Endless Adoration

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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Presenting

Summary: Jisung's adoration towards you finally makes sense once he presents.

Pairing: Werewolf! Jisung x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: smut, reader is slightly older, switch Jisung trying to handle his own instinct.

“I told you to bring booze!” was the greeting you received as soon as Jaehyun opened the door.

“Do you think I’m dumb?” you scoffed, pushing a bag of snacks to his chest and taking your shoes off before walking in. “Alcohol is more expensive than snacks. You buy booze.”

 Being friends with Jaehyun could be bothersome:  wake up calls so he didn’t miss lectures, not being able to get a date because everyone would think he was your boyfriend and he always expected you to show up with food or alcohol. But there were also benefits: he would always share his food with you, walk you home if it was getting dark and you got to hang out with him and his brothers for movie nights.

“Can’t you just do that thing you do and make booze appear?” Jaehyun groaned, following you to the living room. You turned towards him and lifted an eyebrow. “Please?” he asked, giving you his best pout which made you laugh out loud.

“Fine,” you sighed, sitting on the floor. “Bring me as many empty bottles as you can find.”

Jaehyun wasted no time and went to do as he had been told the exact same second Jisung made his entrance. He gave you a shy smile and sat down near you.

“Hi, Jisung!” you smiled back brightly. “Ready for a horror movie?”

His smile widened and he opened his mouth to reply, when Jaehyun came back into the room, carrying a bunch of bottles of different sizes and complaining about how a witch of your category should be able to materialize bottles as well.

“Materializing solids is harder than materializing liquids,” you deadpanned what you thought should be obvious. 

“You’re gonna do magic, noona?” Jisung leaned forward and looked at the bottles with curious eyes.

“Why are you here, Jisung?” Jaehyun asked finally acknowledging the younger’s presence. “The movie won’t start yet so you can take a nap or something.”

“I-uh… just wanted to say hi,” Jisung mumbled nervously.

“You always come out of your room as soon as Y/N arrives,” Jaehyun pointed out and chuckled teasingly. “It’s like you can smell her or something.” 

 At this Jisung blushed furiously and his eyes widened as he looked at Jaehyun and then at you, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times but not being able to formulate any words.

“Leave him alone,” you gave Jaehyun a stern look and grabbed Jisung’s hand, ignoring the surprised gasp that left his mouth and pulling him to sit closer to you. “He knows I get in a good mood when I see him, right?”

 Jisung didn’t reply, too stunned looking at the way your small hand barely managed to circle his.

 Jaehyun snorted.

“Sure, he’ll keep you company while I go take a shower then,” he yawned and his figure disappeared into the corridor. 

“Okay, wanna see some magic, Ji-” you turned to look at him and found him placing your palm against his, marveled at the visible size difference. You had never paid proper attention to his hands before; his fingers were long and beautiful and they were lacing with yours now as he let out a soft whisper that sounded like 'so small…'

“Jisung…” you called after you remembered how to breathe. “I need both hands to do magic.” 

“Oh-” He seemed to finally escape whatever trance he was trapped in and let go of your hand hesitantly. “Sorry.”

You smiled at him and gathered the bottles in front of you.

“I would ask you what alcohol you want me to materialize, but you’re too young to drink-” you tried to lighten the mood.

“Just beer is fine,” he said.

“What?” you were sure you had misheard him. There was no way he knew anything about alcohol.

“I mostly drink soju and tequila shots,” he shrugged and helped you reach the bottles that were too far. “But some of the others can’t handle that much, so beer would be better.”

“Uh… sure, then let’s go with beer tonight,” you said and got to work.

 It took you about 20 minutes to fill the bottles with alcoholic liquid. You could have finished sooner, but Jisung was staring intently at your hands made it really hard to concentrate.

 The movie was not as scary as you expected and no one could take it seriously. Some of the guys would randomly scream just to scare the others and they ended up getting drunk and throwing chips at each other.  You on the other hand, had had a long week and your body was starting to give up on you, your eyes closing slowly.

“Noona,” you heard a deep but soft voice on your left, “are you tired?”

You smiled tiredly at Jisung. “Yeah… I should probably go home soon.”

“It’s kind of late, though,” Jaehyun said from your right side. “Wanna spend the night here? We can share my bed.”

“But you won’t let me sleep,” you groaned.

“Oh? Is that an invitation to go back to our old arrangement?” he teased and just then everyone went silent, looking at you both.

“What arrangement?” Yuta asked curiously, breaking the silence.

“It’s nothing,” you said before Jaehyun could answer. “Jaehyun, no,” you hissed only for him to hear.

“Your lose,” he simply said and winked at you.

“Nah, I really wanna know now,” Johnny stopped the movie and turned so he could face his object of interest.

You looked around and saw each of the guys’ faces staring back at you intently. Jisung looked like he was holding his breath.

You then looked at Jaehyun who at least had the decency to look guilty  about letting it slip. You sighed and decided to come clean.

“We used to fuck,” you finally said. 

The collective gasp would have been comical if you hadn’t been the one who caused it. Questions about details were fast to arise.

“How was it?” was the last question heard by everyone and followed mostly by cheering and a couple of reprimands. 

Jaehyun bit his lip, suppressing a smirk before whispering a short “sorry” your way and replying to the question. “Fucking amazing.”

 Louder cheers and some dramatical screams exploded around. 

“If it was so good then why did it stop?” interrupted Ten.

“It was not my decision for sure,” said Jaehyun.

“We just weren’t compatible,” you shrugged.

“He’s all talk, isn’t he?” Jungwoo asked you. “He didn’t make you cum.” he wasn’t asking, but stating a fact.

Everyone waited in silence for your answer, and you looked at Jaehyun apologetically. He lifted his eyebrows in disbelief.

“No way…” he waited for you to laugh and tell him that it was all a joke, that he was the best fuck you’ve ever had and that you would love to do it again. “You did cum, I’m sure.”

“I did. I made myself cum,” you murmured. “You just happened to be there.”

 Some of the members of the pack snorted but tried not to be too loud and hurt Jaehyun’s ego even more. Jisung, who had been silent the entire time next to you, scoffed.

“Anyways,” you continued trying to end the conversation as soon as possible. “What I meant earlier is that I can’t sleep with you in the same bed because you snore, so I would rather go home.” 

 Mark and Haechan in a corner laughed harder at you mentioning Jaehyun’s snoring. 

“It’s late, Y/N,” Taeyong reminded you. “Are you sure? One of us can sleep on the couch and you can take the bed.”

“I’ll take the couch,” Jisung suddenly said. Everyone seemed to be surprised to finally hear his voice. “You can sleep in my bed, noona.”

“No, no.” You quickly said. “I can sleep on the couch-”

“No,” he insisted. “I’m not sleepy yet so I’ll watch some TV instead. I’d rather sleep here.”

“Oh… Thank you, Jisung,” you gave in and everyone went back to their own conversations, standing up to go to bed too.

“Well,” Jaehyun tried to lighten the mood, placing his hand on your thigh. “If you change your mind, I’ll leave my door unlocked-”

A deep growl pierced through the choir of voices and caused a heavy silence to reign in the living room. Everyone stood in shock, looking at the source of the threatening sound: Jisung, with his fists clenched and a slight glimpse of red visible in his eyes, set on where Jaehyun’s hand made contact with your body. 

 Jaehyun raised an eyebrow. He seemed to understand what was happening immediately. He wasn’t oblivious to Jisung’s crush on you, but he never thought much of it. It was just a crush, after all. Or was it? He had to make sure…

 Without breaking eye contact with Jisung, Jaehyun slid his hand towards your inner thigh and gave it a soft squeeze. Something that you would have taken as a friendly touch, not uncommon for you two. But it seemed to set Jisung off, his growl becoming louder and more feral, bearing his teeth as if he was about to bite Jaehyun’s hand off.

“Jisung!” Taeyong’s voice rumbled against the walls and it seemed to get to the youngest member of the pack. Jisung shook his head and looked at his leader, and then at your stunned expression. 

He cleared his throat and coughed a couple of times.

“S-sorry, I think I’m about to catch a cold or… something.”

 When no one said anything, he spoke again. 

“I’ll wash up first.” he mumbled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. “My room is all yours to use, noona,” and just like that he scurried away, followed quickly by Chenle.

“You just want your bed to smell like her!” Chenle accused a bit too loud, causing Jisung to shush him and drag him away before he could say something else. Jeno and Jaemin failed to contain their giggles as they left the living room too, and soon other members followed. The last ones to leave were Taeyong and Doyoung, exchanging worried looks and whispers and leaving you and Jaehyun alone. 

 Jaehyun sighed.

 “Our Jisung is a man now, huh?” he said

“What the hell was that? Did he growl at you?!” you still couldn’t believe sweet, shy Jisung had such a side.

“Sure did…”

“Why?!”

Jaehyun didn’t say anything for an entire minute.

“It’s too soon to say,” he finally turned to smile at you and ruffled your hair. “Don’t worry about it yet.”

“Yet?” you repeated as you watched him stand up and make his way out of the living room. “And later?”

“Well…Just don’t play with the poor boy, okay?”

“...what do you mean?” you whispered.

Jaehyun smiled, but he seemed too worried for the smile to reach his eyes.

“Nothing, Y/N… Forget about it. Goodnight…” 

You tossed and turned in Jisung’s bed, failing to fall asleep.You just couldn’t stop worrying about Jisung’s behavior earlier. Was he mad at Jaehyun? Was he mad at you? What if he was actually getting sick and sleeping on the couch made it worse? The pang of guilt you felt was enough to get you out of bed and quietly go to the living room to check on him.

His long body certainly didn’t fit in the couch so his feet were hanging off but  he seemed to be fine overall, sleeping soundly on his back, with hands over his head. You gently placed your hand on his forehead to check on his temperature; he was warm but not enough to alarm you. Letting out a relieved sigh, you stepped away from him, but you hadn’t walked two steps when you heard him call you.

“Noona..” he whimpered softly. 

 You turned to look at him, worried that you had woken him up or that he needed something, but you were met with his sleeping form, eyes closed, breath evened and a content smile like he was having the best of dreams.

“Noona,” he repeated, arching his back slightly and sighing. “You smell so good…” 

 You felt your face heaten up. Was he dreaming of you?

 You waited, but nothing else came out of his parted plump lips. He just laid there pacifically like he hadn’t just made you short circuit. 

 You forced your legs to take you to the kitchen, thinking a cold glass of water would calm you down. Your hands searched for the right cabinet blindly, and then remembered that they had moved the glasses to the top shelf about two weeks ago. You stood on your toes and mentally cursed your height. So you could make alcohol appear but couldn’t reach the top shelf? You weren’t particularly good at levitating objects either so there was no way for you to get a glass. Just when you were about to give up, you felt a warm body behind you and saw a long arm grab a glass over you easily, placing it on the counter in front of you.

 “You wanted this, right?” you heard Jisung’s sleepy voice near your ear as he continued hovering over you.

“Y-yes, thank you,” you stuttered, not daring to move. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s fine,” he mumbled. “The real thing is much better.”

You gulped. He was probably still half asleep and wasn’t making any sense, you thought as you watched him close the cabinet over your head. 

“I never noticed how t-tall you are.” you laughed nervously.

“I’m not particularly tall,” he hummed and you could swear you felt him inhale against your hair, before he let out a soft groan. “You’re just so small.”

 “A-am I?” you asked just for the sake of saying something. All intelligent thoughts had left your brain when he placed his large hands on top of yours on the counter.

“Uh-huh,” he squeezed your hands and pressed his body closer to you from behind, making it impossible not to notice a prominent bulge against your lower back. He hid his face on your neck before he whispered: “I could split you in half.” 

 You moaned out loud before you could think about how wrong this was. This was little Jisung! He hadn’t even presented yet and he had you feeling more hot and bothered than any man before, while whispering such crude things with the softest tone and barely humping your ass. You were losing it for him doing the bare minimum, when you didn’t even know you were attracted to him.

“You sound even better than in my dreams,” he groaned, thrusting against you a bit harder, his hands leaving yours to travel up your arms and finally circle your waist, holding you firmly in place for him to pursue his pleasure. 

 You don’t even know what took over you when you leaned forward into the counter and arched your back with a shaky breath, pressing your behind harder against him and eliciting the most delicious moan out of him.

 “Can’t believe he didn’t make you cum,” he suddenly spit, sliding a hand under your shirt and massaging your breast. “I wouldn’t stop until you’ve soaked the bed,” he groaned, his other hand traveling down the hem of your shorts. “My bed…”

“J-Jisung!” you finally came to your senses and grabbed his hand right as it started sliding into your shorts. “Wait, w-we can’t!”

 He stopped all movement and stilled behind you, slowly raising his head.

“Huh?” was all that came from him as if he was waking up from a trance. And then, he practically jumped away from you like you had burned him. “Noona?!”

 Hesitantly, you finally turned around and looked at him. He looked from his hands to you, eyes flashing red and golden intermittently. Whether he was still panting due to his previous activities or because he was panicking, you didn’t know. 

 “I-,sorry I… I don’t k-know why I… shit, noona I’m so sorry,” he stuttered and stumbled over his own feet as he fled to the bathroom and locked himself in there.

 You stood in the darkness in silence, the glass long forgotten on the counter and your upper thighs uncomfortably sticky due to the wetness you couldn’t stop. Your heart was pounding against your chest like you were a teenager facing her first crush, and all because of Jisung. 

 But his reaction confirmed your theory that he wasn’t really awake and it made you feel incredibly guilty. Had you scared him? What if he felt like you had taken advantage of him and hated you know? 

 You heard the faint singing of birds coming from outside and noticed the room wasn’t as dark anymore and took it as your queue to go home, getting dressed and grabbing your stuff silently, not wanting to face anyone right now.

 Once you got home you took a quick shower and hid under the blankets, falling asleep immediately as if all energy had been suddenly stolen from you. 

You woke up to your phone ringing insistently on your nightstand.

“What?” you sleepy mumbled placing the phone on your ear.

“When did you leave?” Jaehyun’s voice asked.

“Uh I don’t know…early, I guess.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I would have walked you home.”

“It’s fine, I got home safe and sound.”

 He hummed and yawned. “Next time wake me up, okay?”

“Okay…” you mumbled and bit your lip, suddenly remembering what had happened last night. “Hey, Jae…does Jisung normally…sleepwalk?”

“Sleepwalk?” he sounded confused. “Uh no, not that I know- why?...did something happen last night?”

“Uh…”

“Hold on, Y/N.”

 You heard faint murmurs being exchanged on the other side of the line and then you heard Taeyong’s voice asking for the phone.

“Y/N, did Jisung go to the room where you were sleeping last night?” Taeyong asked straight to the point.

“NO!” you basically yelled. “No, of course not.”

“Did he do or say something weird then?” he insisted

It took you a bit too long to answer. How could you possibly tell them?!

“Y/N, I need you to tell me or we can’t help him.”

“He…uh, I-” you inhaled deeply before thinking of a way to tell them without giving away many details. “I went to the kitchen last night and I think maybe I woke him up, or…I don’t know but he was there and talked and…acted in a way that wasn’t like…like him, you know? And his eyes were changing colors…”

You heard even more voices discussing on the other side of the line before Taeyong spoke again.

“What did he say exactly?”

 You froze. Jisung’s whisper of 'I would split you in half' echoed in your head.

“I- I don’t remember… I was half asleep,” you lied.

Taeyong’s silence made it clear he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t insist. 

“Is Jisung okay?” You finally asked.

“He’s fine,” Taeyong assured you. “He is a bit moody today, hasn’t left his room, but he isn’t sick or anything… We think he’s about to present.”

“Oh,” you said dumbly. That made sense; the weird change of eye color, a more aggresive attitude and sudden hornyness. You felt relieved, but also a bit disappointed. It was just his animal side and he would have reacted like that with any other woman; he wasn’t attracted to you. And after he presented, it would only be a matter of time before he met his destined mate. Great. It’s not like you liked him either, right?

Right?

When the call finished, you were in a terrible mood. And you were still in a bad mood for the next few days, a week even. And when it was time for another movie night at Jaehyun’s, you declined, saying you were tired. Instead, you grabbed a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate and watched a movie on your own, while the heavy rain tapped against the window.

  As you approached the end of the movie, you heard a soft knock on your door. You stopped the movie and looked at the door, just in time for a harder knock to be heard.  Puzzled, you stood up and walked softly towards the door, the knocking becoming louder and more insistent. 

“W-who is it?” you asked nervously once you reached the door.

“Noona,” called the deep voice from the other side. “It’s me…”

“Jisung?!” you shrieked and quickly opened the door, facing the boy whose clothes and hair were soaking wet. “Jisung what are you doing here?! Look at you, why didn’t you bring an umbrella with you?! You’ll get sick-”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked immediately, staring into your eyes.

“W-what?”

“Are you mad because of what I did that night? Is that why you don’t want to go to our house anymore?”

“No, Jisung.” you sighed. “I’m not mad at you, I promise. I just wasn’t feeling it today.”

 His shoulders relaxed and he nodded. “Oh, okay…I’ll see you around then…”

“Jisung,” you called him before he could leave. “Come in and take a hot shower okay? Let’s get you some dry clothes to change into.”

 He looked at himself, like he had just noticed his state and murmured a soft “okay” before entering your place timidly. You showed him the way to the bathroom and left a clean towel for him to use, letting him know there would be dry clothes waiting for him in your room.

 Meanwhile you went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of hot chocolate for him right when your phone started vibrating in your pocket. It was Jaehyun calling.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Y/n, is Jisung with you?” he asked urgently.

 You almost choked on your saliva. How did he know?!

“Uh…yes, he just showed up.”

“Oh thank god,” he sighed, and then his voice sounded distant as he seemed to be speaking to somebody else, telling them 'he’s with her!'

“Is everything okay?” you asked nervously

“He suddenly left in a hurry and didn’t tell anyone anything. He left his phone here, and Chenle tried calling some of his friends but no one had seen him.”

“He’s fine, just got wet because of the rain so he’s taking a shower now. He can stay here until the rain stops,” you offered.

“Thank you,” Jaehyun said and paused for a minute before adding: “Don’t tell him I called you.”

“Why not?”

“He’s a bit…sensitive these days,” he murmured. “And he isn’t very happy with how close I am with you so…”

“...That makes no sense,” you replied and lowered your voice as you heard Jisung exiting the bathroom and entering your room to get changed. “We’ve been friends for years and he’s never seemed to have a problem with that.”

“Yes, but now he’s presenting Y/N.”

“So?”

“Look…,” you heard some movement and then a door closing, indicating that he had probably gone to his room to talk without anyone hearing. “Taeyong doesn’t want me to tell you this, something about not wanting to pressure you into anything but…uh…”

“Just spit it out,” you were starting to get impatient

“We think Jisung imprinted…on you,” the last part was barely audible. 

 There was an awkward silence that none of you knew how to break until you cleared your throat.

“That’s impossible,” you said. “He hasn’t even presented yet.”

“It’s not impossible. It’s more common for wolves to find their mate after presenting, but it’s not necessarily the rule. I think… We think he imprinted on you a long time ago.”

 When you didn’t say anything he continued.

“You know he’s had the biggest crush on you for a while, Y/N. What if it wasn’t a simple crush? You saw how he reacted when I touched you that night… No wolf would be that agitated unless it’s their mate that’s being touched. All the signs have always been there, we just dismissed them.”

“I- I don’t know what to do with that information, Jae…” you said, biting your lip nervously.

“I thought you liked him too…” he accused. 

“Me?!”

“Yes, you. You have a soft spot for him, you always ask for him when we hang out, you bring him snacks and presents for no reason, you smile like an idiot when he talks and you are incredibly touchy with him.”

“That’s just…”

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N. We all knew you had a thing for him. If you like him, go for it. But if you don’t like him like that, send him home now and don’t toy with his feelings,” he warned you before sighing and softening his voice. “You’re my friend, Y/N, and he’s my pack brother. I want the best for both of you, okay? I gotta go, call me if anything happens.” 

 When he hung up you placed your phone on the kitchen counter and went to your room to check on Jisung. There would be time to ask him about his feelings and talk things out properly after he drank something hot and was more comfortable, you thought as you knocked on your bedroom door a few times.

“Jisung, are you ready? Do you want hot chocolate? or something to eat?” you asked, trying your best to hide how affected you were after that phone call. But the only reply you heard was something that sounded like a muffled cry. “Jisung?” you insisted only to get a louder cry in response. Worried, you opened the door and stood there speechless.

 The clothes you had prepared for him were scattered on the floor  along with the towel you had given him earlier. Jisung was completely bare on your bed, mounting your pillow and rutting against it desperately, while water drops traveled from his hair to your bedsheets, where his face was buried, muffling his incessant moans. 

“J-jisung…” his name was the only thing you would say and he finally turned his body to the side slightly to look at you, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the precum leaking from his reddened cock, staining your pillowcase. 

“N-noona,” his voice was an octave deeper than usual. “Noona, everything smells l-like you…” he whimpered, fucking the pillow harder and faster without breaking eye contact with you. “I-I’m so close-” was the last thing he managed to say before a deep moan echoed through the room and his hips stilled, his buttcheeks contracting a couple of times, pressing his member harder against the soft fabric.

 He laid limp on the bed, hooded eyes still looking at you, the strange dance of eye colors happening again told you that he was being consumed by his wolf again.

“Sorry,” he finally panted. “I made a mess...”

“I-it’s okay!” your voice cracked because you were actually not okay, but you knew he had no control over his body right now and the last thing you wanted was to make him feel guilty about it. “There’s some tissues on my nightstand, so- uh how about you c-clean yourself up and g-get dressed?” you nervously walked closer to him, picked up the clothes from the floor and offered them to him.

 He slowly sat up, as if his body was too heavy to move. He didn’t even bother covering himself like the shy Jisung normally would. He was far too gone for that. But when he saw the clothes you were trying to give him, he had enough energy to snatch them from you and throw them further away, with an annoyed huff.

“Wha- Jisung!” you reprimanded him. “You have to get dressed!”

“I’m not wearing his clothes,” he hissed. “And neither are you. Those are Jaehyun hyung’s, aren't they?”

 Right. The only clothes you had that could fit him were shirts and boxers that Jaehyun would leave behind whenever he crashed at your place. You had prepared those clothes for Jisung before Jaehyun called you to warn you about Jisung’s feelings.

“...Fine,” you sighed in defeat, not wanting to irritate him more. “I’ll go get you something else, but don’t complain if it’s too small for you.”

Before you could walk away, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, making you stand in between his legs, pressing his head against your lower belly.

“Don’t go,” he pouted, planting a soft kiss on your stomach over the thin fabric of your shirt that made you blush even more. “It hurts less when you’re here.”

“Are y-you in pain?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he inhaled deeply and groaned as he caught the smell or your arousal. “But maybe you can help me?” he asked using one of his hands to lift your shirt slightly, kissing your skin directly now and making you gasp. “Can you make it better, noona?” he looked up at you innocently while sticking out his tongue and licking at your hip bone.

“Fuck!” you tilted your head back unconsciously pushing your hips closer to him, which he took as a sign for him to start pulling your sweatpants lower, his mouth kissing and licking every bit of skin he found on his way. “J-jisung, hold on!”

 You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him away slightly, he whined.

 “Why?” he asked, his hands still pulling at the hem of your pants.

“Jisung, I think y-you’re… presenting,” you told him.

He furrowed his brows and looked at you confused, but then his mouth parted slightly as the cogs started turning in his head.

“Oh,” he finally said, dropping his arms to his sides and letting go of you. “Does that make you uncomfortable? Am I scaring you?”

“No!” you softly took his face in your hands and made him look up at you. “That’s not it, Jisung. I just want you to be sure-”

“I’m sure,” he said quickly.

“-And I don’t want you to regret it-”

“I won’t,” he assured you, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his mouth so he could give it little kisses. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this for, noona.”

“Jisung… are you- uh… am I your m-mate?” you finally gathered the courage to ask.

“Yes,” he hummed contently, kissing your fingertips. “Mine. Not Jaehyun hyung’s.”

“How can you be s-sure?” you barely managed to ask while looking at his lips wrap around your thumb and suck gently.

“Always knew. Since the first time I saw you,” he said simply, letting go of your fingers with one last kiss. “But you always treated me like a kid, so I waited… hoping you would see me differently once I presented.”

Suddenly, his hands were back on your pants and without a warning he pulled them down, making you lose your balance, which he took as an opportunity to grab your arms and pull you on his lap, one of his hands behind you taking the sweatpants off your legs, leaving you on your shirt and underwear only

“And judging by how wet you are for me, it was worth the wait,” he smirked, caressing your arms and guiding them to his shoulders.

 You were incredibly embarrassed but didn’t bother to lie. You knew he could smell your arousal and it was stupid to lie to him. “Sorry, I couldn't help it.”

“Don’t be,” he said, kissing your cheek softly. “It smells really fucking good, but it’s making me really hard…”

 You looked down and gasped when you saw that he was indeed incredibly hard for someone who had literally just ejaculated on your pillow.

“Please help me, noona,” he begged, grabbing one of your hands and placing it over his hardness. “It hurts so bad.”

 You couldn’t stop yourself from tracing his cock delicately with your fingertips, feeling his body tense up under you. 

“I’ll help,” you finally said, wrapping your hand around him, making him moan and release a mantra of ‘thank yous’. “But… you can’t mark me.”

He looked up at you like you were crazy. Marking you was what he wanted the most. You were denying him the ultimate pleasure of owning you for the rest of your lives. Frustrated he shook his head and opened his mouth to complain, but then you let go of his member completely, earning a pained gasp from him.

“Jisung, you can’t mark me during your first rut,” you tried to reason with him as he whined incoherently and tried to put your hand back on him. “It 's too soon. If you still want me in the future, then we can think about it, okay?”

 He looked up at you with such sad eyes that you almost gave in, but you knew it was better to take things slow. Finally he dropped his head and mumbled a defeated 'okay.'

 “Good boy,” you whispered sweetly, making him shudder at the pet name. This time you grabbed him firmly and started pumping him rhythmically without hesitation. He let out the loudest gasp yet and arched his back, hips thrusting against your hand like crazy.

“N-noona!” he dug his fingers into your waist in a desperate attempt to ground himself. “yes, please, yes-yes!”

 You were so focused on his fucked out expression that you failed to notice one of his hands making its way into your panties. He quickly found your clit and massaged it, groaning at how wet you were.

“J-jisung!” you panted, trying to wiggle away. “T- this is supposed to be to help you!” you argued but the rest of your complaints were forgotten when one of his long fingers entered you slowly. “Ah!”

“You are helping m-me, noona,” he gasped against your lips, thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly while his thumb circled your clit. “You’re doing s-so …so good f-for me.” 

 He took you by surprise when he finally connected your lips, swallowing your moans and sliding his tongue into your mouth messily. He made use of this distraction to insert a second finger inside of you and make you sob into the kiss. Your thumb reached the tip of his cock and circled it, imitating the way he was massaging your clit, and successfully making him break the kiss to gasp.

“That’s it, noona,” he gave your lips a couple of messy licks before pressing his forehead against you. “J-just like that-don’t stop…don’t stop, please, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop-” 

 He moaned and tilted his head back, his fingers mercilessly abusing you while spurts of his cum covered your hand, making you reach your climax while he rode out his. You dropped your head on his shoulder, body limp, trying to catch up your breath but he wouldn’t stop his assault on your clit.

“Ji-,” you squirmed, but he held you in place. “Jisung, I’m s-sensitive.”

“But it hurts,” he pleaded, still breathing heavily. You lifted your head to look at him. His dick was still as hard and red as when you first entered the room.

“Fuck…” you mumbled. “How…?”

“More?” he asked you as innocently as he could, considering his fingers were still inside of you. 

“Uh okay, I-... can you lay down?” you asked him, and he nodded eagerly, letting you stand up so he could lay down on the cum stained bed.

 “W-what are you gonna-Fuck! Oh fuck, noona-” he moaned as soon as he felt your warm lips on his aching cock. “P-please noona, I- oh… you’re crazy if you t-think I won’t m-mark you after thi-ah!”

 You let go of his member with a soft pop and licked the tip softly. “We said no marking, Ji,” you teased him between licks.

“I-I know but-...But noona,oooohh!” he arched his back and grabbed the bedsheets in a pathetic attempt to control himself, tears staining his pretty face. “more, m-more-!”

 You gave him more, wrapping your lips around him and sucking, making loud slurping sounds and had him tossing and turning under you, calling your name and sobbing.

“Keep g-going, noona c’mon k-keep-,” his thighs started shaking and his abdomen contracted as a clear sign that he was very close. “Keep sucking, y/n, k-keep sucking my cock, just l-like that noon-ah! keep g-going, keep fucking g-going-,” his desperate mantra between gasps got interrupted by you finally deepthroating him. “Fuuuuckk!”

 You hummed around his cock and started lifting your head when you felt both his hands on the back of your head, pushing you down and forcing his dick into your throat. You choked and grabbed his hands, trying to push him away, but he had no intention of letting go, keeping your nose pressed against his navel and your throat contracting against his member in an attempt to breathe. 

 “Stay,” he growled, using a voice that was unknown to you, deeper and huskier than you’d ever heard him. “Take my cock, just like you’re meant to,” he then gave your head short fast pushes, still pressed against his hips, that made you choke harder and sob, the vibrations making him feel in heaven.

 With a final guttural growl, he came in your throat, forcing you to swallow his load before he finally let go of your head, cooing at your coughs.

 Once you managed to stop coughing, you looked at him in shock, expecting an apology for losing control like that, but when your eyes met his, you saw no guilt or regret. His eyes full of lust were shining a bright red and a cocky smirk had replaced his shy typical expression.

 His wolf had taken over.

“You look so good like this, Y/N,” he said casually, leaving all formalities behind and calling you by your name. 

“J-jisung? How d-do you feel?” you asked a bit afraid. You had never seen him like this before.

“Fucking fantastic,” he purred. “Will feel even better after I knot you.”

“K-knot?!”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? So Jaehyun can breed you full of cum but your real mate can’t?” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“No I-...I’ve never t-taken a knot before,” you admitted, suddenly feeling shy, looking down. “I n-never let him…”

“He didn’t knot you?” he repeated.

You shook your head no and he immediately took your face in his hands and pulled you closer to him, kissing you passionately. 

“Good girl, y/n. You did well,” he praised you, helping you take your shirt off, and kissing your breasts affectionately. Your back arched into his touch and let him make you feel good. You suddenly felt so small and vulnerable, like you were meant to submit to him.

“Your tiny cunt will only take my knot from now on,” he mumbled against your left breast, circling your nipple with his tongue. “Take my cock only for the rest of your life.”

 You moaned and pulled at his hair, your hips rubbing against his softly.

“I’ll mark you so good everyone will know who you belong to…”

That knocked some sense into you.

“J-jisung! We s-said not yet-”

“Sit on my face,” he commanded. 

“Huh?!”

“It seems I haven’t made you feel good enough if you still have half a brain to talk back to your alpha,” he grunted, easily manhandling you so your legs were on each side of his head, your pussy hovering dangerously over his face.

“A-alpha?” the term sounded so foreign to you. It was only used among wolves, so you never thought you would have to address anyone like that. 

“That’s right,” he purred, kissing your inner thighs. “Alpha will fuck you dumb, okay?” was the last thing he said before pulling your panties to the side and diving in. 

 You let out a silent scream and grabbed onto the bed headboard for support. His tongue felt hotter than what should be normal and the way he moaned and groaned against you like he was tasting the most delicious of meals sent constant waves of pleasure through your body. You felt yourself cumming faster than ever in your life so you tried to put some distance between yourselves, to avoid coming that fast and embarrassing yourself, but he wouldn’t have any of that. His arms circled your thighs and pulled you down, all your weight on his face making you tremble with pleasure. He chuckled and sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth, using his tongue to toy with it roughly. 

“Oh,” you sobbed, panting heavily, “I’m g-gonna cum, Ji- ah! gonna c-cum, Jisung-!” 

Your body shook against his hold as he hummed with your clit still inside his mouth, making you cum while screaming so hard, you knew you wouldn’t be able to speak properly for a couple of days.

“Are you okay?” panted Jisung against your core.

“I-I’m…okay,” you replied with difficulty.

 Jisung tsked like he was annoyed at the fact that you could still form coherent sentences. “One more then.”

 His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his strong hands grabbed your hips, pulling you against him again and moving you back and forth against his soft hot tongue.

“J-jisung w-wait,” you barely gasped. “I can’t c-cum again…”

 He raised his brows defiantly and moved you faster against your will, ready to prove you how wrong you were.

“Jisung please-!” you pleaded, but you were starting to feel another build up. How could everything feel so good with him?

Soon you felt your hips move on its own, which gave Jisung the opportunity to touch your body, from your thighs, to your ass and finally massaging your breasts as you rode his tongue thoughtlessly. 

“Oh, oh! s-so good, Jisungie-,” you spoke shakily. “Your tongue f-feels so good, a-alpha…”

Jisung moaned and you could see the corners of his lips lift in what would have been a satisfied smirk if it wasn’t because he had you riding his tongue. He knew he had you where he wanted, and he guided your hands to his head, encouraging you to pull his hair as you used him. 

“Y-yes,” you moaned, eyes rolling back and your hips bouncing empty-headed against his face. “Yes,yes-yeesss fuck alpha!”

 You came so hard you heard a ring in your ears, your body losing all strength and falling back. Jisung caught you right in time and laid you on the bed carefully.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked, voice raspy and face glistening with your juices.

 You barely acknowledged that he was talking to you, your eyes unfocused, and body shaking like a leaf with only one thought in your head:

“Ji…alpha,” you let out almost inaudibly. 

“Perfect,” Jisung groaned, taking off your ruined panties and positioning himself between your legs, entering you in one go.

You cried out loud and arched your back, tossing your arms around, looking for something to hold onto. Jisung wasn’t doing so well himself, his eyes were wide in shock at how good he felt, and they were switching into golden color again.

“F-fuck, noona,” he sobbed, kissing you pasionately, and giving an experimental thrust that made both of you moan. “Noona, my beautiful noona- h-how can you be so tight and w-warm?” 

 You weakly lifted your head and saw Jisung looking back at you.  Eyes full of adoration gleaming a golden color instead of the dark red you had seen before. Soft and lovely Jisung was back, but for how long?

“S-sorry, noona,” he said as he started fucking you with intent. “Don’t ask me to stop- I c-can’t stop.”

 He buried his face into your neck and whispered the sweetest praises, only interrupted by moans that were becoming louder. 

“If I don’t m-mark you I’ll d-die, noona ah!,p-please-,” he begged, sucking your neck like you had the mental capacity to deny him anything in this state. 

You then heard a chuckle. The wolf was back.

“And you’ll let me, right?” said that dark and velvety voice. “You’ll let alpha mark y-you and fuck you full of cum,yeah?” he sat up and his red eyes devoured you as he grabbed your hips and fucked into you roughly. 

 You were too fucked up to even moan out loud, your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back as no sound came out of your spent troath. 

“Such a perfect little doll,” he hissed as his hips snapped against you, the bed headboard slamming against the wall loudly. “Won’t ever let you go, Y/N.”

 The base of his cock finally started growing in size making him moan shakily and fucking you faster.

“Yes! yes,yes, finally- finally Y/N!”

He laid on top of you and hugged your waist, holding your body against his as his hips pistoned into you, letting out a delirious string of curses, praises and sobs.

“S-sorry, noona,” there was human Jisung again, his forehead against yours as he panted, a couple of his tears landing on your face. “You h-have to take my knot, p-please, you have to- I c-can’t-!” 

 You couldn’t register his words, as a new and more powerful orgasm took over your body and made you convulse against his strong hold. If you hadn’t been so fucked out you would have seen his mouth wide open as he went cross-eyed and gave a final thrust that settled his knot inside of you, his cock twitching and releasing endless spurts of thick cum.

“O-oh, oh noona…” he sobbed against your neck, finally giving into his instinct and biting you hard.

 “Jisung!” you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, moaning as he sucked on the fresh mark. You thought it would hurt more, but it gave you a very pleasant tingly sensation. “Alpha…”

Jisung panted heavily as he lifted his upper body. His eyes were golden again and he was anxiously waiting for your reaction after what had happened.

“I- I couldn’t stop myself, noona,” he bit his lip and flinched when your eyes met his. “I don’t know why I…it just hurt and- then everything became too much-”

You groaned and threw your arms over your face. “That’s why I told you not to mark me,” you whined. “I knew you would regret it!”

“No,” he said firmly. “I don’t regret it.”

When you didn’t reply to him, he grabbed your arms and held them against the mattress on each side of your head.

“Noona, look at me,” he pleaded. “I don’t regret it. It was better than I could ever imagine. I’m just apologizing because you didn’t want it.”

“I did want it,” you whispered. “But I wanted you to be sure first.”

“I’ve been sure for so long, noona,” he kissed your lips softly. “I’ve always wanted you. Please don’t push me away.”

 You kissed him back and he sighed against your mouth, deepening the kiss. 

And then he thrusted harshly inside of you again, making you almost choke in surprise.

“J-jisung?!”

He opened his eyes slowly and you saw the flickering battle of red and golden happen again, telling you his animal side wanted to come out again.

"Sorry, noona..." he apologized in advance for what was about to happen.

Here we go again.

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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For Worse Or For Better Alternate Ending

Summary: Wonwoo just can't wait after hearing you call him your husband. Good thing he knows about a conference room on this floor that's always left unlocked.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~3.2k

Part 1

Warnings: semipublic sex, dom/sub themes, kissing, swearing, marriage kink, petnames, oral m and f. rec., multiple orgasms, fingering, big dick wonwoo, bit of size kink, unprotected piv sex, brief bulge kink, MINORS I WILL BLOCK YOU WITHOUT REMORSE

Reader Notes: called wife, wears dress/heels/makeup, has vagina and breasts, wap

Once the necessary goodbyes have been said, Wonwoo grips your hand tighter in his and practically drags you toward the ballroom doors, making you power walk in your stilettos to keep up with him. 

He pushes the doors open, tugging you through behind him and hearing nothing but your breathing as the doors shut. There’s no one around, for now, and when you turn left, making for the exit, Wonwoo banks right. 

There’s a conference room on this floor, Wonwoo knows from five years of sneaking away from this party to scream inside his head and then nap for fifteen minutes. Tonight, he hopes to make you scream instead. 

Not too loud though, Wonwoo thinks nervously, knowing he hasn’t been formally promoted yet. 

He can feel your confusion, even as you match his fast pace, and waits to explain until he’s pulling you into the conference room. 

It’s golden in here too, warm lighting and a massive oak table with a dozen chairs situated around it. One wall has a mirror, vintage glass and a black iron frame, and Wonwoo is shocked when he sees himself. 

He’s flushed, panting, hair rumpled, glasses so far down his nose they’re almost useless, his tie is loose, uneven, and he can feel parts of his dress shirt starting to stick. 

You, however, look radiant. 

You glow in the gilded light, skin shimmering and silk dress shining, and Wonwoo feels breathless as he stares at you. 

Your reflection stares back, hand still clasped tightly in his and eyes filled with questions. 

He answers them with a heated look, pulling you into a kiss, backing up to lean against the table, tugging you by the fabric over your stomach until you step forward and stand between his legs.

Wonwoo can feel you inching closer, your warm, soft stomach pressing into his hips and making him gasp into your mouth. 

The kiss gets messier, Wonwoo’s hand smoothing down your body to rest on your waist, pulling you up tight against his body as he pushes away from the table. 

You stumble back in surprise, accidentally yanking him down by the tie held in your hand, but Wonwoo takes the opening, rotating your bodies so you’re the one against the table instead. 

Your legs spread instinctively as he pushes one of his between them, keeps his head bent low even though you’d let go of his tie already, presses sucking kisses to your chest and pushes his thigh against your clothed cunt. 

Wonwoo can’t get close, stopped by the unyielding fabric of your dress, but it’s enough to make you whine and push back, legs spreading wider as you rest more of your weight on the table. 

He wants to just hoist you up to sit on the wood, but feels like first, he should maybe probably ask if he can fuck you on it. 

“Babe, do you want- could we-“ Wonwoo groans, head butting your sternum, glasses pressing into the bridge of his nose uncomfortably. 

“Yes, you can fuck me on this table,” you sigh happily. 

“Really? I didn’t even have to beg or anything,” Wonwoo breathes, digging his fingers into your waist, silk bunching under his hands. 

“Honestly,” you start a bit apprehensively, “I’ve been thinking about it all night. You were so hot glaring at that guy when he almost touched me and you look so broad in this suit.” 

Your voice sounds dreamy, your eyes distant as your fingers mess with the buttons on his shirt, but when you kick your heels off and brace your palms on the table to hop up, Wonwoo stops you.

“Can I…,” he turns you gently, catching your eyebrows rising in pleasant surprise as you allow yourself to be bent over the table. 

Fuck, you look amazing like this, just like he knew you would. 

The side of your face is resting on the oak, your hazy eyes staring at him over your shoulder, breasts pressed against the surface and spilling out of the side of your dress. His breath catches when he sees your hands above your head, your arms straight and your fingers woven together. 

He didn’t even need to ask, and Wonwoo can feel his dick throb in his pants at the fact that you’re so eager to please him. 

It’s like you know how already, know what he wants from you and what he wants to do to you, and you’re only too happy to give it to him. 

It makes Wonwoo’s head spin, and he absentmindedly trails his fingers down your spine, callused tips catching on the delicate fabric of your dress. When he reaches your hips, his fingers clench in the material and start drawing it up, revealing your legs inch by inch as the hem of your dress glides over your skin. 

Wonwoo’s breathing gets faster with every bit of flesh uncovered, stutters when your plush thighs and the cute crease where they meet your ass are unveiled, and one hand drops to dig his fingers in, pulling your ass cheek to the side to expose your wet panties. 

You’re wearing a thong, and Wonwoo’s torn between ripping it off of you and dropping to his knees to suck your clit through the fabric. 

He goes with Option B, setting his glasses on the table and sliding down your body quickly, his hands spreading you open and his tongue gliding between your thighs. He groans at your taste, at the heat of your cunt, at the way you tremble under his hands, and licks deeper, his tongue finding your entrance and pushing inside. 

You whine above him, your knees shaking and trying to close, and Wonwoo shifts one hand to the inside of your thigh to hold your legs open. He soon grows tired of tasting you through the fabric and tugs your panties down roughly, leaving them around your knees and licking into you. 

It’s like you bloom, your body melting into the table and your folds opening to his tongue, cunt weeping and sweet sighs leaving your relaxed form. Wonwoo feels drunk as he glides his tongue through your wetness, sighs into your pussy and breathes you in, dips a finger into your entrance, sinking it inside when you whimper a please.

You’re searing hot, your walls sucking his finger deeper and clenching already, and Wonwoo slides another inside, marveling at how your cunt embraces them. He wonders if he could get four fingers in you, keeps that thought in his back pocket for the time being, scissors the two inside to make room for a third. 

Your hips are jerking against the table, into his mouth and then away, almost like you can’t handle what he’s giving to you, so he decides to give you more, curls his fingers until he finds your g-spot, grinds deeply into the patch of nerves and sucks your clit into his mouth until you cum, your cries muffled by your hand. 

Wonwoo wishes he could hear you, but knows keeping quiet is for the best, rewards you for doing it yourself by swirling his fingers over your clit and shoving his tongue inside you. 

He can taste you better like this, feel your walls on his tongue, how they squeeze down around him through the waves of your climax, and already knows that feeling you on his cock will be better than he ever could have dreamed it would be. 

And Wonwoo has been dreaming about it, about you, ever since he heard you touching yourself late one night a couple months ago. He’d woken up thirsty, headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, and heard soft gasps coming from under your door. He worried for a second that you were crying, but Wonwoo figured it out when you broke into a low moan, and his cock responded before he could even try to calm down.

He’d walked down the hall in a daze, filled a glass with water until it spilled over, his brain replaying the moan. He’d almost dropped the glass altogether when you let out a keening whimper, and he realized that must be what you sound like when you cum. He’d managed to set the glass down on the island before desperately pressing his hips into the marble, willing his dick to stop jumping and leaking precum into his boxers. The gentle sighs that followed your whimper made him turn and shove his mouth into his shoulder, trying to keep your name from escaping in a sigh of his own. 

But Wonwoo doesn’t have to swallow your name down this time, breathes it into your pussy as he licks between his fingers, slides his tongue inside you again, reaching deep and fucking you with the wet muscle and immediately sending you spiraling towards another climax.

It doesn't take much to send you over the edge again, just a few strokes of his fingers on your clit and his tongue pushing through your tightness, before you break with a cry of his name, whined into the crook of your elbow to keep your voice from echoing in the small room. 

Wonwoo stays on his knees for a second, just admiring you, wetness dripping down your thighs and your pussy still clenching, before rising to his feet and wiping his face off with a sleeve. He leans over your body, resting his chin in the bend between your neck and shoulder before pressing kisses along your jaw, listening as you try to catch your breath. 

“How are you feeling, baby? Ready to go home?” Wonwoo asks softly into your neck. 

You twist to look at him, disappointment clear on your face, “I thought you were gonna fuck me on the table.”

Wonwoo balks a little, expecting you to be too sensitive after two orgasms so close together, tells you so, to which you roll your eyes and say, “I would tell you, don’t worry.”

He nods, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, and pulls his cock out, gaze focused downward and missing the way your eyes widen in delight and determination. 

He tells himself not to worry and places a hand on each hip, his thumbs angled down to pull you apart so he can watch as his cock sinks into you slowly. 

You’re squirming already, whimpering into the table, and Wonwoo wants to stop and check in, but you said you’d tell him if something was wrong, and he knows he can trust you to do so. 

Your walls are tight around him, snug enough he wonders if he should’ve made you cum again before fucking you, but the way you push back with a whine of his name tells him you like it. 

He bottoms out after a few minutes, his balls pressed to your ass, his cock deep deep deep inside, and he wonders if it’s been as long for you as it has for him, or if you’re always this fucking tight.

Either way, it’s not like Wonwoo minds. 

He loves it, in fact, loves stretching you open on his dick, making room inside you with each thrust, feeling your walls relax more and more until he can fuck you like he wants, and it’s so much better than he dreamed, so much better than he could have imagined. 

Now, you’re so wet Wonwoo fears he might slip out, digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips to anchor himself to you, makes sure he stays buried in your soaking cunt, and starts pounding you into the table.

He pulls your hips back into every thrust, not wanting you to wake up with a line of bruising tomorrow, and the punched out gasp that leaves you every time he drills into your pussy has him feeling like he could float away. 

Your nails claw at the table, cunt fluttering around him and trying to suck him in deeper, and he moves one hand from your hip to wrap around your abdomen, groans far too loud in the empty room when he feels it. 

His cock is rooted so deep inside you, he can feel himself in your stomach, the head thumping into his palm with every thrust. 

Fuck, Wonwoo could cum just at the thought. 

He’ll try to hold back though, wants to get you there one more time before he lets go, crouches at the knee a bit to thrust right up into your g-spot and shifts the hand on your hip down to your clit, holding you to him tightly with an arm wrapped around you. 

Your body is so warm against his, so soft, and Wonwoo can’t get close enough, bends over you on the table to press kisses along your bare back, sucks marks into the nape of your neck. 

He can hear your sounds better like this, the ones you’re trying to muffle, and he breathes, “kiss me,” into your cheek, waiting for your head to turn before capturing your lips with his, sliding his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans and sighs. 

Wonwoo almost feels euphoric, finally tasting the noises he’d heard that night, the noises he’s been dreaming of for months, the noises he hears in his head when he’s got his hand on his cock and you on his mind. 

He can’t get enough, circles your clit with two fingers, groans into your mouth when you seize up around his dick, could cry when that whimper starts up in your throat and you shatter around him.  

Your walls convulse, shuddering around his length and sucking him in deeper, squeezing his dick so hard he can’t breathe, and he can feel your slick dripping down his balls, hopes it doesn’t stain his pants too noticeably, thanks himself for shoving your dress up and out of the way. 

Wonwoo steels himself, trying desperately not to cum inside you because you hadn’t discussed that, and it takes all of his strength not to let the clenching of your walls drag him under too. 

You’re panting into his mouth, your lashes lined with tears and your cheek hot against his, and Wonwoo has never been so in love. 

Until you push him out of you with a hand on his hip and turn, dropping to your knees and looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, whisper, “Cum in my throat.” 

Your hair is messy, your skin glimmering in the golden light, makeup smeared just a bit, and when you look up at him like that, opening up and letting your tongue fall out just a little, Wonwoo can’t resist. 

His thumb traces over your bottom lip, dips inside your mouth to pull your jaw down a bit further, and starts feeding his cock into your mouth. 

It’s a tight fit, but you do your best to swallow around him, Wonwoo can tell, and he’s honestly overjoyed with what he’s already gotten, could cum now if you told him to, but your eyes glaze over, and he thinks you just might want him in your mouth a bit longer. 

He’s happy to give you that, can hold out until you’re ready, until you’re satisfied. 

Maybe he can’t, though, Wonwoo thinks, clenching his eyes shut because if he looks at you any longer, it’ll be the end of him. 

You’re just so beautiful, so alluring, on your knees for him like this, your lips stretched around his dick, nails digging into your knees, eyes watery and staring right up into his, and Wonwoo can’t hold it in anymore. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re being so good for me,” he groans through gritted teeth, a last ditch effort to stay quiet, “you’re my perfect baby angel, aren’t you? My beautiful fucking wife, shit.”

His hands slip down, one around the back of your neck and one on your face, thumbs tracing your skin, not moving you, just holding you, feeling you. 

You’re so warm, always so warm, and Wonwoo is drawn to you like a moth to a lightbulb, gravitates around you, seeks out your heat without even realizing. 

He can have it now, have you now, and Wonwoo’s heart thumps in his chest when he realizes he’ll finally be the one you’re snuggling at night, the one you kiss before bed, the one who gets to sleep next to you (and stalwartly refuses to accept the fact that he’s been jealous of his own cats this whole time). 

Your throat shutters around his cock, wet heat compressing around him, and when you whimper, it travels all the way from the head of his scalp, goosebumps rising nearly as quickly as his climax did, and he groans, feeling his dick twitch in your mouth before white noise overtakes his mind. 

Wonwoo whines as his cock spurts ribbons of white hot cum down your throat, blood roaring loud in his ears, and he curls into himself, curls over you, has to brace his hands on the table so he doesn’t collapse while you suck him dry. 

He’s still gasping for breath as you stand up and duck your way out of under his arms, righting your dress and dabbing at your mouth with a cocktail napkin you pull from your clutch. You reapply your lipstick and fix your hair in the mirror, and by the time his brain is working again, you look entirely composed.

Completely unruffled, as if he hadn’t just made you cum three times in a conference room at his company’s annual ball. 

Wonwoo looks at the pair you make in the mirror, and it’s hot as fuck, honestly. The dichotomy of you, polished and poised, next to him, winded and rumpled, makes his heart beat faster.

His glistening cock is still softening against the fabric of his slacks, and you smile sweetly at him, stepping back into your heels and clicking over to wipe his dick off with another napkin, tucking him back into his pants and doing them up, your nails tickling his stomach as you buckle his belt.

Smoothing up his torso with your hands, you rebutton the few at the top that had come undone and straighten his suit jacket, flattening the lapels and gazing at him with sparkling eyes. 

“I’m so in love with you,” Wonwoo says breathlessly, “And I have been for so long, it’s almost embarrassing.”

You beam as you carefully slide his glasses onto his flushed face, “We can be embarrassed together, then.” 

Wonwoo’s sure the gears working in his brain are obvious by the look on his face, and he knows the relief is once he figures it out, can feel each tensed muscle easing, feel his lungs take in more air than they have in months. 

It’s palpable, the weight that’s been lifted off his shoulders, and your expression softens before you snuggle up close and pull him into a hug. You sway him lightly, and Wonwoo is horrified to feel tears prickling in his eyes, presses his face into your shoulder to stave them off, sighs into your skin when you just hold him tighter. 

He knows you’ll have to leave this room eventually, sneak down the hallway and pray nobody asks any questions.

He'll somehow have to gather himself enough to get the car from the valet and drive home, but for now, Wonwoo doesn’t need anything but this, anything but you. 

AN: sooo i know i called this an alternate ending but it's actually the original ending! the story felt a bit too sweet to have them fuck at the hotel so i made them go home, but couldn't stop myself from writing this anyway hehe

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stripper b!@#h - n. yuta

pairing: dom!yuta x sub!black!fem!reader, yuta x stripper!reader ft. johnny and taeyong

genre: smut, a bit of fluff <3, maybe some angst if you squint, pwp, non-idol!au

word count: 4.9k

content warnings: strangers to lovers, strip clubs, alcohol, lap dances, stripping, reader is bisexual, gxg kissing?, unprotected sex (he uses the pull out method), dirty talk, degradation, name calling (slut, whore), pet names (baby, baby girl, etc) praise, face sitting (f receiving), oral (m & f receiving), lil bit of impact play, squirting, multiple orgasms, mentions of an mxfxf threesome

synopsis: he falls for the prettiest stripper he’s ever seen

author’s note: this was totally just supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away 🤭 so enjoy!

it was yuta’s birthday and to celebrate, johnny and taeyong took him to the strip club in downtown seoul. they’d even rented a private section for the occasion. this wasn’t yuta’s first time at this particular strip club so when he saw you, he knew for sure you were new. he could tell by the way you leaned awkwardly against the bar standing next to one of the other girls who took care of him and his friends when he came. he made eye contact with her and waved her over in hopes she’d bring you with her, and to his relief she did.

“my three favorite boys are here!” she said cheerfully, obviously tipsy off of whatever was in the glass she held in her left hand, her right hand holding yours for your comfort.

“hi candy. who’s your friend?” johnny asked nodding to you. you were a nervous wreck, and in an attempt to calm you down candy shoved her unfinished drink in your hand and encouraged you to down the rest of it, so you did. the alcohol burned your throat and you handed the glass back to her.

“this is the new girl, cinnamon. they’ve got me showing her the ropes.” candy explained to the three men. they all nodded in response, their eyes following the curves of your scantily clad body.

“foreign.” taeyong said to candy and the other two men in korean so that you couldn’t understand. they all nodded in response. candy was korean herself, you’d wondered why they didn’t stick you with one of the other black girls.

although yuta had been eyeing you all night, this was the first time he actually drank in your appearance. you were dressed in a pink metallic bikini, a pair of clear pleaser heels, and sheer white thigh high socks. he loved the way your thick thighs peaked out over the sides of them and how sexy your body looked. your hair was a long straight ginger wig and your makeup was done so that you looked innocent. he’d wondered if that was your idea or candy’s. his money was on candy. his favorite part though, was the glitter your brown skin was covered in. it made you glow in the low light of the club.

“well we came to celebrate yuta’s birthday and you know we pay good. so why don’t you put on a nice little show for us?” johnny said, pulling a fat wad of cash from his jean’s pocket. your eyes damn near bulged out of your head at the sight. you needed that money.

you were gonna need another drink if you were gonna get through this night without blowing a gasket and you told candy as such. but before she could trudge off to the bar, the blonde man whose name you learned was yuta, held up an unopened bottle of casamigos.

“we can share this.” he said to you. you were about to decline his offer but before you could candy was pushing you toward him.

“thank you.” you said shyly, walking over to him and sitting next to him. with you this close he could smell the perfume you spritzed on yourself and it made him even more attracted to you. yuta cracked open the bottle, “tilt your head back and open your mouth.” he said. you gave him a funny look at first but ultimately followed his directions. you needed that money.

he poured a shot's worth of tequila down your throat and you swallowed like a pro, “good girl.” he praised you. you wiped the small bit that dribbled down your chin with the back of your hand while you stared at the man. he was so fine and he was the first man who didn’t make you feel uncomfortable in that degrading ass strip club.

“that’s hot.” taeyong said, taking a sip from his glass.

yuta gave you more tequila and soon the anxiety began to melt away. you felt looser now, ready to do whatever they wanted in order to get that stack johnny had sitting next to him on the couch.

“c’mere cinnie.” candy said, making grabby hands at you. you moved from your spot next to yuta, to his dismay, and walked over to where she sat next to johnny. she patted her lap, signaling you to sit there. you did. “why don’t you show my boys how good you are?” she said lowly into your ear. you could smell the alcohol on her breath but you couldn’t judge her because you were sure yours wasn’t much better.

yuta, johnny, and taeyong’s eyes were all on you. you began to roll your hips on candy’s lap, letting the music (and the alcohol) guide you. this wasn’t the first time you’d given candy a lap dance, she’d encourage you to practice on her all the time. praising you and giving your ass smacks, and giving you pointers to make your performance better.

“good job, cinnie.” candy praised you. “now why don’t you give the birthday boy some attention?” she said gesturing to yuta who was staring at you intensely. you nodded at her but before you could move off her lap, she planted a kiss on your lips, her tongue exploring your mouth. you kissed her back. this wasn’t the first time she’d kissed you either and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t enjoy it. she pulled away first, “naughty girl.” she whispers before handing you off to yuta, who was more than happy for you to give him the same treatment you gave candy.

you sat on his lap and you started to swirl your hips on him the same way you’d done to candy. he kept his hands to himself, letting you do your thing. he let his eyes trail over every inch of your body, making sure you felt his stare.

“how old are you turning?” you asked him, wrapping your arms around his neck while you grinded down on him. he chuckled, showing you his pretty white teeth. “i’m twenty-seven today.”

you hummed in response while you continued to dance on him. “you can touch me, ya know? i don’t mind.” you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips and yuta had to refrain from moaning. your skin was so soft. “better?” you asked him. he nodded at you.

after the song ended, you climbed off of the man. you’d noticed the one hundred dollar bill tucked in your garter. that was the biggest tip you’d ever gotten and if it wasn’t weird to hug him you would’ve.

every private section had a pole and a small stage, which is where candy had found herself while you were servicing yuta. she was spinning around on the pole and doing tricks while johnny and taeyong threw money at her. next she began to untie her bikini top and threw it at taeyong. candy was so confident when she danced, you’d hoped one day you’d be the same. you were still new to this. when the song playing over the club’s speakers ended, candy bent down to collect all the money the two men had tipped her.

“it’s your turn, cinnamon.” those simple words had anxiety threatening to creep it’s way back into your mind. before it could fully poison your brain, you took candy’s place on the stage. the three men giving their undivided attention to you. as soon as your hand touched the pole, beyoncé’s dance for you started to play over the speakers. the tequila and the way yuta was staring at you had every doubt falling out of your head as you started to dance. you were lost in the beat, twirling around the pole, and moving your body to the beat of the song.

you slid down the pole, keeping your eyes on yuta the whole time who hadn’t even tried to look away from you once since you started your routine. he sat back with his legs spread and bottle in hand. he and his friends were throwing money and praises at you while you danced. taking a page out of candy’s book, you began to untie your bikini top. you let it slide off of your body sensually and fall down onto the pile of money that had accumulated throughout the song. yuta’s eyes zeroed in on your bare chest and his already uncomfortable erection got even more uncomfortable. he was almost sure he was gonna bust in his jeans. when the song finished and you’d collected your money and bade goodbye to the three men, you headed to the locker room to count the money you’d earned tonight.

“did you have fun tonight, cinnie?” candy asked sitting down next to you.

“i did! thank you.” you said, pecking her on the cheek.

“anything for my favorite girl.” and with that she left you to continue counting your money.

nine hundred dollars. you made nine hundred dollars in one night, that’s what you made in two weeks when you were still working a nine to five. you smiled tucking the money into your bag.

it was around midnight when you were headed out of the club for the night. you traded your bikini for some jeans and a tight fitting baby t-shirt and your pleasers for a pair of sneakers. you held your bag tightly to your side while you walked through the club and outside to wait for your ride. you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone you hadn’t even noticed the man standing in front of you, you jumped in fear until you realized it was yuta.

“you scared the shit out of me! you cannot sneak up on me like that!” you scolded him.

“i’m sorry. i just wanted to say thank you for tonight.” he smiled, showing you those pretty teeth of his once again. you couldn’t help but to smile back at him, “no problem, birthday boy.”

“you know i don’t usually do this but, do you wanna go home with me?” he asked hopefully. this wasn’t the first time a customer had asked you to come home with him after a session but with yuta…it was different. he made you feel comfortable. when he noticed that you hadn’t responded he quickly shook his head, “i’m sorry i asked. i’ll leave you alone.” he was about to walk off but you grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

“i’d love to go home with you, yuta.”

yuta all but sighed in relief at your words. this time he was grabbing your hand so he could lead you to an all black suv. he opened the door for you and helped you inside and then climbed in after you. you should’ve guessed by the private section and the shit ton of money he and his friends were throwing that he was well off, but the nice car with clean black leather seats and a personal driver really took the cake.

you’d spoken too soon. when the driver stopped the car in front of a posh, expensive-looking penthouse apartment building, that’s what took the cake. yuta pulled a one hundred dollar bill from his wallet to tip his driver and then helped you out of the car. the walk to his apartment was quiet. you were anticipating what else tonight could bring and he was thinking about getting you out of your clothes.

his apartment was beautiful. the decor was breathtaking, the marble floors looked virtually brand new and the ceilings were tall. you looked around in awe, taking in everything.

“i can take your bag for you.” he said, holding his hand out to take your pink duffle bag for you. usually you didn’t let anybody touch your bag but you doubted he’d steal from you when he had all of this. you handed him the bag and he placed it in the closet by his front door. “do you want a drink?” he asked.

“what do you have?” he grabbed your hand to take you to the mini bar in his living room. he opened the cabinet to take inventory of what he had before answering. “hmm, do you like dark liquor?”

“not really but i’ll drink it.” you replied to him. he grabbed a half finished bottle of some expensive dark liquor you’d never even heard of and two glasses. he wasn’t gonna pour it in your mouth this time, you noted.

“ice?” he questioned. you nodded in response.

after he made your drinks you both took a seat on his couch while you drank and talked.

“why’d you come all the way to korea? if you don’t mind me asking.”

“no, it’s okay. i actually moved here originally for school but some shit happened so i had to withdraw. i worked at some other places and now i’m stripping.” you explained to him.

“do you enjoy it?” he asked you curiously.

“living here or taking off my clothes for money?” he laughed at your words before answering, “both i guess.”

“it’s not that bad, honestly. living here is definitely different from the states. the stares took a bit getting used to. as for stripping? yes i do enjoy it. it keeps the bills paid and it’s fun!”

yuta just hummed in response before taking another sip of his drink. you couldn’t get over how perfect he seemed. rich, handsome, and charming. you were gonna ask him about himself but when you looked over he was staring directly at you. you felt your skin heat up and yuta smiled knowingly at you.

“you’re so gorgeous.” he said, reaching out to brush your hair out of your face. you almost melted. of course people complimented you all the time but this one felt genuine.

“thank you.” you breathed out

it was like a chain reaction. he complimented you, you were on his lap, and then you were kissing him. he wasn’t hesitant to touch your body this time. he was rubbing his hands everywhere they could reach. your sides, your hips, your ass, your thighs.

“let’s go upstairs.” he said against your lips. you didn’t want the kiss or his hands on your body to cease for even a second but you nodded. to your surprise, yuta scooped you up like you weighed nothing and carried you to his room. once inside, he dropped you on his king sized bed and admired the way you were laid out so prettily for him. “i’m gonna undress you, okay baby?” you nodded once again.

he started with your sneakers pulling them off and throwing them somewhere in the room. then he moved up your body to unbutton and unzip your jeans. he pulled the denim down your legs and threw them to join your shoes. he caressed your thighs softly drawing a mewl from your lips. he moved up your body once more and took off your t-shirt and threw that as well. because he was kind enough to undress you, you did the same to him, pulling his t-shirt and his pants off. now you sat in front of each other half naked: you in your bra and panties, him in his calvin klein briefs.

you wasted no time pressing your lips back to his and climbing back onto his lap. you slipped your tongue in his mouth moaning at the taste of him. he moaned in return, gripping your ass cheeks in his large palms and then bringing a hand down to leave a smack on your cheek. you rutted against him at the feeling hoping he’d get the hint that you wanted him to do it again, so he did. he landed a smack on the other cheek, smiling against your lips at the noises that managed to slip past them. you pulled away from the kiss and pushed him back on his bed.

“why did you wanna take me home and not candy?” you asked the blonde male you were sitting atop of as you traced teasing circles on his chest with your acrylic nail.

“because she’s not you.” he said.

“no? stripper bitches ain’t just all the same to you?” you joked but yuta frowned at your words. you were special and he knew that from just a few hours of getting to know you.

“you’re different.” he replied, sincerity prominent in his tone.

instead of responding you dipped down to place a kiss on his lips. after you pulled away, you reached behind you to unclip your bra, you dropped it off the bed to join the pile of clothes you and yuta created.

“come sit on my face.” he said grabbing the backs of your thighs and pulling you up his body until you were straddling his face. “sit down and stop playing with me.” he complained, pulling you down on his face. you felt his warm breath fan across your panty-covered pussy and you moaned slightly at the feeling. yuta stuck his tongue out and licked a long stripe over the fabric of your panties. you sucked in a breath, the friction from the fabric making the pleasure feel a little more intense. he did it again and you whined, reaching down to grip his hair. you began to rock your hips on his face, your clit bumping deliciously against his nose at every movement. yuta, who was tired of teasing and needed to taste your pussy for real, pulled the spit and arousal soaked panties out of the way to reveal your pretty pussy to his dark eyes. he slurped up your juices eagerly, your moans and cries of pleasure egging him on.

“fuck yes. please don’t stop.” you cried out. your words were music to his ears. he placed both of his hands on the globe of your ass cheeks and assisted you with riding his face. your body writhed and shook as you tried to stay on top of him. to ground yourself you grabbed onto his hair once more and rutted against his tongue. he was moaning beneath you, savoring every drop of your arousal as it dripped from you. your clit was once again being stimulated by the tip of his nose so between the way his tongue felt and that sensation, your orgasm was creeping up on you.

“yuta—shit!” you gasped when he began moving his head back and forth in quick motions, his eyes staring up at you while you shook and cried for him. the feeling in your belly got tighter and tighter, threatening to snap and with one more move of your hips you were cumming all over yuta’s face, wetting it with your juices.

once you recovered from your orgasm, you slid back so that you were seated on his chest. you were shaking from how intense the orgasm was and all yuta could do was laugh at you.

“what’s so funny?” you questioned

“if you’re shaking like that from just my tongue i can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do after i fuck you.” before his words could register fully, he’d pushed you down his body so your exposed pussy was pressed against his hard dick. you could feel how big it was just from sitting there and it scared you. “you feel how hard you make me, cinnamon?” your body froze up at the name, you’d realized you hadn’t even told him your real name.

“that’s my work name. you can call me by my real name.” you told him sliding down his body once more until you were between his legs. you pulled his briefs down just enough so that his dick could spring free and slap against his stomach.

“what’s your real name then?” he asked you his voice laced in curiosity. you whispered your name to him before placing kisses on the length of his dick. just as he was about to say something you sucked the head into your mouth. yuta grunted, slightly bucking his hips up. because you were so generous and such a good girl you took more of him into your mouth and relished the way your lips stretched from the thickness. this time he let out a hiss when he felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. you gagged around him which made yuta smile down at you.

“you’re so fucking good at this aren’t you? you fucking slut.” you moaned at the name, your pussy fluttering pathetically around nothing. yuta smiled at you once more, “oh you like that huh?” you mumbled a garbled “mhm” as you continued to suck him off. to test the waters even further, yuta held your head down as he fucked into your warm mouth. his moans flowed out one after the other as you gagged and choked around him. when he was satisfied he pulled you off by your hair. your lips and his dick connected by a string of spit. this time you smiled at him. tears were sliding down your cheeks but you loved every second of it. you took him into your mouth again, gagging once again when he pushed his hips up to thrust into your mouth.

“my dirty, dirty girl. i don’t think i’m gonna be able to leave you alone after this.” he told you with a breathy moan and you hummed in response, your mouth still full of his thick dick. he twitched at the vibration of you humming so you did it again. “fuck i’m gonna cum in your pretty little mouth if you keep doing that, baby. i wanna cum from fucking you.”

you pulled off of him and then he flipped your bodies over so that he was slotted between your open legs. he pulled your panties completely off and then his briefs.

“you gotta condom?” you asked him

he reached over to his bedside table and rummaged around for one but came up empty. “i promise i’m clean and i promise i’ll pull out.”

“okay. i trust you.” you said.

he spread your legs even more getting a look at your pussy and the pretty pink insides and your dark lips. yuta slapped his dick against your pussy and watched as your face screwed up in pleasure. he then proceeded to rub his full length through your folds to collect your arousal and then he pushed into you with a deep moan. you cried out at the intrusion, your pussy trying to get used to him.

“relax, baby.” he coos as he rubbed circles into your hips in an attempt to calm your trembling body.

“so full.” is the only sentence that your screwed up brain could produce.

“but you’re taking it so fucking good. see?” he thrusted into you and you gasped, back arching off the bed. he thrusted into you again and grunted at the tightness of your pussy. he set a steady pace now rocking into you while you moaned and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. he looked down at you beneath him and admired the way you looked. your eyes were closed from the pleasure as your tits bounced with each thrust. he reached down to pinch your nipples which drew yet another moan from you.

“fuck me harder.” you begged him, looking up at him with those eyes he didn’t think he’d ever be able to get out of his head.

he complied with your wishes and snapped his hips into you at a rough pace while he dug his fingers into your hips to pull you down onto his dick with every toe curling thrust.

“oh shit!” you cried out throwing your head back. tears were sliding down your cheeks and you really didn’t think you were gonna last that much longer.

“does that feel good, baby? my dick in your slutty fucking pussy?” you moaned loudly at his dirty words, your pussy fluttering around his length. “you like that shit?” you nodded because it’s all you could do but yuta wasn’t having it. “no. use your words. you can use that slutty mouth for everything else.”

“i-i —fuckkk yes!” you screamed and the man above you laughed at you for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight but you knew it was just his sick way of teasing you.

“you’re such a good little slut i see why candy was all over you.” your pussy clenched at the name of your friend. “since you like her so much maybe next time i’ll invite her over so we can fuck you together. like the little whore you are. would you like that?”

the thought of yuta and candy fucking you had your orgasm nearing so steadily you were sure if he kept talking you were gonna cum all over him.

“answer me, baby. is that what you want?” yuta asked. he never let up while he fucked you. still pounding into your pussy at a brutal pace. the sound of skin against skin resounded throughout yuta’s bedroom.

“yes! yes fuck i want it so bad!” you screamed. yuta who was satisfied with your answer reached down to thumb your clit and your back arched off the bed once more. you tried to pull away from his touches but he wasn’t having it. he landed a slap on your clit which had you crying out again.

“don’t fucking run from me. you understand me?”

“ ‘m sorry.” you mumbled out.

he started to rub your clit again while he pounded your little hole. you were so dangerously close to toppling over the edge and yuta knew it too. he sped up the movement of his hand on your clit making you cry out and try to pull away from him again. this time he used his free hand to land smacks on both of your breasts.

“i said stop fucking running from me you fucking slut. take this dick.”

“yuta!! yuta i’m cumming! i’m cumming! fuckkk! i’m cumming!” you screamed right before you squirted all over him, yourself, and his bedsheets. “oh fuck!” you were so fucked out you didn’t even realize the mess you made at first until yuta taunted you.

“my pretty little slut’s a squirter.” he teased you. he had stopped his movements to let you calm down a bit, what a gentleman.

“i’m sorry.” you replied, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath after the intense orgasm ripped through your body. yuta was right. you were shaking even more now than you were earlier.

“don’t apologize. that was so sexy.” he praised you before leaning down to place a kiss on your swollen lips. “now let me get my nut in, yeah?” you nodded.

he started moving again, fucking into you trying to chase his orgasm. the overstimulation had you ready to cum again and you reached down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. your third orgasm came first. you creamed around his length and the tight clench of your pussy had yuta’s following right behind yours. just before he could spill inside of you, he pulled out and painted your belly with his milky white seed. he took it a step further and rubbed his release into your skin until it left a shiny sheen on your body.

“you okay?” he asked you, out of breath and collapsed on the bed next to you.

“i’m so good.” you mumbled hazily.

you laid there in silence for a good five minutes before you rolled off the bed and began to collect your clothes off of the floor.

“what the hell are you doing?” he asked you, sitting up to get a better look at how you moved around his room.

“getting ready to leave?” you answered in a confused tone.

“no you’re not. get over here.” he demanded standing off of the bed and grabbing your arm. “you think i’m just gonna fuck you and send you home? god, _____, i’m not a monster.” your name falling from his lips had your heart skipping a beat. “i’m gonna run you a bath and then we’re gonna go to bed, okay?”

“okay.” you replied. you dropped your clothes back to the ground and watched as he walked to the bathroom connected to his very large room. he flicked the light on and then turned the water on to run you a bath.

once you were out of the bath, yuta cuddled with you on fresh sheets until you both fell asleep.

…

the next morning when you cracked open your eyes and realized you weren’t in the bedroom of your apartment, every memory from last night began to flood back in your mind. god i’m such a slut! you thought to yourself. you looked over at yuta’s sleeping body and contemplated on waiting for him to wake up or just leaving before he did. when you decided on the latter, you tried to slide from underneath the man’s arm but he stopped you.

“trying to leave me again, baby girl?” he questioned, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“you must really like me huh?” you teased him.

“i do.” he sat up in bed and stretched before turning to look at you. “i told you i can’t leave you alone after this. you might as well get used to it.” he smiled before giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“you got me cheating on candy!” you joked and the man chuckled at you before replying, “i said we could invite her to join. i’m sure she’d love it.”

“oh you were serious?”

“yes.”

“i’ll ask her.” you assured him.

“good girl.” he praised you. “now do you wanna eat or do you wanna fuck again and then eat?” he asked you as he rubbed your thighs beneath the blanket.

“let’s fuck.”

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.

AN: posted this barely 11 hours ago on my patreon but i got too excited to keep it from y'all!! i'm really happy with this one, i tried to go with the flow more and i like the direction it went! thank you @bbychocolat for being my first eyes on this fic 💖

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