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[8:45 pm] - J.Yh

Pairing! — Yunho x fem!reader

Genre! — smut

Warnings! — fingering, size training, praising, teasing, squirting, petnames, marking??? (I think that’s about it)

Wc! — 1.1k + words

a/n! — look- I just had to write size training with Yunho cause why not also this was requested by @whatudowhennooneseesyou thanks for requesting<3

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“I can’t Yunho I- I can’t anymore-” you cried out, shaking your head fervently, the sheen of sweat coating your body glazing under the moonlight in the cold night yet you felt your whole body burning.

Trapped under Yunho’s body, the most you could do was squirm under him, but he took advantage of his large body to keep you in place, as he always has.

“I know baby I know,” he hushes you thumbing your inner thigh, placing soft kisses all over your neck, you let out a weak whimper when he sinks his teeth in your skin, licking over the skin after.

“But I have to prepare you for my cock you know, you can barely take it in your mouth, how would you take it in your tight little cunt hm?” he says rubbing your clit slowly again earning a moan from you.

It’s true Yunho was huge, you could tell even if his erection would be covered up by his pants, even two of his long fingers were almost too much for you, so what better way than to size train you.

So over the past few weeks of dating, he would size train you any convenient time, whether it be fingering you while watching movies, fucking you with with the tip of his cock, eating you out, you name it.

You yourself couldn’t convince Yunho that you were ready when you were able to take half of his huge cock, but he refused saying that he still wanted to size train you so as not to hurt you.

It doesn’t matter if he has to suffer a little while without a fuck, besides thats not all it was to him or you, he wanted to let you feel safe and have sex without any hesitation.

Still....

You don’t even know how long you’ve been in this position, you estimate it being more than an hour now, and the man above you didn’t seem like he was gonna stop soon, why? He hasn’t heard the safe word from you yet.

“God as much as I wanna fucking ruin you, I suppose I’ll have to gradually train you to become the perfect cumslut for me,” he growls making you tighten around his fingers to which Yunho felt his dick pulse, he really can’t wait for the time when he can ram into you while hearing you beg for more over and over again until you can’t take it.

But God knows he would retreat his fingers in the speed of light if he heard the word from you.

Your breathing hitched as he slowly. started pumping his digit in you again, “Fuck Yunho!” you threw your head back, “Now now, I think my baby can handle another finger right?”

You nodded wanting to make him proud, Yunho is aware of how much you love being praised, especially while he takes his sweet time to size train you, he will make sure to praise everything you do and every part of your body, there’s nothing he could complain about you even if he tried to.

As he eases another in your hole, you moan out loudly, your knuckles turning white from gripping on the mattress too hard, “Fuck,” Yunho cursed gutturally feeling how tight your hole is as he starts pumping his fingers in and out slowly.

“Can’t wait to be in this tight pussy,” he remarks making you feel all fuzzy, you felt your high approaching quick again which Yunho could easily notice, he had paid special attention to what your body reacts to, where you’re most sensitive and what has you riled up the most.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he said, which kind of sounded like an indirect order, but that wasn’t the easiest for you to hold in given that he was still continuously and mercilessly fucking you with his long fingers.

“But Yu-” before you could plead his lips were connected to yours, and he started kissing you passionately.

“Just a bit more baby,”

His voice was low yet like honey and it made goosebumps appear all over your body, you wanted to be a good girl for him and him only, so you nod, not even noticing that Yunho had let a third digit slip into your sopping cunt.

“Yunho...” you said his name in a breath, feeling your high so close you won’t be able to hold on forever.

“What is it baby? Wanna cum?”

You nodded, whining and begging if you can cum now, “I- fuck- Yunho it feels- weird-” you barely managed to get out coherent words, you felt your approaching orgasm as if it was about to burst out.

Yunho only smirks realizing what you mean, he didn’t say anything, only hushing you and tucking some stray hairs behind your ear.

The next moment you try to open your mouth, Yunho suddenly starts moving his fingers even faster and deeper causing you to cry out in ecstasy, it was such a painful pleasure for you.

You gripped tightly on his arms, and you’re sure you had left scratch marks, “Yu- i- I think im gonna-”

“Cum for me baby,” that was all you needed to cum all over his finger, with your eyes shut you let out your orgasm which you held back on.

But when you had opened your eyes, you didn’t just orgasm, you had squirted, all over the bedsheets and your boyfriend, your eyes widen in shock.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry Yunho-” you tried apologizing, attempting to sit up, that was until Yunho grabs your wrists, pinning them down on the mattress, he looked at you with pure lust in his eyes and you gulped knowing just what was on his mind.

“That was so fucking hot baby,” he smirks at you, taking his huge cock out of its confinements giving it a few pumps.

“Yunho?” you asked curious but anticipated one what his next move would be, and before you could come to any conclusions, Yunho had pushed his length into you with ease.

Your head was thrown back yet again, feeling your boyfriend’s girthy length drill into you, only this time, there was no burn, just feeling his fill you up has your mind dizzy and you can already feel his tip hitting just the right spot.

“You- you’re so big,” you said in shock, looking down to see the bulge on your lower stomach, as if you weren’t already so fucking aroused.

You hear Yunho chuckle, and you moan out loud when he thrusts into you, “Yeah? I just knew this tight pussy was made just for me, so beautiful, so pretty, just the perfect cumslut for me” he says, breath hitched when he really feels your tightness around him, you clenching onto him doesn’t help on the fact that he’s so close to ramming into you.

“Baby, please fuck me~” you say with a whine following your sentence. Yunho is haply to comply, once again thrusting except with more force.

“Yeah? Then get ready cause this time, you better squirt all over my cock angel.”

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Ateez Kisses

⇴ pairing: ateez x gn!reader

⇴ genre: fluff, suggestive

⇴ warnings: suggestive content

⇴ a/n: please reblog!! this app runs on reblogs, not likes. don’t forget to check out my masterlist!

⇴ tags: @hyuckilstan @star1117-archives @whatudowhennooneseesyou

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong’s kisses are needy. He always need you as close to him as possible, nipping at your lips while his hands cover every inch of your body. Gripping, grabbing and squeezing. Moans into the kiss while squeezing your ass. Hongjoong could kiss for hours, never getting tired of the intimacy and passion. He always pulls you into his lap, loving you towering over him, feeling exposed. Especially when he knows that even if you’re on top, he’s still the one in charge.

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa’s kisses are slow and sweet, making sure to enjoy every moment of your lips pressed against his. He doesn’t moan, but he does get very breathy, sighing over and over again. He wants you to know how much he loves you, and having you in his arms. His kisses are so soft, making you melt against him. He can’t help but wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his warmth, his scent surrounding you. It always makes the moment feel more intimate than it is.

Yunho:

Yunho is a very dominant kisser. He will make sure you know that he’s in control. Hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you to him. Passionate kisses, definitely some tongue. The sound of his harsh breathing fills your ears. He can be quite the rough kisser when he wants something more than making out. Loves to grope your ass and boobs while making out. Always knows how to leave you so needy for him.

Yeosang:

Yeosang could go either way. He could treat you like glass, lips touching yours so sweetly. He’ll hold your hands gently, kissing you in such a way that makes you sigh. You’re his little doll. However, he can also be quite rough. His arms can’t help but wrap around your back, pulling you closer to him. He practically shoves his tongue down your throat. Deep groans escape him, thoughts of you in his bed can’t leave his mind.

San:

San is also a dominant kisser. If you even try for one second to take control of the kiss, he will stop, just to remind you where your place is. Loves to have you on his lap, having your body in front of him for his easy access. San loves to moan. He wants to make sure you know he’s enjoying himself. Hands on your ass 24/7. Even in front of his members. Neck kisses are a must. But if he’s tired, he’ll just peck you over and over again, lips softly touching each other’s.

Mingi:

Mingi gets a little nervous to kiss. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s that he doesn’t know if you want to. But you always catch on, by his needy behavior and give in. His lips are the softest thing you’ve ever felt. His kisses are so sweet, going slow. But at some point, he can’t help but get needy. And you always end up with his tongue wrapped around yours, his breathy moans and whines filling your ears. He treats you so well, making sure you’re comfortable, usually before a full make out session starts.

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung is such a passionate kisser. He can’t help but turn innocent kisses into making out, tongue in your mouth. His hands always roaming your body. Loves gripping onto your sides, pulling you into his lap and thighs. Definitely bites and sucks on your lips, and even tongue sometimes. Can’t help but giggle after biting your lip. He loves to tease you. Super playful with his kisses.

Jongho:

Jongho is in between slow and sweet, and fast and passionate. Doesn’t necessarily dominate over your kisses, but you always know he’s in charge. Loves to keep his hand somewhere on your body, whether it be your face, neck or hip. Very quiet when kissing, but he occasionally smiles into the kiss whenever you moan. He really loves giving you what you want, so just say the word and you’re making out. Just don’t bite his lip, or he will make sure you don’t do it again.

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thinking about how chan would be so eager to please you, to make you feel good. but things wouldn’t always come your way as easy as you’d like, his teasing smile—dimples showing—only widening at the sound of your whining; “c’mon, chan, please—”

“baby, you’re not even pretending to watch the movie.”

he’s right, of course. you have way more pressing matters on your mind than the colourful scenes flashing across the screen. straddling his thigh with your lips pressed against his jaw, all you can think about is how badly you need him. you’re absent-mindedly rolling your hips, chasing the friction your shorts provide if you move just right—the firm muscle of his thigh flexing while he chuckles at your pleas, ignoring them.

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choco ice cream — mingi

— pairing: mingi x gn!reader

— rating / genre: G / fluff, established relationship

— warnings: kissing, eating!!

— word count: 606

— summary: you wake up in the middle of the night to find mingi eating chocolate ice cream by himself.

— note: happy birthday to the loml!! i love mingi so much :(( i hope he has such a great day and receives lots of love! <3

— please reblog if you enjoyed this! tumblr is not like other social medias and runs off of reblogs and NOT likes :)

[ start ]

Mingi was sitting in the kitchen, dim light from the lamp in the hallway lighting up his features as he quietly spooned chocolate ice cream into his mouth. He was so deep in his thoughts he didn’t notice the soft padding of your feet against the wooden floors slowly waddling towards him.

“Mingi?” You gently placed your hand on his shoulder blade as you walked around the island he was sitting on. He jumped in his seat. “What are you doing up?” You take a second to look him over, your eyelids still heavy with sleep. “And why are you eating ice cream without me?” Mingi was still looking at you in shock, spoon halfway to his mouth with a dollop of ice cream.

Mingi redirected the spoon towards your mouth as he answered. “I had a big craving for ice cream when I woke up. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t wanna wake you.” You nod as he lands another spoon of ice cream in your mouth. You respond around the ice cream in your mouth. “Mingi, you can always wake me up at whatever time and ask me to join you for ice cream.” Mingi nods as he spoons a scoop of ice cream into his own mouth.

You take a moment to observe him as he goes back into the freezer to scoop some more ice cream for you two to share. His hair is still sticking up in small spiky tufts in all directions and flat on the left side of his head. You could still see little eye crusties hanging around his eyes and a little line of drool that had dried at the corner of his mouth.

You couldn’t help the fond smile that made its way onto your face as you walked over to your tall boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his bare waist. You gently squeezed your arms around his body as you snuggled your cheek into his back. His cold hands found yours resting on his tummy and gave them a little squeeze before he turned around in your grasp and lifted you up onto the counter beside the ice cream.

There, he was able to comfortably nuzzle his face into your neck and hug you back with just as much love and warmth as you had given him. “I love you.” Mingi softly sighed into your neck as he squeezed his arms a little tighter around your waist. You smiled as you gently pulled Mingi’s head out your neck to look at him. Your hands softly cradled his cheeks as you pulled him into you for a soft kiss. It was one of the sweetest kisses you had ever shared. The taste of the rich chocolate on his lips only made it sweeter as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss just a little more. 

You slowly pulled away to rest your foreheads against each other’s, soft pants coming from both of your chocolate coated lips. “I love you too, Mingi.” You press a little kiss to the tip of his nose as you gently rub your thumbs over his cheeks. You had hoped he felt every ounce of love you had for him; from the gentle touches and the soft kisses to the sparkle in your eyes as you watched him and your words. You press another kiss to his lips, shorter than the last but just as sweet. “I love you.” You say the words one more time before your hands move to grab the cup of melted ice cream and shovel more of the sweet treat into both of your mouths.

[ end ]

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LIKE YOU || choi yeonjun

PAIRING: fuckboy!yeonjun x afab!reader

WORD COUNT: 16.4k

GENRE(S): smut, fluff, slowburn, college!au

SUMMARY: when your school’s infamous fuckboy, choi yeonjun, sets his eyes in you, he's determined in his mission to make you his. only the task turns out harder than he'd initially expected.

WARNINGS: smut [unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), praise, overstimulation, slight corruption kink], consumption of alcohol, smoking, yeonjun is a menace and a flirt

Choi Yeonjun didn’t mean to fall in love with you. 

Really, he didn’t. He didn’t plan on falling in love with anybody, actually. He just wasn’t the type of guy to chase after one girl, especially one who showed no initial interest in him. 

Until you came along, that is.

—

“Gosh, did you really break up with her? And here I was, thinking this one would actually last longer than two weeks.”

Yeonjun only rolls his eyes in response to his friend’s nagging, his back resting against the cold stonewall of the school as his shoes sink into the soft grass surrounding them. It's the place he, Soobin and Taehyun go to complain about homework, classmates, or in his case, girls, and it was carefully chosen by them so as not to catch the attention of any annoyingly nosy teachers. It is also the place he usually brings girls to make out with – at least those he won’t even bother taking out on a date since they’re way too boring. Most people would be surprised to know just how many girls aren't worth knowing. 

He sighs deeply, fidgeting a little with the hem of his ripped jeans before fetching a pack of cigarettes from the pocket. His eyes scan the area subconsciously, not searching for anyone in particular but looking for anything interesting to latch onto. “Oh, quit complaining, Soobin. Why do you care, anyway? It’s not like she was your girlfriend.” 

‘Girlfriend’ is a bit too much of an exaggeration, even he has to admit – all that girl ever was to him was a quick fuck. Not that it matters. It doesn’t exactly occupy his thoughts whether she’s taking their ‘breakup’ well or not. He sighs, tearing his gaze away from the crowd as nothing – and nobody – catches his eye. Ignoring his friend’s judgemental stare, he lights a cigarette, bringing it to his lips and inhaling the calming aroma, before breathing out a cloud of smoke. 

“No, but she seemed to like you a lot.” Soobin says, and Yeonjun lets out a snort of laughter, which earns him another death stare from his friend. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll run out of girls to hook up with?” 

“I can always go to a bar and find some new ones. Seoul is full of girls, which makes it even more embarrassing that you’re incapable of finding yourself one.” 

“Oh, shut up. It’s not like you’ve ever had a proper relationship, either. I’d say that’s even more embarrassing.” 

“How is it embarrassing? I’m living the dream, man, admit it.” And as if to prove his point, he takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke directly into his friend’s frowning face. 

And then he looks at the crowd of students again, totally uninterested as always. At least until his eyes land on your frame and he’s suddenly feeling more interested than he’s ever felt before. Because, holy fuck, who is that girl and why has he never seen her before? For a moment, he’s just staring at you, eyes running over all your features as if not to forget any of them, mind racing with the thought that you might just be the prettiest girl he’s ever seen in his entire life. And then you disappear into the crowd again and all that’s left is his burning determination to make you his.

“Who was that girl?” He asks his friend, finger pointing in the direction of where you were standing just a moment ago. 

Thankfully, Soobin seems to have seen you, too. “Huh? Oh, her? That’s Y/N.”

“You know her?”

Raising a brow, he responds skeptically. “Yeah, why? She’s the class president in my class.”

Oh, wow. Class president. He's never been with a class president – mostly because all of their school talk was impossible to endure – but that shouldn't be much of a problem. You are still a girl, after all, and girls are his specialty. 

It only takes a few more questions directed at a not-so-happy Soobin to find out that you work as an assistant at the school library during breaks, and so Yeonjun has found his destination. He's so quick to run into the school that it's not before he's spent five minutes looking for the library that he realizes he has no idea where it is. Groaning in frustration, he asks one of the bypassers to show him the way, but it takes another three minutes for the girl to stop blushing and giggling, which makes Yeonjun question whether it's worth it to even go there.

But then he's reminded of how pretty you looked from a distance, and he knows he has to see you up close. So he lets the girl bring him to the library, and he's quick to realize that this might just be his least favorite place in the whole school. The room is filled with nothing but shelves of books and the girls who are sitting by the tables are nowhere near as pretty as he'd like. And they're also not even paying him a glance – something he finds a little weird. Now he just hopes you're good with your mouth, so that his time doesn't go to waste.

“Do you need help with anything?” 

He hears from behind him and yes, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him earlier – you're even prettier up close. Of course you'd come up to him first – he'd doubted your ability to take initiative since you are a class president, but it seems that he'd overestimated people's capability of resisting his good looks. You are just making his task so much easier. 

“Not really, no,” He grins widely, running his ring-clad fingers through his hair. “Just wanted to ask you if you’re free this weekend.” 

He watches as you scrunch up your nose in confusion – it’s kind of cute – and awaits your answer with the grin never leaving his face. If there’s anything he’s good at, it’s asking people out. Though the fact that he’s had a 100% success rate all his life probably helps with the confidence. You sigh a little and it brings him to reality, making him realize that you’re taking a little too much time thinking and too little time agreeing to go out with him. 

“Sorry,” You say finally, gaze so uninterested that it kind of reminds him of his. “I’m not interested.” 

And just like that, you walk away from him. Totally unfazed, too, like you didn’t just reject Choi fucking Yeonjun. It makes him furious. But for some unknown reason, it also makes him interested. And when Choi Yeonjun is interested in someone… Well, he’s not going to give up that easily. 

—

“What do you mean Choi Yeonjun asked you out?” One of your friends exclaims as you sit in the cafeteria, your hand quickly coming up to cover her mouth so that nobody hears what you’re talking about.

“Would you quiet down a little?” You hiss in her direction, removing your hand when she rolls her eyes. “I mean, he asked me out. When I was in the library. Just appeared out of nowhere, asking me if I have plans for the weekend.” 

“Oh my god, that’s amazing! What did you say?”

“No, obviously. Why would I wanna-”

“What do you mean you said no?!” There it is again – a high pitched squeak and a facial expression of someone who was just deeply offended. And knowing your friend, she probably is. “Are you fucking insane? Why wouldn’t you want to go out with the Choi Yeonjun? Literally every girl at this school would kill to get asked out by him.” 

“I wouldn’t,” You say, going back to your food. “He hooks up with every other girl he sees and smokes cigarettes. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“Sure, you don’t,” You hear your friend scoff in annoyance, but this time you choose to ignore her. It’s not like you could ever convince her to stop admiring the guy, so why waste your oxygen trying? Honestly, it’s all getting on your nerves – how everyone seems to adore him. Girls want to date him and boys want to be him. You’ve never quite understood why. 

Not that it matters – now that you’ve told him off there’s no way he wants anything to do with you. Right?

Wrong. 

You realize just how much you’re mistaken already the next day as you’re hurrying to class, four textbooks huddled in your arms as you push your way through the crowd. It's 9:21 and your class started six minutes earlier, leaving you with no choice but to pay no attention to your surroundings and focus on getting to the classroom. Which turns out to be a very bad idea the moment you run straight into something – no, someone – and drop all your books on the floor. Not to mention that it feels like you just broke your nose. 

“Ow,” You mutter under your breath, and you hear a low chuckle that makes you look up at the person you just ran into. And, holy shit, there's just no way someone can be this unlucky. 

“Where are you going in such a hurry, sweetheart?”

You furrow your brows at the one and only Choi Yeonjun, who's standing in front of you with his hands buried in his pockets and an annoyingly attractive smirk on his face as he eyes you up and down. Did he just call you sweetheart? You suppose he did. Not that you feel special or anything – he probably calls every girl that. 

Just like he probably picks up every girl's books when she drops them – which is what he's doing right now as you still try to recover from the shock of seeing him again after such a short time. You don't even get to protest as he kneels down, before picking them up and handing them to you with his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. It should be a repulsive sight, but it's actually ridiculously attractive on him. 

“To class? Where else would I be going?” And before he gets to reply, you're already pushing past him to leave the conversation. But after barely two steps you feel his hand on your shoulder, turning you around to look at him again. “What are you doing? I need to go.”

“Come on, it won't kill your teacher to wait another five minutes,” He tilts his head to the side, studying your face so intensely that you're afraid he'll see the way you're not as calm as you appear to be. “Don’t you wanna go outside and take a cigarette with me?”

“I don't smoke,” You say. “Especially not with people like you.”

For a moment, you're scared he'll get mad at you for saying that, because his smirk drops and his eyes grow darker – as if what you said hit him a little too hard. But it's most probably just your imagination playing tricks on you, because in the blink of an eye he's smirking again, this time with a hint of amusement in his gaze. 

“People like me? What's that supposed to mean?” 

Um, I don't know, fuckboys who change girlfriends every week and don't give a shit about other people's feelings, maybe? But you don't say that out loud. Instead you shake his hand off of your shoulder and ignore the feeling that something's missing when you no longer feel his touch. 

“I have to get to class.”

And just like that, you walk away from him for the second time. Only this time, he's not the only one with this strange encounter on his mind. 

—

You've only met him twice, and both times you spoke with him only briefly, but that doesn't change the fact that Choi Yeonjun is the one occupying your mind for the next couple of days. What's even worse is that you're not sure just why you're thinking about him – whether it's because you've had enough of him, or the total opposite. But since you're a rational person, you settle with the first one: that you're simply thinking about him because you don't want to see him ever again.

That is actually something you've managed to do for the last few days – you haven't even seen him in the hallway. Which is refreshing, because it means you're back to normal, being the class president who can focus on school and not some annoying troublemaker. You've purged all thoughts of Yeonjun that were left in your head by the time you're in the cafeteria, hungry as hell. Saying a quick goodbye to your friends, you head over to one of the vending machines in order to buy yourself an iced coffee – you deserve it after all the schoolwork you've done today, that's for sure. 

When you've chosen your drink, you press your card against the sensor and wait for it to withdraw the money, but after a few seconds a message saying 'card rejected' pops up on the screen. You sigh softly, trying again. 

“What the fuck?” You mumble to yourself as your card gets rejected by the paying machine once again. 

“You sure you have enough money on that card, kitten?” 

You jump slightly at the sound of a voice barely two centimeters from your ear. Your hand instinctively comes up in order to cover your mouth to muffle your gasp as you turn around only to be met with a pair of deep brown eyes, belonging to none other than Choi Yeonjun himself. He only laughs at your reaction, letting one of his hands rest on your shoulder as he leans over the vending machine with his card between his fingers. 

“What are you doing?” You finally ask as he hands you your card, pressing his against the machine instead. 

“What do you mean?” He fetches the drink from the vending machine and holds it out in front of you, urging you to take it. 

“I mean, what do you think you're doing?”

“I’m paying for your coffee, that's what I'm doing,” He says it like it's the normal thing to do, but you both know this isn't how he usually acts. And it freaks you out, knowing that he's acting nicer than usual. Because what the fuck does he want? “Now would you please take this from my hands? It's a little rude not to thank me when I'm being so generous, don't you think?”

So you grab the drink, eyeing him cautiously as he walks over to the nearest table before plumping down on one of the cheap chairs. He looks so out of place here, with his dark hair and silver rings adorning his long fingers that have already fetched his phone from his pocket. You don’t recall ever seeing him here, actually – you’ve heard from your fanatic friends that he always eats lunch at the cafe close by the school. You’re not sure why –  maybe because he feels too cool to eat in the school cafeteria or maybe he wants to avoid all the giggling girls that are looking at him with eyes full of adoration. Whatever the reason, he never eats here. 

And yet he’s sitting right there, scrolling through his phone with no apparent wish to get out of the cafeteria anytime soon.

“Are you just gonna stand there or what?”

“Huh?” His words bring you back to reality and you realize you’ve just been standing a meter away from the table with your coffee clutched in your hand this entire time. You hadn’t even noticed that he’d looked up from his phone, that annoying smirk plastered back onto his features as he speaks.

“Aren’t you gonna sit down?” Seeing your expression, he chuckles softly, and for some reason you don’t find his laugh that annoying – it's quite pretty actually. Has a nice ring to it. Not that you care what his laugh sounds like, of course. “What, you don’t drink coffee with people like me, either?”

You don’t respond, instead opting for sitting down by the table, across from him. You’re not sure what possessed you to do that – whether it was the embarrassment from earlier or the way that Yeonjun’s burning gaze is too much to handle while standing up – but you don’t miss the jealous stares from the nearby-seated girls, reminding you that there’s literally no reason for you to be talking with Choi Yeonjun right now. Or ever, for that matter. 

“Give me your number,” He says once you’ve taken a sip of your drink, making you almost choke on it.

With a bewildered expression, you look at him and the phone he’s shoving in your direction. The ‘create a new contact’ function is open and it’s obvious he wants you to write your number there. For a moment, you’re about to do it, the way that he said it with so much confidence somehow making you weak in the knees even when sitting down. Now you can understand how he can pull every girl he wants. But then you’re able to think clearly again, and you realize that phone probably contains the numbers of tens of girls whom he’d hooked up with. 

And you know for a fact that you’re not about to become the next checked-off item on his list.

“Why would I give you my number?” You say to him, pushing the phone away from you on the table.

He raises an eyebrow in amusement, smiling a little wider at your response and it makes you groan internally. Why must he be so hard to upset? “God, you’re really stubborn, huh?” 

It annoys you that his voice holds an amused tone, and it annoys you that he finds your attempts at rejecting him funny. Shouldn’t someone like him – someone who isn't used to being pushed away by anyone – be much easier to discourage? Why is he so fucking persistent? Why is he ignoring your uninviting demeanor, when he could be chasing after any other girl – a girl who’d have no problem falling to her knees for him in the span of two seconds. But you suppose it’s partly your own fault since you’re not making any particular effort at leaving the scene.

“You don’t know anything about me.” You hope your voice sounds as confident as it did in your head when you let those words leave your mouth.

“Well, I want to get to know you.”

“No, you don’t,” You scoff, letting your eyes meet his this time. “You want to get in my pants.”

“What’s the difference?”

Even though you kind of expected that kind of response from a well-known fuckboy, it still makes your mouth fall open. “Are you serious right now?”

“No.” His lips spread in a smile as he rests his chin on his hand, eyes glistening with amusement as he observes the change of your facial expressions. “But I bet you thought I was.”

He’s absolutely right and it makes you feel exposed in a way. Like you’ve been thinking there’s no personality to him, and now he’s proving you wrong. That’s what he’s acting like, anyway. Like him knowing the difference between getting to know someone and wanting to sleep with them makes him any less of an asshole. If anything, it’s the opposite – it means he deliberately chooses to play with people’s feelings, and since you know he’s good at it, the best choice would be to leave now, before his demeanor somehow grabs your attention and interest. 

“You don’t know very much about me either, do you, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitches a little as his hand accidentally brushes against yours when he puts it on the table, and you’re quick to pull it back to you and rest it in your lap instead. His eyes won’t leave you alone as he yet again pushes his phone towards you, further proving your theory that the man just won’t take a hint. “I’m throwing a party this Saturday. You should come. I’ll text you the address, so give me your number.” 

“Can’t you just tell me?” You cock an eyebrow at him. “Besides, what makes you think I wanna come to your party?”

“I think,” He leans a little forward, and you try to slow down your heart that’s started banging against your chest a little too loudly. “You like being around me a little more than you let on. And I think that you want to get to know me, too. So this is your chance. And if I can’t convince you to give me a chance by then, I’ll leave you alone. Okay?”

“So you need to be at a party to show me that you’re worth knowing?” You taunt, again a little disappointed when you see that all your words cause is a short laugh. “But fine, I’ll come.”

You’re not sure what got into you, but the moment you say that, you realize the thought of coming to his party is making you excited. And even though you know it’s foul, the vision of showing all those shallow girls that you’re the one he spent time hitting on, that you’re the one he put in effort for, is tempting. You don’t want to be another girl he throws away when he’s done with, but you also can’t help the way his perseverance is slowly, but surely pushing down the walls you’ve put up around yourself. 

“Perfect.” And it feels like a crime to have butterflies swarm in your stomach as he sends you a smile – one that feels so genuine that you almost forget he’s nothing but a player. Almost. 

—

It goes without saying that your friends were thrilled to hear that you, out of all people, are invited to Choi Yeonjun’s party, and their excitement went over the roof the moment you told them you’re bringing them along. Now, bringing your Choi Yeonjun-obsessed besties to his party might not be the brightest idea, but at this point it’s your only option, since there’s no way you’re going alone. 

Why? Partly because you’re straight up terrified of parties, but mostly because bringing your friends along is a good opportunity to discourage Yeonjun from further pursuing his determination to get in your pants. There’s no way a guy who only wants sex will care enough to put up with your crazy friends and your aversion to partying. At least you hope so. Lately, Yeonjun has been proving every assumption you’ve ever had about him wrong. 

Nevertheless, you’re sure he won’t prove this one wrong. Because he is still a fuckboy, after all, and fuckboys are only interested in one thing – getting their dicks wet. So when he doesn’t get that from you, he’ll leave your life and so will this strange sense of attraction you feel every time he speaks to you. 

“Are we at the right place?” You ask your friends as all three of you stand in front of the house that Yeonjun told you the party would be at.

“Are you stupid or what? Of course we are, don’t you see the people passed out on the lawn?”

Of course, you do. It’s not like you’re blind. Just nervous. Really fucking nervous. For a moment, you question whether you should just go back to your dorm and read a book like you normally would on a Saturday night, but unfortunately, you doubt you could’ve focused on the words knowing that somewhere out there, Yeonjun is waiting for you to show up at his door. Maybe even thinking of you, of getting to know you. No, Y/N, he doesn’t want to get to know you, you mentally scold yourself. He wants to fuck you. So get yourself out of this ditch before you fall in too deep.

“Right. I’ll knock then.” Your friend looks at you expectantly and you clear your throat before ringing the doorbell with shaky fingers. Fuck. What are you so stressed about?

Much to your poor heart’s dismay, the one opening the door for you is Choi Yeonjun himself. He’s looking even more annoyingly handsome than he usually does, with a silver chain around his neck and his shirt half unbuttoned, the sleeves of it rolled up to reveal his forearms. And god, is he a sight to see. It makes you understand the girls who swarm around him at all times. Especially when he leans on the doorway, licking his lips in a seemingly innocent manner that unintentionally makes your heart beat faster, before inviting you inside with his signature smirk planted to his face. 

“Y/N,” He says and the way your name rolls off of his tongue sends shivers down your spine. It’s the first time you’ve heard him say it, and it makes you grateful he’s never called you by your name at school because the subtle warmth laced in his voice is very distracting. “And friends, I suppose.”

Oh, right. Your friends. Who you brought here to annoy the guy whose voice you just internally drooled over. In your head, you thank Yeonjun for the reminder as to why you're really here – because it's surely not to shamelessly stare at his veiny hand that is wrapped around a plastic cup.

“Oh, yeah, these are my friends,” You say, pointing to the two girls that are practically drooling as they look at Yeonjun. But you suppose you're not allowed to judge them anymore, not after basically doing the same thing. To your defense, every girl would look if Choi Yeonjun stood in front of her like that. Or at least you hope that this isn’t a sign of you getting too attached.

“Wow, Yeonjun, you look much more handsome in real life than on instagram,” One of your friends gushes as he opens the door wider, allowing all three of you to enter the packed house. The moment you step inside, you’re hit with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat, as well as loud music that you can already sense is about to give you a headache. “You wouldn’t mind giving me your number, right?”

The moment those words leave her mouth, you’re whipping your head around to look at her half-surprised, half-mad. Why, you’re not sure, but the thought of her hitting on him makes something twist in your stomach unpleasantly. The death stare you send her doesn’t seem to have any impact, but Yeonjun’s words do as he drapes his arm over your shoulders before sending you – not your friend, you – a teeth-flashing grin. “Yeah, no, sorry, I’m kinda busy right now. Talk to you later, uh, whatever your name is.”

And just like that, he walks further into the crowd, pulling you with him, and you’re too shocked by the whole situation to even react, only managing to look back at your friends for a mere second. But, for some reason, their shocked faces don’t even make you feel that bad about walking away, partly because they pissed you off, but also because Yeonjun’s arm fits strangely perfectly around your shoulder, and his fingers grazing the exposed skin on your arm bother you way less than they should. Even the girls sending you ugly stares manage to be somehow drowned down by his light, but heart-stirring touch as he leads you to the kitchen, before finally letting you go. 

“If you brought me here to seduce me, don’t hold your breath,” You tell him as he walks over to the counter, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. “I didn’t come here for that.”

There's a small smirk on his face as he looks up at you. “Then what did you come for?” 

“You forced me to, remember? I came so that you'll finally accept your defeat and leave me alone.”

A chuckle leaves his lips as you watch him open the bottle, realizing that there's actually nobody except the two of you in the kitchen. The walls provide a good exclusion of the loud music, and there's some kind of peace to the atmosphere. It's the first time you're alone with Yeonjun in a room, but it doesn't stress you out at all – actually, it’s calming. 

“You know, that’s what I like about you,” He smiles, pouring the alcohol as if he didn’t just say something that makes your heart drop to your stomach for just a second. “That you always say what you mean. No matter what, you do what you want to do and say what you want to say. It takes a lot of courage to do that, you know.”

You scoff at his words, sitting down on the floor with your back pressed up against the counter. “Just how drunk are you? You’re talking nonsense. Everyone says what they wanna say and does what they wanna do.”

“Really?” He cocks an eyebrow, before sitting down next to you and handing you your drink. For just a short moment, your fingers graze his skin as you're taking the glass from his hands, and goosebumps spread across your whole body from the contact. But then he lets go, and the sensation disappears, leaving you feeling somewhat empty. “I don’t.”

You furrow your eyebrows, taking a sip of your drink and instantly frowning afterwards, the strong taste burning your throat. He laughs at your reaction – not in the cocky way, but warmly, like he genuinely finds you amusing, but his smile fades when you speak. “What are you talking about?” 

“I don't even know,” He sighs, lighting one of his cigarettes as he leans his head back and inhales the smoke, and it feels like an eternity before he speaks again. “Sometimes I just feel like I don't even know who I am anymore.”

He doesn't even expect you to react in any way. Why should you? He's been all but bothering you the last few days, doing absolutely nothing that would prove wrong your assumptions about what kind of a person he is. And yet he's telling you things – things he's never told anyone before, things he thought he'd never say. Part of him hopes you just won't say anything, that you'll leave and forget he ever brought this up, but at the same time, he wants you to listen, because it's his chance to prove to you that he's something more than just the facade he's been putting up around himself.

But you don't owe him that. You don't owe him anything, especially not listening to his problems. He doesn't owe you an explanation, either, though, so maybe he should be the one to stand up and leave the scene. Or maybe he does owe you an explanation, after all, for spending so much time with you even though everybody knows he doesn't like wasting his time. You're probably left wondering what the hell he wants with you, and frankly, so is he. 

He's almost set on leaving, but then he hears your voice laced with concern, and when he whips his head around to look you in the eyes, he sees it's paired with an expression of genuine interest in your features, and he knows that even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to leave now. 

“In what way?” You're asking him, tilting your head a little to the side. “I thought you would be the person to know exactly who you are and what you want.”

“Well, I did tell you you don't know much about me, didn't I?” He grins, but seeing your awaiting face, he stops. You're really serious about this, and it makes him question whether he should have said anything at all. “Besides, there's not much to say. I created the problem myself when I decided to become the kind of person people like you stay away from. It's not like I can blame people for seeing me as just an asshole if that's all there's ever been to me.”

“Is it, though?” You ask, eyeing him cautiously as he places the cigarette between his lips again. “Is that all there is to you?”

It takes him a while to respond, his mind stirring with thoughts as he wonders, what else is there to him? He's promised to show you that he's worth knowing, but now that he's to prove it, he has no idea what to say. That's a first. It's also a first that he doesn't feel like he's wasting his time getting to know a girl – actually, he can't get enough of the way you're observing him as if you really care. 

“No. I don't think it is.” He says finally. “Because there are still things I want to do. There are still pictures I'd like to take, songs I'd like to play and places I'd like to go. And there are people I'd like to know.”

“Like who?” Your question is genuine, he realizes, and it makes him laugh, because still, you somehow haven't put the pieces together. Class president, yet you can't seem to understand he's flirting with you. 

“You.” And it's no secret that he enjoys – a little too much, maybe – watching how your caring expression turns into one half-annoyed, half-flustered. He thinks you're adorable, scoffing to hide the way his words have an impact on you. Or at least he hopes they do. 

“Why are you telling me all this, out of all the people you could've chosen to say it to?”

“I don't know, honestly,” He sighs, throwing his cigarette away. “You’re the only one who’d care, I suppose.”

You can't help but giggle, probably influenced by the alcohol. “The only person who'd care is the one who told you to fuck off the first time you met her?”

“Yeah, I know, it's fucking ironic.” He laughs, too. 

And for some unidentified reason, you realize you wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else at this moment, than here, in the kitchen at a party, next to the biggest fuckboy of them all, Choi Yeonjun. If anyone had told you three weeks earlier that you'd grow to enjoy talking to a guy like him, you wouldn't have believed them, but it's true that the smile plastered onto your face is genuine. And silently, you hope Yeonjun’s is, too. It's a stupid thing to hope for, you know that. Especially since he’s known for breaking hearts. But pretending to not give a fuck would be just as stupid at this point. 

Suddenly, interrupting this peaceful moment, a load of drunk teenagers barge into the kitchen, each one shouting louder than the other. You frown as the loud music from the other room hits your ears, and curse them silently for ruining what was a very enjoyable interaction. 

You're just about to stand up and leave as you feel the warmth of Yeonjun’s hand as he laces his fingers through yours like it's the easiest thing in the world, before leaning to the side to whisper in your ear. His lips just barely craze the shell of your ear, and you feel a little lightheaded, though you're not sure whether that's from the alcohol or being able to feel his breath tickling your skin as he speaks.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

And there it is. The words that bring you to reality, that remind you that Choi Yeonjun is, after all, your school's well-known fuckboy who just wants you in his bed. And though you already knew that, it hurts a little stronger because for a moment you felt like there was something more to him than that. 

“And go to your bedroom? No, thank you,” You’re quick to pull away from him, but your hands remain interlaced because his grip is too tight to escape instantly. His brows furrow at your words, but he lets go of your hand when he sees you struggling to get out of his grip. 

“You should chill out a little, kitten,” His mildly annoyed tone catches you off guard – you’ve never thrown him off before. Is this the moment he stops talking to you entirely because you didn’t let him get what he wants? “I actually wanted to take you home. It’s getting late and you don’t look like you’re enjoying the party.”

Oh. Oh. He wants to take you home. Choi Yeonjun wants to take you home. Now you most definitely feel like an idiot. You’re so shocked – and humiliated – that you can’t even say anything, so instead, you just follow him through the crowd as turns around to leave, heading towards the exit. Sensing he’s somewhat upset, you stay quiet, but you truly regret not holding his hand as you push through all the dancing people. You shouldn’t be thinking like that, you’re aware, but it bothers you that you judged him like that. Even though he deserves to be judged, he’s a player. And an asshole. And you don’t even want to get to know him. You don’t care what he thinks of you. Right?

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” 

Wrong. You do care. You hope he doesn’t hear it in your voice, but it’s pretty much obvious from the way all arrogance is wiped from your face and you’re looking up at him with expectant eyes as he pushes one of the curtains away to look out the window. For the brief moment that his gaze isn’t on you, you allow yourself to admire him – his hand that brings his drink to his lips, his dark eyes in which you can see the luminescence radiating off of the moon from outside. And you realize you don’t want to part from him just yet. 

“No,” He says finally, letting go of the curtain and looking you straight in the eyes. This time, his gaze has softened and although you’re not sure exactly how you acquired this information, you know he’s sincere. “I’ll walk you home, it's dark outside already.” 

He’ll walk you home? Part of you is curious as to why – you’ve heard from your friend that he’s always the last one to leave parties, especially those he throws himself. But another part of you, a bigger part, is feeling euphoric about spending more time with him, so you don’t really question him. You’ve done enough of that for one day. Waiting for Yeonjun to put on his jacket, you open the door, only to be met with a gush of cold wind and the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement outside. It’s fucking pouring. 

“Fuck,” You mutter under your breath, catching Yeonjun’s attention.

“Wow, miss class president, you should watch your language. You’re setting a bad example.”

“Yeah, whatever,” You say with a smile. “It’s raining.”

You watch as he opens a closet, searching for something for a few seconds before he reaches you an umbrella. Opening it, you realize it’s decently big and will work great in stopping you from getting wet. But as Yeonjun closes the closet without taking out a second umbrella, you raise your brow at him questioningly. “What about you?”

“There’s only one. And you'd think a rich family like Taehyun’s would have more umbrellas.” 

You hand him the umbrella as he walks over to you, figuring that it’ll work better if he’s the one to hold it since he’s taller. He doesn’t even care enough to bid his goodbyes, which surprises you a little – it’s his party after all –  but after all you’ve witnessed today you conclude that you do, in fact, not know much about Choi Yeonjun, so there’s no point in assuming anything. Besides, a small part of you is hoping that he forgot to say goodbye because he was too caught up in you. Minimal chance that it applies, but still. Let a girl dream, right? 

The two of you walk outside together, his arm bumping into yours as both of you try to fit under the umbrella. The weather is truly horrible, but luckily – or not, you’re not sure – the way home isn’t very long. You shiver a little as the cold breeze reaches your skin, regretting that you didn’t bring a warmer jacket. Oh well, it could've been worse. You could’ve been stuck in this weather alone, with no umbrella at all. 

“Are you cold?” 

“What?” You look at him, a little confused.

“You’re shivering,” He points out, handing you the umbrella and sliding his jacket off of his shoulders before you can protest. “Here, take this. I’m hot anyway.” 

You take the jacket from his hands, and he waits with the umbrella directly over your head as you put it on. Starting to walk again, you can't help but inhale the smell that hits your nose when you bury your face in the fabric. It smells mostly like Yeonjun’s cologne – the expensive one that you felt for the first time when he picked up your books for you in the hallway, but underneath that there's also a scent that can't be anything but him. Is this what his skin smells like? If so, you're not sure you ever want to give this jacket back to him.  

“Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” He shrugs, but you partly hope it isn't actually nothing to him. Because it's definitely something to you. 

You both stay silent for a while, and it's a little weird seeing him so quiet, but you savor the moment nevertheless. At this point, it's evident that your original plan has failed – because if there's anything you haven't done tonight, it's getting rid of the connection that seems to be forming between you and Yeonjun. Truly, though, you can't bring yourself to think about that now. Rather, you turn your head to him and for a split second, you're taken aback by how close your face is to his when he turns to look at you, too. 

It takes a couple seconds for you to realize that he only turned to look at you because he felt your gaze on him, not because he can read your thoughts or anything. 

“By the way,” You say to him. “You said something about Taehyun’s family being rich, yet not having enough umbrellas. But I thought we were at your house.”

“My house?” He laughs a little, as if the idea throws him off. “Nah, I don't really invite people over there. It's messy and small, and Taehyun’s house works much better.”

“You’d think fuckboys would have plenty of people to invite over.”

“Never said I don't have anyone to invite over. It's just that most people I know aren't worth inviting over.”

“Oh,” You say. What's that supposed to mean? Does he mean that you, too, aren't worth inviting over or what? You almost regret that he's proven not to be the person you'd expected him to be, because if he fit into that little bison you had of him, it would've been much easier to read him. “Well, someone you know must be worth inviting over, right?”

You hope to god that he doesn't hear the longing in your voice, but from the way the corners of his lips lift up in a smirk and he places his hand on your shoulder to stop you from walking any further, you can tell your prayers haven't been heard. Not even giving you a chance to defend yourself, he's turning his body towards you, pulling you closer by your shoulder. When he leans down, his face is so close to yours that you fear he can hear your heart that is on its way to beat out of your chest. 

“Well, I suppose someone is.” He purrs, bringing one of his hands to pick up the strand of hair that's stuck itself on your skin and tuck it behind your ear. “You know that if you want to spend time with me, you can just ask, right, kitten?”

If his goal is to make you have a heart attack, then he's on the right track for sure, because you're feeling extremely dizzy now that his eyes are focused solely on you and his hand is resting against the skin on your neck. You wonder how he's able to keep his cool – this is probably nothing new for him, but still, it's like you're breathing the same air. That must surely have some kind of impact on him, right? But even if it does, he doesn't show it, because the smirk on his face doesn't fade – if anything, it grows wider at your flustered state.

“That’s not what I-”

“It’s time for us to move past the lying stage, don't you think?” He runs one of his fingers over the skin right below your jaw, and it takes every bit of willpower inside of you not to lean into his touch. “It’s getting a little old.”

One of his rings comes in contact with your flesh and it makes you shiver – something you could've probably covered up by saying it's from the cold, but something tells you that there's no point in lying to him. Part of you wants to break the tension and pretend like nothing happened at all, but you're way too caught up in him to look away. Your eyes move from his eyes to his mouth and back again, and you wonder if his lips have always looked this kissable. 

For a split second, you think he's thinking the same thing; with the way he's licking his lower lip, inching a little closer to you it seems like he's about to break the distance between you. And in that moment, you realize that you'd let him. If he were to kiss you right now, you wouldn't even have thought of pushing him away. Actually, you realize, you really want him to kiss you right now. You really, really do. But then his phone starts vibrating in his pocket, and slowly, but surely, the breathtaking moment is coming to an end as he stands up straight again, his eyes now glistening with annoyance rather than desire.

“Shit, it's Soobin,” He mutters, removing his hand from where it was resting against your skin, leaving you feeling somewhat empty. “I need to pick up.”

He doesn't walk away since it's still raining like crazy, but he turns a little away from you as he talks to his friend. You could've probably listened in on their conversation, but you're not very interested in it, and honestly, what occupies your mind more is the occurrence that took place just a moment ago. What the fuck just happened? Was Choi fucking Yeonjun just about to kiss you, or was it just your imagination playing tricks on you? Either way, you're both frustrated and relieved that this situation came to an end. 

You're drunk. You can't think straight. That's why you let him tuck your hair behind your ear and look at you as if you were the only girl in the world. That's why your heart fluttered when he smiled down at you – that goddamn smile that makes everyone weak in the knees. But if that's the only reason, then why is your heart still beating quickly even though he's not touching you? And why do you feel more sober than you've felt your whole life? 

“Hey, miss president,” He says, catching your attention. You look up at him, and you're surprised to see his classic smirk missing from his features, replaced by a frown. “I need to go back to the party. Soobin says they're planning to jump on the glass table or some shit, and trust me, Taehyun will kill me if something happens to his parents' furniture.”

“Oh,” You say. “Alright then, I’ll just take the bus, since the station is right here.”

You're lucky, that's for sure, because the bus station is merely twenty meters or so away from where you and Yeonjun are standing. You'll still have to walk in the rain for a while to get home after taking the bus, but you don't mention that, since Yeonjun looks annoyed enough as it is. As to why that is, you’re not sure, but you partially hope that it's because he's reluctant to leave you. Because you’re personally very hesitant to say goodbye. 

“Yeah, do that,” He says. “And text me when you get home, just so I know if I have to find myself a new girl to annoy. And make sure I won’t have to, because finding girls worth inviting over is very difficult these days.”

And before you can even respond or fully register what he just said, he winks at you and starts walking away, leaving you alone to sort out the chaos in your head. First of all, Choi Yeonjun just asked you to text him when you get home. Which means, that to some extent, he must genuinely care for you. Secondly, he indirectly said you’re worth inviting over. Even though he doesn’t normally invite anyone over to his house. Which might – just might – mean that you’re more special to him than those other girls. And thirdly, he just winked and left. Without his umbrella or jacket. 

“Yeonjun, wait!” You shout before you’re able to stop yourself. Fortunately for you, he’s close enough to catch your voice and he turns back, walking over to you again. His black hair is completely wet now, and so is his white shirt that has now become useless because it’s sticking to his skin, outlining his abs and biceps very well. Too well, actually, because you catch your eyes flicking down to stare at them even as you talk to him. “What about the umbrella?”

A smile spreads itself on his face and you’re this close to having your knees buckle at how gorgeous he looks in that moment. You'd never tell him that – it’d only heighten his already inflated ego, but you’d be an idiot not to admit it to yourself, at least. Your mind can barely register what he says when he answers your question. “Keep it. I’ll just run.”

“But-”

“Just keep it, I said. Or you might catch a cold,” Goosebumps spread themselves across your skin like fire, and you know it’s not from the wind. The way he’s looking at you doesn't help either, with his warm eyes staring into yours so fondly, that if you didn't know any better you’d say he was infatuated. “Besides, I’m sure you'd like to have something that reminds you of me in your room, right, sweetheart?”

“As if,” You say, but your voice sounds too weak to convince him that you actually mean it. “Go, then. Before they completely wreck the house.”

“Bye, Y/N, I had fun today,” He says, a little bit louder than normal so you’ll hear him over the rain, and you can see a hint of something you wouldn’t consider anything but pure bliss in his eyes. “Oh, and keep the jacket, too. It looks much better on you, anyway.”

With those words, he walks away quickly and you stand looking after him until he’s completely out of your sight. Only when you’re entirely certain you can’t catch a glimpse of his white shirt somewhere in the distance do you start moving towards the bus station, thinking to yourself that this night did not go as planned. Not at all. But it doesn’t really matter, because for the first time in a long time you feel like you don't want to spend the next day alone.

That maybe, just maybe, you want to spend it with Choi Yeonjun. 

—

You've heard multiple times that rumors spread faster than wildfire at your school, but you've never really paid it any thought – you were never involved in said rumors, anyway. Until now, it seems like, because the moment you enter the school on Monday morning, everyone's eyes are on you. Most of them don't even try to hide that their conversations are about you, some even point their fingers in your direction as you enter the hallway.

At first, you're all but confused. Do you look weird or something? Why have they all taken a sudden interest in you? But then, as you walk by a group of frowning girls, you overhear the words ‘Yeonjun’ and ‘his new girl’, and immediately, you know what this is all about. Hanging out with the school’s most popular boy has some downsides as well, and this is one of them. Everyone knows, after yesterday's party, probably, that you're the girl who piqued Choi Yeonjun’s interest, and since you so sensibly chose to wear the jacket he borrowed you to school today, you've gotten rid of everyone's doubts. 

But it's fine – the girls at your school have a talent for finding new things to gossip about very fast, so you don't doubt that by the time you're back from chemistry class, they'll be over it. 

Class goes smoothly as always, you take some notes and pay no attention to the few girls that whisper to each other about you, because you're sure that rumor will die down soon. Besides, it's hard to feel uneasy when the first thing you see as you take out your phone is a text message from none other than Choi Yeonjun, reading ‘hey miss class president, when do ur classes end? i’ll come meet u’. 

You smile involuntarily upon thinking about meeting him and you're quick to write back: ‘at 2pm. don't be late.’ A mere second later comes a reply reading ‘wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart’ and in response, you only grin to yourself, heart already beating in excitement. The second the bell rings, you're out the door, fixing your hair hastily as you look into the camera of your phone. It's not like you want him to notice the efforts you're putting in to look good, because he'd probably figure out it's all for him way too quickly, but you can't help feeling a little nervous about meeting him. Though you shouldn't, because who is he to make you feel this way? 

With your thoughts occupied by Yeonjun, you don't even realize you've run into someone before you feel yourself stumbling backwards, your bag almost falling off of your shoulder.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,” You say quickly, eyes scanning the face of the girl you just bumped into for any signs of bruises. Thankfully, there is none, and after bowing your head a little, you’re about to leave again. Yet, for some reason, the girl steps to the side to block your way and you see that her and her friends are glaring at you threateningly. Wow, are they this upset that you ran into them?

“Look, I’m sorry for bumping into you, but I’m kind of in a hurry, so-”

“Who exactly do you think you are?” You’re caught off guard when the girl speaks, her tone laced with venom as she crosses her arms over her chest. What the fuck? You can't recall ever seeing any of these girls before, so why are they suddenly acting like you stole their boyfriends or something? 

“Excuse me?” 

“I said, who the fuck do you think you are?” She repeats, just as venomously, rolling her eyes in the process. God, this girl is really getting on your nerves – especially since Yeonjun is most likely going to arrive by the cafeteria in a minute or two. She really couldn't have picked a worse moment to torment you. “Like, seriously, who are you to spend so much time with Yeonjun? What makes you so fucking special, that he decided to just beg for your attention, even though he never does that?” 

Oh, so that’s what this is about. Of course. They’re asking you questions you don’t even know the answer to yourself. Why does he keep acting so interested and genuinely curious about you? It’s a thought that has been tormenting your thoughts ever since he picked up those books for you in the hallway. 

And after the party on Saturday, when he was walking you home, he was so sweet and alluring, you’d managed to convince yourself that he did actually care for you. Because otherwise, how would you explain him borrowing you his umbrella, even if it meant him having to walk back in the rain? And why would he tell you to text him when you got home if he didn’t care? And, most importantly, why would he tuck your hair behind your ear and look at you as if you gave meaning to his life and lean in to kiss you as the rest of the world dissolved behind the rain? 

He couldn’t have done all that without meaning any of it. You know that. Just like you know those girls think otherwise only because they don’t know him. And they never will, either. Because he wants to know you, not them. Something about that fills you up to the brim with joy. And even though part of you still wants to play it safe and keep your undeniable feelings towards him hidden away, it feels so much better to just let them bloom inside of you and wait for what will become of them. 

“Are you deaf or what? Why does Yeonjun hang out with you all the time?” 

“I don’t know, maybe because he likes it,” You retort, feeling your blood start to boil as the girls roll their eyes for the nth time. “And I know this kind of exceeds the amount of information your brain is able to process, but it’s dumb to refuse to believe that he’s found someone he enjoys being around just because he never cared enough to tell you himself.” 

A few seconds pass and all you can see in her face is pure shock which slowly, but surely transitions into rage. Before you can even react, the girl has taken a step forward and pushed you with probably all her force, because it makes you stumble over your own feet and lose your balance. A hiss leaves your mouth as your bare knee comes in contact with the pavement, scraping your skin. “You should watch what you say, bitch.” 

You’re just about to respond when you hear a familiar voice from somewhere behind the girl and it makes you groan in frustration that he had to arrive at a moment like this. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” 

Yeonjun looks as handsome as ever, his hands buried in his pockets and a chain hanging from his neck as he stands a few meters away from the scene, his eyes scanning the area before they finally land on you. You’re not certain, since he’s far away, but you think you can see his gaze soften a little when you meet his stare. It’s only for a moment, though, because next thing you know, he’s looking angrier than you’ve ever seen him before, his jaw clenching as he pushes past the girls and kneels in front of you. 

“What happened?” He asks through gritted teeth, his touch soft as he examines your scraped knee.

“It’s nothing,” You mumble, keeping your gaze fixated on the ground. You're both embarrassed and scared to be caught in a situation like this. It's mostly because you're afraid that Yeonjun will stop spending time with you when he realizes what problems it causes, but also because he looks ready to punch someone and you don't want him to get into trouble because of you. Though he doesn't seem to care about that as he keeps pushing.

“I didn't ask you if it was something, I asked you what the fuck happened,” His voice is serious – more serious than you've ever heard him. “Just answer my question.”

“It’s not that important, okay? Let's just go.”

“But-”

“Let’s just go, Yeonjun, please,” You plead, finally meeting his gaze and watching the anger in his eyes slowly melt as you tug on his sleeve as if to keep him away from the girls behind him. All three of them are eyeing you, faces scrunched up in both shock and irritation. Yeonjun is paying them no attention right now, though, rather looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read. 

For a moment, he just stays like that, staring at you for so long you start wondering if he’s studying your bone structure. But then he sighs deeply, closing his eyes for a second before draping his arm over your shoulders and helping you stand up, the warmth of his body against your side bringing a small smile to your face. 

“You can walk, right?” He asks and when you nod he continues. “Let’s go to the infirmary, then.”

“It’s just a scratch, though.”

“So?” He leads you towards the school building, leaving the girls behind. “I already told you it’s hard to find pretty girls to annoy these days, so I’d rather be safe that you won’t die from this.”

You roll your eyes at his antics, but inside you can feel your heart speeding up dangerously as some kind of heavenly warmth spreads across your whole body. You might be a fool for feeling so captivated right now, but hearing him call you pretty most certainly made your blood pressure rise. It’s not like you didn’t know he finds you attractive – it’s the reason he approached you at first, after all. But it’s different somehow, hearing him say it so openly, like he’s totally unashamed of feeling that way. 

It all almost makes you want to tell him that he absolutely does not annoy you in the slightest, and that if he’d ever stop giving you his attention you might just die from emotional misery. And while it is embarrassing to admit, you can’t deny you’ve grown attached to the type of affection he showers you with – the smiles he sends you, the jokes he tells, and the small, featherlight touches that he leaves on your skin like an everlasting mark. 

“The infirmary’s this way, right?” You're torn away from your thoughts as you hear Yeonjun’s voice right above your ear.

“You don’t know where the infirmary is?” You ask him, smile tugging at your lips as you try to hold back the laugh that threatens to spill out of your mouth. He acts so tough, yet he doesn't even know where the school nurse resides. You're unable to keep your giggles inside when you see his annoyed expression, eyes glaring at you from above. 

“Well, I haven’t had to deal with girls unable to take care of themselves before, have I?”

“Alright, then, if it’s so much trouble, I’ll just walk home and put on a bandaid myself,” You scoff at him, trying to wriggle out of his grip. That turns out to be a challenge, though, so it's your turn to glare at him. 

“Cut it out,” He sighs, pulling you along as he starts walking through the hallway again. “I never said it was too much trouble, so stop acting childish.”

You smile a little to yourself as he pulls you closer to him, the scent of his perfume filling your senses as the two of you arrive at the infirmary. Unfortunately, Yeonjun lets go of you to open the door and you feel a little disappointed now that his skin isn't touching hours. Yet you walk inside nevertheless, looking around for any sign of the nurse. You can hear the door close from behind you and you turn around, letting Yeonjun know that there's nobody here.

“She’s probably on break,” You add.

You can see him roll his eyes as he walks over to the nurse’s desk, opening up the drawers in search of something – a bandaid, probably. You want to tell him that he shouldn't be doing that since the nurse isn't here, but seeing that he's already a little upset, you decide not to. Besides, he is Choi Yeonjun. He's done worse things than break into the nurse’s office to find a bandaid for a girl. A girl you're starting to wonder if he likes a bit more than he lets on.

“Sit on the desk,” Yeonjun says, making you furrow your brows in confusion. “I need to put on the bandaid, so sit on the desk.”

“Oh, okay,” You do what he says, letting your legs dangle off of the table as you sit on it, doing your best not to spread your thighs too much since you're wearing a skirt. 

You can see how Yeonjun’s eyes follow your movements, and before you can even protest, he's taking off his hoodie and draping it over your legs, so that only your knee and the skin under it is exposed. Muttering a small ‘thank you’, you subtly let your eyes rest on his frame as he kneels in front of you, pouring some rubbing alcohol onto a damp cloth. He's done this before, probably, with how many times you've heard that his friends get into fights for fun.

“I can do it myself, you know,” You tell him when he brings the cloth to your knee, carefully brushing it over your scratch. 

“I know.” 

But he doesn't move away, nor does he meet your eyes as they look down on him – seemingly neutral, hopefully hiding the way your heart flutters at his words. Stupid heart, you think to yourself, reacting like that even though he didn't do anything much. Though that changes the moment his fingers come in contact with the flesh on your thigh as he places the bandaid on your scraped knee, brushing over it with his hand to secure it in place and at the same time, making sure that your heart gets no rest. His touch feels strangely comforting, even though he's just barely grazing your skin with the tip of his fingers. The warmth that spreads through your body at his actions disappears way too quickly when he finishes putting on the bandaid, pulling away and looking up, finally meeting your gaze.

But he definitely chose the worst moment to do so, because the look in your eyes evidently gives up what you were thinking about just a mere second ago. Who you were thinking about, that is. A moment passes by and you can't read his expression, but then a smile tugs at his lips and he gazes at you in a way that has you feeling lightheaded, head spinning in the best way possible. 

But that is nothing compared to the way you feel when he stands up, moving his face so close to yours that you're breathing the same air and bringing his hands up to caress your cheeks. His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips, and then back again, but you can't seem to gather your thoughts enough to even focus on one part of him, eyes taking in every bit of his beauty that they can gather. Your breathing is erratic and your face is burning up under his touch, heart banging against your chest and palms getting sweaty. You're warm, burning up almost, yet he manages to spread goosebumps all over your skin by just running his thumb over your lower lip, looking down on you like he's waiting for your permission. 

And though it's almost embarrassing just how quick you're willing to give it to him, you don't really care at that moment. All you can think about is him – his eyes, nose, and lips that you want to kiss. So you move closer, even if by just an inch, and you know he understands what you mean by it. And you're impatiently waiting for him to do something, so infatuated with him that you can't even think straight.

It's worth the wait, though, because as he leans in to connect his lips to yours, you feel happier than you've ever felt in your entire life. 

It's perfect, the kiss – slow, soft and delicate, the movements of his lips gentle, like he doesn't want to scare you away. And he's perfect, too, with his fingers touching the skin off your cheeks, caressing it like it’s his dearest possession. Your tongues melt together in a perfect combination of bliss and desire, the whole world drowned out by the taste of his lips. He's the only thing you can feel in that moment – you’re breathing his perfume, getting completely lost in the sensation of his hand dropping down to your thigh, grazing it ever so slightly and making you gasp quietly into the kiss. 

He’s never touched you like this before – with so much tenderness in his caress – and you love it. You love how all of his attention is on you, and how he’s taking his time, kissing you like it’s the last time. But you hope to God it’s not, because you’re not sure if you could’ve ever moved on with your usual life after feeling his lips on yours, taking every worry and doubt off of your mind. 

Your noses bump into each other, breaking the kiss and it’s an empty feeling that fills you as he pulls away. But your misery is put to an end as you open your eyes and find him still there, only an inch or so away from you with a smile on his face. And it’s a real smile, a genuine one. Not a smirk or pitiful look. It’s just pure elation radiating off of him and it makes your heart swell in your chest.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

The words roll off of his tongue so easily that you would've thought that he'd just asked you for help on his homework; not confessed his feelings for you. Which, by the way, makes your heart stop by itself because one thing is being kissed by Choi Yeonjun – being told that he fancies you is another. 

“What?”

“I think I'm in love with you,” He repeats, tone dead serious and the smirk you've grown to see on him nowhere to be found. You’re pretty sure your heart has stopped beating by now, mouth hanging open as you attempt to process what’s happening.“I smile when you're happy, I miss you when you're gone, I hate it when you're sad. And, most importantly, you make me want to become a better person. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.”

Saying that you’re left speechless would be an understatement. His words quite literally make your stomach do flips, your heart basically beating inside your throat. Part of you had dreamed of this, hoped that he actually cares about you, but it's hard to wrap your head around the fact that he's not kidding. That – for the first time in his life, probably – he’s serious. And that he's awaiting an answer. 

“You’re not gonna say anything?”

“Well, I’m sorry if I’m a little quiet after the school’s handsome fuckboy just told me he loves me, but it’s kind of shocking news,” You say sharply, furrowing your eyebrows when you see the smirk you know all too well spread itself across Yeonjun’s lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

His smile only widens as he leans down to place his face mere centimeters away from yours. For a moment, you think he's going to kiss you again, and you're about to close your eyes, but your plans are cut short when he starts speaking instead. 

“So you think I’m handsome?” 

You roll your eyes, half-disappointed and half-relieved that he didn't kiss you, because you're not sure whether you wouldn't have died of a heart attack if he did. “I think you’re annoying as fuck.”

“And you know what I think?” He leans forwards again, this time resting his lips against the shell of your ear and causing your breath to hitch as he speaks. “I think I’m making you nervous, sweetheart.”

You don't get to say anything – though you're not certain you would be able to, either – before his lips move to your jaw and he presses a soft kiss to the skin right below your ear. It makes goosebumps spread across your whole body and it doesn't exactly help that when he pulls away, he sends you the most knee-buckling smile paired with an outstretched hand to help you get off of the table. With slightly shaky hands, you reach for him, trying your best not to faint when he interlocks his fingers through yours. None of you bother to clean up the nurse’s office, walking through the school halls again, this time heading out. 

“So,” Yeonjun says eventually, swaying your interlaced hands a little and by that, making butterflies swarm in your stomach. The grip he has on you is really annoying sometimes. “Will I get an answer? Do you feel the same way or do you not date people like me?”

You stop in your tracks, sighing softly as you turn to face, deciding that you can't hide from the question forever. Your gaze rests on your hands for a second as you gather your thoughts, before you actually look into his eyes, hoping that he can't see how anxious you are. 

“I do. Feel the same way, I mean.” You take a deep breath before uttering the words that you wish you’d said sooner, because they'd been a lingering weight on your shoulders the past few days. “I think I’m in love with you, too, Yeonjun.”

“Good,” He smiles, letting go of your hand to bring his fingers to your cheek instead. “Because you have no idea just how long I've waited to do this.”

And just like that, his lips are on yours, hands caressing your cheeks so softly that it's a big contrast to the way he's kissing you eagerly. You're quick to reciprocate the actions, letting your mouths move in a steady rhythm as you slowly, but surely forget your surroundings, nothing but Yeonjun on your mind. He knows exactly what to do to make you crave more, with his hands just barely grazing your skin, leaving goosebumps on it. But when it comes to the kiss, he can't seem to hold back either, already pushing you against the wall in the hallway after only a few seconds. 

You wince a little at the cold stone against your back, and instantly, he's pulling away to look at you worriedly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You reply, not bothering to explain what happened, because your lips are already aching to kiss him. So you put your hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer, capturing his lips in a messier, needier, but just as euphoric kiss. 

Yeonjun most certainly enjoys this new side of you, smiling into the kiss as his hand comes down to touch your thigh, making you gasp. Naturally, he takes this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, and pretty quickly you're met with the taste of cigarettes and something more subtle – the taste of him. It's addicting, all of it. His taste, his touch, his smell. And he knows perfectly well how lightheaded he's making you feel when his fingers move higher up your thigh, touching the hem of your skirt now. 

“Can I?” He pulls away to ask, motioning towards his hand that is on its way to slip under your skirt. 

You waste no time in letting him know just how much you want him, pressing your lips to his instead of responding and guiding his hand further up your thigh, until it rests against your already damp panties. He smiles into the kiss again, running his knuckles over your clothed core, satisfied as you audibly moan into his mouth. Words can't explain how many emotions that are stirring up in your mind at this moment, but uncertainty most definitely isn't one of them. So much is evident in the way you're grabbing onto his hair, whining when his fingers run over the thin, and almost completely soaked through, fabric of your panties. 

This is so new to you, but so amazing, too. It feels like heaven to have him touching you like this, to have him looking at you so lovingly, and yet so passionately. 

You can't stop the small noises from leaving your mouth when Yeonjun’s fingers start drawing small circles on your clothed pussy, your panties rubbing against your heat and creating a pleasant friction. He's not kissing you now, having pulled away to look at your features and listen to all the sounds that you make at the smallest touches. Even as he pulls his hand away, you whine for him, bucking your hips a little so as to not lose the sensation. 

“You’re so cute,” He coos, fingers tilting your chin upwards the moment you try to look away from him, embarrassed. “This little is enough to get you so needy.”

Before you get to say anything, his lips travel to your jaw and then your neck, spilling kisses across your skin. You gasp when he sucks on the flesh, hard enough to leave a mark, before his mouth moves upwards again, resting against the shell of your ear. 

“Let’s go somewhere else, though, okay, princess?” He whispers into your ear. “This isn't exactly the ideal place to… you know.”

And just like that, his touch is gone and you're allowed to calm down a little, though the heat between your legs doesn't disappear so easily. You fix your skirt a little, a little embarrassed after turning into a whining mess for him so quickly, but he doesn't seem to mind – a bright smile on his face, so you only smile back at him and grab his outstretched hand. 

“I thought you didn't have a problem fucking girls on campus, though?” You inquire as he leads you through the hall, his hand warm in yours. 

“No, but I do have a problem with not taking the girl I love to my house before fucking her brains out.”

These words both cause your heart to swell and your pussy to throb painfully from between your thighs. Now you’re definitely convinced that Yeonjun’s goal in life is to make your blood pressure rise to dangerous levels. How can he say he loves you and that he wants to fuck you in the same sentence? You might have already kissed him and had his hand between your legs, but that doesn’t change the fact that your knees threaten to give in when he winks at you and continues walking like nothing even happened.

“Wow, you're really good at this boyfriend stuff for being a fuckboy,” You tell him when you’re sure your voice won’t quiver, and you’re surprised to find an even wider grin on his face when you turn to look at him. 

“Oh, so I'm your boyfriend?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you scoff in response, rolling your eyes to assure that he doesn’t notice how your heart skips a beat. 

“Shut up,” You say, but there’s no annoyance in your voice. “Yes, you're my boyfriend, happy now?”

“Yes,” You feel your whole face heat up when he presses a kiss to your cheek before the two of you finally reach his car, and he opens the door for you. “Very happy.”

—

After a few kisses and a drive that lasted only a few minutes, but felt like an eternity because of the throb between your legs and Yeonjun’s warm hand that rested on your thigh the entire time, the two of you finally arrive in front of the block in which you assume Yeonjun, your boyfriend, lives. God, it feels so weird to call him that. And to think he was a complete stranger to you less than a month ago. Now, though, you're wishing he'll never let go of your hand and your cunt is throbbing with excitement as he leads you up the stairs to his apartment. 

You’ve barely made it through the doorway before Yeonjun’s slamming the door shut and pushing you against it, just like he did in the school hall earlier. Only this time, he's not holding back – his hands slipping under your shirt with ease, finding your tits and his mouth attaching itself to your neck. You let a few sounds escape your mouth when he runs his tongue over your skin, before sucking on it harshly. You're about to comment on his actions, say that he must really be into marking, but the words get lost in your throat when he rolls his hips into yours. 

“Oh,” You're both fully clothed, but that doesn't make the tent in his pants any less obvious as it rests against your thigh. 

Yeonjun’s expression turns into a frown immediately, and he’s quick to pull away and look at you in concern. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

“What? No,” You shake your head a little too eagerly, though you suppose your irrational actions could be excused due to the intensity of the situation. You are about to get railed by the one and only Choi Yeonjun, after all. “No, I'm just worried, you know, like, it won't fit.”

The worry in his eyes dissolves at your words, replaced with a hint of amusement and cocky grin that makes your knees grow weak. You wonder whether you just should've kept your mouth shut, because what you said seems to have inflated his ego even more. Still, you don't exactly get to ponder that for long because before you know it, his hand is caressing your cheek, thumb swiping over your lower lip and you're already feeling dizzy. That dizziness all but intensifies when he leans down to let his mouth hover over your ear, barely grazing it as he speaks.

“I’ll make it fit, then.”

And just like that – as if he didn’t just knock the air out of your lungs – he grabs your hand and leads you further into his house.

As you walk inside, you're met with a simple interior – a living room connected to the kitchen and two doors, one probably leading to the bathroom, while the other to his bedroom. What surprises you the most is the clean state of the apartment. You would've mistaken it for something he'd rented out for one night if it weren't for the unwashed dishes and a pair of boxers lying on the floor by the couch. His bedroom isn't very different – a few shirts are scattered on the floor, but his bed is made and he's got a shelf full of books.

“Wouldn’t have taken you for someone this organized,” You comment with a smile, “You’re good at keeping this place clean, for sure.”

“Well, I'm good at a lot of things,” He purrs as his hands grab your waist and pull your body close to his, nose brushing over yours and his breath hot on your lips. Just like that, he's reminded you of why you're here and your stomach stirs in excitement as you speak in a quivering tone. 

“Yeah? Like what?”

A smile sets on his features and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes fanning down to your lips for only a moment before they meet yours. Your breath gets caught in your throat yet again when he teasingly runs a finger down your collarbones, before he lets it run over your arm and hip. Finally, it rests on your upper thigh, so close to your clothed cunt that if you moved your hips a little forward, his fingers would brush over the fabric of your panties. You don't have to do that, though, because a mere second later, the palm of his hand is pressed flat against your clit and you whimper loudly from the feeling. 

“Like stuffing this cute little pussy full of my cum.”

And as if to mark his words, he starts rubbing his hand against your cunt, slowly drawing circles on the thin fabric of your panties which are now so wet that you fear your arousal will start to drip from them and onto your thigh. Yeonjun seems to notice this, too, because before you know it, he's pushing you onto his bed and spreading your legs, eyeing your cunt hungrily.

“So fucking wet,” He says, pushing your panties aside and pressing a finger flat against your pussy, moving it up and down painfully slowly. “Tell me, are you always this needy, baby?”

“Just–” Your reply is replaced by a whimper when he starts moving his finger faster, now also paying attention to your clit. Upon seeing his awaiting expression, you inhale sharply, trying to gather your thoughts, though that isn't very easy when Yeonjun is smearing your arousal all over your cunt. “Just for you.”

Satisfied, he smiles down on you, albeit a little condescendingly, and you take that as an opportunity to buck your hips upwards to create a little bit more friction. That doesn't seem to be Yeonjun’s plan, though, because he's quick to push your hips down again, a disapproving look on his face. You're about to complain, but before you can do that, he delivers a slap to your pussy that makes you whimper and your thighs instinctively start to close. 

“Yeonjun,” You whine as he pryes your thighs apart again, still teasing you with the way he's slowly rubbing your clit, fingers barely grazing it as he does so. His touch is featherlight and you need more, or else you're certain you're going to go insane. “Please…”

“God, you're so cute when you're needy,” He coos, hand slipping under your shirt to play with one of your tits. “Now, be a good girl and let me take care of you, okay?”

You nod vigorously, and he pinches your nipple slightly before his fingers start working faster on your clit. The sudden change in pace makes your back arch and you can't hold back the moans that slip from your lips when he pushes one of his fingers inside of your pussy. His hand that is caressing your breast moves to stroke your hair as he adds another finger, stretching you out and making you clench around his digits. He's pushing them in and out of you quickly now, hitting all the right spots and definitely enjoying how you're moaning his name. 

“More, please, it feels so good,” You basically cry out, rolling your hips against his hand.

This time, he doesn't tease you anymore, moving his hands to your thighs as he leans down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your clit. You whimper softly at the contact, bucking your hips up again, although your movements come to an end as he licks a stripe up your pussy, before twirling his tongue over your clit. Moaning his name, you grab at the sheets, probably ruining them in the process. Not that you care right now, because with his two fingers pumping in and out of you and his mouth sucking on your clit, it's hard to focus on anything else. 

“Too much, Yeonjun, it's too much,” You whimper, grabbing at his hair, half pulling him closer, half pushing him away. 

He only smiles against your folds, tongue plunging deep inside of you to replace his fingers that are now rubbing your clit quickly. One look down is enough to see that at this point, his sheets are stained with your arousal, and your pussy tightens around him at the sight. You can feel him smile into your cunt, his nose rubbing against your clit. 

“Too much? If this is too much, then how are you going to handle my cock, baby?” He mumbles against your pussy and you shiver, clenching and unclenching around his tongue. 

It doesn't take long before the familiar feeling of rapture stirs up in your stomach, and you know you're close to your orgasm. Yeonjun has no trouble understanding that you're about to cum from the way your hands are grilling at his hair and whimpers are leaving your mouth in series. He does nothing to slow down his movements, though, actually speeding up the way he's lapping at your pussy, his tongue reaching places you didn't even know was possible and his hand holding your hips in place so you can't move away, even when the pleasure becomes too much to handle and you're whimpering his name. 

“Yeonjun, please, I–” Your voice breaks into a moan as his teeth graze your clit, and you're basically squirming under him now, thighs shaking with every lick at your pussy. “Gonna cum.”

The knot in your stomach tightens quickly, and when you're at the very edge, you pull at Yeonjun’s hair harshly to bring him as close to your dripping cunt as possible, eyes rolling to the back of your head. It's completely over for you the moment he groans into your pussy, pleasure spreading across your body like wildfire when you reach your high, a loud moan falling from your lips and your eyes screwed shut.

You stay like that for a few seconds, catching your breath, and when you finally open your eyes you’re met with a sight that instantly makes your swollen cunt start throbbing again – namely Yeonjun licking his fingers clean of your juices, a smirk on his face the moment he catches your captivated gaze.

“You taste like fucking candy, baby,” He says, moving up so his face is at your level and he can press a kiss to your jaw before he whispers directly into your ear. “If I could, I’d eat you out for hours on end, but I suppose there are other things we need to take care of first, hmm?”

You would be lying if you said he wasn’t getting you all riled up again, your pussy already acquiring its own heartbeat when you feel his hard-on pressed up to your thigh. It's straining against his pants like crazy now, and he thinks he's going to go insane if he has to hear your pretty moans again without stuffing your pussy with his cock first. Luckily, you’re thinking the same thing, tugging at his collar a little with a pout on your face as you speak.

“Yeonjun…”  Your voice is shivering – there’s no doubt that you’re feeling fucked out from your recent orgasm, but that doesn’t prevent you from grinding your hips against his leg that he’s resting between your thighs. “Want your cock, please.”

Yeonjun can feel his cock twitch in his pants at your words and it only takes him a glance at your fucked out expression to give you exactly what you want – his hands coming up to help you unbutton his shirt before he discards it somewhere on the floor. Next to go are his jeans and boxers, and you can't help the way your eyes grow wide when he finally lets his dick spring free. 

He’s big, and even though you knew that already, it creates a pool of arousal between your legs. You don’t even try to hide that the sight of him is turning you on, your eyes traveling around his naked body so shamelessly that you could’ve never done it if it weren’t for your current state of desperation. 

You want him. Bad. And you know he knows it, too, because soon enough, he’s smirking as he hovers above you again, his breath hot on your face and his bare cock resting against your skin enough to make you feel lightheaded. 

“Yeah? My fingers weren’t enough, you want my cock, too?” 

You nod vigorously – it's the best response you can give at this point. Luckily for you, he doesn’t demand for you to use your words this time, instead positioning himself at your entrance straight away, the tip of his cock grazing your clit. Biting your lip, you send him a pleading look, but he only grins back, dragging his cock up and down your folds. You whimper when it rubs against your clit, throwing your head back in pleasure and grabbing at the sheets again. It feels good, but you need more of him, so you thrust your hips up to meet his, the amused look on his face telling you that he does this just to mess with you.

“Please, Yeonjun, more.” 

He gives into your pleas this time, enjoying the way you whine when he removes his cock from your clit, only to reposition himself at your entrance and push into you slowly. You gasp at the feeling of being stretched out, his cock already making you feel full and you clench around him, drawing a soft groan from his mouth. You’ve barely gotten used to the feeling of him inside of you before he continues entering you – making you realize that he was merely halfway earlier. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He mutters, hands tightening on your hips and you realize he’s resisting the urge to move. 

It’s painful, the stretch, and it basically has you gasping for air when he bottoms out, your walls sucking him in and tightening around him in a way that allows you to feel every part of his cock clearly. He waits for you to get used to him, one hand slipping under your bra to play with your breast, soft fingers running over your nipple and making you arch your back, pushing your chest against his hand. 

“You-” You begin, cut off by the way he pinches your nipple, making you whimper, the sound bringing a smirk to his features. “You can move now.”

And move he does, thrusting into you slowly, but strongly enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth falling open and moans spilling out of it. 

“Yeah? Feels good?” He asks, moving in and out of you leisurely, seemingly unfazed by the way you're clenching around him like crazy. 

“Mhmm,” You moan in response, pulling him closer to you with your legs.

He takes the close proximity as an opportunity to move his hand from your chest to your jaw, moving it to the side so that he can lean down to press kisses to your neck. The movement makes his dick sink further into your wet cunt, and it has you closing your eyes, whimpering. His lips suck marks into your sensitive skin, nose running over those he left on your neck earlier while he keeps thrusting into you, now with the palm of his hand pressing down on your clit. 

You spread your legs wider for him when he starts rubbing your clit, and he smiles against the skin of your neck before pressing one kast kiss to it, pulling away. He's looking down on you now, watching your tits bounce with every deep thrust, your vision cloudy already. The lewd sounds your pussy makes when he slides in and out are enough to make him twitch inside of you, aching to move faster, and your moans are exactly what prompts him to do just that. 

He speeds up, his hand positioning your leg higher on his hip so he can pound into you from a deeper angle as he watches your face contorted in pleasure. You're grabbing onto his shoulders for dear life as he fucks you into the mattress, your head turned away and your lip between your teeth to muffle the embarrassingly loud moans and whimpers you're letting out. 

“Look at me,” Yeonjun’s not having any of it, fingers sinking into the soft skin of your cheeks as he turns your head so you're forced to look at him. “You wanted me to fuck this pussy so bad and now you can't even look at me while I do it?”

It's shameful how you instantly clench around his cock when he says that, but he seems to enjoy how you react to him, fingers gripping your jaw tighter as his thrusts manage to become somehow deeper. He's making you see starts with the way his hand moves from your jaw to your throat, fingers wrapped around it as he splits you open with his cock. Your thighs are starting to shake, the knot in your stomach tightening and there's no point in attempting to hold your moans back – they manage to escape past your lips anyway.

“I’m close,” You warn him, but it sounds more like a whimper than a sentence. 

This only fuels him on, his fingers working wonders on your clit while his dick reaches sensitive places you didn't know existed. You're basically drooling onto his hand now, vision hazy and whole body trembling with pleasure. The feeling of fullness is making you dizzy, making it hard to make out coherent thoughts. 

“That’s it, keep taking all I give you like the good girl you are,” He groans, his cock twitching inside of your cunt. “Nobody takes it as well as you.”

You let out a loud, broken moan as you teach your high, nails digging into his shoulders and pussy clenching around his dick. Not a moment later, he's shooting his load inside of you, filling you up with his cum as you moan his name repeatedly, eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure. A moment passes by for you to catch your breaths, before he's pulling out to lay down next to you. 

You’re left feeling a little empty, but it doesn't matter the second Yeonjun’s arms come to pull you in for a hug. Your head rests in the crook of his neck, eyes still screwed shut as you listen to his heartbeat, and you're pretty sure it's the prettiest sound you've ever heard in your entire life. It's steady and loud against your ear, and his hot breath hitting the top of your head feels comforting.

“You look so pretty like this,” You hear Yeonjun’s voice after a while, his hand coming up to stroke your hair. “So, so pretty.”

You fight the urge to leave your eyes closed – your exhaustion finally catching up to you after two orgasms – to look up at him, and it’s definitely worth it. He looks beautiful – even more than usually – with his hair sticking to his forehead, eyelids heavy and a sheepish smile on his face. You reciprocate the grin as he presses a kiss to the top of your head, before you're lying down on his chest again, sighing softly. 

“Let’s stay like this forever.”

You can feel his chest rumble with the chuckle he lets out, before he picks your hair out of your face to whisper in your ear. 

“I’d like nothing more.”

And you know he means it. 

youngblood ↠ lee minho

◦ genre: college!au, best friends to lovers!au; angst, fluff

◦ pairings: reader x minho

◦ word count: 17.4k

◦ description: lee minho crashes at your apartment four out of seven days in a week, but you’re the crashing for him.

◦ warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, slow af burn

◦ a/n: hello after 4 months of not writing !!! self-quarantine brings out the best in me (due to lack of responsibilities) & here’s the fic I’ve been working on for the past week; I hope you like it :)

one.

Lee Minho tells you that he drowned his AirPods during that one campfire social by the beach and that he can’t afford to buy a new pair because he’s a dirt poor, money-starved college student who survives solely off of Shin Ramyun and its complementary mushroom flakes.

You know this because 1) he’s mentioned it before during the ten-minute break of your three-hour-long marketing lecture and even got the professor involved in a heated discussion about Apple’s obligation to make all of their product lines waterproof for maximum customer brand loyalty, 2) the past several calls with him have been staticy and demonic sounding, and 3) he actually FaceTimed you during his grocery trip last weekend and asked whether he should buy two five-packs of Shin Ramyun or one. You said one, but you’re pretty sure Minho’s too fucking weak to pass up on that two-for-one deal.

So here you are, grocery shopping on a Friday night (because you’ll never wake up early on a Saturday morning) and listening to your best friend wail about his misfortunes through the phone as you’re slapping every watermelon you come in contact with.

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𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻) | 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅

𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘶, 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘥

𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: ~2.2𝘬

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴! 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴! 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭! <3

When Felix heard you storming into the apartment without so much as a word of acknowledgement or hello from you as you passed the living room, he knew something went wrong. When he heard the door to your room slam with a noise enough to make him wince, he knew something went terribly wrong. And, remembering why you’d gone out in the first place, all smiles and dressed to impress, he didn’t need great deductive skills to figure out what happened. 

“(name)?” He called out as he pushed himself off the couch, walking to the door of your room.

“I’m not in the mood, Felix.” Even through the door, your voice sounded overly muffled and nasally, as if you’d been crying for a while. The idea that you were crying alone in your room, buried under the blankets, only pained him more.

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the enemies to lovers project | lee minho

𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵; 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘶, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 – 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: ~18𝘬+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺!!! 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦! 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘩𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 >.< 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥!

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“You know I despise you, right?”

“Oh, despise. Such a big word, baby,” Minho drawled with an obnoxious smirk, the one that simultaneously made you want to rip his hair out and kiss those perfectly delectable lips of his, “If it’s any consolation, I abhor your presence as well.”

“Wonderful,” you crossed your legs, a smile creeping onto your face as you leaned backward in your chair, “So why exactly are you here?”

Minho laughed, “The same reason I presume that you’re here for. A hundred dollars to put up with you is a tempting offer.”

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boxer : lee know

boxer : lmh

pairing: boxer!lee know x reader genre: mutual pining, angst, fluff, best friends to lovers!au, boxer!au, fight for my way au, ft. boxer!changbin, boxer!felix, and hyunjin. word count: 5.7k warnings: multiple mentions of blood, wounds, injuries, slight violence, explicit language, nicknames (baby, babe), slightly proof read - please tell me if i missed anything disclaimer: heavily inspired by the kdrama fight for my way. it may (?) contain spoilers of some sort. this is NOT the exact same plot as the drama. it is just inspired by some scenes.

✦ 。description: what will you do if you’re afraid of seeing your best friend of ten years get hurt yet his dream is to become a boxer? and to add some spice into the mix, you think you can’t hide that you’re hopelessly in love with him anymore.

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“You’re already ugly enough. Why would you let other people do that for you by beating your ass?”

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Tattoo Cherry

Summary: You've been working as the receptionist for Deja Vu Tattoo for about two years now and you still haven’t gotten a tattoo. But recently, you've been playing with the idea in your head so what's the plan? Oh right, ask your friend and the owner, Hongjoong, to do the honors. Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Hongjoong x F!Reader Words: 4k Warnings: corruption kink highk, fingering/oral (fem receiving), vaginal sex, no protection (please... use protection), a bit of dirty talk, they're horny idiots, mutual pining, besties with tension Genre: smut

You didn't hate tattoos. Quite the opposite, actually. You thought tattoos were amazing. You couldn't wrap your mind around the idea of someone committing to something so personal for the rest of their life. Marriage was a similar concept in that area but even that wasn't as permanent.

You've always wanted one in the back of your mind. Despite the pain, despite the scariness of keeping it on your skin, and despite the fact that you didn't have a single clue what you'd get. A butterfly was too basic and so were flowers and lions and whatever else. The more you thought about it, the more it made your head hurt. It had to mean something for sure but you didn't think anything was worthy enough to be tatted on your skin.

You thought working for your best friend Hongjoong would help with this. He had come to you a few weeks after he had opened his shop called Deja Vu Tattoo and asked if you needed a job. You didn't, really. You had a job at a boring office working a simple nine to five but you also had a Hongjoong and after knowing him for a few years, you knew working for him would be better than any office job.

It was an easy job, for sure. You answered calls, booked appointments, ordered supplies, and made sure the shop was running when Hongjoong got too overwhelmed. He paid you decently and through him, you met his seven other best friends who were absolute dreams. Not only were they insanely nice to look at but they were sweet guys who made you feel included. It was a family.

"Y/n, you should've been here! The client was practically screaming and I didn't even pierce her yet." Jongho huffed as he threw himself on the couch in the waiting area. He was ranting about some client that was so sensitive. You just wanted to order masks in peace but you decided to listen anyway. "And get this, it was just her ears. Can you imagine?"

"You sound extra bothered today, Jongho." You pointed out, your fingers stilling over the keyboard just so you could give him a look. He pouted at you.

"I get that it's my job but I don't understand how you can be so squeamish over an ear-piercing. She even brought her boyfriend and he just kept apologizing the entire time. I didn't even get to pierce her." Jongho's the youngest of the bunch and while he was mature in a lot of ways, his age seemed to show whenever he was feeling petty.

"Are you bothering y/n again?" Seonghwa asked, running a hand through his hair. "You know she's busy."

"Busy, my ass. She's probably playing tetris or something."

You gasp and put your hand on your chest as if you’d been shot. “I would never.”

"And what if she gets calls?" The elder scolded, "Or someone comes in and hears you talking shit about a client. Can you at least wait till we close?"

Seonghwa's the oldest of the eight men. While you made sure the shop was in tip-top shape whenever Hongjoong was busy, Seonghwa made sure the boys kept their heads on straight. He was the official second in command and he didn't hesitate to keep the boys in their place.

"Seonghwa, you can relax. Let the little boy rant." Seonghwa immediately burst into a fit of laughter but Jongho stayed silent with crossed arms and a frown.

"I'm literally twenty-two years old!"

"Then you should probably act like it!" Hongjoong called from his office. You and Seonghwa were practically hollering as Jongho stomped back to his tattoo station. Hongjoong came out of his office shortly after, standing beside you as you continued to order things. "Hello, Beautiful." He greeted.

"Hello," You smiled up at him, "Is there anything else you need from me before we head out?"

"Head out? Where are you guys going?" Seonghwa asks, making himself more comfortable on the couch and taking out his phone.

"We're going to get some lunch. We'll be out for a little bit." Hongjoong replied.

"So a date?" Seonghwa teased. You choked on your spit. A date with Hongjoong?

He shifted slightly in his spot, "We're going out for a good meal. Hold down the fort till I get back?"

Seonghwa finally looks up from his phone, "I always do."

It wasn't a date. Hongjoong didn't think of you like that but you couldn't really say that you didn't think of him like that. The guy was dripping with charisma. He was a talented tattoo artist who always made sure that his personal clients and the other boys' clients felt comfortable. He took his craft seriously and treated everyone with respect. Not to mention, the man was a walking example of sex appeal. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that much.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself, making sure to walk around with confidence but staying humble. Maybe it was the way that he was comfortable in his masculinity to the point where he wasn't afraid of painting his nails or occasionally showing up to work with makeup on. Or maybe it was that not-so-random neck tattoo of the flower you drew for him when you first met. You'd love to date Hongjoong, you just didn't know if he wanted to date you and you sure as hell weren't going to make the first move.

The restaurant you pull up to is small and cozy. The atmosphere was nice and you were well aware that you and Hongjoong looked so out of place. It was like Beauty and the Beast but only if the Beast was covered in black ink and not brown fur. Hongjoong didn't seem to mind the staring though so neither did you. They were probably staring because he was so good-looking.

"What are you going to order?" He asks, flipping through the menu.

"I'm thinking this kimchi plate. You?" It wasn't unnatural for Hongjoong to take you out on your lunch break. In fact, it was pretty common. He didn't take you out when he was super busy but those were the days that you would bring him food to make sure he had something in his system. You cared for each other.

"This curry ramen looks really good."

Any situation that involved Hongjoong flowed really well. There was never a dull moment when you spent time with him. He carried the conversation if there was even a moment of awkwardness.

"So, I've been thinking..." You start, leaning back in your chair.

Hongjoong laughs, "That can't be good."

"I'm being serious, right now." You shot back even though you laughed at his joke, "I'm thinking of getting a tattoo."

"Finally! You've been working at the shop for some time now. I'm surprised you didn't want one sooner."

"I still have no idea what to get but I want you to tattoo me."

Hongjoong's eyes widened as he sipped his soda. He felt a sudden foreign feeling... was it nervousness? Sure was. He's tattooed hundreds of people. It wasn't a matter of whether or not he thought he was good enough. He was just scared to fuck up your first-ever tattoo, especially because you meant so much to him.

He also felt strangely turned on at the idea of being your first. Your skin's as smooth as porcelain, and even though you weren't a virgin by any means, he'd be the first to permanently taint your skin. There'd be physical proof that he had been there. It was sick to think this way, he knew. You weren't an object that needed to be branded but it sparked a sudden sense of possessiveness.

He wasn’t blind either. You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever laid his eyes on. Your hair was always styled so nice and your makeup on point, although he preferred you without. You were such a sweet woman too, occasionally getting the guys coffee and snacks in between clients.

When Hongjoong’s tattoo shop was a mere dream, you encouraged him. You were actually the first person who didn’t laugh in his face. You’d been there for every step and whenever he felt like he’d fail, you’d be there in a flash to lift him up.

"Are you sure?" He asked, still on the fence. "You're not really good at making decisions."

"What are you even talking about?"

"Remember when you thought that office job was your dream?" He was trying his best to be smooth. He felt gross about the dirty thoughts that were coming up in his head.

"Remember when you wanted to be a poet?" You sassed back. "You even wrote me a poem."

"You don't need to remind me of Star 1117. I really did want to be a writer but I was more passionate about tattooing people." He rambled. Star 1117 held a special place in your heart mostly because he dedicated it to you. You could recite it word for word if he asked, not that he would. Hongjoong thought that was his worst poem.

"Hey, Star 1117 was, and still is, iconic."

____

Hongjoong tells you that you'll get the tattoo in a week so you can think of what you want to get. He was going to give you a few months, more than a few, but you insisted that you wanted to get it as soon as you could because you were so excited.

"I heard you're letting Hongjoong pop your cherry." Yeosang mused. He started working at the tattoo shop a year after you did, already having a few dainty tattoos scattered on his right arm. Now, he's covered in bigger, more elaborate, tattoos all over his body.

"I'm kind of hurt. I thought we were besties." He pouts at you as he leans over the counter in front of you. You roll your eyes but don't spare too much attention. You were trying to find space in Hongjoong's schedule. Your design, even though it took you the full week to come up with, was small so you knew it wouldn't take long but you knew Hongjoong. He'd probably take his time and make sure you were comfortable.

"No offense, but I wouldn't trust you to even draw with a sharpie on my skin."

"You do realize I work here too, right? I tattoo people daily like, that's what I get paid to do?" Yeosang's head tilted to the side as he sarcastically asked. You laughed to yourself.

"I do know that. I'm the one who fills up your schedule with clients. I just... I trust Hongjoong more." Which is true. While you did trust the men in the shop with your life, Hongjoong was on a different level for you. You wouldn't feel right if you had someone else tattoo you.

"No, I get it. I'm just teasing."

"Thank you."

"We all want our first time to be special." The man walked off before you could say anything, not like you could come up with anything in the first place.

____

"So, you're sure about this?" Hongjoong asked, his hand gripping the tattoo machine tightly.

"For crying out loud, Hongjoong, I will literally go to a different shop." Actually, you wouldn't. Plus, no other shop was going to give you the tattoo for free.

"Alright, fine." He didn't want to admit he was nervous but he was. He could feel the sweat in his pits. "But don't blame me when you regret it. Now, let me see the design."

You feel a rush a giddiness take over as you giggle like a child and take out the folded piece of paper from your back pocket. Hongjoong takes the paper and his eyes go wide.

"No way. No. I'm not tattooing this." He pushes the paper back to you and you whine.

"It's my tattoo, on my body. Please?"

"You want me to tattoo lines from a poem I wrote four years ago?" You knew he wouldn't like the idea at first but you thought he would just roll his eyes before silently tattooing you.

"I gave you the paper, didn't I?" You roll your eyes, "Come on! I love this part." You point it out for him and he sighs to himself, visibly struggling to wrap his head around the idea.

“…Fine.” You shriek with excitement and clap. “Just shut up and tell me where you want it.” You point to the inner part of your upper left arm.

Maybe it was because this was your first time or the location of the tattoo but it was way worse than you thought it’d be. Your eyes were screwed shut underneath your right arm which you had wrapped around your head in response to the pain. You tried to calm yourself down with breathing but they came out like whimpers.

It was torture for Hongjoong. As much as he wanted to hear all the noises you were making, it was getting difficult to tattoo you. He wanted so badly to be on top of you, to be doing not so holy things to elicit this same response.

He doesn't know how he did it but he finished the tattoo and heaved a heavy breath.

"It looks great." Hongjoong compliments. "You did really... well."

"I was crying like a baby." He laughs at this and stands in between your legs in front of you. You sit up and let him wrap up the new tattoo, all the while watching it get wrapped in cellophane. It looked so pretty.

"You were really loud but you did so well for me, babygirl." His hand reached to caress your cheek and you felt yourself gulp. Kiss me. Kiss me. KISS ME.

"Did I?" You ask, playing into his playful tone. "I should be rewarded then, right?" You hook your pointer fingers into his belt loops and pull him closer, feeling his warm breath fan your face.

His eyebrow quirks as he looks down at you. Your silent prayers seem to be answered when his lips finally collide with yours. It's messy and hot, teeth hitting each other as all the built-up tension takes over your bodies. Hongjoong's hands are all over you, touching you everywhere his hands can reach while your hands are too busy messing up his hair.

Your hands find the hem of his shirt and pull it off of him and yours follows suit with your bra. You pull away just far enough to take him in. You knew he was fit but damn, you could stare at him all day. You rake your hands over his abs softly and relish how they contract under your touch.

His tattoos were no joke, either. You never knew he had so many on his upper body. There was a huge dragon that started on the left side of his ribcage and disappeared as it wrapped around his back, its tail resting on his right shoulder. You never noticed his collarbone tattoo which read 'eight makes one team'

Hongjoong snatches your hand and breaks you out of your haze, your worried eyes snapping up to see if you had done something wrong.

"I'm gonna reward you now, beautiful." He said, kissing your palm softly before letting it go. He helps you out of your shorts, tossing them to some corner of the room and getting on his knees. The new cool air hits your skin, helping you sober up slightly from the intoxicating moment. You're just about to feel nervous when you feel that first small lick to your clit.

Your head falls back, eyes rolling. Your hands immediately find Hongjoong's head, pushing him further into you. He feels pride take over at the way you react, your moans egging him on as he lets himself go. His arms wrap around your thighs, locking them onto his shoulders as he dives in, lapping up every bit of your arousal and making sure you're legs stay open.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry, pulling his hair.

"You're so wet, baby." He replies, pulling away so he can drag a single finger along your lower lips, occasionally circling your hole just to drag his finger back up. "… so pretty."

"Hongjoong, please..."

"Please what? I'm not a mind-reader." His finger stops right at your hole again and your back arches with anticipation. But he doesn't enter you, he stops completely.

You look down at him and the sight alone makes you need him even more than before. His chin is still wet from your juices, his eyes dark and dilated with want. He looks so good between your thighs and the thought of him eating you out all night has you clenching on nothing.

He chuckles lowly, "Did you need something from me?"

"Please touch me."

"Where?" He taunts, standing up and putting his hands on your chest, playing with your nipples until they get hard. "Here?"

You shake your head no.

He hums as he plays dumb, his hands tracing the curves of your body, "Maybe you want me to just hold you here?" His hands resting on your hips.

"Baby, please, I need your fingers inside me." You rush out.

"Ah, that was going to be my next guess." His two fingers finally enter you slowly and your head falls back again. His thumb rubs circles into your clit and your hands are gripping the sides of the chair.

"Joong, I'm- I'm gonna-" You stutter, your mind slowly slipping away.

"I know, baby. Go ahead whenever you're ready." He encourages, his fingers continuing to bring you to your high. His voice sounded like pure aphrodisiac to you. How could you refuse? You came in an instant, painting Hongjoong's fingers with your juices.

"I gotta be in you, right now. I feel like I'm going crazy." His hands fiddled with the buckle, his excitement clouding his mind and making him struggle. Maybe this was a mistake but you guys were flowing so well. You had to feel the same way, right? He had to know before you continued.

"Tell me how you want it." Hongjoong huffed. He was above you now, his dick rubbing between your wet folds. It was driving you crazy; you just wanted him to fuck you but the words weren't coming out. He pulls away slightly, his eyebrows knitting together and eyes pleading. "No, look at me and tell me you want this... want me."

The vibe was suddenly very serious. You almost forgot why you were in this position. You didn't even have to think though. You knew what he meant even though he didn't explain himself. You did want him. You've wanted him since you met him.

You look into his eyes and cup his face. You give him a small smile. "I've wanted you, in every possible way ever since I laid eyes on you."

You can feel him relax as he sighs, "Thank god... I'm definitely gonna fuck you now."

You mutter out a please and Hongjoong's entering you without another beat. His dick is big, bigger than in your wet dreams. He bites his lip, forcing himself to take it slow despite really not wanting to. The look on your face is what keeps him strong though. He hated knowing you were in pain even if would only last a second.

Even when he was all the way inside, he waited until you were fully adjusted. You looked into his eyes and gave him a reassuring nod. His hips moved slowly as he gripped your waist like he wouldn’t ever let go. You knew you’d have bruises and the thought of this moment having physical proof on your body was making you more excited.

"Move, please, faster" You look up at him and move your hands to rest on his shoulders, trying to speak through the cloudiness of pleasure. Hongjoong wanted to imprint the look you were giving him into his brain. It was better than anything his wildest fantasies could come up with. But he obliged before you completely lost your patience. You both had been waiting too long.

He moved quick just like you asked, burying his head in your neck and occasionally leaving soft kisses. His hips were pistoning into you just right.

"Oh, fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight." His hands moved from your hips to the back of your legs, pushing them up so you were bent in half on the chair. Your hands instantly grabbed the sides of the chair, trying to keep yourself from flying off from the strong thrusts.

Hongjoong felt so good inside of you. He was filling you just right and you wanted to watch so bad but your eyes wouldn't stop rolling. You were reaching your limit but you didn't want it to stop. It was too good.

Hongjoong was fighting his own battle. You felt like a glove, warm and tight. You looked so beautiful under him. It all felt like a dream to him. He wasn't going to last long.

"Hongjoong!" You cried, feeling the knot in your stomach about to burst, "Please,"

"I know. I got you. I'm almost there" He replied back between moans. He shoved his head between your breasts, planting hickies along your chest. You didn't think it was possible but his thrusts were becoming faster and harder.

Your orgasm hit you in a flash. It caught you by surprise but Hongjoong was right there with you. He let you ride out your high before pulling himself out with a grunt and releasing on your stomach.

He let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction and put his hands on the side of the chair, shifting his weight on his arms so he could rest while standing.

"That was..." He started, taking deep breaths.

Post nut clarity started to hit you as you closed your eyes, trying your hardest to calm down from the high.

"Did you hate it?" You asked, your eyes practically glued shut so you wouldn't have to see the look of disapproval if he really did hate it.

Instead, he laughed... really loud. The sound surprised you enough to make you look at him. "Did I like it?" His tone was sarcastic. "Y/N, I have wanted this since we saw each other."

You felt your face warm up at this. "Me too."

"I know." Hongjoong said, feeling cocky. "You said something like 'I've wanted you since the first time I saw you! Muah, muah, muah." His tone was high-pitched in an awful attempt to mimic you.

"Hey!" You sat up and pushed him lightly. "I don't sound like that."

He just smiled warmly at you before kissing your lips and getting you a few napkins to clean up. After you wiped all the sex off your body, you got up and looked in the mirror, holding your arm out in a way to look at your new tattoo.

It's exactly the way you wanted it, in his handwriting and everything. You smiled to yourself.

"Do you like it?" Hongjoong asked, coming up from behind and wrapping an arm around your waist. Your head nods fast like a child who's just been asked if they want ice cream.

"It means everything to me."

____

"You look different." Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at you.

"I got a new tattoo!" You beamed, extending your arm so he could see.

"No, no, this is different."

"You're crazy."

"No he's right... There's something about you." Jongho joined in, narrowing his eyes too and shaking his finger at you.

"Hongjoong gave her head!" Wooyoung screamed from his station. You gasped, your head whipping in his direction.

"Woo!" You cried.

"Dicked her down too!" Hongjoong screamed back from his office.

"Hong!"

"Yeah, you thought you were the only two in the store but you weren't! But don't worry, I left and locked the door the moment I heard." Wooyoung explained, walking over to your desk.

"What's the tattoo say?" Jongho asked, grabbing your wrist and coming closer.

Thinking of you. That’s the greatest happiness for me.

𝕭𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊

Jeongin (I.N) x fem!reader

Jeongin calls you to come over and take his mind off of things after a long day of performing…

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: FWB to lovers, smut (18+ minors DNI), fluff

Warnings: Smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), bootycall (lmao srry), thigh riding, edging (f. recieving), protected sex, mature language

You had already settled into bed when you got the text from Jeongin. You chuckle at the toneless ‘hey’ you received from him, before shooting a quick one back. 

‘Come over?’ You’re almost not surprised at all by the question, having been through this almost a million times, it feels like second nature by now. Without giving much thought to texting him back, you turn your light back on and get out of bed. You’re not even halfway to your closet before your phone starts to ring. Jeongin’s contact photo lights up your screen. Raising your brow in confusion, you pick it up. 

“Yeah?” You ask, before putting the phone on speaker and tossing it back onto your bed so you can go back to your closet. 

“(Y/n),” The man on the other end grunts. “Do you know how much I fucking need you right now? Please come over.” Your sleep shirt nearly over your head before you pause at his words. 

“Well…” You say, mouth agape at his sudden change of attitude. “Hello to you too.” You go back to taking off your clothes, praying that your roommate is asleep by now and can’t hear Jeongin on your loud speaker through the walls. 

“I’m not playing with you.” He sounds so exasperated, but you know he had a long day as you remember watching him perform on a music show earlier. You toss the clothes you pick out onto the bed in exchange for your phone, which you pick back up and take off speaker. 

“Can you relax? I’m on my way…” You tell him when you press the phone back up to your ear. 

“You better be…” He says before hanging up. You roll your eyes, but smile as you snap a quick picture in your bra before sending it to him. 

‘See you then ;)’ You text along with the picture, sure that he’ll be even more riled up when you get there. 

You make your way down the couple of blocks of distance that your apartment is from the dorm building. You lift your hoodie over your head as you enter the lobby. You take the elevator up to the floor where Jeongin’s dorm is. You knock on the front door where you’re greeted by Changbin with a bowl of noodles in his hand. The scowl on his face is almost comical. 

“Hey, stranger!” You tease as you walk right in, already on your way down the hall to Jeongin’s room. 

“Please don’t be loud this time!” He calls after you. But it seems like Jeongin has already gotten that part taken care of, because you can hear music blasting behind his door. You smile when you hear a song that you recommended him playing on the other side. Before you can even knock, the door swings open.

You make out Jeongin’s already blown-out eyes in the purple light of the star projector he uses in his room. You don’t have any time to make any kind of remark before his lips are crashing onto yours. You feel electricity spread throughout your body as his hands come up to grab your hips, melting away any kind of cockiness you felt earlier. No matter how many times you two have done this since establishing this “friends with benefits” relationship you had, Jeongin never failed to make you feel giddy whenever he touched you. 

He practically moans into your mouth when you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling at the base. He pulls your body even closer to his as he pins you against the door, wanting to feel every single inch of you on him. You realize just how needy he was for you tonight, and it’s starting to get to you as well. You’re completely dumbfound as you pull away to look into his eyes, and he looks right back into yours.

“What are you looking at?” He scoffs, but the toothy grin he gives you tells you that he means no harm. He takes the opportunity to slot his thigh in between yours, making you moan at the new friction against your core. His lips find yours again, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he holds you up. You whimper as you start to rake your hands down his back, grinding yourself down on his thigh. He begins to nip at your neck, craving even more of you. At the sound of one last cry from your lips, he decides that he can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, come on baby…” He says, letting you go to take your hand. He leads you over to his bed, before guiding you to lay down on the pillows that he seemed to have piled up before you had gotten there. He lifts his shirt over his head, disregarding it on the floor. He makes his way over to you, heat rising within him when he sees how your legs are already spread for him, waiting to welcome him in.

He quickly tucks himself in between them, hovering over you. Your hands come up to caress his tone stomach and chest as he presses a few more heated kisses to your lips. He goes for the hem of your hoodie, tossing it over his shoulder. You watch his gaze move to your bra, a smirk growing on his face. He kisses your breasts over the garment, making you bite your lip. 

“This looks familiar…” He winks up at you and you chuckle, realizing he’s talking about the photo you sent him before coming over. He kisses his way back up your chest and neck before reaching your lips once more. He hisses as he unintentionally grinds his erection into you. You smirk when an idea comes to your mind. 

“J…” You almost feel bad for the trick you’re about to play on him when his eyes sparkle at the nickname. “Take this off for me?” You ask, referring to your bra. You arch your back to make room for his hands, rutting into him even more. He grunts, head dropping onto your shoulder as his hands fly over to hold your hips back down. 

“You’re gonna regret that, naughty girl.” Your skin flushes at the feeling of his breath against it. He squeezes the flesh of your hips before sliding them up your back and unhooking your bra. It easily slides off of your body and you throw it like he did with your hoodie.

“Mmm…” Your eyes instinctively close when you feel him take your breasts into his hands. You cry out when his thumbs make circles over your nipples. His face remains buried in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him grin against your skin. 

“So damn sensitive...” Your body shivers when one of his hands slides down your stomach and into your shorts. He lifts his head to watch your reaction as his fingers collect some of your wetness. 

“Oh, fuck, J!” You scream. He inches his face closer to yours and then starts to rub your clit with fervor, getting lost in the feeling of your pants against his open mouth. 

“You’re amazing, you know?” The confession slips from his lips before he can stop it. You would have been more shocked if it weren’t for the growing knot in your core taking all your attention away.

You whine when he pulls his hand out of your shorts, but then you become eager once he starts to fidget with the button of them. He pulls them down, along with your underwear. He stands up for a moment, doing the same with his own. He reaches into the drawer of his nightstand, and you feel your face go red when he pulls out a familiar, shiny package.

He hands it over to you, and you hesitate before taking it. You wonder what he’s up to before he gets back on top of you. Without breaking eye contact, he takes your wrist, bringing the package in your hand to his mouth.

Chills form across your skin as you watch him tear it open with his teeth before taking the condom out, disregarding the wrapper in the same pile as both of your clothes. He rolls it onto his cock and goes back to hovering over you in between your legs. You shoot him a look full of desperation, to which he shakes his head. And instead of feeling him enter you, he glides up your folds, stopping at your clit before sliding back down. You let out a choked noise, throwing your head back. 

“I told you; you would regret what you did, baby…” You knew there was no stopping him. All you can do is lay there as he drives you into oversensitivity. Your thighs began to clench with every swipe of his tip against your clit, but he forces them back open, big hands pressing them up into your chest by the back of your knees. You squeeze your teary eyes shut, as the change in position somehow makes it even more overwhelming. You feel your orgasm getting close again. 

“Jeongin! Please!” His cock twitches against you at the sound of your begs for him. That, and how you just look so sweet underneath him like this. Before you can cum, he takes his cock and shoves it into you. You’re so wet from all of his edging that you take him perfectly.

He moans, throwing his head back when he feels your warmness all around him. He lets your legs go, and he’s rewarded by them wrapping around his waist as he goes back to leaning over you. He presses his forehead to yours and begins to fuck you at a delicious pace. He savors every noise that you make as he rocks into your sweet spot over and over again. 

“You feel so good, J…” You pant, earning a harsh thrust of his hips. 

“Keep calling me that.” He whispers, sweetly stroking some loose strands of your hair out of your face. The shudder in his voice makes your stomach do a summersault, intensifying the feeling of him inside you. 

“J…” You moan out for him.

“Fuck, I love that.” He hisses in your ear. The two of you continue to hold on to each other, both in need of release. The music is loud, yet you can still hear your own sounds fill the room, making everything even more hot. You feel the knot in your core tightening once again and you notice that his thrusts have become tenser.

“I’m close, (Y/n)…” He whimpers. You comb your fingers through his hair and smile. 

“It’s okay, baby,” You breathe out. “let go for me.” You feel him shake his head. 

“You first.” He says before reaching down to rub his thumb over your clit. Your back arches into him, encouraging him to pick up the pace. With one last cry of his nickname, you cum around his cock. He groans, pulling out of you and nearly ripping the condom off. He spills his load onto your stomach. He places a chaste kiss on your lips before lying down next to you, the both of you catching your breath together.

You’re the first to get out of bed, stepping into the bathroom and cleaning yourself up. When you come back out, your eyes widen at the sight. Jeongin has fixed the disheveled bed, he propped the pillows back up and everything, and now he’s sitting at the edge with a folded shirt beside him. He turns around to see you, letting out a nervous laugh before taking the shirt and walking over to you. 

“Will you stay the night?” He asks, sheepishly. And you realize it’s one of his shirts that he’s offering you. You recount all the times you’ve snuck out of the dorm, or he’s snuck out of your place after your sessions were over. 

“I’m… uh not ready for you to go yet.” He stutters while avoiding your gaze. You smile and take the shirt from him, going back into the bathroom. He tells you that you can use his face wash and the spare toothbrush in his drawer.

When you’re finished, he goes in after you to do his routine as well. You make yourself comfortable under the blankets while you wait on him. He comes back out, shirtless and in his sweats. He smiles that classic wide smile of his when he sees you, the sight of you all cozy in his bed makes his heart swell. He climbs in next to you, pulling your back into his chest as his strong arms wrap around you. 

“This okay?” He asks. You didn’t expect him to be so cuddly with you, but you didn’t have any opposition toward it whatsoever. 

“Yeah, this is fine.” You tell him, before settling into his embrace. You are more than content, Jeongin’s warmth nearly luring you into sleep. But you can since some uneasiness on Jeongin’s end, which keeps you up. You look up at him to see him staring up at the lights on his ceiling. 

“Hey,” you say, caressing one of his hands with your thumb. “You okay?” He looks down at you, a small smile adorning his face. 

“I’m alright.” He tells you, but you can tell there’s more to it. So, you wiggle your way out of his grasp, picking up his phone. You know his passcode and you change the music to something you know will chill him out, also turning it down. You put his phone back before sitting in front of him. You take his hands in yours. 

“Is there something wrong? Anything at all you need to talk about?” He chuckles before bringing one of your hands to his lips. 

“You’re such an angel~” He tells you. You feel a blush creeping over your cheeks before he sighs while sitting up. 

“The music show today…” He starts. “I feel like I didn’t do my best. I think I could have done a lot better during the performance.” Your heart aches whenever he’s hard on himself like this. 

“Well… that’s good that you want to do better! It means that you care, and by doing that you’ve already done your best in itself.” His heart flutters at your encouraging words. “But don’t doubt yourself. I bet so many people thought you were amazing today. Stays, the rest of the group… I mean I even watched and I thought it was your best yet!” His eyebrows wiggle at your last comment. 

“Oh, did you now?” You roll your eyes while playfully shoving his chest. 

“I mean it, J,” you say. “You were great, you’re always great. No doubt about it.” There’s no stopping his goofy grin when he leans in and kisses you. You’re shocked, but you kiss him back. You’ve only really ever kissed him before or during sex. He pulls away, keeping his face close to yours. 

“Thank you, (Y/n),” He whispers, giving your hands a squeeze. “For everything, helping me take my mind off things, for being so sweet…” 

“I’m just trying to be a good friend!” You blurt out, cutting him off before he can say anything else to make you flustered. That’s when he shyly looks away. 

“But that’s not all I want you to be for me…” He mutters. You feel your heart drop to your stomach.

“Jeongin… what are you saying, you dweeb?” He chuckles, before looking back at you with the most loving look in his eyes. 

“I’m saying that I want you to be mine…” and that’s all he can get out before you tackle him with kisses. 

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blue peaches - park seonghwa

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warnings : needy pervert ! seonghwa, public sex, whining, praises, degradation, nipple play, fingering, sorta-subby reader.

word count : 2k

a/n : thoughts thoughts thoughts

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your shoulders were naked, the neck of the top nonexistent and falling just above your cleavage. it was tight against your form and cropped right just below your breasts. the exposed midriff showed off your belly button piercing, a shiny s attached to your stomach.

your shoulders were naked, the neck of the top nonexistent and falling just above your cleavage. it was tight against your form and cropped right just below your breasts. the exposed midriff showed off your belly button piercing, a shiny s attached to your stomach.

you belonged to seonghwa.

you tightened the straps of the skirt, tying them tightly against your hips so there was no room for slips. going without panties was gonna be a risky decision and you were scared of the outcomes if seonghwa found out.

the skirt was short, ending right above your fingertips and snug around your ass. it accentuated your curves perfectly and showed off your soft skin.

as you were putting in your earring, your doorbell rung. you knew who it was. no time was wasted as you quickly stepped down the stairs, opening the door for your handsome boyfriend.

his black hair cascaded past his eyes as he looked at you with adoration, not yet taking into consideration what you were wearing. he pulled you into his arms, kissing you slowly and tenderly, pulling away with a soft ‘pop.’

that’s when his eyes went wide, when he looked down at your figure. his eyes trailed from the thin necklace around your neck to the shiny white gel polish on your toes. you saw him visibly gulp, going quite for a second.

“do you like it ?” you asked him, smile beaming with pride and slight attitude.

he took a second to answer, registering his thoughts into his brain first. seonghwa cleared his throat, “y-yeah. it’s amazing. really, i love it. the belly piercing is.. wow.”

you smiled once again, pulling him close and placing a chaste kiss on his neck. “love you, now lets go!” you chimed.

the entire ride, seonghwa had suffered. his boner was getting hard to conceal and this date was getting longer and longer. he just wanted to go home, fuck you into the mattress and make you cry. however, he was stuck in this movie theatre with you, watching an overly sexual movie with terribly acted out scenes.

the actress moaned too loud for his liking, so seonghwa imagined it was you. he decided it was you on the screen. he wanted to be the one to fuck you right now. he wanted to hear your mellow moans, your agonising screams and the scratch of your gel acrylics against his muscular back.

“fuck, y/n. let’s get out of here.” he snapped. he grabbed your hand, leading you out the theatre, earning a few boo’s from the other people watching. you offered slight apologies as you were pulled down the hallway and into the family bathroom of the AMC.

“seonghwa, what’s wro-“ you started but he cut you off. his mouth was on yours and his hands were on your hips. you kissed back, happy that your plan had worked.

“gonna wear slutty outfits like this and expect me not to react ? god, you’re infuriating.” he degraded. you whined into his mouth, kissing him harder.

“baby, just fuck me then.” you begged him.

seonghwa wasted no time in turning you around, bending you over the sink and pulling your skirt up.

“not even fuckin’ panties ? god, you’re such a slut.” he spat. you cried out loud as he spanked your ass, pussy dribbling juice down your thigh.

more spanks landed until your ass was red and you were begging him to stop. “seonghwa, ‘s burning.” you cried to him. however, he put a hand on your throat, choking you into submissiveness as he used his other hand to undo his jeans.

“gonna fuck the audacity out of you, baby.” he promised you. you nodded, feeling ecstatic as seonghwa’s cock breached your cunt. the burning stretch of his length was always new; you’d never get used to it.

he thrusted in and out quickly, his own voice whiney and nasally as he moaned at the tightness of your cunt. “feel so good, baby,” he told you. you bit your lip, trying to quiet down your moans but seonghwa didn’t seem to be having any of that.

he reached a hand down to your clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves furiously. another hand trailed through your shirt, picking and pulling at your nipples.

you screamed in ecstasy, scared you might get kicked out but the slight enjoyment of public sex felt so good. you might leave here arrested but the drag of seonghwa’s cock in your tight pussy was too good to give up.

his tongue prodded at your neck and shoulder, sucking marks into the skin. there was not an inch left of clean skin on you as long as seonghwa kept his work up.

“seonghwa ! seonghwa, ‘m gonna cum. gonna cum so hard all over your cock, baby…” you cried out, barely able to get the words out. you sounded so so slutty, it made seonghwa’s head spin.

he could barely focus on pleasuring you when your cries and moans kept making him so so dizzy.

“shh, gonna come too, baby. gonna cum inside you, baby. you want that?” he asked you.

you quickly turned, eyes teary and face funny with black mascara. you nodded quickly, trying to connect your lips with his. seonghwa agreed, pressing his to yours as well.

you both moaned into the kiss, the feeling of your impending orgasm approaching quickly. seonghwa’s thrusts got sloppier and your cunt got tighter. you felt the knot in your stomach get more and more tense until a few more thrusts deep inside your cunt and you were a messy pool of tears and overflowing cum.

it leaked from your pussy despite seonghwa pushing it back in. he turned you around quickly, pressing you up into the sink as your legs wrapped around his waist.

he pressed his cock back inside you, thrusting harder and harder until his orgasm was overwhelming him. his cock spurted more cum inside you, so much so that you couldn’t even hold it in.

your cunt spasmed, barely able to hold in the potent offering your lover had given you. “feels s-so good.” you cried as he kept thrusting deep inside you, just barely hitting your cervix.

“ ‘m gonna cum one more time, hwa!” you cried to him. he nodded, leaning his head into your neck as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, barely thrusting inside anymore.

the knot from earlier formed again until it got tighter and finally snapped. your thighs shook and you pulled seonghwa close to you, needing a grip on reality.

“mmm, hwa! ‘m so messy. gonna have to clean me up, baby.” you told him. he nodded, grabbing a few towels from the napkin holder and cleaning your thighs and cunt gently from the mess.

he scooped in a dallop that was sopping from your cunt, earning a hiss from you. he held it up to your lips, silently asking you to open. you accepted, parting your lips to lick off the mess of yours and his juices mixed together. it formed a bittersweet flavor that was light enough to not leave a taste in your mouth.

“feel okay now, hm?” you asked him. he giggled against your neck, rubbing circles with his thumb against your hips.

“wait till we get home. gonna spank your ass red until you learn not to wear such slutty outfits in public anymore.”

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room for three (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: stood up at the bar on a saturday night, you decide to have one more drink and then head home, but a handsome couple has other ideas in mind.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. for everyone wondering why i've been quiet, i'm on the mend from covid but finally feeling better and writing again! more to come very soon, including more into the aurora. x

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established yunhwa relationship, mmf, praise, degredation, impact play, suggestive language, oral (f receiveing), oral (m receiving), rough sex, noona kink, use of 'whore' but in a sexy way, extremely intense orgasms, big dick yunho, talented dick hwa, cute husbands adding a third

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: nothing but smut here

word count: 9.1K

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              After an hour, you’re sure he’s not coming. You can’t say you’re too disappointed, another in a long line of blind dates set up by your mother trying to find you a husband, and you’re starting to think that maybe this just isn’t for you.

It’s not the first time you’ve been stood up, but it’s the first time in a long while and you had forgotten the sting of it. The way it feels to a be a woman alone at the restaurant bar, checking your phone endlessly and nursing a drink, feeling the pity of the wait staff and bartenders when you tell them you’ll wait just a little bit longer.

You had started off with water, but around the thirty-minute mark you decided it was a fifty-fifty chance he was ditching you, and you should just start drinking. You’re paced with your first cocktail, still giving this faceless man the benefit of the doubt. Traffic could be bad, work could be crazy, phone lines everywhere in Seoul could be down, or he could have just decided against meeting you.

              Sipping the end of your cocktail, you sigh. It’s also possible that he made it to the restaurant, saw you, and left, but that’s a thought you can’t entertain for too long without feeling sad about being thirty and single.

              Your phone lights up with a text message and you open it to see the incoming message from your best friend – how is it??? is he cute??

              a no show – you respond quickly, and you see the bubble pop up immediately to indicate that she’s typing.

              what an ass – she says, and then a second message comes through – you deserve a drink.

              way ahead of you – you tell her, sending her a picture of your fancy looking cocktail.

              pick up a handsome stranger – she suggests with a cheeky emoji – and never agree to a blind date from your mom again.

              haha – you roll your eyes as you type – i’m just going to go home, order pizza, and watch a movie or something

              suit yourself – she sends with a shrugging emoji – call me later

              You sigh, sending her a thumbs up and leaning back from the bar. It’s a pretty restaurant, romantic and warm, and you really would have liked to eat here. You watch the ice in your glass melting for a minute and check the time. You should go home, kick off these ridiculously high heels, and find something infinitely more comfortable to wear than this dress.

              You’re a moment away from standing up and going to going to coat check when the bartender returns and slides another drink in front of you with a smile.

              “Oh,” you shake your head slightly, “I didn’t order another drink,”

              “It’s from the gentlemen across the bar,” he nods over his shoulder in a vague direction.

              “Thank you,” you tell him, and you’re sure the surprise is evident on your face. As he leaves to tend to other patrons, you turn and look for the men who sent you the drink.

              The first thing you realize is how striking they are, and the one with the sharp eyes raises his glass to you and nods with a smile. The man next to him, with kind eyes and an easy, relaxed air about him simply gives you a warm smile before turning back to his friend.

              You recover quickly from your surprise and nod back in thanks. They make no effort to get up, and both have already looked away from you, so you accept the drink quietly and settle back into your seat at the bar for just one more. The only thing is that you can’t stop glancing over at them, handsome and ignoring you, which just about always describes your type. The kind looking taller man stands, and you watch him out of the corner of his eye as he drops a handful of bills on the bar. He leans in close to his friend and murmurs something in his ear, and you watch when his hand rests on the back of his neck, and softly strokes the hair at the nape of his neck. More than friends then.

              As the tall one disappears back into the restaurant, presumably to find the bathroom or check on their table, you realize these men are clearly a couple who realized you had been stood up and sent you a drink. It was sweet, and also kind of sad, and you draw your eyes back down to your phone to finish your drink in relative peace and silence.

              It startles you when a man slides into the seat next to you, and you realize it’s the one with the striking eyes and plush mouth, no longer across the bar but right here in front of you. He smiles wide, revealing perfectly white teeth, “Hello,” he says and his voice is deeper than you expected.

              “Hi,” you shift in your seat to angle towards him just a bit, “I guess I should be thanking you for the drink,”

              He shakes his head, waving your thanks away, “Forgive me if I’m assuming something here,” he says, “but you look dressed for a date.”

              “Mm,” you nod and shrug, “he didn’t show,”

              “I thought that might be the case,” he says, and he breaks your gaze to reach out for the bartender, ordering two more drinks with an easy silent hand gesture.

              “And you?” You ask him, a striking flutter in your stomach when he looks at you again, “Are you and your partner waiting for a table?”

              “Husband,” he corrects softly and then moves smoothly past it, “No, we just stopped by for a drink or two. We just noticed you sitting alone and thought we might be able to make your night a little better,”

              “That’s very kind,” you smile, relaxing into some easy conversation. He’s handsome, and it makes you feel a little like blushing every time he looks at you, but knowing the pressure is off for flirting leaves you feeling more comfortable than not.

              “I’m Seonghwa,” he introduces himself.

              “y/n,” you reply.

              “That’s pretty,” he smiles, and as the bartender returns with the two drinks you realize one isn’t for you, but for his husband. You had most of the drink that they bought you left, and you take a quick sip as Seonghwa thanks the bartender and takes one of the drinks.

              You’re about to thank him again or find something to make conversation about, when a hand drops onto the back of your chair and Seonghwa’s husband steps closer, occupying the space between your two bar seats and feeling even taller standing over you. He’s handsome too, especially up close where you can really be dazzled by his kind smile and broad shoulders.

              “There you are,” the man smiles down at Seonghwa and then turns to you, “I’m Yunho,”

              “y/n,” you tell him, and you don’t miss the way Seonghwa’s hand reaches around Yunho to rest on his back.

              “That is pretty,” he nods, and then he refocuses on the drinks at the bar, “is that for me?”

              Seonghwa nods and passes him the glass.

              Yunho’s hand stays anchored on the back of your chair, but you don’t mind. You’re tucked up close with them at the bar, these two strangers, but it feels comfortable and easy, and almost like you’re sharing a little secret amongst the three of you. You don’t mind not being alone at the bar anymore either.

              “So, your date,” Yunho moves the light conversation back to you, “did he get stuck at work or something?”

              “Ah,” you sigh, shaking your head, “no, he’s just a no show. It was a blind date though, so maybe I dodged a bullet.”

              “I’d say so,” Seonghwa observes.

              “His loss,” Yunho agrees, “I’m sure he’d be kicking himself if he knew how beautiful you are,”

              His tone is almost flirtatious, and you can’t hide the blush that warms your cheeks, aided slightly by the second cocktail. “Well,” you take a sip of your drink, “thank you,”

              “I never liked blind dates,” Seonghwa’s nose scrunches a bit at the idea and Yunho laughs.

              “You went on one,” Yunho shakes his head, “and you were twenty. Of course, it was terrible,”

              Seonghwa smirks up at him, “I meant I never liked the idea of them,”

              They’re sweet together, and you think idlily for a moment you wouldn’t mind being their friend.

              Yunho turns back to you and holds your gaze, “Do you do this a lot, then?”

              “Blind dates?” You clarify and he nods. “Lately,” you smile, “I’m doing my best to appease my very nervous mother,”

              “Ah,” he takes a long sip of his drink and then asks, “no promising candidates?”

              “Not yet,” you laugh, “I think I’m about to give up dating men entirely.”

              Yunho hums, a low pleased sound and looks to Seonghwa before meeting your eyes, “You need someone to take care of you.”

              The tone has shifted from casual joking to whatever this is with one look, and you feel a sudden strike of heat in your stomach. There’s no mistaking his gaze now, and you wonder suddenly how you got so far out into such deep water.

              Seonghwa’s voice is low and direct when he says, “We could take care of you.”

              You lower your drink to the bar, afraid that if you don’t it might slip right through your fingers, and they watch you carefully. The way your eyes widen in surprise and your lips part softly, a pink flush up your neck and cheeks. When you shift on your barstool, your legs tightening, unconsciously applying a little pressure to your core, they know they have you.

              “I’m not sure I understand,” you manage.

              “If you’re interested,” Seonghwa leans forwards just a few inches, “we’d like to take you home with us.”

              “Tonight?” you ask.

              Yunho grins, quietly laughing, “Yes, tonight.”

              “But I thought you were,” you gesture between them, drawing a line in the air from Seonghwa to Yunho and back again.

              “We are,” Seonghwa smiles, “but that doesn’t mean we aren’t interested in you, and we still would like to take you home.”

              You’re suddenly a little embarrassed, you didn’t mean to assume anything about their relationship or their sexuality, but you’d be lying if you said this is what you expected when they came over to have a drink with you. You nod, mostly to yourself and consider their words. You want them, a striking realization. You want them, and you want them to take you apart, and that thought terrifies you.

              “What does taking me home mean, exactly?” You ask.

              “It means you would spend the night with us,” Seonghwa explains.

              “All of us,” you clarify, “together?”

              “If you’d like,” he nods.

              They wait patiently while you consider things, and in the back of your mind you hear your best friend’s voice in your head, she had suggested you find a handsome stranger. You certainly didn’t expect to find two. You look between them, their eyes still warm and kind, and you have a sense that you can trust them. As you take a breath to answer them, you hope you aren’t wrong, “Okay,”

              “You don’t have to be nervous,” Yunho says softly, and you’re suddenly aware of how close he’s been standing to you this whole time, “we’ll take good care of you.”

              For some reason, you believe him.

              You swallow hard, your skin buzzing with anxious anticipation. Seonghwa seems visibly relaxed now that you’ve agreed, and he takes a sip of his drink, “We’ve been looking for someone to dote on,”

              They seem amused by your expression, and you shake it off come back to reality. You’ve had one night stands before, but they’re few and far between and never quite like this, but no matter how safe they are making you feel now, you should treat it like any other time in the past. You clear your throat softly and ask, “Would you be uncomfortable if I shared your address with my friend?”

              “Not at all,” Yunho shakes his head, “whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

              You take your phone off the bar and open your texts, tapping out a quick message to your friend to let her know you took her advice, and you’d call her tomorrow, before sharing your location with her indefinitely.

              “Once you’re ready,” Seonghwa nods to your drink on the bar.

              “Oh,” You push the drink away slightly, “honestly, I’d rather keep a clear head.”

              “Of course,” he smiles, and lays his hand on top of yours.

              “I’ll order a car,” Yunho says, and he quickly organizes an Uber ride to pick you up outside the restaurant.

              It feels like before you can blink, you’re tucked between the two of them in the back of a black sedan, their apartment only twenty minutes away in the evening Seoul traffic. The ride is quiet, and you hope they can’t hear the way your heart is pounding against your ribs. This was easily the most spur of the moment thing you’ve ever done, but after months of failed dates with boring men you don’t seem to care.

              Seonghwa gently runs the back of his knuckles down your forearm, and you inhale sharply, your skin erupting in goosebumps. He looks over to you, but his hand against your arm doesn’t still, “You okay, love?”

              You nod, but you’re unable to really say anything after the way his voice sounded, low and crisp when he called you love. Something deep inside you wants him to say it again.

              The car drives on, and Yunho seems calm and collected as he watches the city flick by outside. Your body tenses when he drops a hand on your bare knee, sliding it up just enough so that his fingertips rest softly on your inner thigh, his thumb stroking your knee slowly, steadily. You can’t help but picture him moving his hand further up your thigh, under your skirt, teasing your wet folds with his long fingers, sinking them inside you. You don’t even realize the way you’ve parted your knees for him like a reflex, only an inch or two wider, but he smiles softly at your response and continues watching out the window.

              You notice the thin, simple ring he wears on his index finger and realize that neither of them is wearing a traditional wedding band.

              “We’re not far now,” Seonghwa tells you, and you nod, shaken out of your thoughts.

              Yunho’s hand stays steady on your knee, possessive, the weight of it grounding you to the moment as the car finally turns down their street and slows to a stop, hazard lights on. Yunho opens his door, tightening the hand on your knee for just a moment before pulling away and climbing out of the car, and your breath quickens.

              He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, you don’t want to be unsteady on your heels or in this tight dress. The street is busy, cars rushing past you in the night, and Yunho keeps you tucked between himself and the car, maneuvering you with ease and a hand on your waist.

              You meet Seonghwa on the sidewalk, and he waves you towards the tall apartment building. You pass through an entry way with a doorman who greets Seonghwa and Yunho kindly, calling you miss even though you’re pretty sure you’re older than both men by a couple of years, and get into an elevator to take you to the tenth floor.

              The building is nice, incredibly nice. Far nicer than yours, and you wonder what their jobs could be to accommodate something like this in such an expensive part of Seoul.

              Once inside their apartment, the gentle tension between the three of you diffuses, as you’re finally able to acknowledge more openly what’s about to happen. You step into their space and look around, wide windows along the far wall, clean and neat décor – masculine with a few interesting accents, and it’s overwhelmingly clean.

              “Welcome,” Seonghwa takes your coat and hangs it neatly in the entryway closet before ushering you more properly inside. “I’ll get you some water? Unless you’ve changed your mind about the drink?”

              “Water’s fine,” you smile, and he steps through the open concept space into a large, bright kitchen.

              “This apartment is beautiful,” you say as you take it in.

              “Thank you,” Yunho smiles, seeming even more relaxed now that he’s at home, “we love it here. It’s right in the middle of everything,”

              “What is it that you both do?” You ask, trying to find a tactful way of finding out how they could possibly afford the space.

              Seonghwa returns with your water, and they bring you into the living room, gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Yunho takes a seat on chair opposite you, “Seonghwa’s a writer,” he smiles up at his husband, clearly proud, “and I’m a lawyer,”

              “That’s interesting,” you lean forwards, and Seonghwa moves past you to sit on the sofa with you.

              Yunho makes a face and shrugs, “It’s contract law, so not that interesting really, but he’s published now.”

              Seonghwa looks a little shy while his husband touts his accomplishments, and shakes his head, “it’s nothing, really.”

              Yunho shakes his head, “It’s two books,”

              “That’s impressive actually,” you tell him, “novels?”

              “Yes,” he nods.

              “I’d love to see,”

              “Another time,” Seonghwa shakes his head and waves Yunho off, who you can tell is a breath away from running to the bookshelf.

              Seonghwa shifts a little closer to you on the couch, “What about you?”

              “Oh,” you smile, “I’m an engineer,” a job that the men you dated often found intimidating.

              “Interesting,” he replies, “do you like it?”

              “Very much,” It feels suddenly like you’re on a real date with them, and you’re grateful that they are easing you into their space and the night, it helps your nerves melt away. “How did you two meet?”

              “College,” Yunho looks to Seonghwa, and you can see the deep affection in his face.

              “That’s nice,” you murmur.

              “y/n,” Seonghwa clears his throat, “can I ask how old you are?”

              “I’m thirty,” you offer without hesitation, “and I’m a little upset that you guys have a much nicer apartment than I do when you’re younger than me.”

              Yunho chuckles and shrugs, and after a beat you find yourself asking too, “How old are you both, then?”

              “Twenty-seven,” Yunho offers and nods to Seonghwa, “he’s twenty-eight.”

              “Two books by twenty-eight,” you sigh, “I see why you talk him up,” you say to Yunho, and he smiles, eyebrows raised to Seonghwa.

              You take a long sip of water and it’s quiet, a lull in conversation, and you watch as Yunho and Seonghwa silently communicate something with their eyes.

              “Is there anything else you need?” Seonghwa hand rests on your leg for a moment.

              “No, I think I’m fine,”

              “Then we should discuss tonight,” Seonghwa says, “we’d like to be sure we understand your boundaries.”

              “Oh,” you’re surprised again, “okay, that makes sense. We hardly know each other,”

              “Exactly,” he nods, before looking to Yunho and giving him a nod.

              Yunho leans forwards in his chair, elbows on his knees and he gently clasps his hands in front of him before he says, “First, I should ask, do you have any hard lines? Anything specific that makes you uncomfortable?”

              “I don’t think so,” you search your brain, but can’t come up with anything.

              He nods and adjusts, “Let me ask it a little differently,” he says, “are you comfortable being more submissive?”

              You blush, and Yunho smiles, loving the way you jumped into this experience headfirst but still seem completely embarrassed by the logistics of it. You nod a beat later to respond to his question, “I’d prefer it,” you tell him honestly.

              “That’s good,” his eyes flick to Seonghwa, and back to you. “If I had to guess, you seem like you would enjoy praise, but how about a little degradation? Name calling and more targeted dirty talk?”

              Your stomach tightens at his words, and you nod again, “All good.”

              “And pain?” He checks.

              “What do you mean?” You fold your arms unconsciously, leaning back and crossing your arms in front of you, which does not go unnoticed by either of them. The spectrum of pain that could be incorporated into sex is a wide one, and you’re suddenly nervous.

              “It’s okay if you don’t like it,” he assures you, “it’s just good for us to know before we start anything.”

              “I mean,” you let your arms drop, and try to delicately work out exactly what he means, “rough sex is fine, that can be good, and I don’t mind light things, I guess? I just wouldn’t want to,” you knot your hands together, “actually be in pain, I don’t think I would like that.”

              He nods along with your words, “I understand,” he says, holding your gaze, “we won’t hurt you.”

              “Last thing,” Seonghwa brushes a hand down your back, “if you want to stop for anything – to take a break, to stop altogether, or if you don’t like something, just tell us. We want you to feel safe with us,”

              “I do so far,” you admit.

              “Well then,” Seonghwa smiles and looks to Yunho, “is there anything else?”

              “Ah,” Yunho nods, “birth control. Should we be concerned about that, would you prefer we wear condoms?”

              “I’m on birth control, but,” you look between them, “is this something you do often?”

              Yunho shakes his head, a warm, small smile on his lips, “No, and we’ve been tested since our last additional partner. What about you?”

              You laugh and shrug, “I haven’t gotten out much lately, and at my last physical I tested clean,”

              “Then we’re comfortable if you are,”

              “I am,” you nod, and Yunho leans back in his seat, looking pleased. You were both taking some things on faith about each other, but everything’s felt shockingly right since the bar, and with the way Yunho was carefully walking through your boundaries beforehand, you feel like you can trust them.

              Yunho leans back in his chair fully, his legs seated wide open, and his eyes darken. “Hwa,” he nods to his husband, and you realize you’re about to start – no longer talking in hypotheticals.

              “y/n,” Seonghwa’s voice is soft and a little tender, “come here, love.”

              You lean towards him, and slowly he presses his mouth to yours. He’s careful with you, kissing you with closed lips and settling his hand on your hip, but slowly he starts to probe forwards. His tongue dips deliciously into your mouth as your lips part, and his hands start to stray as he moves to hover over you as you still sit side by side on the couch.

              Seonghwa’s lips move across your jaw and slowly down your throat, when his hand on your ribs tightens, you gasp pleasantly.

              “Mm,” Seonghwa hums against your throat, “you’re so responsive,”

              At a nip of his teeth you jump, a little shockwave running over you. You shift to kiss his lips again, and he drags you forwards against him so you can hold onto his shoulders. You hum against his lips and try to shift so that you’re facing him better on the couch but the tight column of your dress gets in the way of your movement.

              Seonghwa tugs collar of the navy-blue dress a little and you feel his fingers find the zipper on the back, “Let’s take this off you, hmm?”

              You nod, all you seem to be able to do with your brain short circuiting like this, and he drags the zipper down to expose your back to the cool air of the apartment. Seonghwa peels it away from you with ease, and it pools at your waist. You’ll need to stand to shimmy it off fully, but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush.

              He drinks you in, and you’re suddenly grateful that you chose the underwear you did. He cups your breast over your bra, a little lace in peachy pink, and squeezes softly. “Isn’t she perfect?” Seonghwa turns and looks to Yunho.

              You had almost forgotten he was in the room, so quiet while you and Seonghwa explored each other, but when you follow his gaze, you see Yunho’s eyes dark with desire his lips wet. “Perfect,” he confirms.

              Seonghwa stands and pulls you to your feet, and he loosens the zipper on the back of your dress the rest of the way. With a slide of his hands he strips the fabric off you, his hands splayed wide on your thighs as he settles behind you.

              Yunho holds a handout to you, and you step forwards, Seonghwa’s hands falling away.

              “Come sit,” he adjusts his legs and pats his thigh, prompting you to straddle him on the chair and sit on his lap, facing him.

              His gaze is exposing, and you can feel yourself blushing when you look away from him. He makes a negative noise with his tongue against his teeth, and he raises your eyes with his and on your jaw, “What’s the matter, baby?”

              “Nothing,” you shake your head, “I just don’t know that anyone’s ever looked at me this closely before,”

              He smiles and looks down at your body, pressing softly on your chest to make you lean away from him a little, and you brace yourself with a hand behind you on his knee. He drags his middle and ring finger down your body, starting at your breastbone and coasting slowly over your stomach, dipping along your navel, and stopping just above the hemline of your panties. He strokes the skin here, massaging it gently, “You deserve to be looked at,” he lets his thumb slip under your panties, continuing his massaging circles, “and to be touched.”

              “Oh,” you shiver, and he likes the way you’re already twitching with need above him.

              “Do you want to be touched?” his thumb slides lower and brushes it lightly your skin.

              You nod, a little desperately, “Yes,” you already sound a little breathless.

              “Not yet,” he moves suddenly, sitting up and dragging you forwards against him in one smooth movement, and he catches your mouth with his, he’s lips insistent and hungry against yours.

              His hands roam your body, palming each breast, sweeping along your hips and thighs, and squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. You can’t help the soft moan that slips out of your mouth when he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, and he sighs into you.

              “Yunho,” Seonghwa’s voice cuts through and you both break the kiss to turn to him, “let’s take her to bed, hmm?”

              “Mhm,” he holds you close and hoists himself standing, pulling your legs up around his hips and hooking one of his arms under your hips to hold you up, “Let’s go,”

              “You can put me down,” you offer him.

              “Not a chance,” his hands squeeze you.

              Once in the bedroom, he deposits you in the center of their king mattress, appraising you and waiting for Seonghwa.

              “You look good in our bed,” Seonghwa observes, his voice dropping at the sight of you.

              You push up on your elbows, “Where should we start?”

              “Just relax,” Yunho eases you, “we’re in no rush,”

              Yunho moves behind Seonghwa, dropping his head to nuzzle softly against his temple, bringing his arms around Seonghwa’s shoulders. Your mouth runs dry the minute you watch Yunho’s mouth working against Seonghwa’s throat, and his hands start to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, bearing Seonghwa’s chest to you little by precious little.

              You inhale sharply and watch Seonghwa drop his head back to bare his neck, adorned in a fine gold chain, his eyes slipping shut and letting himself sink into the tender ministrations of his lover. As Yunho runs his hands up Seonghwa’s chest slowly, your legs part on their own and the hand you had resting on your stomach starts to creep lower.      

              You can’t tear your eyes away from them, Seonghwa’s chest rising and falling in quick pants as Yunho sucks on his pulse points and runs his thumb across a nipple. You dip your fingers under your panties, sinking your fingers into your already wet folds, and start to circle your fingers expertly on your already swollen clit.

              At a broken little whimper from your lips, Yunho and Seonghwa both look to you and for a moment they watch the way your hand bobs up and down, fabric straining over the back of your knuckles, but then Seonghwa steps forwards and seizes your wrist, pulling your hand free.

“We told you,” He kneels on the bed by your side, “we’ll take care of you.” He raises your hand to his lips and takes your wet fingers into his mouth, tongue curling around your digits and sucking off any evidence of your arousal.

              “Oh,” you breathe, nearly groaning at the sensation.

              He slides your fingers slowly from his mouth, kissing the tips softly before dropping your hand back on your stomach and sliding off the bed again. In the interim, Yunho has stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, and you’re electric with anticipation.

              “You have to taste her,” Seonghwa says, unbuckling his belt to drop his trousers, leaving him in just his boxers.

              “I will,” Yunho assures him, and the promise of it has you aching to be touched.

              Seonghwa slips back onto the bed with you, only this time he slides down to lay next to you, rolling you to face him on your side and kisses you hard, his lips more insistent this time and his hand tight on your hip. The bed dips behind you, and Yunho brings himself close to your back, almost spooning. He runs his hand along your thigh and presses it up, maneuvering your one leg up and bent at the knee, and Seonghwa deftly catches it and holds it hitched over his hip.

              You’re trembling when Yunho starts to touch you, running his finger along your clothed slit, and you want to beg for more, but Seonghwa won’t let you leave his kisses for anything but air. Yunho knows though, reading your body’s twitches and jerks, and he hooks his finger under the edge of your panties to push them aside and sink a single finger inside you. You gasp against Seonghwa’s mouth and Yunho kisses your bare shoulder, “You’re so tight, baby,” he works his finger in and out of you slowly, “do you really think you can take us?”

              Seonghwa smiles against your mouth and his fingers tighten on your thigh, “Too tight for Yunho’s fingers?”

              All you can manage is a moan, and when Yunho pulls out this time, he adds a second finger and presses you open more. “We can work you open,” he breaths against your back, warm breath on your bare skin, “don’t worry, baby.”

              “Oh my god,” you can’t believe how good they are at this, practiced in how to touch and what to say, and you know there’s no coming back from this, every touch making you more insatiable.

              Yunho’s fingers leave you, and he leans away to unhook your bra, sliding the straps down and you maneuver with them to take it off and toss it aside. Seonghwa moves closer, impossibly so, and slides his leg between yours, pressing up firmly with his thigh against your center. He slips a hand into your hair and holds you firmly before holding your gaze tightly and nodding, his thigh flexing under you.

              You know what he wants instantly, and you rock against him, grinding yourself down on his bare thigh, the rough lace of your underwear creating sharp friction against your clit. Yunho’s hand slips between you, palming your bare breast and tweaking your nipple, flicking and rolling it as it pebbles up hard under his fingers.

              Seonghwa’s face has a hardened edge to it now, and you hold onto him desperately as you work yourself against him, embarrassingly close to coming already. He adjusts his hold on your hair and holds you tight, “Come on then,” he taunts you, “you wanted to make yourself come so badly,”

              “Oh god,” you try to drop your eyes, but he holds you steady, his free hand delivering a quick slap to your backside.

              You jolt, whimpering into a moan, and Yunho massages the spot to soothe the sting. When you come it’s fast against Seonghwa’s thigh, and they let you drop back against the bed a moment later.

              Yunho pulls his shirt over his head and lays back flat against the bed, getting himself comfortable before he turns to you. You’re looking into his eyes when you feel a tug on your panties, Seonghwa pulling them down and off you.

              “I need you to come up here,” Yunho grins, tapping his chin. 

              “What do you,” you’re starting to say, put Seonghwa has already pulled you up and away from Yunho before you can finish your sentence.

              “You’re going to sit on his face,” Seonghwa says, not a question but a command, “and he’s going to make you come.”

              Your breath is caught in your throat, but you’re ready, throwing your nerves and any lingering self-consciousness out the window. Seonghwa watches as you move to climb onto Yunho, but he interrupts you when he sees which way you’ll be facing. “Turn the other way,” he says, and guides you until you straddle Yunho, resting two hands on his chest to hold yourself steady.

              Yunho pulls you down sharply, his tongue probing your slick folds to find your clit. His arms wrap tightly around your hips to hold you steady, and you’re left to do nothing but hold yourself up and rock your hips against his tongue.

              “Eyes on me,” Seonghwa says, and your head snaps up. Seonghwa pulls Yunho’s boxers down his legs with ease, and your eyes widen at the sight of his cock standing hard at attention. You moan, wanting him with such a sudden heat that your hips drop down a little further and you hear Yunho hum, pleased and encouraging.

              Seonghwa drops between Yunho’s legs, and though Seonghwa himself is not a small man, between Yunho’s thighs and long legs he looks it. You watch as Seonghwa starts to work Yunho’s cock, rolling his wrist and pumping up and down his thick length. Yunho moans into you and sucks your clit sharply in response, your brain spiking with pleasure, and you collapse further down onto Yunho.

              “I’ll show you what he likes,” Seonghwa says, and he dips his head to accept Yunho in his mouth. His hips jerk, and Seonghwa slaps Yunho’s thigh softly as if to tell him off. Seonghwa bobs his head up and down Yunho’s cock, as far down as he can take him comfortably and you are flushed with heat, a tight knot of pleasure building inside you.

              Yunho moans into you again and your legs start to shake, his constant attention to your clit driving you up fast and you can’t control the sounds that leave you now. Seonghwa pulls off Yunho when he hears you, and reaches up to take your chin, “Spit,” he commands, holding out his hand and you comply easily, pooling saliva in your mouth and letting it run from your lips into his hand.

              Seonghwa drops the hand you spit into on Yunho’s throbbing cock and works his hand faster now, the sound slick and wet and with Seonghwa’s eyes on you, you come again, falling fully onto Yunho’s chest and abdomen and arching your hips, letting him hold you to his tongue for as long as possible until he’s sure you’ve come through it.

              He pulls away from you with a gasp, “Hwa, stop, stop,” and you see the way Yunho’s hips are jerking, thrusting his cock into Seonghwa’s tight hand, too close to coming for how early it is in the night.

              Seonghwa pulls his hand away, and leans forward to kiss you, tender, “You’re doing so well,”

              You smile, dreamy, and ease yourself off Yunho.

              Yunho sits up, pulling you into his arms with ease, “Look at you,” he kisses you and smiles, “you’re perfect,”

              “Love,” Seonghwa brushes his hand along your thigh, “what do you need?”

              Your hand drifts, coasting down Yunho’s front, and you run your hand along his hard cock. Yunho groans softly, his eyes fluttering shut, and you kiss his chest, “I want you in my mouth,”

              Yunho pants slightly as you pump your hand, but you turn in his arms to look at Seonghwa, “and I want you inside me,”

              Seonghwa’s lips quirk into a smile and he chuckles, “Is that how you want to be treated, love? Like a whore?”

              No one’s ever called you that before, and you whine unexpectedly, Seonghwa watching when your face melts into a needy pout, and he knows he’s unlocking something for you.

              “If that’s what you want,” he shrugs, and he taps Yunho to tell him it’s time to move into a new position.

              When Yunho shifts off the bed to stand, Seonghwa kneels behind you, and he pulls your hips up fast to position you on all fours. The head of his cock is pressing at your entrance a second later, and he pushes down on your back to arch you open.

              “Please,” you look back at him, “please fuck me,”

              He shakes his head, “Take him in your mouth first,” He says, “as far as you can,”

              Yunho steps towards you, and you open your mouth eagerly, ready and waiting. He cups your chin and sinks his hand into your hair, holding the back of your head steady as he shifts his hips forwards and slides his cock over your wet tongue.

              You hear him exhale hard through his nose, and you extend your neck to take him further, your mouth stretched wide around him, and your throat opens to accept as much of him as you can take. He bumps the back of your throat, and you choke around him, your gag reflex firing and he slides himself out of your mouth. You shake your head, a heaving gasp on your lips, “No, no, I want to try again,”

              Yunho looks down at you, his tongue against his teeth as he holds himself back from throwing restraint away and fucking you throat, “Is that right? You want to choke on my cock?”

              “Please,” you groan, opening your mouth wide, looking up at him from under your lashes.

              He presses back in, and you take his cock down again, this time slower and more controlled. You steady your breathing, and when you softly choke against him this time, you keep your panic down and don’t gag against him, just struggle through a spluttering cough that seems to only make him harder. When you think you’re getting the hang of it, Seonghwa thrusts forwards and shoves his cock into deeply, griding his hips against you and gripping your waist once he’s fully seated inside you. The sudden stretch has you startled, and you pull off Yunho to cry out, your body trembling as you try to hold yourself up the way they want you.

              Seonghwa’s hand comes down quick, striking your soft skin, lighting up your backside pink, and you gasp into a choked cry. Yunho pushes your hair back from your face and crouches to be at your eye level, but before he can say anything, Seonghwa delivers another punishing spank and you jolt forwards, body shaking and a tight noise from your lips.

              “Hwa!” Yunho’s voice is quick and cutting and you feel Seonghwa still completely. Yunho holds your face and meets your eyes, “Too much? Are you alright?”

              “Why’d you stop?” You press your hips back into Seonghwa, panting and blinking through the haze, “Keep going, please, please,”

              “I knew it,” Seonghwa thrusts hard, knocking his hips into yours.

              Yunho presses a messy kiss to your lips, “You’re such a good girl,” he all but growls into your ear, and he stands again to press his cock head to your lips. You lick him sharply, your tongue flicking over his soft slit before you sink your mouth over him once more.

              Seonghwa picks up the pace of his thrusts, driving his cock into you at quick pace, and he curses tightly, “I knew it when I saw you at the bar,” he says, spanking you harshly again, “you were going to be a perfect little whore for us,”

              Your brain whites out at his words, the sensation of him filling you fully and completely combined with the sting of his slaps and Yunho’s cock in your mouth has you completely out of control, held tightly between both men as they thrust into you. Yunho’s hand tightens on your scalp, and he pulls away from you, addressing Seonghwa over your shaking body, “Slide back for me,”

              Seonghwa shifts back, his cock leaving you for a moment, and he pulls you across the sheets, repositioning you quickly before thrusting back inside you and resuming his relentless pace. Yunho kneels low in front of you on the bed, his knees open wide so he can sit low and better meet your gaze. He smiles at you, nodding when he sees the fucked-out expression on your face, and gathers your hair up, securing it a little better in one fist behind your head, his other hand coming to hold your jaw steady.

              You can’t control the noises that slip out of you now, your body feeling like a live wire as Seonghwa pistons his hips harder. Yunho watches you with awe, and he curses when you make particularly pained whine and grip down on the bedsheets beneath you.

              “Mhm,” Yunho coaxes you, his brows knit together as he nods, “there you go, taking Hwa so well,”

              Your muscles tighten down and Seonghwa groans behind you, quickening his hips.

              “Oh god, oh god,” you’ve never felt something like this, your body building to something new, and you feel the way your legs are shaking, hearing the vibration in your voice as you cry out. Yunho draws your hand to his stiff length, and you start to work it without a thought, dragging your hand over him at a steady pace, watching as Yunho’s mouth drops open in pleasure.

              Seonghwa’s hand drops down on your ass again, fully unexpected this time, and you cry out, a sharp, surprised sound, but it tumbles into a keening moan as a tight string inside your body breaks and you crest into a shaking orgasm.

              Yunho pulls you forwards, leaning you on his shoulder to help support you, and he kisses your hairline, his hand shifting to find your throat and squeezing down perfectly. “There you go,” he whispers to you, soothing you as you crash through it, “let go, baby, come for us, baby,”

              His hand releases and you inhale sharply, a tight high-pitched whine, and you press further forwards, your entire body shaking as you come down. Seonghwa pulls out of you, his hands that were a moment ago tight on your skin now soft and massaging, and he brushes his hand lightly over the tender pink skin where he slapped you, soothing you easily now.

              “I can’t breathe,” your chest is heaving, and Yunho directs you easily with his hands so that you’re lying back on the bed now, eyes shut as you recover your breath and try to feel your limbs again.

              Your eyes open again when a hand caresses your chest, softly stroking your skin and running over your stomach. Seonghwa is looking down at you with kind eyes, “Hello, love,”

              You sigh, a long deep exhale and reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers together, “Hi,”

              “Feeling good?” He smiles.

              “So good,” you let your head loll to the side and bump right into Yunho’s thigh.

              “Hey, pretty girl,” He takes your free hand and kisses it softly.

              “God,” your body still feels like it has the shakes, “I didn’t know it could be like that,”

              Seonghwa grins, “We’re not done with you just yet,”

              Yunho slides away from you and moves to the other side of the bed, closing his hands around your calves and dragging you forwards to position you better. He opens your legs, folding them back and you feel your them starting to tremble again already.

              Yunho sighs, and you watch him palm his cock, stroking it as he moves closer to you, nudging your clit with the warm velvet head. Your legs jerk, your hips shifting back and away at the overstimulation, and he shushes you softly, brushing his hand up the back of your thigh and looking down at your warmly, “You’re alright,” he soothes you.

              You watch as he looks up to his husband, and moments later Seonghwa moves in low behind you, reaching around you to take each of your legs and hold you open. Yunho bites his lip softly as he looks down at you before reaching to the side and grabbing a small bottle of lube. He spreads just enough over his cock to make it glisten from tip to base, and when he starts to press inside of you, you’re so grateful for it. If Seonghwa had filled you completely, Yunho was splitting you open and you cry out, your hips shifting back on their own and your head dropping back against Seonghwa’s shoulder.

              Yunho presses forwards, stretching you open, and Seonghwa kisses your temple softly, “Come on, noona,” he whispers, husky, “you can take him.”

              The sound that leaves your lips is sudden and wanton, and when your eyes flutter back open you see Yunho grinning down at you, his cock now fully sheathed inside you. “Listen to you,” he teases, rocking his hips a little, “you liked that.”

              “I don’t,” you shake your head, struggling to reach for coherent thought as he starts to pump himself in and out of you, dragging along your g-spot perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure up your whole body every time he sinks all the way inside, “Fuck, fuck, god,”

              Seonghwa holds your shaking legs open, but dips low to catch your ear in his teeth, softly pulling on the lobe and kissing the hollow of your ear, “Such a dirty mouth, noona,”

              You’re crying now, you have to be with the whimpering sounds that leave you now, but you can’t make sense of anything, just the feeling of Yunho’s hands on your hips, his cock filling every tight little space of your cunt, and Seonghwa’s voice at your ear.

              “Fuck,” your body starts to spasm, and you hear Yunho chuckle, “please, please, fuck,”

              Seonghwa looks up to Yunho, “Faster,” he directs him.

              Yunho tips forwards, his large hands closing over your waist to hold you steady as he fucks into faster, driving his hips down with a pointed snap on every downward thrust. Seonghwa holds you tight, kissing your face, “Do you like being our noona, baby?”

              Your body shakes, locking up and you drop your head back to the bed, letting them both hold you down. Seonghwa shifts his hand to massage your clit and you keen, your walls spasming tightly around Yunho’s hard length as you come apart beneath him.

              “Good girl,” Yunho groans, “come on my cock, noona,”

              You brain blanks, your body quaking uncontrollably and the wave of your orgasm holding you under, blood rushing in your ears.

              Seonghwa chuckles above you, “There we go,”

              Yunho continues to pump his hips, “I have to come,”

              Seonghwa eases up on his forearms, cupping Yunho’s cheek, “Come then,”

              As your body flutters through your orgasm, Yunho groans above you, collapsing on top of you and coming hot and fast inside you. His chest is pressed against yours, and you can feel the way his heart is hammering away, and Seonghwa brushes a hand down both of your sweat slick skin, comforting and calming. When Yunho recovers, he lifts up and captures your mouth in a kiss, sighing against you.

              A few moments pass, and then Yunho realizes you’re shaking beneath him like a leaf, and he slides out of you, rolling to the side.

              Seonghwa cups your cheek, looking at how thoroughly spent you look, but he drags his thumb along your lower lip, “Can you take a little more?”

              “More,” you repeat, but you brain hasn’t reconnected yet.

He pulls you gently so that you’re further on the bed, and slides between your legs, “Can you?”

You’re not entirely sure that you can, but you nod and let him open your legs up to thrust slowly back inside you. He rolls his hips into you slower this time, and you can tell just from looking at him for a moment that he’s close.

You reach to the side, your hand connecting with some extremity, and you gasp out, “Yunho,”

He shifts around to kneel by you both, and as Seonghwa works himself inside you, Yunho cups your cheek, smiling when he sees the way you’re still shaking.

“Yunho,” you repeat, your voice caught in a moan.

“I’m here,” he murmurs softly.

“He’s close,” you pant, and Yunho’s eyes darken, Seonghwa making a shaky groan above you, “he needs to come,”

Yunho realizes in a second what you’re looking for, and it fills him with warmth. Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Seonghwa’s shoulder, before surging forwards and catching his mouth in a heady kiss. Yunho drags a hand down his back, cupping his ass and urging him to fuck you faster. He leans in to his husband’s ear, “You look so beautiful fucking her, so beautiful,”

Seonghwa moans against Yunho, panting as they lean against each other, foreheads pressed together, and you whine beneath them, reaching to tease Seonghwa’s nipple under your thumb to get him closer.

“Oh fuck,” He stutters.

“Please, Hwa,” you moan, “please, come, I need it, I need it,”

You watch as Yunho secures a hand to Seonghwa’s throat and squeezes, and he jerks, coming hard and sudden, his hands that are holding you steady gripping down hard enough to leave bruises. Yunho lets him go but kisses him hard.

Seonghwa pulls out and comes up on his knees between your legs, and your muscles flutter, still spasming with little aftershocks, and you feel the rush of wet warmth between your legs when their combined release drips out of you.

You’re all a little dazed, but Seonghwa recovers first, and you listen as he starts water in the bathroom for a bath. Yunho smiles softly and pulls you into his arms, lifting you with ease and following Seonghwa into the large ensuite.

“How’s that?” Yunho kisses your temple tenderly when he deposits you in the warm water of the bath, and you groan pleasantly at the sensation.

              “Perfect,”

              Seonghwa and Yunho both shower together, poking their heads around the glass wall to make sure you’re still doing okay every few minutes, and by the time they’re cleaned up and wearing soft sleep pants and t-shirts, the water is starting to go tepid and you’re ready to come out.

              Once again, Yunho holds you steady as you step out of the bath and Seonghwa wraps you in a fluffy white towel, patting you dry while Yunho holds you standing and handing you a pretty, champagne colored robe.

              “You can use this for now,” he murmurs, and you tie it around you.

              “Let’s get you some water and some food,” Yunho says, his tone like Seonghwa’s, even and low.

              “I feel like I’m in a fog,” you take a deep breath and sweep your hair back from your face.

              “Mm,” Seonghwa nods, “you need rest.”

              “Can I,” you taken an unsteady step and they both move to hold you steady, “do you mind if I stay for just a bit, I think you’re right, I could use some water.”

              Yunho shakes his head at you, amused, “You’ll stay with us tonight, don’t worry about a thing.”

              “I don’t want to impose,” you sigh.

              “It isn’t an imposition,” Seonghwa insists, “we want you here. Now relax and let us help,”

              So you do. They keep you close for the rest of the evening, cooking for you and massaging the aching muscles in your neck, kissing you with soft familiarity, and treating you much more like a date than a one-night stand.

              Later, you rest in bed between them, laying up on Yunho’s chest and talking to him softly as Seonghwa brushes through your tangled hair. Yunho plays with your fingers, idlily as you lean against him. Your thumb passes over his bare ring finger.              

              “You don’t wear wedding bands,” you observe, more of a statement than a question.

              “Not traditional ones,” Yunho smiles, and he moves your fingers to pass over the ring he wears on his index finger.

              “I wear my chain,” Seonghwa says from your side, and you remember the gold adornment around his neck from earlier.

              “I like non-traditional,” you murmur.

              “It always worked better for us,” Yunho shrugs, “maybe it works better for you too.”

              You hum softly, kissing his chest and Seonghwa puts the hairbrush aside to cuddle close to you both.

              “Noona,” Seonghwa runs a hand across your arm, “how would you feel about doing this again?”

              You blush at his innocuous use of noona after your unexpected response to it earlier, and Yunho chuckles. You look between them, “You mean seeing you both again? The sex?”

              “Yes,” Seonghwa nods, “seeing us again,”

              You nod, trying to control your grin and Yunho dips to kiss you soundly, “Good,”

              “We like you here,” Seonghwa sighs against you.

              “I like me here,”

              They wrap you up between them, soft touches and traded kisses, and you have no idea what more time with them will mean, but you’ll take anything if it means you can rest like this in their arms a little while longer.

Its so perfect

park sunghoon : the boy next door trope

"are you okay, y/n?" "yep, 'm just fine." "don't lie, i know you're finding it hard to not picture me shirtless."

pairing : shy, figure skater!sunghoon x popular extravert!reader

summary : park sunghoon, the quiet figure skater from school has moved into the house right next door to your own. you never really paid attention to how cute he was until he starts walking around his room shirtless, knowing that your windows were adjacent to one another.

word count: 26,500 (hehe)

includes smut - minors DNI

this is pure fiction, characters included are all the same age (18).

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authors tmi : i listened to sunsetz by cigarettes after sex repeatedly while writing this

park sunghoon was stubborn and cocky, but oh so hot.

still to this day, you aren't sure if you regret meeting him or not- you aren't even sure how you managed to get wrapped up around him- but you curse the house next door.

if it weren't for it- park sunghoon and you would've continued on your separate paths in life- with no need to intertwine them.

the first time you had seen park sunghoon was during the beginning of year 9. he tall and slim and dorky. he was quiet, shy and he sat in the back of the class. he always seemed too aware of himself, obessing over the way his hair looked, and if his clothes were out of place.

needless to say, you didn't pay much attention to him during your first year of high school.

you had been swept up into the popular crowd early into your high school career. you weren't on any of the sports teams at your school nor were you neccessarily considered the prettiest girl in school, but you were nice and you loved to party.

you personally think that you started to grow into your features during your second year of high school. you became more confident with not only your personality, but your looks and appearance as well. that was also around the time that boys started to really look at you. you started to play around with a few guys at your school- building up your confidence even more.

year 10 of high school also brought on the insane increase of popularity to park sunghoon.

over the summer from year 9 to year 10, sunghoon had grown even taller. his dorky features had transitioned into a sharp, more defined structure. he started hanging out with the popular jocks at your school, seemingly to fit right in with them.

park sunghoon had become hot- and anyone who didn't agree was deemed as blind.

though, he was still just as shy as he was during your first year of high school. his shoulders had broadened but his choice of friends had not.

"who the hell is that?" chaehyun asked from beside, flipping her pink hair over her shoulder as she stared down into the hallway.

dayeon and you turned your heads to where she was looking- park sunghoon stood against the lockers, smiling as he listened to his friends joke around and shove each other.

"that's park sunghoon!" dayeon nudged chaehyun with a shake of her head, "we had math with him last year!"

"that's park sunghoon?" chaehyun's jaw dropped as she looked between you and the newly-attractive-boy down the hall. "what the hell happened to him?"

"figure skating's really paid off for him." dayeon shrugged leaning back against her own locker.

you hadn't been able to take your eyes off of him. his pale skin contrasted so prettily against the ugly blue of the lockers behind him. he seemed to never speak a word while he was surrounded with his friends, only a lazy smile or laugh would escape him.

"god, do you know how many girls are gonna want him this year?" chaehyun scoffed, leaning her head on dayeon's shoulder, "a lot compared to last year."

"do you think he's still a virgin?" dayeon asked, making you and chaehyun look at her.

"no way." chaehyun scoffed, shaking her head, "look at him!"

"i don't know, chae." you said, a smirk creeping onto your face as you turned back to park sunghoon. the thoughts of taking the quiet, good boy's virignity creeping into your mind, "he does seem to still have that 'pure' look about him, no?"

dayeon and chaehyun tilt their heads as they look at the boy down the hall, "no," they say at the same time.

"there is just no way a guy that hot is a virgin!" chaehyun insists.

the bell rings and the hall starts to scatter with voices and sutdents as they prepare for their next class to start. park sunghoon disappears into the crowd of them all.

"why don't you go ask him, then?" you tease chaehyun, your eyebrows wiggling on your forehead.

"you're crazy!" she exclaimed, nudging you with her shoulder.

"oh, she's definitely crazy if she thinks park sunghoon is still a virgin." dayeon chimed in, squeezing her way inbetween you two as you walked to your class.

"i am not! he's just too," you pause and think about your memory of him sitting in the back of your classes last year, "quiet, and passive."

you hear chaehyun and dayeon scoff behind, pushing past you to continue walking to their classes, shaking their heads at you.

-

by year 11 the whole school had deemed sunghoon as a virgin.

it took six months for chaehyun and dayeon to cave in and agree with you, and the rest of the school that perhaps sunghoon was a virgin afterall. a hot virgin.

you had seen sunghoon at some of the parties you attended on the weekends. he'd be nursing a red solo cup that he barely took a sip out of and leaned back against the walls, smirking every now and then at something one of his idiotic friends would say.

sunghoon had begun hanging out with the schools athletes some time the year before, becoming attatched at the hip with them like the rest of them were with each other.

you and your friends sat in the bleachers of their games, with sunghoon always sitting no too far away from you, having the most bored expression on his face at every game.

no one was really surprised when sunghoon started hanging out with the rest of them- he was an athelete himself- and his physical attractiveness fit in with them all.

it was his personality and overall demeanor that set him apart from them all- if their interests in sports weren't shared then there seemed to be nothing else in common between them and sunghoon.

he was the introvert in the extroverted friend group of boys.

you don't remember much of sunghoon from your year 11, only that you had tried to start a conversation with him once at a party, but gave up after a minute after his bored expression stared down at you in silence, only receiving a slight nod at your greeting.

you remember hearing a challenge going around among the girls in your school as to who could be the one to take park sunghoon's virginity.

it wasn't a secret that the rest of his friend group slept around- always leaving parties with a new girl- or hitting up a new girl every week. they were big flirts- but sunghoon was not.

or so it seemed.

"oh my god!" dayeon gasped out as she plopped herself onto the chair in front of you and chaehyun in the cafeteria. "did you guys hear about xiaoting and not tell me?"

chaehyun and you glanced at each other in confusion, "what are you talking about? we haven't heard anything about xiaoting." chaehyun shrugged at dayeon.

"oh my god!" dayeon gasped louder and reached across the table to pull you two closer to her, "xiaoting took park sunghoon's virignity." chaehyun and you copied the gasp that dayeon had done seconds before.

"xiaoting and sunghoon?" chaehyun repeated back, trying to make sure that she had heard her friend correctly.

"yes! can you believe it?" dayeon nodded, pushing you two back to your seats. "shen xiaoting took park sunghoon's virignity."

it wasn't really a shock that xiaoting and sunghoon would hook up.

shen xiaoting was the prettiest girl in your school and everyone knew it- including herself. she was the captain of the dance and cheerleading teams. she was slim, tall, had big doe eyes and every other characteristic that society deemed as the beauty standard.

you thought back and tried to remember if you had ever seen xiaoting and sunghoon together in the hallways, or in class or at a party- but your mind came up blank.

"what?" a voice chuckled out from beside your table. "who and who?"

the three of you turned and looked at park jay who stood at the side of your table, his hands coming forward to rest on the table so that his body leaned over.

park jay was best friends with sunghoon. he was the one who had introduced sunghoon to the rest of the friend group that they were in together. he was almost every sports team at the school, depending on a scholarship to get himself into a good college.

at that point, you had spoke to jay a few times at some parties, always taking shots together and flirting until you pushed him away for the night, teasing him that next time you'd get to be together with him.

"xiaoting and sunghoon." you shrugged out, taking a sip of your drink.

jay looked down at you, quirking his eyebrow up at the mention of his best friend- confirming that he had heard them right after all as he walked pass them. "you think shen xiaoting took sunghoon's virginity?" jay almost laughed out, holding back for the sake of his friends' diginity.

"yeah," you nodded up at him, "that's what we heard at least."

"is it true?" dayeon jumped in, a bit too excited sounding.

jay chuckled deeply as he stood up straight again, "no way." jay looked back at his friends' table breifly, "sunghoon wouldn't go for her."

"so, he's a virgin still?" chaehyun titled her head in confusion.

jay laughed at the certain word that seemed to be constantly floating around at your table, but only shrugged with a cocky grin.

"oh c'mon, what does that mean?" dayeon whined out, her lips jutting out.

"i don't know." jay shrugged again, his shoulders coming up to his ears with a cheesy grin on his face. "i'll see you guys around."

"jay! ugh." chaehyun groaned out, being dismissed by him as he waved his fingers teasingly at her, winking at you in the process.

you watched as jay sat down with his friends, swatting jake's head as he sat down beside him, making jake glare at him. he quickly joined in the conversation with his friends as your eyes travelled over the boys- your eyes stopping over a pair that was looking right back at you.

park sunghoon sat back in his chair, scanning your face almost lazily from across the cafeteria. his black hair had grown out long that year, his bangs draping over his forehead and landing in his eyes. he rolled a red apple lazily in his hands until the stem popped off into his fingers.

you felt your heartbeat pick up as he bit into the apple, his eyes only leaving your own then as he turned his attention back to his friends, his jaw flexing everytime he chewed the piece in his mouth.

"what did they want?" heeseung asked jay, nodding his head towards your table.

jay grabbed jungwon's drink and put it to his lips, blocking out the whines of jungwon telling him not to and shrugged, "wanted to know if xiaoting and sunghoon fucked."

"what?" jake laughed out, leaning over to look at sunghoon with amused eyes. "shen xiaoting, bro?"

jay put down jungwon's drink as he swallowed the liquid. jungwon quickly swept up his drink before jay could have anymore. "yeah, specifically that she took his virginity." jay smirked at his friends.

"bro!" jake called out again, his eyes widening more.

sunghoon only shook his head, taking another bite of his apple.

"what? you didn't hook up with her?" jake whined, his shoulders dropping.

sunghoon gave his friend an annoyed look, "you guys know i don't want to hook up with anyone that any of you have hooked up with." sunghoon rolled his eyes, "i'm not into sloppy seconds, or thirds, or fourths."

his friends all laughed at his reasoning, having heard him explain himself one million times before.

"well, if you want to hook up with anyone at this school then. you better hurry up and find a girl, because at this point there's only a few girls left." heeseung joked, winking at his friend.

sunghoon could only roll his eyes, before they landed on you again.

you had turnred your own attention back to your friends after he had looked away. realizing that you probably look like a creep to anyone who had watched you practically stare down park sunghoon.

"huh, y/n?" chaehyun nudged you from the side.

"what?" you asked, not realizing that she had spoken to you.

chaehyun rolled her eyes, "i said jay has the hots for you." she wiggled her eyebrows at the mention of the boy.

"oh, god." you chuckled out with a shake of your head.

"what?" dayeon leaned in close to you, "don't act like you don't flirt with him at every party!"

"it's not every party," you defened yourself, "plus, he's not my type."

"oh, no?" chaehyun cocked her head to the side, "what's your type then."

your thoughts filled of sunghoon's rose lips covering the red skin of the apple as he bit into it, his tongue darting out over them to collect the fallen juices of the fruit-

"virgins."

it was two weeks before your senior year of high school started that the nice old lady next door sold her house. you had lived in your family's house all your life, and grew up with the lady next door always offering you muffins or cookies that she had baked. you were sad when her house had sold so quickly in the summer.

you wondered who would move in beside you. theorizing that another old lady would move in so your addiction to home made blueberry muffins would continue on. you wondered about the idea of a newly wed couple moving in, ready to start to life together.

there had been so many engrossing ideas in your head about who your future neighbours could be.

and park sunghoon was NOT one of them.

being woken up by moving trucks, banging and yelling during the end of summer was not something you desired. your family had already been awake for hours at the time, sleepily you joined them outside on your porch to see who was moving in.

a pretty woman was stood on their porch, explaining to some movers where some boxes to go. a man who was carrying a box from the truck smiled at her and whispered something in her ear, which made the stressed frown on her face desperse into a lazy smile.

you figured your theory of newly weds moving was correct- until a little girl ran through the woman's legs, down the porch steps and giggling as the woman told her to stop running around while people were working.

you watched her run down the driveway, ignoring the woman's words and running right up to the ginat moving truck that had backed up onto the end of their drive way.

"pass me a box! i wanna help!" the girl shouted with a pout into the open end of the truck. she only smiled again when someone placed a small cardboard box into her hands.

your eyes followed the pair of arms that had leant down and gave the little girl the box. he had pale skin and black, longer hair that covered his face as he turned around and picked up a box for himself to carry. he was slim and tall and somewhat familiar that you couldn't seem to narrow it down too until he jumped down from the truck and his long bangs brushed back.

you felt your exterior go slack at the realization that park sunghoon was now your next door neighbour.

"oh hello!" a cheery voice called out to your family all stood on the porch.

"hi!" your mother greeted back. the pretty, stressed woman from before was leaning over their porch railing and smiling at you all.

"kwangho! come here!" she called into the house. "it's so nice to meet you, i'm park jiyoung!" the little girl from before ran and latched onto jiyoung's hip, "this is yewon, my daughter."

you could barely fake a smile to the nice woman and the cute girl, too focused on the way park sunghoon was coming closer to your house, his eyes never leaving yours once his mother had called out to your family. a faint smirk rested on his rosey lips and a light sheen of sweat covered his foreheard from the mid-day, summer sun.

sunghoon set down the box he was carrying on the porch steps, turning and facing your family with a smile as if he wasn't just intimidating you seconds before. "this is my son, sunghoon, and my husband kwangho is still inside! kwangho!" she called out to him again.

"it's so very nice to meet you all!" your mother's cheery voice exclaimed, "this is my family!" your mother introduced your younger brother, your father, herself and you.

you continued to be as polite as you could to your new next door neighbours, but the way sunghoon was staring at you was too distracting. his gaze never left your body- dressed in your short sleeping shorts and tank top. you've never felt so exposed to a boy before, and he was across the lawn from you, standing next to his little sister and mother. it was honestly shocking to you how confident park sunghoon was being- blantantly checking you out although you had woken up five minutes prior.

sunghoon himself was shocked at seeing you, standing on the porch to the house right beside his new one.

when his parents had told them that they were moving at the beginning of the summer- he was admiittley pissed. he lived right down the street from jake, and only a ten minute walk away from jay's and heeseung's houses. he didn't want to move- plus, he liked the house he lived in before. it was where he and yewon had grown up together- where his parents had learnt how to parent together- where so many family memories of relatives from all over coming on holidays to celebrate.

but now, as you stand in those awfully short, shorts that expose your soft legs, he could care less about his old house.

you were hot- and now you were his neighbour. which means he could possibly see more of you in moments like the one you're both in now- with you with your swollen lips from sleeping- and the strap of your tank top falling down to expose your collarbone.

to sunghoon, it seemed as if the y/l/n y/n that was known at school and parties, was completely different to the one who stood across the lawn from him now. you looked innocent and sweet- and not like you had just beat everyone at beer pong and grinded ontop one of the tables with his teammate a few days ago.

it had always been obvious to sunghoon that you were out of his league- you two were just insanely different from one another that there would be no way for him to ever interact with you.

but now, maybe his luck was changing.

"kwangho! there you are! these are our new neighbours!" his mother pulled him out of his thoughts.

"sorry! sorry!" his father sheepishly shrugged and smiled at your family. "nice to meet you!"

your parents spoke politely for a few moments, making you try and avoid eye contact with sunghoon for a while longer until they gave the final goodbye and you all went inside again, your eyes catching a final glimpse of sunghoon's smirk before you closed the front door.

you had no idea as to why park sunghoon made you so nervous. it wasn't like yourself to feel so- intimidated by someone- let alone by a boy. you didn't understand why he was so reserved in every public setting you had seen him in- and so confident and almost cocky as he stood infront of your parents.

you weren't sure how you felt about your new next door neighbour, but you were sure that you'd make the most out of it.

you didn't see sunghoon or any of his family during the first week that they had moved in next door. you didn't go out with your friends for the final parties of the summer before school started- opting to just stay in, laying in your bed and questionning your identity.

you didn't know how you would ever be able to face sunghoon again since the last time you had seem him- him making you a nervous, blushing mess under his gaze from ten meters away. you had never been as messy as that before. nor have you ever seen park sunghoon so cocky and confident before.

the day that your senior year of high school started, you woke up late.

rushing around your room in an attempt to get everything sorted before you rushed out the door to school was probably hilarious looking from anyone that wasn't you. and you would've thought your morning was complete shit, but you had some sort of common sense to open your curtains before leaving your room for the day- just happening to catch park sunghoon shirtless, brushing his teeth on his mini balcony directly across from your own, and staring right at you.

the early morning sun was basking around on his pale chest and shoulders. a fine line of abs covers his abdomen and from a far you can see there are a few moles spread around his skin that match the ones on his face.

sunghoon smirks with his toothbrush still in his mouth before he pulls it out and leans over his balcony, spitting the toothpaste out onto the small patch of grass between the sides of your houses.

when he stands upwards again, the smirk that you're slowly becoming familiar with is still plastered onto his face. your face must be contorted into some sort of mixture of shock and desire that he finds a way to amuse himself.

sunghoon brings up his hand that doesn't hold his toothbrush and teasingly waves his hand at you. your jaw drops when reality hits you and you realize that shritless park sunghoon is standing 4 meters away and waving at you.

you quickly shut your curtains again, blocking eachother from seeing one another. you only notice then that you were holding in your breath and let out a sharp and quick exhale of breath.

"what the fuck." you mumble out quickly to yourself, your hands still gripping onto your curtains.

"what's wrong, honey?" your mother's voice asked from your doorway, where's she's leaning against the doorframe with a laundry basket against her hip.

"oh! uh, nothing!" you force smile at her, hoping she didn't just see you almost drool over your new neighbours.

"oh, ok! well, you better hurry, or you'll be late for school!" she smiles cheerily at you, turning away and walking further down the hall of your house.

"okay!" you call after her, your fake smile dropping as soon as she's out of view.

after first seeing park sunghoon as a quiet dork in your freshman year, you would have never had guessed that he'd be teasing you across your balconies while being shirtless. it was as if the image of park sunghoon that you had made- that you had been given by sunghoon himself- after all these years, was something completely different than who he really was.

and you were determined to figure out who exactly that was- as soon as you get the image of how hot he is shirtless out of your head.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

the rest of your first day of senior year was fine, the random flashback of sunghoon waving at you would fly through your mind but you forced it out and distracted yourself with your friends or your schoolwork that was somehow already piling up.

you still hadn't managed to tell your friends about who your new next door neighbour was. you knew if (and when) you did, they'd be ushering you into your own house and peeping through your curtains to get a glance at him in a millisecond.

you didn't seem to have any classes with your neighbour this semester- something that you never thought you would be grateful for- every other time that you had a class together- you'd barely even look at him. this year however, it seemed as if you were hyper aware of his presence looming around the classrooms and hallways.

you saw the group of familiar jocks all crowding around the hall at the end of the day. chaehyun was walking beside you, ranting about how she already hates all her teachers for this semester. you noticed sunghoon admist the group of boys, his back turned towards them as he was going through his locker.

"y/n! chae!" sunoo called out, beckoning you both over to his group of friends. his cheery smiled pulled you both in, so now you had joined the crowd in the crowded hallway as well.

sunghoon turned at the mention of your name, taking in your overpowering aura as you approached his friend group.

jake immediately pulled you into his side, your arm wrapping around his back, "where the hell have you been? haven't seen you in weeks." he pouted down at you.

"yeah, what the fuck? it's not like you to miss so many parties at the end of summer." jay chimed in, looking at you with a confused expression.

you shrugged, "eh, i just didn't feel like it, wanted to spend sometime with my family before school starts up again."

"lame!" chaehyun teased you, making the rest of the gorup laugh. you turned your head in sunghoon's direction, only for his back to be turned to you, as if you weren't there, he continued to pull out textbooks and put in his bag.

"there's still all this school year to party guys." you roll your eyes at them.

"that's right," jake said, "more time for you to come into my bed." there were a round of groans in the crowd, making jake smirk at you.

you dragged back your arm that was wrapped around his back and slid your hand up to his cheek, "in your dreams, jake." you patted his cheek.

"we have to go find dayeon, y/n." chaehyun nodded at you, pushing herself off of heeseung and tugging on your backpack to go.

"yeah, you're right." your mind filled with your other friend, wondering how her first day of senior went, and why she hadn't found you and chaehyun yet. "see you guys later."

the group of atheletes say their goodbyes and watch you and chaehyun walk away down the hall. they wait until you're both out of earshot until they speak.

"you need to stop flirting with y/n, she's too hot for you." jay nudges jake gently.

"if she's too hot for me, then she's way too hot for you." jake rolls his eyes at his friend.

"then why does she practically beg me to bring her to my place at every party, bro." jay shakes his head teasingly.

"what do you think of y/n, hoon?" heeseung turns the groups' attention to the quiet boy.

sunghoon feels himself tense at the mention of his and your names in the same sentence. "she's alright." he shrugs nonchalantly, his hand halting in his locker nervously.

"alright!?" jake asks confused, looking at the guys in the group and then to sunghoon again, "bro, are you blind?"

sunghoon swings his backpack over his shoulder and slams his locker shut, "no, i'm not. i wish i was so i wouldn't have to look at you all day." jake crosses his arms over his chest at sunghoon's insult.

"ok, but seriously sunghoon, you don't wanna fuck y/n?" jay asks him.

sunghoon sighs deeply, "i've already told you guys one million times, i don't want to fuck anyone that any of you have fucked before. ok?"

he sees all his friends glance at eachother with confused expressions on their faces.

"what?" sunghoon asks them when its silent for longer than he expected it to be.

"none of us have ever got with y/n, hoon." heeseung explains to him slowly.

"not yet, anyways." jake cuts in.

"shut up." annoyed, jay puts his hand up to jake to silence him.

sunghoon thinks that that moment was when he got some hope that you could be his- even if for one night. he's always found you pretty, but you were so out of his league that he figured his more outgoing more confident friends would suit you more.

sunghoon had always seen you flirting with his friends. he had heard many times from his friends that they all found you hot. he heard from basically everyone in the school that you liked to fuck around and have fun so openly. so overtime, sunghoon had figured that you had gotten with some of his friends and that you'd never look at him the same way you look at anyone you want to have fun with.

sunghoon was honestly shocked that his friends had never successfully hooked up with you. everyone and probably their parents knew that you and jay had made out multiple tomes and multiple parties, so everyonoe guessed that the two of you have gone further as well.

sunghoon knows that there's nothing wrong with sleeping around- he does it himself, his friends all do it- but there's just something unappealing to him when he finds out the girl he's been talking to all night at a party has fucked one of his friends. it gets him all wrapped up in his head that what he's doing with the girl is something that she's done with someone that he's referred to as his brother before.

it feels wrong to him- almost unloyal in a sense. his friends have explained to him one million times that they're fine with hooking up with the same girl- that it's just fun and no one gets hurt. but still, sunghoon can't imagine doing that to one of his friends- to one of his brothers.

so yes, sunghoon isn't a virgin. he lost his virginity when he was a sophomore- at some beach party that jake and jay had dragged him to in the summer when they went to australia together. he doesn't remember much of it, just that he was glad to not be labelled a virgin anymore from his friends and society.

since that summer, he's been dragged to almost every party his friends went to. and if there was a pretyt girl that happened to notice him through his large, loud crowd of friends- he made sure she didn't go to his school. usually, he was lucky enough to hook up with girls that were visiting their friends for the weekend and lived in a different city.

sunghoon's heard the so called 'rumours' that he was still a virgin. he's heard different girls in his school claim to have taken his virginity- when in reality he has no idea who they are. he doesn't understand why his- or anyone else's for the matter- virgin status was such a big deal. there were some people who lost their virignity younger than others and there were some who lost their virginity way past college years.

the rumours make sunghoon laugh. he told his friends to not tell anyone that he's not a virgin. he liked to watch everyone scramble around trying to find out the truth about him. his friends had told him that sometimes people will come up to them ask whether he's a virgin or not- or sometimes if they're bold enough- they'll just ask him himself.

sunghoon has learnt that the whole society construct of virginity is stupid and meaningless and he wishes his wasn't one of the biggest rumours around his school.

"anyways, when will we get to see that new house of yours, hoon?" jake swung his arm around sunghoon's shoulders.

"yeah, we all want to see it!" sunoo smiled up at him.

sunghoon hadn't told his friends about his new next door neighbours either. he hadn't told them that your rooms were across from one another and that he had basically eye fucked you a week prior. he knew as soon as he did, he wouldn't be able to get his friends out of his house for the rest of the school year.

"my parents are still moving stuff around, so they don't want anyone over." sunghoon shrugged, lying through his teeth.

"oh come on!" jay pushed sunghoon's shoulder. "that's a ball of crap! we know your parents love us!" his friends all raised their eyebrows up at sunghoon's excuse to not have them over, wondering what the problem was.

"anyways, i have to get to practice." sunghoon nudged his way through his group of friends, aiming for the exit of the school doors.

"what the hell? why can't we go to your house?" jake called after him in shock.

"aren't you guys suppose to be at practice in like?" sunghoon turned and checked his watch, "five minutes ago?"

he watched his friends all shout in shock about being late, trying to push past one another to get to the soccer field in the back of the school before their coach kills them all for being late. sunghoon could only laugh, before turning and walking home, wondering if he'll see you on the way there.

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sunghoon only managed to keep his friends away from his new house for a week since they all followed him home friday afternoon.

sunghoon likes to listen to music while he walks home after school. since sunghoon is an introvert, he finds school to not only be physically tiring, but mentally. so he looks forward to blasting music in his earphones on his way home from school. he truly didn't know his idiotic friends were following behind him during the fifteen minute walk until they pounced on his back as soon as he stepped foot on his driveway.

"what the hell?" sunghoon gasped, ripping his earphones out of his ear to hear his friends' annoying laughter. "what are you doing here?"

"bro, we've been following you the entire time." jake explained through laughter.

sunghoon could only stare at his three friends laughing their heads off on his driveway, praying to god you were already home and closing your curtains in your bedroom. he really didn't want to deal with all the shit he was going to get from his friends once they found out who his next door neighbour was.

"this is a nice place sunghoon," jay pointed up at the house, "why don't you let us inside, we can all hangout until the party tonight."

sunghoon almost groaned outloud at the mention of the party. he had a stressful first week of senior year and he wouldn't even get to be by himself for the few hours before the party to get to relax. but still, he nodded to friends, almost rushing them inside.

"where are your parents?" heeseung asked curiously, all four boys taking off their shoes and backpacks in the front hall of the house, the screen door still being open.

"uh, my mom's probably at the grocery store and my dad's at work for another hour." sunghoon explained, wanting to go into the kitchen for some food.

"why is y/n here?" jake asked, amking the other three boys turn their heads to look out the screendoor.

if the three of his friends weren't so loud, sunghoon was sure that they'd hear him nervously gulp at the mention of your name.

"what the hell? what's she doing?" jay asked, pointing at your figure walking up sunghoon's driveway before crossing onto your own.

sunghoon counted to five in his head before his friends all gasped, watching you unlock the door to the house next door and walking in.

"y/n lives next door?!" jake yelled out, turning around in disbelief to look at sunghoon.

"why didn't you tell us?" heeseung asked, his hands coming out in front of him to ask.

sunghoon maintained his composure and shrugged, "i'm hungry." he turned on his heel and headed to the kitchen, his friends right on his feet continuing to ask questions.

"how long have you known she lived there?" jay asked, watching sunghoon go into the fridge and pull out a bowl of mixed fruit.

"since i moved in." sunghoon didn't look at his friends, pretending to be more interested in the fruit before him than his hot next door neighbour.

"bro what the hell?" jake asked, his jaw still dropped in disbelief. "have you spoken to her?"

"of course he hasn't" jay shook his head, "he can barely look in her eye let alone have a conversation with her."

"i can have a conversation with her!" sunghoon defended himself weakly, an annoyed look still present on his face.

jay rolled his eyes, "hoon, you can have a conversation with everyone but her. i've seen her try to talk to you and you always make it the most dry convo i've ever seen."

sunghoon's mouth gapes open and close as he tries to process more words he can use to defend himself. but he ultimately leaves his mouth shut with a straight face. because his friends are right- with their stupid know-it-all faces- they are right. because sunghoon has always thought you were hot, and out of his league. he thought that the moment he'd open his mouth, his cool composure would fail him and you would see how lame he really is.

sunghoon's cool composure only lasts him so long with the girls he hooks up with at parties- or with the kids at school. he's confident enough to fool them for the moments he has with those people. but as soon as he's alone with his friends or family, it's like his real side comes out. the real side where he's not cool, or self disaplined- but more carefree and funny and witty and he likes playing video games with his friends until 4am until they get laughed at by their parents for being too loud.

sunghoon's cool composure is really a safety persona he puts on so not everyone will know him so easily- they won't hurt him as easily.

with you, the safety persona doesn't feel as strong as it normally does with other people. it scares him. and now that you're his neighbour- he doesn't know how long he can hold out on it because you're so hot and outgoing and extraverted that it keeps drawing him in too quickly.

"but now's your chance, hoon! she's literally right next door! why don't you try talking to her!" heeseung encourages him with a kind smile that heeseung always has on when he talks to anyone of his friends.

sunghoon's gratful for heeseung, but he tsks in response, "because i've arleady told you guys that she's alright." sunghoon lies through his teeth to his friends for the third time that week.

"oh my god, hoon fine!" jay smacks his hand on the table, "if you don't wanna fuck her than i will!"

sunghoon's head snaps towards jay and he can feel apart of him grow anger deep inside at his friends' statement.

"see!" jake points at sunghoon, "if you didn't want to fuck her than you wouldn't get angry like that, we all know about your loyality shit or whatever, so just admit you like your next door neighbour."

"i don't like her." sunghoon clarifies, trying to redeem himself in some sort of way.

"okay, fine," jake puts his hands up to surrender, "you don't like her, but you wanna fuck her."

"jesus, can we just drop this now. this is why i didn't want to tell you guys that she's my neighbour."

"fine fine," jay nods, "but still, i don't see a reason why you shouldn't try to hook up with her, okay?"

sunghoon only glared at his three friends that all wore matching smirks on their faces, all knowing that they were slowly cracking sunghoon into getting with you. they had noticed before that when yours and their friendgroups met up at parties, sunghoon would fall more silent than usual, and he never once even glanced in your direction. they wondered now if something would finally happen between you two.

your complicated relationship with your neighbour started at a party- a shitty party.

a shitty party where barely any one had shown up and where the music sucked. apparently everyone was too exahusted from partying the week before and having to deal with the first week of school again.

you should've known that your night would've been different than any other friday night from the awry beginning, when four boys were piled onto your porch and asking your parents if it would be alright if they drove with you to the party.

jake and jay wore their usual cocky smirks, heeseung stood in the back with his kind smile and cranky park sunghoon stood in the back rolling on his heels, pretending as if he wasn't standing on your porch.

so now, you're sitting on jay's lap in the back of dayeon's car as she drives, and your knees are brushing against sunghoon's who is sitting right beside you.

you've sat on jay's lap before at a party multiple times, but not right beside sunghoon who had been showing complicated behaviour for not only the past two weeks that you were neighbours- but for your entire high school career together. it became obvious quickly that the sunghoon that was being shown when it was just you and him was very different from the sunghoon that was with you when other people were around.

sunghoon sat so quietly beside you it was as if he didn't know who you were. you think that if you weren't neighbours, you wouldn't have thought his behaviour was different than any other time you've seen him. but those cocky, confident moments he had shown you throughout the two weeks wa something that never elft your mind. you were finding yourself looking for him in the halls at school and through the windows of your house, trying to catch a glimpse of him coming home or leaving. but, you saw nothing. it was as if he was purposefully trying to avoid you.

"it's cool that you and hoon are neighbours now." jay said from behind you, his jaw resting on your shoulder as one of his hands lazily played with your hair that was resting over your other shoulder.

"yeah, we didn't even know you guys were neighbours until today." jake chimed in, quirking an eyebrow at sunghoon who pretended like he didn't see it.

"me neither." dayeon grumbled, meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror, indicating that she wanted to know more about it later on.

when you walked into the party (before you knew it was shitty) chaehyun was already tipsy and flirting with heeseung. dayeon and you shared a glance at you friend and rolled your eyes. both of you knew how your other friend felt about lee heeseung, and neither of you were the ones to stop her from flirting with him. heeseung didn't seem to mind though, chaehyun was pretty and he thought she was funny.

the quicker you found out that the party wasn't going to be good, the quicker you drank to forget that it wasn't going to be good.

you didn't realize how much you had drank until you were sitting beside sunghoon with your right leg drapped over his left one. you first noticed the way sunghoon gave you a weird expression as you sat down beside him.

"what? can't your neighbour sit beside you?" you asked him with a smile, your eyes appearing innocent and glossed over as you made eye contact.

"yeah, you can." sunghoon nodded before looking away, further into the house you were in.

"wow, a whole three words spoken to me, that's a record." you responded sarcastically.

"what does that mean?" he looked down at you in confusion.

"i mean, you never speak to me, ever."

a thoughful look spreads across sunghoon's face as he takes in your words, "well, i didn't know that you even wanted to speak to me."

you turn and face him now, a soft pout forming on your lips, "what do you mean? of course i wanna speak to you."

sunghoon felt his confidence boost at your words, your grip on his upperarm becoming firm as you grip harder.

"what do you wanna speak about?" a smirk grows on sunghoon's face.

a taken aback look crosses your face at his change in aura, "just- you're so shy!-but so hot!" and you're sure that even without the alcohol you would've said that to him.

sunghoon chuckles in response, "that's what you wanna talk about?"

"well, i just don't understand you."

"what does that mean?"

"i mean," you lean closer towards him, incase anyone nearby was listening, "i can't figure out if you're a dom or a sub."

sunghoon's sure that if he hadn't known you for almost four years, his eyes would've popped out of his skull at your forwardness, but you're you, and he's used to it and his smirk spread further across his face as your words. "what do you think i am, y/n?"

the atmosphere between you two becomes tense as you maintain eye contact with each other with minimal space between one another. "a sub."

sunghoon throws his head back and laughs at your thought, making the intense atmoshpere dissapate in an instant and you pull away from him with an amused look on your face. "what?" you whine out ot him, feeling as if he was making fun of you at the way he was laughing.

"a sub? really y/n?" he asks, watching you nod in response, "wow, you really don't understand me, or know me at all do you?"

you sit up on your kness on the couch to face him, the skin on your bare knees from your dress riling up distracts sunghoon for a moment as he feels the warmth from your skin against his thigh.

"no i don't!" you whine again, the alcohol defintely affecting you now. "i don't understand why you can't look at me when everyone else is around, but can flirt with me and tease me, and brush your teeth shritless on your balcony when no one else is around."

sunghoon chuckles at your little confession, his index finger drawing circles on your lower thigh were your knee is bent. "is that what made you think i'm a sub?" he asks playfully.

"no, i think you're a sub because you're usually so shy, and a virgin."

sunghoon pulls away and throws his head back to laugh again. "you think i'm a sub virgin?!"

"well, aren't you?" you ask like it's the obvious answer.

sunghoon's fingers return to your thigh then, but it's not drawing little shapes onto your skin, it's his hold hand gripping your thigh. he's suddenly leaning into you, looking up with his eyes into your own. "no way in hell, y/n."

you continue to stare into his eyes, a smirk of your own growing on your face as you try to decipher if he's playing a game with you or not. you place your left hand on sunghoon's warm, tinted pink cheek, "really? because i can so see you being a good boy for me."

sunghoon's hand comes up and takes your hand away from his face, "you're gonna have to save that for your dreams y/n, because that is never going to happen." his hand comes up to grab your jaw, his thumb circling the skin beside your lip.

"oh? so what? you're gonna dom me?" you ask sarcastically trying to not fall for his game.

"yeah, and i'll fuck you so good that you'll cry."

your composure dropped at that moment, feeling yourself become weak all over at sunghoon's words. his thumb that was circling your cheek had moved to your bottom lip, practically begging for you to take it inside your mouth and suck. "prove it."

"y/n! we gotta go! chaehyun's throwing up!" dayeon's voice calls out, making you and sunghoon rip apart.

you turn and look at the frantic dayeon who is calling you over with worried eyes.

"ok! i'm coming!" you jump up, grabbing your sweater and following dayeon, saying a brief goodbye to sunghoon who just watches you run after your friend to take care of your other vomitting friend.

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heeseung rides in the car ride home with you, dayeon and passed out chaehyun. chaehyun is spread out in the backseat, with her head on heeseung's lap.

"'m sorry guys, i didn't realize how much she had kept on drinking." heeseung mumbled out from the back, pushing chae's hair out of her face.

"it's okay, hee! she told us when we got there that she was gonna keep drinking because the party was shit." dayeon smiles at him through the rearview mirror.

"god that party was so shit!" heeseung agrees, looking out the car's window into the dark city street, glad that he got to leave the place.

"how did you think the party was y/n? i saw you and sunghoon talking, what were you guys up to." dayeon turns the attention towards you in the passenger seat.

"sunghoon?" heeseung asks shocked from the back, careful to wake up chaehyun with his excitement.

"god," you groaned, "we weren't doing anything. we were just talking." you lied through your teeth, something that both you and sunghoon had been doing during those two weeks.

you noticed dayeon and heeseung give each other look, but chose to ignore, you were sobering up quickly since speaking to sunghoon, and you were getting more tired by the second.

-

dayeon dropped you off first, watching you walk into your house safely before leaving to drop off chaehyun and heeseung as well.

you got into your bedroom quietly, dressing in your pyjama shorts and sweater. you felt the exhaustion from the alcohol and holding up chaehyun as she threw up start to settle in. you think you were just about to pass out until your phone vibrated beside your head, showing an instagram dm on the screen.

[y/n.username] : ice_parksunghoon : is chae ok?

you sat up as you read sunghoon's name and swiped open your phone to respond.

[y/n.username] : yeah, she is

[ice_parksunghoon] : are you home now?

[y/n.username] : yeah, i am

[ice_parksunghoon] : do you still want me to prove that i'm a dom?

you felt your breath hitch at his message, the tiredness in your body immediately leaving at the thought of what you and sunghoon would do tonight.

[y/n.username] : come over

it took a few minutes for him to respond.

[ice_parksunghoon] : i'm outside

and then you were quietly running down to yur front door, unlocking it to reveal sunghoon who was still wearing his outfit from the party and he's smirking down as he takes in your own attire.

"you tired?" he asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.

"not anymore." you respond, grabbing his hand and pulling him into your house, leading upstairs to your bedroom.

sunghoon's only seen a few glimpse's of your bedroom from across your balconies, but being inside of it was something so much different. he could see your pictures of your friends and family all over the walls, your set of plushies sat in the chair in the corner of your room, and messy desk with homework already piling up. he could see characterstics of you spread around that he didn't know existed.

you brought him back into reality as you walked up to him, much shorter than he was making him have to completely turn his head down to look at you. your hands trailed over his chest over his black shirt that suited him so well. you could feel his muscles so easily under his chest from figure skating and working out.

"you're gonna be a good boy for me, right hoon?" you teased him, your voie coming out sultry and in a whisper.

you heard sunghoon chuckle darkly as he grabbed your hands away from him, holding onto your wrists, "i thought i told you that would have to be something for your dreams." his fake smile dropped for his next sentence, "and i didn't say you could touch me, baby."

your own smile dropped as you took in his words, your eyes becoming rounder as you listened to him, his grip still on your wrists.

sunghoon's smile returned as he saw a glimpse of submissive gleam over your eyes for a moment, "now why don't you take off your shorts for me?" he let go of your wrists so you could follow his command. his voice had become deeper than you had ever heard it before- his almost compettive, confident aura filling up your room quickly and taking over your own.

you bent over and slid your shorts slowly down your legs until they were on the floor and kicked to side, leaving you only in your ovesized sweater.

sunghoon's hands rested on your newly exposed hips, pulling your sweater up a little, "you're gonna be a good girl for me, right baby?" his new nickname for you had you weak in the knees, your mind going fuzzy at the new sunghoon before you.

"and what if i'm not?" you push him, trying to redeem yourself, wanting to prove that you aren't some submissive girl.

sunghoon bent down to your ear, his lips brushing over the shell as he whispered, "then you'll make me angry, and you'll be punished," he pulled away to look directly in your eyes, "and good girls shouldn't be punished right?" you only nodded in response, which wasn't the right thing to do as his hand came up harshly to grip your jaw, "use your words y/n."

"right."

"right what?"

"right, sir." sunghoon smirked as the submissive state took over you completely then, feeling almost arrogant at how quick he would have you begging for him.

sunghoon's hands return to your hips, where he pushed up your sweater, up and overyour head, leaving you completely naked infront of him still fully clothed. sunghoon takes a moment to scan your body in the moonlight in your room, biting his lip as takes in your appearance. he's thought about you standing before him naked so many times, and now that it's real, he can hardly believe it.

he's instantly turning you around and pushing you up against your bedroom door, his hands roaming your body like he's always imagined, and kissing all over your chest and tits. a small moan leaves your mouth when he bites your nipple gently, his plush lips surround your nipple as he sucks and pulls.

his hand trails down your body to rub his fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet you are. you culd feel him smirk against your skin at the revelation, wishing your body wasn't a dead give away that you've been wet since the party.

his tumb brushes over your clit, making you throw your head back against the door, your eyes meeting sunghoon's as he stares down at your small figure.

"it feels that good already, baby? i haven't even touched you yet." sunghoon teases you, his thumb presses harder, slow circles into your clit.

"wanted this for so long, wanted you for so long, sir." you confess to him, the feeling of him encases your body against your bedrooom door was something close to a dream and you didn't want to wake up.

your words trigger something in sunghoon as he's down on his knees in a second, your bare, wet pussy right in front of his face as he spreads your legs open harshly. your full core is holding yourself up as he meets his tongue with your juices. the first feel of his warm tongue against you makes your hand reach out and grip his hair for support.

until he's pulling away from you, gripping your wrists again, "what did i say about touching me, baby? if you want to touch me, you have to ask for permission."

you whimper as you look down at him, a look of warning on his face, "c-can i touch you, sir?" you ask him nicely.

a pleased look covers his face as he leans in and presses two soft kisses on your clit, "yes, you can."

your hand meets his hair again as he delves into your pussy, his tongue circling your clit and sucking fast. your other hand covers your mouth, not wanting to be too loud at 3am while your family is asleep on the other side of the house.

sunghoon eats you out like a mad man, his hands gripping hard onto your hips as he sucks and tastes your juices- even sweeter than he imagined.

when your body starts to tense, signalling that you're cloe to your high, sunghoon pulls away, a loud whine leaving you as you're about to protest.

"if you want to cum baby you have to ask." sunghoon quirks his eyebrow at you.

"please sir, please let me cum, i was so close!" you practically beg out out to him. a look of thought spreads across sunghoon's face, as if he's actually thinking whether or not you deserve to cum.

"no." he speaks, disbelief filling your body as he places gently kisses on your lower abdomen, far away from where you'd rather want his lips. he stands up, towering over you again, "want you to cum on my cock instead, how's that sound?"

"so good, sir, yes please." you nod your head against the bedroom door. his hands travel up your body to your ribcage, and he's leaning in close to your face, your lips are inches apart- you close your eyes- wanting to relish in the kiss.

"undress me, first." sunghoon speaks, and when you open your eyes again he's backed up away from you, quirking an eyebrow at as you impatiently.

in a second, you're pulling his shirt over his head, taking in hs pale skin you've seen before, but never this close. youcan feel the heat radiating off of him he's so close. you want to trace his moles with your finger tips, but youhurry to unbuckle his belt instead, not wanting him to get more impateint with you.

when his black jeans are kicked on the floor to join the rest of your clothes, you take in the bulge in sunghoon's boxers.

he looks fucking huge- and you let yourself wonder for a moment if he's gonna fit in you or not.

sunghoon takes your hand in his and places it over his buldge, "see how hard you get me, baby?"

"yes, sir." you answer almost instinctively now.

"take my boxers off, y/n." he lets go of your hand, your other hand meeting his boxers band with your other one, both of your hands pulling them down his legs until they drop at his feet.

sunghoon's cock spring up and you can really see just how big and hard he is. it's gotta be the prettiest dick you've ever seen. his pale skin turns red at the tip, where precum is already leaking out.

"spit on it." sunghoon commands you, watching as you stare down at his cock with a look of amazement in your eye. he's never seen anyone stare at his dick like that before and it's almost made him shy and embarrassed for a moment.

you continue to do as he says, your lips pursing together as a long strip of spit falls from your lips, to directly in the centre of his pretty cock.

"now make sure my dick's completely covered."

your hand reaches down inbetween your bodies to his dick, your fingers spreading your saliva around until your grip latches on, and starts to mix your saliva and his precum all over his member. if it wasn't for the almost inaudble sharp inhale from sunghoon, youwould've thought he was completely unaffected by your tight and wet grip. his face stayed in the same- almost bored expression, and his body didn't move a muscle.

suddenly, sunghoon is grabbing a hold of your shoulders and turning you around, pushing yo uback toward your bed where you land with a quiet 'oof"

his body is ontop of yours in a second. sunghoon starts kissing down your neck and his hands pry open your legs for his body to slip in between them. he pulls away again for you both to look where your bodies are connecting. his hard cock is laying agianst your wet pussy.

"you're okay?" sunghoon's voice returns to how it usually is everytime you've heard him speak, it's softer and calmer and his eyes meet yours with a certain concern, wanting to make sure that you really want to have sex with him. in his mind, he still couldn't believe that you were having sex with him.

you smile up at him sweetly, a real sweet, genuine smile, "yeah, are you?" he nods with a smile quickly before it drops again and he's grabbing his dick and pressing it against your core. he's slow when he starts to push in, obviously realzing just how big he is. the strech around him feels good, it's something you've never felt before and you take the time to relish in it when he hits your hilt.

sunghoon gives you a moment to adjust until he starts moving slowly in you, one of his hands reaching up and gripping your neck, never breaking eye contact with you.

his thrusts quickly pick up speed, his cock hitting your gspot almost immediately everytime. your hand grip onto your sheets underneath you, biting onto your lip so you don't moan too loud.

he removes his hand from your throat and grabs ahold onto your thighs, using them as leverage topound into your harder. you would have never thought that sunghoon would be so rough while he fucks- his usualy calm and shy demeanor covers him up so well.

he throws one of your legs up and over his shoulder, while he pins the other one down to the bed. his thrusts never stop as he's balancing himself on his knees, pounding into you like his life depended on it. in a way, it did- he wanted to show you just how dominant he was- he wanted to prove to you that he was worthy of your time.

sunghoon saw the way that your eyes were already rolling to the back of your head, never had been fucked this rough so quick before in your life.

"what? you gonna cum already, baby?"

his question makes you open your eyes to look at him. he has a teasing, mischevious look in them and it makes you gulp, trying harder to catch your breath to answer him.

"n-no sir, i'm not gonna cum yet, wanna hold it for you." you whined out to him, his smirk resting on his face at your words.

"that's a good girl." his praise makes you realize just how much you want to be praised by him, you want him to think of you as his good girl that would do anything to please him. you never thought you'd be this submissive when it came to you and sunghoon, but you aren't disappointed as he continues to fuck into you harder.

sunghoon's hand grips your neck again as his speed slows down, wanting you to feel all of him as he slids in and out of you. the veins on his cock drags aganst every spot in your wet walls, adding to the pleasure before he hits your gspot.

"you're so good, sir." you speak, his grip on your neck loosening for you to speak.

your hand comes down and starts rubbing your clit harshly, adding to the pleasure of it all. his grips tightens on your neck again as he watches you rub your clit, your fingers getting soaked with your juices from how wet you are- unti he tsks and pulls away from you.

sunghoon lets your leg that was on his shoulder drop and he grabs both of your legs to hold them up and together. he pushes your knees so they bend into your face, your hands wrapping around your calves to help hold your legs in place.

"good girl, you hold them there so sir can fuck you." sunghoon smirks at you and spits onto your exposed pussy, creating an even larger mess of your cores. he feels your walls clench around his cock harder at the change of position, makin ghis breaths go ragged as he feel shis orgasm approaching. "fuck, i love your pussy."

sunghoon's praise makes your chest feel lighter, wanting to thank him but the words falling short as his thrusts pick up speed again.

his fingers start to rub back and forth over your pussy quickly, your grip on the sheets tightening as your back arches off of your bed- the pleasure becoming almost too much. a louder moan escapes your lips, making sunghoon rip open your legs again so he could slip himself closer to you.

"you gotta stay quiet, baby, or else you won't get to cum." sunghoon grunts out- hishand covering your mouth to quieten your moans. your walls were getting tighter with each thrust that he gave, he could feel your lips pouting and opening against his palm that kept you quiet. "do you wanna cum, y/n?" he sees you nod, a look of desperation on your face as he fucks deep inside of you. "beg." he removes your hand from your mouth so you could speak.

"please sir, i wanna cum, you feel so good, i wanna cum all over your cock." he whine out, trying to be quiet. a pleased smirk covers sunghoon's face as his fingers reach your clit again, soaking them more with your juices.

"cum."

with two more thrusts and the speed of his fingers on your clit, your body tenses up as your orgasm reaches it's peak within you. a quiet moan of sunghoon's name as your eyes roll to back of your head. his thrusts only slow down for a second as you recover from it- not wanting to overstimulate you too much.

your hands leave your sheets and hold onto sunghoon's neck instead, making eye contact with him.

"please cum for me sir, wanna feel your cum."

"i will, baby, i will." sunghoon grunts out, started to fuck into you faster again. you hold your moans of sensitivity back, more focused o n the way sunghoon's pretty face scrunched up in pleasure.

sunghoon rips his cock out of you then, his hand meeting his dick to jerk it off, you can see a mixture of spit, your juices and precum over his dick as he cuts. white spurts of cum land on your core as he lets out grunts and whispers of your name. he only stops jerking once the sensitivity kicks in for him, his eyes opening and looking down at the mess he made of you. your innocent eyes look up at him as you scoop some of his cum up on your finger and slip it into your mouth, humming over the salty taste.

"fuck." sunghoon smiles down, his chest heaving heavily. he forces himself to get off of you, grabbing a towel that was hanging on the back of your desk chair to wipe you up. you watch him as he careful ghosts the towel over your skin to wipe him his cum, as if you were going to break now.

when he figures you're clean enough he smiles at you one more time, and leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. it only gives you a second to relish in his warmth until he's pulling away again, and passing you your over sized sweater to slip on again.

you curl up in your sheets as you watch him dress. a feeling you've never felt before washes over you as you realize that he's getting ready to leave you for the night.

"you didn't make me cry like you said you would." you quirk an eyebrow up at him with a teasing grin.

sunghoon slips his shirt over his head and looks at you, both of you dressed again. "next time i will."

"next time?" you tilt your head to the side, a feeling of excitement growing in your chest.

sunghoon shrugs nonchalently, grabbing his phone off of your desk, "if you want there to be a next time."

you smile at him, "i do."

he smiles at you as he stands infront of your balcony doors, "okay, then i'll see you around y/n."

"ok.

he smiles at you one last time as he opens your balcony doors and closes them behind you, waving at you before turning and climbing over onto his own. he waves one last time at you from his bedroom, before he's closing his curtains for the night and leaving you alone.

you're alone in your bedroom that smells like sex and it's making you feel like a giant pit of doom is growing in your chest- masked by the feeling of excitement and butterflies, wondering when exactly you would see your neighbour again.

since that first party of the school year, you had somehow became friends with benefits with the boy next door.

every weekend after, one of you would be at the other's house, getting lost in pleasure in their bed. you were having fun and felt comfortable with sunghoon during those times.

it was during the week that frustrated you.

those five school days felt like they dragged on, everytime you'd see sunghoon in the halls he'd turn away from you, acting as if he didn't know you. when you were surrounded by your friends he wouldn't even look at you.

you were invisible to him during the week, yet attached during the weekend when you were alone.

you knew that he was quite busy for a senior in highschool- having to have a strict schedule for his figure skating career. you tried to come up with a reason as to why he was acting like that towards you- maybe he was just tired during the week and didn't feel like talking much because of it.

you wondered often if sunghoon had told his friends about the two of you hooking up as jay and jake had ultimately stopped flirting with you and hugging you. you tried to get chaehyun to ask heeseung about sunghoon but she didn't want to intrude on him and his friends.

both of you hadn't really set any exact boundaries for your spontanous friends with benefits relationship- no one clarified anything about being allowed to have sex with other people during it. at first, you had figured that he was seeing other people- maybe some girls on the other figure skating teams- but that wouldn't really make sense because you see him come home at 11 every night looking tired as hell, and you were with him all weekend.

dayeon and chae didn't seem to care at first when you told them about what you and sunghoon had been doing for the past few weekends. but like you, overtime they started to get confused with his behaviour. you knew you weren't dating, but still...

if he had told his friends to back off of you, then the least he could do was smile at you in the hallways.

the past week, you hadn't seen him at all. he wasn't in the halls, he was never at his locker, and he kept his curtains shut all week. you had texted him on wednesday, asking if he was alright, which he only responded to with a thumbs up emoji.

so youu decieded to ignore him at this weekends party. it was hard at first- he looked so good in his loose fitting shirt and black jeans, you wanted to walk right over to him and take him to a quiet corner where he could whisper all the things he wanted to do to you.

you watched him for a bit, smirking and laughing with his friends, as if he was completely unaware of how he had been affecting you for the past month.

to be fair, sunghoon was unaware.

sunghoon had been tired throughout the past weeks. he felt like he could barely stand during the weekends from the past five days of exhaustion- but that waasn't why he was keeping his distance from you.

sunghoon had heard from his friends before that you had had friends with benefits before- and he hadn't. he wasn't sure what came with a friends with benefits relationship- but he was glad that his first one was with you. he found himself thinking of you more than ever since you two had first started hooking up. it felt like it was slowly becoming out of his control- as soon as he got a second of peace during school, at home, or in the middle of his skating practice- his thoughts went to you- and he didn't know why.

sunghoon had not wanted you to think that he was clingy after hooking up with you, therefore he distanced himself during the week- during the times that he was separated physically from you. he also wasn't a big fan of pda- and he knew you were. he had seen you latch onto anyone whether you were drunk or sober, not caring if others saw you or waht they thought about you. it was a characteristic of yours that sunghoon was jealous of- another reason as to why you were so out of his league.

at tonight's party, he had realized that you hadn't smiled at him like you usually do when you walk into the place. you hadn't brushed your hair behind your ear and bounced your way over to him. he figured that you just wanted to hang out with chaehyun and dayeon before coming to him.

sunghoon would glance over at you every now and then, watching you drink from your red solo cup that brought out the pink in your cheeks. he had immediately noticed when choi yeonjun and the rest of his friends had sat down with you and your friends. he noticed that yeonjun sat directly beside you, smiling down at you with a hint of mischeif behind his eyes.

everyone knew choi yeonjun: he was talented, good looking, funny and charming. he captured the attraction of everyone in each room that he walked into. everyone in the city knew of him. it didn't surprise sunghoon that yeonjun had sat down beside you. you were well known too in the city- and you were pretty- so pretty.

the more the sunghoon watched you and yeonjun interact on the couch, the more he got it wrapped in his head that he was defintely not okay with it. he felt his jaw tick when he saw yeonjun place his hand on your bare thigh, you dress ridden up a little too high now from sitting down too long. when his hand rested there for 10 seconds more than he liked without you pushing it off, sunghoon pushed through his friends and walked right up to the little group that had formed on the couch. he heard heeseung call him from behind, but his eyes were set on you and yeonjun.

you could sense sunghoon's presence in a millisecond now that you had been close to him for a while. the second he stood to your right, you looked up. he had an annoyed look on his face as he looked down at you, glancing at your face and then yeonjun's hand on your thigh. you smirked to yourself when you realized that that was what got sunghoon so pissed looking.

"hi, sunghoon." you smiled up at him sweetly, still not pushing yeonjun's hand away. you thought of it as a little punishment of your own for avoiding you all week.

sunghoon overly smiled at you, a smile that to anyone except for you and his friends- knew was fake and that he was pissed, "hi y/n, do you want to come help me in the kitchen for a second?" he pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen.

"sure." you answered cheerily, pretending to not pick up on the fact that he was mad. you felt yeonjun's hand slip from your thigh- realizing then just how cold it was on your skin.

sunghoon met you half way by grabbing your hand, leading you down the hallway to the bathroom instead.

"what're you doi-?" you start to ask him, being cut short when he pushes you up against the bathroom counter.

"what are you doing?" sunghoon grunts back at you.

you cross your arms over your chest, trying to get some more distance between you and the annoyed boy, "i'm having fun with my friends."

"with yeonjun touching all over you?" sunghoon hisses at you, not being able to get the image out of his head.

"oh my god, hoon. he was not touching all over me!"

"still, he was touching you," sunghoon's hand came up and brushed your hair behind your ear, "and i don't like other people touching what's mine."

"what's yours?" you raise an eyebrow, challenging him almost.

"you're mine." sunghoon whispers as his pale features turn dark.

you smirk to yourself, not getting a chance to speak before sunghoon's hands are at the bottom hem of your dress, lifting it so it rests on your hips. your black panties are on display for him as you can feel the jealousy growing within him and the room.

"what're doin-?"

"do i need to show you who you belong to y/n?" sunghoon's voice was firm as he spoke to you, one of his hands gripping harshly onto your waist. meanwhile, his other hand had found its way to your core, shoving his fingers into your folds under the panties.

a small noise escapes your lips at the sudden intrusion, grabbing onto the bathroom counter behind you. "fuck, you're already so wet, baby."

you bite your lip and nod at him, unable to form any words. sunghoon hisses when his index finger slips so easily into your core, unmoving once inside. his thumb starts to play with your clit, wanting to tease you a bit. you let out a loud moan when his thumb picks up pace on your swollen clit. your head falls forward onto his shoulder, your moans filling his ears.

his index finger is joined by his middle fingers, stretching you more and starts to slip in and out of you quickly. sunghoon curls them, making your walls tighten when he already hits your gspot.

"hoon, shit." your voice comes out in a soft whisper. a sharp slap hits your thigh then.

"what did you call me?" sunghoon almost growls into your neck, biting harshly.

"s-sir! sorry sir!" you were prepared to beg if he stopped. luckily, he continued to kiss your neck and jaw, seeing your legs spreading wider for him to have more access.

"that's right. your pussy belongs to, sir."

you start to shutter in sunghoon's grasp, your senses becoming overwhelmed. sunghoon catches the way your eyes start to roll to the back of your head, nose coming into a scrunch. sunghoon smiles to himself, loving the way he so quickly tears you apart. he made no effort in slowing his fingers down from the quick pace he had set, he could feel you clenching around them already. with every curl of his finger, your body arched into his.

one of your hands lets go of the bathroom counter and holds onto sunghoon's black shirt, desperate to hold on to him in some way. sunghoon continues to watch your face contort into pleasure, loving the struggle you were having.

"you're such a slut, baby. letting me finger you in the bathroom." sunghoon teases you, watching you open your eyes to look at him, pleasure growing in your pupils, "are you going to cum, y/n? you wanna cum on my fingers?"

you whine out to him, "yes sir! please sir! please let me cum!" you gasp when sunghoon's hand grips your neck tightly, making you focus on the the pleasure his fingers were giving you.

"you can cum, baby." sunghoon allows you, letting you snap the coil that had been building in your stomach since the moment sunghoon had pulled you into the bathroom.

"f-fuck!" you stuttered out, waves of pleasure coursing htrough you as your head leaned forward onto sunghoon's shoulder again, needing the support.

sunghoon rips his fingers out of you, pulling away from you completely. you're about to complain but feel his fingers trailing over your lips. out of instinct, you open your mouth, and you can taste yourself. sunghoon smirks at how fucked out you look, humming when he feels your tongue circling his fingers.

"that's it baby, suck my fingers like it's my cock." you make sure to lick your juices clean off of sunghoon's fingers. when he pops them out of your mouth and notices the way your thighs still rub together. "what is it baby? need to cum again? do you want yeonjun to make you cum?"

sunghoon turns you around so your ass is on his crotch, your eyes meeting briefly in the mirror and begging him to fuck you. "sunghoon, i don't want anyone but you, just want you're cock."

sunghoon hums, nodding his head, "do you think you deserve my cock after letting someother man touch you right in front of me?"

"yes sir! please! i'm sorry sir, only you can fuck me!" you're about to say more but sunghoon cuts you off, slapping your ass.

"so fucking needy all the time." he slaps your ass again hard.

"'m sorry sir, just need you so bad."

sunghoon shoves two of his fingers inside your wet pussy again. you whine out, clutching onto the bathroom counter as his fingers pick up pace again.

"f-fuck." your eyes roll to the back of your head again, your body subconcsciouly moving away from him.

"what is it, y/n? too sensitive to take my fingers again?" sunghoon chuckles, rubbing your clit with his other hand, making you shift your hips and arch your back into him. he didn't have to look to know that there was a giant mess inbetween your thighs from the mixture of your spit, juices and cum.

"your pussy belongs to me, right baby? only i can make you a weak mess?"

you start to lose balance quickly at his curling of his fingers. his fingers feel so good inside you, hitting your gspot everytime since knows your body so well now.

sunghoon knows your body so well now that he knows you're close to cumming again. "you wanna cum again, y/n? make more of a mess on my fingers?"

"sunghoon!" his name slips out of your mouth as you feel his fingers start to fuck harder.

"who's pussy is this, y/n? tell me and i might let you cum." he commands you, the room filling with the sound of your wet pussy schelching around his fingers.

"you! fuck, sir! only yours, sir." you almost cry, your breaths becoming ragged as his hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing from behind you.

"good girl, my good girl's gonna cum now, right?"

"c-cuming, oh god, i'm cuming." your walls tighten harder about his fingers, coating them with more of your cum. your body shutters against him, pounding his fingers into you until you're pushing him away from the sensitivity. when he slowly pulls out of you and releases your throat, you collapse onto the bathroom counter.

sunghoon makes sure you don't hit your head anywhere, pulling your hair from your face so he could see how fucked out and sweaty you look. he sheepishly smiles at you when you make eye contact.

"wanna suck your dick now." you pout up at him, making him smile as he reaches for his jean buttons.

"sunghoon! are you in there?" there's a few pounds on the door and jay's voice is heard. "jake wants to leave, are you coming?"

"fuck." sunghoon mutters as he looks at the door, knowing that they were his only ride home. "yeah! i'm coming, give me a second." sunghoon turns his attention back to you who's already standing up off of the counter and pulling down your dress. "are you good?" he comes up behind you in the mirror, his hands wrapping around your waist.

you turn him in his grasp, "yeah,' m fine." he backs away from you, smiling at you as he heads to the door. "so i'll see you next weekend? y'know since i'll ignore you all week." you said to him as he reached for the door knob.

"what?" he paused and looked at you with a confused expression.

"well, that's what you do right? ignore me until you wanna hook up?"

"i don't ignore you."

"well you don't talk to me at school, or even text me."

sunghoon's eyes glance around the small bathroom, trying to process your words, "i didn't... do that... before we started to hook up?"

"well- well no, but-."

"do you want me to do that? text you and talk to you at school."

you stop yourself from smiling at such simple words- simple actions, "yes."

a small smile grows on sunghoon's face, "ok, i'll see you around then." you smiled in return and he left the bathroom, leaving you to clean up your ruined makeup by yourself, cursing him for finally making you cry.

-- -- -- -- --

you should've known not to believe sunghoon when he said he'd stop ignoring you, although he didn't really see it as that.

walking into school the monday after party, you were content on knowing that sunghoon would at least acknowledge your presence at school when your friends were around.

you had walked right up to where his group of friends crowds the hall at the end of day, all of them catching up so that they could walk home together. you were greeted by everyone except for sunghoon.

you tried smiling at sunghoon, wanting to see if he'd atleast smile back, but was returned with nothing but that same, cold expression he usually wore when he was in public. you were trying to give him the benefit of the doubt that maybe he was just shy in public, but chae and dayeon talked you out of that self excuse when they brought up the fact that he could talk to everyone- even girls that he's wanted to hook up with in the past- but you.

you were hurt more when it became friday night and not a single text from him was sent during the week. you had decided to ignore him again at the party of the night, wanting to give him his own medicine.

but your own anxious thoughts kept running through your head- that maybe sunghoon ignored you again this week because you came off as too clingy last weekend, or that he was fucking somone else instead.

you didn't understand why the thought of him getting into bed with someone other than you bothered you so much. you felt like you barely knew sunghoon, but knew him like the back of your hand at the same time. maybe it was because you had technically always been by each other due to your friend groups always interacting together- that it was some sort of trick on your mind that made you feel like sunghoon and you were friends too.

the more you thought of how much you knew sunghoon- the more you realized just how little you did.

you knew he figure skated, and that he liked to hang out with his friends- and that he liked when you bite his earlobe during hte five seconds he let you have false dominance over him before he took over again. but other than everything you knew about what made him sensitive and close to an orgasm- you pretty much knew nothing.

sunghoon was your mutual friend of four years, the person you spent every weekend night with wrapped up in his sheets that smelt like his cologne you had gotten used to, your next door neighbour- yet he felt like a stranger.

so you were upset when your plan to ignore him tonight when you showed up and learnt that he had decided to stay home this weekend.

"is he okay?" you asked jake, who only gave you an odd look before nodding, probably wondering why you were asking about sunghoon's well being when you don't even speak to him in public.

sunghoon frustrated you. and when you get frustrated from pure exhaustion- you drink- a lot.

you drink so much to forget that you're frustrated and don't realize how much you drink until chaehyun and dayeon are pulling you away from the drink table and into dayeon's car. you remember a faint memory of jay and jake waving bye to you from the lawn, and heeseung whispering something into chaehyun's ear with a smile.

you remember being quiet on the car ride home, until your phone notified you that you got a text.

to : sunghoon 💙 Do u wan to com over?????😜😜😜😜😜

from : sunghoon 💙 yeah sure, text me when

sunghoon knew from your texts that you were either completely wasted or just fooling around with him, but nonetheless, he got excited from it- knowing that either way you were still thinking about him. he had truly been tired from the past week- practice and school and his parents all kicking his ass.

opening your balcony doors when you gave him the 'ok' to come over, he wasn't too surprised to quickly realize how drunk you were. you were only wearing your underwear and bra, trying to sit sexily on your bed as you waited for him. in your mind, you truly did look like the sexiest woman alive, but the false sexy utopia you had created in your mind fell quickly when sunghoon only laughed when he took in your appearance.

"what?" you whined at him, your knees coming up to your chest, not expecting his pure laugh to fill your bedroom once he came in.

"nothing! nothing!" sunghoon reassured you as he continued to chuckle, closing the doors behind him as he stepped closer to you.

"why are you laughing?" you pouted at him, trying to not let him hurt your drunk feelings.

"what are you doing?" sunghoon looks down at your sitting posture, an amused smile still on his lips.

"i'm trying to look sexy for you." your response only made him laugh harder, covering his mouth with his hand to not wake up your parents. "what?!" you put your hands over your face, trying to hide as much as you can from him.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" he laughed out, reaching his hands out to remove your own gently, "it's just- i already think you're sexy- you don't need to sit in such an... awkward position when i come in. and what the hell was that look on your face?" you look up at him then, watching him contort his face into an expression that resembled yours when he first came in- only it really was NOT as sexy as you thought it was.

you playfully slap his arm, "i didn't look like that!"

"oh, yes you did!"

you laugh with him this time, watching him bend down and pick up your large shirt, passing it to you.

"what? you don't want to fuck me?" you suddenly pout again, your fingers going over the shirt's fabric in your hand.

the atmosphere in your room intenses for a moment as sunghoon switches between balancing on each of his feet, carefully thinking of what he should say, "not tonight y/n, you're drunk. tomorrow maybe, ok?"

your jaw drops open in disappointed, ready to protest that you're fine to have sex tonight, but stopping when a sharp pain went through your head, causing you to hiss and salp your hand to your forehead.

"y/n? are you okay?" sunghoon's voice as laced with concern then, as he knelt down so he was level with you.

"yeah, i just have a headache now- i really drank too much."

sunghoon grabs a waterbottle left on your desk as you slip the shirt over your pounding head. "here, drink this and go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning."

you take the waterbottle from him and watch as he starts to leave for the night- making your heart and lips pout in disappointment. "can't you stay for a bit, hoon? what if i need to throw up."

sunghoon turns back and rolls his eyes at you playfully. if it was any of his friends that said that to him, he'd be gone in an instant. he was never the type of the person that could handle other people's vomit. but, he wanted to stay with you, to make sure that you would be okay.

"fine." sunghoon nodded his chin towards you, "make room for me."

you slid under the blanket of your bed, moving over so that there would be enough room for the tall boy. sunghoon slips off his shoes and crawls in after you, making sure that there was some distance between you two.

sunghoon's been in your bed multiple times before- but the reason for it was never a saint. both of you had your heads on different pillows, your bodies facing each other as you layed on your sides.

your bedroom was silent as you closed your eyes, trying to fall alseep so that the ache in your head would stop. even though there was some distance between you and sunghoon, you could still feel his warmth from his body warm up your bed.

your head started to pound harder the more you tried to fall asleep, making your face scrunch up in pain.

"does it still hurt, y/n?" sunghoon's voice asked you, keeping your eyes closed still. his voice cancelled out the loud silence in your bedroom- somehow balancing out the pain in your head for a second.

"yeah, pretty bad." you whispered softly to him. you could feel sunghoon shift the blankets more so that they wrapped around your body, making your heart swell at the care he was showing you for the first time. "can you keep talking, hoon? your voice makes me feel better."

sunghoon paused for a moment before speaking, trying to think of what he should say, "what do you want me to talk about?"

"anything, just until i fall asleep."

sunghoon really thought for a moment as he looked at your calm body, wrapped in your blanket with a subtle pout on your lips- defintely regretting drinking so much tonight. "i remember the first time i saw you- in freshman year. you were sitting three rows in front of me, and you had your hair in a ponytail with a bright pink elastic. and you had on those black nike's you use to always wear before jake spilt that weird, green, halloween punch all over them."

you smiled at his obsveration, opening your eyes to find genuine happiness in his eyes as he recalled his first memory of you.

"i didn't think you noticed me." you confessed to him, remembering your own first memory of the quiet, shy boy.

"how could i have not noticed you?" sunghoon paused for a second, "you're so loud." you gasp as gently as you could out of shock and so that you don't hurt your head more for the moment. you hear sunghoon's low chuckle in your ear, "and pretty."

"you think i'm pretty?"

sunghoon tsked at you, "well yeah, i tell you that you're pretty all the time."

"yeah but that's usually when you have your dick in me."

even in the dark you could see sunghoon roll his eyes at your drunk words, "ok then, i think you're pretty whether my dick is inside of you or not."

your room goes back to being silent as you take in his words, never really thinking much of his compliments all the times before. but as you both lay in your bed, fully clothed and are making no effort to have sex, or to give one another head, or to even makeout, the compliment swirls in your head and sinks into your heart.

"thanks sunghoon."

sunghoon shrugs, "whatever." he tried to be nonchalent about the compliment, also fully aware that the only time he ever did compliment you was when you were about to hook up. it was something that he thought could cross the boundary of a friends with benefit relationship and a romantic relationship.

but none the less, sunghoon moved his head over onto your pillow, messing your foreheads together gently. you hummed at his warmth, your eyes closing to take it in again. his whole presence soothed your headache and made your body realize how tired you actually were from drinking all night.

"night, hoon."

"night, y/n."

when you felt your body fall into steady breaths and your mind become blank, you knew it'd be any second before you fell asleep for the night. when you felt sunghoon press a soft kiss to your forehead- you hoped to remember it in the morning as you were too close to falling asleep then you speak about it.

you wake up around noon hour the next day alone in your bed. there is a dull pain in your head still but it's defintely not as bad as it was the night before. you glance around your room, seeing your party dress thrown messily onto the floor. your blanket is tucked in at your sides as if you had been tucked in- and the only evidence that sunghoon was in your bed last night is the faint smell of his colgone on your pillow.

the first time that sunghoon and you hooked up during the week- and not after some random house party your friends would drag you to on the weekend- was only a few days after sunghoon had tucked you into bed before leaving an hour after you fell asleep with a drunk headache- a few days after he had complained about skating to you.

you were laying in your bed when you couldn't help but overhear sunghoon's mother lecturing him about how important it was for him to go every practice possible for him to get better. you heard a few grunts and mumbles from sunghoon in return, obviously not happy with the way his mother was being strict with him when it came to his sport.

you heard his balcony door slam shut and his mumbles got a bit louder. you stood up and opened your curtain, peeking out to see him leaning over the railing of his balcony. you could see the condensation in the air coming from his breath. the winter season had approached in your city, making everything colder and snow on the ground.

your movement had caught sunghoon's attention in the corner of his eye, realizing that you had been caught staring at him, you sheepishly open your balcony doors, stepping out onto your own balcony.

"hey." you spoke softly, wrapping your sweater around you to protect you from the cold.

"hi." sunghoon nodded at you, before returning his attention back to the street, watching a car drive by every now and then.

"are you okay?" you asked him after a moment of silence.

"yeah, just some skating stuff." sunghoon shrugs, "the usual shit."

"what's the usual shit?" you could see sunghoon tense for a moment at your question, not expecting for you to ask him about it.

"just- my parents think i'm better than i actually am."

"well i'm sure you're good, no? i see the medals all over your walls." you nod to his bedroom.

sunghoon smiles at your observation, "i'm okay. i've been having more bad skating days recently, it makes me think i'm actually bad at it."

"well maybe you should go to practice." you tease him, mocking his mothers words and making him groan. "how about you show me how bad you are at it then?"

sunghoon turns to look at you, raising an eyebrow, "have you even been skating before?"

"of course i have!" you defend yourself, "when i was like ten!"

sunghoon chuckles and leans on the balcony rail again, "fine, i'll take you tomorrow after dinner."

you ignore the weird feeling growing in your chest as he spoke, "ok!" you nodded at him, "i'll see you tomorrow then, hoon."

sunghoon smiles at his nickname, "night, y/n."

-

"okay, maybe this wasn't a good idea." you look at the frozen over pond nervously, trying to balance on the ice as you stood on the slippery surface, "is this even safe?"

"of course it is! i taught yewon how to skate here for years!" sunghoon laughed, grabbing a hold of your arm and trying to force your to move away from the side of the pond. "and i thought you said you knew how to skate! yewon is nine and skates way better than you!" he laughed when you gave him a scowl of hatred, knowing that if you were able to move that you'd hit him. "come on, y/n, don't chicken out on me! let's go."

"you go ahead! i'll be right here!" you said, gesturing with your hand that he should go.

sunghoon had known you for years and had never seen you nervous before. it was hilarious that something he was arguably better at than walking would be something that scared you so much.

"god, i didn't know you were going to be the biggest baby when i agreed to take you skating." sunghoon said with a tone of fake disappointment, skating towardrs you again.

"i am not being a baby! i didn't know you'd take me to some sketchy pond! what if we fall through?"

sunghoon laughed out loud at you, "we won't fall in! just trust me, let's go."

sunghoon continued to get you to skate with him, making you move your feet a little on the ice before you almost face planted on the ice, sunghoon's hand reaching quickly to catch your own hands- his warmth heating up your hands to match the warmth on your cheeks from embarrassment.

you must've looked ridicoulous to sunghoon as he skated backwards, trying to teach you how to skate. your legs started to feel like jelly. "it feels too weird, hoon!" you whined, concentrating too much on not falling.

"oh you're doing fine, y/n! when you think you got it, i can let go. you just need to bend forward a little bit, so you can build momentum!" sunghoon advised you.

when you finally made a full circle around the pond, sunghoon smirked teasingly again, "see you got it? wanna go for another round?"

"in a second, i don't want to hold you back. i can take a break while you do your tricks or whatever."

sunghoon threw his head back and laughed into the cold winter air, "my tricks or whatever?"

you returned his smile with a bright one of your own, almost laughing at his laugh. you watched him turn around nonetheless, skating a lot quicker than he was with you, doing spins and twirls and jumps for a few minutes before returning to you.

"what the hell were you talking about when you said you thought you were bad! that was so cool!" you cheered at him when he came to a complete stop beside you.

"thanks, means a lot coming from the girl who can barely stand on the ice." sunghoon said sarcastically.

"hey!" you nudged him, thankful that he was close enough for you to do that so you wouldn't have to try to move towards him.

"i'm kidding!" sunghoon laughed, grabbing your hand again and pulling you out to the middle of the pond, under the moonlight and street lamps.

truthfully, sunghoon couldn't hlep but apprecaite the moment with you. it had been a while since he had someone to skate with him other than his skating instructor. and although you had no idea how to skate, your compliments meant a lot to him- glad that he could impress you with something he did.

"what're you thinking about?" you asked, realizing he had zoned out while looking toward the trees surrounding 3/4ths of the pond.

"nothing much," sunghoon shrugged, "let's go for another round, you're really not that bad."

"hey!" you gasped again, making him smile as he stated skating backwards- your hands in his.

you had spent two hours skating with sunghoon, by the end of it, you managed to keep up with him and not need to hold onto his hands for dearlife.

sunghoon and you stood at the end of your meeting driveways. they both knew that something between them was different after the skating lesson. sunghoon thought you were pretty before, but now he thought you were beautiful. he had never felt a connection to someone like the one he was feeling that night.

"i had a fun time, sunghoon." you spoke, smiling up at him.

"me too, you're actually good now that you can stand." sunghoon joked, making you roll your eyes.

"yeah, thanks for teaching me and stuff." you suddenly felt shy as you stood in front of him.

"it's no problem, y/n."

"maybe we could go again and you can teach me how to do those spinning jumps!"

"i think you'd need more than one lesson before you try those ones." you pout up at his words playfully. "but i wouldn't mind going again with you."

the look of joy and relief on your face was obvious as he spoke. "okay, hoon. i'll see you at school tomorrow, right?"

"right, have a good sleep y/n."

"good night, sunghoon." you didn't want to but you turned and walked up your driveway, looking across your lawn to give him a small wave before walking into your house.

sunghoon stood on his porch after you went inside, wanting to hold onto this feeling for as long as he could.

-

a few days later, you had heard from his friends that sunghoon wasn't at school that certain day because he had a long skating practice. you felt less excited at school knowing that he wasn't there. you had started to look for sunghoon more and more in the hallways ever since he fingered you in the bathroom at yeonjun's party.

the memory of the way he looked so jealous and pissed when another boy layed a hand on you made a feeling in your chest that you had learned to enjoy. it was nice knowing that sunghoon cared if anyone else touched you. you liked to think that you would react the same way he did if another girl was touching him in public as well.

there had been no real conversation between you two about where your relationship still stood. both of you figured that the other one still wanted a strict friends with benefits one. you think at first that you liked the sound of that. it was fun hooking up with sunghoon- and you both liked your independence. but it was nice falling asleep so close to him the past weekend- the fuzzy feeling in your chest died out for awhile when you woke up to an empty bed.

granted, your parents would be pissed if they had woken up and found sunghoon- or any other boy- asleep in your bed with you. but you wished that you could've basked in his warmth for longer before you passed out from your drunk headache.

it let your imagination run wild as you thought of different scenarios of how you could wake up to sunghoon beside you everyday- in each one you woke up happy. it made you think of what a real romantic relationship with sunghoon could be like.

it also made you realize that sunghoon was definitely not a romantic relationship person.

you saw sunghoon come home that night, slamming his car door and storming up the porch steps to his house with a frown on his face.

sunghoon had mentionned a few times in passing to you how stressful skating got to him sometimes. his parents were pretty strict with his sport and encouraged him to go to every practice and competition that he could go to.

you gave it some time to think about how you could help sunghoon.

when you went up to your bedroom, you saw the sunghoon's bedroom light was on and his curtains were open. you could see him digging through his closet, probably looking for something to change into. you could tell from the way his back and shoulders were tensed up that he was still frustrated with something. it was something that you picked up on quickly from the amount of times he's took out his frustration with you.

which gave you an idea.

to : sunghoon 💙 do you need any help? :)

you watched sunghoon pull out his phone from his back pocket at the notification of your text. he turned and saw you out his window, a small smirk on his face as he walked towards the balcony, texting on his phone.

from sunghoon 💙 can't parents are home

sunghoon puts a pout on his face, his tense shoulders drooping low at the disappointment.

to : sunghoon 💙 you can be quiet, can't you?

sunghoon bit his lip, quirking his eyebrow up and pushing open his balcony doors.

"come in." he rolled his eyes at your playfully. you smiled brightly in return and left your bedroom, climbing over your balcony and onto his as he waited for you, leaning on the door frame.

almost instantly sunghoon pushed you against his balcony door once you were inside. his lips met yours in a rush that showed you how much he needed you. his hands slid from your ribcage to your hips, pulling your cores together.

you suddenly pushed him off of you, backing him up until he sat on his bed, his feet still on the groud. you stood inbetween his thighs as he looked up at you with a cocky smirk.

"what're you doing, baby?" he asked you, leaning back on his palms.

you reached your hand out and rubbed your thumb on his jaw, "don't you want my mouth on your cock tonight, baby?" you fake pouted at him. he nodded up at you, making a smile form on your lips instead, "then you're gonna listen to me, be the good boy i know you can be."

"y/n, i-" sunghoon is about to reject but you grip his jaw harder, a strict expression on your face making him shut up.

""you want my mouth, right baby?" he nodded, making you tsk at him.

"you need to speak, hoonie."

"yes." he nodded again, letting himself bask in your new nickname for him. you smirked down at him, your hand dropping from his jaw to his crotch, feeling the almost hard bulge in his pants. you started to massage his cock through his sweatpants, making his hips buck up at the sudden feeling.

"take your shirt off." sunghoon almost whined at the loss of your hand on him, but nonetheless, leaned back and slipped off his white shirt, revealing his pale, muscular chest. you got down on your knees, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. his cock slapped against his thigh once it hit the air of his bedroom. his tip was turning red, the promienent vein on it's side was popping out.

"so pretty, hoonie." you took his cock in your hand, jerking it softly to harden it up more. you kissed the tip of it, making a soft inhale come from him in response.

sunghoon had pictured you sucking him off multiple times before, even when the two of you weren't hooking up. he never imagined that you'd take control over him as you did it.

you spit on his dick, a giant glob landing on the tip like you knew he liked. your fingers dipping into your spit, jerking his cock with your saliva now.

"fuck." sunghoon let out under his breath queitly.

"too much already, baby?"

"n-no, please keep going." you smiled up at him, taking his tip into your mouth, circling your tongue around it.

you caught the way sunghoon gripped his blanket underneath him at the feeling. you jerked your hand faster on the parts your mouth and tongue couldn't reach. he subconsciously jerked his hips upwards and into your mouth, making his dick reach further into your mouth.

your other hand started to roll his balls into your palm, making sunghoon bite down on his lip to keep quiet, knowing his parents were just down the hall. you smiled around his tip, your tongue tracing his sensitive slit.

"oh my god." he shook his head, liking the way that your saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth before you sucked it back up and sunk down on his cock again.

"you're being such a good boy, hoonie. so quiet, so obedient." you hummed around his tip, the vibrations from your voice echoing down his cock.

"oh god." sunghoon's face scrunched up, his hand coming to hold onto your hair. "c-close fuck." he whispered to you. your hand movements sped up on his cock and balls.

"please cum for me, baby, wanna taste your cum."

sunghoon threw his head back as he came. your sucking not stopping as you milked him through his high, wanting to swallow every drop of his cum and taste him fully. you didn't stop until he was pushing you off from the oversensitivity you were giving him.

"fuck y/n, stop. please. t-too much." he moaned quietly, looking down at you. you placed one last kiss on the tip of his pretty cock before standing up and plopping down on his bed beside him. you watched him bend over and slide his boxers and sweatpants back over his legs, before turning and smirking at you. "fuck you."

you smiled cheesily at him, "told you you were a sub."

"i am not." he defended himself quietly, pushing you back onto your back so he could lay beside you, one of his arms draping over your stomach. you could feel him catching his breath beside you, still coming down from his high as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"what're you doing, hoonie?" you asked him in a hushed tone.

"'m tired now, no one's ever called me a good boy before."

you laughed into your hand, loving this rare side of sunghoon- almost as if he was being clingy. you realized soon that his breaths had evened out onto your skin, him having fallen asleep from a stressful day and a hard orgasm.

his quiet breaths and the quiet night lulled you to sleep quickly before you had a chance to prevent it, only realizing what you had done when you woke up beside him in the morning. you didn't know what time it was, but you could hear his family awake downstairs and the smell of food wafting upstairs.

"sunghoon." you shook his arm that was still draped over you,"sunghoon!" he rolled off of you with a confused expression on his face, stretching his arm out as he looked around him.

"fuck." he looked at you with wide eyes once reality had set into his sleepy mind.

"sunghoon? are you awake?" his mother's voice called from the stairs, "you're going to be late for school."

"y-yeah! i am! give me a second!" sunghoon called out, ushering for you to get up and out the balcony doors. you felt your heart in your chest as you tiptoed around his room, wanting to get out of there quickly and quietly.

"sunghoon! what are you doing? you're never this late to be downstairs!" his mother's voice was closer this time, her foot steps being heard coming down the hall.

"shit! go go!" sunghoon held the door open for you, making sure that you got onto your balcony safely before he closed it and the curtains shut.

"sunghoon!" his mother opened the door, she scanned his room cautiously, staring at her shirtless son, "hurry up and get dressed, school starts in twenty minutes."

"yes, mom, sorry." he smiled at her, earning a suspicious smile from her before she closed his door again, a giant sigh leaving his mouth once she was gone.

sunghoon opened his curtain, peaking out to see you waving at him from your bedroom, he smiled at you and rolled his eyes, mentally cursing himself for not setting an alarm to wake up to.

one of your biggest regrets is not staying in bed with sunghoon for longer.

the days following when you gave sunghoon a blowjob were miserable. you cursed yourself for thinking that sunghoon would ever see you as anything more than a girl to hook up with. you cursed yourself for actually liking the cold hearted park sunghoon that kept everything to himself- hidden away from everyone.

you walk into school an hour after leaving sunghoon's house that morning, a happy feeling that you wish you could've felt for the rst of life, in your chest. you gleamed at everyone in the hallways- thoughts of sunghoon running through your mind.

you didn't notice until lunch hour that sunghoon hadn't shown up to school. when you walked up to the cafeteria table that your friends usually all sat at, your smile finally dropped at the lack of presence of park sunghoon. the boys had also thought it was weird that sunghoon had shown up, or event exted them beforehand saying that he wouldn't be at school for the day.

sunghoon's curtains were closed when you got home from school, and you could see that his lights were on through the cracks of the curtains. you texted him to ask if he was okay, but ultimately got no answer.

by the end of the night, when you were laying in bed for the night, you figured that sunghoon was probably tired from having a late night last night. and that everything was fine, and that you'd see your neighbour in the morning.

but of course, things with park sunghoon were never just fine.

for the rest of the week, it seemed that sunghoon had gone back to ignoring your presence, even worse than the times before. and it wasn't just affecting you now, but you're whole friend group. as soon as the two of you were even near each other, the whole rooom could feel the tension between you. you pretended like you didn't notice the awkward glances thrown to eachother as you stood in the hallway with your friends and sunghoon.

you had texted sunghoon again, asking if you had done anything, only for it to be unresponded to like before. you would see him come home after skating practice at the same time, his usual cold and calm composure resting on his face as he walked up to his house. sunghoon kept his curtains tightly shut, not once letting the sun in during the day, or the moonlight invading his room while he did late night homework.

on friday night, everytime you'd enter a room at the party house of the night, sunghoon would leave if he was in that room as well. he ignored every glance of yours, every eyebrow quirk until you couldn't take it anymore and drank more than you should've. but drinking was the only thing you could do to forget the horrible week that you were having because of your neighbour.

as you kept drinking, you imagined sunghoon coming over and stopping you. admiting that he's an asshole for everything he's done recently and taking you back to his house, where'd you lay together in his bed again- and this time you'd wake up together and lay there for hours with soft smiles on your faces. but sunghoon didn't stop you.

you hadn't noticed that sunghoon had even left the party until heeseung and chaehyun were helping you get into the back of dayeon's car. you layed in the back of the cold leather seats as dayeon and chaehyun were in the front. the memory of how heeseung stayed with chae in the back a few months ago when she was too dunk replayed in your mind and made you sob outloud. you wished that sunghoon was in the back with you, letting you rest your drunk head on his lap as he brushes your hair out of your face until you get home.

dayeon and chaehyun didn't know what to do. they had never seen you drink so much to the point where you cry. they had never even seen you just cry before either. you wree usually their shoulder to lean on, you were the strong friend, the friend that always helped everyone with their problems because you never had any of your own.

they had seen you crack more and more everyday since you had been hooking up with sunghoon. they realized as soon as you told them about sunghoon that he was the first boy that you chased, rather than the other way around. they realized that sunghoon was different for you, whether you realized it or not.

park sunghoon wasn't just some boy you wanted to hook up, he wasn't just your friend or neighbour- he was the boy you fell in love with.

and it scared you to think that you had fallen for someone who didn't love you back- that couldn't love you back.

you remember chaehyun and dayeon putting you to bed quietly, trying to soothe your cries. they knew if they asked why you were crying that you wouldn't tell them. you were stubborn and private and it was those characteristics of yourself that you saw in sunghoon- and you hated them. you wished that sunghoon would open up to you- comminucate to you about how he was feeling and why he was doing the things he was doing to you. but you couldn't blame him, because you don't tell him how you're feeling either.

you go to a party the next night, after waking up that morning with swollen eyes and lips from crying yourself to sleep. chaehyun and dayeon kept an eye on you for the first half of the party- obviously aware that you weren't doing too well mentally. they figured that it had something to do with sunghoon, by the glances you had been giving him all week- and crying when you realized he had left without you the night before.

you felt bad at first when you realized that your friends were babysitting you at the party, seeing the way heeseung and chaehyun obviously wanted to be alone with each other and that dayeon didn't want to come to a party tonight anyways.

you drank more when you realized that sunghoon wasn't even coming to the party tonight. with each drink you wondered more about who you were becoming- going to parties for a specfic boy and drinking to forget him.

you ended up leaving the party before anyone else, taking a cab home and texting dayeon that you were fine as you left, finally escaping from the overprotective care of your friends.

you smiled politely at eth cab driver as he dropped you off, wishing a good night before you closed the door and watched him drive off again. when you turned to head up your driveway, a body standing on the porch next door caught your eye.

sunghoon was standing there, his back turned to you as he started to unlock his front door.

"where have you been?" you called out to him, taking in his outfit of jeans and a tshirt. he turned at the sound of your voice, lettting his hand of keys drop to the side as he took in your own appearance.

"skating." sunghoon shrugged, "where have you been?"

you took a few steps towards his house, stopping at the bottom of his porch steps to look up at the pretty boy, "a party, i thought you'd be there, but of course i was wrong."

sunghoon realized as the way you slurred your words that you were drunk, "what do you mean?"

you shrugged, kicking your feet on the pavement, "im always wrong when it comes to you." his silence after your statement made you talk more, "i never know what's going on with you. one second you're calling me yours and complimenting me and getting mad when other guys touch me, but the next second you're ignoring me and pretending you don't know me!" you held back a sob as you finally told sunghoon how you had been feeling this entire time, "and if you don't want to do this," your finger pointing between both your bodies, "then just tell me! because i'm tired of guessing what you want and ending up wrong!"

sunghoon feels his chest tighten at your confession, not realizing just how much he had been hurting you. he never realized that you could be hurt, always walking around so strong and smiling and making everyone's day with your humour and outgoingness. but he was wrong about you.

"fine, let's break this up."

sunghoon's words split your cracked heart into two separete pieces, "r-really?" you prayed that you. heard him wrong- that your drunk mind was playing tricks on you.

"yeah, you're right this time y/n. i don't want this anymore." he looked down at your small figure in your pretty party dress, your cheeks pink from the alcohol and night breeze. he so badly wanted to wrap you up in his jacket, keep you warm beside him, but he knew this was for the best as he still saw a little bit of hope in your glossy eyes, "i don't want you anymore."

and then your glossy eyes that he's looked into so many times weren't looking at him anymore, and it made him wonder if they'd ever look at him again.

"fuck you, sunghoon." were your final words to him as you stomped over his lawn and into your house, managing to hold back your tears until you got to your bedroom.

your curtains were open, letting the moonlight in and hope that sunghoon would be at the balcony, waiting for you. the thought made you slam your curtains closed, never wanting to open them again.

you didn't have enough energy to change out of your dress, too devasted that you had allowed yourself to be played by park sunghoon- the quiet, shy dorky boy that sat in the back of the class in your freshman year- the boy that everyone asumed was an innocent virgin that would never do anything to hurt anyone. you were so wrong about him and about everything, that you wanted to sleep until you didn't think about him anymore. you only wanted to wake up once your mind and body had forgotten about park sunghoon. when no longer knew the way his lips tasted, the way his cheeks get puffy when he wakes up and the way his laugh sounds when he throws his head back.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

sunghoon wasn't too surprised when he found out you weren't at school on monday. guilt and sadness were the only things he could feel at the way he had been treating you- at the memory of your last words to each other.

he wasn't too surprised when chaehyun and dayeon had started giving him dirty looks in the hallways on tuesday. he figured that you would tell them what had happened sooner rather than later. hopefully, chaehyun didn't hate him too much though, because it would be kinda of awkward at heeseung's parties if his girlfriend- or whatever they were- hated his best friend.

sunghoon wasn't surprised when it had been thursday night and he hadn't received one text form you all week. when he hadn't seen your smile, or heard your laugh in the hallways, or caught you staring at him through your windows as he changed for school. he had figured that he had hurt you enough for you to get over him quickly- at least that's what he hoped.

it had only shocked sunghoon when you hadn't shown up to the party on friday night.

dayeon and chaehyun cursed sunghoon for looking so held together throughout the week at school- as if he hadn't just told their best friend that he didn't want her anymore. he had to have known that he meant something more than a fuck buddy to you, especially after you had just confessed to hm about how he had been making you feel for months.

chae and dayeon made a pact to not tell you how well sunghoon had been looking, while you were surrounded with used tissues in your bed. you had told your parents that you were sick, which wasn't too hard to believe since you looked and sounded sick from the amount of crying you had been doing.

it was all too much for you. you feel like you had lost yourself complettely over the past months and you had no idea until it was too late. your past self would have never let you get so caught up on one boy- no matter how good he smelt, how wonderful he tasted and how hard he made you laugh.

whether sunghoon liked it or not, you had chipped away at his cold, shy exteriror within those months that you two were fuck buddies. you realized how kind and caring he was, how well he took care of his little sister and friends, how protective he was over you and made sure you were okay. those memories you had of him did nothing to make you remember last saturday night. those awful words he said to you only rang loosely in your mind as his soft whispers on early mornings were louder.

it hit sunghoon the moment chaehyun and dayeon had walked in together friday night, you no where to be seen.

"what's that look for?" dayeon popped her hip and crossed her arms as she looked at sunghoon with an annoyed face.

"y/n's not here?"

chaehyun scoffed beside dayeon, "why the hell would she be here?"

"what does that mean?" jake chimed in from the couch, confused as to why there was so much tension between the three of them at the mention of you. "i thought y/n was sick."

chaehyun scoffed again as she sat down beside heeseung who looked as equally as confused.

"didn't your bro sunghoon tell you what he did to y/n?" dayeon hissed to jake, her cold eyes not leaving sunghoon as she spoke.

"no?" jake shook his head slowly, "what the hell did you do?"

"oh y'know, just broke her heart." chaehyun said with a scowl on her face. heeseung grabbed her hand at the tone of her voice, trying to calm her down gently.

"what?" jake asked, "you guys- were dating?"

"no!" sunghoon said immediately, "we weren't!"

dayeon scoffed again, "god sunghoon, you are so clueless!"

"what do you mean?"

"it was so obvious that y/n liked you! she wanted to be with you! and all you do is tell her that you don't want her! like she's some pest!"

the cold stares from dayeon and chaehyun and the confused stares from his friends were becoming too much for him. the party music becoming too loud for him to process any words to say, only scoffing himself and turning on his heel away from them. he grabbed a bottle of vodka and pushed open the backdoor, needing some fresh air away from it all.

sunghoon had been beating himself up ever since you had agreed to become fuck buddies with him. he knew that you didn't deserve to be in a relationhip like that with him- or to even be in a bed with him. he thinks he was counting down the days until you realized that and left him to the side, alone.

there hadn't been a day that sunghoon hadn't thought of you since the beginning of the school year. he wishes that he could've been more open with you about his feelings- but he's sure wasted it now. the way your friends had confronted him was pure evidence about the way you were feeling about him the past week.

sunghoon had tried to persuade himself that he had done the right thing by breaking it all off with you. you didn't deseve to be with a guy like him. he was shy, cold, and private and quiet, sometimes too afraid to make eyecontact with people. while you were pretty, and outgoing, confident, and strong and so nice to everyone that you ever meet.

he knew that if anyone would see the two of you together that it would be a nightmare. no one would believe that the two of you were dating from the different worlds that you come from- the different reputations that surrounded your names.

sunghoon wanted to be with you, wanted to hold your hand as you walk down the halls, leave hickeys down your neck so everyone would know you were his, wanted to just spend time with you and learn everything about you and more. sunghoon curses himself for being too insecure about himself- knowing that if you ever found out about the way he thinks of himself that you would turn your nose up in disgust.

you were out of his league in every aspect, and he knew it from the start.

sunghoon didn't realize just how much he had drank of the vodka until his sight had become blurry. he rested his head on the porch railing, trying to center himself.

"hoon?" heeseung's voice called out from the back door, "are you okay?"

as soon as sunghoon turned his head to look at him, heeseung could tell that sunghoon was drunk, and he had never seen sunghoon drunk before.

"okay, let's sit, hoon." heeseung took hurried steps toward his friend, ushering him over to a chair. "are you okay?"

"no." sunghoon admitted, not being able to look at his friend. he's known heeseung since they were little, they met in grade one and had become best friends since then.

over the years, they had gotten to know each other so well. they knew each other's deepest secrets that not even jake or jay knew. sunghoon has not only been feeling guilty for what he had done and said to you, but for what he's been doing to heeseung recently.

sunghoon has been so caught up in skating and you that he's abandonned his friends. he could tell that everytime he left a party early to go back home with you, heeseung would get a certain look on his face. an expression that sunghoon knew meant heeseung was disappointed.

sunghoon knew that heeseung liked going to parties that sunghoon was at. jake and jay were the extraverts in their little friend group. they liked to get up on tables and dance, they liked to play beer pong with anyone and everyone, they liked to talk as many girls as they could during the night.

meanwhile, sunghoon and heeseung would sit back on the couch, enjoying watching their friends make fools of themselves. they liked listening to the shitty music together and picking out the hottest girl at the party that night. sunghoon always knew that heeseung thought chaehyun was the hottest, and would always smirk to himself when heeseung would pick some other girl while his eyes were still glued to chae.

sunghoon's been too caught up on his own shit, that he doesn't even know if heeseung and the girl that he's liked fo ryears are dating. he's known that he should ask him, chae and hee are always together now a day, but he never finds the energy or motivation to ask.

"what's been bothering you, hoon?" heeseung asked gently, never knowing how sunghoon is going to react when you try to pry into his personal life. when sunghoon stays silent heeseung's not surprised, even if sunghoon is drunk- he's still self aware to not just spill whatever he's feeling. "i didn't know that you and y/n had been hooking up, i'm sorry about that. i should've asked."

sunghoon scoffs at how nice his best friend is- he's too nice that he won't even admit that sunghoon has been hurting him for months too. "i should've asked about you and chae. i'm sorry, i just-" sunghoon pauses, leaning his forehead onto his palm, trying ot process his feelings into words- something that he's never been good at.

"it's fine, i knew you wanted to ask." heeseung shrugs, taking a sip out of the almost empty bottle of vodka that sunghoon had brought out. "when you first told us that you had hooked up with y/n, was the the first time, or?"

sunghoon nodded, "yeah, it was." sunghoon almost smiles as he remembers the guys all gasping and asking him how it was.

"and then, the last time was last week?"

"yeah, last tuesday."

"what made you want to stop?"

sunghoon sighed, "i never wanted to stop- but we had to." he took heeseung's silence as a sign to continue carefully, "you know how we both are hee, it wouldn't have worked out."

"i think it would've." sunghoon quirks an eyebrow up at heeseung in confusion making heeseung laugh, "well, you both liked eachother and spent time together, right?" sunghoon sits up straight at the mention of liking each other- trying to plaster a disgusted look on his face. "hoon," heeseung stated seriously, "it's okay that you like y/n, we all kinda knew anyways."

"you could tell?" sunghoon's eyes widened.

"yeah," heeseung shrugged, "i mean, we didn't know you were hooking up all the time, but just by the way you'd look around the room until you found y/n, and then you'd always stare at her until you disappeared with her somewhere."

"oh." sunghoon nodded, thinking about it.

"plus that time you almost shot lazers with your eyes at yeonjun when he was sitting with y/n." heeseung caught the way sunghoon smiled gently at the mention of that party. "i know you still like y/n, hoon. and we both know how nice and understanding she is. so i think, if you go and tell her how you feel- how you really feel- she'll probably forgive you."

sunghoon turned his head to the side, a scoff leaving his mouth, "i can't, hee, it's embarrassing to talk about that shit."

"it's not. especially if it it's y/n it's not- and you know that."

"i still can't hee. it's better we aren't together. she deserves to be with someone else- someone like jake or jay- someone like her." sunghoon is still adament to forget everything he ever had with you- everything he's ever felt for you.

"but i think you're like her." heeseung can see that sunghoon is about to defend his statement again, "you're both realistic, and strong and understanding- you're both funny and extra warm to the people close to you. i know how you can be towards yourself, hoon, and it shouldn't stop what's between you and y/n."

sunghoon nods gently, playing with his fingers in his lap. "she's still out of my league, heeseung." sunghoon speaks softly now, the verbal mention of his self insecurity wrapping around his body and vocal cords.

"she's not- that's something society has created and you can't let it affect you. just talk to her, hoon, you'll see it'll all be okay. trust me."

chaehyun explaining to you what heeseung had talked to sunghoon about at the party only made you feel worse.

it made you feel like sunghoon didn't trust you like you had thought he did. it made you angry that sunghoon cared so much about what others thought about him and you and a relationship between you two. it made you want to crawl away into a world where there was no one else except for you and sunghoon where maybe then you could be together happily.

you had gone to school the next week, keeping to yourself and dayeon and chaehyun. you kept your curtains closed, wondering if sunghoon would notice it. you thought that maybe heeseung had talked some sense into sunghoon- quietly thinking that any second now, sunghoon is going to text you to come over, and he'll confess everything to you. or that maybe he'll knock on your balcony doors, push you on your bed and tell you to listen to him explain himself. in whatever the case would be- you knew that you would cave in and forgive him- because you knew that sunghoon was complicated- you knew that everything he said or did was carefully calculated.

but there was nothing from him all week. just the same radiosilence you had been dealing with for the past three weeks.

so you were pissed. and you were feeling more like yourself again even though sunghoon's name was still carved into your heart. so, you went out to party with your friends on friday night.

it had been two weeks since you had caught up with all of your friends. all of them happy to see you back in the atmohpshere that you belonged in. almost instantly, you were back to what you had always done- to what you had done before you started hooking up with sunghoon.

you danced with jake and jay and played beer pong with them. you gossipped with all the girls and took shots with them. you had almost completely forgotten about sunghoon for the night.

when intak, a boy from your grade who you had talked to a few times at a couple of parties, joined behind you to dance, you didn't think much of it. he was cute, and he his strong hands on your hips distracted you from everything else- only trying to following his movements to the beat of the music.

of course, that scene wasn't something sunghoon wanted to first walk into the party and see.

"fuck." jake groaned from beside sunghoon, obviously seeing the scene as well and knowing that sunghoon was going to be pissed.

all day, jake, jay and heeseung were persuading sunghoon to come out and party with them tonight. they could tell that sunghoon was still caught up with how he ended things with you and wanted him to have fun tonight. his friends had barely seen him since last weekend's party where he got completely shit faced. sunghoon spent his entire week at the skating rink- practicing every jump and spin and trick he could think of until his whole body was bruised from falling and musicles were strained.

his friends were happy when he finally caved in and told them that he would come, if only for twenty minutes even. the party had only started an hour ago, and walking in to find you with a red solo cup in your hand and your ass grinding against intak was something that made him almost punch every wall in the house and storm out.

heeseung caught the way sunghoon's hands clenched into fists at his side, "sunghoon, don't." but it was too late for a warning, sunghoon was making his way right towards you and intak. "sunghoon!" jake and jay had joined heeseung into calling for their friend to come back.

even through the music and intak's whispered voice in your ear, you heard the calls of your neighbours name. your eyes opened and turned towrds the sound, finding sunghoon's angry eyes in a second.

"hoon?" his nickname rolled off your tongue for the first time in week before his hand was wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away from intak. "sunghoon what the fuck?" your head turned back to intak, giving him an apologetic look as you were pulled away from him. sunghoon ignored your questions until he had pushed you into the bathroom, locking the door once both of you were inside.

"what the fuck are you doing, sunghoon?" you looked pissed as you leaned against the bathroom counter- and sunghoon had to push the thoughts away of how hot you looked when you were pissed.

"what the fuck are you doing?" sunghoon repeated to you.

"having fun." you raised your eyebrows and spoke in an obvious tone. sunghoon brushed his fingers through his hair to get his bangs out of his face, you could tell from his expression that he had a lot on his mind.

"with intak?" he paused to speak with his hand still in his hair.

"yeah, didn't you see it?"

sunghoon chuckled at your brattyness, walking over to you then, dropping his hand from his hair to place on the counter behind you, trapping you in. "so you were you planning on leaving with him?"

you could hear the dominance growing in sunghoon's voice, and if you weren't so weak for sunghoon then maybe you would've lasted longer standing up for yourself. "if he wanted to." you saw his eyes look behind your head into the mirror, grin growing on his lips before returning his gaze back to you. his hands meet your hips and turn you around.

"look at that." sunghoon's deep voice is in your ear as he speak, "look in the mirror, little one." you do as he demands, your gaze meeting the way his body is pushed up against your own. the two of you look so perfectily dirty with each other, the type of way that makes you drool without realize it.

sunghoon's thigh is placed inbetween your thighs, feeling the way your cunt grinds down onto it at the sight of you two pushed together. "you see how pretty you are, baby? pretty just for me, right?"

"y-yes, sir." you nod, not being able to take your eyes off of the mischievius look he's giving you in the mirror.

"i haven't fucked you in a while, i think i need to show you who you belong to, again." you only nod in response, reaching behind you to grip onto his shirt, pulling him closer if possible. you're sure that if sunghoon and you were in the middle of a 'fight' then he would've spanked you for not answering and for touching him without permission. but the both of you just need each other, the both of you are too caught up in eachother's gaze.

"please fuck me, sir."

sunghoon's hand grips onto your jaw, holding your head up so he can kiss down your neck, his eyes never leaving yours as he bites harshly, surely leaving a mark this time- the feeling leaving you feeling as if you're floating. "such a good girl now, huh? using your manners to ask to be fucked. maybe if i leave few marks on your skin you'll remember that you're mine."

your core continues to grind against his thigh as he continues to bite into your skin, leaving red and purple marks- marking you as his for you, him and everyone else to know.

when he decides that you have enough on your skin, he's pulling away from you, a whine leaving your throat before he's pushing up your dress and yanking your panties down your legs. you can see your bare core in the mirror, and the way sunghoon's face is a mix of awe and adoration as he looks at your bare skin, before meeting your eyes with a soft smile- contrasting so well compared to everything else the two of you had been doing for the past minutes.

"please, sunghoon," his name leaving your mouth makes his heart swell, realizing then how bad he's missed you and how bad he needs you.

"okay, baby, okay." he presses a kiss into your head, smelling your perfume and shampoo as he unbuckles his belt, and pulls his cock out of his pants. he's already fully hard and red as he pumps his cock. youmove your hips out so he can line his cock up with your core easier.

sunghoon slips easily into you, making you think that you were made for him, fitting together like puzzle pieces although the two of you are so physically and personally different.

you almost cry outloud when you see how wet his cock is with your juices when he pulls out, the light from the bathroom making his cock shiny in the mirror's reflection.

"fuck, i missed you." sunghoon groaned into your shoulder from behind you. you nod in response, agreeing with him with more than anything.

you know that you'd be knocked down over the bathroom's counter if sunghoon wasn't holding your body up and close to him. his cock was stuffing you full to your hilt, too face. sunghoon doesn't give you a chance to breathe, wanting you to feel right here, right now, just how much he has missed you. sunghoon's enjoying the time with you, enjoying your moans and gazes in the mirror.

you find yourself growing close to your orgasm faster than ever as you watch the two of you fall apart in the mirror.

"fuck, hoon, so close."

sunghoon nods into your hair, his gaze remaining soft as he kisses your head and pounds into you harder. "that's okay, baby, wet my cock with your cum, wanna feel you tighten around me so bad."

your body starts to arch in his hold, your orgasm finally hitting you. his cock starts to hammer into you, wanting to cum right after you. the way his speed and tip of his cock keeps hitting your gspot makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. sunghoon groans at the sight of you in the mirror from the unintentional overstimulation.

it's too much but you can't speak- can't tell him to stop- just want to take it for him because you missed being so close to him- missed hearing his groans in your ear and feeling his warm hands on your hips.

sunghoon bites down onto your shoulder hard when he comes, covering his moan and leaving a final mark on your body from his teeth. a whimper of your name leaves his mouth as he pulls out of you, his cock limp and wet and aching to be back inside of you already.

both of you lean against eachother and the bathroom counter, pressing lazy kisses into eachother skin. "i meant it, y/n." sunghoon speaks after a while, his voice still sounding breathless.

"meant what?" you raised an eyebrow at him.

"that you're mine, that i missed you." your gazes lock in the mirror again, sweat lining your hairlines.

"i missed you, too, sunghoon." you nod at him with a soft smile.

"yeah?" he turns his face into your hair, closing his eyes to relish in the moment for longer.

"yeah," your head comes up to rest in his hair, "let's go home, now."

you felt sunghoon nod against your head, grabbing towel paper to clean both of you up before you're taking a cab together back to your houses.

it remains silent between you and sunghoon for majority of the time it takes to get back into his bedroom, quietly to not wake his parents like usual. though nothing is said, you're attached to eachother by holding hands in the back of the cab ride, staring out opposite windows, watching you drive through the late, night city together.

you whisper to eachother as you get dressed into his sweatpants and shirt to sleep in, watching him get dressed in his own pair in the moonlight in his room.

you continue to whisper hushed confessions to eachother as you lay in his bed, facing eachother under his blanket, your heads meshed together on one pillow like they were a few weeks ago in the house next door.

sunghoon's pale fingers are tracing shapes onto your arms as he tells you how he feels about you. tells you that you're the prettiest girl he's ever met- that you're the only girl he's ever wanted to be with- that you're the only person he sees himself with in the future.

sunghoon struggles to keep eye contact with you as he tells you everything- how he's been beating himself up ever since he agreed to be friends with benefits with you. how he pushed you away because he was scared you were going to realize he was no good for you.

he mumbles his apologizes against your lips as you kiss him, hoping to take some of his pain away when his voice cracks. you wrap your arms around him in his bed when a tear rolls down his cheek when he confesses his insecurities to you- how you help take them away from him when he's with you.

you fall asleep wrapped in eachothers arms, lips swollen from kissing, eyes bloodshot from drinking and crying together, hearts full with nothing but eachother.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

you wake up saturday morning to soft snores in your ear and a warm arm draped over your waist. you realize that you're still in sunghoon's bedroom. you see the dozens of skating medals hung on his walls, next to pictures of him and heeseung from when they were younger.

you don't realize that sunghoon woke up from your subtle movements until his arm is tightening around you and pulling you closer.

"you awake?" sunghoon's deep voice asks, placing a kiss on the back of your neck when you nod your head against his pillow.

his hold of you loosens when you turn over so that you're now facing him. his arm going back into place and pushing your bodies together again. you're both still naked, and a little sweaty as you greet each other.

you're sure if anyone were to walk into his bedroom that they would be faced with the smell of alcohol, sex, sweat and sunghoon's cologne.

sunghoon moves his head down to press a kiss onto your forehead, mumbling a soft, "i'm sorry." against your skin.

"i know." you smile at him, "it's okay."

a subtle frown grows on sunghoon's face at how quick you are to forgive, "it's not, i want to tell you how i feel- but it's hard."

your hand moves from inbetween your bodies to his cheek, your thumb brushing under his eye, "it's okay, you can take your time," you reassure him, "plus heeseung already told chaehyun what you said."

"oh god." sunghoon groans, turning his head away from you to mush it into his pillow, "he didn't."

"he did." you giggle, your hand carding through his black hair. "i'm not out of your league, hoon. really. i love you for you, even if you are a little stubborn sometimes."

"just a little?" he moves his head so you could see his eye looking at you.

"ok, maybe a lot. but i still love you."

sunghoon pulls you into him then, so your upper body is resting on his chest as he lays on your back. you let out a quiet squeal at the sudden motion. "i love you, too y/n. i'm still sorry, i'm going to show you how sorry i am for the rest of my life."

you shake your head with a smile, "it's really okay, hoon. we'll just talk about how we feel rather than you pretend i don't exist, yeah?"

"yeah, ok." sunghoon scrunches his nose playfully.

you lean down and place a kiss onto his lips, his grip on your hips tightening as he kisses you back. it's a kiss with no tongue and passion and you feel both of your worries floating off of your skin as it feels like it's only the two of you in the world- in sunghoon's bed.

sunghoon pulls away with a disgusted look on his face, "ew, morning breath."

"sunghoon!" you gasp, grabbing a pillow from beside him and throwing it at him.

"i'm kidding! i'm kidding!" sunghoon laughs and throws the pillow away so he can look at you again, "i love even your awful morning breath!"

"oh my god!" you try to push up and away from him, a playful gasp coming from your mouth. your movements don't go very far until sunghoon is pushing you onto your back, kissing all over your face while you laugh. "sunghoon!" you whine out to him until he stops.

he looks down at you with a serious look then, "you're mine, right?"

your chest is heaving from laughing so hard, "of course. and you're mine?"

"of course. only yours." sunghoon nods firmly, before a smirk grows on his face and he's leaning down to kiss you again, not pulling away for a few minutes, both of you wanting to enjoy being each others for as long as possible.

or until yewon starts knocking on his bedroom door asking for him to play dolls with her.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

walking into school holding hands with sunghoon on the monday after you two started dating, wasn't as bad as the both of you thought it would be.

there were no stares from other students, there was no teasing from your friends as sunghoon kissed you on the cheek before heading to class, and when both of you shared your lunch in the cafeteria no one batted an eye.

it was as if the whole school had thought you were dating even before you had been.

"i told you," heeseung said as he sat down beside sunghoon in the cafeteria, "everyone already kinda knew." shrugging his shoulders playfully before wrapping an arm around chaehyun.

"shut it, heeseung." sunghoon rolled his eyes, biting into his red apple, making everyone at the table laugh.

during the last class of the day, shen xiaoting made her way to your desk before the class started.

"so is it true, y/n? did you take park sunghoon's virginity?"

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๛word count: 1.6k, warnings/kinks: dom!sunghoon, big dick!sunghoon, sub!reader, language, unprotected sex, rough sex, arranged marriage, degradation, some praise, possessive behavior, creampie, breeding (no actual pregnancy), aftercare, feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

you didn't love him, he didn't love you but you guys were married. it wasn't exactly yours or sunghoon's choice to live the life you now do— to share the life you now do. it was a combination of both families forcing their poor kids into an unwanted marriage, let alone an unwanted relationship.

it had been nine months since your wedding and you still cannot force yourself to love sunghoon romantically what so ever. sometimes you think if you were given more time before to get to know the guy and him to get to know you, maybe there could have been something there but there just isn't and there's no way to take anything back.

one thing you could say you loved about him though was the way he fucked you into oblivion. the first night the two of you had shared was not long after the wedding, it was about three weeks later when sunghoon brought it up to you saying, "if we're gonna do this let's at least have a little fun."

leading you to question what he meant and when he continued on, that night he showed you exactly what he had been hiding for the little time you've known each other. sunghoon was not small, so it definitely surprised you when he first began to thrust into you slowly and made you feel completely full. this was a normal thing now, he was just like a regular hookup except you lived with each other and unfortunately we're married as well.

now, with the way your nails dug deep into the skin of his back, sunghoon couldn't help but groan louder at the painful but pleasurable action. you were a wreck yourself, and though your husband didn't love you he sure fucked you like he did.

"mm cock drunk already, i see," sunghoon comments, grinning devilishly and watching the way your eyes turned white due to them rolling to the back of your head, "too big for you?"

you didn't reply, just moaned louder at the way he changed directions of his thrusts— now roughly thrusting up into you, hitting exactly where you needed him to.

"f– fuck sunghoon~" you whine.

"answer me, bitch," he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together.

"so bi— big, stretch me out so well hoonie," the dark look in his eyes made you choke on your own breath. he was very beautiful, no doubt about it. at least you didn't marry someone you weren't somewhat attracted to.

"that's right," his hand moved down, grabbing ahold of your throat and squeezing tighter.

sunghoon held onto your neck the best he could, fucking you rougher than before. you moved your hands away from his back, holding onto his wrist now. "holding onto me like i'm going somewhere, i don't have anywhere else to go, y/n," sunghoon comments, "neither do you, this pussy is mine got it?"

you hum, nodding to the best of your ability.

"i want you to say it," he said through gritted teeth, grip on your neck just tightening and nearly taking all your air away.

in a way, you knew he was only saying this and wanted you to play along for the thrill of things, being in the moment, but somehow you still believed him. you were his wether you liked it or not.

"y– yours," you struggle to say, voice airy from the choking, "it's yours, hoonie."

the possession this man had over you was insane. after you both got comfortable with each other, you'd go out like couples would do though you weren't really dating. in public, if any man dared to look at you he'd pull you by your waist and held you against his body till you got back to the car. he wasn't super loving and affectionate, especially not at home, kisses here and there only when one of the two was leaving. you thought of it as a friends with benefits type of relationship, only thing different about it was that legally you were married.

after hearing the words come from your mouth, loving how it was so easy for you to obey— he pressed his mouth roughly against yours he hadn't kissed you like this ever, it was slow and messy, partially passionate in a way. the deep and loving makeout didn't compare to the way his hips moved fast and fucked his fat cock in and out of you, not stopping for a second until you both were satisfied.

he treated your body so nicely, at the end of the day he did think of it as his own because again— you were his wether you liked it or not. after these past months, he's learned too much about how to please you that everything he did was always right.

your back arched off the bed, breasts pressed flush against sunghoon's chest who giggled into the kiss at your action. the knot in your stomach grew extremely tight, clenching around him and moans spilled from you that came out more like hums since you were still glued to sunghoon's lips.

"cumming baby? make you feel so good, yeah?" he grins again, slowing down his thrust but making sure they were still rough and sharp enough to hit deep inside you.

"c– close," you speak out softly.

sunghoon loosened his grip on your throat, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip soon pushing past your lips and forcing you to suck on his thumb through your orgasm. he sped up his thrusts again, trying to get you to cum for him so he could release as well.

he loved watching the way your body reacted to taking his load after you were already sensitive, from the beginning though he always felt comfortable with you finishing first even on the days where he'd edge you. this was the somewhat gentleman side of him, in all honesty he just wanted to make you feel good and still be comfortable with the situation they were put in.

not long after his thrust sped up, you were clenching tighter and cumming hard around his length. your body shook violently, mouth opening wide with sunghoon's thumb still resting inside and letting out the most pornographic sounds.

"so pretty, keep making those pretty noises for me," like it was hard to keep them in in the first place.

sunghoon continued to pound into you, the skin slapping sounds echoing off the walls, letting out hot moans of his own as he grew closer to his climax. he sat up and eyed your body, fucked out, sensitive and spread out for him.

"m'gonna fill you up to the brim baby, you know how fucking sexy you'd look knocked up by me?" his hands held onto the back of your thighs and pushed deeper into you, he groaned low at the thought, twitching inside you, "tits all swollen, fuck—"

that must have been what got him, because cute little whimpers left his lips and he twitched once more at the thought of fucking you pregnant. his warm seed began to spread inside you, adding to the oversensitivity you already felt.

"take all of it, every fucking drop like the slutty cum dump you are," sunghoon fucked his cum deeper into you, still filling you up. you felt full before and now you felt so stuffed that you thought you'd explode, "don't know what you do to me."

he was breathless, thrusts slow and watching the way his cum dribbled out of you every time his cock moved out and pushed in back in for the fun of it. the way he was in between your legs, sweaty abs on display and every part of his body prettier than the last, the messy blonde hair you oh so loved since he first bleached it— you wondered how you got so lucky even though you didn't want this marriage.

the sex was so good it was hard for either one of you to go out and sleep with someone else, in fear of not being able to stop thinking about the other. it was hard for you to admit that you did indeed care for sunghoon, even liked him just a bit— he liked you too, he didn't admit this either though. everything was so rushed it's scary to actually begin to feel romantically for each other after already being married.

you didn't know what it was, you two just were still weird about the whole marriage thing, who wouldn't be? it felt like roommates who just fuck and also happen to share a bed. wasn't like you wanted it to be like this forever, you figured maybe further down the line when you get closer to your two years, which meant if you wanted a divorce after the two years you can do so, but what if by then you begin to fall in love? what if you're already in love?

"thinking about something?" sunghoon asked, had been way past the pulling out and cleaning himself and you steps in the aftercare.

"hm?" you snap out of your deep thoughts to turn your head his direction, "n– no, just... happy that's all."

"happy?!" he asked, raising his voice a bit from the bathroom he had just walked into to wash his hands. soon enough he came back, eyebrows farrowed and looking at you, "what for?"

sunghoon got under the blanket, bringing you with him and cuddling up against you, head on your bare chest, "this." you admit, "even if we don't love each other, i really enjoy everything."

sunghoon lifts his head and looks at you with an offended looking expression, "who said i didn't love you?"

Cafeteria Confessions• PSH

genre: fluff, the good ole misunderstandings trope, school!au, best friends to lovers!au

word count: 3.1K words aHA 

warnings: i mention the cafeteria and food a lot in this one. also this gets real embarrassing. thought that should be a warning all on it’s own. 

pairing: park sunghoon x reader

prompt: everyone thinks you’re dating your childhood best friend sunghoon. well, everyone including sunghoon because he confessed to you almost a year ago and you didn’t exactly know it was a confession because of how casually he said it.

you and sunghoon had been best friends for as long as you could remember. in fact, one of your very first memories involved him pushing you on the swing, and comforting you when he accidentally pushed you too hard, and fell on the ground.

sunghoon, albeit quiet and aloof, was always the person who protected you and cared for you. when he found out you got sick in third grade, he skipped school, entered your house through the window and nursed you back to health after your parents left for work.

sunghoon, albeit reserved and self conscious, was always something who had your back. when he found out girls were spreading rumors about you in middle school, he confronted them and told them to back off if they knew what was good for them.

and don’t get me wrong, you always took care of him too. you made sure he got to school on time. whenever he had ice skating competitions that required him to go out of the country, you did his assignments and called him to let him know you were okay.

over the years, his touch became electrifying. his words became calming, and his embrace became loving. you thought it was because of the gigantic crush you had on him, but it was because of the equally gigantic crush he had on you as well.

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𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥

genre: fluff, smut, slow burn/ mutual pining

pairing: nerd!felix x popular!fem!reader

wc: 7.5k

warnings: unprotected sex/ piv/ cumming inside, otherwise the smut is hella soft <3

note: in case you want to skip forward to the smut part OR want to read only till then: smut follows under the third ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── !!

He’d always see her pass by his locker in the hallway, when he happened to look up from his phone for a mere second, as the little screen happened to occupy the majority of his time in school. Felix had one mutual class with her, where she sat right before him, whispers and giggles always heard from where she was seated. He knew the approximate hour in which she’d make her way to her next class after lunch break, chatting with friends and throwing her head back whenever she laughed. He also knew that on Tuesdays, her day ended after the 8th hour, and he sometimes saw her catching the bus just on time, besides running towards it every week anew because she just couldn’t seem to stop the conversations she was part of. It wasn’t like he was obsessed with her, though it might sound like it from an outside point of view. But she was endearing, and oh so lovely, with the way she moved and carried herself, so how could he possibly not find interest in her?

His friends have told him that she’s out of his league, that she’d never go for a homebody who’s most interesting weekly activity is going out for some junk food with classmates, before his ears would be covered with his headset again, eyes fixed on whatever new game he’s installed onto his PC at home. And he knew – obviously he knew – that he didn’t even stand a chance. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder otherwise, whenever she turned around in class, facing him, looking him straight in the eyes before asking for notes or a pencil or anything else that would be of use for her. She’d shoot him a smile, one that looked so genuine and heartfelt that he couldn’t help but wonder, that maybe he did stand a chance, after all.

“Hey, Felix, right?”

Her voice caused his head to snap up, gaze laced with confusion as they’re eyes locked in a quite awkward manner. She knew his name?

“Uh- yeah.. do you need anything?”

Did he sound cold, rude maybe? He most likely did, figuring how socializing wasn’t one of his strengths – especially when it came to her. He felt his face heat up in something he’d call embarrassment, or maybe he was simply flustered, nervous. Arisu heard her let out a chuckle, not one that came off as condescending, but rather amused with a hint of curiosity, he thought. Curiosity in him, maybe? Was that possible? Or maybe he was getting ahead of himself again.

“No, I don’t need anything. Just wanted to chat a bit.”

Chat a bit. About what, he thought. He could barely hold a conversation that consisted of mere small talk, and he doubted that the two shared any common interests. And God, was he awkward, with the way he only stared at her, nothing but a hum leaving his lips, followed by the corners of his mouth grimacing into something that hopefully looked like an acceptable smile, though he wasn’t too sure. And there it was, another one of her chuckles, and again, it was everything but to make fun of him. It was sweet, sounded through the room like the chirping of birds and he knew his ears were of a bright red by now.

“I just noticed I don’t really know you besides you sitting behind me all year already, thought it’d be nice to get to know each other, no?”

Yes, it would be nice to get to know each other. But how did she possibly want the same thing? Yet her eyes sparked at Felix while she waited for his answer, or anything, really, a reaction to her words. Was she as nervous as him, maybe? Or did she simply sense what he was onto, did she know that he had a crush on her – if that what the right word for the turmoil of feelings and thoughts he had?

He’d sometimes catch himself zoning off in the middle of class, not looking anywhere in particular, yet having his gaze most often than not fixed on the back of her head. Again, not in a way anyone would get creeped out, she simply happened to sit right in his viewpoint. And in times like this he couldn’t help but notice her love for detail. How it seemed like every and each of her strands of hair was laid down to perfection, the bounce of them keeping Felix in awe. How there would be hair pins and ties and accessories adorning her, never unmatched with the rest of her outfit. Outfits that looked like she planned them purposefully, but not as if she was trying too hard, in a way they looked nothing but fitted on her. Today, he couldn’t help but notice her choice of clothes, too, subtle colors grazing her skin so softly it damn near knocked his breath out.

And then there was him, an old shirt and pants thrown over his body, not even bothered enough to get his hair done in any way. He was only going to classes after all, not seeing the need to dress up – but maybe he should learn from her. After all, he wanted to stand a chance somehow.

“Uh.. yeah, no, it’d be nice to know each other. Like- to get to know each other, I mean, yeah.”

Felix heard giggles and laughter from different parts of the classroom, friends and couples, some merely talking, others visibly flirting with each other. And it all looked so easy for them, so why did he seem to be the only one who couldn’t get a grip of himself?

But then again, she didn’t seem to mind at all. She cocked her head at him and gave him a tooth flashing smile, and he thought he’ll never see anything prettier.

It took Felix a while into the conversation to warm up around her, and he was surprised how easy it was to talk, all of a sudden, about not particular interesting things either, and yet he saw the reason, knew why he would laugh out loud and get past his initial hesitation – she was insanely charismatic, was able to carry a conversation where he long would have let it die, would have buried his head into his phone again, scrolling away aimlessly without paying much attention to his surroundings. She didn’t let that happen, though, always a new question at the tip of her tongue, ones even that Arisu never expected her to ask, to show interest in any way. She wanted to hear about his hobbies, egging him on to tell her about the recent games he’s been playing, stuff he’s been watching, music he’s been into. He though – on multiple points during the convo – that she must have been bored already, but that moment never occurred, surprisingly. It wasn’t until the professor interrupted whatever topic any student was rambling on about that she eventually took her eyes off his, not without giving him a last smile before concentrating on the lesson up front, as though there never was any conversation between the two.

And while he expected to leave the room all by himself as per usual, making his way home after long hours he simply couldn’t wait to get done with, she was there again, her steps matching his, though hers were laced with more graze and elegance, almost.

“Are you catching the same bus as me?”, her voice sounded through Felix’s ears, causing his eyes to head her direction, locking eyes with her what felt like the millionth time this morning. That was more eye contact than he’s ever shared with you before, and he wasn’t sure himself how his nerves haven’t been the end of him yet, how he was still – if only barely – holding up.

“Uh, yeah. I guess I am.”

If Felix were on her place, he thought, he’d long get the feeling that he didn’t have any interest in her whatsoever. Why did his responses happen to be so short, sounding so lifeless? He had no problems showing his emotions – laughter, cracking jokes and teasing, getting angry – with his friends, yet with her he’s felt like a robot, as if someone turned off his bodily functions with just a click. So, he forced himself to a smile, to hopefully save yet another painfully awkward try to converse, he again couldn’t tell if the smile looked rather frightening, though. Yet the corners of her lips danced upwards, and Felix thought that he must have done something right, that perhaps he was warming up to her, when she’s still not given up on him.

And maybe Felix was right. In regard to warming up to her, and whenever he thought that she might maybe, just maybe, like him back, if only half as much as he did. Because the way home was nothing but enjoyable, the normally stuffy and uncomfortably crowded bus ride bearable for Felix this time around, when he got to talk and joke around with her for the time being, when they’ve exchanged looks he thought might mean something more, and when they stood talking in front of her doorstep for that much longer. The conversation never seemed to quiet down, always something new she was curious about, always something more Felix wanted to know about her. Before, after a while and suddenly, he asked the question which answer might nest in his brain now forever from the very moment she’s told him, from the very moment the subject of your chatting turned more serious that it was before.

“I guess I just grew sick of my friends.”, she said when Felix asked her sudden change in behavior to him.

“They feel so superficial, it just gets on my nerves lately. And you’ve always given me good vibes, to be honest, I’ve always thought of maybe talking to you more.”

The smile she gave him convinced Felix that she must be honest, that she meant the words she said, that her interest in him wasn’t based on pity or some joke she and her friends thought of. Because that’s what Felix friends would say, surely, when he’d tell them about today, when he’d open up about all the things they’ve talked about and how nice she was to him. How she didn’t accept his shyness and kept on talking until he was finally comfortable, how both of them shared laughs and giggles together when talking about silly things – his friends wouldn’t believe him.

So, when Felix started to make his own way home, not after exchanging last looks before he waited for her figure to disappear behind the door to her house, he knew he simply wouldn’t tell his friends about today, about how well you’ve hit it off, how he thought he might actually stand a chance, maybe. And he knew how stupid it was, that he wasn’t 16 anymore, but up until he found himself inside the safety of his own four walls, he couldn’t possibly stop the damned grin that was glued to his face, couldn’t get the smile to disappear, even after getting ready for bed and laying down in the dark, ready for sleep to overcome his body. But her face danced before his eyes, the way she’d laugh at him when he’s told an embarrassing story, how she’d get so passionate, suddenly, about certain subjects you touched upon, or how her face distorted into one of anger when you’ve chatted about uni and homework and professors and other students. But her last words, the ones she’s told him before saying goodbye, when she admitted of having wanted to talk to him for a while – Felix wouldn’t be able to explain the feeling in words even at gunpoint. And it almost scared him, how excited he was to finally fall into deep slumber, how he wanted to wake up to a next day for the one and only purpose to hopefully spending it with you again, to be talking and chatting with you again, about anything and nothing.

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It's taken Felix and her a week, a week of waiting for each other to catch busses, a week of chatting whenever passing by in hallways, a week of exchanging smiles and laughter, before they’d call each other a friend. For Felix, there was no doubt anymore, if she wasn’t crushing on him, she surely was interested enough to keep the boy as a friend, and he loved that simple idea so much that it was hard to believe that he’d possibly react decently, in case she ever revealed to like him after all. And there was a mix of feelings about that, for Felix, because while he all but wanted to get his hopes up for nothing, he couldn’t look past your antics, your behavior in certain moments. Moments that he sometimes wished held on for longer than they did, moments that gave him that bit of hope he feared to get caught up in. It was moments of subtle touching, or eye contact that felt too intense, too deep, for it to be purely platonic. Or moments when she’d ask questions he shied away to answer, questions that seemed almost too personal to be talked about in places like busses. Questions about his past relationships, about his type – his experience. And in moments like those – how could Felix possibly not read more into it, not get caught up in a tad of bitter hope?

He was nothing but adorable. She’d never expected to have found interest in the boy as he wasn’t the usual type she was aiming for – after they’ve first talked she noticed barely anything common, and yet, surprisingly, it didn’t throw her off. Whenever she’s wasted her time on dates that ended up wanting to solely get into her pants, she’d often tell her friends to call her mid dinner, to make up and excuse, to get her out of whatever meaningless conversation she was dying to trying to save. On those dates, meet ups, one-night stands, she couldn’t bear hearing strangers talk about something she herself didn’t necessarily enjoy. Not that she considered herself a closed off person, there was always a possibly common ground in her opinion, always to option to learn about one significant others interests and likes. Yet she simply never saw the worth in it, never felt to make that step and get involved.

Before she’s got to know Felix, that is. He was oh so different, in every way imaginable, from her, her friends, her usual and typical dating circle. He was a homebody, seemingly loving his game controllers more than most things, and she envied the few friends Felix had, which was something she wasn’t particularly used to but wished herself to have. She’s had childhood friends, similar to how Felix told her about his own ones, yet she long isn’t contact with any of them anymore. Her group of friends change every other class, no consistency of people in her life whatsoever, different to him, who’s kindergarten friendships were still going strong after years and years on end. Oh, how she envied him for it. But no matter the differences between the two; there wasn’t a blink of a moment where she felt possibly bored. He was interesting, in his own, different way, and she loved hearing about his persona, who he is, what he does. She wanted to know, simply for the sake of knowing, of getting closer, of bonding. It was unusual for her, and she wondered if Felix maybe felt the same, or if he ended up bored whenever talking to her. That’s how she felt, more often than not, and yet, she thought, it wasn’t like he’d distance himself from here – which meant there must be some interest after all.

And he was nice. She was surprised about how genuine the boy was, in his words and stories he told, in the way he smiled at her. Yes, he surely was awkward, clumsy even, but in a way, she thought, it’d only make him more endearing, more… loveable. And no, she wouldn’t go as far as mentioning love that early on, yet she knew she liked him, more than she’d like a casual friend, more even than the occasional crush she’d have. She truly found interest in him, wanted to get closer to him – on more levels than one. It didn’t need much brainpower for her to notice he must reciprocate those feelings, figuring he must have locked his eyes on her as well. That’s what she knew, hoped at last. She surely – by now – knew Felix well enough, though, to not raise expectations. Even if he liked her, she doubted he’d make any move, not even subtle. She wasn’t one to carry her heart on her sleeve, and she knew herself that confessing without being sure of one’s other feelings was nothing but hell on earth – so she didn’t blame him. Instead, she’d sit in class, talking and chatting with Felix, trying to get behind his interests, preferences, be it in food or activities or simple hobbies he had. Her intentions nothing more than to find a perfect place to hang out together, one that was far off from uni and people she knew, one that he’d hopefully like – to maybe, hopefully, be able to call it something like a first date.  

“Hey, you have plans this weekend?”

The question wasn’t necessarily out of the norm, Felix thought, yet his mind seemed to stumble over with thoughts when the words left her lips, while the two made their way to class. He’s never met her outside of school, and her being the one to propose it first, to throw that idea out, just like that, as if Felix wouldn’t go crazy at the shear thought of it had his head feeling dizzy by any means. Was she aware of the effect she had on him? Or was that possibility so far off, the fact that he could even like her, because she purely saw him as a good friend after all? Or maybe it was both, maybe she knew very well what went on in his head at all times when he thought of her, but proceeded to pay no mind to it, because he was simply a classmate, nothing more to her. Felix oh so badly wanted to shove those thoughts to the back of his brain whenever they invaded him, yet he couldn’t possibly, not with how much more he grew to like her in the last couple of days, weeks now, almost, they’ve spent nearly every day together.

“Uh, no, I’m free this weekend. No plans. …why?”

He was unsure, insecure in the question he’s asked, almost as if scared. And maybe he was. Would meeting her outside of school turn him yet more awkward, would make him seem weird, more nervous? If she was to invite him over to her house – though, let’s be honest, she wouldn’t possibly do that – he’d surely everything but stay calm.

“Oh, I just thought we could meet up? Like, not in school for a change, I’m sick of seeing you only here.”, and she gave him a smile, one that Felix could only return with confused blinking. For him, seeing her in school felt secure, somewhat safe; in case the conversation went dry there was something to come back to, mutual classes, homework, professors. But Felix knew what she meant nonetheless, and he’d not turn down something that could possibly bring him closer to her.

“You said you liked the cinema, right? We could check out what movies they’re playing lately. If you… want to, that is.”, and another smile, though this time around it didn’t seem as confident, as collected as it usually did. And Felix was sure he heard her stumble over her words, hesitate, even if slightly – he sensed nervousness in her tone. Sure, emotional intelligence wasn’t his strength, and knowing what other people felt and thought was nothing but a myth to him at all times, even with friends and family, but he knew her enough by now that simply overlooking that feeling he had wasn’t quite possible. Or maybe he simply wanted to believe it, and hallucinated things that weren’t there.

“Uh, yeah…! Yeah, I do like movies, we could... yeah, we could go see one. On the weekend. If you want to.”

It was true, he liked movies. Loved them actually, especially when it came to watching them in the cinema. And while Felix remembered of telling her that fact, he was surprised that she didn’t forget. She still knew, proof that she listened, whenever he talked about things he thought didn’t sound exciting enough. And yet she knew, still, didn’t forget such a simple and vain detail about him. God, she’d drive him crazy, and she didn’t even do much, didn’t even know of it.

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The rest of the week – her and Felix made plans to meet up on Monday – felt excruciatingly long, like it’d last on for decades. Felix would wake up every day anew, wishing for it to be Saturday already, wishing to finally go and sit in that cinema with her, watch that movie with her, chat and laugh about it afterwards, maybe in a café, if she’d be up for it. And every day anew he felt like the sun simply didn’t want to set, didn’t want to end another day of waiting. Until Saturday came around, and Felix excitement suddenly left him right that day. Though, that wasn’t entirely true. Of course, he didn’t change his mind, quite surely still wanted to get to see her, to bond with her outside of the everyday, usual school talk. But it was hard for him to simply turn off his nerves, to look past the anxiety he’s felt simply thinking about sitting next to you for about two hours. Wouldn’t it be awkward? On the other hand, he’d sit behind you in class for hours as well, this really wasn’t any different. Or was it? After all, as he’d already noticed, uni was a secure place; he’d always have something to lead the conversation onto in moments of danger. But a cinema, filled with strangers, a movie playing while he sat with her in the dark – there wouldn’t be much talking in the first place, but it was the time before and after the movie that Felix feared. Which was mindless because you were friends after all. Only that he wanted to be more than that, and looking past this simple feeling wasn’t as easy as he’d like it to be.

So yes, when Felix saw her making her way towards him, with excited steps, her frame coming closer to the entrance Felix was waiting at, he knew his ears turned red that moment already. And for a good reason, too. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, better even than he was used to in school. She clearly took time to make herself look the way she did, surely made an effort on her appearance, but as ever so often, she pulled it off with a naturality that fascinated him in every way possible. And though Felix thought he too made an effort in looking nice, for once, which was so different to his character in the first place – seeing her took all that away. Looking at her now made him realize that the button up he decided to wear wasn’t ironed, had creases in it. Or that his skin probably looked too dry, as it often did, and he’s forgotten to do anything about it for tonight. Or that his lack of accessories surely made him look boring, that he’d could have thrown on a necklace at least, seeing how much jewellery was adorning her body. He felt so utterly stupid, so unprepared for something he’s had on his mind for days, and his only wish was to disappear right there and then, on the spot, before she could step any closer.

But he didn’t, obviously. He stood there while she walked up to him, hands in his pockets, swaying back and forth on his feet, looking frightened surely. Waiting for her to come closer, to smell the lack of perfume on him – he’s taken a shower beforehand, he wasn’t that careless, but he surely didn’t think of having to smell particularly nice – before she’d look him up and down with eyes of judgement. But she went in for a hug instead, after speaking a quick ‘hi’, and Felix didn’t see an ounce of discern in her face, a smile and warm eyes meeting his.

“I’m sorry, did you wait long? I have a habit of running late.”

The chuckle she left out made Felix heart flutter in the subtlest way possibly, and it was contagious, making him let out a fist of giggled laughter as well.

“No, I didn’t, I just reached too, don’t worry.”

There was a silence none of them seemed to be able to fill. Maybe the different scenery – the couples around them kissing and chatting, the nightly view of the city, the movie Felix was about to watch with her – maybe it ended up marking your moods with a certain shyness after all, flustered you. Though, he thought, with him it was clear. Of course he’d be a mess, of course he wouldn’t quite know how to keep the conversation going in case it died out – how could he, he barely managed this very thing in school. But; why was she quiet? Why did she, once again, similar to when she asked Felix out to the movies, show hints of nervousness? The way she stepped from one foot to the other, seemed to fiddle with her outfit, looking everywhere but him. Was she, perhaps, as out of it as him? Was that possible?

“You- you look really nice, by the way--“

An ice breaker. One that sounded embarrassing, but Felix managed to get it past his lips, managed to speak out his mind, for the first time not waiting for her to take the initiative. And it paid off; her face changed into one of pleasured surprise, her bright, tooth showing smile appearing against the softness of her features, and if Felix wasn’t already deep into the fascination of her, he surely was now.

She smiled, cocked her head at him. She looked like she was about to head towards the cinema without a comment, heels on the run already, before her mouth opened after all to return something

“Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.”

And she looked mischievous, head still to the side as he held a glance in her eyes Arisu has never seen before. Yet it locked him in, in a way everything about her locked her in, at all times. Yet it made him feel different, another sort of nervous he was normally used from feeling around her. But before he could figure it out, could get behind what it was that rushed through his body, her eyes weren’t on him altogether anymore, pointed towards the cinema, urging him to get going, to finally go and see the movie, and just like that he’s lost her gaze, lost that feeling that overpowered him only mere seconds ago.  

The movie was going fine. Felix would have been worried if not, after all his only job was to sit there and concentrate on the pictures and voices that played before him on the screen. He couldn’t though. Her presence right beside him took all his attention away, off the movie, and he hated it. Because what if she wanted to talk about it later on, what if she’d ask questions about it he wouldn’t be able to answer? She’d think he’s an idiot, would lose interest in meeting him outside of school, and they’d stay classmates. Though, that was likely all in his head after all. It somewhat killed Felix to not be able to talk to her, ironically, as scared as he was of screwing up chit chatting with her. And he couldn’t explain the reason if someone asked him, wasn’t quite sure what exactly made him this giddy in his seat, in the darkness of the room. He felt tense, for whatever reason, his body stiff without an explanation.

Until suddenly, his arm fell into a shudder. It was laying on the armrest Felix shared with her, the one that separated their seats. And he could feel her sudden touch on him, could feel her warm hand creeping up against his skin. Every inch she’s touched ignited into hot goosebumps, and Felix sat up in his seat even before their fingers soon intertwined when they reached each other. He didn’t back off, wouldn’t dare to, but it felt wrong, off, to not react; so he glanced at her. From the side, looked her face up and down – and she wasn’t giving into him. Her eyes were fixated on the movie, though Felix saw her nose painted red, even in the darkness of the room. He saw the film of sweat on her forehead, one that could only mean she was as nervous as him. After all – she was trying to hold hands, wasn’t she? It’d fit, the movie reached a part that Felix would call romantic. But he couldn’t possibly find an explanation for her antics; except, that he maybe was right after all, that his friends have been teasing him only to end up in the wrong – maybe she did like him, did want to get closer to him, in more ways than just a friendly one, one that was typical for classmates.

He looked at her, she knew. She felt his eyes on her face, knew he wanted to ask what this was, if she was alright, if she needed something. And yet, she thought, there wasn’t a moment he backed off. He’s had that chance, she’s made her way to lock her fingers with his longer ones slowly, excruciatingly so, and he not once as much as flinched, even. So, she must have been right in her predictions, must have observed him correctly. But God, what came into her? She wasn’t known to lose her cool, really, has never been one to shy off from anything or anyone. So why was it all so different with him, why did her brain keep short circuiting?

She wanted to give him a look, too. Wanted to see what sort of emotion laid there in his eyes, if fear and nervousness overplayed a sort of excitement she so badly wanted to see. They couldn’t really talk, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked him, as straight forward as possible, to not make things more secretive and embarrassing as they were in situations like those; when it came to the very first moves with crushes, the first days of a new relationship, the first everything with a new person. But, both her and Felix were supposed to stay quiet – so she gave his hand a squeeze, followed by her head turning into his direction, finally enough courage in her to follow through. His side profile was nothing but breath taking, and she saw his nose painted in red, even in the darkness of the room. And how adorable it was, she couldn’t help the smile that crept up on her. It was him, this time, who’s eyes simply wouldn’t find hers, though she was much braver in her actions, much more determined to not make this painfully weird the moment the movie was over, the moment they’d walk out that cinema, regretting to not have talked about whatever the hand holding thing was. So it took her another squeeze before Felix finally, after what felt like ages of simply and only hand holding, locked his eyes with hers. And for a second, as cheesy as they both know it was, time seemed to have stopped for just a singular moment, hearts skipping just a singular before going back to normal, though fastened now.

Both, Felix and her, would later on blame it on the mood of the cinema, of how the music rang in their ears, how the colors on screen made their faces appear in a light so pretty they’ve forgotten about the movie altogether, without paying much attention to it in the first place. None of them would say they fell for each other in that moment, maybe, but then again, none of them would be able to explain what lead them to lean in, similarly, at the same time, and oh so slowly both thought they’re lips would never meet. And though it took a while, though their nerves got the best of them and set them in a trance that nothing but slowed the process, their mouths connected, eventually, in a kiss Felix has never felt like this before. No, it wasn’t movie like, necessarily. Felix was surely clumsy in his movements, definitely revealed his lack of experience, but none of them paid mind. They’d only separate from each other to catch their breath, chests heaving in a chaos of nerves, while both were too shy to keep eye contact yet wanted nothing but see the other, see how they reacted to this moment, to what happened, to the first kiss they shared.

And against the noise of the movie that was rolling its never-ending story, it felt like, Felix could make out her voice, her breath hitting his skin in hot waves while she talked.

“You- you wanna get out of here?”

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Clothes were scattered on the floor, the wooden tiles hidden beneath shorts and skirts and panties. And there were sounds echoing, off the walls, one that would hopefully not wake any neighbours. And no, Felix has never, ever, done anything like this. He’d never even imagine hooking up with a girl right after kissing her for the first time, let alone when he was the one being a flushed and stuttering mess beside her, nervous to even look at her. So, what were the odds that he – sober, he might add – went for it, followed her through her apartment door, one that she rented by herself, and didn’t pull back when she kissed him, down his jaw and neck, when her hands started roaming across his body? When the first clothes fell, Felix nearly backed out. He was oh so nervous, scared to screw things up, scared to ruin it with his lack of experience. Sure, he’s had girlfriends, but only so much to say he definitely wasn’t confident in his skills. But she really didn’t seem to mind; not when she sighed softly against his lips, when his fingers danced on her skin, somewhat unsurely but with so much want that he made up for it. And definitely not with how her hips, slowly, so slowly he barely felt it, rolled against his, with the position they found themselves in, on the edge of the bed, Felix caught defeated as she nothing but straddled him, kept him in place. And he liked it, enjoyed how she didn’t mind leading whatever this would develop into.

“This okay?”

She was out of breath, clearly, and her eyes told him that she wanted this as much as him, though he found it hard to believe; after all his kisses were sloppy, breath hitching too often for his liking, and he sweated an unnormal amount. But her hands stayed at the metal of his belt, waiting for him to say the word, impatient to get both fully naked. It would be embarrassing when she’d slip the pants off him, he thought; seeing her in nothing but her underwear, matched in black which grazed her body so perfectly, caused Felix to nearly moan out at simply that – the little control he had left over his body surely disappeared at that sight. But he nodded nevertheless, sighed a small ‘yes’, in which he got a hum from her in return and his pants were gone in mere seconds. To his very own surprise he wasn’t scared, barely even nervous. The look she gave him and his body, the glance that played in her eyes when she caught the tent in his boxers, was nothing but addicting to the man, and he wanted her to look at him like this for all times coming.

Neck kisses. Another thing Felix couldn’t claim to having experienced, could never relate to when his friends desperately tried to cover hickeys, be it in school or because of parents, Felix simply never had to. Thinking about it now, his only game in the past years was never really intimate, there was never a lot of kissing or making out, as it was the case with her. he figured it was the lack of attraction and emotion to previous girls, and feeling the full thing right now – how her lips danced across the softness of his skin, skin so untouched and pure almost, that she couldn’t possibly not wanting to ruin the man. And how her hips never stopped grinding against his, subtly, though more urgent now that his pants were off, more impatient, he felt. And though Felix never thought he was the vocal kind in bed, he surely was whining and sighing away enough for him to grow embarrassed right this moment. Yes, feeling the full thing right now, with her, melting weak already without having came to the best part yet would always mark Felix in one way or another, this moment bound to be buried in his mind forever.

She was fully on top of him now. She was straddling him before already, yes, but this felt different. It felt overwhelming, as though someone cut off Felix airways, right in the middle, he thought. It was hard for him to breathe, hard for him to keep his eyes anywhere but her. She was topless now, completely, and Felix felt nothing but bad for staring – yet he couldn’t help it. Especially not when she looked like she wanted him to stare. She’s laid him down before she’s attacked his neck with more kisses, kisses that already went places which made Felix eyes roll back, places he never even imagined to feel as good as they did when in contact with fiery breath. And it all intensified when she took off his boxers, her panties, leaving them bare to the bone. Then she’s sat up, fully, looking down at him, arms reaching behind her to unclasp the restrains of her chest, and she’s looked at him so smugly, so knowingly that it took him all his willpower to not buck his hips up accidently from the sheer lust he felt. Was it embarrassing, how much he wanted her, how painfully hard he was beneath her?

She’s unclasped her bra eventually, letting it fall to the side of the bed almost comedically, just like you see it in movies, and while she giggled at her attempt to lighten the mood, Felix was nothing but a goner. And she realized, both the hungry look in his eyes as he stared at her like a premature teenage boy and the way his body tensed up, his dick twitching in his pants. And god was it adorable, how he couldn’t tear his eyes off, how his pupils widened when she – experimentally – let her hands wander around her own body, enjoying every bit of attention she was getting from him. She passed the mould of her chest, let her fingers dance around the shapes of her ribs and waist until she caressed hips and thighs, finally coming to the point where their bodies were connected. Not fully yet, not in the way they both wanted it so desperately. But it was too early for that, she wanted to make the boy struggle just slightly longer, make him a bit more of a mess than he was anyway already. So, her fingers crept up, ever so slowly, between her inner thighs, playfully squeezing and groping the flesh before her fingertips came in contact with her heat. And she watched as Felix inspected her every movement, how his face turned to one of pleasure without her touching him whatsoever. She kept going further, a bit, let her body move back, propping herself on Felix leg, to give him just that much of a better view. And her fingers deepened, disappeared inside her entirely, before she let out a sound so beautiful Felix never thought was possible. She was so addicting, so endearing in every way that he swore he’d be able to cum right on the spot, untouched. He kept watching her prop herself on top of him for what felt like hours, beautiful torture getting Felix impatient, his hands a mind of their own now as they started touching up on her. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, even, his hands only sort of grabbing at her body, squeezing her every curve, but she seemed to enjoy it as much as he did, didn’t tell him off even when his hands snuck up her sides, soon caressing her breasts in a clumsy way that she’d almost chuckle out loud. But the feeling was too nice, his warm hands, ones that were bigger than her own and felt so different against her chest than she was used to it from herself, got her mind clouded, so much so that she couldn’t seem to care about the noises that slipped past her tongue, sounding so in sync with his own ones. She could only imagine how loud he be the moment he’d feel her around him, and a smirk danced around her lips at the simple thought of it.

Until she decided that it was enough, until her wetness started to slowly smear the insides of her thighs and his abdomen, until he’s felt so unbearably hard beneath her that her sympathy got the best of her.

“You ready.”, moaning the words, and Felix’d almost overhear them, so focused he was on her fingers plumping in and out of her, the lewd noises her pussy made making his chest tighten up. He looked up at her, and gave her a nod, maybe too quick, to enthusiastic, but he couldn’t get himself to care; he wanted her, in every sense of the word, in every way possible. So when she propped herself up a bit, hovering above him to allow him to slip inside – he felt like he’s entered heaven, the feeling so warm around him, so tight and deep he found himself lost. And it was embarrassing, surely, as so much about him tonight. After all he knew what it felt like to fuck someone, wasn’t unfamiliar with the feeling, so the extent to which his eyes rolled back and his back arched and his whimpers grew louder was everything but put together, his figure a pathetic mess, only worsening when her hips started moving, grinding against him like she did before, with the only difference now that he’s felt her as close as never before, felt her everywhere around him. And it felt so good, so unbelievably that he both had the urge to just finally cum, especially after all the teasing and touching she’s played off for him, yet he simply and solely never wanted this feeling to end, ever. She varied between the movements of her hips, seeing how Felix reacted to certain things, where he liked to be touched, how he liked to be kissed. She had him figured out quickly so that when she lightly started bouncing against him with her hands steadied on his chest, she relished in the desperate moans and pleads he didn’t try to hide. And she loved how his hands were so constantly on her, without a break, how he somehow didn’t forget to caress her too, her skin, her boobs she noticed he had a thing for, even grazing at her clit with unsure fingers; yet he knew, and tried. And that attentiveness he showed, that subtle care and understanding was enough for her to soon join in on his sounds, sounds so lewd the neighbours surely knew now, and she felt herself so much closer to the edge, so much closer to where she wanted to end up all the way she first kissed him, seemingly hours back. And he wasn’t too far back, either, admittedly, it became a struggle for him already to hold off his orgasm, not wanting to ruin the night too early. So, when she whispered a quiet ‘I’m close’, eyes shut, her sweaty hands on his sweatier chest, bouncing always continuing; he almost let go, almost gave up and let the wave of pleasure wash him over. But he didn’t waited out this much longer, felt his dick twitching inside of her this much more desperate before suddenly her walls clenched around furiously and different than before, and he couldn’t possibly control himself, nor keep his composure. He felt himself relax, felt himself cum inside her while her eyes fell to the back of her head, thrusting one last time against him, riding out their highs until both whined out in overstimulation. Later on, both would keep that night as a fond memory, scenes of cuddles and showers and second and third and fourth rounds playing in their head, smiling and giggling when thinking back about that day.

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 be my backyard boy! — s.jy

PAIRING: playboy!jake x fem!reader

SYPNOSIS: Moving to a new neighbourhood had its ups and downs. + positive side: your best friend lived in the same neighbourhood you moved into. — negative side: you lived next to an obnoxious, self centred, A grade asshole, who had unfortunately taken a liking to following you around.

GENRE: oneshot, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers, college!au, fratboy jake huhu. boynextdoor!au

WARNINGS: profanity!, kissing, a bit suggestive at some places but nothing too much [bc im a minor], ur mom and dick jokes 💀, jay is an asshole im sorry, (1) mention of toxic ex, weird bad boy stuff idk. food is also mentioned!! lmk if ive missed anything :0

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FEATURING: 02’z of enhypen, heeseung from enhypen, jisung from nct dream, chaewon from le sserafim

FIC WK: 14k….. um yeah. 

AUTHORS NOTE: ITS HEREEEEE FINALLY WOHOOOOOOO. I worked rlly hard on this i rlly hope all of u like this oml <3 its a bit messy imo but its worth the read me thinks. do reblog and lmk what u think of this fic!!! feedback is always appreciated <3  

+ i just realised this is fratboy!jake but there isnt even one party in the fic wtf.

Growing up in a small town, you’d gotten accustomed to knowing almost everyone in your neighbourhood. They were the people you’d known almost your entire life. And you were happy with that.

Then came college. You needed to move out since it was a bit further than where you lived. And plus, your childhood best friend lived in that same residential area where you’d found a small studio apartment for yourself. 

Chaewon and you had practically been inseparable since the two of you were 2. Up till the 7th  grade, nothing and no one could come between the two of you. Until she had to move. 

Luckily, you two were one of those best friends who did keep in contact. Both of you had busy lives but you always managed to check up on each other and even video call each other from time to time. 

You were so proud of yourself. This college was everything you worked towards. All those hours of studying and extra credit classes. Here you were, studying for your favourite design course in architecture.

Be-lift University was one of the top most acknowledged Universities out there. Sure, you were kind of a nerd for all that studying, but you had your hours of fun too… totally. 

I mean if you count the ten minutes in between 4 hour study sessions as hours of fun then, yes, totally, you’ve had fun in your life. 

Keep reading

Look at me.

warnings - rough sex - possessiveness - jealousy and angst - dom!hyunjin - sub!reader - use of dirty words “slut, whore etc..” - fingering - hair pulling - choking - sadistic mentions such as ass and face slapping (not hard) - bondage (f receiving) - college student reader - non idol hyunjin - reader has a vulva - unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) - breeding kink if you squint - soft ending - explicit content. if you are under the age of 18, i suggest you click off now.

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There you were, sat on the college bench with your friend Daniel. A friend is all he was; hanging out and studying is all friends do, right? In fact, you have never even seen him outside of college. He’s not even your type at all, I mean, no one can compare to your boyfriend. He’s simply kind and helps you with burdensome work. Homework strayed afar, leaving you both sitting there and conversing over the wooden table. Your head rested in your hand as you lazily laughed at the stupid story he was telling. It was nothing, merely talking about some shopping trip he went on with his mum at the weekend, and being approached by some guys hitting on her. His version of the story made you laugh, but you weren’t sure whether you believed the ending where he said he took them both on at once. He lost his attention, flickering his eyes to someone walking up behind you.

“Hi, baby.” Your boyfriend smiled. It wasn’t a normal smile, it was the smile with jealousy behind it, pupils dilated and staring into your eyes for too long. You turned your body slightly, smiling at him anxiously over your shoulder. Why is he here? He doesn’t even go to college. Simply just checking up on you. Maybe he wanted to surprise you but now he won’t because he saw you with Daniel? No, he knows Daniel is just a friend. “Hey. What are you doing here?” You questioned, feeling the awkward tension rise higher than ever. Daniel shuffled in his seat before standing up and granting you both goodbyes. Hyunjin watched him as he walked off, eyeing up his every movement. He took Daniel’s previous seat opposite you, smiling with a hand resting on his chin. “Just came to see my beautiful girlfriend. Is there any reason I shouldn’t be here?” He cocked an eyebrow, making you question his intentions. “No. Is there any reason you should be sneaking onto campus and seeing me?” He carried on smiling, staring into your eyes as you grew even more nervous. “Let me drive you home.” Before you could even protest, he had upped and started walking towards the car park. You followed behind accordingly, tripping over your own feet at the pace you were walking. “I still have two lessons left!” You spoke from behind him, making him chuckle. The car keys in his hand spun around his index finger before unlocking it and opening the passenger side for you. You hesitated at first, rolling your eyes and sitting in the car.

The drive home was fast, hands gripping the steering wheel making his knuckles turn white. Gentlemanly as he is, he opened the passenger door before you even took off your seatbelt. You thanked him shyly, again, following behind him sheepishly into the house. The door slamming made you jump, sliding your shoes off and putting them onto the shoe rack. “Any reason as to why why I’ve had to ditch my last lessons?” You mustered up the confidence to speak up to him, regretting it immediately. “You and that boy seemed pretty happy, huh?” His breath hit your face with the closeness he was to you, making you flinch. “Me and - wow really, Hyunjin? It’s Daniel, I already told you about him.” With a roll of your eyes, you pathetically tried to shove past him. He put two hands either side of your head on the wall, slouching down to your height. “But he was making you laugh. Only I should make you laugh, sweetie.” He smiled and stuck his tongue into his cheek; giving you butterflies you shouldn’t have. He looked you up and down before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you hungrily. You abided, simply adding fuel to his fire by sticking your tongue into his mouth. His jealousy turned you on to another level, it’s the fact he cares that much. His fingers tangled themselves up in your locks, pulling your head back slightly to get a better angle of your lips. He sucked your bottom lip, biting it every so often and leaving them purple and throbbing. Moans escaped your mouth accidentally at the feeling of him being so rough, maybe this is what you needed after a stressful day at college.

“Bedroom, now.” He demanded and dragged you up the stairs. He gave you no time before he chucked you onto the bed, bouncing slightly from the force. The two of you were naked in mere seconds, the sight of him unbuckling his belt made you hot between your legs. He pushed your legs apart and kissed all your inner thighs, making you buck into nothing. He sucked the skin lightly, tracing a finger along your folds until he reached your wetness. Sliding one finger in gently, he started to pump and curl it in and out. You clenched your thighs for that extra feeling, he noticed, adding another finger to your hole. “Mmm, Hyunjin please.” You moaned, squeezing the pillow that your head laid on. “Shut up.” He spat, slapping your thigh making you hiss. His skilled fingers carried on pumping you, becoming stickier with each extraction. The way he wiggled his fingers inside you made you close to your climax, tensing your legs and letting your juices flow. A huge breath of air you didn’t even know you were holding, let out. “Open.” He demanded, shoving your fingers inside your mouth to taste all your juices. He went back to kissing you, tongue fighting for dominance with yours as he grabbed your jaw roughly. You were already a sweaty mess, but needed more. Way more than just his calloused fingers making you come.

He climbed on top of your frame, positioning himself with elbows either side of your head. He shoved your legs up a bit, making it easier to adjust his tip to your hole. He slid the tip in, teasing you with it slightly by going in and out. You groaned, earning a sting to your ass. He finally went all the way in, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. His thrusts were fierce, meaningful and abrupt. “Hyunj-.” “I said shut up.” Wrapping his fingers around your throat hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. You tugged at his hands, making him tut and pull out of you. A pout formed at your lips from the loss of contact, eyeing him up as he moves around the room. With his return came a silk rope, simply tying it around your wrists and to the headboard. You whimpered but secretly loved it. There was nothing he loved more than seeing you tied up and pretty for him. “You’ve been dirty, haven’t you?” He spoke as he finished tying you to the headboard. You nodded in response, scared to talk incase he tells you to shut up again. “Use your words, slut.” He cocked a perfect brow, waiting for you to speak before he enters you again. “Y-yes. Huge slut, please fuck me now.” You bucked your hips into nothing, hoping to feel some sort of contact with him. “See.” He scoffed. “So dirty, all for me hmm?” As he edged closer to your hole, finally sliding all the way in. His thrusts were slower this time, staring into your face as he held himself up on his hands. “Tell me, doll. Do you think about Daniel when we fuck?” His words stung. Although he’s confident, you would never make him want to feel like there’s anyone else. With a wince, you responded “No. It’s always you.” He smiled at your exasperated state. “Will you speak to him again?” You shook your head no. “I said use your words.” His hand made contact with your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to leave a red mark. “No!” You cried out, the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of you making tears fall from your eyes. “That’s right. Because you’re mine. All mine, all pretty just for me. You drive me crazy, you see? I’m so lucky to be your boyfriend.” You blushed slightly at his words, moaning and tugging on the ropes around your wrist. “My little whore girl.” “All yours, Hyunjinnie.”

“Now can you be a good girl and cum for me? I want to fill you up with my juices.” His words alone made you come close to your climax, hole throbbing from the rough sex you endured earlier. “Yes. Make me cum, please.” You mewled as he attached his lips to yours. His thrusts became sloppy as he released inside of you, making your body vibrate with orgasm. The two of your rode your moans and groans out into each others mouths, sweat beads dripping onto each other’s bodies. He flopped down on top of you, far too lazy to even move now. You traced your fingers through his slightly wet locks, feeling him relax. “Just so you know, you never have to worry about another boy. If it makes you comfortable, I won’t speak to him again.” You spoke softly to let him know it’s okay. “No, it’s okay baby. You can be friends with whoever you want. Just don’t laugh at him so hard next time.” You laughed at the feeling of his cheeks rising on your chest as he smiled. The two of you chuckled together; realising how ridiculous the situation actually was. “I love you, so much.” “I love you too, baby girl.”

Dirty Thoughts

LMH

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wc: 4.7k

Synopsis: No one can beat the urges of humanity. Just give in to it, god knows your best friend wants to.

warnings: smut, softdom!minho, thigh riding, orgasm denial just once, escalates kinda quickly I lowkey didn’t proofread so lmk if there’s any grammatical errors and other warnings I should include!

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Sex is normal. Wanting sex is humane, there's nothing wrong with the primal need that courses through your body. There's nothing wrong with looking at someone and thinking how much you want them to rail you into oblivion. There's nothing wrong with the way that you get hornier days before your period and even more after you've started, the routine menstruation just making it a constant cycle of sexual frustration. There's nothing wrong with wanting sex, moreso from one or two specific people because you just know they’d be so good in bed. There’s nothing wrong with lusting after one of your best friends because you can’t help but fantasize about them after they go into detail about the late night fuck they had over recently. Right?

It’s all biological in the end.

He just makes it so hard to concentrate. Minho just loves to flex right in front of you, both literally and about his sexual endeavors. At the moment, he was lifting and dropping the dumbbells he had laying around his bedroom, telling you so casually about the hookup he had a couple nights ago. “It was alright, they were good but tapped out after one round. Had to finish myself off again after they left,” he deadpanned as he continued to focus on his mini workout.

You didn’t really know how to respond when he talked about these things, especially now, too entranced by the way his muscles tensed and started to slowly work up a sweat. Minho wasn’t wearing anything out of the usual, just an everyday shirt he’d cut the sleeves off of and a pair of gym shorts he’d ridden up way too high. At least he was comfortable, although maybe too comfortable so that he didn’t mind showing skin in front of someone who was on the verge of sexual combustion.

His mouth was moving, though you couldn’t process what he was saying. From your spot on his bed, you watched his slightly exposed shoulder muscles tense through the mirror that his back was to, all while he kept his gaze on the weight in his hand. Your mind traveled to how good he’d look with your nails scratching down it, leaving red hot marks that would surely last for days. Maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten laid in so long, or maybe it was because he was so comfortable talking about sex to you that it had implanted such lewd images in your brain. Either way, he looked so delectable.

Wonder if he looks good naked, you thought, trying not to let your eyes linger too long. Though you were too slow. Minho caught you staring, slowly bringing his work out to a halt. Your face began to grow hot as you trailed your eyes from his shoulders down his arms and stopped on his hands, the blood rushing so much that the veins protruded. As you wondered what it’d be like to feel them around your neck, Minho let out a breathy laugh. “If you’re gonna stare, at least compliment me.” Cocky bastard.

“S– sorry,” was all you said, shaking your head and readjusting to lean against the headboard.

“Did you hear anything I said? Or were you too mesmerized by how hot I must look while working out?” Minho set the dumbbell down gently, riding his shorts higher to tuck them into the lower hem of his tight boxers.

“Not really. I kinda tune you out when you start talking about how good in bed whatever-their-name was,” you answered honestly.

To be fair, you did listen to him at first. However it became tiring having to hear of all the action he got when you couldn’t even bring yourself to an orgasm no matter how hard you tried. It was getting painful, how close you could bring yourself to a high just for it to simmer out because it just wasn’t enough. You tried anything you could, different vibrators and all of their different settings, different kinds of porn that could’ve potentially sparked another interest, but nothing worked. The true object of your sexual desires was just so far away. “Oh really? So you drool over me instead? I’m more than a pretty face, y’know.” He was still at the end of the bed standing while you cowered slightly into his sheets, embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you admitted, voice low.

“How long has it been for you?” Minho asked bluntly. It made you snap your eyes open at him, shocked he’d even ask. He’d never really pushed you about your sex life, probably not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But with how you’d been looking at him like a lion to a gazelle, he was in the right to ask such a question. You shifted, tucking your legs in tighter. “A while.”

Minho’s lips piqued ever so slightly, “you like what you see?” He leaned forward onto his hands, crawling slowly up to you. Your breath hitched as he stopped just short of your feet.

“I mean… you’ve worked hard on… yourself… Don’t you want people to look?” The right words had a hard time finding their way into your head and out your mouth. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, adding to the seductiveness of the way he casually leaned on his other arm. Reaching out, he took your phone from your hand and tossed it to the end of the bed. “So you are looking,” he smiled wickedly, lips extra plump. Minho noticed the tension behind your eyes, unsure if you should cross the invisible line that your friendship lies behind. “If it makes you feel better, I‘ve always been looking at you the same way. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” your voice was almost a whisper.

“C’mon, Y/N. I have a key to your house. I’ve heard you. Just ‘cause you can’t hear anything outside the bathroom when you shower doesn’t mean I can’t hear you inside.” It was like your heart stopped beating, realizing what he was referring to. All the times he was sitting in your living room with his hands politely folded in his lap, staring at the TV that hadn’t been turned on with a smile as if he was waiting for something. You always just assumed he was waiting for you to come out. In a way, you suppose he was.

You were sure your whole face was bright pink, forehead starting to sweat thinking about how Minho has heard you moaning his name. “You think about me when you touch yourself, don’t you?”

“Minho, I—“

“I do too. I think about you,” his tone dropped to an octave you’ve never heard from him before. Sitting up, he tugged your bent knees from under you and pulled you down the bed, head laying in the pillows. You don’t know why you let him, because now he hovered over you, breath hot and heavy as his face came in close. “When I’m with those other girls,” you bit your lip unconsciously, watching his eyes flutter between your own and your lips. “I think about you, wishing it was you under me. Sometimes, I have to shut myself up all together to stop from moaning your name.”

Your chest tightened at the mention of him being with other women. Jealousy is unpredictable, it can make people do unpredictable things. But sexual frustration is even more dangerous, bringing out the worst in people to live out some of their most taboo fantasies. Like now, it forced you to speak words you’d never dream of saying out loud. “They’re lucky.” Confusion spread across his face, eyebrows scrunching together as he steadied himself over you. “They had the chance to be beneath you.”

“And never stood a chance against you.”

“How would you know? You’ve never… had me like that.”

“Does it upset you? Me being with other girls?” The confusion was quickly replaced again with another grin. Minho pushed your legs apart with his knees, bringing one of his own to kneel just below your aching core. It was getting stickier with every second that he caged you in, if you weren’t breathing so hard you were sure you could smell your arousal seeping through the thin fabric. You could feel the heat from his bare thigh between your legs, fueling the idea of being able to ride it. 

Hesitating, you nodded, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Minho let out a dark chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re so cute. You have no idea what you do to me— what you’ve been doing to me.” It was like he was taunting you, calling your nonexistent bluff. It wasn’t like you were hiding the dirty thoughts you had of him, the opportunity just never arose. Until now. 

“What do I do to you?” you asked, suddenly growing curious and slightly confident. Minho’s eyes darkened as he watched you wiggle, getting antsier with the lack of touch.

“If I tell you, things won’t be the same.” He leaned back on one heel between your legs, the other propped up next to your hip.

“Tell me.” You said almost instantly. It felt like if you wasted another second without his touch, you’d burst from the inside out. A sudden adrenaline boost shot through you, bringing you to sit up and lean towards him. It took everything in you to resist the urge to kiss his lips as he let his tongue gently run over it. “I want you to tell me. Everything.”

A flame flickered behind his eyes, you could see it through the haze of lust. “I think about kissing you,” he slid forward, pushing off his heel to guide you back into the pillows. Minho brushed your hair from your neck, dipping his head to let his lips ever so slightly graze the sensitive skin your pulse lied under. The heat from his breath sent shivers down your spine. “I just wanna kiss you everywhere.” He paused before placing the softest kiss to your throat, another under your jaw, to your cheek, and stopped to hover over your lips, not letting himself get caught in the way he could so easily melt into you.

“Wanna touch you here,” you’d forgotten about his hands. Now they were unlocking your own from your shirt, intertwining and bringing them over your head. Fingers ghosted down your arms, over your shoulders and up until they traced your lips. “Here,” he gently made his way down your chest, grazing the tops of your breast with his mouth as his hands slipped beneath your shirt.

“Min—“ you were going to tell him to hurry up, but he lifted your shirt and brought it over your boobs. It didn’t register that you weren’t wearing a bra until his lips attached around your nipple, sucking harshly and biting at the nub. You let a moan escape, overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation. With a free hand, he tweaked the other nipple, eventually giving the same attention to both.

Removing your shirt all together, he brought his hand down to pull at the hem of your shorts. “And here,” snapping the elastic waistband, the sting instantly subsiding as he cupped your clothed mound. You were sure he could feel the wetness. Another whimper left your lips, closing your eyes and arching into his hand. He wasn’t moving, but the friction from someone other than yourself had you reeling.

“Please,” the plea was a pathetic attempt at more, though more of what you were unsure. Minho had hardly done anything and you were putty in his hands.

“Please what, sweetheart? I told you what I want. It’s your turn now.” Knowing where he stood, wanting you just as bad as you wanted him, you grabbed the hem of his shirt so that he could pull it off. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him shirtless— if he could, he’d never wear one.

But this was a different environment, a different tension surrounded the two of you now. Before he could completely strip his top, you were already reaching for his pants, bringing it down as much as you could without any awkward movements. He’d beat you to it though, pushing you back down into the bed and stripping himself of both his shorts and underwear. You followed him, but could only get your own shorts off before Minho stole your hands again and pinning them above your head once more. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you. So, so much.” A grin plastered his face and let go of your arms to use one hand to strip you of the last item of clothing. Minho ran a single finger through your sopping folds, swirling and spreading your juices around to make a mess. Another moan ripped through you, the lack of touch for months finally catching up and making you hyper sensitive. It was just the tip of his finger, toying with your clit lightly as if to antagonize you. It dawned on you that after all that, he still hadn’t kissed you.

“Kiss.”

“Hm? What was that, sweetheart?” He pried his eyes away from your cunt long enough to catch your watery gaze. “Kiss. Please?”

He giggled, watching the way your lips pouted while he took his time to suck on the one finger that was coated in your essence. After letting it go with a pop, he cupped your jaw and finally crashed his lips to yours. It started soft, sensual as he let you set the initial pace. But hunger overtook him, licking along your bottom lip to ask for entrance. The kiss quickly became hungry and messy, spit and tongues traveling anywhere and everywhere. “Always knew you were a good kisser,” Minho breathed heavily, resting his forehead on yours as his hands trailed down your body again.

This time, he spread both of your legs, taking in a deep suck of air as he lifted them up from the underside of your thighs, exposing your core to him. “Smell so fucking good.” Licking his lips again, he dove in, licking and sucking in all the right places. Your nerves were on hyperdrive, fire igniting in your gut even more than it already was.

“F— fuck!” you cried out when his tongue circled your pulsing hole. He dipped the muscle in for a split second before licking back up to your clit, rubbing the tip of his tongue in figure eights. He dropped your thigh over his shoulder, using the free hand to slowly push a single digit into you. This drawed out another whine from you, gripping onto his hair and pulling his face deeper into you. You felt yourself already building up a dam, threatening to break at any second. Minho felt this, pumping the one finger a few times and quickly adding another to spread you wider. He scissored you open, lips suctioning to your clit like it was his lifeline. “More, n— need more.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He added a third, practically splitting you. Minho curled the three digits, shudders ripped through you like a tidal wave as he hit all the right spots. You were so close, walls fluttering and clenching incredibly hard. He could feel it, pulling back as soon as you were about to tip over the edge. “No! Fuck— why?!”

“Just because you made me wait so goddamn long.” Minho sat back, swiping some of your arousal to use as lubricant while he tugged his angry cock. It was the first time you’d looked at him, really gotten a good look. To say he was well endowed would be short of a compliment, you wondered if he’d be able to fit. 

Your eyes raked up his body, “you’re so mean.” Tears wanted to fall again from the involuntary spasms in your muscles. It was painful, so blissfully torturous. 

“Please, you don’t know how mean I could be.” You didn’t know what he meant by that, figuring you’ll work it out later. “But for now, I’ll be nice. Tell me what you want. Make it good, I won’t go so easy on you next time, sweetheart.” Your pussy throbbed at the idea of there being a next time with him.

As he continued to slowly drag his hand along his cock, your eyes drifted to his thighs, so thick and muscular. “Does baby want to ride my thighs?” The smirk in his voice didn’t cease. You nodded, sitting up on your elbows to really look at him. The feeling from your first denied orgasm hadn’t gone away completely, only fading slightly, aching still ever so present. Minho reached down, caressing your cheek and cooing at you. “So pretty when you’re needy.” You leaned into his touch, loving how small you felt below him. But the sweetness of the moment was gone too soon, he plopped next to you on the bed and spread his legs, hand not leaving his cock.

You didn’t need to be told what to do, immediately throwing a leg over him to straddle one thigh. Though you were hesitant to sit fully on him, unsure what to do even though it’s exactly what you asked for. “Does baby need help?” Minho teased, the nickname making your legs want to clamp together but his thigh stopped you. He tapped the insides of your legs to get you to spread wider, your clit coming in contact with his warm skin. The rush was instantaneous, already stimulating. With one hand, he gripped your hip and pushed you down onto him while the other kept stroking his length.

Tears still stinging your eyes, you experimentally pushed your hips forward, hoping for some much needed friction. It was heavenly, the flex and relaxation of his thigh giving so much texture to the animalistic movement you picked up upon realizing how wonderful it felt to ride him this way. Your eyes rolled back, hands running up your own body to tweak your breasts. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” Minho moaned, deep and lustful. He tugged his cock harder, leaving crescent shaped marks in your ass. As you picked up speed, he lifted his hand and brought it down hard to the side of your thigh. The pain shocked you for a moment, making you stutter, but it didn’t deter you. Another smack, it fueled your rutting against him. “Look at you, not an ounce of shame, hm? Probably not a single thought in your head except wanting to cum. Maybe I should make you stop—“

“No! No, please! N— need to cum.” Your hips sped up as much as you could, trying to reach your high before Minho could steal it from you again.

He slapped your thigh again, “stop.” You didn’t— you couldn’t. Not when it felt so sinfully good, watching Minho jerk off to you right before your eyes while he let you use his body for your own pleasure. “C—can’t. Can’t stop. Have to—“

“I said stop.” Minho brought his hand down the hardest he had all night. But instead of it being punishing, the slap helped you rut against him rough enough to bring you to your high. Your vision went white as you screwed your eyes shut, body stilling and legs clamping incredibly hard around his thigh at the euphoria that overtook you. He let you ride it out, thumb rubbing into your hip bone. When you opened your eyes again, he was still tugging at himself, only slower now. “Think I need to teach you a lesson. Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

As spent as you were from bringing yourself to the first good orgasm you’d had in months, the very present horniness of the man below you was enticing enough to keep going. “Teach me,” you breathed out, moving to straddle him completely.

Minho let go of himself, the same hand finding the back of your hair and yanking back to expose your neck. The sting on your scalp shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, forcing you down so your wet cunt met his searing hot cock to mix with the pain. You couldn’t help but slick up and down him, wanting more even though you were ridiculously overstimulated. Another moan tore through you, making yourself and Minho shiver with lust. Realizing what you were doing, he pulled you off his cock by your hair. “Nu-uh. I’ve given you enough, now you’re just taking advantage of my kindness, baby.”

“N— no, ‘m not. Want more, want you,” you choked out, heart practically beating out of your chest. 

There was a moment he paused to watch you struggle to find pressure on your cunt, wriggling in his grasp. As much as he wanted to ruin you, make you cry and keep begging for him until you were covered in drool and cum, Minho himself was on the verge of his own release. He knew that with how long he’s wanted you, there was no way he’d be able to follow through with all the things he wanted to do to you. At least, not tonight. Smirking again, he flipped you onto your back by your hair, causing you to yelp. 

“God, you’re so spoiled,” Minho grumbled, playfully irritated as he leaned down to kiss your neck and hook his arm under one leg. “You get to watch me walk around half naked, watch me work out, listen to me talk about all the fucks I’ve had and what do I get in return?” He sat up, lifting your leg higher to rest over his shoulder. Keeping the bottom of your thigh pressed firmly against his stomach, Minho shifted to straddle your thigh that rested on the bed and tease the tip of his cock with your pussy. “Are you even the littlest bit sorry, sweetheart? You’ve kept me waiting for forever and as soon as I get you, you act like a selfish brat.” Whimper after whimper escaped your lips, longing for him to kiss you with the mouth that spoke such dirty and degrading words. 

Grabbing hold of the base of his dick, he pushed languid strokes through your folds as his eyes trained solely where your cunt and his cock met. You watched how the veins in his neck pulsed, how his chest rose and fell so heavily with need, the way his stomach tensed as he held back from pummeling you into the mattress. Part of you wanted him to lose his self restraint to the debauchery, but the sensible side of you remembered that your lack of sexual encounters for however long it’d been would cut the action short. “How badly do you want it, brat?” Minho spewed venom.

“Need it. More than anything. Need to feel you now,” you scooched down the bed as much as you could, looking for anything to calm the burning in your stomach. Minho chuckled, grabbing hold of your ass and flipping you more so that you laid almost completely on your side and had full access to your pussy. Your face flushed as he held eye contact with you, gathering a copious amount of saliva in his mouth just to let it drip slowly onto his cock and your cunt. Biting your lip, you spread your arms to grab onto something— anything. “Please, just fuck me.”

He hummed, “brats always get what the want in the end, don’t they?” Minho kissed the inside of your knee, tapping his heavy cock on your clit a few times before moving down to enter you. He went slow, the blunt cockhead penetrating your small and touch-deprived hole, the stretch stinging uncomfortable. Sensing your tension, he continued to push in shortly, only moving when your cunt relaxed slightly and you gave the okay. Though, your arousal cut the time for Minho to bottom out quickly, the base of his cock flushed against your mound. He let you adjust for a few moments before the primal urge to fuck got the best of him.

His hips pulled out and pushed back in slowly and shortly, keeping an iron grip on your leg with both of his hands. Sitting up straighter on his knees, Minho’s eyes rolled back at a particularly tight clench, one you purposely did because he looked all too comfortable. “F— fuck. No idea how long I’ve waited for this pussy to be mine.” His thrusts got harder, the sound of his balls slapping your skin echoing throughout the bedroom.

Feeling shy at his vulgarity, you moaned and lifted your arms to cover your face while simultaneously reaching to steady yourself on the headboard. However Minho was too quick and grabbed the hand closest to him, using your arm and thigh as leverage to pound into you harder. “You’re mine now, all mine. Gonna fill you up so good.” He turned his head and bit into your leg, tongue pressing flat against the mark soothingly.

“‘m yours, Minnie. ‘m yours,” the words came out between thrusts, voice bouncy as he continued his assault on your cunt. The nickname and exclamation of possession had Minho groaning, losing himself in your warm and slick walls. You were getting so close, reaching down to play with your clit while you both chased your highs. “Make me cum— need you to make me cum, Minnie, please.”

The whimper that escaped his lips caught him by surprise, almost making him lose rhythm. Minho swatted your hand away from your swollen nub to replace it with his own, circling and rubbing figure eights into it with just the right amount of pressure. His touch had your pussy fluttering around him, getting stronger with every passing second he swore he was going to explode. “So close, baby. Just a little more.” He pounded harder, slightly lifting your hips. The new angle was just enough that it hit the spot that made you drool, making you do exactly that.

You pleaded for him not to stop, to keep destroying you with his cock and fingers. Who was he to deny your requests when you asked so sweetly?

“So big, daddy. Fuck! Let me cum, please, let me cum!” It slipped from your lips before you could realize. If he didn’t have a daddy kink before, he sure as hell did now. It sounded so lewd, so dirty coming from your mouth that was usually so pure and right. 

“Go ahead, brat. Cum.” You didn’t wait another moment, letting the coil in your stomach break as Minho stayed consistently hammering you through your orgasm. Your back arched, closing your walls around him so tightly that it just about pulled him to his own edge as well. Stuttering to a stop, Minho buried himself to the hilt inside you as your walls milked him for all he had. The pent up frustration of not having an adequate partner and his lust for you made him empty a thick and heavy load into your writhing cunt.

You both took a moment to catch your breath, Minho slowly dropping your leg to the bed and hunching over you. Your eyes were closed as you regained a steady breathing pattern, opening to see him already staring at you. He puckered his lips in the same fashion you did earlier, “kiss.” You couldn’t help but laugh and bring him down by his neck to give a sweet kiss. His cock twitched inside you as your lips melted into one another, it made you wince.

Minho broke away first, gently pulling out of you and running to grab a wet towel to clean you with. After the mess was dealt with— he didn’t let you move a muscle— he fell into bed beside you.

This is what felt normal, cuddling up with him and letting your breaths fall into sync. He liked being the little spoon sometimes, your chest against his back and one arm under his neck for support while your legs tangled together. You played with his hair, brushing it away from his face as you laid kisses atop of his messy head. "Do you have dirty thoughts about all your friends?"

The sudden question made your face heat up and lightly smack his arm. "No, just you." However the lack of clothes was new, incredibly more intimate now that you’d both admitted to wanting each other for so long. That was also the scary part. Luckily, Minho was always the braver of you two, and this was no match. “I meant it. I want you.”

“You just had me,” your words whispered.

“For more than a fuck. I want you.”

“Then have me.”

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A/N: someone play 'dirty thoughts' by Chloe Adams cus that song goes hard.

Quick update on It Was Good Until It Wasn't; I'm finally back home from my trip and can keep working on it (I wrote this one on the plane ride home bless privacy screens). Hopefully I can find the time between job hunting and other life stuffs to sit down and get it done in a few days to the next week!

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