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✶ 𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙨 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚! ✶ ✩ 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 ✩ ✶ 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨/𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨/𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 ✶ ✶ 𝙤𝙩𝟴 / 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✩ Ateez After A Concert - @mingwrites ot8 x reader (scenarios) ✩ ✰ Comfort Texts - @srslyscary ot8 x reader (text) ✰ ✩ Compromise - @cyberpxnk bf!soccer player!seonghwa x reader x soccer player!yunho (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Défilé De Lingerie - @bro-atz lingerie designer!san x lingerie model!reader x lingerie tailor!mingi (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Jealousy Left Unwrapped - @freyaphoria yandere!matz x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Light It Up! - @cybrsan matz x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Little Accidents - @bombuni owners!matz x kitty!reader x kitty!wooyoung (one-shot) ✩ ✰ Texting Bf!Ateez While They’re On Tour - @sativateez ot8 x reader (text) ✰ ✩ We Ransacked The City - @tenelkadjowrites rich!matz x rich!reader (one-shot) ✩

✶ 𝙠𝙞𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Destiny - @k-zuzu idol!hongjoong x idol!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Enough - @mingsolo idol!hongjoong x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ Heart Art & Rain - @skrrts non-idol!hongjoong x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Helping Hand - @mulloey producer!hongjoong x singer!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Intoxicating - @atzaurora idol!hongjoong x idol!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ Rainy Regrets - @srslyscary idol!hongjoong x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Taking Care Of You - @everyonewooeverywhere idol!hongjoong x reader (one-shot) ✩

✶ 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Best Friends Don’t Kiss ! - @cybryoung best friend!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Inner children - @xuchiya non-idol!seonghwa x reader (drabble) ✰ ✩ Look Like a Freak - @freyaphoria nerd!perv!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ Who Said We Can't Be Sad & Silly? - @skrrts non-idol!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✶ 𝙟𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ As Long As With You - @xuchiya non-idol!yunho x reader (drabble) ✰ ✩ Body Language - @k-hotchoisan brother's best friend!yunho x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy | Horses Are Still Overrated - @yunhoszn cowboy!yunho x city girl!reader (two-parts) ✩ ✰ The Bus At 11:17 | The Date At 11:17 - @skrrts non-idol!yunho x reader (two-parts) ✰ ✩ Untitled - @jonghi non-idol!yunho x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✶ 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✩ 3:33pm ♡ - @ateezscupid non-idol!yeosang x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Cosmos - @pirateprincessblog non-idol!space traveler!yeosang x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ Flex - @xuchiya non-idol!yeosang x reader (drabble) ✰ ✩ Sweat and Seduction - @xomakara gym rat!yeosang x yoga teacher!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ White Silk - @skrrts non-idol!yeosang x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✶ 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Be Your Solace - @makeitmingi university student!bf!san x university student!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Cheerleaders And Stereotypes - @itsbeeble football player!san x cheerleader!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ Choi San As Associate Professor - @melsvt associate professor!fiancee!san x reader (drabble) ✰ ✩ Crimson - @hwaslayer non-idol!san x stripper!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Guilty Pleasure | Follow You - @orshii priest!san x reader (two-parts) ✩ ✩ Handy - @hausofwoo maintenance man!san x tenant!reader (one-shot) ✩

✶ 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✩ Early Morning Live - @bro-atz idol!mingi x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ MingiWonka - @shinestarhwaa wonka!mingi x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ The Princess Treatment Chronicles! | The Return Of The Princess Treatment Chronicles?! - @yuyusuyu best friend!non-idol!mingi x non-idol!reader (two-parts) ✰ ✩ Wanted Dead Or Alive - @xomakara cowboy!mingi x heiress!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✶ 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Best Friend's Girl - @dancinglikebutterflywings best friend!wooyoung x reader ft.san (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Day Off - @cyberseong bf!wooyoung x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ Giggle Fits - @pettypuppy-jonghyun bf!wooyoung x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ That's Not Your Food, Woo - @pettypuppy-jonghyun bf!idol!wooyoung x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Wave Of Music - @skrrts non-idol!wooyoung x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✶ 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Hear A Siren’s Call - @the-midnight-blooms siren!jongho x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Home - @desirehorizon bf!jongho x gn!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Not As Innocent - @ja3hwa bf!jongho x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Oh Shit, Are We In Love - @mingigoo basketball player!best friend!jongho x cheerleader!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Untitled - @bombuni bf!jongho x reader (drabble) ✩

This is how hard dom hongjoong watches you as he makes you cry from pain and frustration with the fakest sympathy

He stalks you

thanks for recommending my work! so glad you liked it🤍🤍

✎ᝰ. mon's ateez fic recommendations (part 1)!

mdni!

│hi there! i haven't read much lately so the first part came across as a bit shorter than i expected but the next ones will surely be longer!

— as a writer myself, i just wanted to take a moment to thank all the authors for sharing such incredible writing, your hard work is truly appreciated! thank you for sharing your writing with us! ♡

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⤷ kim hongjoong x reader

♡┆ugh, as if by @ennysbookstore; the whole mini-series is just amazing and i enjoyed each part a lot! once i started i couldn't stop reading! loved how well hongjoong was written! the build-up of the first part was top-notch! and the character development... i should thank the author on my knees for writing this masterpiece. one of the best authors out there! definitely will read again!

♡┆swapped by @daisykihannie; the prompt is just so fun and interesting, one of the most creative ones i stumbled across! i haven't read something like this before. enjoyed it very very much!

♡┆punching bag by @mulloey; i must admit it was so just so undeniably hot, angry hongjoong and also so well-written! you will find me re-reading it an unholy amount of times.

♡┆clumsy hearts, steady love by @edenesth; WHAT IF I TELL YOU I CRIED? i already commented on this one on my main but im going to repeat myself! incredibly written, hongjoong suits the concept so well, my heart hurt a bit while reading but it's hongjoong, of course, i forgive him. somehow still very cute.

⤷ jeong yunho x reader

♡┆active recovery by @k-hotchoisan; y'all so i was always so shy about commenting on smut but tbh don't we all read it? author killed it yet again! got me hot, bothered and i am starting to consider a gym subscription!

♡┆the drill by @byuntrash101; look i know this one was posted last year, and i am so mad for not reading it sooner😭 i loved the storyline, wooyoung as a side character was just so funny, yunho without rizz altered my brain chemistry. i can't lie i was thinking about this fic for days after i read it! it's the perfect blend of fun and smut.

♡┆private lessons by @bombuni; i must admit i love professor yunho and it is always a pleasure finding and reading such fics, especially when it's as good as this one! (would love to see a part two one day)

♡┆muffled by @desirehorizon; the plot!!! the writing!!! the smut!!! and it was funny too!!! what more can i want? perfect!! imma say it once again but i enjoyed every word of this fic!!! can't wait to read more from the author!

⤷ mingi x reader

♡┆still your biggest fan by @byuntrash101; good god it was just so incredibly hot, we need to appreciate the idea because it surely is creative! who doesn't just love teasing mingi? let's agree that we all do.

♡┆sour candy by @0097linersb; loved the idea🙂‍↕️ needy mingi is my favorite mingi, it was very very hot. you better find the time and read it!

⤷ jongho x reader

♡┆minor nuisance by @everyonewooeverywhere; i tell you they are in love love! trust me, you definitely need to read this one! jongho was just so sweet, a great fluff/smut combo and now i need jongho in my life even more :(

♡┆freestyle lap by @bro-atz; we all should know by now that bro is just simply one of the best when it comes to smut and they never, never disappoint. i definitely needed to read this one after i saw that pool jongho pics. if you haven't read it yet, what are you even doing?

♡┆falling and sleeping by @seonghwaddict; it was posted earlier this year but i just had to include it :( it was just utterly cute, jongho is adorable. well-written, and melted my poor heart.

multiple members:

⤷ jongho x yeosang x reader

♡┆the post show high by @bombuni; i must shamelessly admit while reading it i felt like the author somehow got into my brain and just picked one of my fantasies, hope it's not tmi. so saying i loved it it's an understatement! one of my favorite authors for real!

pairings:

⤷ hongjoong x yunho (hohong)

ao3 ♡┆darling, you will bury me (before i bury you) by SunshineAndRayne; cute cute cute! i loved every letter of it, yunho is so whipped and i am living for it!

ao3 ♡┆waiting for you by marspacz; i absolutely loved this one so much! my heart needed this, had me smiling the entire time i was reading! and then the shotgun scene—damn, that was hot!

🛌⌇4:36┆jeong yunho

established relationship, idol!yunho x gn!reader

│synopsis: the one where your boyfriend saves the night

│genre: hurt/comfort

│trigger warnings: insomnia, emotional distress and crying, anxiety and frustration, descriptions of physical and emotional exhaustion

│words: 1.5 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

— hi there my lovely people! this one is my goodbye for a little while post! can’t wait to be back from hiatus and write more for you guys! for now, enjoy this yunho drabble!

love, monika ♡

It was dawn, the first light of the morning just starting to filter through the curtains. Your night had been nothing short of a nightmare, with you tossing and turning incessantly, desperately trying to find a comfortable spot on your bed. The discomfort seemed endless, and despite your best efforts, sleep remained elusive. You were so overwhelmingly tired that your head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and you could hear your own blood pumping loudly in your ears, a constant reminder of your exhaustion. Frustration and weariness weighed heavily on you, and you were on the verge of crying, feeling utterly defeated by the sleepless night. 

It seemed like each time you closed your eyes and your body started to relax, something inevitably brought you back to reality. It could be a slight sound from your neighbors, too loud for your liking, or a weird rustle from outside. Perhaps it was the distant hum of traffic or the creak of the floorboards settling in your house. You were so sensitive, even the hum of the fridge was disturbing you so much, that you couldn’t find any peace. Every small disturbance, no matter how insignificant it seemed, served as a reminder that the world around you was still very much alive and active, refusing to let you slip into the peaceful embrace of sleep. 

You tried everything, from drinking a warm glass of water to counting sheep, but nothing worked. You even tried deep breathing exercises and you tried rearranging your pillows. Despite all these efforts, sleep remained out of reach, and the night dragged on endlessly. Each failed attempt only added to your frustration, making it even harder to relax and find the rest you so desperately needed. 

At some point, when you noticed the night getting lighter and the outside world covered in grey instead of black, you sat up and started crying. Warm tears streamed down your cheeks as you succumbed to the overwhelming frustration that had built up throughout the night. Every failed attempt to find comfort and every small disturbance that jolted you awake seemed to converge in this moment of despair. You couldn’t help feeling defeated by your own body, which stubbornly refused to grant you the sleep you so desperately needed. The weight of exhaustion bore down on you, and the oppressive thoughts of another sleepless night loomed large in your mind. It was as if the world around you was conspiring against your desperate need for rest, leaving you feeling utterly powerless and alone. 

In the middle of your breakdown, you heard the door opening, the sound almost going unnoticed. You stilled in your movements, a cry seemed to stick in your throat. Your heart started to beat fast as you listened to the soft steps getting closer to the bedroom door. The room felt even more oppressive now, the weight of your sleepless night and overwhelming frustration adding to the tension. You could barely breathe, your chest tightening with each passing moment. 

"Yunho?" you called out, your voice trembling and barely above a whisper. You clutched the edge of your comforter, knuckles turning white from the pressure, as you tried to steady your racing heart. 

"Honey?" Yunho called out softly as he opened the door, his voice filled with concern. "Why aren’t you…" His words trailed off as he froze in the doorframe, taking in the sight of your curled-up form on the bed. His eyes immediately locked onto your red, swollen ones, and without a moment's hesitation, he quickly approached the bed. Sitting down beside you, he gently pulled you into his chest, cradling you in his arms. "Baby, what’s wrong?" he whispered, his voice a soothing balm as he stroked your hair, trying to provide comfort in your moment of distress. 

"You scared me," you mumbled before you let out another choked sob. You put your hands into fists and gently hit your boyfriend's chest, his hold on you only tightening. "What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice trembling. 

"We have a four-day break before our next tour stop, so I decided to come back. I wanted it to be a surprise," he said with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with affection. He kissed the top of your head gently as you rested it on his shoulder, trying to calm your breathing, which had been shaky and uneven. 

"I’m so glad you are back home," you whispered with relief, your voice filled with emotion as your arms finally wrapped around his larger figure, pulling him close and feeling his warmth. 

"You couldn’t sleep again?" he asked with concern, his palms gently stroking your back in soothing motions. It felt like he was trying to transfer all his calmness to you. You only nodded in response, taking in his smell, a comforting scent that always reminded you of home. It was a smell that brought you peace and made you feel safe like everything would be alright now that he was here. 

"Let me just change into something, I must smell of airplane, and we will go to sleep together," he said softly, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. He slowly started to take his arms off you, intending to freshen up after his long journey. However, the moment he began to move away, you were quick to grab his arms, stopping his movements. 

"Stay," you mumbled, your voice barely audible as you clung to him, not wanting to let go. 

He looked down at you, seeing the desperation in your eyes, and his heart melted. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice tender and filled with concern. You nodded, tightening your grip on him, needing his comforting presence more than ever. "Alright, I'll stay," he whispered, gently pulling you back into his embrace and kissing your forehead. He held you close with one arm, using the other to rearrange the pillows in a way he knew you liked. He laid you down, adjusted the pillows once more, then lay down beside you and pulled the comforter over both of you. "Come here," Yunho smiled softly, pulling you closer. 

You put your arm under his, wrapping him closer. He rested his head on top of yours, the weight and warmth providing a sense of security you had been missing all night. Your thigh was on top of his lap, the other leg tangled with his, drawing him even closer. The need to feel his body pressed against yours was overwhelming as if the physical closeness could somehow ease the emotional turmoil, you had been enduring. You intertwined your limbs with his, making sure there was no room for space between you, seeking the warmth and comfort only his presence could provide. You nestled your head against his chest, listening to the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you even closer, as if he understood the depth of your need without you having to say a word. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, a soothing motion that gradually began to calm your racing thoughts. 

"I’m here," Yunho whispered softly, his voice a gentle balm to your weary soul. "I’ve got you." 

With those words, you felt a profound sense of relief. For the first time that night, you allowed yourself to believe that everything would be alright. The darkness and despair that had plagued you began to lift, replaced by the light and warmth of Yunho's presence. 

His breath was steady and calming, each exhalation gently rustling your hair. You could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest under your cheek, "Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. The words were simple, but they carried the weight of your gratitude and relief. Yunho didn’t respond with words; instead, he tightened his embrace, rubbing small circles on your back with his fingers. 

As you lay there, enveloped in his warmth, you felt some of the tension begin to melt away. The room seemed less oppressive; the noises that had earlier kept you awake now faded into the background. Yunho's presence had a way of making everything else seem insignificant. The dull ache in your head began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of calm. 

"I missed you so much," you admitted softly, feeling a tear escape and roll down your cheek. 

"I missed you too," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Just focus on my breathing, love. In and out. Nice and slow." 

You did as he suggested, matching your breaths to his. Inhaling deeply, you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering traces of his long journey. 

Slowly but surely, the exhaustion that had gripped you all night began to release its hold. Your eyelids grew heavy, and the world around you started to blur. The last thing you felt before slipping into a much-needed sleep was Yunho's gentle kiss on the top of your head and the secure, loving embrace of his arms around you. 

For the first time that night, you felt at peace. With Yunho by your side, you knew you could face anything, even the most restless of nights. 

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│ it has come to my attention that a lot of ageless/blank blogs have started to interact with my fics. while i appreciate your interest in my writing, i want to remind everyone that my blog is for adults only. it only takes a moment to personalize your blog and add your age. please take a moment to do so. this way, it will be easier for everyone and will save me from having to go through all my notifications to block blank/ageless blogs.│

Idk if you got my other ask bc I was distracted when I wrote it but, do make more… questionable liking .. work thanks. (If you get what I mean… like the prof hwa one, thank you)

honestly had to go through my works cus i completely forgot ive written prof hwa before lollll. idk if this is a sign that i need to do it again or that ive written WAY too much seonghwa…

but yes ok… if yall insist…. i’ll get even worse🤍🤍

anon who just sent me an idea for cowboy!hwa part 2… just know im about to cook up something EVIL

My Heart, I Surrender

► 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 - intruder!san x virgin!reader ◄ ► 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜/𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 - smut with plot, age gap of 10 years (but both full adults), sociopathic tendencies but San is a !gentleman, suspense, somnophilia, fingering, hair-pulling, , corruption kink, breeding kink, oral sex (FL receiving), creampie, no protection (do NOT do this!), tit sucking, rough sex, size kink, overstimulation, cum tasting ◄ ► 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 - MDNI, sexual assault, degrading name calling (slut, whore), non-consent sex, reluctance, gaslighting and manipulation to give in ◄ ► 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 16.5K (goal was 14K but oh well) ◄ ► 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 - The most unforgettable night of your life happens when an intruder breaks in and steals your body, your innocence, and your heart. ◄

► 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 - If this is triggering to you, please do not continue. This is a work of fiction not meant to represent the members in real life. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS TYPE OF ENCOUNTER. This is not a go-signal for anyone to do this. This is a fantasy and IT SHOULD STAY THAT WAY. You have been warned. More notes towards the end. Join the taglist here. ◄ ► 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - @ginger-mingi ◄

The pouring rain has always provided me with a sense of comfort I cannot even begin to explain. I wasn't sure if it was the sound of it hitting the pavement, or even the smell of it as it watered the meadow fields. Oh, the fresh scent of it when it hits my nose when I inhale brings serenity.

So here I stood under a dingy, little waiting shed where I sought shelter from the rain that I claimed to love.

I looked left and right hoping to see a bus coming while I rubbed my arms and my teeth chattered, but nothing. Even the waiting shed did absolutely nothing to shield me from the biting cold.

I sighed, instantly regretting not making it on time here for the other bus. With nothing better to do, I sat back down on the somewhat clean-ish seat that the shed provided and waited it out. If it wasn't for the rain, I would have been busy admiring the lush trees and the beautiful spring flowers that surrounded the area like I always usually did when I waited for the bus.

I perked when I saw headlights to my left through the haze, but I quickly became disappointed when I realized it wasn't my bus, it was just a car passing by.

"Damn," I deflated back onto my seat. dejected at the thought of staying in this shed for longer than I wanted to.

I stared at the oncoming car, suddenly wishing I could drive. I wouldn't be waiting if I knew how. It came faster and faster until I was able to make out its model and its colour - a sleek black.

And then it completely stopped in front of me.

I frowned, confused and then got frightened at what the owner possibly wanted. It could be anything, but the one that struck in my mind was some sick psycho that wanted to do things to me, a lone girl in a deserted area.

I cursed in my mind when I looked around and nobody was around to hear me scream for help just in case. I looked down suddenly, finding my shoes interesting, hoping that the driver would go away soon.

I bit my lip when I heard the distinct sound of a car window rolling down. Oh God, I thought nervously. Was I about to get kidnapped?

"Y/N?"

As if I wasn't nervous enough. My confusion grew not only because I heard my name out of nowhere, but that voice sounded a little too familiar.

I looked up and my heart stopped beating for a second or two. He was the kind of handsome that made me hold my breath and those chestnut eyes that stared already spoke to me before he even said a word.

"M-Mr. Choi!" I blurted out in mild surprise. I stood up and began to approach his car but quickly stumbled when I realized it was still raining. "W-What are you doing here?"

I blushed profusely when he smiled at me, it was heart-melting, especially when his dimples popped out from his cheeks. I mentally cursed myself for being this embarrassing in front of him.

"This is near my workplace," he replied. He slowly raked his eyes from my feet all the way to my face and his smile grew wider. "How long have you been waiting for the bus?" 

"Almost an hour," I replied truthfully.

His smile drops slightly and he clicks his tongue. He presses on something and I hear the click of something unlocking. "Get in," he cocked his head towards the passenger seat.

My face heats up even more if that was possible. "Oh," I squeak out. "I-I couldn't possibly impose on you, I'm fine, really."

"Please, I insist," he pauses to gauge my reaction. "I would feel awful if I just left you here stranded."

I was weighing my options, but the reality was, I was afraid he would hear how hard my heart was beating if I was to go into the same space as him, let alone something as intimate as a car.

He sighed when he saw me doubting. "We live in the same complex anyway, plus that bus won't be coming soon," he insisted.

I pursed my lips together, and it didn't escape his attention. He was right, I was the one being unreasonable. Plus, I knew him. I knew   he had pure intentions - to simply just take me home.

"Okay," I murmured, finally agreeing to his insistence.

I stopped breathing when he broke out into the widest grin. "Good," he beamed. 

I was about to move and get my stuff from the seat when Mr. Choi got out of the car and started to walk towards me through the rain. "You're going to get wet!" I tried to stop him.

"A little rain wouldn't hurt me," he shot me a wink and I almost fainted at the sight.

He passed me and I caught a whiff of his cologne, the smallest hint of it already transporting me into places I don't dare go in. He carried my stuff for me as he opened the umbrella I didn't even notice he had because I was busy looking at him.

"L-Let me carry the umbrella, at least," I offered like a decent human being. I made a move to grab the umbrella, but he quickly moved it away.

I glanced up at him and I was taken aback by the sharp and scathing look he gave me, but it was gone in less than a second. He opened the car door for me and I immediately forget about it. To his warm cologne and his even warmer actions, it was easy to like him.

"Cold?" he asked as he buckled his seatbelt. I nodded, not that I had a choice, I was literally shivering when I got in.

I murmured a small 'thank you' when he upped the heat in his car, and just like that, we drove away from that wretched waiting shed. I held in a satisfied exhale as I sank into the softest and most comfortable seat I've ever sat on.

"You said your workplace was near here?" I began to speak in hopes to fill in the awkward air. "May I ask what you do?"

"I have a startup company along with my friends downtown. You know that 7-Eleven by the corner?" I nodded slowly and he hummed. "It's near that area. I always pass this road to go home."

So that explains the aura he exuded - mature, well-put together. And, by God, the way he always dressed. Today, he wore a business suit that was tailored so well and emphasized his body. It made him look like he had power.

"You?" he continued. "Where have you been?"

"Oh, I just met up with a couple of my friends," I shrugged. "Got a little too carried away and missed my ride."

"No one offered to take you home?"

"They all live on the other side of the city, plus my complex is far. I don't mind riding the bus."

There was a moment of hesitation on his face. "I can drive for you from now on," he offered as he glanced at me side-eyed while he tried to focus on the road.

I watched him side-eyed as well, afraid to turn my head to stare at him head on. My mouth felt dry and I didn't know what to say, and there was a certain gentleness in his voice that made me want to reach out to him.

"N-No, I don't want to be a bother, Mr. Choi."

"San."

"Huh?" I asked, confused.

In an instant, he turned and our eyes finally met. "Just call me San."

"I-I can't possibly do that," I muttered. I felt my heart lodge onto my throat, but I tried to play it cool. "You are my senior."

He put on the most inviting, volatile, and apathetic smirk. It was such the opposite expression to his usual gentleness. "Why?" San raised a mischievous brow. "Your boyfriend is going to get mad?"

I couldn't move, it felt like I would have to muster tremendous effort to do so, and my brain was lagging. I had to think and move well.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend," I finally uttered. His smirk grows bigger, though I chose to ignore it.

"That settles it, then," San chuckled more to himself, the sound of it so low that it brought shivers to my spine.

He noticed it and before I could turn away from him clearly flustered, a grin spread across his face and made him look even more handsome than he already was, if it was possible. I'm pretty sure my face was redder than a tomato right now.

"Are you going to be a dear and think about it, at least?" San looked left and right on the street before driving across the familiar intersection that led to the complex.

At that moment, I felt my body flush warm. I must have made a small sound of agreement because San let it go for now and finally concentrated on driving both of us. I'm not even sure, and I don't want to care right now.

It was silent, the only sound we could hear was the rain hitting the roof of the car and the heater whirring in the air. Outside there is no traffic and the light had finally gone, which might mean that it was almost nighttime. The fragile peace had taken over us, and it gave me moments to think.

Being in the car with the one and only Choi San definitely wasn't in my list of things to do today. He was well-known in the complex we lived at immediately after he moved in a couple of months ago. He wasn't my neighbour, not even close, but even he had caught my unassuming eye.

He was attractive - hot, to be frank. When he walked into the room, it seemed as if conversation stopped to sit in stunned silence, he had all of our attention and he knew it. He knew damn well we all found him attractive, yet he never let it all go into his head. He was the sweetest gentleman who always smiled and helped around without asking for something in return.

I couldn't help the admiration I felt for him, and it wasn't only me who held a high opinion of him, everyone I knew did so that automatically doesn't make my admiration anything special in itself.

Or maybe mine was something more. I quickly brushed the thought away from my mind because I knew that it was impossible. San might not even look or want somebody that was much younger than him. In this case, if I wasn't mistaken, I was a good ten years younger than him.

"You look like you want to say something," San suddenly spoke.

"Do you have a family?" I sputtered out before I could stop myself.

I was waiting for San to laugh or think I'm stupid, or perhaps make a snide remark of how nosy I was getting, but it never came.

"No, I currently don't," he replied, the gentleness he was known for back in his voice.

Which means that he's open to having one in the future.

"I see," I trailed off. I didn't know what else to say, I already got the answer to my question.

I choked on my next breath when I felt San's right hand grab my thigh. Almost robotically, my head slowly swivels to stare at him wide-eyed with unparalleled surprise. He stayed focused on the road, but I saw a ghost of a smirk grace his lips.

"Close your mouth, doll," San whispered, his voice dropping into a husky rasp. "Look away."

It took everything in me to do so and stare straight ahead on the unwinding road. The sudden grab made my heart pound so hard, the way his thumb would slowly caress my thighs left goosebumps in its wake.

"Mr. Choi," I began, trying very hard to keep my voice leveled, but we both knew that it sounded shakier than the sky right now.

He side-eyes me once more, his other hand still maneuvering the steering wheel, and raised a brow. "I told you," he griped. "It's San."

A shaky breath left my mouth when he squeezed my thigh. It was enough for me to feel it, but not enough for it to hurt - not even close. He let go momentarily and drummed his slender fingers on my thighs, instead. I swallowed as I stared at his sinful fingers, the things they could do...

"Say my name."

I snapped out of the indecent thoughts from my head before they could fully form. "Pardon?" I questioned.

He chuckled, this time, those dimples of his popped out again. I could have sworn my heart leapt out of my chest. "I said," San spoke, his voice quiet but firm. "Say my name."

"B-But--"

"Say it."

I gasped when he squeezed my thigh with more pressure. It still didn't hurt, but something else of mine hurt. "Okay, okay," I sighed. "S-San."

His lips stretched into a satisfied grin and he finally let go and kept his hand to himself. "Good girl," he smiled.

The hair on my nape prickled at the way San's voice - deep, thick, and most of all, powerful - but that wasn't even the worst part. He was smiling, and that smile was something he reserved when he was being the sweetest, most precious gentleman everybody knew him to be.

What have I gotten myself into? Was he not who everybody, including me, thought he was? My chest was about to explode, my hands were getting clammy and I was close to hyperventilating as I leaned closer to the door to try and avoid him.

Soon enough, we reached the apartment complex and he had slowly stopped the car in front of my apartment. I don't know how he knew where I lived, but at this point, I was not even going to ask. I might hear something I was not ready to hear.

"T-Thank you," I mumbled and hurriedly grabbed my things so I could get the hell out of his car as fast as humanly possible. There was no way I was staying in it longer - it was suffocating.

I speedwalked immediately away and I was about to be completely out of his sight when he stopped me and called me back. "Y/N, wait."

I cursed under my breath and begrudgingly looked back at him with an expectant gaze. The tremors in my heart upped when I saw that beautiful smile I always found attractive on him.

"I'll see you later, doll," he said with hopeful vigor. Did I want to see him again?

"I highly doubt it," I nervously tucked a stray hair out of my face to avoid looking at him. At the end of the day, he was kind enough to take me home but it ended there. We had nothing in common and there was no way he would look at me like that.

He smirked, the dark look in his eyes made me shrink from where I stood. "You never know."

He definitely doesn't mean that. Right?

I didn't bother to watch his car drive off. I quickly ran into my apartment and straight into the shower in record time to take the grime off of my body and hopefully, relax.

That was wishful thinking on my part. There was absolutely no way I could erase that odd encounter with San from my brain in the next few weeks. 

I stood still in the shower and let all the water flow from my scalp all the way down to my toes. Heat filled my entire body when I stared at the section where San had squeezed my thighs. It was slightly pink from the pressure, something that would face away in a couple of minutes.

The way his personality would switch in a matter of seconds creeped the living hell out of me. He went from being so endearing to something else completely that went over my brain capacity.

I frowned, not fully able to comprehend how San was as a person. This is exactly why you should never take a person at face value - they might end up surprising you in ways you never thought was even possible.

I dried my hair, still in a daze. Usually I would spend some time with skin and body care, but tonight I didn't care enough to even make an effort, so after I was done with my hair, I put on my favourite silk nightgown.

I decided to sit down momentarily on the couch to do some deep thinking, but that ended up being a dud. Within moments, I was asleep.

I stirred awake in the middle of the night, I was confused, I was the type who slept like a log once I'm out - this means I usually never wake up in between my sleep, if not, at all. I tried to shake the confusion and moved my arm towards the bedside table to grab my phone.

'4:20 A.M.'

I groaned softly, frustrated at the fact that it's dead in the night and I was sentient. I had to work in a few hours and I never did well when my sleep pattern was disturbed. I willed myself to sleep and put the blanket over my head.

I opened my eyes, startled. Blanket?

I tried to make sense of what my mind was slowly realizing. I was in bed when I knew for a fact that I had fallen asleep on the couch hours ago.

My brain alerted me into panic and this time, I was fully awake. Maybe I had walked to my bed half asleep and I just didn't remember it? Impossible. I was a heavy sleeper, I would have definitely remembered if I got up unceremoniously. So the question was, how am I here, and how long have I been here?

I sat up, rubbing my eyes timidly to will the sleepiness away from me. Maybe I have just been stressed out at work and am blacking out sometimes, which was worrying if that really was the case.

I looked at the couch I was in and everything was fine, except for the dark figure sitting down on it. I stared for a few minutes before shaking my head.

"Definitely tired," I mumbled to myself, disoriented, before laying back down and trying to fall back asleep. I wonder what that was...

My heart dropped to my stomach when I realized what the hell I just saw and I opened my eyes once more, this time, the sleepiness was fading away. A dark figure sitting on my couch?

How long has it been here just watching me sleep? I stiffened, the energy in the room felt absolutely different. I stayed still, listening quietly if something would be moved or if I was really imagining things. 

But nothing. Just the thick, sinister silence that enveloped the room. With mild unease slowly creeping up to me, I chose to stay still in fear, hoping that this was only a dream and that thing was a figment of my imagination.

Except that I knew it wasn't. I knew it was a person. I saw that it was a man. He was sitting comfortably on my couch with his arms crossed, watching me sleep.

My worst fears came to life when I heard a shuffle and the distinct sound of somebody getting up from the couch. My heart started beating frantically when I felt the bed dip behind me. I tried not to flinch at the sudden intrusion, I tried not to breathe either.

Who was in my bed? How in the world did they even get in? I was a thousand percent sure I locked the door when I came home too, so how? Luckily, the only other entrance to my apartment - my window - was in my direct view, and my heart dropped when I saw that it was wide open.

'Please, go away, please,' I prayed inside my head, but things never really worked out like that, didn't they?

I felt a large hand touch my leg, its presence leaving a burning feeling upon my skin. It stayed there for what seemed like forever until it gently lifted the blanket up a bit so the hand could slide up my skin.

I tried to remain unmoved as my mind struggled to make sense of what was happening and I almost let out a whimper when I felt the rough hand slowly caress my skin and it wept higher until it stopped at my clothed thigh. His hand was dangerously close to my core and it was terrifying.

I shut my eyes as tightly as possible, the dread of waiting what he was going to do next making me want to pass out in extreme horror. 

He did the unexpected - he lifted his hand away from my thigh and I would have been relieved, but I felt the mattress dip even more and I can tell from the movement that he was trying to climb the bed and stay next to me.

Tears started to pool in my eyes, I was petrified in fear. I heard the man sigh softly as he slowly started to stroke my hair in the warmest and gentlest manner. I stopped breathing when his fingers slowly started to trace my face - my cheeks, lips, nose.

"I know you're awake," I heard him whisper, cutting through the dead silence.

I willed myself to open my eyes and it took a while for them to adjust, but the panic seeps into me nonetheless when I saw him. He was sitting tentatively beside me, and since he was against the light, I still couldn't see his face clearly.

But I can tell he was huge. There was no way I could fight him.

"Did you...move me to the bed?" I asked, my voice shaking as I fought the tears from falling from my eyes.

"Yes," he replied, and the sound of it sent shivers to my body. He had a deeper voice, it was unfortunately pleasant to my ears.

"What do you want from me?" I asked next, afraid of what the answer might be. He began to stroke my hair again. "Please, don't do that..."

He tensed, his hand stopping at my head and I was terrified that he would start grabbing my hair, but surprisingly, he does stop. "A lot of things," he cryptically replied.

I suppress a whimper when I feel him move. I was too terrified to move and the intruder took the opportunity to lean down my ear. 

I exhaled a terrified sigh when I felt his breath hit my ear. I finally let out a whimper when he blew softly in my ear and more goosebumps flared up on my skin. He chuckled softly, the closeness of his proximity emphasizing how menacing it was.

"For example," I could hear the smirk in his voice. "You, for one." 

My eyes go wide, the reality of the situation crashing down on me abruptly, and I realize what his intentions were with me - he was going to assault me. 

Tears started streaming down my face, and without thinking, I  pushed the blanket off me and quickly tried to roll to the edge of the bed, but I didn't make it too far when I felt my feet being grabbed.

I screamed bloody murder when I was dragged roughly back into the middle of the bed, my hands grabbing I could to stop myself, but it was no use.

I was flipped to my back and I cried harder when he grabbed my arms violently and pinned them above my head as he straddled me.

"Please don't hurt me," I cried, my own pitiful voice getting to me. I closed my eyes as tightly as possible as if that would make the man on top of me vanish.

I flinched when I felt fingers stroke my cheek gently. "Shh, breath," he hushes. "I need you to calm down."

I struggled momentarily underneath him. I gasped when he pushed the hand he was using to pin both of mine on the bed with a pressure that was almost painful. "Stay still," he said, his voice taut.

I tried my luck again but all that earned me was a growl from him. "Stay still," he reiterated coldly, the gentleness in his voice gone. "And shut up."

I listened and I stayed still for what seemed like hours, my position vulnerable. I was afraid of what he'd do if I disobeyed.

I gulped when I felt him leaning forward, gasping quietly when I felt his other hand cup my cheek and give it a gentle kiss, his lips lingering for a while before he started whispering the most soothing words I'd hear for a while.

"Just like that, doll, breathe in and out for me," he mumbled tenderly. He started to soothingly stroke my skin - my face, my neck, my arms. "I am not going to hurt you."

"I'm going to scream if you don't get off me," I spoke in an attempt to threaten him, and it came out sounding pathetic.

He hummed like a gentle parent comforting their child. "There's really no need, I said I'm not going to hurt you, so don't be scared."

"Y-You're scaring me," I gulped, my eyes still closed.

How can I not be scared? He was huge and I knew for a fact that even if I died trying, I don't have a chance of overpowering him.

He planted a small kiss on the top of my head and I caught a whiff of his cologne. I froze, that smelled extremely familiar.

"Am I?" I heard him sigh. "I'm sorry."

I can hear and feel the blood rushing to my ears. Now that my sight is blank, all my other senses are stronger and I am now slowly realizing how awfully familiar his voice was sounding. I just couldn't pinpoint who exactly it was.

"Do I...know you?" I slowly asked, my chest heaving up and down to due my breathlessness.

Unfortunately, he noticed it. My breath hitched when his free hand, the one not pinning mine down, lightly brushed my hardened nipples. I cursed mentally for not wearing a bra tonight.

"You're a curious one, aren't you?" he mumbled before he stopped touching my breasts. I breathe a sigh of relief. A couple more seconds and I would have made a sound.

"Maybe you do," he continued. "Maybe you don't."

What a terrifying response. A stranger, an intruder, was in my home and basically holding me captive and I had no idea how far he would go tonight. 

I ignored him and my shaky voice sounded, "What do you intend to do to me?"

Fright constricted my chest when he leaned down and gave the soft skin on my neck little bites, pecks, and licks. "What do you want me to do to you?" his husky voice purrs into my ear.

Heat spreads all over my body at the involuntary pleasure I felt from the little of kisses, the small kissing sounds his lips were making against my skin loud in my ears and I ashamedly clenched my legs together. I felt him smile against my skin when my body betrayed me and I gasped a bit when he sucked on my skin.

"I'm going to make you feel good," he murmured, his free hand touching and squeezing my hips and sides, just stopping below my chest. 

I whined moving my head slightly in a poor attempt to get him off of me. It was extremely humiliating. "Don't," he warned, his voice rigid and gravely.

Tears started to form again in my eyes. It was so pathetic. Had I been stronger enough, I would have been out of here. I gasp when his hand kneads my breast, and he was doing it so tenderly as if he was afraid that I would burst if he wasn't careful enough.

"P-Please," I arched my back unwillingly towards his hand. I felt him groan deeply against my skin, the vibration sent shivers to my spine.

"Shh, I said stop moving," he held me tighter, more tensely. I got a bit frightened, he was so unpredictable that I didn't know how to act.

My brain can't properly wrap around the situation. He's an intruder, which I can only assume as someone who is never up to any good, but he is excruciatingly gentle, and the way he can make my body react to his touch was alarming.

"Ah!" I squealed when he suddenly pinched my nipple. He laughed huskily and he didn't do it again. My skin was on fire, I have never been more terrified in my life than right now.

"You feel so good, I can't wait to make you mine." he growled. "Not that you weren't yet."

It occurred to me that it must be a nightmare, perhaps I should just go with it, or maybe if she refused he would willingly leave. But that would never happen, he was here to take me.

I snapped back into reality when I heard the worst sound I could possibly hear all night - a zipper being undone.

I began thrashing and resisting again. "Wait, wait, please stop," I begged. "I-I'll give you anything you want, I have money---"

I screamed when his hand wrapped around my neck. "You're testing my patience, doll," he hissed, squeezing on the sides of my neck. 

I choked on little air, I was getting lightheaded before he let me go. I took big gulps of chair as I coughed, scared out of my wits. Oh God, I thought dreadfully. He's going to kill me!

"You move one more time," he whispered menacingly. "I am going to  shove my cock in you and fuck you like the little cumslut you are." I whined when he bit my shoulder painfully, I was pretty sure it drew blood. "You understand?"

When I didn't respond, he bit my shoulder harder. "Speak when told to," he growled.

"Yes! Yes! Okay, okay! Please," I cried like a wounded animal, - well, I am now - and he lets my shoulders go.

"Good. If you're a good girl, I won't do anything," he chuckled. He gave me soft kisses on the area he bit. "You poor thing..."

This was much worse than I thought. I hate this, I hate every single moment of this. I had noticed early on that if I did as he said, he would be fine, but the moment I acted up, he would get rougher.

"Anyway," he said sarcastically. "I don't want your money."

"Why not?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He laughed amusingly. He had an infuriatingly attractive laugh. If only it wasn't too dark, I could have seen his face too. "Because money can't get me what I want right now." 

I frowned. "I'm going to call the police on you," I stated, my voice shaking, hoping that he'd get intimidated enough.

"Cute," he chuckled lowly. 

"Please, don't do this," I begged loudly. 

"Why not?" he clicked his tongue. "I promise that I wouldn't do anything you don't want."

"I don't want you here," I sniffled.

"Don't say that," he replied tensely, his grip on my hands tightening as well.

There was nothing more I wished for right now than somebody to help me. My mind drifted to Mr. Choi. He would have helped me if I asked. I regretted not getting his number like everyone did.

Even with the odd encounter in the car with him, I knew him to be of moral standards and he would help. He was the only one I knew big and strong enough to take this stranger down.

He finally let my hands go and I tensed as I felt him moving in on top of me. I whimpered when his hands spread my legs so he could lay down on me in between them. I blushed both in anger and embarrassment. I had no underwear tonight and I can feel his erection straining through his pants.

His mouth found mine and my eyes flew open immediately. He gave me an open mouthed kiss before pulling away to grasp the back of my neck.

"Look at me," he demanded roughly. I shook my head aggressively and in rebellion and turned my head to the side in spite. He can honestly kiss my ass---

"Oh," I rasped when his hand started to massage and knead my inner thighs. I winced when his mouth started to attack my neck again. This time he roughly bit and sucked, his tongue swirled all over the sensitive parts of my skin as his hands slowly went higher and higher at a dangerous pace.

I was overwhelmed with the odd mixture of pain, fear, pleasure, and hopelessness. The way his hot breath hit my ears was so distracting too.

"Doll, look at me," he whispered against my ear in a tortured voice. "I want to see your beautiful face."

"Please, stop! I really don't want to," I gritted my teeth.

He chuckled. "We'll see."

He lifts my nightgown up to my hips and before I knew it, his nimble fingers grazed my pussy. I was petrified, heat ignited my whole being. I hear his shaky breaths against my ear and I fight off the urge to even breathe, myself.

"Stop it, please, stop," I begged through my broken cries.

He ignored my pleas as he played with little tufts of my hair down there. I didn't shave, yes, but I wasn't expecting this either. He traces my pussy lips with a finger, sliding up and down, and I couldn't stop the moan from my lips when he goes in between.

"That feel good?" he whispered, his voice taut. He groaned when my body shakes beneath him as he circled my swollen clit. "I can give you more than this."

"N-No, please, I-I think I'm good," my voice trembled from the sensation.

"Then look at me," he commanded, his voice back to its kind tone as he coaxed me. "Please, doll."

"I don't know you enough for that type of connection," I swallowed. "Just get this over with."

"But you do know me, have you forgotten?" he mused, his fingers slowing down. I tried to rack my brain for anything, but there was nothing. When I didn't reply, he sighed. "I guess not."

His form went from slight amusement to a detrimental, subtle disappointment. I can feel his despondent stare penetrate through myself, and it was then I realized that he was actually disappointed at my lack of response. 

"That man in the car earlier," he began. "Who's that?"

I was confused at first, then I remembered what he was referring to. Terror washed over me, he was watching me when San had taken me home?

"A friend," I curtly replied, making it short and hopefully he'll buy it.

He scoffed lightly and removed his hands from my aching cunt. I was pleasantly surprised when he actually got off me and sat on the edge of the bed with his back turned on me. I breathed a sigh of relief but not for long because he still seemed like he wanted to ask more and I was right.

"A friend, huh?" he scoffed again. "It didn't seem like it earlier. There was definitely a connection there."

I gulped. This man was dangerous. He was watching close enough to know the difference. I had to tell him the truth. "It wasn't like that," I bit my lip. "Mr. Choi has always been kind, he's a key figure in the complex."

His back tenses. "Why? You think you don't have a chance or something?"

"That thought never even crossed my mind," I sighed.

"Why?"

His voice was very strained. I paused, not knowing what to say. It was unnerving and the silence was making me sweat. I stared at his form and I almost gasped when I looked up at his face.

I couldn't see it but the shadows in his side profile blew my mind. This man was clearly handsome, not that it mattered since he was a creep, but I don't know. Maybe I was expecting a drunkard of an imp. Certainly not this one.

He clenched his jaw and I had to restrain the cynicism in my eyes. "Is it the age gap?"

My eyes widened in surprise. How did he know? San definitely didn't look that old from afar. That or I'm the one who looks old.

"W-Well, not necessarily," I stammered. "Though that is a huge factor, yes." I had this urge to tell him the truth, I don't know why. "Plus, there's no way Mr. Choi would look at me in that way."

"How would you know? You never once spared even a glance in my direction."

I was confused at what he was referring to. He did say that I knew him, but I certainly don't remember anyone that I was close with enough for me to look at them. The physical aspect too, this man is big and sturdy, I don't remember...

My brows furrowed in concentration as the man stood up from my bed and my breath halted. That was a lie, I did know someone who looked like this.

He stepped into the light and I audibly gasped. I'd always known he was incredibly good-looking but the light that the moon gave him did him justice. His jawline was exquisite, such a contrast to his cat-like features, and by God, his body. 

He stared at me with a seriousness I'd never seen him wear before as he took his grey suit off. He was left with a black turtleneck sweater that did nothing to hide his large biceps from me. 

"S-San?" I uttered his name before I could stop myself, sitting up so I could take a good look at him and determine if he was an apparition or not.

I couldn't help the shock and the dread that came over me. The one person, I had been putting up on a pedestal, the one man I had been thinking of asking for help in my dire situation was none other my intruder.

"I am deeply disappointed with you, Y/N. Truly," he shook his head in mock concern and crossed his arms over his chest.

San stared at me as I attempted to cover my almost naked body with my blanket and a couple of pillows. "That's not going to help your case," he smirked.

"I'm going to scream," I said indignantly. San raised a brow in amusement. "I mean it, please get out! I won't tell anyone---"

"Scream, if you must," he shrugged nonchalantly, walking closer to the bed again. "I paid the neighbours for vacation. They're probably halfway across the world now," he grinned sadistically.

I gasped when he put his arms on the bed, leaned on me, and whispered in my ear. "It's just you and me, doll. So go ahead, scream. It turns me on."

I pushed him away from me hastily and edged myself to the corner of my bed. "You're a monster!" I screamed.

San laughed loudly. "Finally," he mused. "I was so sick of playing nice with you. I like you like this. You look prettier."

The way he laughed out loud maniacally and sadistically scared me almost half to death. It was loud, deep, and menacing and it reminded me of how the devil would laugh if it existed.

I was alone, so screaming really wouldn't do anything. And I certainly wasn't going to knowingly do anything that was going to excite him. That was a terrifying thought.

The fact that it was the Choi San - the well-known gentleman, the man who was known to always smile despite everything, the one who drove me home without anything in return, at that time at least, and the person who was beloved by everybody from children to elderly people.

And the one I had admired from afar because of those qualities. I felt betrayed, and it hurt more than I'd like to admit.

We stared at each other for a moment, unmoving. San's icy glare was shrouded with the unmistakable fire of anger and lust, and I was afraid of how he would hurt me if he had become a little too unstable.

"You're a sociopath," I declared after the awkward silence. 

He raised his brows in a seemingly displeased manner, but at the same time, I knew he was amused. "Oh? Pray tell, my pretty doll," he mocks. "Enlighten me."

"I mean it," I declared, exasperated. "Y-You can't just break into my apartment like this and expect me to like you afterwards! You're sick in the head!"

He sighed, looking away from and staring at the window he broke into. For a second, I thought he was rethinking his actions, but no. He wasn't the Choi San I knew him to be anymore, I wasn't sure how far his instability would take me.

He side-eyes me, I looked back expectantly. "You can just give in to me or we can do this the hard way," San convinced, his tone calm but persuasive. He knew he had the charm and he was using it to his advantage.

"You took that option away from me when you forced your way in here and touched me in ways I didn't want," I scoffed. 

I was about to say more choice words, when San whipped his head towards me fast and I noticed his eye twitching slightly and the veins popping on his forehead while he looked at me long, too long, and hard. I gulped. He was angry.

I know I shouldn't, I know that I'm digging my own grave here by talking back at him but I can't help it. Whether it was the betrayal, one only I knew, or the adrenaline, I wasn't sure.

"I wouldn't be so sure, Y/N," he hid his annoyance with arrogance. It was the first time he said my name tonight and it dripped with venom. "Come hell or high water, I will make you mine."

The conviction in San's voice at his confession was nothing short of astounding and the way he's looking at me right now, I can't stand the intensity of it - he would rather take death than failure right now.

"And who do you think you are?" I was irked, really irked actually. It was the easiest way to hide my panic. "And if I say no?"

San smirked, darkness shrouding his features like he was waiting for me to screw up and say something stupid so he had an excuse to finally say what he's been wanting to say.

"I'm going to fuck you," San dared, no hint of amuse left in his tone. "The plan was to make you submit, but if it's impossible, then I'll just take you. The choice is yours."

I was taken aback. "You wouldn't," I whispered.

San cocked his head to the side. "Would you like to test that theory?"

I can tell he was serious, too. I haven't known him well, but tonight was not the night to test his integrity and if he was a man of his word.

"Can we just do this next time?" I begged. "I-I can come up with a better proposition for us--"

"No," he quickly cut off. "I already called out of your work earlier, anyway. We have all night and morning."

My face contorts in confusion. "What?" I apprehensively asked.

San started to stalk towards me until he was at the end of the bed. I gulped, the way his muscles rippled against his clothes emphasized just how big he was and how powerless I was. 

He poked his tongue against the inside of his cheeks as he looked down on me, literally and figuratively. He exuded a power that you can't touch, and honestly, it made me realize how truly dominant he was.

"I know everything about you, doll," he said as he took his wristwatch off and placed it on my bedside table. "I wanted you the moment I saw you for the first time."

I was tense and I watched him take his necklace out next while maintaining eye contact with me. "I kept asking around about you because for some reason, we never were in the same place together. You know what they said?"

I swallowed restlessly when he started to unbuckle his belt next. "You were the sweetest, kindest, and now that I'm up close and personal, the most innocent thing too."

His eyes darkened by the second and it reminded me of that sharp and scathing look I thought I saw on him earlier before I got in his car. It clicked; which one was the real San?  

"I know everything about you, my doll, except for one thing," he smirked before he took his turtleneck sweater off. "I don't know how you sound when I'm inside you, yet."

"You can't do this," I whimpered pathetically, trying not to look at how unfortunately beautiful his naked torso was.

His smirks widened. "You asked me in the car earlier if I had a family." Finally, his pants were off too. "I could give you one right now."

I didn't even have the time to look at his body - both in embarrassment and denial - and I let out a loud cry of protest when San grabbed my legs again and pulled me towards him. I kicked to try and stop him from having a good grip, but he was too strong.

"Hey, stop! Get off of me!" I screamed when he got on top of me and pinned me down on my back again. He secured me by pinning my legs as well with his knees. "Stop!"

His hand covers my mouth and my screams drowned into a muffled cry instead. "Shut the fuck up," he hissed. My eyes widened in terror at his threatening tone.

His eyes were so dark, fierce, intense, and domineering and it was then that it sunk in that he really was going to have his way with me. I groaned when he bucked his hip onto my stomach. I panicked, I could tell that it was going to tear me into two.

"Get off me, you bastard!" I growled when San took his hand off my mouth.

He laughed that attractive laugh of his again, the dimples that made me like him popping out once more. "You don't listen well, huh? I told you to shut up."

"And I told you to leave me alone!" I snapped back. His eyes twinkle in amusement. "So both of us are bad at listening then!"

In an adrenaline rush, I spit on him, and my saliva landed directly on the corner of his mouth. He was surprised for a second before he covered it up with annoyance. "You're getting on my nerves," he chuckled without humour.

Without breaking eye contact with me, he stuck his tongue out and slowly, sensually, licked my spit for him to swallow. I feel a gush of wetness between my legs and my cheeks burn in embarrassment while I whine in denial.

He raised a brow, pleased. "Don't fight on this. Your body knows what it wants."

"Go to hell," I growled in refutation.

His eyes narrowed into slits. "What's that?" San spat out in anger.

His hand hastily grabs the front of my nightgown with such force that the straps both broke. I gasped and then groaned in pain when his hand grabbed my exposed breasts painfully.

"Please," I croaked, my voice strained. "Don't hurt me."

A startled cry escaped from my lips when he bit down on my hardened nipple and tears formed from my eyes. He looked up at me and his eyes softened when he saw the pitiful state I was in.

"Be still," mumbled apologetically. "I won't hurt you."

I exhaled in relief but that relief quickly washed off of me at San's next words.

"If you listen to what I tell you, I won't hurt you."

"Please, I can't do--ah!" I yelped when he bit my nipple again.

"I wasn't asking," he hissed. His tone left me no chance to argue with him.

I can feel the fear in my chest waiting to take over at San's threats. But I was a virgin! It's not that I was a prude or I thought I was better than anyone else, no man has held my interest enough and most of them were after my body more than me as a person.

I bit my bottom lip hard when San's mouth started gently kissing my chest and then his mouth closed around my nipple while he played with other. 

"Wait," I whimpered when he started to gently suck, his tongue flicking out to lick them and then twirled it around his tongue. It was something new for me and I couldn't help but shake.

"Relax, doll," he murmured in between his sucks.

Tingles filled my whole body, and I felt something tickling down there. Pleasure radiated all over and body in ways I couldn't understand and I started to moan uncontrollably.

I looked down and saw San already looking up at me while he continued licking the sensitive bud. It was such an erotic sight and before I knew it, a wave of pleasure sent my body into shock and I began spasming against San's chest.

San held me in his arms and let go of my nipple with a small 'pop'.  I buried my face onto his chest in shame - I had just orgasmed with my nipples, alone.

San gently laid me back and we stared at each other wide-eyed, both of us clearly shocked at what just happened. Surprisingly, San doesn't comment on it. He leans in and gives me a kiss on my forehead.

"Good girl," he murmured. He put my arms around his neck and he buried his head on my neck and rocked my back and forth. "That's my good girl, just relax, okay? I got you..."

The way he was looking at me with such tender eyes and there was an expression in it that I couldn't exactly pinpoint. His soothing voice filled my ears and I let myself get lost in San for a moment.

"My pretty girl, oh, my Y/N..."

"Everything about you is so beautiful to me."

"I adore you so much, you know?"

"You are so perfect, and you are mine."

That hit me like a ton of bricks. I broke away from a confused San and my tears started to fall from my face. This was so wrong, what was I doing? But he felt so good with me...

"Baby doll, please don't cry," he pleaded.

"I can't do this," I started to try and get up. "Please get away from me..."

He releases a sigh and holds me in place. "Listen to me," his voice held an edge to it. I turned my head rebelliously and gasped when he held my jaw tightly and forced me to look at him. "Listen," he growled, eyes glazed in unparalleled anger.

I was having a small panic attack. "I just need a moment---"

San slapped my already aching jaw with a force enough for me to get out of it, but not enough for me to bawl in pain. "Listen to me," he snapped. "Silence. Not a sound from you."

I nodded my head quickly, afraid. "If you resist, I will punish you," he threatened. "And you know how I'm going to do it?"

I held in a whimper, truly afraid since San had this crazed manic expression on his face that I've never, ever seen him have. "Well," he smirked. "Let's hope you don't find out."

He gets up and quickly drags me using my arms to straddle him. "Wrap your hands around me," he demanded.

I did as asked and he grabbed my hips to immobilize me. San looked up at me with such intensity and I can't help but look away. I felt exposed and humiliated and I couldn't help but let out a small moan when I felt his hardness twitch underneath me.

"What was that?" he mocked. "What did I tell you about making a sound, you whore?"

I breathed hard and heavy, my exposed breasts moving about, but I didn't answer him back, scared that my response would trigger him.

"Answer me," he demanded.

"P-Punish," I stuttered pathetically.

"Correct," San grinned and it resembled a rabid animal who was ready to pounce on its unsuspecting victim. "Little sluts like you need to be dominated."

I was wide-eyed when he grabbed my hair and manually moved my head up and down. "That's right," he laughed sadistically. "Good girl."

San leaned in and put his lips against mine in a rough kiss. When I refused, he pulled the back of my hair again until I gasped in pain. His tongue plunged inside my mouth and I tried to turn but he painfully pulled my hair again as he moved away slightly.

"Stop it," he whispered against my lips. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He pushed my head and he kissed me again, this time, more gentle and more considerate. I tried to see what he was going to do if I moved, and true to my suspicions, I felt his hand tightening against my hair again.

Having no choice, I gave in to what he wanted. San groaned in my mouth and pressed his harder, playing with my tongue sensually as he massaged my tits. My skin began to feel warm and my heart began to beat faster and faster and I was pretty sure he felt it. Or was that his own heart beating with mine?

When San touched my cheek with frenzied motions, I hissed and I couldn't help but moan in protest. He pulled back and tenderly touched my face where a bruise was forming.

"What happened?" he asked softly. "Was it..?"

I quickly shook my head. "No, I-I mean, well, I barely felt the slap and you didn't even do it hard."

It was true. I don't mean to defend his actions, he's an asshole for that but even in a haze, I felt him repressing and it was only meant to break my panic attack.

"I'm sorry, doll, please tell me what happened," San murmured apologetically, his words somewhat loving.

I hesitated but the look in his eyes was so soft that I just had to. It was the gentle San that everyone knew him for when everyone would ask for his advice and wisdom. I bit my lip, remembering that there was a time where I almost went to him.

"Earlier in the car," I began muttering. "I didn't meet up with friends, I-I, uhm..."

"Go on," San assured me, tenderly rubbing my arms.

"I didn't meet up with my friends like I said I did," I revealed. "My ex called to try and get back with me. He got handsy when I-I said no."

His hands tighten on my arms and his eyes transform into a murderous glare. He pulls me into a hug and pulls away. "I'm going to fucking kill him," he cursed under his breath intensely.

"And you," he continued, putting my face in his hands. "You will never, ever interact with him ever again. You're going to tell me if he bothers you again, okay?"

I nodded apprehensively, unsure of what to say. "Good," San kissed my forehead. I bit back a cry of surprise when he laid me down on the bed and started to crawl his way down.

"W-Wait, what are you doing?" I panicked when he lifted the other half of my nightgown and lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders.

"I'm going to make you forget about that scum," he declared like he was telling me the weather. "Until you only know me."

I was still confused as he hadn't taken his boxers off, that is, until I finally got a good look at him. He was handsome, the type that can bring you to your knees. His dark hair was disheveled and when my eyes traveled down to his chest, I wasn't surprised to see that he was fit and the muscles on his abdominal area were very prominent.

The arms he used to leave my legs up were massive and I can tell he spent a lot on the gym working them out. However, it was nothing compared to the tent he had on his boxers. I'm not one to usually comment on it, but I can tell he was big. It's super cliche and honestly, it made me cringe to even think about, but I've only heard of that size in the novels I read. 

"You look so beautiful," he suddenly said. His stare was so intense and serious that I couldn't help but blush. "I mean it, Y/N. You're beautiful. I'm going to make you believe it."

Before I could say anything, I felt his fingers touch my slit. I bit my lip to stop the moan that threatened to pass my lips, but when San pressed on my clit, I had to let out a muffled mewl.

"Don't hold back on me now," he smirked, rubbing my nub gently at first. "I told you, you will forget everything but me."

My eyes widened when he licked his fingers and went back down there. The roughness of fingers added a new sensation I never thought I'd feel and it was bringing me such shame that I was even feeling this way.

"San, please," I mewled again when he added more pressure in his ministrations.

Suddenly, his fingers were gone and it was quickly replaced by his mouth. "San!" I screamed in surprise.

I felt him laugh and the vibration of it caused me to arch my back and accidentally rub myself in his mouth. San took advantage of this and dove his tongue between my folds, lapping at anything he could get his tongue on. 

"Just like that, doll, " he spoke in between his licking and sucking. 

I moaned loudly, my hands grabbing on the blankets in pleasure. He kissed my clit and gently suctioned on it, releasing it and doing it again and that tingling sensation from down there came back, but this one felt different; stronger.

"San, stop, it feels weird," I moaned and sighed, closing my eyes  involuntarily and shaking a bit against San's mouth.

"Quiet," he murmured, ignoring my plea and continuing on.

I choked on my breath when I felt his finger slip inside my pussy while he still licked. It hurt a bit, but nothing crazy. He pushed deeper and farther, until he stopped unexpectedly and quickly got up to look at my face with the most shocked expression I've ever seen him have.

"You're a virgin," he reeled in disbelief. "You're a virgin?"

I looked at him wide-eyed, embarrassed. My breath was quicker and it made me breathless. "I am," I admitted.

"B-But how? You're so beautiful," he stammered, clearly still in shock.

"I-I've been waiting for the right person."

He closed my legs, leaned his forehead on my knees, and a deep groan that was similar to a suffering soldier sounded at the back of his throat. He laid there for a moment until he got up from the bed and paced around my room.

I was left laying down on the bed as I watched him go through something akin to a midlife crisis. My virginity was the reason why my ex left me and why nobody stayed with me. I wanted someone true, someone I was sure I wanted to be with and vice versa.

San briskly walked around, stopping to face palm himself, then stayed in his spot to raise his head in frustration. He collected himself before he marched towards me with a stormy expression.

He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss on my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled away and walked off to where his clothes were and started putting them on.

His gaze was steely when he looked at me. "I'm leaving," he said, voice tight.

I sat up slowly as I watched him put his sweater last and then his jewelry, a little surprised at the turn of events. "You are?" I couldn't help but ask, slightly confused. 

San nodded. "I am."

I wasn't complaining at all. This was a blessing in disguise. "I don't get it," I said as I covered my exposed chest with a blanket. "Why now?"

San exhaled a sharp breath, barely controlling himself. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment and he opened them again, he looked so tortured.

"Y/N, I cannot touch you," he whispered. "I want you so fucking bad. I don't just want you. I need you."

I couldn't breath, my chest was so tight. He exhaled a sharp breath again. "I won't be able to stop myself right now if I don't leave. I want to fuck you so bad, stick my dick in you and fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name."

"But not like this," he shook his head. "I don't want your first to be like this. I don't want to hurt you."

I was so stunned at his admission. "So we're...done here?" I asked softly, unsure of what was even happening.

"Yes. We are."

"What now, then? What's going to happen after this?"

San paused. "I don't know. I'll live my life, and you'll go back to ignoring me."

"Alright," I whispered. I was trembling as I tried to mend the straps of my nightgown enough for me to wear it temporarily so I wasn't too exposed in front of San. Not that it mattered, he's seen everything.

I stood up from my bed and San headed through the door to leave when he suddenly paused. He turned around and faced me hesitantly. "Have a good night," he said.

I nodded and turned to look at the damaged window where he came through earlier to break in my room. "How am I supposed to fix this?" I lamented.

He turned and marched towards the window and inspected it closely. I stared at the way he furrowed and unfurrowed his brows in concentration.

He stared me down and back at the window and he definitely got snappy. "I'll pay somebody to fix it tomorrow," he announced tensely.

"Why are you mad?" I asked.

He raised a brow. "I'm not," he denied.

I frowned but I let it go. "There's going to be a storm tomorrow," I sighed. "Nobody in their right mind will come down tomorrow."

"Can you call your parents right now?" San asked gruffly.

I shook my head. "They live abroad."

His brows raise in surprise and curiosity but he doesn't dwell on it. "Friends?"

"I didn't lie when I said they lived in the next city."

He ran his fingers on his hair with annoyance, his tongue poking his cheek with a scowl. "Doll, you can't stay here."

I smiled without humour in irony. I wanted to tell him that technically, this problem I'm having right now is his fault but I don't. I'm too tired to argue.

I heard him sigh. "Get dressed," he said. "I have tools in my apartment that we can both grab so I can do it today, myself."

"Okay," I murmured.

San nodded. "I'll wait outside."

When I was done, I saw San leaning towards my doorway and I had to suppress staring at him. He looked good, but he looked aggravated when he saw me, and he reached down for my hand and he began walking us through the complex.

I breathlessly tried to keep up with him. This is going to be the first time I'm seeing where San's apartment is. His hand felt warm in mine and without pausing, he walked both of us to the furthest part of the complex.

"No wonder we barely saw each other," I couldn't help but state. "You live on the other side."

He didn't reply. He took one glance at me and continued walking. I followed him obediently without question.

I had an idea where he was leading me. The complex was split into three parts - the regular kind, the modernized kind, and the luxurious kind. I lived on the second one, and true to my suspicions, San lived on the third kind.

"You live here?" I asked in awe.

I was so fascinated with this area and the fact that San was known to everybody. People here barely interact with anybody, that would mean that San would go out of his way to go join and seek out the people in the regular part.

I was so taken aback by my own thoughts that I didn't realize that we were by his door.

"Yes, almost two years now," he replied flatly. "After you."

Unsurprisingly, the interior looked grand and deluxe, albeit a little empty. It made sense, San seemed like a minimalist person and it showed both in how he dressed and designed his home.

He tilted his head towards a door at the end of the hallway. "Tools should be over there," he said, not looking me in the eye. "Let's go."

It was obvious that this was his bedroom when we both went in. The room was large, there was a king sized bed in the middle of it and a couple of pictures hung all over the area. I went and inspected them closely and saw that he was with a couple of people.

"Family?" I asked.

He hummed in response while he took his suit off and hung them somewhere. "Sort of. They're lifelong friends."

He stepped towards the bedroom door, closed it slowly, and turned the lock before he faced me. I was confused, when he looked at me, his eyes were the darkest I have ever seen.

"Get on the bed," he commanded. "I'm going to fuck you."

I didn't fully understand what he said. I thought I heard him wrong, but he was dead serious. "W-What?"

His eyes never left me as he stalked towards me like a predator. "I said," his tone was grim. "Get on the bed."

My eyes widened and the wind was knocked out of my chest. "B-But you said you weren't going to touch me," I whimpered.

"I know what I said," he snapped, his jaw clenching hard. "I'm taking it back."

San stepped forward and stopped a couple of feet away from me. I stared at him wary and not knowing what to do. I'm sure my eyes held terror. "Don't do this," I pleaded.

I yelped when San pushed me on the bed. He stood by it and watched me scramble to get up. I was truly frightened at the person in front of me. He leaned over and placed his hands on the bed while he stared at me.

"You don't get it do you?" San grimaced. "There are no tools. At least, not in my bedroom."

My eyes widened in realization. His eyes narrowed in veiled anger as he continued. "Why would you come here with me? I broke into your apartment and almost took you against your will! Do I look like the safest person to be with right now?"

My chest fell and ragged breaths escaped me, but he wasn't done yet. "Don't you think with your brain?" San hissed. "You are at my mercy right now. If I want to take you, no one would know."

"Are you going to...?" I whispered.

His scowl deepened. "Yes."

It all happened too fast and I had no time to dispute him. My shirt and pants were off in less than a minute and he slammed me against the bed.

"San, wait---"

I gasped when he slid a finger inside me quickly and I was unable to stop the small whimper of pleasure I felt. That felt a little too good. I didn't even notice that his clothes were gone too, and I couldn't help but look down.

My suspicions were unfortunately right - he was not small. And he was hard. I may be a virgin, but of course I knew what dicks looked like. It was very imposing, it made my heart beat with hesitation and a little fear. 

I tensed when he got on top of me and I felt him kiss my forehead softly. "I'm sorry," I heard him whisper.

I subconsciously pressed my fingers on his shoulder, trying hard not to look up at him or even inhale. The scent of him, alone, was driving me mad. I felt him hot and hard, pressing against my hole, and he thrust in bit by bit.

"Oh God, San, I can't," I cried out. The pain was so intense that it brought hot tears to my eyes. I heard him groan when I clawed his back.

"I'm sorry, I'll be careful," San cooed as he gave me tiny, little kisses here and there.

A strangled cry was torn from me when I felt him move again. His pleasure filled moans hit my ears, the vibrations from his chest sending tingles to my spine. "San..."

"Just a bit more, baby," he whispered. "You can take it, I know you can..."

He made small, gentle thrusts and I couldn't help but applaud the patience he had for this. I can feel how he was dying to just thrust in one go. I groaned again, fully wrapping my arms around his neck, in pain. I knew it was painful for the first time, but this pain was a bit too much.

"Fuck," he hissed, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. "I'm sorry, are you alright?"

I nodded and he took it as his signal to push in a little more. When he  completely bottomed out, I couldn't help but moan loudly. The pain  felt like the good kind.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Your cunt was made for me."

He pressed a hot kiss on my shoulder. The dirty talk was making me dizzy and I felt warm tingles spread all over my skin. San stayed inside me, unmoving, for a while and we decided I've warmed up enough, he began thrusting.

"San, it hurts," I yelped in slight pain. If I was being honest, it felt unbelievably good.

"Just take it for now, baby, it's going to feel better soon, I promise," he pecked my lips before he buried head on my shoulders.

And he was right. I swallowed a moan when San began to pick up the pace a bit. I didn't realize that I was moving my hips to his pace until I heard San whisper the dirtiest things in my ear.

"Y/N, fuck, Y/N, Y/N," San moaned my name like a prayer with each vicious thrust of his hips. "Doll, please tell me I can go faster than this, please."

I moaned in response, not being able to formulate a single word. San goes from fully gentle to straight up rearranging my insides. "San, San, t-too fast!"

Each thrust of his cock sent shockwaves through my body and it didn't take too long for my laboured breathing to turn into wanton moans with the way he went in and out with his quick rhythm. I felt him twitching, pulsating, inside of me and I squeezed.

"Don't do that, baby," San groaned. "God, you feel so fucking good…”

He pushed onto me and took my mouth in a stormy, demanding kiss. I felt his hand reaching from my hip to my front and his fingers pressed up to my clit.

"You like this, doll?" San asked tentatively.

I nodded my head and kissed his neck. "I do, don't stop."

His fingers stroke me, his thrusts not slowing down. Tears from the slight pain and pleasure combined fell from my eyes and his speed built back up, slamming into me so hard, I screamed loudly over and over again.

"Just like, Y/N, come, yes, come for me," San bit my shoulder and it was over.

It was my first orgasm from fucking and my body spasmed against him so hard, San had to hold me down. 

"Fuck, oh fuck, you feel so fucking good," San's muffled moans felt intense against my skin. "You're mine, okay?"

"S-San, oh, San---"

I screamed when he grabbed my hair and bit my ear. "Say it," he growled. "Say you're fucking mine."

"San---"

"Say it, goddamn it, fucking say it!"

His thrusts got more brutal, ferocious, more ruthless. "Okay, okay!" I moaned. "I'm all yours!"

"Fuck," he got out and thrusted back in roughly. I saw stars then and there. "You're mine, you're mine, fuck.”

His thrust went even faster than before, the bed was squeaking very loud, and the slapping of skin against skin more obscene than before. It was agonizing as I was still sensitive and I felt another wave of pleasure come, but this time, there was no pain.

"S-San, f-fuck, I-I can't---"

"I want my cum in you," he abruptly cut off, slamming into me so hard I was afraid I would bruise just from his thrusts alone. "God, I want my fucking cum in you."

"Please," I cried. "I-I can't do this anymore---"

He shushed me gently, slowing his thrusts down, but it was worse because he was doing long, deep thrusts instead. "One more, baby," he murmured. "Give me one more and I'll stop."

He kissed me hard. "I'm going to fucking pump you full of cum, doll, I'm going to breed the fuck out of you, fuck, this body deserves to be filled up..."

His words did something to me and I just came without warning. I screamed, my body shaking, shuddering beneath him. I felt warm liquid gush inside me and San's deep groans hit my ears and it felt more intense than the last. 

"Good girl," San gave me a hot kiss on my neck and I shuddered.

I moaned when he pulled out, though it stung a bit. I felt his fingers dip back in there and when he put it up, we both groaned at the sight of his cum glistening and stringy against the light.

"Open up," he murmured. I hesitated but did as told anyway. 

He put his cum-stained fingers inside my mouth and I grimaced at the salty, bitter taste. "I don't like it," I complained. 

San laughed out loud and crashed on top of me, exhausted. I almost fell asleep when I felt him get up and leave the room. It hit me of what I have just done, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I groaned in protest when I felt something cold and wet down there and I opened my eyes to see it was San concentrating on cleaning me up like he was getting paid to do it with a damp towel gently and slowly. 

"Thanks," I murmured. "I...should get going."

He stares at me, all traces of roughness, maliciousness, and sociopathy gone on his face. He looked like the San I'd come to admire from afar before all of this happened. 

He titled his head. "Why?"

I frowned. "Isn't this customary? I'm not sure if you want me to stay. People will see, it's already morning."

"Let them see," he shrugged. "Of course I want you to stay. Plus, it's not like it's much of a secret, anyway."

That piqued my curiosity and all traces of sleep went away. "What do you mean?"

He finished cleaning me up, discarded the towel in the nearest bin, and tucked my legs back in the softest, most comfortable blanket I've ever laid down on. It probably cost more than my whole bed set.

I blushed when he smiled at me. It wasn't a fake or imposing one - it was genuine. "I'll be right back, okay? Then we'll talk."

True to his words, he went back, but this time, he had a glass full of water and two shirts. He guided me up to sit down and brought the glass to my mouth, the only thing I had to do was make an effort to swallow. I had to suppress a satisfied moan when the water hit the back of my throat. All the screaming before and after sex...

"Arms up," he coaxed. I was confused but did so anyway. He put what I assume was his shirt on me, and then put the other shirt on his own body.

I let him do what he wanted, the resistance felt so tiring to me. This was the man that violated me in every way possible, yet why do I feel this pull towards him?

I already knew the answer - there was always something there. Now that he had taken my virginity, the pull has increased tenfold, and the way he was so sweet to me was a mystery on its own.

"So, how many?" I asked when he laid down next to me and put my head against his chest.

"How many what?" San asked.

"You know," I gestured between the two of us. "How many girls have you done this to?"

I was referring to the break in. He frowned and shook his head. "I am deeply offended, but I understand so I can't be mad. The answer is zero."

"You expect me to believe that?" I deadpanned. "You were an expert in being a criminal."

"It's not that," he sighed. "I can't count the times I stayed awake in this very bed and pretended you were mine. That was enough practice on its own."

He kissed the top of my head. "And I told you," he continued. "It's not a secret."

"What do you mean, San?"

"I wasn't subtle about it, everyone literally knew I liked you," he chuckled. "No offense doll, but you're dense as fuck."

"Funny," I muttered, unimpressed.

San laughed. "No, seriously. I did everything to try and get your attention, I sent flowers to your doorstep every Friday, for God's sake."

My eyes widen and I look up at him. "That...was you?"

"Who did you think it was?"

I paused, hesitant, remembering his words earlier. "M-My ex..."

It was the reason why I even met up with him in the first place. I thought he was trying to win me back using his cheap ways. San stared at me, and I could see the anger slowly rising in his eyes, but alas, in the end he ignored it, thankfully.

"Hmm," he hummed. "If he tries something, tell me. I'm not just saying this just because of what happened between us, but as a human being concerned for another's well-being. What he did was wrong."

I nodded. That seemed fair for now. I tried to suppress the blush that was threatening to flare my cheeks up. His words make it difficult for me to hate him, for now.

"Having said that," he cleared his throat. "I tried to chauffeur you too, at the bus station."

"And I meant it when I said I didn't want to impose," I mumbled.

"The point is, anyone with two eyes can see it, doll. I always seeked you out of everyone," he sighed.

He cupped my face in his hands and looked straight into my eye. "I know you have feelings for me, and it's driving me crazy that you haven't realized it yet. I'm sorry it had to be this way."

"But what you did was wrong," I frowned, putting my small hands on his to push him away so he wouldn't see how distraught I was because he was telling the truth. "Just because I'm not putting up a fight, doesn't mean I'm happy. Why did you do it?"

San looked so crestfallen and I hesitated for a bit. "I...don't know," he admitted. "I'm so, so sorry, doll. Please don't push me away."

"You don't even know anything about me besides the basics" I sighed.

Held my hand tenderly. "Then let's try now," he smiled tightly, hopefully. "You said your parents were abroad, where?"

I stared at him, giving in eventually. "Yes. In London," I replied tentatively. It was a lie, but he won't know.

"Ah. Migrants?"

"No, I laughed a bit. "I was actually born there."

"So you have that accent?" San teased.

"Maybe, you tell me," I said with the said accent.

I reveled in his surprised face. "So why are you here, then?" San asked, genuinely interested.

"We went here for a vacation but I fell in love being here and yeah, I stayed," I chuckled. "It's probably why I caught your eye, because I moved differently."

San shook his head at me. "No," he said. "You would've caught my eye, regardless, United Kingdom or not."

He hesitated, pausing. "I know you're lying."

It was my turn to be surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Why you're here," he said. I was about to say something when he cut me off. "It's okay, you can tell me when you're ready."

I smiled at him. "Maybe one day."

"I'm just a little concerned about the age gap for now," he confessed. "And I know you are too."

"It's not that," I clarified. "Someone your age would prefer looking for someone your age, not someone ten years younger."

"Does it bother you?" San raised a brow.

"No, not in the slightest," I replied truthfully.

For the first time after we were done, San gave me a genuine smile. It was the type that reached his eyes; the type that reached a part of my heart I've been denying.

The next day, I woke up alone in San's bed on what seemed to be in the middle of the afternoon.

I couldn't suppress a hiss when I sat up. Besides my pussy, my entire body felt sore. I'm not surprised, we literally went straight into it. It made me realize that I was so out of shape and I needed to catch up.

When I felt the side of the bed, it was still relatively warm. San must've gotten up half an hour before me.

Which wasn't a bad thing. Now that I'm alone in my thoughts, I can focus on thinking about what to do from here not just for me and San, but for myself without him. I couldn't deny that the sex was mind blowing, but I had basically forfeited any real chance I had to erase myself from San's life and vice versa.

Giving in was a no-brainer. No matter how hard I tried, I knew all my efforts would have been proven futile in the grand scheme of things. I screwed myself up, however. And now, I want more.

After some more thinking, I decided to get up and talk to San. I put back on my underwear but I didn't bother wearing some pants, and San's shirt was large anyway. I just have to be careful not to bend over.

I was instantly hit with the smell of food when I got close to the kitchen, after much exploring, and my stomach began to rumble uncontrollably.

San was sitting by the kitchen island drinking a cup of coffee. He typed away on his laptop with furrowed brows. I watched the man I spent the night with - he wore a black shirt paired with black jeans yet he still managed to look good.

My heart palpitated when I realized he was wearing a pair of glasses. I've never seen him wear glasses before. He looked sophisticated, more chic, more attractive.

"Working?" I said out loud when he still didn't notice me.

San finally lifted his head up to look at me and his eyes slightly widen. I suddenly felt self-conscious when he started slowly taking in body slowly from head to toe until his eyes reached my face. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.

"Morning, well, afternoon," he snapped out of his trance. "Come sit. I ordered some food for us."

"This is a lot," I murmured when I sat down and tried to pick what I was going to eat. "Why did you order this much?"

"I didn't know what you wanted," he shrugged. "And I didn't want to wake you up to ask, better safe than sorry. Coffee?"

I nodded awkwardly. It was harder to be normal around him than I thought. San seemingly wasn't affected at all - he was still the confident, undaunting, self-assured, and bold man I knew who I was always careful with even before all of this. 

He sat back down on his chair. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes."

"That's good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I cringed at how awkward I was acting. Not that I wasn't before, but I was more so now that we've far more things that normal acquaintances do. San smirked widely at my predicament, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me.

"I'm leaving in an hour," he said. "Something came up at work, but I'll be back before sunset."

He looked at me to gauge my reaction. "I would like it if you were still here when I come back, I'll take you out to dinner. If not, I understand." 

I had to stop the urge to smirk, myself. Wasn't dinner supposed to come first before the sex? This is going nowhere, I thought. It's either I talk to him now or I won't do it all. It was now or never.

"Uh, San," I cleared my throat. He looked at me expectantly and I almost backed out. "Can I talk to you?"

All the humour and mirth disappeared from his face and he became so rigid and tense right before my very eyes as if knew what I was going to say. In hindsight, we both knew he did.

"Okay," he mumbled.

I took a deep breath and laid it all out on him. "You don't need me to tell you again that taking me against my will whether or not we had sex was wrong."

San listened attentively. "You hurt my feelings," I croaked, my appetite suddenly going down. "You violated me, you couldn't approach me like a normal person? You could have knocked on my door."

Tears started to fall from my eyes but San looked twice as hurt as I did, if that was even possible. "Doll, please," he pleaded, reaching out to hold my hand but I didn't let him. He looked even more hurt. "I'm sorry, please don't say you're going to leave--"

"San, 'sorry' isn't going to cut it," I interjected rather harshly. "They way you went about this was so, so wrong. What were you even thinking?"

He didn't say anything for a while. "I don't know."

I saw red. "You don't know?" I scoffed. "What do you know?! Which one is the real San?"

"I know that my feelings for you are very, very strong," he answered without any hint of deception in his eyes. "You know who I am, Y/N."

"I wouldn't say that, you genuinely scared me last night."

He sighed before burying his face in his hands and groaning softly in frustration. "I know," he whispered. "I'm sorry, my doll, I'm so, so sorry. I truly am. I don't want to lose you, not like this."

When he looked up at me again, I held back a gasp of surprise when I saw his eyes glistening with tears. "I was wrong, I know I'm a piece of shit," he sniffled. "I'm sorry for scaring you, you were right, I was sick in the head. I don't know why I did what I did, and I have absolutely no excuses for it."

I felt limp and San took that opportunity to hold my hand in his and repeatedly kissed it and my heart ached. I felt lighter though, I know the apology was shit compared to what I went through, but the acknowledgement was much appreciated on my side.

"I'll make it up to you, okay?" San guaranteed. "You said you were waiting for the right person?"

He gave my hand another hot kiss. "I'm going to prove I'm the right person for you, Y/N, I promise you," he assured with desperation. "Even if it takes a lifetime, please baby, just one chance..."

Call me a bitch, but I intended to make him stew a little bit. 

"One chance, San, just one," I whispered. "If you screw up, I'm going back to London."

I won't go back to London though, that was the last place I'd go, but it was just a just-in-case type of a thing if he does screw up.

San buried his face in my hand in an attempt to cover the silent cry he was pouring out of his system. "Thank you," he whispered. "Can I hug you?"

I shook my head firmly. "No," I denied. "You don't deserve anything."

San pouted, and damn it, it was cute. "Okay."

He wasn't the only one screwed anyway - I may honestly be more screwed than him. I've liked him for so long but I was always afraid that he wouldn't look at me. When he found out I was a virgin and he stopped, I fell for him a bit more. If only he didn't fuck me afterwards.

The fault wasn't his own though. I didn't push him away. For now, it was better this way so I can gauge his sincerity, especially about why I wasn't in London in the first place.

A couple of months passed since that fateful night, and true to his words, San did everything and anything possible to get into my good side.

We were the talk of the whole complex. San wasn't exactly the most private person when he was trying to show his affection. It was uncomfortable since the whole complex seemed to cheer when they found out San was trying to woo me, but I slowly got used to it.

Sometimes I would even look forward to it. I do feel a little bad sometimes because maybe I was power-tripping a little bit but the tiniest complaint from me and San would get into action.

"How was your meeting?" I asked when he entered my apartment.

He sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh. "Terrible," he groaned. "Bastards are trying to haggle from us with at least 30% of the original price. It's ridiculous."

I never denied him of time either. I knew I liked him so it wasn't difficult at all for me, so we would hang out at each other's places, though more him in mine than vice versa. 

We were in an odd spot, we were technically together but not at the same time because we never got intimate or held hands or kissed. Not ever since that night.

"So what did you do?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Oh. I said yes."

I raised a brow in surprise. "You did? That's a huge percentage, San. "

"Don't worry," he brushed off with a smirk. "You know me, doll, I always have to get something in return. Wait here."

He went outside again and he was gone for approximately half an hour before he came back again, this time, he was carrying a box.

"What's that?" I asked out of curiosity when he set it down at the dining table.

"It's for you, my doll," he smiled. "Open it."

I hesitated, staring at him apprehensively, to which he laughed. "Seriously," San insisted. "You'll like it, I promise, there's no bugs in there or something."

I picked it up and turned it slightly. It was a lot heavier than I thought. I raised my eye to San, and he had this look that was a mixture of pride and fear of rejection. Carefully, I lifted the covers of the box and was surprised at what I saw.

"Yubari King!" I exclaimed in genuine surprise. I looked up at San and he beamed ear to ear at my expression. "San? How?"

"That 30% I was talking about earlier, I exchanged it for these babies," he carefully tapped the expensive melon. "Our client had Japanese connections, you'll get more of these soon."

When San asked if he could get me something, I mentioned these in passing because I know they were extremely difficult to find in Korea and are on the expensive side as well.

"Y-You didn't have to," I said, feeling extra guilty.

"I told you," he smiled, grabbing my hand to kiss me. "I meant it when I said I'll do anything for you."

"Thank you, San, I really appreciate it," I murmured, giving him a small hug. "You're going overboard, I'm telling you."

"I'm really not," he teased. "How about you slice that for us? I kinda wanna try it."

And that I did. The moment I bit into it, I couldn't help but moan out in satisfaction. It was so crunchy, the middle of it the sweetest I have ever tried, and it really put it into perspective why these were very expensive.

"Holy fuck," San exclaimed. "I can't believe this actually tastes good."

"What were you expecting anyway?" I teased.

"I was hoping they'd taste like shit so I couldn't justify the price," he rolled his eyes playfully.

"So thanks to you, we're eating good shit," I chuckled.

"Yeah?" San smiled. "Would it be possible to get a kiss, at least?"

I froze, my arms and legs becoming a bit rigid. San notices and visibly panics. "No, I'm sorry--"

"We agreed that I was going to do this on my own time?" I was frowning, trying very hard to keep my voice leveled, but I was shaking a bit. I put the last slice of the melon and chewed on it rather roughly.

"You're right, baby---"

"Don't call me that," I hissed.

San deflated, looking visibly upset. I felt so bad, but I can't help the way I felt. "Sorry," he whispered.

This wouldn't be the first time I had snapped at him. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I wasn't ready for any sort of intimacy with him even though I did want to give him a chance. Maybe it was the small trauma he inflicted.

Deep down, I knew it was because I was scared that once I let him in, he would stop because maybe he only wanted me for the thrill I gave him and my body.

"I'm going to take a nap," I sighed as I got up from the couch and tried to head to my room.

"Ba--Y/N, please, please, I didn't mean to make you mad," San pleaded. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"San, I don't know, go pick some four-leaf clovers, or something," I spat, finally closing the door behind me.

When I laid down on my bed, I felt a bit lonely and cold. Today, San was supposed to sleep here. Yeah, for people not dating, we would sleep in the same bed. It was my sick way of dealing with my bad memories of him; so I can replace them with good ones.

At the far corner of my room, my eyes landed on the bouquet of the most beautiful jasmines I have been taking care of for weeks now. My eyes teared up, San gave them to me and I was floored. They were very rare where we lived.

I hit an all time low depressive state today. It had been two weeks since San and I started trying for each other and a week since I last saw even his shadow.

Oh, I was pissed alright. 

I sighed, I suppose I was right in not giving him a full chance because where was he? He literally disappeared, it was infuriating. It was one thing if he talked to me before and after, but no, absolutely nothing.

But behind all that anger, was sadness. I thought we were going to have something real despite the horrible start we had.

I sighed deeply and was about to go to my room and try to sleep everything out, but my doorbell suddenly rang. I was confused, I wasn't expecting anyone.

My eyes widened. Unless it was my parents. I got nervous, I wasn't ready to face them yet after running away.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, only to be face to face with someone I thought I'd never see again.

"San?"

He thrusted a bouquet of flowers in my hand. "Hi," he whispered.

"What the hell, Choi San?" I gritted my teeth. "You disappeared for a week without telling me where you were! I thought you left for good!"

"I'm sorry, doll, I really am," he frowned. "I didn't have service in Virginia."

"Virginia?" I raised my brow in genuine surprise. "What on God's green Earth were do you doing there?" 

He smiled widely, looking proud of himself. "I bought you your favourite flowers."

"What are you talking about? Those are---oh my God," I gasped audibly when I took a good look at the bouquet.

They were blue jasmines, a very uncommon species of flowers mostly found in the United States. My eyes started to tear up. "San," my lips quivered.

"I'm sorry I took so long, but you deserve the best," he assured, his smile growing bigger. "I told you I'd do anything for you."

I woke up all of a sudden, the pitter-patter of the rain hitting my windowsill loudly interrupting my nap. Suddenly, my mind went to San immediately.

I went out of my room to check if he was still here. I felt horrible for snapping at him and I intended to apologize. I was confused when I didn't see him because his jacket and phone were both still here.

"San?" I called out of nowhere while I tried to look at every nook and cranny in my room, but he was nowhere to be found.

I decided to go in my small backyard, knowing San wouldn't be there anyway, but my feet took me to my destination in my half asleep state.

I was about to leave after looking around, but my head quickly whipped back around to do a double-take. My jaw dropped instantly, I was wrong, San was here.

"Oh God," I whispered, horrified.

There he was, the big and strong man kneeling down the soaked grass searching for something in a way so concentrated, you would think he was looking for gold underneath the soil.

He was looking for a four-leaf clover. What have I done?  

Without thinking, I quickly ran towards him in the pouring rain, not caring if I wasn't wearing any slippers or carrying an umbrella, I just wanted to get him out of there.

"San, you idiot!" I screamed in frustration, quickly kneeling beside him to try and get him up. "Stop it!"

He was startled at first. "Doll, you're going to get sick," he frowned. "Go inside, I'm sorry I can't find any---"

"Forget it, I didn't mean it like that, please," I begged in exasperation. "I don't want you to get sick!"

We both stood in the middle of the grassy yard, not caring if the rain hit us. "You care about me?" San asked quietly.

"Of course I care about you!" I exclaimed, stomping my feet on the ground as if it would help me explain my thoughts. "I care about you a lot, you dummy."

He revealed a dimpled smile - a smile that was only reserved for me. "I'm glad," he spoke, grabbing me by the arm, then the head, and then leaned in to give me a kiss.

I kissed him back with equal desperation. It was everything I needed right now and the sparks that traveled through our bodies were intensifying the unspoken feelings between the two of us. Yeah, intense would be the word I'd use.

Before we both knew it, our clothes were gone and we were a mess trying to have each other on my bed, not caring if we were both wet from the rain. It might sound ridiculous, but there was no other way to describe what we were doing but making love.

"This is something you want, right?" San asked. "You'll have me, and you're going to want me to have you."

"More than anything in the world," I replied. 

"Y/N, I mean it," he kissed my lips. "I want all of you, not just your body."

"Show me," I whispered.

All our pretense and doubt went out and the world melted away into nothing. Everything was raw and intense, every breath fast and both our hearts were finally becoming into one. This was only our second time being this intimate, and maybe I was delusional, but this one felt better than the first. Maybe because I had feelings for San this time. Everything happened as quickly as it started.

"I won't let you down," San murmured, hugging me and giving me a tender kiss on my forehead once everything was said and done. "My feelings for you are deep."

"As mine are," I tilted my head to meet his lips. "Just don't break through my window again."

San laughed loudly. "I won't," he turned to the window he fixed up quite well. "On one condition."

"The audacity," I playfully rolled my eyes. "What is it?"

"Be my girlfriend?"

I frowned. "I thought that was a given?"

"Oh," he shrugged. "I wanted to ask anyway. Is that a yes?"

I nodded and was about to say something witty to him, when my phone rang loudly in the background. Without thinking nor looking at the screen, I answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Oh, Y/N, it's about time you answered," my dad's irritated voice sounded from the phone.

I yelped in surprise and stared at a curious San. "Ah, D-Dad, can I c-call you back in a minute or two?" 

I hung up before my dad could even say no. I hit my forehead frustratedly with my fist while mentally how dumb I was.

"Doll? Is everything okay?" San asked, worried. "Why'd you hang up? This wouldn't be the first time either."

I peered at him cautiously. "You noticed, huh?"

"Is it related to why you don't want to go back to London?"

"Yes," I sighed. "I'll explain later, let's get dressed first."

I dressed hurriedly because knowing my father, he would call back if I was even a second or two late from the promised time. If San and I were going to be together, he needs to know why I'm here. It's just a shame that he had to find out this way.

"It's okay, doll, I'm here if anything," San assured while the phone rang. "Oh, he picked up."

I panicked a bit and positioned the front camera to my face and out of San's. "Dad!"

“I'm disappointed that my only daughter doesn't want to talk to me," my dad's face held a little sadness, but nothing crazy. "Mingi and mom say hi."

"Who's Mingi?" San hissed. He winced a bit when I kicked him on the leg.

"I'm sure my brother," I glared pointedly at San. "And mum is fine."

My dad rolled his eyes dramatically. I guess that's where I got 

my bratty attitude from. "They'd be better if you came back home," he sighed dejectedly. "Next time you don't answer your phone, I'm cutting off your allowance."

"Dad..."

"I'm serious, Y/N, I'm getting old," he began to say, and I got nervous because I knew what he was about to say next. "If you could just give my friend's son a chance, you might make a connection with him."

San's gaze went from curious to immediately pissed. He gave me a flat look of annoyance. "Don't say a word," I mouthed silently at him.

"Dad, you know I want to be with someone I truly liked," I sighed  exhaustedly. "And I want the relationship to be natural, not because we were matchmarked with one another."

"I didn't tell you to marry him on the spot, sweetie," he said with a frown. "I'm not going to force you, but all I ask is an initial meet up and see where it goes from there."

When I didn't answer, my dad continued his tirade. "And what do you do, you rebellious child? You run away when you know we can't reach you!"

I glanced at San with a tight smile and a mutual understanding passed between us. Now that the truth was out, San looked weary and I got extremely nervous.

"I've met him plenty of times, he's a great guy, Y/N. Very polite, intelligent, and easy on the eyes too."

"I'm sure he is, dad," I chuckled nervously when San glared hard at the phone. He glared at it so hard I'm surprised laser beams haven't shot out from his eyes yet.

"If only you gave him a chance," my dad hummed thoughtfully. "He's a bit older than you are, but I'm sure you'll be in good hands."

"You know I'm not into older men," I mumbled under my breath. San had the gall to look extremely offended.

I muted myself really quickly and lifted my phone up so my dad couldn't see my annoyed face. "I'm just making excuses, don't give that look," I hissed at San. He just rolled his eyes like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"He's not that old," another voice said from the background who wasn't my father. He must be out with his friends somewhere.

San raised a tentative brow and slowly sat up, but I ignored him.  He can stew for all I care. It's cute that he's jealous but this wasn't the right time, my dad might ask me to separate with San and I wasn't ready to get heartbroken yet, especially since we just made up.

"Ah, that's my friend, Cheol," my dad said. "Actually, it's his son that we were hoping to pair you up with---"

"Give me that shit, I can't take this anymore," San hissed and roughly grabbed the phone from my hands. I was about to protest loudly but when he gave me that especially terrifying glare of his, I sat back down.

"Please don't say anything stupid," I pleaded.

He raised a brow and rolled his eyes. He's really pissed, oh my. He cleared his throat and positioned the front camera properly towards his face. My dad must be so confused right now.

"Sir," San started with the most polite, but firm voice I've ever heard him speak. Spoken like a true business. "I'm your daughter's boyfriend and with all due respect, I really like---dad?"

I was so startled at San's voice but apparently so was he. It was like he saw a ghost with how pale and how wide his eyes have become. 

"San? San! Is that you?! Give me that real quick, Hyun Sok..."

I swiftly sat beside San so we were both in the camera. I was so surprised I couldn't even say a word. We heard quick shuffles from the other line and another man that looked just like San, but older, also had this shocked expression.

"That was your dad?" San looked at me.

"That was your dad?" I shot back.

"What are you doing in London, dad?" San managed to say despite the shock.

"Never mind me, son, what are you doing there?" his dad queried. I saw my dad shuffle in the camera and if it wasn't for the situation, I would have laughed at how priceless his shocked expression was.

"I knew that voice sounded familiar," San grumbled.

"Well, since it came to this," San sighed. He held my hand and brought it up to the camera for both our fathers to see. "Dad, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Doll, this is my father, Choi Jongcheol."

"Y/N? Is this true?" my dad inquired. I nodded in confirmation, afraid of his reaction, but instead me and San had the surprise of the lifetime when they started laughing loudly and chaotically.

"I gotta hand it to your son, Cheol, he sure gets the gold, know what I'm saying?"

"I taught him no less than that! Shit Sok, this was even better than we were hoping for!”

"Didn't even need to set them up for a dinner date, my God."

"Definitely went straight to dessert."

"Aye!"

"Okay," I spoke slowly and awkwardly. "Dad, what's going on?"

"Your boyfriend," he chuckled. "That's who I wanted you to meet a couple of years back!"

I was surprised, and so was San, with the new information. Now that I think about it, everything fit. The timeline of when San moved here, especially, and one time he did mention his father trying to set him up with someone but he also denied the offer.

"I thought you didn't want someone older?" my dad raised a brow mischievously.

"Some things change," I shrugged, trying hard to hide my blushing cheeks.

"How did you two meet?" Jongcheol asked curiously.

"You don't wanna know," San chuckled nervously. I blushed harder when he kissed my cheek in front of both our dads and both of them had this shit-eating grin on their faces.

"Well, we don't want to hold you guys," my dad said awkwardly and not making eye contact. I was confused until he said, "Your hair is messy, and San's shirt is on backwards."

I groaned in embarrassment and covered my face as I ducked away from the screen in order to save face. San chuckled softly at my demise.

"Well, be careful you two," San's dad teased and I heard my dad laughing in the background. "Use protection, Choi San, but not too much. We don't mind grandkids soon---"

"Dad! Ugh, so embarrassing!" San screamed and hung up.

He tossed the phone away somewhere on the bed as if it was the plague, itself. We both burst out laughing at the irony of the situation for ten minutes straight.

"Had I known it was you," I chuckled as I laid my head on his shoulder. "I'd have agreed immediately."

"We both didn't know, it's okay," San hummed. "We both ended up together anyway, didn't we?"

"True. The irony of it all, I can't believe this," I smiled. "Still, we could have met sooner."

"Sooner than that," he sighed. "Your brother has been trying to invite me to your house back then too. I just always said no because we were both busy trying to start the company."

I was startled. "You know my brother?"

I hadn't seen my brother, Mingi, for a while now. He was the reason why I was successful in moving here, though I never told him why. And my parents never told him either because I knew they didn't want to stress him out for his---

The realization hit me. Mingi was also ten years older than me, I was a happy accident, you see, and he was also trying to start a company with his friends here!

"Yes," San confirmed. "He's one of my best friends, didn't you see the photo by the doorway?"

I knew the photo he was referring to. It was the one that hung in his room, one of the very few decorations he had, that I was looking at where I thought it was his family at first and he said they were lifelong friends.

"I-I don't remember what it looked like," I admitted. San whipped out his phone and showed me the picture and my jaw hung open when I saw Mingi at the very top corner of the photo. "I've never seen Mingi with pink hair before, how was I supposed to know?!"

Needless to say, I was definitely going to call Mingi later. San laughed out loud at my expression and once again, we were laughing together.

"This fate thing is crazy," I giggled. "Do you regret anything?"

"Never," San shook his head. "I say we celebrate this new found information."

"And how do you propose we do that, Mr. Choi?" I teased.

I screamed when San got on top of me and he hovered over me with a playful smirk on his beautiful face. "I can think of a few ways," he pecked my lips. "What do you say?"

I giggled uncontrollably and nodded. We might not have started on the right track and some people might think I'm dumb for giving the man who forced me to his will a chance, but something tells me we're going to be fine.

By all means, San isn’t perfect and neither am I, but sometimes we need people who aren’t perfect to help us achieve what’s good for us, not what is right.

► 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 - Hi everybody <3 . I know I have a Seonghwa one on standby and I also made a teaser for it, but to be quite honest, I don't think I'm ready to write than one yet. I apologize for people who were expecting it. I'm also watching my health lately since I'm in the best of conditions. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. ◄

why did… I’ve read things far worse but im blushing anyway 🫣👹

seonghwa just makes people blush idk. and you know he loves it

(i’ve written far worse too; not to mention some of the even worse shit in my drafts that im too scared to post. and just the idea of this is flustering me too)

I did NOT expect to be ATTACKED when I sent that TikTok. I WANTED SOME HARMLESS SIMILARITY AND YOU CAME AT ME WITH THOSE sCENARIOS?1?1? (Not that I didn’t already do picture that tho)

LOLLLL cmon u know me.. i can never resist adding some juice especially when it comes to hwa. he just brings out that side in everyone (and he knows it. and loves it. and definitely uses it to his advantage when he fucks you.)

But listen instead of downing that whiskey…he keeps it in his mouth and shares it with a kiss….letting it drip down your skin and then he can lick it up…and the skin stings from where it has been roughened up (by someone…) and his warm tongue soothes it as he licks it

you’re a genius for this… oh god yea he’d love this so much.. spitting it into your mouth but some of it dribbles down your chin and onto your chest,, pooling between your tits and down your stomach. he’d love the fact u can’t even take all of it in your mouth…,, “aw baby, does it burn? poor little thing..” licking it up off your skin,, teasing you a lil with his tongue on your tits even after u know for sure he’s got it all. maybe he’d ‘see some’ (allegedly) on your clit and ofc he’d have to clean it up for you if he did. i don’t think he’d manage to keep the facade of ‘cleaning up your mess’ up for very long before it’d turn to full on eating you out; holding you down by the hips while he laps at your pussy hungrily until you give him something else to quench his thirst…

he’d just do anything to taste you, wouldn’t he? anything to make you squirm.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeW4EDma/ why is this the fic hwa you wrote………

oh my god!!! this is exactly how i pictured him writing that; the poise, the persona, the slow controlled movements.. literally him!!! i rly wanna write more cowboy!hwa (if i can come up with smth) i need and miss him so bad

honestly i… can picture him standing above you like that when he has u spread out on the bed abt to be ruined/punished; downing a glass of whiskey like that before he finally turns his attention to you and pounces… just making the buildup as slow as possible to build the tension… you’d be down there ready and pretty for him going crazy wondering what he’s gonna do to you and he knows it but doesn’t care because this starts when he decides. omg

hi omg I just read your jongho fic and I’m literally weak in the knees. Need him to shut my yapper ass up with his fingers god 🤤

SO TRUE!!!! i was fooled at first by how soft-spoken he is so i kind of thought he wouldn’t be particularly dominant but honestly…,, wolf in sheep’s clothing. he’d absolutely love to shut you up like that.. fingers stuffed in your mouth or pussy while he talks in that sweet soft voice of his… “you gonna be good n shut that pretty mouth for me?? hmmm? cmon baby, just do what i tell you and this’ll be so much easier” like it makes me dizzy just thinking about him like that…

“…or maybe i need to shut you up myself?”

i can’t reply to comments but best comment omg!! dw i have more jongho fics coming soon and he only gets worse!!!

revelations • jongho

jongho hates you, so you hate him too — until you don’t

request by anon: enemies to lovers with jongho

word count: 5k

tags: enemies to lovers, friend group!ateez, ateez are fed up, reader almost fucks san, arguments, confessions, make up sex. dom!jongho, some dirty talk, kind of condescending!jongho, unprotected sex, mentioned dirty talk, the L word

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The familiar sound of your best friend’s ringtone wakes you — a loud, thumping bass track, chosen by him specifically to be unavoidable, pulling you from your slumber without grace or a moment to adjust. You groan, cursing to yourself as you roll over. Your eyes are still half-closed as you grab the phone, pressing the button to accept the call.

“Hello?” You say groggily.

A loud laugh crackling down the line wakes you further, making you jump. “Did you just wake up?” He giggles. “It’s 3PM, dude.”

“Whatever,” you mutter. Seeing he’s right about the time you sigh, forcing yourself to sit up. You’d struggled to sleep last night, as you have every night this week; you don't know why, though your best friend insists that an inability to sleep means someone is dreaming about you. But that’s stupid, you think. No one is dreaming about you. “What did you want, Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung, who’d still been giggling to himself and — if you’re hearing correctly — bickering with his roommate even as he takes the call, pauses briefly before he answers. “Oh yeah,” he says. “We’re all meeting tonight. Be here at 6, alright?”

You nod to yourself. It’ll be good to get out of the house, you think, to see your friends and hang out together. Or it would be good, if it weren’t for…

“Will Jongho be there too?” You ask. Just saying his name stresses you out.

You’re not sure how to describe your relationship with Jongho — tumultuous, would be the best word. While you’d gotten on fine, even well at first, one day it had just started to… shift. He’d gone from friendly and open to cold, blunt and reserved around you, and since then it had only gotten worse. You’re certain he hates you now; whenever you’re together, bickering, cheap insults and even full-on arguments seem to follow — he always has something negative to say, some cheap shot to throw and he always manages to provoke you into throwing one back. Yeah, you’re certain he hates you. But you don’t have a single clue why.

You hear Wooyoung groan when you bring him up and you feel a twinge of guilt; you know the feud between you pulls at the fabric of the entire group, and you know the others are stressed too. “I’m sorry, Woo,” you say. “I wish it wasn’t like this, I just…”

He sighs. “Yeah, I know. He started this, you’re just returning it.”

“Yeah.” You realise when you say it that your tone is almost… mournful and you frown, confused. It’s true that hatred isn’t quite the only thing you feel for Jongho — but as it’s clearly the only thing he feels for you, you find it better to ignore any other emotions that may linger beneath the surface — better to deny they exist at all. Doesn’t make it, or him, any less confusing and you’re pretty sure Wooyoung’s picked up on that; probably a long time ago, if you know your observant, if a little nosy friend as well as you think.

“Don’t worry,” Wooyoung says, sounding sympathetic. “But you need to fix it soon or the whole group’s gonna fall apart. Hongjoong’s been talking about locking you in a room together til it’s sorted.”

You bite back a laugh — a dry, humourless laugh because fat lot of good that would do, Hongjoong. You sometimes think that the presence of the others is the only thing that stops you two from actually lunging at each other. Forcing you to be alone is the last thing either of you, or indeed the entire friend group, needs.

“That won’t be necessary,” you say and he makes a noise of hesitant agreement. “I’ll be civil.”

“Please do,” Wooyoung says, laughing shallowly. “Cus if this goes on for much longer I swear Joong’s gonna start whooping you both.”

You snort, shaking your head. “I’ll behave if he does,” you say. “See you later, Woo.”

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You arrive just before 6 to find Wooyoung and his roommate, San, waiting outside the building for you. They light up as you approach them, greeting you with warm smiles.

“Hey guys,” you laugh. You hand Wooyoung the bag of snacks he’d asked you to bring and he grabs it excitedly, peeking around inside eagerly. Turning to San, he offers you another small smile and you feel yourself flush.

You won’t deny you have a little crush on San, but it’s only natural, you think; he’s always been extremely attractive, and in recent years he’s become extremely muscular — so it’s only natural for you to picture him using that strength on you, right? You definitely don’t have feelings for him, and you’re not going to act on your desires anyway — there’s a strict rule in this group not to mingle, as they call it — so it’s not like there’s any harm in wanting him.

He throws an arm around your shoulder and ruffles your hair, apparently completely oblivious to the blush on your face as he guides you inside.

Walking in, you see the other six have already arrived and have taken their usual places in the living room. The coffee table is littered with snacks and drinks, surrounding a monopoly board that’s already been set up. You hold back a groan; board games bring out the worst in all of you.

“Hey guys,” you greet.

They look up, greeting you happily with excited smiles. Jongho, sat between the two eldest members, stares silently with pursed lips that he just about manages to stretch into a thin smile. “Hi,” he says, nodding weakly at you.

“Hey, Jongho,” you say. The others watch you amusedly, which you suppose you should be grateful for; if they weren’t all so entertained by your constant bickering you’d have surely been uninvited by now, but being the two youngest members of the group, the older ones seem to all regard you more like bickering toddlers, as entertaining as you are cute. You huff at the thought.

“Come sit next to me,” Wooyoung says, grabbing you arm and pulling you to two empty cushions on the floor. You plop yourself down happily, letting him pull you into a hug as Mingi slides a freshly opened beer in your direction.

Monopoly goes about as well as you thought it would; Yunho makes an enemy of himself by dominating the entire game, much to the chagrin of your best friend, who finds himself sent to the corner after a particularly emotive response to winding up in jail. Jongho, you notice, is a little more energetic today; he schemes and bickers with the others, grinning and whooping when he manages to trick Seonghwa out of his cash. By the time it ends you’re all a little angry with each other and more than a little drunk.

In the hours you’d been playing, you’d also managed to find yourself a lot closer to San than you’d started out; his hand is around your shoulder again, this time running up and down your arms in a soothing motion that he probably doesn’t even know he’s doing; but you do. And maybe it’s the alcohol, or the explosive tension between everyone in the room tonight, but you swear he’s holding you a little closer and tighter than usual.

If you hadn’t been so distracted by San, maybe you’d have also seen the way Jongho’s eyes narrow at the sight, lips pursed in restrained anger. But you don’t; and when the game is tidied up and the rest of the group naturally split into their separate conversations, you allow San to pull you away to “get some air” — unaware of the eyes on you as you leave.

The patio is a quiet, welcome respite from the chaos of the living room. Closing your eyes, you breathe in the cool evening air with a sigh of relief. “Fuck,” you say.

San chuckles from beside you, squeezing your arm fondly. “Weird game, huh?”

“Weird group,” you laugh.

“We’re loveable,” he says and you nod.

You don’t realise you’re shivering until you’re pulled into San’s embrace, hands running up and down your exposed arms — God bless you for not bringing a hoodie — and holding you against his chest. You sigh contentedly, admittedly almost a moan and you feel him freeze. He pulls back to stare you down, expression unreadable. “I…” You start, but he shushes you.

“I know,” he chuckles.

Slowly, without even realising, you’ve started to lean into each other, inches away from the other’s face. You heart starts to race, hands shaking against his chest as you get closer and closer, almost touching until…

The sound of someone saying your name — barking it, more like — catches you off guard, making you jump away from San without realising. You both turn to

come face to face with a fuming Jongho and you huff — this is typical luck. Right when you’re about to kiss the man who’s been making your heart race all night, who should walk in but the man who had a problem with everything you do — the man who seems to want nothing more than to make you miserable.

“Seriously, Jongho?” San snaps. “What now?”

“Get the fuck away from her, San,” Jongho growls, taking a step towards you.

San laughs, a stunned expression on his face. “No, Jongho, I won’t. Just because you want her miserable doesn’t mean I have to.”

Jongho scoffs, sharing a look with the elder that you can’t decipher. “You know damn well, San.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, I do. Do you? Does she?”

You stare up at him confusedly. “Do I know what?”

San just chuckles, keeping a protective arm around your shoulder, eyes still firmly on Jongho as he speaks. “This is your last chance,” he says. “Because you’re my friend. Either take her away from me or leave us alone. What’s it gonna be?”

“What?” You ask, utterly baffled. “Take me away? San, what does that mean?”

San still doesn’t reply, narrowed eyes fixed on Jongho, almost challenging him — to what, you don’t know. Silently, your eyes move back and forth between them, trying to decipher the situation you’re in; why Jongho even cares at all and what it is San knows. Eventually, the younger speak, voice low as he says, “The first one.”

San smiles thinly, looking as smug as he looks annoyed. “Fine.” He turns to you, stroking your face gently. “Go with Jongho, sweetheart. You guys need to talk.”

“But—”

“Go,” he says, and there’s a sternness in his voice you’ve never heard before. It frightens you a little and compels you to obey him. You nod, squeezing his hand slightly before moving to follow Jongho. San watches you go with what you allow yourself to think is sadness in his eyes.

Following Jongho inside, you find yourself back in the living room, where the others look up and, seeing who’s just walked in, make a show of sighing in relief. “Finally,” Mingi mutters.

Frowning, you look at him in confusion. You feel as though the rest of them are in on something — something about you — that they're refusing to let you in on. Despite it all, you trust them — and despite your bickering, as a long-standing member of the group, you trust Jongho. So when Hongjoong tells you to go upstairs to his room, you agree, following Jongho as he stomps his way up the stairs. You feel yourself getting angrier and angrier as you do, outraged that he’d interrupted what could have been… something with San, and wondering with a growing dread why — if he really just wants you to be miserable or if there’s another reason. You’re not sure which sounds worse.

The door slams loudly behind you as you enter the room. Jongho turns, ready to open his mouth before you beat him to it.

“Tell me you hate me,” you say.

Jongho pauses, caught off guard. His mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure of what to say. “What?”

You swallow, muscles tense. “I can’t do this anymore, Jongho. I can’t keep up this fucking… thing between us not knowing what I even did to you in the first place. So tell me you hate me and tell me why.”

It’s only as you speak that you realise just how much his rivalry has affected you; how deeply you’ve been feeling the loss of your friend ever since Jongho first pulled away. It catches in your throat, pulling at each of your strings and threatening to make you come undone completely. You’re on the verge of tears, desperate to break down but you can't let Jongho see you like that. This ends now — and you will win.

He says your name dazedly, like it’s fallen from his mouth without realising; like this whole thing was unexpected and shocking. Like he didn’t know this even mattered to you at all. “I…”

“Tell me now, Jongho,” you say; growl. “Say it. Tell me why you fucking hate me so much so I can hate you back.”

By the end of the sentence you’re practically yelling, spitting each word from your mouth in a daze of anger and confusion. Tears prick at your eyes but you force them back. You stare expectantly in the man in front of you, chest heaving with laboured, stressed breaths as you await his answer.

He stares blankly for a moment, lips parted slightly, and something on his face shifts. “I don’t.”

It’s so quiet you barely hear it; two small words, softly, shyly, reluctantly spoken by the last person you expected to hear them from. It’s so quiet and unexpected that you’re not even sure you heard him correctly. “What?” You ask.

He sighs, shaking his head. As he speaks you can tell he’s physically forcing each word out of his mouth. “I don’t hate you,” he says. He laughs humourlessly, smiling bitterly. “I don’t fucking hate you,” he repeats. “I fucking… opposite of hate you, actually.”

You blink, digesting his words; their meaning. What? You don’t know what to say, what to think; what to make of everything he’s saying to you. “Jongho…”

“No, listen,” he snaps. His face is a deepening red; whether from embarrassment or anger or some other emotion, you don’t know. “Ever since I met you I’ve fucking… wanted you but I thought I could handle it. I could just look at you and appreciate you from afar because we’ve always had an agreement in the group not to get tangled up with each other or each others’ exes or whatever.”

You stay silent as he talks, struggling to digest his words, which pour from his mouth as though he’s kept them locked up for a long time.

“We’ve managed to stick to it so far and I didn’t want to be the one to break it,” he says, getting louder still. “To break the group. But then we started getting closer and spending more time together and you just—”

“I just what?” You say finally. Your voice is dry, raspy and emotional, your words laboured and pained. You feel your heart, moments away from bursting through your chest as you repeat yourself. “I just what, Jongho?”

He sighs, an exasperated sound like he can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. “You torment me.”

It’s silent for a moment, words hanging in the air as you digest them. You torment him?

You swallow, hands shaking. “What?”

“You heard me,” he spits. You see the tensing of his jaw, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides and you gulp.

“I don’t—”

“Yes you do,” he snaps loudly. When you jump at the noise a surprised expression crosses your face and he deflates slightly, sighing. “You do,” he says, quieter now. He says your name, eyes welling, then, so quiet you barely hear it — “I love you.”

You stare at him in shock, jaw dropped and then suddenly, everything makes sense — why he liked you so much then pulled then suddenly pulled away; why he’s so bothered and affected by everything you do; why he was so angry and betrayed seeing you with San — what San was so annoyed about when he asked if you knew.

You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out; you’re completely lost right now, both in terms of what to say and what you even want to say. There’s a million emotions in your head right now, compounded by the barrage of new information that’s just been dumped on you and you don’t know what to do.

“Say something,” Jongho says; pleads.

“I…” You close your eyes, shaking your head with a quivering lip. Unable to think anything through, you let the words come from your mouth of their own accord. You don’t even realise what you’re saying until you’ve already said it; “I love you too.”

You’re shocked to hear the words come from your mouth but as you think it through you realise it’s true; you love Jongho. You love him. That’s why this has affected you so much, why it’s been so painful and so confusing and why you’d come upstairs with him when you knew that, if you’d really pressed it, you could have stayed with San. You love Jongho.

You squeeze your eyes shut, not bearing to look at his face until you feel a hand on your chin, tilting your head upwards. Opening your eyes you see Jongho inches away from your face, a dazed expression on his face and tears in his eyes. “You do?” He whispers, sounding as disbelieving as you.

You nod, shocked but absolutely certain. “I do.”

He stares at you for a moment, scanning your face for any trepidation, any uncertainty. But he finds none, and in an instant his lips are on yours, crashing into you in a desperate, adoring kiss. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before; the culmination of years of longing, finally released in a moment of passion and release. He grips your hair tightly, his other hand running up and down your side, feeling you the way he’s been so desperate to. After a few minutes — or seconds, maybe — he starts to move, gently but hurriedly guiding you over to the bed. He pulls away for a moment, breathing laboured as he looks you up and down, licking his lips. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Beautiful.”

“Jongho,” you whisper.

He shushes you, finger on your lips; when you part them slightly he allows it to slip into your mouth and you suck at it gently. His pupils dilate at the sight and you giggle. “Quiet,” he gruffs. “I’ve waited so long for this because of that stupid group.”

“That was your choice,” you say, a little muffled from the finger in your mouth.

He chuckles dryly, humourlessly; he’s too pent up to find anything funny right now. He grabs your chin again, grip stronger as his eyes darken. “A choice I had to make because of you,” he says, almost snarling. “You beautiful, evil girl.”

He shoves you down, letting you fall onto the blankets with a yelp. In an instant he’s on top of you; hovering over you with a blank expression but hungry eyes. “You have no idea,” he says lowly, “what you’ve done to me all these years. How long I’ve waited to finally show you how much I need you.”

You breath hitches, feeling his words in your throat and stomach. You see the years of waiting and suffering in his eyes; the way he’s torn himself apart trying to resist you. But he’s done resisting now — he’s done waiting.

“Jongho,” you whisper. You reach up to touch his face and he lets you, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly for a moment before they snap open and he grabs your wrist, slamming it down against the bed.

“I’m here,” he says. “And I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

You’re almost embarrassed by the genuine sigh of relief you let out, but you know he feels the same. You say his name again, almost crying now, and he smiles. “I know,” he says. “But first…”

He grabs your other wrist pinning them both down above your head. He shuffles up the bed, pushing your legs apart with his leg and pressing his knee between them; inches away from your heat. He lowers himself to your level, so close you can feel his breath on your face. His lips stretch into a sly, scheming smile as his head tilts innocently. “Apologise,” he says.

You left your head in confusion, not sure what he means; tutting, he gently pushes it back down, pinching your cheek a little too hard to be playful. “I didn’t say move,” he says. “I said apologise.”

You frown. “What for?”

He laughs softly, amused and a little irritated. “Come on, princess,” he purrs. “Use that little head of yours. You’ve been coming out with all kinds of insults for me these few years; I’m sure figuring this out will be a piece of cake in comparison.”

“I…”

He tuts, shaking his head. “Not so quick-witted after all, huh?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m here; I’ll do all the thinking for you now.”

You whine, blushing at his condescending words and even more condescending tone; and at the things they do to you — they way they make you feel down there. Just an hour ago Jongho would have been decked if he’d even thought about speaking to you like this, but now… now, when his voice is so sweet and his grip on your wrists is so deliciously firm, he could probably say anything to you, and it would only make you want him more.

“You really don’t know what you did?” He asks, smiling fondly.

You shake your head, unable to think of what you’d done — but to be fair, you can’t really think of anything right now. He chuckles. “Silly girl,” he whispers. “A firm hand and a little sweet-talk and you’ve already forgotten how loved up you and San were earlier.”

Oh. Right. San. You flush — as much as you love your friend, Jongho’s right; a little of the right kind of attention from him and you’d forgotten all about the man you’d been so ready to fuck just an hour ago. It’s a ridiculous thought now; the idea of anyone hovering over you like this but Jongho. “Oh,” you whisper. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

He chuckles. “It’s alright, baby,” he says. “That was very, very naughty but I’m not upset. Because after I finally fuck you the way you’ve been dreaming about, I know for a fact you’ll never look at him again.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words but choose to just smile, as cool as you can muster — “oh, really?” you ask.

He chuckles, nodding slightly before, without a word, shoving up that flimsy thing you call a dress, exposing your bra and panties, and diving into your chest. He pulls your breasts out, exposing your nipples as he licks and sucks at them hungrily. You lie still, moaning and whimpering at the sensations; yelping slightly when he bites down on one of your nipples gently before pulling away, focusing his attacks on one area of your breast; when he releases it, a deep purple mark sits prettily just above your nipple. “Really,” he grins.

You whine, trying to reach for him but his grip on your wrists remains, holding you firmly in place. He tuts, pecking your lips. “Bad girl,” he chuckles. “I should put you in your place, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “You should.”

He looks a little caught off guard — maybe not expecting you to be so enthusiastic about being treated this way — but rolls with it, chuckling fondly. “I will,” he says dangerously. “Soon as I get this suspiciously nice lingerie off of you.”

You blush, squirming slightly — it’s true you’d worn one of your nicer sets, despite your knowledge that nothing would happen; it tends to make you a little more confident, and if something had happened with San because of it, so be it. But of course, nothing happened; at least not with him, and now you’ve got a set of even hungrier eyes — you didn’t know anyone could be hornier than Wooyoung and San, with their constant leering even if largely platonic and more often than not at each other — devouring you.

“Do it then,” you challenge. He raises an eyebrow but it’s more of a challenge than deterrence. “Stop talking and fuck me, Jongho.”

Unexpectedly, Jongho growls; a genuinely feral sound coming from his throat as he dives into you. He’s careful but hurried as he removes your lingerie; pausing for a moment when your pussy comes into view, making you blush. He discards your underwear on the floor, next to the dress he’s already pulled over your head and thrown to the side, and directs his gaze back to your pussy. “Wow,” he breathes.

You blush deeply; even deeper when he presses a finger to it, dragging it through your folds; you hear and feel the wetness even before he lifts his finger, showing you smugly. “Soaked,” he says, sounding admiring. “Think I’ll even need to prep you at all?”

By now you’re so desperate that you’re not even ashamed as you shake you head; you know you’re wet, you know you’re ready and though you hadn’t realised until now, you’ve been waiting for this for years. He smiles, giggling a little before finally unzipping his pants and pulling out his already hard cock. Your eyes widen slightly; it’s longer than you thought and thicker than you’d imagined. You know it will fit but your mouth waters just thinking about the way it will stretch you. You lick your lips unconsciously; only aware when Jongho chuckles, pressing a finger into your mouth with a fond smile. “Easy, baby,” he whispers. “I’ll let you suck it next time. Need you too badly right now.”

You nod, definitely in complete agreement — you can’t bear the thought of anything keeping Jongho from fucking you right now; keep from feeling him deep inside you, finally loving and claiming you for his own.

He shoves two fingers in, pumping you a few times to open you up before lining up his cock and sliding it into you easily. He groans at the feeling when he finally pushes inside; you yelp at the stretch, just mild enough to be fully pleasurable and he grins. “That good, huh?”

“I’d ask you the same,” he giggles.

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slowly starting to move. His first thrust is barely that; it’s gentle and subtle, an easy introduction — but it sends a shiver up your spine that tells you this is right; Jongho is right. And as he speeds up, that feeling only multiples; exploding and overtaking you with each precise, quickening thrust until you’re drowning in it.

He fucks you carefully but mercilessly; as much an act of love as a release on tension and desire. He holds you firmly but tenderly, hand around your neck with a slight pressure that’s oddly comforting as he slams into you over and over, groaning and shouting at the feeling. Leaning over you, he whispers loving but filthy things in your ear that you barely hear beneath all the feelings and sensations and the emotional release of fucking someone you’ve been so tormented by for so long; to finally feel a touch you’ve been craving without realising. You could sob from it, and you think he could too; though he’s focused on fucking you right, on claiming you the way he’s promised, you see the emotion on his face, the disbelief that this is even happening; that you even want him. Like you, he must have thought you hated him; yet here you are now, entirely loving and as close as two people can be.

You feel his climax before it comes; the thrusts get faster and more desperate, less thought and precision behind each one as he drives himself to the edge; his moans and shouts turn to stuttered, desperate noises — whines, as he grips you tighter and closer than ever before. As he approaches his grip on your neck tightens even more, face touching yours as he whispers, “gonna cum in you baby, fuck.”

You nod desperately; you were unaware you could need something as much you need him to cum in you, to breed you — when he does it’s a glorious, desperate moment; you both shout and scream through it, clinging desperately to each other. You can tell how pent-up he is, how much he needed this just from how long it takes him to finish; for over a minute he’s yelling and cumming in you, fucking his seed deep into your womb as you lie still and open, taking it open. He collapses on top of you as soon as he’s done, rolling off of you and taking you into his arms with a panting sigh. “Fuck,” he breathes.

You chuckle, nuzzling closer into his hold. “I know, Jongho,” you whisper. “I know.”

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The mood downstairs is both relaxed and tense; relaxed from the absence of the two enemies and tense from the nervous wait for results; to hear the outcome of the talk you’d been having upstairs for the past God knows how long. The remaining seven men lounge around, chatting among themselves and drinking happily as they await news; it comes soon enough — not through any announcement of resolution, but through the loud, desperate moans that reach their ears from upstairs, unmistakable as belonging to the youngest members of the group. It takes them a moment to even understand what they’re hearing; when they do a noise that’s half a groan, half a sigh of relief sounds out around the room. Wooyoung and San exchange a high five, relieved not to be the mediators anymore, and Seonghwa smiles happily at the thought of his two youngest friends, naively tormenting each other in total ignorance of the clear solution in front of them — one they’ve now clearly found.

Only Hongjoong doesn’t look pleased — an irritated, disgusted expression reaches his face, catching Wooyoung’s attention. “Why are you so annoyed?” He asks with a laugh. “You complain about their bickering more than anyone.”

The others make noises of agreement but Hongjoong just huffs, crossing his arms in indignation. “Because, Wooyoung,” he snaps. “They’re in my bedroom.”

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thank you anon for requesting! and thanks for reading. reblog and comment if you enjoyed! requests are OPEN! love🖤🖤🖤

ILYSM too!! Im glad you enjoy my feedback!! Thank you for writing!!!<33 i think you're a great writer!! Humper made me so dizzy lol. I really like how you write about joong slapping you when you do something he doesn't approve of (this is mentioning the ot8 pet fic)

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hongjoong would be SO FUN to play with as a pet. one of the most ‘owner’ish in ateez imo. def gonna incorporate a petplay chapter into my ot8 x reader (when i can finally finish this chapter 2, it’s v blocked rn sadly). it’d be so fun to explore with him. and the slapping??? let’s talk about the slapping rq

hongjoong and seonghwa i think are the biggest ‘physical disciplinarians’ in ateez, but while seonghwa prefers the basic, protocol heavy spanking with lots of setup and procedures (stripping you, positioning you, scolding you etc) joong is more haphazard with it. he doesn’t particularly care to go through the whole “you’re getting punished” schtick with the buildup etc; if you piss him off or act out in some way he’ll just slap you across the face — a few times if necessary. if he wants to make an actual point of it he’ll grip your chin with one hand, keeping you still while he slaps your cheeks over and over again, rotating between each one as he scolds you harshly — “was it worth being a fucking bitch? huh?” while slaps land on your face til it’s red and you’re begging forgiveness.

when he does spank you it’s very spontaneous; literal grabbing your arm and yanking you over his lap or the nearest surface; wrestling you into position and holding you there as he yanks your bottoms down to bare your ass for him to abuse, taking his anger out on you while he scolds you. he loves it honestly; any time he gets to slap you around and tell you what a bad, naughty girl you’ve been. i can definitely see him making up things you’ve done or broken rules just so he can slap you and ask you wtf you were thinking disobeying him like that.

in conclusion: UGHHHHHHHH

revelations • jongho

jongho hates you, so you hate him too — until you don’t

request by anon: enemies to lovers with jongho

word count: 5k

tags: enemies to lovers, friend group!ateez, ateez are fed up, reader almost fucks san, arguments, confessions, make up sex. dom!jongho, some dirty talk, kind of condescending!jongho, unprotected sex, mentioned dirty talk, the L word

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The familiar sound of your best friend’s ringtone wakes you — a loud, thumping bass track, chosen by him specifically to be unavoidable, pulling you from your slumber without grace or a moment to adjust. You groan, cursing to yourself as you roll over. Your eyes are still half-closed as you grab the phone, pressing the button to accept the call.

“Hello?” You say groggily.

A loud laugh crackling down the line wakes you further, making you jump. “Did you just wake up?” He giggles. “It’s 3PM, dude.”

“Whatever,” you mutter. Seeing he’s right about the time you sigh, forcing yourself to sit up. You’d struggled to sleep last night, as you have every night this week; you don't know why, though your best friend insists that an inability to sleep means someone is dreaming about you. But that’s stupid, you think. No one is dreaming about you. “What did you want, Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung, who’d still been giggling to himself and — if you’re hearing correctly — bickering with his roommate even as he takes the call, pauses briefly before he answers. “Oh yeah,” he says. “We’re all meeting tonight. Be here at 6, alright?”

You nod to yourself. It’ll be good to get out of the house, you think, to see your friends and hang out together. Or it would be good, if it weren’t for…

“Will Jongho be there too?” You ask. Just saying his name stresses you out.

You’re not sure how to describe your relationship with Jongho — tumultuous, would be the best word. While you’d gotten on fine, even well at first, one day it had just started to… shift. He’d gone from friendly and open to cold, blunt and reserved around you, and since then it had only gotten worse. You’re certain he hates you now; whenever you’re together, bickering, cheap insults and even full-on arguments seem to follow — he always has something negative to say, some cheap shot to throw and he always manages to provoke you into throwing one back. Yeah, you’re certain he hates you. But you don’t have a single clue why.

You hear Wooyoung groan when you bring him up and you feel a twinge of guilt; you know the feud between you pulls at the fabric of the entire group, and you know the others are stressed too. “I’m sorry, Woo,” you say. “I wish it wasn’t like this, I just…”

He sighs. “Yeah, I know. He started this, you’re just returning it.”

“Yeah.” You realise when you say it that your tone is almost… mournful and you frown, confused. It’s true that hatred isn’t quite the only thing you feel for Jongho — but as it’s clearly the only thing he feels for you, you find it better to ignore any other emotions that may linger beneath the surface — better to deny they exist at all. Doesn’t make it, or him, any less confusing and you’re pretty sure Wooyoung’s picked up on that; probably a long time ago, if you know your observant, if a little nosy friend as well as you think.

“Don’t worry,” Wooyoung says, sounding sympathetic. “But you need to fix it soon or the whole group’s gonna fall apart. Hongjoong’s been talking about locking you in a room together til it’s sorted.”

You bite back a laugh — a dry, humourless laugh because fat lot of good that would do, Hongjoong. You sometimes think that the presence of the others is the only thing that stops you two from actually lunging at each other. Forcing you to be alone is the last thing either of you, or indeed the entire friend group, needs.

“That won’t be necessary,” you say and he makes a noise of hesitant agreement. “I’ll be civil.”

“Please do,” Wooyoung says, laughing shallowly. “Cus if this goes on for much longer I swear Joong’s gonna start whooping you both.”

You snort, shaking your head. “I’ll behave if he does,” you say. “See you later, Woo.”

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You arrive just before 6 to find Wooyoung and his roommate, San, waiting outside the building for you. They light up as you approach them, greeting you with warm smiles.

“Hey guys,” you laugh. You hand Wooyoung the bag of snacks he’d asked you to bring and he grabs it excitedly, peeking around inside eagerly. Turning to San, he offers you another small smile and you feel yourself flush.

You won’t deny you have a little crush on San, but it’s only natural, you think; he’s always been extremely attractive, and in recent years he’s become extremely muscular — so it’s only natural for you to picture him using that strength on you, right? You definitely don’t have feelings for him, and you’re not going to act on your desires anyway — there’s a strict rule in this group not to mingle, as they call it — so it’s not like there’s any harm in wanting him.

He throws an arm around your shoulder and ruffles your hair, apparently completely oblivious to the blush on your face as he guides you inside.

Walking in, you see the other six have already arrived and have taken their usual places in the living room. The coffee table is littered with snacks and drinks, surrounding a monopoly board that’s already been set up. You hold back a groan; board games bring out the worst in all of you.

“Hey guys,” you greet.

They look up, greeting you happily with excited smiles. Jongho, sat between the two eldest members, stares silently with pursed lips that he just about manages to stretch into a thin smile. “Hi,” he says, nodding weakly at you.

“Hey, Jongho,” you say. The others watch you amusedly, which you suppose you should be grateful for; if they weren’t all so entertained by your constant bickering you’d have surely been uninvited by now, but being the two youngest members of the group, the older ones seem to all regard you more like bickering toddlers, as entertaining as you are cute. You huff at the thought.

“Come sit next to me,” Wooyoung says, grabbing you arm and pulling you to two empty cushions on the floor. You plop yourself down happily, letting him pull you into a hug as Mingi slides a freshly opened beer in your direction.

Monopoly goes about as well as you thought it would; Yunho makes an enemy of himself by dominating the entire game, much to the chagrin of your best friend, who finds himself sent to the corner after a particularly emotive response to winding up in jail. Jongho, you notice, is a little more energetic today; he schemes and bickers with the others, grinning and whooping when he manages to trick Seonghwa out of his cash. By the time it ends you’re all a little angry with each other and more than a little drunk.

In the hours you’d been playing, you’d also managed to find yourself a lot closer to San than you’d started out; his hand is around your shoulder again, this time running up and down your arms in a soothing motion that he probably doesn’t even know he’s doing; but you do. And maybe it’s the alcohol, or the explosive tension between everyone in the room tonight, but you swear he’s holding you a little closer and tighter than usual.

If you hadn’t been so distracted by San, maybe you’d have also seen the way Jongho’s eyes narrow at the sight, lips pursed in restrained anger. But you don’t; and when the game is tidied up and the rest of the group naturally split into their separate conversations, you allow San to pull you away to “get some air” — unaware of the eyes on you as you leave.

The patio is a quiet, welcome respite from the chaos of the living room. Closing your eyes, you breathe in the cool evening air with a sigh of relief. “Fuck,” you say.

San chuckles from beside you, squeezing your arm fondly. “Weird game, huh?”

“Weird group,” you laugh.

“We’re loveable,” he says and you nod.

You don’t realise you’re shivering until you’re pulled into San’s embrace, hands running up and down your exposed arms — God bless you for not bringing a hoodie — and holding you against his chest. You sigh contentedly, admittedly almost a moan and you feel him freeze. He pulls back to stare you down, expression unreadable. “I…” You start, but he shushes you.

“I know,” he chuckles.

Slowly, without even realising, you’ve started to lean into each other, inches away from the other’s face. You heart starts to race, hands shaking against his chest as you get closer and closer, almost touching until…

The sound of someone saying your name — barking it, more like — catches you off guard, making you jump away from San without realising. You both turn to

come face to face with a fuming Jongho and you huff — this is typical luck. Right when you’re about to kiss the man who’s been making your heart race all night, who should walk in but the man who had a problem with everything you do — the man who seems to want nothing more than to make you miserable.

“Seriously, Jongho?” San snaps. “What now?”

“Get the fuck away from her, San,” Jongho growls, taking a step towards you.

San laughs, a stunned expression on his face. “No, Jongho, I won’t. Just because you want her miserable doesn’t mean I have to.”

Jongho scoffs, sharing a look with the elder that you can’t decipher. “You know damn well, San.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, I do. Do you? Does she?”

You stare up at him confusedly. “Do I know what?”

San just chuckles, keeping a protective arm around your shoulder, eyes still firmly on Jongho as he speaks. “This is your last chance,” he says. “Because you’re my friend. Either take her away from me or leave us alone. What’s it gonna be?”

“What?” You ask, utterly baffled. “Take me away? San, what does that mean?”

San still doesn’t reply, narrowed eyes fixed on Jongho, almost challenging him — to what, you don’t know. Silently, your eyes move back and forth between them, trying to decipher the situation you’re in; why Jongho even cares at all and what it is San knows. Eventually, the younger speak, voice low as he says, “The first one.”

San smiles thinly, looking as smug as he looks annoyed. “Fine.” He turns to you, stroking your face gently. “Go with Jongho, sweetheart. You guys need to talk.”

“But—”

“Go,” he says, and there’s a sternness in his voice you’ve never heard before. It frightens you a little and compels you to obey him. You nod, squeezing his hand slightly before moving to follow Jongho. San watches you go with what you allow yourself to think is sadness in his eyes.

Following Jongho inside, you find yourself back in the living room, where the others look up and, seeing who’s just walked in, make a show of sighing in relief. “Finally,” Mingi mutters.

Frowning, you look at him in confusion. You feel as though the rest of them are in on something — something about you — that they're refusing to let you in on. Despite it all, you trust them — and despite your bickering, as a long-standing member of the group, you trust Jongho. So when Hongjoong tells you to go upstairs to his room, you agree, following Jongho as he stomps his way up the stairs. You feel yourself getting angrier and angrier as you do, outraged that he’d interrupted what could have been… something with San, and wondering with a growing dread why — if he really just wants you to be miserable or if there’s another reason. You’re not sure which sounds worse.

The door slams loudly behind you as you enter the room. Jongho turns, ready to open his mouth before you beat him to it.

“Tell me you hate me,” you say.

Jongho pauses, caught off guard. His mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure of what to say. “What?”

You swallow, muscles tense. “I can’t do this anymore, Jongho. I can’t keep up this fucking… thing between us not knowing what I even did to you in the first place. So tell me you hate me and tell me why.”

It’s only as you speak that you realise just how much his rivalry has affected you; how deeply you’ve been feeling the loss of your friend ever since Jongho first pulled away. It catches in your throat, pulling at each of your strings and threatening to make you come undone completely. You’re on the verge of tears, desperate to break down but you can't let Jongho see you like that. This ends now — and you will win.

He says your name dazedly, like it’s fallen from his mouth without realising; like this whole thing was unexpected and shocking. Like he didn’t know this even mattered to you at all. “I…”

“Tell me now, Jongho,” you say; growl. “Say it. Tell me why you fucking hate me so much so I can hate you back.”

By the end of the sentence you’re practically yelling, spitting each word from your mouth in a daze of anger and confusion. Tears prick at your eyes but you force them back. You stare expectantly in the man in front of you, chest heaving with laboured, stressed breaths as you await his answer.

He stares blankly for a moment, lips parted slightly, and something on his face shifts. “I don’t.”

It’s so quiet you barely hear it; two small words, softly, shyly, reluctantly spoken by the last person you expected to hear them from. It’s so quiet and unexpected that you’re not even sure you heard him correctly. “What?” You ask.

He sighs, shaking his head. As he speaks you can tell he’s physically forcing each word out of his mouth. “I don’t hate you,” he says. He laughs humourlessly, smiling bitterly. “I don’t fucking hate you,” he repeats. “I fucking… opposite of hate you, actually.”

You blink, digesting his words; their meaning. What? You don’t know what to say, what to think; what to make of everything he’s saying to you. “Jongho…”

“No, listen,” he snaps. His face is a deepening red; whether from embarrassment or anger or some other emotion, you don’t know. “Ever since I met you I’ve fucking… wanted you but I thought I could handle it. I could just look at you and appreciate you from afar because we’ve always had an agreement in the group not to get tangled up with each other or each others’ exes or whatever.”

You stay silent as he talks, struggling to digest his words, which pour from his mouth as though he’s kept them locked up for a long time.

“We’ve managed to stick to it so far and I didn’t want to be the one to break it,” he says, getting louder still. “To break the group. But then we started getting closer and spending more time together and you just—”

“I just what?” You say finally. Your voice is dry, raspy and emotional, your words laboured and pained. You feel your heart, moments away from bursting through your chest as you repeat yourself. “I just what, Jongho?”

He sighs, an exasperated sound like he can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. “You torment me.”

It’s silent for a moment, words hanging in the air as you digest them. You torment him?

You swallow, hands shaking. “What?”

“You heard me,” he spits. You see the tensing of his jaw, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides and you gulp.

“I don’t—”

“Yes you do,” he snaps loudly. When you jump at the noise a surprised expression crosses your face and he deflates slightly, sighing. “You do,” he says, quieter now. He says your name, eyes welling, then, so quiet you barely hear it — “I love you.”

You stare at him in shock, jaw dropped and then suddenly, everything makes sense — why he liked you so much then pulled then suddenly pulled away; why he’s so bothered and affected by everything you do; why he was so angry and betrayed seeing you with San — what San was so annoyed about when he asked if you knew.

You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out; you’re completely lost right now, both in terms of what to say and what you even want to say. There’s a million emotions in your head right now, compounded by the barrage of new information that’s just been dumped on you and you don’t know what to do.

“Say something,” Jongho says; pleads.

“I…” You close your eyes, shaking your head with a quivering lip. Unable to think anything through, you let the words come from your mouth of their own accord. You don’t even realise what you’re saying until you’ve already said it; “I love you too.”

You’re shocked to hear the words come from your mouth but as you think it through you realise it’s true; you love Jongho. You love him. That’s why this has affected you so much, why it’s been so painful and so confusing and why you’d come upstairs with him when you knew that, if you’d really pressed it, you could have stayed with San. You love Jongho.

You squeeze your eyes shut, not bearing to look at his face until you feel a hand on your chin, tilting your head upwards. Opening your eyes you see Jongho inches away from your face, a dazed expression on his face and tears in his eyes. “You do?” He whispers, sounding as disbelieving as you.

You nod, shocked but absolutely certain. “I do.”

He stares at you for a moment, scanning your face for any trepidation, any uncertainty. But he finds none, and in an instant his lips are on yours, crashing into you in a desperate, adoring kiss. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before; the culmination of years of longing, finally released in a moment of passion and release. He grips your hair tightly, his other hand running up and down your side, feeling you the way he’s been so desperate to. After a few minutes — or seconds, maybe — he starts to move, gently but hurriedly guiding you over to the bed. He pulls away for a moment, breathing laboured as he looks you up and down, licking his lips. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Beautiful.”

“Jongho,” you whisper.

He shushes you, finger on your lips; when you part them slightly he allows it to slip into your mouth and you suck at it gently. His pupils dilate at the sight and you giggle. “Quiet,” he gruffs. “I’ve waited so long for this because of that stupid group.”

“That was your choice,” you say, a little muffled from the finger in your mouth.

He chuckles dryly, humourlessly; he’s too pent up to find anything funny right now. He grabs your chin again, grip stronger as his eyes darken. “A choice I had to make because of you,” he says, almost snarling. “You beautiful, evil girl.”

He shoves you down, letting you fall onto the blankets with a yelp. In an instant he’s on top of you; hovering over you with a blank expression but hungry eyes. “You have no idea,” he says lowly, “what you’ve done to me all these years. How long I’ve waited to finally show you how much I need you.”

You breath hitches, feeling his words in your throat and stomach. You see the years of waiting and suffering in his eyes; the way he’s torn himself apart trying to resist you. But he’s done resisting now — he’s done waiting.

“Jongho,” you whisper. You reach up to touch his face and he lets you, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly for a moment before they snap open and he grabs your wrist, slamming it down against the bed.

“I’m here,” he says. “And I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

You’re almost embarrassed by the genuine sigh of relief you let out, but you know he feels the same. You say his name again, almost crying now, and he smiles. “I know,” he says. “But first…”

He grabs your other wrist pinning them both down above your head. He shuffles up the bed, pushing your legs apart with his leg and pressing his knee between them; inches away from your heat. He lowers himself to your level, so close you can feel his breath on your face. His lips stretch into a sly, scheming smile as his head tilts innocently. “Apologise,” he says.

You left your head in confusion, not sure what he means; tutting, he gently pushes it back down, pinching your cheek a little too hard to be playful. “I didn’t say move,” he says. “I said apologise.”

You frown. “What for?”

He laughs softly, amused and a little irritated. “Come on, princess,” he purrs. “Use that little head of yours. You’ve been coming out with all kinds of insults for me these few years; I’m sure figuring this out will be a piece of cake in comparison.”

“I…”

He tuts, shaking his head. “Not so quick-witted after all, huh?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m here; I’ll do all the thinking for you now.”

You whine, blushing at his condescending words and even more condescending tone; and at the things they do to you — they way they make you feel down there. Just an hour ago Jongho would have been decked if he’d even thought about speaking to you like this, but now… now, when his voice is so sweet and his grip on your wrists is so deliciously firm, he could probably say anything to you, and it would only make you want him more.

“You really don’t know what you did?” He asks, smiling fondly.

You shake your head, unable to think of what you’d done — but to be fair, you can’t really think of anything right now. He chuckles. “Silly girl,” he whispers. “A firm hand and a little sweet-talk and you’ve already forgotten how loved up you and San were earlier.”

Oh. Right. San. You flush — as much as you love your friend, Jongho’s right; a little of the right kind of attention from him and you’d forgotten all about the man you’d been so ready to fuck just an hour ago. It’s a ridiculous thought now; the idea of anyone hovering over you like this but Jongho. “Oh,” you whisper. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

He chuckles. “It’s alright, baby,” he says. “That was very, very naughty but I’m not upset. Because after I finally fuck you the way you’ve been dreaming about, I know for a fact you’ll never look at him again.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words but choose to just smile, as cool as you can muster — “oh, really?” you ask.

He chuckles, nodding slightly before, without a word, shoving up that flimsy thing you call a dress, exposing your bra and panties, and diving into your chest. He pulls your breasts out, exposing your nipples as he licks and sucks at them hungrily. You lie still, moaning and whimpering at the sensations; yelping slightly when he bites down on one of your nipples gently before pulling away, focusing his attacks on one area of your breast; when he releases it, a deep purple mark sits prettily just above your nipple. “Really,” he grins.

You whine, trying to reach for him but his grip on your wrists remains, holding you firmly in place. He tuts, pecking your lips. “Bad girl,” he chuckles. “I should put you in your place, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “You should.”

He looks a little caught off guard — maybe not expecting you to be so enthusiastic about being treated this way — but rolls with it, chuckling fondly. “I will,” he says dangerously. “Soon as I get this suspiciously nice lingerie off of you.”

You blush, squirming slightly — it’s true you’d worn one of your nicer sets, despite your knowledge that nothing would happen; it tends to make you a little more confident, and if something had happened with San because of it, so be it. But of course, nothing happened; at least not with him, and now you’ve got a set of even hungrier eyes — you didn’t know anyone could be hornier than Wooyoung and San, with their constant leering even if largely platonic and more often than not at each other — devouring you.

“Do it then,” you challenge. He raises an eyebrow but it’s more of a challenge than deterrence. “Stop talking and fuck me, Jongho.”

Unexpectedly, Jongho growls; a genuinely feral sound coming from his throat as he dives into you. He’s careful but hurried as he removes your lingerie; pausing for a moment when your pussy comes into view, making you blush. He discards your underwear on the floor, next to the dress he’s already pulled over your head and thrown to the side, and directs his gaze back to your pussy. “Wow,” he breathes.

You blush deeply; even deeper when he presses a finger to it, dragging it through your folds; you hear and feel the wetness even before he lifts his finger, showing you smugly. “Soaked,” he says, sounding admiring. “Think I’ll even need to prep you at all?”

By now you’re so desperate that you’re not even ashamed as you shake you head; you know you’re wet, you know you’re ready and though you hadn’t realised until now, you’ve been waiting for this for years. He smiles, giggling a little before finally unzipping his pants and pulling out his already hard cock. Your eyes widen slightly; it’s longer than you thought and thicker than you’d imagined. You know it will fit but your mouth waters just thinking about the way it will stretch you. You lick your lips unconsciously; only aware when Jongho chuckles, pressing a finger into your mouth with a fond smile. “Easy, baby,” he whispers. “I’ll let you suck it next time. Need you too badly right now.”

You nod, definitely in complete agreement — you can’t bear the thought of anything keeping Jongho from fucking you right now; keep from feeling him deep inside you, finally loving and claiming you for his own.

He shoves two fingers in, pumping you a few times to open you up before lining up his cock and sliding it into you easily. He groans at the feeling when he finally pushes inside; you yelp at the stretch, just mild enough to be fully pleasurable and he grins. “That good, huh?”

“I’d ask you the same,” he giggles.

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slowly starting to move. His first thrust is barely that; it’s gentle and subtle, an easy introduction — but it sends a shiver up your spine that tells you this is right; Jongho is right. And as he speeds up, that feeling only multiples; exploding and overtaking you with each precise, quickening thrust until you’re drowning in it.

He fucks you carefully but mercilessly; as much an act of love as a release on tension and desire. He holds you firmly but tenderly, hand around your neck with a slight pressure that’s oddly comforting as he slams into you over and over, groaning and shouting at the feeling. Leaning over you, he whispers loving but filthy things in your ear that you barely hear beneath all the feelings and sensations and the emotional release of fucking someone you’ve been so tormented by for so long; to finally feel a touch you’ve been craving without realising. You could sob from it, and you think he could too; though he’s focused on fucking you right, on claiming you the way he’s promised, you see the emotion on his face, the disbelief that this is even happening; that you even want him. Like you, he must have thought you hated him; yet here you are now, entirely loving and as close as two people can be.

You feel his climax before it comes; the thrusts get faster and more desperate, less thought and precision behind each one as he drives himself to the edge; his moans and shouts turn to stuttered, desperate noises — whines, as he grips you tighter and closer than ever before. As he approaches his grip on your neck tightens even more, face touching yours as he whispers, “gonna cum in you baby, fuck.”

You nod desperately; you were unaware you could need something as much you need him to cum in you, to breed you — when he does it’s a glorious, desperate moment; you both shout and scream through it, clinging desperately to each other. You can tell how pent-up he is, how much he needed this just from how long it takes him to finish; for over a minute he’s yelling and cumming in you, fucking his seed deep into your womb as you lie still and open, taking it open. He collapses on top of you as soon as he’s done, rolling off of you and taking you into his arms with a panting sigh. “Fuck,” he breathes.

You chuckle, nuzzling closer into his hold. “I know, Jongho,” you whisper. “I know.”

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The mood downstairs is both relaxed and tense; relaxed from the absence of the two enemies and tense from the nervous wait for results; to hear the outcome of the talk you’d been having upstairs for the past God knows how long. The remaining seven men lounge around, chatting among themselves and drinking happily as they await news; it comes soon enough — not through any announcement of resolution, but through the loud, desperate moans that reach their ears from upstairs, unmistakable as belonging to the youngest members of the group. It takes them a moment to even understand what they’re hearing; when they do a noise that’s half a groan, half a sigh of relief sounds out around the room. Wooyoung and San exchange a high five, relieved not to be the mediators anymore, and Seonghwa smiles happily at the thought of his two youngest friends, naively tormenting each other in total ignorance of the clear solution in front of them — one they’ve now clearly found.

Only Hongjoong doesn’t look pleased — an irritated, disgusted expression reaches his face, catching Wooyoung’s attention. “Why are you so annoyed?” He asks with a laugh. “You complain about their bickering more than anyone.”

The others make noises of agreement but Hongjoong just huffs, crossing his arms in indignation. “Because, Wooyoung,” he snaps. “They’re in my bedroom.”

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thank you anon for requesting! and thanks for reading. reblog and comment if you enjoyed! requests are OPEN! love🖤🖤🖤

☆ texting bf!ateez while they’re on tour

- i saw ateez last weekend and miss them so bad so this is how I cope 😇

warnings: kys joke, swearing, reader is a freak tbh, some nsfw?

- requests are open for multiple groups pssttt !!

helping hand • hongjoong

hongjoong helps you record your newest track; in more ways than one.

short drabble with singer!reader

warnings: dom!hongjoong x sub!reader, praise & degradation, slut shaming kind of but in a hot way, panty ripping, fingering, mean but soft!hongjoong, obedient reader

word count: 1.4k

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“Try again.”

You groan, frustration growing — you’ve been at this for hours; locked up in the studio with Hongjoong, working tirelessly on the track he’s producing for you, and you’re not even halfway through. You knew he was a perfectionist, always needing everything, from his songs to your behaviour, to be of the highest standard, but you hadn’t realised he was so… annoying about it. You’ve been stuck on this line for God knows how long, and you’re not even sure what’s wrong with it. Huffing, you stop yourself from kicking the wall in frustration — you’d made that mistake before and paid for it dearly — and choosing to roll your eyes instead. Unfortunately for you, he catches that as well; a deep frown takes over his face, eyes narrowed. He leans forward, clicking the button to allow his voice to come through to the recording booth. “Try it again,” he repeats. “And watch the attitude.”

“Sorry,” you say, blushing a little.

“Don’t worry,” he smiles. “But remember, doll, this whole studio is soundproof. Start of the line, please.”

That’s the thing about Hongjoong, you’ve found; he’ll say something outrageous, something dangerous that he knows will fluster and affect you, playing on your mind for the rest of the day — and then he’ll move on; changing the subject to something so banal and ordinary so quickly that you wonder if he’d even said it at all. And being in the middle of a session, you can’t even ask him to elaborate; another thing about Hongjoong is that he’s a seasoned professional, and he hates, hates being interrupted or distracted when he’s working.

Biting your lip, you nod your assent, waiting for the backtrack to come in. When it does, you sing the line as best as you can, just in the way he’d told you, and you almost dare think you did a good job — until the sound of Hongjoong’s sighing fills the room. “Come out here,” he says, and his tone leaves little room for negotiation.

Nervously you scurry out and towards him. You move to take a seat in the chair opposite him, but before you can he grabs your waist, tugging you into his lap. He settles you quickly, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh and you clear your throat, staring at him anxiously. “Joong…”

“Your problem,” he starts, ignoring what you’d just said. “Is that you’re unsettled. Don’t you think?”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” you whisper.

“You’re nervous around me,” he says. “Even though I’m trying to help you. Even though I take such good care of you.”

You flush, hanging your head in contrition. “I’m sorry, Joong,” you say. “I don’t know why I can’t do it.”

He sighs, shifting you in his lap. “It’s okay, baby…” His hand comes to touch your face, thumb rubbing tender circles on your cheek. He stares at you knowingly, a slight smile on his face as he speaks softly, almost tenderly to you. “Maybe I can relax you?” He suggests. “Would you let me, honey?”

Heat floods your face, the knowledge of exactly what he means by relaxing you going straight to your gut but you nod obediently; instinctively. “Yes, Joong.”

He exhales sharply, seeming affected but he recovers himself quickly. The hand that was just a moment ago stroking your cheek with such care and affection quickly finds your hair, grabbing a handful of it and yanking your head backwards. “Good doll,” he breathes, holding you tightly before releasing his grip. “Just listen to Joong, okay baby? He knows exactly what you need.”

Naturally and without trying, you find yourself following his words, listening and internalising every command he gives you just as you always do. You’re not sure when or how it started — if it was deliberate (as things usually are with Hongjoong) or simply the way your relationship naturally developed — but you’ve somehow ended up a complete and utter submissive to this man; total putty in his hands, obedient and clinging to his every word. He loves it, and though it scares you a little, so do you. Especially now, as you sink further into his hold, turning weak and pliant in his hands. This is what you need, and he’s going to give it to you. Hongjoong’s going to set you straight and back on track and it couldn’t be more necessary right now.

“I’ll listen,” you mutter and he smiles, chuckling slightly. “Help me, please, Joong.”

“Spread your legs,” he whispers. You flush a little, still embarrassed by the brash way Hongjoong talks to you, but you obediently part your legs, exposing your covered pussy to him. Your skirt is far too short, barely covering your ass even when you’re standing up; now it’s completely bunched around your hips, exposing the thin panties that are your only protection now. Hongjoong’s eyes narrow, lips pursed as he tugs at the material of your skirt. “What were you wearing this for?” He asks.

“What?” You ask softly.

“This tiny little…” He pauses, clicking his tongue in disappointment. Your heart races a little at the dark expression on his face. “Can I even call it a skirt, baby? It’s more like a belt, really. No wonder you were so distracted.”

Your brows furrow, confusion on your face. “Why would that…” You clear your throat, forcing the words out. “Why would that distract me, Joong?”

“Because, little one,” he chuckles, trailing a finger up the inside of your thigh until it’s inches from your heat. “You came here dressed like a slut, so I reckon you expected to be treated like one too. And little sluts can never focus until they get what they want, can they?”

You whine, embarrassed at his words; while you hadn’t come to his studio seeking sex, his accusation hits you in your guts in a way you don’t think it could if there wasn’t even a little truth to it. And it’s not like you selected that particular skirt with the aim of not having sex. Huh…

“I guess not.”

“I guess not,” he echoes. Silently he allows his finger to slip under the fabric of your panties and press into your heat. You gasp at the intrusion, jolting slightly but he keeps a firm hold of you, keeping you still and pliant in his lap. “Not even when their owners command them. Good girl.”

With his other hand he nudges your legs further apart and you obey, spreading them wider and exposing you further. His finger is fully inside you now, pumping you open with precise thrusts but you can tell your panties are cumbersome now; an unwelcome barrier between him and the pleasure he wants to give you; the pleasure you deserve. He moves the other hand to grip your panties in his hand, yanking them to the side; but he’s so strong and so pent up that they don’t just move to the side, they rip entirely, still in his hand when he pulls it away. You yelp in both surprise and embarrassment; you have to do the rest of the session like this — you have to go home like this. “Hongjoong,” you whine and he chuckles, hiding his own surprise.

“See what you make me do, baby,” he mutters. A second finger slides in easily, then a third, and before you know it you’re stretched out and dumb on his fingers. His thumb moves up to rub your clit and you don’t last long when it does; in a matter of minutes you’re spilling all over his fingers, juice gushing into his hand. He doesn’t cease the movement of his fingers as you cum, only relenting when he’s certain you’re sufficiently drained.

“Good darling,” he chuckles. He lets you stay sat in his lap, panting and gasping with his fingers still stuffed inside until you finally come back down to earth and he lifts you up gently, catching you when you stumble slightly from the pressure on your legs. Looking you over, he smiles, and you see as the hungry look in his eyes fades, replaced with the professionalism from before.

And it’s only when he points in the direction of the booth, soft smile on his lips as he tells you “Back in the booth, baby”, that you remember what you were doing here in the first place.

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short studio drabble cus hongjoong’s been acting up lately🌚🌚hope you enjoyed! reblogs and comments are always appreciated. requests are OPEN and im getting to the current ones! love🖤🖤🖤

I’m going absolutely feral over this man…

You know how villains snap their heads when they’re mad….

hongjoong in this outfit has done irreparable damage to me🤤

I suddenly get very emotional when I see this.. their tension increases before they go to the stage. Like how excited they are to answer Hongjoong as their captain, their spirits especially wooyoung with his excited-smiles could be seen..

They feel throbbing and nervous, of course, but still pull themselves together, eager to shout "8 makes 1 team" then lit up the Coachella stage with how cool they are.. 🥹🤍🤍🤍🤍

Their dreams come true one by one.. KEEP RISING UP AND UP ATEEZ, ATINY WITH YOU ALL FOREVER!! ♾️♾️♾️

reblogging since this flopped but i thought it was good☹️

the promotion • wooyoung

wooyoung is your rival for a promotion at work, and you’d both do anything to get it

inspired by the devil wears prada.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: office!au, coworker!wooyoung, bosses!seonghwa and hongjoong. bisexual characters, implied switch!wooyoung, workplace rivalry. hate sex, let’s-see-who’s-really-better-sex, semi-public sex (nightclub bathroom), some spanks, some dirty talk, honestly mild for me but still pretty filthy

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From the day you started working here, Wooyoung’s been your nemesis. And that’s not an exaggeration — he said so himself, the very first time you walked through the doors to your shared office, clutching your bags and books and essential items and desperately trying to make it to your desk without dropping anything.

“Hi,” you’d said to him, still breathless as you introduced yourself.

He looked up from the desk, narrow eyes piercing through the silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He’d looked you up and down, pursing his lips before letting out a huff, rolling his eyes. “I’m Wooyoung,” he’d said. “And I’m next in line for the promotion. So until I get it you can consider me your enemy.”

It hadn’t taken you long to find out what he’d meant — as the two junior executive assistants to Kim Hongjoong, editor of Vogue Korea and the most powerful man in fashion, you were both on equal footing and of equal importance to Hongjoong. Or at least you would be, were his senior executive assistant, a severe but relatively friendly man named Seonghwa, not leaving his post at the end of the season month — ostensibly to take an editorial position at a rival magazine; though, if Wooyoung and his circle of gossips were to be believed, perhaps due in no small part to his alleged liaisons with the boss. Whatever, you thought, that’s not important — what’s important is the big, gaping, well-paid hole that would be left by Seonghwa’s absence; one that could potentially lead to a position on the editorial board itself. Just like it had for Hongjoong.

Common-sense would, of course, dictate the promotion go to Wooyoung — he’d been here longer and had certainly shown himself to be far more dedicated to the magazine than you, only really here for the work experience, could ever pretend to be. But your work ethic and efficency was something to be reckoned with; and the boss himself, tight-lipped and not at all fond of gossip, had refused to commit either way and, when he’d overheard Wooyoung bragging to a secretary that the job was basically his, had given him a scolding in his office that was so loud it permeated through the closed doors and, you must admit, gave you a great deal of satisfaction. And if Wooyoung hadn’t despised you before, your inability to hide your satisfied smirk as he’d trudged sheepishly back to his desk, certainly gave him reason too. “I’ll kill you,” he’d mouthed in your direction.

“I’ll kill you first,” you’d mouthed back.

In the months since that incident, the area outside Hongjoong’s office, piled with papers and drafts and clip-outs strewn across the two face-to-face desks, the tension has been palpable. Wooyoung refuses to talk to you about anything except work, and you’ve had little desire to change that — from the work-related conversations you have had, you’ve found him to be a bratty, snooty, thoroughly unpleasant person to be around. The only people he doesn’t talk down to are, of course, Seonghwa and Hongjoong themselves, and much to your annoyance, it’s clear they have a soft spot for him; it’s the only explanation for why he hasn’t been fired or demoted after all the times he’s disrespected the CEOs, designers and other editors that pass by his desk. You scoff just thinking about it but you admit you see where they’re coming from — Wooyoung, while unpleasant, is the kind of unpleasant that makes you want to kiss his cheeks as much as throw him through the window. And you can’t deny, he’s attractive in a sultry, magical kind of way, and probably takes better care of himself than you do. His face would be utterly magnificent if only it weren’t wearing a sneer all the time.

Today he’s outdone himself — it’s the day of Seonghwa’s leaving party, the same party where Hongjoong will apparently pull one of you aside and tell you you’ve been promited; ever-dramatic, you’ve found your boss can be. The day of the party and you’ve somehow found yourself without any information or invite. You doubt you’d have even known a party was happening had one of the secretaries not asked you what you were going to wear to it and you’d looked at her with utter confusion. She’d rolled her eyes, clearly realising what had happened; “Ask me who’s organising it,” she’d whispered, and you didn’t need to do so to get the answer — you just had to follow her gaze as it wandered over to Wooyoung’s desk, where he was hard at work looking through some papers.

As she pranced away, declaring it the end of her lunch break, you’d scowled over at Wooyoung — part of you wanted to march over and confront him, but you didn’t want to make a scene. And hey, he’d put a wonderful scheme in place to ensure you looked like a no-show and thereby excluded yourself from consideration for a promotion — he deserved a few more hours of thinking it had been successful. You’d break the news to him at the party, right before Hongjoong whisked you away for your promotion — yes, you wanted it now despite knowing Wooyoung was more deserving. You wanted to beat him.

Pulling up to the club written on the invitation your secretary friend had grabbed for you, you hear the music and chatter of the attendees even before it comes into view. You step out the car, invitation in hand and dressed to impress — you have to be, if you’re going to fit it in here — as you approach the security. You hand them the invitation and your ID, letting them scrutinise you — you look rather young, admittedly — before they nod, allowing you in.

You’re not a club person, never have been — it’s too noisy and crowded and messy for you to have any fun and it’s not like the company on the dance floor is much better — but you must admit, Wooyoung’s done a good job. It’s a classy set up; even the bartenders are clad in formal, butler-like attire that, you note with a giggle, they look utterly incensed to be wearing. No expense has been spared, apparently, certainly not according to the chapagmes listed on the menu handed to you as you walk in — all exquisite and all on-the-house.

You take a few minutes to mingle, circling between the attendees who you’re of varying familiarity with. Seonghwa greets you with a smile, noting your get-up with an appreciative whistle; Hongjoong, too, seems to look at you with almost hungry eyes. That bodes well, you think. Even as you walk away, not wanting to intrude on the conversation they then strike up with another senior editor, you feel their eyes fixed on your retreating form. You’d feel embarrassed and flustered, perhaps even want to do something about it, were you not here as a professional — one with a motive at that. You’re here to get promoted and finally beat Wooyoung, and if you can do that without causing a scandal in the process, it will make your victory even sweeter.

You find Wooyoung pretty quickly after that; though he apparently finds you first, as you’ve barely registered his presence before his hands are on your waist, yanking you towards him in what a stranger may mistake as friendliness. You know better though — he’s mad.

“Who let you in?” He snaps. “How did you even find out about this?”

“Security,” you say. You hold up your invitation, dangling it in his face almost mockingly — no, you may as well be honest here: completely mockingly. “Ahyoung gave this to me.”

“Meddler,” you hear him mutter. You notice his eyes fixed on your dress and with good reason; gold and shimmering, it hugs your curves perfectly and illuminates you in a way you’ve never shown yourself before — certainly not in the office. “You’re wearing that,” he says. You swear he must be drawing blood from how hard he’s biting his lip.

“Yes, Wooyoung,” you say. “I’m wearing that.”

He swallows, and you feel his discomfort as he stares you down. You look good, and you both know it. It’s going to be really, really hard for him to screw you over now — just as you intended. “It looks good,” he says. “Even on you.”

“Drink with me,” you say. He cocks an eyebrow at the change of subject, perhaps expecting you to bite back or get offended by his words; but you’re in the lead now and you want to celebrate. “Come on,” you say.

You grab his wrist, ignoring the pained sound he makes at your tight grip — he deserves that, after the way he’s treated you. Reaching the bar you order five shots of vodka, more than enough to get you where you need to be. True to Wooyoung, he orders six — always needing to outdo you at every turn. You down each of them together, feeling yourself get looser and less inhibited as the bitter alcohol pours down your throat. “Fuck!” You both yell as you finish your last one. You laugh at the coincidence and he smiles too; the first smile he’s ever given to you. It fills you with a strange warmth that the alcohol can’t entirely explain away.

“More?” You ask, gesturing towards the vodka bottle still tantalisingly close on the top of the bar.

Wooyoung chuckles. “As much as I’d love to see you embarrass yourself tonight,” he says, “and believe me, I’d love it, I think we’ve both had enough.”

“I’m fine,” you reply, shaking your head.

He tilts his head, amused smile on his lips. “I know you are. I have something else in mind.”

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You’re not entirely sure how you get here; one minute you’re at the bar with Wooyoung and the next you’re on the dancefloor, hands wrapped tightly around each other's hips as you move to the pounding beats of the music. You’ve discovered now that Wooyoung is, annoyingly, an incredible dancer; his moves are fluid and effortless and entirely in contrast to the intense, scrutinising stare he fixes on you. You try to match his movements but to your chagrin you can’t keep up; he’s a natural.

You feel eyes on you and see you’ve caught the attention of a few of the other attendees, including your bosses, who watch you bemusedly as you dance with your arch-nemesis, the man you’d sworn to destroy — who’d sworn to destroy you. They don’t look surprised, much to your annoyance, and converse with each other with knowing smiles. Huffing, you turn back to Wooyoung, who apparently no longer has any desire to keep his gaze from your chest. Looking down you see your breasts are raised and glistening with sweat, and it’s no wonder he looks so affected. You chuckle; this wasn’t a particular part of your plan, but it could certainly be useful. If you can keep his attention on you — well, on those — you can direct your attention elsewhere, and finally take the winning shot you’ve been gearing for all night. You smile; you’re not as easily distracted as you seem. You came here with a mission and it’s not one a few shots or Wooyoung’s admittedly flustering attention can derail. You’re a winner. You’re going to win.

You lean in closer, letting your lips ghost across his neck in a deliberate, fleeting touch as you raise yourself up to whisper in his ear. “You’re not very subtle, are you?” You say, but above the music it’s more of a yell.

He blushes, an annoyingly cute sight, and shakes his head. “Neither are you,” he says. “I don’t believe for a second you had that dress laying around.”

“Of course I didn’t,” you laugh. “Checked it out of the archives as soon as I found out about your secret party.”

“I invited you,” he says, but his eyes say he knows you know he’s lying. “Perhaps it got lost in the mail.”

You laugh out loud; the alcohol makes it so you have to lie your head on his shoulder to steady yourself. You don’t read into it — but you hope he does. “I’ve heard a lot of stuff gets lost between your desk and mine,” you say. “Briefings, memos… invitations. Lucky I found out, isn’t it?”

“Very,” he replies, and with his gaze still fixed on your chest you get the feeling that this time he’s being genuine.

You him, staring him up and down for a moment as you consider your plan. There’s an easy way out of this — keep distracting him until you can find a moment to speak to Hongjoong, show him why you’d be the best pick in more ways than one. Or you could go the other — riskier, certainly. But the rewards? Oh, the rewards…

And that is how you end up here; this time not for reasons you can excuse or blame on Wooyoung. The bathroom door slams shut behind you as you pull each other in. He locks it carefully, checking it truly is sealed before turning to you, hunger in his eyes — and success in yours.

“Take off my dress,” you say.

He opens his mouth, taken aback. “What?”

You roll your eyes. “I couldn’t have been more clear, Wooyoung. Take off my dress.”

“O…kay,” he says, sounding uncertain. In the lights of the bathroom he’s not very clear, but you see the flush on his face as his shaking hands slowly peel the tight fabric away from your body. When it finally drops to the floor, pooling around your black heels, he gapes; your black, lacy lingerie is a welcome surprise, covering everything and nothing at the same time. “Wow,” he breathes.

“You like it?” You ask, trying to sound unsure — trying to sound modest. Even though you know exactly what you’re doing.

“Of course.”

“Then take yours off, too,” you smile. “We’ll see who really deserves that promotion.”

“What does that have to do with this?” He asks — but he’s pulling his clothes off, so he clearly isn’t too bothered about the correlation. “Just because Seonghwa was fucking Hongjoong doesn’t mean we all have to.”

You snort, rolling your eyes until he finally removes his shirt, exposing his surprisingly toned, tanned and glistening abs. Your mouth waters slightly; you lick your lips in anticipation. He snaps his fingers. “Subtlety, please,” he chuckles.

“Fuck off,” you retort. “And I know we don’t have to fuck Hongjoong. But don’t act like you’re not planning on it.”

He stills for a moment; apparently he hadn’t expected you to say that — or to know that. He huffs. “There goes my edge.”

“So it’s true!” Forgetting where you are, your proclamation comes out as a yell, certainly alerting anyone outside to your presence. Wooyoung hisses in surprise and before you register what he’s doing, clamps his hand over your mouth, muffling you. It’s a rushed, thoughtless act — but it goes straight to your pussy.

You stand there silently for a moment, waiting to see if anyone heard you, if anyone’s going to interrupt you. When they don’t he releases you, looking annoyed. “Keep your fucking voice down,” he mutters. “But yes, it’s true. But I wasn’t going to fuck him to get the job, you know.”

“Right,” you say. “Just as part of the job. But you’re forgetting something, aren’t you, Wooyoung?” He cocks an eyebrow, curious as he awaits your answer. You lean into him, breath hot on his neck as you whisper into his ear, making him shiver involuntarily. “I have a hole too.”

His reaction is instantaneous; without a word he spins you around, harshly bending you over the sink. You lank painfully on your chest, a squeak of surprise leaving you as he slaps your ass a little harder than is playful. “Bitch,” he spits, slapping you again. “Fuck, I hate you so much.”

“So do I,” you snap back.

“You’re ruining my life.”

“So are you!”

“I’m ripping your panties.”

You’re about to reply, not having fully processed his words when before you can stop him you hear the painful sound of expensive, intricate fabrics ripping as he tears them apart to expose your ass and pussy. You shout his name indignantly and he silences you with another slap. “Don’t worry, baby,” he purrs. “I’ll buy you an even nicer pair with my new senior assistant salary.”

“Like hell you will,” you grunt. You writhe in his hold, a tantrum more than an actual indication of displeasure and he chuckles.

“You’re right,” he replies. “If you keep this attitude up, I might just let you take the loss. Hold still.”

You hear rustling behind you before wet fingers poke at your hole, making you gasp — his saliva-covered digits work you open quickly and efficiently before he pulls them out and something much bigger replaces them. You whip your head round in momentary panic, and are both relieved and confused to see a condom sat snugly on his dick. “Where did you get that?” You ask.

He shoots a look at you like it’s supposed to be obvious. “I brought it.”

Your jaw drops slightly before you regain your composure. “You planned this?” You ask, a little incredulous; you feel a little cheated, knowing Wooyoung also had plans for this evening.

“No,” he says. “You did.”

You flush, caught but still hopeful; just because he knows your game doesn’t mean you can’t still win it — it’s your game, after all. “Fine,” you huff. “Hurry up and fuck me.”

He snorts, pushing all the way in and adding a sharp, deep thrust for good measure. “God, you’re fucking rude,” he grumbles. “I’m gonna set you so fucking straight before I become your boss.”

“If you do,” you say, but it’s not quite the winning line you’d hoped for because halfway through Wooyoung starts to move, and he does not ease you into it. He’s not massive but fairly big and fuck if he isn’t skilled — you hadn’t expected it, honestly, especially not from someone as petulant and bratty as Wooyoung. You didn’t think he’d have enough experience… giving… to be this good at it.

As the pace continues to speed up you feel yourself losing your mind a little bit — his hand is tight in your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to stare into the mirror in front of you, traitorously revealing the overwhelmed yet blissed-out expression on your face. Just from your eyes Wooyoung can tell you’ve never been this high before — never been pleasured so deeply and thoroughly and you hate the pleasure it undoubtedly fills him with. God, you hate giving him anything — but you apparently have no problem taking. Your cries get louder, moans strangled and screamed as he goes harder and the hand in your hair moves to clamp over your mouth again. “God,” he growls in your ear. “You just can’t keep fucking quiet, can you?”

You try to reply but it comes out as more of a garbled moan, making you flush and he chuckles. “Alright, baby,” he says. “I’m gonna cum now, then we’ll get you cleaned up so we can go get my promotion. How does that sound?”

From around your pleasure your manage to spit out a “fuck off, Wooyoung,” but rather than pissing him off, it makes him coo. Apparently, you are fucking cute to him now.

“Yeah, baby,” he chuckles. “Keep talking like this. You definitely have the high ground now.”

You groan, both in pleasure and anger as his thrusts get less ordered and more frantic, like he’s chasing something — you know exactly what. You gasp, preparing yourself as the pressure of his hand on your mouth increases.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby,” he grunts. “Keep that hole nice and open for me.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before he comes; apparently it feels so good he has to bite down on your shoulder to stop himself from yelling but you don’t care; not when your own orgasm so quickly follows when he presses a finger to your clit and applies embarrassingly little pressure. He chuckles as you come undone, pulling out of you when you finally collapse and helping you to your feet. “Who’s getting promoted now, do you think?” He grins.

“Fuck,” you groan. “That was so unfair, Wooyoung. You can’t just— do that when I’m trying to get a promotion.”

He snorts, shaking his head at what you admit is audacity on your part. He smiles rather fondly at you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “This was your game, sweetheart,” he whispers smugly. “I just played it.”

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just a shortish thing that randomly came to me when i was thinking of ideas & also because i havent written any solo wooyoung fics? and i needed to fix that. last without his own fic is jongho but i have a couple things potentially in the works for him. anyway, hope you like this! who u think got promoted?? leave any thoughts and reblog & comment if you liked it! it’s a very big motivator for me. requests are OPEN!