Undone | Kmg X Fem!chubby!reader

Undone | kmg x fem!chubby!reader

Mingyu's the CEO of his company, he can't be late. But, then again, maybe he can when his goddess of a girlfriend is tempting him like this.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.3k | Genre: smut, romance

Warnings: ceo!mingyu, masturbation, clit stim, oral f.rec., multiple orgasms, big dick!mingyu, shower sex, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie, mingyu is sooooo in love w u, cum eating, little sir kink at the end

Reader Notes: chubby, has breasts and a vagina, live in gf

Mingyu watches as you wake slowly, your eyes blinking open to find dust floating through sunbeams and him half naked in front of you. He’s in the process of buttoning up his slacks, his biceps flexing with the movement and drawing your eye before your gaze inevitably lands on his toned chest and abdomen. You’re so busy staring that you don’t even notice he is too, his eyes caught on the way the sheets drape over your lush, naked body.

The white of the fabric makes your skin glow, and it’s thin enough he can trace every roll and curve and hill, the thickness, the sturdiness of you intoxicating to him as always. He doesn’t need to be gentle with you, but he usually is anyway, doesn’t like touching you with anything but love and tenderness (unless, of course, you ask for something different, or draw it out of him on your own).

His devotion to you is staggering at times, sheer adoration making his heart swell in his rib cage when he so much as thinks of you. And when he’s near you? All of his thoughts are consumed with how you’re feeling: if you’re happy, if you’re in need or want, if you’re in love. He does his best to make sure you’re happy at all times, that you don’t need or want for anything, and with just one look into your eyes, he knows that you’re just as gone for him as he is for you.

It’s the most secure and fulfilled he’s ever felt in a relationship, and everything is made better by the fact that you’re a fucking goddess.

A goddess who’s only just noticed his staring.

You smile up at him shyly, clutching the sheets to your full breasts with one hand and reaching the other out to him. He takes it, pulls it to his lips to press an affectionate kiss on the back before giving it a squeeze and releasing it before you can pull him into your orbit. He needs to finish getting ready for work, he may be the CEO but that doesn’t mean he can be late (technically, it does, but Mingyu knows that if he lets himself get caught up in you, he won’t go to work at all).

He grabs his undershirt from the end of the bed and leans down to give you a soft, slow kiss as he pulls it on, his fingers going clumsy when you nip his bottom lip.

Work, work, work, he chants in his head, nearly cursing when he feels your tongue swipe over the stinging spot. He does swear as he pulls away, his pout mirroring yours and his feet carrying him toward the en suite so he doesn’t climb right back into bed with you.

He moves through the rest of his routine quickly, humming to himself and trying to fix his messy, cropped hair with some pomade and prayer. He let it get so long before this last haircut, and the shortness is taking some getting used to. You’ve told him you love it though, so he loves it too.

He’s brushing his teeth when you enter the bathroom, clad in just your panties with your tits on full display. His cock twitches in his slacks and he groans around the toothbrush, his hands going to brace himself on the counter as he hangs his head to escape the sight of you. He waits until he hears the shower start up to spit and rinse, inspecting his teeth in the mirror and doing his absolute best to ignore the sight of your silhouette through the foggy shower door.

He leaves to get a button down and a tie, pausing in the middle of the bedroom to put it on and do a double Windsor, and just as he’s tightening it, he hears a sharp gasp over the patter of the shower water hitting the marble.

His eyes clench shut and he fights the urge to sink to his knees, his restraint nearly spent, as he realizes that you’re fucking touching yourself. You’re touching yourself, and he has to go to work, but how can he leave when he knows that you get to feel that perfect cunt and he doesn’t?

So with trembling fingers he undoes the knot, flinging the tie on the bed before ripping his button down and undershirt off. He unbuttons his slacks as he walks, letting them fall and stepping out of them (and just barely tripping on one pant leg). He yanks the shower door open and climbs in still wearing his gray boxer briefs, his hard cock pulling the fabric taut as it darkens with precum and drops of water.

You’re leaning against the wall with your head tilted back and your eyes gently shut but they fly open when he enters the shower, your gaze finding his as your expression of pleasure becomes one of shock.

“What, baby? Did you really think I’d go, knowing what you’re doing?” He crowds into you, his throbbing dick pressing against your soft belly, trapping your hand between his body and yours.

“Yes?” You sound unsure, as if you really did expect that.

“Wait, you weren’t trying to get me to stay?” He’s confused, why have you been so fucking alluring if you weren’t trying to seduce him into not going to the office?

“I mean, of course I want you to stay, but I was actually trying to let you go for once,” you shrug, and he can hear it in your voice that it’s the truth.

“Why were you naked when you came into the bathroom, then?”

“Because your natural reaction to me taking my shirt off is pinning me against a wall, I figured not putting on one might be better.”

Hm. Mingyu supposes that’s fair.

“Well, do you want me to go?” He asks almost rhetorically, knowing you’ll say-

“No! Stay, Gyu,” you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, one he returns without thought. Kissing you, loving you, is as easy as falling asleep in a sunbeam.

Even easier is slipping his hand between your thighs and feeling at the arousal that’s gathered. You’re wet and messy all over, your clit hard and swollen under the pad of his finger as he rubs tight, fast circles, aiming to make you cum before you can even take another breath.

He groans into your mouth, cups one of your breasts with his free hand, and presses harder, swallowing your sounds as you shudder in bliss against him. He breaks away and drops to his knees when your noises start to die down, pulling one thick thigh onto his shoulder and burying his face in the oasis of your pussy.

Your taste coats his tongue, every thought in his head drifting away as he pushes it inside of you, feeling your inner muscles fluttering around it and groaning at the sensation. The vibrations make you whimper and he shoves his nose into your clit, desperate to hear that sound again, to make you make that sound again.

His hands sink into your plush ass and pull you onto him, encouraging you to roll your hips and ride his face, his fingers dimpling your skin and spreading you open so he can get his tongue even deeper. He feels drunk with it, his pulse in his cock as it leaks into his underwear and his heart in his throat as he pushes you higher and higher.

He just wants you to cum, needs to feel it, taste it, own it, needs to know that he’s making you feel good. Tears burn in his eyes when you break, his lungs aching with a lack of air, but he used to be a swimmer, so he can handle a little breath holding and some watery eyes if it means he gets to feel you gush into his mouth.

And you do gush, oh, you get so wet it drips down his chin, so wet it paints his taste buds, so wet it makes his stinging eyes roll back in his head as he feels his cock jerk with a dry orgasm. He can’t stop moaning into you, your pleasure so relentless it’s become his own, heat spooling in his stomach as his balls fill and tighten.

He stands swiftly, his knees only slightly shaky, and shucks his now soaked boxers before taking his dick in his hand and guiding it between your legs. He wants to give you some time to come down so he doesn’t slide in yet, just drags his cockhead through your folds and nudges it against your clit until your hands delve into his hair and pull.

“Mingyu-” He’s inside you before you can begin your threat, sinking home in one easy thrust and groaning loudly into the steamy air as he settles into heaven. That's how you feel, like euphoria embodied, like every wish and every dream encapsulated in one person. His person.

“Fuck, I love you,” he sighs into your mouth, swallowing your words when you repeat them back and thanking you with a deep roll of his hips. His cock is thick, long, and just a little bit curved, just enough that he can tap your g-spot if he angles his hips right, and once he gets one of your legs up around his waist, it’s perfect.

You open up for him even more, your cunt still stretched enough from last night that he glides in and out of you with ease, though your walls hug him like a vise with every hit to your g-spot. One of his hands grips at the fat of your thigh and the other comes up to cup your throat, pressing you into the heated shower wall.

His big hand is gentle on your neck as he squeezes, your pulse thundering under his touch as your eyelashes flutter. He doesn’t hold tight for long, just until he knows you’re dizzy with a lack of air (and with a lot of dick), letting go when he feels your lungs try to expand against his chest.

His hand leaves your neck to palm your breast, his fingers plucking and rolling your nipple as you gasp and whine and arch into him. He fucks you like that, with one hand on your luscious breast and the other on your supple thigh, until the shower is so steamy he can barely breathe, until tears are mixing with the falling water, until you cry out for him.

“Mingyu, I want you to cum in me so bad,” you breathe, clenching him tight with your perfect pussy and pulling his hair, knowing it’ll make him come undone. He has no choice but to obey, his heavy balls drawing up and his cock getting even harder inside you as his mind goes blank and he fills you with hot, white cum.

He doesn’t know how long it goes on or what he says, all he knows is that when it’s over, his throat is hoarse and your skin is hot against his like you’re blushing. Most likely things about how he’ll never want anyone but you, how your body is the only one that will ever take him again, how he’ll get lost in your eden day after day after day, for as long as you’re willing to have him.

So, a marriage proposal, basically.

He doesn’t think you’re opposed, considering the fact that you’re shivering and cumming around his still-hard cock, the undulations of your walls pulling the last bit of ecstasy from him. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck as he melts into you, his whole body curling around yours as he drags his hands away from your breast and thigh to wrap you up in a hug.

Your leg stays locked around him for as long as you can hold it up, and when you get tired and let it fall, he simply gathers you closer to him, holding you up so you can relax your legs and relax into him. He presses his lips along your neck and jaw, making his way to your mouth to capture you in a deep, slow kiss as his softening cock slips out of you.

The shower still hasn’t run cold and Mingyu thanks himself for springing for his own water heater when he remodeled this penthouse. It means there’s enough time for both of you to bathe and make out a little more, and for him to eat his own cum out of your pussy before rinsing you clean with gentle hands.

You’re dozing against him when he shuts the shower off and opens the door, steam escaping and filling the bathroom, making him pout when the mirror fogs up and he can no longer see your nude form in the reflection.

He wraps you up in a towel and attempts to wrap your hair up in your microfiber towel too, though he must be doing it wrong because you wake up enough to do it yourself, pushing his hands away and bending over to twist your hair in the towel. He’s fucking insatiable, apparently, because all he can think about is sliding into you and fucking you again, holding you just like that.

“Don’t you have to get to work?” You ask when he makes no move to dry himself off or leave the bathroom, instead sidling up behind you and grasping your hips.

“I’m the CEO, I can miss one day,” he murmurs as he presses his hand to your back, keeping you bent over.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

Oh fuck, he’s dead.

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Endless Adoration

❝ Mingyu has been irrevocably in love with you since he was in high school. He decides to keep this a secret until he can move on since you’ve only ever seen him as your best friend’s brother. However, his plan goes awry when you ask him to take your virginity and teach you about sex—as a friend, of course. ❞

PAIRING: kim mingyu x female reader

GENRE: best friends brother au, friends with benefits au, fluff, smut

WORD COUNT: 7.2k

WARNINGS: bestie’s brother!mingyu, virgin!reader, secret pining, suppressed feelings, discourse of how to pronounce caramel, mingyu is the textbook definition of down bad, loss of virginity, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mirror sex, riding, squirting, multiple creampies

A/N: this fic is my contribution to the fall season and part of the fall-ing for you collab! hope you all enjoy! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

It’s no secret that Mingyu is an affectionate man.

Acts of service and giving out his affection is his love language, and everyone knows it. Which is why no one really questions his behavior toward you. If he laughs a little too hard at something you said or always comes to your defense even when you’re wrong, it’s not really suspicious because he’s just a kind and gentle guy.

His little sister, however, does not see it that way.

Minseo knows her brother, and while he may be a walking green flag and a gentleman among beasts, he’s not that nice. Vernon argues that it’s only because you two are best friends that Mingyu treats you just a bit better than anyone else. It’s a viable argument, yet the little telltale signs point to Mingyu’s actions being more than common curtesy.

Like now as you’re arguing with Seungkwan during game night about the correct pronunciation of your favorite candy.

“It’s caramel.”

You scoff, eyebrows furrowed defiantly as you glare at Seungkwan. “No. It’s caramel.”

Vernon and Seokmin watch the exchange with amused smiles while Mingyu watches her brother. He wears a similar expression, except there’s a subtle emotion in his eyes as he’s looking at you. It’s been there since you slapped down your last two Uno cards in repulsed shock when Seungkwan mispronounced caramel.

Ten minutes later, neither of you are willing to concede to the other and Mingyu still looks like a lovesick puppy.

“In what world is it caramel?” Seungkwan screeches, rising up from his spot on the couch.

“Mingyu.” You call suddenly. “Is it caramel or caramel?”

Two pair of heated eyes look over to him pointedly. The room goes silent as everyone waits for the answer that will possibly get you two to stop arguing. Minseo watches her brother carefully as he puts down his nearly empty beer bottle. The move seems casual, but she knows he does it to distract himself from the fact that you’re practically saying take my side.

“It’s caramel.”

“Ha!” You yell in victory, pointing a smug finger at a sulking Seungkwan. “I told you!”

Your friend’s pout is bitter. “That’s not fair! You only asked Mingyu because you know he’s going to agree with you no matter what!”

It’s true, and the rest of your giggling friends know it. Minseo doesn’t miss her brother’s bashful smile, and it makes her realize that there might actually be something deeper than just a crush. So she waits until all the guests leave to confront her brother about his not-so-subtle behavior.

“Is there something going on with you and Y/N?”

Now, her brother is naturally clumsy and pretty terrible at hiding his feelings, but Minseo didn’t expect him to drop all the board games he was carrying. He scrambles to pick up all the scattered pieces, pointedly looking at the ground and not up at her with a pout like he would’ve usually done.

“I—” He coughs awkwardly as he haphazardly shoves random pieces into the wrong boxes. “What are you talking about?”

It’s almost insulting that he thinks he can hide the truth from her. “I mean that I already know everything. So quit playing, and tell me how long this has been going on.”

Mingyu’s broad shoulders slump in defeat. He should’ve known that Minseo would find out (she had a knack for finding out everything), but he honestly didn’t expect her to find out this soon.

“Fine.” His tone is resigned as he puts the precariously stacked board games on the coffee table. “It’s true that I took Y/N’s virginity, but I swear that I only did it because she asked—”

“You what?”

His sister’s sharp tone makes him pause. Minseo’s mouth is dropped open and her eyes are almost popping out of her head. Belatedly, Mingyu realizes that his little sister is not referring to the favor you had asked him to do weeks ago. An uncomfortable chill goes down his spine.

Fuck.

You were going to kill him.

It’s not Mingyu’s fault.

When you came to him and asked him to teach you how to have sex, he was rendered powerless to your pretty eyes that shined with so much trust. He knows it’s wrong for him to take his little sister’s best friend’s virginity, but ever since you were kids, he’s never been able to tell you no. Years later, nothing has changed.

“Spread them wider, baby.” His voice rasps as his hands go to pry your thighs apart until he’s left with the sight of your glistening cunt.

Mingyu’s cock twitches at the sight of your pretty pussy. Fuck. You’re dripping in your own arousal, and all he’s done is kiss you and mark up a few places on your body. And yet, there’s already a messy web of arousal covering your puffy lips. His groan is deep and almost animalistic when he sees your pretty cunt clenching with need.

Minseo be damned, he was going to absolutely ruin you.

You mewl softly when Mingyu presses his middle and index fingers against your cunt to spread your lips apart. The heat from his fingers feels different from when you touch yourself. It feels so much better, and you have to bite your lip to stop the moans and whimpers from escaping like they want.

Your best friend’s brother has always been unfairly attractive, but he’s never looked hotter to you than he does now, licking his pink lips while looking at your pussy.

Mingyu glances up at you with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve really never done this before?”

The beefy puppy between your legs thinks he might actually come untouched when you pout at him. That exact look is what got him into this situation in the first place. Your adorable pout always brought him to his knees.

“Gyu.” You whine, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. “You said you wouldn’t tease me.”

He loves when you call him that, and it takes everything in him to hold himself back from shoving his cock inside you and fucking you roughly like he wants. That would have to be for another time.

“I’m not, baby.” He assures you before he presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. “I just need to know how far I should take this.”

The frown you give him is oddly determined. “You said you’d teach me everything.”

Fuck.

Mingyu wonders if you actually know what you’re asking for, but then he has to remind himself that you’re only inexperienced, not stupid. You came to him because you trust him, and he wouldn’t ever betray that trust. If you happened to be uncomfortable with anything, he would stop right away. Though, it seems like you have no intentions of telling him to stop.

The soft moan you let out when Mingyu starts to gently toy with your dripping slit is like music to his ears. He thinks you can’t get any hotter, but then you buck your aching cunt into his hand as if to say get on with it. Ever powerless to your desires, Mingyu slips two fingers past your folds. He curls them experimentally, feeling your warm, wet cunt stretch around his long fingers. Just as he thought. Virgin tight.

“Fuck.” His growl is deep and has you clenching down on his fingers. “I need to taste you.”

Arousal is clouding your mind and making you feel drunk. The way Mingyu is looking at you like you’re the thing he’s wanted the most in the world has you gushing all over his fingers. His hot mouth latches on to your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You cry out loudly as his fingers slowly start to fuck your hole, stretching you out to prepare you for his cock.

“Gyu!” You cry out as you arch you back, grinding your cunt into his face in search of release.

Your moans become broken when he forces his tongue into the tightness of your pussy. The groans he lets out makes you release more juices into his awaiting mouth. It’s almost embarrassing the way his room is suddenly full of the wet squelching sounds coming from your cunt, but you feel too good to actually care.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Mingyu groans into your sopping cunt. “You have the sweetest little cunt.”

All you can focus on is the way his tongue is fucking into you with a force that has you seeing stars. He runs his soft tongue along your aching folds skillfully until all you can do is cry out for him. Mingyu smirks into your folds, fingers slowly massaging deep inside you. The wanton cries you’re letting out make him scissor his fingers so you’ll be prepped enough to take his cock.

When you look down and see Mingyu’s pretty eyes looking up at you with unadulterated desire, the coil building in your stomach abruptly snaps. Mingyu moans along with you as you come all over his face. His cock twitches against the sheets when you keep rocking your hips to grind your cunt into his mouth. With a low groan, he keeps going, using his tongue to fuck you through your orgasm.

You’re a panting mess by the time he pulls away. His chin is covered in your release, and you briefly wonder how someone can be so fucking attractive. Mingyu licks his lips before he smashes them on yours. The taste of your own release makes you moan into his mouth, loving how his lips feel against yours.

You chase his lips when he suddenly pulls away. It’s almost cruel of him to laugh when you whine petulantly after he doesn’t give you what you want. But you can’t truly be mad. Not when it concerns Mingyu.

“Are you ready?”

Your attention is quickly drawn to his throbbing cock. He can’t deny the pleasure it gives him to see you gaping at it. It makes Mingyu think about the face you’ll make when he’s splitting you open.

“It’s...” Huge. You swallow nervously. “Will it fit?”

You can’t take your eyes off his monstrous dick. He’s stroking himself slowly, smearing the precum dribbling from his fat tip all over his veiny length. You can only watch in fascination like you’re in a trance, pussy clenching in desire. The only dicks you’ve ever seen are the ones from porn, but even those don’t compare to how thick and pretty Mingyu’s looks.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl.” Mingyu licks his lips, mind clouded with a lustful haze. “I’ll make it fit.”

The face you make when he uses your arousal to get his dick wet nearly makes him come right then and there. After years of fucking his fist to the thought of you, he finally has you underneath him looking more irresistible than ever.

“Ready, baby?” The pet name continues to fall from his lips so easily, and it’s making you unreasonably more horny than you already are. “Remember you can tell me to stop anytime.”

“Okay.” You breathe out in anticipation. Instead of being nervous, you’re just eager, and you know it’s because you’re doing this with Mingyu who actually cares about you.

Mingyu shudders in pleasure as he slowly sinks his leaking tip into your tight pussy. Your warm and wet and already gripping him so tightly that he wonders if he’ll come once he gets the rest of cock inside you. The choked gasp of pleasure you let out makes him throb with pride and arousal. Your pretty mouth is dropped open in a silent moan, and he has to swoop down to give you a sweet kiss.

You whimper into his mouth, starting to feel the stretch burn as he continues to slide in deeper. Mingyu pulls away to place tender kisses along your jaw, whispering into your heated skin about how good you’re taking him. A soft moan is pulled from your throat when he rubs gentle circles on your clit. It eases the sting, and soon enough pleasure cancels out the pain.

“G-Gyu.” You mewl as he finally bottoms out, heavy balls resting against your ass. “Fuck. Your cock is so big.”

Your fucked out whine makes his dick throb. Mingyu only offers you a shy chuckle, thumb still working your sensitive clit. Your hot cunt is pulsing and gripping him so tightly that he knows the slightest movement will have him busting inside you. And while that’s one thing he’s dreamed of for a long time, this was about your pleasure not his.

“Like it?” His voice is seductive and not teasing at all which just turns you on more. “Tell me, pretty girl. Let me hear you.”

His hips shift, and it makes his cock curve into your sweet spot that makes you arch your back. The moan you let out is louder this time, hips bucking in need. Your arousal is drenching his cock and spilling down to coat his heavy sack.

“Feels so fucking good, Gyu! Please move!” You whimper desperately as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Mingyu moans into your skin, hips moving upon your command. He starts to thrust in and out of your hot cunt with precise yet slow movements. His hands trail up to your bouncing tits, gently caressing and rubbing your hardened nipples. You moan again, turned on by how tenderly he’s touching you.

“Told you we’d make it fit, pretty.” His grin is so attractive that it makes you tighten impossibly and stain his cock with more cream.

Mingyu’s hips start to snap a little more desperately now. His cock seems to swell when he looks down to see how tightly you’re gripping him. Strings of arousal cling to your skin and his as he continues to stretch out your tight little cunt. His heavy balls slap against your ass as you continue to moan in pleasure.

“You’re dripping all over me, babe.” He grunts, feeling like he’s in heaven. “Am I making you feel that good?”

Just like outside the bedroom, Mingyu likes to be praised. Your heart swells with fondness, unable to believe how cute he can be even as he’s splitting you open on his cock. It makes you want to oblige him all the more.

“So fucking good, Gyu.” You moan wantonly as his cock continues to spear into you.

You’re sensitive, mewling and whining in pleasure as he snaps his hips at the perfect speed and intensity. Mingyu lets out a deep groan when your thighs start to quiver. Your eyes are rolling back as his cock keeps slamming against your sweet spot, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

“God, you’re pretty.” Mingyu moans as you squeeze his cock tighter. “Prettiest little thing ever.”

Your entire body heats up, and you can’t help but pull him down for a passionate kiss. Mingyu moans into your mouth. His soft lips move against yours with a need that makes you ravenous. You start to meet his thrusts, eager for more of him.

The sound of wet skin slapping fills the room, and you don’t ever want it to end. Mingyu’s mouth, hands, and cock are too addicting for you to ever want anything else. With the way his throbbing dick keeps fucking into you desperately, you’re pretty sure the feeling is mutual.

When he reluctantly pulls away from your sweet lips, he trails wet kisses down to your neck. You moan out his name when you feel him start to mark you up. The ache in his cock grows when he feels your nails dig into his shoulders. Your sensual moans of his name sounds like music to his ears, and he knows he’ll be fucking his hand to the memory often.

Your orgasm is close, the coil in the pit on your stomach on the verge of snapping. All it takes is for his long fingers to smooth over your wet clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud for you to come undone. Your back arches off the mattress as you gush all over his cock with a loud cry of Mingyu’s name.

The erotic and breathtaking sight of you coming on his cock is something that leaves him breathless. It’s all Mingyu needs for his own orgasm to rip through him. He stills with a low groan of your name. You can feel his cock pulsate inside you as he shoots thick ropes of cum into your pussy. The two of you are moaning and whimpering as your walls spasm around his aching cock.

“That’s it, baby.” Mingyu moans as he rolls his hips to fuck you through both your highs.

You’re whimpering in pleasure, milking him for every last drop of cum he has. The way he fucks it back into you makes you feel delirious with pleasure, and your cunt gets tighter with need at the thought of doing it all over again.

Mingyu holds you close as you both pant—spent and satisfied. He gently coos at you, sweetly caressing your face as he keeps his cum plugged inside you with his still-throbbing cock.

“How was it, baby?” He wonders, big puppy dog eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You wrap your arms around his muscular back, bringing a hand up to gently play with his hair. The gentle hum you let out eases his worries. “You were amazing.”

The smile he gives you is bright and makes your chest jerk with affection. Mingyu gently caresses your body, telling you how good you were for him. It makes you burn for him all over again.

Before you can convince him to fuck you again, he gets up and goes into the bathroom. You watch curiously as he brings back a wet towel. It’s warm against your skin as he starts to clean you up. The act is somehow more intimate than him stuffing you full of cum, but you don’t hate it.

Once he’s done, he gets back into bed with you. It takes you by surprise when he pulls you on top of him. Mingyu caresses your naked back, basking in the feeling of your weight on him. His heart jumps when he feels you start to trace small patterns on his chest.

“Can we do that again?” Your voice is coy, and he really fucking loves it.

“Yes.” He promises. “I’ll order some takeout for us first then we can do it again. Unless you want to do it now.”

You stay silent for a moment before nuzzling your face his sculpted chest. With your eyes closed, you let out a content sigh. “Let’s just stay like this for a little while.”

Mingyu caresses your head with a love stricken smile you can’t see. “Okay.”

In retrospect, Minseo should’ve realized it sooner.

The signs were there—have always been there, apparently. It’s almost embarrassing that it took her so long to realize something was going on. Especially when she thinks back to the annual camping trip that took place a week ago.

It started off like all the other trips, except Mingyu insisted that you drive with him since he wouldn’t subject you to being a third wheel to his sister and Vernon. This was only the start of Mingyu’s unwarranted clinginess toward you. Minseo didn’t think too much of it because no one liked being the third wheel, and her brother always has a way of guilt tripping like no one’s business.

The campground looks beautiful covered in hues of red and yellow. Mingyu has brought along his camera and is already taking pictures and candids of everyone setting up their space. He especially captures some of you taking in the beautiful autumn scenery. You always looked so pretty when you had a look of awe and wonder on your face.

“I didn’t see you taking that many pictures of me.” Seungcheol teases as he peeks at the camera screen Mingyu is smiling fondly at.

His friend’s neck burns, and before he can think to say anything back, your voice grabs his attention. Seungcheol snickers quietly. It’s this simple action that Minseo’s attention again.

“Gyu.” You whine, holding up the tent you brought in frustration. “Help me.”

Her helpful brother goes over to you immediately like a puppy being called by its owner. Minseo should’ve thought more about the way he hands over his prized possession to Seungcheol like it’s nothing. The smitten smile he directs at you doesn’t seem that way to her in the moment, but again—hindsight.

Mingyu’s tone is playful as he asks you what you need. You don’t answer him because in the next second he tells you to follow the instructions in spite of the fact that he’s already starting to put the sticks together to actually lift the tent off the ground. Mingyu goes on to say that you should’ve gotten a smaller, one-person tent instead of a large dome tent big enough to fit five people inside.

“The guy at the store told me it would be easy to set up!” You whine with a frown. “And it’s not my fault the instructions are impossible to understand.”

Mingyu’s laughter is full of affection and adoration. He shakes his head fondly as he continues to build your tent for you. “You need to learn how to do these sorts of things.”

“Why? That’s why I have you.”

Once again, she should’ve thought more about the bashful look on Mingyu’s face and the way his ears and neck turned red. Instead, she chose to make sure that Vernon was setting up their own tent correctly because she had also bought one very similar to yours.

By the time everyone has their tents set up, the sun is starting to set. Mingyu helps Seungcheol start the fire while everyone else helps prepare the snacks and drinks.

The vibe is peaceful as you all settle around the fire. Mingyu claims the spot next to you, and you’re all too happy to have him by your side. It goes unnoticed, but now the image is clear in Minseo’s memories.

“Here.”

You look over to see Mingyu handing you a stick with a perfectly roasted marshmallow at the end of it. Maybe it’s the way the setting sun hits face or maybe it’s the fact that he was careful not to burn the marshmallow since you didn't like that. Either way your chest throbs with something you’re sure is not appropriate to feel for your best friend’s brother.

“Thanks, Gyu.” You smile at him before you start making your s’mores.

The night progresses like this, with Mingyu roasting your marshmallows and you happily making the s’mores. Vaguely, you wonder if it’s right to keep doing this with him. He’s so sweet and attentive that sometimes this line you’ve drawn gets blurry. The worst part is that you don’t mind if that line isn’t clear because being with Mingyu is like having a cup of hot cocoa when it’s cold—comforting and appealing.

For now, you decide to enjoy the moment. Evaluating feelings and this deep affection you feel would have to wait.

Fall has always been a special time for Mingyu. The leaves always change to beautiful red and golden colors, the weather turns the kind of crisp that’s invigorating, and it’s a time when family gets together. And possibly the most important reason: it’s the season when he met you.

He was only nine years old when you two met. It was a random autumn day meant to uphold the lifetime tradition of his parents taking him and Minseo to the pumpkin patch. Picking out pumpkins was something he looked forward to all year because it was a time where his entire family was together.

Mingyu vividly remembers being caught by surprise when his sister brought along an unexpected guest. She was holding the hand of a girl with a solemn expression that was a great contrast to her own bright one. Minseo cheerfully introduced the unknown girl as her best friend. You had offered him a barley-there wave that had him wondering how his sunshine of a sister could possibly like someone so closed off.

It was a misconception on his part because on the car ride to the pumpkin patch, he realizes his sister couldn’t have found a better friend. Minseo talks possibly more than he does, but you listened to every word attentively, like actually listen. Also, you offered her (and Mingyu after some shy contemplation) the snacks in your bag.

Your overly cautious attitude reminded Mingyu of his cousin’s unfriendly cat. Trying to get you to open up was a challenge, but you slowly started to warm up to him as the evening went on. He truly won you over after he offered to carry the heavy pumpkin you chose. The unsure pout you directed at him was adorable, and his heart just soared when you quietly thanked him.

“Here.” You huffed out, feeling embarrassingly shy as you stuck out your small hand.

Mingyu’s grin soothed the bashfulness. He thanked you for the candy you gave him, claiming that the caramel you put in his hand is his favorite.

Looking back on it, that was the first time you tugged on his heartstrings.

Of course, it was completely innocent back then. There was no way you could’ve known that Mingyu held on to that piece of candy for as long as he could until he forgot it in a pair of pants that his mom threw in the washer. Nor could you have known that as you two got older, it killed him just a little bit every time you referred to him as Minseo’s older brother.

These feelings don’t make sense in his mind, but it all becomes clear to him the fall of his junior year.

Just like all those years ago, you found yourself at the pumpkin patch. Except this time you don’t have either of the Kim siblings by your side. Minseo was hanging out with her almost-boyfriend and of course Mingyu hadn’t joined you two at the pumpkin patch for years now. You weren’t uncomfortable being alone, but it did feel odd picking out a pumpkin without Minseo inspecting it to make sure you picked one suited for carving.

In your lonely search, you meet Lee Chan. He too had been left alone after his friends went off with their respective partners. What you don’t realize is that your resident puppy boy is watching this kindred meeting from afar. Unbeknownst to you, Minseo had texted her older brother asking him to keep you company because she still felt sorry for leaving you alone.

At the time, Mingyu can’t explain why his chest feels strangely heavy. It feels like he can’t approach you despite knowing you wouldn’t be unhappy to see him. So he doesn’t even though it’s arguably one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. Later that night, his mom helps him come to the conclusion that this icky feeling is none other than petty jealousy.

As a teenage boy who loved his little sister more than anything, this realization was devastating. It was very likely that Minseo would be upset if she ever found out her brother had a crush on her best friend. The fear of what would happen if his feelings ever came to light was the reason Mingyu decided to keep it a secret.

After all, it was just a small, harmless crush.

Unfortunately for Mingyu, this teeny tiny crush soon blossomed into something more intense that he’s not ready to acknowledge. Time goes by, and yet his feelings haven’t gone away even when he starts to date. It makes him feel icky, and most likely the reason why none of his relationships ever last.

When it’s time for him to leave for college, he thinks that maybe he can move on. Only, you never give him that chance.

“Why don’t you ever bring enough clothes?”

It might seem like Mingyu is scolding you, but he’s actually only worried that you seem to value fashion over practicality. Your heart jumps when he takes off the scarf he’s wearing to put it around you, making sure it covers your neck and looks pretty with the outfit you’ve chosen. He doesn’t seem to notice that your eyes shine with endearment as he adjusts it to cover your mouth.

“Come on.” He absentmindedly grabs your hand, not realizing his touch is making your heart pound. “The cafe is only open for another hour.”

Mingyu had insisted that this new cafe had drinks to die for. So he waited until you got off work to go with you together. You’re glad his scarf covers the lower half of your face because you’re sure every single emotion you feel for him would be very obvious as he hands you a warm cup.

Walking in silence with Mingyu isn’t ever uncomfortable, but it does leave you to contemplate how you’re going to confess to him. He’s been nothing but sweet to you, and you hope he won’t be upset at your sudden feelings since you’re the one who insisted the sex between you two would be strictly platonic.

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

It kills you that Mingyu can look so pretty while he’s tilting his head at you curiously. You let out a nervous breath. It was now or never.

“You told Minseo you took my virginity.”

The air goes still, and you feel like smacking yourself because that’s not at all what you were planning to say—not like that, anyway. Mingyu’s eyes practically pop out of his head as he feels a blush crawl up his neck and suffuse throughout his face. You don’t seem angry, but he can’t really tell with his scarf covering your face.

“I’m sorry!” He rushes. “I didn’t mean to, but—”

“I’m not mad.” You assure him with a laugh.

“You’re not?”

“No.” You let out a fond laugh. “And Minseo isn’t either.”

Before Mingyu can fully process your words, you crush him with a hug. His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and press himself closer to you.

“I like you, Mingyu.” You confess, feeling like your heart is on the verge of exploding. “I like you so much.”

He stills in your arms. Slowly, he pulls away to look at your face. His expression is one of pure shock, and before you can brace yourself for any kind of rejection, Mingyu is kissing you.

The movements of his soft lips are needy and full of undeniable want. You moan into his mouth, returning his kiss with just as much vigor. It all feels like a wonderful dream, especially when you whisper against his lips that you want to go back to your place.

If this is a dream, Mingyu wishes it could go on forever.

Having you kneeled between his parted thighs, worshipping his cock in the exact way he’s shown you how has him coming apart quickly. You’re slobbering all over him, saliva slipping down the sides of his dick to lubricate him.

“Fuck, Gyu. You have the prettiest cock ever.” You gush, entire body hot with arousal and want.

The way he actually blushes as you praise him has your cunt dripping with more juices. You can’t wait to wreck him and have him writhing in pleasure. His cock is throbbing as you continue to lick and stroke him with your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his leaking tip, licking into the slit which causes him to let out a guttural groan. The moans you let out run through the length of his dick in the most pleasurable way.

Mingyu feels completely fucked out at this point. He can’t believe how good you’ve gotten at sucking his cock. And now, he’s going to be the only man to experience what that pretty little mouth can do.

“Y/N, fuck.” He cries out as his orgasm abruptly hits.

As always, Mingyu looks absolutely breathtaking when he comes. His mouth is dropped open as a pretty blush covers his entire face. Dark eyes are unfocused and dazed as he keeps releasing thick ropes of cum into your mouth. The way you keep pumping and sucking him to squeeze more cum out of him is starting to make him tremble.

You pull off his cock with a satisfied grin. Mingyu’s chest is heaving as you go to straddle him.

“Wait!” He pants out, slowly coming out of his euphoric bliss. “It’s your turn—”

“I want you to fuck me now.”

Mingyu groans when he feels your creamy folds slide over his twitching cock. “But I really want to taste you.”

He’s so cute, you think as your cunt leaks with arousal. You hum in pleasure as you rub your aching cunt over the length of his dick. His fat tip is enveloped between your warm lips every time you grind forward while his heavy sack is slowly getting soaked with your arousal.

“Tell you what, puppy. After you fill me up with your cum I’ll let you eat it out of me, okay?”

You feel his cock throb at your words as your cream covers him entirely. Mingyu nods cutely, and that’s all you need to grab his pulsing cock. He’s hot and heavy in your hand as you tease him by circling his tip against your slick entrance.

Mingyu moans loudly when you sink down. A choked whimper is forced out of him as you take him entirely, puffy lips brushing against his pelvis. His thick veins drag against your hot walls deliciously until his heavy balls are flush against your ass. It’s like all the air is being shoved out of your body to make room for his cock.

“God, Y/N. I need you to move. Please.”

You slowly grind on his cock, juices dripping down to his big balls and making a mess all over him. It’s probably really hard for him not to fuck his cock up into you, and it really turns you on that he’s trying so hard. You can tell he’s on the verge of breaking. Literally you can feel it. His cock keeps throbbing inside you like it’s on the verge of exploding.

“Show me what I’ve taught you, baby.” His voice is sultry and tempting—something you can’t say no to.

Immediately, you start to gyrate your hips. You two moan in sync as your pussy clenches tightly on his cock. Mingyu sucks on his bottom lip, completely beginning to lose his composure. His hands go to your waist, slowly guiding you as his imploring eyes gaze up at you with unmatched desire.

“Fuck, Gyu!” You cry out. “You’re so deep!”

The sound of your pleased cry, Mingyu starts to move his hips to thrust up into you. He groans lowly because it feels like his aching cock is hitting the hilt of your sopping pussy. Your soft hands smooth over his naked torso, crying out his name as you feel every inch of his muscular chest.

“Mmmh, pretty girl.” Mingyu hums in pleasure as his big hands smooth down your body to grab your ass. “Fucking my cock just right. Feels so fucking good.”

When he starts to kiss and suck on your neck as his cock spears into you, the coil in your stomach snaps. You moan his name loudly as you come all over his dick. Loud squelching fills the room as he continues to bounce you on his lap. His thickness is stretching you deliciously, the unmistakable sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass mixing in with your moans of pleasure.

Mingyu fucks into you a few more times before you feel his hot, thick cum spurt inside you. His euphoric moan is as pretty as ever, and you can’t help but move your hips to fuck him through his high.

You sag against him, and it’s silent for a moment until you bring your lips to his ear. “I want more of your cum, puppy.”

That’s how you find yourself on your side with Mingyu behind you. Your back is pressed against his beefy chest as he lifts your leg up to expose your soiled cunt to the cool air. He nuzzled his nose into your neck before he trails it up to your cheek. Your body shivers as his arm breath fans against your ear.

“Watch how your pretty pussy stretches open for me.”

You wonder what he means until his other hand lifts up your chin delicately to look at the full body mirror he bought for you a week ago after you told Minseo you wanted it. His fat cock is teasing your entrance, and the filthy sight makes your cunt flutter in need.

Without a word of warning, Mingyu thrusts his thick dick inside you, heavy sack flush against your creamy cunt. You whine out in pleasure, feeling completely full and stuffed to the brim. It’s impossible to look away from the mirror because you can see how tightly your pussy is gripping him.

Mingyu’s cock throbs inside you as his skin tingles with desire. He starts to thrust slowly. The lewd wet sound coming from your cunt is erotic as it fills your room. You moan again when the hand that isn’t spreading you open comes up to play with one of your tits. The sensations of his cock hitting your sweet spot while his fingers pinch and pull on your erect nipple have you close again.

If you weren’t so drunk on the pleasure Mingyu’s throbbing cock is providing you with, you’d tell him to let you record because the sight of him doing you like this is one you want to remember forever. His thrusts start to pick up as your moans get louder. He’s groaning into your ear as his fat tip slams against your cervix.

Mingyu pounding into you while in this positions feels like he’s tearing your pretty little pussy apart. He messily kisses your jaw as start to tremble in his hold, grunting when you tighten around him once again like you’re trying to milk him.

“You look so pretty like this, baby.” Mingyu’s moan is low, but you hear it perfectly. “Sweet little pussy was made to take my cock.”

Your eyes roll back as you whimper out a nearly incoherent agreement. So lost in pleasure, you don’t realize your second orgasm is one thrust away.

“Mingyu!” You moan as your orgasm hits.

Juices spurt out obscenely and cover his entire cock and the sheets bellow you. Mingyu groans as he holds your legs wide open. He keeps fucking your messy cunt as you squirt all over him. All you can make out in your euphoric haze is Mingyu calling you pretty while his twitching cock keeps ramming deep into you.

“Fill me up.” You manage to mewl out as you turn your head to give him a sloppy kiss.

Mingyu moans into your mouth, thrusting into you deeply before he stills. He forces his tongue into your mouth as he floods your sloppy cunt with his cum. You swallow each others moans as he stuffs you full to the point where you can feel it leak out of you. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside you is one of your favorite feelings which is why you’re eager to feel it at least one more time.

It’s why Mingyu is quick to put you into a different position, your legs pressed into your chest as he rams his aching cock inside you once again. Your fucked out eyes are the prettiest, and he knows that he’ll never get tired of that stare. He loves how your gaze never loses the affection you feel for him. It makes him feel like you’ll never leave him.

“You feel so good, Gyu.” You whimper as his big cock spears into you.

Mingyu roughly pounds into your ruined cunt, not holding back since he’s determined to fill you up one last time. His cock throbs as your mouth drops open in a silent scream. Your pretty mewls and whines mix in perfectly with the sound of skin slapping. It only makes him fuck you harder.

His dick forces out an obscene amount of juices from your fluttering pussy. Mingyu is so deep that it almost feels like he’s in your guts. You always feel so full when he fucks you like this, and all you can feel is bolts of euphoria dancing across your skin.

“Come for me, pretty.” Mingyu urges sweetly as he hooks your legs over his shoulders. “Come all over my cock and cover me with your sweet cream.”

Somehow he feel just as deep from this angle. He keeps railing your tight cunt, splitting you open to fully claim you as his. Your senses go into overdrive when he slips his fingers down to your puffy clit to rub gentle circles. At this point you’re trembling beneath him, all thoughts gone as he thrust harder and deeper inside you.

Mingyu’s eyes are locked on the way your tight pussy swallows his thick cock. The way your cream covers him completely make him more ravenous. He’s hitting your spongy spot with mastered precision, and it only takes a few more thrusts for the coil in your stomach to snap.

Your moan is pornographic as your walls contract and your juices squirt out everywhere. Mingyu’s pace doesn’t falter as you cover him with your orgasm. He groans loudly, loving how you can only seem to chant his name.

“God, you look pretty when you come on my cock. So pretty. Every. Fucking. Time.” His words break off into a guttural groan that bounces off of the walls.

Hot streams of his seed flood your insides, stuffing you full until the white pours out from around the thickness of his cock. Mingyu slowly releases your legs and goes to give you a passionate kiss. His hips move slowly as he fucks his cum back into you. With one last peck he pulls away and slowly eases his cock out of your messy pussy.

You moan again when he suddenly starts to lap up the mess between your legs. You’re too fucked out to stop him. That, and you did say he could eat his cum out of your pussy after you were done (plus it just feels so fucking good). He licks and sucks on your clit until there’s nothing left to lap up.

When he crawls back up your body, your insides clench at the erotic sight of him licking his lips. “So fucking sweet.”

You pull him down for another kiss. The taste of you two mixed together is so filthy yet so addicting that you have to lick every inch of his mouth. Mingyu pulls you flush against him as he continues to kiss you like he never wants to breath again.

Minutes later, you two are still in your bed, cuddling and unwilling to separate from each other.

“This feels like a dream.” Mingyu sighs into your hair.

You hum, running your finger tips along his biceps. “It’s not a dream. I really do adore you, Kim Mingyu.”

He buries his face in your neck, mumbling into your heated skin that the adoration he has for you is endless.

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march fic recs ٩(◕‿◕)۶ [svt/nct/skz/tbz/bts/ateez]

it's been a while, but i've been very much back into the swing of reading on a regular basis. here's some of my favorite fics/authors from 2024 so far :D

key:

content – s: smut (minors DNI), a: angst, f: fluff

✦ – written fic, ✧ – smau

☆ favorite!!!

SVT

✢ 최승철 choi seungcheol

✦ Devil's girl || @smileysuh || one-shot || s || 7.2k || ↳ if you're ever in the trenches for choi seungcheol, may i suggest literally anything that nova has ever written about him? this month's fic was so good and like the wonwoo/mingyu feature? who can complain? i'm not saying i want to be the queen of hell, but if the king is scoups then i fear i could be persuaded ✦ Ghosted || @husbandhoshi || one-shot || s || 6.1k || ↳ rich fwb choi seungcheol... please just read it, do i really need to elaborate? the drabble that this fic is based on is also super good. blue hearts all around <3

✢ 윤정한 yoon jeonghan

✦ you can hear it in the silence (you are in love) || @/angeleyes on ao3 || drabbles || s | f | a || 200k+ || ☆ || ↳ a huge collection of jeonghan drabbles that i read in literally a day. i didn't know i'd become invested in an F1 au, but i guess things change. this collection has something for literally everyone. if you're looking for a lot of jeonghan content in one place, this is perfect~ (some of my favorite chapters are 18, 54, and 59)

✢ 홍지수 joshua hong

✦ birds of a feather || @onlymingyus || one-shot || s | f || 14k || ↳ i was kind of obsessed with how joshua and yn met. i love a girl with a cause lmao. just a wholesome and cute university fic. what more could you possibly want?

✢ 웬준휘 wen junhui

✦ What's my age again? || @milfgyuu || one-shot || s | f || 8k || ↳ i think i've been sleeping on jun as a coworker, guys. i've sorely been missing out on this niche trope he's been shoved into and i'm deeply disappointed. he fits the coworker trope so well </3 he's a little dumb, but he's endearing and i-want-him dumb.

✢ 권순영 kwon soonyoung

✦ driving lessons for dummies || @shuaflix || one-shot || s | f || 16k || ☆ || ↳ something about this fic hit particularly close to home for me. perhaps it was yn's crippling fear of driving, perhaps it was how all of the characters sound just like my irl friends. regardless, i was deeply obsessed with this and cannot recommend it enough :p ✦ exchange/love transit - s01/ep01 || @ressonancee || series (ongoing) || a? || 6k || ☆ || ↳ if it wasn't blatantly obvious by now, if soonyoung is being a simp i have to be there. i think the reality show concept is really unique. i already loved the first installment so much, so i'm eager to read the next parts!! ✦ burnt coffee || @highvern || one-shot || f || 4.6k || ↳ coffee shop aus are one of my first loves in this world. and if you add hot-firefighter soonyoung, i just can't fathom it being bad in any way, shape, or form. plus, who doesn't love a man who will deal with minor inconveniences just to simp?

✢ 이지훈 lee jihoon

✦ somewhere in the middle || @sluttywoozi || one-shot || s || 9k || ↳ a wonderful execution of the roommates-to-friends-with-benefits-to-lovers pipeline. i think this should be a trope category itself, really. i loved jihoon who loves so hard and shows it in his own way.

✢ 김민규 kim mingyu

✦ love, cupid || @smileysuh || one-shot || s || 13k || ☆ || ↳ as a valentine's day lover, i always get excited to see the rollout of heart-day themed fics every year. this year had so many good stories, but this was one of my favorites. soulmates is perhaps my favorite trope of all time, so like soft cupid mingyu who has a soulmate?? perfect. i loved the little cameos from the other cupids as well :) ✦ when i kissed the teacher || @highvern || one-shot || f || 5k || ☆ || ↳ and if i say i'm a sucker for teacher aus? then what? am i supposed to lie? mingyu as the hot teacher your students try to set you up with is just too good. i loved the pettiness in the mingyu x yn dynamic, it was so very realistic. i reread this one all of the time, so highly recommend :D

✢ 서명호 xu minghao

✦ hi (i love you) || @wheeboo || one-shot || f || 5k || ↳ i love getting reading fics that show a broader timeline of a relationship's lifespan. it's cute getting to see minghao and yn go from strangers to friends, friends to lovers, and seeing their relationship change through every step. the fic is short and so sweet

✢ 이정찬 lee chan

✦ in case you didn't know || @shuadotcom || one-shot || s | f | a || 28k || ↳ chan is soooo younger sibling's best friend core, isn't he? in the midst of a chan phase, this fic was a saving grace. i literally ate it up so bad. if you're in the mood for mutual pining this is a mustttt ✦ the secret language of flowers || @leejungchans || one-shot || a | f || 6k || ↳ i loved florist chan so bad. i'm always going to support a soft and sweet seventeen florist, and this was no exception. i really enjoyed the timeline of this story. so often fics happen in like a day, or a week, or a month, but it's kind of nice to see a longer haul fic in the midst of it all <3

NCT

✢ 서영호 johnny suh

✦ helping hand || @yougotthatbilly || one-shot || s || 7k || ↳ roommate johnny who kills the bugs for you is a dream. if you're in the mood for "smut with the tiniest plot" this is for you~ ✦ quiet rage || @multifandomslxt || one-shot || s || ↳ i think quiet and intimidating johnny is a silly concept. although i can't take him seriously irl, i fear if his characterization was real i'd have to. very much a smutty masterpiece~

✢ 황런쥔 hwang renjun

✦ love station || @yutasbellybuttonpiercing || one-shot || s | f | a || 13k || ↳ it's been forever since i've read a good i2l fic, even longer since i've read a good renjun fic. finding this was such a nice surprise in the midst of my reading slump last month :p

✢ 이동혁 lee donghyuck

✦ your favorite boy || @hyuckles-chuckles || one-shot || a | f || 16k || ↳ not usually an angst girl, but sometimes it hits just right. i've been fiending for good haechan fics recently, and this is one i read previously and just revisited. love a slow burn haechan fic <3 ✦ risk it all || @sehunniepotwrites || one-shot || s | f || 14k || ↳ the meddling dreamies and co. in this fic reminded me so deeply of my own meddling friends LOL. i loved getting to see the nonsensical lengths to which their friends were willing to go to get them to act on their business~

✢ 나재민 na jaemin

✦ can't handle this || @hannie-dul-set || one-shot || h || 16k || ↳ i kinda love this kind of dynamic. it's fun to see someone who's kind of an ass meet someone who will challenge them (and win). matchmaking isn't necessarily my vibe, but this was such a good execution of it, i had no choice but to rec this month

✢ 박지성 park jisung

✧ score that goal || @lqfiles || smau (complete) || ☆ || ↳ i think i found this fic in the last few of it's updates, and when i told you i checked religiously for updates, i am not lying. i think jisung is such a good main character for a smau, and this didn't disappoint. i loved getting to see jisung grow into the eboyfriend of yn's dreams lol

SKZ

✢ 방찬 christopher bahng

✦ bad idea! @hyunsvngs ↳ infidelity is not my thing, but bang chan is.... so i can make exceptions. who wouldn't want him? i fear for this i am willing to overlook cheating solely because it's so well written lmao

✢ 황현진 hwang hyunjin

✦ ace || @forlix || one-shot || f || 15k || ☆ || ↳ i think this might be a perfectly executed university fic. i know it's like fake-enemies-to-lovers, but imo this is how enemies to lovers should actually be... hyunjin and yn have the perfect bantery relationship that lends itself to both antagonism and romance. also i feel like the tag "two polar opposites sharing one soul" is so <3. even if you aren't really into skz, i'd 1000% recommend reading this. ✧ watercolor || @jinhyun || smau (complete) || a | f || ☆ || ↳ i accidentally found this smau and i absolutely devoured it. i finished it in one sitting, and i loved it so much. if you love long-haul slow burns, both the sm and written chapters are so well done that it's totally worth it. i was so invested in hyunjin's evolution in this. seeing the small, incremental changes in his attitude and actions made me so :D if you aren't ususally into reading smaus, this is the perfect place to start

TBZ

✢ 이상연 lee sangyeon

✦ down? astronomically || @itsbeeble || one-shot || f || 6k || ↳ my truth is that i love men who are so down bad it's embarrassing. and this is like, the epitome of that. sangyeon so sickeningly down bad that he behaves like this was delicious and a thrill to read <3

✢ 김영훈 kim younghoon

✦ at your convenience || @sungbeam || series one-shot || f || 29k || ☆ || ↳ i've loved all of the one-shot in the love in unity series, and this is no exception. younghoon and his loser-ish rizz was <3 i will always appreciate sungbeam for feeding my need for super well-written tbz content :D

✢ 손영재 eric sohn

✦ no bitches? || @itsbeeble || series one-shot || s | f || 10k || ↳ bitchless gamer eric who pays attention to you <3 he's a simp, he's a little bit stupid, and it was perfect~

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✢ 김남준 kim namjoon

✦ a word from our sponsors || @ugh-yoongi || one-shot || s | f || 17k || ↳ namjoon is so friends to lovers/friends who have a podcast coded. although i hate podcast men in real life, i'd never dare hate this. also inspiration from basement yard (the endearing loser white guys from tiktok as far as i'm concerned), literally how could it be bad? a really good execution of a really good idea :p

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✢ 정윤호 jeong yunho

✦ something to give each other || @sungbeam || one-shot || f || 16k || ↳ yunho is so friends to lovers core it isn't even funny. and the fact that he loves yn so bad made me feel ill (in the best way). they both loved each other so bad and it was so obvious. the best kind of relationship. sungbeam is one of my favorite authors for tbz content, so it was fun to get to read her works for my ateez bias :D

✢ 최산 choi san

✦ u got it bad || @yoongiseesawmp3 || one-shot || s || 14k || ↳ san is so professional sports coded. i fear the trope with this one was too good. between san's corny lines and giving yn the jersey made me so :))) if you're into sports fics, this is such a must-read

✢ 정우영 jung wooyoung

✦ i like you, i do! || @sungbeam || one-shot || f || 7k || ↳ like i said before, i love reading sungbeam content :D this is just so cute. did it remind me of my college situationships? sure, but in a cute and fun way. such a good and light-hearted university fic :)

a coincidence — rockstar!yeonjun x fem!reader

cw. rockstar!yeonjun x audiencemember!reader, chubby!reader implied, fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, oral (m. receiving), sex (condoms mentioned <3), roleplaying(?), orgasm denial, lmk if there's more. notes. this is part of @napofamoon's growing pain rock band!au collaboration :D thank you @nightlyawnzz for being a beta reader :3 and thank you angie for that one line of dialogue (didn't know if you wanted to like not be tagged lol), not super well edited, smut under cut <3 wc. 2.8K

Who is that? Yeonjun’s seen hundreds—thousands—of pretty girls at his concerts. But no one’s ever truly made an impression. Every once in a while, there’d be one that barely stuck out from the crowd, but nothing ever stuck. After a while, the crowds started getting blurry. Has performing become a bit boring for him? Maybe. There wasn’t a spark anymore. No reason to perform. 

But you…you immediately caught his eye. A bright star in a sea of dull strangers—smiling, drinking, dancing to the music, having a blast. You looked fun, exciting, flirty. And he wanted—needed—to get to know you. But first, he needed to get your attention. 

He’s cool, casual with his bass; he’s a natural. The way he moves with the music, pouty lips singing under his breath along with the frontman, the stage lights sparkling in his eyes—it didn’t take much focus for him to nail every song. 

So he decided to have a bit of fun tonight. Moving a bit more, putting on a bit more of a show than usual, getting closer to the edge of the stage without being too obvious. All to get your attention. So why won’t you look at him? Just a bit closer and maybe…

Bingo. 

You’ve locked eyes and there’s that something he’s been looking for. Something he’s been looking for for a while. That spark. That reason to put on a bit of a show. 

And you could tell. You were just as into it as he was. 

Watching his every move—flirting without crossing a line, giving him seductive looks, dancing in his direction. It was fun. It was thrilling. That unspoken desire between two strangers—and one of them admires the other before they’ve even met? How scandalous, hm? The tension grew and grew until—

“Thank you everyone; good night!”

But…what do you do now? How could he find you later? Oh, why didn’t he slip the security guard his number to give to you? Where are you? No, no, no, don’t leave. 

There was nothing he could do; the lights were dim, the curtain was drawn, the crowd was spilling out the front door. You never left his mind, though. Not when he put his bass in its case, not when he zipped his hoodie up to leave, not when he plopped down on his hotel bed, never. 

Desperately trying to get you off his mind, he heads down to the hotel bar. Oh, how pathetic is this? A world-famous rock star sitting alone at a hotel’s bar sipping a whiskey feeling sorry for himself? Over what? Some girl? 

Please don’t sit there…he begs silently watching a strange figure take the seat in the bar stool next to him. Despite the need for alone time, he couldn’t help but glance over at the sound of your—

“Just a vodka soda, please.” 

Oh, shit. It’s you. What does he do? Why are his hands so sweaty? When did he turn into such a loser? Getting this worked up over a girl. He needs to get your attention again, but he doesn't want to come off too pushy. You’re here alone too and maybe you wanna keep it that way. 

Fuck it. 

He clears his throat, cooly-maybe-not-so-cooly saying, “I saw you in the audience.” Just as you planned. Well, sort of. You didn’t mean to run into him. Glancing across the room at the hotel you were staying in to see that hot bassist sitting alone at the bar was pure luck. 

But you need to keep it cool. Don’t be too…weird. Just a simple glance and gentle nod is enough. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” He asks, knowing your answer. He could see your desire just as much as you could see his, but you weren’t gonna give in just yet. You nod again, adding a quiet hum. “Are you from around here or…?” Should he move a bit closer? Sure. Should he brush your knee with his fingertips? Why not? Oh, they give you goosebumps. You don’t pull away or even flinch. You’re welcoming this. 

“No, I’m here on business. That’s why I’m, you know, at a hotel right now.”

“Right.” He pauses, like he has to think of the next thing to say, “I’m Yeonjun, by the way. But you already knew that.”

“And what makes you think that?”

“No reason,” he snarks. “Just that you bought a ticket to my show.”

“As if,” you roll your eyes. “I was bored and the show was right down the street.” Lie. All of this was lies. Of course you were a fan. Both of you knew that. 

“So you got front-row seats from a scalper then?”

Now it’s time for some fun. Turning toward him, you introduce yourself, face inching closer and closer, his hand sneaking up higher on your thigh, your heartbeat getting faster with each millimeter. You maintain your confidence best you know how, but you must admit, he’s intimidating. Is it that way he unapologetically stares at your body? The way he’s flirting with a fan after a show? The way his lips look like they’d perfectly wrap around your—

“Do you always find fans to flirt with after the show?” 

“No. Never,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “But you’re so…” he tucks some fallen hair behind your ear, eyes roaming your face, “gorgeous. I haven’t stopped thinking about you in the audience. Then boom, here you are at my hotel’s bar. Must be fate.”

“Or a coincidence.” 

Both resorting to a shrug, there’s tension in the air like you’ve never felt. It’s excruciating. He’s leaning closer to you, oh, what was he about to say?

“I saw you watching me,” he whispers right against your ear—close enough to feel his breath. Fuck, he’s good. This is gonna be fun. And you’re gonna be a brat. At least for a little. 

“I was watching all five of you,” you say, adding an annoying eye roll for good measure. 

“Nope,” he says, sitting back and smiling like he knows a secret of yours. Which he may. “Only me.” 

“So what if I was?” You narrow your eyes at him. You weren’t gonna break eye contact now. You can’t. But he doesn’t expect you to keep it. He expects you to cower and blush like everyone always does. But you don’t. And he likes that. “I’m waiting.”

“Makes me wonder what else you wanna watch me do is all.”

“Like what?” 

“I dunno,” he chuckles. “You tell me. You were the one that couldn’t stop staring at me.”

That jerk. That stupid fucking jerk. Looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes, you glance down at his lips—side note: jesus fucking christ they look delicious but that’s beside the point right now—and lean in as close as you can without touching him. Parting his own lips, he tilts his head just barely and closes his eyes. 

“Aw, you’re so cute.” You giggle. “You thought I was gonna kiss you?”

While you’re watching him retreat, defeated at his own game, he runs his fingers through his messy black hair. 

“So you think I’m cute?” 

Let’s give in now. “No.” You stand, taking a deep breath and walk behind him, sliding your hands down his chest, bending to meet his ear to whisper, “I think you’re fucking sexy.” 

Goosebumps—but this time, they’re on him. Has anyone ever done this to him before? Let’s take it one step further. You bite his ear lobe gently and he sighs, your name falling out of his lips breathlessly. 

“Hm?”

“Come upstairs with me,” he whispers. 

Another step further. Sliding your hand up the back of his neck, you grip some of his hair, tugging it harshly, his eyes widening as he hisses. 

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Will you come upstairs with me? Please.”

Turning him around in his barstool, you stand between his legs, his eyes roaming up and down your body. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

It was all a blur as he took you upstairs—heading straight for the elevator, pushing you against the wall to finally crash his lips into yours, hands roaming your body trying to decide what part of it to grab onto. The ding of the elevator snaps you out of it before stumbling down the hallway to his room. 

When he finally gets the door open and the door slams behind you, he’s gentler, like he wants to take his time with you. But you don’t. You drag him toward the bed and push him to the mattress to straddle his hips. Wrapping his hands around your waist, his hands slip under the skirt of your dress to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. 

Lifting off him, you lift your dress over your head as he eyes your pretty white lace lingerie while he smirks to himself. Fuck, he looks hot when he bites his lip like that. And, god, you need his shirt off. Tugging at it, you rock your hips back and forth to shimmy it off while he stays laying down. Hands on bodies, breath heavy, lips on each other’s…god, this was fun. 

He flips you to your back, pressing his lips to your chest, trailing kisses over your collarbone. Pushing your face to the side to access your neck, he covers it in sloppy, wet kisses. 

Since when was your bra so uncomfortable? And since when was it such a cock blocker? With that out of the way, his lips find your nipples, sucking harshly, but licking them to soothe the stings. Tugging at the waistband of his joggers, you can’t stop begging him to fuck you. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he says, mimicking your tone from earlier.

“Please, Yeonjun—” you gasp at the feeling of his finger gliding over your clit slowly—slower than anyone’s ever touched you before. But it’s amazing. “Will you please fuck me?” 

“Not yet,” he whispers. Standing to pull his pants and boxers down in one motion, he looks over your body. Oh, what was he gonna do with you and everything your body has to offer? Put you on your knees so he can cum all over your full tits? Fuck you from behind so he can see your ass jiggle? Fuck you in missionary so he can see your tits and tummy jiggle while he squeezes your thighs? There’s too many options to pick from.

But before he can make the decision, you crawl over to the foot of the bed, making a big show of it before reaching for his hips. Wrapping your hands around his hips to squeeze his ass, you pull him closer, kissing the tip of his cock. You were going to be the death of him. But you haven’t even tasted him yet. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you finally sink down on him completely. 

And fuck do you feel good. 

Fingers fumbling through your hair as he tries to steady himself, his head falls back to let out the most beautiful moan you’ve ever heard from a man. He whispers your name. 

“What?” You look at him, your lips forming a pout while you wait for an answer. He responds with a simple eyebrow raise. “You said my name,” you say matter-of-factly. “What is it?”

“Don’t tease me.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” 

Hooking his hands behind your knees, he pulls to flip you on your back while you let out a yelp. He boxes you in with his elbows, dragging his teeth over one of your nipples while you grip his hair, back arching to meet his mouth. He covers you in kisses. You don’t think anyone’s ever kissed you this much. Nothing will ever be enough after this. 

As he makes his way down, your legs fall over his shoulders, showering your thick thighs with kisses. Using his mouth to put the smallest amount of pressure on your clit over your thong, he makes you whine and involuntarily grind against his chin, trying to relieve any tension. But he’s not giving in either. Backing away, he chuckles at you. That jerk. Why does he have to be such a jerk?

“Don’t do that to me,” you say. Eyes dark, he takes the waistband of your thong between his teeth, pulling them down slowly, letting them drag over your skin. Kneeling between your thighs, he keeps that spine-tingling eye contact as he rubs his tip over your center. That sends a jolt through your body, letting your brain finally catch up with your body. 

“Will you wear a condom?”

Nodding, he quickly rustles through his suitcase messily splayed across the floor. Ripping the condom open with his teeth, he starts to roll it down himself, which is a glorious sight. And he can tell the effect it has on you. You smirk, glancing up at his eyes—eyes that are sparkling back at you. 

“Eyes on my cock, baby.”

Fine by you. Sliding it down so slowly, you’re entranced. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

One hand pressing on your hip, the other lining himself up with your pussy, he pushes himself inside you, your eyes rolling back and he groans in your ear. Short shallow breaths grace your skin as he thrusts fast and hard, just like you wanted. 

Bodies rocking together, he stares at your tits bouncing with his movements. Your nails start dragging down his back, but he quickly pulls out to turn you over, lifting you by your hips to bring you on all fours, your ass on full display. He spanks you, hard enough that your cheek will be pink tomorrow morning. 

Pressing on your lower back to deepen the arch, he thrusts into you again. With your face squished against the mattress, his hands dig into the fat of your hips to hold you in place. The fire in your stomach roars, legs trembling, muscles weak. He yanks you up by your hair—you were hoping he’d do that—to press your back to his chest, letting you feel how heavy he's breathing. 

“Don’t cum yet,” he says.

“Who said I was close?”

That evil laugh makes your eyes roll. “I can feel it.” Well, you can’t really argue with that. He was right. “Don’t.”

“You really like telling me what to do, huh?”

He snakes his hand in front of you to circle your clit, turning your whines to whimpers, desperately fighting the urge to let yourself go. What would happen if you did let yourself cum, though? It might be exciting to find out, hm? But being told what to do and when is just as exciting.

Grabbing his arm, your nails dig into his skin. He releases your hair, pushing you to the mattress roughly, face pressed against the mattress. Fists full of bed sheets, his hands spread across your ass, skin spilling through his fingers. 

It’s getting increasingly difficult to hold it together—the only thing letting you is knowing how good you must be making him feel if he’s making noises like that. 

“Yeonjun,” you gasp, his speed increasing. “Please.” The way he grunts tells you he’s close too, but he doesn’t plan on holding back. Pull my hair again, pull my hair again, pull my hair again, you keep thinking to yourself. And, oh, did you say that out loud? Because he pulls your hair again, finding an even deeper spot inside if you, the feeling spreading to your toes. 

“Please, Yeonjun—” you yelp. “Please let me cum.”

He groans again, your name falling out of his lips before adding, “Cum for me.”

Your loud whimpers are muffled by the pillow you’ve shoved your face into, the fire in your stomach roaring louder and louder until—

Fuck…

God, this is good. Your orgasm explodes inside you, fireworks going off in all directions, filling every nook and cranny of your body. Praising you through your orgasm, he encourages you to cum hard around him, reminding you of how good your pussy feels around his cock. 

Your body relaxes, but his doesn’t. He thrusts deeper inside of you, desperate to reach his own climax.

“Fuck—” he grunts, spanking you again. He loves seeing you jiggle like that. Reaching in front of you, he massages your tits, squeezing to get a firm grip. 

His breath hitches, his thrusts getting sloppy as he twitches inside you, groaning through his climax.

Collapsing on top of you, he catches his breath, chest rushing and falling against your back. Rolling off you to plop onto the mattress, he turns to look at your face while there’s a stillness in the air. 

“...so you’re a fan now?” 

“Haven’t I always been?”

Chuckling, his face turns to the ceiling, running his fingers through his hair, resting his arms above his head. As you make eye contact, both of you burst out laughing—

“I didn’t think you’d like the roleplaying thing as much as you did,” you giggle.

“Well, what can I say? It was hot,” he says. “Great idea, baby.” Tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, he smiles at you, kissing your forehead. “I love bringing you on tour with us.”

“I love it too.”

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blooming days - s.j.

{COMMISSION}: “a neighbors/strangers to lovers college au with johnny and y/n living across from each other in an apartment building with smut and side pairing of best friend x Mark.”

PAIRING: Johnny Suh x black!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: (a whoppingly ridiculous) 19.7k

GENRE: strangers to lovers, college au, smut, happy ending

SUMMARY: you fall for Johnny Suh in a span of a month.

WARNINGS: vaginal sex, face sitting, creampie (wrap yo shit), he calls you snooper/snoops/snoopy as a nickname, misunderstandings, meddling friends, mark and johnny are cousins, sana and momo from twice are reader's friends, reader is BLACK WITH BOX BRAIDS THAT ARE MENTIONED THROUGHOUT THE STORY

A/N: this wasn’t supposed to be this long, but i felt bad for taking forever and i also didn’t want to put out a suuuuper incomplete story (which even now still feels like one to me.) i feel like i’m not good at college aus like i don’t know how majors work nor anything about video production so this is probably all wrong!!! take it with a grain of salt and just enjoy the characters instead lol

ironically, this is not called a sky full of stars by coldplay and is called blooming days by exo-cbx.

Saturday, January 7th, marked one of the three move-in days for all students attending SMU. You were lugging your belongings to your new home for the next four months. You’d begged your parents not to drive you up and help with the items, opting to get assistance from your best friend, Sanai. She was staying in the Choi Residence Building, which was the next set of apartments over from yours, the Park Residence Building.

They were off-campus apartments that were owned by the university and you were excited to finally have the freedom of no curfew and the joy of a larger living space. There was even a cool essentials shop built into the first floor of the apartments that would limit your need to travel for snacks, though you would need to go to an actual store for things like alcohol.

You’d wanted to be roommates with Sanai this year but due to a mix-up in names, you were living with a hopefully lovely girl named Sana instead. The two of you were planning to still hang out just as much as you would’ve if you lived together and that started with the two of you bringing her things into her apartment earlier and currently tackling belonging now.

You were on the final trip and unloading the last few things from your car. Sanai had placed the second storage bin on top of the one in your arms. You struggled to balance them, but you both were so ready to be done and were determined to get it all upstairs in one go.

Your friend grabbed a smaller tub, giving herself a lighter load since it wasn’t her stuff and you’d done the same thing with her belongings, the both of you being playfully petty.

The only problem with that was that you could no longer see in front of yourself. You took a step forward with Sanai close behind you in case you dropped one of them. Another step followed slowly after, more wobbly than the first.

“Oh, shit! Let me help you with that!” A voice called from the other side of the stack of storage bins. You heard feet jogging toward you and you immediately went into panic mode. Because of Sanai’s close distance, she couldn’t see around bins either.

Before you could decline, large hands reached out and lifted the top bucket. A very tall man with blond hair and whisker dimples peered down at you with a tender grin. He turned to his friend that had caught up to him. “Mark, grab the other one from her.”

Mark, a shorter guy with light blue hair that surprisingly worked for him, stepped in front of you and offered his hands to take the bin.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that! We’ve got it under control,” you quickly tried to shut down, not wanting to bother anyone.

Sanai came up behind you, close enough to mutter into your ear and not let the two men hear. “Speak for yourself, these boys are hot and I am tired.”

Lips wide with teeth shining under the sun, your friend quickly contradicted your apprehensive behavior.

“Don’t mind her. We’ll take all the help we can get,” she said, taking control of the situation and pushing you to hand over the bin. Awkwardly, you felt yourself giving in to the weird aid and shuffled the container over into his grasp.

That made the polite blond even more pleased if it was possible. “Awesome because I’m glad to be of service,” the taller man responded, eyes flicking over to you briefly before returning to your friend. “I’m Johnny, by the way.”

“Sanai and this is my best friend…” The eager girl divulged both your names to introduce to the two of you, causing you to wave embarrassedly with your box braids coming untucked from behind your ear and shielding your face slightly as you looked down at your shoes.

Your friend wasn’t wrong, they were hot. Mark seemed like the studious, likable-by-everyone type of guy, with attractive cheekbones and a sweet smile that pulled everyone in. The colored contacts he wore fit him well too, another factor that added to his subtle handsomeness. He was a total catch, but not your type.

Johnny, on the other hand, was your type. He was a seemingly friendly guy with the most dazzling rows of teeth you’d ever seen. He looked like he belonged on a runway and not in a university-owned parking lot.

It was like the kindest form of mugging that could ever occur if they planned to rob you of your long sleeves and other cold-weather clothes that you doubted would fit them. Your eyes flickered over to the original man, who held the top bin.

He had the most fluffy, healthy-looking despite bleached blond hair and kind eyes that were in crescents as he smiled politely at you. “Lead the way and we’ll take it for you.”

Nodding shyly, you walked around them and headed for the entrance to the building. Putting your key card on the door panel, you quickly unlocked then held the door and let everyone in.

You guided them to the elevator and you all clambered in, surprisingly not setting off the weight limit with those bulky bins.

Once the door dinged on the 1st floor, one floor up from reception, you hopped off as you were the last to get on. The two boys picked back up the items they’d placed down while waiting and trudged along.

Your apartment was far down the hall and turn away. Johnny was surprised at the path you were taking but shook his head. There was no way what he was think was true. He kept thinking that until you started to slow down your speed, looking at the right side of the hall.

“24…26…” You stopped in front of your desired door, apartment 128.

A gasp sounded behind you. “This is your place?”

You were busy pulling out your lanyard and searching for the key, so your friend answered for you.

“Uh, yeah, why? Any death rumors I should know about?” Sanai joked and Johnny cackled, tossing his head back with his shoulders raising even with the bucket in hand.

“No, worse,” the taller man said in an exaggerated down tone. He leaned in close and whispered, “It means we’re neighbors.” He jutted his head toward the door on the other side of the hall, three steps to the left, apartment 127.

Your friend’s jaw dropped in a suspicious manner, the cogs in her scheming head already turning. “Actually, you two are neighbors,” Sanai informed with a smirk, pointing between you and Johnny. “I live in Choi.”

Mark’s eyes lit up, finally engaged in the conversation. “Oh wow, dude. That’s so wild! So do I.” You laughed along, surprised by the coincidence as you pushed the door open and stepped inside to hold it as the men walked into the home.

Mark walked in first and headed toward the living room. Sanai followed after to direct him and Johnny bounded in last.

“Then I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other in passing,” he concluded, looking down at you with a warm smile as he passed by you. Your heart panged in your chest and you quickly shuffled to close the door to avoid thinking about how the man you literally just meet was making you feel.

If you could barely handle 10 minutes around him, how were you going to tackle the next four months of living across from him?

  While you were eating your dinner, you received a call from Sanai. “Get dressed, we’re going to a party.”

“And why would we do that?” You posed, shoving a forkful of mashed potatoes into your mouth.

“Because we have to celebrate another semester and what better way than a back-to-school bash?” You could hear Sanai’s overexcited tone over the phone and you knew this night would only end up with her drunk out of her mind.

“Absolutely not, it’s a Sunday.”

You could almost picture Sanai nodding. “Exactly, everyone knows the best parties are on Sundays. That’s when you get all the tea to talk about on Monday and as it brews throughout the week.”

“Hell no, what kind of fool throws a party the night before the first day of class?”

-

“I think he’s the fool.”

Your eyes travel the room to the kitchen, where your best friend was pointing. A very long figure is being held up by a muscular man with light brownish-blond hair. The figure, a man that looked very similar to your neighbor, was upside down doing a keg stand as a crowd circled around him yelling “chug!”

Your eyes widened as you took him in. He was much different than the kind and helpful guy that you met yesterday. Tonight, you got a full show of chiseled abs and wild antics. He was drinking for his life as he was egged on by everyone around him. He seemed like such a popular guy, especially considering he apparently was the one hosting the ill-advised event.

Johnny stood up with a flushed face and took a few deep breaths. The room was strangely silent as everyone watched over him to see if he would puke his guts. After a few seconds of trying to hold the contents of his stomach inside him, he pushed his surprisingly still soft-looking hair back from his face and raised both arms into the air, a boisterous shout leaving his mouth.

“Whoo!” The entire house erupted in cheers at the reigned him a champion of the night. You shook your head and laughed at his antics, more curious about the enigma that was your neighbor, Johnny.

The rest of the night was spent swaying to the music off to the side and watching over Sanai and conversing with Sana and her friend, Momo. There were times when your eyes trailed over to Johnny while has was playing beer pong or talking with his friends but as fate would have it, every time you looked away, he would look over, the two of you just missing each other.

  When you walked out of your apartment that morning, you felt refreshed, unlike the rest of the guests at last night’s party, partly because you barely consumed any alcohol. You wanted to be alert for your first class of the semester and since Sanai had a tendency to go buck wild with liquor in her system, you made yourself DD to avoid her crying at a plant at 3 a.m.

You locked up your home, the last to leave as Sana had an 8 a.m. class. As you pulled the key from the locking mechanism, you heard the door behind you swinging open. You turned your head as a precaution and greeted the person leaving the home.

“Oh, hi,” you said caught off guard, not expecting the face that was staring back at you. It was the dude holding Johnny up last night. He was more gorgeous up close despite the obvious hangover on his features. “You must be living with Johnny?”

You pointed to the door he came out of and he slowly nodded, probably not into small talk while nursing a headache and possibly late for class.

“We’re roommates. Why, are you a debt collector?” The question came off gruffly but you knew he was only trying to be funny.

You chuckled to let him know you caught on to his humor. “No, but if there was a debt involved, I’d be the one owing him,” you informed with a light smile, referring to his help on Saturday. “If you guys are roommates, I’m your neighbor.”

You shook your keys out in front of him and gestured toward your door. A look of realization came upon his face.

“Ah, you must be the girl Mark mentioned yesterday. He told me he invited a ‘Sanai’ to the party last night and that her friend was a neighbor, but I didn’t get to meet either of you.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance now,” you said, offering your hand and telling him your name.

The roommate slipped his backpack on his shoulder more and reciprocated the action. A grin made its way onto his face showcasing deep dimples that looked even hotter than they did under the strobing lights of the frat house.

Before he could tell you his identification in return, his door opened again and Johnny stood in the doorway with his eyes narrowing on the back of his friend’s head. “Jae, what have I told you about leaving without locking the door? It’s like you want me to get snatched.”

It seemed that the two had a longer history than just the past few days in the apartment complex and were very fond of engaging each other in tomfoolery.

“Jae” released your hand and turned to his roommate with a pseudo-annoyed expression. “Who the hell is snatching all 8 feet, 11 inches of you besides The Rock, Jason Momoa, or Shaq? I was about to lock it but she—”

His eyes flickered over to you as he pointed a thumb at you. “Distracted me.”

Deciding to play along, you gasped exaggeratedly, pretending to be scandalized. How dare he throw you under the bus? “Hey!”

That caused “Jae” to crack up and Johnny to register your presence in the hallway. He immediately straightened up, all trace of familiarity disappearing as he awkwardly scratched his neck a the bizarre display with his friend. “Oh, hey there neighbor.”

The tone that came out was so embarrassed, the dragging out of the “hey” sounding forced, like he wanted to pretend he didn’t just make a buffoon of himself in front of a pretty girl.

“Good morning, Johnny,” you giggled, none the wiser to his inner turmoil. He took in your bright smile and how your face wasn’t covered by your braids today, the tresses tucked into a high bun that was completed by carefully laid edges.

From your perspective, he looked good too; he adorned a cream knit sweater with red clay, brown, white, and black colors mixed into the design. He looked so snuggly in the garment paired with khaki pants. He was also surprisingly alert for a man who drank his body weight in beer last night.

A ding on “Jae”’s wrist via Apple watch notified him that it was 9:30. “Shit, I gotta go pick up Wonnie for class. Since you’re already standing there, lock up, will you?” he cursed while talking more to Johnny. He then smiled and bowed to you. “It was nice meeting you! I’m Jaehyun, by the way.”

With a friendly wave, he began walking down the hall and left you alone with Johnny. You turned your attention to the man that was still standing in his doorway.

“Uh, I should probably head out too,” you suggested while shuffling onto your left foot. Your eyes trailed down the hall that Jaehyun had disappeared down.

You were leaving already and he still didn’t get a chance to get prove he wasn’t lame or a weirdo. On the flip side, he was still in the dark about you. He didn’t get to pique your interest or learn more about you beyond your precious smile and cute eyes.

You could be a loud chewer or a pee-with-the-door-wide-open kind of person and he didn’t anything about you except that you lived in apartment 128 and you liked, or at least tolerated, Heineken from what he saw when his eyes caught you talking to some girl next to you that wasn’t Sanai last night.

Trying not to frown over a girl he barely had a meaningful conversation with, he agreed, “Uh yeah, me too. I gotta grab my things for my Scriptwriting class.” He looked back into his home at his things on his coffee table in the living room then back to your side profile.

Your head snapped back toward him. “You have Scriptwriting right now? Is it with Professor Ha Eunji?”

Johnny’s heart thumped, curious about how you knew. “Uh, yeah?” Your entire face lit up and you fully turned to him, clasping both your hands together with joy. To him, you were even prettier like this.

“No way! Are you a Video Production Major? I’m in that class too,” you beamed, excited to talk about your major. You’ve loved film since you were a kid. You remembered the cinema during the summer when they had free morning showings for children and going to drive-ins on weekends throughout the year with your dad.

The way stories were shared reeled you in. The idea that for a few hours you could bring people into your world, your way of thinking, and let them experience things through your perspective was so cool to younger you and it made you want to tell one of your own one day.

“Yeah,” he nodded, trying to test the waters. There’s no way there’d be another coincidence. “I’m in Camera Operations. You?”

“Video Directing.” Not exactly the same, but that meant that you’d be seeing a lot of each other in passing. Subsequently, that could give him more opportunities to get to know you.

“Well then, I’ll see you in 20. Save me a seat?” Johnny posed, taking a chance. Your breath hitched at the raise of his brow. You figured you wave to each other before class started but you didn’t think you’d be sitting next to him.

“S-sure,” you stuttered out, looking down at your shoes. Johnny’s face showcased those whisper dimples you were beginning to think were so cute.

“Alright, bye neighbor.” With a wink, he slowly closed the door to leave alone in the hallway blowing out a breath. You felt warm and, standing there stupidly while facing his door as a testament to the gospel of Bubbly by Colbie Caillat.

  True to his word, Johnny walked into the class with a smirk, high-fiving and shooting finger guns at other students he must have known from previous semesters. He was the perfect example of an extrovert character in movies.

You barely greeted the people in the class and opted for sitting in the back row to avoid being seen and called on. You were in a seat at the end of the row with an empty chair beside you, following his request to save him a seat but not wanting to make it obvious. If he didn’t end up sitting with you, it would just look like you were leaving a space between others out of dissociation and would save you the embarrassment.

After Johnny had spoken to seemingly everyone in the room, he peered around looking for a particular braided bun. Eyeing you in your seat, his heart thumped when he registered the free space beside you.

“Hey, John! You sitting with us?” Daniel posed, leaning back in his seat and twiddling a pencil between his fingers. Johnny’s attention turned back to him, with a sheepish grin.

“Not this time, I’ve got someone saving a seat for me,” he informed truthfully nodding his head in your direction.

You’d been unconsciously listening for his answer and your head popped up when you heard him acknowledge your agreement. You found him looking at you genuinely and your cheeks rose involuntarily, unable to hide your shyness. It only got worse when his friends oohed at the admission.

You looked down, staring at your black-screened phone and trying to ignore that fluttering in your stomach and the connotations they were attaching to his words. Johnny playfully rolled his eyes and pushed his friend’s shoulder before hiking his bag back up his arm from where it started to slip.

Nodding a see you later to them, he started up the stairs to your row. Your ears honed in on his footsteps over all of the conversations in the room. Your heartbeat was the only other sound you could register other than his advance toward you and you were worried that he’d be able to hear it.

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking up and catching a glimpse of him as he neared you. You looked eyes and Johnny waved at you as slid down the row past the others sitting on the row. He came from the inner left side of the teaching hall and you were on the outer right. He’d walked up the center stairs, putting those long legs to good use by skipping steps to get to his seat quicker as the Professor walked into the room.

Plopping down in the seat and taking his backpack down, he smiled at you as the Professor began to call the class roster. He brought his bag onto his lap to pull out his materials and you watched him prepare unintentionally, enamored by how cool he appeared while doing such a mundane thing. Feeling your sight on him, his eyes flickered over to you.

“Hi,” he whispered, leaning in slightly to not call attention and receive a scolding. You couldn’t help the slight upturn of your lips as you nodded respectfully in return.

“H-hi.”

By Friday the 13th, you came to the spooky realization that Johnny smelled like citrus, all the fucking time.

When he sat beside you in Scriptwriting. In the elevator back to your apartments. Even when he greeted you at the mailboxes.

Whatever cologne, perfume, shampoo, conditioner, or fucking alpha pheromone from those weird books Sanai read—he fucking oozed it—and it was killing you inside.

No one could peel an orange around you without you thinking he’d walked into the room. Your eyes would light up light a fucking dog when their owner returned home with just a whiff and you don’t know how you’d become like this.

Were you that starved of attention and affection that you had to resort to losing your mind the second a tall strapping man smiled politely in your general direction? Surely that couldn’t be the case. Maybe you just enjoyed his company as a neighbor, a friend, and you were just glad to have more people to interact with this semester. Yes, that had to be it.

You kept that thought process up for the following week, holding your breath whenever you saw Johnny in the elevator and trying not to freak out over his wonderful scent. You also hoped you didn’t look like Edward when Bella walked in for class in Twilight every time.

By the grace and mercy of God, Johnny wasn’t around the common areas of the apartment when you returned to your home after classes on Friday, January 20th, but there was another being that was plaguing you.

Sanai was already posted up on your couch eating a bowl of fruit from the essentials shop within the complex when you walked in.

You slowly toed your shoes off and quirked up a brow. “Uhm, did I walk into Choi by accident?”

“Hey!” Sanai responded, waving a fork in your direction before using it to pick up a piece of pineapple to escort into her mouth.

“Why are you here unannounced? Better yet, how did you get in without a key?” You questioned while walking past her to place your bag down in your room. You didn’t think your friend possessed any hacking skills that you were aware of and she didn’t seem like the secret agent type to con and sneak her way in.

“I called Sana.”

You came back into the living room and plopped down on the couch beside her. “Oh.” Then you reasked your first inquiry. “So what brings you here, without fruit for me?”

“Yours is in your fridge. You’re welcome,” she replied snootily, rolling her eyes and scoffing at the idea of you doubting her as she continued. “I ordered a packaged to be delivered here because there’s been missing packages on my floor and it was out for delivery today, so I came to wait.”

She pointed to the two boxes on the coffee table in front of the both of you. Both were open, but the one to the left was folded closed while the other was able to be seen inside.

Reaching up, you picked up the closed one. You read the shipping label of the plain cardboard box with no descriptive packaging. It boldly stated Adam and Eve, meaning there was a 105% chance of the box you were holding contained adult toys.

“What the fuck did you buy?” You probed, scrunching your face before eyeing your friend suspiciously and pointing to the other box on the table. “What’s with the camera lenses? Are you starting an OnlyFans?”

While you did believe in supporting sex workers, your friend knew she could come to you if she needed extra money and that she could tell you if she was having problems, so to see these items with no warning worried you.

“Yeah, so, about that…” Sanai trailed off, diverting her gaze and looking guilty as she placed her empty bowl on the table beside the boxes. “Those are Johnny’s because might’ve, sorta-kinda, possibly opened his package without reading the label on it.”

You hopped up from your seat with a shout. “You did what?!”

“In my defense, he put the wrong address on it and it was sitting in front of your door when I got here, so I thought it was mine and just opened it!” She explained, picking up a pillow to defend herself from any potential swings from you. “The mail monitors this campus employs are terrible at their jobs when you think about it. I say we should go and raise a complaint right now.”

Sanai quickly shuffled to her feet only to receive a harsh glare that put her straight back into her seat on the couch, curled up for dear life.

“You are so wor’some!” You stated exasperatedly as you picked up the box. Letting out a huff, you turned on your heels and headed towards your front door. Your shoes were kicked on as you swung the door open.

After stepping out of the apartment and taking the giant step over to stand in front of apartment 127, you took in a deep breath and calmed yourself. You were contemplating just ding-dong ditching the package but since it was open and there was an off chance that neither of them would hear your knock, you knew you had to take responsibility.

You rapped on the door and waited. A soft “who is it?” came from the other side. You shyly responded with your name and heard the door getting unlocked.

The door swung open and you were greeted by a man slightly taller than you. “Oh, hi, Mark?”

The light blue-haired man smiled politely at you as he leaned against the door frame, the door half closed and resting on his back to obscure your view inside the home. You were not expecting him to be one of the two possibilities.

“Hi,” he replied back, raising an eyebrow. “You say that like you don’t want to see me.”

You immediately shook your head and your free hand to disagree, floundering to correct his assumption. “No, no, I just didn’t know you were here.”

Mark just chuckled, clearly amused at his ability to fluster you. “I was just kidding. What brings you here?”

You slightly lifted the box in your hands. “Delivery for one Johnny Suh.”

Mark nodded with realization. “Ah, one second,” he said while holding up a finger. He then turned his head to yell into the apartment. “Hyung, you have a package!”

Johnny called back. “Well then get it, dumbass!”

You stifled a laugh at his relaxed manner. Was he always like this with his friends? It was very cute and hilarious to watch.

“You have to sign for it, butt munch!” Mark shouted in return, winking at you and making you an accomplice in pissing off the taller man.

“Then forge my name, asshat!” Johnny sounded annoyed and part of you worried that Mark was distracting him from something important.

“The delivery lady said I can’t do that, shitwipe!” Still egging him on, Mark continued to beckon Johnny to the front door. “Just come to the door and stop wasting this nice lady’s time.”

Heavy footsteps padded toward the two of you as Mark smirked with a suspicious look all over his face. The door opened wider to allow Johnny space behind Mark.

“Why are you such a fucking pain in my—Hello!” He cut himself off once he noticed you in the doorway.

Looking you over, he saw you were trying to hold back your giggles at their foolish behavior. A sense of deja vu hit him. He was making a habit of embarrassing himself at his front door. He really had to stop yelling at his friends before checking who was around.

Johnny's eyes bored into you, taking in your figure and how your outfit suited you, the distressed jeans you wore making him feel like a Victorian seeing ankle. Your skin looked so smooth between the rips but he didn’t want to seem like a pervert, so he lead his eyes back upward. They eventually locked onto the box in your hand.

Registering the lenses he could see inside it, his expression did a complete 180. His jaw clenched slightly and his eyes narrowed.

  “So that’s where it was! Thief! Snooper!” He accused while pointing out a finger at you, pushing Mark aside and taking his place in the doorway. Mark stood off to the right of Johnny and just behind the wall beside the door jamb. He looked at Johnny with disbelief at his sudden manhandling but let it go and pulled out his phone to check his messages, uninterested in the convo.

Johnny couldn’t comprehend it. You weren’t a loud chewer type but an invasion-of-privacy type and that would be harder to work with, a dealbreaker.

“Oh, please! It was placed by our door by mistake,” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and swatting his judging digit.

Johnny put his hand down to cross his arms over his chest and raised a brow, thinking he’d caught you red-handed. “Then why is it open, Snoopy?”

You would’ve loved receiving a cute nickname from a hot guy under any other circumstances, but this didn’t have the same connotations and you had to clear up the misunderstanding before it got worse.

“Because you put the wrong address on it and my best friend has a bag of bolts where her brain should be and opened it without looking, thinking it was her new vibra—order from some site,” you corrected, grimacing at the way both Johnny and Mark’s eyes widened.

Both men had caught on to what you were about to say and Mark’s face slowly started to fill with heat as he looked down at his phone, trying to avoid looking at you and actually distract himself from thinking about it further.

Johnny cleared his throat, awkwardly tucking his hair behind his ear as he processed where your hand was currently pointing to. There in black and white read Suh Johnny, 1 Star Museum Avenue (Park Residential Building), Apt 128 along with the building’s city and zip code.

He pondered how he had gotten it wrong. The night he’d ordered it, he’d been sitting in his living room and discussing with Jaehyun which type of lenses would be better, but he couldn’t come up with a conclusive choice.

Johnny recalled scrolling through the website with a determined look on his face as he had narrowed it down to two in his cart. Jaehyun was munching on his dinner, Burger King, as he watched his friend slowly lose his mind over two lenses that pretty much looked the same to him.

“Why don’t you order them both and test them? Doesn’t the company have a return policy or a money-back guarantee?” The roommate suggested, popping a fry into his mouth.

Johnny sighed, running his hands through his hair. Though he had the finances to buy both, he just didn’t want to spend it unnecessarily and have to go through the entire process of shipping it back and ensuring he’d get his money back. That also meant he had to make sure the lenses didn’t break on the way back to the company.

But since he couldn’t gauge them without them physically being in his sight, he resigned himself to agree. “I guess I’ll just do that then.” Pressing the checkout button, he started in putting his info in when Jaehyun piped up again.

“Once they get here, you can test them out on the hottie in 128 you’ve been ‘coincidentally’ meeting around the complex.”

Okay, maybe all of the times you’d seen each other in passing weren’t fate, but could you blame him? You only had one class together and he wanted to get to know you better. That didn’t make him Joe Goldberg or anything.

“I was making a friend,” Johnny insisted, turning to face his friend to level with him. “And I would never ask her to do lens testing.”

“Ah, right. I forget you were into shooting movies,” Jaehyun said with a sneaky tone in his voice and a suspicious dimpled smirk on his face, an obvious sign he was about to make a joke. “Perhaps a filming bedroom scene with her is more your speed, Mr. Camera Operator?”

Johnny cocked his right fist back and reached across his body to punch his friend in the shin. Jaehyun responsively cried out in pain clutching his burger in his left hand and his leg in his right.

“Shit, too far! Sorry, sorry!” He winced, shrinking back in case Johnny swung again.

The annoyed male turned back to his laptop on the coffee table he was sitting on the floor in front of, partially flustered at the thought. He’d just met you. There was no way he’d be imagining how you looked fucked out or worse, recording it like some low-budget adult film.

Johnny typed in the requested shipping info, trying to ignore the weird thoughts Jaehyun put in his head about “the hottie in 128.”

Perhaps in his frustration, he’d hit the wrong number.

“I-I guess you got me there.” Chuckling awkwardly, Johnny reached his hand out to accept the package. You pushed into his grasp, his fingertips brushing yours and causing you to let go abruptly, the heat of his fingers embarrassing you further.

It was your turn to clear your throat as a means to take control of the situation. “Uhm, anyway, here you are,” you trailed off, gesturing to the box now firmly in his grasp. “Have a good night.”

Swiveling around without waiting for a reply, you hustled back to your apartment and through the unlocked door. Your back landed against the back of the door as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Sanai was going to kill you if she heard about that and Jaehyun would never let Johnny live it down if he found out about his error.

To teach Video Editing, your professor took an eccentric approach. Rather than giving you the basics and letting you run wild, he gave you an assignment with no rules on completion.

You were to film and edit a video introducing yourself to the class. Your professor wanted to see your level of expertise and your take on media in order to gauge how to teach his class better.

You were okay with a challenge but this was an elementary school KWL chart from hell. You’d never touched Premiere Pro or Final Cut Pro X a day in your life. You didn’t own a camera besides the one on your phone and despite what Apple commercials tried to persuade the public, you just weren’t skilled enough yet to do all of those cool shots.

You were also probably one of the few people on the planet who didn’t have an “I’m going to become a Youtuber and get rich!” phase as well, so you weren’t good with transitions and graphics, but you were going to try your best. You had a vision of how you wanted it to look when you were done and by the grace of God, you were gonna do it.

You just needed to figure out how to film it decently enough not to get booed out of the classroom. That led you to sit in the cafeteria on Friday the 27th with Sanai, Sana, and Momo as they enjoyed the delicacies the chefs had to offer that day.

The three of the girls around you ate while you were glued to your laptop for inspiration. You were still confused about how to film it and that wasn’t even the main part of the fucking project. Looking through tons of Youtube videos and blogs, you groaned at all of the research.

Sanai was unable to take your bellyaching and looked over at you as she scooped a bit of her soup in her mouth.

“Why don’t you ask Johnny for help?” She brought up once she pulled her spoon out, pointing it at you to emphasize her point. “He’s in a similar field. Maybe he’s taken the class before and knows how to edit.”

Sana nodded while picking up her bubble tea. “He’s into cameras, right? He might let you borrow one of his.” She tilted her drink at you with similarly gesturing to Sanai before sipping from it.

“Oh God no. I looked up how much those lenses that he bought and they were a fucking grip. Renaissance floor tickets would be cheaper. There’s no way he’d intentionally let those bastards out of his sight again unless the two of you were divorced with joint custody of those things,” Sanai exaggerated, waving her hand to signal it was a no-go.

“So suck his dick for it,” Momo chimed, picking at her salad with a bored look like that was the most obvious idea to solve your dilemma. Your eyes widened as Sanai gasped and Sana slapped her arm.

“I told you she’s not that kind of girl,” the girl reprimanded in a whisper-shout. What was that supposed to mean and why did you feel slightly hurt by it?

“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Sanai agreed, pointing to Momo, who beamed at someone taking her side. Of course, your best friend would jump at a thought of the carnal variety. “I bet it’s massive though, so make sure you stretch your jaw first.”

She reached out to pat your shoulder, but you quickly shrugged her off, wanting no parts in what she was saying.

Momo nodded, pointing back at Sanai with her fork like they were on the same wavelength. “Yeah, I’d recommend pacing yourself for a guy his size.”

It was like you weren’t even a part of the conversation anymore and they were deciding the best course of action for you. Sana attempted to corral the conversation as the vice of reason. “Okay! There will be no dick-sucking for camera borrowing. Like why would she do that?”

Momo rolled her eyes at the two naive ones at the table. “Because he’s hot and she doesn’t want an F on her first big assignment.”

Walking into the massive cafeteria for lunch, Jaehyun guided Johnny through throngs of students to pick up a tray and receive his desired meal. The taller blond followed the shorter one while pulling out his lunch card to pay, wanting to be prepared.

He chose a burger and fries while Jaehyun got a salad to even out his heavy breakfast. They got past the massive line easily enough and were now faced with the dilemma of where to sit. Peeking out into the sea of their peers, they looked around for people they knew and could tolerate engaging in conversation with for the duration of their meals.

Johnny saw Daniel and the Scriptwriting crew but couldn’t be bothered to listen to him talk about the newest B-rated film that he’d pretend to like to seem cooler than everyone else. Jaehyun saw his friend from his Phys Ed class but didn’t want to sit with them after just being with them 10 minutes ago.

The shorter blond shifted his attention one table behind that one and notice a table full of familiar girls and a smirk rose on his face.

“Let’s go,” he led, tapping on Johnny’s chest with the back of his left hand to signal him to stop looking and follow. The two bounded over, Johnny slowing down as he registered your face coming into view.

He couldn’t necessarily show how hyped he was about the idea of enjoying his food with you, but he didn’t have to, Jaehyun could practically read his mind, whether the taller man liked it or not.

“Hello, ladies,” Jaehyun said smoothly as he came up to the end of the table to ask politely before sitting. “Can me and Johnny join you guys?”

Johnny stood awkwardly behind his friend like a giant bodyguard. You looked up, and your conversation about him effectively ended the second the shorter blond spoke. You gave him a smile and gestured to the two empty seats facing each other beside you and Momo.

“Feel free,” you offered and Jaehyun looked back to Johnny to signal him to choose. Not brave enough to sit next to you, he chose the seat beside Momo, which still gave him a better view of your face.

Jaehyun shrugged and plopped into the seat next to you and placed his tray down.

“So how was class?” He questioned to start back up the conversation. One by one the other three girls answered.

“Great, my Professor complimented my designs today,” Sanai gushed, wiggling in her seat with glee.

“Pretty decent. Me and Mo are on the same team for our dance project,” Sana answered and her friend nodded along.

Then all the girls looked at you with somber looks and you groaned, shutting your laptop in agony.

“Ooh, that bad, huh?” Jaehyun winced, picking up his drink and sipping it as watched over you. You just sighed,

“You don’t know the half of it,” Sanai started off, noticing that the tallest man at the table was listening in despite trying to pretend he was interested in plucking a fry for its container to eat. “She needs to film and edit an All About Me for class despite not having a single clue how to do so.”

That definitely piqued Johnny’s interest. Nibbling on his fry, his eyes flickered over to you in your state of wallowing while Jaehyun piped up, none the wiser to what your best friend was scheming.

“Why don’t you have Johnny help?” He offered on his roommate’s behalf, falling right into her trap as he pointed his fork toward the man in front of him before and shoved it back into his salad.

All the girls gave you a knowing look but you just looked down at your hands, your hair falling in front of your face. “I didn’t want to be a bother…”

“You are not a bother,” Johnny blurted out, and that made you reluctantly lift your head in Johnny’s direction. The two of you locked eyes, the man already staring at you with wide eyes, in shock that he’d said that.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You inquired, the wary but hopeful gaze of your irises squeezing his heart. You were too cute for your own good. You could probably persuade Satan to do good once more.

He supposed he could help you. It’d be a great way to get to know more about you. Reaching for his drink, he tried to play it cool. “No, of course not. I can lend you my stuff and give you some pointers.”

The way you lit up was reminiscent of the time in the hallway. “Really? That be great.”

“I can’t meet this weekend because I have errands to run, but maybe we can do it after class on Monday and we go from there?” Johnny suggested and being the child that she is, Sanai snickered under her breath at the way that sounded. You promptly hit her under the table but in a way that Johnny couldn’t see.

“Sounds like a plan,” you grinned, feeling slightly better about the outlook of your project.

  That Monday after class, Johnny stood out in the middle of your living room like a sore thumb. He hadn’t grasped the concept of sitting down on the couch, not wanting to overstep, and waited patiently for you to grab your concept sheets and script from your room.

You looked so gorgeous when you opened the door in your dolled-up outfit. Your box braids were down with a few front pieces on each side twisted together and pulled back with a hair tie to cascade down with the rest. There was a rose clipped on the left side twist, highlighting your lovely face further.

“Okay, what do you think of this?” You questioned him as you handed the sheets to look over. Johnny gazed at them with an intense stare, his face indecipherable. You nervously bit your lip waiting for his answer.

Looking up from the paper, he nodded and raised his lips into a comforting smile. “Sounds good to me. I’ll start setting up and let you know when I’m ready.”

You agreed and left him to it. There wasn’t really anything else for you to do besides wait, so you sat on your couch and looked over your emails and texts.

Sanai was being nosy as always and was blowing up your phone all day about giving her updates about the filming. She’d sent 15 texts since he’d arrived, but you thought ahead and silenced your phone before you opened the door.

The latest one was Is he big? Grower or show-er? which caused you to roll your eyes and type back go to hell, the deepest part if possible.

Johnny pulled out his tripod, adjusting the height and leveling it before he pulled out his camera. Taking the screw part off the tripod, he twisted in on the bottom of the camera and slid it back on. He’d already plugged in the mic attachment back at his to save time. Lastly, he set up the ring light, ensuring it wasn’t too bright and that it didn’t look weird on your skin tone.

He looked through the viewfinder to monitor the optics to make sure there wasn’t a reason for white balancing again. He then needed to check the zoom and clarity so he called your name.

Your head popped up to look at him and he couldn’t help himself but smile the smallest bit at how pulchritudinous looked noticing the camera and unconsciously smiling.

He foolishly hadn’t switched it to video yet but perhaps that was God looking out because his index finger immediately pressed the snap button, capturing that moment of you in time before you moved.

Realizing he’d called your name and you were waiting for him to speak, he began to explain the plan while turning the dial to video. “I’ll just read the questions and you wait three seconds before going then we’ll edit it out later. That way there’s no confusion and we don’t get any weird overlapping parts of me saying it too late and you starting early. Does that sound good?” He looked up from his little image of you in his viewfinder to actually gauge your reaction.

Your nerves were eating you up inside but his calm voice and knowledgeable manner eased you slightly. He was showing you that you could trust him and that he had no ill will toward you, instead actively wanting to help you, and that was so sweet to you.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered out, butterflies going into overdrive in your stomach. To boost you up, he gave you two thumbs up and you placed your phone behind you to get it out of sight, scooting up in your seat some then returning the action.

“Alright, action.” Johnny pressed the button and counted down from three with his fingers to cue you in.

Taking a deep breath, you braved a smile and waved, staring at him as if talking to him made it easier than looking at the camera. You introduced your name and age, telling him about where you were from and your siblings before you awkwardly trailed off, unsure of where to go from there.

Johnny picked up the sheet and read the first question. “What made you want to pursue Video Production?”

You counted out the three by yourself that time before answering. “My dad. He also took me to the movies when I was younger and encouraged me to see everything in order for me to know that I can be anything. I want to pass that on to others from the other side of the screen.”

Johnny nodded, storing the info in the back of his mind. “Why do you want to be Video Director?”

“I know it’s gonna sound cliche and overdone but I want to tell stories. I want to showcase different ways of thinking. I want to bring other worlds and cultures to life, even if only for a few hours. I want to do something that will inspire others the way I was as a child sitting at the edge of my seat with my popcorn in the movie theater.”

Johnny watched how in love you sounded with the idea of directing in the future. Just hearing and seeing the joy you had when you spoke gave him chills. He’d never met someone with the same deep feelings about your shared major.

Your eyes light up when you talked about it. You shoulders got high with pride as you gushed and your teeth were on full display due to an unshakeable smile. Film was one thing that got you out of your shell like no other. You looked like belonged in front of the camera, not behind it.

It was safe to say this innocent crush he thought he had was full-blown interest. The was no longer a question about how much he liked you. He also was hoping that one day he’d get the chance to film a movie you’d direct.

“-ny?” You called, waving a hand out to get his attention. “Is there something wrong with the video? Should I change something or is it okay?”

Johnny snapped back into reality and swallowed thickly to gather his thoughts. Braving a smile, he gave you a thumbs up. You reciprocated the action, radiating light itself from the sofa you were seated on and making his heart jump.

“No, it was perfect.” You were perfect.

Later that week, you sat on the floor of Johnny’s living room that he totally didn’t stress vacuum twice and would’ve possibly done it a third time if Jaehyun hadn’t abducted it and threatened to strangle him with it if he disturbed his sleep again with the loud noise.

You had filmed and transferred all the video files onto a hard drive and your computer for editing and now came the time for Johnny to teach you what the fuck you were doing.

He was seated beside you with his leg touching yours and you both had to keep calm though you were internally freaking out. The warmth of his thigh on yours was enough to make you swoon and the way his scent overwhelmed the space was intoxicating.

Both of your laptops were on the coffee table in front of you, and you heard Johnny breathe out anxiously. “Okay. First things first, which program do you wanna use?”

“Uh, Final Cut Pro, I guess?” You responded more in the form of a question, which made him chuckle.

“That works for me. Go ahead and open it up for me,” he instructed before focusing on his own computer and doing the same.

Over the next hour, he explained in detail how to import the videos into the program, splice them, how to add effects, and even touched up on graphics. Then he let you get to work on how you wanted the videos in order and adding the question slides in.

After about 20 minutes of organizing everything to your liking, you ran into a slight problem. “Johnny?”

“Hmm?”

“How do I–” you stopped short, noticing how close the two of you were. You hadn’t realized he’d leaned over when you called his name and now your faces were inches apart because of how you turned your head.

Your breath hitched but neither of you moved away. Johnny looked into your eyes with a soft stare yet somehow indecipherable.

“How do you what?” His warm surprisingly minty breath that absolutely was not a result of brushing his teeth in preparation for being this close and not wanting you to think he had bad breath tickled your nose.

“T-the overlay,” you stuttered out, unable to divert your gaze from his face. You took in the man's features, the little indentation marks and slightly rough skin of a post-shave illuminating how handsome he was. Though he was a “cool kid”, being this close to him allowed you to see him in a more natural state, not the polished version the student body created about him.

“You, uh,” The only thing he could think about was laying over you at that moment. How on earth was he supposed to think coherently let alone verbalize instructions with how kissable you looked right then?

Johnny’s eyes traveled down to your lips, taking in how plump they looked. The sheen of your lip gloss was inviting and his mouth watered to know what it tasted like, what you tasted like.

You were no better off. The mint on his tongue sounded quite delicious and you were perfectly okay with the idea of trying it if he’d let you.

Neither of you could truly tell who leaned in but just before your lips touched, the blaring of your ringtone made you jump apart.

You scrambled to grab your phone from beside your abandoned laptop. Picking it up quickly you looked over the caller ID. Noticing it was your roommate, you swiped the answer button.

“Hello?” You breathed out, tucking your braids behind your left ear as brought the phone to your right one.

Johnny silently freaked out next to you, cursing himself for almost kissing you and the caller for ruining it. He readjusted his clothes and thanked God you were distracted with listening to whatever the person on the line was saying to question what the fuck almost just happened.

The call was quick, not even 30 seconds though it felt like an eternity to not have your full attention. You hung up the phone and shyly turned back to Johnny to inform him of the conversation.

“It’s Sana. Apparently, she left her key card back at the apartment and needs me to let her in downstairs,” you explained, looking down at the phone in a manner Johnny wanted to consider sullen. You caught the time on the lock screen. “Is it this late already? I-I should go. I’m sure I’m keeping you.” You jutted your thumbs toward the door to gesture leaving and towards your roommate’s general location.

That snapped Johnny in two. You were leaving and he didn’t get to fully gauge your feelings nor help you finish your assignment. “I can buzz her in up here so that you can stay and finish working on this,” he offered in an attempt to get you to stay.

Too bad you were antsy to get the fuck out of his apartment before you humiliated yourself to the point of needing to unenroll for the university. “No!” You shouted all too eagerly, which caused Johnny to pull back slightly with a bit of shock on his face. Your rejection stung like an angry wasp and you had to soften your abruptness to avoid ruining anything between you. “Truth be told, I’m kinda starving and it’s Sana’s turn to cook, so I’m going because I wanna pester her about it.”

Johnny partially relaxed when he accepted your lie and to seal the deal, you ended with, “You’ve done so much for me already. If I can’t find out through my memory or a Google Search, then I’ll Johnny Search it. I promise.”

There was a sweet smile sent his way before you began to gather your things at break-neck speed. You were putting your stuff in your bag and Johnny piped up once more.

“I can still buzz her in so that she’s not waiting in the cold, you know?”

“No, that’s her punishment for not keeping her belongings in place and not maintaining good organizational skills,” you stated with a scolding tone meant for her. Johnny nodded in understanding.

Once everything was away, you stood with Johnny following suit. You turned around to face him and looked up at him with what he could only describe as the prettiest fucking irises he’d ever seen.

“Thank you so much, Johnny,” you said in a heartfelt tone. Johnny could’ve sworn his heart ceased movement.

“You are so welcome,” he cheesily said back, grimacing inside at how stupid it sounded. God, love made him a loser.

“I’ll walk myself out. Have a good night, neighbor,” you informed, swiveling on your heels and beelining for the door. You were finally free from the suffocating atmosphere of what you hoped was tension but you weren’t quite sure.

Slipping on your shoes, you opened the door with haste and found a confused Jaehyun with a key in hand. “Hi, Jaehyun. Bye, Jaehyun.” You blurted out briskly as you swiftly slipped past him.

That just left him even more confused at your appearance, and now disappearance, in his home. Shrugging he walked through the wide open doorway and kicked off his shoes as he locked the door with his free hand.

Coming around the corner to put his backpack down, he found Johnny in the living room. That would’ve been a normal thing to discover in his home but given that the other blond was currently tugging at his hair and punching a decorative couch pillow, safe to say you weren’t the only one acting a fool.

“I don’t even wanna know whatever form of foreplay this is.”

Johnny froze at the sudden voice and flushed at being caught. His head popped up to see his roommate smirking at him with an eyebrow quirked up.

“Fuck you.”

Johnny took his knee off the couch, standing stiffly as he brushed his frazzled hair back with a loud exhale. Jaehyun dropped his backpack by a wall and turned on his heels to head to the kitchen.

The taller blond followed after him in search of a drink to calm him. Johnny headed to the fridge while Jaehyun went to the sink to wash his hands of outside germs. Yanking open the fridge door, Johnny grabbed a water bottle and practically ripped the top off the bottle. He gulped down the drink like his throat was on fire inside of his mind, which was filled with thoughts of you.

“Just because you can’t get her doesn’t mean you can make me your next option. I’m no man’s second best,” Jaehyun said affirmatively after tossing the dish towel he used to dry his hands on the counter and crossing his arms over his puffed-up chest with pride spewing from his features.

“You better not be any man’s anything or I’m telling Hye-won,” Johnny countered, pushing the shorter man’s arm and knocking him off balance. Hye-won, the glorious Wonnie, was Jaehyun’s girlfriend of two years and the two were very serious. The dimpled golden boy was highly in love with her and singlehandedly created new levels of simping for all of mankind for the girl.

“Like she’d believe a man that isn’t even honest with himself about the way that he feels,” Jaehyun shot back, the truth bomb effectively knocking Johnny down yet another peg.

He was right and they both knew it. Johnny needed to stop being in denial and outwardly express how he was feeling toward you rather than tiptoeing around it and getting left high and dry.

  Two days later on the following Saturday night, Johnny found himself being dragged along to a noraebang by his cousin under the guise of family bonding time.

“Why do I have to be here again?” Johnny asked, not necessarily for clarification but instead to show distaste for having to leave his home where he might’ve, possibly saved your picture onto his laptop and had been staring at it since he’d last seen you.

You were like a ghost in the apartments and he could barely catch a glimpse of you since the almost kiss and he just wanted to wallow in his rejection at home in peace.

“Because the two of us rarely spend time together strengthening our familial relationship and there’s no one that has your back like family,” Mark stated matter-of-factly, turning his head that was facing the door toward the taller man for a split second before returning his gaze to it.

“Is that why we are still standing in the lobby rather than getting a room? Is the whole purpose of this for us to bond through wasting my time together?” Johnny retorted in vexation, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall behind him. “And why do you keep looking at the door?”

“Gotta ensure our safety at all times. You never know when you can get caught lacking.”

Johnny furrowed his brows and looked at the blue-haired boy like he’d lost his mind. “Can I just go home now? There are so many other important things I could be doing with my time right now instead of loitering in this buil-”

The door to the establishment slowly opened and in came Sanai with you following after her. Johnny’s eyes became like saucers as he took in your form walking toward the reception counter behind your friend.

“Are they more important than spending time with her?” Mark whispered as he stood close to his cousin like a devil on his shoulder to avoid being heard by outsiders. There was a shit-eating grin on his face as Johnny just stared at the gorgeous dress you wore.

It had ruched sleeves and a crossed cut-out over the stomach, showing off your soft-looking skin. Your braids were half up in a bun at the top of your head with the rest flowing down your back. You looked like a fucking goddess among peasants.

He was so glad Mark made him change out of his sweats and into his current all-black attire of a jean jacket, turtleneck, and pants with the shitty excuse of Families dress well for each other. Am I not worthy of nice attire from you?

“I thought you said this was family time?” Johnny recalled smartly, eyes flickered over to Mark.

The man just shrugged. “Found family.”

Both of them waited for Sanai to finish sorting out the reservation and once she did, you all walked to the room. As shameless as it was both men enjoyed the view from the back of the grouping.

That dress rested just under your ass and complemented your curves in the most dangerous way to Johnny’s health. There was no way he’d make it through the night with his sanity intact.

Mark wasn’t any better. Seeing how pretty Sanai had dolled herself up and knowing what he did about what she got up to when no one was around, riled him up. He wasn’t expecting anything tonight but he was hopeful that she’d wake up at his place for breakfast.

You held the room door open and let Mark and Johnny in first. Sanai was about to go in after but you blocked her way.

“Actually, I need to use the restroom and you know us girls need to stay in groups, so we’ll be right back,” you smoothly informed the duo that had just taken their seats on the couch as you grabbed your best friend by the wrist to you and tugging her down the hall.

Sanai called back to the two bewildered men before she was pulled from the doorway. “Order us some drinks, will you?”

You marched the two of you into the bathroom and waited for it to shut before you wailed on her verbally.

“What the fuck, Nai-Nai?” You screeched, throwing your hands in the air indignantly. “You told me it’d be us spending time together. I should’ve known when you made me put on this stupid dress.”

You hadn’t expected to see anyone you knew, let alone Johnny tonight. You were definitely sure he’d been avoiding you the past two days, which left you unsure of where the two of you stood after what happened at his apartment. You didn’t know if you’d read too much into it and he didn’t actually want to kiss you or he did but only as like a friends-with-benefits sorta thing.

That meant the rest of this night would be spent pretending like your feelings weren’t hurt and that nothing happened between you two, for the sake of saving face.

Sanai winced at the volume of your voice but still snapped back with the same fire. “You mean the same dress that's been making ole boy 127 stare at you like you’re a filled canteen of water and he’s been lost in the desert for a month since the moment we walked in?”

That effectively shut you up. Had Johnny really been looking at you like that?

You looked down, trying to hide your face from showing how happy hearing that made you. Even if there was the possibility that it wasn’t true, you’d still take the delusion as a self-esteem boost to get through the night.

Your friend continued, “I’m sorry I lied, but me and Mark think you guys should spend some time together and see if there’s a connection.”

Your face scrunched in confusion. “You and Mark? Since when have you been in cahoots with Mark?” You watched your friend slowly curl away shyly and look to the floor.

“Well…you know how I’ve had his number since move-in and we went to that party Johnny threw? We’ve been texting ever since then.”

Your jaw dropped. “And you didn't tell me!”

You couldn’t believe she kept that info from you. If they’d been in contact like that for that long, perhaps Mark wasn’t all that disturbed about the package incident and you could stop feeling embarrassed around him for it. This also had you wondering if you really had missed the signs of a budding relationship your friend was having.

“You’ve been stuck in the ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ depot, which has been putting the rest of us in ‘will they, won’t they’ hell, so, of course, I didn’t add to your emotional state,” Sanai rushed to explain. Her hands reached out to touch your upper arm lovingly before shrugging. “Also there isn’t much to tell. We’re only in that weird talking stage but that could change if we could go back to the room.”

Her antsy tone left no room for debate. Perhaps spending a night out with the three of them wouldn’t be so bad.

And it wasn’t.

Over the course of nearly two hours, you discovered that Mark was a surprisingly good rapper and that Johnny preferred to listen to others sing and cheer them on rather than sing himself.

He’d spent the night nursing his drink and clapping whenever the three of you finished singing. He was positively enamored by your singing voice and was shocked that you didn’t wish to pursue music instead.

Sanai had just ended a rendition of Oh My God by Adele and gave a silly bow as you all gave her props for it. She walked back to the left side of the room for the audience’s perspective to plop onto the couch beside Mark, cuddling up to him without a hint of shame in her body.

You were sure it was due to the several drinks she’d ordered that night. Rolling your eyes at your friend, you flicked your attention to Johnny. He sat laid back in the center portion of the [-shaped sofa set-up. He rested his left arm on the back of the seats and held a glass in his right hand.

Against your better judgment, you poked the bear and leaned in from your seat on the right side of the couches, across from the two lovebirds, to speak.

“And where’s your solo, sir?” You chuckled, nudging your head in the direction of the stage. Johnny looked over to you and shook his head for the millionth time that night with a light laugh.

“I’m good. I’d like to hear more from you actually,” he admitted, taking a sip of his bourbon. He seemed so suave like that, with his dark clothes and calm expression. He seemed to be taking the high road and also not acknowledging the other night too.

“But I wanna hear you,” you slightly slurred, a little tipsy yourself. Your finger pointed toward him with an adorable wiggle as you began to pout. “Please?”

Johnny felt obligated to give in to your plea but before he could even agree, you started clapping a chant. “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny!”

That led the other two snuggle-bugs to unwrap from their own little world to engage in pressuring the eldest in the room. If he had any qualms about not doing it before, he certainly didn’t after seeing how giddy you were calling his name like that.

Tossing back the drink he had left, he put the glass on the counter and grimaced at the burn in his throat as he got up. You allowed him to slip past and willing yourself not to look at his ass on the way through. You were better than that even if (unbeknownst to you) Johnny wasn’t.

Looking at the list of songs, Johnny furrowed his brows with concentration. He was searching for at least one song he knew most of the words to in order to not make a fool of himself in front of you yet again.

Fumbling with the buttons, he pressed his song choice code. The room filled with instrumental and you noticed the tv behind him stating A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay. You gave him the cheesiest-looking thumbs up, which gave him a smidge of confidence.

He counted the 15 seconds of intro to brace himself and prayed that his voice would crack or he’d be digging himself a ditch in the nearest graveyard later.

Shakily, he brought the mic to his lips and stared at the wall in front of him, and sang the first lines. “'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars, I'm gonna give you my heart.”

His breathing was labored, showing his nervousness but he still sounded beautiful. He gripped the mic anxiously as he continued, the lines flowing from him. He wanted to use this as a chance to tell you his feelings for you.

“I don't care, go on and tear me apart. I don't care if you do.” The further he got into the song, the more courage he gained. His emotion got stronger and his conviction almost seemed tangible.

You found yourself drawn to the words, his warm voice making them shine. Your body rocked side-to-side with the beat, enjoying it along with Mark and Sanai, who were also intrigued.

“'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark.” Johnny was reminded of how precious your smile was when you spoke of your dreams, and when he agreed to film you in the first place. Putting on his big boy pants, Johnny’s head turned to you as he sang the last few lyrics and you felt your breath hitch.

“You're such a heavenly view.”

The intimacy of his stare was too much to take in. You couldn’t help but look down and hide from the attention. That made Johnny hopeful that his message was well-received.

Much to Sanai’s chagrin, you and Johnny hadn’t progressed any further that night. She’d even planned for Johnny to drive you home in hopes that you’d finally do something, but she still ended up the only one of the two of you that got their back blown out that night.

You’d spent the car ride in Johnny’s Jeep talking about class and your favorite shows, keeping it light and not dwelling on anything deeper for the sake of not distracting him and getting home in one piece.

You weren’t aware though, that your very presence in his vehicle was distracting enough. Your perfume smelled amazing as it wafted throughout the car and just listening to you laugh and sing along to the songs on the radio tempted him to take the scenic route home to get more time with you.

You could say the same about him. Being in his car was like inhaling a thousand oranges and lemons. The concentrated scent of him was almost too much to take. You nearly caved on the elevator ride up to your apartments, wanting to kiss him so bad it made you look stupid.

Just as Johnny was going to invite you back to his to do just that and maybe more after talking things through, you blurted out, “Have a good night.” and pulled out your key, unlocking your door and leaving Johnny in the hallway alone and stunned.

Then you spent that Sunday night listening to all the juicy details about Mark’s head game and shockingly huge dick. That just made you jealous and feel stupid. If you hadn’t ran away out of fear of getting hurt worse, maybe you would’ve been doing the same.

In the midst of avoiding the editing of a script on February 9th, you decided to go out to a larger store in town for groceries. You shuffled through the aisles and dropped items into your cart. Going through a mental list, you checked over things you needed back at the apartment while also trying to remember what you already had.

After wandering down almost every row the shop had to offer, you went to the last section, the alcohol aisle. Your university wasn’t a dry one like other campuses and that extended to the apartments, so you keep drinks there to have in case the girls wanted to have a relaxing sip after classes.

You turned the corner to start your walk down and noticed a familiar head of red hair. “Yuta?”

You’d met him through Johnny when he’d gotten in the elevator to visit him when you were heading home two weeks ago.

The man turned around at the call of his name and his eyes widened upon seeing your form. His surprised face shifted into a welcoming grin as he met you halfway. “Hi, pretty girl!”

You playfully rolled your eyes at his platonic flirting. “Hi! Whatcha buying?” You questioned, looking down and into the handbasket on his right arm.

Sitting in there was a bag of Hot Cheetos and a slice of cake and currently in his left hand was a bottle of red wine.

“Stuff for Johnny,” he answered, focusing his attention on putting the beverage in it carefully.

You furrowed your brows. “Where is Johnny?” You asked, looking around the aisle like he would magically appear. You hadn’t seen the hard-to-miss-in-more-ways-than-one man while you walked around but perhaps you two had kept just missing each other on the aisles.

Yuta clutched his chest at your direct question, pretending to be hurt that you were inquiring about another man. “At home sulking ‘cause his parents aren’t able to visit for his birthday.”

You pondered the information. He couldn’t have been talking about Jaehyun because his birthday wasn’t till next week. Johnny hadn’t mentioned anything when you’d seen him in class, but then again, you were in two different groups for the current project.

“It’s his birthday? He didn’t tell me,” You frowned, feeling upset at not knowing an important date like that. “Is he doing anything for it?”

You were already thinking of what to get him on such short notice when Yuta shook his head, stopping you in your tracks. “He said he didn’t want to do anything big because he planned to spend time with his mom and pops, but I was gonna drop off a bottle and a slice of cake at his so that he has something to look forward to tonight.”

“Oh,” you said in a down tone, sympathy for Johnny panging in your heart. You quickly recovered your mistake with, “T-that’ll be good.”

You tried to sound encouraging but you were unsure of what to say and not wanting to express your feelings for the lonely birthday boy.

Picking up on your worry for Johnny and well aware of the way the two of you felt about each other, the cogs in Yuta’s head began to turn and he held back a smirk.

“You know what? Could you do me a solid?” He fake gasped, placing a hand on your shoulder like he had an epiphany. “I just remembered Yong wanted me to help build a shelf to home his newfound lego addiction. Do you mind dropping these off at Johnny’s for me?” As if sensing the budding decline on your tongue, he tacked on, “You know, since you’re neighbors.”

“Oh! Uhm, sure. I’d be happy to,” You blurted out full of vigor, unknowingly taking the bait before clearing your throat and relaxing. “I-I mean it’d make much more sense than you having to go out of your way when I live right across the hall.”

You tried to make yourself sound as nonchalant as possible but you were ecstatic about having a reason to visit Johnny and check on him for his birthday. Maybe now you could put on your big girl pants and tell him the truth.

“Exactly! Thanks so much,” Yuta concluded with a clap of his hand. “I’ll meet you in the front after I checkout.”

The wily man gave you a wave before walking past you toward the cashiers and you refocused on your drink selections. Pushing your cart, you placed your apartment’s usuals in it and looked over things that caught your eye.

Once you were done, you popped a three-point turn of the cart and went back down the aisle toward the checkout. You saw Yuta on the other side of the cash registers because he was done and you easily went to an empty line that was full service.

You got your things scanned and paid for rather speedily and before you knew it, Yuta was walking in step with you to your car. You unlocked your car and trunk and it slowly rose, allowing you to put your groceries inside.

“Here you are.” Handing over the items, Yuta clapped his hands together with a grin. “I’ll call him later to see how he likes his gift.” There was a hidden innuendo in his tone that you didn’t catch because you were busy organizing things into your hands.

    After putting up your groceries and freshening up your face a bit, you stepped out of your apartment with the two items Yuta had bought for his friend. You’d left the cake slice in the bag so that it was easier to carry on your arm, leaving you a free hand to knock on the door.

Johnny came to the door, slightly pissed that he was being bothered considering all his friends knew he didn’t want to be bothered. He looked through his peephole and all the vexation he had mostly slipped away. You were such an instant soother by just existing and that was such a blessing.

The blond ran his fingers through his hair to fix it up a bit. He even did a breath check—not that he’d ever admit it. With one last deep breath, he opened the door as collectedly as he could.

“Hi?” He greeted, hinting at his surprise to find you at his doorstep.

“A little Japanese birdie told me that there's a special birthday boy in apt 127,” you started off, bringing your hand up in a whispering gesture to pretend it was a secret. “And despite what he thinks and what most therapists say about giving people space when they need it, no one should be alone on their birthday.”

Johnny couldn’t help but crack a smile. The idea that Yuta had sent you over to wish him a happy birthday even after he said no visitors meant the man knew him so well.

“And I brought you a piece of cake that I didn’t have to pay for!” You dangled the bag up so that he could see it.

“You stole dessert for me? You shouldn’t have,” Johnny fake gasped, doing a limp-wristed swatting motion before opening his door wider.

“I didn’t because again, not a thief.” You playfully glowered at him as he allowed you into the house. You toed off your shoes and bent down to place them on the shoe shelf he had by the door, oblivious to the man staring at your ass behind you.

He couldn’t help himself. He tried, he really did, but the pants you were wearing were extremely distracting. They fit your curves perfectly, complimenting your frame and showing off the thickness of the mound.

By the time you popped back up, his vision was straight ahead and he slipped past to direct you further into the apartment. Cursing his sick mind, he told himself had to get his head on straight. The two of you were just friends, you’d made that painfully clear.

“Feel free to make yourself at home. I’ll go get us some glasses for that,” Johnny informed as he pointed to the wine in your hand. You nodded with understanding and politely nestled onto his couch.

Being in his apartment was way different now than a week ago. Considering you might have almost kissed him in the very spot your feet were planted made things a little nervewracking. He let you in though, so that was progress.

When Johnny came back, he sat down beside you and placed the glasses on the table. He’d even come prepared with a bottle opened. You handed the win over to him and he put it on the table for leverage as he unscrewed the cork.

You couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t hot watching him flex his muscles. His side profile was killer and you gulped as you stared, your throat unnaturally parched.

Once Johnny had finished pouring, you snatched up your glass and clinked it with his as fast as you could with a “Cheers!” flying off your tongue.

You took a large sip to calm yourself and looked over to him as he swirled his drink.

“How did you spend your special day?” You questioned him and Johnny briefly stiffened for a second. He could say he spent the day sad out of his mind that his parents didn’t fly over as a grown-ass man and he also couldn’t say he laid in bed daydreaming about you either. Both things would potentially drive you away and make him seem like a clingy bitchless loser.

“I just chilled around the house and relaxed. A day of self-care,” he recovered quickly, leaning back in his seat to seem casual.

“That’s good. I was hoping you wouldn’t be too bummed about your parents,” you mentioned and Johnny’s eyes went wide. Curse Yuta and his big fucking mouth. “I miss mine a lot too. If I don’t contact my mom to bother her about something silly, I’d literally lose my mind from being in my head too much.”

Perhaps Johnny had spoken too soon. Maybe filial piety and being homesick was sexy to you? He could work with that.

The two of you spent an hour talking about any and everything freely, downing the whole bottle in the process. Neither of you were drunk but you did feel warm inside.

“Ooh, hot or cold?” You posed, putting down your glass and pointing toward him.

“Cold,” he answered, shrugging before taking a drink. “I’m from Chicago, so I’m used to it. Plus, I’m a big guy so radiate a lot of body heat.”

“Really, I prefer hot. I love sitting by a furnace and having space heaters on,” you contrasted and Johnny nearly imploded. Every fiber of his being was screaming I could be your furnace, let me hold you and warm you up and it was so embarrassing to even think.

“Sweet or salty?” You shot out before giving your own answer first. “I like both, like I can’t eat one without the other, you know? Like balance.” You used your hands to attempt to demonstrate a scale.

Johnny eyed you, taking in how sexy you looked on his couch, in his home, next to him. Before he knew it, he was licking his lips and replying in a suggestive tone. “If we’re being honest, I have a bit of a sweet tooth.”

You gasped, not catching his hint but suddenly reminded of something. “Oh, I forgot to open your slice of cake. Shit, did I bring a fork?” You leaned forward to the coffee table, arms about to reach for the bag to check when Johnny’s left hand took hold of your right one.

“It’s not the cake I’m interested in tasting, Snooper.”

Johnny implored you to pick up on his meaning with his eyes searching into yours. Your breath hitched as your heart skipped a beat. Did he mean what you think he did or was the wine getting to you?

You wanted to take a chance and believe that he did, but you were scared of potentially scaring him away and making things even more on eggshells between you.

Breaking the intense eye contact, your already outstretched arm maneuvered to the wine glass. You clutched it for dear life as you raised it to your mouth. A giant swig of the drink was gulped as a bit of liquid courage to get your blood pumping to push you to utter your next words.

You pulled the glass down slightly, eyes flicking back to him to look up at him through your lashes seductively.

“Well, in that case, I have another present for you,” you murmured, breath hitting the glass in front of your lips. Johnny stared down at the way the wine was staining your lips the teeniest bit and wanted to experience how it tasted off your mouth. “One that can only be opened in the comfort of your bedroom…or mine if you think Jaehyun might come home early.”

He inhaled sharply and his eyes bugged out of his head. He must’ve been hallucinating. There was no way you were propositioning him. Not after the way you’d been acting.

Hearing you say it from your own mouth sent him into an inner spiral, accidentally knocking him down a peg to be flustered and shy like a regular human being.

Before he could tell his brain not to, he blurted out, “I have no doubt in my mind that the second Yuta sent you here, he mass-texted everyone not to bother us tonight in hopes that I’d finally make a move.”

Johnny cursed himself for practically exposing how desperate he’d been over the past month. He wished he could’ve been more reserved about it, but considering the night was about to consist of you underneath him, he didn’t beat himself up about it too much.

You giggled at the thought before something clicked and your jaw dropped “Your friend pimped me out for free wine!”

That lead Johnny into a full-on cackle fit. His friend was fucking ridiculous but the cute little pout on your face caused him to settle down and get serious. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he assured, reaching out a hand to place on your thigh.

“Oh, trust me, I want to,” you told him, sending shivers down his spine and desire straight to his cock. “I just hope Yuta knows that I'm worth more than cheap alcohol and a slice of cake that I don't even get to eat.”

“And I'll be sure to relay the message,” Johnny calmed, bringing his cup to the coffee table then reaching for yours and doing the same. He then stared at you with a dark twinkle in his irises. “After I open my gift.”

In the blink of an eye, Johnny lunged for you, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as he stood up.

“Johnny Suh, what the fuck!” You screeched, startled by the sudden action.

Your box braids flipped over your hair dangling parallel to his back on either side of your face as you hold on for dear life. Johnny held you with his left forearm behind your knees as he carried you over his shoulder to his bedroom.

Raising his right hand, a resounding smack was bestowed upon your ass. You gasped at the action and felt the sting burning on the area. Johnny bit his lip to hold back a smirk. God, did your ass feel as good as it looked under the touch of his large palm.

Laying you down on his bed, Johnny tugged off his shirt. Your eyes traced over the same abs you’d witnessed back at that party a month ago. They were even better up close.

His warm fingertips reached out to grab for the bottom of your shirt and you raised your arms and allowed him to rid you of it. He tossed the garment somewhere behind him carelessly and admired you in your bra.

It was the only one you had clean, but you were thanking the heavens above that it was one fit for the viewing. The undergarment was black and sheer with embroidered flowers on it. It had two layers of sheer with the flowers hiding the nipple part and a triangle cut out with a small ring design in the middle.

Your breasts were practically spilling over and as much as he would’ve liked to continue seeing you in it, he desperately needed to see you out of it, so if followed suit with your shirt.

Your fingers trailed over his strong shoulders as he expertly unbuttoned your jeans and saw leggings underneath. It was still a chilly winter in February and you’d layered up, not expecting the night to end up like this when you went shopping.

Once he’d gotten you completely bare, he bored into you in reverence. Maybe Jaehyun was right about that bedroom scene. You were so radiant that the urge to capture your beauty on film was so strong. The only thing stopping him besides your potential declining was that he wasn’t sure any camera on Earth could do you justice.

Johnny climbed on top of you gently and his lips immediately latched to yours and he groaned into your mouth, rutting against your naked core. Your wetness rubbed all over the front of his grey sweatpants as you moaned each time the material touched you in just the right way.

You bucked your hips up as your tongue licked on his and your hands tangled in his hands. You leaned your head up off the sheets to give yourself leverage. Spit swapped between your mouths and the loud smacking of lips was all too intense. It took everything in Johnny not to say fuck foreplay and have you around his cock right then and there.

His left arm propped him up to avoid crushing you under his larger form as his right hand slithered down the mattress to your left thigh. His huge palm squeezed your upper leg in warning, lifting his hips to adjust his position for his hands to meet your dripping pussy.

Realizing his mission, you pulled back from the kiss with your own hand trailing down to the space between you. Johnny paused his movements when you stopped the kiss, looking at you with lewd irises.

You rested the front of your hand on the sticky bulge of his confined cock and whispered with your breath ghosting over his lips. “I think birthday boy deserves birthday head to start, don’t you?”

Johnny lowly chuckled, showcasing his darkly aroused aura. “I’d say yes,” he trailed off with his vision wandering down to your spit-slick mouth, heat burning in his eyes at the idea of those pretty lips of yours wrapped around his cock. Seeing that natural brownish-pink pout drooling everywhere while you choked on him was quite a tempting offer, but he ultimately declined. “But I was taught that it’s better to give than to receive.”

“Oh, really?” You teased, a faux sense of disbelief dripping from your tone as you raised a brow. “Well, I doubt that applies on holidays.”

You squeezed at his balls through the fabric of his chosen night bottoms encouragingly and he grunted, face scrunching as he held himself back. “You can be a little selfish tonight, as a treat.”

“You’ll regret saying that later,” he huffed out, holding back a moan. Focusing on his sweet talking, he continued. “And it still does apply because I take that lesson very seriously.”

Johnny lifted his hips even further away before he embarrassed himself by nutting too soon. Your hand quickly followed but his right hand swiftly halted your eager fingers. He eyed you with a stern look before he leaned in by your ear. “But since you want me to be selfish, you’re gonna receive everything I give you. Humbly.”

The licentious words sent a shiver down your almost bare spine. You bit your lip and watched nervously as he pushed himself up his free hand and used it to help him roll over onto his back beside you. He’d landed a little high up on the bed, so he peered down at you on his right with a dangerous smirk on his face. “Now, be a good girl and come sit on my face.”

Your heart pounded at his order but you rolled over onto your knees and crawl up and kneeled beside his head awkwardly. Apprehensively, you tried to gauge how to position yourself before you even threw a leg over, scared of hurting him.

“How do I–like do I hover? Or—”

You’d never been eaten out like this before. It’d always been a bucket list position but you didn’t think you’d be doing it on your first fuck with a new guy, let alone on a random day like that.

“Put your legs on either side of my head and sit,” Johnny coached, looking over at you as you internally freaked out. “You’re not going to hurt me, just do it. I promise I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

His mixture of calmingly sensual words both eased and ignited your mind and you cautiously gripped the headboard to the left of your horizontal form before turning your figure as you brought up your leg up and hesitantly cast it over him, careful not to accidentally knee him.

Both hands held the headboard that was now in front of you as you adjusted your left shin. You took a deep breath before shyly looking down at Johnny, whose brown eyes were staring directly at your heat like the last supper. He unconsciously licked his lips, making you gulp as you pushed back your braids from blocking your vision.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, eyes wandering up to you look between the two walls your hair made on either side of your face for the second time that night. Your cheeks rose into an involuntary smile, unable to hide how loved he made you feel. “Whenever you’re ready, just relax onto me.”

You were hovering over him as he brought his arms up to curl around your thighs. You slowly lowered yourself onto his awaiting face and when you heard him groan, you hastily attempted to rise, already fearing the worst. “See! I knew this wasn’t a good idea! Are you oka—” His hands pressed on the front of your thighs firmly with strong forearms keeping you in place.

You looked down at him like he was crazy. His eyes were trained on you as you felt a wet stripe up your slit and you stiffened. His tongue swiped the area again more intensely that time and your breath hitched.

Keeping his hold on you, he delved the tip of it between the two folds, licking up to your clit before circling around it. Your hands clasped the bed frame tightly as he proved to you how wrong you were. He lapped at the bud with reckless abandon, his eyes never leaving you as you slowly became at ease on top of him.

His jaw moved up and down rapidly as he opted for direct stimulation, far too interested in taking you in as you gritted your teeth and dug your nails into the wood. You were holding back—perhaps due to pride or some other equally foolish reason—and wanted to make you cry out for him, scream out your pleasure. He put his lips around the nub and suckled on it, his right hand coming up to caress the swarthy skin of your abdomen. The touch of his warm fingertips on your body made you give up your fight, tossing your head back with a sultry mewl.

Johnny fought back a smile as his nose joined the attention on your clit, rubbing on it as his tongue went lower to survey your core. Your hips bucked forward without meaning to at the sensation as the man beneath you tasted your juices with contentment.

“Fuck,” you moaned as you found yourself rolling your hips on his face. His left hand came to hold your waist to steady you while our right hand left the headboard to brush back his blond hair before gripping his locks to hold yourself more securely on him as you used him. “Yes, baby, feels so good.”

Your previous mission had failed from what Johnny had gathered and you were now fully trusting in him and giving into his pleasure.

You were like a vision of godly proportions when sitting on him like this. All he could do was crave more and more of you. He wanted to see just how fucked out you could get for him like this. It was his birthday but you feeling bliss was the only thing on his mind.

He snuck his right hand up further to your breast, taking one in his palm and squeezing it. Just the feel of your hard nipples against it was enough to make his cock twitch. You tugged at the strands of his hair and exhaled roughly. The heat in your stomach was getting pent up as darted between playing with your begging clit and dipping the tip of his tongue into your core.

He was rocking his face up and down with your movements, tongue flat against your core to hit your sweet spot with every swivel. Your thighs would tense when the wet muscle came upon your clit and the ache inside you was dire.

He could feel you shaking and guiding his head more with your release on the horizon. “Oh, shit,” you mumbled out as he returned to his repetitive lapping on your nub, your breath going into a pant as your eyes screwed shut.

It was like he was trying to kill you, it seemed. His left hand went from your hip to reunite with its counterpart on your chest. Both hands squeezed the mounds of your breasts and pinched the russet-toned nipples as you twitched and pressed your legs together, smothering the man even more.

Your back arched into his hands on your tits and you hissed as his nails tauntingly scratched at the sensitive nubs. You were so closed and his tongue went into overdrive. His lips mouthed at you between licks like a forbidden fruit. You were certain that your slick was all over his face and cheeks and from the way Johnny grunted and hummed underneath you, he didn’t care in the slightest.

Once he grew tired of the ache in his arms from reaching up, his hands slid to your back in an obnoxious manner, taking an eternity to glide down your spine over to your hips before resting on either cheek of your voluptuous ass.

His nails dug into your flesh, delighted at the feeling of the thick buttocks that couldn’t fit in his hands. His muted moans relayed how in heaven he was. After a solid month of being embarrassingly attracted to you and finding his own eyes wandering to your backside, he now had it, and you, in his grasp and he could attest that it was worth the wait.

The sting of his inflicting pain was just the final key needed to set you off and within a few licks, you were gone. Your entire body froze up, hand pulling his hair so hard he was sure you’d scalp him.

Your jaw dropped as an airy moan escaped you. Johnny worked you through it, his skilled tongue unceasing as you tried to embrace the euphoria. The cutest whimper as your body released the taut hold it locked up in. You looked down at Johnny with a clouded head but enough strength to start lifting up off him.

Contrary to your thought process, Johnny’s hands expeditiously moved from pushing you closer by way of your ass to return to your upper thighs, keeping you from getting up. He continued working his tongue on you as you looked down at him with your thighs aching.

Focused brows were plastered onto his face as you wriggled in his arms. Your body unconsciously tried to run from the pleasure but he was determined to keep you there. A stern look at you caused his words from earlier to play in your brain.

“Receive everything…Humbly.”

A whine from the overstimulation had Johnny slow his pace as your left hand left his hair to return to his bed frame. You took in deep breaths, realizing he was teasing you purposefully. The inner parts of your hands were red as your eyes fastened shut.

The burn in your stomach was like touching the sun. The ache was a kind of pain that felt good in moderation, but the talent of his tongue was hard to handle. You could almost feel the smirk he wore against your lower lips as you cursed out.

“Too much–shit–I-I-” you slurred, flicking your head to the left to swish your braids from your face. Your body was sticky with sweat and you hadn’t even attempted the penetrative portion of the night. “I need you to–”

A groan bellowed out as a particularly edging stroke of the wet muscle hit your core in an unbearable manner. Your right hand flew to his forearm, digging into the limb shamelessly. “Break! We need to stop—fuck—and break!”

Johnny paused his movements, his brows going from calculating to concerned. His hands released their tight grip on you and rested his arms carefully by his side. Your hand briefly returned to the headboard yet again to secure yourself as you hesitantly lifted up and slipped diagonally backward, letting go of it.

You left the mattress to catch your weight as your right leg slid across his torso awkwardly. The legs reunited in a bent position as stared up at the ceiling breathlessly. Your head landed by his upper leg and he quickly sat up, peering down at you and changing your perfect view of his ugly popcorn roofing to his gorgeous, worried eyes.

His face was shiny just as you’d expected, still visible even with the shadow from his position. His hair was a disheveled mess and his own labored breathing was to be heard yet he was transfixed on you and your wellbeing.

“Are you okay? We can completely stop for tonight if you want,” he assured, looking over your features for any sign of apprehension. If you were even the slightest bit against continuing, he’d get you dressed and turn it into a movie marathon night if you were even up for staying. “I have all 3 Cars on DVD and I have a Disney Plus account ready to go.”

A giggle left your lips before you could stop it and you shook your head at him. “No, no! We can keep going, it’s just–” you struggled to verbalize, and he reached down to brush a braid from your face, flustering you further. He was being so carrying and thoughtful, his affection driving you insane at all angles and in different areas all over your body. “Let's take it a little slower.”

“Slower? I can do slower,” Johnny nodded to embolden himself.

You leaned up some with your forearm sliding up to hold your body as your right hand moved to his nape and pulled Johnny closer. Three pecks were placed on his lips and he readily closed his eyes, hypnotized by you. He immediately deepened the kiss and strained his neck to feel you.

You could taste your essence on his tongue and lips and it only spurred you on further. Groaning into the kiss, you licked into his mouth with the goal of melding together with him orally. The tension in the underpart of his right thigh from the craning downward began to hurt all too quickly but he powered through for the sake of being with you like this.

Pulling away for no more than three seconds, he maneuvered himself to laying with his front partially on your right side. His right hand trailed your bare chest to your waist and squeezed the skin there affectionately as if still trying to piece the surreality of the moment together as he returned to kissing you.

The wandering phalanges found their original destination between your legs, skillfully skipping over your weak clit and targeting your hole with a talented middle finger. You gasped at the intrusion and Johnny’s tongue only swirled further into your mouth. It was on a personal mission to introduce itself to every tooth you had.

His finger pumped in and out of you, making space for a friendly ring finger to join. The two curled inside and made you into a squirming mess as your thigh involuntarily tried to shut around his wrist.

Johnny continued to stretch you, his pathetic cock begging to be freed. It pressed against the mattress almost painfully and Johnny lowly groaned as he sucked into your mouth.

You were no better, mewling like a bitch in heat. The base of his palm was like heaven and hell grazing you lightly enough to feel it but not enough to do anything serious about it. Your nails dragged up and down the bicep.

Once he’d considered you stretched enough with four fingers leaving your sopping cunt, he pulled away, a string of spit between your lips.

“Tell me you want me,” he murmured, looking at you and giving you a chance to back out. A blissful and anticipating face stared back at him as you gave him a seductive look that could rival a succubus’.

“Want you, need you,” you recited, not above begging. That made him suck in a breath. You were going to be the death of him and you still had 3 months left in the semester.

Johnny rose from the bed and stood, pulling down his boxers and sweats with haste. You tilted your head to the side and watched with interest. When you caught sight of the size of his cock, you understood why he’d taken so long to stretch you.

The man crawled back on the bed like he was stalking prey and it made you gulp. The entire time he situated on the mattress you stared at the way his cock curved upward to his stomach, flopping with his jostling into place.

Johnny kneeled between your legs and took his girthy cock in hand. Your gaze went upward to face the tall college student that seemed larger than life at that moment, taking in the way he towered over you.

His left hand palmed your outer right thigh and slid up to your hip. He gripped your side as he brought the tip of his cock to your slit. Your breath hitched in anticipation as a grin appeared on his face.

The man above you angled his length towards your core and minutely pushed just to let you feel every agonizingly hot second of the way he stretched you out. Your mouth fell open as you exhaled when he finally bottomed out.

Johnny’s right hand moved from the base of his cock once it was fully inside you and ruggedly slid it up your abdomen, past the swell of your breasts, and stopped at your clavicle. The webbing between his thumb and index finger enclosed the column of your throat.

The hold wasn’t tight, just barely there, and was used more as means to prove to you were tangibly there with him.

Pushing into you, Johnny let out a hiss at the feel of your walls. The tip of his cock pressed against your cervix like a kiss of its own. Dozens of those pecks were doled out as he pistoned into you, helping you adjust to him in an insatiably jagged way.

You mewl out his cock, gasping and clawing at the hand on your neck as he grunted with every deliberate thrust. His ears eat up all the sounds you make and take them as a challenge to go harder.

Your back arched as your hazily locked eyes on his wild ones. It was too soon to call it “love” but the emotions in the stare he held for you came pretty darn close. His left hand moved right from your hip to greet your clit.

Your thighs compressed his waist as you clenched around him. Johnny chuckled darkly and thumbs over your nub with even more vigor. “Yes, pretty girl, squeeze me like that.”

You squirmed at the focus on your nub with your nails digging into his right wrist. The feel of his warm palm surrounding your throat gave you an added anxious arousal, the thought of him actually constricting your airway so enticing to you.

Johnny continued using that hold to stabilize his motions, not letting up on either.

“Fuck, close,” you said breathlessly as you rolled your hips with his ministrations. Johnny’s cock twitched as he tilted his head back for a second to shake his hair from his face.

“Cum with me, yeah?” He directed, his thrusts becoming sloppier as groans came from both of you. “Can my pretty girl cum with me?”

The connotation of his use of “my” had your mind swirling. You were hopeful that you’d actually become his girl, that this was more than just a quick fuck and the care and attention he showered you with didn’t help your case.

Choosing to push down your romantic desire, you settled for having him in this capacity, the here and then. “Yes, wanna cum with you.”

That set him off and he lowered himself as he changed his grasp on your neck. He slid his hand to the nape of your neck careful of your braids as slotted his lips in between yours. You moaned down each others’ throats as you felt that tightening in your stomach reaching its unendurable limit.

Your mouth dropped open and you stopped kissing him, too wound up in your release to reciprocate anything. Your whole body shuddered from the tingling in your body and your hips instinctively flex with his thumb on your clit, drawing out all the pleasure from your body.

Johnny’s climax hit soon seconds after yours, semen expelling from him and warming you inside as you pushed out a breath of relief. You were praying your birth control would work overtime because the sensation was worth it.

Rolling off you once he’d pulled out, his back hitting the sheets for half a second before he sat up on his left elbow looking over you worriedly.

“Shit! I didn’t ask if you were okay with me cumming inside you,” he uttered, a roundabout way of alerting you of your potential conception. You had informed him of your birth control but it still didn’t give a right to nut in you without permission.

“It’s fine, wanted it,” you slurred out, still a little fuzzy from your second orgasm. Johnny tried not to think about how much hearing that affected him. You were a little vixen with kinks, some he’d like to bring out of you in the future.

Sitting up, you slinked off the bed bonelessly. “May I use your restroom?” You needed to pee lest this romp ended in a UTI that would later warp your experience with him.

“Uh, sure,” he answered, eyes following after you as you walked to the bathroom no more than ten steps away. He tried to remember how clean he’d left it and prayed that it wouldn’t hold anything humiliating for you to discover.

You used the bathroom quickly, taking a deep breath as you recognized the awkward state you were in. You could go back in there and wait for him to kick you out by telling you he was done for the night or you could save yourself the embarrassment and leave of your own volition before he could break you.

Lightly toeing back into the room, your eyes wandered to where your clothes had landed, freezing when Johnny’s head turned to yours and he eyed you curiously from his lounging form on the bed.

“I should head back to mine,” you stated looking down at your feet and letting your long braids become a curtain of protection to hide behind.

“What? You’re leaving?” He shouted in confusion before sitting up and taking a softer tone. “I mean it I guess it does make more sense for you to shower back at your place then come back over—unless you want me to go over to yours—but I still have to shower too…” Johnny rambled off, thinking through the plan he’d assumed in his head.

“C-come back over?” You squeaked out and the man’s brows furrowed at you.

“Yeah, I thought we’d spend the rest of the night together,” Johnny shrugged with a dopey smile on his face as he snickered, “Does the birthday boy not get to have that movie marathon with his girlfriend?”

Your mouth moved before you fully processed his intention. “Girlfriend?!” The surprise in your tone held a joyous tinge to it, your optimistic heart swooning at the word. Mistaking your reaction for yet another rejection, Johnny blinked back in shock before his face fell into a hurt look.

“Do you not—Are we not—I just thought since we—” he tried to get out to explain himself before he paused and sighed. He appeared nothing like the confident man you usually saw around campus. This was a more soft version with his heart on his sleeve that was slowly becoming more guarded as seconds passed.

Swallowing hard, he gave a stony expression and spoke in a measured manner. “Despite popular belief, I’m very conservative with my romantic relationships. I don’t just sleep around with just anyone.”

You’d heard rumors around campus about him during those parties you’d both attended but long since ruled them out and ignored them, knowing better than to believe the foolish nonsense people came up with to pass the time. You chose to trust in your interactions with him and nothing about him was anything similar to those stories.

“N-neither do I,” you quickly countered, shaking your hands out in front of you as you unconsciously walked back over to the bed to assure him that you weren’t playing with his feelings.

It sounded to him like you were offended by his words and he immediately clarified that it wasn’t an assumption. “I’m not saying that you do!” He blurted out before another sigh left his lips.

“I’m saying that I like you, Snoops, and I’m tired of us going around it and pretending what’s happening between us isn’t occurring.” Johnny’s hands reached out to yours and took them in his, pulling you to sit down on the bed with him. His thumbs caressed the brown skin of your hands. “I want to be the only person that you do sleep with—n-not that I expect sex from you—I mean, I just want us to be exclusive with each other. What happens after that is completely on your terms.”

He sounded so nervous and genuine, adding to his charm. It was nice to see this side of him. He felt more touchable and close by sharing these insecurities and hopes.

You looked up into his brown eyes and shifted forward to rest your forehead against his. Nuzzling your nose with his, you murmured to him. “I’d like that very much.”

“Well then, can I be your boyfriend?” he whispered against your lips, wanting to press his lips on yours more than breathing at that moment.

“As long as you don’t laugh at me when I sing along to ‘Life is a Highway’,” you giggled and his lips stretched out to a grin.

“Deal,” Johnny agreed before tackling you into a loving kiss with little littered smooches on your face in between. The two of you spent the rest of the night cuddling and enjoying the vehicular film trilogy with ease after freshening up and changing the sheets.

And if your head happened to slip under the comforter and beneath his pants as the night progressed, well…birthday boys do deserve birthday head.

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