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starstruck pt. 7 (myg, kth)

Summary: Taehyung and you take the next step while Yoongi tries to take just one.

pairing: Kim Taehyung x plus-sized f. reader, Min Yoongi x plus-sized f. reader

genre(s): the perfect combo - angst and smut

au: non!idol, university!au, f2l, strangers to lovers

rating: 18+

word count: 12.8k

trigger warnings: there are so many so please be aware of them before reading. smoking, anxiety attack, panic attack, self-hatred, addiction, yoongi is on a shame spiral, yoongi is a fucking asshole to a wonderful horny lady, jealousy, oral (m & f), kissing, lots of talk about taehyung’s balls, yoongi’s date wants to role play and he doesn’t but he goes along with it, fingering, squirting, admiration for a fantastically placed mole, taehyung is dressed while reader is not, protected sex, taehyung is a bit possessive, lots of hickeys left on bodies, lots of POV switches

author’s notes: this chapter took a lot out of me. i want to say to everyone reading that if you are dealing with mental health or struggling with addiction you are not alone, please reach out to someone you trust or a hotline as they can be great sources for support. you are NOT a burden. please go and read the trigger warnings before you read this. I want everyone to take care of themselves and this chapter drained me so i just want to make sure everyone is okay! please let me know if you notice a trigger warning missing or if i am using honorifics incorrectly. thank you so much to @wwilloww​ and @illneverrecover​ for looking this over and yelling at me and also giving me some amazing suggestions. this chapter would not be what it is if it weren’t for you two. @introlxv​ made this wonderful banner!!

tag list: @miscelunaaa @herecomesjoon @minyoongiboongi @minttangerines​

© sugalaritae, 2022. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work even if you give credit. all of this is mine.

YOONGI

He’s bored already.

He’s bored and Hyejin is walking into the apartment. She was a mistake, he knows this already and he hasn’t even kissed her. He should be taking care of himself. He should be thinking about what his therapist said about whether or not he thinks that he is always inebriated when he talks to you.

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Part 4!

Holds little Leo gently

I'm going to show this kid the horrors.

Part 1

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Reflection of You (Masterlist)

Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.  

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Interim I

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Interim II

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

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TO THE BOY : who took me to prom

PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, angst, best friend's brother trope, protected and unprotected sex, cunnilingus, marking, creampie, mentions of petnames (princess, kitten), lots of kissing and brief mentions of sex, mentions of jake (enhypen), yedam and yoshi (treasure), mentions of food and insecurities. let me know if i forgot something!

WC: 19.6k words

SYNOPSIS: prom—the last event of senior high school was right around the corner, but the only person who you wanted to go with had rejected you for his own reasons, leaving you upset and unwilling to attend the event. however, your best friend, mina, was hellbent on making you attend it and being a sweetheart, she ends up persuading her brother, sunghoon, to be your date for the night.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my sweetest angels<3 i'm finally here with the second installment of to all the boys series! it can be read as a stand alone but it's a follow up from the first part so it's highly encouraged you read it first! this is by far the longest fic i've written and i sincerely hope that y'all enjoy it! thank you sm for 6k+ followers :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated :D iloveyou all <3 [ masterlist ]

“You can't stay hung up on him for your whole life!”

That is exactly what you had thought initially.

Writing a letter did give you closure, not the kind you had desired to get. However, understanding your own mind was at the top of the priorities for you.

It was a good bye, the best you could muster. Yet, you broke down a myriad times while penning it down. A tear droplet falling down your cheek had kissed the paper, approving it of your sincerity.

But, your best friend refused to see you cry over a boy. Yes, he was a very pretty, the “epitome of perfection” kind of boy, that's what made it harder for you to let go.

“I know, I know,” your voice faltered with the repetition, sighing into your hands.

It hurt, yes, but she was correct. It was nine in the morning, a day after your finals had ended. Your high school life was over. Deciding to celebrate it together, you did what you had to — a sleepover at your best friend, Mina's place.

“I'm sorry, I,” she gulped, “I shouldn't have raised my voice,” she apologized, pouting. Her raised voice sounded gentle still, and you simply hugged her to silently mention that it's okay, that you're okay.

She huffed, “Listen, school is still not over, we have an extra month to get credits and of course, prom!”

“I got rejected, Mina.”

“And I'll be punching that asshole, don't you worry, sweetheart.” she finalized.

Asking someone to prom took a lot of courage. Being rejected hurt just as much. Yoshi was a pretty boy and you should've known better than to ask someone like him to prom, knowing well that he would have a date already — which he did. You nodded with an understanding smile, which he returned with one of his own, looking apologetic.

It further fuelled your desire to leave for college already, having had enough of school.

Five days of community service and you were ready to conclude your resume and send in your university applications. Hopefully, you wished to get back an acceptance letter by the time for your prom, which you had little to no zeal for.

However, your friend was overjoyed with the newfound development in her relationship status. While you spent your summer at the camp, she had lived her life to the fullest by finally making a move on her longtime crush, Yedam, who was also a close friend of you both. You remember how happy it made you when Mina hugged you, spilling the details of their journey from being friends to lovers.

He genuinely appeared to be scared when you made him sit down to give him the 'don't hurt my best friend or else I'll hurt you more' talk. Safe to say, he knows it's better to behave than face the consequences of being beat up by you and her brother, whom he found scary if you might add.

However, something about the way he got all three of you breakfast, especially getting Mina's favourite muffins alongside, told you that she was going to be more than just fine with him.

Soon enough, you found yourself sitting in the back of Yedam's four-seater car, which was awfully comfortable, with Mina riding shotgun as you three headed to the local amusement park. The experience, however, was different this time considering you felt like a child going out with their parents.

You could say you were third-wheeling but it wasn't actually the case since they both included you in everything. Plus, the rides were fun, you were having fun, albeit the constant public display of affection in front of you. Their fingers intertwined as they walked together.

You smiled slightly, not being envious, whilst you still did wonder how it would have been had you been in a position somewhat similar to theirs — a loving relationship.

Mina didn't let your thoughts consume you, “Y/n versus Yedam let's go!” she whistled in front of the claw machine, challenging you to get her the light pink teddy bear, which you did and Yedam couldn't.

This earned you a big hug from your best friend and a whine from him when you showed him your tongue. It certainly made you smile a lot more when she won a teddy herself and gifted it to you, Yedam watching the exchange fondly.

You excused yourself from them, letting them have their romance movie moment by enjoying the ferris wheel. The bench was surprisingly comfortable and the drink in your hand perfect for the parched you. The teddy comfortably sat on your lap while your eyes wandered around, you stopped to smile softly at a little girl staring, she giggled back which warmed your heart. The sky was a pretty mixture of orange, yellow and red, blending in together to say goodbye to the sun for the day.

A sigh left you, it was a good day of momentary distraction and of course, quality time with the people who care about you and vice versa. It almost made you forget about Heeseung, and the prom rejection.

Sitting at the backseat again, you were going back home with a pastel cotton candy in your hand, a content smile on your face.

“So,” your friend dragged out, “Five more days of community work.” a groan left her.

“Just five days, Mina. Besides, I'll be with you the whole time,” you extended your hand which she held with another hand on her heart.

“Not you flirting with my girlfriend again,” Yedam huffed playfully, emphasis on ‘my’.

“Oh and,” Mina continued, “Sunghoon will be picking us up tomorrow!”

“Sunghoon is back?” you asked, voice shaky but not enough for someone to notice it.

“Yes! I can't believe I forgot to tell you,” she rambled, “He'll be staying for the summer break, would leave two days after our graduation i think.”

“That sounds nice,” you commented softly.

Thoughts of Park Sunghoon coming back didn't leave your mind even after you got dropped home, wandering back to the time when you were a few years younger and had the tiniest bit of crush on him, something about watching a movie where falling in love with your best friend's brother was the plot.

You shake your head, making yourself comfortable on the couch right after.

“Well you look distraught,” your younger sister, Kitty, spoke up.

“I'm exhausted, that's all,” you closed your eyes.

She hummed as an acknowledgement to your statement, “You better not be hung up on those assholes now.”

“Kitty! Language.” you warned.

“Okay, fine,” she huffed, smiling right after, “Let's do facepacks and watch a movie then!”

You smiled at her ceaseless efforts to make you feel better.

“Race you to the room!” you screamed.

It was an unmistakably good night, your sister tucked you in bed with a blanket soon after you passed out in midst of watching the rom-com movie, staring at you with the grin, internally wishing for your happiness each day.

You groaned when your alarm rang, you've always hated how shrill the sound was but it did get the job done so you couldn't complain much. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around with your slightly blurry and adjusting vision. An open packet of chips slept right next to you, the room didn't look a lot appealing and you made a mental note to clean it after getting back from school.

Dragging yourself out of the bed, you spent time in the shower, worried about your university applications even after you had checked them five times already. Just a month more and you were ready to start a new life in a hopefully new city with a fresh enthusiasm towards success and a good life.

There was something different about today, however, you couldn't pinpoint what it was. For starters, your mom had very graciously made your favourite chocolate chip pancakes, “It was your dad's idea,” she told with a fond smile on her face when see saw your own face glowing.

You hugged them both and sat down next to Kitty, adding extra chocolate syrup before groaning how it's the most amazing, mouthwatering, worth-getting-late-to-school-for food ever.

Which also was true since the car outside had just honked for the third time already. Being impatient as you were, you grabbed and rolled the pancake before getting your bag and rushing out, muttering out a quick good bye to your family.

The sky was clear, the breeze was slightly on the cooler side — which you were thankful for. You mindlessly opened the door to the backseat, only to see the lovebirds sitting there. Then it clicked.

“Sunghoon will be picking us up tomorrow!”

Park Sunghoon was back.

And you were to sit next to him.

“Get on! We're getting late!” Mina urged, whining.

And you did, not looking at the one sitting on the driver's seat, making sure to buckle up before calmly chewing on your sweet treat. The engine purred and soon, the car was moving smoothly, the only sound coming from the backseat where your friend sat with her boyfriend, whispering and giggling lowly.

The smell of the car was musky but not too strong, which made you wonder what perfume was it that the guy sitting next to you had used.

You didn't make any efforts to start a conversation when pancakes had your undivided attention.

“So, y/n—” Sunghoon acknowledged your presence which made you choke midway your last bite.

“Oh, uhm. Hey.” you awkwardly let out, mentally scolding yourself for being like this.

That's when you finally looked at him after a whole year. He looked different. His hair slightly longer than his usual super short and neat cut, jawline more prominent and his arms on display, which looked sculpted, definitely an outcome of doing gym regularly.

The most evident change however, would be his fashion sense. His usual daily style consisted of soft and pastel shades, the kind which were considered classy and elegant. But currently, he was clad in all black, from his black sleeveless to his black jeans, he looked like some guy straight out of your wattpad fanfiction stories. And a leather jacket was kept aside to add on to his whole ’bad boy’ persona.

“I see your love for pancakes never died.” he chuckled, looking at you for a second before paying attention on the road again.

“And it never will!” you said without missing a beat.

His voice was slightly deeper than you had remembered. Ever since you had met Mina, you were comfortable enough to vocalize your thoughts, and given that you did spend a good amount of time at her place rather than your own, his brother was well versed with your basic likes and dislikes as well.

He nodded, the corner of his lips upturned with your answer, but didn't add on to your statement. However, after a comfortable amount of silence later, he opened his mouth to speak up again but Mina had the same plans, just a bit faster than his brother.

“Y/n, I hope you're ready for today.”

“What's today?” you asked, confusion evident on your face.

“A prom date searching hunt for you, of course!” her eyes wide open, no hint of humour behind them.

“Listen, Mina—” you started, “I love you, I really do but that idea is by far your worst one.”

You heard a gasp, “I'm doing this for you! I don't want to go to prom alone.”

“Excuse me?” Yedam interjected.

“Okay, I mean, I need my best friend there.” and her usual pout graced her.

“I don't need a date to be there, y'know?” you sighed.

“But I know you want one!” she concluded with a nod.

Forming a comeback to that statement was hard, especially when her words held nothing but the truth. You didn't want to be alone, eminently after you knew what the taste of companionship felt like.

“We're here.” Sunghoon spoke up, saving you from the mindless conversation.

A date would certainly be nice but you didn't want to drag a complete stranger to attend prom with you, especially because one wrong move and your mood would be spoiled.

Both of them were out of the car already, you held on to your bag strap to follow suit but were stopped with his fingers wrapping around your wrist.

“Hey, you've got a lil bit of—” he trailed off, wiping the corner of your lip with his thumb in a soft caress.

You froze with the sudden warmth of his finger and unexpected proximity. He further took his chocolate smeared finger close to his mouth, licking it slowly, maintaining eye contact while doing so.

“All good now,” he half smirked at your reaction.

“Oh, thank you,” you whispered, “for the ride and, uh this,” you pointed at your lips. Your voice, however, came out squeaky and you took that as your cue to leave.

You weren't sure if what he did was intentional or just an innocent gesture to help you.

Who doesn't like chocolate, afterall? You theorized, mind still wandering back to scene where he licked his thumb.

You sighed.

It was going to be a long vacation.

Spending the night with your best friend would usually serve as an escape from your problems but the world had different plans. You had lost the count of times you had been amused with your friend's unusual antics, these days more than ever.

“You do realize what you're saying, right?” you snickered, actively making fun of her at her latest creative idea for your prom date.

“Of course! It's the best you can get and you really need to start taking me seriously.”

You raised your brow, “Take you seriously? I'm sorry but how am I supposed to do that when you're basically offering your brother to be my date?” you challenged.

“Okay, it does sound a little ridiculous—”

“A little?”

“Stop interrupting—” her eyes were comically wide.

“The ladies are fighting, I see,” Sunghoon plopped down on the couch next to you, “This about prom again?” he directed the question towards you.

“It's honestly better if you don't ask,” you mumbled.

“Take her to prom,” Mina said alongside.

“I'm leaving,” you sighed.

“Is that even allowed?” Sunghoon asked slowly.

And for the second time on the same day, you halted your movements and observed two things — first being the big smile on Mina's face, second being Sunghoon's gaze on you.

Hair messy and clad in shorts, he looked comfortable.

You weren't awkward around each other, you seldom interacted in general, but he always made sure to drop by and greet you whenever he learned you were around the house. His smile was the first ever thing you noticed about him, found attractive even. How could you not, with his sharp canines on display which strongly reminded you of fangs. His pale skin only added to it.

“Of course! Remember last year that one brought an alumni too, he was two years older as far as I remember.”

“Do I even want to ask how you know that?” you were presently mumbling to yourself.

“Ryujin was popular, I kept tabs on what she did — in a non creepy way of course,” she explained, “Besides, Sunghoon would also be there to ensure you're safe!”

“It's prom, not assassination, Mina,” you pinched your nose bridge.

Sunghoon was focused, intently paying attention to your conversation. Eyes trained on your face to search for any kind of hesitance.

“I'll leave you two to talk for a while. Join me in my room later, yeah?” she patted your arm softly and you nodded.

Ever since you were a kid, you needed someone to push you, to voice out your opinions and include you into groups, whether it was the friend-making process or to be invited in groups for the class projects process, taking initiative wasn't your strong suit. Mina took you in with fondness on her face, never once questioning your inert behaviour but also making sure to help you open up step by step. To others, it often looked like you were being forced but in reality, she just pushed to towards the things your heart wanted.

The task was strenuous, yet she never stopped and you could only thank her for being patient with you, never once breaking her amiable aura.

The room was silent, you spoke up in hopes of diffusing the awkwardness hanging around the air, “I'm sorry, you really don't have to do anything.”

“Are you alright?” his question caught you off-guard.

You nodded, eyes wide, “Yeah, yeah totally.”

He swiped his tongue on his lower lip before speaking again, “You know—” he stopped, rethinking before opening his mouth again, “You should get some rest, yeah? And mom made some muffins this morning, your favourite ones.”

Something told you that wasn't what he had initially planned to say. Nevertheless, your face lit up with the mention of muffins, mouth watering at the sight of Sunghoon bringing out two of those for you.

“Oh god, I love your mom,” you hummed, taking the first bite and closed to eyes, focusing all of your senses into the gustatory delight.

After a beat of silence, you asked him the question that had been bugging you the whole day.

“How's uni treating you?” he looked changed, both appearance and behavioural wise. With your own journey to university close, you wondered what it would be like. Is it the way they show in movies? More fun, less studies? Or is it a hellhole waiting to give you the mental pressure you didn't know existed.

Furthermore, he was silent, speaking a lot less than usual. He was a quiet guy per se, but always talkative around the comfort of his abode, with his family and close friends. You didn't want to ask and make him uncomfortable, so you settled with the normal questions instead.

“Uni is stressful,” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair and you noticed how soft they looked, making you want to feel them yourself.

“I see your style has changed,” you commented with a small smile, ensuring that it's a good change.

“Yeah, I saw you staring at me earlier,” he smirked.

Your heart raced at that, expression turning into a panicked one.

“What? No! When did I—” forming sentences was suddenly a hard task for you.

Which elicited a heartily laugh from him, “I wasn't serious, calm down, princess.”

“Oh,” you darted your eyes elsewhere, your knee bouncing as you found your cheeks growing hot with his newfound nickname for you.

His hand was quick to stop your knee from moving — his hand cold against your warm body. Earlier, you weren't certain about his actions being intentional, but the smirk ghosting his lips made you firmly believe that he was completely aware of his practices.

With that, he ruffled your hair, whispering a good night to you before making his way towards his room. You didn't move from that spot as if you were glued, deep in thought. He didn't agree to be your partner, however, he didn't deny the proposal. You were considering him as your date, it felt wrong. Best friend's brother is always off limits, yet your friend was the one who happily offered him to you.

As your friendly date, you reminded yourself.

The thought of having a date as pretty as Sunghoon undoubtedly made you nervous, but you tried not to keep your hopes high, still hurting from your past rendezvous. Slow dancing with Sunghoon was the last thought you remembered before drifting off to dreamland, passing out on the couch.

As far as you knew, teleportation only existed in fictional world. It was beyond you how your sleeping figure shifted from the couch to your best friend's room. Sleep walking wasn't the answer either. You pushed the thought away, theorizing that maybe you were the one who walked up by yourself and forgot due to your sleepy state.

And you had a better reason to be deranged, given the current situation.

“So, when you planning to go dress shopping?” Sunghoon had asked in the car. Mina left before you, for her task started an hour earlier, which left you to fend a ride for yourself. Sunghoon had very graciously offered to drop you off.

Times like these made you wonder why you didn't have your driver's licence yet, it would have saved you from Park Sunghoon's unusual behaviour.

“Three days later at around two?” you answered, unsure still. You took out your phone to check your calender, where you had marked the reminder.

“Any particular colour you're looking for?” he inquired and you parted your lips to answer, but he further had something to add, “I'll get the matching tie once you'll be done.”

It took you second to process his sentence. Blinking twice, you looked at his driving figure, “Hold on, are you saying that—”

“—I'll accompany you to prom? If you allow me to, princess,” he spoke smoothly, stealing the words out of your mouth.

“I don't have much to do, I'm free most time,” he explained, “And you're not a bad company actually.”

His words had been repeating in your mind like an old broken record player.

“I—” you hesitated.

Instead of forming a verbal reply, you settled with a nod, heart racing with the thought of him entering the venue with your hand in his.

Another thing about Park Sunghoon, his reputation. His gang was famous around the school, and were referred to as fuckboys. He wasn't one, in fact, he had always been shy, timid and hesitant regarding everything but his true love — ice skating. Being a sportsperson only increased the gap and hence, he was called as the unapproachable for rejecting the advances of anyone who tried to get in his pants.

That would explain the current situation quite well. As if dropping you off wasn't enough, he had also decided to follow you inside school, “It's been a while, nothing has changed still.”

“Nothing much changes in a span of a year, Sunghoon,” you moved forward, trying to avoid the stares of the students, “Thank you for driving me here and everything else, I'll see you later, bye!” you spoke in a go, rushing to your assigned destination.

Sunghoon wasn't oblivious to your behaviour, seeing you flustered and unable to maintain eye contact ever since he came back amused him to no extent. Taking you to prom was a perfect opportunity to tease you more. With a satisfactory smirk, he walks back, watching your figure disappear as you sprint.

“Mina!” you spotted her sitting under the banyan tree, sipping on her coffee but almost choked once you startled her.

“Oh fuck,” you muttered, rubbing her back before she slapped your arm, stopping after seeing your expression.

“Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” she noticed you rubbing your earlobe, the habit you had developed out of nervousness.

“Sunghoon agreed,” you whispered urgently.

“You can't be serious,” her eyes widened, softening right after, “Hey, what's wrong?” she grabbed your hand.

“I don't know, I'm scared,” you confessed.

“Of what?”

“I don't know, Mina,” you gulped.

“Look at me,” she whispered, “He may be stupid but he won't hurt you, okay?”

“Y—yeah,” you hugged her softly.

In reality, you were scared of own judgement. Perhaps it was the result of your past experience, or just the newfound fear regarding the idea of companionship, be it platonic or romantic. Mina's words made it better for you, and you kept reminding yourself that Park Sunghoon is no one but your friendly date to the prom. Getting ahead of yourself would only do harm, especially when the fear of rejection runs high in your veins.

Mina distracted you the whole day, making sure you get home safely before she left for her own place.

“As much as I love how you're trying to help y/n,” Mina started, dropping her bag on the couch, “I will personally punch you if you ever hurt her.”

“Woah, why would I hurt her?” he asked, brows furrowed.

“As a bestfriend, it's my duty to remind you still, so you better behave,” she said, “But in all honesty, take care of her since you'll be taking her to shop and make sure she feels safe and happy.”

“I promise,” he said earnestly.

He knew Mina's overprotectiveness jumped out in spontaneous bursts, yet he felt like it had a bigger reason than that. He found himself thinking of you for the entire night, wondering if he could make it better somehow.

After all, behind that black leather jacket hid the same old Sunghoon who was sweet and clad in pastels, the one who liked to figure skate and see others happy.

Just like you, he slept thinking about what the future held for you both.

The first thing you did after getting your letter of recommendation after three days was to finalize your resume, sending it out in hopes of getting into your dream university in Seoul. You further made sure to send in applications to your back up universities just in case.

It gave you a sense of relief as you stood out in the fresh air while waiting for Mina to pick you up.

You really needed to get your licence.

Acknowledging that you were to leave this place soon, your eyes took everything in as you stood in your front yard. A gentle smile gaced your face as you saw the apple tree which you and your sister had planted years back, it grew up with you.

“Y/n? Hey!” an enthusiastic voice grabbed your attention, you turned to see your neighbour, Jake, waving at you with a smile.

“Jakey, hey,” you smiled as the smiley boy hugged you softly, you noticed how his scent was light and woody.

“Where are you off to?” he asked, taking in your outfit.

“Oh, Mina successfully persuaded me into going dress shopping with her,” you scrunched your nose, which he giggled at, “It's prom in like, less than a month,” he nodded.

“Do you have a partner already?” he asked, voice low as he fiddled with his fingers.

“Yeah! I honestly am clueless as to how we reached upon this agreement but Park Sunghoon agreed to be my friendly date for the night,” you explained, adding ‘friendly’ as a reminder to yourself.

He looked at you bug eyed, “Sunghoon? Woah, is he back in the town?” he asked, slightly shocked as you mention the guy who was the same age as you both, however he had been your senior due to his early admissions.

Hence he had completed his first year of university while you were yet to get into one.

You nodded, confirming his statement. Just as you were talking about him, his car came into view, honking for no particular reason even after seeing your figure outside.

“That's my ride! I'll see you later?” you asked and his lips turned into an alluring smile.

“Have fun!” he said, pulling you into another hug.

He loved physical affection, you had noticed so in your past years of being friends with him.

With a brightened mood, you sat down in the car, putting your seatbelt on, stretching out your hello before getting comfortable in your seat.

“Well, you look happy today,” Mina pointed out.

“I'm just happy that I've sent out my resume,” you replied, eyes travelling to see the driver, you found yourself staring at his usual sanguine demeanor.

“Are you sure it's not because of Jake's cozy hug?” she teased.

“Shut up, oh god,” you tried not to laugh at her mindless pairing.

“Do you like him?” Sunghoon was quick to inquire.

“He's just a sweet guy!” you replied just as fast.

“Oh yeah, why didn't you ask him to prom then, y/n?” Yedam was the one who asked you this time.

“Uhm—” you stopped, “I don't know.”

“She's got a better partner, y'know?” Sunghoon said, gripping the steering wheel harder.

To which you three laughed. It was chaotic with everyone trying to speak mid-way each other's sentences but it gave you a good laugh, so you couldn't complain about it.

In midst of this, you saw Sunghoon smile with his fangs showing. A genuine smile you hadn't seen in a long time. It was no secret that he had a pretty smile, the kind which would make you want to smile back at him.

Your expression was quick to change when Mina shoved five dresses in your arms in one go, making the boys laugh at your struggle.

“Stop laughing and help me!” you groaned.

Sunghoon took the dresses from you, asking Yedam to take Mina away, preferably to the shop right next to the one you were in. It wasn't a bad idea considering how the five dress shops were lined up together.

“Your sister will be the death of me,” you spoke up, trying to make a small conversation with him, you turned around to see a female attendant, no older than twenty five, staring at Sunghoon.

“You've got a fan by the way,” you laughed, discreetly pointing at the attendant and his eyebrows furrowed, soon turning back to you with a teasing face.

“Why? You jealous?”

“Jealous of what?”

“Don't worry, princess, you're my date and not her.”

You gasped at the cursed nickname again, giving him the exact reaction he wanted out of you. It was so easy you call you his date while you always tend to add the title of ‘friendly’ along with it. Deciding to not overthink, you tried to use his own tricks to examine his reaction.

“I'm, in no way, jealous,” you stated, touching the fabric of a dress you found attractive, “You are my partner after all,” you voiced, emphasizing on 'my'.

“Try this,” he handed you a black dress, it didn't seem gaudy and actually suited your taste.

“Not bad, Park,” you commented.

It riled him up to find more pieces for you but seeing the amount of dresses you had to try, he stopped himself.

The store was unbelievably empty, giving you enough space to wander around, it seemed like the staff was on leave too, only a few attendants around and busy with other customers. You made your way towards the changing rooms, Sunghoon following your suit.

“I hope your taste is pleasing, Park, since you'll be helping me decide a dress today.”

“Of course, my taste is grand. I'm here with you, aren't I?” he smoothly let out.

You gulped, “Good,” you commented, going inside to try the first dress on. It was Mina's choice, a light peach coloured off-shoulder dress with a hint of tulle on skirt.

It looked beautiful however, you were not satisfied. You stepped out from the room, making him look up. You noticed how his mouth opened and closed in the span of a second.

“It looks graceful,” he commented in a low voice, eyeing you up and down, “Do you like it?”

“It is angelic, I admit but something is missing,” you verbalized, looking at him. His lower lip was bitten, mind elsewhere as he nodded.

You didn't comment on his behaviour, cheeks suddenly hot with how intense his gaze was as you walked back into the room, trying out several other dresses, only to notice him sporting the same expression.

“You look pretty,” he had commented when you wore a dark blue dress with a thin strap and sweetheart neckline. His voice came out breathy, giving you goosebumps in an instant. You shortlisted that dress.

After a few more trails, you were left with the black corset dress which further would accentuate your figure. It was Sunghoon's choice, and hence, was left to be the last.

But luck wasn't on your side today. As you were zipping the dress up, the zipper got stuck midway in a fashion that you couldn't get the dress off or wear it fully, meaning, you had to ask for help. Peeking out, you tried to spot any female attendant for help but were unable to find any.

“What's wrong?” Sunghoon asked, standing up from the waiting seat.

“The zipper got stuck,” you sheepishly let out, “And I need help.”

“Get in,” he said, following you inside the not-too-spacious area.

“Hoon—” you had used his nickname by unconsciously. Suddenly, your breathing was unstable with his next action.

He stood behind you, your eyes fixated on his figure as you observed his each action carefully through the mirror in front of you. You gasped when his surprisingly cold and slender fingertips touched your bare back, grazing down to get a hold of your zipper.

“Don't move,” his breath fanned your neck as he whispered in your ear, voice deeper than usual.

Your body stilled, hyperaware of his movements, shivering with the trail of touch he left on your spine, successfully zipping your dress up.

He looked up, “You're breathtakingly beautiful,” he spoke up with his arm wrapping around your waist.

Your breath hitched, yet you didn't stop him. You didn't want to stop him, not when his eyes were the prettiest shade of brown, and he watched you as if he was staring at your soul.

You turned to face him and he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you opened your mouth to call out his name, but were interrupted with a knock on the door.

“Would you be needing any help, miss?” a cheerful voiced called out, drawing you out of your reverie.

You took a step back, gathering your thoughts as Sunghoon did the same, gulping and looking at the floor with bitten lips — a thing you had noticed he did a lot.

“U—uhm, no! I'll be fine, thank you so much!” you spoke out loud, trying your best to sound normal and not strained.

“Out!” you whisper-shouted once you heard the clanking of heels growing distant.

He only stepped closer, “Won't you be needing help getting out of your dress?” he asked mustering an innocent expression.

“Leave!” you pushed him away, his boyish laugh boomed in the empty area as he made his way out, giving you the privacy to change.

Once alone, you were quick to lean against the door, blinking to get your head around the incidence which took place just a moment back. You could still feel the your skin burning at all the places he touched you.

“You sure you don't want—” his muffled voice came from outside and your cheeks lifted up in a hearty laugh, “Shut up, Sunghoon!”

You shoved the dresses in Sunghoon's hand once you came out, giving him a small wink with a smug expression on your face, letting him know that you'll be playing along with his tricks just by your expression.

Seeing the black fabric in your arms only made it better, it was the chosen one and you had to get the opinion of your best friend on it. So you called her, excusing yourself for a minute, while you also looked at the heels which glistened under the lighting it was placed under to make it seem more appealing. It was working.

Mina took no longer than five minutes to get to you, a tired Yedam following her suit with two bags in his hand.

“Woah, did you get your stuff already?” you asked, walking alongside her while giving the guy a sympathetic smile.

“I liked two dresses actually, I sent you the pictures already by the way, had a mini shoot in the dressing room, but yeah, couldn't choose one so ended up getting them both!” she explained, sipping on her pink drink which you guessed was strawberry flavored.

“Love that energy,” you shook your head with a smile, “Here's what I liked,” you proceeded to show her a few pictures you clicked in different angles after you got rid of a certain guy named Park Sunghoon from your dressing area.

Her eyes popped out, “Dude, it's made for you, I'll punch you if you don't get that,” she scoots over to swipe and see it in all angles.

“Get what?” Sunghoon came to join you guys.

“The last outfit I tried on—” you were interrupted.

“Oh, here,” he handed you the bag, the dress neatly placed inside it.

“You paid for it?” you took out the bill, getting out your wallet alongside to see if you could pay him back in cash.

He was quick to stop you, “You don't have to,” he said, his hand placed on yours.

“My brother got you the dress? Are you in love with my best friend? Because I'm sorry but the dresses are expensive and you hate paying in general,” she accused with a smirk on her lips, thoroughly enjoying the switch in your relationship dynamics.

You ignored her as Sunghoon avoided her gaze, “I'll pay you back once I get home,” your words were final.

“I think Mina is onto something,” Yedam spoke.

You stopped scrolling your tumblr feed, paying attention to his words as you both waited for the siblings to come back with your McDonald's order.

“I think Sunghoon likes you!”

You laugh incredulosly, watching his concentrated face as he tried to piece some sort of mind puzzle together. It faltered with a sudden flashback of his lips being so near to your ear, arm around your waist. You cleared your throat.

“Hear me out, okay?” you nodded, urging him to continue with his hypothesis, “He never once complained about picking you up or dropping you off while he always refuses to do the same with Mina—”

“It's a sibling thing to do actually.”

“—He agreed to be your date in a go, without any persuasive means whatsoever—”

“I think that was out of pity to be honest.”

“—And wordlessly accompanied you for shopping, not to mention that he himself paid for your dress.”

He had concluded and you had run out of words, however you scoffed to see him writing it all down on a stray piece of paper, “Are you seriously making a list right now?”

Ignoring your heart racing faster with the points laid out, you snatched that list from him, to which he snickered.

“We're back!” Mina happily plopped in the chair next to you, and you hurriedly shoved the piece of paper in your pocket.

Yedam only exchanged a look which screamed that he's right just as Sunghoon sat down opposite to you.

You were less educated on the topic of what behavioural pattern should you be following when your said date gets cozy with you while also being your best friend's brother. All you were sure about that you enjoyed the activities despite them being wrong.

Friendship rule book would state that the siblings are always off limits, but never guided you for what to do when the said friend tries to pair you with her sibling.

Having a little fun wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

Right?

The drive back home would have been silent if not for the music playing on the car speakers. To no one's surprise, Mina had gotten off at Yedam's place, leaving you alone with the devil yet again. You were a either a puddle or a strangely confident mess around him, you couldn't follow the pattern still.

“Come on,” you practically dragged him inside your place, your mom and sister ecstatic to meet him and he shyly bowed down, your mom cooing at his good manners and upbringing while your sister was set on asking him questions about why he agreed to go with you, “You better not hurt her, Mr.” she spoke in a low voice.

“Would never do that to her, Miss.” he replied softly.

In the years you've known him, he had always been a polite person, respectful just as he was now towards your family, it warmed your heart slightly to see the cute interaction, a faint dimple resting happily on his face, and you were sure that his bad boy persona was just his exterior wall built up to not get hurt, something that you understood with your wall being high as well.

However, you weren't sure how long you could keep it up with the said dimpled boy being around.

Rummaging your other wallet, where you kept cash, you gathered the exact amount you had to pay him back.

“Don't do this,” he shook his head, keeping the notes on your desk.

“Hoon—” you glanced at how effortlessly he filled up the space between you two, standing closer now that you had privacy in your room.

“I know you wish to pay me back, but please don't do it, the dress looked gorgeous on you,” he coaxed, “Instead, you could pay me back by spending time with me, princess.”

He had you trapped around your desk with his arms on the either side of you, his words evoking a fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen.

“Yeah?” you whispered softly, leaning in slightly.

Your hand felt tiny when you held his bigger one, taking two steps and pulling him towards your door, he followed without any question, always intrigued with your actions.

“I would spend time with you willingly,” you whispered, tucking the folded cash in his back pocket and you could feel how slender his waist was, “Good night, Park.”

You concluded the conversation by planting a firm kiss on his cheek, seeing a faint smile blooming on his face before you shut the door, biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning like a maniac, already looking forward to your next meet up.

“Are you really ditching me for your boyfriend? Is that what our friendship has come to?” you feigned hurt, waiting outside the theatre you had promised to meet at.

Nevertheless, her priorities had changed — replacing herself with her brother would be the top one, closely followed by her spending those hours with her boyfriend.

“I genuinely forgot, okay? I'm so sorry!” she insisted, “But you have nothing to worry about, Sunghoon will be there to keep you company, Bye!” with that, she hung up the call, leaving you confused for a second before you squinted your eyes, noticing a tall figure running up to you.

Unlike his usual self, he sported a light blue shirt today, jogging up to you with his hair bouncing slightly. He was awfully pleasant to look at.

“Hey, princesss. Hope the movie hasn't started yet,” he grinned when you took his extended hand in yours.

You shook your head, “You're right on time, Park.”

You learned a few things about Sunghoon on your way to your seat. First being that he would do anything but let you pay for the snacks, or anything else for that matter. Secondly, he's the kind to place an order for a couple's combo, meaning, you'd be sharing the big tub of popcorn. Third and last, he preferred sitting at the top corner seats, “It feels cozy,” he explained.

Throughout the movie, he made sure to dig in his hand in the popcorn bucket at the same time as yours, keeping it on his lap. Your hands brushed, making you feel giddy inside as if you were a new couple on the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

You rubbed your earlobe out of nervousness. His heart felt full seeing your gentle figure sitting next to him, his hands desired to encase your own, and so he did. His eyes on the screen as you could see the little characters moving around in his eyes, meanwhile, his thumb caressed and rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hand, providing you with warmth and comfort.

Mid-way the movie, his face was buried in your neck with an urgency, trying his hardest not to pay attention to the screen anymore.

It was beyond amusing that Park Sunghoon was scared of ghosts, it was getting hard for you to stifle your blooming giggles.

“Didn't know you were this adorable, Park,” you cooed, ruffling his hair which made him gulp and sit back up with a quivering lip.

“I just wanted to be close to you—” a glimpse back at the screen and he came back to hide himself in your neck.

He was just the company you had needed this long, the one you've been craving ever since you first got the hang of what intimacy tasted like.

Your teasing was endless, staring with poking his cheek, laughing at him softly and lastly, calling him a baby. He feigned annoyance, huffing and running to chase you, which would be your current situation.

With no plans to return home, he had given you an offer to have ice cream at the park which was favorably around the corner, hardly a five minute walk.

“I'll pay,” you stated, nodding your head once.

“No can do, princess,” he chuckled.

“Would you ever let me pay for anything at all?”

“You paid for the dress, that hurt me enough,” his big hand rested above his heart, eyes scrunched to indicate the pain.

“Oh come on! It's just an ice cream,” you whined, stopping like a toddler to make fuss, stomping your feet to show your exaggerated frustration.

He cooed at your ministrations as you made your way towards the ice cream shop, looking over the wide variety of treats to choose from, your eyes shining at the vibrant colours paired with the heavenly smell of sweetness hanging over the dimly lit shop which you had grown to be fond of in this brief visit of yours.

Sunghoon was quick to select his ice cream while you took time with yours, seeing so many new flavours you wished to try, you wondered why you had never been to this shop before.

“I'll pay!” you handed cashier your card which he accepted with a smile, Sunghoon shaking his head at the back with a hint of grin.

“Do you still ice skate?” you asked once you were settled on a wooden bench, a small pond right ahead with some cute ducks swimming around on a lookout for something edible.

Your question caught him off guard, “I—I haven't been to the rink in a long time,” he confessed slowly and you gave him a confused look.

“Do you miss it though?”

He nodded wordlessly.

You mimicked his action. Ever since you had first seen him skate with the courtesy of Mina, it was easy to fall in love with the way he glided around the ice so gracefully, fluffy hair bouncing around with his triple axel as he landed his foot in a perfect position, completing his sophisticated routine. You had always accompanied Mina for his competitions ever since. You had witnessed him getting better at his abilities.

With your ice creams almost finished, he looked your way, frowning when he saw you deep in thought.

“Hey,” he whispered, capturing your attention.

In a second, the last and your favourite part of the ice cream cone was gone, the culprit being Park Sunghoon who had his mouth full with a triumph smirk on his face.

“No you didn't,” it was more of a warning than anything else. He found the sight of your mouth hung open highly cute and funny.

“Uh uh,” he stopped your arm from flailing, holding you in place. “You've got a little something—” he trailed off just as he had done when he first came back home.

His finger was quick to wipe the curve of your smile, collecting the slightly melted ice cream you had messily left there before he took it closer to his mouth, his tongue swirling around his finger in a slow motion as he tasted it.

Your eyes closed autonomously. Taking in a deep breath, you stood up to chase Sunghoon and he ran with all his might, “You can't keep doing that!” you screamed and thanked your luck for the park being rather empty, you would have been a nuisance for the public otherwise.

“I can, I will,” his laugh made you smile back but you halted once you got near the ice cream shop, the same one you had been to not even twenty minutes back.

Sunghoon stopped turned to see what you were looking at, it was a guy, you didn't look too happy to see him. He jogged back to you.

“Hoon,” you turned him around so that your back was against the big tree, his figure hiding you from the vision of the guy who had rejected you.

He was sweet, but you admit it was embarassing for you to even go back at that memory. Especially when it was your first time trying after your heartbreak with Heeseung.

Peeking in a manner which won't expose your figure, you saw Yoshi with a girl. It was probably her, his date, but it looked like they were dating, bashful smile on his face.

You gasped when the you saw who he was with.

“Hoon, isn't that—”

“Anna,” he whispered, gulping down his emotions but his eyes reflected his feelings.

Anna was famous around the school for many reasons, she was graceful and kind to others, at least in front of them. However, her name was known by all once she started dating Sunghoon, the event being a big deal since he never went even close to kissing anyone, dating was a dream for them.

You were convinced that he looked at Anna with heart in his eyes, until one day they broke up, you didn't know the reason why, it wasn't your place to ask him anything.

Now, the love in his eyes was replaced by a mixture of hurt and hatred. At least that's what you gathered from your little act of espionage.

“Are they gone?” you asked in a whisper.

“They're leaving,” he replied, bringing his attention back to you.

The atmosphere had turned gloomy, the clouds filling up the sky as the evening approached.

“I think they left,” you spoke up a few seconds later, finally paying attention to the proximity, he had you trapped against the tree.

“They didn't,” he said without checking once, his gaze transfixed on your face and a question bugged your head unprovoked — how his lips would feel against yours.

You looked up at his deep brown eyes, his nose brushing against yours in a soft caress, making you stand up on your tippy toes, his hand on your waist helping you balance as you held on to his arm for support.

“Are you alright?” you asked gently, cradling his face. A shiver went down your spine when he opened his mouth to reply, his lips brushing yours.

“I want to kiss you,” the thoughts of you filled his mind, and you were more than willing to be a distraction for him.

“Then do it,” you urged in not more than a whisper.

He licked his lower lip, caressing your cheek with his thumb as his forehead rested on yours.

Your heart fluttered when his lips met yours in a gentle kiss and you could only focus on how soft and plump his lips felt against your own.

He smiled when he tasted the bits of chocolate from the ice cream you had earlier, the curve of his mouth made you smile into the kiss along with him. The warmth spreading around his body clearly indicating that it felt right, that Sunghoon had wanted to kiss you ever since he saw you with chocolate chip pancakes when he came back.

Maybe he had liked you prior to that, but never had a reason to act upon it until he got the opportunity to be with you, to experience it with you.

“Hoon,” your gasp made him pull you closer, he couldn't wrap his head around how pretty you were and how perfectly his name rolled off your tongue.

Your whole body tingled with his lean body pressed against yours, a sound desperately wanted to escape your throat, but you didn't let that happen.

He leaned back to see a white petal on your head, probably from the tree above, which picked off and blowed away, making you giggle. His cheeks were flushed and you could hear his heart beating fast as your hand rested on his chest.

“Let's go,” he took your hand.

“Where?” you asked, still breathless.

“Home.”

The place was empty when he pulled you in his room, it was clean and minimalistic, just as you thought it would be. You dreaded to bring the topic up, not wanting to mess up what had just started between you both, so you tried to approach him with hesitation.

“Can I ask you something?” you fiddled with your fingers.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, already knowing what was to come. He made you sit with him on the bed, facing you and making sure you were close to him.

“What happened back there?” you spoke slowly. Holding his hand and securely keeping it on your lap when you saw his vulnerable state.

“I don't know, I—I just froze when I saw her,” he started, “You've met her before,” you nodded, rubbing soothing circles on his hand.

“Anna was the first person I had genuinely grown to love and she was amazing, kept me on my toes, made me laugh until—” he suck in a breath, “—until she decided I wasn't enough.”

“What?” you thought they fell out of love, had a misunderstanding but never considered what he had to say next.

“She cheated on me while I was away at university, I had come back to surprise her and, yeah I got surprised with the sight in front of me.” his voice cracked and you wanted nothing more than to engulf him in a hug.

And so you did. He graciously accepted it, pulling you close enough for you to be on his lap. You noticed how he was shaking and you cupped his cheek.

“She's genuinely the worst human to have let gone of you,” you kissed his nose, “You're beautiful, amazing and most importantly, you're enough.”

You said those words in such a convincing manner that even he had grown to believe it.

“You think so?” he leaned forward.

“I know so,” you confirmed.

He let out a breath.

“You make me go crazy, y/n,” he whispered, leaning his forehead on yours.

“Use me,” you said, “To forget about her.”

“No,” he stopped you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I want you, genuinely. She's got nothing on you, y/n.”

His words were as convincing as yours, which made you kiss him, pulling his nape closer to you, he groaned into the kiss.

“Tell me about you,” he said after breaking the kiss.

“Tell what?” you gulped.

“The reason of your sadness, you've been the most jolly person I've ever come across and you haven't been yourself lately,” he worded it carefully as to not hurt you.

You bit your lip once before gathering your thoughts, “I got heartbroken too, i guess.”

“Did he hurt you?” his voice held anger.

“No! Lord no. I hurt myself by expecting too much.” you frowned, thinking about your summer camp and the bambi eyed boy who took your first kiss. Your first love.

“Hey, I got you,” he kissed you again, distracting your mind from going into a spiral of the thoughts you did not need.

You tilted your head to give him more access to your neck, his scent filled up your nose, subtle yet musky, whimpering out his name as he bit your clavicle, kissing it right after.

“Like that?” he asked, continuing to give you his undivided attention.

You nodded, looking at him, basked in the sight of his pretty face, nose brushing on your skin which tickled you faintly.

“Y/n,” he called your name lowly, his hand travelling inside your top, caressing your waist, squeezing it gently.

You were sitting just above his crotch, which made you aware of his current state, chest heaving up and down when you felt him growing hard.

“See what you're doing to me,” he whispered, his lips on the shell of your ear.

Just then, he rolled his hips up, pressing his hardened cock on your clothed core, which had started to get wet with your current activities.

A sudden feeling of bravery took over your body, “You can't complain when you're doing the same,” you let out, unbuttoning your shorts, guiding his hand inside for him to feel your soaked panties.

The groan he let out was enough to make you go crazy, head clouded with the thoughts more lewd. “I'm gonna fucking ruin you,” he said, rubbing you through your panties.

“Do it, please! I want you to ruin me,” you said, expressing your eagerness with each word, pressing yourself down on his fingers to get more friction.

You were under him just a second after those left your mouth, his hand cradling your cheek, “You sure?”

Nodding, you looked at him with an innocent expression, he heard how staggered your breath had become, “I need words, princess.”

His fingers wrapped around your neck, applying the slightest pressure to get an answer out of you, “Yes—” you breathed out, gulping down.

You whined when he retreated his hand, getting up, however, the sight in front of you was a thousand times better than you could have ever imagined.

Park Sunghoon getting rid of his clothes in all his glory, skin glistening under the dim light of the room.

Eyes never leaving yours, he got closer again, faint line of abs in your view as his hands swiftly removed your shorts along with your panties, leaving you bare from bottom.

He sucked in his breath at the sight. It was clear how you affected him just enough if not more, desperation shining deep in his keen dark eyes. Even more so when you happily got rid of your top for him, revealing your valley of breasts. He wasted no time in settling himself between your legs, his kisses felt nothing less than him worshipping your body. Your eyes rolled back with pleasure as he found a particular spot on your neck which made you shiver, that being his favourite place to come back to.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, his hardened length poking your inner thigh, too close to your wet slit, where you needed him the most.

Meanwhile, your brain also wondered how you'd be able to fit his length in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to your lips, brushing them against his in an urgent whisper, “Hoon, fuck me I beg you.”

“Shit. How can I ever say no to you, especially when you look at me like that?” he pumped his dick a few times, licking his lower lip as he positioned himself at your entrance, your wetness touching his tip.

He kisses you roughly as finally enters you in a go, thrusting a few times to bottom out inside you.

His lips silenced your moans, your mind turning into a mush with the stretch, lips chanting his name like a mantra, which his lips absorbed with a groan.

Your walls clenched around him, his breathing ragged with the warm feeling of having you around him. Having you under him wasn't something he should have ever thought about, but you gave him exactly what he wanted out of you, a reaction. Always shy and flustered around him, he loved that and looked forward to spending time with you, the physical attraction paired up with genuine liking, he had grown attached to you in the little time you spent together. However, he didn't consider it little for, you had always been around him one way or the other.

But having you under him topped it all. He can see how sensitive you've grown, so he decides to speed it up for your sake, teasing your nipples with his tongue as he pounded into you, his strength unmatched with the thrusts getting harder as you tried to contain your noises to prevent them reaching to other rooms. You couldn't afford that.

Your nails dug in his shoulders, dragging against his back hard enough to leave marks. He seemed to enjoy seeing you a squirming mess and he wondered how it would feel to hear your pretty whimpers and moans which you had been trying so hard to keep to yourself.

You felt like you were in heaven with a guy who didn't look any less than a greek god, fucking you with all he had, hitting your g-spot. You could barely comprehend anything but him, clenching around him harder when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a familiar knot building in your lower abdomen.

“Let go, baby,” he whispered, thumb caressing your cheek, “Show me how pretty you look while cumming,” he said, holding himself back from filling you up.

You felt drunk on his cock as he whispered sweet nothings in the shell of your ear, his breath tickling you. He made sure to maintain his composure while rubbing your clit with his thumb, helping you approach your orgasm with his thrusts getting sloppier. You gasp at the feeling of your orgasm washing over, Sunghoon pulling his cock out, spilling his cum all over your lower abdomen as he hissed out lowly, eyebrows scrunched and lip bitten with the euphoria taking over you both.

You couldn't stop yourself from gathering his cum on your two fingers, sucking them clean with a hum while looking into his eyes.

“Good fucking lord, you are so mine,” he growled, pulling you up into a kiss, his hand on your nape to have you closer to him.

He saw your face glowing, a gentle smile on your face, which he returned, feeling giddy. He pulled you up as you yelped, giggling. The aura in the room had switched to something lighter, happiness filling the air as you saw his eyes absorbing every inch of you.

“You were amazing,” he pecked you gently. “You are amazing, y/n.”

His words made you feel valid and safe, something which had been lacking in your life from a while despite your loved ones trying their hardest to cheer you up. And you were thankful to have them all. He had the most adorable smile on his face the entire time he babied you, cleaning you up and throwing in compliments here and there, which made you hide your face behind your hands.

Now clad in his big black t-shirt, you lied down on his bed, him joining you soon. You fiddled with the end of his t-shirt, it smelled like him and you felt like a little baby being pampered.

“C'mere, I haven't kissed you enough,” he held you close, making you laugh at the small kisses he placed all over your face.

“Hey!” you whined as he avoided your lips. That successfully elicited a laugh out of him as he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss.

“Thank you,” he spoke softly, making you furrow your brows, cuddling closer to him under your light blanket, the cool air of the airconditioner giving you goosebumps, his warmth being your escape from it.

“For being here—” he held your hand, “—and hearing me out, I'm not the best when it comes to the heart to heart talks.” he admitted with a small frown.

“You can always talk to me, I'm here,” you said softly, pecking his forehead before he pulled you in an embrace.

“You're beautiful,” he said out of nowhere, resulting in your scrunched up nose which he found more than adorable, pulling you into a another kissing session which made you realize and come to terms with one important thing—

You liked Park Sunghoon.

And he reciprocated your feelings.

Sunghoon's head was buried in your neck, his lips brushed your skin with a soft tickle and this sight was something you hadn't ever expected to see, however, you wanted to remember it forever. You fondly ran your fingers through his soft locks just like you had wanted to, until you got an abrupt reminder of what had happened.

You had sex.

With Park Sunghoon.

Your best friend's brother.

With that, you woke up faster than ever with the intention to leave before getting caught. You wanted to tell Mina before she found out with some other source. The possibility of her accepting your newest setting would be high, but it was something you didn't want to bet over.

Sunghoon groaned with the sudden movement of yours, which disrupted his peaceful sleep, he looks angelic while sleeping, you did admit.

“Y/n?” his voice came out raspy, deeper than his usual tone, which was both, a blessing and a curse. You were torn between a need to hear more of his voice and the urge to get out without anyone else noticing.

Keeping, your hormones aside, you opted for the latter option, shaking the said boy to wake him enough for him to interpret your words properly.

“Mornin',” he scrunched his nose, opening one eye before pulling you in a hug, holding you like a plushie before placing a sweet kiss on your head.

Getting him out of bed was hard, especially when he wanted nothing more than to sleep with having you in his arms. Nevertheless, you succeed in dragging him to the attached bathroom, waiting for him to brush his teeth while you tried to keep your prying eyes away from his naked torso.

“Come on, Hoon, I have to get back! I can't get caught here, I don't even know how Mina would react to that—your sister is unpredictable really—” he figured that the only way to stop your rambling would be to have you pinned between his arms, and he did so, your back pressed against the sink tiles as he smirked, showing a glimpse of his freshly brushed teeth—which took him five more minutes than you despite the initial start time being same for you both.

“Princess, calm down or else I'll have to fuck your mouth to shut you up,” he warned playfully.

As tempting as the offer was, you shut your mouth, looking away from his gaze before he laughed, helping you out and dropping you back to your place without anyone else noticing your presence.

He was adamant about you kissing him as a good bye, which you did to earn a goofy smile out of him. He pulled you in for another one before letting you go with a sad look showcasing his face.

You took the longest shower after, telling your parents you stayed over at Mina's, which wasn't a lie on your side. Each droplet on your skin felt like a blanket of comfort as your vulnerable body thought about each thing that took place last night. The thought of Mina not knowing was killing you. Of course, you weren't about to tell her the details but seeking permission felt only right for you.

Which is why you sat down at your usual seat at the little pink cafe nearby, waiting for your friend to come over, your fingers rubbing your ear as you thought of fleeing at the last moment. You had called her but you did miss one important thing — you had no way to clearly tell her what you and Sunghoon were.

Not when you weren't sure yourself.

“It's been ages since I last met you,” she made her loud entrance, hugging you right away.

“I missed you,” you said, hugging her back.

You did, you missed hearing her bitching about random girls who hit on Yedam, you missed watching Disney movies with her even when you both were well versed with each line of Frozen, you would watch it with her without question.

Catching up with her was easy, it had barely been two days which you didn't spend with each other, yet she had a ton of new gossip to mull over, almost making you forget about your worries.

Just something about the Park siblings made you feel better in a genuine manner, maybe it was in their genes to have a safe aura around them.

You were laughing at something she had told you about her ex, until you both grew silent—it was a comfortable one.

“I saw you yesterday,” she started slowly.

You opened your mouth to say something, your heart beating faster at the wait of what was to come.

“After his breakup, he never opened up to anyone,” Mina confessed, you looking at her with confusion. “He didn't even tell mom, or me, or anyone for that matter. His appearance changed to the darker kind—” she tried wording it up correctly, but got emotional mid-way, eyes teary, “I don't know, he stopped talking altogether and he wasn't even ready to come home for holidays, it was mom who dragged him here.”

“Mina—” you tried to find some comforting words, gripping your drink tighter, “—I didn't know, I'm so sorry.”

She let out a soft laugh, “Sorry? You bitch! I should be saying thank you to you, I don't know what black magic you're doing to him but he's talking, smiling even!”

You felt overwhelmed with this newfound information, your hopes of having something genuine with him was high, and the thought of being with him wasn't so scary anymore.

“And I heard him open up to you last night, I didn't hear it of course, I wouldn't want to invade his privacy and left, but I'm glad he's got you, y/n.”

She looked at you with soft eyes, “I warned him to take care of you, but I have this little request for you too,” you nodded, eyes teary as you saw your friend sniffling. And you cursed yourself for being so sensitive. “Take care of him as well, please.” her voice came out strained and you nodded urgently, giving her the best smile you could muster at the given moment.

You opted to walk back home, letting everything sink in. First love was something which you had kept on a pedestal, the idea of falling in love was beautiful, but you did hear about it being comparable to a rose—beautiful, attracts everyone with it's pretty colours and fragrance. Nonetheless, it came with thorns which were promised to prick your skin, to make you bleed. It hurt. Sunghoon didn't take it well, you wouldn't either had you been in his place.

The weather seemed to have heard your inner conflicts, it's mood changing into a gloomy one as little rain droplets fell on your body, making you shiver with the cold temperature of it.

You didn't mind the drizzle, you simply wanted to run to Sunghoon and smash your lips onto his. Like you had thought of before — Park Sunghoon was a soft boy with a delicate heart beneath that tough leather jacket. Your clothes sticking to your body with the wetness of the rain taking over.

The walk was peaceful and you didn't have the littlest clue of what was to come. A deep voice called out your name, grabbing your attention as you finally looked up. You had almost been home. Nevertheless, you weren't sure if it was your hallucination, or whether Sunghoon was standing in front of your place, hair wet and a sweet smile plastered onto his face as he saw you.

“Hoon?” you whispered, asking yourself if he was here, and he started walking towards you, which confirmed that you weren't going crazy. And you ran. Your heart talking control of your mind and he eagerly waited to pull you in a hug, but you had different plans.

Standing in front of him, you cup his cheek, standing on your tippy toes as you searched his eyes for any kind of hesitance. That's when he took your name again, hands on your waist, your body pressed against his as you finally smashed your lips on his, pulling him in a fervent kiss.

He had been restless ever since you had gone back to your place in the morning, he wanted to hold you again, to kiss you, to have you close to him. He wasn't a stranger to these feelings, well aware of how much he had grown to like you. So he simply came over to your place, only for your mom to say you're not home. Waiting for you seemed like the best idea since you hadn't checked his texts as well.

Park Sunghoon was a living fantasy, he swiftly removed his leather jacket, covering both your heads before pulling you closer by the nape. You laughed softly as his strong hands kept you up when your legs started to get wobbly, he drove you insane.

“Sunghoon,” his name rolled off your tongue perfectly.

“I wanted to see you, I fucking miss you every second of my day. What have you done to me?” he spoke up, voice coming out as a breathless whisper.

Your heart melted at how effortlessly he confessed his feelings for you, made you feel like you mattered.

“Kiss me,” you replied, and he wasted no time in doing so, his lips feeling like a soft caress on yours, plump and molding perfectly against your own.

Your heart fluttered more than ever, and you knew he felt exactly the same with how fast his heartbeat was, your hand on his chest, your cheeks heating up with the feeling of happiness filling you up.

You wanted him around for a long time.

He made sure to do so.

The next few days were incredible, your parents were more than happy to see your eyes shining like they usually did, Kitty teased you with Sunghoon's name, laughing at how breathless you got with the thought of him being even close to you.

As for the said guy, he intended on being close to you. Just like how he paid a visit to you at midnight the other day, being the epitome of cliché as he got out a ladder to climb up to your room, your panicked face sending him into a laughing fit. He was unbelievable, going from being soft and cuddling with you, to grabbing your breast from behind, his hard on poked your ass. You gasped as he kept his hand over your mouth, trailing down sweet kisses on your neck before you pleaded for more. He held you close as he fucked you from behind, his nose brushing against your nape, and you could only close your eyes with how full and content you felt with him.

He couldn't get enough of you, especially when he hadn't heard you whimper out his name, so he decided to take you on a long drive in his beloved car, driving you to a breathtaking area, a secluded spot where the stars shined brightly.

Under that blanket of dark blue beauty, he kissed you, helping you get on his lap. That's when he heard you whimper for the very first time, he fucked you in his car, his big hands on your waist as he guided you through your orgasm, hips grinding on his dick until he filled the condom in you, pulling you into a fervent kiss right after, fingers gripping your hair to hold you in place.

He was a passionate kisser and he had grown addicted to have your lips on his. Demeanor changing soon after, he wanted to fill you up with all his love, he spent time staring at your sleeping figure after he had taken you back home, car parked in front of your place, but he had no heart to wake you up, especially when he found you the cutest in your sleepy state. He woke you up with kisses and helped you inside. Your parents loved him for being responsible and caring towards you.

Your nights were more for texting him, face timing him rather than sleeping. He went as far as singing in his deep baritone for you to sleep. He would never admit to it but his voice genuinely sounded pretty, at least to you.

With a few days left for prom, you had spent almost all days together, Mina stealing you for some days, at which he pouted with a sulky face. You could only coo, giving him a kiss on his mouth.

Seeing him staying away from ice skating was painful, even for you, and so you surprised him by taking him there, “Teach me?” you smiled, hugging him when you saw a flicker of emotion on his face. And he did, laughing as you tried to balance yourself, his hands on your waist coming to your rescue from falling down.

“Thank you,” he spoke gently, not caring about the few other people around the rink as he pulled you closer and into a soft kiss, caressing your cheek right after.

“Don't thank me,” you whispered with earnest eyes.

“Happiness looks good on you,” you had smiled before skating away.

And he swore his heart never felt this full before.

A maximum of three days later, he wanted to take you out yet again.

He took you out to the very same amusement park where you had third wheeled with Mina and Yedam. This time, however, he had decided he wanted you alone, not bothering to invite anyone else. That particular day was full of zeal, the air had a light breeze with the sun shining brightly over your head, not the kind to be irritating, but the kind that makes you feel fresh. His fingers intertwined with yours the entire time, he even got you matching headbands with a shy smile and you pinched his cheeks, ear tips red.

You squealed when he kissed you on top the ferris wheel, “Cliché, right?” he had asked after breaking the kiss, forehead pressed against yours.

“You're a dork, I hope you know that,” you had laughed.

“It kills me,” he pouted, dropping you back home, his hand resting on your thigh.

“What does?” you mindlessly asked, eyes fixated on the shaded sky, watching the sun say good bye for the day.

“I won't be able to see you tomorrow,” he whined, and you laughed.

Things had changed, his tough boy exterior always vanished around you, and, well, he wanted to spend every second of his day in your presence.

“It's just a day, Hoonie, I have to have my beauty rest and pampering sessions before the big day, no?” you asked, talking about prom which was to take place overmorrow, “Besides, you can always send in your random memes and text me.”

“Texting isn't enough.”

“Then what is?” you asked, lips turned up as you knew exactly what he had in mind.

“I'll show you.”

Safe to say, you ended up on his lap, his lips not having enough of you as he took his sweet time before letting you leave, texting you as soon as he got back to his room too.

Your to-do list had a myriad of tasks, namely—waxing, getting your hair done, a facial clean-up and some other minute things you had to pick up. Mina was your company for the day, she scrunched up her nose each time you told her about a certain thing you did with Sunghoon, calling it gross with an amused face. You definitely kept the spicy details to yourself, not wanting to traumatise her.

“But I really am glad to see you both happy, and that sounds sappy, and that rhymes—what the fuck?” your best friend rambled on continuously while getting her nails done, the assistant applying the last coat of nail polish on it. Meanwhile, you were done with yours, shaking your head at the series of texts Sunghoon had sent.

“That's gross,” she scrunched up her face at the kissing emojis Sunghoon had sent.

He was a cheesy texter, you admit.

Nevertheless, you felt happy.

Looking back, you would have laughed had someone said that you'll be going to prom with the infamous Park Sunghoon, who just happened to be your best friend's brother.

The reality, however, didn't seem bad to you, in fact, you loved every bit of it. Time passed by slowly, and you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again but were not allowed to do so.

It was the day, the reason why you had grown close to Sunghoon—your prom day. You probably wouldn't even have been talking to him had he not accepted Mina's offer to be your date. So, you had to thank Mina for her over the top ideas and overexcited state.

And to top your hopeless state, Sunghoon had been teasing you since the morning, sending you arm pics as he flexed his muscles for you to see how ripped he had gotten. You didn't want wetness pooling in your panties with him not around to help you out, so you kept your phone a safe distance away, ignoring the poor boy who ended up shaving to pass his time, scrolling back to read your older texts. The chat history wasn't supposed to be this long considering you had started texting a total of twenty five days back.

“Don't move!” Mina screamed.

“I can't fucking help it!” you said, using the exact tone as her.

“If you move again then your liner will be smudged and then Sunghoon, ew by the way, would run away and then you'll come back to me, crying.”

“That's not how it works.”

Mina had been trying to perfect your liner from the past seven minutes, and your constant squirming didn't assist her well. You weren't sure if it was excitement or anxiety.

“Finally,” she sighed, moving back and you sank into your seat, finding your messed up posture comfortable before drinking water. You opened your eyes after Mina confirmed that your liner was fully dried, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

The lipstick shade complemented to your skin shade well as you smiled, eyes looking estatic in wait of him seeing you like this. And you couldn't help but ponder about how he would look in his black suit, a white button up which would fit his body perfectly—

No. You shook your head, helping yourself to be devoid of any thoughts which could possibly make you needy.

“Get dressed, quick!” she clapped her hands, coming out of the bathroom after she had changed. She wore a light pink, silky, off shoulder dress which reached her knees.

You whistled lowly, “Damn you look hot—”

“—and you should leave before I make-out with you,” she replied in a breath, making you laugh, you followed her instructions nevertheless.

The black dress fit you perfectly, and you wished Sunghoon was here to zip it up for you like the previous time, the very time he had made your legs feel like a jelly, and you could only wonder how his reaction would be while seeing you in all your glory.

“You know what? Maybe we should make-out,” Mina gasped, looking at you up and down, which made you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, Yedam would kill me though,” you played along.

“Who cares about him, I want you,” she purred and you both broke into a fit of giggles just a second later.

“Speaking of the devil, he's here! I'll be leaving first, and Sunghoon is on his way! And uhm, don't forget to keep your lipstick and spare tissues with you, wear the second set of heels instead of the first one, see you!” you wondered how she spoke it all in a breath but you hugged her softly, thanking her for helping you out, to which she slapped your arm.

She practically ran after, shouting good byes to your parents downstairs and you shook your head at her usual antics.

“Oh, y/n, you look beautiful,” your parents said and your sister giggled at your mom's emotional state, seeing her daughter grow into a beautiful woman was something she would never be able to get used to, especially when you're still their little girl.

You hugged them softly, not to mess up your styled hair. Just then, the bell rang and you noticed a camera in Kitty's hands. “Oh no, you won't be embarassing me today—”

“Oh yes, we have to get a picture of his reaction when he sees you, duh! Go and hide!” she shooed you away, asking you to hide near the staircase.

And you obliged, heartbeat racing with the urge to see him, kiss him. That wasn't something you'd do in front of your family, hence, you kicked that thought out of your mind.

“Good evening—” his voice reached your ears and suddenly, your mom started complimenting him, gushing about how handsome he looks, Kitty following the suit while your dad made sure to remind him to take care of you, the usual dad stuff basically.

That's when you took a deep breath, coming out to reveal yourself, your heels clanking against the floor successfully captured his attention.

Your eyes are fixated on his face to memorize his expression. His mouth hung open slightly, eyes raked up and down your body, absorbing every inch of your beauty, breathing hitched and hands clutching a bag and a bouquet of flowers tighter than intended.

A flash of light snapped him out of his daze.

“Awestruck? Perfect for the album!” your sister squealed and you sighed.

Your legs felt weak already with his presence around you, specially when he looked like a guy straight out of your fantasy. Hair combed and parted to the side, suit hugging his figure perfectly, lips plump and soft, a watch adorned his hand with a few rings on his finger. Jaw well defined with a face that was carved by the god himself. Safe to say, you were in a daze too.

Your parents excused themselves, dragging a very pouty Kitty away—who wished to see the whole ordeal as if it were a movie.

“Hey, you—” he walked towards you, stretching his hand to give you a pretty bouquet of baby's breath, remembering how you had once mentioned them in a conversation, saying they look pretty, “—you look stunning,” you wrapped your fingers to accept the flowers, but he only pulled you closer, “And so fucking hot.”

His breath fanned the shell of your ear, “Glad to see you learned how to zip your dress up,” he spoke lowly and you pushed him, shy with his sudden advances.

He found you just as cute as he did when he wiped that chocolate from the corner of your lip. “Hey, c'mere.”

His whisper was soft as he took out a pretty corsage from his bag, securing the tiny flower bouquet as you looked at him with fond eyes, “This is beautiful,” you breathed out, overwhelmed and giddy to have him around you.

“Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl,” he smiled, placing his fingers under your chin, making you look up at him, “Beautiful, beautiful girl.”

His lips brushed against yours, your nose touching his as he placed a feather light kiss, so delicate that you barely felt it. With that, he stepped back and you whined.

“Can't have your lipstick getting smudged already, can we?” he teased, and you pouted.

“Unfair! You're not getting any kisses tonight then.”

“We'll see, princess.” he said, arm out and you grabbed it, “Shall we?” he asked, voice resembling that of a royalty.

“We shall, prince.” you laughed softly, shouting a good bye to your parents and asking your mom to put the flowers in a jar before leaving for your prom. Finally.

You had started to think that Park Sunghoon had gone absolutely crazy with the amount of teasing he has done in the span of your short drive. It's normal for him to place his hand on your thighs, however, squeezing and inching it up was a new action.

“Hoon,” you had gulped and he only shook his head slowly.

“Shh, baby, I'm trying my hardest not to fuck you here.”

And you've been a mess ever since, his hand rested on your waist while you made your way inside the venue, the decorations were far more grand than you had imagined, whole student body on the dancefloor, jumping and smiling as they moved their bodies with the rhythm, the food section on the other side and tables set for you all to rest and sit down. Your eyes met Mina on the dance floor and she winked at you, while you blew her a kiss, waving towards Yedam.

Sunghoon's hold was tighter as he noticed a some faces glancing your way, you being the object of either desire or envy with your beauty. Pairing that up with Sunghoon being your partner, it was a topic of gossip since no one knew how and when Anna had broken up with him, and since when was he with you. Rumours were sure to spread soon.

However, you weren't bothered, school was over and you had to leave for university soon, waiting for the acceptance letters to come back.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, keeping up his royal agenda for the night.

Your eyes crinkled as you smiled, “You may.”

He led you to the dance floor, hands settling down on your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest, swaying slowly despite the music being fast which elicited a hearty laugh out of you, his own fangs showing in a wide smile.

He spins you towards him so your bodies are pressed against each other, his blazer touching your bare clavicle, hands circling your waist, placing subtle teasing touches here and there.

Your majority of the time was spent while dancing, and of course, Park Sunghoon had to be a good dancer and you were convinced that there was nothing he couldn't do. Except, he didn't kiss you the whole night. He had you on your tippy toes each time he came closer to you, but never once fully pressed his lips against yours as if he was testing your patience.

“I'm gonna get a drink,” you said, sulking away from his figure and he pulled you back.

“Sorry to say, but that drink is a hundred percent spiked,” he let out and you sulked further.

“I'm thirsty!” you whined.

“So am I,” he said, but the desire in his eyes told you that you both were talking about two completely different kind of thirsts.

“You're not getting shit, Park,” you smirked, feeling the need to talk back all of a sudden and he played with a strand of your hair.

“Why is that, kitten?” the new nickname made you gulp down, looking away for a second.

“Figure that out yourself,” you said, walking away and he followed you as you stood at the back with the crowning of prom king and queen taking place, something you didn't have any particular interest in.

“I can make you cum untouched, y'know?” he continued with his comments, which you'd admit, did affect you.

“Shut up, someone will hear!” you gasped out.

“Look, it's the asshole,” Mina came by your side, to which Sunghoon groaned, but looked at where she was pointing.

Anna, the prom queen. It was expected with how hard she had been trying to please everyone the whole year, votes went to her and the smile on her face was too bright for your liking. The king however, was some guy from the football team, Yoshi standing there with a small smile as he watched his girlfriend click pictures with another guy.

You genuinely felt bad for him, a frown on your face.

“I can't believe she came here with Yoshi!” she spoke up, a distasteful expression on her face.

“I know,” you whispered.

Sunghoon looked blank at the scene, not even bothering to look at his ex, when he had you to look at. He knew for certain that the only thing she cared about was her image.

“I'll be staying with Yedam for the night so don't worry about me not getting home,” she told Hoon simply and his eyes widened.

“No funny business or you're dead,” he spoke with serious eyes and you laughed, Mina slapped her forehead and Yedam looked at her for help.

“Have fun!” you winked at her, dragging Sunghoon away—who had a lot to say to Yedam.

The night was going peacefully, you giggling at something Sunghoon was whispered in your ear. You had been blaming him for being a tease all night, while he claimed to have done nothing of that sort.

“Okay, don't blame me because I won't be able to stop,” he said, pulling you closer by nape and kissing you right on your mouth, tongue entering your mouth as you gasped, humming at what you had been craving for the whole night.

You looked at him with a dizzy smile, shy at how easily he took in control and swept you off your feet.

Your smile dropped when you saw Yoshi waving at you, his expression unreadable as Anna excused herself from him, making her way towards where you and Sunghoon stood, a small smile on her face. Some people halted to see the interaction between the exes, you standing there with your hands in his, squeezing it gently to reassure him.

“Hey! Y/n, was it?” she smiled, too sweet for it to be real.

“Hey, Anna,” you forced a smile of your own.

Her eyes went down to see your fingers intertwined with his, a muscle in her jaw twitching.

“Hoonie,” she breathed out, eyes softening.

And you cringed at the name, despite it being the one everyone used for him. It didn't sound pleasant coming out of her mouth. Especially when you knew what she did to him.

“Anna,” his reply was short and nod curt, he turned towards you, not planning to drag the unnecessary conversation any longer.

“Didn't peg you to be the kind to have hots for your sister's friend,” she spoke quickly, grabbing his attention back again and Hoon was just as fast to reply, reporting before you could say anything.

“Yeah? Exactly like how I didn't peg you to be a fucking cheater.”

His voice being loud enough for a few people to hear, then he dropped his tone with a smirk, “Bet your little boyfriend doesn't know that yet.”

Her expression was that of a horrified one, and you only smiled at her, the same sickening sweet one which she gave you a minute back.

With that, you and Sunghoon left hand in hand, you dragging him out to get some fresh air. The night sky was pretty, sun had set and the breeze was soothingly cool. Leaning against the brink wall outside, he let out a laugh, a genuine laugh.

“I can't believe I said that.”

“I mean, she deserved it.”

You smiled, seeing him answer her fearlessly, unlike how he had been the other day, scared and insecure.

“I do not know how but, you give me confidence,” he breathed out, eyes shining under the moonlight, “And—”

He cupped your cheeks, “—I like you so much, I cannot stop smiling when I look at you.”

His confession made your heart skip a beat and you searched his eyes for any hint of joke or humour. You didn't find any.

“I—I like you more than I like anyone else, Sunghoon,” you spoke up, both your eyes teary at the scene.

And you meant it whole heartedly.

“Let's get out of here.”

You nodded, running as best as you could muster in your heels to get in the car with him. Excitement coursed through his body, he was estatic at your revelation, thinking that you'd reject him by calling him just a fling. However, seeing that wasn't the case made him smile uncontrollably, he had to bite on his lip to prevent it from showing on his face.

“Hey,” he whispered, turning your way to buckle your seatbelt up, nose brushing against yours as you shyly mumbled a hey back, which lead him to swoon over your cute demeanor, rewarding you with a sweet kiss on your lips, his own lips were covered in your lipstick, making him look prettier than you could have imagined.

You wondered how fun it would be to do his makeup if he allowed you to. Different scenarios filling up your mind as you thought of endless possibilities of your future, not bothering to think about leaving for college just yet.

It didn't take him long to drive you back to his place with how needy he was, pulling you inside his room and closing the door right after, pinning you against the door and holding your waist up, his lips on yours in a slow and sensual kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

He gently placed you on the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he supported his weight on his arms above you.

“Princess,” his voice was breathy and you felt dazed.

You leaned in to kiss him again but he pulled back with a smirk, “Seems like you're enjoying this a little too much.”

It made you whine, trying to pull him closer and he only pulled back further.

“Sunghoon, don't tease me!” you pouted.

“Are you asking or begging?” his voice came out deep.

“—Please?” you tried begging with the softest eyes you could muster.

Even his simple words were enough for you to submit to him, his body commanding your every move.

“Such a good girl,” he pulled you in a fervent kiss before dipping to whisper, “My good girl.”

You had always loved praises of all kinds, but never expected to get aroused hearing something so simple.

“Come on,” he pulled you up, easily turning you around, “I love this dress on you,” his lips touched your shoulder blade, “But I think we don't need it right now.”

He wasted no time in zipping down your dress, his fingers trailing on your spine, while leaving you bare in just your panties. He followed the suit, getting rid of his blazer and he almost lost his mind when you helped him unbutton his white shirt, groaning as your fingers touched his body, caressing his faint abs before you squeezed his cock which looked painfully hard under his pants.

He pushed you on the bed yet again, getting rid of his pants as well to show you how much he wants you.

“Hoon—” you shivered as he parted your legs, practically tearing your underwear away.

“So fucking pretty, I need to mark you up. Fuck, I can't wait to have my cock in your tight pussy, can't wait to fuck my pretty girl.”

Your back arched into him as he used his tongue flat on your clit, your fingers gripping his hair to keep him in place, “Hoon, y—you feel so good!” your voice was like a melody to his ears. You only bucked your hips up his face to get more of him.

He came up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue as you moaned in his mouth. True to his words, he sucked and licked on your clavicle, leaving it sore, sure to turn into a reddish purple colour by tomorrow.

His thumb rubbed against your clit harshly, and your soft moans drove him crazy, he wanted to take his time with you.

“Please fill me up, I want you,” you whispered as he pressed his tip on your slit, rubbing it slightly to coat his tip with your arousal, “Lord, I like you so much! I want you so much—” you gasped as he silenced you with a kiss, carefully pressing himself into you, filling you to the brim.

He pulls out slowly before pushing himself back in, continuing his ministrations as you held on to his shoulders, gripping them hard while his name rolled off your tongue in the perfect manner.

It's intimate, slow and he can't focus on anything else but your face, mouth slightly open, eyes closing with pleasure and lips swollen with how hard he had kissed you earlier.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, resting them on the expanse of the bed, a few more thrusts made you hum.

“You're beautiful,” he spoke up, stopping to stare at your state yet again, “So very beautiful, can't get enough of you.”

His words made you shy, his thumb stroking the curve of your lips as he looked at you with admiration, wanting to be closer than you more than ever.

The touch wasn't enough, you craved more, you begged for more.

“I can't hold it anymore,” he spoke up, thrusting in again as your warm walls welcomed him. You could see his cock disappearing inside your hole.

“I'm gonna cum, Hoon!” you admitted out loud as well.

“Go ahead baby, I got you,” at that very moment, you let go and arch your back with your arousal coursing down your body, his own length twitching inside you.

However, you stopped him before he could pull out, “Fill me up please, want to filled up with your cum,” you requested, making you mention that you're on your pill to him yet again and, with an offer so tempting, he couldn't say no.

He was filling you up after a few more thrusts, resting his face in the crook of your neck, his breath fanned your skin as you closed your eyes, tiredness seeping into your body with how hectic your day had been.

Most importantly, you felt loved throughout it all, Sunghoon gave you his undivided attention at all times, you had grown so used to being around him, being without him felt like torture.

“Tired?” he asked, settling down next to you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, snuggling closer to him as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“Let's get you ready for bed, yeah?” he said softly, helping you clean your makeup as he stood between your legs, placing you on the sink counter.

He smiled at your sleepy state, being gentle with you.

He held you for the night, “I like you,” he said softly.

“I like you too,” you giggled as he rubbed his nose against yours before spooning with you.

And you drifted to the dreamland peacefully. It was a prom to remember, and even while sleeping, Sunghoon was only person who serenaded your mind.

Your sleep was disturbed by your loud ringtone. Groaning, you woke up and checked to see the caller—your mom. You groggily answered the call.

“Mum?” you asked.

She replied hurriedly, calling you home that very instant. Your eyes widened and you rushed to gather your clothes, waking up Sunghoon in the process.

“What's wrong?” he asked, eyes adjusting to the light.

“Home. Now.”

The room was silent, everyone staring at your figure while you shut your eyes, palms pressed together in a deep prayer before you breathed out, gulping down the anxiety building up in your stomach.

You nodded, wetting your lower lip before grabbing the envelope in front of you, tearing it open in the most gentle manner, agonizingly slow. All eyes were on your face as your eyes read through what was printed on the paper.

You had to bite your lip to stop it from quivering as you lowered your sheet, opening and closing your mouth.

“Decelis University, Seoul—” your voice was barely a whisper before it got louder, “—I got accepted.”

Your revelation led to rounds of screaming and suddenly, you were pulled into a group hug with everyone congratulating you sporting the most genuine smiles on their faces. Giggles left your mouth with everything going on, you called Mina, telling her and she started crying on the call, “Fuck I'm so proud of you y/n,” she sniffled.

Decelis University was your dream university, the one you'd so dearly wished to get into. You had submitted the forms for both, Seoul and the Busan branch, the prior being your topmost priority and you were overwhelmed to say the least.

“Hey,” Sunghoon was by your side just as he saw your sudden change in expression, “What's wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, plastering a fake smile on your face.

He didn't buy it, however, he didn't push you to tell him and only ended up talking about it again while you both sat down at the nearby park, watching the sunset. Your happiness had a hint of sadness to it, he could sense it.

“Are you happy?” he asked simply.

The question caught you off guard, “Yeah! Yeah, of course I am.”

“Princess,” he sighed, “You've been frowning the whole time.”

You winced, wondering if your feelings were that evident on your face. Head in your hands, you tried to gather your thoughts to formulate some sort of excuse.

Instead, you were pulled into a hug, Sunghoon's hand softly caressing your hair, “You don't have to say anything, okay? Just tell me this is temporary and you'll be okay soon after.”

You snuggled closer to him, “I'm just—worried.”

“Hm? What's it, baby?”

“This is gonna stop really stupid,” you laughed a little before pulling back and answering. “I don't know what we are, Sunghoon. You'll go back to Busan for your uni and I'll be shifting to Seoul soon. The thought of being far from you after this month—It doesn't settle well with me.”

You hid behind your hands again, which he grabbed to kiss your nose softly, “You've been worried about this the whole time?” he asked slowly, a sad smile on his face.

He couldn't lie, he thought about it more times than just once. Deep inside, his insecurity had screamed about how he should hold you back, just for the sake of him. You're basically starting a new life in Seoul, and he doesn't wish to be an object of hindrance in your way. It was awfully eerie how you both had the same thought running in your mind. You didn't wish to stop Sunghoon either, always thinking how he could find someone better than you.

You knew that overthinking would be your downfall.

“And, you're leaving soon too.” your words were strained.

“I don't want to,” he admitted.

“But you have to, and so do I,” you couldn't look him in the eye anymore.

The one thing you couldn't handle was the distance—once grown, it was sure to end up drifting away even far with the limitations in interactions.

“Then, let's just make the most of it, hm?”

You couldn't do anything else but nod, trying to calm your heart which was a fraction away from breaking. Again.

He held you the entire time you needed to be okay. But you wondered how you'll be okay after he actually leaves.

“Will you be there tomorrow?” you asked in a low voice.

“I wouldn't dare miss your graduation,” he promised.

True to his word, you found him sitting at the back with your and his own family as you and Mina waved at them excitedly. It was something you had grown accustomed to, mustering up a smile even when you felt empty inside. The expression worked wonders on others.

The ceremony went smoothly, genuinely making you feel content with everything. You hugged Sunghoon when he practically sang out congratulations for you, not caring about the others around you. Your parents were happy at the sight of you and Sunghoon, almost as if they were ready to give their blessings and get you married already, your mother not so discreetly talking about the same while Mina and Yedam laughed at their excitement.

It was another one of those days where the weather wasn't too hot or too cold. He took you out for ice cream right after, making sure to go to the exact shop where you went after your little impromptu movie date, soon going to little arcade nearby where you won all the games, while he sulked around for losing. Maybe he wasn't an all rounder after all.

A month was over and the only question lingering on your mind was—when was Sunghoon going to go back.

Although that was the very thing you didn't wish to ponder upon, however, he told you exactly that before dropping you off at home, in the silence of his car.

“I'm leaving tomorrow.”

You didn't look at him, staring at your lap instead. Facing such situations wasn't your strong suit.

“I—” your tears didn't let you finish your sentence, you rushed to go back inside your place, which was empty since your parents and sister had gone out to your aunt's place for the night.

Sunghoon called out your name with desperacy, following you inside without second thoughts.

“Listen to me just once, please!” his voice came out strained.

“I don't want this,” you spoke up, a tear trailing down your cheek and you wished you to have been less attached. “I can't lose you.”

He pulled you closer until you were crying on his shoulder, his own lip trembling with guilt. He never thought he'd get so attached to you, but how could he not? Especially when you looked at him with those eyes, the same eyes he fell in love with in the span of a month.

“Let me make it up to you, please.”

It was his desperacy that spoke up, he wished to make love to you, to hold you for one last time, not knowing what the future held for you both.

“Make love to me, Sunghoon,” your voice was broken but he obliged.

It was slow how he undressed you, memorizing every inch of your body, placing kisses whenever he could just to hear your gasp. The silence was loud, the only sound in the room was due to your activites.

Sunghoon couldn't help but look into your eyes the entire time he was inside you, thrusting gently as he hit all your good spots, blinding you with his essence.

It was gentle, he was so sweet, whispering the words of affirmation in your ear, calling you his girl, his pretty girl. He couldn't stop himself from placing his lips on yours every minute, wishing to be closer to you. Your body quivered, arms wrapped around his neck as you reached your euphoria with him, muttering curses with the heightened sensation.

He kissed your tears away, placing feather light kisses all over your face.

You had grown to love him.

He never wished to leave you.

His arms tightened around your body as he held you to sleep, scared that you'll disappear when he wakes up.

You simply showered him with love, caressing his cheeks as you saw him sleep in your arms, clinging onto you like a koala, the sight was so endearing, it lead you to a peaceful sleep soon after.

Waking up in his arms felt more painful than ever, the pain only escalating when you followed him to the airport, Yedam driving you there as Mina sat shotgun. Sunghoon was clad in all black, just like the day he had came back. He simply hugged his sister, teasing her about something only he knew about. Next up, he warned Yedam to be on his behaviour with his sister, to which he nodded with earnest eyes.

That left you to be the last one to say good bye to him. There was so much you wanted to say to him, so much you wished you could have done with him. Heck, you'd do anything to take him out for ice skating just one more time.

“H—hoon,” you didn't wish to cry, not like this. Even your friend was frowning at your fragile state, however, there was no one to blame for this.

“Shh,” he pulled you in a tight hug, his own emotions getting the best of him.

Your heart twisted as you looked him in the eye, face contorted, lingering sadness in his deep brown eyes. The words were strangled in your throat as you tried to speak up.

“I—”

“I know.” His words were soft before he took your hands, placing soft kisses on your knuckles, “I do too,” he said, reaching to cup your face, pressing one last kiss on your lips, letting it linger for a few seconds before he pulled away, giving you the smallest smile as he made his way inside the airport, not forgetting to get one last look at your sad figure as he finally left for Busan.

That very moment, you realized that falling in love was easy but getting over it was hard. It hadn't even been five minutes and Sunghoon had texted you already. However, you could only cry silent tears of conflict your feelings faced, Mina held you the entire time, saying sorry for absolutely no reason, somehow blaming herself for being the one who started the story of you and Hoon. You didn't regret it, being with Sunghoon was a dream, a dream that ended in the little time of a month.

You texted, called and did all you could to keep your bonds strong, not putting a label on your relationship, however, you drifted as the time passed by. With you moving to Seoul and him working hard towards achieving a better grade, you lost contact. Your fingers itched to call him, but you couldn't muster enough courage to do so, not knowing that he faced the same dispute.

Insecurity won in the end.

It was like a replay all over again and you swore to not let anyone get close to you now that you were in your new setting.

Seoul was a beautiful city, a busy one which kept you on your toes, your schedule different from your usual one and you indulged yourself in working hard to maintain your gpa.

Yet the little voice at the back of your head made sure to remind you of a certain guy who called you princess.

And just like you had done before, you decided to write him a letter.

The one which will stay in your safe box for the entirety of its life.

Dear Park Sunghoon,

It was a cold winter day when I had first met you at the bus stop. The air was freezing with no seats left on the bus except for one. You opted to stand instead of taking the seat, offering it to me despite being a stranger. Perhaps that was the very day I had grown to like you, the small moles scattered all over your face only added to your beauty.

I never thought I'd run into you again. I certainly hoped I did because the way you looked back, giving me a small wave before getting off the bus was enough of a reason for my brain to imprint your face in my memory.

But I saw you again once I befriended Mina, the little smile on your face told me that you, indeed, remembered me.

Even with our little interactions over the years, I had grown to like you, to like how sweet you were, how selfless you were when you offered to get food for us in the seventh grade, when your mom wasn't around. I was sure you never saw me as more than just your sister's best friend, and I was content with it.

However, this time you came back like a cold breeze, bringing comfort to my existence on a hot summery day, lingering for a while until it was hot all over again.

I thought you had changed with your changed demeanor and black leather jacket. But I was wrong, you were the same guy I met in the bus all those years back. You drove me around without complaining a bit, you even agreed on accompanying me to the prom when you could have easily said no.

You teased me like it was your business, you kissed me like you meant it. You swept me off my feet, Park Sunghoon, and I landed straight in the comfort of your strong arms.

Our time together was short-lived, but it didn't stop me from falling in love with you.

You were so perfect, holding me close, giving me the warmth I had always craved. You let me in, let me explore the beauty of you and I don't think I'll get over the magic that you hold in your eyes.

I found it to be the most adorable thing when you hugged me like a baby, being scared of the ghost in the movie. That very day, you kissed me for the first time and I broke all my walls to let you in.

Seeing you skate was a sight for sore eyes. The way you carry yourself is no less than a royalty. Mayhaps that is why I ended up falling deeper for you.

We found solace in each other, you helped me overcome my past while you mentioned how my presence helped you with the same.

But you never taught me how to overcome this overflowing love I have for you.

It's been months since I last saw you, and not a day has passed by when I didn't wonder about this.

Did we give up too easily?

Could we have worked out despite the cruel distance?

I'm not certain as to what will happen the next time we meet, if we ever meet. But it is certain that you will always have a special place in my heart. I'm writing this letter in order to come to terms with my own feelings, but I'll always wonder about this one thing, Sunghoon.

Did it hurt you as much as it hurt me?

Love,

The girl you took to prom.

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied - Masterlist

SUMMARY: Peter and Reader get off on the wrong foot, which leads them to a messy, complicated and steamy relationship filled with hate, love and half-witty insults. (bonus: based off of Taylor Swift’s song Dancing With Our Hands Tied on reputation)

TROPE: Enemies to lovers

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader & Stark!Reader

WARNINGS: Sexual tension, swearing, violence/sparring, occasional make-out and/or implied smut but no details, angst (duh), fluff, bitchy reader, bitchy peter, they’re all bitches okay, slowburn (slow, slow but the burrrn), mutual pining

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST: here (user: eshokk)

PROLOGUE

PART ONE

PART TWO 

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE 

PART SIX 

PART SEVEN

PART EIGHT

PART NINE 

PART TEN 

PART ELEVEN

PART TWELVE 

PART THIRTEEN 

PART FOURTEEN 

PART FIFTEEN

PART SIXTEEN

PART SEVENTEEN

PART EIGHTEEN

PART NINETEEN

PART TWENTY

PART TWENTY-ONE

PART TWENTY-TWO (coming soon!)

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REBLOG | Chapter 1

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“I don’t think Hyejin told her where exactly we want them,” Hyunjin smirked as he got up and walked towards you. He stood right behind you and spoke into your ear with a very soft voice. “These are supposed to be pelvic tattoos, beautiful.”

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Work. That was all you knew.

You had a serious bone to pick with the cupid by now. Strings? More like a string of unsatisfactory relationships. When the sex was great, the conversation wasn’t. If the conversation was great, then the sex wasn’t. Once in a blue moon when both of them would be okayish, this time there would be no intellectual stimulation, so take your pick from the sea that’s actually a bathtub where the only available fish are fuckboy tuna, clingy salmon, or freshwater cod that only likes to swim on the shallow end; so easy to catch but so goddamn bland. The more time went by, the more you were convinced it was impossible to find an acceptable balance, so thanks, but no thanks. Why would you have to be the one to compromise your needs? Fuck that. 

In conclusion, all men can kindly fuck right off because I ain’t your mama. Anything you can do I can do better because I have my ride or die vibrators with me.

Sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like you were leading this double life, though. On the outside, you were this ‘cool chick’. Independent. Self-sufficient. The sassy badass who cursed a lot for her own good but considering her scoreboard, indeed very charming. A renowned interior designer who owned a successful business, so much so that she didn’t look for work anymore; the work would find her, which meant a ridiculously high-end network with the galas, fancy dinners, luxury bar openings, and all that jazz.

When you were by yourself, however…

Your close friend, or main bitch as you called her, Hyejin accidentally got you into it something over a Friday brunch, completely unaware of the impact this was going to have on your life.

“I swear to god, the porn industry needs to step up its game,” you scarfed down your bagel, “Not everybody is the nymphomaniac that gets off to everything, you know? I can’t even get wet while watching some of this shit.”

“Does it have to be a video?” Hyejin asked matter-of-factly while sipping on her Bellini, “I mean there are many different mediums out there.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, woke bitch?”

She shrugged, “Like, have you tried reading porn?”

You looked at her with cocked brows, “How does that even work? Do I walk into a bookstore and go like ‘Hey, what’s your bestsellers on thigh riding?’”

Hyejin almost snorted her drink out of her nose because of how hard she laughed, “This is not the 56k modem era anymore, you know that right?” she wiped her mouth, “You can just read stuff on the internet. Just go home and google ‘adult stories’ or ‘smut’. I promise you’ll find a bunch of good stuff. I personally like hanging out at Tumblr.”

No matter how ridiculous that sounded, that was literally how your Tumblr addiction started. You turned into this goddamn hyperfixationist who heavily indulged in reading smut and yelling about fictional characters online. You kept telling yourself there was nothing wrong with a woman enjoying some steamy erotica every now and then because imagination was the best porn, after all. However, you’d never tell this to anyone else because of the boss bitch reputation you had to maintain. Especially in the cutthroat industry circle you were in where money rained like it was fucking monsoon season.

Besides the going completely feral over written porn thing, you also drew as an outlet because you found a weird sense of comfort in sketching stuff that was not strictly the straight lines and sharp angles of a room. You would create some designs for Hyejin every now and then to use in her tattoo studio as well, and she eventually offered to teach you the art itself. Why not make it a lucrative side hustle since you clearly enjoyed the crap out of it? It wasn’t that easy to get you to buy into the idea, though.

“Remind me, why did I start learning this again?”

“Because it’s like boxing where you punch people with a needle,” she informed you with a dead serious face, “Great stress reliever.”

You weren’t sure whether you should have been curious or concerned.

“I say this with all the love in the world, Jin, but you need help.”

“And you need to get laid,” she instantly retorted while preparing the ink.

“But I alr-”

“Dicked down.”

“I know, I alr-”

“By an actual human being.”

Just like that, your entire defense on your polyamorous relationship with your toys went out the window.

“Then, no thanks.”

“When was the last time you saw a dick in real life, seriously?” Hyejin asked, entirely annoyed by your relentless refusal to meet anybody. Not that you had anything against people, it was just that nothing was intriguing enough for you. It didn’t seem like it would be worth wasting your time on getting to know somebody when you already knew how it was gonna end. If you happened to come across someone who was decent-looking, knew how to put two sentences together, a little on the adult side of the intellectual swimming pool, and was willing to be a freak in your sheets, by all means. Nevertheless, you knew this was an outline of a prince charming that belonged to a twisted fairy tale, so why bother? You briefly paused to take a look into the disaster drawer residing in a far corner of your mind.

“When I dated your friend who was a bit too into roleplaying. Not to mention he corrupted me for good.”

“Who?”

“Hongjoong.”

“BITCH, THAT WAS LIKE A YEAR AGO!”

You shrugged, not one bit interested in the prospect of matchmaking, and channeled all your attention to the orange in your hand, the canvas where you kept practicing your tattooing skills whenever there wasn’t some bare skin to adorn. Don’t get it twisted, you were as much frustrated, if not concerned, as Hyejin about the lack of sheer desire to fuck the daylights out of someone. You really really missed that feeling and that was why, especially on faded nights, your hand would hover over your phone to call Hongjoong to experience that one more time because you were about to forget what that was like.

He was the aforementioned prince charming from the twisted fairyland, who was also the one to call it quits because neither of you could prioritize each other over work. Cue the ‘They got nothing on you’ dramatics when you didn’t even fucking try because you couldn’t help wondering if he was feeling the same way.

You were probably the first hobbyist tattoo artist ever, picking this up just for shits and giggles with no intention of making a career out of it, but Hyejin was very much content with the situation since it meant you could be her backup artist to substitute some of her appointments whenever she was swamped. Her clientele was very… eccentric to say the least.

Fucking rich people.

While you kept shading a lizard on the orange to give it a 3D effect and make it pop, Hyejin broke into a smirk all of a sudden as she looked at her schedule and asked you ever so casually.

“Actually, do you mind taking over my Friday appointment? I totally forgot I was supposed to go lingerie shopping with Jennie. She’s gonna drag my ass throughout the town that day.”

“Depends,” you responded without taking your eyes off what looked like an actual lizard eating the orange by then, “Is it another whiny bitch that wants a tramp stamp? I can’t sit here for two hours listening to someone hissing like a snake. No matter how much I want it to be, this ain’t the Slytherin common room.”

“No, it’s two guys,” she handed you the design sheet to examine, “They came up with this themselves.”

You were pleasantly surprised when you saw what was on the sheet. The texture, the shading, the figures themselves looked like they came out of very proficient hands, but your mind immediately painted you a picture of two disgustingly buff guys that wanted tattoos on their biceps to flex them. In your experience, the gym dudes with their half-naked mirror selfies and fine artwork didn’t mix, so whatever the fuck was up with this indeed?

“What time?”

“Midnight. That’s when they get off work,” Hyejin’s grin got wider, “I think you’ll get a kick out of this particular appointment.”

“Gentlemen.”

Chris greeted the seven other guys in the conference room waiting for him to arrive, looking slightly disheveled like he was trying to mask a severe hangover. Minho was all smiles upon seeing his business partner finally gracing the room, and while his tone was disgustingly sweet, what he actually conveyed was nothing less than psychopathically intimidating.

“You’re late. Again.”

“I wasn’t aware I had to punch in for my own fucking business,” Chris sat down in the chair next to him facing the gigantic LED TV.

“It’s my business as much as yours, so…” Minho shot him a death glare behind a civil composure, “Be here at 7 AM sharp like the rest of us unless you wanna accidentally choke on dark roast one morning. Or you know, arsenic.”

Chris looked at Minho for five seconds straight with a done look and then turned his attention to the table, “If Minho’s done throwing a fit, we can begin,” he fired up his laptop and continued, “Usual Monday agenda. Theme ideas for upcoming weeks, please.”

After a brief pause of brainstorming Seungmin broke the silence, “Traditions.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“We could do something like a Joseon theme. Either warriors or princes.”

“Like a feast in the palace,” Jeongin added, “Could be thrown in the honor of our guests or ourselves depending on which direction we go with.”

“Oh, I like this,” Chris squinted his eyes, “What would be the focus of the night?”

“Well, princes don’t do the simping, do they?” Jisung commented, “Cue the concubine guests for the night.”

“That’s exactly why we should be simping,” Hyunjin countered with a smile, “Nothing that strokes the ego more than being someone’s chart-topper. And if that someone is actually a prince everybody’s battling over the attention of?”

“I can practically feel the wetness on my fingers,” Changbin flashed a controrted smile, “Fucking love this.”

“Hyunjin’s gonna break his all-time record with that one,” Jisung cackled, “You’re gonna have some serious catching up to do, Lix.”

“No gap is unclosable. Pun very much intended,” Felix kept rotating the pen between his fingers dexterously, leisurely swerving side-to-side on his chair, “Nothing I haven’t done before.”

“We’re yet to hear you contribute, Freckles,” Minho snapped at Felix’s way too comfortable posture, “Do the flexing after the fact, not before.”

“Fine,” Felix sighed, “MILF night.”

“You might be onto something deranged motherfucker,” Chris pointed his pen at Felix, “Elaborate.”

Felix sat up upon Minho’s non-stop staring without any blinks and responded, “Simple. We host the literal desperate housewives who don’t get the much-needed attention from their husbands. Can you imagine if they are actually breastfeeding? My fucking god,” he sighed with his eyes closed, leaning back into his chair again. True to his nature, Felix's pitch was so fucking unhinged that a momentary silence took over the room.

“Just how the fuck do you envision us doing that? Do you have a contact list of people who’s recently given birth?” Minho berated him, in complete disbelief of what he was hearing. Chris seconded.

“Seriously Lix, A+ on the creativity as usual but for the jillionth time, please indulge in those in your own time.”

“What? I just wanna provide an experience of a lifetime, my lord,” Felix addressed Chris directly, “It’s one of those things that you just know a lot of people are curious about.”

“And I just wanna overstimulate someone until I make them pass out at least three times, but our legal insurance doesn’t cover that, either. Moving on,” Chris scrapped the idea at lightspeed, “Did the draft designs arrive for the bachelorette thing?”

“Yes,” Minho turned on the TV connected to his computer for a collective review. The drafts were supposed to be interior design mockups for the bachelorette party theme requested by one of their regulars, and Chris’ brief to the firm they were working with was that it was supposed to spell class. Yet, all he could see on the screen was the goddamn neon lights blaring in different shades of red and giving him an instant headache.

“What the fuck is this pedestrianism? Do we look like we’re running a strip club?”

“No, but we’re indeed in the business of lust, my lord,” Hyunjin tried to provide some perspective being the only art-literate person in the room, “They weren’t too far off with their palette choice.”

“Not good enough, this is way too one-dimensional. We’re terminating our contract with them after I give them a goddamn encyclopedia of a revision request,” Chris tapped on Minho’s computer to signal him to make a note of it, “We need someone that could bring our vision into reality. I wanna experience a fucking moodboard in corporal form.”

“We’re gonna have to start a whole new scouting process for this, my lord,” Felix pointed out and proceeded to overtly throw shade over Chris’ Olympian-level fastidiousness, “You declined every single one of the design firms we brought to your attention.”

“Because they weren’t fucking good enough!”

Minho opened up a browser tab and typed in an address, “I think you’re gonna like this one.”

He pressed enter and an online portfolio flashed on the screen. It included frames outlining interior design work done for residential areas as well as spaces created for business, hospitality, dining, and entertainment. With each frame, Chris’s interest visibly increased.

“Oh, I like this. I fucking like this!”

“The references are solid,” Minho clicked on the related tab for Chris to see, “They have worked with some entertainment giants, as well.”

“Hyun?”

“Elegant style regardless of function. Very tasteful,” Hyunjin offered his insight with his index finger pressed against his temple, “I’m assuming colors get bolder based on the target clientele. Looks like they speak your language of nitpickiness, my lord.”

“Don’t get snarky with me. It’s called attention to detail,” Chris scoffed but still glowing with palpable excitement, “I say we book an exploratory meeting, Min.”

“Already did. We’re gonna have lunch with them.”

“When?”

“In two hours.”

“Once again proving to be the Shadow King, indeed,” Changbin snorted, “If that’ll be all, permission to leave. I gotta hit the gym in an hour and there’s the hell of traffic I need to beat.”

“Dismissed,” Chris concluded the meeting, leading everyone to get up from their seats. Hyunjin threw his arm around Felix and leaned into his ear like he was about to reveal a secret.

“You know, they keep telling you to do it on your own time but how come you’re still not giving this some serious thought? That’s literal money showers side hustle idea right there.”

“What do you mean?”

Hyunjin stopped dead in his tracks, incredulous how Felix was not able to think about this by himself.

“You’re fucking with me, right? Have you never heard of voice acting before?”

“Are you legit suggesting that I audition to do voiceovers right now? Because hard pass.”

Hyunjin landed a punch on Felix’s shoulder, “No, asshole, I’m talking about acting. People lose their shit over that sexy roleplaying stuff and it indeed has a very niche audience like you pointed out earlier,” then he continued adamant to get Felix to agree to his genius idea, “Set up an NSFW blog or a webpage of some sort, connect a Patreon account, and you’re golden.”

Felix scanned Hyunjin’s face with a dubious expression to see whether he was for real or not.

“Why are you losing your mind over this idea?”

“Because I feel like a talent scout looking at a diamond mine. Obviously, I’ll demand a cut from your earnings like any manager would.”

“There it is,” Felix knowingly smiled, “My best interests at your heart thing was too far-fetched to believe anyway.”

Hyunjin reciprocated the smile but kept on insisting nevertheless in the only language Felix would understand, “Any follower, subscriber, or whatever the hell it is you trap, I’ll add that to your scoreboard, as well. It totally counts.”

The aforementioned scoreboard was a biannual tally Hyunjin and Felix were keeping regarding their guest count. Whoever came up ahead was the beneficiary of whatever they bet on six months prior, and the eventual prizes kept getting more and more expensive. First, it was just a Rolex proposed by Hyunjin; then it was a massage chair Felix wanted, and it eventually escalated into a fucking sports car. With the amount of money they were earning, it was like buying groceries for them, but it was the age-old rivalry between them that kept things interesting and winning over the other all the more satisfactory. Felix tilted his head and smiled.

“Maybe it’s time we put the unhinged thoughts to some lucrative use, huh Hyun?”

“Good morning, Yuna. What’s my schedule for today?” you stormed into the office and placed a caramel macchiato on your assistant’s desk. You must have been the only boss in the world who asked their employees how they liked their coffee, not the other way around.

“Lunch meeting at noon with potential clients. They insist on working with you.”

“Who is it?”

“Club owners.”

“Breakfast or Printworks?”

“Apparently a speakeasy.”

“O…kay?” you creased your brows upon the unexpected description, “Where am I going?”

“Four Seasons.”

“WHAT SEASONS?”

You were used to the fancy stuff coming in after the job was done as a form of thank you, most certainly not right off the bat. Your usual lunch meetings would take place at decent restaurants out of courtesy, but god-level charming attempt before even meeting you?

Sus.

“Did they provide a brief?”

“A concise one. They said they’d like to discuss it in detail face-to-face. Here,” Yuna handed you the printed document. You made your way to your office after thanking her and studied the material inside and out until lunch, even during the ride to your destination. When you walked into the place, it wasn’t that hard to spot your people of interest since they were the only ones there. Like they closed the place down for themselves. The two guys who looked like suit models put their scotch glasses down and stood up to their feet as soon as they spotted you.

“Thank you very much for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice,” one of them immediately extended his hand to shake yours, “My name is Lee Minho, and this is my business partner Chris Bang. Great pleasure to make your acquaintance in person.”

“Likewise,” you shook both their hands and sat down across them. For some mindblowing reason, they took the liberty of ordering a bottle of sauvignon blanc for you. In an ice bucket just the way you liked. In the specific brand and year that you couldn’t get enough of.

“May I?” the Chris guy gestured to the bottle and proceeded to pour it for you.

What the heck kind of charm molecules are there in your drinking water my dudes?

“I have to say, I was quite surprised when I was informed you wanted to work with me. Speakeasies are notoriously private establishments that usually have their in-house designers.”

“That’s sort of why we’re seeking your assistance,” Chris commented, “Our needs are quite specific.”

“What he means to say is that he’s an insufferably detail-oriented person. An asshole, if you will,” Minho interjected, getting you to almost choke on your wine. You were so used to meeting people who walked around with sticks up their asses that the forwardness was refreshingly welcome.

“Why don’t you tell me more about your club?”

“We prefer ‘lounge’,” Minho corrected you and continued to paint you a verbal picture of what their business entailed. From the way he described it to you, it actually sounded like a mystical teahouse. You listened intently until he finished, knocking out two glasses of wine in the meantime, and blurted out with your hands clasped on the table.

“That sounds fascinating. I initially imagined some rave shit.”

Two pairs of eyes locked on you widened in shock, but Minho was the one shattering the awkwardness with a loud cackle, dragging Chris with him. You weren’t even fazed.

“Yeah, my assistant was supposed to tell you that. I curse a lot when I get comfortable. You’ll get used to it.”

“Appreciate the candor,” said Chris as his laughter was dying down, “Well, for starters it’s an exclusive place.”

“Of?”

“We sell our skills,” Minho commented, “We practice the art of conversation. Companionship.”

“And seduction,” Chris completed his sentence and downed his scotch.

You examined his face with a twisted smile and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Mr. Bang, are you insinuating you are running a modern-day okiya where you train geishas?”

Minho and Chris shared a look and burst into another fit of laughter, clearly very entertained by your thought process.

“Male ones that do a little more than simply keeping company, but yeah, that’s the gist.”

You laughed along with them while the buzz from wine comfortably spread throughout your body. All in all, these two guys were running a club, lounge, or whatever the fuck they liked to call it where they kept people company and practiced the art of… seduction? 

Your smile slowly faded away once the realization hit.

Oh my god, this is a fucking host club!

“What’s your clientele like?” you nonchalantly asked trying your utmost best to keep your composure, causing your prospective clients to share a look again.

“You’re very investigative, aren’t you?”

“It’s called needs analysis, Mr. Lee. I have to know what you want to be able to cater to you properly,” you opened your meeting journal, “My notes here say you want to, and I quote, ’experience a fucking moodboard in corporal form.’ Is that right?”

“I just can’t,” Minho’s laughter got louder and he turned to Chris while wiping the tears from his eyes, “Didn’t I tell you she’s the best?”

“Indeed. I’m very impressed,” Chris channeled his attention to you, “Suffice it to say that it’s a closed circle of people.”

“You have regulars?”

“We do, but we’re only able to host them every six months or so.”

“Why?”

“Our waiting list tends to be very long. We can’t host more than a handful of guests per night.”

You jotted down all the information you gathered and downed your wine after closing your notebook, “Seems interesting. I can’t work for another whiny real housewife of the middle of nowhere that throws a fit over redoing her kitchen, you know what I mean? Is the common area you mentioned the only place you want done?”

“Yes.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Yeah, about that. There is actually a catch,” Chris disclosed what you had been expecting all along, “We want this place redone every week.”

“Excuse you?”

They shared a chuckle and Minho took over, “Consider it, for the lack of a better word, a weekly Halloween party. Our theme changes on a regular basis and we need someone who can work fast and deliver.”

“Time constraints are not that big of a deal, but this will significantly increase the amount I’m going to request in the proposal I’m going to prepare for you,” you stated openly. You were expecting to negotiate the deal further, but the response you ended up getting managed to surprise you even more.

“We don’t need a proposal. Just name your price and we’ll sign it. The only term we want in the contract is strictly abiding by the deadlines is all.”

You cocked your brows at them, seriously considering the possibility of this whole ordeal being a ploy.

“As this is not my first rodeo, Mr. Lee, I tend to put a lot of terms in my contracts. Are you sure you don’t wanna go over them first?”

“No, thank you. We’d like to get started as soon as possible.”

Then you’re paying the full amount up front and I’m not doing shit until your cheques clear.

“In that case, I will need reference photos to do a preliminary. Either I can send my guys in to take them, or you can send them to me. Whichever you prefer.”

“We’ll have our people prepare a folder for you with everything you need. Once again, thank you so much for agreeing to meet with us. We’ll be scheduling another meeting for the signing with your assistant.”

You shook hands and left the place after being escorted out by your new clients without having any idea you would end up exclusively working for them for the foreseeable future.

That prolonged dry spell you were in had definitely started taking a toll on your nerves as well as your sanity. Although you would never admit it to her face, you were starting to think that maybe Hyejin was indeed right and you needed to let something non-synthetic inside you, even if it was a no-strings thing. The more you kept splitting hairs and complaining about this guy’s stamina and that guy’s overuse of ‘like’ in his sentences, the more likely you were going to die completely having forgotten what it felt like to fuck someone that you managed to turn on. Until that happened, however, you had to keep seeking remedy from digital media and counterfeit vibrations. Yes, you could watch porn, but there was just something about this particular genre that you indescribably enjoyed.

Hey, to each their own. 

"Alright, hellsite. Do your thing."

You logged into Tumblr, clicked on the #smut tag, and started browsing through the content, reading a bunch of story descriptions to pick one to get you through the night. An endless scroll just to discover nothing novel really. Similar tropes, similar warnings, similar premises… Not that it was the authors’ fault - how innovative could you get with the porn itself anyway? Scroll, scroll, scroll, scroll…

Suddenly something caught your eye; there were a massive amount of notes right below a particular post. You clicked to see about eighty percent of them were composed of likes, but here was the main argument: not that this was fucking bird app or Instagram, but this was still an indication that people liked this particular content, right? However, more importantly…

The post didn’t contain a body of text. It was an embedded link to what looked like an audio file.

“What the fuck is an ‘intimate roleplayer?’ People give themselves all kinds of titles these days I swear to fucking god.”

Your nextdoor neighbor eats you out during housewarming party (M4Single Parent Milf!Listener) Warnings: Hair brushing, strong mouth sounds, nipple play, breastfeeding, oral sex. Listener discretion advised.

Listener? During housew-?

WHAT THE DAMN HELL?

The title itself intrigued the shit out of you to an extent that you instantly clicked on the link and the audio started playing. You grabbed your earphones, turned your volume to the max, and leaned back on your chair closing your eyes. Soft chatter sound filled in your ears, basically painting the party scene for you. Then you heard a male voice, deep and sultry as fuck, immediately sending a tingle down your spine.

“Need a hand with this?”

My guy, you should have put down yourself as a warning. Oh, jesus…

There was distant clatter that sounded like plates and glasses on a counter.

“I know. It's pretty boring out there, isn't it?”

He was talking to himself. Or in this case, to you. You caught yourself trying to legitimately reply to him.

“Oh, really? You have a kid, huh? I uh- if you don't mind me asking… is the father here tonight?”

Absolutely not, you thought to yourself. I’m very much single and willing to jump you in this kitchen.

“So you're a single parent,” he chuckled, “I don't wanna be crass. It's just… you're unnecessarily hot for a mom. Never would have guessed.”

You heard some rustling that panned to your right ear. Like he was there, brushing himself on you.

“Oh, sorry. I didn't- “

The guy stopped himself as if his breath actually hitched upon the contact.

“Would it be too presumptuous to assume you're as turned on as I am right now?”

It absolutely wouldn’t. This devil in your ears managed to get you wet with zero visual aids. He softly chuckled again.

“I mean, I can see your nipples. Are they usually this perky?”

It was mindblowing how you could actually feel a touch on you by just listening to something. Maybe the hype around the ASMR community was actually… legit?

“Oh, you're breastfeeding,” he apparently reached out for something and you heard crunching sounds, “These are really good by the way. Mind if I get some milk for my cookies?”

SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEMON DUDE, YOU FUCKING DID NOT!

“I can't stop thinking about you since the day you moved in,” you felt the fingertips on your scalp, “I've never wanted to fuck someone this hard before. You're fucking gorgeous.”

The brushing went on for quite some time as you were melting on your chair, and his voice panned to your left ear this time as if he was whispering.

“Feel me. See how hard you make me? Just a little taste, huh, what do you say?”

Shit just got interesting.

The sound that followed was really sticky like he was dipping his fingers into an entire box of vaseline, or in this case…

“Fuck, baby, you're soaked.”

You felt his lips all over your ears. Your entire body was covered in goosebumps so much so that it was tickling you everywhere.

“Don't be shy. Don't hide from me. You're so fucking beautiful.”

His request that followed the piece of fabric being discarded got you whimpering out loud.

“Feed me now.”

Oh, SHIT!

He kept on gently sucking, producing these wet sounds with his mouth and contently humming in your ears. You wet your fingers and started drawing circles on your nipples along with him.

“I've heard breast milk tastes like cantaloupe juice before,” he chortled, “It's true.”

He moved the tiniest bit away and demanded again.

“Spread those legs for me.”

Just HOW was he able to do that to you? You didn’t even know what this man looked like, but his voice possessed some supernatural powers apparently, getting you to obey his orders on cue.

“Shh, quiet. It's about to feel so damn good.”

He inhaled and exhaled slowly like he was doing some sort of breathing exercise and let out a husky moan.

“Fuck, you smell so nice.”

The mouth sounds that followed were just so intense. You had never felt anything like this before, crumbling to someone’s voice like that.

“Damn, baby, you taste even better.”

The man kept on humming. Moaning. Sucking. Slurping. As if he was right there between your legs. As if it wasn’t your own fingers chasing after you to your orgasm.

Oh, god, I'm about to fucking ascend.

“Yes. Yes, you can have my fingers, too.”

You changed hands and slipped two of your fingers inside, while fervently rubbing your clit with the other. You could hear the wet sounds of his fist jerking himself off accompanying his muffled moans. You were so close. So so close. All you needed was to hear his voice one more time.

“Oh, shit, I’m co- I’m fucking coming Fuck!”

Your toes curled as he groaned in your ears, panting, whimpering, trying to keep it down but tremendously failing at it, possibly alerting some folks in the vicinity. He gently chuckled again.

“How about we do this in my bed next time?”

You hysterically laughed at yourself once the scheduled programming of your sanity continued again. You hit the reblog button under the post and flat-out yelled a thank you to him.

“BEST! FUCKING! CONTENT! EVER!!! Fucking R E B L O G this shit! I'm coming for your asses if he ever deactivates! I love you, my sultry king. You have a new worshipper follower."

It didn't even take a minute before you saw a notification with a tag attached to it, from none other than the content creator, the Lucky Dragon himself.

#Bang on! 📢

Friday night you made your way to Hyejin’s studio where she was gonna hand you the keys and walk you through the specifications of the work of the night. You had already seen the designs created by the clients themselves, but since the appointment was already pretty late, you and Hyejin decided that you would only do the lining that day and she would do the shading later on. 

“So, are these bicep tattoos?”

“Better. You’ll see,” Hyejin giggled like she had something up her sleeve and walked towards the door.

“Calf tattoos?”

“Not telling. Thank you for doing this for me and enjoy!”

What the fuck is there to enjoy about this?

The long-awaited clients showed up a little past midnight, forcing you to eat all your previous assumptions about them. Two guys but definitely not the gym dudes you pictured. Both blonde and to top it all off ridiculously hot.

Oh, that’s the enjoyment factor.

“You’re not Hyejin,” the taller one with long hair pointed at you, looking a little out of it.

“Nope,” you glanced down at Hyejin’s appointment book, “The serpent and the dragon tattoo?”

“Here,” the other guy with shorter hair raised his hand like you were taking a roll call and gestured to himself and the second demigod present in the room, “We prefer Felix and Hyunjin, though.”

That voice… The tone… The accent… Seemed oddly familiar to you.

“This way please.”

You locked the front door and escorted them inside to start preparing. You had already outlined the stencils to save time; the sooner you got this over with, the better.

“Seems matching,” you commented in an attempt for an icebreaker, “Friendship tattoos?”

“Sort of,” Felix replied and turned to Hyunjin all annoyed, “I mean if somebody didn’t think theirs was somehow superior, it would be.”

“Dragons are literally just flying serpents that breathe fire,” Hyunjin scoffed sprawling on the leather couch, “They are very closely related, though.”

“Yeah, but dragons are more monstrous, not to mention the largest of serpents. You can’t catch Daenerys flying snakes, you know what I mean?”

“That’s rich, Lix. Death by venom is literally more torturous. Not to mention serpents have more grace.”

“By crawling on the floor?”

“By not vomiting carcinogen.”

You laughed to yourself, finding these guys weirdly charming and amusing in their own way; however, you were a little too used to the party scene to detect something else. Judging from their speaking mannerisms, blown pupils, and the occasional staggering and blank stares, they were high as a kite, most likely on molly.

And although you were trying not to dwell on it, you were going crazy over why that sexy-ass voice sounded familiar to you, but for the life of you, you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Are you twins or something?”

Both guys turned to you simultaneously and they grinned like they rehearsed for this.

“You could say that,” Hyunjin responded and stretched his arms to both sides of the backrest. You laid out all your materials on the little table next to the chair and called out.

“Alright, who’s first?”

A brief silence ensued while Hyunjin checked you out from head to toe and he suddenly snapped out of it like he just registered the semantics of your sentence.

“My bad, I thought you meant something else. I’ll go first.”

“Why?” Felix immediately protested, “Because you think you could handle it better than me?”

“You wanna go first?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” he got up to make his way to the chair and started…

…unbuttoning his pants. Your astonishment was palpable.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready?”

“I don’t think Hyejin told her where exactly we want them,” Hyunjin smirked as he got up and walked towards you. He stood right behind you and spoke into your ear with a very soft voice.

“These are supposed to be pelvic tattoos, beautiful.”

You didn’t expect to shudder like this, but what was more interesting was that rather than being bothered by the lowkey advance, you were surprised to realize that you were able to… feel things.

Wow, it’s been a while.

“Fine. Drop your pants,” you grabbed the stencil to paste it on Felix’s crotch, “Just so you know, we’re just gonna do the lining today. Hyejin’s going to do the shading for you.”

“Because?”

“Because she’s much better and it’s the middle of the night?”

Felix put his hands under his head and got comfortable on the chair, “She wouldn’t put you in charge if she didn’t trust you. You can practice on me if you want. I have all night.”

You held his gaze for the briefest moment and tilted your head with a smile. Hyunjin pulled up a stool next to you to watch the shenanigans closely and the games began.

And not too long after devolved into something quite interesting.

At first, you thought you were hearing things, but Felix was indeed sighing as you kept dragging the needle on his crotch. You weren’t sure whether that was because the sting was hurting him or because he actually…

...enjoyed it.

The proximity of you over his exposed cock eventually went straight to his head, not to mention the excessive serotonin currently blasting in his veins courtesy of some happy pills, and he let out an audible groan, forcing you to notice that he was rock hard. Yet not a shred of shame was to be found in either of these criminally beautiful men.

“Damn, Lix, liking it a bit too much?” Hyunjin chuckled.

“You okay?” you asked Felix.

“Yeah,” he opened his eyes to hold your gaze, “But can you kiss it better?”

You shouldn’t have been smiling at this. Why were you smiling?

“Do you wanna risk an infection?”

“Yes, please,” a smug grin adorned his lips.

You just snickered and proceeded to grab some more ink on the needle, but he wouldn’t let go. 

“No harm in touching me, you know. Just once?”

You touched down on his skin again, and when he felt that needle sting, Felix flat out cursed with a breathy exhale this time.

“Oh, fuck.”

“You can suck him, too, if the fancy strikes. He wouldn’t mind,” Hyunjin giggled, “You’re annihilating the guy.”

You smiled again. Why the fuck were you smiling?

“Are you tense by any chance, beautiful?” Hyunjin scooted closer to you, “Can I offer some stress relief?”

Yes, you’re inducing a massive amount of sexual tension in this room right now and it’s been a hot minute since I wanted to fuck someone’s brains out.

“Unless you wanna carry a mistake right on your crotch for the rest of your lives, maybe not,” you wiped off the excess ink on Felix and got up to change the needle for Hyunjin.

“Or we can use a timeout before my turn,” he spoke from his seat, “And maybe take some other turns if you don’t mind.”

You almost dropped the tattoo gun in your hand upon his words. Felix wasn’t moving from his seat, eyes piercing through your soul and eating it alive as you approached them. Hyunjin got up to his feet, slowly took the gun from your hand, and put it down.

“We can, right?”

How was it that a person could drip excessive amounts of eroticism like that? Hyunjin fucking paralyzed you in your place with just a mere gaze and gently slithered his slender fingers behind your neck to kiss you. You wanted to fucking die because of how delicious it felt. He broke the kiss and guided your chin to make you face Felix.

“Look at what you did to him, beautiful. Can’t come down from his high. Have mercy on the guy, will you?”

You had absolutely no idea what kind of wizardry Hyunjin practiced because you felt utterly possessed, making your way to Felix upon instruction. He reached his hand to you to pull you closer and inhaled your scent before speaking.

“You smell so good, you know? So sweet,” Felix brushed your cheek, “But I bet you fuck like an angel on acid. So beautiful, but a complete freak.”

He took your lips still moist from Hyunjin’s trace on you between his and gave you probably one of the most sensual kisses you ever experienced in your goddamn life. No rush, so wet, and adorned with his sighs into your mouth.

“You are, aren’t you?” Felix devilishly smiled, convinced he was right about his assumption, “Would rather die than be a pillow princess.”

“Are you always this presumptuous?”

“When your hunches have always proven to be right, yes,” he dragged his thumb on your lips, “Would you be my savage princess tonight? Unleash yourself on me?”

You lowered yourself between his legs as a response and kissed the tip of his cock. When you moved away from him, the sight of the trail of the precum he was leaking connected to your lips made Felix twitch hard.

“Jesus-”

You turned around to spot the source of movement behind you. It was Hyunjin sliding your top up just enough to reveal your back and breasts. Felix touched your chin to make you face him again.

“Eyes on me, princess.”

Oh, this guy had severe ego problems and that was so fucking hot for some reason. You glued your gaze on his and didn’t even blink as you led his flushed cock in your mouth while Hyunjin kept kissing your bare back.

“Fucking yes.”

You closed your eyes and started blowing Felix accompanied by languid strokes on his length. When you felt Hyunjin’s hand on your breasts, the contact forced a moan out of you.

“You like being touched there, beautiful?” he chuckled and placed kisses on your shoulder blades, “Oh, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good. You're gonna melt under me.”

He reached for the front of your pants and unzipped it, easily sliding it down your ass by taking complete advantage of you being on all fours in front of Felix.

“Just look at that ass,” he grazed his teeth on the sensitive skin, “Spread your legs for me a little more, beautiful. Let me see those folds.”

You parted your legs to provide Hyunjin the access he craved and felt the tiny jolt induced by a wet swipe on your core first. When he started eating you in earnest you involuntarily moaned on Felix’s cock.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, clearly loving those vibrations running towards him from your throat, “More. Eat more. I need the princess fucking screaming on this cock.”

Hyunjin’s lips and tongue began gliding on your pussy with more pressure. The more hungrily he ate you out, the louder you moaned into Felix.

“Hold my hands. There you go.”

As Hyunjin picked up his pace, you picked up yours as well, but apparently, Felix had other plans in his mind.

“Oh, don’t. Not yet. I need to cum when he fucks into you. Take a breather.”

He gently stopped you and leaned down to suck on your breasts. His plush lips on your skin broke goosebumps all over you.

“Kiss me, princess.”

Why? Just what was it about his smoldering looks just demanding your attention on him, his voice embracing you like a gentle fire cracking on a cool night? 

“You taste like me,” he smiled and dove back into your lips again. Hyunjin’s tongue finding its way to your entrance ripped another moan from your throat.

“He eats pussy like there’s no tomorrow, doesn’t he?” Felix chuckled, “But I’m gonna take you there.”

He pushed his fingers into your mouth to coat them with your saliva and guided his fingers on your clit. He was rubbing the throbbing bundle of nerves gently but it felt oh so wet. He pressed his forehead against yours.

“Just like that, princess. Feel too good not to cum, doesn’t it?” he stole a kiss from your lips and started rubbing you harder, “You’re gonna give it to me now.”

“Felix.”

“Go faster, Hyun. Give it to me, princess. Nice and loud.”

“Fuck, please.”

“You know I need that cream.”

“Oh GOD!”

Felix burst into a demonic smile as you came, excessively satisfied with what he just caused, but with the smugness like he was the only one who caused that.

“There it is. Ready for him to hit that now, aren’t we princess?” Felix devoured your lips again, not giving you a chance to collect yourself, “Wrap those pretty lips around me now.”

You repositioned yourself between Felix’s legs and arched your ass up for Hyunjin. You could not fucking believe Hyejin was actually right. You never knew how badly you needed to feel an actual human inside you to stretch you open like that. Hyunjin being well-endowed in the girth department must have been the universe spoiling you after that fucking draught you had gone through.

“Fuck! Too tight. Way too tight.”

Hyunjin settling into you like that, violently rubbing against your walls in the meantime made you dizzy. You were literally able to feel every inch of him with all your receptors, completely overloading every single pleasure nerve in your body. The closer he got to bottoming out, the deeper you were taking Felix down your throat out of sheer eagerness. 

“God… damn princess. Feels way too fucking good. Can you take it deeper for me?”

“You were a fucking idiot to go on that chair first, Lix,” Hyunjin deliriously laughed once he bottomed out, “You have no idea how good this feels.”

You clenched so hard upon Hyunjin’s declaration that he lost a piece of his sanity.

“FUCK beautiful, you’re trying to get me to blow?”

“Is she clenching?”

“So fucking hard. Like she’s not already tight enough.”

Hyunjin finally began thrusting into you and you were incredulous that you almost forgot how good this actually felt. Having someone grope you to pin you in your place and fucking use you as an instrument to satisfy their carnal needs, getting lost in you, cursing, namecalling, panting, sweating, obscene sounds of skin against skin all over the place culminating into that eruption of mutual pleasure inducing a violent earthquake in your body. Pure ecstasy.

“Jesus fuck! Fucking swallows me inside,” Hyunjin’s movements got harsher over utter enthusiasm, “Fuck ink, I’d kill to tattoo your walls with my cum instead.”

‘Do it!’ you wanted to scream but all you were able to produce was a muffled moan no matter how loud.

“Shh, manners, princess. Don’t speak with your mouth full.”

“I need to hear her say it.”

Felix locked his gaze on Hyunjin, dangerously daring for some reason. He guided you to stop.

“Say it for him princess.”

You turned your head around for a counteroffer, “How about you give me a tramp stamp instead? Right above my ass.”

Hyunjin’s lips curled into an absolutely maniacal smile and he shifted the gear to the maximum like he was trying to pass through you. You wrapped your lips around Felix again and started swirling your tongue as you kept sucking him.

“Oh, GOD close. So close. Clench, beautiful,” Hyunjin reached for your clit from behind you. That extra stimulation caused you to moan even louder. When you clenched, you automatically sucked harder, pushing Felix towards the edge one stroke at a time.

“Don’t stop. Fucking HELL, don’t stop, let me cum for you. Louder, princess, come on.”

You did as you were told, providing Felix with the vibrations that were gonna get him to see white while Hyunjin was relentlessly pounding into you and fervently rubbing your clit.

“Clench harder. Just a little more, beautiful. I’m almost there.”

You were fucking spent. Too much stimulation through multiple channels was forcing your sanity to fade away in the most delectable way.

“Oh, god, harder. Suck me harder. HARDER!”

“FUCK!”

As Felix unloaded in your mouth with loud groans, Hyunjin pulled out of you to give you the tramp stamp you asked for and you rubbed yourself to your own orgasm to the feeling. You could almost make out a shape being drawn on you with the way that warm milky liquid squirted on your back.

“Look how pretty my cum looks on you. Wouldn’t mind tattooing this arch every single night,” Hyunjin placed a kiss on your back and spoke into your ear, “I fucking love tramp stamps, beautiful.”

“You’re good?” Felix asked you while brushing the stray strands of hair away from your face.

“A little dazed, that’s all,” you flashed a fucked out smile.

“Sorry, but not really,” Felix chuckled, “That was impossible to resist.”

“Where do you keep your wet wipes, beautiful? I’ll clean you first. When you feel okay, you can do my lining.”

You pointed at the drawer right next to you, still trying to catch your breath. Hyunjin grabbed a couple and started wiping himself off the small of your back. Then he added with that damn velvety voice of his stitched into a smile.

“Then I’m gonna do you one more time.”

You laughed with your eyes still closed, “Still not risking an infection.”

He tilted his head and looked at you like he was genuinely not following you.

“What are you talking about? We’re not getting our fingers tattooed.”

NEXT CHAPTER »

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Just finished The Blue Eye Samurai and now I'm going to make that everyone else's problem

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Reginald Hargreeves: you have to stop, Klaus! (Storms off)

Luther: what did you do now?

Klaus: Breathing

Luther: smh. Novice. Do not breath, do not speak-

Klaus: uh

Luther: do not have hobbies, do not have interests, do not have a love life-

Klaus: UH

Luther: do not move, do not sleep-

Klaus: ???bitch you good??

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If the couples in Six Of Crows don't make you happy, then it's your fault

You're just dead inside

The world tried to revive you and failed

It's your fault let's be clear

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