without another word, his mouth descended. His tongue flicked out, flat and broad, lapping at the mess he'd left inside you. You moaned, hips bucking involuntarily as he cleaned you with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the taste of your arousal mixed with his own. He hummed against your pussy, the vibration sending sparks up your spine, before his lips sealed around your clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, drawing out whimpers from deep in your throat.
Your fingers threaded into his dark hair, tugging as he worked you over. One of his hands slid up, two thick fingers teasing your entrance, circling the slick opening before pushing inside. They stretched you just right, curling upward to stroke that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. He pumped them slowly, in time with the flicks of his tongue, building the pressure steadily. "That's it," he growled against your skin, his free hand pinning your hip down to keep you from writhing too much. "Let me hear how much you need this."
The wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into you filled the room, mingling with your gasps. He added a third finger, the fullness making you clench around him, your walls fluttering as he scissored them, preparing you for what was to come. His mouth never stoppedâlicking, sucking, nipping lightly at your swollen clit until your legs trembled on either side of his head. He looked up at you then, eyes locked on yours, that protective glint shining through the lust. "You tell me if it's too much," he said firmly, even as his fingers twisted deeper, hitting that perfect angle.
"It's notâfuck, Seungcheol, pleaseâ" Your plea dissolved into a cry as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling relentlessly. The coil in your belly tightened, your body arching off the couch as the orgasm built faster than before. He didn't let up, fingers crooking faster, mouth devouring you until you shattered, gushing around his hand, your juices coating his chin.
He pulled back only when you sagged, boneless and panting, but his fingers stayed buried inside you, gently stroking through the aftershocks. "Beautiful," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, his dominance tempered by that rare tenderness. But the hunger in his eyes told you he was far from finished. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to your lips. "Taste yourself."
You obeyed, sucking them clean, the salty tang of your release mixing with the faint musk of him. It only made his cock twitch visibly, fully hard nowâimpossibly thick, the girth making your mouth water even as your pussy clenched in anticipation.
Seungcheol stood, towering over you, and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, shrugging it off to reveal the full expanse of his powerful frame. Scars crisscrossed his torso, badges of his mafia world, but his body was a weapon honed for control. He stroked himself once, lazily, the motion drawing your eyes to the way his fist barely wrapped around his shaft. "Your turn," he commanded, voice low and expectant. "Show me how bad you want this dick."
You slid off the couch to your knees before him, the carpet rough against your skin, but the ache between your legs overshadowed everything. Seungcheol's hand cupped your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip as he guided you closer. His cock bobbed inches from your face, the heat radiating from it, the scent of sex and him filling your senses. It was massiveâlong and girthy, the head flushed dark, a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip.
"Open up," he ordered, but his touch remained steady, not forceful, watching your every reaction like the protector he was beneath the boss's facade. You parted your lips, tongue darting out to lick the underside from base to tip, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed under your touch. He groaned, low and guttural, his fingers tightening slightly in your hairânot pulling, just holding.
You wrapped your hand around the base, your fingers not quite meeting, and began to stroke him in firm, twisting pulls. The skin was velvet over steel, slick from your earlier joining, and he throbbed in your grip. Leaning in, you took the head into your mouth, sucking softly, swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge. Seungcheol's breath hitched, his hips shifting forward just a fraction. "Fuck, yeahâjust like that. Take more."
Emboldened, you hollowed your cheeks and slid down further, your jaw stretching to accommodate his size. You couldn't take all of himânot yetâbut you worked what you could, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm, your hand pumping the rest in sync. Saliva dripped down his length, easing the glide, and you hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense.
His free hand braced against the desk behind him, knuckles whitening as he fought for control. "Look at me," he rasped, and when your eyes met his, the intensity there nearly undid youâraw possession mixed with that underlying care, ensuring you were okay in the midst of his dominance. You moaned around his cock, the sound muffled, and he cursed under his breath. "You're gonna make me lose it too soon."
You pulled back with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip, and replaced your mouth with both hands, stroking him faster nowâone twisting at the head, the other squeezing the base. His cock leaked steadily, pre-cum slicking your palms as you jerked him off with deliberate pressure. "Come for me first," you whispered, voice husky, meeting his gaze with a challenge of your own.
Seungcheol's laugh was dark, strained. "Demanding, aren't you?" But he didn't stop you, his hips thrusting shallowly into your fists. You leaned in again, licking the slit to taste him, your hands relentless. It didn't take longâhis abs clenched, a growl ripping from his chest as he came, thick ropes of cum spilling over your fingers, some hitting your tongue. You swallowed what you could, the rest dripping down your chin, marking you as his.
Panting, he hauled you up by the arms, his strength effortless, and crushed his mouth to yours in a messy, claiming kiss. He tasted himself on your lips, groaning into it. "My good girl," he murmured against your mouth, wiping your chin with his thumb before sucking it clean himself. That protective side surfaced again as he scanned your face. "Still with me?"
"Always," you breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifted you onto the desk, papers scattering forgotten. His cock, still semi-hard but recovering fast, nudged against your soaked entrance. He teased you there, rubbing the thick length along your slit, coating himself anew.
"Gonna fuck you now," he warned, eyes locked on yours, voice pure mafia command. "Hard. Deep. Until you can't think straight." His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he pushed in inch by inch, the stretch exquisite with his size. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, but he paused halfway, letting you adjust, his forehead resting against yours. "Breathe. I've got you."
Once you nodded, he thrust the rest of the way, bottoming out with a shared groan. The desk shook as he set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving his massive cock into your core, hitting depths that made you see white. One hand slipped between you, thumb circling your clit in firm strokes, while the other braced beside your head, caging you in.
Pleasure built like a tidal wave, your body coiling around him. "Seungcheolâoh godâ" you gasped, and he swallowed your moans with another kiss, his thrusts never faltering. When you came, it was explosive, walls clamping down on his length, pulling him over the edge with you. He buried himself deep, flooding you again, his release hot and endless.
He didn't pull out right away, staying connected as you both caught your breath, his arms wrapping around you in a rare, vulnerable hold. "You're safe with me," he whispered, the mafia boss yielding to the man who cherished you. But even in the quiet, the air crackled with promiseâ this was only the beginning of the night.
synopsis: you're too busy with textbooks and constant "when will you get a boyfriend?" questions. though, your roommate, choi seungcheol, seemingly has all the time to be sleeping around campus. it has you wondering, is it that good?
pairing: frat!scoups x genius!f.reader
genre: college au, smut, slight crack
word count: 13.4k
content/trigger warning: MDNI 18+ content, alcohol consumption, reader is an anxious person, reader is very sexually frustrated, reader wants scoups REAL bad, tension gah!, random ass oc names for readers friends, your friends are kind of pushy, drunk sex, brief mention of loss of virginity at the end, readers first time, brief dry humping, mirror sex, size kink & strength kink if you squint, nipple play, fingering, begging, degradation, grower!scoups, unprotected piv (no glove no love guys!!), multiple rounds/positions(missionary, doggy), overstimulation, spanking, rough sex, squirting, brief choking via choke hold, creampie, petnames: hers(baby), let me know if i missed any!!!!
a/n: oh my god i thought i would die before i would finish writing this. thank you thank you thank you, to my dearest personal friends and sister for supporting me during this. please enjoy, and if you see any errors don't be shy and mention them!! comments and reposts are very much appreciated <3.
one:
College dick is good, as everyone has proclaimed. Yet, here you are, two years into your undergraduate degree. No dick, no life, and no money. The Loser check list is practically already fully checked off.
If you didnât already exceed at the âLoser check listâ, youâre currently occupied at your cluttered desk. Head buried in textbooks, knee anxiously bouncing, hands taut in your âday twoâ hair.Â
There was an assignment that was due yesterday, and youâve been constantly thinking about it since. To be honest, you donât even know why you put it off, you swear you only did that to make yourself go insane.
You thought that you'll live a little but you're always stuck studying and finishing presentations. Or when you do socialize, all your friends talk about the cute boy on campus, or how dinner went with their boyfriend of two months, or their sneaky link ghosting them.Â
Those were also gentle reminders why you should stay single. You had your fair share; some blowjobs, as in one, then making out, and the list kind of stopped there. You prioritized homework and studying, over boys that are Mr. Minute Man.
As if college couldnât get any worse, you're also stuck with a sucky ass roommate. You didn't want to pay for on campus dorms, so you decided on a nicer place, but having to commute to school every day.
The thing about your roommate, is that they're full of shit, obnoxious, always, and when I mean always, it's constant, they're constantly fucking someone. You thought your libido was high? Oh no, you've truly been out-freaked by your roommate, Choi, freaking, Seungcheol.
Practically half of the campus girls had walked in and out of your flat. The real reason why, is because of Choi Seungcheol's fucking dick. His cock is a living and walking legend. Him as a whole is already a package: strong arms, deep voice, tall, and broad. Then, his dick was just the ribbon on the entire present.Â
Truly his greed sickens you, and yet the fact he's fucking a sorority sister, maybe every other week, agitates you. It made you wonder, is it really that good?
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It was another quiet day in your shared flat, you're brewing coffee absently. Seungcheol had left the house for some activity in his fraternity. He said it was some team bonding shit and then slammed the door. Perfect, you thought, the house was finally silent.Â
The awfully thin walls reverberated the moans from the squealiest girl he fucked last night. You needed this coffee and silence more than anything right now.Â
Your brain buzzed busily as you recalled the homework and upcoming tests you needed to finish and study for.
The electric kettle clicked with the bubbling of boiling water, signifying you to get out of your head. You poured the boiling water into a thick, glass mug. Stirring up the syrup concoction you just made.
It was your natural routine, the sound of your metal spoon clinking against your ceramic mug, with the rumbling and humming of cars outside your flat. It was comforting to say the least, when it was quiet.
Although many days like this, your brain wasn't. The loud noises from last night always sink into your stomach, coiling like a boa constrictor ready to eat their prey. You donât know when this sexual fixation started, or how you were so sensitive to⊠well that stuff.
Maybe it started when you began to read stupid smut books where they don't even execute sex properly. Then when you were older, watching stupid pornos where they go at an ungodly speed, and somehow you couldnât live without thinking about sex. Wishing to experience, like all those girls who said they lost their virginity in stupid highschool.Â
What got to your head was the fact you were so inexperienced, yet so experienced at the same time.
You let out a sharp exhale as you checked your phone with sudden urgency you didn't have five minutes ago. Your friends had decided you didn't come outside your house enough this month, so they invited you to eat some brunch with them.
It always went the same way, small talk, boyfriend talk, then to 'are-you-seeing-anyone' talk. Like, theyâve managed to ask the same thing in the span of a week.Â
Perhaps your relationship status might have changed, but for you, no way in heaven would it.Â
It's okay, they were good friends nonetheless. Always pushing you to do new things, and keeping that spark of social skills alive in you, despite your refusal.
There's not much they can do when you've set your standards higher than your grades, which your grades are pretty high. Or modestly high. Or is it average? You don't know anymore, with the ghost of expectations haunting you. A strict set of rules no one ever asked you to meet, managed to keep you in line.
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You quickly tidied up your hair as you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror. Your lips tugged up into a staged smile, then into a smirk of pure shock. You haven't seen yourself so put together in maybe, months? Usually these small dates with your friends motivated you to doll yourself up.
It's almost addictive how good you look when you put effort into your looks. You don't care how you look most of the time, because literally no one else cares. Plus, Seungcheol brings over these goddess-like girls, and you don't even dare try to compete with them. Not like you⊠not like you ever thought about appealing to Seungcheol.Â
As you exited the house, Seungcheol was making his way back home, glancing at you like a stranger.
"Where are you going?" He pressed, making you shoot him an incredulous glare. Heâs acting like you donât have a social life, which is partially correct.
"Brunch. With my friends." You stated it like it was obvious, like he could have guessed. Which he couldn't.Â
He doesn't believe in 'brunch'. It's either late breakfast or early lunch, no such thing as 'brunch', he proclaimed the last time you uttered such words.
"Oh, okay." He cocked an accusing eyebrow, and walked into the house without another word. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes at how stupid that conversation was.
That summed up your relationship, a few words, a glare, and then thick silence. Recently though, heâs been ignoring you, or avoiding you? You canât tell because youâve been avoiding home as of late.
An uncharacteristic thing thatâs been happening is the lack of girls flooding into your shared place. Last night was kind of a surprise though, he would have told you before⊠but he didnât. Honestly, youâre kind of thankful that he told youâ excluding last nightâ because you couldnât manage any more sleepless nights.
You sighed slamming your car door to silence the endless spill of thoughts in your head. Your eyes tried to keep focus on the route as your knuckles clenched to white. He's so utterly stupid, you can't believe people would flock over to suck his dickâ
Your GPS yelled at you that you had missed your left turn. A long sigh dragged from your lips as you followed the prompted directions. Youâre shooting glances at your phone whilst making sure another driver doesnât decide to play footsies with their brake.
Something thatâs a mystery to you is how Seungcheol inhabited a chunk of your brain. The ratio being 95% school and 5% Seungcheol, and thatâs pretty extreme for you.Â
Heâs your roommate, you shouldnât be imagining wanting to run your hands along his back muscles, tracing the tattoo of an olive tree down the column of his spine. Or even how his face feels when he buries it into the crook of your neck, his calloused hands gripping onto your thighs.
Whenever he occupied your thoughts, you couldnât figure out why. Even if you were to stop and think, itâd strain your big, beautiful brain. You wouldnât dare date him, he sleeps around, heâs an asshole, heâs not as driven in school as you are. Heâs just⊠just someone you shouldnât date or be affiliated with.Â
Your pride held you back mostly, and you knew that. Itâs just if you were to date him, you feel like this perfect world you had built so deliberately, will shatter. Your friends will be disappointed, the past girls he dated and slept with will lash out at you, and maybe even your parents will be disappointed. You donât want that. You donât want to disappoint anyone, and most importantly, you donât want to disappoint Seungcheol.
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The cafe was cozy, with welcoming colors and flourishing plants. In the window, you can see an older guy with a newspaper who sat alone in a booth. A family of four eating at a table while talking animatedly to each other. Then an awfully chatty dude talking to the guy working behind the bar, adjusting the cakes on the display.Â
After you begrudgingly parallel parked, the door chimed as you pushed it open. A chipper, brunette hostess greeted you, but your friends are already hooting and hollering in a booth that you can only see in your peripheral.
"I'm... with them." You motioned with your thumb, and the hostess just nodded with an understanding smile on her lips.
"Oh my god! It's a miracle!" Erika exclaimed, her dyed dirty blonde hair tied neatly up into a bun. A gummy, warm smile graced her already beautiful face.
"Is it really one? We had to beg her to come out." Jennifer retorted, snorting before she drank a sip out of her chai latte. She tucked her silky black hair behind her ear, her dainty silver piercings glimmering in the morning light.
You let out a scoff as you playfully shoved Jennifer, who gasped in offense. "Listen now, I just didn't want to bail on your guy's beautiful faces."Â
"Please, we all know you need relationship advice." Jennifer murmured slyly, making Erika laugh. She always laughed at anything, and which you're thankful for, because you'd actually fight Jennifer if it wasn't for Erika's sweet laughter.
"Me? How's you and that mysterious campus boy you kissed at the last sorority party?" You prodded, Jennifer returned your comment with a lazy eye roll.
"Hey, that was just a one time thing. He's kind of weird." She admitted, stirring her drink absently.
Erika hummed noncommittally, seemingly deep in thought or just spacing out. "Wasn't he like a stoner? I'm pretty sure Jiwon got in trouble last time for being with a guy who did drugs."
"Erika what the actual hell are you talking about?" Jennifer laughed, looking at Erika's already dumbfounded face.
"Oh my god, are you guys talking about Chris? Seungcheol said he got kicked out." You whispered in a conspirative manner. Seungcheol didn't actually tell you this directly, you just happened to overhear.
"You kissed Chris?" Erika's face visibly repulsed, plucking up her menu.
"No! I don't know what this idiot is talking aboutâ" Jennifer sighed loudly as she cut herself off, playfully glaring back at you.
"Speaking of Seungcheol, you should go to his party this weekend." Jennifer suggested to you, in order to change the topic, her manicured nails clinking against her drink.
"Girl, if I went to a party, something seriously wrong must have happened." You plainly responded, closing your menu. "Are you guys ready to order?"
Erika hummed in response as she stirred the straw around in her drink. Jennifer called over the waiter who happened to be placing out cups of water for a nearby table.Â
Jennifer was always the strong-headed, blunt beauty in this trio. With her dark hair and monochromatic clothing, even you would date her.
Erika on the other hand... was different. Her bubbly, giggly attitude was a stark difference to Jennifer. To the pastel and warm toned clothing and delicate, you can say those two were polar opposites.
With you, you were the perfect mix of them both. That's why you guys get along so well. Even though they nag you about your absent dating life.Â
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Your meal arrived in a speedy manner, youâre already stuffing your face because just coffee wouldn't cut it for you.Â
Erika and Jennifer rambled about the drama between sororities right now. How girls are constantly getting caught being indecent literally anywhere now. They turn their attention to your crumb dusted face.
"Say, has Seungcheol been bringing anyone to your place recently?" Erika poked, pointing her fork at you.
"No? Well, usually he's been doing it when I'm out of the house, in the library." You chewed on your right side of your mouth, washing your meal down with water.
"Of course... the library." Jennifer mused, giving you a teasing glare.
"Well excuse me⊠Mr. Wagner assigned a freaking essay right before break. I don't wanna hear moaning when I'm writing about some... stupid bullshit he always pulls out of his ass." You retorted, no more food in your mouth.
Jennifer raised her hands in defense. "Okay chill, I was just making an observation. Also, how have you been keeping up with Seungcheol? You havenât been bitching and moaning about him recently.â
âHey! Iâve never bitched and moaned about Seungcheol.â You pointed your fork at Jennifer. You havenât actually, it was a keen observation. Recently heâs been nicer to you, if avoiding you is being nice.
Erika glanced at you like you were crazy. âExcuse me??? Thatâs all you did for about maybe a month.â
You sighed in defeat, poking at your food absently. â...Okay maybe.â
ââOkay maybeâ isnât an answer, something has to be going on.â Jennifer nagged, and she was kind of right. Just kind of.
âFine⊠if you want to hear it so badly, I guess Iâll just admit it.â A long sigh dragged from your lips; the heavy weight of your thoughts fleeting as you prepared to announce it.
You annoyingly drawled out the thick silence, nails tapping insistently on the dining table. âIt's like⊠I canât stop thinking about him.â You mumbled out, eyes glued on your food.
They both groaned, like they saw this coming.
âDude, what⊠What the hell?â Erika sighed, pinching her nose bridge.
âI freaking knew it!â Jennifer scoffed, smashing her fork against the table, creating an awfully loud metallic clank.
âGuysâ just hear me out.â You started, but both of them look unimpressed, easily shutting you up. A ball of guilt started stirring in your stomach as you looked at them in panic. Unease rushed through your body, as anxious thoughts flooded your mind.
âYouâre coming to this party if you like it or not. You need to realize that Seungcheol is actually evil.â Jennifer reprimanded, she immediately yanked out her phone. âSending you the details, right now.â
Shortly, your phone buzzed with Jenniferâs contact dropping down on the notification bar. Telling them and understanding your feelings, was already a sign youâre too far gone. It's their duty to refrain you from falling victim to Choi Seungcheol. Even if theyâre already failing.
two:Â
Pathetically, you've retreated to the library to take your mind off things. Taking a quiet corner you've always claimed. The familiar musty smell of yellowed paper and the outside rain truly healed your heart. You neatly set up your folders, pushing up your slipping bluelight glasses.
It was perfect actually, the clouds blocking the shining sun with fat drops of rain. An unexpected heavy sigh escaped your lips, as you stared at your blank document. You came here to distract yourself, but you spot a touchy couple a few tables away to your right.Â
You can see his hand squeeze her thigh in broad fluorescent lighting. How her leg is thrown over his knee, and how their shoulders rubbed against each other.Â
Your nails dugged into your knees unconsciously at the sight. The tension in your jaw snapped you back to reality.
God, get a room, you thought.Â
As your knee bounced anxiously, you can't help your drifting mind.Â
Imagining the warmth and pressure of someone else's hands. Their own personal scent fogging your mind, their voice soft and reserved for you. His strong arms draped over your shoulder like it belonged there as he played with your hair. A gummy smile growing, making his dimples cave in his cute cheeks. His full, pouty lips distract you from his attentive eyesâŠ
You shook your head to snap yourself out of this perverted daze. You can't believe you just thought about Seungcheol. Wait. Was that Seungcheol you were thinking about?Â
An annoyed sigh escaped your bitten lips, your eyes snapping back down to the bare document.Â
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Ten minutes went by. Then fifteen. Then thirty.
Your nail tapped insistenly against the metal of your laptop while your bouncing knee practically shook the whole table. The downpour of the rain was getting louder and more intense, some people fleeing into the library to just wait it out.
Your mind returned to those past imaginations, absolutely wrecking your concentration. You feel too immersed in your thoughts, even to the point where your heart started racing at the idea.
Itâs almost like you can feel his breath mingling with yours and stealing the air out of your lungs. A phantom brush of his nose against your pulse point, that familiar charming smile haunting against your neck. His annoyingly addicting scent that is tailored to him and him only. Just the mere thought of him has you wrecked.
Suddenly, you take a moment, sniffing the air like a weirdo. You could have sworn you smelt his signature scent. A whiff of the gut wrenching cedary citrus hit you, a chill running straight up your spine. Thereâs no doubt that it's Seungcheol's cologne.Â
An annoyed and pent up sigh left your mouth. Your head falling into your palms as you groaned, trying to clear your head just in case heâs actually lurking around.
His cologne got stronger, the scent haunting you, or maybe you were thinking about him too much. It was like you manifested him into existence.Â
Suddenly, you feel the warmth of someone elses body radiating onto yours.
âCan I sit here?â A smug voice asked, already pulling the chair out to sit besides you.
A wave of his cologne smacked you awake, and you finally peeked through your fingers.
Seungcheol was sitting there, close enough for you to see the droplets of rain on his hair. How his damp shirt accentuated his firm chest, and beads of rain dripping down his defined biceps.
Oh my god. This is truly a sight of sore eyes, you must admit.
âWhat?â A sputtered laugh escaped him, his hand running through his damp hair. The mussed hair made him look even more sexier, making your teeth gritting in annoyance.
âWhat do you want?â You softly groaned out, peeking at him again. Youâre trying to avoid his eyes, especially the fact youâve been thinking about him for the past hour.
âWoah, chill.â Seungcheol breathed out, looking you up and down, almost like he was savoring the sight in front of him. Thatâs weird. Heâs being weird. You feel weird.
You looked around the library, catching his friends goofing off. Theyâre mishandling books, getting their wet clothes on the carpet, and making an awfully loud ruckus in a library. You cringe at the sight of them.
âWhy donât you just go with them?â You asked pointedly, but you completely understand that you wouldnât wanna be seen with idiots like them.
âBecause.â Seungcheol murmured, you could feel his eyes burning holes into you.Â
âOkay, whatever.â You grumbled, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Your fingers pushed up absently at your bluelight glasses, using this as an excuse to hide your flushing face.
What does he even mean, âbecauseâ? Did he want to hang out with you? Did he see you and decided he wanted your company instead of his close friends? Does he enjoy being around you?
Noâ youâre overthinking all of this. Your friends are right, heâs evil. Heâs just playing games with you right now. Heâs eager to watch how you play the next move.Â
You sighed loudly as you opened up the blank document again, which is a weak attempt to distract yourself.
âHey, at least talk to me.â The pout is so strong in his tone, you couldnât help but laugh in shock.
âExcuse me?â You shamelessly smiled toward him, skeptical at his sulking. Seungcheol did this from time to time with you, but him being sad over not getting your attention? This is a new reaction.
âI wanted to see what you were doing here so late, at least talk to me.â He admitted quietly.
One blink. Two blinks.Â
âOh.â You mumbled out stupidly, like you suddenly forgot how to use your mouth. The soft admission made you burn red like a fool, and just like that, heâs taken a pawn. Seungcheol has you in a vulnerable spot.
âWhat?â A sly smirk curled on the corner of his lips.
Fucking asshole. He knew what he was doing to you, and it seemed to egg him on even more, wanting to elicit more reactions out of you.
âNothing⊠Iâm just finishing up homework.â You murmured, hoping thatâll suffice. You turned your body away again, trying to tell him youâre done playing verbal chess.
âFinishing? Youâve been staring at the same empty doc for the past⊠I donât know, since Iâve been here.â Seungcheol mentioned, his fingers drumming too close to your arms. Your brain immediately rolled in thoughts you should not be thinking about right now.
âHey. Are you even listening?â He sulked again.
âSorry, Iâm so focused, I donât ever hear annoying people talking.â You explained, briefly turning your head to glance at him.
âIâm so not annoying, what are you even talking about?â Seungcheol inched closer. Itâs almost like he knew what his proximity was doing.
He must be doing such bullshit on purpose. He moved his hand besides yours, your forearms parallel. You can feel a tingling sensation as his eyes dragged down your body. Itâs driving you insane, what are his intentions?Â
âYeah? Thatâs the first stage, denial.â You smiled, proud at your effortless and witty comeback.
Seungcheol let out a weak laugh, an audible sign of defeat. Your heart launched into your throat as he leaned in even more, his cologne a familiar punch to your gut, his breath fanning over your exposed arm. Seungcheol is evilâ conniving and evil and so utterly handsomeâ your friends were more than right.
âHar-har, you really got me there.â Seungcheol murmured lowly, his voice sending pathetic shivers up your spine. He was resting his chin on his palm, which brought his face impeccably closer to yours.
He pulled back slowly, keeping his eyes on you. Your stomach launched into your throat, praying that it didnât show on your face.Â
But the way the smirk curled up on those plush lips of his, he clearly saw right through you. He saw how your eyes diverted like skidding mice, the way your knee stopped bouncing for a mere second, he knew you too well to not see it.Â
For a moment you couldnât breathe in the air of tension, you couldnât fathom the thought of his eyes peeling back the layers you spent years putting up. When youâre with him, itâs like a fog-dense maze that never ends. Everytime though, he always found a way to end before you, and won your little mind games.
Thankfully, Seungcheol doesnât comment on it, and you tore your eyes away before they could wander further. You finally occupied yourself with the very much blank document in front of you.
As you typed away, you canât help but feel that heâs closer than before. His body heat made your arm hairs prick up at the sudden warmth.
If this couldnât get any worse, you curiously glance back at him.Â
Heâs already staring. Eyes calculating you before he checkmated your king: your dignity and pride.
A whole body chill struck you, making you snap your head away in urgency. You bit your inner lip to distract you from hysterically screaming, whilst bouncing your knee anxiously once again.Â
He leaned in closer now, his arm near your laptop.Â
âDid I finally get your attention?â Seungcheol hummed, his voice husky and so awfully warm. The tone running you up straight into a spiral.
âFuck off, I came here to study by myself.â You managed to mumble back, it came out more meek than you expected.
âAm I not an exception?â Seungcheol frowned, leaning in impeccably closer, like he wanted you to look at him again. His eyes followed your avoidant ones as his breath mingled with the air you breathe, his whole presence beckoning you.
You werenât stupid, you wouldnât fall for his manipulating acts.Â
âYouâre less than an exception, youâre not even an option.â You bitterly comment as you turn your attention back to your laptop.
He let out a low whistle. âStruck a nerve there, didnât I?â
âI just wanted to be with you.â Seungcheol mumbled, like he was worried the words would land differently.
Okay, you are kind of stupid. You let your eyes reach him again, peeking at him off your right shoulder.
You feel even more stupid, as your heart physically ached when you see him get up. His pointer finger brushing over your knuckle on accident, you hope on accident.Â
âIâll just go if this is the case. See you at home then.â He held your eyes for a beat longer than you expected. It was like he wanted to say more, but was too hesitant.
You didnât notice how your hand bunched up the fabric of your sweats in that weirdly tense moment. His eyes searched yours, desperately almost; it felt like he was trying to read you, but you were a complicated riddle. He walked off with his back towards you and his friends following him like dogs.
âFuck.â You muttered once he was out of earshot, burying your face in your hands.
There goes your hour of concentration. Thanks a lot, Choi Seungcheol.
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Besides Seungcheol bombarding your mind, your friends, Erika and Jennifer, are blowing up your phone.Â
They keep on sending inspo pictures of group photos they want to take on their digital cameras. They even have your outfit planned out to the tea. Theyâre assigning each other roles to make sure any guy, besides Seungcheol, will talk to you.
A nervous flutter rose to your chest as you thought about the party.
So much for studying, you thought. You packed up, stuffing your laptop with the still empty document. You were heading to Erikaâs house, which was close to the library.
Erika thoroughly explained how sheâs going to do your makeup, and the clothes that she had prepared for you. Pinterest photo after another, youâve realized thereâs no way you can back out now.
Jennifer and Erika ended up arguing on the vibe. Jennifer said chic and simple, nothing too showy or âsluttyâ, but that would be hypocritical⊠as Jenniferâs best friend is a lethal v-cut neckline.Â
Erika strongly pushed for a cowl neckline, with the backless feature. With complimenting tight bootcut jeans that show off the curvature of your ass perfectly. Of course only she would think about what your butt would look like in jeans.Â
Though, they came to a conclusion: a micro skirt, that youâre hundred percent sure your butt will be hanging out of. For the top, they managed to battle it out and decided on a simple black tank, with a lacy bra that is not debatable.Â
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Your heart beat thrummed through your skin, your fingers anxiously tapped on the vanity. Erika hovered around you like a humming bird with her hands all over your hair. Jennifer is constantly skipping through songs, trying to find the right vibe.Â
An unsettling feeling dwelled in your stomach.Â
Youâre really doing this, you thought. Youâre seriously going to waltz in and flaunt your stuff just to spite Seungcheol. Maybe even kiss another guy, just to show Seungcheol that you donât want him. Your brain is going down a steep spiral about Seungcheol, and you need a way to get out.
âTo be honest guys, I donât even like Seungcheol like that.â You murmured pathetically, hoping thatâll deter the fire burning in their eyes.
âLike, he always sleeps around and⊠you know? It's just I don't like⊠guys like that.â You poorly explained your alibi. It was a futile attempt, sadly earning skeptical looks from them.Â
They all knowâ so do youâ that you can't resist the temptations of Choi Seungcheol. Especially being so sexually frustrated, he is a living wet dream for you.
âExcuses, excuses. At least see this as an opportunity to network and have fun, who knows you might be able to network yourself some dick because youâre such a smooth talker.â Jennifer retorted, smudging her eyeliner.Â
She sat on the floor, hunched over the mirror and still pressing the skip button. How did she even have any skips left? Erika was still busy running around you with a curling iron. She had meticulously done your makeup, enhancing your features and making you look completely brand new.
You had insisted you can do it yourself, but Erika proclaimed sheâs a pro, and she knows what sheâs doing. Which she 100% is a pro, as you can barely recognize yourself, in a good way at least.
âYeah, Jenâs right. Just have fun, donât think about Seungcheol. Plus heâll probably be sucking off someoneâs face anyways, itâll ruin your good vibes.â Erika added as she scrunched the cooling curl.Â
Erika wasnât the best at delivering advice, like Jenniferâs blunt demeanor, but hearing that sentence: âsucking off someoneâs faceâ, made your heart sink. You knew it was granted to happen for him, but hearing it aloud hurt even more. It bubbled in your stomach, just to rise and puncture your aching heart.
It was almost like they sensed it, and on cue Jennifer pulled a big ass bottle of Titoâs vodka out of nowhere.
âWe should pregame, if you donât want to, you donât have toâŠâ Jennifer singed-songed, already pouring herself a shot.
Erika rejected it, and so did you. You rejected because you didnât want to end up wailing about your feelings, and half because youâd end up way drunk before you even arrived.Â
three:
You arrived at the party, the night air nipping at your ankles as you got out. Erika and Jennifer are a couple of steps ahead of you, talking about how theyâre not going to drink too much.
Every step you took was met with a sharp pain in your heels. Your hands constantly tugged down your riding skirt. The awful push up bra you have on is digging straight into your ribs, and you feel too vulnerable with your cleavage out. Your friends keep on urging you to take pictures, but your hair keeps on flying into your lip gloss.Â
You don't fit here, you feel like a shell of your body. Guys are smoking on the front lawn, girls are already stumbling out even though the party has barely started. You can feel the music before hearing it, thrumming quickly through your pulse. You're met with a conglomerate smell of cologne, weed, and alcohol.
What's worse is as soon as you get eaten by the swarm of people, it's like the lights dim and flash on him.
Seungcheol.
He's talking to the girl you remember who he said gave him sloppy head, or was it another girl? Who knows. Though, he doesn't seem too upset about that. His hand automatically found the small of her back, his thumb brushing over the divot right before the curve of her ass.
Your stomach churned uncomfortably as bile bubbled in the back of your throat.Â
His hands are traveling, feeling her, memorizing each dip with the tips of his fingers. A ghost of fingers repeated it on your own frame, your arms wrapped around you sheepishly. Get out of your head, you spoke to yourself.
You involuntarily swallowed as you finally pried your eyes away, you didn't notice how dry your mouth had gotten at the sight of them. Erika looked at you weirdly, tugging on your arm to snap you out of this hypnotized daze.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Hurry, let's get drinks before they all just start tasting like fruit punch and not vodka!" She laughed, her shrill tone dumping the ice cold reality back onto you.
Fuck. You couldn't shake off this gnawing feeling in your stomach. The burning ache in your heart. The indescribable brain fog prevented you from even trying to comprehend how you feel. This isn't jealousy, you painfully remind yourself, you're not even interested in him. He doesn't even want you.
Jennifer placed a drink in your hand, and as she looked away, you've already downed it. The liquid burning down your throat as the alcohol taste sticked on your tongue. You carelessly tossed the cup, groaning at the taste.
"Dude! Are you fucking stupid?" She gaped at you as you wiped the alcohol off your lips.
"I think so." You grumbled back. You get another cup, to occupy your hands for the most part.
Erika and Jennifer keep a wary eye on you, their mouths still ajar in shock.Â
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To your demise, the alcohol hit you hard. You make up an excuse to leave the jungle of dancing people and flying arms. Finding yourself in the dimly lit kitchen, you take this chance to rest against the counter.
Even with all the heaps of alcohol clouding your brain beyond consciousness, the image of Seungcheol standing so intimately with that girl is etched into your brain. You shivered as a phantom finger traced the curve of your waist. It traveled up slowly, like it was memorizing the exact slope of it.
"Why are you here?" The hand wasn't a ghost. It was Seungcheolâs. He was leaning in, scanning your face intently like you were outlandish. Which wasnât entirely wrong.
A sharp gasp yanked from your chest, the sight of him immediately sobered you up. He has the evil audacity to laugh in your face. His fingers brushed against yours deliberately on the edge of the counter, his left hand holding his cup as he brought it to his lips.
You try not to stare, really, but the way he held eye contact with you as he drank, you couldn't help but watch. You swallow, eyes finally yanking away as soon as you have some decorum.
Seungcheol leaned in again, his cologne making your knees feel like jelly. "Why are you here? This isn't your type of crowd." He asked again while his fingers creeped up onto your tense knuckles, delicately brushing them like he was scared you'll pull away.
"'Cause, I wanted to." You muttered lamely, shamelessly following his touch with your eyes. You watched his fingers brush up your forearms, but you did it mostly to avoid his stare.
"Just 'cause?" Seungcheol teased softly, leaning his head against the cabinets as he looked at you carefully. Almost tenderly. Almost.
"Yeah." The singular word sounded stupidier than you thought.Â
Although, you could care less because youâve already made yourself a fool, for falling in love with someone out of your league.Â
When you look back up at Seungcheol, heâs already staring with an intensity you canât quite put a finger to. Whether it was hunger or perceptive, your skin feels staticky with heat with his eyes on you.
"Whose attention are you trying to get here?" Seungcheol murmured, inching closer, and you pathetically sucked up a breath.
You forget to answer the question, too distracted on how his lips parted when he talked. His words are muddled in the cloud of his cologne and proximity. Your stomach fluttered childishly, and you canât tell if itâs the alcohol, or simply him. He nudged your knee with his as he inched closer, and your eyes snapped back up to his eyes.
"I said, who are you trying to attract? You look too good tonight." You hated how his voice resonated deep in your gut. How you wished he spoke to you more, and spoke only sweet nothings.
You immediately gave him a cold shoulder, because it didnât matter if you looked good or bad, he clearly wasnât interested in you.Â
âNobody in particular.â You admited, but your brain kept on flashing images of Seungcheol with his âgirlfriendsâ, reminding why youâre here.
âOh really? So your skirt is short enough to see your ass just for fun? Hm?â Seungcheol pressed further, his fingertips brushing against yours.
âHm? Clearly itâs paying off.â You retorted, unsure why it sounded so bitter.
âOh?â Seungcheol cocked an eyebrow that made your knees almost buckle in. He manuevered to stand in front of you, caging you in against the counter.Â
You bite back the gasp that threatened to escape, but he heard your breath hitching. His cologne jumped into your lungs, and infiltrated your mind. His fingers gripped onto the counter beside you, and you didnât notice how white his knuckles are. Seungcheol held your eyes with an intensity youâve never seen before, and fuck, you wanted to see it more often.
âI saw when you arrived. Way before you even looked at me. Way before I evenâ even talked to that girl.â Seungcheol admitted quietly, intimately.
âI saw the way you looked at us.â He murmured, leaning in closer making his voice rumbling in your chest.
âSo? You know I hate public display of affection.â You grumbled back, leaning away by the slightest.
âI know.â He stated simply and clearly.
âOkay, if you know, then thatâs your answer to my reaction.â You blatantly excuse.
A beat passed, making anxiety bubble in your chest.Â
âYouâre jealous.âÂ
Your facade faded immediately like shattered glass. Those two simple words that escaped his lips dug right into your gut. Seungcheol saw the truth flash in your eyes, and like an instant, his face softened.
âAm I right?â Seungcheol said with a slight smile.
âYou wish.â You scoffed in retort, turning your head away.
âYouâre lying, plus it doesnât suit you anyways.â He leaned in, tilting your head up with his pointer finger.
âDonât lie to me.â He whispered over your lips, your hands jumping at your sides.
âSeungcheolââ you attempted to protest, confused and exactly where you wanted to be.
âWhy? Why do you do this all the time? Do you think Iâm shallow?â Seungcheol held your face with his fingers, stroking your lower lip gently with his thumb. Your breathing picked up at his words, and his implications. You thought you hid your emotions well, that you didnât care if Seungcheol slept around. Clearly, he saw right through you.
âWell,â you started, but your throat dried up, and you canât bring yourself to admit it.
Admit that youâve been daydreaming about him doing things to you, youâd rather die than say such words.
âWell, whatever you're thinking about, stop it.â Seungcheol sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. He dropped his hand from your face, and moved them to your sides.Â
Ever so briefly squeezing your hips before wrapping his arms around your waist. You see him shut his eyes, his lashes brushing over the soft skin.
Your brain short circuited at the touch, your hands jumping to his chest. His breath is mingling with yours, his arms feel heavier than you imagined, and god⊠you love it.
âIâve been walking on eggshells around you.â Seungcheol confessed gently, his body leaning into yours like heâs seeking your comfort. His admission explained why heâs been ignoring you recently.
âI donât know how else to approach you⊠but to do thisâŠâ He gestured by squeezing you flush against the firm wall of his chest.
âTo at least show you that I like you.â Seungcheol whispered, his eyes fluttered open to catch your widened ones.
âMe?â You stupidly asked.
âYou,â Seungcheol answered tenderly, âof course you. Youâre so admirable. YouâŠâ He sighed, squeezing his arms around you tighter.Â
Seungcheol groaned as he buried his face into your neck, making you shiver at the sensation of his breath. Itâs ticklish at first, but melded into a soft reminder of his presence.
âYouâre so smart, determined, and so perfect in so many ways.â Seungcheol professed, pulling his head out from your neck.
âBut you pull away so oftenâ Iâm worried if I come off too strong, or you think Iâm a horrible person. But I can understand why.â He stated clearly, holding your eyes with unspoken desire.
Youâre at a loss for words with a lump in your throat. All Seungcheol did was smile, and it painfully made your heart lurch at how bad you want him. Forget what your friends said, forget disappointment, you want Seungcheol so bad every nerve in your body is jumping to his touch.
âWhat? You have this look, like youâre seeing a ghost.â Seungcheolâs lips hovered dangerously over yours, his hands cupping your soft cheeks. His thumb stroked over your cheekbone, feeling your skin burn hot under his touch.
âJust⊠Iâm just shocked.â You sputtered out, to at least speak a coherent sentence. Your eyes darted between his lips and eyes, and he smirked at the small gesture.Â
âAbout what?â A cheeky smile grew on his lips, like he knew this was going to be your reaction.Â
âThat a guy like me is into a girl like you?â Seungcheol leaned in, and with the motion he removed his arms from your waist. They traveled to the counter behind you, caging you in and pressing his hips against yours.
It ellicted a gasp from your lips, with a jolt of arousal blooming between your legs. He mentally took note of your reaction, his teeth sinking down in his lower lip to restrain himself.
âIs it that?â Your eyes snapped up to meet his. Seungcheolâs head is tilted down to meet yours.Â
You look down at his lips, hoping he didnât notice. In which, he very much did. Another smug smirk grew on his face as his hand came to tilt your chin up.
âTell me, whatâs so shocking about me liking you?â His words swirled in your gut, especially the way his eyes held yours with desire.Â
âIâ Itâs not⊠as simple as you think.â You managed to speak. Your brain and heart were a puddle; your morals are gone, as you just follow this feeling of warmth youâve dreamt about.
âIt isnât?â Seungcheol mused. Those simple words have your knees shaky, and you swear your heart is beating so fast itâs visible against your chest.
He pressed a finger right in the middle of your forehead. âYour big, beautiful brain must be complicating it, huh?â Seungcheol smiled all knowingly, and somehow you found yourself laughing.
An even bigger smile grew on his lips at the sweet noise. Seungcheolâs heart swelled with an unfamiliar fondness at the sight. He wanted to memorize the way your eyes crinkled and your smile lines deepened with your laugh. Most importantly, he wanted to be the one making you laugh.
âWhat? Am I right for once?â He wrapped his arm around your waist again, bringing your chest flush against his. The smile didnât fade from his lips, almost like he was trying to bask in the bubbly mood you were in.
âMaybe.â You shook your head in disbelief, finally meeting his eyes with confidence.
Silence fell over the both of you. Either in agreement or understanding, but a mutual feeling floated between you two.
âI wanna hear more.â Seungcheol admitted, stroking your cheekbone with unexpected tenderness.
âMâŠmore about what?â Your cheeks burn under his touch, his other hand squeezing your hip.
âAbout whatâs going on in that head of yours.â Seungcheolâs hand slid up your spine, wracking a shiver out of you. He pressed your body taut against his, trying to dissapate the space. It worked increasingly well, as the room felt small, that it was just you and him.
âGod no, itâd be so embarrassing to admit aloud. To you.â You laugh weakly, your hands deciding to travel on his chest. Firm muscle is all you can feel under your palms, and heâs clearly enjoying the attention.Â
âReally? What is it? You think about me in a certain way?â Seungcheol asked while raising a knowing eyebrow.
Your eyes blinked wider, and an immediate blush grew on your cheeks. Your hands froze their travel on his chest and landed on his shoulders to ground yourself.
All he does is laugh, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Seungcheol found you so unbearably cute, pulling back out to look at you with a gummy smile.
âIâm right again, arenât I?âÂ
âFuck off, seriously.â You groaned out, maneuvering out of his arms to escape Seungcheolâs teasing scrutiny. He almost let you, grabbing onto your wrist once you're an arms length away.
âWhy?â He whined, tugging you back. âLet's go back home. Leave this stupid party.â
You know what his intentions are, you know damn well.Â
And of course you're going to say yes.
â
Youâre sheepishly toeing off your kitten heels, feeling shy with his eyes on you for what felt like ages. Youâre unsure why heâs staring, but it made your skin flush from your cheeks to your neck.
âWhat?â You mumbled out, feeling out of place.
âNothing.â Seungcheol smiled, walking towards you once your heels are finally off.
His hands are back on your body, your heart leaping into your throat. Your eyes expectantly darted over the expanse of his face. He cupped your cheeks, grounding you with the warmth of his palm.
âCan I kiss you?â Seungcheol quietly asked, tilting your head up to meet his lips.
A shaky exhale left your lips as you nod mutely, your hands sliding up his chest. A silent gesture that you want him as bad as he wants you.
Without a second word his lips surged and chased after yours.Â
You struggled to keep up with his pace, his hands and mouth all over you. Seungcheol walked you back towards his bedroom, his hands sneaking under your skirt to grab a handful of your ass. In response, you yelped at the sudden sensation of Seungcheolâs hands kneading at your globes, and clamped your thighs around his hand once his ring finger rubbed the hem of your wet panties.Â
Seungcheol pried your legs open and wrapped them around his waist, and you easily complied, tightening your legs as he carried you. His hands shoving your shirt under your bra, feeling the slope of your waist and the warmth you're burning.
âGod, you donât wanna know the things I wanted to do when I first saw you.â Seungcheol groaned into your lips.Â
You gasped for air, and he easily took it away. Each kiss was going breath for breath, and you couldnât complain. His teeth dragging down your lower lip, his tongue sliding against yours languidly. You curl into his touch, utterly wrecked and dying for more. You can barely respond with his tongue in your mouth. The way he worked it made you feel all fluttery and lightheaded.Â
His hands roamed the expanse of your skin, feeling how your pulse jumped whenever he deepened the kiss. Seungcheol gripped onto you like this was a dream, and he was just trying to ground himself.
A shiver wracked your body as his lips found their way to your neck. His breath tickling your neck just as you imagined, your hands clutching onto his shirt helplessly in response.
"Seungcheol-" you pant out at the sensation. He placed soft, wet kisses along your neck and collarbone.
He hummed against your skin, relishing how your voice vibrated against his lips. He dragged his tongue up the slope of your neck, savoring your perfume and the salty taste of your skin. Seungcheolâs nose nuzzled against your pulse point before nipping and sucking at it. Your breath hitched, your hands gripping on his shoulders to ground yourself.
"I need you to say my name more often." He mouthed into your skin, nipping and sucking a blooming hickey. âIt sounds good from your lips.â He mused, pulling back to look at your flushed face.
Your kiss-bitten lips make you even more irresistible. The reddening hickey on your collar was deepening, and a rush of pride flooded through Seungcheolâs system.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap, pressing his hips up shamelessly. A hot rush flooded your body, your hips jumping in shock, but still dragged along his cock in response. Your eyes blew open in shock, but he just groaned into your neck. He bucked the bulge of his dick right against your clit with a desirable precision, yanking out a sharp gasp from you. A jolt of pleasure made your body shiver, and writhe against his movements.Â
"Gonna make you feel so good. So fucking good." His voice was husky and strained. Unable to stop his rutting like a horny teenager, but the way you gasped and rolled your hips when he did, he couldn't hold back. The rough material of his jeans dug into the thin fabric of your panties has you mewling. Youâre too distracted to cover your noises, and fuck, he rolled his hips harder to ellict a sharp gasp from your lips.
"Ah- fuck, Seungcheol." You stammered out, trying to ignore the blossoming heat and ache when he rubbed his hips up. He did it slowly and deliberately, dragging it against your needy clit. Your brain already was blanking with the coiling pleasure in your stomach.
"Do you feel how bad I want you?" Seungcheol removed his head away from your neck, his hands gliding on your sides. He played with the bunched up fabric of your tank, admiring how disheveled you looked from his simple ministrations.
You nod, your lips in a tight line of restraint. He can see the way your teeth sink into your lower lip, and you noticed Seungcheol hasn't even looked you in the eye once.
His attention was fully on your mouth, how your lips have a wet sheen of spit, and have that red look after kissing you so intensely, how he pulled out moans after moans.
"I canât fucking hold back anymoreâŠ" He breathed out, his lips on your skin, rolling his hips again. You can't help but chase after that feeling, grinding back onto him. He groaned in response, his eyes glinting with something dark. His hands squeezed your hips to stop you, or well, to stop himself.
"Let me be inside you. Mouth, finger, dick, whatever you want baby." Seungcheolâs breathing labored, like he's holding back his true power.
The way heâs looking at you like a goddess, like a deity, has you melting into his lap. Your hips weakly squirming on his lap, missing the friction. He weakly laughed, kissing your cheek, and easily rolled his hips back up in a slow movement.
"Should I just take my time with you? Find what you like, since it's your first, hm?" Seungcheol nipped at your jaw, kissing your cheek.
Your stomach flipped as his words were an awful reminder. Yes, this was your first, but it wouldn't be the first time you wished Seungcheol would fuck you so dumb, you would forget your own name. His hands squeezed your hips, as his sneaky fingers dipped into your waistband hesitantly as he waited for you to answer.Â
"Yeah- yeah... whatever you... wanna do to me." You mumbled out embarrassingly, and you can see the groan being yanked from his chest. Seungcheolâs eyes fell shut as he buried his face into your chest. He took a deep breath of your scent, nipping at your skin to hide the second groan.
"Fuck..." He practically moaned, his brain working overtime to even process a sane thought.
"Why would you say that?" He whispered, his breath hot against your prickled skin.
"I want that." You murmured, cupping his face to look at you again. That does it. His eyes are glinting with pure adrenaline and desire. He kissed you hard, breathless and hungry.
This wasn't like any kiss you had before, they were always tentative and timid. This kiss is fueled with desire and pure lust as his teeth crash against yours carelessly. There was practically no air between you two, with his nose smashed against your cheek. His hands gripping you with a tightness that'll leave you with bruises, that you are more than thankful for.
He flipped you in his lap so easily, it made your brain spin at his sheer strength. His breath tickled your ear as you pressed your back against his chest.
"If you want it so bad, baby, then watch me do it." He whispered into your ear, and fuck, your thighs clamped immediately.Â
He let out a laugh, âNot so confident now, are you?âÂ
He nipped at the shell of your ear as he cooed sweet nothings, not helping the already soaked part in your panties. He pried your legs back open like he owned them, his fingers rubbing circles into your clammy inner thighs.
His fingertips alone on your skin have you already squirming and feeling hot. You've spent too many nights dragging your fingers along your body, wishing it was Seungcheol's instead.
"Baby, watch." He whined gently, prodding his nose against your cheekbone.Â
Your eyes shoot up to the floor length mirror in front of you. It's dim in his room, but the bedside lamp illuminated the room more than enough.Â
You can see how much bigger Seungcheol is than you, how he has his whole body draped over you. The light showed each shadow of his muscle on his biceps, making his jaw sharp as he whispered praises. And most importantly the bulge of his thick cock tucked in his pants. You simply shake your head, swallowing your dry mouth at the thought of his dick.
"Are you watching?" Seungcheol murmured, his hands trailing your body slowly, giving you no idea where he'll put them.
He took his time, kissing your neck while memorizing each crook, each shiver, each gasp he took out when he touched a sensitive part. Seungcheol pulled your shirt off, tossing it away like it was covered in acid. His hand stroked your stomach, and went to take off your bra. He unclasped it with a familiar precision that made your heart twist. He must have done it regularly to do it with such ease. His actions immediately shut up your thoughts, as he circled your aerola with his pointer finger.
The soft, ghost-like sensation has you squirming pathetically. He smiled wickedly, kissing and licking the shell of your ear.
His breath fanned cold against your damp skin, your hands balling up into fists at the feeling.Â
âFeel good?â He murmured, his voice rumbling in your chest.
You helplessly nod, your hips flexing for any pressure on your weepy cunt. He took note of it, but did nothing to help you, enjoying the way you withered under his touch so easily. Seungcheol continued to drag his pointer finger languidly around your hardening nipple, never really touching it.
Heat pooled in between your legs, everything feeling fuzzy from the alcohol and adrenaline. It enhanced the way the rough pad of his thumb brushed over your nipple at a torturous pace. That simple gesture made you writhe under his touch so easily. His other hand ran down your stomach, making it flex in anticipation.Â
He stopped right at the waistband of your skirt, his breathing surprisingly even against your cheek.
âYou see how beautiful you are?â Seungcheol practically purred, admiring how wrecked you already look.Â
Seungcheol brushed your stomach with his thumb, playfully dipping his nail into your navel before toying with the band of your skirt. He eventually took it off, leaving you in only your panties.
âSay yes.â He murmured, nipping at your jaw. At first, your throat seemingly didnât work. But when he returned his fingers to roll and tug at your hardened nub between his pointer and thumb, a sharp gasp yanked from your lips.Â
âY-yes.â You breathed out shakily, still lust-clouded. He noted how your stomach caved in the mirror at the touch, a sly grin growing on his lips.
âSuch a good girl. You listen so well.â He praised quietly.
His hand dipped past your waistband, making you tense in anticipation. His fingers applied pressure past your bladder, down to your mons pubis, massaging down there for a moment. You whined impatiently, making Seungcheolâs smirk ghost on your cheek. The sudden pressure on your clit made your thighs twitch, his lips kissing your neck to distract you.Â
Slowly, he coaxed out moans from your lips. The pad of his finger rubbed the sensitive nub in circles. His hand returned back to toy with your hardened nipple, flicking it lightly compared to the pressure on your clit. The touch on your puffy clit has you withering so easily. The noises of pleasure push at your bitten lips, and it just pet Seungcheolâs ego.Â
Heâs the one doing this to you, heâs the one watching you unravel, heâs the one.
His finger left your chest and tapped your jaw, returning your attention back to your face in the mirror. Heâs already watching you squirm in his lap with heavy lidded eyes.
âDonât take your eyes off.â Seungcheol commanded, pressing harder on your clit and making you jump. âIâll show you who knows this pussy the best.â
His words of promise made you pathetically whimper. Seungcheol smirked at your reaction, keeping his cheek pressed against your, making sure you watched him. Seungcheol ran two fingers down your weepy folds, smearing your arousal around.Â
âGodâ so wet already.â He kissed your temple, a stark tender gesture.
You can only whimper in response, already flooded with pleasure that buzzed under your skin. Seungcheol pressed a digit against your entrance, spreading your slick onto your puffy folds. His thumb worked on your achy, needy clit; watching you with hungry eyes through the mirror.Â
Your hands balled up the material of his jeans to steady yourself in the pool of pleasure. You canât help but shut your eyes, and relish the feeling. He already has you gasping and mewling at the sensation like a needy little thing.
His finger tapped on your jaw again, your eyes snapping back to the mirror. You were so lost in the sensation, you forgot to abide by his rule.
Suddenly, Seungheolâs hand goes still, making your hips twitch needily. An upset whine fell from your lips, and he just tapped on your jaw again, a silent reminder.
âW-what? What happenedâŠâ You helplessly pant out, confused and so utterly horny. Your core aches at the loss of him, a throbbing ghost-like sensations on your clit.
âBaby, I said watch.â Thereâs a demanding grit to his tone that sent a shiver up your spine. So scarily so, it made you swallow thickly in panic, and nod.
âY-yes. Okay, I- I will.â You responded back, so eager to please and to get pleased.
âSay it.â Seungcheol stated bluntly, earning a dumbfounded look from you.
âSay⊠say what?â
âSay what you want from me.â He rephrased, his thumb rubbing lazily on your clit. The touch made you whimper, and he immediately pulled back, wanting to hear you plead.
You flushed a deep pink, and he simply smiled. Those annoyingly charming dimples deepened, making you whine in protest.
âBeg you mean?â You groaned at the thought.
âShould I have said that in the first place? Did you want me to say: beg for how badly you want my fingers inside this wet pussy?â He mused, that shit eating grin never leaving his lips. Seungcheolâs clearly enjoying the way you squirm and blush at the sight of him touching you with your panties on.
You tensed up at his words, your pussy aching so desperately now. You could have sworn he felt the hot trickle of arousal drip down your thighs, making him smirk all knowingly.
âNoâ no⊠I understood.â You scrambled to say, trying to grapple back your dignity.
âThen beg.â He sternly commented, his voice was low against your ear. Your body shivering at the thought of his touch.
âPlease⊠please I need your fingers.â You pathetically attempted, your eyes stuck on him in the mirror.Â
âWhere, baby?â Seungcheol tugged down your panties and tossed them carelessly, baring your hot folds to the air.
âIn⊠inside me.â You answered meekly, hoping thatâll be enough.
âGood job, beautiful.â Seungcheol murmured, not needing another word as his fingers were already working again. His pointer finger left your jaw, hoping youâll behave this time.
His lips returned to the sensitive spot he found earlier, Seungcheolâs hands trailed down your stomach which made you twitch in anticipation. Your weepy cunt is getting his jeans all wet, so Seungcheol manuevered your legs, hooking them over his forearms. Your glossy folds are exposed in the mirror, the light glinting against your arousal.
âArenât you so fucking gorgeous? Spread open just for me, huh?â Seungcheol remarked as his pointer figner traveled down to spread your folds open.Â
He rubbed his middle finger along your slit, and went back up to draw circles around your clit. A shaky exhale escaped your lips at the gentle, tentative touch. He hummed, pressing his lips against your cheek, nipping at the skin for your attention. You understood what he wanted, and turned your head to meet his lips.Â
The pad of his finger rubbed on your entrance, and you couldnât take it anymore, rutting against it helplessly. He finally slid it inside, curling upwards and immediately finding the sweet spot. A sharp gasp left your lips, and he swallowed it hungrily in the kiss.
Pleasure coiled tightly in your stomach, as he relentlessly rubbed his finger against that spongy point. His thumb pressed rhythmically against your clit, making you squirm and writhe in his grip.
He pulled away from the kiss, âWatch baby.â Seungcheol painstakingly reminded you, but continued thrusting and curling his finger against that spot.Â
It felt impossible to focus on anything else but the delicious pleasure heâs giving you. But you didnât want him to stop, so your eyes dragged back to the mirror.
The sight of his digit, knuckle deep inside you, has you dripping even more. You watch how his digit slid into your slicked cunt with no resistance. With a second finger in, you didnât last long. The way they curled against your slick walls and pressed incessantly against a spot has you seeing stars. Your stomach already grew taut with pleasure ready to snap.
The sound of his fingers moving in and out your dripping entrance were matching up with each gasp and whine that escaped you. Your hips bucked and twitched everytime Seungcheol deliberately pressed on that spongy spot inside you.
âClose?â He asked, but he knew the damn answer. He just wanted you to admit it, that heâs the one making you come.
You nod sharply, âYesâ nghâ coming-â you pathetically rasped out.
Seungcheol doubled his efforts, his lips attacking your neck, as his digits thrusted and pressed harder against your sweet spot. The sensation is overwhelming as pleasure hit you in waves. He worked harder to pull out gasps and whines, relentlessly abusing your g-spot with attention.
Your moans died on your tongue as you clamped around him tightly. A rush of pleasure wracking your body as you tensed up on his lap. Your release spilled onto his jeans, leaving an even bigger wet spot than before. He watched you come undone with a hungry glint, rubbing your clit as you came down.Â
He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, making your orgasm feel all fluttery and warm.Â
âSuch a good job, you came so beautifully.â He cooed and dropped your limp legs, tilting your head to meet his lips.
The kiss was slow and rewarding, your pants being swallowed by his groans.Â
Once you two pulled away, he lifted you up effortlessly, and laid you on your back.Â
It was his turn to take off his clothes. As he tugged off his shirt, your wandering hands fumbled to pull off his jeans.
He laughed at how cute you were, with that face of determination but yet frustration. Eventually, he kicked off his jeans and boxer in one smooth motion.Â
Now that he was fully naked, something wasnât adding up. His dick laid against a patch of trimmed hair, way smaller than you imagined. Your brain was straining, and replaying the shrill moans the girls he was fucking.
âYouâre smaller than I thought.â The words fell off your tongue before you could register.Â
He raised an eyebrow up, and settled between your thighs. He scanned your face one more time, to find any sarcasm, but your confusion was genuine. Maybe you had too high of expectations, but heâs standing tall at around four or five inches.
Noting that you were very serious, Seungcheol laughed. A proud smile on his lips, âIt wonât feel that small.âÂ
Your stomach fluttered at his retort. He leaned in close enough his breath was fanning over your ear.
âSee for yourself.â Seungcheol reached out for your hand, guiding it to his cock.Â
You tenatively stroked your hand around his length, squeezing before you dragged it back up. He groaned in response, urging you to do more.
Before you know it, his cock laid fully erect, and⊠looked like a fucking weapon. The puzzle pieces finally clicked in your head, he was a fucking grower.
Your lips part in shock, and all he does is smile. He slides his cock against your sticky folds, gathering up your arousal to coat his length.
âWhy are you so quiet now? Hm?â He prodded, pressing his tip against your entrance. Seungcheol continued the action, sliding his cock through your slick folds, making sure it caught at your puckered entrance.
âAhâ didnâtâ I didnât expect that.â You mumbled out, squirming as he continued to rub his tip on your entrance.
âYou didnât? Seungcheol hummed, tilting his head as he dragged his cock through your folds, purposefully tapping the tip on your clit.Â
You gasp, your legs squeezing his sides from the direct pressure on your sensitive clit. Seungcheol does it again, and again until you finally sputter out helplessly.
âNoâ no I didnât.â You scrambled to say, your mind already stirring with pleasure. You helplessly pushed your hips up, and he stopped the attention on your clit.
He tutted, spreading your legs wider with his thighs, and used his thumbs to expose your dripping pussy.
âLook at this greedy thing⊠Soaking wet and I havenât even put my cock in you yet.â He mused, his thumb rubbing next to where you really need him.Â
You bite your lower lip, trying to restrain yourself from saying or doing anything crazy. You wanted to be good for him.
âDoes your pussy want my dick?â Seungcheol pushed his thumb inside, pressing on your walls.Â
A sharp moan escaped your lips, your thighs twitching at the sudden touch. Seungcheol used his thumb to open you wider, holding the head of his cock against your fluttering hole.
âAnswer me.â Seungcheol said firmly, his thumb insistently rubbing on a spot that makes your words catch in your throat.
âYesâ god- please. Seungcheol, I want it.â You gasped out.
âWant what? Use your words, I know youâre a smart girl.âÂ
A dark blush grew on your cheeks, still squirming as his thumb rubbed against your gummy walls.Â
âI want⊠your cock, please.â You begged pliantly.
He groaned at your words, kissing you deeply before removing his thumb.
He broke the kiss to press his forehead against yours, and slowly pushed himself in. The stretch burned, making you clamp around him, a strangled gasp escaping your lips. He kissed your noises away, trying to distract you.
He pulled away to latch his lips against your nipple, making your arch unexpectedly into his mouth. His free hand pinched the other hardened peak, and took the chance to slide a couple inches deeper.
âRelax for me, promise, Iâll make you feel good.â He murmured, capturing your lips once again in a hazy tangle.
Every small thrust Seungcheol made, created your body to go rigid, your lips parting in a ghost of a moan.
âDoing okay?â Seungcheol asked with attentive eyes, his hands sliding along your body appreciatively.
You managed to nod, flushing under his stare.
His control was slipping slightly, from the way you were gripping onto him so tightly whenever he moved, Seungcheol couldnât take it anymore.
With a bit of his cock left, he filled you up to the hilt, a gasp yanking from your lips. You felt so full, the wind was knocked out of you, and you can feel each vein throbbing against your velvet walls.
Seungcheol rolled his hips, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. He kissed your neck, his hands stroking along your frame. The pleasure is already building up in your stomach, and your skin burned hot when he started whispering sweet praises into your ear.
âFuck- you feel so good.â Seungcheol groaned, slowly dragging his cock along your fluttering walls.
His hands roamed on your body, his lips met your jaw as he continued the relentless grinding. With his experimental rolls, he found a spot that made you gasp and clench around him. An immediate smirk grew on his face as he deliberately rolled his hips into that spot.Â
âRight here? Does it feel good?â Seungcheol pulled back, continuing to rut his hips into that spot. He watched your face contort blissfully with pleasure.
âAh- yesâ fuck, Seungcheol!â You sobbed out as he dragged his cock back before slamming back in, hitting even deeper.
Your pussy gushed with arousal around his length, his hands holding you by your hips and his thumbs dug into your bladder. Your back arched as the pleasure struck you like a lightning bolt, your vision going bleak.
You immediately clamped around him at the pressure, making him groan lowly. He pounded into you a bit faster, pulling you down on his cock quicker.
âFuck, your pussy is sucking on my cock so greedily.â Seungcheol grimaced, trying to hold himself back.Â
 âDo you need more, hm? Can you take more, baby?â He pulled back before slamming in deeper, and grinding the head of his cock against your g-spot.
A sharp cry yanked from your lips, his thumbs returning the pressure on your bladder. He simply rolled his hips against that spot incessantly.
âPoor baby canât even speak, can you?â He leaned down, his lips hovering over yours. Seungcheol massaged your stomach again, feeling you clamp down on his cock desperately.
He smirked, crashing his lips against yours as he picked up the pace. Fucking you with renewed energy that has you shifting up the bed.Â
Pleasure struck your body hard, your clit throbbing painfully as he pressed on your bladder harder.
âC-close-â Is all you can croak out, your brain long gone due to the sheer pleasure fogging your senses.
That one word is the only thing Seungcheol needs before he fucked you precisely into the same spot, making you shout and moan his name. His free hand pinching your clit, making you clamp even tighter around his girthy cock. His other hand stayed flat, applying pressure on your bladder.
âYâ gonna squirt for me? Show me, baby, show how good Iâm making you feel.â Seungcheol punctuated his words with his thrusts, the heel of his palm digging straight into your bladder, making you sob out.
That was all it took, and you squirted with a shout. Your juices flooding down your thighs and jumping to your stomach. Seungcheolâs thrusts were getting sloppy at how tight you were sucking onto him, wet squelching noises filling the room. Tears of pleasure streaking down your perfect makeup as you arching into his chest. Seungcheol grunted as you desperately milked his cock, but he held back, trying to lengthen your orgasm.Â
Once you were shaking and squealing after every shallow thrust, he pulled out and crashed his lips against yours. His tongue felt hot as it dragged along yours, you helplessly stuck your tongue back to reciprocate, still floating from the post orgasm.
Your brain was lightheaded as Seungcheol took away your breath with the kiss, and as he swallowed each pant and plea from your plush lips. Seungcheol manhandled your limp body and flipped you onto all fours with ease.Â
âTell me if it's too much, âkay? Gonna fuck you stupid. Gonna show you who really owns this pussy. Sounds good?â Seungcheol spread your legs with his knees, and tugged your ass cheeks apart to reveal your puffy, swollen pussy.
He spanked your clit with his fingers. You jolt at the sensation, a shaky cry escaping your lips. The pain made your core drip at the sting, the rush of adrenaline made your skin feel staticky. You dreamt of this, his roughness and experience, making you tip over the edge, feeling absolutely wrecked.Â
âNgh- please-â You pant, burying your face into the pillows that smell like his cologne and scalp. You helplessly pushed up your hips and he groaned, harshly rubbing on your clit.
âYou want that, huh?â He smirked, continuing to press cruelly on your clit. You're too orgasm-dazed, but you know you need him inside again. You weakly can imagine the way his cock dragged against your fluttery walls, your cunt dripping and gaping around nothing.
You nod erratically into the pillows with incoherent mumbles, pushing up your hips desperately. He groped the round of your ass, rutting his cock into your folds and gathered slick once again. After whining impatiently and rolling your hips back, he laughed and complied.
He aligned his cock back with your entrance, and pushed back in with one full thrust.
A sharp sob yanked out from your chest, your body arching to accommodate his length.Â
âFuck⊠look at you, so greedy still. Even made you come twice and you're still as fucking tight.â He pulled back, thrusting in an inch each time. He pulled out further, and harshly thrusted back in, earning a whine from you.
âTrust me, baby, Iâll make you beg me to stop.â Those words made you groan, nodding absently at that promise.
All he does is chuckle, gripping onto your hips so tight, youâre sure itâll bruise. At first he moved slowly, searching for a spot thatâll make you gasp. He leaned over, kissing your exposed neck, down the column of your spine. When he rutted his hips deeper, a sharp, guttural moan escaped you, your body arching back onto his desperately.Â
âNghâ fuckâ there, Seungcheol.â You rasped out, hands digging into the bedsheets.
âI got you, baby.â He placed open-mouthed kisses down your back. He started picking up the pace, and he pulled out to slam straight into the spot that makes you see stars.Â
At some point, each thrust was straight at that toe-curling spot. Your vision went bleak from the pleasure, then a sharp cry coming from your lips as he spanked your right cheek.Â
The tingling sensation amplifying the way his hips slapped against your ass with each thrust. His hand soothed over the blooming red spot, âToo much?â He checked in.
You shook your head, babbling something incoherent afterwards, too lost in the pleasure. He groaned, kneading your plush ass before fucking you faster.Â
âToo fucked out to respond, youâre so cute.â Seungcheol mumbled, more to himself, as his hands glided along your body appreciatively.
A sharp whine escaped your lips, your body arching like a cat as you buried your face into his pillows.Â
Your sobs are muffled against the pillow, but he can make out: ââm coming- âm closeâ!â
He wrapped his arm around your neck, lifting you up slightly in a chokehold. His bicep flexed around your head, holding you up right and higher to pound into you deeper.
He grunted behind his bitten lip, giving you more.Â
âCome on baby, come for me.â He huffed, pounding into you harder, deeper.
Your lips part, in a ghost of a moan, your body going taut before your legs slightly give up.Â
You start shaking when he doesnât pull out, instead his free hand wrapped around your torso, pulling you flush against his chest. He tightens his chokehold around your head, your cheeks being squished by his muscles.
You swear you see heaven when he briefly adjusted the pressure to your throat. Your pussy spasming, and dripping like a fucking faucet.
âShitâ baby, youâre so fucking messy.â He grimaced, using his other free hand to hook under your knee.
Stars prick your vision at how deep heâs going, the overstimulation bringing you close to another impending orgasm. Your sloppy cunt took his cock like it was meant for him, the wet squelching noises filling the room along with the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. You clamped around his cock helplessly, gasping his name like a prayer and clutching onto his bicep.
Tears brink your glazed over eyes, his teeth sinking down onto your shoulder, insinuating his upcoming orgasm.Â
âDonât hold back baby,â He rasped out, fucking into deep spots, you never knew could be reached in sex, in this new position.
You let out a pitiful sob, throwing your head back against his shoulder and he groaned as your tight heat gushed around him. He continued to thrust deeper, chasing his orgasm with intensity.
Your body shook, your head blank as all you can think about is how his cock is destroying you in half.Â
He finally came with a grunt, his teeth digging into your shoulder hard enough to break the skin. His release painted your walls white with the ropes of cum, as he filled you to the brim.Â
He let you down slowly and carefully, pulling out once he finished coming.
Your brain was foggy, but you felt how he kissed your cheek tenderly before leaving the bed, making the mattress shift under the loss of his weight.
Seungcheol came back with a warm, wet towel, and adjusted you on your back. He comfortably set a pillow under your head and lower back.
âHey, are you doing okay? Was I too rough?â He cupped your face, wiping away the tears on his cheek.
All you did was nod, your throat felt stripped after screaming from pure pleasure. You can see a smile growing on his lips, and he settled between your legs, wiping away the mixture of liquids.
âJust you waitâ gonna do something.â He murmured, more to himself because youâre already dozing off.
â
You wake up in new sheets, new clothes, and⊠a new warmth that doesnât come from the blanket.
Itâs Seungcheol.
The weight of his arm draped over you is comforting, and itâs something you could get used to. Your eyes fluttered back shut, relishing the morning sun on your face.Â
Seungcheol shifted beside you, his arm on your waist moved up, and he pulled you in closer.
âSore?â He asked, his voice heavy with sleep.
âYeah⊠really sore.â You let out a weak laugh, and when you flutter your eyes open again, youâre met with a sulking Seungcheol.
âIâm sorry.â He mumbled, showering kisses all over your face in compensation.
âNoâ I⊠I really liked it. Like feeling⊠spent.â You admitted, and he wished you didnât.Â
âBaby, whyâŠâ He whined as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
You kind of wondered what Seungcheol would be like after sex, and you're more than thankful heâs clingy.
âItâs the truth.â You mumbled, stroking his brown locks.
âOkay, as long as you donât lie to me.â He pulled back to look you in your eyes.
You smiled automatically at the sight of him, and he physically softened, returning you with a gummy smile.
He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, âHey, thanks for letting⊠me be your first.âÂ
The admission was quiet, hesitant almost, but he looked shy more than anything.
âOh. ThatâŠâ The same smile stuck on your face, and you cupped his puffed up cheeks with a tenderness he didnât expect. His eyes slightly widening when he met your sweet, crinkled at the corner, eyes.Â
âI wouldnât want anyone else to be my first.â You murmured, brushing your finger over his eyebrow.
âWell, Iâm honored.â He grinned, kissing the corner of your lips, then the corner of your eye.
You can now admit, that sex with Seungcheol is fucking heavenly, but only you can say that the morning after, is even better.
a/n2: thank you for finishing this fic!!! hopefully you can taste my blood sweat and tears in it.... i'm also so thankful to the positive feedback i got on my teaser, it really motivated me to write. so thank you guys for being so supportive! sorry if i missed anyone in the taglist!! its not a personal thing... this was all stressful for me lmfao so please... cut me some slack.
synopsis: you're too busy with textbooks and constant "when will you get a boyfriend?" questions. though, your roommate, choi seungcheol, seemingly has all the time to be sleeping around campus. it has you wondering, is it that good?
pairing: frat!scoups x genius!f.reader
genre: college au, smut, slight crack
wc(teaser): 2.2k
wc(full work): 7~8.5k ???
cw(teaser): brief bickering, reader is infatuated with coups. lmk if i missed anything!!!
cw/tw(full work): 18+ MDNI, drinking, drunk sex, mirror sex, strength kink, brief choking/headlock, size kink, mild mention of virginity loss, fingering, unprotected piv (no glove... no love!), grower!seungcheol, edging, begging... more to be added when full work is written.
a/n: well... since if all my friends read it... i might as well share the wip...!!! my dearest best friend said they'll absolutely read my work if i did this trope so... i immediately got to work!!! i can't assure you guys that the full work will be made soon... so just enjoy this teaser!
one:
College dick is good, as everyone has proclaimed. Yet, here you are, two years into your undergraduate degree. No dick, no life, and no money. The Loser check list is practically already fully checked off.
If you didnât already exceed at the âLoser check listâ, youâre currently occupied at your cluttered desk. Head buried in textbooks, knee anxiously bouncing, hands taut in your âday twoâ hair.Â
There was an assignment that was due yesterday and youâve been constantly thinking about it since. To be honest, you donât even know why you put it off, you swear you only did that to make yourself go insane.
You thought that you'll live a little but you're always stuck studying and finishing presentations. Or when you do socialize, all your friends talk about the cute boy on campus, how dinner went with their boyfriend of two months, or their sneaky link ghosting them.Â
Those were also gentle reminders why you stay single. Though, you did have your fair share; some blowjobs, as in one, then making out, and the list kind of stopped there. You prioritized homework and studying, over boys that are Mr. Minute Man.
As if college couldnât get any worse, you're also stuck with a sucky ass roommate. You didn't want to pay for on campus dorms, so you decided on a nicer place, but having to commute to school every day.
The thing is with your roommate, they're full of shit, obnoxious, always, and when I mean always, it's constant, they're constantly fucking someone. You thought your libido was high? Oh no, you've truly been out-freaked by your roommate, Choi, freaking, Seungcheol.
Practically half of the campus girls have walked in and out of your flat. The real reason why, is because of Choi Seungcheol's fucking dick. His cock is a living and walking legend. Him as a whole is already a package: strong arms, deep voice, tall, and broad. Then, his dick was just the ribbon on the entire present.Â
Truly his greed sickens you, and yet the fact he's fucking a sorority sister, maybe every other week, agitates you. It made you wonder, is it really that good? And, made you want to be next.
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It was another quiet day in your shared flat, you're brewing coffee absently. Seungcheol had left the house for some activity in his fraternity. He said it was some team bonding shit and then slammed the door. Perfect, you thought, the house was finally silent.Â
The awfully thin walls reverberated the moans from the squealiest girl he fucked last night. You needed this coffee and silence more than anything right now. Your brain buzzed busily as you recalled the homework and upcoming tests you needed to finish and study for.
The electric kettle clicked with the bubbling of boiling water, signifying you to get out of your head. You poured the boiling water into a thick, glass mug. Stirring up the syrup concoction you just made.
It was your natural routine, the sound of your metal spoon clinking against your mug, the rumbling and humming of cars outside your flat. It was comforting to say the least, when it was quiet.
Although many days like this, your brain wasn't. The loud noises from last night always sink into your stomach, coiling like a boa constrictor ready to eat their prey. You donât know when this sexual fixation started, or how you were so sensitive to⊠well that stuff.
Maybe it started when you read stupid smut books where they don't even execute sex properly. Then when you were older, watching stupid pornos where they go at an ungodly speed, and somehow you couldnât live without thinking about sex.
What got to your head was the fact you were so inexperienced, yet so experienced at the same time.
You let out a sharp exhale, checking your phone with sudden urgency you didn't seem to have five minutes ago. Your friends had decided you didn't come outside your house enough this month, so they invited you to eat some brunch with them.
It always went the same way, small talk, boyfriend talk, then to 'are-you-seeing-anyone' talk. Like, theyâve managed to ask the same thing in the span of a week. Perhaps it might have changed, but for you, no way in heaven it would. It's okay, they were good friends nonetheless. Always pushing you to do new things, and keeping that spark of social skills alive in you, despite your refusal.
There's not much they can do when you've set your standards higher than your grades, which your grades are pretty high. Or modestly high. Or is it average? You don't know anymore, with the ghost of expectations haunting you. A strict set of rules no one ever asked you to meet.
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You quickly tidied up your hair as you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror. Your lips tugged up into a staged smile, then into a smirk of pure shock. You haven't seen yourself so put together in maybe, months? Usually these small dates with your friends always motivate you to doll yourself up.
It's almost addictive how good you look, when you put effort into your looks. You don't care how you look most of the time, because literally no one else cares. Plus, Seungcheol brings over these goddess-like girls, and you don't even dare try to compete with them. Not like you... no, not like you ever thought about appealing to Seungcheol.Â
As you exited the house, Seungcheol was making his way back home, glancing at you like a stranger.
"Where are you going?" He pressed, making you shoot him an incredulous glare.
"Brunch. With my friends." You stated it like it was the obvious, like he could have guessed. Which he couldn't. He doesn't believe in 'brunch', it's either late breakfast or early lunch, no such thing as 'brunch', he proclaimed the last time you uttered such words.
"Oh, okay." He cocked an accusing eyebrow, and walked into the house. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes at how stupid that interaction was.
That summed up your relationship, a few words, a glare, and then thick silence. Honestly, youâre kind of thankful though, you couldnât manage a high maintenance roommate anyways.
You sighed slamming your car door to silence the endless spill of words in your head. Your eyes try to keep focus on the route as your knuckles clenched to white. He's so utterly stupid, you can't believe people would flock over to suck his dickâ
Your GPS yelled at you that you had missed your left turn. A long sigh dragged from your lips as you followed the prompted directions. Youâre shooting glances at your phone whilst making sure a car doesnât decide to jump in front of you.
Though, you don't know how Seungcheol practically inhabited a chunk of your brain, the ratio being 95% school and 5% Seungcheol. Heâs your roommate, you shouldnât imagine wanting to run your hands along his back muscles, tracing the tattoo of an olive tree on his shoulder blade.Â
Whenever he occupied your thoughts, you couldnât figure out why. Even if you were to stop and think, itâd strain your big, beautiful brain. You wouldnât dare date him, he sleeps around, heâs an asshole, heâs not as driven as you are. Heâs just⊠just someone you shouldnât date or be affiliated with.
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The cafe was cozy, with welcoming colors and flourishing plants. In the window, you can see an older guy with a newspaper who sat alone in a booth. A family of four eating at a table, talking animatedly to each other. Then an awfully chatty dude talking to the guy working behind the bar, adjusting the cakes on the display.Â
After you begrudgingly parallel parked, the door chimed as you pushed it open. A chipper, brunette hostess greeted you, but your friends are already hooting and hollering in a booth that you can only see in your peripheral.
"I'm... with them." You motioned with your thumbs and the hostess just nodded as an understanding smile grew on her lips.
"Oh my god! It's a miracle!" Erika exclaimed, her dyed dirty blonde hair tied neatly up into a bun. A gummy warm smile graced her already beautiful face.
"Is it really one? We had to beg her to come out." Jennifer retorted, snorting before she drank a sip out of her Chai latte. She tucked her silky black hair behind her ear, her dainty silver piercings glimmering in the morning light.
You let out a scoff as you playfully shoved Jennifer, who gasped in offense. "Listen now, I just didn't want to bail on your guy's beautiful faces."Â
"Please, we all know you need relationship advice." Jennifer murmured slyly, making Erika laugh. She always laughed at anything, and which you're thankful for, because you'd actually fight Jennifer if it wasn't for Erika's sweet laughter.
"Me? How's you and that mysterious campus boy you kissed at the last sorority party?" You snapped, Jennifer returning it with a lazy eye roll.
"Hey, that was just a one time thing. He's kind of weird." She admitted, stirring her drink blankly.
Erika hummed noncommittally, seemingly deep in thought, or just spacing out. "Wasn't he like a stoner? I'm pretty sure Jiwon got in trouble last time for being with a guy who did drugs."
"Erika what the actual hell are you talking about?" Jennifer laughed, looking at Erika's already dumbfounded face.
"Oh my god, are you guys talking about Chris? Seungcheol said he got kicked out." You whispered in a conspirative manner. Seungcheol didn't actually tell you this directly, you just happened to overhear.
"You kissed Chris?" Erika's face visibly repulsed, plucking up her menu.
"No! I don't know what this idiot is talking aboutâ" Jennifer sighed loudly as she cut herself off, playfully glaring back at you.
"Speaking of Seungcheol, you should go to his party this weekend." Jennifer suggested to you in order to change the topic, her manicured nails clinking against her drink.
"Girl, if I went to a party, something seriously wrong must have happened." You plainly responded, closing your menu. "Are you guys ready to order?"
Erika hummed in response, stirring the straw around lazily. Jennifer called over the waiter who happened to be placing out cups of water for a family at a nearby table. Jennifer was always the strong-headed, blunt beauty in this trio. With her dark hair and monochromatic clothing, even you would date her.
Erika on the other hand... was different. Her bubbly, giggly attitude was a stark difference to Jennifer. To the pastel and warm toned clothing and delicate, you can say those two were polar opposites.
With you, you were the perfect mix of them both. That's why you guys get along so well. Even though they nag you about your absent dating life.Â
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Your meal came in a speedy matter, youâre already stuffing your face because just coffee wouldn't cut it for you.Â
Erika and Jennifer rambled about the drama between sororities right now. How girls are constantly getting caught being indecent literally anywhere now. They turn their attention to your crumb dusted face.
"Say, has Seungcheol been bringing anyone to your flat recently?" Erika poked, pointing her fork at you.
"No? Well, usually he's been doing it when I'm out of the house in the library." You chewed on your right side of your mouth, washing it down with water.
"Of course... the library." Jennifer mused, giving you a teasing glare.
"Hey, Mr. Wagner assigned a freaking essay right before break. I don't wanna hear moaning when I'm writing about some... stupid bullshit he always pulls out of his ass." You retorted, no more food in your mouth.
Jennifer raised her hands in defense, making a taken aback face that melted into a playful smile. "Okay chill, I was just making an observation. Also, how have you been keeping up with Seungcheol? You havenât been bitching and moaning about him.â
âHey! Iâve never bitched and moaned about Seungcheol.â You pointed your fork at Jennifer.
Erika glanced at you like you were crazy. âExcuse me??? Thatâs all you did for about maybe a month.â
You sighed in defeat, poking at your food absently. â...Okay maybe.â
ââOkay maybeâ isnât an answer, something has to be going on.â Jennifer nagged, and she was kind of right. Just kind of.
âFine⊠whatever. It's like⊠I canât stop thinking about him.â You mumbled out, eyes glued on your food.
They both groaned, like they saw this coming.
âDude, what⊠What the hell?â Erika sighed, pinching her nose bridge.
âI freaking knew it!â Jennifer scoffed, smashing her fork against the table, the metal clanking awfully loud.
âGuysâ just hear me out.â You started, but both of them look unimpressed, easily shutting you up.
âYouâre coming to this party if you like it or not. You need to realize that Seungcheol is actually evil.â Jennifer reprimanded, she immediately yanked out her phone. âSending you the details, right now.â
Shortly, your phone buzzed with Jenniferâs contact dropping down on the notification bar. Telling them and understanding your feelings was already a sign youâre too far gone. It's their duty, to refrain you from falling victim to Choi Seungcheol.
â„ pairing: bodgyguard/knight!sylus qin x princess fem!reader
â„ summary: âA princess bound by duty, a knight sworn to protect herâtwo hearts that have orbited each other since childhood, close enough to feel the pull but never daring to cross the distance. When danger shatters the careful walls between them, they must choose between the roles theyâve been given and the truth theyâve hidden for twenty years.â
â„ genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)
â„ word count: 41,9k (I will never be normal about sylus <3)
â„ warnings/tags: childhood best friends to lovers. fools/idiots to lovers. forbidden romance. one bed trope / forced proximity. mutual pining that they think is unrequited. the duke (original character) being used as a malicious misogynistic plot device, assassins, attempted murder, violence, yearning/longing, miscommunication in terms of thinking the love is unrequited, reader is shorter than sylus. inexperienced/virgin!reader, sylus is technically also a virgin but yeah, wonât be as noticeable. loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom sylus, ok⊠just overall soft sylus, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, bit of breeding kink, overstimulation, size kink, praise kink, daddy kink (the word is used twice sorry!), lots of pet names (kitten, princess, sweetie, my beloved⊠etc).
ⶠa/n: oh my... I've always wanted to write a bodyguard au. so here I AM. and writing this trope for MY MUSE!!!! SYLUS. also I don't know what's happening but I'm obsessed with writing princess!mc đ„° either way I never know how to write fic in a short format so enjoy this lengthy fic from me again! also because I don't wanna post it in parts you'll have a sneakpeek on tumblr but to read the story in its full length you'll have to head to ao3. I really love this and this banner inspired me a lot! thank you and I hope y'all love it as much as I loved writing it! đ inspired by the song run to you by whitney houston <3
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You were six years old the first time you saw Sylus Qin.
It had been a beautiful spring afternoon, the kind where the sun hung warm and golden in a cloudless sky and the palace gardens were in full bloom. Youâd been playing alone among the peoniesâyour attendants watching from a respectful distance as alwaysâwhen youâd heard voices approaching along the gravel path.
Menâs voices. Your fatherâs, youâd recognized immediately, and another you didnât know.
Curious, youâd peered around the large ornamental rock youâd been using as a fortress in your imaginary game, and thatâs when youâd seen him.
A boy. Older than youâmaybe ten, youâd guessed, though youâd learned later he was actually tenâbeing led through the gardens by your father and the Master of Arms. Heâd been dressed in the simple training clothes of a junior squire, his silver hairâeven then, that striking silverâpulled back from his face, and his red eyes had been wide as heâd taken in the splendor of the imperial gardens.
Red eyes. Youâd never seen eyes that color before.
He must have felt your stare because his gaze had suddenly shifted, landing directly on you where youâd been trying to hide behind your rock.
Youâd frozen, caught.
For a moment, youâd just looked at each otherâthis strange silver-haired boy with crimson eyes and you, the princess who was supposed to be too dignified to spy on people.
Then youâd smiled and waved.
Heâd blinked, clearly surprised, and glanced at the adults with him as if asking permission. But theyâd been deep in conversation about training schedules or weapons or something equally boring, not paying attention to either of you.
So youâd waved again, more insistently this time, and gestured for him to come over.
Heâd hesitated for only a second before slipping away from the group, moving with a quietness that had impressed you even then, and approaching your rock fortress.
âHi,â youâd whispered, grinning up at him. âIâmââ
âThe princess,â he said, and his voice had been soft, a little awed. âI know. Everyone knows.â
âWhatâs your name?â
âSylus. Sylus Qin.â Heâd bowed, stiff and formal in the way someone had clearly taught him to bow to royalty. âItâs an honor to meet you, Your Highness.â
Youâd wrinkled your nose. âThatâs too many words. Just call me by my name. And you donât have to bow like that. It looks uncomfortable.â
His lips had twitched, almost smiling. âIâm supposed to bow to royalty.â
âBut weâre going to be friends,â you announced with the absolute confidence of a six-year-old whoâd decided she liked someone. âFriends donât bow to each other. Thatâs silly.â
âFriends?â Heâd sounded uncertain, like he wasnât sure if princesses were allowed to have friends who were trainee squires.
âYes! Do you want to play tag?â You hadnât waited for an answer, just reached out and tagged his arm. âYouâre it!â
And then youâd taken off running through the gardens, laughing, and after a moment of shocked hesitation, youâd heard him laugh too and give chase.
That was how it had started. How youâd met the boy who would become the most important person in your world.
°ââ.àłàż âŸ*:
The years that followed had been filled with stolen moments.
Sylus had been training to become a palace guard, working under the Master of Arms with single-minded determination that had impressed everyone. But whenever heâd had free timeâand sometimes even when he shouldnât haveâheâd found his way to wherever you were.
Heâd played with you in the gardens, climbed trees to retrieve kites youâd gotten stuck, helped you catch fireflies in the summer evenings. Heâd sat with you during tedious lessons when your tutors had allowed it, and heâd carried you on his shoulders when youâd gotten tired during walks through the palace grounds.
Your attendants had been scandalized at firstâa princess shouldnât be so familiar with a mere traineeâbut your father had allowed it. Had even encouraged it, youâd learned later. Heâd seen the way Sylus watched over you even then, the way heâd positioned himself between you and anything that might hurt you, and heâd known.
This boy would protect his daughter with his life.
As youâd grown older, the games had changed but the connection had remained. Youâd watch him train sometimes, hiding behind pillars or in doorways, mesmerized by the way he movedâthe grace and power, the absolute focus. Heâd always known you were there. Would sometimes show off a little, executing a particularly impressive combination or disarming his sparring partner with a flourish that made your heart flutter in your chest.
Heâd been fourteen when youâd first realized you were in love with him.
Youâd been ten, and youâd been crying in your chambers after one of the court ladies had pulled too hard while dressing your hair for some ceremony. It had hurt, and worse, the woman had scolded you for fidgeting, had called you difficult and ungrateful in a tone that had made you feel small and ashamed.
Sylus had found you in the gardens afterward, still sniffling, your elaborate hairstyle already falling apart.
âHey,â heâd said softly, sitting beside you on the stone bench. âWhatâs wrong, Princess?â
Youâd told him, the words tumbling out between tears, and heâd listened with such patience, such genuine concern, that it had made you cry harder.
âCome here,â heâd said finally, and heâd turned you around so your back was to him. âLet me fix it.â
âYou donât know how toââ
âMy mother taught me,â heâd said quietly. âBefore she⊠she worked in a kitchen, but she also helped the estate healer sometimes. She said a man should know gentleness, not just strength. That included learning how to braid hair.â
His fingers had been so careful as theyâd worked through your tangles, so gentle that it hadnât hurt at all. And as heâd braided and arranged your hair with surprising skill, heâd talked to youâtold you stories about his mother, about his training, about anything and everything to distract you from your tears.
By the time heâd finished, youâd stopped crying. And when youâd turned to look at him, had seen the soft concern in his red eyes, the small smile on his lips as heâd admired his handiwork, something in your chest had shifted.
Oh, youâd thought. Oh no.
Because youâd realized in that moment that you loved him. Not the way you loved your parents or your friends, but something bigger, something that made your heart race and your cheeks flush and your stomach do strange fluttery things.
Youâd been ten years old, and youâd fallen completely, irrevocably in love with a fourteen-year-old trainee whoâd learned to braid hair from his mother and whoâd never once made you feel like you were too much or too difficult or too anything.
What you hadnât knownâwhat you wouldnât learn for yearsâwas that Sylus had fallen in that moment too.
Heâd been holding back tears of his own as heâd braided your hair, thinking of his mother whoâd died just a year before, whose gentle teachings heâd been trying desperately to honor. And when youâd turned to look at him with those trusting eyes, still damp with tears but smiling now, something in his carefully controlled heart had cracked wide open.
Heâd been too young to understand it fully, but heâd known: this girl, this princess heâd been assigned to protect, had become the center of his entire world.
°ââ.àłàż âŸ*:
The years had continued to pass, and the feelings had only grown stronger.
Youâd been twelve when youâd first seen him truly fight.
Bandits had attacked the royal caravan during a trip to a neighboring province. Youâd been terrified, frozen in the carriage as youâd heard shouts and the clash of steel. Then the door had been ripped open and a man with a scarred face and wild eyes had reached for youâ
And Sylus had appeared like something out of legend.
Heâd been sixteen, still technically in training but already more skilled than many full knights. Heâd pulled the bandit away from you with one hand and put his sword through the manâs chest with the other, and the cold efficiency of it had stolen your breath.
Then heâd turned to you, and his expression had completely changedâfrom that deadly warrior to the gentle boy you knew, concern flooding his red eyes.
âAre you hurt?â heâd asked, checking you over with shaking hands. âDid he touch you? Are youââ
âIâm fine,â youâd managed, though youâd been trembling. âYou saved me.â
âAlways,â heâd said, and the intensity in his voice had made something warm bloom in your chest. âIâll always save you.â
After that day, heâd been officially assigned to your personal guard rotation despite his young age. Your father had seen what youâd already known: there was no one better suited to protect you.
But the new official capacity had changed things between you. Where before youâd had freedom to just be friends, now there were expectations, protocols. Heâd started calling you âPrincessâ more often than your name, had stopped seeking you out during his free time, had maintained a careful distance that had made your heart ache.
Youâd been thirteen the first time youâd truly understood what it meant to miss someone who was standing right beside you.
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Youâd been fifteen when youâd first felt the magnetic pull.
It had been late evening, and youâd been studying in the palace libraryâor pretending to study, at least. Sylus had been stationed outside as your guard, but youâd insisted he come inside because it had been winter and the hallways were freezing.
Heâd sat near the fireplace, supposedly watching the door but actually reading one of the military strategy texts youâd seen him glance at longingly. Youâd been pretending to focus on your own book but really watching himâthe way the firelight had painted gold across his silver hair, the way his brow had furrowed in concentration, the way his lips had moved slightly as heâd read.
Beautiful, youâd thought. Heâs so beautiful.
At some point, youâd both looked up at the same time, and your eyes had met across the room.
The air had felt charged, electric. Neither of you had moved, but youâd felt pulled toward him like a string was tied between your hearts. Youâd seen his throat work as heâd swallowed, seen the way his eyes had darkened, and youâd knownâsomehow youâd knownâthat if you stood up and crossed to him, if youâd closed the distance between you, something would have happened.
Something irreversible.
But youâd been fifteen and heâd been nineteen and he was your guard and you were a princess, and there were so many reasons why you couldnât.
So youâd looked away first, breaking the moment, and youâd heard his quiet exhale like heâd been holding his breath.
It had become a pattern after that. These moments where youâd get too close, where the air would shimmer with possibility, where youâd almostâalmostâlet yourselves cross that invisible line.
But you never did.
°ââ.àłàż âŸ*:
Youâd been seventeen when youâd realized he was pulling away.
The cuddling that had been so natural when you were childrenâhim letting you fall asleep against his shoulder during long carriage rides, carrying you when youâd gotten sick, letting you seek comfort in his presenceâhad gradually stopped.
Youâd try to lean against him and heâd shift away. Youâd reach for his hand and heâd find a reason to move. Youâd ask him to stay and talk with you like he used to, and heâd make excuses about duty and propriety.
It had hurt. Gods, it had hurt so much, and you hadnât understood why.
Youâd thought maybe heâd finally seen you clearlyâseen that you were in love with himâand had been trying to distance himself because he didnât feel the same. Or worse, because heâd felt sorry for you.
The truth, which you hadnât known, was that Sylusâs feelings had grown beyond what he could safely control. Every casual touch had become torture. Every time youâd smiled at him, every time youâd said his name, every time youâd looked at him with those trusting eyes, it had been harder and harder to maintain his composure.
Heâd been twenty-two and desperately in love with a eighteen-year-old princess he was sworn to protect, and the wanting had been consuming him. The desire to touch you, to hold you, to tell you everything he feltâit had been overwhelming. And worse, the thoughts had become less innocent. The way his body had responded to your proximity, the dreams heâd had that had left him aching and ashamedâheâd hated himself for it.
So heâd pulled away. Had tried to put distance between you and his inappropriate feelings. Had tried to be nothing more than your guard, nothing more than what was proper and right.
It had been killing him, but heâd thought it was necessary.
What he hadnât realized was that his distance had been killing you too.
°ââ.àłàż âŸ*:
Youâd been nineteen when youâd almost kissed him.
It had been your birthday celebrationâa small, private thing, not the grand ball the court would throw later in the week. Just you and a handful of people you actually cared about. Sylus had been there in his capacity as your guard, standing near the wall with his usual vigilant posture.
But youâd been drinking wineâmore than you probably should haveâand the alcohol had made you bold.
Youâd crossed to him, aware of people watching but not caring, and youâd grabbed his hand.
âDance with me,â youâd said.
âPrincess, I donât thinkââ
âItâs my birthday,â youâd insisted. âAnd I want to dance with you. Please?â
Heâd hesitated, clearly torn, but youâd pulled on his hand and heâd finally, finally given in.
Youâd dancedâa proper, formal dance, his hand at your waist and yours on his shoulder, the appropriate distance maintained between you. But it had felt anything but appropriate. Every place his body had touched yours had burned. His red eyes had been locked on your face, intense and wanting, and youâd felt dizzy with something that had nothing to do with the wine.
The music had slowed, or maybe youâd both just stopped paying attention to it. Youâd been swaying together, closer than you should have been, his hand sliding lower on your back, your fingers threading into the hair at his nape.
âPrincess,â heâd whispered, and his voice had been rough, strained. âWe shouldnâtââ
âI donât care,â youâd whispered back. Youâd been looking at his lips, watching them form words, wanting to feel them against yours with an intensity that had stolen your breath.
Youâd started to lean in. Heâd started to lean in too, his eyes already closing, his head tiltingâ
âYour Highness!â One of your attendants had called, breaking the moment. âThe cake is ready!â
Youâd both jerked apart like youâd been burned. Sylus had stepped back immediately, his expression shuttering, and youâd wanted to scream with frustration.
So close. Youâd been so close.
But the moment had passed, and Sylus had bowed and excused himself, and youâd been left standing there with your heart hammering and the taste of almost on your lips.
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Youâd been twenty when youâd overheard the conversation that had shattered something in you.
Two of the palace guards had been talking in the hallway outside your chambers, not realizing you were right inside the slightly-ajar door.
âQinâs got it rough,â one had said. âBeing assigned to the Princess full-time. Must be exhausting, never having a moment to himself.â
âAt least the pay is good,â the other had replied. âAnd itâs prestigious, being the Princessâs personal guard. Opens doors for advancement.â
âTrue. Though between you and me, I donât think he had much choice. The King specifically requested him for the position. Not like he could refuse even if he wanted to.â
âThink he ever gets tired of it? Following her around constantly?â
âProbably. But heâs too professional to show it. Thatâs why heâs the best.â
Youâd stood there, frozen, as their voices had faded down the hallway.
Duty. Thatâs all you were to him. A prestigious assignment he couldnât refuse. A job that paid well and looked good for his career.
All those moments between youâthe dancing, the almost-kisses, the way heâd held youâit had all been in your head. Heâd been professional. Doing his duty. Nothing more.
The realization had crushed you.
Youâd cried yourself to sleep that night, mourning something youâd never actually had.
What you hadnât known was that Sylus had heard that same conversation from the other end of the hallway. Had heard those guards reduce his deepest feelings to mere professional obligation, and had been grateful.
Because if everyone thought he was just doing his duty, if no one suspected the truth of how desperately in love with you he was, then maybe he could keep serving as your guard. Could keep being near you, even if he could never have you.
It had been better this way, heâd told himself. Better that you thought his care was merely professional.
Even if the lie had hurt worse than any blade.
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Youâd been twenty-three when youâd started receiving serious marriage proposals.
Noble sons, foreign dignitaries, wealthy merchants seeking to elevate their statusâtheyâd come in a steady stream, and youâd rejected every single one. Your father had been patient at first, understanding your reluctance to marry young, but as youâd approached your mid-twenties, the pressure had increased.
Youâd had to sit through countless meetings with potential suitors, had to smile and make polite conversation with men whoâd looked at you like a prize to be won. And through it all, Sylus had been there, standing behind your chair or near the door, his face carefully neutral.
Youâd watched him sometimes during those meetings, trying to gauge his reaction. Did it bother him to see other men courting you? Did he care at all?
His expression had never changed. Professional. Detached. Doing his duty.
It had hurt worse than any outright rejection.
What you hadnât seen was the way his hands had clenched behind his back, nails digging into his palms hard enough to leave marks. The way his jaw had ached from keeping his expression neutral when everything in him had wanted to remove these men from your presence by force.
The way heâd gone back to his quarters after each of these meetings and destroyed training dummies, imagining them as every suitor whoâd dared to think they were worthy of you.
Youâd never seen the way heâd broken down the night heâd heard rumors that your father was losing patience, that he might arrange a marriage without your consent if you continued to refuse everyone.
The night heâd realized he might actually lose you. That you might belong to someone else, and heâd have to stand by and watch it happen because he was nothing. No one. Just a guard with no title and no prospects and no right to love someone so far above him.
Youâd been twenty-six when Zou Cheng had proposed.
And thatâs when everything had changed.
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The walk back to your chambers had been suffocatingly silent.
Sylus had fallen into step behind you the moment youâd dismissed yourself from the receiving hall, his presence a steady shadow at your back. Youâd kept your chin high, your expression carefully neutral as youâd passed through the corridors of the palace, aware of the eyes that followed youâservants, courtiers, guards. Word of your rejection of Zou Chengâs proposal would already be spreading through the palace like wildfire, and you refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing you rattled.
But the moment your chamber doors closed behind you and Sylus, the carefully constructed composure shattered.
Your hands were shaking as you turned to face the room, breath coming shorter, faster. The tears youâd been holding back since Zou Cheng had smiled at you with that entitled, predatory expression were burning at the backs of your eyes.
Your attendants looked up from where theyâd been preparing your afternoon tea, concern immediate on their faces.
âPlease,â you managed, your voice strained but still kind, still soft. âI need some time alone. Thank you.â
They bowed quickly, sensing your distress, and filed out with worried glances over their shoulders. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving only you and Sylus in the spacious chamber.
He stood near the entrance, his tall frame relaxed but alert in the way it always wasâlike he could spring into action at a momentâs notice. Today he wore robes of deep red silk with gold embroidery along the collar and cuffs, the formal attire of the imperial guard when not in full armour. The crimson fabric brought out the color of his eyes, made his long silver hair seem to glow in the filtered sunlight. His sword hung at his side, the leather of the scabbard worn smooth from years of use. His expression was carefully neutral, but those red eyes watched you with an intensity that made your chest ache.
The moment you knew you were truly alone with him, the dam broke.
âIt was completely awful, Sy. A disastrous show. A freaking outrage. Did you see the way that Zou Cheng was looking at me? The way he could barely compose himself as I declined his proposal? I shouldâve slapped him when he tried to come on to me. Heâs a fucking disgrace,â you grumbled, pacing around your luxurious and elegant bedroom.
The chamber was a reflection of imperial refinementâwalls adorned with hand-painted silk panels depicting cherry blossoms in full bloom, their delicate pink petals seeming to drift across the fabric. Latticed windows of dark wood filtered the afternoon sunlight into soft, golden beams that pooled across polished floors. Carved wooden screens separated different areas of the spacious room, and your canopy bed was draped in layers of flowing silk in shades of cream and rose. The palace itself was a sprawling masterpiece of red lacquered pillars, sweeping golden-tiled roofs that curved toward the heavens, and tranquil courtyards where ancient trees stood guard over stone pathways and lotus ponds.
Youâd smiled at your bodyguardâyour knightâSylus Qin that morning as heâd escorted you down to meet Zou Cheng, nervous energy making your hands tremble slightly as youâd adjusted your hair. Youâd asked him softly if you looked beautiful, needing that reassurance before facing another suitor you had no interest in. Heâd glanced at you with those striking crimson eyes, something flickering in their depths before heâd smiled to himself and responded with a quiet, âYes, Princess.â You could have sworn his pale cheeks had flushed slightly, that heâd looked away as if composing himself, though maybe that was just wishful thinkingâyour heart projecting feelings onto him that heâd never expressed.
Now, as you paced, your pink hanfu swished around your legs, the delicate peonies embroidered into the fabric catching the light. A few strands of hair had come loose from your carefully arranged style, the jade pins your attendants had spent an hour placing now slightly askew from your agitated movements.
âPrincess,â Sylus said quietly, his deep voice cutting through your spiraling anger like a knife through silk. He hadnât moved from his position near the door, but something in his tone made you pause mid-step, turning to look at him.
His jaw was tight, you noticed. The muscle there flexing almost imperceptibly as he watched you pace. His hand had drifted to rest on the pommel of his swordânot threateningly, but like he needed something solid to anchor himself to.
âYou had every right to refuse him,â he continued, his voice carefully measured, professional. âZou Cheng isâŠâ He paused, and you saw the way his fingers tightened fractionally on the sword hilt. âHeâs not worthy of you. His behavior was inappropriate and disrespectful.â
You laughed, but it came out bitter and sharp. âInappropriate? Sy, he practically cornered me when you stepped back to give us âprivacy.â He put his hand on my waist and told me I should reconsider, that a woman of my âparticular situationâ couldnât afford to be so selective.â Your voice cracked slightly on the last words, the tears threatening again. âLike Iâm some kind of burden to be offloaded. Like I should be grateful for his attention.â
Something dangerous flashed across Sylusâs faceâthere and gone so quickly you almost missed it. His eyes darkened, the red seeming to burn brighter for just a moment. His other hand flexed at his side, and you watched his throat work as he swallowed whatever his immediate reaction had been.
âHe touched you?â The words came out quieter than before, but there was an edge to them that made your breath catch. Not anger at youânever at youâbut something cold and lethal simmering beneath his controlled exterior.
âJust my waist,â you said, wrapping your arms around yourself. âBut the way he looked at me, Sy. Like⊠like he was already imaginingâŠâ You couldnât finish the sentence, shuddering.
Sylus was silent for a long moment, and when you looked at him again, his expression had smoothed into that professional mask he wore so well. But his eyesâgods, his eyes were still burning with something that made your heart race.
âIf he ever touches you again,â he said, voice low and absolutely certain, âheâll lose the hand. I donât care what his rank is.â
The fierce protectiveness in his tone sent warmth flooding through your chest, chasing away some of the coldness Zou Chengâs attentions had left behind. This was why you loved him, you thought helplessly. This steadfast devotion, the way he made you feel safe and valued andâ
You shook your head, trying to dispel the thought. He was your knight. Your protector. These feelings he showed you were duty, nothing more. No matter how much you wished otherwise.
âCome here, sweetie,â Sylus said softly, and the endearment made your chest ache. He moved away from the door finally, crossing to you with that fluid grace that came from years of training. When he reached you, he lifted one hand slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted, before gently tucking one of the loose strands of hair behind your ear. âYouâre trembling.â
His touch was so careful, so tender, that the tears finally spilled over.
âIâm just so tired of this,â you whispered, looking up at him. At this distance, you could see the way his silver hair caught the light, the sharp lines of his face softened by concern. âEvery week itâs another proposal from another man who sees me as a political opportunity or a prize to be won. None of them actually want me. They want what I represent.â
âThen theyâre all fools,â Sylus murmured, his hand still hovering near your face, like he wanted to touch you again but didnât trust himself to. âYou are⊠so much more than what you represent, Princess.â
The way he said it, the quiet intensity in his voice, made you wonderâjust for a momentâif maybe you werenât imagining everything after all.
You wiped at your tears quickly, embarrassed by the show of emotion even though it was just Sylus. Heâd seen you cry beforeâtoo many times over the yearsâbut it still made you feel vulnerable in a way that was both comforting and terrifying.
âIâm sorry,â you said, your voice still thick. âI shouldnât be falling apart like this. Especially not todayâthe Lantern Festival is tonight and I need toâŠâ You gestured vaguely at yourself, at your tear-stained face and disheveled hair. âI canât go looking like Iâve been crying over that bastard.â
âYou have nothing to apologize for,â Sylus said firmly, finally dropping his hand back to his side, though he seemed reluctant to do so. âAnd for what itâs worth, you could never look anything less than beautiful.â
Your breath caught at the words, at the way he said themâso matter-of-fact, like he was stating an undeniable truth rather than offering a compliment. Heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks.
âI⊠thank you,â you managed, your heart doing complicated things in your chest. You cleared your throat, trying to regain some composure. âI should change. The pink is pretty, but itâs too associated with this morningâs disaster. I canât wear it to the festival.â
You moved toward the carved wooden screen in the corner of your chamber where your attendants had already laid out your festival attireâa stunning hanfu in deep crimson and gold, far more elaborate than what you currently wore. The color of celebration and good fortune.
âItâll just be a moment,â you called over your shoulder as you disappeared behind the screen, already reaching for the pins in your hair.
You heard rather than saw Sylus move to stand near the window, giving you privacy while still remaining in the room. It was familiar, this dance youâd done countless times over the years. Him always nearby, always vigilant, but never crossing certain invisible lines.
Your fingers fumbled slightly with the fastenings of your pink hanfu as you thought about those lines. About how desperately you wanted him to cross them, to acknowledge that there was something between you beyond duty and childhood friendship. But he never did. He was too honorable, too bound by his position as your protector.
And you were too afraid of losing even thisâhis presence, his steadiness, his gentle wordsâto ever push for more.
The crimson hanfu slipped over your shoulders like water, the silk cool against your skin. The embroidery was exquisiteâgolden phoenixes and lotus flowers swirling across the fabric in intricate patterns. The sleeves were long and flowing, edged with gold trim, and the outer robe was secured with an ornate sash that took you a moment to tie properly.
You stepped out from behind the screen, smoothing your hands over the fabric. âCould youâŠ?â You gestured to your hair, which youâd taken down completely, letting it fall loose around your shoulders. âI have the lotus clip for the festival, but I canât quite get it positioned right on my own.â
Sylus turned from the window, and you watched his eyes widen fractionally as he took in your appearance. That look againâthe one that made your heart race, that made you think maybe, possibly, he felt something too.
âOf course, kitten,â he said softly, crossing to you. The endearment, different from the others, always made you melt a little. He only used it in private moments like these, and you hoarded each instance like precious treasure.
You sat at your vanity and handed him the white lotus hair clipâa beautiful piece carved from jade, with delicate petals that seemed almost translucent in the light. Your hands brushed as he took it from you, and you could have sworn you felt him tremble.
His fingers were impossibly gentle as they gathered your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine that you desperately hoped he couldnât see. He worked in focused silence, arranging your hair with surprising skill for a warrior.
âWhere did you learn to do this?â you asked quietly, watching him in the mirror.
A small, fond smile tugged at his lipsâthe kind of smile that only appeared when he let his guard down around you. âIâve been doing this since we were little, remember?â His voice was soft, almost nostalgic. âYou used to sit still for maybe thirty seconds before getting distracted by a butterfly or a bird, and Iâd have to start all over again.â
Your chest warmed at the memory, at the reminder of all those years youâd spent together. Back when things had been simpler, before duty and propriety had built walls between you.
âI was a terrible student,â you admitted, smiling at his reflection.
âYou were seven,â he said, amusement coloring his tone. âAnd even then, you never sat still unless it was something you truly cared about.â His fingers worked through a particularly stubborn tangle with infinite patience. âI learned to be quick about it.â
âThere,â he murmured, stepping back slightly. The lotus clip was positioned perfectly, securing part of your hair while letting the rest cascade down your back. His eyes met yours in the mirror, and for a momentâjust a momentâyou saw something raw and unguarded there.
Want. Longing.
Then he blinked and it was gone, replaced by that professional warmth.
âBeautiful,â he said quietly. âYouâll be the most radiant person at the festival.â
You stood, turning to face him directly rather than through the mirror. âWill you stay close tonight?â you asked, hating how vulnerable you sounded. âAfter this morning with Zou Cheng, I just⊠Iâd feel better knowing you were nearby.â
âAlways, Princess,â Sylus promised, and the intensity in his voice made you believe him. âIâll be right beside you the entire time. Nothing will happen to you. I swear it.â
If only youâd known then how impossible that promise would be to keep.
