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I don’t care about Sooha
pairing: heeseung x fem!reader. Decelis Academy AU.
synopsis: y/n has always been best friends with the seven boys Heeseung, Jake, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon and Ni-ki. But ever since the new girl, Sooha, came to Decelis Academy, everything has been only about her. Heeseung, who wasn’t only y/n’s bestfriend but also the boy she liked, was the first of all of them to give all his attention to Sooha, making y/n feel a bit (a lot) jealous.
warnings: not proofread!, jealousy, cursing, fluff, smut, smut with plot, y/n being a bit hater on Sooha, kissing, boob play, nipple play, pet names (baby, love, princess, good girl), dirty talking, praises, clit play, pussy eating, fingering, cum eating, unprotected sex (don’t do this), use of the word cum-slut.
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“Sooha, come sit here! Right next to me!” Sunoo exclaimed with excitement pointing at my seat.
“But it’s taken” she said.
“Yeah, that’s my sea—” i tried to say but Sunoo interrupted me. “Oh, that’s fine!” he answered.
“Sunghoon can sit with Y/N.”
“Fine…” i groaned and took my bag and notebooks next to Sunghoon’s table. “I can’t believe this.” i murmured to myself.
“Don’t worry, i feel the same way about her.” Sunghoon whispered into my ear with a serious face. “There is something that isn’t right about her, she’s very…”
“Nosey? Annoying?”
“Yeah, its a weird thing y/n. But don’t worry, i’m always on your side.” he smiled.
The chemistry class went pretty smoothly, Sunghoon and I didn’t payed that much attention to it, instead we were laughing and making jokes about random things. When the bell rang, all of us were packing peacefully our things until Sunoo talked to Sooha again.
“Sooha, what are you up to now that clases are over?” the blond boy asked.
“Huh? Oh, i’m gonna clean my room today.” Sooha answered. “I got some of it done last night… but there’s still a long way to go. There’s a bunch of things to throw out too.”
“Then i’ll help!” Sunoo smiled.
When i got out of the class I saw at the end of the hall Heeseung and Sooha talking. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous about her, she has been so close to Hee lately. Before Sooha came to Decelis, he was the closest to me comparing to the others, we did everything together; lunch, siting together in class, and having deep long conversations at midnight, but it’s seems that all those things are over for now.
“Oh yeah! I sit next to Sunoo too, Y/N gave me her seat.” i hear Sooha saying to Heeseung while i was getting closer with all the other boys.
“She did?” Heeseung replied with surprise in his voice.
“Y/N didn’t give it to her, she stole it.” Sunghoon defended crossing his arms.
“Of course Y/N have it to her, she’s a good friend. You should do it too, Sunghoon. Mind your manners.” Jay talked.
“Sooha’s new in here.” Jungwon spoked. “We should be nice to her.”
“Yeah! Or you can just sit at the back with Y/N, you seemed pretty closed to her today, huh.” the blond boy said with a playful smirk.
“What?” Heeseung asked raising an eyebrow, getting in the conversation. “Yeah, the laughed and joked all~ the class”
“You-!!”
“Well, I also told them i was cleaning my room today… and the all offered to help.” Sooha said trying to relive the tension between all of us.
“Did we?” I said, Sunghoon laughed.
“What?” the girls said when Heeseung got closer to her. “Yeah… of course…”
Did Heeseung just talk to Sooha through his telepathy? No way, we agreed not to show our powers to her.
“Let’s go then!”
We all walked into Sooha’s room, there was a lot of boxes and stuff spread on the ground. Sunoo was wearing a pink apron while mopping the floor and Jay and Jungwon were taking the boxes from the floor. This room used to be were all of us hanged out sometimes, so there was boxes with weights, books, and other of our stuff on the ground.
“Uhm, guys… I can do it myself.” Sooha said.
“No Sooha, just stand there and watch.” Jay replied.
“Yeah, it’ll only take us a second.” Jungwon said.
“Cleaning is my favorite thing in the world!”
“You liar…”
“S-still, it’ll help too.” the girl said trying to take one of the weight boxes.
“Sooha…” i started. “I don’t think you can— Wow.”
“There’s 1000kg of dumbbells in it!” they exclaimed.
“How is that even possible?” i asked.
“Oh, no…”
“Here, let me take that for you.” Heeseung offered.
“Huh?” Heeseung was doing it again. “What? No! Of course not, i would never…”
“Heeseung did you just talked to her through telepathy?” Sunghoon asked shooked. “Yeah, since earlier today.”
“Heeseung!”
“Heeseung, we’re…”
“Sooha, you’ll keep my ability as a secret, right?” Heeseung said leaning closer to her.
Why did he always had to be so close to her?
“Yeah, of course! I won’t tell anyone.”
“Then let’s keep our secret between us.”
“Okay.” she nodded.
“I think your powers are really cool.”
“Yours too Hee.” Sooha answered with a little smile.
“Hell no, i can’t stand this.” i said in a low tone taking my bag from Sooha’s bed.
“What? Where are you going?” Sunghoon asked, Heeseung looked at me.
“I’m gonna be with Jake and Ni-ki on the field, they must be playing football. I’ll be there if you guys need me.” i murmured and left.
“What’s with her lately?” i heard Heeseung asked.
“I don’t know.” was the last thing i heard from Jungwon say before closing completely the door.
“What should i do guys?” i said hiding my head between my knees.
After successfully finding Ni-ki and Jake on the field, i told them everything that was happening with Heeseung and how i felt about Sooha.
“Well, it’s not a surprise you like Heeseung Hyung.” Ni-ki said.
“Yeah, all of us know that you both always had a thing for each other.” Jake added. “Both of us?”
“Of course that both you!” Ni-ki exclaimed. “You’re always like, eating him with your eyes.”
“Don’t say that! It’s embarrassing…”
“I remember one time he told us that he read your mind in class, it was an accident, he said. Heeseung hyung was going to tell you something via telepathy, but he accidentally ended hearing your thoughts about how handsome he looked that day.” Jake told.
“Shut. up.” i gasped.
“But be chill about it, Y/N…” the youngest of the boys said palming my back. “He likes you too, a lot more than you think.”
“Then why he is always so fucking close to her, talking to her, being with her, laughing with her!?” i said angrily.
“There is something weird about that girl, we can all feel it, he’s just trying to find out what is it.” jake explained.
“Huh? But she’s so w—”
“What are you guys talking about?” Heeseung said appearing behind our backs, interrupting my sentence.
“Nothing of your business…” i replied.
“Hyung! Good you’re here, Jake hyung and I are were just about to go, but we didn’t want to leave y/n alone.” Ni-ki said getting on his feet and doing a gesture for Jake to follow him.
“What–”
“Yeah, now that you’re here, you can stay with her. Bye hyung, see ya tomorrow y/n.” Jake said.
“Bye y/n!”
“See you around Riki…”
An awkward silence took all the place, I was still sat hugging my knees while Heeseung was standing behind me.
“Do you, maybe, want to go to my room? We can talk or do something if you like.” he spoke after a few seconds.
“Aren’t you going to be with your new friend Sooha?” i replied sarcastically.
“I think she’s on her room, i left her there. It’s been a long time since we talked, you know… you and me.”
“That’s because you are always with that girl, everywhere she goes, you have to go too.”
“That’s why I want to be with you now. C’mon, let’s go. I’m not asking if you want to or not.” Heeseung said showing me his hand.
“Fine.” i sighed and took his hand.
We walked through the Academy until we reached to the door of his dorm, when he opened it, his roommate, Sunoo, wasn’t there.
“Where’s Sunoo?” i asked walking in the bed’s direction.
“I think he went out with Jungwon and Jay, they said there were hungry.” Heeseung replied.
“Oh, how I missed your bed!” i exclaimed while jumping on his comfortable bed, it was so soft and cozy.
Every single time after we hanged out at night we used to come to his dorm and lay on the bed to watch movies, i remember how fast my heart beats were when i felt the proximity of our bodies and his scent all over the bed.
“I missed you.” Heeseung said lying by my side.
“Oh don’t say that.” i pinched him softly on the arm.
“Why not?” he smiled. “Because you know how i feel about you, and those things make my heart go crazy…”
“I don’t know what are you talking about.” he shakes his head.
“Don’t play dumb on me, Heeseung. Jake and Ni-ki told me about that time you read my kind in class, about how you heard how handsome i thought you looked that day.”
“Those assholes, i told them to keep their mouths shut!” i laughed. “I don’t care about Sooha, Y/N. Not in the way you think i do.”
“Your actions says other words Heeseung.” i looked at the ceiling. “It’s all right tho, i don’t want to loose our friendship…”
“Okay, now you stop playing dumb on me.” he laughed. “I like you, Y/N. I don’t like Sooha, i’m not interested in her. I like you and only you.” Heeseung confessed.
“Are you sure? I mean, like… like like?”
“Yes, Y/N. Like like.”
“Why didn’t you told me earlier?”
“I think i was a little scared… i knew you liked me but, i wasn’t completely sure and also didn’t want to lose our friendship. I couldn’t lose you, how could i live without you?”
“Oh stop saying those clingy things!” i said hiding my red face on his pillows. “I’m flustered.”
“Y/N” he called. “Hmm?” i said with my head still between the pillows.
“Look at me, please.” i turned at him, looking directly at his precious eyes. “You’re the only girl I have eyes for, you’re the only girl i can look at. Why would i be looking at some other woman when i have the girl of my dreams right in front of me?”
And with that, I instantly crashed my lips against his. As our lips finally met, it was as if time stood still; the kiss was tender yet electric, igniting a spark that both of us had expected for a really long time. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, a gentle exploration that spoke of shared secrets and unvoiced emotions. Heeseung’s lips brushed against mines, warm and inviting, as if testing the waters of a new adventure. A rush of warmth flooded through the kiss, igniting a spark that quickly ignited into something deeper. He got on top of me, the kiss growing more passionate. His hands cradled into my face, his thumb lightly tracing my cheek, grounding them in the moment.
“Do you want to… keep going?” Heeseung asked, trying to catch his breath.
“If you stop now, i’ll kill you.” he giggled. “That’s want i wanted to hear.”
The kiss was deeper this time, one of his hands went from my cheek to the buttons of my shirt, untangle them. He took all of my shirt off, revealing my black lace bra that was covering the upper part of my body.
“Fuck…” he sighted.
He kissed me again, now trailing his open mouth kisses from my mouth, then my neck, until reaching to my chest. His hand moved to my back, unbuttoning my bra and throwing it to somewhere at the room.
“Such pretty tits, baby.”
I let out a loud moan when i felt his mouth in one of my nipples, sucking it hardly while his other hand was pinching my other boob. His mouth felt like heaven, the wetness between my legs starting to grow wider by the sensation of his cock hardening on my core. My hips started to moved back and forth, searching for some kind of relief.
“Hee —fuck— please…” i begged.
“Aww, is my pretty princess needy, huh? You want to feel me all inside you, don’t you? Want me to break you apart…” he spoke with a smirk, his lips red and swollen from sucking my tits.
“Fuck yes.”
“Hold it a little longer baby, let me take care of you…”
He went down on my stomach, kissing every single part visible of my body. He took off my uniform skirt and kissed my iner-thighs, placing his hands over my knees to keep them open. My hips started bucking into him, trying to feel some kind of friction. He kissed my core through my panties, an embarrassing wet patch showing off. Heeseung moved the to the side, reveling my wet core begging for attention.
“Such a pretty pussy, such a pretty girl… I’m going to eat you out, and going to lick all of your pussy until you’re dripping into my face, baby.”
He started sucking my clit, his tongue lapping at it while he sucked here and there my pussy lips, making slurping noises as he devoured my cunt. My hand went directly to his hair, pushing him deeper to chase that feeling i’ve been searching for. He groaned, causing a vibration in my pussy and sending shivers down my spine.
“Fuck i love your pussy, i could fucking eat it all day, such a sensitive clit and wet pussy. You’re such a good girl.”
“Shit!” i gasped. “Heeseung ple —ah— please fuck me alredy.”
His index finger entered my tight hole, causing me to scream his name. His finger felt so long and deep inside me, i could imagine how good his dick was going to feel.
He added another finger, moving them in and out in hard pace while sucking my clit meanwhile.
“You’re so good, Hee. Shit, shit. You’re fingers feel so good.” i cried.
“If my fingers feel like this, imagine how good my dick is going to stretch you out. If you can’t take my finger, how are you going to take my cock? Huh, Y/N? Tell me…”
“I…I—” i sweared i could see stars in that moment. “I’m gonna cum.”
“You cuming baby? C’mon, cum all over my fingers. Let me taste all of you, baby.”
His fingers went faster, hitting that sweet spot deep inside me, his tongue sucking my clit. The knot in my stomach felt tighter and tighter until it finally explored.
“Fuck!” i gasped grabbing the sheets under me. “Oh my good, Hee.”
“That’s it baby… That’s it, so sweet. You’re such a good, good girl.” Heeseung said sucking clean all my pussy.
He came up to my face, kissing me with hunger and allowing me to taste myself.
“You think you’re ready for my cock now?” i nodded. “Yeah?”
“Please Hee…”
“Shit, anything for you baby.”
He took his pants and boxers down, revealing his long, thick cock leaking with pre-cum.
“There—There’s no war that’s gonna fit inside me.” i lowered my voice.
“That’s why stretch you out before, love.”
He thrusted his cock in his hand a few times until he aligned into my entrance. With a deep groan, Heeseung thrust himself into my tight hole, making me moan. His cock sliding deep into my wet, tight pussy.
“So, so tight baby.” he moaned. “This pussy was made just for me.”
“Yes, Hee. It’s feels so good.” i gasped.
His hand reached to rub my clit, making me moan even louder as he fucked my pussy senseless. He groans softly as he feels the tightness of my pussy around his cock. He begins to move faster, his hips slapping against my ass as he pounds into my cunt relentlessly.
“Hee, baby, i’m gonna cum again…”
“—Fuck— that’s it baby, cum with me okay? Let’s —shit— let’s cum together.
You couldn’t last any longer, not with the way he was rubbing your clit and not with the way he was burying his dick inside you. And with a loud moan, he buried his cock deep inside, his hot cum flooding my pussy. His hands on my hips holding me in place, making sure every last drop is deposited inside, marking me as his own cum-slut. His orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving me with a dripping, cum-filled mess.
“That was… wow.” Heeseung said collapsing next to me on the bed, i smiled.
“Yeah… wow.”
“Just for the record, i don’t want this to be just some one-time-hookup. I really have deep feelings for you, Y/N.” he said, wrapping his arms around my body in a tight hug.
“I want to be with you, Hee. I really like you too and i want to to this with you forever, you’re the only one.”
“My pretty girl.” he said giving me a kiss on the head. “You’re the best, y/n.”
“I know.” he laughed. “Love you, Hee.”
“Love you too, princess.”
Welcome back darling💗
Angel l. heeseung
pairing : dom heeseung X sub y/n reader.
warnings : smut, non penetrative sex, dry humping, nipple sucking, mentions of alcohol, cursing. vulgar language, blow job, tit job, multiple orgasms, masturbation, oral sex, slight corruption kink, angst.
contains : stripper/exotic dancer heeseung, good girl (kinda) graduate reader, club/college au!
WC : 9,936
lee heeseung is an attractive man indeed, he’s tall, handsome, perfect physique, with just the right amount of flirtiness, and charm. he always received compliments, and praise wherever he went. he’s known for being good at everything he does. guys want to be him, and girls want him.
though all of the above is true, there is one thing he wasn’t good at, and that was finding a direction in life, since he did always have eyes on him, and high expectations. it made it hard for him to find a path that would make everyone happy, and that’s the other thing he’s wasn’t too good at, putting himself before everybody else. he always felt like he was being watched, and to extent he was, he couldn’t make a move without the judgement of others. he was forced to be an “upright citizen” he was labeled before he could even figure out who he was, and what he wanted.
he felt lost. he was always just wandering through the world alone. he had no friends, no real ones anyways, and his parents only called him to hear what his grades were. anytime he would try to tell them what he had been up to lately, they would always cut the call short saying they had something to do.
it sadden him to say the least.
now that he was coming of age, they expected him to pay for his schooling too, he needed a break, he wanted to loosen up, he wanted to lift the pressure that had weighed on him for years, and just have some fun.
all he had going for him is his looks, how far could that get you? well, you’ll soon find out.
going to the club wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. he would usually just get a few drinks, and head home, but what was out of the ordinary, was when the manager of the club eyed him down from afar, the man noticed him from across the room, noticing his figure, that perfect side profile, and of course his attractive aura. he knew he was looking at a walking bank. especially when he seen how many girls surrounded him the moment, he walked in.
heeseung never really payed attention to the girls. he just wasn’t interested. it’s not like he didn’t have his fair share of fun, but girls were almost the last thing on his to do list.
he had one, two more drinks, just before he got up to leave, he felt a hand on his shoulder, holding him still.
the stranger spoke to him.
“I have an offer for you” heeseung looked at the man confused.
“do I know you?” he didn’t recognize him from anywhere.
“no. but you could. I have a preposition for you”
“such as?” his interests was piqued.
“I want to offer you a job here, working under me, as a stripper”
he just laughed at the man before him.
“you can’t be serious” he didn’t believe his ears. him? a stripper?
his expression showed no emotion whatsoever.
“I’m dead serious, I have an eye for your type. I could sense your presence from the other side of the room, and don’t try to tell me, you didn’t notice the crowd of girls that swarmed you before you could even take a seat”
“plus, it pays good money”
he pondered on it, he needed money, and he needed it fast, it sounded like a crazy idea, but his life is crazy. and his career path wasn’t too promising. he figured why not get payed for girls to look at you?
“here’s my card, call me” heeseung looked down at the card for a good minute, before looking back up.
“no need, you have yourself a deal” he shook the managers hand, a smile coming to his face, and that’s how he became a stripper.
simple.
-
if he was being honest, he enjoyed it. he still got the attention, and praise that he loved, but he didn’t have to live up to anyone’s expectations, except his own. he felt free, and he was making more money, than with two jobs combined.
he had one of the vip rooms at the back of the club, it costs 400 to have him accompany you for the night, and for good reason, he was the best stripper there. anyone who attended the club always asked for him straight away. he offered lap dances, and strip tease services. since he was on the most wanted list, he could offer other services. such as clothed sex, and allowing his company to touch him, however they pleased. although he hasn’t got to the point where he wanted to go that far with someone, atleast not yet, so for the most part, he only did lap dances, he would make money depending on how long a song lasted, or if the person he was with asked for more time, a typical visit with him was about ten minutes, but usually lasted for about half hour, for every extra minute he would make extra money, and he always got really good tips.
what more could he possibly ask for?…
-
well, that’s where you come in to play. you were on the other side of the world so to speak. you weren’t very popular. you had a few good friends, and a very supportive family, that stayed with you throughout everything. it was always a struggle, but you took it in stride, and kept moving. you couldn’t wait for all your hard work to finally pay off, so you could thank everyone that was with you every step of the way.
there were ups and downs, but the downs never lasted that long. you couldn’t allow it. you had to make yourself proud, to show the world that you could do whatever you wanted, that leads you to today, the day of your graduation.
your whole family attended with you. cheering you on like they always had, they are your back bone in everything you do. so when you gave your speech they were the first and last people you thanked, you don’t know where you’d be without them.
wait, actually, take that back, you do know where you’d be. you found yourself at a club, with all your friends. they had convinced you, it was time to finally unwind, and stop working so hard. it’s true you’ve been working hard every since you were a child. you always knew your hard work would pay off, and it did. you were proud of yourself, and so was everyone else in your circle. they watched you grow, and they grew up along side with you. you were greatful for each and every one of them. you trusted them with your life. so when they brought you to a strip club, you didn’t think much of it.
little did you know, you had a lot in store for you. you entered the building along with your friends, they didn’t hesitate to get you a drink immediately, and just how the manager scoped out heeseung, he seen you aswell, he could tell you were new to this. he could see the look on your face. he knew you’d be an easy catch. you had a lot of people with you, so that meant a lot of money.
“what are you girls in for tonight?” he approached all of you.
“oh, hi, this is our friend y/n, she graduated today and we wanted her to have a little fun”
“I see, leave it to me. i have just the thing” you looked at your friends with a drink in your hand, they nodded at you to follow him, so you did.
he led you to a room. you arrived at a big red curtain, above the curtain, there was a red highlighted neon sign that read “angel” he opened the curtain for you, allowing you to step in, there was a red couch, and scented candles, in a dim lit room. you thought it looked really appealing, and it smelled amazing.
“take a seat, and your company will be here shortly” you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. you had no idea what to expect. you’ve never done anything like this before. you looked like a deer in the headlights, and not even the drink in your hand could settle your nerves.
not to say you even took a sip of it yet, you never drank before in your whole entire life.
the manager went to heeseung in his waiting room.
“angel, you have a little guests, she’s a pretty one, and she just graduated today, so make it special”
“you got it boss” he was left alone to get ready, interested, and kind of excited. usually all of his clientele were older, not like in their fifty’s, but just not close to the same age as him. he changed his under garments, and decided to go with something casual. he picked a black button up shirt, with black jeans. you couldn’t go wrong with black right?
he sprayed some cologne on, taking one last look in the mirror, fixing a few strands of hair that fell out of place, and he was finally ready. he made way to his room at the back, pulling the curtain open, revealing you sitting very awkward and uncomfortable looking.
the first thing he thought when he saw you was… she’s absolutely beautiful. but this definitely wasn’t your setting, so it made him feel a little uneasy.
he never had guest’s that were inexperienced with this type of thing.
he walked to the couch and sat down next to you, which caused you to scoot further away from him.
“hi, what’s your name beautiful?” you looked at him with fear in your eyes. not cause you thought he was going to hurt you, but you were so scared, and you didn’t know what to do.
“it’s, its, y-y/n” he scooted closer to you.
“so, y/n, what is a pretty girl like you here for? you don’t seem like the type.” he was trying to make you comfortable by asking you questions, he wanted to ease you into things slowly.
“my friends thought it would be a good present for my graduation” you felt so small compared to him.
“hmm, so you graduated? that means you must be tired right? and stressed?” all you could do was nod your head to every one of his questions. “let me help ease your stress love” he got up sitting behind you, his legs spread at your sides, while his hands made way to your shoulders, massaging them adding slight pressure.
you jumped under his touch.
cute. he thought to himself.
his hands felt amazing on you. you didn’t expect him to be so attractive either, he was making you more nervous by the second.
you would never admit it, but you could already feel yourself getting wet.
“does this feel good baby?” he wasn’t used to being this careful with his visitors.
“hmm” you hummed in response. relaxing just a bit more.
“I bet you’ve been working really hard.” he trailed his hands down your sides. “isn’t that right?
“y-yes”
“you feel so tense” he added more pressure. for some reason he felt sorry for you, apart of it could have been from him being in your same position before.
he wanted to take care of you. just like how he wanted someone to take care of him.
“how are you feeling?” he asks, not talking about the massage.
“it feels really good” you said shyly.
“no, I mean how are you actually feeling?” he had already taken interest in you.
“I don’t want to burden you with my drama”
he didn’t take your response as an answer.
“you could never be a burden. just talk to me beautiful”
your heart started beating faster whenever he called you an endearing name.
“I just don’t know, even with the support of my family, and friends, things have still been really hard. for the past few years it’s just been studying nonstop, and now that I finally graduated I’m scared of what’s on the other side, I feel like I’ll just be working hard for the rest of my life without any direction.
it was the first time you ever told anyone how you were truly feeling. you knew they would support you. you just didn’t want to bother them with your problems.
you didn’t have much in common with him, but that was one thing he could relate to. it really hit home.
“it’s okay baby. just enjoy this, let go of yourself, indulge in something other than work. you deserve it, and don’t worry too much, I know you’ll figure it all out”
he was only telling you what he wished someone would have told him.
he spoke his words from past experience. “let me loosen you up” his hands fell at your sides, making their way to your uncovered thighs, squeezing them gently.
you froze instantly from his touch.
“shh, I got you” you had finally let yourself relax a bit. something about the way he spoke to you, had you feeling things you probably should not have.
his hands went further up your skirt, you leaned your head back on his chest.
just before he kissed your neck.
you heard an alarm go off, causing you to jump, it even startled him, it was the ten minute timer going off, had it been that long already? he felt like he had just gotten there.
“it’s okay baby. that’s just my timer, but that means our time together is unfortunately up” he told you.
“so soon?” he chuckles behind you.
“unless you want me to stay, but it’s extra. can a pretty thing like you afford me?” he spoke the last words into your ear. nibbling on it slightly, you felt his warm breath hitting your face.
you gulped. you’ve never had a man this close to you before.
“or maybe, I can give you a special discount, after all you are the graduation girl, would you like that?”
“yes, please” you don’t know where the hell that came from. before you could barely speak, and now you were basically begging for him to stay.
“how could I say no when you asked me so nicely?”
if only you could read his mind, you would know that he couldn’t say no. even if he wanted to. you already had him wrapped around your finger, without doing a thing.
he was literally just about to kiss you, he would have never thought of doing that with anyone else.
he got up from behind you, grabbing a remote playing, some music in the background. you just watched enamored by him.
“lay back on the sofa” you did as he told you. putting down your untouched drink.
he stood infront of you, spreading your legs open, with his, he started to unbutton his shirt. one button at a time, a smirk forming on his face. he loved seeing your eyes filled with so much desire, and lust. he made sure to drag out his movements, just to tease you. he wanted to know what it took to get someone as innocent as you riled up. he wanted to be the one to break you. to crack that innocent shell, and have you falling apart, all because of him.
he liked the way you looked under him. watching with hooded eyes, for the first time in forever. he felt self conscious with you staring at him, he wanted to know what you were thinking, he wondered if he looked bad on this angle, do I have a double chin? he thought to himself.
that faded away, when he heard your whimpers.
“please hurry” you didn’t even know what you were asking for, you just needed him to do something to you. you were already wet from when he was massaging you, and now your pussy was throbbing. he finally got rid of his shirt, throwing it over your face.
you grabbed it with both of your hands, inhaling his amazing scent, you felt him getting on top of you, rubbing at your sides, and grinding his hips into you, to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.
you moved his shirt from your face to finally see his perfectly toned body, he wasn’t really built, but his figure was slim, and muscular. your eyes darted down to his hips, watching him swivel on your waist expertly, he lowered his body down on top of yours, so you could feel more of him, he was doing his upmost best, not to get hard, he never did before. he always kept it professional. he was convinced he was only there to pleasure others, not himself, and he wanted to keep it that way.
for the sake of not getting attached to any of his clients.
although this time, it was extremely difficult when he let your hands travel all around his body, you didn’t know where this sudden boldness came from. he was bringing out something in you, you didn’t know you had. he never let any of his clients touch him. but you were an exception, he lost all of his sense’s when your fingertips traced his abs. he could feel himself getting to the point of no return. he stopped all his movements, and removed himself from being on top of you.
he took a deep breath. he felt like he was teasing himself more than you.
he had only pulled away seconds ago, but you already wanted him back. you don’t know how or why, but in just a few minutes, he had you feeling things you’ve never felt. you can’t say you never had any sexual desires, but you never acted upon them. there was never any time for it. that led everyone to believe you were the innocent type, and you were, you had no experience with guys at all.
he had plans of just proceeding his normal routine with the remaining time left, which was about five minutes. he was famous for his lap dances. so he figured that’s how he would end your session with him.
he unbuckled his belt, undoing his pants, and removing them, he wanted to give you a little show, but out of all days, he decided to wear sky blue underwear, he looked down to where you were looking with a smile on your face, he mentally faced palmed.
he was slightly embarrassed, but you enjoyed every last second of it, especially his print that was so obviously showing.
“sit up for me baby” you listen to him, just like a puppy would his master.
he sat on your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck, he put your hands on his waist securely, while he grinded on your lap. he stared deep in your eyes. heavy breaths leaving his lips. you could feel his body heat rising, his back was getting sticky with sweat.
you could feel yourself blushing.
“don’t be shy, it’s only me and you” you could feel his bulge pressed onto you. he didn’t even try to control himself anymore.
the way he was riding you, gave you such an adrenaline rush. you were fueled by pure lust.
you lowered your head to his chest, taking one of his hard perky nipples in your mouth. he was too shocked to even pull away, surprised by your bold actions. you’re the first person he ever let touch him like this. you started sucking, and swirling your warm tongue around his nipples, you began to nibble on them lightly, then licking over them to soothe him, you went back and forth, pinching, and rolling them between your fingers, not leaving either one of them neglected from your attention.
he groaned, feeling himself get hard from your administrations, but it was too late to pull away now. the alarm went off again, he didn’t hear it. too lost in the pleasure you were giving to him.
even if he did hear it, he wouldn’t have cared.
the sounds he made gave you even more of an ego boost, you reached your hand down rubbing his cock through his boxers, this time he moaned from your touch.
you continue working your hands and mouth on him, he was now rocking his hips back and forth in to your hand, he felt like he should be the one paying you honestly.
his head fell back, it was all getting to be a bit too much for him.
“you’re really good at that” he spoke shaking slightly in your lap. it had been years since someone had touched him. you were the absolute first that ever touched him like this though.
your confidence was near impenetrable at this point.
“I wonder what else I’m good at?” he pushed you on the couch, towering over you.
“why don’t we find out?”
the alarm had rang a total of 3 times already, and you two still weren’t done.
he hiked up the skirt you were wearing, revealing your black lace panties, a stark contrast to his, much like your personality’s, he started rubbing his clothed dick on your core, moving slowly, so you could feel every inch of him.
he didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable so he started off slow.
it didn’t take long before moans started falling from your lips, his hard cock pressing against your cunt felt amazing, he groped your chest with his large hands, caressing your soft breast, through the thin material of your skirt. he leaned down sucking on your neck roughly.
“fuck” you never ever cursed, but he had you doing things you’ve never done before.
he loved he could bring out this side of you. your whole innocent demeanor, completely out the window.
and don’t even get him started on the moans that were coming from those pretty lips of yours.
“you’re quite the dirty little girl, aren’t you?” he bit his lip, grinding his dick into you harder.
“says the one who calls himself angel, while doing the devil’s work” he smiled at you.
“then let’s call it even” he knew what he was about to do was extremely risky, giving the fact that this would be considered prostitution, so he opted for the next best thing, legally he couldn’t have sex with you.
he pulled his now fully hard cock out, you moaned at the sight, it was the first time you’d ever seen one in person. he was huge. his tip was a light pink color, and it was dripping lots of precum.
he pushed his dick onto your entrance, not being able to penetrate you through your underwear. still it would have to be enough, or else he would risk losing his job.
he went back and forth between thrusting and rubbing at your core. he wanted fuck you so bad. it would just be so easy to move your panties aside and slide it in so he could fuck the living daylights out of you. you could feel his cock throbbing. everything about this situation was driving you insane, and he wasn’t much better off either, desperately chasing his orgasm, rutting his hips into you like a rabbit in heat.
he wanted even more though, he had always been the greedy type.
he pushed your panties to the side, revealing how wet you were.
“did I make you like that?” he teased you.
“yes. I’m so fucking wet for you, angel” you admitted, there was no point in trying to sugar coat it.
your words went straight to his cock, making it twitch.
“fuck, you’re so damn sexy y/n” you took his cock in your hand, massaging your clit with his tip, he put his hands behind his head, as he just sat there watching you with his mouth agape, eyebrows furrowed, while tiny noises left his lips.
“angel, your cock is so big” you complement him, not being able to hold back your loud moans.
somehow when you praised him, it felt better than when anyone else did.
“is that how you like it? you wag your head in agreement. “well then, it’s all yours” he began moving his hips, matching the pace of your movement, after all this was still about you.
he levels himself with your face, just inches away from you, he didn’t think twice before connecting his lips with yours, you kissed him back with force, pulling him closer with the hand that wasn’t busy stroking his dick.
he pulled away from you reluctantly, but his erection needed a lot of attention, he was getting needy. he started rubbing his cock through your folds faster, making sure he was rubbing your clit with each and every stroke, so you could cum with him.
the music had ended. all that could be heard were heavy breathes, and low sensual moans, neither of you realized when it got so intimate, only whispers of how good you both felt, and long intense stares, but it was coming to an end all too soon.
“angel, I’m cumming” you said lowly.
“me too” he whispers on your lips, holding your face in both his hands delicately. eyes never leaving yours, not even for a second.
“oh, angel” you reached your orgasm, brows tightly knitted together, feeling him slipping through your soaked pussy lips.
the look on your face, as your orgasm washed over you, made him cum right after.
he wouldn’t have missed your expressions for the world.
“y/n” he whispered your name over and over. followed by a grunt, as he came all over your pussy, he had never came so much before, spurt, after spurt, spilled onto you, and your underwear.
you loved feeling his warm cum between your thighs.
he pulled your panties back to cover you, so his cum would stay there, he wanted you to feel him even after you left.
was that weird? maybe, but he wanted you to think about him later.
he fell on top of you breathing hard. you rested a hand on his waist.
“so, how much do I owe you?” you ask him, while trying to catch your breath as well.
“this one’s on the house” he replied, cuddling into you, completely spent.
after finally being able to catch his breath, he got up, adjusting himself back into his underwear, you saw him pick something up off a small table, then coming back to the couch.
you pulled your skirt down straightening it back out.
he extended his hand your way.
“take this beautiful, my card, incase you ever want to see me again” he winked at you, pushing his hair back. he was really, desperately hoping you’d come back. he thought that was a clear, and obvious invitation.
you took it from him with a smile, though you didn’t know if you’d ever be coming back.
maybe it was too soon for him to be feeling this way, but he didn’t care. he really just wanted to see you again.
-
ever since that night he was expecting you. he was hopeful. he’d always take a little extra time getting ready, incase you showed up, he starting wearing extra accessories, buying expensive cologne’s, and better outfits, he even learned more ways he could seduce you, and ways to tease you even more, and one more thing, he had shaved all his body hair for you, he wanted to feel as close to you as possible. you were making him change for the better. he woke up every day with a smile on his face, excited by the chance of meeting you again.
every day started with a smile, and every night ended with a frown. he didn’t think much after the first week you didn’t show up, but then 1 week turned into 2 weeks, and weeks had turned into 1 whole month of not seeing you. he decided to just give up on the idea, I mean who was he kidding, what would anyone want with a stripper anyways, he quickly shook off those thoughts, and just continued his life as if you never existed, and as if that night never happened.
even if it hurt his heart to do so.
-
you sat at the edge of your bed, you’re surprised you didn’t burn a hole through the card, from staring at it so long and hard, images of him flooding your mind, even though it had been weeks, you couldn’t forget, how he made you feel. it’s like when it was just the two of you nothing mattered, you felt free, there were no eyes on you but his. there was no pressure, just nothing but the two of you, and the pleasure you both made each other feel, you wanted to feel like that again, and again.
you knew he gave you his card, but you were still uneasy about going back. you couldn’t help but be nervous, it had been weeks since then, he probably wouldn’t recognize you if you went back anyways, but there was still something inside you, that was screaming for you to go back. you have never felt so alive. his touch ignited a flame in you, a burning desire and want for him. you craved for him, his touch, his body, his presence. he had so much more to give you, and you needed so much more. once you got a taste of him there was no going back.
he was angel no doubt. an angel that took you to heaven.
he took full control over you. the world could have been crashing down around you, but if his lips were on yours, and his cock was against your pussy, hell, who cares, as long as you had him, you didn’t need the world.
he was your world.
you have never gotten attached to anything so quickly, this was a whole new dimension for you, territory that you never crossed, always being too focused on working and success, you felt like you were missing out on life, after you had a go at it with him.
he didn’t even have sex with you, and you were already gone. I mean, for crying out loud, you didn’t know him from anywhere, yet he had you thinking about him, days later, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t touch yourself countless times, thinking it was him touching you, and not your hands. you didn’t lead onto it that much when you were there, but he had you losing your mind, he took away your innocents and all you wanted to do was thank him for it. you were getting wet just thinking about him, and just like the times before, you layed back in your bed, sticking your hand in your underwear rubbing yourself, you reached over to the nightstand grabbing your panties from the night you spent with him. unfortunately for you, his cum had completely crystallized, but there was still a faint scent of him, and that was more than enough for you.
you were going to see him again, you had to.
-
tonight was the night, you would see him again. you had done some sprucing up of your own, you did your hair and makeup. you also bought some perfume, this is the first time you ever owned a bottle. he really had you doing turns for him. you had shaven yourself completely bare, and used scented body oil after your shower, you were ready to go, but your heart wasn’t. you felt like you would have a heart attack on the way there. you drove yourself to the destination, it was pretty late but you were hoping he’d still be there.
it was around 2 in the morning, and he was wrapping up, clearing his room, getting ready for the next boring day, when he seen you weren’t coming back, all of the sudden he didn’t enjoy his job as much.
you had finally arrived. you made your way to the door opening it, seeing the familiar scene. you were confused on what to do, but just like before a guy you recognized came your way, he knew you would be back. he made his way to you just like before.
“i see you’ve come back” he smiles your way.
you smiled awkwardly.
“it seems that way” you responded.
“let me guess” he pretends to think, “angel, right?” you wondered how he knew exactly what you were here for, but you nodded your head regardless.
“follow me” he took you to the back like before, you read the sign, that said angel on it, a smile coming to your lips unknowingly.
“I’ll let him know you’re here” he left you alone.
“angel, you have a little visitor”
he sighed, he really just wanted to go home.
“isn’t there someone else that can wait on them?” he asked annoyed.
“maybe, but this person is a return visitor, they asked for you specifically” he groaned.
“fine” he didn’t suspect it was you. he had plenty people asking for him, so the thought of it being you, never even crossed his mind.
until he walked passed his curtain, revealing that same beautiful girl he saw before, looking even more beautiful tonight. his heart pounded in his chest, he thanked god, for going the extra mile with his appearance today. he was feeling good, and he looked good.
your eyes met his before quickly looking away.
“y/n” he didn’t even try to sound cocky that you came back, or make some smart remark, he didn’t care if you knew how happy he was to see you.
“angel” he took long strides towards you, not being able to keep his distance from you any longer.
“I didn’t think you would come back”
you looked at his face.
“me neither” he stared at you for a few seconds.
he all but threw himself at you, the time window for you to react was non existent. his lips were already on yours, and who would you be to not kiss him back.
he pushed you on the couch climbing on top of you, you pulled him closer by his neck, connecting your lips once more. things were already heated. you both have wanted each other ever since that night.
“I waited for you, for weeks, and you never showed” he frowned. “I thought you forgot about me”
if you were not currently trapped under him, you would have slapped him right across the face for being so stupid.
“how could I forget you? you took away all of my innocents” he couldn’t help but smirk, remembering how you fell apart beneath him.
“maybe I should change my name to devil instead” he was becoming agitated with the clothing separating him from you.
“you look absolutely stunning baby, but I’m gonna need all of this off right now” he didn’t need to tell you twice, before you started removing every layer impatiently. he joined you stripping himself faster than he ever had.
he spread your legs wide open, placing them on his shoulders, he looked you up and down, before licking at your damp folds, your hands fisted his pink locks, the feeling was so unfamiliar to you.
“do me a favor love, get up and sit on top of me” he layed his back down on the couch, while you positioned yourself above him, you weren’t sure what he was asking, so you did your best, straddling his hips. he thought your inexperience was adorable. “higher, bring that pretty little pussy to me” you maneuvered up to his face, your knees rested at the sides of his head.
“good girl” you felt his breath fanning over you. “ride my face baby” reality only struck him moments later. he realized he might have been getting a bit too comfortable.
“I-I mean I-if you want to…” he held your hips, looking up at you, while kissing your thighs.
“I want to, but I don’t know how”
“aww, it’s okay baby, I’ll guide you.” he started moving your hips back and forth on his face.
you moaned. already feeling pleasure.
“just move slow, I’ll do the rest” he stuck his tongue out, letting you ride it. he was already hard. the taste of your pussy was immaculate. he couldn’t get enough. his nose brushed against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body, you started shaking, your legs already feeling numb. he held you in place, sucking at the juices that flowed from your hole, it was a mixture of your arousal and his spit, it was wet, and sloppy just how he liked it, he devoured you whole.
he hummed at the taste of you, the vibrations caused you to clench involuntarily.
the way he tongue fucked you, was absolutely amazing, he transitioned from flicking at your bud, to sucking on it harshly, his face was buried between your legs, while you let him completely ravish you.
you had already reached your limit.
“I’m cumming” your orgasm came crashing down on you, it felt even better than the first time, his tongue was like magic on you.
lapping up everything you gave him. he couldn’t have been happier, he was finally able to satisfy someone.
“you’re really good at that too” he kissed your clit one last time “you’re just full of surprises aren’t you?”
“I-I wanna make you cum too” you admitted. he loved the fact that you thought about him too. he wasn’t used to anyone being considerate of him. you were making him fall for you even harder.
“is that right?” you eagerly nodded. “sit back” he got up to hover over you, his dick was mere inches from your face. you were almost drooling. “you like that?” you couldn’t even answer. you made him feel like he had so much power over you, but he knew one word from you could have him falling to his knees.
it was a dynamic he couldn’t get enough of.
“is this what you want?” he stroked himself a few times.
you nodded your head, noticing something.
“did you? umm” you noticed he was completely bare down there, you had a full view of everything, you clenched around nothing, feeling more wetness dripping from between your legs.
“all for you” he placed himself at your lips. you wrapped your mouth around his shaft, taking in half of him. he was the right length and the perfect thickness.
he may have underestimated you, even though you proved to be good at everything so far. when your mouth enveloped him, he didn’t hold back any grunts, and moans. it turned him on even more when he let you know, you were doing an amazing job. chalk that up to him not being able to be himself around others, but when he was with you, he could be so vulnerable.
you were something he needed in his daily life.
same could be said for you, you were polar opposites, but when you got a taste of the other side, you couldn’t go back.
“you’re perfect” he meant it with his whole heart.
he may not have known it, but his words were encouraging you take even more of him down your throat. if he was making you feel good, you wanted to make him feel just as good.
“y/n, p-please d-don’t stop” you couldn’t even if you tried.
you hollowed out your cheeks, nearly swallowing him whole.
he held your face in his hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb, you looked absolutely beautiful with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. you wouldn’t be able to tell he had his cock buried deep down your throat from the way he looked at you so lovingly.
“that’s it, just a bit little more” you grabbed his thighs, working your mouth on him faster. he felt himself cumming, and tried to pull away, only to have you forcing him to stay in place. just seconds later, and you could feel him releasing down your throat.
swallowing everything he gave you, letting him completely empty out in your mouth.
you removed him from your mouth, placing a kiss to his tip just like he had done to you prior.
he just smiled, collapsing down next to you.
“did I ever tell you how perfect you are?” he traced your jaw with his fingertips.
“I think so” you lowered your head, going back to your shy self.
he laced his fingers with yours, propping himself on his left elbow.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t very vocal this time, it just felt too good, I could barely speak.” a small smile coming to his face.
you wanted him to stop talking to you like he actually cared about you.
“how much is it this time?” he smile fell, he really wished you didn’t have to mention the part about money. it completely soured his mood. he knew it was his job, but when he was with you it was more than that. he was just reminded that you were only doing this for yourself. he felt so stupid for actually thinking you might have cared for him.
he got up putting his clothes back on, not even sparing you a glance.
and for the first time since he started this job, he felt used, and dirty.
“just ask at the counter” he finished getting dressed.
you instantly noticed his mood shift.
“no cuddles?” you asked him. he wanted nothing more than to hold you, but he wasn’t gonna make the same ignorant mistake again.
“it’s late. you should be heading home now” he replied coldly.
“should I come back?” you were hoping after tonight this could be something regular for the two of you.
“it’s up to you. after all I’m only here for your pleasure, you just pay me to do my job” he fastened the last button on his shirt.
you’ve never felt so hurt before.
you gathered up all this courage, just to come here and basically get dissed. you didn’t know what you expected, but it definitely wasn’t this, you had some glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he liked you back. but you should of known better. this was just his job, he only said sweet words to you, cause he was forced to. it didn’t mean anything. he was just really good at his job.
he tossed you your clothes before walking out leaving you feeling hurt, and sad, why did I even come back?
-
ever since you left, you still couldn’t get your mind off him. even after all your hard work to finally get to where you wanted to be, none of that mattered to you anymore. you didn’t care about anything that didn’t involve him. you couldn’t focus on daily life tasks, without him creeping up in your mind every single time.
he basically kicked you out, and told you he didn’t care if you came back or not, what happened? you thought, first he was calling you baby, and love, and now it seemed like he couldn’t care less about you. you had mixed feelings about it all, his eyes looked so genuine, but with the way he treated you, made you feel like you didn’t matter at all.
you still wanted him, you craved him. that part about grass being greener never hit so hard before. it definitely was greener, it was everything you needed to sustain life it felt like.
you had an addiction. you were going to go back, even if it would break your bank account. you have to have just one more night, to clear your mind, get answers and end whatever this relationship was, you just had to figure things out for yourself.
luckily for you, you applied to study abroad, you were just hoping you would get accepted. then after all this mess was over between you and him, you could just get away, and pretend like this never happened, to just erase this part of life completely, and move on.
1 week later….
heeseung’s mind was on auto pilot since the last time he met with you, he was conflicted, and confused.
he didn’t know how you were feeling after what he did to you, he knew you couldn’t have been hurt by it, cause you didn’t have any real feelings or attachment to him. he still wanted you back though, he remembers how he crossed over to the other side, when you came along, he entered a portal with no exit, there’s was no backing out now. even though he knew you didn’t want him, he wanted you.
crazy right?
he thinks to himself, if you were to come back he would treat you even better than last time, he would give the best orgasm of your life, let his touches linger for just a bit longer, kiss you harder, and have you screaming his name so loud the whole entire world could hear, that’s how much he wanted you.
was it an exaggeration? no. absolutely not.
that’s why when you weren’t around, he’d smile at the thought of you, and at night when he rested his head on his pillow he would get hard, visualizing you on top of him, and when he finally went to sleep, even his dreams were full of nothing but you. even though he kept getting hurt he wouldn’t deny you if you came back to see him. his love for you was so strong, that the pain he felt when you left wasn’t bad enough to make him stop, and that’s saying a lot seeings how his heart felt like it fell to his stomach, and he felt sick when you were gone.
that’s just how much he cared about you.
it was poison.
-
you found yourself on that oh so familiar couch, tapping your foot, and twittling your thumbs.
heeseung had to wait one whole week to see you, to him it felt like years.
call him crazy, but every time he laid eyes on you, you got even more beautiful than before.
before you could utter any words, his lips were already attacking yours. you wanted to tell him how you truly felt, you didn’t come prepared with a speech cause you wanted everything to be completely organic.
but once his lips hit yours, and his hands roamed your body, you forgot what you even came to do.
“I missed you” he mumbled into your neck. he spoke in between kisses. “so, so much”
you wanted to believe that so bad. but you knew he was just doing what he had to do to keep his pockets full.
and since you were too weak from even a single touch, you couldn’t protest,
you let him have you however he wanted, once you started there was no stopping.
but that had to come to an end.
“I just bet you did” he could hear the sarcasm in your voice.
“I always miss you when you’re not here” he was just going to let everything out.
“you miss me, or do you miss my money?”
he pulled away from you sitting up right.
“I wouldn’t have said that if I didn’t mean it.” he was getting offended by your choice of words.
“well, it’s hard for me to believe all those words you spoke to me, let’s not forget you’re just a stripper that’s here only for my pleasure.” you threw his words back at him.
he got up heading to a small drawer in his room.
“do you really think you’re the only one coming to see me? I have more money than I even know what to do with.
he pulled the drawer out, walking back towards you.
“you see this!? he yelled startling you. dumping the money all over the couch, some of it even falling on you in the process.
“and there’s plenty fucking more where that came from. if it was about the money, you would have known by now. if this was even about money to begin with, I would have never allowed you to even touch me.
you looked at him confused as to what he meant by that.
“you know when this whole thing between us started, I left out one very important detail, and I think it’s time I should let you know. i’ve never even thought about doing the things I do with you to anyone else. you’re the first person I ever let kiss me. you’re the first person I allowed to be close with me, hell, you’re the only girl that I’ve ever had any real interest in. you’re the first person that I’ve met, that made me feel like I was enough.
his eyes softened, dropping the drawer from his hands, you heard sniffles coming from him, that was the only sound that could be heard.
“call me crazy, but I’m in love with you” a single tear rolled down his cheek.
“I know it’s stupid. but before you I had nothing, well except for money” he laughed at himself, he could only imagine how ridiculous he looked, and sounded to you.
“why do I even try anymore” he said in a whisper. “I know I’m making you uncomfortable, so you can just go.
he turned away from you, before he let the rest of his tears fall.
he spoke shakily.
“and y/n, I’m sorry, that I ever gave you the impression that it was only about money, at the time I just couldn’t tell you how I felt, I was too afraid. it wasn’t supposed to end this way.
you got up, making your way to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, back hugging him.
“this doesn’t have to be the end, it could be the beginning, I came here to tell you my feelings towards you, but when you kissed me so suddenly I couldn’t think straight, all I wanted was you. I thought I was a fool for thinking you could ever have feelings for me. but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get you out of my head, ever since the night we first met”
“if you’re crazy, than I must be insane for falling in love with a man who never even told me his real name” you hugged him tighter.
are my ears working? no. it can’t be. he didn’t hear that right, it was all just a dream, an illusion.
great now I’m hallucinating.
he turned around to look at you.
“falling in love with what now?” he didn’t believe it.
“you. dummy, I’m in love with you” he still didn’t believe it.
“who’s you?” he couldn’t believe it.
“angel, I fell in love with you”
so his ears were working perfectly fine.
oh god.
he stared in your eyes, his started to water again, his expression shifted from a smile to a frown.
he squeezed you so hard you could barely breathe.
he captured your lips in a messy tear filled kiss.
“I’ve only ever heard those words from you in my dreams.” you wiped away his tears, and led him back to the couch making him sit on it.
“you dream about me?” you questioned him.
“all the time” you massaged his thighs.
“tell me what you dream about” you tugged on his pants signaling him to raise his hips so you could pull them off.
“do you really want to know?”
“tell me everything” you releases him from the confines of his pants, you really had to wonder why he was already so hard, you hadn’t even touched him yet.
I dreamt about you, touching me” you grabbed his cock stroking it lightly.
he sucked in a breath.
“keep going” you spat in your hand to make the slide on his shaft more comfortable for him.
“I had dreams of your mouth wrapped around me, a-and the taste of you on my tongue, and what It’d feel like to be inside of your pussy” you pumped him a bit faster, he watched you with a raised eyebrow.
“then I suppose, that you’ve never dreamt about this before” you pulled your top down, exposing your bare chest, normally you would have been shy, but you were too focused on pleasuring him tonight.
you placed his dick between your tits rubbing them up and down stimulating his length.
“i guess I haven’t” his eyes rolled back in his head, you always did something that he never expected, your confidence was making even more aroused.
every time he was with you, it was like a new and exciting adventure.
“you know, I’ve thought about you too” his eyes widened in response, there was no way he could speak. the sight of your perfect breast, and your hardened nipples, as his dick was slotted perfectly between them, had his mind completely blank.
“I even still have the panties that you came in”
he didn’t know how you were telling him this so easily, but he was more than delighted to hear it.
“I touched myself imagining it was you instead.”
his head was spinning, he didn’t know how you could sound so innocent, while saying such filthy words to him.
now the image of you touching yourself was seared into his brain.
his tip was leaking, you used his precum to make his cock slip through your breast with ease.
“even though your cum had completely dried, I could still smell you on them, I touched myself with only you on my mind countless times.
you felt him twitch.
“fuck, y/n” he moaned, feeling his sensitive tip sliding on your warm chest.
“I guess we’re both a little dirty” you say feeling him throbbing between your breast.
“y/n, stop teasing” he whines.
you squeezed you breast tighter on him, sliding up and down faster, you lower your head to let his tip enter your mouth.
all his muscles tensed, he felt chills run down his spine, you had him falling apart.
a string of curses left his lips.
“y/n, I’m cu-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before his load was shooting all over your mouth and chest.
you would always be amazed by how much cum he released every time he orgasmed.
he fell back on the sofa, his whole body shook in pleasure, his legs were numb. he was completely paralyzed from the orgasm you gave him.
you licked his cum from your lips, he tasted even better than before, you layed down next to him.
resting your head on his chest, while he used the last bit of his energy to wrap his arms around you, it was an awkward angle, and your clothes were still half way on but neither of you cared.
“what’s my total?” you joked with him.
“I think that’s the only thing you’re not good at” he poked your shoulder lightly.
you pouted.
“but your mouth feels amazing on my dick” you looked at him with wide eyes.
“oh my god” you wanted to hide.
“what? it’s true”
“you don’t have to be so blunt about it”
“well, how else would you know?”
“ I think I might have an inkling, from how much you always cum, or how your legs shake when your about to-“
“y/n! that’s enough. I think I get it” his ears were flushed red.
“are you sure? another way I can tell is from how fast you cu-“ he cupped your mouth, to stop you from speaking.
“I got it” he took a deep breath. you both lazily readjusted your clothes to their original state. before getting comfortable again.
“so where do we go from here?” he asked you.
your phone got an alert, before you could answer him.
“shoot” you groaned reaching for your phone.
“can’t that just wait for now?” he was obviously annoyed.
it couldn’t. you had been waiting on a call, from the university you applied for, you were anticipating the response for awhile.
and much to your excitement, and dismay, it was a message from them, saying you had just got accepted. what were you going to tell him now? this was not what you were planning on.
your heart dropped. you turned your phone off, laying back down with him.
“so, was it that important, that you had to leave me alone?” you shook your head.
“it’s nothing” you lied to him.
“good, so, about my question?” he looked at you, those expectant beautiful shining eyes of his, looking at you with the same amount of love as he did before, if not more.
“you know I love you right?”
“yeah, you just told me silly, how could I forget so soon?”
“and I’d never do anything to hurt you” you grabbed his hand lacing his fingers with yours, bringing it to your face and kissing his knuckles.
he was a smiling mess.
“so promise me when I tell you this, you won’t think otherwise” his stomach was starting to feel queasy.
he nodded his head slowly.
and once you seen his smile disappearing you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him.
so you told a little white lie.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you” and just like that his beautiful smile was gracing his gorgeous face once more.
“oh goodness, I’m so happy” he giggled. “you had me worried for a second there” he kissed your forehead, sighing into your hair.
“y/n, you’re literally the only thing that keeps my world spinning” he made sure that ever word he spoke to you was nothing but the truth
“what if I told you, that I can’t breath without you”
“well, let me think” he tapped his chin. “I would say something along the lines of... I guess you’re pretty lucky, cause you’ll never be without me”
he held you tighter, as if to say he would never leave you.
you couldn’t hold back the tears, that were threatening to fall.
you just hugged him as tightly as possible, sobbing onto his chest.
“y/n, hey, what’s wrong?” he examined your face, you were making him worry.
“I just love you so much” you were crying cause you knew you’d be leaving, and you only just got him.
he wiped your tears, while chuckling softly. you could hear his heart beat pick up, and his laughter radiating in his chest.
it was like music to your ears.
“I love you too” he couldn’t have been happier. he finally felt like he belonged. after all this time of searching and hoping. you came to him out of nowhere, with as terrible as his life was, and yes, “was” before you his life was a mess, but after you came along, you turned it completely around. now his life is perfect. he’d do everything all over again, if you’d be waiting for him at the end of it all. he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his days with you. his mind already racing with ideas of what you and him could do together.
you two always seemed to be opposites.
you couldn’t have been sadder. your heart was breaking, and there was nothing you could do to put it back together.
you just layed in his arms, attempting to delay the inevitable.
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Ok,listen…but this is the best😭😭❤️
Yowww i've been thinking about this for a while now😩😩😩 imagine
Fem reader and jay are childhood bffs and after so many years both of you meet at a meeting for like collab of your companies as ceo and then both of you are the only one left at the meeting area and start talking for a while, until you can't control it anymore so you just kiss him, so he brings you to his office and starts fucking you rough at his desk😩🤤🤤, and after that he's going to be so gentle to you like he wasn't fucking you so rough mins ago😫 both of you talks about the collab thingy at the bath tub😍😚👌👌✨
CEO JAY??!!! I JUST I CANT 🥵🥵 like just imaging him calling you his little cum slut ª *dies. Gurl you just inspired me to write a whole story ily <3. Hope you like it. (I made it very special couse you are my first ask omg I really hope you like it)
Our Little Secret
CEOJay x CEOreader
Jay was your childhood friend and also your first love. But as always, first love's never end up right. Now you seem in a very difficult situation between the CEO of Park Tech. Corp. and you, CEO of T.T.Corporation, who is trying to do a collab between companies. You might ask what is the problem here? Well the problem name is Park Jay. "u know? I didn’t like the way he was looking at you, princess...”
Warnings/genre: CEOJay, CEOreader, SecretaryHeeseung, childhood bffs, fluff, suggestive, angst, smut, fingering, unprotected sex(stay safety), use of curse words, pet names(slut-princess-baby), breeding kink, kind of public sex.
Words: 6k (it's kind of long.)
You have been friends with Jay since childhood, charing and doing everything together. From him assisting to your littles tea parties, playing pirates and rescue the princess to even bathing together, obviously the bathing thing stopped when you guys grew older, but sleeping together still was a thing. For Jay you were his princess, the most beautiful he ever seen and for you, Jay was your brave knight in shiny armor. You loved to play with him because he became your best friend and your confident in crime, but for him, you were more special than a friend. He didn't have any friends because he was very (a mean a lot) shy so when you appeared and told him that he will stick with you because you are a princess and he must protect you...he just did. And after that you have been the only friend and the only one who he wanted to be with. His parents were so happy to see how a shy boy like Jay, everytime he arrives home shout out loud, that when he grow up he is gonna make you his wife, like in the movies where the knight who rescue the princess get married. Even though your parents didn't understand why such a fancy boy and a future CEO saw in their little daughter who still eat buggers and can't use skirts couse she doesn't now how to sit properly, "well anyways its just kids love" they said. But for Jay as the time passed and he grew, so did his love for you. "She is my best friend!" "What am I thinking? I'm getting too greedy" thoughts like this rounded in his head hoping they'll disappear one day.
It was beggining to bother him a little, also because you were so dumb that you didnt think your actions make to him, you never notice his small nervousness when you both sleep together or when you hold his hand everytime you want to guide him to somewhere, he really tried to control himself whenyou sited on his lap or when you ask him to shower with you like the times we're you were little. You always told him everything from your first kiss with the weird guy of your class (story wich he couldn't stop making fun of you, of how desperate you were to kiss someone, that you didn't even care if you knew him) to when you got your period. You were his precious special person, and so was he for you.
"Mum! I'm leaving bye"
"Are you going to y/n place? Remember to give her the sweater she left here, God she left everything her panties, her shorts and even her bra. Everything is in the bag hahahaha this kid..." she smiled remembering when y/n heard that Jays aunt was having a birthday party without cake couse they forgot to buy one. Which was something you'll never let it be. "Every birthday party need a cake" that's what you said. You didn't knew the mess that baking a cake took, so after making the cake you were so dirty that you had to borrow some of Jay's clothes (something very normal between them) "she got all dirty helping me to bake the cake for your aunts birthday"
"Got it! Bye!"
"Jay com here please!! I don't want to keep screaming!"
With a little sigh he went to the kitchen were his mom was, he knew what she was going to say, but he didn't want to hear it, it just wasn't fair.
"Jay, you know you have to tell her right? This is your last week and-"
"I know I know" he takes a deep breath and kisses his mom head.
Jay was the only son of Mr. Park, CEO of Park Tech Corp and eventually, he will became the CEO of PTC in the future. Because of this, his father made the decision to send him to study abroad so that he could prepare himself in a better way. It wasn't as if he couldn't prepare here, but his father was sure that this would benefit his son so no one would have the opportunity to remove Jay from his position with the cheap excuse that he was not prepared. Jay tried to intervene in his father's decision by never getting into trouble and having perfect grades, but all his attempts were useless. And for the worst, Jay's last year in school, his dad decided to send him to Canada where he could be an exchange student.
He really was upset because he didn't even have the time to confess you how much he loved you.
When he arrive to your house, he found your mom making salad, but with green olives. Jay knew your hate to green olives, so he made a mental note to let you know what your mom made for dinner.
"Hi Jay! How are you?" Your mom asked
"Hi Mrs. L/n, I'm fine. Is y/n upstairs?"
"Yes! Go tell her that dinner is ready"
"Okay!" Jay said while going upstairs to your room.
"Jay!" You exclaimed, excited to see him
"You haven't eaten yet?" He throw the bag with your clothes on your face
"Yes I diiiiid, but at kfc, after school, you didn't come with me remember? You said your father arrived from his business trip, and you wanted to talk to him about some "none of your bussienes loser""you muck at Jay trying to imitate his voice, you were angry, couse he didn't tell you about what he would be talking to his dad. He just mess with your hair while he ignores your face full of curiosity about what he have talked with his dad.
"My mom washed your clothes. ¿ y/n you know? You need to stop forgetting your clothes on my house, this will scared hot chicks from coming since they will think that I have a girfriend"
"Firstly thank your mom for me, and second, Jay you are so lonly that the only comfort you have for your "needs" is your hand"
Jay scoffs "that's what you think"
You just roll your eyes at him while making space at your bed for him to take a seat besides you.
"Sooo playboy, what's new?"
His smile drops when he hears this, just remembering what his mom told him, and that he only got 1 week with you. He didn't want to seem obvious but it just went like this.
"Jay? What's wrong? Are you Ok?"
"It's nothing I'm just sad that my best friend still a virgin"
he really didn't want you to get sad the whole week so he said he will wait a little more to tell you the truth.
"JAY SHUT THE FUCK UP I TOLD YOU THAT HIS DICK WAS UGLY AND I GOT SCARED"
He laughs while you was beating his ass. He really wish things were different, and those cute little moments, like this ones, with you, stay like this forever.
"¡Hey hey ok ok! stop punching me, it actually hurts ¡auch!"
"Yeah? I think I'm still stronger than you"
"Oh really?" He stands on his knees and he grabs both of your wrists with strength hovering over you. He was really strong, and you knew that, it was useless to even try to slip away. Gosh Jay was going to be the death of you someday. You don't know when or where did the little shy and crybaby go. You were even not just stronger but taller than him. He was now a man, he is way more stronger and taller than you now. You would be lying if you said you didn't loved to have such a hot best friend like Jay, every girl at you school was envious couse the guy was just too perfect. He was handsome, always with perfect grades and also perfect body; a body like his got every girl drooling over him, he was a little tan and his abs were tonned just in the perfect size (everyone knew it couse he always he always took off his sweater in practice) but you never wanted to admit it. You didn't want his flirting ass over you bothering you until you die. But you where always thankfull that you have the opportunity to watch him in your everyday. The way his arms flex when he carried the groceries, the way his jaw line accentuate while eating or how his eyes twinkled just when he was with you, you loved all of him and also you loved how goofy he was only to you, always taking care of you. But you didn't want to cross the line, you thought that he only saw you as a friend, and he knew so much about you and your not girly side, that you were sure he didn't even look at you as a woman. Nevertheless, you were so gratefull that you at least you got to see him be happy.
"Ok you win you are stronger" You shove your head looking at other side, not wanting him to see your flustered face with your now reddened cheeks.
He chuckles at your attempts to try to throw him off of you and he throw himself beside you in your bed. The little action giving you butterflies.
"I'm gonna stay tonight, and I'm not asking you"
"Again?" You sounded annoyed but in the inside you were so happy. " come on, you know how lucky you are having Park Jay at your bedroom?!" "Oooooh im so sorry your highness, what an honor" you said sarcastically.
"Thats what I thought loyal peasant, Oh and your mom made salad with green olives so I don't recommend you to go downstairs" you went to take a bath after that and so did Jay,in the guests bathroom.
You fell asleep first and he made space beside you, but unlike other nights that he sleeped with you, he was way much closer to your face, just admiring you, trying to take a mental photo of you for him, to never forget this moment. He take a strand of hair behind your ear and then put his hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. "Gosh you are so beutifull" All of this was happening WHILE YOU WERE TRULY AWAKE. You were waiting for Jay when he was washing, but you don't know why, when he got into your room, you act like you were sleeping.
You didn't know what to say, you would be ruining the moment if you said you were awake. You try to calm yourself saying that maybe it was just a compliment as a friend right? Then he hugged you, your heart beating like crazy. He put his head on the top of yours and with that, both bodies being this close, both of you went to dreamland.
All the week you notice Jay being a little weird after that night, he was being way to nice to you. He was always nice, but in all that week he didn't even make fun of you with anything he didn't even make those flirtatious lame joke on you. He always did make fun of you when he had a chance so you knew something was happening. You ignore it couse you like the extra care he was giving you, it was like he was your boyfriend, just the mention of the idea made you happy until Saturday came. That day, he invited you to the park to watch the stars with him while eating ice cream just for fun he said.
"I don't get it" the handsome boy say "so you like to eat toothpaste??"
"Jay it's just choco-mint ice cream bear with it, anyways I know you wanted to tell me something. You don't like parks because of mosquitos, so tell me what's wrong?" You stare deep in his eyes wanting to know what got the picky guy to have a date in the park for fun, with you.
"Y/n" your breath hitch In your throat to the proximity of the boy to your face. He put your ice cream away (they were on cups) cupping your face with his big hands.
"I-i don't know how to tell you this, it's just so difficult for me-"
You didn't even let the boy finish the sentence when you close the gap between each other and you kiss him with so much desesparation that you fell over him in the blanket that he placed on the grass. You chuckle at the surprised face Jay did.
"Gosh you are so slow, Park, that's why you are alone" you stand in your hands with him still caged under you. "I also like you Jay"
And with that Jay hugs you by the waist making you sit on his lap while crying. You were happy that you both felt the same, and the thought that he was crying because he is such a crybaby , make your heart skip a beat but what you didn't know was that the real reason was that he knew that when he finally got you he now will loss you.
He didn't say anything, scared to hurt you, he just let the night pass like those dreams that you know that you are dreaming but you don't care because it's just so perfect that you want to sink on them until it's over and then you wake up facing reality. Both of you slept together just kissing and laughing because now your unrequited love was finally yours. Or that's what you thought when you were heading to the airport on Monday to say goodbye to Jay. You had so many questions ¿why he didn't say anything, ¿why now? What was the reason of him leaving?
"I hate you" it's the first thing that slips out of your mouth without hesitation while he wiped your tears that were flowing like waterfalls "I hate you Park Jay...I-i hate you with all my soul" you said this while he caresses your cheek with his thumb and with both hands as you leaned your face to his touch.
"I promise I will call you." You start to cough while crying and sniffing all your nasty fluids trying to maintain them inside your nose.
"Hey hey" Jay chuckle softly at your cuteness. "if you cry, i’ll cry....and that won’t be fun for anyone.”
You try to stop crying just sniffing couse it was really hard to calm yourself down
"Pro-promise me tha-that you will call me everyday"
He laughs kissing your forhead "I promise baby dw"
And with that your first love die that they. He didn't call you even once. He just called you when he arrived but after that he totally disappeared. The first day you were really sad but then you just got to hate him for what he did. You went to his parents house to ask why he left. Mr. Park only told you that he needed to prepare himself to be a CEO and that he is actually very busy so that's was the reason he was avoiding any distraction. ¿DISTRACTION IM I A DISTRACTION? you thought. "You should study abroad too y/n, one day you will be also a CEO at you family business, and you are a girl so the competition will be not that easy." Mr. Park said.
Jay's mom didn't even want to see you couse she felt guilty about why was Jay really avoiding you. His dad didn't like the show you made in the airport because made Jay to pick a fight before heading the airplane, he almost dropped his bags and stayed but his dad told him that he will make your live miserable if he stayed. His dad just wanted the best for him scared of people saying that his son is not capable when he know he is.
Way home you cry a little more thinking in that one night you both were so happy because you both felt the same. But now those are just memories that you hope soon forget.
"FUCK U PARK JAY" And with that your summer vacation and first love was over.
And yes here you were too stunned to speak watching the famous Park Jay in his glass office at the PTC offices building. He was all dressed up in a black suit, he got much bigger in muscle and height "wtf is wrong with the boy? Is he a Pokemon that just evolve into a better him?"You said to yourself.
"Miss L/n, Mr. Park is waiting for you to talk about the collab between both companies" You are really to stunned to speak, you knew Jay was CEO but, Oh come on there are a lot of Parks how would you know it was THAT Park company, and when you were little those were just adults conversations so you didn't know nothing about their company name.
"Ok thank you i-i am going to the bathroom first" the lady who might be Jay's secretary return you a smile and went back to her sit in the reception. And you went run-walking to the bathroom.
"Ok Jay Park, you will regret this" you said to yourself in front of the mirror and you began to doll up and open a little more your shirt by opening two buttons. You were really happy to see him again but all your sour memories of him also came to your mind. So you give yourself two gentle face slaps and you arrived to Jay's office. He was facing the Windows looking at his beautiful view in the tall building. He is so handsome, from the back he looked like the shy boy you once met and fell in love.
The secretary opened the door "Mr. Park, the CEO of TTC has arrived" when she left, you entered to his office "Good afternoon Mr. Park, my name is y/n L/n, it's a pleasure to meet you."
At first he didn't believe that he was actually watching you in front of him. You got more beutifull, he finally met again with his princess. He already knew he was going to meet you but he preferred to play it dumb. He even cut his hair so maybe he looked more handsome.
"Y/n!" He said it a little to excited "drop formalities you look so good y/n" he run to embrace you in a warm hug. "I mean I didn't know we would meet like this, ¿how are you?" You back off from the hug feeling a little mad that he got to give you butterflies even though it has been a while since you have seen him.
"Oh sorry, what's wrong?"
"Jay, people outside can still see us..."
"Oh fuck your right" he run to his desk to press a button that make curtains to lowered when there are meetings.
"So where were we? Oh how ar-"
You push him back to his seat and lean over him, giving him a view of your breast and your face to close to his face, while your hands rest in the head of the chair. "Mr. Park do you want to know how I've been?" The poor man didn't have words to get out of his mouth at your question, too drunk in your sweet scent. "To be honest with you i've been lonly, really really lonly...and neddy" you said while you remove his glasses from his face, tracing your finger from his lips to his, now hard, throbbing friend. He groan at the feeling of your knee getting pressed against his hard cock. "I kinda need help, but idk if you can do that for me" you coo and by inertia Jay puts his hands around your waist which make your breath hitch and feel dazed at his touch. "Yes y/n don't worry I will take so much care of you I promise" he guide you over his lap, you felt controlled by him, you didn't want him to take control but he was so intoxicating. When you were on his lap he first began to tell you nothings in your ear while kissing and bitting your earlobe.
"God you don't know how much I missed you...you are so perfect so hot....i-i just want to fuck you so hard baby...I missed you" he said this while groaning in your ear caressing your sides up and down. You whimper at his words and began to bounce and move a little over his big hardened dick.
"Wa-wait don't do that a-ah"
"You don't want me?" You ask pouting your lips out
"Yes I do baby b-but mmmh not a-ahg not here"
His hands stop you because he was so strong, you were needy indeed but you really want him to suffer so you stopped as he said and get up from his lap. You have almost everything planned in the bathroom, you send a message to your hot secretary and also your right hand Heeseung, that you need him to fake-date with you, which he agrees knowing the story about you and Jay. He knew you didnt hate Jay, he knew you were so in love with him that he always felt bad for you.
"Y/n I know this will seem off but would you like to take a coffee or something with m-"
"Sorry that I'm late y/n, also good evening Mr.Park, nice to meet you. I'm Lee Heeseung, secretary of Ms. Y/n."
"And also my boyfriend" you said smiling at Jay and grab Heesungs hand,putting it around your waist"
"Baby why are these buttons of your shirt opened? Let me help you" you let Hee help you and in front of him, ignoring completely the poor man existence, he was stunned like a real statue.
"I'm sorry, I came here running from your apartment Hee, I didn't wanted to wake you up, to help me, please do."
Jay cough for the attention from both of you. "Hi I'm Jay, I'm y/n's childhood best friend."
"Oh really? She never told me about you"
You must have won the lottery because you looked to happy to try to act surprised 😮. The three of you sit down and began to talk about business, Jay was falling more for you, he was amazed of how you were talking and how good your company was being carried by you, he was so proud that his girl...well not his but anyways, his y/n became such a great woman. He kind of miss the dummy y/n that always misheard things and always forgets that the math tests were on Fridays. He was looking at you as a little child is watching his favorite superheroe movie. But what bothers him is the way you keep touching your boyfriend who's name was heeseung.
Gosh he hated so much the nickname you put him "hee am I right?" You ask him while touching his chest, sometimes slipping your fingers between his bottom to touch his skin. He also didn't like the way Heeseung laid way to long his eyes on your big and heavenly butt. That just was not it, how can your boyfriend be this disrespectful. Jay said to himself, he said that he wouldn't do that things to you. He began to think about the way Heeseung touch you. Does he makes you cum undone all wet just by talking to you? Does his hands makes you feel sexy? Is he even that good that you are playing to touchy with him in a so important meeting? Jay began to let his mind fly as he imagine how he is way better than heeseung for you, he would first tell you how pretty and unique you are, how beutifull and perfect it's your body, then he would trace forms with his hands while caressing your body, making you feel loved and then he will eat you up making you feel wanted, making you want his dick inside you, Fuck, balls deep inside you " I can make you feel better"
"Excusme?" You asked knowing that maybe he was thinking about you.
"L-like I can make the company feel better, we can make our employees feel better. That's what I meant." Damn Park Jay stop thinking with your dick, he thought to himself.
"Well thats everything, what do you think"
"It's perfect, please send this to my secretary, she would take you to the Boardroom to talk about this with the others Partnerships, and y/n I need you to sign some things before you go" Hee left both of you alone giving you a quick peck on your cheecks, that took you by surprise too, how Hee was being so bold, but he was helping you to get your revenge. (He needed a raise ) you thought to give him a raise for being such a good friend.
" Y/n why didn't you tell me you have a boyfriend?"
"Why would I tell you?"
"You said you felt l-lonly a-and" he saw you bent to sign the papers he gave you. Your skirt wasn't helping him, neither his throbbing dick. He was angry hard and leaking pre-cum. "You have a boyfriend and you were playing with me a few hours earlier". "I mean I can do whatever I want since you don't own me"
"Yeah I know! but do you even know him that well? ¡ I saw how he looks at you, he just want your body! And maybe your company." He was just giving excuses from how jealous he was.
"I don't really care u know?" You step closer to Jay, he was so tall that he need to look down to look at you. "As long as he fucks me hard and good it's perfect for me" you look at him with a smirk and seductive eyes.This just make Jay more angry at the thought you having hard sex with your secretary. He was angry but also sad.
"I thought you miss me" His voice being lower while your hands slips around his neck. Getting way to close to his face.
"Yeah but...do t think you can fuck me as good as he does?" and with that you take your folders heading to the door but before you go you say: "fuck, he just fucks me as good as the boy who slept with me while you were gone" with this said you let him in his office thinking about that night were you confessed to him. It was all a lie? Did you just wanted to be fucked and that's why you confessed? But you both cuddle just loving each other without lust in your mind. Did he was the only one in love? Of course he had other girlfriends while being abroad, but you were always in his mind. Now he was mad, he wanted to see you cry as he cried for you, he wanted to hear you scream his name, see you all tearfully, messy and full of him, he wanted to see you fucked dumb by him, he didn't care if you still love him, he just wanted you to pleading him to fuck you hard.
It was all I lie what you told him, your ex's never fill that space that Jay left in your heart, you just wanted him to suffer, but at the same time you wanted him to grab your wrist and hug you, but nothing of that happened.
You and Hee waited in the boardroom patiently. Hee was sitting beside you, while Jay was sitting in front, the others were dispersed in the other chairs. Jay's secretary was going to put a video that your company made about your collab with PTC after you presented yourself.
While the video was running you slide your foot out of your shoe and began to touch Jay's dick with it, he was startled at first, but he looked at you with different eye from earlier, his gaze was no more soft and sweet but very dark and somehow lustfull eyes, he seems kind of mad, but you didn't care. He grab your foot and squeeze it a little bit for you to stop but you continued, and now you were not just caressing his dick, but also his thighs. He didn't resist to long, so when he slipped his view down to see you working him up, he saw your hand on Heeseung's thigh, being also caressed and squeeze. If he was mad, now he was REALLY mad (lmao). He shove your foot with anger, away from is throbbing dick. He was now waiting the time your stupid video ends just to teach you a lesson. He was going to demonstrate that he was not the same boy you made fun of.
When the video finished every one clapped at the amazing an well explained proposal at the company collab product. But Mr. Park was not happy, he didn't seem happy. Everyone wait to Mr.Park give his opinion, so the room got silent.
"I don't think this will be the best for my company, I need to think about it and talk to Ms. Y/n about this collab."
"But why? It's really good and the statistics say that this will benefit our company in every way." One of your common partnership stated really annoyed at Mr.Park absurd request .
"I said I'll think about it" he raise his voice with a demanding tone. "Ms. Y/n let's talk, everyone else, get out" as he said everyone did, so there were just him and your confused self, trying to understand why did he rejected your idea, when he was so approval about it.
"Mr. Park I don't underst-"
You were cut by him roughly kissing your lips as he pin you against the wall, keeping you trapped between him. You began to moan when he start bitting you on your sweet spot right between the end of your jaw and your neck. But you try to shove him away. That's right, you tried but he was so strong that he grab your writs with one hand and pinned it to the wall, while the other was placed in your pussy, teasing your little clothed cunt.
"You're soaking wet, baby. Have you been like this since your little jumps on my dick earlier?" You moan when you felt Jay's fingers slide your panties for better access, pressing one finger against your slit, making you whimper at the felling of his fingers so close to be inside you.
"I hate you" you try to mutter, feeling to good to speak properly, you really missed him and remembering how hard was his dick earlier just make it worst. "So do I...we finally feel the same way eh princess?" He said near your ear " there's is to much clothe up hear, let me help you " he said the line from Hee earlier, just mad at how close he was to your boobs.
He starts to unbutton your shirt just to found himself in front of you boobs covered with a cute black lace bra that covered absolutely nothing of your breasts. He almost came at the site of your nipples all hardened pocking against the small holes of the lace bra. He began to lick them and bite them with so much desesperation, just like a starved man. You were a moaning mess under him, it was too much, you just came from him only teasing you.
“It’s hard to hate you when you’re under me like this, submissive and breathless. Gorgeous sight really”
"Fuck u Jay your never be as good as he-"
You moan immediately as his two fingers enter you and began to fuck you fast with them, not letting you finished your sentence.
“Dont say his name...u know? I didn’t like the way he was looking at you princess. ” now he enter three fingers inside you, while talking low in your ear "I really mean it when I said I can make you feel better but you were being a bratty princess" you pussy clenching at the pet name. You always were his princess and you knew it, and after he left you still were, you just didn't want to admit it.
You were almost at your limit, you were going to cum but suddenly he slowed down, now slowly stroking his fingers in and out , feeling you desperately clench against his fingers "It's a shame, I don't like bratty princesses " you were so desesparate to find your high that you began to fuck yourself faster with his fingers. He chuckles at this action and took out his fingers. You whine in desasparation.
"I said I didn't like bratty princesses, so if you behave, maybe I can make you feel better" he had his leg intertwined between your legs trying to get some sort of friction for his clothed dick so you started panting and whimpering and bucking your hips in search of your climax and somehow to have a sort of control over him.
"Y/n" he groan breathlessly "If you do that one more time I'll-" "You'll what? Punish me?" You said also breathlessly "Don't test me, you do not want me to fuck you when I'm angry" "oh, I'm sure I do" with that said he bend you over the meeting table and taking your skirt with your panties with a pull and his pants, without any warning he pump his dick two times and began to tease your folds with his dick. He like it messy so he covered your pussy with his pre-cum while teasing your folds.
"J-Jay" you scream in desesparation wanting him inside you ASAP.
"You will stop being a a fucking bratty princess?"
"Ye-yes I promise! Fuck-I promise"
"Say it properly, princess or else you will not be having my dick inside you"
"Yes Jay omg- I'm gonna be a good princess just for you mmmh j-just fill me up please!" He groan at your pleads and start fucking the shit out of you, he was so angry that you were going to head home with your boyfriend that he just wanted to hear you scream his name.
"you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do."
"Mhhhh a-ah feel-so-good" he was fucking so hard that the only sounds heard in the room were your moans, his low growls and the sound of the table moving.
“ i want to hear you ¿who is making you feel so good, babe." He began to trust you slow but hard until he heard his name
Jay o-onmm only you jay
"I know my little princess can say my name louder than that” he grab your hair for support to fuck you harder.
"Just you Jay can make me feel so full...mmmh please I'm so close... go faster". You whimper while small drops of tears began to form and you didn't even notice that you were crying of pleasure. Your whimpers and moan just turn him even more, he was also so close ar this rate.
He knew you were close too because how hard you began to squeeze his dick, making his hard start to twitch inside your walls.
"good girl—that's a good fucking girl."
"Baby I'm so close p-please cum inside please"
"Mmm, i know baby, you are getting so tight mmm I want you to look at me when I cum inside you" your belly was on fire, tightening as you get closer and closer to cumming, he grab your chin with his hand and began to kiss you in messy way while he reapeted "your mine, only mine" in your mouth. You cum when he began to squeeze both of your boobs, moaning mess under him making him cum from your angelic sounds.
Both trying to get back on earth he start to kiss your face,neck and shoulder to wait for you to calm down from how hard you came.
"Y/n...I'm sorry, please breakup with him...I never stopped loving you, give me a chance to demonstrate you how much I care about you." Jay said while his head rest on the back of your shoulder.
"Hee is not my boyfriend" you breath out Finally confessing your little facade.
"What!?"
"Mr.Park did Ms. L/n finished signing?" Jay's secretary asked behind the door.
"SHE WILL BE RIGHT BACK IN A MOMMENT JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE!" He shout desperately running towards the door to lock it up.
"We will talk about this at my apartment ok?"
You chuckle and you nodded. He gave you a kiss on your fronthead as he immediately search for your skirt and help you put it on back again. Jay grab your panties and save it in his pants pocket. When both were out of the boardroom Hee saw your messy hair and smirked at you knowing what just may had happened in those long 30min of paperwork.
So everyone had headed back home as so did Jay, taking you in his car to his apartment. You both were silent in the car but it wasn't awkward, you felt again, someway,in home.
His apartment was very big, it was a penthouse, so you expected to big very big. It was very luxurious and all the room screamed Jay Park, black marble floor and white walls, everything was so pretty, it was like a dream house.
"Do you like pasta? Let's eat it with red whine.¿what do you think baby?"
"So Mr.Park knows how to cook?"
"When you live alone you need to learn how to cook in order to survive"
"I just saw the restaurant bags with the food Jay"
"But I'm the one who bought them so I made it"
You giggle while he grabs you close to him by your waist and start kissing your neck
"Jay.."
"Y/n let's take a shower"
"Mh?"
"Like when we were kids, ¿remember? I really missed you..."
You nodd so now you both are heading to the bath top, he helps you to take your clothes off and you help him too. He motion his hands p and down to tell you to sit on his lap. He began to scrub your back and while he plant wet kisses over your body, just loving the way you squirm at his touch.
He told you why he was avoiding you and you told him the truth that you always loved him and that you didn't actually fuck with someone until you were 23 and it was your worst experience ever. You both laugh at lame jokes and little stories you didn't know between each other from the time that both of you were separated. He hugged you again when you both didn't have anything more to say "Lets stay like this, forever, y/n...please"
"Of course Jay, I have waited for you all my life" "me too" he began to kiss you so gently and soft, but the action became more lustfull since both of your naked bodies were touching. "Jay let me ride you" you said breathlessly as Jay grab your waist and turn you to face him. You immediately begin to kiss his jaw, sinking his cock inside you, both moaning at the stretch. You kept kissing his face,his neck and then down his chest, leaving little red spots for him to remember that everything that happened this day was not a dream " Y/n I might cum very fast if you keep doing that" "I'm ok with it, just want you to cum inside me" "s-shit why are you so dirty...mmmh not complaining though...I like my princess being so dirty and lustfull for me" he smirks kissing your boobs, you moan his name at the sudden lick in your nipple while one of his hand care for the other bood. He began to touch your clitoris for you to cum fast because your moans were driving him very close to the edge. "Jay f-fuck fill your little princess with your seeds mmmh" "y/n, princess I'll make you feel so full of me, I'm gonna make you only mine, I'll breed you everyday baby, I'll make sure that you're always will be stuffed with my cock " you clenched his cock making him cum all inside you "y/n I love you" and with that you also cum. Now both of you needed a second wash but it was worth it because now you finally have your knight with shiny armor with you by your side.
"Jay, what about our collab, and now that we are together what will we do?"
"Don't worry princess this can be our little secrete."
He was right, it would be to sudden that Mr. Park had a girlfriend who was the CEO who offered him the collab, so both of you will wait a little more of time to tell everyone about the union about the two companies. But he wasn't going to let you go to your apartment ever again, he promised himself to never ever let you you go.
The end
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Notes: I really hope you like it. I also very new here so hope you give this a lot of love and support.
I LOVE YOU WAY TOO MUCH
Pairing:bf!Sunghoon X female reader
Warnings: 🔞sex/kissing/minors not allowed
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It was Saturday and both of you had off day. Usually you're the one who gets up early. But today it was Sunghoon.
He woke up and zoned out for some time but then he started staring at you like he saw you for the first time. He was looking at every part of your face very carefully. The small and straight nose, long lashes, puffy cheeks, a little bit dried lips. They were making Sunghoon fall in love with you more and more. He couldn't handle himself and started covering your face with kisses. Warm and soft kisses from your boyfriend. What could be better for a great morning.
He started kissing your lips. Softly like he was afraid to break them. You woke up and without opening your eyes you answered to his kiss. His lips were sweet as strawberry. You let out a small moan so he can enter your mouth. He started kissing you deeply, playing with your tongue, sometimes biting your lips and making you moan a little. Then he moved to your neck. He covered it with wet kisses and hickeys.
-mmh.... Sunghoon~ah.... - you moaned as he bit your collarbone
-yes my babygirl ?...- he asked and looked in your eyes
-Let's stop it right here - you asked him
-okay...- he sighed and pecked your cheek- I'll make the breakfast - he said as he got up from bed.
Then you went to bathroom and did your morning routine. After you got dressed and went to the kitchen. From far you could smell the pancakes. When you got to the kitchen you sow your boyfriend making breakfast. His attractive shoulders were your favourite part of his body. Without saying anything you back hugged him and nuzzled your face in his neck. Small smirk appeared on his face.
- oooh... Someone's clingy today- he teased not turning to you.
- I just love you way too much- you kissed his neck
- Yah Y/N stoop- he said blushing
- hey someone's shy- you teased him back
- Y/N... I love you way too much too - he said turning to you. Sunghoon hugged your waist and kissed your lips.
- Then if you love me that much will you go on a date with me Mr. Park?
- As you wish ma'am
You went on a movie date and you were sitting at the last seats. Today you were wearing tight short dress. And Sunghoon was staring at it (why only Sunghoon, other boys too hehe)
You were peacefully watching the movie when suddenly Sunghoon felt tighten in his pants.(khm)
* Shit * he mumbled to himself enough for you to hear. You turned to him and it was impossible not to notice it.
- Are you serious right now?- you whispered to him
- You're just to pretty - he said leaning for a kiss but you pulled him away
- hey, what's wrong? - he whined
- Hoon we're not alone
- okay - he was upset. You could tell by his eyes. You two didn't have IT for a month and you wanted too. But you two were busy or it wasn't the right place. So you decided to do that today.
When you came back home Sunghoon still looked sad. So you did the first move.
- Hoon-ah. Come on- you said while hugging his neck and kissing his lips.- you know that I love you. And you know that it's not like I don't want you . Right? - you said moving your kisses to his neck and leaving crimson hickeys.
- Ah Y/N you're playing with fire - he said. Sunghoon lifted you up and took you to the bedroom. Then he put you on the bed and started kissing you roughly. From your lips he moved to your neck then started biting your collarbone. Then he kissed your collarbone as apology. He took off your dress and started to kiss your lips. Then he moved to your boobs and started licking your nipples.
- mmm Sunghoon-ah Don't stop- you moaned as you run your fingers through his hair
- Not Sunghoon but Daddy- he whispered in your ear
After leaving hickeys on your boobs too he moved to your CLIT and started mastrubating it with his tongue. Then he moved to your anal and started kissing and licking
- Did you like it babygirl?- he asked after finishing his job
- yeah-.. - you moaned but were cut off by him
- then get ready for more- he said and took of his boxers. He kissed your lips and got in you roughly.
- AH DADDY IT HURTS- you screamed because of pain
- Shhhh it's okay- he said softly and started to move. After a while you started to moan not because of pain but because of orgasm that he gave you. It was so enjoyable that you started to move with your hips.
- Faster please, Daddy- you screamed
The room was filled with hot air and your moans
He got faster and finished after some time.
He kissed your forehead and laid down next to you
- I love you Y/N
- I love you too
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ceo જ⁀➴ sugardaddy!sunghoon
hoon (rich) sugar daddy x college student
TW: smut undercut ( just tiny little bit )
note ♡ : english isn't my first language so pls correct me and don't be mean. This is also my first time posting on here so pls be kind <3333
sugardaddy!sunghoon: That just wanted to take a break from the workload on his houlders.
sugardaddy!sunghoon: Who went to a new cafe that opened not far away from his building to try the coffee he wanted out.
sugardaddy!sunghoon: Who got there to order but got choked by a beautiful sight ( you )
sugardaddy!sunghoon: who immediatly fell inlove with you after just taking a look at you
sugardaddy!sunghoon: Who couldn't get you out of his head so he ordered some men to come stalk you so that he can get info about you.
sugardaddy!sunghoon: That now has every info he can possibly need like... where you live,who's your family/friends, what you do. Who by the way was very interesting for him. he found out you were a college student a BROKE college student too!
sugardaddy!sunghoon: That randomly bumped into you and made your coffe spill on you. He apologized and told you he wanted to make up for it. So y'al gave each other your number so that he could say a date and " make up " for it.
sugardaddy!hoon: Who finnaly called you to meet up. And bought you a new polo from Ralph Lauren.
You being shocked was an understatement. I mean it's a freakin polo from Ralph Lauren, it'll prob cost you an arm and leg if it was on you.
After that little meet up, you were invited to go meet up again and again and AGAIN.
sugardaddy!hoon: Who knew his plan was working, he was a gentleman and was very nice to you. Brought you things, payed for everything litt everything. From shoes to dresses and dresses to dates and from dates to your college fee's.
sugardaddy!hoon: Who now could make his biggest fantasy come true...
You wanted to thank him for all the things he had done for you. Just because of a coffee he spilled over you once ( that's what you thought ). You wanted to meet up this time, you had a surprise for him. You wore the most expensive dress he bought you and wen to his penthouse.
sugardaddy!hoon: Who had you exactly where he wanted you to be. He wanted you to be his, his and for him only. Nobody could have you but him.
sugardaddy!hoon: who took the pleasure to fill you full of his thick cum that night.
stupid in love - psh (m)
this work contains smut - minors please do not interact
pairing. best friend!sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis. One night early on in your summer vacation, your best friend Sunghoon admits that his biggest anxiety about starting college is going there as a virgin - one thing leads to another, and you end up learning a few things from each other. The more time passes, the more obvious it becomes that your feelings for each other surpass friendship, but with the end of summer looming over your heads, it's hard to tell where these newfound emotions will lead you.
genre. best friends/childhood friends 2 lovers, summer au, lots of fluff and smut but also some angst to spice things up, when i say smut i mean LOTS of smut. like mostly smut lol (mutual first time, ice play, crazy stuff)
word count. 22.1k
a/n. bringing this one back from the pits of my google docs guys.. its been so long since i've posted anything and im not sure when the new hoon fic will be ready so i thought i'd repost an og asahicore fic!!! the title was originally 'hot like ice' but i changed it bc this is my blog and i do what i want <3 i'd also like to say that in terms of plot this is probably not something i would write nowadays, it's very smut-heavy and thats not what im about now idk i was crazy back then... but i rmb being happy w this fic and its reception when i first posted it so i'm happy to have it back on my blog and hope u guys will like it too <3 as always lmk what u think!!
It all started with a lollipop. Well, two, to be exact. One strawberry-flavored, one apple-flavored.
You stand in front of your friend, lollipops in hand. “Which one do you want, Hoon?”
“I don’t mind, just pick whichever one you like best,” he replies absent-mindedly, eyes on the TV as he tries to find a suitable movie for this late summer afternoon.
You plop down on the couch next to him and look at the two lollipops in your hands, unable to decide which flavor you like better. “I don’t know what I feel like right now,” you announce to an uninterested Sunghoon. “I’ll just try both.”
That seems to catch your best friend’s attention. He watches as you unwrap both candies, tasting each once, twice, then as you decide you want the apple-flavored lollipop and hand him the strawberry-flavored one. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your lips as you wrap them and swirl your tongue around the candy, letting its sweetness wash over your taste buds. You raise your eyebrows when you notice his staring and he blinks a couple times, trying to snap himself out of it. “Did you want the other one?” you ask, confused by his behavior.
“N-no, I like strawberry,” he stammers, turning his gaze back to the screen in front of you and settling for ‘When Harry Met Sally,’ a movie you’ve both seen a thousand times but never get bored of.
You’re used to Sunghoon getting lost in his thoughts, so you don’t question it much. You sit back on the couch, your knee touching his. You two are no strangers to a little skinship - after being friends for almost eight years, physical contact comes naturally. You have to admit that recently, it’s started to feel different; but the idea of your friendship changing tugs at your heartstrings so much that you ignore the prickles on your skin when he hugs you or the way your stomach flips when he smiles at you, dimples and sharp canines on display. You tell yourself it’s all stupid and that you can handle so much as your knees touching.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, can't. The lollipop in his mouth right now was in yours mere moments ago and you’d given it to him like sharing saliva was no big deal. He feels like a thirteen year-old for thinking like this, but this was pretty much an indirect kiss.
He stares at the TV screen, but all he can see are your perfect lips sucking that lollipop, and his mind is desperately not trying to go there, but he just cannot help himself. Blood rushes to his dick as he pictures your mouth around him, sucking him off with as much enthusiasm as you are the lollipop. Would you like his taste? Would you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, smiling even with his dick stuffed in your mouth?
His own thoughts catch him off guard, and before they can get any wilder, he runs off to the bathroom, knowing he’d never live it down if you caught a glimpse of his erection. Thankfully, you don’t, and you call after him, asking if he wants you to pause the movie, to which he shouts back a strangled ‘no.’
He comes back ten minutes later, face flushed and breath heavy. “Goddamn, Hoon, I know we’re best friends, but if you’re going to dump a massive load, I wished you did it in your own bathroom and not mine,” you tease him, laughing as his face gets even redder and he opens his mouth to protest.
“I was just on my phone!” he replies, mildly offended.
“Whatever,” you say, still laughing, and turn your attention back to the movie.
Well. Sunghoon would rather have you think he just took a huge shit than have you know he came to the idea of you sucking him off and swallowing every last drop of his cum.
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A few days later, you and Sunghoon are lying on his bed, the both of you on your backs, talking about this and that as you often do. It’s almost 3 a.m., and it feels almost rebellious, being up this late after months of waking up at 6, but your high school graduation was a week ago and you feel like you can do anything. The dim fairy lights you forced him to put up and the bright moon outside are the only sources of light in the room, and when you turn to look at him, you can just make out the outline of his face, the curve of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw. You've looked at him a thousand times before, so your memory makes up for what the light takes away from your eyes. You shift to lying on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can take a better look at your friend. Something about the moonlight makes him look ethereal, and his beauty makes your heart skip a beat, but you’d never admit that to him. Out of habit, you reach out to touch his moles, gently placing your middle finger on his nose and your pointer finger on his cheek. Sunghoon closes his eyes at your touch, used to the warm feeling that settles in his stomach whenever you do that.
“Y/N?” he calls out, just as you pull your fingers away from his moles.
“Yeah?”
He opens his eyes again, meeting yours. “Is there anything you’re scared of for next year? You know, heading off to college and all that?” You shift again and lie on your back, the sides of your two bodies touching. You stare at the ceiling for a while, thinking about his question, and Sunghoon patiently waits for your answer.
“I’m scared about not making friends. I’m not the least outgoing person ever, but it’s so intimidating, not knowing anyone. And it’ll be weird not having you around. Shut up,” you warn before he can make an egotistical remark, so he just chuckles. “I’m also worried about the amount of work I’ll have. I’ve heard so many times that it’s a huge step-up from high school, the workload and the type of work and all that. What if I don’t even like the degree that I chose? I know I can change it, but it still stresses me out. Turning 18 doesn’t feel like a huge deal, but going to college does. It’s when all the responsibility hits. My mom told me to make my own doctor’s appointment the other day, and I almost cried when I had to call them. I’m not gonna have anyone to do my groceries for me. I’m scared I might get an awful roommate. I hate the idea of communal showers. I don’t even know what I want to do after college, and I know I have four years to make up my mind, but I’m scared those four years are gonna flash by and I’ll be indebted and unemployed by the end of it.” You pause to take a breath, and you can feel Sunghoon’s eyes on the sides of your face, but he doesn’t say anything. “Also, I heard that you put on a lot of weight during your freshman year.”
You turn to look at him to find him smiling at you. “Wow. That’s a lot.”
The two of you giggle, eyes not leaving the other’s. After a moment, you turn your gaze back to the ceiling and sigh. “Yeah, I know. But I’m more excited than I am scared. What about you?”
Sunghoon follows your gaze and looks up above him. He doesn’t say anything for a while, and when he finally speaks up, he says it so quietly, you almost don’t hear it. “I’m scared of going to college a virgin.”
You try to stay serious for a few seconds, but you can’t keep your laughter in and snort loudly at your friend’s words, laughing so hard your stomach starts to hurt.
“Don’t make fun of me!” he whines, hands coming up to cover his face.
It takes you a while to calm down; not only was Sunghoon’s statement ridiculous, it was so unexpected that you couldn’t stop laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you apologize, catching your breath. “I just can’t believe that that’s what you’re scared of, of all things.”
“What? It’s a perfectly reasonable concern,” he defends himself.
“Nobody’s gonna care if you’re a virgin, Hoon,” you try to reason with him, but if there is one thing your best friend is, it’s stubborn.
“I’m gonna care! What if I like a girl but I can’t bring myself to make a move on her ‘cause I have no experience?”
“But Hoon, chances are she doesn’t have a lot more experience than you do! She’ll be the same age we are, dummy. We’re not sixteen year-olds jumping into a world of twenty year-olds. Sure, some people have their first time in high school, but a lot do it at university. You’ll be fine,” you reassure. His furrowed eyebrows and pout tell you he’s not fully convinced, though.
“Oh, c’mon! If you really want to lose your virginity before leaving, we can get you laid during the summer. I’m sure we can find a girl nice enough,” you tease, jokingly patting his bicep, trying not to make a note of how firm the skin feels under your hand.
Sunghoon sighs, and you can tell he’s actually taking this seriously. “I’m not that desperate that I’d have sex with the first girl that agrees, you know. I’d still rather do it with someone…” He glances at you for just a second. “Someone I trust.”
You feel your face heat up at the possible meaning behind his words, so you look away, not wanting him to see the effect they had on you. He changes his position on the bed, and now it’s his turn to prop himself up on his elbows and look down at you.
“What about you, Y/N? Don’t you think it’d be good to get a bit of experience before going off to college? It’ll be one less thing to stress about,” he says, a small smirk playing on his lips, and his shy demeanor from moments prior is completely gone. Out of fear that his ego would get even bigger, you'd never tell him, but you love it when he gets like that - when he thinks he’s the shit and teases you mercilessly. You know he does it lightheartedly, and it never fails to bring a smile to your face.
Except right now it does. You’re not smiling, far from it; you’re looking up at your best friend, mouth slightly agape and wide eyes searching for a sign that he may be just joking. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, and your reaction is to scoff at him.
“Do I need to remind you that you’re the reason I have no experience to begin with, Park Sunghoon?” you ask, sitting up on the bed to peer down at him. He shifts again and lays on his back, his hands coming up behind his head as he beams at you.
“Am I really?”
You wish you could slap that shit-eating grin off of his face. This is not the first time you're having this conversation. “Yes, Hoon. Every time a guy was even remotely interested in me, you chased them away. I’m still not over you telling Kang Taehyun I have smelly feet! I had a huge crush on that guy!”
Sunghoon loudly laughs at the memory, and you curse yourself for cracking a smile when you see his face scrunched in laughter. “That was in Year 5, Y/N! It’s been years!”
You grab a pillow and throw it at his head, unable to not laugh along with him. “What about Bang Yedam, then? That was only last year, and you totally ruined my chances with him!”
“Listen, if you having a creepy doll collection is enough to make him not ask you out, then he must not have liked you that much.”
“But I don’t have a creepy doll collection! That’s the whole point!” you say, on the brink of desperation. You sigh at your friend who’s still catching his breath from laughing so much. “You’re just lucky they didn’t repeat your bullshit to anyone. I would’ve had such a weird reputation otherwise.”
“Of course they didn’t. I told them I’d kill them if they did,” he stated matter-of-factly, as if that was a normal and appropriate thing to do.
“Couldn’t you have threatened them that way so they wouldn’t ask me out instead of lying to them about me?”
Sunghoon stares at you for a few seconds, eyes seemingly empty of thought. “Huh. Yeah, I guess I could’ve done that.”
“Ugh,” you groan, and plop down on the bed next to him. Neither of you says anything for some time, until you break the silence again. “You know you even stole my first kiss, Hoon,” you speak softly.
“I know,” he says, voice just as quiet as yours. “You never shut up about it.”
“Why would I? I was about to kiss Lee Heeseung, of all people, the boy everybody, including me, had a crush on, but no, someone had to get between us and kiss me in his stead,” you grumble, giving your friend a harsh side-eye.
Sunghoon sighs and shakes his head as if you’re being irrational. “I don’t get why you’re so hung-up on that. Why would you want your first kiss to be because of a middle-school party dare rather than have it with your best friend, whom you know and trust?”
“It was Lee Heeseung, for God’s sake!”
“And I’m Park Sunghoon!”
Still both laying on your backs, you turn your heads to look at each other. There’s something in his eyes you’ve never seen before that you can’t quite put your finger on. The person in front of you is one you’ve known for years now and yet the look in his eyes is of such unfamiliar intensity that it makes your stomach flip. You inhale sharply when his eyes drift down to your lips, and you can’t help but mirror his actions. The atmosphere has flipped like a light switch; it was playful just mere seconds ago, the sound of your usual banter filling up the room. All of a sudden, there’s something heavy dancing in the air around you, and it makes your heart skip a bit faster and your breath a bit shallower.
Your voice is barely above a whisper when you say his name.
“Yeah?” His eyes snap back up to yours, but you're still stuck on his lips. Have they always looked so kissable?
“Why did you do that? Why did you push those boys away from me?” you ask, even though you’ve asked this question a thousand times before. You want to hear his answer again.
“I’ve already told you. You deserved better than them.” Whenever you ask him about it, Sunghoon always stops here, and you never push. But there are unspoken words left hanging that you’re dying to hear.
“Who, then? Who’d be better than them?”
He's quiet for a second. “It’s a secret,” he whispers finally, a small smirk teasing his lips, and you roll your eyes at him. But then your eyes meet again and your breath hitches. You shift to your side so you can face him more fully, and he mirrors your actions.
It’s his turn to say your name. “Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you kissed anyone since?” he asks, coming off shyer than he’d intended to.
You giggle and smack his shoulder lightly. “Why do you wanna know?”
He snickers too and, to your surprise, stops your fist from hitting him a second time, enveloping his larger hand around yours and laying it between the two of you on the bed. “Cause I should know that sorta thing. Also, if you did kiss someone since then, and I didn’t know about it, I'd be upset.”
“Why would you be mad?” you say, still giggling, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat quickens when he threads your fingers with his.
“Because you wouldn’t have told me!”
“Well…”
“No way, Y/N,” he practically shouts, already feeling betrayed, his free hand coming up to grip his heart in fake shock.
“Let me at least finish first,” you protest. He obliges, although he doesn't look very happy about it. “You know that summer 2 years ago I went away to camp?”
“Yeah, worst summer ever.”
“Well, I did sort of… get with someone, that summer,” you say, avoiding Sunghoon’s wide eyes as he gasps loudly.
“What? Who with? How come you didn't tell me?” he exclaims, letting go of your hand. He sits up on the bed and crosses his arms over his chest like an annoyed child.
“Because of this exactly.”
“What’s this?”
“Your reaction right now!” you say, sitting up as well, both of your knees grazing his. The simple touch sends a shiver down your spine that you can only hope he takes no notice of.
“Wouldn’t you be a bit upset if I told you I ‘got with’,” he air-quotes, “a random girl two years ago?”
“No? Especially not if it was two years ago?”
You both look just as confused as the other, obviously not on the same wavelength. He furrows his eyebrows and glares at you. “Well, I am.”
You throw your head back in laughter and place your hands on his knees, but when you come forward again, you overestimate the distance between the both of you and find yourself mere inches from his face. The laughter immediately dies in your throat, and you feel it go dry when your stunned reaction elicits a smirk from him. You don’t know how long you stare into his eyes, all you know is you snap out of it when his gaze drifts down to your lips once more. You’re closer now than you were before, and having him so close makes your mind spin with all the possible outcomes of such proximity. You lean back on the bed, pulling away your hands from his knees to hold yourself up on them.
“There’s no reason to,” you say, hoping that breaking the silence will dissipate some of the tension in the air. You keep going back and forth between familiar and dangerous and you don’t know how long you’ll be able to handle that atmosphere. “It’s not like anything grand happened. We made out a bit and held hands. We never spoke after that summer, otherwise you’d have known about it.”
Sunghoon lets out a low hum. His eyes are still trained on yours, and you wished he’d look away because you can’t seem to do it yourself. He still doesn’t say anything, so you speak up again. “You say that like you’ve never had girlfriends, by the way. Surely you’ve done more than just kissing.” Silence again, and you can’t decipher the look he’s giving you. “So, I don’t know what you’re so scared about, because it’s not like you have zero experience. I’m sure the girls at uni will love you, Hoon.”
He sighs and finally tears his eyes away from yours, and you’re not sure if you’re seeing things because of how dark and late it is or if there’s an actual blush creeping on his cheeks. “Sure, I’ve had a couple girlfriends, but you know they’ve never lasted long,” he says, looking down at his lap. “We made out… I guess I-” he gives you a quick glance, “I’ve touched their boobs and they’ve touched my… you know…”
You can’t help but giggle at how shy your friend is suddenly being. “Can’t even say the word ‘penis’, Hoon?,” you tease, and his eyes snap back up at yours.
“Of course I can. Penis! There.” You look at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, Sunghoon hushing you so you don’t wake up his parents, but his hushes are louder than your laugh. After a couple minutes, you calm down and wipe your tears away, grateful for the break in the tension between you and Sunghoon.
“Anyway, yeah, I guess I don’t have that much experience. Which is why I brought it up in the first place.” And just as quickly as it’d left, the tension is back again.
You look around the room because the weight of Sunghoon’s gaze on your face is unbearable. You release a shaky breath when you feel his gentle hand on your knee, and your eyes drift to it, but you can’t get yourself to look him straight in the eyes.
“Don’t you think it’d be good to get experience before leaving for college, Y/N?” he asks, and you can tell he’s trying to sound confident, but his voice comes out breathier and shakier than he must intend it to.
“I don’t know… I don’t think it’s necessary,” you say, eyes still trained on his hand resting on your knee. He squeezes it a bit, making you finally look up at him. Is it just you, or did the room get hotter all of a sudden?
“Not everything you do has to be out of necessity, you know.”
The both of you stare at each other for a few moments. This shift in your relationship was bound to happen; you’d been feeling it more and more recently. You didn’t use to think twice about Sunghoon taking your hand in his, nor did you feel those stupid butterflies eating away at your stomach every time his gaze lingered for a second too long. You’d tried to reason with yourself that it was just teenage hormones doing their stupid job, and that you were doomed to feel some kind of attraction for your extremely handsome best friend at some point in your life, but that if you ignored it hard and long enough it would go away.
Well, now that Sunghoon’s lips are barely inches away from yours and your skin is on fire under his hand, it definitely isn’t going away.
“What would you do if I kissed you?” Sunghoon asks, eyes fluttering down to your lips. You think he’s looked at your lips more than the rest of your face in the past hour.
“I’d slap you,” you lie, gaze mirroring his.
“Would you really?” he says, and your hesitation makes him smirk slightly.
“No,” you breathe out, and it’s the answer he’s been waiting for, the answer he needs to finally press his soft lips against yours.
You don’t even have the time to savor the moment, though, because the warmth of his lips is gone as quickly as it came. He pulls back, a surprised look in his eyes, as if he can’t believe what he just did. The tension above you breaks and rains down on you like small pieces of confetti that settle comfortably on your head and shoulders. There’s a knot in your stomach but instead of twisting your insides in nervousness, it feels warm and makes you giddy for what’s to come next. Sunghoon’s surprised expression transforms into a grin at the sound of your laughter, and he can’t help but chuckle along with you.
You scooch closer to him, and his other hand comes to rest on your second knee. You can tell he’s not going to do much more, so you lean in bit by bit, and peck him softly on the lips. You both giggle again and you blame the fact that you want to feel his lips on yours again on the late hour of the night. You peck his lips once, twice more, giggling inbetween, but when you peck them a third time, he doesn’t let you pull away and keeps his lips on yours. The sudden added strength takes you aback, but it doesn’t take you long to yield to his touch and kiss him back.
Sunghoon moves his lips slowly against yours and it’s surprisingly easy to fall into his rhythm. You don’t have the most experience with kissing, but something about doing it with your best friend reassures you and your whole body relaxes as you focus on the feeling of his lips moving in cadence with yours. The knot in your stomach stays there and tightens when his hands ride up your thighs and settle on your hips, holding you snugly there. You’re only wearing shorts and his palms against your bare skin make you release a shaky breath in Sunghoon’s mouth. You pull back for a bit, surprised at your own reaction, but nothing has prepared you for the way your best friend looks at you.
His pupils are dilated, dark; his glossed-over eyes bore right into yours. Your breath was already shallow from the kiss, but it’s his gaze that renders you completely breathless. Sunghoon tightens his grip on your hips and leans in for more, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him, making his eyes snap back into focus.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what took over me. Are you okay?” he asks, as short of breath as you are, but worry laced in his voice.
“No- Yes- I mean, yes, I’m fine, everything’s fine, I just-” you shake your head, trying to gather your thoughts. “I’m just…”
“Tell me. You can tell me,” he says, rubbing gentle circles into your hips with his thumb, and the unfamiliar yet intimate gesture makes it even harder to concentrate.
“We- we’re best friends, right?” you ask, voice trembling, You ask, even though you know the answer, just because you’re afraid the line the two of you have just crossed is already miles behind you, and you won’t be able to retrace your steps.
“Yeah, of course we are,” Sunghoon reassures, head tilting to the side in confusion.
“And best friends… Do they… Well, it’s normal for best friends to kiss, right?” you say, trying to calm the overpowering urge to kiss him again.
Sunghoon chuckles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t know about that, Y/N.”
“Oh,” you breathe.
Sunghoon quickly catches on to your hesitation. “But who cares about what best friends usually do and don’t do?” he says, holding your face between his hands to make you look up at him. “I liked kissing you, just now. I really, really liked it,” he admits, red dusting his cheeks. “Did you?”
You nod, too shy to put just how much you enjoyed kissing Sunghoon into words. “Do you want to do it again?” he asks and chuckles when you nod again, eyes already on his lips. This time, you don’t stop him when he leans in and let him press his lips to yours again. His words have reassured you and you sigh into his mouth, making him smile into the kiss.
His hands ride up a bit and settle on your waist, bringing you a bit closer to him, and you circle your arms around his neck. The shyness of the first kiss is completely gone, and you’re both gaining more and more confidence, letting everything go and focusing solely on where your bodies meet. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and you push your body onto his, a sudden need to feel him against you, to feel his strong arms encaging you.
You pull away at the same time to catch your breaths, smiling at each other when you see how lustful the other’s expression is. Sunghoon’s eyes have glossed over once more, and you’re sure yours have too. “C’mere,” he whispers, beckoning you to him. You climb onto his lap, one knee on each side of his hips. “Is this okay?” he asks, but you don’t answer, you just lean in and kiss him again, holding his face in your hand as his hands roam your back over the thin fabric of your t-shirt. Your kisses are curious, the both of you trying to figure out what feels best as you tilt your heads from one side to the other and let your inquisitive hands travel each other’s bodies. Yours find purchase in his hair, and you revel in the sighs that escape his lips whenever you pull and tug at the strands.
As the kiss gets hungrier and needier, his hands fall down to your lower back, and then to your ass. He just cups it for a while, but after a few moments, grabs it harder and brings you close to him, making your core rub against the hardness that had been building in his sweatpants for a while now. The friction is unexpected and you can’t help the loud moan leaving your lips at the feeling. It’s a feeling you know from your own hand in the privacy of your dark room, but Sunghoon making you feel that way is so foreign that it snaps you out of the daze you’re in.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, was that too much?” Sunghoon scrambles for words, but you’re already pulling away, and he doesn’t know what to do to keep you close.
You sit back on the bed, holding your knees close to your chest. You look at your best friend in front of you who’s looking at you with a worried expression. Something in you craves to reach a hand out to him, to feel his cheeks and jawline under your palms again, to find out if he’d shiver at your touch and if goosebumps would form on his skin. He’s been your best friend for eight years, and you’ve always thought you knew everything about him, the same way he’s supposed to know everything about you. But you realize in this moment that there are things you don’t yet know, melodies to be discovered, treasures to be unearthed. Your fingertips are burning to find them all.
The sound of your name resonates inside your mind and it takes you everything not to fall back on him again. You furrow your eyebrows, confused by all those things you’re feeling. What was it that just took over you, that lit your insides up so?
You straighten your back suddenly and take in your surroundings. Sunghoon’s room is still the same old room you’ve always known, the same blue walls, the same posters he only ever changes when he finds a new interest and lets go of an old one. The same pictures from when you were 10, 12, 15, recent ones now that you’re 18; the same figure skating trophies and medals on his shelves. You turn to look at your best friend. The same soft, round cheeks contrasted by a sharp jaw; the same almond eyes, round with worry at your sudden movement away from him; the same two moles you’ve always found so comforting, for some reason. You almost reach out to touch them, to give you some sense of balance, to reassure you that things aren’t changing as much as it feels like they are. But you’re scared electricity might fry your fingers if you touch him right now. You’re scared you won’t be able to take your fingers off of him, no matter how much it stings. His face is the same as always before, but there’s something else to it, something you could probably figure out if you spent more than three seconds thinking about it, but you’re not sure you want to figure it out.
“Is everything okay? Did- Did I do something wrong?” he asks, voice laced with concern.
Before he can put a reassuring hand on your knee, you get off of the bed, and hurriedly say, “No. I just- I think I should go home.” You look everywhere but at him.
He sits up at your words, concern turned into confusion. “It’s 3 a.m., Y/N, why do you want to go home all of a sudden? You’ve stayed over plenty of times before.”
“I know, I just…” you trail off, trying to come up with an excuse. “I’ve got cramps. I think my period’s coming,” you lie. It’s better than whatever truth is threatening to bubble up.
“Oh. Right.” He scooches a bit, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Is there anything- like- can I do anything?” He sighs, steadies himself. “You don’t have to go, is what I’m trying to say.”
A few months ago, when you had finally wrapped your head around the fact that your best friend was an attractive man and that he made you feel things friends weren’t supposed to make you feel, you’d told yourself it was all just a phase that would pass soon. But feelings this strong surely cannot go away that easily.
You take a deep breath in and tear your eyes away from him. “I think I should go home,” you repeat. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Hoon.”
You turn around and start walking away, but Sunghoon is quick on his feet and stops you from going out the door. “Do you actually have cramps? Or are you just scared that our friendship might change?” He sounds out of breath, like asking this question is taking him all of his energy.
You avert his gaze and try to push past him, but he’s much stronger than you. Puberty sure played its trick on him. You sigh and look down at your feet. “I’m tired, Hoon, let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
But if there is one thing your best friend is, it’s stubborn. “I don’t wanna talk about it tomorrow. I wanna talk about it now. Did it feel nice?” he asks, and his resolute tone of voice makes you look up at him.
“I- I mean-”
“Y/N,” he starts, wrapping his arms around you and leaning in a bit, his familiar scent filling your nostrils. You have to close your eyes. “Answer me. Did it feel good?”
“Yes,” you answer without thinking.
“Is that why you’re scared?”
“Yes.” Your eyes flutter open when you feel his fingers graze your cheek. He leans in again and traps your kiss in a much softer and intimate kiss that makes your head spin and your thoughts cloud. Before you can get carried away, you pull away again, and ignore how beautiful he looks when his eyes stay closed for a couple of seconds longer. He only opens them once you tell him once again you should go home, that you need some time to think.
“Let me at least walk you there. It’s dark,” he pleads, his grip on your waist still tight.
“Hoon, I live right next door, I’ll be fine.” You let him kiss you once more and he makes you promise to call or text him tomorrow.
When you leave, Sunghoon plops back down on his bed, arm resting on his forehead as he plays back the events of the night. Had he done something wrong? Something that made you want to get as far away from him as quickly as possible? He’d tried to be gentle and to make sure you were okay with everything, but he couldn’t help but get carried away when he heard those sweet sighs of yours. He thought he was going to combust when he heard you moan, and he wanted to hear it over and over again, but you’d jumped from him like he’d told you he had killed someone.
He hopes you were telling the truth when you said you were just scared about your friendship changing. He hadn’t wanted to push and get you to stay; he knew it was weird, seeing each other in a different light all at once. He wasn’t completely oblivious; he’d felt that same shift in your relationship those past few months, just like you had, although you’d never spoken about it to each other. He knew he could never go back to seeing you as just a friend when he’d jerked off one day and you were all he could think of. He kept imagining the sounds you’d make and the way your hands would feel on him, and he’d gotten so close to getting that today, but he must’ve fucked something up and now his chances were ruined. He curses himself for letting you slip through his fingers just when he thought he finally had you.
You don’t get a wink of sleep that night. Your mind is reeling with everything that happened in Sunghoon’s room. Your fingers unconsciously keep coming up to touch your lips and feel the ghost of his touch there. Your skin turns hot at the simple thought of how perfect his lips had felt against yours, and you toss and turn in your bed as you consider what might’ve been, had you stayed with Sunghoon.
But it’s all happening too quickly, and even though you’ve been curious in more ways than one about your best friend for the past few months, you hadn’t expected to kiss him and to enjoy it so much on a random summer night. Your thoughts only seem to calm down and your eyes finally close just as the sun starts to rise.
--
The next day, Sunghoon wakes up in the early hours of the afternoon and checks his phone right away. A couple of notifications, but nothing from you. A text from Jake in their group chat with Jay asking to hang out at Sunghoon’s pool, to which he replies that they can come whenever. He taps a quick one out in the shower, memories of your scent and your lips on his getting him to finish quicker than he’d like to admit. He’s in the middle of a late breakfast when Jake and Jay spawn at his door, swimming trunks already on. Still nothing from you.
It doesn’t take Jay and Jake long to figure out that something is up with their best friend. It’s not like he does much usually, but today especially, he makes no effort to entertain them. He laughs at their jokes, but it feels like he laughs because he hears other people laughing rather than because he genuinely finds them funny. He barely even reacts when the inflatable pool ball hits him right in the face.
His friends don’t say anything until they’re all seated at a table by the pool, sipping on some ice-cold Coke. The air is still warm but the sun is low in the sky, hidden behind the house. Sunghoon is still lost in his thoughts, unblinking eyes fixed on a random point in the distance. Jay and Jake exchange a look before the former breaks the silence.
“Is everything alright, Hoon? You look out of it today.”
Jay’s voice brings him back to the here and now, and his eyes jump back and forth between his two friends who are looking at him expectantly. “Huh? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” he says, leaving some of the truth out, but his friends know him better than he gives them credit for.
“Are you sure? I feel like there’s something you’re not telling us. You usually act like a little bitch when you’re tired, you don’t get all…,” Jake shakes his hand in front of his face, “distant like that.”
Sunghoon bites his lip, debating whether he should tell his friends about you or not. No matter how stupid they may be, they also know both of you quite well, so they might prove not completely useless, he thinks.
“Y/N and I kissed last night.”
It’s almost comical, how Jay and Jake bring their head forward in astonishment, how wide their mouth gets, how their eyes look like they might pop out of their sockets, and how they say “You what?!” at the same time. On a normal day, Sunghoon would've laughed.
“We kissed,” Sunghoon repeats, eyes drifting down to the ground in front of him as he rubs his neck in embarrassment.
“Fucking finally!” Jay exclaims.
“Told you it was gonna happen. No way you two were going to stay just besties forever,” Jake teases, punching Sunghoon in the arm. “How was it?”
Sunghoon sighs and leans back in his chair, letting his head hang back. “Really fucking amazing,” he chuckles. His friends holler for him, snickering like 12-year old boys who just saw a hot girl walk past.
“God, I saw this coming from miles away. I don’t know why you kept on insisting nothing was gonna happen between you two,” Jake says, beaming.
“I really didn’t think anything would… I just… Started seeing her differently recently, I guess.” Sunghoon shrugs, sheepishly smiling to himself.
“So, what happened? Did you guys just kiss or…?” Jay asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Jake giggles at the insinuation of sex but has a curious glint in his eyes when he waits for Sunghoon’s answer.
“Yeah, um, we just kissed cause she- she sort of ran away?” Sunghoon admits, wincing at the recollection.
“You what?!” Chaeyong’s voice rings out in the food court of the mall where you’re currently sitting, halfway through your strawberry milkshake.
“Keep it down, would you?!” you scold her, smiling apologetically to the people staring at you and your friend.
“If it was so good, why the hell did you run away, Y/N?”
“I just- I don’t know… Freaked out, I guess…” you mumble, cowering under the harsh look she gives you.
“Well, have you talked since?” You don’t reply, just guiltily avoid her gaze. “Y/N!”
“I know, I know! I just… don’t know what to do. ‘Hey, nice making out with you last night, bit weird since we’ve been best friends since we were 11, but that’s fine, right?’ Ugh! That’s so stupid,” you complain, flopping back in your chair.
“That’s exactly what you should say. Going MIA on him will just make things weirder. Plus you’ve never gone more than 24 hours without speaking so one of you will eventually cave in. It should be you,” she says, looking at you with a raised eyebrow as she takes a sip from her milkshake.
You scoff when she gives you a ‘you know I’m right’ look. “I’ll think about it on the way home and text him. There.”
And you do think about it on the way home; but you don’t get the opportunity to send the text, because as soon as you get off the bus at the stop right across from your house, you see Sunghoon sitting on the bench of your porch, looking around nervously and rubbing his hands on his denim shorts. You chuckle to yourself; who knew he got so distressed from not speaking to you for a day?
He stands up when he sees you approaching and raises his hand in a quick wave. “Hi, Hoon,” you greet, and you can feel his whole body relax when you hug him. So, you don’t hate him, he thinks. You sit down on the bench together. “Sorry I didn’t text you. I didn’t know what to say after… last night,” you admit, hugging your knees to your chest as you sit facing him.
“Yeah, I figured,” he chuckles, smiling shyly at you. “I was scared you’d never want to see me again.”
You look at him with wide eyes, mildly offended, and punch his arm. “How could you think that?!”
“Well, you did sort of run away from me last night,” he says, lightly punching your arm in return.
You tut in defeat. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Yeah. I’m just glad you didn’t walk past me straight into your house just now.”
You chuckle and rest your head on top of your knees. “That would’ve been a bit much, even for me.”
Sunghoon lets out a puff of air through his nose in response, and then the two of you sit in silence. You’re contemplating what to do next when your friend pulls you from your thoughts. “Should we, um…” He shuts his eyes tightly in reflection for a second before opening them again and looking straight at you. “Should we just pretend like last night didn’t happen? Would that make you feel more comfortable?”
His words take you aback and your eyes widen a bit; you hadn’t even thought pretending nothing happened last night was an option, because you didn’t think you’d ever be able to actually get it out of your head. Even now, if you stare at Sunghoon for too long, your gaze will naturally drift downwards or you’ll get a flashback of his large hands around your waist. But apparently, if he can offer to pretend like the previous night wasn’t a thing, then it must not have been such a huge deal to him. You quickly try to hide your disappointment and nod at your friend. “Right. Yeah. Sure.”
Silence makes its way between you two again. It makes the late afternoon breeze a bit chillier and the physical distance between you and Sunghoon feel much bigger than it actually is. Wanting it to go away quickly, you ask, “Do you wanna watch a movie, then?”
Sunghoon’s never looked so relieved about watching a movie, and he immediately accepts your offer. You get some popcorn ready while he searches for a movie to watch. He clicks on a horror movie that looks like it’s got a cliché storyline and awful acting, but you’re happy for any sort of distraction when Sunghoon is sitting so close to you.
You and Sunghoon always sit close-by when you watch something together, knees and shoulders brushing against each other. Tonight isn’t any different, except that your skin burns everywhere it touches his. You can smell the faint scent of chlorine in his hair, and it’s so intoxicating you want to bury your face there and breathe it in.
You’re thirty minutes into the movie and still nothing’s happened when Sunghoon puts his arm around you, letting his hand hang over your shoulder. The sudden warm contact makes you take a sharp intake of breath as memories of the previous night come flooding once again. You don’t know what you were expecting, but Sunghoon simply rests his hand there and doesn’t do anything more for another thirty minutes, except for squeezing your shoulder when there’s a small jumpscare, making you chuckle at him. This isn’t much more than what you’re used to with him, but knowing your friend, he must be thinking the ball is in your court. So you scooch a bit closer into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, the scent of his skin even stronger now that your nose is so close to his neck. You feel his chest raise and relax as he sighs deeply and tightens his hold around your shoulders. His small reactions to you spur you on and you decide to wrap an arm around his waist and you feel him flinch oh-so-slightly at your touch in such a sensitive spot. He starts to rub circles into your shoulder and rests his head on top of yours, and your whole body relaxes into his. This is so much more than what you’re used to with him; and yet, you so readily melt under his touch.
You can barely focus on the movie because of how close Sunghoon is. When a particularly scary ghost jumps on the screen, you flinch and hide your face in his neck, and he giggles at your reaction, hand coming up to stroke your hair comfortingly. It only takes you a few seconds to realize what position you’re in, and you release a shaky breath as you slowly lift your head towards Sunghoon, only to find him already looking at you, seemingly having had that same realization. When his eyes drift down to your lips, you know you’re done for.
You call out his name, and he’s already answered ‘Yes?’ before you’ve had time to finish uttering the second syllable. “I don’t think I want to pretend last night never happened,” you admit, holding his waist a bit tighter.
“Good. Me neither,” he breathes out before leaning down and trapping your lips in his, the kiss releasing all your pent-up frustration of the day. The world seems to melt away with his lips on yours, the movie already long forgotten. Sunghoon pulls you into his lap and you slide your palms up from his waist, against his chest and to his shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing your body closer to his. His hands are sitting on your hips, fingers lightly pressing into them and your lower back. Now that you both seem to know what you want, it’s so easy, just falling into this kiss.
His tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip and you gladly open your mouth for him, letting his tongue explore it. You haven’t kissed someone like this in ages, maybe ever, but Sunghoon takes the lead and effortlessly gets you to follow his rhythm. When a flick of his tongue against yours feels particularly nice, you arch your back and press your chest into his, making him smirk into the kiss. This time, when he brings your hips down onto his, letting you feel his erection against your clothed core, the feeling doesn’t make you want to run away; instead, you want to feel it again and again.
You fall into a nice pace of rubbing yourself against him, eliciting hushed moans and loud breaths from the both of you. You can’t concentrate on kissing him and grinding down on him at the same time, so you drop your head down to bury your face in his neck, leaving a few pecks there but mostly moaning against his skin, enjoying how your hot breaths make him shiver.
You can’t keep a whine from escaping your lips when he bucks his hip into yours and his tip brushes directly against your covered clit, instantly bringing a hand up to your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes. “I know we gotta keep quiet ‘cause of your parents but the sounds you’re making are so fucking pretty. I wanna hear them over and over again.” His words make you whimper against his neck and you feel your slick starting to pool in your panties.
“H-hoon. This feels so good,” you moan, breathing warmly against the shell of his ear.
“I know, right? Feels so good,” he chuckles, hands grabbing at your ass to bring you harder down onto him. His actions are about to elicit another moan from you when, all of a sudden, a loud jumpscare in the movie makes you jump away from the boy underneath you and yelp in fear, which in turn makes him scream in surprise. You look at each other, panting and eyes open wide, hands clutching at your hearts, until you burst into laughter. The fun moment is short-lived, however, as your mom rushes down the stairs not ten seconds later, frantically asking if everything is alright.
You sit up straight at the sight of your mother and clear your throat. You’re thankful for the dark of the room which hides your and Sunghoon’s swollen lips and flushed faces from her view. “Sorry, mom, we were just watching a scary movie. We’re fine.” She sleepily nods and walks back up the stairs, and when she’s back in her room, Sunghoon and you exchange a look and erupt into another fit of smaller, quieter giggles.
That night, after Sunghoon’s gone home, the both of you get yourselves off in your own beds, the strong memory of each other’s lips and hands bringing you both to your releases. Without even realizing it, you moan out Sunghoon’s name as your orgasm hits. The window from your room doesn’t face his; but still, your heart is beating so loudly that you’re afraid the sound might carry from your open window to his. You get up and close it.
--
Now that you and Sunghoon both know you want to kiss each other, you do it everywhere: in his pool, his back pressed against the wall; on the sunchairs when you were supposed to be drying off; on your beds in the middle of the night, none of your parents or siblings suspicious of anything; in front of your house, because even though he was supposed to just walk you home, he couldn’t keep himself from tasting you one last time; in the backseat of his car after an evening with your friends and he drove you two home.
You spend a good two weeks of just kissing before your body starts to crave something more. At some point, Sunghoon’s hands resting nicely on your waist or sometimes, if he’s feeling bold, grabbing at your ass, start to not be enough anymore. You knew you wouldn’t be satisfied with just kisses and sweet touches when one day, his hands slowly but surely slid up your naked belly before grabbing onto your bikini-clad breast, lighting your whole body up on fire. He’d slipped his hand underneath your swimming top and rolled your nipple between two fingers and you had felt his dick twitch under your core when you let out a loud moan at the new yet so pleasurable feeling.
You know what it is that you want, but it makes you feel dirty. Your fingers have made you finish a hundred times before, but wanting Sunghoon to make you feel that way is a whole other story. Is that even what he wants? Would he be weirded out if you asked him about it? Is there even the sliver of a chance that maybe, just maybe, he has those same thoughts about you, and wants you to make him feel good as much as he wants to make you feel good?
If his grunts and the way he ruts into you when your make-out sessions get particularly steamy are any indication, then the answer to those questions would respectively be yes, no, and yes.
You’re lying on a sunbed one afternoon, letting the sun dry off your wet skin from the pool, when you finally muster the courage to tell Sunghoon about your wishes. After all, he is your best friend, and you know you can talk to him about anything. Even when that ‘anything’ involves his fingers inside of you and his dick in your mouth.
“Sunghoon?” you call out, turning your head to look at your best friend. He’s bathing in the sunlight without a care in the world. His skin has tanned a bit since summer started three weeks ago and his muscles are even more defined after all that swimming and working out he’s been doing. You want to reach out a hand, to feel the taut skin of his abs and chest under your palms, and to maybe then slide your hand down until you feel his hard-on underneath his swimming trunks. Your chairs aren’t far apart and you could do it from where you are, but you’d rather ask him first.
“Yeah?” he answers without turning towards you.
You take a deep breath in before you start talking again. “You know how you said it could be good for us to get… experience before going to college… And how we’ve been kissing these past couple weeks…”
“Yeah, I know,” he chuckles.
“Well… people do more than just kissing, right?” you ask, voice slightly shaky. This seems to pique his interest as he turns to look at you.
“Yeah?”
You hope you’re not just imagining the enthusiastic tone in his voice. “I think… I think we should try that too, don’t you think?” you ask, eyes not leaving his as he sits up on his chair and turns his knees towards you, fully facing you now.
“Yeah, I agree. I completely agree.” He stares at you for a few moments as if in disbelief. “Do you want to- Should we- Let’s go up to my room, yeah?” he offers, standing up and reaching his hand out to you. You gladly take it.
You and Sunghoon are a giggling mess as you practically run up the stairs, unable to get to his room quick enough. As soon as the door is closed behind you, you wrap your arms around each other, your lips finding his immediately as he walks you back to his bed. When you feel the back of your knees hit it, you detach yourself from him and lay on it, elbows holding you up as you look up at him expectantly.
“Fuck,” he whispers, leaning in to hover over you. He traps your lips in a short but sweet kiss before pulling back and murmuring against your lips, “Have I ever told you how pretty you are, Y/N?”
You beam at his words but decide to tease anyway. “You always go on and on about how pretty you are, but never about me.”
He giggles and pecks your lips again. “Well, I’m telling you now. You’re gorgeous.” You kiss him to hide your flustered face, pulling him so close to you he’s practically laying on top of you. Your hands are a bit more curious than usual, your kisses hungrier, the both of you anticipating what’s to come.
You grind against each other, the feeling of his erection against your barely covered core enough to send your mind into a frenzy. You forget everything around you when you feel Sunghoon pull back in the slightest, far enough so that he can look at your face and gauge your reactions but not too much that you still feel his hot breath on your lips. One of his hands is holding the back of your head as the other travels downwards, stopping for a second on your breast to massage it lightly before continuing its journey. It ever-so-slightly brushes against your core, making you buck your hips up into his touch, but his hand is already gone leaving you whining and pouting and him chuckling at your cute reaction. “You want it that bad, huh?” he teases.
You scoff, not wanting to let your friend know the effect he has on you. You press your palm against his clothed erection and he hisses at the unexpected contact. “So do you, Hoon.”
When he presses his lips to yours again, you both smile into the kiss. You cup his jaw and tangle your fingers through his hair, and his hand slips from under your head and joins his other hand on your thigh, grabbing at both of them, fingers slightly digging in your skin. He’s so, so close to where you want him most, and he seems to have noticed your growing impatience by the way you squirm underneath him. Seeing you so needy for him only makes him needier for you; he has more experience than you, so you probably expect him to take the lead, but the truth is, he has no idea what the fuck he’s doing.
“Y/N?” he murmurs, face buried in your neck as he leaves a trail of wet kisses there.
“Yeah?”
“What do you want me to do?”
The question takes you a bit by surprise. You pull away to look at your friend. His eyes are completely glossed-over, and yours are probably the same. “Oh. I don’t know. I just… want you to touch me, I guess,” you say, voice a bit quiet.
“I don’t know how to do that,” he admits sheepishly. He kisses your neck and cheeks before pecking your lips. “Could you- could you show me? How you do it? And I can show you how I do it?”
You take a second to take his words in. Was he suggesting that you touch yourself in front of him, and that he do the same?
This was like a dream come true.
“Yeah, sure.”
Sunghoon giggles in response, and you can’t help but crack a smile too, even though the idea of getting yourself off in front of your friend, no matter how appealing, is still a bit nerve-wracking. “You first,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you roll your eyes at him.
You sit back against the headboard of the bed and slip a hand underneath your swim bottom, the other hand coming up to cover your eyes in an attempt to escape Sunghoon’s heavy, lustful gaze. “None of that. I wanna see you,” he says, pulling your hand away from your eyes and resting it on a pillow next to you. “And if you keep these on, I won’t be able to see anything,” he says, looking down at your bikini top.
Before you can protest, he comes to sit on his knees in front of you, kissing your neck and letting his hands roam your back. “I wanna see all of you.” It’s so easy, untying your string bikini, he almost thinks you wore it on purpose for him to take it off. You avoid his gaze as he takes your top off of you, leaving you half-naked in front of him. “So pretty,” he whispers, and you can’t help but look at him, slick pooling between your legs from the fascination he’s looking at your breasts with. He trails kisses down your neck until he reaches them, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, then looks up to see your reaction. You never knew your nipples were this sensitive, and you can’t help but arch your back at his touch and moan loudly, hand flying up to tug at his soft hair. He releases your nipple with a pop and moves sideways to pay the same attention to the other one, but Sunghoon is impatient and doesn’t waste too much time on it; he knows he can come back to your boobs later anyway. Right now, you’ve got a hand between your legs, and that’s what he’s dying to see.
“Can I take this off, too?” he asks, looking up at you as his fingers hook on the sides of your swimming bottoms, waiting for you to nod. His eyes don’t leave your glistening core as he pulls the thin fabric down your legs, discarding it somewhere on the floor of his room. He lays on his belly and kisses the inside of your knee as he holds your thighs in his large hands, still transfixed by your pussy when he says, “Show me how you do it, please.”
You both take a sharp breath in when you start moving two fingers in gentle circles over your clit, already wet from making out with Sunghoon. Your fingers are nimble and know exactly what to do after years of doing this, but the pulse in your core is even stronger now that your best friend is watching your movements this intently. He looks like he’s scared to blink in case he might miss something. You can’t take your eyes off of his face; you’ve never seen him so fascinated by something, so eager to learn. It makes you want to put on a show for him.
A surge of confidence hits you out of nowhere as you slide your digits down your folds, gathering some slick before sliding them back up to your clit and rubbing it a bit faster, a bit harder, your moans growing louder and higher in pitch. With your free hand, you tug at the base of Sunghoon’s hair and make him look up at you. You release his hair and bring your pointer finger up to your mouth, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it, and Sunghoon’s mind is taken back to that day a couple weeks ago when you had sucked on those lollipops. Oh, how things have changed since then. Not that he’s complaining. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he breathes out, eyes zeroed in on your lips and mouth slightly agape.
You smirk at his reaction, stomach on fire with the feeling of having this kind of power on him. When you’ve wet your finger enough, you bring it down to your slit, circling around your hole before entering it, releasing a loud moan for good measure. Sunghoon is mesmerized by the quickening with which your finger slips in and out of you, the fingers on your clit never relenting. He doesn’t even realize he’s released one of your thighs to palm himself over his shorts until you notice it yourself and tut in disapproval.
“Come and help me, Hoon,” you say, and the boy snaps out of his daze at the sound of his nickname. He nods slowly, changing his position so that he’s laying between your legs, head dangerously close to your core. You slip your other finger out of your hole and he takes that as a sign to replace it with his own. One hand still gripping your thigh, he imitates your previous actions as he gets his pointer finger wet with his saliva before pressing it between your folds, right underneath your clit where your fingers are still rubbing circles, sliding it down towards your slit, and finally pushing it in.
“So warm… So wet, too,” he whispers in wonder, making you cover your eyes with your forearm out of shyness.
“Oh my God,” you moan, arching your back and letting your head drop to the side on the pillow. Sunghoon’s finger is much thicker and longer than your own, and it stretches you out and hits a deep spot inside you you never could, no matter how much you tried.
“Like this?” he asks, eyes curious as they bounce back and forth between your face and your entrance sucking his finger in.
“Yes, yes, just like that, you can also- oh- you can also curve it upwards a bit- fuck, yeah, just like that, Hoon, you’re doing so well,” you say, the praises just flying out of your mouth.
This seems to instill some confidence in him, as he cocks an eyebrow at you and speeds up his actions. “Yeah? My finger making you feel good, Y/N?”
“Oh, shut up,” you bite back, but immediately let out a long whine when he easily inserts a second finger in your soaking pussy. He curves them inside you just like you told him to, and the feeling of his fingers filling you up and your own quick ones on your clit are creating a familiar knot in your stomach that is so close to breaking. That is, until Sunghoon pulls your wrist away from your clit.
“Y/N… Can I?” he asks, and you’re not sure what he’s planning, but nod anyway. He wastes no time before pressing his tongue flat down on the sensitive bud, and you actually feel like your soul might leave your body. Fingers knuckle-deep inside you, he licks and sucks at your clit, and the warmth of his tongue against your folds is what makes you tumble over the edge, tightly gripping his hair and bucking your hips into his mouth.
“Oh my God… Oh my God, Hoon, please, don’t stop, please,” you beg, voice getting higher and whinier as you cum all over his tongue. He continues eating you out until it gets too much and you have to tell him to stop. He hikes his body up yours, pecking you sweetly on the lips when he reaches them.
“Your turn,” you announce and hook your legs over his hips to straddle him. You’re about to lean in for a kiss when you notice how lovingly he’s looking at you: his eyes are soft and a small smile is playing on his lips. It takes you aback, but you’d be lying if you said butterflies didn’t spread in your stomach. “W-why are you looking at me like that?”
His grin gets a bit wider. “Did I make you feel good?”
“Y-yeah…,” you admit, averting your gaze from him.
“I’m glad. You taste good, by the way. Sweet.” You want to kiss the devilish smirk off of his face.
You scoff at your friend, glaring a bit. “Whatever. Sit up,” you order, but it just makes him smirk more.
“Yes, ma’am.”
You look up at him to check for confirmation, and when he nods, you hook your fingers under his swimming trunks, taking them off of him along with his boxers underneath. His already fully-hard cock springs free and slaps against his stomach, and you curse yourself for your reaction that will surely just inflate his ego, as if it wasn’t already massive. Your mouth hangs open, eyes zeroing in on his length, flushed red from lack of attention and what you can only guess is precum leaking at the tip. It's straight from a porno.
“Like what you see?” Sunghoon teases, making you look up at him, and you can only stupidly nod. You take the position he was in earlier, laying your head on his thigh and caressing the other, letting it ride up to rub his inner thigh and the tiniest bit over his cock, making his smirk vanish as he takes a shaky breath in.
“Show me how you do it,” you say, echoing his words from earlier. He gulps, finally realizing that he was going to have to masturbate in front of your curious eyes just as you had. He spits on his open palm and spreads the precum over his length with his thumb, lubing himself up before gripping the base and starting to move his hand up and down. You watch as his head falls back against the pillow when his palm grazes over his tip and his movements pick up some speed.
You rub his palms over his thighs, itching to get closer to his cock and make him feel as good as he had done to you earlier. Tentatively, you reach out to grab his balls in your hands, massaging them softly, feeling satisfied when a loud moan leaves his throat. “Oh, f-fuck, that feels good, Y/N,” he breathes out, voice much higher than you’re used to. If he thought that felt good, then nothing could’ve prepared him for the feeling of your soft and warm tongue kitty-licking his balls, then taking turns sucking each one into your mouth and releasing them with a pop. “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” he asks, involuntarily bucking his hips into your face.
You can’t help but giggle, and Sunghoon thinks he might come from the sweet sound contrasted with your lewd actions alone. “I read a lot of fanfiction,” you explain, and he doesn’t question it. If Wattpad taught you how to suck dick, then so be it.
You wrap your hand around his and tell him to keep going so you can get an idea of what pace and movements he likes, and you graze your fingernails over his abs and chest with your other hand, chuckling at how sensitive he is when you lightly pinch his nipples. Sunghoon takes his hand off of himself, laying both of his hands palms up next to him on the bed, so you decide to literally take things into your own hands. Trying to recreate what he did before, you spit into your palm and wrap your fingers around his tip, bringing your hand down in a swirly motion to the base of his shaft. You do that a few times, asking, “Like that?” to get confirmation from Sunghoon.
“Just like that, baby,” he says, not even taking notice of the pet name; but you do, and your face immediately flushes, surprised at how much you like it.
“Baby?” you repeat, but he’s too lost in his pleasure and just hums in response. His reaction eggs you on, and you lick a long stripe from his base to his tip, swirling your tongue around it and humming at the bitter but not unpleasant taste of precum there. When another moan escapes his throat, you take his tip in your mouth, at first just shallowly thrusting your head, but then trying to take more and more of him.
You’re so focused on what you’re doing that you don’t even realize how quickly he’s panting and how his grunts start to get whinier until he’s moaning out your name. “A-ah, Y/N, feels so good, ‘m gonna cum, fuck-”
He goes silent as he shoots his release down your throat, eyebrows deeply furrowed and mouth open wide in pleasure. There’s so much of it and you can’t swallow it all, so you pull your head back, catching your breath, and a hot string of cum hits your chin and your throat. Sunghoon takes a look at you and the sight of you with some of his cum makes his dick twitch before he plops back down on the bed. You giggle as you take tissues from the bedside table (cause of course he’s got tissues next to his bed) and wipe away his seed, then lie down next to him, brushing away the hair that’s sticking to his forehead with sweat and peppering his face with soft kisses.
He opens his eyes and smiles, turning his head to look at you before engulfing you in a bear hug, sweaty bodies sticking together but neither of you minding it. “That was so good, Y/N. What the fuck,” he sighs, pecking your forehead.
You hum, nuzzling your nose into his neck. “I know, right? Who knew you could use your mouth for other things than saying stupid shit,” you tease.
He pulls back and gives you a look that tries to be stern, but you know he’s joking. “Do I need to remind you again, young lady?”
You giggle and peck his lips, forcing him out of character as his dimples appear on his cheeks. “Later, definitely.”
And after that day, he makes sure to remind you time and time again of how good his mouth feels on you. You should’ve seen it coming with how amazing of a kisser he was; but truly, there was nothing like cumming on your friend’s tongue.
--
You’re relieved to find that not much has changed, after all; you and Sunghoon still play around in the pool, watch stupid movies and hang out with your friends like always. Sure, there are stray hands here and there, or looks that last a little too long and mean a little too much, but if anything, it just makes your friendship more playful and exciting.
You’re both open with what you like and don’t like, so it doesn’t take either of you to figure out exactly how to make the other come undone embarrassingly quickly. (The shortest amount of time it took him was 2:38 seconds - yes, he timed it - and he hasn’t let you live it down since.) You like it when he presses his large hand down onto your lower tummy while he eats you out, or when he sits you between his legs and whispers all sorts of things as his fingers work their magic inside you and on your clit. He likes it when you get down on your knees in front of him and look up at him as you suck him dry, or when you sit in his lap and kiss his neck and play with his hair while he plays video games. And don’t even get him started on when you palmed him over his sweatpants while you watched a movie with Chaeyong, Jay and Jake, making sure that the movements under the blanket went unnoticed by them. He wanted to punish you after they left, he really did, but you took him in your mouth right there in the living room and gave him an orgasm that had his thighs shaking for five minutes afterwards. You were pretty proud of yourself for that one.
You also find out that he hates it when you tease and edge him, which only makes you do it more; the only problem is that, if you do that, he’ll make you ride his thigh and won’t help you at all. His proud smirk and snide praises combined with the feeling of his thick thigh underneath your core were more than enough to get you to your end, though.
And truly, nothing has changed, especially not Sunghoon’s special talent in pushing boys away from you.
“What do you mean, Lee Heeseung is coming back?” he heatedly asks, slamming his glass of lemonade down on the outdoor table so hard you’re scared it might break.
“It’s the summer, of course he’s coming back. He just stayed behind for a bit to enjoy a few weeks of the city without college, and now he’s coming back here,” Jake explains, shrugging.
“Do you know when he’ll be here?” you ask, far too much excitement in your voice to Sunghoon’s taste.
“Just in a couple days.”
Sunghoon has smoke coming out of his ears when he sees how much you perk up at the news of your old crush being back in town for summer. He likes the boy, but he hates that you like him. And since Heeseung is friends with Jay, Jake, and by association Sunghoon, begrudgingly so, he’ll definitely see lots of him in the upcoming months. And if Sunghoon sees Heeseung, then you’ll see Heeseung, too. And that, Sunghoon doesn’t like.
You notice something is off with him that afternoon because of how uncharacteristically quiet he is. Sunghoon, ever the loud introvert, is always arguing for no reason and laughing louder than everybody around him. So when he merely chuckles at his friends’ numerous displays of stupidity in the pool and doesn’t even say anything in protest to you getting on Jake’s shoulders to play against Chaeyoung and Jay, you know something is definitely up. You also have a good idea of what that something might be, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it endearing.
You stay behind when your friends leave in the early evening. Without a word, you and Sunghoon pack away the inflatable toys in the pool cabin and clean up the table, putting the dirty glasses in the sink. You do the dishes while he prepares sandwiches for the two of you, which he insisted on doing after he heard your stomach grumbling. You watch the latest Kurtis Conner video as you eat and can’t help but notice that he doesn’t even chuckle at any of the jokes or skits when he’d usually be clutching his stomach in laughter.
When you’re done eating, you take a resolute breath and pause the video, but Sunghoon doesn’t even notice, only snapping out of his daze when you call out his name.
“Huh?” When his eyes find you, he almost looks surprised to see you, as if he’d forgotten you were there.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” you ask, slightly frowning. “You look so out of it today.”
“Huh? I’m fine, nothing’s wrong,” he says dismissively and presses play, but you quickly pause the video again.
“I’m your best friend, Sunghoon, I know when something’s the matter and I know when you’re lying. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but don’t pretend everything’s fine when we both know that’s not true.”
He peers at you for a moment, cursing you for knowing him so well. He crosses his arm and averts his gaze, pouting like an angry child. “I hate it when you’re right.”
You giggle and make your way around the counter to him, standing inbetween his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck to make him look up at you. His hands come naturally up to your waist. “I just…” he starts, then immediately stops himself with a sigh., “You’ve always had a crush on Heeseung. But these are our last couple months together, and I don’t want somebody else taking up your attention…”
He buries his face between your breasts to hide his blush, and you can’t help but giggle again. “Stop laughing at me!” he protests, but the muffled sound of his voice just makes you laugh more. You stroke his hair and press a gentle kiss at the top of his head.
“Sure, I’m happy Heeseung’s coming back. But there’s no one I’d rather spend my summer with than you, Sunghoon, you should know that.” He leans back to look up at you with puppy eyes and a small pout. You cup his face, admiring how cute he looks like this, and smile softly down at him.
“Really?”
“Really,” you answer, and he leans in for a kiss.
It’s a soft one. It’s a patient kiss, neither of you urging to get somewhere else, to do something more. It reminds you of that kiss in his room a few weeks ago, when you were still curious and discovering each other. From then on, your kisses had become more feverish, more eager, more playful. But now, you’re taking your time. For now at least, neither of you is going anywhere. So your lips melt together slowly, and when you take breaks to breathe, you look each other in the eyes and smile before leaning back in.
It’s when you sigh against his lips, eyes still closed as you pull away, that it hits him. I could do this forever, he thinks.
I could sit here with my arms around her waist and her lips against mine and the smell of chlorine and the sound of her laugh forever and I’d never get tired of it, he thinks, but immediately afterwards, he realizes he won’t get to do this forever. Summer will end, you’ll both head off to college, and you’ll only get to see each other every few months until another summer comes. And who knows what might happen until then?
You might meet someone and realize Sunghoon isn’t all that; hell, he might meet someone, but he highly doubts anyone could even come close to the way you make him feel.
“Hello? Earth to Sunghoon?” you quietly joke, looking down at him with an affectionate look in your eyes. You press the pads of your fingers to his two moles before replacing your fingers with your lips, giving each one a quick peck. “You were up on the moon for a minute there.”
Sunghoon hums softly, smiling as he lets himself melt under your touch. “Sorry. It’s just really hot, isn’t it?” he says, a stupid excuse he uses as a blanket to cover his feelings. There is some sweat beading at his hairline, which helps make his lie more believable, but you don’t need to know it’s not just because of the summer heat.
Slowly, your smile turns mischievous, and Sunghoon can tell you have an idea in mind. “It is pretty hot… Wait here.”
He watches as you fill a tall glass with ice from the dispenser in the fridge and pop an ice cube in your mouth, a devilish smile on your face, and laughs when that smile is replaced with a frown as the coldness hits you and you spit it back into the glass, laughing along with him. “What the hell are you doing?” he asks between giggles.
“I got the idea a few days ago when we were having popsicles…,” you say looking down at the glass between your hands, slightly embarrassed. “You kissed me and your mouth was really cold but it felt nice.” Sunghoon hums, egging you to go on. You lift the glass up to his cheeks, applying just a bit of pressure to the soft skin. “I thought this could be refreshing.”
You take the ice cube back in your mouth, sucking on it but not letting it melt completely before pressing your lips against Sunghoon’s and opening your mouth just a bit so he could feel the cold of the ice cube. You feel his smile into the kiss as the ice cube swirls between your tongues, sending shivers down your spine.
“Very refreshing indeed,” he murmurs when the ice has completely melted. He gets up and takes the glass in one of his hands, leaning down to your level and says “C’mon” with the same mischievous smile as you on his face.
You two hurry up the stairs, and when you get to his room, he hands you the glass before throwing himself on his back, laying on his back with his hands behind his head. “Show me what you had in mind.”
You straddle his hips and take an ice cube from the glass, rubbing it over his lips before pushing it inside his mouth, the cold making him hiss. You quickly counteract that by pressing your lips to his, the contrast of your warm tongue and the freezing ice turning him on more than he would’ve thought.
When the ice has melted, you take another piece and brush it along his jaw, down his Adam’s apple and around his nipples. The cold temperature makes him squirm but he doesn’t shy away from it, even closing his eyes to focus solely on the feeling. While you play with the ice cube, you also leave warm kisses all over his skin, reveling in its slightly salty taste from the thin layer of sweat. You let the ice cube melt between his abs and watch him wriggle as he sucks in a sharp breath, then grab another one, starting off where the previous one stopped. You circle his navel while your fingers play with the hem of his swimming trunks. He pulls them down himself and you chuckle at his eagerness. “I should’ve known you liked the cold, with all those years of ice skating you did,” you tease.
He’s almost fully hard, and it only takes a few kisses and trailing the ice cube down his inner thighs to have his dick fully erect. He’d only been letting out small sighs and hisses until now, but when you grab another ice cube and circle it around his sensitive tip, he throws his head back into the pillows and moans loudly. You push your luck and drag the ice cube down his shaft, his thighs snapping together when it reaches his balls. You put it in your mouth and let it melt so that your tongue is still cold when you swirl it around his tip, already tasting precum there. But before you can take him further in your mouth, he calls out your name.
“Wait. I don’t wanna cum just yet. My turn.”
He shakes his shoulders in excitement as you switch positions, you taking your t-shirt and bikini top off and laying on your back and him sitting down with one knee on each side of your thighs, an ice cube in his hand and a giddy smile on his face.
He brushes it over your lips before pushing it just a bit into your mouth, holding onto it with two fingers while you suck on it, gazes locked in each other. Just as you did earlier, he trails it down your throat and your chest until they reach your nipples, marveling at the thin wet trail it leaves in its wake. He licks this trail as he circles one of your nipples with the ice cube, and you don’t know if you should focus on his warm tongue or on the cold ice cube. Once it’s melted, he takes another one and circles your other nipple with it, his mouth coming to wrap around the now cold one. Your hands fly up to grab at his hair, your back arching into his touch as you moan and pant loudly.
He sucks and licks at your nipples until you’re calling out his name, begging for more. As nice as his mouth or an ice cube around your nipples feel, your pussy is throbbing and desperate for attention. “Sunghoon… Please,” you whine.
“Please what?” he teases, looking up from your breasts with a smirk.
You whine again, knowing he knows full well what you want. “Please…”
He trails the ice cube down your stomach, circling your navel a few times where it melts before slipping two cold fingers underneath your bikini bottoms. “Is this what you want, baby?,” he asks as he rubs his fingers between his folds, and you whine at the feeling of having him so close to your hole and to your clit but not quite there either. He smirks when you nod frantically but whine at the loss of his fingers against you as he takes your bottoms off and reaches for another ice cube.
You release a loud moan and arch your back off the bed when the ice cube touches your clit. “Fuck, Hoon!”
He rubs the ice cube up and down your folds, your heat melting it much faster than your skin. He takes another one and brings it to your entrance this time, circling around it before pushing the ice cube in and staring with wonder as it melts quickly. He holds your hips down so you stop bucking them up, whimpering at the amazing feeling of the ice against you. He replaces the ice cube with his fingers inside of you and his tongue on your clit, sucking expertly at the sensitive bud and lapping at your juices. And while it feels good - God, does it feel good - and you let Sunghoon know just how nice it feels with your moans, whispers of his names and the way you hold onto his hair, you’re craving something more.
It’s something you’ve been wanting for the past few days, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. No matter how nice Sunghoon’s fingers and mouth felt, they didn’t make you feel close to him enough. You wanted to be so close to him you didn’t know where you ended and where he started; you wanted to feel him.
You pull him up by the face, asking him to come here and getting lost in his lips as soon as they reach your level. God, Sunghoon’s kisses. You could drown in them. But still, that craving, that need for more. And now that his body is pressed up against yours and you can feel his erection against your thigh, so close to your core, you think you know what it is that you want. “Hmm, please…”
“You keep asking me for something, but you don’t tell me what it is.”
“You. I want you, Hoon, please,” you beg, murmuring against his lips as you wrap your legs around his hips and bring him even closer, his cock now pressing against your cunt.
“M-me?,” he asks, leaning back just a bit, but you pull him back in right away, resting his forehead against yours.
“Yes, please. I need to feel you inside me.”
Your words are enough to get a moan out of Sunghoon. “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he pants, planting kisses all over your face and neck. Usually, you’d giggle at the ticklish sensation, but right now, you’re so drunk on pleasure, it just makes your breath even shallower and your core wetter.
“How long?”
“God. Since the second time we kissed probably,” he replies, reaching for a condom in the drawer of his bedside table. You think back to that moment six weeks ago (how has it been six weeks already?, you think), after you and Sunghoon had made up and made out on his couch in front of a horror movie. He’d wanted you for that long? And he’d waited for you to say something since then?
“Today’s your lucky day, then,” you tease in an attempt to alleviate the need for him that takes over your bones, but his gaze when he looks back at you ruins any effort. If anything, it just makes you need him even more. You feel like you might explode if you don’t have him right now.
You watch as he clumsily wraps the condom around his member, clearly never having done this before, but you wouldn’t be of any help, so you let him figure it out on his own. You let your head fall back as he rubs his tip up and down your folds, gathering your slick on his dick before aligning himself at your entrance and giving you a long, deep kiss.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, forehead on yours.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“Yeah, I am. But I’m also scared.”
“Scared of what, Hoon?” you ask, opening your eyes to look at him. You caress his cheek and cup his face in your hands, watching softly as he lets his head rest on your palm.
“I’m scared of hurting you. I heard it hurts the first time. And I’m scared…” he closes his eyes and frowns a bit. “I’m scared it’ll feel too good. That I’ll always want it. You.”
You take a small moment to think, your thumb brushing over his cheek in what you hope is a comforting manner. “You won’t hurt me, Hoon. It only hurts if you’re not ready… And I’m plenty ready. I know you’ll take it slow.” You smile softly when he nods, turning his head to kiss your palm. But if sex is as good as you’ve heard it is, you’re also scared that it might be the best thing you’ve ever experienced and that you’ll never get enough. You and Sunghoon have been meeting up almost everyday this summer and it has more often than not ended up with one of you between the other’s legs; you could never get bored of the things he made you feel or of knowing you were making him feel those exact same things. If you couldn’t live without his fingers, how could you live without his dick?
How could you live without him?
You tried to snap out of those thoughts, reassuring yourself that even before all of this you couldn’t imagine yourself living without Sunghoon, and that there was no reason this should change anything. “And don’t be scared of that, silly,” you say, making him smile. “I’ll always be here, Sunghoon. I’ll always want you, too.”
“Fuck, okay,” he whispers, kissing your lips once before pulling himself up on his palms, hovering over you. “Tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?” he asks and waits for you to nod before finally pushing in.
You instantly moan when you feel his tip inside you, and Sunghoon stops, frantically asking if you’re okay. It takes some convincing to get him to push himself further in. “It feels so good, Hoon. Please keep going.”
You tell him to not stop until he’s fully inside you, and he obeys, even though he wants to stop when he sees your frown and your sharp intakes of breath. When he’s buried to a hilt, he can’t help but collapse on top of you, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “Y/N,” he drawls out. “Feels so fucking good. So tight,” he murmurs against your neck.
“Mmh. Give me a minute, baby.” Your hands caress up and down the expanse of his back and you feel him relax on top of you. As you adjust around his length, the stretch starts to feel more and more pleasurable, until pleasure is the only thing you feel. “Hoon?”
“Yeah?” he says, kissing and nibbling softly at your neck and earlobe.
“You can move, now.”
Sunghoon doesn’t need to be told twice and ever-so-slowly slides out of you, leaving only the tip in before he slides back in. His thrusts are slow but deep, and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. He’s barely started but you’re both already whimpering messes, holding onto each other tightly as pleasure like neither of you has felt before takes over your entire bodies.
As you both get more comfortable, his pace picks up just a tiny bit and you tentatively raise your legs higher so that they’re hooked around the back of his knees instead of laying on the bed. The new angle only adds to the intense pleasure, but you don’t even realize you’re crying until Sunghoon stops mid-thrust, wiping your tears with his thumb and worryingly asking if you’re okay and if it hurts and if he should stop. You open your eyes and smile, instantly calming his nerves. You bring his head closer to yours and kiss him like you’d stop breathing if you didn’t. “It feels so fucking good, Hoon. So, so good.”
He sighs out of relief and resumes his actions, heart swelling with pride that he’s making you feel so good, you’re crying. He’s always hated seeing you cry or hurt in general; but knowing what kind of tears these are, he thinks you look so pretty with tears streaming down your face. His hands grip your thighs a bit tighter as he quickens his pace, already addicted to the feeling of your warm walls taking him in so well.
He slips out a few times but you’re always quick to guide him back inside you. He lifts his body up a bit to get a deeper angle, hoping it’ll get him to stop slipping out, and he’s blown away by the sight underneath him. He thinks you’ve never looked so gorgeous as you do now, legs spread wide for him, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed and mouth agape for him. He kisses your tears, the salty taste bringing a smile to his lips. “So perfect,” he whispers against your mouth. “You look so beautiful.”
Sunghoon takes your legs and wraps them higher around his hips, the new angle hitting a spot inside you that’s making you see stars and has you moaning his name like it’s the only thing you know how to say. You feel that familiar tension build up inside your stomach much faster and much stronger than it usually does.
“Fuck, Sunghoon, I’m gonna cum,” you warn, and a harsher thrust inside you is what pushes you over the edge, the sensation crashing into you and making your thighs shake. An orgasm has never hit you this hard before.
You’re clenching around him like crazy and Sunghoon gasps as you milk him dry, his own orgasm hitting him all at once. He shoots his release inside the condom and stills inside you, breath completely taken away by the sudden, overwhelming sensation.
He lays on top of you for a moment as you both catch your breaths, trying to make sense of how something can feel this good without killing you instantly. He apologizes when his pulling out makes you wince and kisses the top of your head. He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so that you’re now almost lying on top of him, head against his chest as his arms wrap themselves around you. You leave kisses all over his chest and neck and his hands caress your back.
“That was amazing.”
“I know, right?” he responds immediately, his enthusiasm making you laugh.
“Thanks, Hoon,” you say timidly, voice muffled against his skin.
“For what?”
“For making me feel this good.”
He chuckles. “No need to thank me, pretty. If anything, I should thank you for letting me make you feel good, and on top of that making me feel good.”
You hum at his words and you both stay there for a bit longer, enjoying each other’s warmth. Something blooms inside your chest, and you don’t know whether to let it grow or to squash it down. It feels nice, almost too nice, and you’re scared it might get ripped away from you and it won’t feel so nice then.
Friendship, sex, love. In those weeks spent with Sunghoon, those previously clear lines have blurred to a point they were all one big messy ball of feelings and not three distinct things you could tell apart. Has sex turned your friendship with Sunghoon into something romantic? Or is that just an illusion, and being so intimate with your best friend has messed up your once platonic vision of him? But was your vision of him ever platonic?
Haven't the two of you always been teased about liking each other for a reason? After all, you and Sunghoon didn't grow up together, and he’s never felt like a brother to you. He has always been your male friend; you’ve always been aware that he was your friend who was also a boy. When you'd moved in the house next to his, you hadn’t instantly clicked; it took a while for the ice skating prodigy to warm up to you, but his parents had warmly welcomed yours into the neighborhood and quickly became friends, so it was only a matter of time before he’d open up to the idea of you being around. Constantly.
You’d walk to and from school together, do homework together, go on family trips together, cheer each other on at your respective competitions. After his ice skating lessons, when his coach let him have the whole place to himself for a bit more practice, he’d tie your ice skates for you and drag you onto the ice rink, holding you by the waist or shoulders as he skated backwards in front of you, but also laughing at you when you inevitably fell. He’d tease you for getting second place at the science fair or for getting your arguments torn apart during Model United Nations, but the way he’d be a little nicer to you or share his food more often that week wouldn’t escape you.
Being a handsome young ice skater, Sunghoon had developed quite the loyal following of boys and girls alike who would come to see him at his competitions. He thrived off of the attention, but no matter how much he enjoyed his fans’ admiration, you were always the one he’d skate to after having won first place, hugging you tightly over the barrier separating the ice from the bleachers. Especially during your younger teen years, Sunghoon wasn’t one for skinship or PDA, so it always meant that much more to you that even after his most important wins, you were the first thing on his mind. It never failed to make your stomach flip, and all the death stares from his fans in the world couldn’t have changed a thing.
You were already close, but you became practically inseparable after Sunghoon’s injury. During the competition that would have gotten him a place at the Youth Winter Olympics had he won, his nerves got the best of him and he didn’t land his triple axel, hurting his ankle in the process. Ten years of dedication and hard work, ruined in mere seconds. To say that it destroyed him would be an understatement.
You were the one to bring him back up. You listened to him when he needed to vent, held him when he needed a shoulder to cry on, cheered him up when he needed to smile. He didn’t even need to tell you what he needed, you seemed to just know. You reminded him that he had a lot more value than his medals and trophies and that he didn’t need them to be complete. His family and friends tried their best to make him feel better, but their words never reached him quite like yours did.
Slowly but surely, his confidence came back. He’d lost his fans, but he’d gained a friend he knew would always be there for him. His dimples would appear more often, his laugh would resonate louder. His injury had made the two of you grow closer, creating a bond that would only strengthen over time.
And yet there were moments when being friends wasn’t enough. When calling him your best friend didn’t feel right. You had other friends, friends you were close to; sure, maybe not as close as to Sunghoon, but close nonetheless. And you didn’t feel that way around them.
Their laugh didn’t make your heart skip a beat. You didn’t want to bury your face in their necks and breathe in their scent when they hugged you. You didn’t want to know every single detail of their day. And you surely didn’t feel a pang of jealousy in your chest when they danced with another girl at your school ball.
You also didn’t crave their lips on yours every single day since it had happened for the first time and didn’t want to see what they sounded or looked like while getting the life sucked out of them through their dick.
Everybody told you it was obvious you were ‘more than friends.’ Why did romantic love have to be ‘more’ than platonic love? Why were there levels to it? You didn’t like the idea of taking your relationship with Sunghoon ‘one step further’; that wasn’t the way it felt to you. Rather, it felt like having to change everything you knew and create something new. Something where you could see him laugh and tell him about your day, but where you could also kiss him and graze his skin with your fingertips. Something that only you could share with him and only he could share with you. But you were afraid the friendship would fall apart if things didn't work out. So, instead of taking the risk of changing everything, you made sure things would stay the same. You’d tell the butterflies raging in your stomach to settle down and you wouldn’t let yourself fall into his touch in case it’d be like falling from the highest mountain.
That is, until he kissed you. Until this moment, right now, lying in his arms, ear right over his heart so you can hear it beat for you. You look up at him. His eyes are closed and a soft smile rests on his lips. He looks so peaceful. He always looks pleased when you’ve just been together, but right now, he seems to be in such a serene state, it almost makes you laugh.
Now that you’ve given in to your feelings, you’ve realized just how strong they were this whole time. Nothing has ever felt better than being in Sunghoon’s arms, than being able to see him at his most vulnerable state and to give all of you to him. All those things you didn’t know about him just six weeks ago, you know them by heart now. You’re sure there’s other things to find out, and you’ll make sure you will.
But summer won’t last forever.
A wave of sadness slaps you right in the face, bringing you back to reality. There’ll come a time where you and Sunghoon won’t be able to lounge around all day or lazily make-out at your will. You’ll go your own ways and not see each other for months at a time. The thought of that is unbearable, and you feel like looking at Sunghoon for a second longer might rip your heart into a million pieces.
When you sit up, tearing yourself away from his grip, he immediately opens his eyes, asking what’s wrong.
“Just need to go to the bathroom. I heard you can get STIs from not peeing after sex,” you half-lie. He nods and falls back into the bed.
You rush to the toilet, needing to get far away from Sunghoon as quickly as possible. Even your pee smells different - guess that’s what having a dick inside you will do to you. You wash your hands and look in the mirror: your skin is darker in some spots, surely Sunghoon’s work. So not only did he mess with your thoughts, he also had to make your body all weird, too?
You splash your face with cold water, hoping it will bring you back to your senses. You and Sunghoon have been best friends for years. There’s no point in changing all of that now, is there? You’ll be leaving soon enough, anyway. Why ruin a perfectly fine friendship for a summer fling?
Those are your thoughts as you head back to Sunghoon’s bedroom, ready to tell him that this whole thing was a mistake and you should just pretend it never happened. But your resolve crumbles at your feet as soon as you step inside the room.
Sunghoon’s got a couple of snacks ready as he browses through Netflix in search of an appropriate movie. “How about Twilight?” he says when he feels the bed dip under your weight next to him. He kisses your forehead and pulls you down on the bed with him so that you’re lying back against his chest.
Screw it, you think. Whatever this is, it’s much more than a summer fling.
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The rest of the summer goes by in a flash. No, you don’t try to make Sunghoon jealous by flirting with Heeseung; if the mention of the latter’s name was enough to get your friend mad, then purposefully twirling your hair or batting your eyelashes at the older boy just might make Sunghoon white-boy-punch a hole into a wall. And it’s not like Heeseung would try coming onto you, either, with how clingy Sunghoon gets when he’s around, always an arm around your waist and a glare that could kill Heeseung.
Sunghoon gradually opens up to Heeseung being around, even though it takes you reminding him almost daily that he’s the one whose arms you wanna end up in over anybody’s. After a couple weeks, Sunghoon stops looking like he's on the brink of starting a fight every time Heeseung so much as talks to you or hands you a glass of lemonade, and finally relaxes around him.
You spend countless sleepless nights with Sunghoon. You’ve probably memorized every single one of his moles by now, and you’ve made sure to kiss all of them. He holds you against him like he might lose you at any given moment. The only nights you don’t fall asleep in each other’s embrace are when either one of you is sleeping over at your friend’s house. On those nights, sleep always takes hours before washing over you, the lack of warmth keeping you awake.
Your friends and you spend entire days at the lake or by Sunghoon’s pool, not a care in the world. You rest your head on Sunghoon’s shoulder as you watch the fireworks Jake and Jay bought go off. Sunghoon grills your marshmallows for you, blowing on them so they cool down before handing you the stick. You try to ignore how the night air gets slightly chillier and how the sun sets slightly earlier, but by the last days of August, it becomes too noticeable. When September rolls around, you’re sure there’s a small crack in your heart.
You know Sunghoon feels the end of summer too. His kisses are deeper and his lips linger over yours a second longer. He frowns when he kisses you and hugs you, like he’s trying to remember what it feels like. His usual playful demeanor when you’re in bed together is gone, instead seemingly hellbent on making you feel good and almost begging you to say his name. As if you could say any other name. As if you could say anything else.
Neither of you mention your departure until the night before you leave. After spending the evening with your friends, you lie together in bed, the side of your face resting against his chest so you can feel his heart against your ear. He’s tracing patterns with his fingertips on your back, and it takes you a while to figure out he’s spelling his name over and over again, as if to etch it in your skin. When, once in a while, he takes his hand off of you to reach for his phone, you can still feel his fingers caressing you, ghostlike against your skin.
The air around you feels heavy, pressing the both of you down into the mattress. You wish the bed would eat you alive so you could stay there, warm against each other, as long as you like. You know you can’t leave without talking first, but the words won’t come to you. Instead, they float around the bed, weighing your heart down into your stomach.
“So,” you start. You're unsure what to say, but you know this conversation has to happen, one way or another. In the end, you settle on, “Excited to leave?”
Sunghoon scoffs lightly, his motions on your back coming to a stop. “Not really, no. It’s not like I’m leaving that far, and half of our school is going to our uni.”
“Maybe, but there’ll be tons of other people. Tons of other girls, too,” you add after a short pause.
“Don’t do this, Y/N, please.”
You sit up at his words. He covers his eyes with his forearm and takes a deep breath in, sensing an incoming argument. “Do what?”
“This. Getting mad at me when I haven’t done anything.”
“I’m not mad at you,” you protest, frowning down at him.
“No? Then what’s this?” he says, smoothing down the lines between your eyebrows and on your forehead with the pad of a finger.
“Whatever.” You nudge your head away from his touch. It burns. “It’s not like I’m wrong, anyway. You’re gonna have a bunch of girls at your feet, and you’ll know what to do with them, right? Now that you’re not a virgin?” you question, avoiding his gaze.
“Y/N…” he sighs, shutting his eyes tighter as if in pain.
“What? This was the whole reason why, right? Get experience with me so you could fuck girls better, no?”
“Y/N!” he says, raising his voice enough to let you know he’s upset but not enough to scare you. He sits up, looking at you with hurt and disbelief in his eyes. “What’s this all of a sudden? It’s not like I forced you into this! We agreed on it together!”
“So you agree? That this summer was just about getting experience and now you’ll use it on other girls and pretend like we,” you gesture between the two of you, “never happened?”
“What do you mean ‘agree’? I never said any of this! Don’t put words into my mouth!”
He watches as you get up from the bed, arms crossed and pacing his room. He calls out to you a few times, but you don’t stop to look at him until he speaks your name with a sternness you’ve never heard before from him. “What?” you snap.
“I don’t get why you’re acting like this out of nowhere! We both knew summer was gonna end at some point, and why we were doing this! Why are you blaming me now?”
“Because… because…” you sigh, scrambling for an excuse. Why were you doing this? The thought of Sunghoon doing what he did to you to another girl, making her feel as good as he had made you feel, kissing her like he had kissed you, made you sick. It made you see red, it made you want to make him wear a shirt with your face on it so everybody knew he was yours.
Sunghoon gets up and stands close in front of you, too close. You close your eyes. If you see his moles, you might reach out to touch them and let yourself fall even more. If you fall, you’ll need to get up, but his scent makes your knees weak.
His hands find your face, holding a little too gently, you think. Your small ones wrap around his wrists and grip them, a little too harshly, he thinks.
You take a step back and finally look into his eyes. There’s hope in them; hope you’ll say what he wants, what he needs to hear. That you want him like he wants you. That you wish summer wasn’t over. That you’ll keep him in your heart until you can see him again. So, when what you say next is none of the above, he feels his heart sink down to his feet, leaving a murky puddle there.
“I can’t do this.”
You rush out of the room, practically running home. You fight your tears back until you slam your bedroom behind you, pathetically sinking to the ground as you let out a loud sob. You don't have the energy to get up, and cry into your hoodie's sleeve right there on the floor.
When you’ve calmed down a bit, you get up and lay in your bed, hiding your whole body underneath the covers. Maybe this is for the best, you think. If you end it like this, you won’t have the knowledge of whether he’ll wait to have you back or he’ll move on like nothing happened. That way, you can do whatever you want, not caring about what he’s up to.
But even now, your hands subconsciously reach out towards a person that’s not there and your feet hang over the edge of your bed as though to get up and run to him anytime. You curl in on yourself to stop your body from aching for him. It doesn’t work very well.
Sunghoon stays where you left him for a few minutes, too stunned to move. Should he run after you? Should he let you cool off for a bit and talk to you in the morning? Would you be mad at him if he didn’t try to see you now or would the mere sight of him just make you angrier? He plops down on his bed as these questions run through his mind, butting into each other and making everything more confusing.
He thinks back on everything that led to this, and his mind settles on that day a few days after graduation where his thoughts had dropped to the lowest pits of hell. If only you hadn’t brought those two damned lollipops.
--
The next morning, Sunghoon wakes up as if somebody had slapped him awake. He doesn’t bother to brush his teeth or eat anything before running over to your house, almost forgetting to put shoes on. He finds you in your room, packing the last of your things into an already full suitcase. He stands at your door, panting as his hands rest on his knees.
“You haven’t left yet. Thank God.”
“God, Hoon. It’s not that far between your house and mine. How are you so out of breath,” you say, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.
He walks to you and kneels in front of you, taking you in his arms before you can say anything. “Talk to me, please. Don’t leave like this. I’d never forgive myself if you left and you were mad at me, Y/N.”
You thought you’d cried so much last night that there was not a single drop of water left in your body, but you thought wrong. Your eyes immediately well up at his words, and he leans back when he hears a soft sniffle escaping you. Only then does he notice how puffy your eyes from all your crying.
“No, no… Have you been crying? I’m so sorry, pretty, please don’t cry,” he pouts, pulling you back into his embrace. It hasn’t even been half a day, but you missed his warmth so much, it only makes you cry harder.
After sobbing against his chest, possibly staining his shirt in the process, you pull away and in your light-headed, dehydrated state, spill your heart out. “It’s so stupid,” you sob. “We’re not gonna see each other for months and I’m gonna miss you so much and I don’t want you to be with other girls. I want you all to myself and I don’t want to be your friend that you fucked for a summer just so you could get experience, it was a stupid idea in the first place, if you wanted to kiss me, you should’ve just kissed me. But you didn’t just kiss me and now I’m scared that this all meant nothing to you but everything to me and that I don’t want to be friends anymore but you do and I’m mad that it took me all summer to say this even though I’ve known it for years but I didn’t want to admit it to myself but also you didn’t say anything and I’m mad about that too. Because there’s no way you don’t feel like I do but maybe you actually don’t and-”
Whatever you were about to say dies out against Sunghoon’s lips as he presses his lips to yours, interrupting your rambling. He pulls away, looking at you with a huge, stupid grin. He’s so stupid, you think. I love him so much.
“Fucking hell, Y/N. I’ve been waiting for you to say this so bad, you have no idea.”
You punch his chest, frowning at him. Those stupid tears won’t stop. Everything is so stupid. “Then why didn’t you say it first?”
“Because I didn’t know how to. You know I’m bad with words. And I was scared it’d make things weird.”
“I don’t want things to be weird,” you pout.
“I don’t want things to be weird, either. I want things to be nice and happy.”
You giggle. “That’s so stupid.”
“Right? It’s so stupid,” he repeats, kissing you again.
“Your breath smells,” you complain when he pulls away.
“And you have tears on your lips. Tastes salty,” he teases.
“Yeah, thanks to who?”
“Sorry.” He smiles and kisses you again. He holds you against him for a while, enjoying this last moment together. As long as he can see a smile on your face before you leave, he’ll be fine.
“I’m gonna miss you so much too, Y/N. And forget about those non-existent girls. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you.”
“How do you know? You haven’t met any of them yet,” you say, voice muffled against his t-shirt.
“I’ve met other girls before. None of them compare to you,” he says, and you immediately gag at how cliché it sounds. “What?! It’s true,” he giggles.
“You’re not gonna go and date a random guy, are you?”
“Of course not. None of them compare to you,” you say, lowering your voice to imitate his.
He helps you finish packing, and when you’re done, you lay together on your bed, not saying much because not much needs to be said. Your parents struggle to tear you away from each other and from your bed when it’s time to leave. He helps your dad put your baggage in the trunk of his car, telling you to not lift a finger so you watch him go to and from the car, leaving a kiss on your forehead every time he walks past you. You notice with a smile that he doesn’t carry much at once, making him have to go back-and-forth quite often.
After saying goodbye to your family, your dad waits in the car as you and Sunghoon hang back awkwardly, kicking small pebbles on the pavement. He takes your hand in his, making you look up at him, then takes the other hand, then hugs you close to him.
“I’m gonna miss you,” you say, as if that wasn’t obvious. You’re trying hard to fight tears from falling again, but it’s like there’s an ocean behind your eyes, water somehow never running out.
“I already miss you,” he says, and that’s enough to get you to sob again, which makes him start crying too. You’re crying, he’s crying, your mom is crying from the porch as she watches the two of you, it’s a mess.
You force yourself away from him, cupping his face in your hands. “We’ll see each other soon, okay? And college will be fun. You won’t even have time to miss me. But make time to think about me, yeah? And text me.”
“I will. I’ll think about you all the time, I already do,” he says.
“Okay,” you whisper and hug him one last time, very briefly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You’re about to walk away but he doesn’t let go of your hand and pulls on your arm to bring you back to him.
Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers, “I love you,” and you sob.
“I love you, too.”
This time, when you walk away, he lets you go. He watches as you get into the passenger’s seat and as the car drives away, as it takes you away from him. You watch him stand there in the rearview mirror, until his silhouette becomes smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until you can’t see him at all anymore.
--
Summer went and fall came as they do every year. Dead leaves are falling but it’s a new start for you. It’s a new town and you don’t know anybody, but you click instantly with your roommate and make new friends throughout your first week there. You realize everybody’s in the same boat, and they’re all eager to meet people and are curious about college life. You love your classes but complain about them nonetheless. You eat more ramen than you’d like to admit and turn up hungover at a 9 am class on a Thursday. You pull all-nighters at the library and develop a caffeine dependency. You’re a college student.
You and Sunghoon were very dramatic when you left, you soon realize. You call almost everyday. He’s not there with you and you miss him but at least you don’t have to pretend you’re not stupidly in love with him anymore. Because it’s stupid, being in love, it really is. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Your first semester passes by almost too quickly, and before you know it, you’re on the drive home, already one eighth of the way through university. You’re excited to go home, but Sunghoon’s finals last a week longer so you wait around for him. When you complain about it, Chaeyoung tells you to get a grip. “You haven’t seen him in three months, I’m sure you can handle another week.”
And you can, but barely. You were about to explode but then he’s back and you’re in his arms and his hair is still so soft, his scent is still so comforting and his moles are still there. You kiss them both before you finally press your lips to his, and it makes you feel so alive, you could die right then and there.
You lie on his bed and talk for hours as if you didn’t keep in touch the whole time and it’s like you never left. It’s like summer never ended and you’ve just been lying in his bed the whole time, college just one big fever dream.
But his skin doesn’t smell like chlorine anymore, and he’s not in his swimming trunks. It’s fall, almost winter, and you’re kissing Park Sunghoon. You realize you can kiss him whatever the season and you find comfort in that. It was a big day (you cried a lot when you saw him) and you’re tired so you think you’ll kiss for a bit and that’ll be all but then he whispers “I missed you so much” against your neck and a fire lights inside your stomach. Oh, how it burns. You think it might consume you whole, but you don’t dislike that idea.
In a flash, you’re on top of him, his shirt is off, your shirt is off, but it’s not enough so you take your pants off too and Sunghoon is confused as to why you’re going so fast, but follows you anyway. “What’s going on?” he asks when you’re done with the taking off of your clothes and have moved on to kissing and biting at his neck like it’s your first meal in ages, because it is.
“I missed you too,” you simply answer, and he smirks as he nods slowly, now understanding your eagerness.
“Missed me that much, huh?” he teases, letting his head fall back against the pillow so you have better access to his neck.
“Shut up. Kiss me,” you order, and he doesn’t need to be told twice. Your kisses are ravenous and desperate, very fitting for two horny people in love who haven’t seen each other in months. But the pulse in your core makes you too impatient to stay anywhere for too long, and really, it’s not your fault if you’re grinding down onto Sunghoon’s clothed erection, it’s just that he smells too good and you missed him too much.
Sunghoon laughs at you for being so impatient to hide just how impatient he is. His giggles keep him from moaning loudly enough to wake the whole house, and you laugh as you tell him to stop laughing.
“I’m serious. I missed you so much. Need you so bad,” you say as you get rid of your underwear and quickly do the same for his. He gasps when he feels you take his dick in your hand and brush its tip between your folds, both out of pleasure and out of surprise.
“Shouldn’t I get you ready? Stretch you out a bit?” he asks, his hands roaming up and down your back as he sits up on the bed so that you’re straddling his lap, and you shake your head no. You’re probably already embarrassingly wet from your short makeout session, anyway.
“I don’t care if it hurts,” you say, lining his tip with your entrance. “Need to feel you.”
You sink down on his cock, the both of you releasing loud moans at the long-awaited feeling. He lets you adjust to his size for a minute, but as soon as you move your hips just a bit, signaling to him that you’re ready for more, it’s over for you. He wanted to be patient and take his time, he really did, but you feel so warm around him and your small whimpers are so pretty that his resolve of letting you take the lead is thrown out the window. He pounds into you at a rapid pace that has you biting his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming.
You had imagined your first time back with Sunghoon so many times before. It usually involved a nice playlist in the background, fairy lights and candles lighting the room, hours of foreplay and sensual lovemaking, with a nice bath afterwards. Sometimes, when you were particularly needy for him, you imagined something closer to what was actually happening, where you’d rip each other’s clothes as soon as you got to the bedroom and fucked like animals (a bit much, admittedly, but you really missed him).
What you definitely hadn’t expected, however, was that you’d both cum in less than five minutes. What could you do, though, when he was hitting your g-spot over and over again, his length stretching you perfectly as he whispered in your ear how much he’d missed you and how good you felt? And what could he do when you took him in so well, clinging onto him as you told him how much you’d missed him and how good he felt?
You finish at the same time, hole clenching around him and milking him dry. He doesn’t pull out for a while, letting you collapse onto him as you both catch your breaths, just like you had that first time. “That was a bit quick,” he pants, and you can’t help but laugh.
You pull back to look at his face. It’s so pretty and stupid. What a stupid face that you love so much. Do you love it because it’s stupid or is it stupid because you love it? You think that that’s a stupid question, and you kiss the mole on his nose, then the mole on his cheek, right next to his nose.
“We have all night to go slower.”
“We have all Christmas break,” he corrects.
We have the rest of our lives, you think, and you think that might be a bit much, but you say it anyway. Sunghoon hums and says, “yes, we do,” and you think maybe it’s not all that stupid.
Maybe it’s the greatest thing that’s ever been.
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I HATE YOU — l.heeseung
PAIRING: best friend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, humor, smut WC: 10.7k+
WARNINGS: lots of swearing, arguments, mention of drinking, parties. reports of sex scenes, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (use caution and protection).
SYNOPSIS: you and your best friend's brother hated each other, almost as a matter of course between the two of you. but something changes when you wake up in his bed at the weekend.
NOTES: i think this story has been in my subconscious for so long, idk why it took me so long to write it. it smells a lot like heeseung to me, so nothing was more fitting than doing it for him. i hope you like it!
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The rule of life is clear when you have a best friend and she has an older brother. Either you fall in love with him, or you don't get along with him and you both hate each other. In your case, more specifically, the second option would fit like a perfect glove. It was like a combo in your background to be best friends with Dahyun, and hate Heeseung, her brother. Not that you'd do it alone, he contributed to every ounce of your body boiling with rage for him.
As if he had been born to unleash the purest feeling of rage in your heart just by entering the room and breathing. But it wasn't as if you nurtured that alone either. Heeseung had the same great anger towards you because, according to him, it was because of you that Dahyun stopped being the innocent little girl she was.
It wasn't a good excuse compared to the times he'd taken you seriously. Still, even so, Heeseung felt angry just being in your presence and knowing that you went to his house and he couldn't do anything but make you angry until he heard you swear at him or try to throw something in his direction. Dahyun was the balance bridge to try to maintain an ounce of harmony between the two of you while you were all together, although it was almost impossible to maintain a pleasant atmosphere whenever you and Heeseung were in the same environment. Which was practically all day long.
There wasn't a single moment when you could get rid of him or he of you, because unfortunately – or fortunately – you were Dahyun's best friend. You met her before you even knew that your best friend had a completely asshole brother. He swore that Dahyun having a friendship would be a quiet thing because she was never one to have many friends. Heeseung would be lying to say that he wasn't looking forward to meeting the first person his younger sister had befriended after entering university.
He just didn't expect you to be introduced to him when Dahyun had her first binge at the frat party, with you holding her hair and introducing yourself as her best friend.
So it's this crazy girl who's my sister's friend? Heeseung's anger may have started first, but you certainly felt it more intensely as the months went by.
Heeseung always found you with Dahyun at insane moments, like the pool party where you lent your best friend your most revealing bikini. That night you threw him into the pool because you two argued, but before you could regret it, he pulled you in with him, getting you wet before you could show off your hours of hard work to maintain the beautiful, wavy hair that took so long to make.
War had been declared, and at every party you and Heeseung attended, something always happened to emphasize how the two of you couldn't stay on the same radar and in the same environment for so long.
Not this last time.
The remnants of last night invaded your mind like a little dream, where you knew it was far from a fantasyland. Friday night was party day at some frat house or at some rich person's house who could afford to buy drinks for a bunch of horny, partying college kids. You and Dahyun always went together, because at the end of the night, you would sleep at her house. And of course that happened. You just didn't expect to be in another Lee's bed.
You took a deep breath after you realized what had happened, remembering the exact moment when you argued with Heeseung. Nothing new for the two of you. But that night something seemed different about the way you and he argued about absolutely everything, like the amount of drink he poured himself. Or how you had accepted a drink from a guy who had handed you a glass because he was going to play and didn't want to drink anymore, Heeseung had scolded you for being reckless and, even if you were, if that had made him angry, then you had done the right thing.
But why were his eyes dark and shiny when he cornered you in the kitchen to swear at you? And why did you lean too far towards him when he tried to take the glass from your hand? The reason was canonized at that moment, with you wrapped in Heeseung's sheets.
The memory of his lips pressing down hard on yours to shut you up, your body almost turning to porridge when he softened to kiss you properly. And why on earth did you give in? Why did you kiss him back looking like you needed it? Your mind knew you did, but never, under any circumstances, would the two of you say that that need was blatant and that you were both waiting for what had happened.
Your thoughts were soon interrupted when a weight slid around your waist. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You effortlessly felt Heeseung's chest pressing against your back. Your whole body stiffened for a few seconds but relaxed – without any explanation – when his hand rested on your stomach and his breath hit the back of your neck.
That breath you felt against your lips after he kissed you, as he whispered one last curse when he took you to his car and then brought you to his house. Heeseung's breath against your skin with every touch he made, with every kiss, sent shivers down your spine. You didn't want to think about the effects he had caused in just one night, while all those months later the only thing you felt for him was anger and disgust. But no, last night it was anything but that that you felt for each other.
You began to wonder how you were going to get out of there. Or worse, how you were going to bump into Dahyun and explain to her that, strangely enough, you had ended up in her brother's bed. It couldn't have been an accident because neither of you got drunk enough to blame it on alcohol, so what? What would you say when asked why you slept with Heeseung?
An involuntary sigh left your lips when he moved again, pressing you a little closer and nestling his face in the crook of your neck. Inhaling all your scent as if it were normal and he'd done it a million times before.
“It's not possible that you're actually doing this” your voice came out without thinking, not at all cordial or subtle as he continued to inhale your scent. You wanted to curse yourself even more as soon as you heard Heeseung's morning laugh. Rude, low, a real sin for your poor body that was processing everything that was still going on.
“What? I don't even get a good morning?” he asked in the same tone as the laugh and every word coming out of his mouth was truly a sin. You'd seen Heeseung after waking up countless times, but it wasn't as if you saw him seconds later as was happening now. Usually, it was a while later, his voice was normal at least, although his face was puffy from sleep and his hair slightly mussed. But it was nothing compared to what you were hearing at that moment.
“You're an idiot, you little shit” your hand went over his hand that was still on your stomach, trying to pull it away “I hate you, now let me go.”
As expected, Heeseung did the opposite of what you asked. Pulling you closer to him and, with the strength he was holding you with, he managed to turn you around and make your body face him.
“You hated moaning my name last night” he smiled with half-lidded eyes “Now why are you playing hard to get?” there was the Heeseung you remembered hating, even though he was so hot in a sleepy, lazy way. You held back with your hands to pull his face in and kiss him, messing up his hair even more and getting lost in those lips that were claimed as yours last night.
“Because—” your voice died right there, you had no answer to that. You didn't know why you were playing hard to get after having slept with him of your own free will.
The victorious smile on Heeseung's lips made you slap his chest, feeling the skin beneath your fingers. Remembering how you touched him and how he felt every shiver go through him every time your fingers slid across him and interspersed with your nails. Heeseung knew that some part of his body was marked by you, but he honestly didn't care.
Your eyes rolled down as soon as you noticed that he was shirtless, looking under the covers as much as you could. He wasn't wearing anything over it and didn't even seem to care about covering his chest when your eyes locked on the spot, your hands still gripping his chest ready to slap it again in case any silly jokes were made. But your face heated up when you noticed that, if he wasn't wearing a T-shirt, you were wearing his.
Heeseung noticed the way you recorded it all, and although it was amusing, he remembered how hot you had looked after putting on his T-shirt to sleep. With nothing underneath, just his clothes covering the curves of your body that he touched, kissed, and marked. And he'd be a dead man if he confessed that he wanted to do it all over again.
“You didn't like wearing my shirt?” he asked, breaking the silence that had settled between the two of you “Just take it off, I remember you're not wearing anything underneath anyway.”
“I hate you!” you let out a shriek, hitting him in the chest again before pulling the covers off your body so you could get out of bed in search of your clothes.
“Right, if it makes you sleep better at night, then I hate you too” he muttered, rolling his body across the bed to lie where you had been seconds before. Secretly smelling your scent on his pillow, as you searched for your clothes on his bedroom floor at that moment.
Hearing about the fine line between modern and contemporary art history was wonderful for you, one of your favorite classes. The grace with which the professor explained it so passionately, highlighting important points that you made a point of writing down in your notebook with a lilac-colored pen that Dahyun had lent you at the beginning of the class. It took up most of your thoughts from the moment you arrived on campus, taking your focus away from the fact that a few days ago you were lying on Heeseung's bed. And now you were sitting next to his sister sharing one of your classes.
Your thoughts traveled to another subject now… Did Dahyun know that you and Heeseung had had sex? It wouldn't be something to hide from your best friend, having heard from her a few times that the two of you had some kind of repressed hard-on. Of course, that made you and Heeseung even angrier, but it turned out to be true last weekend.
Dahyun was right, after all, and you didn't want her to be. Or did you?
“Y/n” she called your name in a whisper, making you turn your head to face her “The boys are waiting for us in the study room, do you want to go now or do you want to stop by for coffee?”
Back to the normal schedule where you would have to live with Heeseung and try to put aside what had happened between the two of you. Or at least try to. Carry on with your routine and chores and not pay attention to him like you always did.
Class ended and you felt your body dragging alongside Dahyun through the corridors to the campus cafeteria. It wasn't a long way, but dividing your energy between the class and the thoughts that flooded your mind had left you tired. The salted caramel coffee you always ordered might have some effect on your body right now.
And you were more than right.
After paying for the drink and some treats, the straw rolled around your lips as you sipped the drink that was your comfort. You could hear Dahyun's laughter every time the taste of coffee impregnated your tongue and you moaned with satisfaction. The whole way to the study room was filled with these moments that the two of you shared as you sipped your drinks and tried to balance the takeaway bags.
“Am I seeing a mirage or did you bring food?” Jay almost knelt to thank you and Dahyun when you entered the study room.
“Are you guys hungry or something?” she asked, stepping in front and placing the bag of food on the small table around some cushioned armchairs.
“Our class finished early and someone forgot to stop by the convenience store” Sunghoon sat down on the floor, legs crossed and his face almost shoved into one of the bags to look for something that interested him. Finding a filled brownie, he took it without asking permission, even though he didn't need to.
“He's in over his head, isn't he?” Jake nudged Heeseung, who had been quiet the whole time since you and Dahyun arrived.
Looking at your best friend, you saw her sit down next to Jake as if it were something mechanized as if she had to be there without any kind of effort. It was cute how close the two of them always were. But your mind went into overdrive because as she sat next to him, the only seat left was next to Heeseung.
“What?” he asked, shaking his body at the slight shock Jake had caused him. Adjusting his posture in the armchair, Heeseung swallowed as soon as he felt a weight next to him, indicating that you had sat there.
“You forgot to stop by the convenience store to pick up some food” Jay grumbled “What are you thinking, man? You haven't answered us since you came to class today.”
Playing the misunderstood had been a mutual agreement with everyone in the room. They had seen you and Heeseung leave together, but if neither of you had mentioned anything, none of them would do it. Playing the game of not knowing anything about you and him was the best thing. At least until that moment.
“I'm just sleepy, don't fight me” Heeseung grumbled, stretching more than usual so that he could annoy you, as he had done ever since the two of you met. He could hear you taking a deep breath next to him, holding back a little so as not to swear at him before the study session even started.
Heeseung mentally thanked his friends for the lame excuse he'd given, because they all started to engage in side conversations as he slipped a glance in your direction. Your fingers held the coffee cup with a certain lightness, your thumb circling the cardboard that was possibly warm against his skin. Heeseung suppressed a smile, thinking about how your fingers had touched his body a few days ago.
He didn't want to think about anything involving the night you two had spent together, but even though it was recent, seeing you so close hit him hard. It was as if his mind betrayed him the very moment you sat down next to him and did the bare minimum to be noticed. There was no way Heeseung could think of anything other than you. The way you brought the cup to your lips and drank the coffee, for example. It made him think of your mouth kissing him, how easily your lips turned red as the kiss got more and more intense. How your mouth looked like the perfect shape of his cock when you wrapped it around you and sucked it, giving him the best blowjob of his life.
Fuck Heeseung, stop thinking about it. He told himself, or he'd get turned on just associating every single thing you did with the way he had you in his room, under his body, and in his bed.
The only way to make his thoughts go away and him not think like that was to irritate you, bring up the atmosphere of the argument you had with him, and thus get his friends to intervene and completely change the course of Heeseung's thoughts. And the way he thought was by taking the coffee cup from your hand, bringing it to his lips, and taking the last sip.
“Hey” you said loudly enough, trying not to shout because the study room was next to the university library “You ruined my coffee, you idiot.”
“I was thirsty, sorry” Heeseung pouted his lips, feeling the taste of salted caramel all over his tongue. He ran the tip of his tongue between his lips to wipe away any coffee residue. He just didn't expect your attention to be on his mouth. Without hesitation, your eyes traced the path of his mouth and the way his tongue traced his lower lip. That sparked something inside Heeseung because it showed that you were thinking along the same lines as he was.
“You're a real idiot” you said quietly this time, trying to look away as Heeseung bit his lower lip.
He leaned in a little but didn't manage to get close enough to tease you because he felt the famous slap on the chest that you gave him when he said something stupid. Ever since that morning in his bed.
“Ouch, that hurt” he cringed, dodging the next slap you'd give him. For the first time, the dynamic between you and Heeseung was a little closer and more physical. Usually, the two of you didn't sit near each other or you couldn't get there in time to hit him, Jay or Sunghoon always managed to hold you back first.
“Hey, stop it, you two” Jake broke off from an interesting conversation he was having with Jay, sharing a packet of sweets with Sunghoon in the process.
“It's not like you guys had sex at the weekend” Dahyun yawned, throwing the full weight of her head on Jake's shoulder.
“What?” you and Heeseung shouted at the same time.
Their eyes widened, their breathing quickened and their faces heated up as they looked at the four of them sitting in front of them. So they knew, but how? You and he had tried to be discreet the whole time, and you hadn't said anything to Dahyun, considering Heeseung's astonishment, showing that he hadn't said anything to his friends either.
“Come on, we saw you two leaving the party together” Jay sighed “We agreed not to say anything until one of you spoke.”
“But you're still fighting” Jake pouted.
“By the way” Dahyun squeezed the cup between her fingers, the coffee long since finished and she just needed something to munch on while she talked to Jake “I could hear you two when we got home” she looked at Jake for a few seconds, then at you and Heeseung. They exchanged frightened, embarrassed glances.
A hole could be dug right there that you wanted to bury yourself in and never get out of. There was no escaping it and no escape from your friends' looks and playful smiles. There was also no way you could face Heeseung after everything you'd heard, so your only way out was to make an excuse that you needed to go to the library to get a book to start studying. You left the room as quickly as you could and entered the door at the end of the corridor.
At least it was quiet there and you wouldn't hear any of your friends talking about you and Heeseung having sex, or about how they knew all along and didn't tell either of you. It hadn't been long since it happened, but you'd been with Dahyun all morning and Heeseung had probably spent a lot of it with some of the boys he shared a class with. So they waited for you to give them a break to say it out loud?
“Holy shit” you whispered to yourself, leaning on one of the shelves in a vast aisle of encyclopedias. Nothing there was of interest to you and you didn't necessarily need any of those books, but it had been the first aisle you'd found to enter and browse the various shelves in search of clearing your mind.
“It really is shit” the voice settled in your ears and went straight to your skin, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart race. Your heartbeat accelerated more than usual when you turned around and noticed Heeseung just a few steps away.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Go away!” you whispered at him, turning to one of the shelves to pick up any stupid books. If you'd never read encyclopedias before, that day could be your first. Then you'd be too busy reading and not paying attention to the boy who was slowly approaching you.
“I had to leave too, I couldn't stand that embarrassment alone” he said in the same tone as yours, stopping right behind you as he noticed your feat in trying to open a heavy book that had nothing to do with the classes you were attending “Besides, I came to tease you for being too scandalous” Heeseung's breath hitched against your ear, his lips almost kissing your skin.
You turned sharply, the book wobbling in your hands from the weight of it and the force with which you turned. But your reflexes were good enough to hold it steady while you stared at it.
“Me? Scandalous?” your indignation was palpable, along with your anger that was beginning to grow inside your chest at him and the arrogant smile he had “What do you mean?”
“That you moaned so loudly that my sister heard!”
“Motherfucker” you almost forgot you were in the library, wanting to scream in his face and curse him with every swear word you could think of “I didn't moan that loud.”
“Yes, you did” he said.
“No, I didn't” you answered back, not realizing that you had taken a step forward and leaned your body against his. Heeseung took the opportunity to take the book from your hands, the weight shifting to his arms as he put it back on the shelf. Now having full access to you and your body in front of him.
He knew you hadn't moaned out loud, not least because he managed to shut you up every time. Making you moan against his mouth or listening closely when your mouth was close to his ear, having the most beautiful moan Heeseung had ever heard in his entire life.
“On a scale of zero to ten, if I say you moan scandalously…” Heeseung began, his speech somewhat meek “How angry will you be?”
“Ten, obviously” you hadn't even hesitated to answer, regretting it the second he smiled.
“So you moan too scandalously” such a simple sentence, but one that practically tore away the last bit of calm you had with Heeseung. Not that it ever really existed, but at least you tried inside the library.
As if it was the right thing to do, you raised your hand to hit him as you had been doing so often in the last few moments, but he acted quickly. So fast that neither of you could process it. Heeseung's long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his free arm around your waist to press you down and give you no chance to escape. The warmth of his fingers against your skin made you hold your breath and close your eyes, almost like a memory of what was about to happen.
It was the perfect cue for Heeseung to lean towards you and touch the tip of his nose to yours. His breaths mingled and his eyes closed to revel in the sensation of being so close to you again.
He wanted to touch your mouth, kiss you, and be able to leave with you. To remember the softness of your lips and how perfectly your mouths fit together as if the two of you had learned everything from each other. Even though the two of you shared hurried, slow kisses, none of them were disproportionate or out of rhythm. You and Heeseung managed to find harmony and synchronicity in every movement.
“Oh, shit” Jay's voice made you and Heeseung break apart quickly, startled by the closeness and realizing that if the brunette hadn't arrived, you and he would have kissed right then “Sorry, I—”
“You owe me lunch for a week” Dahyun appeared beside him, smiling openly as her eyes landed on you and Heeseung. He didn't need to look at you to know that you also shared a confused, albeit frightened, expression as to why Jay and his sister were there in the library.
“What did you two bet?” Heeseung asked the dreaded question, opening and closing his fists and holding back the urge to touch you again, even if it was in front of the two who were still there.
“That you and Y/n would be kissing” Jay said “But the two of them never actually kissed, so I don't owe you anything.”
“Yes, you do!” Dahyun protested, pushing Jay out of the hallway and leaving you and Heeseung completely unresponsive.
It would have been a smart idea to avoid going to any parties after what happened, in case you both regretted it. But that wasn't exactly it.
As the week went by, the teasing between Heeseung and you continued with a little more intensity, adding to the spice of what had happened between you, and now things had become a little more physical. Like him having to get too close to you and touch your hair after getting on your nerves, or how your hand wrapped around his arm – unnecessarily – so you could avoid Heeseung when he was near the kitchen counter teasing you before you left and went to his sister's room.
Things were getting heated and neither of you made any move to actually stop or that it wasn't affecting you anymore, quite the opposite. As the touching persisted or you paid too much attention to each other's actions, things got more and more complicated.
That was why Heeseung now found himself with a red glass in his hand, bringing it to his lips and feeling the bitter taste of alcohol go down his throat. He could have refused to go to that party after Sunghoon insisted, with the excuse that the class had been terrible. Even though he had slept through most of it. At least they were at Yeonjun's parent's house, the rich boy and Jake's friend who always gave up his house when the fraternities hadn't recovered after a few parties over a short period.
At least there was somewhere to sit, a room without too many people and the music wasn't too loud. The pool room that the boys usually went to when they wanted to escape the crowds, but didn't want to leave the party completely.
“Man, I love it when we’re here” Yeonjun sighed, sitting across from Heeseung and next to Jay “I wanted to run away from Stacy all night.”
“Is she annoying you?” Jay held back a laugh.
Talking about girls was the main topic when Yeonjun was around, and it wasn’t such a bad thing. Sharing experiences and even talking about how their current relationships were going, just as Jake made a point of praising Dahyun and how the two of them were getting along better and better. At some point in the conversation, Heeseung didn’t even bother to share anything, feeling shy for the first time. You had been the last girl he slept with, and talking about it, about the intimacy you two shared made him embarrassed. It wasn’t that he would brag every time he got with someone, on the contrary, the poor boy was the most teased because he rarely kissed a unit on the mouth at a party.
Maybe it was his chance to say that he had finally kissed someone after so long. But he wanted to keep it all to himself as if he felt jealous of sharing every detail about you.
“And you, Heeseung” Yeonjun called him as if he could read his thoughts. “Did you finally have sex?”
Sunghoon choked on his half-drunk drink, biting the plastic cup as he looked at his friend and noticed the shocked expression on his face. Yeonjun didn’t know anything about what had happened, especially since he wasn’t that close to you and Dahyun. He knew you two by sight and exchanged a few words because you were always around, but it’s not like he knew everything about you.
“He definitely had sex” Jake bit his lips to keep from smiling “Guess who?”
There wasn’t a single name that crossed Yeonjun’s mind, it was so difficult to associate Heeseung with anyone. Just like they associated Jake with Dahyun or Yeonjun with Stacy. Heeseung didn't have anyone on his radar, and the boys didn't know which girl had ever mentioned his name as a possible sexual companion.
A short period of silence fell over the room, and Jay's impatience quickly cut through.
"Y/n" he said.
“What?” it was Yeonjun’s turn to almost choke on his drink when he decided to take a sip of his beer. “Don’t you two, like, hate each other more than anything in the universe?”
I thought so, Heeseung had that answer on the tip of his tongue, almost wanting to say it out loud.
“So our dear Lee has a powerful dick” Yeonjun joked.
“Dude, we can ask Y/n if he has a small dick or not” Jay suggested.
“That’s cute, we’re finally going to know about his dick” Jake faked a cute voice, pouting and everything to get in on the joke.
“I don’t have a small dick, you idiots” Heeseung wanted to sound angry, although that joke was always there. Talking like that or about sexual performance with some girl… It would be disgusting if it was a conversation that happened often, but it wasn’t. It was just at times when they all wanted to escape from everything, to be in a universe where only boys existed and they could talk about anything.
A laugh filled the room before Heeseung or any of the boys could respond. Turning to the door, there you were. Standing with your hand on the doorknob and the other holding the plastic cup.
“Y/n!” Jay called out to you excitedly.
“Hey Y/n, is it true that Heeseung—” Yeonjun was interrupted by a flying plastic cup, hitting him in the chest as Heeseung threw it.
You had heard the entire conversation before entering the wrong room, looking for a bathroom to pee in. Your eyes scanned the room, seeing how relaxed and happy the boys were, far from those people you were starting to get bored with.
“Wrong door, sorry, boys” you waved and smiled at all of them, stopping your eyes on Heeseung for a long moment. Analyzing every inch of his body. Every piece of clothing adorned that man’s curves very well. Wide pants, white tank top, and leather jacket. A cardinal sin was that his hair was slicked back and the silver chain showing well above the collar of the tank top he was wearing. Luckily for you, the music was loud enough that no one could hear the force with which you swallowed when you noticed Heeseung’s collarbone was more exposed than usual. Waving to all of them, you closed the door as quickly as you opened it.
He tried to process what had just happened. Did your laughter indicate that you had heard the conversation, giving the boys room to think that he had a small dick? It wasn't possible… Heeseung couldn't believe it, even though it was true as he started to hear his friends making fun of your reaction.
If she laughed, it was because she agreed.
Does he really have a small dick?
Shit, Heeseung, she's teasing you.
He didn't want to hear anything from his friends anymore, the small flame of anger consuming him for teasing him like that in front of his friends. It wouldn't stay like this. Heeseung wouldn't let you get away with it, just like you almost didn't let him get away with it on library day.
Without time for goodbyes or small talk, Heeseung left the room in a hurry, opening the door and closing it without giving time for protests or for any of the boys to follow him. Now, in the middle of the small crowd in the hallway, he dodged some dancing and sweaty bodies, looking everywhere in search of you or his sister who, perhaps, could know where you were. Heeseung had a small spark of hope that he could find you before you went somewhere he couldn't find anymore. Or worse, that you started to feel tired and drunk enough to want to leave.
Running down the stairs, he reached the ground floor in record time, even with some people getting in his way. Heeseung walked from one room to the other, his eyes increasingly attentive to the people, scanning the place until he finally found you. Standing at one end of the table with glasses piled up in front of you, while his sister was at the other end with a few more girls.
“My turn to play,” one of them said, excited enough to grab the ball and throw it before it fell into one of the cups. She and Dahyun celebrated that you would have to drink, and from the look on your face, it wasn’t that good.
Heeseung took hurried steps towards the table, watching you take the ball out of the cup and drink all the contents inside.
“How disgusting” you stuck your tongue out, making a fake vomit sound before discarding the empty cup right next to you. “Now it’s my turn” but your turn didn’t come. Before you could even throw the ball into one of the cups in front of Dahyun and the other girl, Heeseung grabbed your arm and slid his fingers through your hand until he took the ball out. “What the fuck—”
“I need to talk to you” he said.
“Oh, that’s our girl, finally Y/n!” you wanted to ignore those comments, especially because Heeseung’s eyes were so intense and focused only on you. He didn’t care that the girls were joking about that situation, or how Dahyun was saying some teasing things in a playful tone. As if his gaze was capable of erasing everything around him and leaving only the two of you in the center of everything.
“Heeseung.”
“I said I need to talk to you, let’s go” he threw the ball to Dahyun, grabbing your arm again to get you out of there as quickly as possible.
Strangely you didn’t protest, just accepting the boy in front of you leading the way out of the party and through the front door. The air that hit your skin almost made you shiver, but Heeseung’s touch was capable of warming everything in your body without giving you a chance to feel the cold outside environment.
He stopped walking as soon as the two of you passed through the entire front yard, the sidewalk almost devoid of anyone around. Everyone was lying on the lawn or the porch, except for the excessive amount that was already inside Yeonjun's parents' huge house.
“What do you need to talk to me about?” you finally asked, letting your voice be heard by Heeseung after a while of silence between the two of you. He then let go of your arm, turning towards you to face you. Looking around a little, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't be interrupted or, worse still, that someone would hear your conversation. People had a slight impression that you and Heeseung always argued, but the only ones who listened attentively to this were your friends and his sister. Heeseung didn't want anyone else to know about these little details.
“You heard the boys’ conversation upstairs, didn’t you?” he asked you. His tone was usually serious, but with a hint of anger that was always directed at you.
“Wanting to know if you have a small dick? Yeah, I heard you” you laughed a little, regretting it the second Heeseung approached you. His eyes were glazed over anywhere on your face, at least you knew where he was looking. His chest rose and fell in a rapid breath as he leaned in enough to be able to look you in the eyes without losing your attention.
“Do you find this funny, Y/n?” his low tone of voice never had any effect on you, on the contrary, it always instigated you even more to tease him. Smiling now and then, pushing Heeseung’s buttons when he seemed mad at you. But this time it was different, his voice seemed to fade away as he said things to you that way. The look still in your eyes, now falling to your lips “So you think I have a small dick?”
“I didn’t say anything about that—” you were quickly interrupted.
“Answer my question” he said “Do you think I have a small dick?” Heeseung’s hand touched your waist, pressing his fingers tightly against the spot before pulling you against his body.
You swallowed any sound that could come out of your lips so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing the effect he was having on you. Your pride spoke louder at least at that moment.
Thinking of all the possibilities that could answer his question, something popped into your mind. The instinct of rivalry and fight between the two of you couldn’t end so soon, and you knew that a remnant of the old Y/n that started all this with Heeseung still lived inside you. So you did the right thing by whispering those words.
“On a scale of zero to ten, how angry will you be if I say yes?”
Heeseung felt like an idiot for letting a smile appear on his lips so easily, especially because of you.
“We’re going home right now, tell my sister to go with Jake” he said, not taking his hands off your waist until he took you to the car and they left that party.
You were both experiencing a little deja vu from the first night you were together, but something at that moment seemed to be a little slower. You arrived at the apartment without much of a rush because Heeseung drove carefully; the city streets at that time were not a safe place to speed, even if he was in a hurry. The silence in the building's elevator was not uncomfortable, much less the rustling of the keys when he opened the apartment door.
The path to his room was led by him, with dragging and slightly nervous steps – which you didn't notice and he was grateful – because you were equally nervous. The last time you made this path, you were in Heeseung's arms and with your mouth glued to his. Shy giggles and messy words were said as the two of you tried to balance each other until you entered his room.
When you entered the room again, the smell of Heeseung's cologne was still in the air. The same smell he had all over his clothes and inside the car, showing that when he had put on perfume a few hours before going to the party, the smell still lingered in the air. Your eyes searched around in search of some recognition, mentally cursing yourself for remembering practically everything. The shelf with trophies he had won, video games stacked perfectly next to each other, some dolls and superheroes. Nerd stuff that you had played with him for so long outside of that environment, but being in Heeseung's personal space and taking a good look at it was something new for you.
At that moment your thoughts flew to the boy in front of you who, delicately, wrapped his hands around your waist this time. The tender touch was a total opposite of what the two of you had been having lately, about everything that involved you and him. Heeseung pulled you closer, his forehead slowly touching yours, while one of his hands left your waist to touch your face. The touch of his fingers against your skin immediately made you close your eyes.
“Do you miss being here?” he asked in a playful tone, but the softness of that question made you wonder if you really missed being there. Even though it was the second time you had stepped into Heeseung's room under those circumstances.
“You're the one who misses having me here” you teased.
“Maybe so” he shrugged, smiling when you seemed surprised by his sudden confession, but you didn’t dare open your eyes. Shy enough not to be able to look at Heeseung while he was still caressing your face.
You had both consumed a little more alcohol than the last time you did this, but still, neither of you managed to get to the point of getting drunk. There was no way you could tell him that you drank too much at the games with Dahyun and the girls, and much less could Heeseung use the excuse that he was drunk with the boys. Again, you were both in that situation because you wanted to be.
“Y/n” he whispered your name, taking you out of the little trance where you could only hear your calm breathing and your heartbeats against each other due to the proximity of your body to his.
“Yeah” you answered.
“Can I kiss you again?” the first time he didn’t ask for permission in that scenario, Heeseung’s lips were simply against yours. But now, there inside his room, everything seemed different. All the tenderness and calm that you were strangely enjoying, while he didn't know exactly why he was caressing you so lovingly and asking permission for something he had already done.
“Yes, please” your answer surprised him more than it surprised you. You even said please, something that had never happened to him. Usually the only thank you you gave Heeseung or the only word of cordiality you said to each other was the famous good morning, and when Dahyun still insisted on the two of you.
Finally, Heeseung's lips pressed against yours, the soft touch of his mouth sliding over yours before he opened his mouth and urged you to do the same. Heeseung's chin slowly pressed against yours to keep your mouth open and enter his tongue into your cave, searching for your tongue and intertwining the two gently.
Although there was urgency in each touch, in how he wanted to kiss you and how you wanted to be kissed by him, something unsaid – but understood – was that you both wanted to enjoy that strangely pleasurable moment for both of you. Your hands went up to make contact with the collar of the jacket he wore, running your thin fingers under the leather before grabbing Heeseung's shoulders. Your skin against his made him sigh during the kiss, bringing you closer and walking with you towards the bed. Stopping only when his calf touched the wood indicating that he had reached where he wanted.
He was the first to stop kissing you, placing small kisses on your chin until he reached your jaw, where he lightly scraped his teeth and smiled when he saw the skin on your neck start to get goosebumps. You didn't want to be left behind, so your hands forced themselves on his shoulders to loosen his jacket and make it fall halfway down his arms. Heeseung grew impatient with that piece of cloth and soon got rid of the jacket, not bothering to throw it on the bedroom floor, wrapping his arms around your body again.
Heeseung returned with his lips against your skin, brushing whenever he could on every little spot before alternating with the tip of his tongue a short path down to below your ear. His breath so close was enough to make you go a little crazy more.
“We can—”
“We can do whatever you want” he told you, kissing the spot below your ear and returning to position his face aligned with yours. Foreheads together and feeling her breath hit his lips “Tell me and I will do it.”
It was your turn to kiss Heeseung, your hands holding his face to keep him close while his tongue wrapped around yours again. The perfect fit of your mouths and how the two of you, despite your need, didn't let go and didn't make a mess of it. Yet.
Heeseung picked you up just to lay you down on his bed, snuggling his body between your legs without taking his mouth off yours. He pulled away momentarily to breathe before kissing you again with even more desire. At that point you felt like you needed him even more, your legs wrapping around Heeseung's hips who, you could tell, was holding back from making any risky moves. Even though you both wanted that. But it was impossible to hold back any longer because of the way the kiss started to get sloppy and lazy. You didn't know that you could get even more excited by the way Heeseung's tongue moved against yours or how the softness of his lips remained even after you abused them for so long.
Involuntarily your hips rocked, feeling Heeseung's erection rub against your clothed pussy, making you both moan in sync.
“Fuck” he moaned into your mouth, swallowing another moan of yours as he pressed his hips against you so you could feel a little more of his cock.
“Heeseung” your hands ran down his arms, your nails making a reddish path against his skin as you marked him.
“Are you going to moan loudly now?” he teased, lifting his head to look at you. It would be typical of Lee Heeseung to comment on that while he had a hard-on and was between your legs, you should have imagined that.
“I think you need to keep your mouth busy and stop talking shit” you rolled your eyes at him, holding yourself back so that your arousal wouldn't turn into anger and you would hit the boy.
“Your wish is my command, ma'am” Heeseung smiled so seductively that you asked yourself countless questions at that moment.
As he slid down your body, taking off each piece of your clothing without your protest, you wondered. Heeseung always smiled mischievously at you, although the effects were always the opposite of what was happening. Maybe the vulnerability in which you and he found each other at that moment made you with your senses heightened, paying a little more attention than necessary. Of course, you saw Heeseung up close, in his most intimate form, just as he saw you too. So that would be a good explanation for why you felt strange when he, at that moment, directed the smiles that you knew so well, at you.
Looking down at the exact second that Heeseung took off your panties, you noticed how lost in thought you were at that moment. Did he undress you so quickly or were you thinking too much about his smile to notice that now you were both naked? It didn’t matter, the job was done and now you fought against your racing heartbeat as Heeseung’s face lowered to be level with your pussy.
As if asking permission with a glance directed at your face, you nodded slowly as he adjusted himself between your legs and placed a kiss on your thigh. His lips tickled your skin before sliding down to your groin and finally finding your pussy.
“Heeseung— shit” you held back a moan between your lips as the tip of his tongue touched your clit. Swollen and in need of his full attention which he was more than willing to give.
Heeseung wrapped one hand around your thigh, bringing the other to your pussy to part your labia and spread all your wetness on his fingertips. It was a sight he didn’t think he would ever see, but one he couldn’t stop seeing now. He needed to be in that position at least once a day, if possible. Heeseung’s fingers made their way across your pussy lips until they reached your hole, circling it before pushing in. He looked up, his face fucking gorgeous as you fought the urge to open your eyes.
He wrapped his lips around your clit to suck on your bundle of nerves at the same time his finger was inserted into your hole. The two sensations flooded you as you let out the most beautiful moan. It wasn't scandalous at all, on the contrary, it was low and sensual. A reminder of how Heeseung was making you feel with just a few seconds of giving your pussy proper attention.
Moving his finger inside you, he included another and the two began working in and out of your hole. The wet sound of his fingers fucking you along with the moans you were letting out made his cock throb. Heeseung felt himself getting harder and harder, aching and wanting to be inside you as soon as possible.
“Hee” you moaned that nickname that had been heard only a few times, but that was enough to make him want to hear it again. This seemed to motivate you a little more, because Heeseung inserted the third finger into your pussy and, leaning down again, he went back to kissing your clit and any other place his mouth could reach.
It seemed like the way he kissed your mouth, kissing your pussy so perfectly that you were going crazy. Your hands found their way into his hair, tangling a few strands without having enough strength to pull them out. You focused as much as possible on how well Heeseung was fucking you and his fingers curling inside your warm walls. It was the second time you had sex, but it seemed like he knew every spot on your body and how you should be touched.
Heeseung felt your hole tighten against his fingers, licking your clit more slowly, although the intrusion of his fingers into your hole wasn't that slow. He smiled against your pussy, lifting his face from there and crawling until his face was flush with yours. His fingers didn't stop fucking you even though his mouth was far from your pussy.
“Are you going to cum?” he asked in a deep and hoarse whisper, making you open your eyes and almost actually cum at that moment. His chin was covered in saliva and your wetness, making Heeseung even hotter than he looked.
You nodded quickly to him, bringing one of your hands to Heeseung's chin and sliding your thumb over the spots on his skin to clean it. Any other time this would have been kind of cute, warming both of your hearts with the act. Although he appreciated your care even if he didn't mind having a little bit of you stuck to his chin.
“I want you to cum looking into my eyes” he whispered “Can you do that?”
You had no way of knowing if you were capable of it, especially when his fingers started fucking you again so slowly, but so intensely. He made sure to go all the way to his knuckles, rotating and scissoring inside you with precision. Wanting to feel your warm walls enveloping them as he penetrated you. A scream burst from your throat when his thumb touched your clit, where his lips had been minutes ago. You moved your hips to match the movements of his fingers and that made Heeseung almost go crazy.
Your hands went back to touching his hair, one of them going to the back of his neck to pull his face close to yours. Heeseung kissed you to share a little of your taste on his tongue, to show you how addictive you were not only to the kiss but to the taste of your pussy that he was already starting to get addicted to. This was starting to get too much for you, the way he moved his tongue around as he kissed you to muffle your moans and the way his fingers filled you up nicely. A few more small strokes and a particularly hard press on your clit and you came undone, cumming all over his fingers and squeezing them like Heeseung remembered your pussy being capable of.
He held you throughout your orgasm, his fingers still inside you until your walls stopped convulsing and tightening. Slowly sliding out with all of your cum running down your fingers and into the palm of your hand.
“That was…” your words slowly faded as you noticed him pull away a little, enough for him to be able to place his hand between your face and his. The glow of your essence covering every little part of Heeseung’s fingers made your face heat up. It wasn’t the first time you had cum with him, but seeing it so close made you feel shy… You came all that and only on his fingers?
With an air of pride for having been the cause of it, Heeseung smiled before bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking every little drop of you. Fucking hot. He licked it all up with determination, just like he had done on your pussy until there was nothing left for him to clean.
“That was what?” he turned his attention back to you, a small smile on his lips as he leaned in again and now Heeseung's hips were pressed against yours.
Your pussy was still sensitive as his throbbing cock made contact with your folds. He let out a hiss, low and whimpering at the warm sensation that hadn't yet enveloped him. You wanted to surprise him just like he did to you, so slowly your lips enveloped his. A slow kiss to calm your heart that was still racing from the post-orgasm, but preparing yourself for what was on your mind as you felt him melt into your lips.
It was the calmness of Heeseung kissing you and the way you took his lips at that moment. Feeling the attention you gave to each caress, when your hands slid over his body… He just didn't count on how fast it was when you grabbed his dick and slid the red and sensitive head into your entrance.
“Y/n… Fuck, holy shit” he moaned. Being taken by surprise by the sensation, but unable to contain himself when he felt your hot hole envelop him. Quickly his hips pushed forward as if he was trained to do it, as if Heeseung needed to do it without thinking, just being close to your pussy like something magnetic to his dick.
In a quick movement, his entire dick was inside you, and you both moaned at the same second. You because you felt filled by his dick, killing the longing that was to have him inside you. That would never be admitted out loud. While he felt the warmth and sponginess of your walls enveloping every inch of his dick. A hot embrace that he needed more than ever. Another thing that wouldn't be admitted out loud either.
Heeseung adjusted himself, one hand resting on the side of your head while the other found its way to your hip. Supporting himself and squeezing the flesh of your skin as he rested his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes before starting to move.
You remember that the first time you two had sex, Heeseung practically fucked you. The force with which his cock entered and left you, the way he ate you out and you sucked him. It was an almost angry but needy sex, where the two of you poured out teasing and moaning. But this time was different. He also remembered the way you and he gave yourselves to each other the first time. How his hips tortured yours as his cock went in and out, hearing you moan his name so much that Heeseung could think it was devotion to him.
But this time he moved masterfully. Slowly and carefully, but each time his dick entered, Heeseung went intensely to the bottom, putting just enough force to make his dick enter you completely and reach the limit that was being in your pussy, reaching your deepest point. His dick slid perfectly inside you, combining his pre-cum with your fluids and the cum from the previous orgasm, all combined with the way he moved.
To add even more intensity to the sex, Heeseung remained with his gaze fixed on your eyes. His hand on your hip tightened as he managed to reach the bottom of your pussy or when your walls squeezed him at a certain point. He was on cloud nine every time your hole swallowed him and he felt your walls being slid by every inch of him.
“Y/n” the whisper of his voice made you mumble softly, as if answering his call and telling him that you were listening. Not wanting to say too much or simply interrupt what he wanted to say to you “That’s amazing” he slowly kissed your lips, the hand on your hip sliding down to grip your thigh “You’re amazing.”
He didn’t even care if it had been said that way or how you would react. By the way your eyes were soft on him, your mouth half open letting moans escape, Heeseung could tell you felt the same way.
“You’re an idiot” you whispered “But you’re amazing too, Heeseung” he chuckled against your lips as he kissed you again.
The sharing of each movement of your tongues as they danced in sync with his hips that were still moving against yours. His cock throbbed inside your pussy indicating that he wouldn't last much longer than that, although your pussy was addictive and he could fuck you all night. But Heeseung wasn't that strong when it came to you – at least not in the last week that he discovered what sex with you was like – so cumming was more than a necessity for him at that moment.
He quickened the pace of his thrusts, the sound of his pelvis hitting against your thighs quickly in search of the apex to share a little more intimacy. Heeseung thrust his cock into you fast, but with a certain care that made your chest heat up. And that was a combination of the overwhelming sensations that the two of you were sharing. His cock went to the limit, touching your cervix as he started and going a little harder and faster to fuck you with a little more need.
Heeseung rested his forehead against yours again, a silent plea that he wanted to see you cum with him or simply see your expression when the two of you came together. And with a few more strokes you felt the burning in the pit of your stomach. Your hands ran to hold his face, afraid that the two of you would turn away and you wouldn't be able to look at him while you came undone on his cock.
“Hee” you called him before moaning close to his mouth, sharing accelerated breaths before your walls closed around his cock, cumming hard. More than the first time on his fingers.
That was too much for Heeseung to handle, he wouldn't be able to hold back the feeling of your walls convulsing around his cock. Your cum slid all over his length and hitting against his pelvis. Heeseung felt his balls ache as he continued to pound his cock into you until he finally came. The hot and long jets of cum inside your pussy, hitting your insides hard. He moaned your name tirelessly as he continued to move in search of prolonging both orgasms.
For a long moment, the two of you remained in that position, trying to normalize your breathing, which was still more than accelerated. Heeseung held you as if his life depended on it, and so did you. Little by little, after your pussy stopped squeezing him and his cock stopped twitching, he slowly raised his hips to pull out of you. Both of you moaning together were almost no longer connected as before, he threw himself next to you on the bed.
“Don’t move” Heeseung whispered, although he knew you didn’t have the strength to do it. With great difficulty, he got up and made the well-known path to the bathroom outside the room. Thankfully, no one had arrived from the party yet, having the apartment just for the two of you. When Heeseung returned to the room, he had a small smile on his lips as he lay down next to you again, bending over you.
“What…” he seemed to have the power to interrupt you on the strangest occasions, catching you by surprise with unexpected actions. He cleaned you carefully, leaving no trace of the two of you between your legs, just like he had done in the bathroom with himself a few seconds ago. Heeseung discarded the damp paper in the trash next to the computer table, lying down next to you again and wrapping his arm around your waist. Just like he had done the first night you and he slept together.
But this time it didn’t seem so strange to you. What was strange was that you liked the feeling of having him so close like this, facing him and resting your hands on Heeseung’s exposed chest.
“So you…”
“Don’t say anything to provoke me now or I’ll hit you” it was your turn to interrupt him, making Heeseung laugh as he pulled you closer and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You didn't know what happened to you after Heeseung touched you, because every little thing he did made your whole body shiver.
“I was just going to say…” he whispered, his lips close to your ear, but with a subtle tone that was rarely – if ever – used with you “If you still think you hate me.”
“I do” you answered quickly. Heeseung laughed against your ear, lifting his face so he could look at you.
“Then I hate you too” he said back, pressing his lips against yours, but not kissing them like he always did when he was close enough to you. “Can we hate each other like we did today, then?”
It was your turn to laugh, making Heeseung feel strange now. His heart skipped a beat at the brightness in your eyes and the way you frowned when you were smiling like that. Was he paying too much attention or were the two of you close enough that he couldn't notice anything other than you and what you were doing? He wasn't sure.
“I think we can hate each other like this” you replied, seeing the small hint of happiness in his eyes and in the smile he gave you.
Pressing his lips slowly to yours, you let him kiss you so subtly like you never thought would happen. Because after all, you and Heeseung hated each other.
And you would hate each other the same way you did in his bed.
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TRY AND RUN. chapter 1
pairing: yandere! sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis: everyone saw you and your husband, sunghoon, as the perfect couple. But there's just something very wrong about him and you're not gonna stop till you find out.
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you suffer from paraplegia (paralyzed from the hips till down), you find out that your husband is more than what he says he is.
w.c: 3.8k+
warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, smut, (mdni), fluff, mention of killing someone, drinking, stalking?, hoon and reader are very much in love and it shows.
a/n: honestly this has been in my drafts for too long but I've been busy with clg I'm sorry for the wait. btw for the story to make sense, since she's paralyzed it'll only be her legs not her hips and yk.. and it's just a fictional story so of course not everything is real especially in how I'm writing the readers condition (pls don't come at me-)
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smut warning under cut!!
warnings: smut, (mdni), mention of sex, nipple sucking, mention of masturbating in the shower, pussy slapping, dirty talk, edging, fingering, marking, possessive sunghoon, my first time writing smut!!! 18+ mdni
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The light of the morning sun seeped through the kitchen windows, as the sound of eggs sizzling in the pan can be heard throughout the kitchen walls, once you turned off the stove and put the eggs and bacon in plates you were about to turn around with your wheelchair but was abruptly stopped when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
your head quickly turns around since you heard no noise of anyone being awake other than you. But your worries faded as soon as you saw the face of your husband, sunghoon, standing before you.
giving him a small smile sigh "you almost scared me to death.” he giggled at your reply giving you a kiss on your check “I'm sorry darling, didn't mean to.”
He helped you set up the breakfast on the table and you both sat down to eat, “so, what do you want to do today?” He started which made you look up from your plate, swallowing before replying “don't you have work today?”
“I can take some time off just for you.” he smirked as he took a bite of his breakfast, “really? Then maybe we can go to the beach! The weather seems lovely today.” He smiled at your enthusiasm.
“Anything for my pretty girl.” it's not that sunghoon doesn't take you out, in fact he tries to take you out every week but he's been very busy lately that you both have spent the whole week at home whenever he comes back from work.
You both went back to eating in silence, it wasn't awkward. It could never be awkward when you're with sunghoon.
When you were both done you were about to take the plates and put them in the sink but sunghoon beat you to that “I'll do the dishes, you should've woke me up to help you with breakfast too.”
“You looked so peaceful while sleeping I couldn't bring myself to wake you up.” You chuckled remembering how you were admiring how he looked while sleeping. “you're too nice, why can't you just leave these things for me, I hate making you do anything when I'm available.”
Sunghoon said while moving towards you, holding your chin up to make you look at him, as your eyes met his you almost felt like you were at a loss of words, his beauty was unbelievable.
And you can't believe it's all yours to admire, you sometimes wonder how you and sunghoon even ended up together. He could do so much better than someone who can't even walk on their legs, and with his looks you're sure he can get any woman out there.
Even though your husband made sure to always tell you how much your legs were beautiful it still was your biggest insecurity. Was he even content with the life he's living right now, stuck with someone who's a liability—
Before you could go on with the negative thoughts, you felt sunghoon's lips right on yours pulling you back into reality, you threw your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you as you lost yourself in his soft lips.
And before it can escalate into anything sunghoon pulled away slowly from you, the kiss wasn't long, it was short but sweet enough to make your heart feel like it stopped.
“What were you thinking about, pretty.” He said while his hand slid up to rub your cheeks “nothing..” you mumbled as you smiled softly at him
He started kissing your neck as his soft yet strong hands made their way to palm your breasts “nothing, really?” looking up at you as his hands palmed your breasts through your shirt “hoon..” you whispered as the touch surprised you, feeling the blood rush in your body.
His hands slowly went under your shirt, trying to remove your bra as he cupped your breasts in his big palms, you arched your back a bit whining at the sudden coldness of his hands on your nipples.
He pulled back and removed your shirt quickly while his lips immediately made their way to your breasts, as he licked and sucked on your nipples, trying to give both your bossoms the same attention while his hands kept going down until they reached your thighs.
He left your nipple with a pop coming from his mouth after feeling satisfied and started sucking on your neck again, trying to leave his marks as much as he could. sunghoon has always been the clingy and touchy type, a minute doesn't go by where he doesn't at least have one of his hands on you.
You quickly held his hands as you tried squirming away “stay still.”
“hoon, not now. it's too early” you whined, removing his hands away from you “it's never too early to want to eat you out.” You felt him smirk against your neck as you hit him jokingly on his head “oh god, don't say stuff like that so early in the morning.” You sighed as you heared him chuckle.
“Well someone needs to help me with this problem.” He brought your hands near his already hard boner, you rolled your eyes at him before replying in a non amused tone “the shower exists.”
“Come on, you're not gonna let me jerk off when you're right here, are you?” the option of strangling him right now didn't feel like such a bad idea right now “sunghoon! I said don't say stuff like that in the morning.”
You heard him laugh before he helped you with your shirt and then he made his way to the counter, turning on the kettle to make you chamomile tea as he started washing the dishes.
Once he was done with the dishes, you drank your tea and took all the medicines you needed for the day, sunghoon took you back to the room to get ready.
Once you got to the room, he stole a kiss before you felt his arms behind your back and knees, as he carried you to the bathroom.
You took a shower while he did whatever it was while waiting for you to finish, this has always been your morning routine. You got out of the shower while he got you some undergarments “what would you like to wear today?” he said while searching in your closet.
Once he found the dress he was looking for he turned back just to find you in your bra and panties already “how about this dress, it would look perfect on you.” It was a summer dress, it was blue in color and had tiny flowers scattered at the end. The dress reaches till your knees which seems perfect with the warm weather outside.
Sunghoon always had a good fashion sense and you never judged his taste in clothes. As he helped you put on the dress, he left you alone to go get ready as you started brushing your hair and putting on a bit of makeup.
Once you both were done he helped you get down the stairs through the stair climber, and you both made your way to the front door, ready to go to the car while sunghoon went back to get his car keys from the bedroom. You and sunghoon lived a bit far away from the city, there isn't a neighborhood around you other than the elderly couple and their dog which they live right on the other side of your house.
They're sweet when they want to be but they're also very rude, especially their German shepherd dog which you're very scared of as you once saw him chase a cat and in the end rip it in half.
you tried not getting near him but, The Kangs, your neighbors, seem to let him lose in the morning and maybe he likes hanging around your house because every morning he is there, almost like he's waiting for you to come out just to see the terrified look on your face.
You've tried talking to the kangs about it but it's only useless when you see him the next morning right outside, and that's exactly the same exact thing you're looking at right now. The German shepherd is right outside your door, staring at you with his blood shot eyes like he's trying to tell you to run before he rips you to pieces.
as you started going backwards using your wheelchair,you felt like screaming but you knew this would only make things worse. You kept going back until you felt your wheelchair bump into something, or more like someone. You looked behind you just to see your husband standing there, glaring at the dog.
He didn't waste a second before he took one of the many umbrellas next to the door, and started threatening the dog, as you saw the dog run away you finally let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. You felt sunghoon's hand engulf yours as he got down on his knees “are you okay, love? You're shaking.” You looked at your hands just to see your hands shaking a bit.
“Yeah I'm fine, you know how it goes with that dog around.” You said as you smiled at sunghoon to make him less worried, “you know I can always threaten the neighbors into getting rid of their dog, if they can't tame him then they might as well just get rid of him. He's been getting on my nerves lately.”
“thank you.. but no it's just a dog, I need to get over my fear of him anyways.”
“I'll make sure to talk to them again about keeping the dog away from our house.”
“Thank you hoon. Really, I appreciate it.”
He smiled at your reply as he began to make his way to the car, he helped you get in and then made his way to the driver seat, and you both set off to the beach.
You felt the sun caress your skin, it wasn't too hot but also not too cold, the weather was perfect for a walk especially with the sight of the beach around.
At the end of your walk sunghoon suddenly stops walking as you saw him roll the hem of his pants and take his socks off, once he looked at you, you tilted your head to the side looking confused but he only smiled at you before he lifted you up bridal style and started walking towards the water.
“hey! What are you doing!” he giggled at your confusion before he felt the water engulf his feet, he dipped you down, your hand reaching for the water, feeling the temperature of it. It was warm and calming against your hand.
You felt the wind breeze at both your figures as you smiled, watching the sun set, you felt relaxed.
“Wanna go back home now?” he asked, as you nodded. He started walking back while giving you small kisses on your face, moments like these made you feel like everything was okay, that there was nothing wrong. He made you feel special, like everyone in the world doesn't exist and it's only him and you.
“I'm so lucky to have you.” He would always make sure you know that you're the blessing in his life, not like it's the other way around. And you wished, hoped, and prayed that in every life, sunghoon would be there, with you.
But you should've known earlier, that all of this… was too good to be true.
sunghoon came out of the car while making his way into the private club, the lights of the club reflecting into him as he made his way to the VIP section, he kept walking until he stopped In front of a table with two guys occupying it.
“Did you finish what I asked you to do?”
“Yup and we left the body as it is, just like you asked.” Jay, sunghoon's workmate, said as he saw sunghoon smile a bit before taking a seat “He was very annoying though, I hate it when they scream and beg a lot.” Heeseung, sunghoon's other workmate, added with a roll in his eyes.
“He should've kept his eyes in check then, checking out my wife when I was right next to her and thinking he would get away with it.” He laughed before he continued “it won't be long before his body is found by the police, you didn't leave anything behind, right?” He relaxed into his seat as he took a sip from the drink that was ordered before he showed up.
“Don't worry, we've taken care of everything.” Heeseung said while taking the shot in front of him and chugging it down feeling it go down his throat finally letting loose.
Sunghoon didn't like lying to you, but there were some things that were better kept as a secret than you having to know, for example, his whole life. You didn't need to know that he worked under an organization, you only knew that he has a normal job, working for a normal company, as a normal office worker.
You didn't need to know that the food you're eating, the clothes you're wearing, the house bills, everything that's getting paid for is from money gotten from killing people as a job.
You just finished making dinner, washing the dishes you used as you waited for sunghoon to get back from work.
wiping your wet hands on the towel you suddenly felt someone's hands on your shoulders as you yelped and turned your head around just to see it was your husband.
You let out a sigh, feeling like you almost got a heart attack. Sunghoon was always slow footed when he got home, you smiled at him before you saw a bouquet of roses in front of you.
Your smile grows even more “thank you, you didn't have to.”
He was about to respond before you quickly pulled him closer to your lips, giving him a kiss to show your gratitude, and he reciprocated your eager kiss. But you pull back before it can turn into anything more, remembering that sunghoon must be hungry.
You both ate your dinner while sunghoon was telling you what he did through the day and you told him about your little activities while you were home alone before you decided to cook dinner.
You were too engrossed looking at the computer to notice your husband coming in with a mug of chamomile tea, he makes it for you every morning and every night “for you.” He said as he set the cup down on the desk, “thank you, hoonie.” He smiled before replying “what are you working on?”
“Nothing, just the usual editing you know.” you took a sip, humming at the taste and giving sunghoon a thumbs up.
Even though your legs weren't functioning, which meant the line of jobs you can choose from is sufficient, you decided to do a job that didn't need you to get out of your home. You usually edit people's writing, it isn't much but it's still something and you were very happy with it.
“Don't you think it's time to go to bed?” He said a chuckle following “I will! After I finish this.” Sunghoon frowned a bit trying to make you change your mind and get to bed earlier.
“How about finishing it tomorrow and spending the rest of the night with me… in bed..” you rolled your eyes knowing exactly what he's trying to say, you couldn't reply as you felt him pulling your body closer to his and smashing his lips into yours, his tongue clashing against yours, hands exploring your body as yours stayed on his chest, gripping his shirt tightly trying to keep up with the kiss.
His large hands stopped at your ass palming it through your clothes before he suddenly held you up, not breaking the heated kiss and making his way to the bed, he placed you down gently on the soft mattress before pulling away slowly from you.
his forehead right against yours as he stared into your eyes, “kiss me again, please.” You breathed, growing impatient already, and sunghoon didn't hesitate before pulling you closer to him again, feeling the soft muscle against his as you both needily kiss each other.
Your hands travel through his hair trying to pull him closer than he already is, as sunghoon's hands stay on your ass squeezing the soft blush, he quickly took off the nightgown you're wearing, while his lips trail down to your chin, leaving love bites on your neck and chest as you whimpered.
“hoon, don't leave too many marks. I can't cover all of them.” he chuckled “I don't regret leaving them on your body this morning, everyone needs to know that you're mine.”
You felt the possessiveness radiating off his whole body, “you're so possessive” you rolled your eyes “I'm just stating the truth, you're mine.”
“Am I really?”
He raised a brow, are you testing him right now? His big hands quickly removed the lace panties you had on, just for him, throwing it somewhere as his hand palmed your soaked pussy, letting out a small gasp at the sudden feeling.
“Don't test me, you know you're mine. No matter how many times you disagree, I'll be here to remind you who you belong to.”
you felt a shiver run through your body, his fingers stroking your outer lips, spreading your wetness around, and without a warning two of his fingers entered you, diving in too deep, stretching you out.
You arch your back, as you cry out for him, your thighs trembling, and your hands holding on tightly to the mattress. The sound of your soaked juices can be heard in the quiet room, feeling the tight knot in your stomach starting to form, ready to break any second, before you felt nothing.
You whined, his fingers leaving your tight hole as they traveled to his mouth for a taste “fuck you taste amazing, I'm so lucky to be the only one who gets to taste you, to see you like this, and to get to fuck you. No other man will ever be able to satisfy you like I do, right darling?”
Squirming, his words almost making your orgasm come back, he gets impatient when he gets no response from you, giving a small slap to your cunt as you cry out at the impact.
“I need words princess.” he breathed out almost cumming in his pants at the fucked out look you have on your face, panting as your chest is heaving up and down.
He gives another slap to your cunt, you try to squirm away from him, blinking away the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, which failed by the way, “yes! oh fuck only you hoon, I need only you please!”
Sunghoon groaned before his hands started working on his sweatpants, removing his pants and boxer all in one go, he quickly aligns himself to your hole, teasing your folds hearing you whine before he slowly entered the tip in.
His mouth making its way to your nipples to ease the pain, sunghoon was big, very big, no matter how many times he stretched you out it'll always feel like the first time.
He tugs at your bosoms, while fully entering your tight hole, he starts to thrust in at a slow pace as you arch your back, feeling the pain of the stretch but at the same time pleasure is making you lose your mind.
Once the pain subsided you couldn't hold back “hoonie please, faster!” and faster he went, tucking your legs up till they almost reach your shoulders.
This position probably hurts but you didn't really feel anything in your legs other than the pleasure coursing through your body.
He left your nipples with a pop as his thrusts slowed down a bit “you like it when I fuck you like this, pretty? Tell me how much you like it.” his hand went down to play with your clit.
Nothing comes out of you other than a whine, feeling frustrated that your orgasm has been delayed again. You felt his thrusts completely stop, holding your chin to face him as he groaned.
“I need words baby, or you won't get to cum tonight.” You can feel the tears going down your face, too annoyed and stimulated to be able to talk. You managed to get a word or two out, feeling like you will break any second now if you do speak.
“Yes, please! I- I need more, please.” He grinned hearing how your voice is shaking almost like he's trying to make fun of you. “What my pretty doll wants, she'll get.” He said as he thrusted his cock fully in, holding tightly to the bed covers that your knuckles are turning white from the tight grip, screaming at his big cock being inside you.
The feeling of his tip touching your cervix is making you crazy, his fast thrusts are making you lose your mind, the feeling of your orgasm coming back “I'm gonna— fuck cum, I'm gonna cum oh fuck”.
His pace went faster and the need to cum with you at the same time as he groaned “yeah baby, cum for me. Make a mess in my cock and milk me dry.” He said in between heavy breaths, and once he gave you the green light, the knot in your stomach finally snapped.
He kept going helping you throughout your orgasm as he filled you up, groaning while holding you tight. You both sat in silence. The only sound in the room was the sound of the heavy breaths and sighs you both let out, still in the heat of the moment.
When sunghoon recovered, he looked straight into your eyes before muttering “I love you.” he rolled off to his side of the bed bringing you closer to his body.
You smiled at his words, the sunghoon you saw a min ago is not the same sunghoon you're seeing now. And it always surprises you with how much he can change when he's in bed.
“I love you too hoonie, always and forever.”
You didn't hear a response as you felt sunghoon's chest go up and down and soft sound of his snores, he's sound asleep, you closed the small lamp beside your bed, ready to go to sleep.
Once you closed your eyes, trying to get to the land of dreams, you felt a white light blind your eyes, like some kind of camera flash, you opened your eyes confused on what that was, but also too tired to investigate where it came from.
You found nothing in the dark, and were about to close your eyes again before you saw the white light coming from the window. your neighbors house? But the light seemed very close to the window to be from the neighbors house. And Before you could press on the matter any longer you felt yourself succumb to the tiredness.
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I feel like heeseung would be the type to send you voice messages while he's at the gym doing his workout routine so that when he speaks he'll be gasping and grunting because of the weight lifting, and maybe even growling at some point. And he would do it because he knows it turns you on, he'll be asking you the most normal question but add between every word a small gasp and at the end of his sentence he would drop the weight and exhale, and when you suddenly go quiet he knows exactly what's going on in your head. HE WOULD BE SUCH A TEASE.
TRY AND RUN. chapter 2
pairing: yandere!sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis: everyone saw you and your husband, sunghoon, as the perfect couple. But there's just something very wrong about him and you're not gonna stop till you find out.
or
you suffer from paraplegia (paralyzed from the hips till down), you find out that your husband is more than what he says he is.
warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,mdni, no smut in this chapter (sorry), torture, mention of killing, mention of using 'acid' as a way of killing, mention of animal abuse, stalking, mention of sexual intercourse, ALOT of cursing- , drug usage.
a/n: FINALLY I POSTED!!!! not proud of this chapter tbh but I hope y'all like it, I'll probably rewrite this chapter after I finish this series or maybe not. nways I'm thinking of making a chapter with 3some tho I'm still thinking about it.
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The morning after, you did your normal morning routine, the only difference was the feeling of someone watching you.
You've never felt unsafe and uncomfortable in your own house, but ever since yesterday you've been feeling uneasy.
Like the walls had eyes of their own, following your every action, you've tried to let go of the feeling for now and not tell your husband about yesterday.
You tried convincing yourself that you must've been Hallucinating, that you were just seeing things, but no matter how many times you tried you couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was actually there.
Trying to act like everything was okay, like someone didn't just take a picture of you naked, with your husband in bed, felt almost impossible that even sunghoon noticed that you're not like how you normally are, so he decided to call sick from work for today to stay at home with you.
Of course, you tried changing his mind that you're fine and missing work for two days is utterly unacceptable, but he only pushed it off saying “you're more important to me, doll.” Which got you rolling your eyes at him.
After breakfast you both baked cookies, which turned into a flour fight but you still got the cookies done. Then you both took a bath where sunghoon insisted that you should do it together to “save water”, y'all were in there for almost 3 hours, which made you curse at yourself for not being able to say no to your husband.
So now it's almost 8 pm and you're both cuddling on the couch, scrolling through your phone, drinking chamomile tea while he's going through the tv channels, munching on the cookies you both made not finding anything interesting.
That's when he decided to just leave the tv on the news channel and look at your phone with you instead, 10 mins went by until you heard the news reporter talking about some crime that apparently happened yesterday.
The reports are showing that the crime happened near your city, though it didn't surprise you since there's been a lot of repetition of the same crime, happening almost every week and every time it's been done by the same killer, who still hasn't been caught.
Recently the police have been trying to catch a killer going by the name “acid killer” since he uses acid as the main source of his killing, apparently it has been happening for almost a year now and the suspect has never been caught.
From what the police explained to the public, the killer makes the hostage drink acid and then skin them alive so they won't be recognizable. Who in their right mind would even have the guts to do any of this.
Your eyes were fixated on the screen, finding interest in it as you were oblivious to sunghoon sitting next to you, looking way too calm especially with the smirk on his face.
“This case has been open for so long and the police barely have any leads, do you think they'll get caught any time soon?” you asked a hint of wariness in your voice.
“He hasn't been caught for a year and the police barely have any leads, it seems like the police are having a challenge, but no matter what, I'll make sure no one gets their hands on you. You're only mine after all.”
You took his words as a sign of his love for you and smiled at him, finding comfort in his words… if only you noticed the small little signs in his words before it became late.
The quiet atmosphere in your house came to a halt as soon as you both heard the sound of a dog barking like crazy and the sound of people yelling outside, you flinched at the sudden loud voices.
Your hold on sunghoon’s hand tightens while trying to make out what all the screaming is about, you look back at sunghoon with a pleading look in your eyes, and without any words exchanged he understood what you wanted making his eyes roll at you.
“Oh hush I know you're also curious about what they're fighting about!” he gave you a chuckle before he put one of his hands under your knees and behind your neck and held you up, making his way to the window. He settled you on the couch under the window while opening the blinds and the window a bit just to get a small peek.
You look outside to see both of your neighbors screaming at each other while their dog is following behind them still barking “don't deny it, I saw the pictures with my own eyes, you creep.” Mrs.kang says furiously as it looks like she's making her way to her car with her husband following behind her.
“I told you already these are not mine, I don't know who put them there but I did not take these pictures.” Mr.kang replies catching up with his wife before she enters the car.
“Turns out he's a creep, not surprised though he does look like one.” Sunghoon whispers to you as if your neighbors can hear you if you speak any louder, and you couldn't help the little giggle that fell from your lips, it quickly died down when you saw mrs.kang slap her husband so hard that the sound was clearly heared by you and sunghoon as you both gasp at the sudden show of violence.
“You motherfucker, I knew you were a Pervert but I didn't think you'd go and creep up on young ladies who are married, what will Mr.Park say once he finds out you've been taking secret pictures of his wife, nevertheless when she's nude.”
and suddenly it felt like the world stopped, you couldn't hear any of the neighbors yelling as you tried to process what you just heard. Yesterday, the flash in the window, was mr.kang?
Of course your neighbors weren't the best of people, but it's still a bit surprising that they had the heart to do something like that, though it didn't add up with how could mr.kang even climb up to your room's balcony, or maybe the flash was too bright?
Your thoughts suddenly stopped at the feeling of a trembling hand around your waist, you looked back just to see sunghoon looking straight at your neighbors, specifically mr.kang, through the living room window, you can almost feel the anger coursing through his body.
You put your hand on his trying to calm him down, you both have the right to be mad right now but this could be solved in much better ways than violence, Sunghoon looks down at you holding himself back from spewing bloodshed In front of you.
Your small staring contest gets cut off by the sound of Mrs.kang slapping her husband again “I will not tolerate this behavior, you can save your explanations to the police. And I've got all the proof here so you better not lie to me, pictures of her while she sleeps, you creep!”
“Goddammit women, I'm not gonna explain shit when I know I didn't do anything. Even if I did it's not like we do anything in the bedroom so might as well find someone else to entertain me.” Mrs. Kang ignored him as she made her way to her car before Mr.kang held her back, probably trying to stop her from going to the police station.
After the whole neighbor ordeal happened with mr.kang convincing his wife to talk it out, sunghoon couldn't leave your side for a second, he helped you relax from everything that happened, and he tried convincing you to press charges against him but you just shook your head and decided on locking the windows and shut the curtains next time.
But sunghoon couldn't keep up like this, it's like he couldn't trust his own house anymore, not like you blame him ever since this whole stalking thing unfolded you've felt like there's eyes around the whole house, watching your every move, so you felt much grateful for sunghoon’s presence.
It was almost 2 am as you were finishing some work while drinking chamomile tea made by sunghoon, he was waiting for you in bed, he didn't initiate anything today which felt not normal at all especially since he's always trying to do something to get you in bed.
When he saw you getting closer he jumped up and helped you get in bed with a small “finally!” coming out of his mouth, “missed me, huh?” You replied teasing him at how clingy he can be, not like you're complaining.
“So much! I was dying slowly the longer you were away from me.” He joked as he hugged your body, tightening his hold on you while you played with his hair "you're so dramatic" you rolled your eyes.
It wasn't long before you flaked out, Sunghoon can feel your chest going up and down as you breathe slowly, the small snores coming from your mouth are confirming that you're fast asleep.
He made his way out of your bed to the walk-in closet in your bedroom, he put on his work suit and shoes trying not to make a lot of sound to not wake you up, which won't happen since your chamomile tea consisted of an extra ingredient today.
A sleeping drug.
He made his way out of the house after he made sure that all the curtains were firmly closed, got in the car and took the route to the work company which was dark and quiet since it's past midnight already. He went quickly to the elevator going down to the basement.
The basement was also quiet, of course there were some workers in their office minding their own business, doing their own work. Sunghoon made his way to the main office, he opened the door just to see his two close co-workers right there.
No words needed to understand that sunghoon was mad, he didn't just look mad he looked furious like he can almost blow this whole place up.
He couldn't take his anger out on your neighbor since you were right there, he didn't want you to see his other side, the side that you'll hate, you'll loathe him if you find out what the real him does, if he could he would've stabbed your neighbor till you can see his insides clearly.
He's gonna make him regret ever looking your way, he'll make him pay. Sunghoon's thoughts are all over the place, someone saw his wife in such a vulnerable state and he's still alive, how can he stay sane when that motherfucker is probably safely asleep right now.
“We're gonna kill the neighbors.”
Heeseung and Jay both looked at him confused about what he was talking about, he just came in looking like a madman talking about killing, not like it's a new thing but a bit of context would've been helpful.
“What did your old aged neighbors do? They can barely even walk.” Jay said in a joking manner but still curious.
“Did Mr.kang take secret pictures of your ‘doll’ or something?, like what's the worst they can do.” Heeseung joked while he and Jay were laughing.
Sunghoon stayed quiet getting irritated trying to think of ways to torture mr.kang, jay noticed his boss’s silence, his eyes widening they can almost pop off.
“Wait, you're being serious? I didn't think that old man could even do anything other than complain about his wife.” Jay uttered still not believing it, when he and heeseung tried finding information about the neighbors, prior to sunghoons order, they were just a normal old married couple nothing seemed off.
“Let's get rid of the dog.” Sunghoon blurted out, finally looking content with the decision he came to.
“Woah woah woah! The dog?! Since when are we doing animal abuse here?” Jay replied hoping to change his boss' mind, not ready to hear a dog cry for his life.
“I hate the dog anyways, we'll kill the dog and later on the neighbors, I'll tell y/n they moved out or something.” Jay sighed knowing Sunghoon wouldn't change his mind.
Sunghoon was very attentive to everything happening in his life, he still doesn't understand how he didn't suspect anything suspicious with his neighbors, once he's done with him he'll make sure this mistake won't happen again.
But maybe, it didn't only happen once, but twice… since both of the men sitting down in the office failed to notice the smirk on their friend's face as he watched sunghoon's face filled with anger trying to come up with a plan to get rid of Mr.kang.
Maybe Sunghoon wasn't as attentive as everyone says he is, since he neglected the fact that the person he trusts the most, is the person that he shouldn't have trusted at all.
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i have started to officially write, as the first fic i've posted was supposed to be the only fic i'll ever write. but with somehow 38 of you who liked the yunjin smut too much, i've decided to cook. i hope y'all look forward to it. toodles
- MASTERLIST -
. le sserafim .
- kim chaewon
steaming hot
- miyawaki sakura
nothing here yet...
- huh yunjin
all night
- nakamura kazuha
nothing here yet...
. ive .
- jang wonyoung
fingering headcanons
- naoi rei
nothing here yet...
. newjeans .
- kim minji
nothing here yet...
- pham hanni
nothing here yet...
- danielle june marsh ( ! sfw only ! )
nothing here yet...
- kang haerin ( ! sfw only ! )
nothing here yet...
. aespa .
- yu jimin
nothing here yet...
- uchinaga aeri
nothing here yet...
- kim minjeong
nothing here yet...
- ning yizhuo
nothing here yet...
. enhypen .
- yang jungwon
nothing here yet...
- lee heeseung
nothing here yet...
- park jongseong
nothing here yet...
- sim jaeyun
nothing here yet...
- park sunghoon
nothing here yet...
- kim sunoo
nothing here yet...
- nishimura riki ( ! sfw only ! )
nothing here yet...
. tomorrow by together .
- choi soobin
nothing here yet...
- choi yeonjun
nothing here yet...
- kang taehyun
nothing here yet...
- choi beomgyu
nothing here yet...
- huening kai
nothing here yet...
. bini .
- maraiah queen arceta
nothing here yet...
- maria nicolette vergara
nothing here yet...
- mary loi yves ricalde
nothing here yet...
- gweneth apuli
nothing here yet...
- lindtsey stacey aubrey sevilleja
nothing here yet...
- mikhaela janna lim
nothing here yet...
- jhoanna christine robles
nothing here yet...
- sheena mae catacutan
nothing here yet...
SO ANXIOUS
prompt : breeding
pairing/s : switch!kim sunoo x fem!reader
tag/s : breeding ofc, pwp, riding, switch reader, cockwarming, sunoo calls you baby ( when is it my turn), clit rubbing, allusion to multiple rounds.
"u-ugh fuck!-" the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room, masculine and feminine moans reverberated against the four walls of your bedroom.
"you're so tight, squeezing around me so good baby." he gasped for air as your hips slammed up and down his dick. you could feel it twitching inside you, continuously hitting that spot that makes you fold.
"yeah? i'm kind of getting tired though- ah!" your teasing sentence was cut off as he suddenly thrusted up into you and bounced you on his fat cock. your juices were splattered across his pelvis and he took advantage by using it as lubricant as he continued to rut into your cunt.
"what's gotten you like this..?" you said following with a moan as you felt his thumb rub tight circles around your sensitive clit, the combined stimulation pushes you dangerously closer to the edge.
"sun', i'm gonna cum," he ignored your warning and somehow went faster with his ministrations against your bud and pushed his hips to thrust faster. you squeezed your eyes shut as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap but it seems sunoo has no intention to stop.
"shit, baby i'm getting close." he never stopped thrusting and rubbing and with instinct, you slammed harder against him.
"cum for me.. ha- cum for me baby, fuck!- cum with me!" his moans increased in volume and so did yours as you felt a wave of pleasure run through your lower body and suddenly you're creaming against his cock. you could feel the ropes of cum he released inside you as you continued to grind against his sensitive dick.
you stop when he puts his hands on your hips as he relaxed against the bed with his dick still inside you.
"that was amazing..." sunoo sighed and you leaned down to nudge your nose on the crook of his neck. the after effects of your orgasms finally hitting as he feels his eyes getting droopy.
"ah ah ah. i didn't say we were done now, did i?" and he knew a long night was ahead of him.
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pocketz begging for you to fuck them
i feel like sunoo not in the begging side, he will act like a subby brat and wait for you to punish him
BUT jungwon, oh he is more on the whiny, sub begging side. will always beg for you to sit on his face or ride his aching cock
pocketz as sub is so cute
enha hard hours: open
enha hard thoughts: open
Songs Enhypen (Hyung Line) would play during sex with their s/o
Enhypen
Heeseung
Aphrodite by Rini
i listen to this song and it just screams heeseung
“if i can have this dance tonight~”
“i promise that you won’t forget”
just the way he would make love to you and worship you as if you were Aphrodite herself (regardless of gender)
he would place kisses all over your body just to emphasise each lyric of the song
and truly show you he means everything in the song
“you, my darling, are more wonderful than any god.”
Jay
Wild Side by Normani
ngl i feel like he’d go out his way to find the version without cardi b (ToT)
something about the lyrics and the minor creaking of a bed in the background of the song would just spur him on
“i wanna drive you crazy…”
“pull up inside me baby~”
every sensual, lewd line of the song would just cloud his mind accompanied with the feeling of you
he’s be on cloud 9
“oh ᶠᵘᶜᵏ baby you feel so… good”
Jake
Kiss Me by DPR Live
now we all know Jake has some bomb music taste
this man would not leave any corner of the earth unchecked until he finds the perfect song for you two
and boy oh boy when he does???
you forget about any other song you’ve ever dreamed of playing while sharing an intimate moment with him
dpr live has a way with his words so it would do just the trick to add that sexy yet tlc sorta vibe when you two make love
“love it when we’re lovey dovey in the shower…”
부끄러워해봤자 아름다워 (Even if you’re shy, you’re beautiful)
the way he’s making you feel, paired with the loving lyrics and melody of this song truly shows you how much you mean to him
“i love you so fucking much. please never forget that~”
Sunghoon
this man just gives me big Kali Uchis stan vibes
“And when we’re making love~”
“Your cries can be heard from far and wide”
every single time that line comes on you could swear you see a slight smirk forming on his lips
sunghoon seems like the kind of guy who romanticises life and this song just ties all his thoughts together
that and how good it feels when you two are connected
the voices and passion you hear in the song are enough to drive you both over the edge because of how special the lyrics are…
“babe, i know it feels good but keep it down otherwise everybody will know what we’re doing here. hmm?”