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[lheesluv]

━━━RAGE QUIT 18+

Gamer!Lee Heeseung x Gamer!Female!Reader

.ᐟwarnings/tags: slow burn, gaming buddies, video game terms, texting, sexting, soft dom!heeseung, shy!reader, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby), praising, dry humping, oral (f & m rec), cum eating, unprotected sex, p in v, confessing, reader is down bad for heeseung, fluff

♡ you started as friends who played games at night—now he’s the one making you moan into his pillow.

.ᐟwc: 15.9k (no proofread)

It’s been a year since Heeseung joined the friend group. Some random guy Jungwon brought into the server one night for a last-minute League match, and who never really left. Every night like clockwork, your group piles into Discord: Valorant, League of Legends, horror co-ops that get you all screaming in sync. Most nights end in swearing, laughing, or someone rage quitting, usually Heeseung, and sometimes everyone. He’s sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and stupidly good at every game he touches. A little cocky, kind of a menace, and unfortunately for you, exactly your type.

You’ve had a crush on him almost as long as you’ve known him. Actually no, you’ve been in love with him, not that he’d ever guess. Or maybe he would. He teases you like he knows you’ll blush, throws in little pet names and innuendos like he’s testing you for a reaction. But you always brush it off as just another part of the bit. You’re just the girl he likes to mess with during late-night ranked queues. It doesn’t mean anything. Even if your heart does this weird flutter thing whenever he says your name.

“Where’s my duo?” you ask the second you join voice chat, headset sliding over your ears. “You bitches better not have started without me.” A chorus of greetings erupts, Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and two others you recognize from another Discord server. Everyone’s already in the Valorant lobby, bouncing around agents and bantering over voice chat. “Calm down,” Sunghoon laughs. “You’re only, like, twenty minutes late.” You correct him, “Fashionably.” Then his voice comes through. Lazier, deeper, more smug than usual. “Nice of you to show up, princess.” You roll your eyes even as your stomach flutters. “Sorry, didn’t realize I had to run my schedule by you.” you shoot back. Heeseung hums in your ear like he’s unbothered. “You do when you keep dodging games just to avoid being carried.” You scoff. “Carried? Please. You’re always the first to die.” Jay cuts in, laughing. “Here we go again.” It’s always like this, bickering that toes the line between hostile and flirtatious, drawing amused reactions from everyone else in the group. It’s part of the rhythm now. You give Heeseung shit, he throws it right back, and everyone else acts like it’s some kind of soap opera they’ve been watching for seasons. “Bet she top frags this round.” Jungwon says, grinning. “She won’t,” Heeseung says at the exact same time. Then adds, “If she does, it’s because I softened them up first.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, snorting a laugh. “Cope harder.” You lock in Clove. Heeseung picks Jett. Predictable. The match loads in, and everyone starts joking over vc while you check your loadout. Your team takes the first site, and somehow the round is over in seconds, three clean shots from you, one assist, and Heeseung’s kill coming in dead last. “Damn, she’s actually carrying.” Jay says with mock awe. “Say thank you.” you say sweetly. “Thank you, queen.” Then someone else, a guy you vaguely know named Kai, who’s only been playing with the group for a week or two, speaks up. “Carry me again like that and I’ll eat your pussy, mama.” You freeze for half a second, just long enough for your brain to register what he said, and then you giggle. Not because you’re actually into it, but because it’s so fucking unhinged. “Yeah?” you say, leaning into the joke. “Say less.” The whole call erupts in laughter. “Bro.” Jay wheezes.“You’re wild for that.” Sunghoon says.

“Don’t test me.” Kai says again, voice still flirty. And then Heeseung speaks. Calm. Too calm. “Jesus Christ, can you not be a pain in the ass for, like, one game?” The laughter stops for a second. You glance at the chat window instinctively, it’s like the air shifted. He didn’t sound like he was joking. Kai lets out an awkward laugh. “Relax, man. It’s a joke.” Heeseung hums, dry. “Then try making a funny one.” It goes quiet again, not dead silence, but that weird kind of pause where everyone’s pretending not to notice the tension. You hear someone’s keyboard clack in the background. In-game footsteps echo in your ears. “You good, Hee?” You speak up carefully. “I’m great,” he says, “Just bored of hearing you flirt with losers.” Your heart stutters. That one didn’t sound like a joke either. Even Jay seems caught off guard. “Yo, that sounded personal.” “It’s not,” Heeseung says immediately. Too quickly. “Let’s just win the round.”

And he does exactly that, goes full sweat mode for the rest of the match. Dashes into sites solo, gets two aces in a row, doesn’t speak unless it’s a callout. The rest of the group fills the silence with jokes and teasing, but you don’t miss the shift. Heeseung always plays aggressive, but tonight it feels pointed. Like he’s got something to prove. To you. Or to someone else, you’re not sure, but your stomach is buzzing.

The match ends with a win, somehow, Heeseung top frags, of course, and Kai logs off without saying goodbye. The group starts leaving one by one. “Alright, I’m out.” Sunghoon yawns. “GGs.” “Same.” Jay says. “I can’t feel my eyes.” “Goodnight, lovebirds.” Jungwon mutters under his breath before he leaves. You scoff. “Shut up.” Heeseung doesn’t say anything. Eventually, it’s just the two of you. Still in voice chat. The lobby music looping softly in the background. You think about leaving, but your hand hovers over the disconnect button and never quite clicks. Heeseung exhales. You hear the soft creak of his chair. Then, “How come you’re not leaving?” You blink at your screen. His voice is different now, low and quiet, not teasing. “I don’t know,” you say. “Didn’t want to so early.” He hums. “Guess that means I scared everyone off.” You smile faintly, chewing on your lip. “You kinda went off on that guy.”

He doesn’t respond immediately. “Yeah. I didn’t like what he said.” You tilt your head. “Because it was gross or…?” There’s a pause. “Because it was you.” he says.vYour breath catches. You wish you could see his face, but all you have is the green ring around his icon lighting up. “…Oh.” Another pause. It stretches long enough to border on awkward, until he cuts the silence with a sudden, dry little mutter, “God, don’t make me say something corny at 3AM. I’ll literally throw myself out the window.” You laugh, soft and surprised. “There it is,” he says, pleased. “I was waiting for that.” You raise a brow. “For what?” you ask. “You always laugh like that when you’re trying not to.” You protest, “i do not.” But your voice is too light, too amused to sound serious. “You do,” he says, and you can hear the grin behind his words. “It’s cute.” Your stomach flips. “Are you flirting with me, Heeseung?” you ask, trying to make it sound like a joke, but it comes out breathy, shy. He lets out a soft laugh. “I don’t know. Are you gonna flirt back this time or just ignore it like always?” You go quiet. Then, “You notice that?”

“Course I notice that,” he says. “I notice everything when it comes to you.” Your cheeks go warm. You look away from your screen, heart thudding stupidly. “…You’re not as smooth as you think,” you mumble. He yawns, loud, exaggerated. “Mmm. Still made you laugh. Still made you stay in call.” You roll your eyes, “You’re impossible.” and smile. “Yeah, but you like me.” You want to say something back. Something playful or clever. But instead, you just go quiet. He doesn’t push. After a beat, he says, softer this time, “You sound tired.” You lean back on your chair. “Mm. Kinda am,” you admit. “But comfy.” “Yeah?” he says. “Stay a little longer?” You nod, forgetting he can’t see you. “Okay.” There’s a long pause where neither of you talk, just the sound of keyboard clicking as he hovers around his screen, maybe checking stats, maybe just filling the silence. Then, quietly, “You know I wasn’t just teasing, right?” Your eyes flick to your monitor. “About what?”

“Earlier. The guy. The flirting.” His voice drops an octave, a little husky now. “I don’t like hearing other guys talk to you like that. Even if it’s a joke.” You don’t answer right away. You’re too busy staring at your screen like it’s going to tell you what to say. “I didn’t think you cared.” you admit. He laughs again, gentler. “I’ve been caring for a while, princess.” Your heart stumbles. You bite your lip. “…I kinda like when you call me that,” you whisper. He hums, satisfied. “I know.” You giggle, sleepy and flustered and way too warm all of a sudden. He lets out a soft sigh, then mutters, “If we were on cam, you’d be blushing, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“That a yes?”

“Shut up, Heeseung.”

He laughs, warm, lazy. “Sleepy girl.”

You giggle softly, cheeks already warm. “You’re so corny, Hee.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “You love it though.” You pause, just a second too long. “Mmm… kinda.” He chuckles, just this soft, fond sound that sinks right into your skin. “Cute.” Your heart skips. You don’t know what to say to that, so you just smile to yourself, suddenly way too aware of how quiet it is now, just you, him, and that little green ring lighting up every time he speaks. Neither of you says much after that. You just sit there in the silence, not awkward, not heavy, just full of something unspoken. Your eyes start to flutter closed. You think you hear him shift in his chair. Maybe yawn. You don’t log off. Neither does he.

It’s almost midnight by the time everyone’s in the lobby again. League this time, ranked. You’ve got your hoodie on, cup of something warm on your desk, legs curled up in your chair. Your screen lights up with everyone’s icons, voices overlapping in Discord. “Why are we doing this to ourselves.” Jay groans as he hovers over his champion. “Because,” you reply sweetly, “we have no self respect.” Then, “Speak for yourself,” Heeseung mutters. “I’m here to carry.” You roll your eyes, “You wish.” smiling already. “Oh my god,” Sunghoon groans. “You two start the exact same way every game.”

“Wait until she dies in lane,” Heeseung says. “Then she’ll blame me like usual.”

“Because you gank at level six like a coward.”

You hear him snort. “Don’t need to gank when you feed their mid laner for me.”

The game loads in. You settle into your rhythm fast, poking, last-hitting, barely listening to the chaos on comms. But every time Heeseung’s voice filters through your headset, you feel it, that lingering buzz from last night. The way he called you cute. The way you didn’t want to leave the call. You don’t know if it meant something. But you feel different now. Every time he says your name, it lands heavier than before. Fifteen minutes in, you’ve got your third kill, and Heeseung’s still climbing his way up in the jungle. You start pushing your lane harder, greedy. “Damn,” Kai says over comms. “She’s actually carrying again?”

“She does that,” Sunghoon says. “Every once in a while.”

Kai laughs. “Shit. If I play support next round, will you reward me, mama?”

You groan, already bracing yourself. “I mean damn,” he adds, “I’d let you leash me any day.”

The call explodes with groans. You groan too, out of habit, “You’re actually insane, dude.”

“You like it,” he says, clearly proud of himself.

You don’t reply, clicking back to lane. You’re not even thinking about it really. Until you hear…nothing. Heeseung’s gone silent. Not muted. Not disconnected. Just quiet. Then your phone buzzes. You glance at it out of instinct, brows furrowing.

Heeseung [12:16am]

tell your little fanboy to chill lol

You glance at the screen, smirking a little. You don’t reply , just keep farming, like your heart isn’t suddenly going crazy.

Buzz.

Heeseung [12:17am]

kinda annoying hearing him talk to u like that tbh

Buzz.

Heeseung [12:17am]

doesn’t even say it right

if anyone’s gonna call you mama it should be me

You choke on your own breath. Your mouse stutters for a second. One of your minions dies.

Buzz.

Heeseung [12:18am]

jk

Buzz.

Heeseung [12:18am]

unless u like it

Your skin is burning. You tuck your phone away without replying, biting back a smile. Across your headset, the match keeps going—Kai’s talking again, but his voice barely registers. You’re not listening to him anymore. You’re only hearing Heeseung. You don’t reply to his messages. Mostly because you don’t trust yourself to. Your fingers are still shaky on the keyboard as the match rolls on. Heeseung’s acting normal again in vc, throwing out short callouts, occasionally bickering with Sunghoon, playing it cool like he didn’t just imply he wants to call you mama.

Your phone buzzes again once, but you ignore it this time. Your lane’s pushing, and your team is moving toward Baron. You focus. You click fast. And when Kai dies again, whining about being “baited,” you’re already ready to kill. You slide in, ult ready, and drop three of them before they can react, smooth, clean, and so fast that Jay literally yells through his mic. “OH MY GOD—okay, she’s cracked tonight.”

“Bro, what was that?” Sunghoon laughs. “Are you sweating?”

You’re already smiling to yourself when you hear it. Low. Offhanded. Just one beat late.

“Good job, baby.”

Everything stops. No one else reacts. But you hear it. Loud and clear. Your brain scrambles. You don’t know if anyone else caught it, maybe he was leaning too close to his mic, maybe it just blended in with the chaos, but your stomach drops. In a good way. In a terrifying way. You go quiet for a few seconds, and then, “…What’d you just call me?” There’s a beat of silence. Then Heeseung’s voice, smooth as ever, “Hm? I said good job.”

You narrow your eyes. “No, you didn’t.”

“Might’ve added something,” he says casually. “You complaining?”

You hate that your face is hot. You hate it more that you smile.

“…You’re annoying,” you mumble, half-giggling.

“Still blushing though.” he replies, grinning into his mic.

Sunghoon: “What did I miss?”

Jay: “I knew something was going on with you two.”

You groan, tugging your hoodie over your mouth. “Play the damn game,” you mutter, but your voice is way too giddy to be taken seriously. And even though everyone goes back to screaming over objectives and team fights, your head’s somewhere else completely. Still stuck on that word. Baby.

It’s the next night. Everyone’s in voice chat again—same group, same vibe. But now you know what he said last time. He knows you heard it. And he hasn’t brought it up since. He’s acting normal again, but you’re not letting him off the hook that easily. The match is halfway through. You’ve just landed a perfect kill steal on Heeseung’s target, claiming the bounty right out from under him. He groans dramatically. “You seriously just took that?” You smirk, leaning into your mic. “Mhm. Had to show off for you, baby.” Silence. Total, absolute, silence.

Jay wheezes. “Wait.”

Sunghoon: “Did she just—?”

You don’t say anything else.

But you can feel Heeseung scrambling on the other side of his headset. He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, which, for him, is a lot. Then he clears his throat. “You trying to start something, princess?” You smile. “Just matching energy.” He lets out a low laugh, little breathless, a little impressed. “Dangerous game,” he mutters. “Careful or I might start taking you seriously.” You tilt your head, pretending to think. “Maybe I want you to.” He doesn’t respond right away. And when he does, his voice is quieter. “…Noted.”

You’re walking behind Heeseung in-game, flashlight beam jittering as you peek into dark hallways. You are playing Phasmaphobia, already regretting letting the boys talk you into this. “Is that—? No, okay, that’s just a shadow.” you mumble, heart racing. Heeseung laughs softly through the mic. “You alright back there?”

“No,” you whisper, sticking close. “Why do you sound so calm?”

“‘Cause I’m brave,” he says casually, like it’s obvious. “You’re the scaredy cat .”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

“You are,” he continues, voice smooth. “Cute though. I like it.”

Your stomach flips. You keep your eyes on the screen, trying to act unfazed. “Not my fault you’re so bad at protecting me.” you murmur. He pauses for half a second.

Then, “Oh, that’s how we’re playing tonight?”

You smile, shy but satisfied. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Mm. You didn’t have to.”

Jay’s voice cuts in on voice chat, “Guys? Where the hell are you two?”

“Clearing the hallway,” Heeseung answers smoothly. “She’s being brave.”

You don’t say anything, but you know he hears your quiet giggle, even through your mic.

It’s almost 3AM when the final round ends. Everyone’s laughing, still on edge from that last chase. Jay’s cackling over some glitch, Sunghoon’s threatening to uninstall the game, and you’re still trying to slow your heartbeat. Then Heeseung’s voice cuts in, calm and lazy through the mic. “Alright, I’m out. I need to shower before I crash.” You blink at your screen, suddenly still. “Damn, it’s that serious?” Jay says, yawning. “Alright, night bro.”

“Night, losers,” Heeseung says with a smirk in his voice. “Later, princess.”

Your stomach flips, but before you can even think of a reply, his little green Discord ring goes gray. Gone. You try not to pout. The call slowly empties, one by one, goodnights echoing into silence until it’s just you. Alone in the lobby, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, still hoping he’d maybe rejoin. But he doesn’t. So you log off too. Toss your headphones aside, get up and do your skincare, brush your teeth, your hair, fluff your pillows. But you don’t feel sleepy yet. You’re scrolling aimlessly on your phone, tucked under your blanket, when it lights up suddenly.

Incoming call: Heeseung

Your breath catches. He’s calling you. At 3:27AM. You stare at it for half a second, then answer. “Hello?” you say, voice soft and a little surprised. “Hey.” His voice is warm, low, a little rough. You can tell he’s laying down too. “I thought you were going to sleep,” you murmur. “I was,” he says, quieter now. “Shower helped, but… I don’t know. Something felt off.” You wait, heartbeat picking up. “Didn’t get to talk to you.” Your lips curve into the softest smile.

“I was waiting for you to stay.”

“I know,” he says. “I wanted to.”

Then there’s a pause, intimate, quiet. “You comfy now?” he asks. “Mhm. Just got in bed.” Another pause. “Wish I could see you.”

You bite your lip. “You’re sweet tonight.” you whisper. He chuckles. “You make me sweet.”

Heeseung’s quiet for a few seconds. Then, casually, “You played good tonight.” You blink, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Carried my ass a couple times.”

You let out a soft laugh. “I always do.” He chuckles too, low and warm. “You’re not gonna let me be nice, huh?”

“Mm, maybe not.”

There’s a pause, not awkward, just weighted.

“You ever think about playing just us?” he asks, voice a little softer. Your heart stutters. “Like duo by ourselves?” you say quickly, trying to play it cool. He hums. “Something like that.” You bite your lip, smiling into the darkness. “Maybe.” He doesn’t push it. Just lets the silence stretch again. “You sleepy?” he asks gently. You nod, even though he can’t see. “Yeah. You?”

“Mhm.” A beat. “Didn’t wanna sleep without hearing you again.” You go quiet, your heart going crazy. “…You’re sweet,” you whisper. He breathes a little laugh. “Don’t tell anyone.” You smile. “Secret’s safe with me.” There’s one last pause, so full of things neither of you say. Then finally, he says, “Sleep well, princess.”

“Goodnight, Hee.”

He hangs up. But you don’t sleep for a long time.

Discord is chaotic as always—half the team is yelling over each other mid-match, someone’s mic is echoing, and Sunghoon’s pretending to AFK just to piss people off. You’re trying to focus, but your mind’s a little too full of Heeseung. Ever since that late-night call, everything feels shifted. More intense. Every time he talks in call, your chest gets tight. And when his icon lights up just to say your name, it’s worse. “Okay, Saturday—Heeseung’s place?” Jake says. “Yeah, I’m in,” Sunghoon says. “Someone bring snacks.” Then Heeseung, smooth as ever, “You coming, princess?” You blink. Swallow the flutter in your chest. “Uh…yeah. Sure.” you say quickly, trying to sound casual. But barely a beat later, your screen lights up with a DM.

Heeseung [11:45 pm]

u don’t sound excited

Your lips twitch.

You [11:45 pm]

i am

Heeseung [11:46 pm]

lol?

that’s all i get?

You shake your head, smiling to yourself.

You [11:46 pm]

focus on the game hee

There’s a short pause.

Heeseung [11:47 pm]

not when you say my name like that

You bite your lip.

But before you can answer, Heeseung suddenly says in vc, “Yo—who just stole my red buff? I swear to god.” Everyone starts yelling again. The moment breaks, but not completely. It lingers underneath the noise, quiet and warm.

It’s almost 2:30 a.m. when your phone buzzes. You’re curled up in bed, scrolling aimlessly, already half-asleep. The soft glow of your screen lights up your dark room.

Heeseung [2:28 am]

u still up?

You blink at the message, a tiny smile tugging at your lips.

You [2:28 am]

barely

was abt to sleep

Heeseung [2:28 am]

wait

look at this

A photo comes through. It loads slowly, thanks to your shitty Wi-Fi, but when it does, your breath catches. Heeseung, shirtless. Pyjama pants slung low on his hips, just enough to tease, the band of his boxers peeking out. And right in the center of the frame, curled up perfectly in his lap, his small, fluffy kitty, fast asleep.

Heeseung [2:30 am]

isn’t she cute :)

You swallow, staring at the picture a little too long.

You [2:31 am]

so cute

must be comfy there too

The typing bubble appears almost immediately.

Heeseung [2:31 am]

yeah?

u jealous princess?

You grin at your screen, heart racing.

You [2:31 am]

hmm

maybe a lil :3

He doesn’t respond right away. You wonder if you went too far, until your phone vibrates again.

Heeseung [2:33 am]

could make room for u too

You stare at the words, pulse jumping.

You [2:33 am]

bold

Heeseung [2:34 am]

not bold if it’s true

u always look tired after carrying me anyway

You let out a soft laugh, trying to hide the way your cheeks are burning.

You [2:34 am]

i hate u

Heeseung [2:34 am]

no u don’t

you like me too much

You don’t reply right away. Instead, you bite your lip, heart pounding in the quiet dark.

You [2:35 am]

maybe :>

Heeseung [2:35 am]

see you saturday bby

sleep tight

You set your phone down on your chest and stare at the ceiling, grinning like an idiot. No shot you’re sleeping now.

You hadn’t seen Heeseung in two weeks, not in person, at least, but the late-night texts and flirty voice chats had kept him pressed into your mind like a fingerprint. Every time he called you “princess” every teasing message he sent before bed, made you blush behind your screen like some lovesick idiot. So yeah, now that you were about to see him again, you were nervous. Stupidly nervous. You stood in front of your mirror for way too long that afternoon, picking out something cute but not obvious, landing on a short, flowy dress that made you feel pretty. It felt casual enough not to raise eyebrows, but still, you hoped he’d notice. You wanted him to.

You met up with the others at the corner near Heeseung’s place. Everyone was buzzing with energy, talking about what games they’d play, what movies they’d watch, how long they were gonna stay. You tried to laugh along and act normal, but your heart beat louder with every step closer to his house. And then, you were there. One of the guys knocked on Heeseung’s door, you held your breath. A few seconds later, it swung open. He was standing there in a black hoodie and gray sweats, hair a little messy like he’d just run a hand through it before opening up. His eyes skimmed lazily over the group, and then landed on you. They didn’t move for a moment. Neither did yours. “Yo.” one of the others greeted him. Heeseung smirked. “You guys are late.” Then, to you, voice a little quieter, a little warmer, “You coming in, princess?” Your stomach flipped. “Uh, Yeah.” You tried to play it cool, stepping past him like your skin wasn’t already prickling from just hearing his voice up close.

You walk into the apartment, your eyes adjusting to the soft orange glow spilling across the living room. It was warm in there, literally and figuratively, the kind of cozy that made you want to curl into a blanket and never leave. Lamps instead of overhead lights, a couple of pillows tossed lazily across the couch, the faint scent of something like vanilla and laundry detergent lingering in the air. You quietly took a seat on the couch, smoothing your dress under your thighs. The fabric felt short when you sat, but you kept your expression neutral, pretending like you weren’t already hyper-aware of Heeseung moving around behind you. He dropped down into the armchair across from you, spreading his legs slightly, elbows on his knees. The hoodie he wore was unzipped, the edge of a plain white t-shirt barely clinging to his collarbones. He caught your eye for a second, just a second, and gave you a small smile. You looked away first.

The rest of the group slowly filtered into the living room, loud and casual like always. One of them kicked off their shoes and flopped dramatically onto the rug. “So,” someone said, clapping their hands together. “Are we being normal and playing something like Monopoly, or are we ruining friendships tonight with Uno?”

“Uno,” Heeseung said immediately, leaning back in his chair. “No mercy.”

“I’m voting for Mario Kart,” someone else chimed in from the floor. “Get on later and let me kick your ass, Lee.”

“Bro, last time you said that, I fucking stepped on you.”

Laughter erupted across the room. You giggled quietly, tucking your hands into your lap. It was easy being here. Loud, chaotic, but safe, like always. The way it always had been. Except…Except now Heeseung looked at you differently. They eventually settled on starting with a few board games, pushing aside the clutter on the coffee table and pulling out the boxes. Sunghoon opened the food delivery app and started taking orders—half the group wanted ramen, the other half wanted pizza. You stayed mostly quiet, watching it all unfold with a small smile, your knee gently bouncing on the couch. Every now and then, Heeseung’s eyes flicked toward you. When they did, he didn’t look away. He just watched, like he was content to see you sitting there, finally within reach again.

The living room had grown quieter since earlier, the post-game, post-food lull settling into everyone. Someone had queued up a movie, someone sprawled out across the couch and floor with blankets, while the others argued over what snacks were left and who was going to eat them. You slipped away quietly, rising from your seat and heading into the kitchen with an empty soda can in hand. The orange glow from under the cabinets bathed the room in a soft warmth, the hum of the fridge buzzing steadily behind you. You opened it, pretending to look for something, even though you weren’t really hungry. Your heart was beating too fast anyway. You closed the door and turned around, only to find Heeseung standing in the doorway. He wasn’t looking for snacks.

His hands were stuffed casually into the front pocket of his hoodie, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The laughter from the living room felt distant, muffled by the walls between you. He stepped inside slowly, letting the door swing shut behind him. “Been looking at you all night.” he said, voice low. You blinked, caught off guard. “What?” His eyes dropped, just for a second, to your dress—the way it clung softly to your waist before fluttering down your thighs. “That little dress,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You wore it for me, didn’t you?” You scoffed softly, trying to hide the way your stomach turned. “Shut up.” He tilted his head, amused. “What? I’m wrong?” You didn’t answer. He stepped closer. Not touching you yet, just close enough that you could smell the fabric softener clinging to his hoodie.

“You look so pretty, princess.” he said gently. Your breath hitched. The nickname sounded different when he said it here, alone, with the world gone quiet around you. No Discord call. No other people. Just him—tall and warm and real in front of you. “You’re gonna make me blush.” you whispered, glancing up at him through your lashes. He smiled. “That’s kind of the point.”

His hand rose slowly, like he didn’t want to startle you, and he touched your cheek. Fingers warm against your skin. You leaned into it without thinking, eyes fluttering shut. And then he kissed you. Soft and slow. Just enough pressure to make your knees feel a little unsteady. He kissed you like he’d wanted to for a while. And you kissed him back. Your hand came up to rest against the curve of his chest, clutching the fabric of his hoodie like you were afraid to let go. His thumb brushed your cheek. You sighed into him, and he pressed his forehead to yours for a second before pulling back slightly.

Before either of you could say anything, a voice echoed faintly from the other room, “I’ll go grab a beer, y’all want something?” You both froze, then stifled a laugh. Heeseung’s hand lingered on your face a moment longer before slipping away. “You should go,” he said quietly, eyes locked on yours. “Before someone comes in here and ruins it.” You smiled, breathless. “Yeah…” But neither of you moved.

You were the first to step back into the living room. No one looked up, the movie was too loud, and everyone else was too busy bickering over what just happened in the plot. You sank back into your spot on the couch, heartbeat still trying to even out, trying to act normal. Like Heeseung’s mouth hadn’t just been on yours. A few seconds later, he came in too, casually, like he’d just gone to the bathroom or gotten a drink or something. But instead of dropping into his old seat across the room, he sat beside you.

Right beside you. No one said anything. No one noticed. But you did. You were hyper-aware of every shift—the way the cushion dipped slightly under his weight, the warmth of his thigh brushing yours. You didn’t even dare look at him at first. You just stared ahead, pretending to focus on the screen. Then, his hand landed on your thigh. Your breath caught, but it wasn’t like that. It was soft, subtle. Just a palm resting over the fabric of your dress like it belonged there.

He didn’t move it. Didn’t squeeze, didn’t tease. He just…let it be there. And somehow, that was even worse. Eventually, the others started yelling at the TV again, someone shouting “YOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU GO INTO THE BASEMENT ALONE?” and the whole room dissolved into laughter. Heeseung’s hand slid away. But only to settle beside your thigh, knuckles just barely brushing the hem of your dress. You hesitated, heart thudding, before you let your pinky drop, feather-light, against his.

And he hooked it, like it was nothing. Like it was everything. You finally looked up at him, hust briefly. His gaze was already on you. He didn’t smile, not quite. But his expression softened, like he was memorizing this, keeping it tucked away somewhere quiet just for him. Your cheeks burned, you looked away, but you didn’t pull your hand back.

It was late when everyone finally started gathering their things. The movie had long since ended, and the energy in the room was quiet and warm, a buzz of satisfied laughter and sleepy goodbyes. Shoes were slipped on, jackets thrown over shoulders, as one by one, people trickled toward the front door. You were the last to follow. Dragging your steps a little, pretending you were still putting your phone in your bag, but really, you were just hoping he’d say something. Do something. And he did.

As you reached the door, Heeseung caught your wrist gently. Just for a second. Just enough to make you stop and glance back at him. He stepped closer, leaning down just slightly. And before you could even say anything, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Warm. Quick. So casual, but not casual at all. His lips lingered for just a second before pulling back. “Goodnight, princess.” he murmured. Your chest fluttered. You tried to respond, but your words caught somewhere between your throat and your racing heart. All you could do was smile, cheeks burning, as you stepped out into the night. You didn’t even remember saying goodbye to the others. You just kept touching your cheek where his mouth had been.

Another night, another game. Everyone was online, the Discord call full of laughing and yelling as you all loaded into a League match. But it felt different this time. You could feel it immediately, even before Heeseung joined. Your heart jumped a little when his icon lit up green. “Yo.” he said, like always. “Hi.” you replied softly. He hummed, low and warm. “Miss me already?” Someone snorted in the background, Kai probably, but you didn’t even flinch. “Maybe a little,” you said, light and teasing. “Don’t let it get to your head.” He chuckled. “Too late, princess.” Nobody commented. Nobody knew. But you could hear the grin in his voice, and the sound made something tug low in your stomach. You played League. You laughed with the others. The usual trash talk flew back and forth, but the way Heeseung talked to you now? It wasn’t the same.

When you stole a kill from him, he groaned dramatically. “Wow. Can’t believe my own girlfriend would do me like that.” You choked. “Heeseung—!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “Still pending, I guess.”

Kai laughed. “Damn, she’s got you whipped.”

Heeseung only hummed again. “Can you blame me?”

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t deny it. You just pushed your mic away a little, smiled at your screen, and kept playing.

You were mid-game, headset on, pretending to be fully focused, but your phone kept lighting up beside you. You shouldn’t have looked.

Heeseung [11:26 pm]

u looked really pretty yesterday btw

Your fingers stuttered on the keyboard.

You [11:26 pm]

heeseung please focus i’m literally dying in mid rn

Heeseung [11:26 pm]

how am i supposed to focus when u looked like that in that dress

unfair tbh

Your face was burning. You typed quickly, glancing at your minimap.

You [11:26 pm]

stop distracting me :(

Heeseung [11:27 pm]

can’t help it

u get all shy when i text u and it’s cute asf

You tried so hard to keep a straight face. Then, right when you were getting pushed under tower, Heeseung’s champion appeared in lane. Ganked clean. You got the kill. “Nice!” you said out loud, a little breathless. And then you heard it through the headset. “That’s my girl,” Heeseung murmured. You giggled. Couldn’t even help it. The call exploded.

“Kill me already,” Sunghoon groaned. “Get a room.”

“I’m gonna uninstall.” someone else muttered.

You pressed a hand over your smile, pretending to focus again, but your phone lit up once more:

Heeseung [11:30 pm]

u liked that baby?

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh again. The match was still going, your screen full of chaos, but all you could think about was the heat spreading over your cheeks.

You [11:30 pm]

maybe i didd

The typing bubble popped up right away.

Heeseung [11:30 pm]

yeah?

bet you’d like it even more if i whispered it in ur ear while u were on my lap

Your stomach flipped, pulse thudding deep in your chest. You squeezed your knees together under your desk and stared at your screen, barely registering the game anymore.

You [11:31 pm]

hee.

stoppp that’s not fair :(

Heeseung [11:31 pm]

aww baby’s getting all shy now?

cute

You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t need you to. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. And when he pinged on the map again to come help you in lane, you swear your hands were trembling.

It was past 2 a.m. now. The group was deep into another League match, your sixth of the night. And the fourth loss. Everyone was tilted. Half-joking, swearing under their breath. But Heeseung…Heeseung was seething. You could hear it in the way he was clicking. Rapid, furious, sharp. His voice had dropped into this low, tight drawl as he muttered, “This jungler’s a bot. Actually brainless.” You shouldn’t have found it attractive. But the heat in his voice, the frustration curling behind every breath, it made your stomach flutter. But then his mic went quiet. You knew that silence. The kind that was dangerous. “Bro, this is unplayable,” Heeseung muttered suddenly. His voice sounded a bit raspy and tired. “I can’t do this shit anymore. I’m out.” Disconnect.

The call fell into stunned silence for a second. Then Sunghoon sighed. “Yikes.” Your heart dropped. You stared at your screen for a long second, your fingers frozen over your keyboard. You hadn’t even typed “gg.” You stayed quiet. Just tried to blink back the weird sting that hit you way too fast. “I’m gonna switch to Valorant,” Jay said. “Anyone else?”

“I’m in,” you mumbled, a little too quickly. You didn’t want to log off. Not yet. Not if he texted. So you launched the game, joined a party, and tried to laugh along with the others, but every second that passed, your eyes flicked down to your phone. Still nothing.

It was almost 4 a.m. by the time you logged off. You barely said goodbye, too drained from the string of losses, but more so from the ache in your chest that had settled there after Heeseung left the call. He didn’t text. Not once. You went through your usual motions anyway. Washed your face, pulled on an oversized tee, got under the covers with your phone still in hand, brightness low, just mindlessly scrolling. Checking Instagram, discord, his profile—more than once. Still nothing. Your screen dimmed. You stared at the faint glow on your ceiling, curled under your blanket, and tried not to overthink it. You told yourself he was just mad at the game, not at you. Your phone eventually slipped from your hand onto the pillow beside you. And sometime after, you drifted off, eyes closed, heart a little too heavy for sleep to come easy.

Buzz.

Your screen lit up softly in the dark. You squinted one eye open.

Heeseung [4:21 am]

sry abt that

Your heart thumped. You reached for your phone with a sleepy hand, your fingers a little clumsy as you unlocked it.

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:21 am]

wasn’t mad at u or anything

And then, after a moment:

Heeseung [4:23 am]

missed ur voice tbh

Your breath caught. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, your chest warm, a smile curling on your lips as you looked at the screen.

You [4:24 am]

it was boring without u :(

There was barely a pause before your phone buzzed again.

Heeseung [4:24 am]

yeah baby?

That one made your breath hitch. You turned onto your back, screen hovering above your face now, your lips pressing together to contain the smile threatening to break free.

You [4:24 am]

mhm

wanted u there

The typing bubble appeared again. Stopped. Then came back.

Heeseung [4:25 am]

wanted to be there too

but u know how i get with that game lol

You giggled softly.

You [4:25 am]

i do

but u still sounded hot all pissed off like that

You waited, then cringed a little, your heart racing like ‘shit why did i say that’. A second later:

Heeseung [4:26 am]

oh yeah?

u like when i’m mad baby?

should’ve seen me after i logged off

was thinking abt u

Your heart stilled.

Heeseung [4:26 am]

couldn’t stop thinking abt ur thighs

Your hand went to your chest like you could calm the thunder in your heart.

You [4:26 am]

hee.

you can’t say stuff like that rn

Heeseung [4:27 am]

why not?

no one’s around

just me n my sleepy girl

You [4:27 am]

hmm

u like my thighs? :3

Heeseung [4:27 am]

i love them baby

You stared at his last message, your pulse loud in your ears. You swallowed. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a moment before you typed.

You [4:28 am]

u love them?

Heeseung [4:28 am]

mmhmm

love how soft they looked when u sat next to me

kept thinking abt how warm u’d feel on my lap

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, breath catching. You hesitated. Then, slowly, like some part of you needed him to see, you pushed the blanket down. Your legs were folded up, thighs squished slightly together. Your tiny shorts clung to you, barely covering the top of your legs. With one hand, you tugged your shirt up just enough to show a sliver of your tummy, skin warm and soft under the low light of your phone screen. Your finger trembled as you tapped the shutter. You stared at the photo for a long moment. You didn’t look perfect, not posed like other girls might be. But something about it felt so real. So you sent it anyway.

You [4:30 am]

here :)

Three seconds passed. Then five.

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:30 am]

jesus baby

you’re gonna kill me

so fucking pretty

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:30 am]

can’t stop looking

want u so bad right now

Your body was warm all over. You stared at his words with your bottom lip between your teeth, your legs slowly stretching under the blanket again, your heart racing faster than it had all night. You type with shaky fingers.

You [4:31 am]

want u too :(

miss u

You don’t even care how needy it sounds, because it’s true. You miss the way he looked at you when no one else was watching. You miss the warmth of his hand next to yours. You miss how soft his lips were on yours.

Heeseung [4:31 am]

fuck baby

wish i could sneak into ur bed rn

kiss u slow n make u feel good

You bite your lip hard. Your whole body feels electric , flushed with adrenaline and want. You prop your phone up for a moment, your hand slipping under your oversized shirt. Your palm covers your left tit, squeezing softly. Your thighs shift and spread slightly as you angle the camera, lifting your shirt a little, enough to show a peek of tummy, the curve of your waist, the swell of your thighs pressed together in the low light. You snap the photo, heart hammering. And before you can change your mind, you send it.

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:33 am]

holy fuck

look at u baby…

can’t believe u sent this to me

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:33 am]

ur unreal

my pretty girl

all mine yeah?

Your legs curl up under the blanket again, warmth spreading between your thighs as you try to calm your breathing, but it’s impossible now, he’s everywhere, in your head, under your skin.

You [4:34 am]

mhm! only urs

want u so bad :((

Your pulse thunders in your ears as you shift on the bed, tugging your shirt higher. You take your shorts off, leaving your panties on, the cotton clinging to your pussy, soaked through, and you let your legs fall open. One hand moves to squeeze your tit, fingers covering your nipple, the curve of your breast spilling out just enough. Your shirt’s bunched under your chin, tummy soft and exposed. You lift your phone, and take a picture. You stare at it for a moment. You feel sick with nerves. Then:

You [4:35 am]

see? :(

You send the photo and immediately regret it. Not because you don’t want him to see it—you do, so badly—but because now there’s nothing. No reply. You stare at your screen, chewing your bottom lip. One minute passes. Then two. Then three. Your stomach twists, nerves bubbling up like soda fizz under your skin. Was it too much? Did you freak him out? You reach for your phone again just as the screen lights up.

Heeseung [4:39 am]

….

Your breath catches.

Heeseung [4:39 am]

princess i’m so fucking hard rn…

You bite down on your lip, heart pounding, legs still spread. His message replays in your head again and again. You can’t help yourself.

You [4:40 am]

proof? :3

The typing bubble appears instantly. Then disappears. Then it’s still again for a moment, until your screen lights up with a photo. He’s shirtless, skin flushed, abs tight. His hand is cupping his bulge through soft gray sweats, and the outline is obscene. Big. Thick. Heavy. You swear you let out the softest gasp, your thighs instinctively rubbing together. He’s huge. You press your phone to your chest, eyes wide, heart fluttering out of rhythm.

You [4:40 am]

ugh hee this is so unfair :((

Heeseung [4:41 am]

wanna make it fair baby

want u to touch yourself for me

You don’t even think. Your fingers are already slipping under the waistband of your panties before you start typing, your other hand barely steady.

You [4:41 am]

i’m already touching myself hee :( can’t stop

Your cheeks burn, your breath shaky as you press down, wet, aching, throbbing for him.

Heeseung [4:42 am]

fuck princess

wish i was there

i’d take care of u so good

you’d be shaking on my fingers

Your head falls back against your pillow as you whimper, reading and rereading his messages. He’s so good with his words, you feel them in your chest, between your legs, everywhere.

Heeseung [4:42 am]

how are u touching yourself baby?

You can’t even think straight anymore. His messages have your body burning, soaked and aching, and your fingers are moving slow, desperate circles over your clit, and all you can think about is him. The weight of his hand. The sound of his voice. His lips saying “that’s my girl.” You need him to see you like this. You pull the covers back just a little, breathing shaky as you lift your phone. One hand slips back under the waistband of your panties, your fingers teasing just enough to make your thighs twitch. You snap a photo. Your hand between your legs. Your panties slightly tugged down. Your thighs soft and parted. You’re trembling when you hit send.

You [4:43 am]

…

Seconds feel like hours.

Heeseung [4:43 am]

jesus fucking christ

look at you

fuck

keep touching yourself just like that

pretend it’s me

Your thumb hovers over the keyboard, the other hand still moving—slow, desperate circles on your clit, slick and messy. You’re so close already it’s dizzying.

You [4:43 am]

i always pretend it’s u hee :(

You hit send, barely able to see straight. It takes him a moment.

Heeseung [4:44 am]

fuck baby

you’re driving me insane

wish i could hear u right now

whimpering all soft and needy

Another sharp flick of your wrist and you gasp, eyes fluttering shut. You are whimpering, broken, breathy sounds you try to muffle into your pillow.

Heeseung [4:44 am]

keep rubbing that pretty little pussy for me

slow circles baby just like i’d do it

make yourself cum for me yeah?

You [4:44 am]

mhm :((

are u touching yourself too?

You send it while circling your clit just the way he told you to—slow, trembling, and wet. You can barely keep your hand steady, your thighs twitching at every glide. A second later, his response lights up your screen.

Heeseung [4:45 am]

yes baby

can’t help it

your pictures, your little sounds in my head

i’m so hard it hurts

That does it. You rub harder, faster, the heat coiling deep in your belly, your hips stuttering into your hand as you let out a tiny gasp, cheeks flushed, lip caught between your teeth. You need more, and he knows it.

Heeseung [4:46 am]

baby

put ur fingers inside for me

pretend it’s my fingers deep inside u

You whimper at the message, already sliding your fingers down lower, slipping them in without resistance. You’re so wet, they glide in easily, your head tilting back at the stretch, the heat, the ache.

Heeseung [4:46 am]

god i wish it was me

wish i could feel how tight you are

i’d fuck u nice and slow

You moan into your pillow, fingers curling, fucking yourself just like he would—thinking about his voice in your ear, his breath on your skin, the way he’d whisper praises in your ear while kissing your neck. It hits hard, your orgasm ripping through you in waves, thighs trembling around your hand, lips parted in a silent cry. You stay like that for a moment, ruined and flushed, before managing to pull your hand away. Still breathless, you lift your phone with shaky fingers and take another photo—your soaked fingers, a glossy string of cum stretched between them.

You [4:48 am]

made a mess for u hee :)

Heeseung [4:48am]

fuck…

fuck princess

i’m gonna cum

You’re still catching your breath when your phone buzzes again.

Heeseung [4:50 am]

you’re unreal baby

so pretty

so good for me

my perfect girl

You smile, cheeks hot, curled beneath your blanket now, the ache between your legs softening into warmth. You type slowly, eyes heavy with sleep.

You [4:50 am]

hee

u make me feel so good :(

want u here

wanna fall asleep on your chest

Heeseung [4:51 am]

i’d hold u so close princess

kiss ur forehead

play with ur hair til u fall asleep

You let out a soft, sleepy giggle into your pillow.

You [4:51 am]

mm that sounds perfect

goodnight hee <3

Heeseung [4:51 am]

goodnight baby

dream of me yeah?

<33

You tuck your phone under your pillow, smile still lingering on your lips as your eyes flutter shut, his words wrapped around you like a blanket.

You wake up to the soft buzz of your phone against your sheets, light from the screen spilling across your pillow.

27 new messages.

Your stomach flips. The group chat is blowing up and your name is all over it.

Sunoo

okay so it’s settled?? Heeseung’s place again??

Jungwon

yup tonight

Sunghoon

y/n don’t forget your controller

Jay

does she even know what’s happening rn

You stare at the screen, frozen. Heeseung’s place. Your cheeks burn as last night flashes in your mind, his voice, his texts, your fingers between your thighs. The pictures you sent. The ones he sent. And now… this? What if it’s weird now? What if it was just fun for him in the moment, but he doesn’t actually want you? What if he regrets it, and you’re showing up like a fool? You’re overthinking. Still, your fingers hover above the keyboard, hesitation burning in your chest. Then a new message pops up.

Heeseung

y/n are u in?

Three words. That’s all it takes to make your heart skip. You wait, ten seconds, twenty, trying not to read too much into it. Then, finally, you reply.

You

yeah :)

You stare at the little smiley face, hoping it doesn’t look too nervous. Hoping he sees it and hears the ‘please still want me’ in your head. Your phone buzzes again.

Heeseung [1:27 pm] (privately)

morning princess

missed u already

You [1:27 pm]

morning hee

missed u too <3

You send it before you can overthink, then hide your face in your pillow, kicking your legs. Your stomach is still tight with nerves, but his reply melts them just enough to let a smile creep in.

You’re staring at your reflection again. For the third time. Your skirt is short, but not too short, you tell yourself, sitting perfectly on your waist. The soft grey cardigan you picked out earlier clings to your frame just enough to show it off, the top buttons left undone so collarbones and chest show. You’re wearing perfume, a subtle one, the same one you wore last time at his place. You look cute. You know you do. You just hope he notices. Hope he wants you still. Hope none of what happened the other night has changed the way he looks at you.

Your phone buzzes again.

Sunoo

on our way! be there in 10

You grab your bag, swipe on a little extra lip balm, and head out. Fast-forward to Heeseung’s front door, everyone’s already inside laughing and talking as you step in. The same cozy orange light glows through the living room, voices echoing through the apartment. And then you see him, sitting on the edge of the couch in a hoodie and sweatpants, hair slightly messy like always, exactly how you like it. He turns his head the second you walk in. And you swear his eyes trail down your body, slow and shameless.

“Hey.” he says, voice low, lips lifting into the slightest smirk. “Hey.” you mumble, already feeling your cheeks warm. “You look cute.” he says simply. Like it’s just a fact. You barely manage a quiet “thank you.” before Sunghoon yells something about Mario Kart and the moment is gone. But not really, because you can feel his gaze on you even when you’re looking away.

The night has that same warm, familiar glow as last time—soft lights casting a gentle hue over Heeseung’s living room, the TV humming low as the next movie rolls. Everyone’s sprawled around the room now, Sunghoon’s half-asleep already with a bowl of popcorn resting on his chest, Jay and Sunoo are arguing playfully about which horror movie is better, and Heeseung’s legs are stretched out in front of the couch where you’re curled up on one end, hugging a fluffy pillow. Your skirt’s ruffled from how you’ve been shifting to get comfy, the neckline of your cardigan dipping slightly as you sink deeper into the cushions. You feel his gaze again, subtle but heavy. You glance up just in time to catch it, and he doesn’t even look away. He just smirks a little. You flush. Again.

Trying to act casual, you tuck your legs under yourself, tugging the hem of your skirt down just a little more. The warmth of the room, the quiet chatter, the way Heeseung hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked in, it’s all making you drowsy. By the time the third movie starts playing, your head is dipped against the couch, your cheek pressed to your arm. You fight it for a bit, blinking slow, barely following the plot, but your body is already giving in. Your breathing slows, your limbs go still, and eventually…you fall asleep. Heeseung notices immediately. At first, he just glances over, ready to make a comment, maybe tease you, but the words never come out. Instead, his expression softens. The curve of your lashes against your cheek, the way your lips part ever so slightly when you exhale, it’s enough to make his heart stutter.

He shifts, propping his elbow on the couch, letting his fingers curl against his cheek, watching you in silence while everyone else reacts to whatever’s happening on screen. You’re practically glowing under the dim light, blanket half falling off your thighs, cardigan slipping off one shoulder just enough to make him swallow hard. A while passes like that. Quiet. Intimate. Like it’s just the two of you in the room. Then Jay says something about it being past 3AM, and someone stands, stretching with a dramatic groan. “Should we bounce?” Sunghoon asks, rubbing his eyes. Jay nods. “Yeah, i’m dead. Heeseung, all good?” Heeseung tears his eyes away from you for the first time in a while. “Yeah.” Someone notices you next. “She’s out cold.” Jay leans in, whispering loudly. “You want us to wake her?”

Heeseung shakes his head, protective without even realizing it. “No. Don’t. She’s fine.” And just like that, they gather their things. Shoes are slipped on, phones grabbed off chargers, quiet goodbyes are mumbled, but Heeseung stays seated beside you, gaze still locked on your sleeping form. When the door finally closes and the apartment is quiet again, he stays still. His living room is bathed in that same soft orange glow, the credits roll on the TV, and you’re still there, breathing slow and peaceful, curled up with your lashes fluttering faintly, as if even in your sleep, you know he’s watching. He shifts just a little closer. You stir slightly when you feel the couch dip beside you, your body still heavy with sleep. “Hey, princess,” a voice murmurs, soft and warm near your ear. “Everyone left.” You blink up at him, slow and disoriented, eyes adjusting to the dim light. “Oh…I fell asleep?” Heeseung’s face is close, framed by the golden hue of the room, his smile gentle and just a little smug.

“Yeah,” he says, brushing a thumb lightly over your cheek. “You looked too cute to wake up.” You bite back a flustered smile, pulling the blanket tighter around your body. “You could’ve at least nudged me…” He shrugs, still looking at you like you hung the stars. “Didn’t want to. You looked peaceful.”

Your heart flutters, cheeks warming as your sleepiness starts to fade. He doesn’t move away, his face is still close, his hand resting beside your waist. The room feels warmer than it did earlier, quieter. Like everything outside of this couch doesn’t matter right now. You shift a little, your voice still a bit hushed. “So…it’s just us now?” Heeseung hums, tilting his head. “Yeah.” A pause.“You wanna stay a bit longer?” he adds. “Just us?” And the look he gives you isn’t teasing, not this time. It’s curious and hopeful.

You nod, still wrapped in the blanket, and sit up a little. A quiet yawn slips out before you bring your hand up to rub your eyes, still groggy, still warm from sleep. When you look up at him again, Heeseung’s already watching you, so closely, his gaze soft and heavy, like you’re the only thing in the world worth looking at. His lips are slightly parted, his expression unreadable but so full of something you’ve never seen from him before, not like this. Your heart stutters. Maybe it’s the quiet of the room. Maybe it’s the way he hasn’t looked away from you once. Maybe it’s the leftover warmth from your late-night texts, from the ache you haven’t been able to shake since. But something makes you reach out, slow and uncertain, your fingers brushing against his cheek before settling there gently. His skin is warm under your touch, and his lashes flutter just slightly at the contact, but he doesn’t move away.

Heeseung leans into your hand just the tiniest bit. And then, before you can overthink it, before you can get too scared, you lean in. Your lips press softly against his, barely there at first, just enough to feel the way he exhales sharply through his nose. His hand brushes lightly against your knee under the blanket, but he doesn’t pull you closer, doesn’t rush it. He just lets you kiss him, lets you decide. When you slowly pull back, your breath catching in your throat, you meet his eyes again. He’s smiling, soft, in awe, and he whispers, “Hey.”

A small laugh escapes your lips, bashful and sweet. “Hi.” You don’t say anything else for a second, both of you just sitting there in the glow of the room. And something in the way he’s looking at you, so soft, so wanting, makes the nerves dissolve into something deeper, heavier, needier. So you kiss him again.

This time with more pressure, more feeling, like all the nights of tension are finally spilling out through your lips. Your hand slips from his cheek to the back of his head, threading into his hair gently, and you feel him breathe in sharply when you do. His hands grip your waist and pull you effortlessly into his lap, and you melt against him, thighs bracketing his hips as his touch slides down to caress them slowly, reverently. You sigh softly into his mouth, and he hums in response, the sound low and satisfied. His fingers squeeze just above your knees, coaxing you closer until there’s nothing between you but heat and fabric.

Your arms wind around his shoulders, fingers threading into his hair as the kiss deepens, grows hungrier, but still soft around the edges. His lips break from yours for only a moment, breath shaky against your cheek. “Could kiss you forever.” he whispers, voice rough and thick. Your lips are still barely touching when you whisper it—quiet, breathless, almost like a confession. “I missed you.” He pauses, eyes searching yours, hands still resting on your waist like he’s afraid to let go. His voice is gentler when he replies, like he’s matching your softness.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, brushing his thumb along the hem of your cardigan. “I missed you too, princess. So much.” You feel your cheeks heat up, but you don’t look away, not this time. Not when he’s holding you like that, not when he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. A shaky breath escapes you before you murmur, “You have no idea how much I thought about you.” Heeseung tilts his head, his thumb tracing slow circles on your waist. “Yeah, baby?” he asks softly, like he’s afraid to hope. “Tell me.” You press your lips together for a moment before whispering, “I couldn’t stop replaying everything…the way you looked at me, the way you talked to me last night. I couldn’t sleep.” He lets out the faintest exhale, something between a sigh and a groan, like your words hit him right in the chest. “I know,” he says, brushing his nose against yours. “You’ve been in my head ever since i met you.” You look up at him again, shy and aching. “I was scared maybe you changed your mind.”

“Not even close,” he says without hesitation. “You don’t get it…I haven’t wanted someone like this, ever.” Your fingers curl into his hoodie, heart thudding. His lips find yours again, slower, more sure. His hands cradle you like he can’t believe you’re real. “I want you, Heeseung.” For a second, he just stares at you, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Then he leans in, lips brushing yours, voice dropping into something husky and warm, so low it shoots straight through your spine. “Show me how much, baby.” You don’t hesitate. You crash your lips to his in a filthy, needy kiss—nothing like the soft ones you shared before. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as your body presses flush against his. He groans into your mouth, both arms wrapping around you, dragging you further onto his lap. His fingers slide up beneath your cardigan, caressing the soft skin of your waist, and your hips roll instinctively. Heeseung’s lips move feverishly against yours, and everything about him feels hot and overwhelming, like he’s been holding himself back for far too long. “You drive me crazy.” he mutters against your lips, breathless. You only kiss him harder in response, fingers clutching the sides of his jaw like you never want to let go.

His hands drift lower, until they slip beneath the hem of your skirt. You gasp softly into the kiss when his palms find the soft flesh of your thighs, then higher, until he’s gripping your ass with both hands, squeezing gently but possessively. “You’re so cute, baby.” he murmurs against your mouth, his voice thick with need and affection. You whimper, biting down softly on your lower lip as you pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are dark, hooded, roaming over your face like he’s trying to memorize every little expression. Your cheeks flush, your hands stay tangled in his hair, your body warm and trembling in his lap. “You make me feel so…” you whisper, unsure how to finish the sentence with how full your chest feels. Heeseung leans in again, kissing you slower this time, his thumbs tracing soft circles over your skin. “I know,” he whispers. “Me too.”

Without even thinking, your hips begin to move , slow, subtle rolls against his lap, just seeking friction, something to ease the ache building between your thighs. You don’t even realize what you’re doing at first, too lost in the feeling of him, the way his hands are holding you, the way his lips feel on yours. But the second you hear him exhale, a deep, shuddering breath, you freeze. “Princess…” he murmurs, his voice all rough and low, like he’s holding back. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your cheeks burning. “Hee…” you whisper, flustered, your fingers gripping his shoulders for balance. “I didn’t mean to—” His hands slide up your back slowly, soothing. “Don’t hide from me,” he says, and you feel him smile softly against your temple. “Keep going, baby.” Your breath catches, and you nod slowly, your lips brushing his skin as you speak. Your hips keep moving against him, soft and needy, your fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie like it’s the only thing grounding you. “Hee…” you breathe, your voice trembling as your lips brush against the warm skin of his neck. “You feel so good…”

Your soft moan spills out before you can stop it—quiet, breathy, but it sends a sharp jolt through Heeseung. His grip on your waist tightens as his cock throbs beneath you, straining against his sweats. “Fuck, baby…” he groans, his voice rough and low. “You sound so good—gonna make me lose my mind.” You shiver at his words. You try to bury your face even deeper into his neck, cheeks burning. “Stop…” you whisper shyly, squirming in his lap, but not enough to actually get away. “Don’t say stuff like that…” He laughs softly, the sound husky and fond as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Why not?” he murmurs. “It’s true. You’re so fucking cute when you’re like this…all needy and shy in my lap.”

Your body moves again, hips rolling against him with a little more need, a little more desperation. Each soft moan and whimper that escapes your lips only fuels him more, your breath catching every time your clothed core drags along the thick bulge in his sweats. “Ngh…” you whimper, clinging to him. “Mmh—just like that, baby…” Heeseung groans, deep and low, his hands sliding down your waist until they’re gripping your ass again, squeezing it firmly. His fingers dig in just a little as he helps guide your movements, encouraging you to grind harder against him, a soft moan leaving your mouth. “Yeah?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “That what you want, princess?” You nod quickly, too dizzy to speak. He chuckles under his breath, hands keeping you steady as he rocks you against him, the pressure sending sparks through your whole body. “So pretty—so fucking soft—can’t get enough of you…”

His hands slip beneath your cardigan slowly, warm palms cupping your breasts over your bra, and the soft moan that escapes you only makes his breath hitch. “Fuck…” he murmurs, voice low and strained as he palms at you, thumbing over the fabric. You’re trembling, but still, you find the courage to sit back just enough to slowly shrug your cardigan off, cheeks burning as it falls to the couch behind you. You look up at him with wide, shy eyes, your chest rising and falling. His jaw drops slightly. “Holy fuck…” he breathes, eyes glued to the way your breasts spill against the bra, soft and full. He wastes no time, hands grabbing them over the fabric, squeezing them in his palms. “You like them, Hee?” you whisper shyly, barely able to meet his eyes.

He lets out a soft, strained laugh, eyes dark. “Princess,” he groans, “I’m so fucking hard right now, what do you think?” Your whole face flushes hot, lips parted slightly. Still, you manage a soft, almost breathless, “You can take it off…if you wanna,” your voice fragile, and your eyes impossibly big and trusting. He stares at you like you just gave him the universe. Heeseung doesn’t say anything right away, just watches you for a moment, barely holding himself together. Then, slowly, he leans in. His lips find your neck, soft and warm, pressing kisses down the delicate skin like he’s savoring you. Each one slower than the last, trailing lower with every breath you take. Your eyes flutter shut, your fingers threading back into his hair as a shaky sigh slips from your lips.

His hands move with purpose, sliding behind you, and you feel the gentle tug as his fingers find the clasp of your bra. With one flick, it comes undone. The straps fall loose against your arms, and he pulls back slightly, eyes meeting yours. You give him a small nod, cheeks burning. He pushes the straps off your shoulders and lets the bra fall between you. Then his hands return to your chest, palms warm and reverent as he cups you fully now, skin to skin. He groans softly, like he can’t help it, like the feel of you is too much. “So soft,” he mutters, squeezing you gently. “So fucking perfect…” Your head tilts slightly with a quiet whimper, lips parted, body buzzing with heat as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, teasing and slow. “You’re driving me insane, princess,” he breathes, voice thick and low. “You’re too pretty for your own good.”

You lean in just a little, shy but needy, and Heeseung catches on instantly. His hands slide up your sides again, and he brings his mouth to your chest, kissing over the soft swell before wrapping his lips around one nipple. He sucks gently, warm tongue flicking, lips tugging just enough to make you gasp. One of his hands squeezes the other breast while his mouth works you, slow and purposeful. You whimper, back arching instinctively, and your hips begin to move again, grinding softly against the bulge straining beneath you. He switches sides, his mouth now on your other breast, sucking, licking, groaning low in his throat like he can’t get enough of you. “You like it, princess?” he murmurs between kisses, breath warm against your skin. “mhm” you whine softly, your eyes shut tight as you let the pleasure wash over you. He chuckles, proud and a little breathless himself. “Yeah? Then keep going, baby.” he murmurs, voice thick. His hands settle on your hips, helping guide your rhythm as you rock against him. “Just like that.”

His mouth returns to your chest, and the room fills with quiet whimpers, heavy breathing, and the soft sound of his lips on your skin. Your fingers tug gently at the hem of his shirt, your voice barely above a whisper. “Hee…” Heeseung doesn’t hesitate, he pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion and tosses it aside, and you can’t help the soft gasp that escapes your lips. Your eyes roam his toned chest, the sharp lines of his abs catching the dim light. You bite your lip, hands instinctively rising to trace along the ridges, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your trembling fingertips. Still grinding against him, you lean forward slowly, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck. One after another, each one deeper, needier. His breath catches when your lips suck gently, leaving behind faint red marks, proof of how badly you want him.

He groans, low and raspy, and his hands return to your ass, squeezing hard, pulling you closer as your grinding becomes more desperate. “Fuck, baby.” he whispers, voice thick and strained, his head falling back just slightly as your mouth moves along his neck. His grip on your ass tightens as he helps guide your hips faster, harder—grinding down on the thick bulge straining beneath you. Every drag of him against your clothed cunt sends sparks through your body, his cock catching perfectly on your clit, the pressure unbearable in the best way. Your moans come out higher now, breathy and helpless, and it only spurs him on. He groans low, “You’re gonna cum, princess?” You nod frantically, eyes squeezed shut, hips rocking with desperate rhythm. “Please…Hee, please—”

He doesn’t make you beg more than that. One of his hands slips down between your bodies, under your skirt, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties. He rubs small, fast circles on your clit, syncing with your grinding, the friction making you cry out. “Shit, you’re so wet.” he breathes, watching you fall apart on top of him. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” And you can only nod again, whimpering, as your orgasm builds sharp and fast in your gut—his voice in your ear, his hands on your body, everything pushing you closer and closer. You tremble as the wave crashes over you, tugging on his hair as your orgasm hits—your soft, broken whimpers filling his ears as you finish, your body melting in his arms. Heeseung wraps you up, his hand stroking gently up and down your back as he whispers, “Good girl…so good for me.”

Still catching your breath, you lift your head, take his face in both your hands, and kiss him deeply, slow and messy and full of all the want that had been simmering between you for weeks. When you finally pull back, your lips are kiss-swollen, your cheeks flushed, your eyes shy, but burning with something he can’t look away from. You shift off his lap, still trembling a little, and settle down between his legs instead. Sitting back on your knees, you look up at him through your lashes, arms resting against his thighs, pressing your soft chest together just a little. “Fuck.” he breathes, his voice raspier now, his eyes dark as they rake over you. His cock is twitching in his pants, straining, aching, just from the way you’re looking at him. Just from you. “Princess…” he says low, barely holding himself back. Your voice comes out breathy and shy, but so full of want it makes his head spin. “I wanna make you feel good, Hee…”

Heeseung’s eyes drop to your hands as they move gently over the hard bulge in his pants, slow and curious, your fingers tentative but so eager. He swears under his breath, biting down on his lip, the way you look up at him so innocent while touching him nearly making him lose his mind. “Shit, baby…” he groans, hips twitching slightly into your touch. “You’re driving me crazy.” You blink up at him, a soft smile tugging on your lips as your hands press a little firmer, rubbing him through the fabric. “Let me?” you ask quietly, so sweet, so soft, like you’re asking for permission to ruin him. He cups your cheek, brushing his thumb along your skin, voice low and wrecked. “You can do anything you want to me, princess.” You give him the softest kiss on the cheek, your lips lingering just a second longer, like a promise.

Then, slowly, with trembling fingers, you tug down his sweatpants and boxers, your breath catching when his cock springs free—big, leaking, heavy against his stomach. Your thighs instinctively press together at the sight, and your lips part slightly, like you’re already imagining how he might taste. “God…” Heeseung exhales, his head tipping back as he watches you through lidded eyes. You wrap both hands around him delicately, like you’re handling something precious, and lean in, placing a soft, innocent kiss right on the tip. Your eyes flick up to meet his as you do, wide, shimmering, so sweet it makes his jaw clench. “You’re so pretty, Hee…” you whisper, kissing him again, lips brushing lightly down the side of his shaft.

He twitches in your hand, groaning low. “You’re the one that’s pretty, princess,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “So fucking pretty…down on your knees for me.” He cups the back of your head gently, fingers threading into your hair as you continue kissing along his length, so slow, so teasing, savoring every second. Your tongue flicks out slowly, tasting the tip, salty and warm. You kiss it again, before dragging your tongue just a little lower, teasing the underside as you hear Heeseung’s breath hitch above you. “Fuck…” he mutters under his breath, his grip on your hair tightening just slightly.

You kiss him again, and then finally part your lips and sink down just a little, taking him into your mouth, the warmth and weight of him making you shiver. The second he’s inside, even just barely, a soft moan escapes you, quiet, involuntary, but enough to make him groan. “You like it, baby?” he breathes, his voice low and ruined. You hum around him in response, sending vibrations up his shaft, and it makes him curse again. You pull back slightly, your lips wet and shiny, looking up at him with that same innocent gaze. Heeseung’s jaw clenches as he watches you. “God, you’re so fucking perfect, princess…” You wrap your lips fully around him, taking him deeper this time, your mouth warm and wet as you start to suck with more confidence. Your hand tightens its grip around his shaft, fingers sliding smoothly as you bob your head up and down, eyes locked on his dark, intense gaze.

A thin strand of drool escapes the corner of your mouth, dripping down his length, but you don’t care, your focus is on him, on the way his breath hitches and his body tenses under your touch. Heeseung groans, one hand curling around your cheek, thumb brushing softly over your skin while the other finds your hair, guiding your movements like a gentle command. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, voice rough and desperate. “Just like that—keep going.” You obey without hesitation, the rhythm steady and slow, savoring every moment, every reaction from him. You take him a little deeper, the sudden stretch making you gag softly. Your eyes water, tears gathering at the corners, but you don’t stop, driven by the way Heeseung’s low moan vibrates through you. Pulling back just enough to catch your breath, you look up at him with wide, glistening eyes and ask in a quiet, tender voice, “Does it feel good, baby?”

The moment the word leaves your lips, his composure shatters. His grip tightens, jaw clenches, and a guttural growl escapes him.“Fuck…,” he rasps, voice thick with want and disbelief. “You calling me that…I’m losing it.” His hands tighten in your hair, pulling you gently but firmly back down as his hips shift, desperate for more. Heeseung’s hands grip your hair firmly, guiding your head up and down faster now. Your soft moans fill the room, the vibrations sending shivers straight through him. He growls low, voice strained with need. “Shit—I’m gonna cum, princess.” he warns, breath hitching. You pull back just enough, lips parted and tongue sliding out to trace the length of him one last time. Your hands move eagerly up and down his shaft, keeping the pace as you wait for him to let go. His hips jerk forward suddenly, and he curses, fingers tangling tighter in your hair as he shudders, spilling hot and heavy into your mouth. You swallow it all and then lean in, lips parted, tongue peeking out to show him it’s all gone—clean, obedient, just for him.

His eyes darken as he exhales shakily. “Holy shit, baby…you’re fucking unreal.” You giggle softly, cheeks flushed, and crawl back onto his lap. Your lips meet his for a tender kiss, sweet and slow, but he kisses you back harder, possessive now, hands sliding over your hips before squeezing your ass firmly. The sudden smack he lands on it makes you whimper against his lips, body jolting slightly. Then, with barely a second to catch your breath, he flips you over on the couch, your back hitting the cushions with a soft thud, his body hovering over yours. He kisses you hungrily, like he can’t get enough, mouth trailing down your neck, your collarbones, teeth grazing, lips sucking until you know there’ll be marks. You whimper beneath him, arching into his touch, needing more.

He pulls your skirt down slowly, followed by your panties, dragging the soft fabric down your thighs with careful hands, like he’s unwrapping something precious. His breath catches when you’re bare for him, eyes darkening as he settles between your legs. His fingers gently part you, slow and deliberate, and he swipes through your slick with a quiet exhale. “So pretty…” he murmurs, almost to himself, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Embarrassment flutters in your chest and you instinctively cover your face with your hands, cheeks burning. He chuckles softly, voice low and warm. “Why are you hiding from me, baby?”

You don’t answer, you can’t, not when he leans in and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to you, licking a slow stripe that has your back arching. You gasp, your fingers reaching down to grab at his hair. He keeps going, licking, kissing, sucking, slow at first, then faster, more purposeful. You whimper his name, thighs trembling as he keeps you open with one arm wrapped around your hip. And then, his fingers. One sliding in, then another, curling just right as his mouth never lets up. The combination makes your toes curl, your moans growing softer but needier, your grip on his hair tighter with every flick of his tongue. “Hee…” you whine, breathless.

He groans against you in response, like he could stay there forever, completely lost in you. His fingers are working you open, curling and thrusting in a rhythm that’s already overwhelming. His tongue moves with practiced precision, flicking and sucking at your clit until your thighs are trembling around his head. And then suddenly, his fingers slip out, replaced by both of his arms wrapping firmly around your waist, tugging you closer to his mouth. His hands slide up your body and cup your tits, squeezing gently at first, then harder when you moan. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of heat straight through your core. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans between licks, his breath warm and ragged against you. “Could stay here all night, baby. You’re so sweet…so wet just for me.”

You let out a choked sound, high and breathy, your hands flying to cover his on your chest, needing to feel him, hold him, ground yourself. Your hips twitch helplessly as his mouth drags another moan from your lips. “So sensitive,” he mumbles, sucking your clit just right. “So fucking good for me. Can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

You whimper, eyes squeezed shut, fingers squeezing his tighter. “Please…Baby—don’t stop.” you whine. He moans against your cunt, sucking harder now, his fingers rolling your nipples as your body writhes beneath him, overwhelmed by the pleasure building like a storm. Your whole body’s trembling, thighs tightening around his head, your hips bucking up into his mouth without you even realizing. “Hee—” you whimper, breath hitching. “I’m—I’m cumming—”

Your hands clutch his over your chest, knuckles white, your back arching as your voice gets higher. “Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, voice muffled against your soaked cunt. “Cum for me, baby. All over my fucking mouth.” And you do. A broken, high-pitched moan escapes you as your release crashes through your body, your hips stuttering against his face, your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans again at the feeling, his tongue still working you through it, drinking every last bit of it up like he needs it to live. Your thighs tremble around him, your whole body going warm and overstimulated, but he’s still kissing the inside of your thigh, murmuring softly, “That’s my good girl…”

He pulls back from between your thighs, lips shiny, eyes dark and hungry. Still catching your breath, you reach up with shaky arms and hook them behind his neck, tugging him down into a messy, desperate kiss. You moan softly into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. He groans into the kiss, hands sliding under you, one under your back, the other under your thighs, and lifts you like you weigh nothing. You gasp, arms tightening around his shoulders, your forehead resting against his. He carries you through the quiet of his room, the only sound your shallow breathing and the soft creak of the floor beneath his feet. His eyes stay locked on yours, so intense it makes your stomach flutter.

And when he reaches the edge of the bed, he lays you down gently, hands never leaving your body, and whispers, “You’re so perfect like this, princess…” He crawls over you slowly, eyes raking over every inch of your bare body, like he can’t believe you’re really here, like this, under him. His hands trail down your waist, squeezing gently before gliding to your hips, your thighs, your ass. He lowers his head to your neck, kissing and sucking softly, then down to your chest, lingering there, murmuring sweet nothings between kisses.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he whispers against your skin, voice low and rough. You nod, already breathless, lips parting into a pout. “Please, baby…” you whine, fingers slipping through his hair, playing with it softly. His eyes flicker between yours as he pushes his sweatpants down, his voice low and breathless. “My sweet little girlfriend, yeah?” he murmurs, gaze heavy with want, but also something softer. You gasp, heart pounding, but you nod quickly, eagerly. “Yes, baby… please. Wanna be yours, Hee.” He groans under his breath, palming himself through his boxers. “Fuck…” Then he slips them off, his cock springing free once again. He positions himself between your thighs, stroking himself slowly as he looks down at you, completely bare and trembling beneath him. “All mine,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again, “Gonna take care of you.”

He finds your hand beside your head and gently intertwines his fingers with yours, grounding you, holding you close. “Got you, baby.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Then he slowly starts to push inside, inch by inch, his breath stuttering. “God…you’re so tight, princess. Love this pretty pussy…” You whimper, brows furrowed as you cling to his hand, squeezing it tightly. The stretch burns a little, making you wince, your thighs trembling around his waist. He pauses, his free hand stroking your cheek, eyes locked with yours. “You okay?” he murmurs, voice laced with care. You nod shyly, breathless. “Y-Yeah… just go slow, baby.”

As he inches in the rest of the way, your mouth parts in a sharp gasp from the stretch, but before the sound can fully escape, Heeseung leans in and kisses you, swallowing the noise and grounding you with his lips. “Doing so good for me.” he murmurs against your mouth. He stays there, buried deep, holding still, giving you time, kissing your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your lips. You squeeze his hand tighter, chest rising and falling as you adjust to the size of him. “Y-You can move…Hee.” you whisper shyly, blinking up at him with watery eyes. He nods, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Okay, baby. I’ll be gentle.” And then he starts to move, slow and careful, dragging his hips back and rolling them forward again. He keeps holding your hand, his other brushing down your side. Every thrust melts the ache into something warmer, deeper, and you whimper softly beneath him, each sound making his heart clench. “That’s it,” he breathes, kissing your cheek as your lashes flutter. “Feels good now, doesn’t it?”

You nod quickly, lips parted, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “Mhm…feels so good…” Heeseung leans closer, voice rough and low in your ear. “Been thinking about you like this since the first time I saw you…” You gasp, your back arching at his words. “All wet and shy…wrapped around my cock like this.” His thrusts get slower, deeper, savoring every second. “Fuck, you feel like a dream, princess.” Your hands cling to his shoulders, lips brushing against his ear as you pant, your voice trembling but honest, too far gone to hold back now. “I touch myself to your voice…” you whisper, so shy but so desperate.“Every time you spoke, I’d get so wet.” You whine, tightening around him. “So wet for you, Hee… always.” His hips falter at the confession, breath catching in his throat. “Fuck, baby…” he groans, voice rough with desire, and then he thrusts harder, faster, trying to reach deeper just from your words alone.

“You’ve been mine this whole time, hm?” he breathes against your lips. “Getting off to my voice, fuck—dirty little thing.” You whimper, completely unraveling, and he’s loving every second of it. “Please, Hee…wanna ride you, please.” Your voice is all breathy and sweet. He groans low, twitching inside you, the tip of his cock nudging that spot that makes your thighs tremble. “Fuck…yeah, baby,” he breathes. “C’mere.” He pulls out gently, lays flat on the bed, eyes burning into yours as he guides you up. “Come ride your man.” You’re quick to move, desperate, aching. You straddle him with shaky thighs and grab his cock, lining him up and slowly sinking down, whining as he stretches you open again. Your hands splay on his abs for balance, your head falling back at the fullness. “So deep…” you breathe. “F-fuck, Heeseung…” He watches you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered, his hands gripping your thighs, sliding up your waist, thumbs brushing under your breasts. “That’s it, baby… take what you need,” he says, voice low and full of want. “Look at you…riding me so good already.”

You start bouncing on him, slow at first, then faster, the wet sound of you taking him again and again filling the room, making his breath catch in his throat. Your head tilts to the side a little as soft, high-pitched moans spill from your lips, your eyes fluttering with every drag of him deep inside. “Holy shit…” Heeseung groans, eyes roaming all over you—your flushed skin, your bouncing tits, the way your stomach tightens every time you sink back down on him. His hands move up to your chest, squeezing your tits in his palms, thumbs brushing over your nipples just to hear you whine again. Then down, caressing the curve of your waist, trailing lower until they find your ass, gripping it hard, pulling you deeper on his cock, then suddenly landing a sharp slap to one cheek.

You gasp, a broken moan leaving your throat as your hips stutter. He smirks, rubbing the spot he slapped. “So fucking cute when you sound like that, princess.” Then his hands slide down your thighs, fingers dragging over the soft skin, admiring the way they tense as you keep moving. “Feel so good riding me, baby.” he says, voice breathless.

Your rhythm turns desperate, bouncing faster and harder as your hands cling to his abs, nails digging slightly into his skin. “Want you—so bad, Hee—need you,” you pant, voice high and breathless, “Need to be—under your skin…” He lets out a soft chuckle, the need in your voice making his cock twitch deep inside you. “God, baby,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down to rub tight, fast circles on your clit. “You’re so fucking needy…” You nod, crying out as his fingers work you harder, your thighs trembling. “Hee—Hee, I love you—love you so much—ahh!” His hips twitch beneath you, and he sits up just enough to pull you in for a kiss, messy and deep, all tongue and breath. “I love you too, princess,” he whispers against your lips, “I’ll always take care of you—my sweet, perfect baby.” You nod frantically, fingers tangling in his hair, overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion. “I’m gonna cum—gonna cum for you, Hee!”

“Cum for me, baby.” he groans, fingers still circling your clit as you crash into your orgasm, moaning loud, hips stuttering. He holds you through it, eyes fixed on your face, utterly in love. Then, with a low curse, he lifts you just enough to slide out of you, stroking himself fast and desperate before finishing all over your belly with a strangled moan, his hand trembling from the force of it. You both stay still for a moment, catching your breath, your skin warm and glowing, his cum sticky on you, his arms still wrapped around you as you sit on his lap. He’s pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your hips. “Was that okay?” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and hoarse. You nod slowly, leaning your head against his. “It was perfect.” He smiles, nuzzling your neck, “You’re perfect.”

After a moment, he shifts gently, reaching for a tissue from the nightstand and cleaning you up carefully, his touch tender, eyes always flickering up to check if you’re okay. You just watch him, dazed and dreamy and completely in love. He tosses the tissue aside and pulls you into his chest. You tuck yourself under his chin, your fingers playing softly with his hair. His heartbeat’s still a little fast. “I still can’t believe i did this to you.” he whispers. You smile against his skin. “I always wanted you to do it.” You lie there like that for a while, tangled up, warm and soft, only the sound of your breathing filling the room.

His hand finds yours again, fingers interlacing without thought. Then, very quietly, you murmur against his chest, “Want you to fuck me again, Heeseung.” He freezes. Blinks. Tilts his head to look at you, his eyes wide. “W-What? Now?” You look up at him innocently, smiling, eyes wide and full of mischief. “Mhm!” He groans, dragging a hand down his face as the tips of his ears turn bright red. “Princess…you’re gonna kill me.” You giggle, tugging at his hair and pulling him back down for a sweet kiss.

a/n: got lazy at the end. also left a sneaky easter egg whoever finds it gets a kiss :p idk how this got so long sry if it was annoying

© guliexe

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗﹒ helping hand

── heeseung had an unusual ritual before every competition as a professional league of legends player. one that his ex-girlfriend could no longer fulfill for him, leaving him desperate enough to ask for your help as his best friend.

pairing! bsf!lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre! f2l, smut, porn w/ a dash of plot warnings! heeseungs a professional gamer, league of legend mention :(, oral (m & f rec), face fucking, deepthroating obv, praise? heeseung whimpers and whines here and there, masturbation (f.), unprotected sex, big dick heeseung, cum swallowing & eating oneselves cum?, overstim, lowkey the pussy made heeseung go insane, no dom/sub dynamics they just wanna freak it, hees a little awkward, weird and talkative. gooner shit.

note: minors do not interact. hello this is a rework of smth i posted on ghstzzn. it went from 3.3k words to 8.6k uhh yeah! also thank u to my wives @tinycatharsis and @prkhaven for beta reading and helping me with a lot of editing!!! i love u guys my little skrunkly omega polycule

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it’s been awhile since you’ve had heeseung linger around your apartment for hours or even days like this. between his time spent with his now ex girlfriend and his professional gaming career, you had rarely seen him. you could only rely on the occasional short lunch meetings or quick coffee runs to catch up with your best friend.

it’s not that his ex disliked you, but more so disliked that you and heeseung happened to be an extremely attractive pair of friends and hated that people would confuse you both as a couple rather than heeseung and her.

you missed your best friend, and it comforted you to know that he returned those feelings. 

before heeseung had stepped foot into a relationship with his ex, he would spend half of his time at your apartment. especially when he had a competition that was near, and you found yourself smiling at the fact that nothing's changed even now.

“are you nervous?” you ask him, watching as he packs little things he left at your apartment into a small suitcase for the gaming league. it was only one city away but these sorts of things take an entire weekend. 

heeseung hums, shaking his head, his grown out colored hair falling in front of his eyes, “i’m confident.” you know he’s not lying either. there’s not much you know about gaming, or specifically, league of legends—but according to your mutual friends, heeseung seems to be a god at the game. yet, he seemed so antsy about something.

“so what are you gonna do about your little pre-competition ritual,” you hope to lighten his mood, easing him of whatever that was on his mind.

“what ritual?”

you clear your throat, “oh, um. your blowjob ritual..?”

the question was asked with playful intention, but heeseung didn’t react in such a way at all. the ritual, as you called it, was something heeseung accidentally created a few years ago when he had first gone pro. his situationship at the time gave him head right before he left as a sexy goodluck and a reminder of what he had waiting for him when he got back, but that day he had carried and won the competition for his entire team. 

the next year after that he had gotten with his girlfriend and had shyly asked her to suck him off, to which she agreed and it had officially become a routine for every competition, including smaller, less meaningful ones because it was that serious to him.

“you okay, hee?” 

“can i ask you something?” he suddenly speaks up, voice way louder than he intended, causing the both of you to cringe at the volume. “s-sorry.. can i?”

you nod slowly, “yeah, anything. is everything okay?”

heeseung thinks for a few moments before speaking again, “it’s a little personal and it’s okay if you are uncomfortable with this and you absolutely do not have to say yes but i need to at least ask.”

“heeseung just say it.” you’re obviously nervous now, feeling like you might’ve crossed a line with your own question. the usually goofy guy in front of you now carried a dead serious expression, and it made your palms sweaty.

“can you give me a blowjob before my competition this weekend?”

your reaction comes in three stages. the both of you stare at each other in silence for about three minutes before you burst out in laughter, which also lasts about three more minutes. but when you see heeseungs straight expression turn panicked, you go completely silent again.

“wait… seriously?” 

heeseung swallows before shaking his head timidly. he debated laughing along with you and passing it off as a complete joke but he felt the need to follow through. the room is silent again. your fingers subconsciously play with the zipper on his suitcase as you think about the question he just proposed to you. 

your best friend, whom you’ve experienced half your life with, just asked you if you could give him head before one of his league of legends competitions so he could win. and he meant it.

what was the right answer here?

“you.. you don't have to,” heeseungs heart feels like it’s about to fall out of his chest. why on earth would he ask such a thing to his only female friend? no less, his best friend.

it was a joke. yeah, a joke! oh my god, why would i ask that, you pervert! you should’ve seen your face! you guys joke like this all the time, this is no different. he could totally play this off coolly. 

“it’s fucking stupid, i know. but it seriously helps me and you know she would do it for me everytime.” he began rambling without even realizing it, heeseung’s mouth completely betrayed his mouth the second he opened it. the air is so thick with tension you would have to take a chainsaw to it. “y-you aren’t her, yeah, but i don’t know—it genuinely gets me through the competitions.”

heeseung lets out a shaky breath, “forget it. just ignore what i said.”

oh, he fucked up. why would he do that? what could he possibly do now when he could barely look you in the eye? heeseungs eyes flicker to the door. it’s less than ten feet away, i could leap off this couch and make it out of here in less than—

“well, no heeseung,” you cut him off, “i can’t just forget that you seriously asked me something like that.”

damnit. heeseungs fingers dig into his thighs. he felt nothing but shame. if you started slut shaming him right now, he wouldn’t even blame you.

“please don’t make this awkward. you can say no and we can forget this happened.”

you could tell heeseung wanted to rip his tongue out, and to see your best friend this distressed over something so silly made you want to drop everything and get rid of those feelings for him. 

“i mean, i never said no, did i..?” 

heeseung looks up, meeting your gaze with a shocked expression, “what?”

“yeah,” you nod, thinking over the initial question, “it doesn’t hurt to think about it. i mean, it’s not like you’re asking me to fuck you—a blowjob wouldn’t hurt us. especially if it’s going to help you.”

he blinks. heeseung might think you’re going insane, and he’s the one that asked you for the blowjob. no way you were actually considering this for him. and with the answer you gave him, he was close to picking you up and spinning you around in the living room just like every romcom. 

what did he do in his past life to gain such a supportive, pretty best friend.

“so… you’ll think about it?” your best friend's voice is quiet when he asks, like he’s scared to speak up any louder. “like, seriously?”

“yeah,” nodding your head, you flash him a reassuring smile. agreeing to suck off your friend before his professional video game competition, a totally normal request.

when heeseung leaves your apartment, you immediately cuss yourself out. why the fuck would you practically agree to that? what the hell have you gotten yourself into!

but when you think about telling the boy no, your heart cracks. why? you don’t know. but what you do know is that you would rather die than look at his big sad brown eyes when you tell him you can't give him a special blowjob for his special day.

you were no pro at sucking dick, but you were dedicated to this friendship.

heeseung bounced his leg with nervousness and anticipation. you texted him that you were on the way to his hotel, which would’ve been normal and completely fine considering you attend all of his comps, but today’s not just any other day. today was different.

you never answered his question.

he wonders if maybe you forgot about it. he also hopes you didn’t forget. ever since he asked you the big question, heeseung couldn’t get you out of his mind.

every night leading up to today, he’d lie awake staring at his ceiling trying to push every image of you sitting pretty between his legs out of his mind. the feeling of his cock hardening to the thought of you made him want to dive out of the nearest window.

it’s not like he didn’t think you were hot or that the idea of being intimate with you disgusted him, but it’s the fact that he promised to never be like every other guy.

the two of you were very close. from cuddling while watching movies to holding hands in a crowded area to heeseung trying to beat up creepy men at dive bars for you (you always hear him say “you should’ve seen the other guy”) you both had a tight knit friendship. he always promised that he would never cross that line. your best friend might be a total loser but he liked to consider himself a very well mannered gentleman at the same time.

that day, he did cross that already blurred line just by asking that perverted question. yet you were still attending something that meant the world to him when you could’ve told him to fuck off and die.

heeseung was ripped away from his thoughts when he heard a few loud, uneven knocks at the hotel door.

with sweaty hands and knees that felt like jelly, heeseung grips the door knob and opens it, completely fumbling the handle and plastering the fakest smile he could muster up. “hey.” at least his voice didn’t crack. “wha-at’s up?” what the fuck.

“hi!” you hold up two bags filled with a variety of snacks with a large smile on your face, completely oblivious to the man mentally crumbling into nothing right in front of you. “i brought some stuff for this weekend.”

he clears his throat and steps to the side, letting you enter his hotel room. heeseung averts his gaze to the ceiling as you walk by him, afraid of letting his eyes linger. what if he accidentally looks at your ass?

“what time does it start today?” you ask, still unaware of the emotional distress your male best friend was going through. so nonchalant and unmoving. maybe you did forget afterall. 

heeseung takes a seat at the desk in his hotel room, where he had a temporary p.c. set up in case he needed a practice game, settling his hands over his crotch because he was terrified that his dick would suddenly spring upwards if he looked at you one second too long, “uhh, it’s at six this time.”

“jeez… you guys won't be leaving until late then.” you glance at the clock and back to him. he has to leave very soon. but how do you casually start giving your best friend a blowjob within the next fifteen minutes.

“yeah, you know of all people that these things can go for hours. you’re gonna be there for the last few rounds right?”

you nod, wondering if heeseung could notice the way you’re practically gawking at him. was he always this hot? it’s stupid question when you’re fully aware of how attractive heeseung was and currently is. maybe it was the way he was dressed up for his competition tonight, or the way he leaned back on his hands and spread his legs comfortably, or it could be the small droplet of sweat dripping down his jawline onto his neck where you catch his adams apple bobbing when he swallowed. 

the baggy black hoodie that you knew he was wearing by itself with nothing underneath paired with his baggy jeans that sat so perfectly on his hips. and it didn’t help that his hair was freshly dyed that dark purple color you’ve always loved on him. he’s fucking hot, why else would you agree to do any of this?

you wonder if he’s thought about this as much as you have. is he nervous? is he vocal? how long does it take for him to get hard and how big is he?

“hey,” you don’t know where the confidence is coming from, but you find yourself sliding off the bed and kneeling in front of him with your hands on his knees, “you’re gonna do great and win this, like you always do.”

heeseung almost chokes on his own spit when you suddenly slip between his legs, “wha- what are you doing..?”

“well, you did ask for my help. or did you forget?” you ask him, genuine confusion taking over your once confident one. “i-if you already changed your-“

“no!” heeseung cuts you off, grabbing your hand with his sweaty ones. “i-i mean, i still do. i just didn’t think you were down.”

you rub your other hand up his thigh, fingers mere centimeters away from his crotch area. so close to where he needs you, yet so far. “of course i am. what good are best friends if they can’t help each other out?”

heeseungs breath hitches when your hand grazes the zipper of his jeans. he lets go of your other hand and you take it as a cue to keep going.

“just let me take care of you, hee.”

and for the first time ever, that nickname made his cock twitch.

just the view he had of you sitting pretty between his thighs, hesitant but still full of confidence as you softly palmed him through his jeans was enough for him to have him leak through the material.

“can i…” you ask quietly, fingers on the button of his jeans. he nods once and gulps as you immediately pop the button open and move to the zipper. it feels like hours pass by when you slowly tug it down and pull his pants down below his hips.

you couldn’t lie to yourself and say the bulge of his hardening cock, covered by his calvin kleins, wasn’t making your mouth water a little. you push his hoodie up slightly, and the way your cold fingertips graze his lower stomach as you grab the waistband of his boxers has his stomach tensing under your touch. you let out a small gasp when his cock practically springs upwards when you finally pull them down.

your best friend is absolutely packing. 

heeseung almost chuckles when he catches your reaction. 

“don’t laugh.”

“i’m not.”

“i can see it!” you argue back. “you’re about to laugh!”

arguing in this scenario only made sense for the two of you. this was probably the most serious you and heeseung have ever been with each other, and it was ironic considering it’s because of his dick.

“you’re just big. i mean i- i wasn’t expecting it.”

heeseung shrugs and holds his hands up in surrender, ”was i supposed to warn you? hey, my dick’s massive so be prepared when you come over to suck me off later.”

you had to admit, that did sound very egotistical and corny. and if he said something like that, it probably would’ve turned you off.

 heeseung was growing restless in the chair, trying his best not to move but it was difficult when his fully hardened dick was standing tall directly in front of your face.

“please just continue.”

“keep up that attitude, and you’re getting nothing. you know we have less than fifteen minutes.” you retort after hearing him scoff. 

“i can miss rehearsals.”

“heeseu-”

“god, please let me just fuck your mouth.”

oh god. were you supposed to be this turned on? you’ve never once heard your best friend sound this desperate and horny, not for you or anyone else. and something about the breathiness in his voice made you want to do more than just suck him off.

you bite your lip and look down in his lap, taking his cock in your hand with a soft but firm grip. you lean forward and let spit slowly drip from your mouth as you start pumping him. 

heeseung lets out a quiet groan and you look up at him—wide eyes that are practically asking, is this good? you continue to gently fist his cock, getting him nice and hard before you start using your mouth on him. 

“i really do hope you win.” is all you say before you kiss his tip and sink your mouth onto him.

the boy is practically seeing stars. you just started and he’s already moaning like a bitch. but it felt so good, he couldn’t rip his gaze from you, focused on the way your lips wrap around him tightly and the way your cheeks hollow out as you literally suck him in. 

“fuck, like that…” his hand finds sanctuary wrapped around your hair, not yet pushing you down on his cock completely, but more so as guidance. 

you let go of his cock with a pop and continue pumping him with your fist, licking the underside of his base while looking directly into his beautiful blown out brown eyes. heeseung lets out a groan and his head falls back against the chair, making him look somehow sexier than before.

“you don’t have to hold back heeseung,” you mumble, but the lust was evident in your tone. “don’t be gentle, this is all for you.”

“holy fuck, please don’t say that.” you giggle at his response and smile against his tip, smearing his precum across your lips before taking him back into your mouth. heeseung grips your hair tighter and pushes you further down his cock per your request. he can hear you inhale deeply through your nose as you attempt to take all of him. but of course you couldn’t without sacrificing your throat.

you stroke what you can’t fit and let heeseungs hand guide you up and down his cock. he uses all self control to not thrust into your mouth. heeseung hisses through his teeth every time your lips tighten around the tip of his dick, feeling somewhat more sensitive than he usually is. which he couldn’t find in himself to even be embarrassed.

a guttural moan rips from his throat when your hand comes up to squeeze his balls, offering a helping hand in making him cum sooner. time was ticking and it made you anxious, but heeseung did not have a single care in the world, especially after what you just pulled.

he almost wishes he knew how fucking good you were at giving head before all of this. your mouth was so warm, wet and tight around his cock. heeseung genuinely thinks this is one of the best blowjobs he’s ever gotten — he was on cloud fucking nine. his hips buck, suddenly pushing his cock deep inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. you let out a surprised cough, but that reaction only spurs your best friend on, pushing your head down until your nose is brushing against his lower stomach.

maybe it was the fact that you’re his best friend. sure, it’s not taboo by any means, but there are lines that are never to be crossed in these sorts of relationships, but a few rules could be broken.

“oh my god,” he whines, “you’re so good at this. fuck–god, don’t stop.”

his words, his moans, his whines—they all send tingles down your spine and straight to your core. you couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your cunt for any longer. 

you continue to squeeze and fondle his balls as you let heeseung completely take over and guide your head deeper down his cock, thrusting his hips upwards and meeting your mouth halfway. your other hand grips his thigh, an attempt at keeping you stable and relaxed as he abuses your throat with the tip of his cock. 

the groan that leaves your mouth when he tugs your hair tighter is accidental, causing you to look up at heeseung to see how he’s holding up. he looks beautiful like this. a pink blush across his cheeks, damp forehead, and hazy red eyes. you were surely dripping through your panties now. 

“yeah? you like t-this too, huh?” heeseung spits out. now you’re almost jealous of every woman he’s managed to pull, because fuck did that just turn you on even more. “want me to use your mouth however i want?”

you moan in response, nodding your head. you could easily tell he was still nervous and trying to gauge the way you respond to him, heeseung lets out a long exhale as he shoves your head down his cock again. tears line your eyes and threaten to spill over, as you try to relax your throat to take him completely. 

“y-you’re taking me so well, y’know that? so good, baby.”

immediately, your hand that was once on heeseungs thigh is making its way down and into your shorts. you were soaked and you could feel it through the rough fabric.

heeseung lets out another choked moan when he notices your hand slipping inside your shorts, circling your clit as you let him use your throat as he pleased. how badly he also wished you would just take those stupid shorts off and let him see exactly what you’re doing. the boys brain short circuits when he pictures you laid out all dolled up just for him, legs spread wide as you showed him how you make yourself feel good when no one else can.

“playing with yourself while you let me use this pretty throat…” heeseung groans, lifting your head for a mere second before pushing you down his cock again. your hand tightens around his balls and he whimpers at the sudden action. “f-fuck, wait don’t do that.”

you let out a whine, tears falling down your cheeks, you were already so close and heeseung hasn’t even come yet.

heeseung gets rougher, no longer guiding your head but meeting you halfway by thrusting his hips upwards. your lips were burning and there was spit completely covering your other hand and chin. but still, you continue to suck his cock as if it were your last meal, letting him force his way down your throat. 

“‘m so close. so fucking close.” now you're both whimpering. “fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum soon, baby. keep going, please, hah–you feel so fucking good.”

his words were enough for you to hit your peak, an orgasm washing over your body immediately. you’re squirming and whining, sending vibrations down heeseungs cock. 

“ah, fuck,” he continues to let words fall out of his mouth in the form of broken moans, “y-yeah, ‘ts so good. feels so good. i cant—i can’t hold it.” heeseung suddenly pushes your head all the way down, your nose making contact with the soft hair at the base of his cock, and he cums. 

thick, hot ropes of cum covering the back of your throat. you’re gagging and choking at the full, suffocating feeling, wanting to pull back so badly, but he doesn’t stop—not until he’s milked completely dry. 

after what feels like an eternity, he lets go and you pull away, gasping and coughing but swallowing most of his cum in the process. your hands fly to your neck and you massage it while you try to catch your breath.

heeseung on the other hand was breathing heavily, unaware of your struggling breathing because he was too busy basking in the aftermath of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had.

“holy fuck.” he breathes out. his hand laid atop of where his heart was pounding in his chest, rubbing the area as if the repeated action was going to calm it down.

you look up at the male, who seemed like he was about to pass out, feeling suddenly alerted. “hee, you have to go.” your voice is raspy and weak.

“i can’t.” he responds, out of breath. “that was amazing. i literally can’t move.”

you stand up and pull him upwards with you, balancing him carefully when he stumbles forward. “seriously, you have to go… like right now!” now you’re putting his cock away for him, he hisses loudly at the roughness in which you handle it, but you ignore it and zip up his jeans. “now.”

heeseung sighs and looks down at you, holding you by the shoulders. “did you.. get off like that?”

you tighten your lips and nod hesitantly.

“good god, you’re a fucking angel.” he breathes out, wanting nothing more than to throw you down on the bed and fuck you until he physically cannot. “please, please be here when i get back, i’m literally begging you.”

you nod at him, reassuring him that you’ll be here when he’s done as you usher him out of the hotel room. “i will, hee. just go.” you suppose this is what best friends are for after all.

“and do not show up to the comp tonight or i will be hard the entire fucking time.”

the hotel door slams and it makes heeseung jump out of his skin. you rushed him out so fast that he felt like a sneaky link escaping your room so nobody would find out. except it was his room and he didn’t care if anyone knew. 

heeseung pats down his front and back pockets, immediately turning around because he realized he didn’t have a single one of his necessary items on him.

a soft, hesitant knock pulls you away from the bathroom sink where you were trying to rinse the sticky coating your best friends cum left behind in the back of your throat. you pull open the door, revealing a very embarrassed heeseung with disheveled hair pushed back under his hoodie.

“what are you doing back? you literally have minutes before the event starts.” you question him. he hooks his thumbs in his pockets and kicks his foot at the carpeted hotel floor nervously.

“i.. um, i left my phone… and door key… and also my wallet.” he mutters, unable to look you in the eye. one glance at you had his dick and brain feeling all fuzzy and warm. your eyes were red from when you teared up earlier and your lips were swollen and moist. “can you please grab them?”

you nod and spin around, walking around the room as you frantically collect the items he needed. quickly, you walk towards him again, pushing everything against his chest, not caring that he was struggling to carry it all. 

“go.”

“y-yes ma’am,” heeseung blurts out before walking away, not before tripping over his own feet and cursing himself out under his breath.

the event had started as soon as heeseung got down to the lobby where it was being held, being immediately ushered into a room where he waited for his team to start. he couldn’t even bother to participate in any pre-game interviews or cheers because he could not get his mind off of you.

now that he had recovered from his post orgasm bliss, the post nut clarity was hitting hard and god was he starting to feel all sorts of unwanted emotions. guilt, sadness, horniness, more sadness.

did he completely fuck up what you guys had? were you mad at him—is that why you rushed to get him out of the room? 

he was overthinking everything. but he couldn’t help it. not when there was a possibility of you leaving the hotel right now and blocking his number.

as he followed his teammates out to the lobby, where the main stage was set up, his eyes scanned the area in search of you even though he told you not to show up. perhaps his message came off wrong… maybe you think you’re unwanted now. like you had one purpose and it was to–

“...lee heeseung?”

heeseung looks up, not even registering that all eyes were on him, waiting for his pre-competition speech. he stands up, almost tripping over the chair in the process before gabbing the mic from the MC with sweaty hands. 

he smiles awkwardly when she side eyes him while wiping her hands on her pants and steps back, letting the camera capture the panicked male in his entirety, “uh.. yeah. th-thanks for coming out or tuning in to watch and support us once again. we won’t disappoint.”

the mic is ushered back into the MC’s hands before heeseung is quickly taking a seat again, trying to ignore all the attention. he just needs to get through this… that’s it. then he’s free to fix whatever he possibly destroyed between the two of you. if he even did such a thing.

five hours. five whole hours that heeseung had to endure before he could even think about leaving. and it was awful.

it was to the point where he had to buy merch from his own team just to get out of his soaked through hoodie because he could not stop the anxious sweating. even his teammates were concerned and asked if he needed to step down tonight, but he persisted. because honestly, he needed the distraction. even if it barely worked.

because as soon as heeseung saw a clearing, he was booking it to the elevator, ignoring the baffled stares from the press. he won, sure,  but nothing was worth celebrating when he had no idea what was going through your mind right now. it seemed so, so good in the moment and he’s mentally praying that you didn’t budge. that you wanted this just as badly as he did.

standing in front of his hotel room door, heeseung practices all the dialogue outloud over and over again, gaining weird stares from the few people passing by. 

“look, it was—it was good… really good and i understand if you don’t want anything more-“ he pauses as a younger couple walks behind him, obviously whispering about him. heeseung gives them a soft smile and wave. “i’m just.. just talking to myself.”

they simply nod. he rests his forehead against the wooden door and sighs. it’s now or never. he places the keycard against the metal lock and waits for it to blink green. with a hand on the knob, he counts down and turns it, pushing the door open with confidence.

except it doesn’t open. even after a few more pushes, it doesn’t budge any wider than three centimeters.

and before heeseung could even begin to think clearly, he panics instead. the door remained open as far as it could possibly go, “he-hey… you in there?” he called out with a shaky voice. there’s no response, and he couldn’t listen for any movement, not over the white noise coming from the ac unit in the room. 

anxiety rises in his throat. “i get it if you think things are weird between us now… i really do.” heeseung leans his body against the door, his face right next to the opening so you could hear him clearly if you were in the room still. “i thought that you thought it was great and that you enjoyed it as much as i did. but i know i can be oblivious and maybe i read into it wrong?”

it was pathetic, really. the way his body was slumped against the door as he practically clawed at the gap revealing a sliver into the room. heeseung wasn’t even sure you were in there, and any rational thinking was left downstairs, because how else would the deadbolt be holding the door shut if you weren’t in there.

“i still want us to be friends if anything so please just.. if you’re in there please let me in so we can talk.” he shifts his weight, looking behind him in case he needs to room with one of his teammates. “if you’re not then… then i’m going insane. god i just want y-“

heeseung doesn’t even register that he’s fallen completely flat on the ground until you shout his name. 

“heeseung! are you okay? why were you leaning against the door? i was trying to open it for you and-“

but your words are defeaned by the ringing in his ears, not because it hurt really fucking bad when he fell, but because he’s shocked to the core that you were kneeled in front of him.

“you’re still here…?” 

you look at him in confusion and he finally pulls himself together. he notices the wet hair first, then your bare shoulders then does he finally notice the thin hotel towel wrapped around your body. oh.

“i said i’d be here… i locked the door because i was showering and was scared room service would come in.” you shyly admit to him. 

“oh.”

you nod and give him a tight smile. the two of you were still on the ground and you’re not sure if it was the right moment to help him up yet.

“did you hear everything i said?”

“every word.”

“oh.”

heeseung suddenly pushes himself upwards, knocking into you and sending you falling backwards onto your ass. “oh fuck.”

“heeseung, it’s oka-“

he grabs you in an attempt to “save” you but it only causes you to panic and grab him at the same time, causing you both to fall to the ground together before you could even get back up.

and now heeseung has to try really fucking hard to not look down and stare at the towel that fell right below your tits, now only being held up by his hands on your sides.

“did you win?”

your best friend lets out a laugh, finding the question almost relieving because of how casual it was considering the situation the both of you ended up in, “of course i won.”

you smile at him, resting a hand on his chest, immediately noticing the new shirt, “so it worked.”

“it did. it worked almost too well.” his voice was low now, he was trying to study you just by your body language now. he overreacted for nothing.

you didn’t even attempt to move away from him, or wiggle out of his hold. and you continued to keep the same alluring smile on your face, not letting it falter once. you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, “so… do you want to continue your speech?”

“what speech?” as soon as he speaks those words, he realizes exactly what you were talking about. he lowers his head in embarrassment, eyes locking onto your breasts. “i don’t wanna talk about it actually…”

“you don’t? so you wanna stay just friends?”

heeseung lifts his head, eyes blown out in panic. “wait—no! no… that’s not fair.”

you giggle at his vulnerable state. it was endearing to you and you were sure of your decision at this moment. 

“it’s not funny.” he looked like a puppy, lips pouting and eyes full of guilt and sorrow, but all you could see was yourself in the center of his pupils. you knew that his words and actions meant way more than what he let on. “i thought i scared you away with my… you know.”

you shush him and place your hand on his jaw, turning his head towards yours, “i know, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“really? i was terrified thinking you thought i used you to get off for this stupid gaming shit.”

his words made your heart flutter, because even though he was terrible with words, you still understood what he was trying to say. 

“i feel the same way, heeseung.”

his eyes flicker with confusion. did he black out and confess already? “what? i’m confused.”

“i know you like me—“ the male goes to speak but you stop him with a finger to his lips. “and i do too! why else would i even agree to such a thing. why else would i stay? you know i don’t do these things just for pleasure.”

“r-right.” heeseung clears his throat but it doesn’t help because he honestly had no idea what to say. so he lets his body talk. his eyes leave yours and follow the few droplets of water racing each other down your chest. 

“i really do like you.”

“i know.”

“and i seriously want to be with you.”

“is that so?”

“and i couldn’t stop thinking about you during the comp.”

“really now.”

“yes, i was confused. my dick was confused.”

you roll your eyes and release yourself from his hold, pulling the towel up over your chest and standing. heeseung remains on his knees, watching as you walk away from him. panic strikes him for the fourth time that night and he stands up, following you to the other side of the room. “wait, hold on!”

“no, i’m tired of waiting.” you sigh and plop down onto the mattress, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

it’s like a lightbulb went off in his head. oh. he understands now, he really really understands now. this is a new look coming from you, one that he caught a mere glimpse of earlier, one that he’s never seen before—in what context would he have been able to?

“i am so,” heeseung hovers over you, lowering himself and resting his hands right beside your legs. you lean backwards, guiding him onto the bed. “so glad you said yes.”

“why?”

“how else could i get you like this?” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw line. “can’t think of a better way to make you mine.”

it would’ve been sweet, it really would have. except you both only came to this realization that you had feelings for each other because you gave him a blowjob as a helping hand to his professional gaming pre-competition ritual.

“well, normally people start by confessing their feelings before getting sexually involved with their best friends.”

heeseungs face heats up at your response, mostly because you were right. “i don’t think our friendship has ever been normal by society standards.”

“touché.” 

you lean back, pulling him closer to you by his t-shirt, the cotton was embarrassingly damp from his sweat. “are you nervous?”

he chuckles softly and nods, “i was.”

“because of me?” you ask him slyly, by now your back was against the pillows, wet hair sticking to the soft pillow cases. 

“i was losing my mind.” heeseung responds with an exhale. you bring your knees up to his sides, trapping him between your legs, not that he minded. you were being cocky but he found himself slowly becoming obsessed with that side of you.

the towel was just laying lazily across your torso, and your ass was bare against his hips. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and after waiting hours for him to come back, you wanted nothing more than to just rip through the fabric and take him all night.

and heeseung was doing no better than you were. he had to slow each and every movement because his hardon was painful at this point, tight against the zipper.

“i seriously need you right now or i might start climbing these walls.” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against yours. your eyelashes brush against his, and you realize that this moment felt more intimate than anything you experienced with him earlier in the day.

“i’m not going anywhere.”

his lips are against yours in seconds, pushing you flat against the pillow as he captures you in a kiss that showed every feeling he wanted to convey but didn’t have the words to. he moves down to your jaw then chin, then back to your lips. like he couldn’t focus on one part of you, and was making up for time.

your hands are gripping at the t-shirt sticking to his skin, moving lower to hook your fingers under the soft cotton. he lets you pull it over his head with ease, messing his purple hair up in the process.

his hips grind against you when he leans back down to trap you in a kiss so passionate that your teeth are clashing against each other. 

god, he didn’t even know where to start. you laid under him so pliant and willing, letting him have you all to himself. his brain was a puddle splashing around against his skull. meanwhile, you pull back, tugging on his bottom lip with a smirk as you slowly pull the towel to the side, revealing everything you had to offer to heeseung.

heeseung settles between your legs, leaning back on his legs. he brings his hand down to your breast, thumb ghosting over your soft buds as he slides down your side, “i could spend all night staring at you.”

“don’t,” you hum, pulling on his arm to tug him closer again, “you can stare all you want when you’re inside me.”

your words make him gulp. that one sentence set him back in reality, the one where he was between your legs itching to fuck you. this was unreal to heeseung, you were all his.

heeseung lowers his gaze, his heart almost dropping to his ass when he lays his eyes on the one thing he’s been thinking about all night other than your destroyed friendship. you instinctively try to close your legs but his hands are quick to grab your thighs and keep them held open around his hips.

nothing in the world was more beautiful than the gift you kept between your thighs. you were serious when you mentioned that you were tired of waiting, it was obvious in the way you were soaking wet, slick spilling from your lips to your inner thighs. heeseung begins to move back on his knees, situating himself to absolutely devour you but you stop him before he could get any further.

“no.” you pull him by his wrist and he shoots you a confused look, a glint of terror in his eyes because he thinks he offended you somehow. 

“what… why?” heeseung asks you, his hands ghosting over your skin now.

“because i told you i want you inside of me. now.” 

he has to stop his eyes rolling to the back of his head. as much as he wanted to eat you out and give you the pleasure you deserve for hours, he cannot ignore the way his cock went from a sweet, sensational throb to the most painful hard on heeseungs ever had.

you watch as he fumbles with the button on his jeans, cursing to himself when it gets stuck. it was truly endearing, seeing him like this, and it reminds you of the years of friendship you had with this man, and how lucky you were to have him in your life to this day. of course, you never expected this day to come either. you also never expected heeseung to be so eager to make you cum. 

he pushes his jeans past his hips, finally freeing himself from the confinement of the fabric. there was sweat dripping from his forehead and he was hoping to god that it wouldn’t turn you off now. 

“are you sure?” 

“i’m sure,” you reassure him, trying to keep eye contact with him. he stutters in his movements, like he was unsure of what to do next and you roll your eyes, “heeseung just fuck me already.”

“o-okay, yes ma’am.”

if it weren’t for his tip sliding through your wet folds, you would’ve laughed in his face. but you couldn’t because heeseung was torturing not only you but himself, gliding his length up and down sending shivers down your spine every time he puts pressure on your clit. the action makes your thighs push together, heeseung grunts and holds your legs at an angle, suddenly stronger than what you’ve seen from him.

finally, when he decides to stop edging himself, he slides his cock in slowly, eyes rolling back when he feels your walls squeeze him tightly. you were doing your best to adjust to his size since you were both too eager, but it was damn near impossible. maybe he should have given you a heads up.

“jesus heeseung, you’re huge!” you breathe out, gripping whatever you possibly could to ground yourself. he shakes his head and groans, pulling out just slightly before pushing back in, his hips flush against you. this makes you gasp out, reaching for him.

heeseung leans into your touch, letting you wrap around his neck. he starts off with slow, sensual thrusts, like he was trying to savor each and every feeling you were giving him without even doing much. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, letting out soft groans with every thrust as he gradually speeds up his pace. you could feel the sweat dripping off his skin onto yours, and to most people it’d be a turn off, but for you it was a confidence booster because you knew it was you that made him this nervous and feel this good.

your grip on him tightens when he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, occasionally biting down when a particular movement feels just right to him. heeseungs pace is quicker now, the sound of wetness filling up the small hotel room. each whine that leaves your mouth goes straight to heeseungs cock and he has to hold back from cumming way too early just for you. 

he brings his head up just enough for you to feel his breath his your ear, “you feel so good… so fucking good.”

you try to respond but the way his tip was kissing that spot deep inside of you, you knew it’d just come out as gibberish. heeseung shakily brings himself back up to hover over you, repositioning himself before slamming back into you. his eyebrows furrow like he was focused, and god was it the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. 

before you could do anything else, he leans back down, slotting his lips perfectly against yours again. you moan into his mouth and he eats up every little noise you give him. 

heeseungs movements get sloppier and desperate, not just his thrusts but his entire body was trembling just enough for you to notice. his hands were suddenly all over your body, unable to stay in one spot. he breaks the kiss and lowers his head, choking out a string of intelligible words. “hah—shit… fuck!” his lips attach to your tit, sucking and pulling at your nipple with his teeth. 

he lets go with a loud pop, “can’t,” he thrusts deeper, “really can’t,” it’s pathetic now, “i’m g-gonna cum, baby.” he was panting against your skin, and you could tell he was about to lose his mind in you. 

“please, hee.” you whine in response. he brings his hand down and attacks your clit with his fingers, pinching and rubbing in fervor. you back arches and you let a sound out that was similar to a yelp.

but the poor man was closer than he thought, and all it took was you clenching around him once for him to let go and cum inside of you. his moans come out in stutters, and he repeatedly apologizes to you while continuing to thrust deep and hard, making sure you finish just as good as he did.

“f-fuck, i’m so– so sorry,” heeseung pushes your knees against your chest, finding a quick pace once again. his face contorts in pleasure, overstimulated as fuck but he was a gentleman and he would be damned if he couldn’t prove that.

in fact, he was ashamed that he came so early. 

“please… god, please cum, baby.” 

his subtle begging woke something up inside of you, something that was locked away. oh my god. heeseung doesn’t dare stop nor does he slow down, this was everything he’s ever prayed for in his life. 

heeseung was in pure bliss–he was high off of your pussy–fucking into you like it was something he should’ve done approximately four years, one hundred and thirty seven days ago. this moment couldn’t possibly ever be ruined for him. making you cum was his life's mission now, especially after seeing you pleasure yourself with your fingers while his cock was practically down your throat earlier that afternoon.

you choke out a moan and grab his wrist, keeping it still as your orgasm hits you with full force, strong enough to make you lightheaded. the feeling of an overload of wetness brings you back just as quickly. you gasp and attempt to sit up, but the overwhelming sensations of pleasure knock you back down.

heeseung was in a fucking trance. you squirted, and he was the one to make you do so. pride and satisfaction filled him up, just as his cock filled you up for a second time. 

“fuck–i’ve never…” you breathe out softly, still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. heeseung grips your knees, spreading your legs wide to look at the mess the two of you made, and you could feel him harden inside of you.

he doesn’t even look up at you, it felt like he was stuck in a trance. “never..?” he just repeats the word in utter disbelief, a tone that makes you question yourself for a second. 

within seconds, heeseung is pulling out of you at an almost painful speed and laying flat on his stomach in between your thighs. you don’t get a single moment to react to any of this before his tongue is flat on your cunt, licking a long stripe upwards. 

“heeseung!” you cry out, sitting up quickly. you weren’t even recovered from your previous orgasm and he was already back at it, this time with his mouth. he pulls you closer by your hips, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

he lifts his head and just the sight of his lips and chin covered in your mixed juices was almost enough to have you cumming on his face. “lay down.” and you have no choice but to listen when his lips wrap around your clit.

he eats you out with zero shame and not an ounce of care in his body knowing he was slurping up his own cum simultaneously. his tongue dips inside your fluttering hole, drinking up your juices with pleasure. you could tell at this point that it wasn’t just for your pleasure, but for his.

you pull at his faded purple hair, it was too much and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good before. “oh god, i’m gonna cum. heeseung don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

he wouldn’t dare dream of stopping there. his tongue flicks over your clit and it sends you reeling, your body jolts, sending you sitting upright again as another orgasm washes over you. you’re squealing and pushing him away, crossing your legs all while he stares up at you with shock written all over his face.

“what’s wrong?” he questions you as if he didn’t put your body through two of the most life changing orgasms that you’ll ever experience. the lower half of his face was drenched in your combined juices, and you could clearly see his own cum drip from his lower lip.

you shake your head, the words were refusing to come out, “just… sensitive. holy shit, heeseung.”

his tongue darts out to lick his bottom hip and he sits up, revealing his hard, leaking cock to you once more, “is that good or bad?” he asks you, trapping you with his arms. 

what a stupid question, you think. heeseung knew that as well, but it did look like you were running away from him with the way you scoot back flush against the headboard. the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, and you knew exactly where you’d be for the rest of the night and possibly the next day. 

“you look so pretty like this,” he eyes you up and down, taking in the afterglow that coats your skin. 

heeseung had no other plans except for making up for everything he could’ve given you for the last four years of your friendship, not until you were both beyond satiated and fatigued. 

“please don’t make me stop.”

𓂃 . 𐑞 masterlist ︶ ⟢

a/n: it had to stop here for my mental health

[lheesluv]

CUDDLE F*CK WITH HEESEUNG PLEASE PLEASEEEE I MISS YOUR WRITING

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, nipple play, choking, cumming inside, squirting.

ok fine i’ll admit it feels like i haven’t written for hee in a long time </3

but thinking about sitting on his lap on the couch, your back pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

you guys are watching a movie, your head buried in the crook of his neck. you don’t know what it is, whether it’s how good he smells or how tightly he’s holding you or the way he’s caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. but you are getting turned on rapidly.

you glance up at heeseung’s face. from the looks of if, he seems engaged in the movie, paying no mind to the fact that your panties are getting wetter by the second.

you readjust yourself on his lap, nuzzling even closer to him. he hums softly in response to the feeling of you “accidentally” sliding your ass back on his dick, then refocuses on his movie.

you try to do the same. you try and watch the movie and dismiss your horny-ness, but subconsciously you’re shifting and squirming, unable to get comfortable.

“what is it, baby?” heeseung asks you, noticing your discomfort.

“nothin’,” you respond. “sorry.”

he squeezes your hip. “tell me.”

“no, nothing,” you repeat.

“okay,” he accepts.

he goes in to place a quick peck up on your lips, but as he goes to pull back, your grab the back of his neck and keep him attached. you can feel him smirk against your lips, understanding your issue now.

the quick kiss idea turns into a makeout session, your neck twisted uncomfortably in order to keep your lips together. you don’t care, though. you just want to feel him and taste him.

you start jutting your hips up in desperate, getting only more turned on when heeseung slides his tongue into your mouth. you moan, rubbing yours against his, and grip the fabric of his t-shirt, desperate for more.

“god, baby,” he says, pulling back for a moment. “why are you so worked up?”

“just you,” you respond, pulling him back in.

this time, he trails his hand down your body while kissing you, landing on your covered pussy. instead of actually doing anything real, he just leaves his hand sitting there, heavy on your pelvis.

“please,” you beg into his mouth, setting your hand on top of his.

“take your pants off,” he instructs.

you’re quick to do, shuffling out of your pants and underwear, leaving your lower half bare in his lap.

he spreads his own legs apartment, positioning you so your sprawled out on top of him, back still to his chest and your feet resting on top of his knees.

your lay your head back against his chest, gasping as his fingers find your clit. he rubs in little circles, sighing against the back of your head.

“oh, sweetheart,” he coos, dragging his fingers down your slit. “you’re soaked. you like this? you like laying on me like this?”

“yes, hee,” you whimpered, turning your head to the side to face his neck. “it feels so good.”

he rubbed your pussy, fingers slippery from your arousal. the warmth of his chest radiated to your body, making you even more aroused. just feeling him, feeling his cock press into your ass, was so good.

“take your shirt off,” he demands.

still softly playing with your pussy, your slip out of your shirt, now completely naked on top of a fully closed heeseung.

“that’s it,” he growled. “lay back for me now. look at those pretty tits. fuck, my girl is perfect.”

he brings his free hand up to one of your tits, pinching your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. he then rubs it at the same time as he rubs your cunt.

you’re so far gone, starting to drool as he slides his middle and ring finger into your quivering pussy.

“oh my god, hee,” you mumble, fucking yourself on his fingers. “i’m getting close.”

your pussy is so wet that the sound of him fingering you is loud, the squelching even louder than the movie that’s gone unnoticed in front of you.

“you’re so fucking hot like this,” he mumbles in your ear, switching his hand over to pay attention to your other nipple. “love seeing you on top of me like this, baby. i’m so hard.”

you moan out, pushing your body back onto his. he can feel from the way you’re clenching and unclenching around his fingers that you’re close, that any second now you’re going to come undone.

“hee!” you cry out, suddenly squeezing around his fingers.

he groans as you cum, rapidly fucking your hips back and forth on his fingers. you whimper as it washes over you, feeling all the heat and knot coming undone in your stomach.

he hardly even gives you a second to calm down before he’s eagerly pulling his cock out of his pants and lining his leaky, glistening pink tip up with your dripping cunt.

he pulls your hips down, sinking your cunt onto his length.

“ohh, yeah,” he moans, bringing both hands up to your tits.

he gives them a generous squeeze before tweaking your nipples again, slowly lifting his hips up and lowering them back down.

“shit, hee,” you moan, looking up at him with big, watery eyes. “feels so deep like this.”

“yeah,” he agrees. “feels so good fuckin’ you, my dirty girl.”

you hum in satisfaction as his thrusts start speeding up, his balls slapping against your ass at this rate.

his tip was hitting your deepest spot, knocking the words and air from right out of you. all you could do was sit there and pathetically take his cock.

suddenly, he was trailing one of his hands up from your breast and wrapping it around your throat. he squeezed slightly, eliciting a gasp from you.

“fuck,” he grunted. he brought his other hand down to rub your clit. “want you to cum again, hm? want you squirting all over my cock.”

you nodded since you couldn’t speak, feeling your stomach tighten against at the feeling of his fingers lazily rubbing your puffy clit.

he squeezed your neck slightly harder, enough to make you lightheaded, and that was what finally pushed you over the edge.

you squeezed his hand and he released his grasp, and you were then cumming all over his big dick. liquid came gushing out of you, drenching his cock just like he wanted.

“oh yeah,” he moaned, tapping your clit with his fingers to get the most out of you that he could. “that’s it, get it all nice and wet, baby. fuck, getting it everywhere.”

you were getting it everywhere, squirting all over your thighs, his thighs, the couch, and even the coffee table in front of you.

“hee,” you whined lazily, head lolling back on his chest. you were completely spent. “need your cum.”

“yeah, you need it?” he asked, a frantic tone to his voice as he could feel his approaching. “you want me to cum inside you?”

“please,” you beg.

“i got you,” he says, fucking your spent body at an overstimulating pace. “gonna give you all my cum, baby. fill you with every last—fuck—drop. oh fuck, i’m cumming, baby.”

his thrusts came to a quick halt and you could feel his hot load spurting deep in your cunt. he moaned loudly, shamelessly, his arm holding you down on him like a seatbelt.

he fucked his hips up into you once more, getting every last bit of cum out before finally pulling out.

“that was so fuckin’ hot,” he said, pushing some of your hair out of your sweaty face for you.

“it was,” you confirm. “but i don’t think i can move now.”

he laughed, kissing the side of your face.

“i’ll carry you to bed.”

-

a/n guys this was…………this was a lot. filthy as hell like woah. something overcomes me when i write for heeseung 💔

[lheesluv]

「 もっと足開け。全部見せて。」 ♡⁠ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

── ﹙✧﹚Heeseung - f.reader, rough sex, creampie, hair pulling, public sex (against the window), squirt (suggestion) dominance/submission, sloppy kissing, cervix penetration, overstimulation, mdni.

This scene came to life with ‘Often’ playing in the background, blame the ovulation, the tension, and the complete lack of self-control. Sometimes you don’t need a solid reason to end up imagining how it feels being fucked against a window. Just chemistry, timing… and a Heeseung who’s dangerously good at losing it.

The city flickers on the other side of the glass, completely ignored as your body shakes with each thrust. You have your hands braced against the window, fingers leaving traces on the fogged-up glass, your thighs trembling with each hip jerk. He holds you by the hips as if you were a trophy, as if this position had been designed to make you fall apart just like that. And you do, inevitably you do. Wetness pools between your legs, his cock sliding in and out with an obscene, thick sound, so wet it seems unreal. Your walls throb around him, increasingly sensitive, open to punishment, to pleasure. He has you completely arched, your back arched and your ass facing him, exposed, used, worshipped violently.

“I want everyone out there see who you belong to, to know who is the only one who can fuck this perfect pussy of yours.” He growls against your ear as his pelvis slams against your buttocks—deliciously bruised from his previous spanking—with a brutal, steady rhythm. There are no pauses, no compassion. He fucks you with precision, with suppressed rage, with a desire that needs no words to reveal itself. Each thrust pushes you against the window, the cold of the glass contrasting with the heat welling up from your core.

Your skin burns, your clit throbs with each stroke. Sweat mixes with the wetness dripping between your legs, and every time he sinks deep inside, you feel him opening you further, stretching you from the inside, everything inside you shaking to accommodate him. As if your body belonged to him and he knew exactly how to receive him.

The rhythm intensifies, shaking you whole. There's no respite. The pressure inside you grows until it becomes unbearable. Your muscles tense, and you feel a new wave of fluid wet your thighs, a liquid spasm that bursts forth without permission, covering everything, dripping down his cock while he doesn't stop. Your legs buckle, yet he holds you. He continues fucking you through the trembling, not allowing you to stray for even a second from that sensation that borders on the ache of so much pleasure. His pelvis collides with your wet ass; the friction is hot, sticky, almost cruel. And your walls suck him in, clinging to him as your body surrenders to a deep, wet, breathless spasm.

Your pussy throbs around his cock as if it's milking him, as if his body is the only thing that can calm you. And he keeps going, keeping you open, arched, wet, spilling yourself onto his cock again and again. There's no tenderness in his hands. Only desire, and an insatiable need. He uses you with brutal devotion while your hands remain there, splayed against the fogged-up glass, barely holding you up as he pushes you against him with each thrust.

His cock sinks to the hilt with a steady, brutal rhythm. But what's driving him wildest isn't the sight of your arched back, or the sweat running down your waist. It's how he feels inside you, your insides receiving him like a soft, throbbing cage, adjusting to his every movement with a precision that doesn't seem natural. He encloses him, squeezes him in waves, as if milking him. There's no escape... he traps him with every withdrawal, with every advance. He feels the inner flesh tighten around him, dripping wet, warm, elastic, pulsing. And that texture... Fucking texture!

The constant friction of his veins against your inner folds, the heat that seems to concentrate only in that deep channel that devours him, presses against him from every angle, caressing him as if your body knew exactly where he's most sensitive. Every time he enters, his glans brushes against something swollen, soft, slimy... making him shudder.

"Your little cunt is absorbing me, princess. It won't let me out," he murmurs, his voice cracking, barely audible over the rhythm of his breathing. It's not an exaggeration; it's literally how he feels. Every time he tries to pull back, your inner walls cling, tightening around his hardened shaft, sticky, slathered in a thick, ever-growing mixture. It's as if you're licking him from the inside, as if your body wants to absorb him until there's nothing left.

He moans. Low, deep, through gritted teeth. Your spasms betray you. You're on the edge again. It shows in the way your body trembles, in the tension in your thighs, in the way your inner muscles contract around his cock with increasing desperation, as if they wanted to empty him right there, to force the orgasm out of him. He feels how it becomes harder to keep moving. Your insides become tighter, more sensitive, more urgent. There's not as much room to push anymore: everything in you closes, wet, throbbing, clinging to his thickness, compressing his veins, forcing him to stay.

One more jerk, another spasm, until you come hard and long. Your body contracts violently, soaking his cock. Another wave trickles from inside you, soaking him, coating his pelvis, wetting his thighs, his balls, dirtying him with your pleasure. Your walls clench uncontrollably, broken, hot, full. And all he can do is hold you and let himself be squeezed. Your pussy contract around him as if it has a life of its own. A channel of flesh desperate to spit out the pleasure you can't contain. And he... he stays inside. Deep inside. Because there's nowhere else he wants to be.

And he's not done yet, he's going deeper than before. The wet, raw sound of his cock slamming into you resonates through the room, amplified by the echoes of the fogged-up window, by your body trembling against the glass, and by his pelvis constantly slamming into your ass. He holds you there, held with one arm firmly around your waist, and the other slides down to grab your thigh and lift it, spreading you even wider, leaving you completely open for him. The angle changes. His cock enters straighter, deeper, more brutally. You feel the thick, wet smack against your cervix, the direct brush of the swollen tip ramming into you with raw force. Your pussy swallows him hungrily, sucks him in, encases him, tightens around him with every pulse and every shudder, completely surrendered to the thickness, the hardness, the veins that scrape the wet flesh inside and leave behind a hot, burning, insatiable sensation.

Heeseung growls against your ear. A low, guttural, suppressed growl… desperate. And then he grabs your hair, gently but firmly, just to make you tilt your head to the side. His mouth takes over yours as if he needs to devour you right then and there, and it's not a sweet, chaste kiss. It's tongue, saliva, shared gasps between wet lips. He bites you, licks you, absorbs you. And he doesn't stop moving, his hips continue to jerk, more erratic, more rhythmic, until his cock begins to throb inside you. You feel it tremble, swell, harden even more amidst all that squirting friction. He's ready. Your pussy clings to him violently, almost pleadingly.

"Look at me, I need to look into your beautiful eyes while I make a mess on your pussy," he growls against your mouth, his voice filthy, raspy, broken with lust.

And when you tilt your head and stare at him, his cock plunges down once more, the pressure of his body crushing you against the window. The moan he lets out is heartbreaking, contained but raw, and his cock explodes inside you. The thick heat of his cum spurts into your already soaked pussy, and you feel each spurt deep, thick, scorching. It fills you completely. You feel it gushing from his taut cock, jerking with each pulse, pushing his cum straight against your cervix.

And he doesn't stop. He keeps pumping you, slower, deeper. He wants it all inside. Every drop. You know it by the way he holds your thigh raised, by the way he presses your waist against him, by the way he sighs against your mouth as he continues to move inside you, while you still have him throbbing in your gut. Your pussy swallows it all. It sucks his sperm until it oozes out at the edges, thick, white, mixed with your own fluids, dripping down your thighs, down the insides of his thighs. His cock, still entirely inside, mixing the cum with your wetness with each final thrust.

"That's it, sweetheart. You did it perfectly," he murmurs, still inside you, not separating even an inch.

The window is completely fogged up. Your breasts brush the glass with each breath. Your body trembles from the lingering orgasm, from the heat, from the brutal sensation of being so fucked, so full, so dirty. And Heeseung doesn't move. He doesn't withdraw. He just lowers a hand to your abdomen, presses it with possessive affection, and caresses his face against your neck, breathing on your essence once more, in an attempt to regain his composure.

© heesngirl ★

[lheesluv]

‎ AFTER HOURS ˎˊ˗ s.jy

✶ SYNOPSIS ── your coworker, jake, is the shameless office slut. he’s cocky, lazy, and infamous for fucking every girl in the office until they’re obsessed. you’re the opposite: organized, driven, and sick of his shit. your best friend heeseung keeps teasing you about the “sexual tension,” but you deny it every time.. until one night, you and jake end up staying after hours at the office.

✶ STARRING ── office fuckboy!jake, fem!reader, bsf!heeseung

✶ CAUTION! ── smut (minors dni), enemies to lovers, lots of cursing, office au, y/n overhears boss and jake getting freaky, unprotected sex (wrap it), spanking, lots of dirty talk, dumbification, cum play, masturbation, fingering, making out, kissing, breast play/sucking, spitting, dirty jokes, big dick!jake, teasing, heavy tension, mentions of gossip, jake is an absolute menace.

✶ DURATION ── 10.8k word oneshot.

EMI ✉️ jake has been bias wrecking me HARD lately, so it's only natural that i write a filthy fic for him !! considering this is my first long fic, i'm kinda proud of myself <3 enjoy reading my luvs, feedback + rbs are appreciated!

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Truth be told, you loved your job at the office. You enjoyed working in a fairly quiet and independent environment—you know, having your own cubicle where you worked away at your desk, the only time you could actually talk to your friends being during breaks.

Not to mention, you’re dedicated. You’re a hard worker, somewhat uptight, but your boss always praised you for your work ethic. So really, to say you didn’t like your job would be a bold-faced lie.

However, there was one thing—someone who made your job fucking miserable. This one person made you regret clocking in to work every day. Heck, he even made you regret staying employed at the office.

Sim Jaeyun.

He made corporate hell ten times hotter by being handsome, loud, lazy, and disgustingly fuckable.

It’s 8:52 a.m., and you had just arrived at work after running on four hours of sleep trying to finish your report. You wore your typical office attire, a crisp white dress shirt, a fitted black pencil skirt, and a tailored blazer. Your heels clicked with every step, your shirt just slightly unbuttoned at the top from rushing out the door. If anything, today was the one day you really didn’t want to deal with Jake’s shit. Really, it’s every day. But today? You were particularly ticked off.

The minute you step out of the elevator and onto your floor, you already hear him laughing with someone three cubicles down. His laugh, in some unfair way, is hot. But it also makes you want to smash his head into a wall. It’s too fucking early to hear his voice, especially when he’s always the one that comes in late. But this time, he beat you by two minutes.

You turn your head just slightly, and there he is. His dark hair all soft and messy, yet it looks so effortlessly good. His white dress shirt is slightly unbuttoned, the tie hanging loose like he threw it on five seconds before leaving. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and he flashes that awfully pretty smile of his while his glasses sit on the bridge of his nose.

He doesn’t even fucking need glasses. He just wears them because he thinks it makes girls get on their knees for him. Truthfully, that’s usually what happens. But it’s none of your business.

“Ay, two minutes late, Y/N!” he calls out, raising his tone and pointing at you so there’s no way you missed it.

“As if you don’t come late every day, asshole,” you mutter under your breath, walking into your cubicle and setting your bag down with a heavy thud. He didn’t hear you. Of course he didn’t. He was too caught up in whatever him and some other girl from your department were talking about. He probably fucked her too.

Jake’s the type of guy everyone loves, even though there’s not a single good trait about him. Except for the fact that he shows up to work looking hot with zero effort. In the bathroom, girls constantly gossip about him. There’s never a time you can pee, let alone wash your hands, without overhearing some girl rave about how good he made her feel.

“He made me cum in under five minutes.”

“He secretly edged me at my desk.”

“I still dream about how his fingers felt inside me.”

“He fucked me in the lounge room.”

These are just a few of the things you hear about him on the daily. And it’s usually a different girl every time. That’s what made him such a whore in your eyes. And sure, everyone knew about it, but no one cared. A guy as good-looking, probably big, and charming as Sim Jaeyun could get away with just about anything.

To say it pissed you off was an understatement. He showed up late almost every day—today being a rare exception. He flirted with HR and practically skated by with minimal effort, all because he was hot and somehow everyone’s type.

Yes, he does actually do his work on rare occasions just to avoid getting fired, but most of the time he coasts on charm. It’s the only fucking thing he knows how to do with that pretty face.

What everyone knows best about him, though, is his reputation for fucking his female coworkers and leaving them obsessed. The thought made you partially disgusted. But at most, all he is to you is just a guy with an insane face card who’s using it to his advantage and getting exactly what he wants in return: pussy.

And as if that didn’t already paint the perfect picture of him being an asshole, he always made it a point to specifically tease, flirt, and annoy you. The one person in the office he hadn’t gotten the chance to fuck. If you gave him that chance, he would absolutely take it. But since he’s your arch-nemesis, you promised yourself you’d never let him touch you, let alone lay a finger on you.

As everyone settles into their cubicles and starts their usual routine, the faint sounds of keyboard clicking, rummaging through papers, and coffee sipping fill the air. And of course, so does Jake, as he leans against the divider separating your two cubicles.

It was worth mentioning that your cubicles were just one apart. And no matter how many times you begged your boss to move you, it was never approved.

Of course, he’s doing anything but his assigned tasks and instead chooses to bother you for the second time today. But knowing him, once is never enough. Just like how he can never stick to sleeping with just one girl.

“How’s your little spreadsheet going, love?” He teases, slim and veiny fingers resting against his cheek as his elbow props on top of the divider. He stares down at you, voice coated in sleep, his accent making it sound like honey.

“Don’t talk to me,” you say firmly, not even looking up. The four hours of sleep were really starting to hit now that he was trying to push your buttons, and the urge to grab his head and smack it into the divider was growing stronger by the second.

“You sound so hot when you’re mad,” he hums, teasing you one last time before realizing you weren’t in the mood and finally retreating to his seat.

“I’m not one of your little office playthings,” you tell yourself silently, glancing at your spreadsheet that barely looked like one now. You could hardly focus with someone nagging you as much as he did.

Your lunch break was the one time of day where you finally got to breathe. To be away from him. And instead, spend it chatting with your best friend, Lee Heeseung, who worked in the same department.

You let out a pent-up sigh as you walk into the lounge room where the two of you usually met. It was quiet and secluded enough for you to vent in peace. The moment you plop down on the cushioned couch beside him, you cringe slightly.

Gross. Didn’t Jake fuck a girl here?

Heeseung was the only one who knew about your misery. The only person you truly expressed your hatred for Jake to.

“Jake? Again?” Heeseung asks, mid-bite, as he spots the familiar look on your face.

“Yes. He’s so fucking useless..” you mumble, running a hand through your hair. Heeseung silently offers you a bite of his food, clearly seeing how dead you look.

You chew slowly, letting the flavor melt on your tongue, and it makes your mood just slightly better.

“I don’t know how he even got hired,” you mutter, taking another bite and handing it back.

“Probably gave head to the hiring manager. Wouldn’t be the first,” he shrugs, like he somehow has Jake’s entire history memorized.

“You’re not helping,” you glare, crossing your leg over the other.

“What? You don’t think he’s good with his mouth? You know how many girls he’s probably eaten ou—”

“Hee! I don’t want to know! Probably a lot.. okay, I know that. But still, numbers can only say so much about a person,” you huff. The image alone makes your face twist with disgust—and your chest tighten.

“Just saying.. if you hate him so much, why do you know his entire fuck history?” He teases.

“Because everyone knows? Not that it’s any of my business. I could care less about who he’s fucking. He’s just always a dick, always annoying me like he thinks I’m one of his hoes,” you mutter, walking over to the Nespresso machine. You needed caffeine. Badly. Especially for this very conversation.

“You’re next,” Heeseung says from the couch.

You pause, turning your head back with a confused expression as you stir your coffee. “W-what? What do you mean?”

“I’m saying you might be his next little thing. I see the way he teases you.. it’s not for no reason,” he shrugs, tossing his lunch container in the trash.

“As if. He only wishes,” you murmur, shaking the carton of vanilla creamer before pouring it in.

“You say that now, but.. watch when he gets his way with you,” Heeseung calls out, already halfway out the door.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” You yell, throwing your hands out dramatically.

“I am!”

“Mhm,” you mutter under your breath.

You leave the lounge room with your warm cup of vanilla coffee in your hands, trying to mentally reset after your conversation with Heeseung before you have to get back to work.

The office is mostly quiet, the infamous keyboard clicks, murmurs of people chatting, and printer hums filling the air. You’re in a somewhat-decent headspace to get back on track, especially since you didn’t once hear Jake’s voice during your entire break.

No, that doesn’t mean you hate the way his voice sounds. His voice is attractive, oddly. His accent, the whiny undertones, and raspiness all make it sound so sweet. The only issue that occurs is what comes out of his mouth, and his repulsively cocky personality.

But who were you to say anything? He most definitely knows exactly what to say during sex, especially with a voice like that, that can draw anyone in. No wonder there was a new girl on her knees for him every week.

Just as you reach a few feet away from your cubicle, you see him leaning at the entrance, smirking at you while he reveals his perfect smile. His tie is looser now, sleeves pushed up higher, a pen between his fingers that he’s absentmindedly twirling.

“Miss me?” He teases, eyes locked on yours as your expression is blank, but your eyebrows slightly furrow when the sentence leaves his mouth.

“Move.” You demand, as his body is pretty much blocking the entire entrance into your small cubicle. You stand in front of him, but maintain your distance, staring up at his tall figure. You're not even sure if the caffeine from your coffee will help with anything anymore.

“Say please.” He crosses his arms, eyes still locked on yours as he looks down at your shorter figure, waiting for the satisfaction to hit of you saying the word that every single girl probably moans when being fucked by him.

“Go bother someone else, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter, shoving past him, your shoulder harshly brushing past his as you set your cup down on the table and sit in your chair, only to resume your endless typing.

“Attitude, baby,” he says firmly, yet teasingly, before walking behind your chair. He felt oddly close to you, making your body nearly shiver as you look behind you, staring up at his standing figure.

“You want something? Maybe a quickie in the break room?” He mocks, watching how your eyes slightly squint in disgust. He always tried to get his way with you like this—through sex persuasions.

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re staring.”

“Get out.” You dart your head back to your computer screen. He cockily smirks before leaving your cubicle and walking back to his.

Your stomach fluttered when he called you the name, but again, that’s what he probably addresses every female as in this office. You were no different, except that he just liked to annoy you to insanity.

You resume your typing while sipping your already-cold coffee, constantly hitting the backspace button as you find yourself writing nonsense, desperately trying to forget about your encounter with Jake just now.

Your phone lock screen flashes, a text from your boss appearing. “Can you send Jake in my office? He owes me a favour.”

Favour my ass. Just say you want him in between your legs again.

You simply like the message and walk over to the cubicle next to yours—Jake’s.

“Jake,” you whisper, trying not to be too loud, but he’s on the phone with his friend. Of course he can’t hear a damn thing.

He’s lazily manspreading in his seat, facing away from the computer screen with a blank document—typical. His phone is pressed to his ear as he rants away.

“I swear, she was basically shaking by the time I was done with her—”

“Jake!” You say a little louder, catching his attention as he looks at you, eyes wide and innocent—though deep down, he was the complete opposite of that.

“Boss wants to see you in her office,” you say with a stoic expression. He bites his lip before saying, “Ay, I’ll call you back,” and hanging up.

By the time he gets up and makes his way to the office, you’re already sat in your seat again.

Your phone’s lock screen flashes again. This time, it’s a text from Heeseung.

“Saw your boyfriend going into the boss’s office.”

“First of all, not my boyfriend. Second of all, Boss’s orders.”

“How much you wanna bet he’s fucking her so she can give him a raise?”

“I don’t even wanna bet on that, I know it’s happening.”

He replies with a laughing face before you shut your phone off, setting it down on your desk before your eyes catch the coffee you didn’t end up finishing. Frankly, you don’t want to anymore.

You sit up from your chair, cup in hand, before searching for the nearest trash bin, which happens to be right next to the boss’s office.

You approach it before tossing your paper cup in the bin, leftover coffee seeping out of it and piling on the other cups, some stained with lipstick and gloss on the edges.

You stay for a moment, the faint sounds of.. something coming from the office catching your attention.

Your ear moves closer to the locked door, until you finally hear it—pornographic moans. Your boss was getting fucked. By Jake.

Heeseung was right.

“Y-yes, fuck! Right there!” You hear her screams, making your face scrunch in disgust. But you keep listening in on it.

“You gonna give me a raise now, yeah baby?” You hear the familiar sound of Jake’s voice, all breathy and groany. The more your ear presses up against the door, the more the light sound of skin slapping is heard.

“Yes! Fuckfuck—” The moan escapes her lips. It’s almost as if she wasn’t even trying to hide it. It’s either she wanted everyone in the office to know she was getting fucked like a slut, or that his cock was just too good to stay quiet.

You’ve had enough. You can’t hear anymore of this. Your chest tightens as your ear comes off from the door, everything you had just heard made you feel a little uneasy.

Not that you cared, because again, his sex life was none of your business. But damn, even your boss got his cock?

This had further proved how much of a whore Jake was. Your boss was freshly thirty, and even though you both were only in your early twenties, it still disgusted you. He really would fuck anything, so long as it had a pussy between its legs and would personally benefit him—whether it was through a job raise, pleasure, or in this case.. both.

You quickly make your way back to your desk, trying to resume your previous typing, though it’s nearly impossible considering what you had just heard.

You didn’t know why it was still lingering in your head, like you didn’t already know that he’s done this to nearly every girl in the office. It doesn’t matter. It’s just Jake. He’s a sleaze, a whore, and the very reason your days feel ten times longer than they should.

And yet, you can’t stop thinking about what you heard. The way she moaned, the way he groaned and talked so dirty to her, the infamously cocky tone in his voice like he knew he was ruining her.

You squeeze your thighs together under your pencil skirt, looking away from the screen, utterly disgusted with yourself for letting your thoughts wander.

You keep clicking away at your mouse, moving tabs around, trying to look productive—like you’re doing something—but you can’t focus on anything. You type random words that float around in your noggin that don’t relate at all to what you have to write about, delete them, type again, until you eventually give up and roll your chair away from your desk, now facing the entrance and trying to take a breather.

Your thoughts still creep in your head. They’re almost impossible to push out.

“He fucks like that just for a raise?”

“She sounded so dumb for him.. Was it that good?”

“Is he that big?”

“Why the fuck do I care?”

Fuck it, you need another cup of coffee.

You step out of your cubicle, running a hand through your hair as you notice Jake walking out of the office. His hair is messier, shirt untucked, sleeves still rolled to the elbow. He looks even more disheveled now, yet he still looked so good, even post-fuck.

You really didn’t want to cross paths with him again, not after hearing him railing your boss in real time, when he didn’t think anyone could hear.

The minute he walks by you, your eyes meet, and he winks. “Slut,” you mutter under your breath, heart skipping in frustration. You blink, your heels clinking against the floor louder as you walk faster toward the lounge room, desperate to get away from everything and anything, even if that meant through another dose of caffeine.

You and Heeseung planned to meet at a small café in the lobby of your office building during a quick break. Since the workday had already started, the café was pretty quiet—soft music played in the background and just a few coworkers were scattered around. It was the perfect spot to catch your breath before heading back.. and to tell your friend what you had just heard not long ago.

“You look like you saw something you weren’t supposed to,” Heeseung says, noticing how you look down in your lap and stay oddly silent. Normally, if you were going to complain about Jake or your never-ending workload, it would’ve spilled out by now.

“Close enough..” you look up from your lap and at your friend’s bambi-like expression, and reluctantly tell him what you overheard just an hour ago.

“You heard it? Like.. full-on?” His eyes slightly widen—not that he was surprised or anything. He was only shocked that you had finally got a taste of it yourself, meaning you heard everything.

You nod, lips pressed together. “Gosh, she sounded like a pornstar..” you say, before cringing at your own words.

“Was he all like ‘who’s your boss now’?” Heeseung smirks, about to laugh at his own dirty comment.

“You’re disgusting,” you say, before realizing that’s one of the many insults you threw at Jake today.

“I’m just saying.. guess the real promotion was inside her all along.” He cracks another stupid joke.

“Heeseung!” Your tone goes higher.

“Jeez, sorry,” he says, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Bet you couldn’t even focus on your work after hearing that.”

You can’t even make eye contact with him anymore. Because it’s true, you couldn’t. The sole thought and memory of it was consuming you, and you hated it.

Jake’s high-pitched groans, his breathy filthy talk, the way she was moaning like it was the best sex she’s ever had—all lingered in your brain more than they should. It’s almost as if the second you heard it go down, the sound stuck with you for the rest of the day, clinging onto you like a reminder that the man who teases you every day, the man you despise, is willing to go as far as fucking his boss for a raise.

He doesn't even deserve one. Never did. But again, who says no to a face like his?

You part your mouth to speak before both of your phones buzz. You glance at your screens, only to see your Gmail app say: Subject: Quarter-End Team Assignments (After Hours)

It’s essentially a company-wide initiative that happens at the end of every quarter, in which select employees are asked to stay after work hours and help with outstanding internal reports, archiving client files, and assisting with next-week's executive presentations.

Your stomach sinks. You open the email and sigh loudly.

Not that you were nervous or anything, but you liked working on your own—and staying past the time you normally have to would drain the life out of you. Well.. depending on who you’d be paired with.

“Imagine you’ll be paired with lover boy,” Heeseung laughs, noticing your sudden mood change after seeing the email.

“Bite your tongue. And I don’t know yet..” you start, before adding, “But I’ve got a bad feeling.”

He raises a brow. “Bad or horny?”

You throw the crumbled sheet of paper from your straw at his face, hitting him right in the middle as he flashes his pretty smile in response.

“Well, I’m leaving,” you say, standing from your seat as you grab your bag. “Some of us have to go face our fate.”

The elevator ride back up to your floor felt oddly slow, almost as if the universe was preparing you for the news to come.

The minute you step in, you walk into one of the smaller glass offices, where you find the project lead—one of the newer coordinators. She didn’t look intimidating, but rather sharp, like she knew how to keep someone on their feet.

“Hi, Mrs. Kim,” you softly say, bowing in front of her as she looks up from her laptop and smiles politely.

“Good to see you, Ms. L/N. Thanks for dropping in,” she says, before continuing, “I see that you’ve been super consistent with your deadlines lately. This’ll reflect really well on your internal review.” She softly nods, lips pressed into a smile as her index fingers push up the round frames higher on her nose bridge.

“I’m sure you saw in the email, but we’re asking a couple of people to stay after hours the next few days throughout the week. It’s mostly to tidy up client files and organize emails for an important presentation early next week,” she adds.

You nod with a relaxed expression, but deep down, you already wanted her to spit it out and tell you who you’d be partnered with. Your apprehension comes to a stop when she finally speaks.

“Oh, and you’ll be paired with Jake for this. He’s got some catching up to do, so.. we’re giving him a little nudge. You both start tomorrow after the workday ends.”

You swear you feel your heart drop the minute you hear his name, but obviously, this just had to be your luck.

You nod, face stoic but trying to show some sort of satisfaction, before you thank her and turn your back, walking out of the office.

“This better get me a raise,” you think to yourself, letting out a pent-up sigh of despair before you step out—only to see Jake leaning against the wall like he’s been waiting for you.

You already had a feeling he knew about the two of you being paired.. And he did.

“Looks like we’re in this together, sweetheart,” he smirks, voice smug as he throws his arm over your shoulder, his hand almost brushing your cheek.

You stay silent for just a second, rolling your eyes as your heart slightly feels warm—almost as if it melted a bit? You can only imagine how he’s probably still got the boss’s taste on his fingers, and how many skirts his hand has slid under.

You don’t know why the thought consumed you so much, let alone even bothered you a bit, but it somehow did.

“Don’t call me that,” you say, eyes refusing to meet his as you keep on walking, your breath hitching at the loss of warmth and touch on your shoulder.

He trails behind you regardless. “Just tell me what to do, boss.”

“As if you didn’t fuck ours.” You admit. As much as you didn’t want him to know that you heard a thing, it slipped out anyway.

“So you heard that, huh?” He tuts, his trailing behind you stopping. “I was wondering why you couldn’t look me in the eye all day.”

You turn back to glare at him, stopping in your tracks. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Could’ve been you,” he says, before walking the opposite way.

And that sentence stuck with you for the rest of the day.

The next day flew by like a breeze. Your bickers with Jake had still persisted, to no surprise, but it’s almost as if he’d decided to be less annoying today. That is.. if he would save it all for tonight.

By the time 5pm rolls around, everyone is beginning to pack up and get ready to go home after another exhausting day. You had to say, the closer the presentation was approaching next week, the more everyone was in a frenzy.

You were somewhat stressed too, but considering you’d only have to stay a bit behind after hours today in preparation for it, you were okay with it.

You walk over to a big glass table, materials in hand, including Jake’s—typically where workers would sit to work if not at their cubicles. Jake had left the office a few minutes prior, promising a return, though you were ready to see him ten minutes before you left.

Heeseung passes by you on his way out, playfully and lightly ruffling your hair before he whispers a small, “Good luck.”

You sarcastically smile in return. Thanks. I’ll need it.

When the office is finally empty, you get to work. The light of the sun beginning to set casts a beautiful glow across the space as your head is down, mind focused, and brows furrowed. You sort through client folders—colour-coding them, updating labels with new information from recent meetings, and flagging anything missing before next week’s presentation.

In front of your hoard of papers is your laptop, opened to the email inbox. This was initially supposed to be Jake’s duty, but since there was still no sign of him, you decided to start the part for him, refusing to be more behind than you already are.

“Useless idiot,” you mutter under your breath as your eyes scan the screen and rummage through all the unorganized emails.

Your stressing comes to a stop when you hear the elevator ding, followed by the sound of slow footsteps. Jake walks in, a little too casually for someone who’s late. “Should’ve known you’d start without me.”

You don’t bother looking up at him, eyes instead switching from the laptop screen and back down to the papers occasionally. “We both know being late is your only real skill.”

He kisses his teeth before sitting next to you, his knee brushing your thigh. For the next few minutes, the space is filled with the surprising sound of silence—the only evident sounds being Jake’s typing and your papers rustling.

“I have to go print a missing file. Don’t move.” You coldly say, already rising from your seat.

You stand in front of the machine, waiting for your pile of papers to print when you notice Jake walk into the room.

“I told you to not m—” you start, before being cut off.

“Chill, I just need to get something,” he says, a smirk itching to tug at his lips that he suppresses. He walks past you to the shelf of boxes, his hip bumping against your ass when he brushes behind you. You slightly stiffen, breath caught in your throat as you notice him pausing behind you, not moving forward to get what he needs.

His eyes scan you up and down from behind, top lip running over his bottom lip as he traces the curve of your ass. His face moves closer to the back of your head, the sweet and alluring scent of your perfume intriguing him.

“You always smell this good?” He murmurs lowly, his accent mixed with the raspiness of his voice nearly making you go into a daze, but you stop yourself before you can zone out.

You click your tongue, gathering your papers before saying, “Get your shit and sit back down.”

He smirks behind you, finally moving away to grab one of the boxes on the shelves as you leave the print room and make your way back to the table.

Your eye catches the folder you were working on a little farther down the table than usual—probably because Jake was bored out of his mind from doing all the typing and wanted to see what you were doing.

You reach over for it, ass slightly perched up as you bend over the table. Simultaneously, Jake walks back in, only for his eyes to be met with the view of your tight little pencil skirt accentuating the arch of your ass. You already knew he was about to say something nasty about it.

Your back straightens again as you come up, folder in hand, before his hand grazes your lower back, leaning in to use that same low and cocky tone again. “If you’re gonna keep bending over like that, at least have the decency to ask for help.”

You suck in a breath, the feeling of his hand making contact with you nearly making you shiver. “Stop.” You simply say. The demand was simple, but it was enough to have him scoff and sit back down next to you.

You’re both seated, but he’s sitting closer to you than he was before—his thigh pressed against yours, making you shoot him a deadpan look. He notices, smirking before he says, “Don’t worry. I’m working.”

Those four words alone were laced with fake innocence, his eyes scanning the way your fingers flip through the papers, down to the way your plush ass sat against the chair, and down to your legs.

His staring caught your attention, though it didn’t particularly make you uncomfortable.

“Do you ever stop looking?” You say, not bothering to look at him, but the sharpness in your voice was enough to let him know that you were aware of his every move.

“Not when you’re this fuckin’ pretty.” He smirks, before his teeth chew on his bottom lip as he stays leaned back in his chair, barely touching your laptop.

As hard as it was to ignore the supposed compliment, you did, only so he couldn’t get a reaction out of you.

He leans in, lips nearly brushing your ear as he drops the bomb. “You really gonna keep pretending you didn’t care when you heard me fucking her?”

Your body freezes, only your jaw clenching. You hate how he noticed that. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were, simply put, slightly jealous and uncomfortable. You can’t deny it.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” He smiles, watching your demeanor completely change the second he brought it up.

“You’re gonna break soon, baby. All that attitude, but you’re already so fuckin’ wet, aren’t you?” He says, standing up from his seat.

Your cheeks flush, body going into utter shock as the sentence slipped from his mouth. Those few words did something to you, and Jake knew it—oh so well. He was making it so damn difficult to resist giving in to his stupid temptations.

He gently tilts your spinning chair so you face him, before he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at his standing figure.

It gave him so much power, the feeling of you gulping and staring up at him like you knew he was about to ruin you any second now. It’s what he’s been wanting.. to get a taste of you.

“Go ahead. Keep acting like you don’t want it.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You glare, shoving his hands off as you stand up from your seat, still looking up at him as he was taller than you.

Your bodies are close, chests nearly pressed together as the heated tension lingers in the air.

“Make me.” He grins.

Unable to hold back, your lips crash onto each other’s.

Your soft lips move against his—both hungry, messy, like you’d been holding back for way too long. They move in sync, your hands wrapping around his neck as he grabs you under your thighs, pushes away the stack of folders and papers, and sets you on top of the glass table.

Part of your body was in a state of shock. The man who pretty much made work miserable for you was now making out with you, and you let him. However, part of you couldn’t deny the tension between the two of you, and that he always looked so good and fuckable.

Your skirt is slightly ridden up, your hand pulling him closer by his collar as his hands roam your entire body, only because you’ve never let him lay a finger on you up until now.

His hands start on your hips, squeezing them before they slide up to caress your waist, and then between your thighs, grazing over your soaked, clothed pussy. “Knew you’d be wet f’me,” he mumbles into the kiss, chuckling to himself.

You pull away, hands still wrapped around his neck as you look right into his eyes. “Aww, did you now?”

His eyes don’t leave yours—his gorgeous and enticing smile flashing once more before he says, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll fuck you right here.”

“I know you’ve been wanting to.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Just fuck me already, Jake.”

“Say please, baby.”

“Dammit—please, Jake!”

He bites his lip, smirking at your plea before helping you down the desk and flipping you over, pushing your chest flat against the cold glass.

He lifts your skirt up fully, bunching it just above your hips so he can get a clear and full view of your ass and soaked panties. He groans at the sight, one hand roughly squeezing your ass as his finger runs along your clothed slit, the wetness picking up onto his finger. “Dumb little baby, you already this wet from a few kisses?”

You roll your eyes, already getting impatient as you wait for him to give you what you so badly want.

He hooks a finger around your panties before yanking them down, letting them pool around your heels. He unzips his pants just enough to free his cock—hard, flushed, and leaking at the tip. “Been dying to fuck you since day one,” he mutters under his breath.

He rubs the tip between your wet folds, collecting your slick as he teases your entrance, spitting a string of saliva that perfectly drips down right before he pushes in.

You squirm beneath as he palms your ass, doing anything but fucking you, before he says, “You have no fuckin’ idea how long I’ve wanted this. Every time you walked past me in that tight little skirt with your tits out—fuck.”

You gasp when he pushes the head in, a groan escaping his lips as he throws his head back, savouring how warm and tight you already feel when he’s not even fully inside you.

He pushes the rest of his cock in, easy to do with how your slick clung to him, mixed with his spit. A soft moan spills from your mouth when he bottoms out, cock fully buried inside your tight walls. No wonder he had the boss moaning like crazy—he’s fucking huge.

The stretch was unlike anything you’ve felt before. It was painful, but more addicting than anything. His thickness stretched you out so good, your pussy doing everything in its power to adjust to it before he absolutely destroys you.

He pulls out a little more than halfway, before slamming back inside you, over and over. Your eyes roll back, head falling onto the table, your cheek mushed against the cold glass as his hips snap into your ass.

The sound of skin slapping, mixed with your screams and moans and his heavy grunts, fills the room. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips, helping to fuck yourself on him so your thrusts sync and hit your deepest spots.

It doesn’t take long before his tip brushes your sweet spot with nearly every thrust, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he hears the stream of ‘yesyes’ and ‘fuckfuck’s spill from your mouth when he angles his hips to find that weakest spot of yours.

“That’s it, you take it so good for me. Knew this pussy was mine the second I saw you,” he breathes out, eyes locked on the way the flesh of your ass recoils every time it slams back against his pelvis. His hand lands a sharp slap to your cheek, making it turn a deep red.

“J-jake—Fuck!” You cry out once you feel the stinging sensation.

No wonder girls keep crawling back and giving into him. He knows exactly what to say during sex. All the right things, the ones that’ll have your head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You moan out his name over and over, trying to steady yourself on the glass desk with each brutal thrust that has your body jerking forward, but it’s nearly impossible with how limp you already feel—and you haven’t even come yet.

“This what you wanted, huh? To get bent over and used like a fuckin’ toy?” He tuts, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back a bit.

You can’t even form a response. All that leaves your mouth is a pathetic moan as his cock fucks into you so deep and perfectly. Your duties are long forgotten, discarded on the table. All you can think about is how good he feels and how dumb he’s fucking you. “You’ve got the best pussy in the office, don’t you?”

The more his tip slams into your sweet spot, the tighter the knot in your stomach grows, your pussy clenching around him. His head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut at the sudden pressure, relishing how your walls squeeze him.

“F-uck.. been jerking off to the thought of this for weeks,” he moans, voice cracking. “And now I’ve got you dripping on my cock like a whore.”

You feel his tip begin to pulse, his hips stuttering as you both inch closer to release. “Gonna cum f’me, doll? Gonna be a good girl?” He says, voice breathy and desperate.

You nod frantically, eyes glassy and lips parted as you teeter on the edge.

He keeps fucking into you, hips slamming with every thrust. One hand keeps you pinned to the table while the other delivers another harsh slap to your ass, the flesh a deep, burning pink now as cries spill from your lips.

You whimper when you feel his cock twitch. He pulls out at the last second, grunting through gritted teeth as he spills his warm cum all over your ass, your release dripping just at your core.

His two fingers glide up your slit, collecting the mess from your pussy and your release, before bringing them around to your lips.

“C’mon, baby, suck on it,” he says, biting his lip when you wrap your mouth around his fingers, tongue swirling around them before you swallow every drop of your mess.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl. Y’know..” he breathes out with a cocky smirk, “You’re even tighter than I imagined.”

You glance back at him, brows raised, a lazy smirk tugging at your lips. You both chuckle breathlessly.

The realization hits you now. You just let your arch-nemesis fuck you at work.. But you don’t care. That was the best orgasm of your life. Now you understand the hype around Jake and his whore reputation. And Heeseung will definitely be hearing from you.

By the time you and Jake had calmed down after fucking like wild animals, to finishing your duties for the night, to going your separate ways to go home, you found yourself laying back flat on your bed—both conflicted and in disbelief.

The entire moment replays in your head, and all you can wonder is, how’d you actually let him fuck you?

Every single detail scrambles in your brain—how dirty he was talking, how rough he handled you, how deep he fucked you, how big he felt, how filthy his voice sounded while he had you bent over for him, how no guy has ever fucked you this good. And his mention of you having the best pussy in the office made your pussy flutter.

Your thighs press together, warmth and wetness pooling between them. Before you can even realize it, you slip your sweatpants off, discarding them on your side as you still lay on your back, legs almost raised to your chest before your hand rubs slow circles over your clit.

You let the images flash behind your eyelids as you do so—from him grabbing your hips, to spanking you, and then cumming all over your ass by the end of it.

Your rubbing stops before you push two fingers inside your entrance, whimpering at the stretch, though you had Jake’s cock ruin you just a few hours ago.

You try to mimic the way his cock had you filled up, how deep and warm it reached into you.

“Jake, fuck..” you moan under your breath, hips grinding into your hand as your slick-covered fingers quickly pump in and out of your pussy, ramming into your sweet spot as you chase another orgasm.

Sure, this was pathetic of you.. Considering you hated Jake. But the way he fucked you quite literally had you reminiscing, wishing it was his cock instead of your fingers right now.

With a few more curls of your fingers, your cum seeps out, painting your digits with the clear-milky fluid. Your chest heaves as you attempt to calm down from your high, hoping it would give you some kind of relief, but it didn’t.

You lie there, your room mostly dark as the only light source comes from your warm lamp sitting on your nightstand, before your free hand grabs your phone.

You open the message app, before clicking on Jake’s icon. Without even thinking, you type out:

“Round two tmr?”

You stare at the text, not sending it just yet as you reread it. Then backspace it all.

You groan, tossing your phone across the bed.

If tomorrow had already come by now, you would’ve deeply regretted sending any of those texts. You’re only horny in the moment, that’s all.

The next day, you walk into the office nervous as hell, heart pounding when you see Jake walking towards his cubicle.

Frankly, you wouldn’t have cared if he told anybody, though he probably didn’t. Nearly every girl in that office was known for having a one-night stand with Jake, so really, it would be to no one’s surprise.

Worst case scenario, he would’ve acted like nothing had happened between the two of you, leaving you attached.

He notices you as you walk to your own cubicle, and he shoots you that damn smirk before saying, “Morning.”

It left you flustered and annoyed, knowing he at least acknowledged you but didn’t mention anything at all regarding yesterday.

As you settle down in your office, everything still refuses to leave your head. You’re in desperate need of spewing your feelings out before you remember—Heeseung.

The one person you tell everything to, but hadn’t just yet told him about what happened last night.

You quickly grab your phone, sending a text to him that reads:

“Come to my cubicle rn”

Hee: “I’m busy doing smth”

“Pls? I’ll be quick”

Hee: “Is it about Jake?”

“No”

Hee: “Coming”

You were lying. It was about Jake.

You react with a thumbs up to his message and next thing you know, he shows up at your cubicle, leaning against your filing cabinet and crossing his arms, iced americano in hand, ready to listen to whatever shit you need to rant about.

“I did something so stupid,” you say, facing in your chair towards him, making sure to keep your tone down.

His adam's apple bobs before he shuts his eyes for a moment, only to say, “What did you do now?”

You hesitate before finally saying, “I let Jake fuck me.”

“You what?!” He says, a little too loudly as he nearly chokes on his drink, brows furrowing.

“Shh!” You hush. “It was a mistake. It just kind of.. happened. It was so good, but also the worst thing I could’ve ever done.”

“He probably doesn’t see it as a mistake, but.. yeah, no shit. You let someone whose guts you hate fuck you.” He says, still a little surprised at your sudden confession.

“I know that. It was.. really good though. He was so big, and I was like screaming the en—”

“Y/n, now I don’t need to hear about it.” He says, putting an emphasis on the ‘I’, before you remember he had just been the one telling you about all of Jake’s sexual encounters and you were the one to cut him off in disgust.

You roll your eyes dramatically, voice whiny as you say, “But I need to talk to someone! He was like—”

“Nope, I’m out.” He says, taking one last sip of his iced americano before setting it on your desk.

“You can finish it. Oh, and don’t fall for his shit. You and I both know he’s just a walking red flag with a pretty face.” He says, making his way towards the entrance of your cubicle so he can leave and return to his.

“Ughh, I know.. that’s the thing.” You say, taking a sip of the drink Heeseung gave you as he leans against the divider, already halfway out, before you say, “But I might let it happen again.”

He shoots you a playfully nasty look as you giggle into the straw.

After your conversation with Heeseung, you went back into spiral mode. It wasn’t full on, nor was it dramatic, but you were thinking way too much for your own good.

Jake hasn’t mentioned a thing about last night. Hasn’t tried anything—not throwing little hints, nothing. That made everything so much worse for you.

Part of you expected it, for him to have his way with you by having sex and then pretending like nothing happened. But the other part of you absolutely hated it. You wanted him to acknowledge it, to say something about it, to give you the validation.

You’re utterly embarrassed that you let him fuck you, especially in the way he did.. but it was so good. The orgasm, his cock, the dirty talk, the touching—every single little thing.

Needless to say, you were attached. Against your will.

You find yourself in the lounge room, making what feels like your fifth cup of coffee of the day, before Jake walks in.

You turn back, making eye contact just as he steps into the room. Your attention darts back to your warm cup of coffee, not saying a thing—instead gulping and looking visibly nervous. You weren’t expecting your body to tremble and your temple to sweat every time you saw him now, but here you were, looking like a chicken with its head cut off.

He walks past you, making his way to an empty couch to unwind after doing.. well, almost nothing. But just as he’s behind you, he says, “If you want me again, just ask.”

You try hard to act unaffected, but it’s almost impossible. Your cheeks flush and jaw clenches before you turn around, facing him as you snap, “Why don’t you go fuck one of your other girls?”

A bit harsh of you, but.. you were too frustrated and anxious in the moment to control what dumb shit came out of your mouth.

He pauses, raising his eyebrow slightly as a look of what seems like shock and satisfaction washes over his face. “Don’t want them. Kinda like the one who talks back.”

If this wasn’t a reference to you, you don’t know what is.

“At least you have the decency to fuck them and leave.”

Jake’s smirk drops a little, his adam’s apple bobbing like he was about to hesitate on what he was about to say before he goes, “Maybe you’re the first one I don’t wanna leave.”

Your mouth parts when the sentence leaves his mouth, though nothing actually comes out. The way he said it doesn’t feel like a joke, almost as if it’s too real, and this time, you have no comeback.

You walk off, leaving the lounge room with your coffee in hand, not saying a word as you’re too flustered and annoyed.

You leave him standing in the room on his own, alone in his thoughts. Shit. Do I actually want her?

You storm into Heeseung’s cubicle, ready to vent to him, even though you pretty much already did just an hour ago.

He’s on the phone with a client—feet up on his desk, but the minute he sees you in his office with a look of shock on your face, he doesn’t think twice before making some shitty excuse and hanging up. Wow, how professional. But in your defence, you would’ve hung up the phone for him if he hadn’t done it himself.

“What is it now..” he says, dramatically leaning back further into his chair and putting a hand over his forehead like he was a damsel in distress.

You sit yourself on top of his desk, legs dangling just a little before you speak, your voice a little more frustrated and louder than usual, “I can’t stand him, Hee. I just don’t know what to do, I-I mean first he—”

“Woah, easy.. calm down. Tell me what happened.”

You take a breather, his words putting you at ease before you speak again, “He hasn’t said anything about last night, nothing. And then today, he just tells me that I’m the only girl he’s fucked that he doesn’t want to leave after?”

Heeseung chuckles to himself, staring down at his lap when he says, “Yet your legs still probably shook when he told you that. Kinda like how they shook when he fu—”

“Lee Heeseung.” You hit him with a deadpan stare from the desk, silently urging him that this is serious and that he needs to get his shit together.

“S-orry,” his voice cracks. “But.. I don’t understand. What do you even want him to say? ‘Oh, last night was fun’?” He says, mocking Jake’s voice.

“Yeah? Any kind of assurance would’ve been nice.” You say, brows slightly furrowing at his lack of help.

“No one does that anymore. It’s kind of corny.”

“Whatever,” you say, hopping off his desk and slowly walking to exit his cubicle, before he says one more thing that sticks with you: “You either need to fuck him again or block him. Depends if he proves himself.”

You walk out without saying anything back, his sentence engraved in your mind as you still try to process it.

Before you know it, you’re already making your way back to your own cubicle, ready to resume the endless amount of typing and calls you’ll have to take, hoping that’ll clear your mind somehow.

Just as you turn the corner, Jake is leaning against your cubicle wall, chewing on his bottom lip as he zones out at the ground.

You don’t know if he was waiting for you, or just doing his own thing and acting dumb, but you never saw him like this. He almost looked.. anxious.

You approach him, not stepping into your cubicle just yet, but instead in front of him, staring up at him with big eyes as his gorgeous ones meet yours.

A small smirk tugs at his lips before he says, “Look, take it how you want but, I know you hate me.. and I know you’re gonna come back anyway.”

So he was waiting for you. And oh, there’s that cocky Jake you always knew.

You gulp as your eyes stay fixed on his, staying silent as you’re unsure of how to reply.

“You still thinkin’ about last night, yeah?” He says, his smirk becoming more evident as he sees your cheek flush and eyes drop to the floor, avoiding eye contact with him.

He already got his answer—he didn’t need you to say it. “I thought so,” he whispers, before his back comes off the wall and he walks away.

You still weren’t happy with how he approached everything, but at least he acknowledged last night. That’s all you cared about.

Later that night, you snuggle in your blankets, eyes still open as you stare off into the distance of your room, trying to forget about all the thoughts of Jake and his antics that consumed you today.

Your thoughts are shut down when your phone lock screen flashes. You grab your phone, only to see that it’s a text from Jake reading, “You awake?”

“Yeah”

Jake: “Wanna come over for a bit”

“For what?”

Jake: “Nthn, just bored”

“Be there in a bit”

He liked your message before you shut your phone off with a sigh. You don’t know if this was going to be a bad idea, but after all, he was the root cause of why you weren’t able to sleep.

You contemplate your decision for a moment before you think, fuck it, and change into sweatpants and a crop top, grabbing your keys and heading out the door, over to his place with the location he shared.

Luckily, Jake lived pretty close, so a 10 minute walk didn’t feel dreadful at all. Instead, you were wondering how everything was gonna go down. Should you mention what happened last night? Should you ask him if you’re something more than friends? What if he doesn’t care at all?

Your walk ended up feeling like 5 minutes before you found yourself in front of his apartment door, pressing the doorbell before he opened the door—greeting you with a bare and sleepy face, wearing grey sweatpants and a loose white shirt, his hair still looking good but a bit messier. Yet, he still looks so good. Typical Jake.

You walk inside his apartment, the fairly-neat space making you slightly surprised as you always thought of him to be the messy type. But who would’ve thought that he actually took care of his apartment?

You stare at the digital clock on one of the shelves, reading ‘12:54 a.m.’

He leads you to his room where you both sit on his bed—him laying his back against the pillows, legs spread, while you sit beside him, legs pulled up to your chest as your arms hug them close to you.

“You looked cute t’day.. All pouty. Made me wanna ruin you again.” He breaks the silence, his voice so disgustingly hot as it’s laced with sleep and extra raspiness.

“You’re so fucking cocky,” you say, giggling a little as you refuse to make eye contact with him, too anxious to even do anything. You already started to regret even coming over. “You’ve always been.”

“Works on you though, doesn’t it?” He says, looking straight at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

You finally get the courage to make eye contact with him before you say, “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Don’t gotta. You’re the one in my bed right now,” he chuckles, earning one from you as well. You didn’t reply because, frankly, he was right. You had every right to decline his request of coming over, but you did anyways—now sitting right on his bed.

The air is thick with tension and silence. You zone out before you finally look over to him again, staring at his lap before your words catch his attention. “Are we seriously not gonna talk about last night?”

Yes, he mentioned it once earlier today, but it wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to pull more answers out of him.

“You want me to say I liked it? That I’ve been thinking about it all day?” He mocks, slightly raising an eyebrow as he realizes just how much you cared about that one night.

You go quiet, sucking in a breath. Yes, you wanted him to say exactly that, but there’s no way you were actually going to admit it.

“Cause I have.” He speaks, before adding, “I don’t gotta tell you, you’re a smart girl.”

Your cheeks flush at his comment, heat pooling between your thighs as he smirks at your flustered reaction.

“Come here,” he says a little too casually, patting on his lap like he was telling a dog to come sit.

“W-what?” You stutter. You’ve already been fucked dumb by him, so you don’t know why you were so hesitant to sit on his lap—you just were.

“Just come sit. Why, you scared?” He tuts, patting his lap once more like it was the last opportunity he’d give you.

You roll your eyes at him before you slowly crawl onto his lap, straddling it as his hands immediately find their way to your hips, resting on them as he stares up at you with those pathetic, irresistible eyes.

You gulp at the sight, your hands snaking around his neck as your bodies are so close they could nearly press together.

One hand that was once resting on your hip comes around your waist, closing the gap between your bodies as his face nuzzles into your bare neck, pressing soft and wet kisses on your skin. It was unexpected and sudden, but felt so good—almost making you shiver in his touch.

Your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in the soft and messy locks, your breathing becoming heavier as his kisses trail down from your neck, to your collarbone, down to just the top of your breasts.

You softly gasp when he tugs your crop top over your breasts, the flesh recoiling as he smirks and looks at you at the fact that you came with no bra on. “Nasty girl.”

He helps pull the shirt over your head before his mouth immediately latches onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his other hand kneads your other breast, his large hand palming and squeezing the meat.

You throw your head back slightly, mouth parting as his tongue works perfectly against your tits, your hips unintentionally grinding on his bulge.

He whimpers into the suck of your nipple when he feels the friction, pulling off your peaked bud with a wet pop, his lips swollen.

“You gonna let me fuck you again, baby?” He says, looking back up at you, your brows furrowed in pleasure as both of his hands knead and squeeze your tits like they’re stress relievers.

You whimper before nodding, the wetness in your sweatpants collecting as you want nothing more now than his cock inside of you. Sounds desperate, but in this case, you were.

“Take it off,” he says with a throaty voice, tugging at your sweatpants. You do just as he says, slipping them off and discarding them on his floor as his hands firmly place you on your back, your body on full display for him as he tugs his own sweatpants down—enough to free his throbbing cock, already pink and leaking at the tip.

He aligns his cock with your soaked core before pushing in slow, both of you gasping. You still weren’t used to his size—though you never think you’re going to be able to.

A wet squelch echoes in the room when he bottoms out, loud and sticky. Your eyes flutter open at the noise, at how obscene it sounds.

He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulder, your ankles right at his shoulders as his hips move back and forth, giving you slow and deep strokes that already hit just right. You wondered how he found that sweet spot again of yours so quickly.

“Right there, hm?” he says, pressing down on your stomach to feel where his tip hits inside you. He memorized every spot inside your pussy—what a fuckboy thing to do.

“M-mhmm,” you whimper, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes flutter shut, the pure pleasure of his cock fucking into you agonizingly slow making your brain turn into mush.

The filthy squelch of your pussy gets louder with every thrust—a lewd, sticky and wet sound that fills the room. You swear you could feel yourself dripping down to the sheets.

He reaches down to cup your jaw, forcing your face to meet his. “Look at me. Look at me while I fuck this pretty pussy,” he says, before letting out a loud groan when he feels your core tighten at his words.

His thrusts pick up, your tits bouncing as your body keeps jolting with every movement, your legs still resting over Jake’s shoulder while his hands grip onto your hips—firm enough to leave a mark if he let go.

You throw your head back further into the sheets, hips jerking and a soft moan escaping your lips when his tip kisses your cervix, his cock so deep and warm inside you it could almost make you see stars. You shift a little, moving yourself a little further from him. Well, you try to.

“Don’t run, baby. Take it,” he says, pulling on your hips so your body comes down into the place it once was before. Your eyes roll back with each thrust, your pussy practically strangling him.

“F-uck Jake—G-gonna cum—!” Your voice cracks right at the last second, before you cum. Your milky mess drips onto his cock, getting shoved back inside you as he’s still chasing his high, but he’s very close—as you feel his cock pulsing inside your tight gummy walls.

“This pussy’s all fuckin’ mine,” he groans, throwing his head back before he pulls out just in time, stroking his length a bit before his thick ropes of cum paint your stomach.

His hands finally let go of your hips, his finger marks evident as he stays there for a moment, both of you catching your breaths before he walks into his bathroom and comes out with a towel.

He wipes down your messy and dripping pussy, as well as your stomach that he spilled his release on, before discarding it lazily on the bed.

He lays beside you, pulling you into his chest, your leg thrown over his hip as your head rests on his chest, his heart fluttering from the orgasm.

You lay in silence for a few minutes, not even realizing it. All you can remember is him gently stroking your hair while you softly breathe into his chest.

“How about I pick you up from your place tomorrow?” He breaks the silence, his fingers resting in your hair before he adds, chuckling, “Maybe we can stay after hours again.”

You giggle into his chest at his conceited remark. “And what if your little girlfriends see us?”

“I’ll tell them I’m taken.”

Oh.. so this is how he makes things official?

You feel a little stunned at the statement, but also grateful that he still stuck around to annoy you all those days at work, ever since your first day at the job—and grateful that he picked you amongst the swarm of girls who’d kill to be in a relationship with him.

Your head comes off his chest, your face leaning in to press a soft and warm kiss to his plush lips as he hums into your mouth, snaking his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer to his body.

Maybe the man you so-terribly despised at your office job wasn’t that bad. Hopefully Heeseung approves.

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free use sex with jay, where he had unrestricted access to your body for his sexual need

PAIRINGS - mean dom!jay x bratty sub fem!reader

GENRE - smut (mdni), established relationship

CONTAINS - p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, ass slapping (fem), hair pulling, doggy position, reader is submissive but bratty, manhandling, breeding kink, creampie, consensual sex

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You were half-asleep when you felt the mattress dip beside you.

Not gentle, not subtle. Just the shift of weight and the familiar, deliberate press of Jay’s knee nudging between yours. You felt the air shift as his body leaned over yours, his palm sliding slow and warm beneath the hem of your oversized shirt. His shirt. Always his.

You didn’t open your eyes.

You didn’t have to.

“You’re not gonna pretend you’re asleep again, are you?” Jay’s voice was low, just rough enough to make your stomach clench. “Because we both know what this means when I wake up hard.”

You gave him the faintest hum, turning your head lazily into the pillow. “Didn’t ask you to climb on me.”

He laughed, quiet, dark.

“No,” he murmured, palm curling around the curve of your thigh. “You gave me permission to use you. Whenever I wanted.”

His fingers dipped under your panties. You stayed still, even as your breath hitched. You could already feel the slick starting to build between your legs. He hadn’t done anything yet. He didn’t have to.

“I don’t remember agreeing to being woken up like this,” you mumbled, bratty.

Jay’s fingers pressed tighter against your inner thigh. “You agreed to be mine. And that includes when you're half-asleep and faking attitude.”

He moved fast, flipping you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, dragging your hips up until your knees sank into the mattress and your face pressed into the pillow. Your shirt rode up high, your panties dragged down slow.

You let out a soft sound, half-protest, half-moan.

“Such a fucking tease,” Jay muttered behind you. “You act like you don’t want it, but your pussy says otherwise. You’re soaked.”

His palm smacked your ass—hard. You jumped, breath catching, heat flaring in your cheeks.

“Jay—”

“Don’t ‘Jay’ me. You begged for this setup,” he said, voice calm but cutting. “Told me you wanted to be available whenever I needed. Like my own little toy. My personal fuckdoll.”

You whimpered into the pillow, hips twitching back toward him instinctively.

He leaned over you, lips at your ear. “So don’t pretend to be shy now.”

Then he reached between your thighs and ran two fingers up your slit—slow, filthy, teasing. Your thighs trembled as he pressed them in just enough to spread the mess you’d already made.

“You’re dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he growled. “God, you’re disgusting.”

“Fuck you,” you breathed, grinding back against his hand.

He pulled his fingers away, brought them to your lips, and tapped. “Then suck.”

You opened your mouth, letting him slip them past your tongue. He watched you over your shoulder, eyes dark and possessive as you moaned around them, sucking like you wanted to be punished.

Jay pulled back suddenly, hands dragging your hips up until you arched for him—on your knees, spine bowed, legs spread wide. Completely exposed.

“Look at this,” he muttered behind you. “Fucking perfect. So pretty like this. All mine.”

You squirmed in place, back arching deeper. “Then hurry up and take what’s yours.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then his hand landed on your ass again, harder this time, enough to make your legs jolt.

“You don’t get to make demands,” he said, voice dark and dangerous. “You gave me access. That means I use you how I want. When I want. How long I want.”

You clenched around nothing.

Jay’s cock pressed between your thighs then—thick and hot, dragging up your folds with one slow thrust of his hips, letting you feel the weight of him through the mess you’d already made.

You gasped.

“Fuck—Jay, please—”

He gripped your hair, yanked your head back gently, just enough to hear the strain in your voice. “So polite now. What happened to all that bratty mouth?”

You whined, pushing back against him, chasing the friction.

Jay groaned under his breath, and for a second you could feel how close he was to losing control.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped your hips tighter and started grinding against you, slow, controlled, dragging his cock up and down your slit without entering. Just teasing. Just using.

You couldn’t breathe.

The stimulation was maddening. His cock gliding over your clit with every roll of his hips, his breath hot on your neck as he pressed you into the mattress like you were nothing but a pillow to rut against.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Look at you. Letting me use your body to get off. So fucking obedient when you’re wet.”

Your thighs shook.

You reached back for him, tried to grip his thigh, to pull him closer—inside, but he smacked your hand away.

“No,” he growled. “You’re not the one in control here.”

You moaned, louder this time, back arching hard as his cock slid right over your clit again, again, until your vision blurred.

“Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“That’s right,” he whispered, mouth pressed to your ear. “Come for me. Be a good toy and make a mess all over my cock.”

And you did.

You came with a cry muffled by the pillow, your legs trembling, your whole body tightening as your orgasm pulsed through you hard and fast, your slick coating his cock as he ground out the last few thrusts.

Jay let out a ragged breath, slowing down. His hands soothing now as he massaged your hips, still grinding slow and shallow against you like he couldn’t stop.

But he didn’t finish.

Not yet.

You collapsed to the mattress, legs shaking, breath caught in your throat.

Jay leaned down, kissed your shoulder, and said low in your ear:

“I’m not done with you yet.”

You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt Jay shift behind you.

His hands slid down your hips again, slow, purposeful. Possessive. He gripped the backs of your thighs and spread them wider, watching the way your folds glistened, your cunt twitching from the orgasm still fading out of your body.

“You really just came like that,” he muttered. “Without me even putting it in.”

Your cheek was pressed to the mattress, your lips parted, your breathing still shaky. “Maybe if you actually fucked me like a real man, I wouldn’t have to.”

You didn’t see it, but you heard his quiet, low laugh. Dangerous.

“Still got that mouth on you?” he asked, voice husky as he climbed back over your body. “After I let you come first? After I gave you exactly what you needed?”

His cock pressed at your entrance, thick and slick with your mess, and you could already feel your body opening up, aching for him.

“You act like you don’t love being used,” he muttered, dragging his tip slowly through your folds again, tapping at your entrance but not giving in. “But your pussy’s begging me to stay inside.”

You whimpered. “Then do it, Jay.”

He paused.

And with a low, satisfied growl, he pushed in—slowly, deliberately, dragging every inch of his cock through your overstimulated walls until he bottomed out, your body stretching to take him.

Your mouth dropped open. A breathless moan escaped your throat.

“Fuck—” Jay exhaled. “Still so fucking tight. You make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”

You tried to push back against him, but he grabbed your hips and held you there, buried to the hilt.

“You don’t get to move,” he said roughly. “You already got yours. Now you take it. Like the good girl you pretend not to be.”

His hips drew back—slowly. Then slammed in hard, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. You gasped, arching up into him.

Again. And again.

Jay set a pace that was devastating, controlled at first, each thrust deep and heavy, grinding into your sweet spot just to watch your legs tremble.

“Look at you,” he muttered, thrusting deeper, slower. “Crying for more and still trying to talk shit. You wanted this. You asked for this.”

Your fingers twisted into the sheets, your voice wrecked. “Jay, please—”

“Please what?”

You moaned.

“Say it,” he growled, hand coming down hard on your ass. “Say what you want.”

You broke.

“Please—fill me up,” you gasped. “I want you to finish inside. I want to feel it.”

Jay groaned so deep it vibrated in your spine. His hands gripped your hips harder, his thrusts turning rough, more ragged, more desperate, his breath hot on your back.

“You like being used that much?” he muttered. “Like being just a hole for me to fuck and fill whenever I want?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Fuck—yes.”

“Then take it.”

His thrusts turned brutal. His rhythm snapping faster, deeper, his cock hitting the back of your walls until your whole body jolted forward, your voice reduced to whimpers and gasps and broken pleas.

You felt it building in him. His body tightening, breath catching, his pace turning erratic as he chased his own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna stuff you so full of me you’ll be leaking for hours.”

You moaned, tightening around him, clenching just to push him over the edge.

“Fuck—baby—”

He came with a low, drawn-out groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled every drop, grinding into you until there was nothing left to give. His body draped over yours, warm and heavy, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Instead, he stayed inside. His hands soothing now, rubbing circles into your hips, your waist, your thigh. The tension drained slowly from his body, but he didn’t say anything yet.

You finally opened your mouth.

“So,” you mumbled, still face-down in the mattress, “was that… your way of using me casually?”

Jay laughed softly, low and real.

“Nah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your spine. “That was me losing control.”

yenni’s note — hi…. it’s been awhile LOL. been busy uploading on my wattpad account so i’ve only been reading on here BUT i have two more drafts ready :D

[lheesluv]

free use (p.js)

free use sex with jay, where he had unrestricted access to your body for his sexual need

PAIRINGS - mean dom!jay x bratty sub fem!reader

GENRE - smut (mdni), established relationship

CONTAINS - p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, ass slapping (fem), hair pulling, doggy position, reader is submissive but bratty, manhandling, breeding kink, creampie, consensual sex

WC — 1.6k

You were half-asleep when you felt the mattress dip beside you.

Not gentle, not subtle. Just the shift of weight and the familiar, deliberate press of Jay’s knee nudging between yours. You felt the air shift as his body leaned over yours, his palm sliding slow and warm beneath the hem of your oversized shirt. His shirt. Always his.

You didn’t open your eyes.

You didn’t have to.

“You’re not gonna pretend you’re asleep again, are you?” Jay’s voice was low, just rough enough to make your stomach clench. “Because we both know what this means when I wake up hard.”

You gave him the faintest hum, turning your head lazily into the pillow. “Didn’t ask you to climb on me.”

He laughed, quiet, dark.

“No,” he murmured, palm curling around the curve of your thigh. “You gave me permission to use you. Whenever I wanted.”

His fingers dipped under your panties. You stayed still, even as your breath hitched. You could already feel the slick starting to build between your legs. He hadn’t done anything yet. He didn’t have to.

“I don’t remember agreeing to being woken up like this,” you mumbled, bratty.

Jay’s fingers pressed tighter against your inner thigh. “You agreed to be mine. And that includes when you're half-asleep and faking attitude.”

He moved fast, flipping you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, dragging your hips up until your knees sank into the mattress and your face pressed into the pillow. Your shirt rode up high, your panties dragged down slow.

You let out a soft sound, half-protest, half-moan.

“Such a fucking tease,” Jay muttered behind you. “You act like you don’t want it, but your pussy says otherwise. You’re soaked.”

His palm smacked your ass—hard. You jumped, breath catching, heat flaring in your cheeks.

“Jay—”

“Don’t ‘Jay’ me. You begged for this setup,” he said, voice calm but cutting. “Told me you wanted to be available whenever I needed. Like my own little toy. My personal fuckdoll.”

You whimpered into the pillow, hips twitching back toward him instinctively.

He leaned over you, lips at your ear. “So don’t pretend to be shy now.”

Then he reached between your thighs and ran two fingers up your slit—slow, filthy, teasing. Your thighs trembled as he pressed them in just enough to spread the mess you’d already made.

“You’re dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he growled. “God, you’re disgusting.”

“Fuck you,” you breathed, grinding back against his hand.

He pulled his fingers away, brought them to your lips, and tapped. “Then suck.”

You opened your mouth, letting him slip them past your tongue. He watched you over your shoulder, eyes dark and possessive as you moaned around them, sucking like you wanted to be punished.

Jay pulled back suddenly, hands dragging your hips up until you arched for him—on your knees, spine bowed, legs spread wide. Completely exposed.

“Look at this,” he muttered behind you. “Fucking perfect. So pretty like this. All mine.”

You squirmed in place, back arching deeper. “Then hurry up and take what’s yours.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then his hand landed on your ass again, harder this time, enough to make your legs jolt.

“You don’t get to make demands,” he said, voice dark and dangerous. “You gave me access. That means I use you how I want. When I want. How long I want.”

You clenched around nothing.

Jay’s cock pressed between your thighs then—thick and hot, dragging up your folds with one slow thrust of his hips, letting you feel the weight of him through the mess you’d already made.

You gasped.

“Fuck—Jay, please—”

He gripped your hair, yanked your head back gently, just enough to hear the strain in your voice. “So polite now. What happened to all that bratty mouth?”

You whined, pushing back against him, chasing the friction.

Jay groaned under his breath, and for a second you could feel how close he was to losing control.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped your hips tighter and started grinding against you, slow, controlled, dragging his cock up and down your slit without entering. Just teasing. Just using.

You couldn’t breathe.

The stimulation was maddening. His cock gliding over your clit with every roll of his hips, his breath hot on your neck as he pressed you into the mattress like you were nothing but a pillow to rut against.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Look at you. Letting me use your body to get off. So fucking obedient when you’re wet.”

Your thighs shook.

You reached back for him, tried to grip his thigh, to pull him closer—inside, but he smacked your hand away.

“No,” he growled. “You’re not the one in control here.”

You moaned, louder this time, back arching hard as his cock slid right over your clit again, again, until your vision blurred.

“Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“That’s right,” he whispered, mouth pressed to your ear. “Come for me. Be a good toy and make a mess all over my cock.”

And you did.

You came with a cry muffled by the pillow, your legs trembling, your whole body tightening as your orgasm pulsed through you hard and fast, your slick coating his cock as he ground out the last few thrusts.

Jay let out a ragged breath, slowing down. His hands soothing now as he massaged your hips, still grinding slow and shallow against you like he couldn’t stop.

But he didn’t finish.

Not yet.

You collapsed to the mattress, legs shaking, breath caught in your throat.

Jay leaned down, kissed your shoulder, and said low in your ear:

“I’m not done with you yet.”

You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt Jay shift behind you.

His hands slid down your hips again, slow, purposeful. Possessive. He gripped the backs of your thighs and spread them wider, watching the way your folds glistened, your cunt twitching from the orgasm still fading out of your body.

“You really just came like that,” he muttered. “Without me even putting it in.”

Your cheek was pressed to the mattress, your lips parted, your breathing still shaky. “Maybe if you actually fucked me like a real man, I wouldn’t have to.”

You didn’t see it, but you heard his quiet, low laugh. Dangerous.

“Still got that mouth on you?” he asked, voice husky as he climbed back over your body. “After I let you come first? After I gave you exactly what you needed?”

His cock pressed at your entrance, thick and slick with your mess, and you could already feel your body opening up, aching for him.

“You act like you don’t love being used,” he muttered, dragging his tip slowly through your folds again, tapping at your entrance but not giving in. “But your pussy’s begging me to stay inside.”

You whimpered. “Then do it, Jay.”

He paused.

And with a low, satisfied growl, he pushed in—slowly, deliberately, dragging every inch of his cock through your overstimulated walls until he bottomed out, your body stretching to take him.

Your mouth dropped open. A breathless moan escaped your throat.

“Fuck—” Jay exhaled. “Still so fucking tight. You make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”

You tried to push back against him, but he grabbed your hips and held you there, buried to the hilt.

“You don’t get to move,” he said roughly. “You already got yours. Now you take it. Like the good girl you pretend not to be.”

His hips drew back—slowly. Then slammed in hard, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. You gasped, arching up into him.

Again. And again.

Jay set a pace that was devastating, controlled at first, each thrust deep and heavy, grinding into your sweet spot just to watch your legs tremble.

“Look at you,” he muttered, thrusting deeper, slower. “Crying for more and still trying to talk shit. You wanted this. You asked for this.”

Your fingers twisted into the sheets, your voice wrecked. “Jay, please—”

“Please what?”

You moaned.

“Say it,” he growled, hand coming down hard on your ass. “Say what you want.”

You broke.

“Please—fill me up,” you gasped. “I want you to finish inside. I want to feel it.”

Jay groaned so deep it vibrated in your spine. His hands gripped your hips harder, his thrusts turning rough, more ragged, more desperate, his breath hot on your back.

“You like being used that much?” he muttered. “Like being just a hole for me to fuck and fill whenever I want?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Fuck—yes.”

“Then take it.”

His thrusts turned brutal. His rhythm snapping faster, deeper, his cock hitting the back of your walls until your whole body jolted forward, your voice reduced to whimpers and gasps and broken pleas.

You felt it building in him. His body tightening, breath catching, his pace turning erratic as he chased his own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna stuff you so full of me you’ll be leaking for hours.”

You moaned, tightening around him, clenching just to push him over the edge.

“Fuck—baby—”

He came with a low, drawn-out groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled every drop, grinding into you until there was nothing left to give. His body draped over yours, warm and heavy, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Instead, he stayed inside. His hands soothing now, rubbing circles into your hips, your waist, your thigh. The tension drained slowly from his body, but he didn’t say anything yet.

You finally opened your mouth.

“So,” you mumbled, still face-down in the mattress, “was that… your way of using me casually?”

Jay laughed softly, low and real.

“Nah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your spine. “That was me losing control.”

yenni’s note — hi…. it’s been awhile LOL. been busy uploading on my wattpad account so i’ve only been reading on here BUT i have two more drafts ready :D

[lheesluv]

free use (p.js)

free use sex with jay, where he had unrestricted access to your body for his sexual need

PAIRINGS - mean dom!jay x bratty sub fem!reader

GENRE - smut (mdni), established relationship

CONTAINS - p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, ass slapping (fem), hair pulling, doggy position, reader is submissive but bratty, manhandling, breeding kink, creampie, consensual sex

WC — 1.6k

You were half-asleep when you felt the mattress dip beside you.

Not gentle, not subtle. Just the shift of weight and the familiar, deliberate press of Jay’s knee nudging between yours. You felt the air shift as his body leaned over yours, his palm sliding slow and warm beneath the hem of your oversized shirt. His shirt. Always his.

You didn’t open your eyes.

You didn’t have to.

“You’re not gonna pretend you’re asleep again, are you?” Jay’s voice was low, just rough enough to make your stomach clench. “Because we both know what this means when I wake up hard.”

You gave him the faintest hum, turning your head lazily into the pillow. “Didn’t ask you to climb on me.”

He laughed, quiet, dark.

“No,” he murmured, palm curling around the curve of your thigh. “You gave me permission to use you. Whenever I wanted.”

His fingers dipped under your panties. You stayed still, even as your breath hitched. You could already feel the slick starting to build between your legs. He hadn’t done anything yet. He didn’t have to.

“I don’t remember agreeing to being woken up like this,” you mumbled, bratty.

Jay’s fingers pressed tighter against your inner thigh. “You agreed to be mine. And that includes when you're half-asleep and faking attitude.”

He moved fast, flipping you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, dragging your hips up until your knees sank into the mattress and your face pressed into the pillow. Your shirt rode up high, your panties dragged down slow.

You let out a soft sound, half-protest, half-moan.

“Such a fucking tease,” Jay muttered behind you. “You act like you don’t want it, but your pussy says otherwise. You’re soaked.”

His palm smacked your ass—hard. You jumped, breath catching, heat flaring in your cheeks.

“Jay—”

“Don’t ‘Jay’ me. You begged for this setup,” he said, voice calm but cutting. “Told me you wanted to be available whenever I needed. Like my own little toy. My personal fuckdoll.”

You whimpered into the pillow, hips twitching back toward him instinctively.

He leaned over you, lips at your ear. “So don’t pretend to be shy now.”

Then he reached between your thighs and ran two fingers up your slit—slow, filthy, teasing. Your thighs trembled as he pressed them in just enough to spread the mess you’d already made.

“You’re dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he growled. “God, you’re disgusting.”

“Fuck you,” you breathed, grinding back against his hand.

He pulled his fingers away, brought them to your lips, and tapped. “Then suck.”

You opened your mouth, letting him slip them past your tongue. He watched you over your shoulder, eyes dark and possessive as you moaned around them, sucking like you wanted to be punished.

Jay pulled back suddenly, hands dragging your hips up until you arched for him—on your knees, spine bowed, legs spread wide. Completely exposed.

“Look at this,” he muttered behind you. “Fucking perfect. So pretty like this. All mine.”

You squirmed in place, back arching deeper. “Then hurry up and take what’s yours.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then his hand landed on your ass again, harder this time, enough to make your legs jolt.

“You don’t get to make demands,” he said, voice dark and dangerous. “You gave me access. That means I use you how I want. When I want. How long I want.”

You clenched around nothing.

Jay’s cock pressed between your thighs then—thick and hot, dragging up your folds with one slow thrust of his hips, letting you feel the weight of him through the mess you’d already made.

You gasped.

“Fuck—Jay, please—”

He gripped your hair, yanked your head back gently, just enough to hear the strain in your voice. “So polite now. What happened to all that bratty mouth?”

You whined, pushing back against him, chasing the friction.

Jay groaned under his breath, and for a second you could feel how close he was to losing control.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped your hips tighter and started grinding against you, slow, controlled, dragging his cock up and down your slit without entering. Just teasing. Just using.

You couldn’t breathe.

The stimulation was maddening. His cock gliding over your clit with every roll of his hips, his breath hot on your neck as he pressed you into the mattress like you were nothing but a pillow to rut against.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Look at you. Letting me use your body to get off. So fucking obedient when you’re wet.”

Your thighs shook.

You reached back for him, tried to grip his thigh, to pull him closer—inside, but he smacked your hand away.

“No,” he growled. “You’re not the one in control here.”

You moaned, louder this time, back arching hard as his cock slid right over your clit again, again, until your vision blurred.

“Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“That’s right,” he whispered, mouth pressed to your ear. “Come for me. Be a good toy and make a mess all over my cock.”

And you did.

You came with a cry muffled by the pillow, your legs trembling, your whole body tightening as your orgasm pulsed through you hard and fast, your slick coating his cock as he ground out the last few thrusts.

Jay let out a ragged breath, slowing down. His hands soothing now as he massaged your hips, still grinding slow and shallow against you like he couldn’t stop.

But he didn’t finish.

Not yet.

You collapsed to the mattress, legs shaking, breath caught in your throat.

Jay leaned down, kissed your shoulder, and said low in your ear:

“I’m not done with you yet.”

You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt Jay shift behind you.

His hands slid down your hips again, slow, purposeful. Possessive. He gripped the backs of your thighs and spread them wider, watching the way your folds glistened, your cunt twitching from the orgasm still fading out of your body.

“You really just came like that,” he muttered. “Without me even putting it in.”

Your cheek was pressed to the mattress, your lips parted, your breathing still shaky. “Maybe if you actually fucked me like a real man, I wouldn’t have to.”

You didn’t see it, but you heard his quiet, low laugh. Dangerous.

“Still got that mouth on you?” he asked, voice husky as he climbed back over your body. “After I let you come first? After I gave you exactly what you needed?”

His cock pressed at your entrance, thick and slick with your mess, and you could already feel your body opening up, aching for him.

“You act like you don’t love being used,” he muttered, dragging his tip slowly through your folds again, tapping at your entrance but not giving in. “But your pussy’s begging me to stay inside.”

You whimpered. “Then do it, Jay.”

He paused.

And with a low, satisfied growl, he pushed in—slowly, deliberately, dragging every inch of his cock through your overstimulated walls until he bottomed out, your body stretching to take him.

Your mouth dropped open. A breathless moan escaped your throat.

“Fuck—” Jay exhaled. “Still so fucking tight. You make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”

You tried to push back against him, but he grabbed your hips and held you there, buried to the hilt.

“You don’t get to move,” he said roughly. “You already got yours. Now you take it. Like the good girl you pretend not to be.”

His hips drew back—slowly. Then slammed in hard, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. You gasped, arching up into him.

Again. And again.

Jay set a pace that was devastating, controlled at first, each thrust deep and heavy, grinding into your sweet spot just to watch your legs tremble.

“Look at you,” he muttered, thrusting deeper, slower. “Crying for more and still trying to talk shit. You wanted this. You asked for this.”

Your fingers twisted into the sheets, your voice wrecked. “Jay, please—”

“Please what?”

You moaned.

“Say it,” he growled, hand coming down hard on your ass. “Say what you want.”

You broke.

“Please—fill me up,” you gasped. “I want you to finish inside. I want to feel it.”

Jay groaned so deep it vibrated in your spine. His hands gripped your hips harder, his thrusts turning rough, more ragged, more desperate, his breath hot on your back.

“You like being used that much?” he muttered. “Like being just a hole for me to fuck and fill whenever I want?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Fuck—yes.”

“Then take it.”

His thrusts turned brutal. His rhythm snapping faster, deeper, his cock hitting the back of your walls until your whole body jolted forward, your voice reduced to whimpers and gasps and broken pleas.

You felt it building in him. His body tightening, breath catching, his pace turning erratic as he chased his own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna stuff you so full of me you’ll be leaking for hours.”

You moaned, tightening around him, clenching just to push him over the edge.

“Fuck—baby—”

He came with a low, drawn-out groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled every drop, grinding into you until there was nothing left to give. His body draped over yours, warm and heavy, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Instead, he stayed inside. His hands soothing now, rubbing circles into your hips, your waist, your thigh. The tension drained slowly from his body, but he didn’t say anything yet.

You finally opened your mouth.

“So,” you mumbled, still face-down in the mattress, “was that… your way of using me casually?”

Jay laughed softly, low and real.

“Nah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your spine. “That was me losing control.”

yenni’s note — hi…. it’s been awhile LOL. been busy uploading on my wattpad account so i’ve only been reading on here BUT i have two more drafts ready :D

[lheesluv]

Hope ur ok ✶ yjw.

Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created.

Summary: Ever since you rejected Jungwon's feelings back in high school, he swore to his life that he'll make you regret it by beating you at every competition that he can possibly see — and you're not one to back down either

Four years into college and your unwavering rivalry with Jungwon never stopped and it's leading you to insanity, wondering if this is a battle of one's wit or pride, or just a pay back for breaking your best friend's heart.

✰ Song inspiration: Hope Ur Ok by Olivia Rodrigo, Colossal Loss by Niki, Teenage Dream by Olivia Rodrigo

✰ Word Count: 22.6k

✰ Tags: Childhood friends to best friends to academic rivals to lovers or enemies? Or a third thing? We don’t know, infuriating angst, miscommunications? no communications at all, hurt no comfort, denial of feelings, betrayal, a bit of fluff ig, smut! cursing and banters, college setting, classmates, bands, house parties (jungwon had the party 4 u moment), Yang Jungwon is in a band (and he’s a petty asshole,) reader is also petty (also has pent-up feelings for Jungwon). They were young and immature, let them slide, mentions of enhypen members, mentions of kpop idols, oc characters. Minju as your best friend. Open ending.

✰ CW: smut! Plot with little porn, unprotected sex (pls don’t) oral (f receiving), clothed sex, dom! Jungwon, sub! Reader, nipple/breast play, degradation, dacryphilia, implied somnophilia.

✰ Asul’s note: fifth installment of arcanum series!! FINALLY Jungwon’s story is here! I know you guys are waiting for this one, and I hope you guys enjoy this one. I didn’t hold back with the angst in this one so yeah. Also shitty smut ahead, I’m not great with the degradation and mean stuff lol. Inaacuracies once again, and not proofread enough, but enjoy it though.

Also if you have read Heeseung’s story, his gf is also the reader, but I gave her a name here in Jungwon's story since she has a huge role in this one lol. (They’re still considered as y/n in their own story.)

You can check the other member's stories here: Heeseung | Jay | Jake | Sunghoon

✰ Taglist: @kiikiisblog @chuuyaobsessed @mangoescrazy @dearestdreamies @ambi01 @meowwons @sourkiki @won1yoiz @avadie @tinyteezer @tatikeu @heeseungsgf26 @k1ttyjwon @wondash @whotfcrystal

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The classroom was filled with noises. Bustling whispers and groans as the midterm papers are being returned by their professor. The woman in front, Atty. Yoon has a small smile on her lips as she hands out the papers one by one. 

“Congratulations Jungwon! You’ve got a perfect score,” a round of applause filled the classroom. All eyes were on Jungwon who had a small smile as he accepted his paper from the midterm exams. 

As Jungwon sat on his chair, he quietly observed his answers after not seeing it for a week. It wasn't his best arguments but it still got him a perfect score, he doesn’t have the right to complain about whether he could’ve done better. 

“Y/n, perfect score too, congratulations!” his head lifted immediately as soon as your name was called. Jungwon watches you stand up from your seat and walk towards the teacher’s table. You mouthed your thanks to your professor before going back towards your seat — catching the way Jungwon was staring at you, and giving him an eye roll before sitting. 

You began rereading your paper. Seeing the small comments and remarks from your professor made your smile even wider. The perfect score was just a small thing, but hearing feedback from your professor was a different praise for your intelligence. 

After returning all the papers. Atty. Yoon began her lecture. The class fell into silence, unable to ask their peers their results. You listened to her diligently as you wrote down notes and observations from her lectures, until the clock strikes at three-thirty.

“Okay! That’s all for today, remember to pass your activities tomorrow and — oh! May I request those who got a score of ninety-five and above to approach me? Class dismissed.” she smiled as she watched her students scramble from their seats.

You stood up from your seat, walking straight towards the teacher’s table along with some classmates of yours — including Jungwon, who only gave you a small glance. 

“The Supreme court is opening their office for interns this year, but only one will be given to this section since limited slots will be open,” the professor explained, looking at each student one by one. 

“This isn’t mandatory but it will be a great experience. I am giving you all the opportunity to apply for it. It’ll be open next month, just wait for my further announcement, but for now, think about it and its merit on your future” with that, she grabs her things, smiling at them as she bids, “that would be all, goodbye!”

As she exited the classroom, your classmates were surprised by the news, they began conversing about the internship while you’re still sinking in the news. 

An internship in the supreme court? It’s a great starter to know more about the court trials and hearing of laws. — it’s not just a great opportunity, it might be a stepping stone for your future as a lawyer.

“You’re going to try?” you turned to your classmate who you only replied with a smile. 

“Of course she will! Y/n, I think you’ll be a great candidate for it!” another one complimented, and you only chuckled.

“I do think it’s a great opportunity,” you simply answered, not missing the way Jungwon glanced at you. 

“What about you Jungwon? You’re going to try?” someone asked, and Jungwon didn’t say a word for a moment. 

“I’ll think about it,” Jungwon replied, glancing at you who’s smile faded. “I might be busy with Arcanum too.”

“Oh really? But I bet you can multitask it, you’re not Yang Jungwon for nothing!” 

As soon as their attention shifted on Jungwon, you excused yourself and returned to your seat. A thinned line formed on your lips as you grabbed your bag when you felt a presence approaching you. 

“You seem relieved,” Jungwon stated. “That I’ll think about it.”

“What makes you think that I’m relieved? It’s like you’re saying I’m scared that you might steal the slot from me.”

“Your words, not mine,” Jungwon nonchalantly shrugged. 

“Because I know you Jungwon, your ‘I’ll think about it’ will just take a day and you’re going to do it eventually,” you sassed.

“And I know you y/n, this opportunity is a great kick for your law school essays,” Jungwon smirked at you as he reached his hand. “May the best student win.”

“Fuck off Jungwon,” you snarled at him, glaring before leaving the classroom. The heavy feeling in your heart followed you not long after as you exited your department building. 

You and Jungwon used to be two peas in a pod. Growing up in the same neighborhood, you two became close the moment your parents knocked on the doors of the Yang residence and introduced themselves. 

You remember five year old Jungwon peeking behind his mother while his older sister was just right beside him. He quickly introduced himself to you, smiling despite lacking one upper front tooth, and inviting you if you want to play their wii station.

From there, you and Jungwon grew up together along with Jiwon. You assumed that you’ll be closer with Jiwon, playing dress-ups and dolls, but Jungwon always makes sure that you’ll get to play with him — which resulted in the two of you becoming best friends. He always clings to you, talks to you with the most random thoughts which usually catch you off-guard, and gives you the most random things just because it reminds him of you. 

Your friendship with Jungwon didn’t stop when you returned to your original address during high school. You know that texts and chats won’t suffice, that’s why you begged your parents to continue your study at Decelis University’s high school department because you know that Jungwon is there — and you don’t want to be separated from him. 

With the condition of maintaining good grades, your parents allowed you to study there. During high school, you and Jungwon were considered as a genius duo. Always on the top two of the whole department, but none of you see it as a rivalry. It’s more of a support to each other. He helps you with math and science, while you help him in history and language.

You two spend most of the time studying, frequently in his house or sometimes in a random coffee shop. It was tranquil, and you loved every moment with Jungwon. You considered him as your bestest friend, and you were looking forward to continuing it during college especially when both of you got accepted into Decelis University. 

Then came your high school graduation. That moment was supposed to be a celebration for both of you. You were ranked second while Jungwon’s the valedictorian of the batch. Everything felt so right, not until Jungwon asked you for a favor.

“What are we doing here Jungwon?” you asked. The hallways were empty, students were inside the small convention hall of Decelis, lining up for the ceremony. Your parents will be here any moment and so are his, but Jungwon asked to accompany him — having to get something in their locker. 

That’s how you two ended up inside your empty classroom, you stood there while Jungwon fiddled his locker. Opening it, grabbing something, and then as he faces you. Jungwon looks so nervous and you’re confused, never in your life would you see your best friend this nervous. 

“I’m going straight to the point but I like you y/n, not as a best friend, but as a woman,” he confessed boldly. He then stretches his arms, showing you the object that he was holding: a small white paper bag with a delicate blue ribbon wrapped on the side. You eyed the logo of the paper bag and knew that it was an expensive jewelry brand. 

“Jungwon —” you stopped. Words couldn’t get out of your mouth. Your heart starts beating fast because you don’t know what to say. You were flustered — surprised on top of that. You didn’t expect Jungwon to boldly confess to you.

You didn’t expect that Jungwon has feelings for you, or maybe he’s not subtle and you’re just too oblivious about it. That’s why you stood there frozen as you tried to stitch some words to say to Jungwon. 

“I’m sorry Wonwon…” you managed to stutter. “But I can’t accept your feelings — my parents, they told me to focus on my studies first. They think relationships will just be a distraction.”

As those words fell from your mouth, Jungwon felt his ears ringing. Heart dropping as he slowly brings back the paperbag he was holding. He couldn’t believe what you just said to him.

Bullshit. Jungwon called it bullshit. He can feel his heart shattering into thousands of pieces as he processes every damn word that you said. You watched as the hopeful look on Jungwon’s face distorted in a confusion then slowly, his face became bitter and betrayed. 

“I see how it is,” Jungwon bitterly laughs. “Really? That’s your reason? Alright, if that’s really your reason then prove it to me.”

Your forehead creased at his words, confused by Jungwon’s reaction. “Prove it to you — Jungwon, what are you talking about?”

“Prove it to me, show me that your reason really is the truth and now just some excuse,” Jungwon challenged.

 “Are you seriously throwing away our friendship just because I rejected you?” you couldn’t believe it. Years of friendship all crumbled down just because you couldn’t reciprocate your feelings to him. 

“Your reason is shallow y/n,” he pointed out instead. That’s when you realized that the Jungwon in front of you isn’t your best friend anymore. That the Jungwon in front of you was a guy who you just rejected but couldn’t accept.

You scoffed in disbelief, “shallow!? You’re the one who couldn’t accept that I rejected you!”

“And you’re going to regret rejecting me.” Jungwon warned with a serious tone. “Prioritizing studies? You think I’m going to believe that?”

“Think whatever you want Jungwon,” you snarled at him. “We’re done, I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

“Oh no, we’re not done yet,” Jungwon smirks at you. “We’re just getting started.”

Your years of friendship with Jungwon vanished that day. Ever since that day, Jungwon looks at you like a competition that he needs to beat — and he sticks true to his words. 

You know how petty Jungwon can be. But you didn’t realise that he was that petty and prideful enough to challenge you. It even led him to transferring to the same college program as you which is legal management. You were surprised to see him in your classroom on the first day of class. You thought that he’ll stick with Physical Therapy but he chose the same program as yours just so he can prove to you that he’s serious about his words.

You weren’t going to take it seriously, but when the first debate was exchanged between the two of you a week into your freshman year, you decided to play along with his games.

It wasn’t those typical, my grades are higher than you so suck it up! type of rivalry. Both of you are equally intelligent, gpa and grades are always 1 never falling under 2. Jungwon doesn’t care if you aced an exam and he got three mistakes. What he cares about is competing with you at anything that will be worth your pride and academics. 

Recitations, rankings, organizations and contests. Those are his targets. If you joined a club, he’s joining it too. If you’re joining a contest, he’s joining it too. He’ll argue with you at every chance he could get, he doesn’t care if it ends up illogical, all he wants to see is the pissed expression on your face as he never stops rebutting all your arguments.

The tallies of the winner and losers are always equal because you’re not one to back down either. You’re not going to let him win. After ruining your friendship, you want Jungwon to regret ruining his friendship with you.

No one was tallying but the first one to quit loses, and so far, no one has ever forfeited. Both of you are fueled with pride and intelligence, eager to prove the other party that they’re wrong. Everyone knows that tension between the two of you. Some are wary of it, but others brush it off, thinking that it’s just a stupid college rivalry — not knowing the history you two had.

The only thing that Jungwon didn’t join was the Decelis Publications because for once, he admits that he’s not that creative when it comes to writing articles. He’s not going to burn his creative juices in that area, so instead, he ventured on other things — which is joining a band. 

During his freshman year, Jungwon was roped into joining a university band along with three of his seniors. Arcanum was created and they became widely popular during their years in Decelis. Jungwon was their drummer and it didn’t surprise you since Jungwon has always loved playing drums ever since he was a kid. 

So while he’s out there making noise as a band member, you find peace in Decelis Publications. An area that only you can touch. A place where there is no Yang Jungwon breathing against your neck and you can move on your own. Everything about it was worth it especially when you were appointed as the paper’s Editor-in-Chief in your last year in college. 

“Excuse me, you want me to do what?” you repeated, an offended look on your face was written. 

“Not me, it was Ma’am Jo, she wants you to do an exclusive interview with Jungwon,” Minju, your best friend slash assistant editor of the publication repeated.

“I know Minju, but — are you serious!?” you whisper-shouted but Minju could only give you a knowing look. She knows about your rivalry with Jungwon, and she knows how much you hate that boy but the order came from the paper’s adviser. 

No way. There’s no fucking way. You already interviewed Arcanum back then during the year-end concert. Why do the publications need to write an article about them — specifically Yang Jungwon.

“Listen, they’re popular now, they’re going to go mainstream especially when they’re gearing up for their debut single, every eyes is on them, and Jungwon, being the youngest and still in college, managed to multitask his studies and playing in a band, he’s the pride of Decelis at the moment.” Minju explains calmly.

“Wouldn’t that offend the other members who just happen to be ahead of him? Isn’t it better to just interview the whole group since all of them are from Decelis?” you justified, and Minju nods in agreement. 

“You just don’t want to interview Jungwon alone, don’t you?” Minju laughs, making you roll your eyes.

“You know me Minju,” it’s the only thing you could say. 

“Then, tell that to Ma’am Jo, I’ll think she’ll understand your reason,” your best friend suggested.

“She should or else I’ll have you interview them,” you threatened, leaving the club room with Minju laughing at your remark. 

The walk towards the faculty room was short. Knocking on the door, all heads turned as you gave the teachers inside a smile and small greeting before approaching your adviser who focused on her laptop. 

“Yes, y/n what is it dear?” Miss Jo brightly asked, beaming at you. 

“Ma’am, regarding your request to interview Yang Jungwon,” you started.

She seems delighted with your words, “yes! What about it?”

“Why is he the focus of our article just because he’s still a Decelis student? Wouldn’t that be unfair for the other members of the band? They only graduated last year too,” you explained.

Miss Jo hums for a second, nodding as she seems to understand your sentiments. “Well, I only suggested Jungwon because he’ll be easier to be reached unlike the other three — unless you have connections with them? My original plan was to cover their whole journey. Starting from being a university band up to where they are now. I’m a bit intimidated to reach the others, that’s why I only suggested Jungwon.”

“That’s a lot Ma’am,” you commented shortly.

“Yes, it’s a bit hectic too, that's why I suggested that you handle it, and just ask Jungwon a short interview — unless you know how to reach the whole band.”

“I can do that, I just want to ask for the deadline,” you asked, hoping that it won’t clash with the internship. You know that you can multitask but at the same time, priorities should also be ranked, and the internship is a huge deal for you.

“It’s up to you, just be there during their release of their single debut and their showcase, we’ll put them in the paper’s front page and we’ll post them on the university’s official page,” she explains. 

“That seems to be a lot of work,” you mindlessly commented. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll ask for merit points on your extracurriculars, how’s that sound?” she suggested.

“Deal,” you said without any hesitation. 

As you exit the office, you lightly skip your way back towards the club room. It’ll be an easy task, you know someone who’s close to Arcanum and is willing to set up an interview with them. There’s no need to go through Jungwon because you know that he’ll immediately reject your request for the interview. 

Good for him though, you don’t have any plans of involving him on your plan too.

-

The daycare center across the street of Decelis University was filled with noises and kids running on the playground. The afternoon’s windy and cool with dark gray clouds filling the place and yet, it didn’t bother you as you went inside one of the classrooms where she was waiting for you.

“Of course babe! When do you need it?” the older girl said with a smile. You watch as she cleans each table of her students, while you’re following her from behind. 

Yang Jiwon — Jungwon’s older sister, has known Arcanum for years. The Yang residence used to be the band’s spot for practices during their college days and Jiwon had witnessed Arcanum starting from their humble beginnings.

When you and Jungwon broke up your friendship, Jiwon was the first person you ran into — despite knowing that Jungwon probably had run into her too. Jiwon was both your middle ground and pacifier. She fully understands both sides and instead of interfering, she lets you two play around the rivalry — hoping that one day, you two fully understand that you two have been dancing around your feelings instead of properly communicating.

Jiwon is still a close friend of yours. You were also there to witness her college love story that revolved around her delusional crush with Arcanum’s vocalist and how they eventually became a couple — which leads to where you are right now. 

“As soon as possible, is it a busy week for them?” you asked. 

“Just a couple of gigs, and band practices as far as I know, I’ll ask Hee,” Jiwon hums. “You know I was going to ask you why you approached me in reaching out for Arcanum when Jungwon’s there, but then again, never mind.”

You ignored the older girl’s teasing tone, rolling your eyes as you darted your attention somewhere else. “He won’t agree to it even if I approach him first.”

“Hey, why would he reject it? You know it’s big news that Decelis will cover their showcase, it’s rare for universities to support their students — it’s good exposure too, it’ll benefit both of you,” Jiwon pointed out. 

“Because I’m writing it, it’s going to be under Decelis publications, which is being handled by me,” you explained. 

“You and Jungwon’s rivalry,” Jiwon could only breathe. “Seriously, it’s been four years, you two aren’t going to call it quits? Have you ever thought of just giving up and properly explaining it to him? I graduated, got a job, and everything and you two are still fighitng.”

“Yeah, I think we both would rather die than properly communicate,” you shrugged, making Jiwon let out a sigh before grabbing her bag, and the two of you exit the classroom.

“What am I going to do to make you two go back to being friends,” she murmured, massaging her temples like it’s stressing her out.

“Nothing at all, so don’t worry about us,” you smiled, but the older girl didn’t buy it. 

“I’m just scared y/n, that things might go too far,” Jiwon sincerely said.

You only laughed at her worries, “it won’t. It’s just an academic rivalry, plus I like the competition.”

“Enough to outweigh your feelings for him?”

You didn’t answer Jiwon. The whole minute of awkward silence was enough for her to not pry further and just continue walking. She knows that you’re holding back your feelings because of its irony. Up to this point you still won’t accept the fact that you had developed feelings for Jungwon even though he’s a jerk and ruined your friendship. 

Jiwon knows your conflict and the only way to fix it is to tell Jungwon the truth but your pride says otherwise — there’s no use when you know that Jungwon doesn’t see you that way anymore. 

-

A week later, Jungwon approaches you. He’s not even near your vicinity and yet you’re already aware of him and his intention to ruin your Monday.

“An interview with Arcanum, that’s so sweet of you, you know?” he coos and you only let out a gruntled sound.

“Did Jiwon tell you that?” you asked, not even raising your head to look at him.

“Not noona, but Heeseung-hyung did,” Jungwon pointed out, and that makes sense to you too. Jiwon had informed you that she had passed the message to her boyfriend, they agreed but last week they were swarmed with gigs, that's why they weren’t able to meet you. “Which hurts me because you know I’ll agree if you asked me to interview us.”

“I don’t want you shoving it to me that you did me a favor.” you justified. The last thing that you want is to be in debt to Jungwon. 

“How about we drop that act and be professional on this one?” he offered, and that’s when you raised your hand. Glancing at him who only stood there with a small smile on his lips.

“Professional — you’re shitting yourself Jungwon? Since when did you even become professional with everything that involves me,” you mocked.

“Don’t you want it? I’m lowering myself down for you.”

“I don’t need you to.”

“I want to,” Jungwon insisted, his tone becoming serious. “How about this, you’ll get the full inside scoop of Arcanum’s preparation for our debut, even a free media pass for our showcase, but you have to make sure that it’ll give us good publicity.”

“What’s in for me?” you quickly interjected.

“I’m not going to participate in the internship,” Jungwon boldly said, and that made you raise an eyebrow. “I’ll be busy with Arcanum, our schedule and bookings are full by the end of the year, I might not be able to balance a heavy internship.”

“You really mean it?” you asked. You don’t know why but you felt something odd with Jungwon approaching you all of the sudden and striking a deal with you — like he didn’t just tell you, “may the best student wins.” last week. It’s like he has a deeper intention than what he proposed to you. 

“It won’t even benefit me, it’s not like I’m going to continue taking law,” he casually shrugs. Right. You did remember that legal management wasn’t even his choice of career. “Do you even want it or not?”

“Fine,” you said in defeat, it’s not like you’ll immediately get the slot, but since Jungwon’s forfeiting it meant less competitors for you.

You raised your pinky finger and Jungwon only stared at it for a minute.

“What are you twelve?” he mocks.

“You know I take pinky promises Won,” you told him. “If you really mean it, swear it on me.”

Jungwon heaves out a sigh before intertwining his pinky finger on yours and touching your thumb with his thumb to secure the deal. As you broke out from his touch, you only gave him a small glare.

“Keep your promises Won,” you told him.

“When did I even break my promise?” he said, and you didn’t rebut because you know it yourself that Yang Jungwon doesn’t break promises. 

-

You had prepared yourself for meeting Arcanum. Listening to their old songs, and asking Jiwon for some information about them. You wanted to make sure that you have a deep knowledge about the group before properly interviewing them.

Jungwon told you that he’ll let you know when the interview will be, but the following days there has been a radio silence. Classes continued. Quizzes, recitations, and small debates that always had your section witnessing your endless banters with Jungwon occured.

The internship for the Supreme Court was also posted on board, and it seems like the slots really are limited this time — only five and that’s for the whole one-hundred and fifty senior students under your program. Atty. Yoon had handed the requirements and while you had spare time, you completed everything that’s needed.

“Let’s go,” Jungwon said one fine Wednesday afternoon, startling you who’s still sitting in the chair. 

“Don’t scare me like that,” you snarled at him.

“Come on now, you said you want a glimpse right? You’ll be joining us at our practice tonight,” Jungwon explains and that only made you roll your eyes. 

“Fine, just a minute —”

“Faster, I don’t want to be stuck in the rush hour —”

“Damn it Jungwon, just wait!” you shouted at him who only had a teasing smile on his lips. He crossed his arms as you hurriedly shoved everything inside your bag before carrying it on your shoulder.

God you wonder how you’ll be able to spend the remaining day without Jungwon taunting you. You’ll probably go nuts before the article ends. 

You followed Jungwon towards the parking lot where a familiar red car is parked. You know that car, you remember the first time Jungwon drove it and how you two almost ran over a cat crossing the street. Both of you were so traumatized that he didn’t drive it for a whole week — and he managed to overcome it when you stayed late at night in their place one time, and he offered to drive you back to your house instead of booking a car.

You hate how nostalgia is rushing through your mind especially when things aren’t the way it was before then. A bitter smile escapes your lips as you step inside the car. Everything is the same, even that nose-prickling strawberry scent is still there. 

Jungwon didn’t teased further, he only opened the bluetooth speaker and played a song on shuffle before he drove away from the university in silence. Daydream Records — the label that took them in was thirty minutes away from Decelis, with additional ten minutes due to the rush hour traffic, you and Jungwon arrived at the building before the sun had set.

“What do you even want to know about us,” Jungwon asked the moment you two entered the elevator. “We’re barely starting with our career.”

“Everyone’s eyeing on your debut,” you only said leaning against the wall. “Stop being so humble, you know it yourself that Arcanum is getting popular.”

The elevator stopped and Jungwon exited first while you only followed him. Turning towards the right hallway before going inside a door. He opens the door without any hesitation and soft strums of keyboard welcome you. 

“Hi guys,” Jungwon greeted casually. 

“Hey —” Heeseung wasn’t able to finish his sentence when his eyes darted on you.

“This is y/n, Decelis publication’s editor-in-chief,” Jungwon introduces and you only gave them an awkward smile as their stare darted at you.

“Oh! Your so-called archnemesis,” Sunghoon spoked, grinning as he waves at you. 

“Yeah, that’s me,” you chuckled. “I’m here to interview you guys and observe your daily routine before your showcase. If it’s your practice time, I won’t disturb you at all. I’ll just be here to watch you.” 

“For the papers right? So glad that you were able to convince Jungwon to do this,” Heeseung jokes.

“We made a promise,” you nonchalantly replied. “If I wrote a bad article, blame it on him.”

“Woah, you really had Jungwon on chokehold,” Jay laughs, while the youngest couldn’t do anything but to glare at his bandmates. 

“Since you’re here, want to hear our debut single? It’ll be released in two weeks, so consider yourself lucky that you’ll hear it before the whole country does,” Heeseung suggested, before he led you to sit on the couch nearby. 

“So you’ll only be releasing a single?” you asked while you took a seat.

“Already on the interview part? Yeah, we want to check whether we’ll reach our target audience through our music, although some of our original songs are still on streaming sites, they can listen to it — but this one establishes our name in the mainstream,” Heeseung explains. 

You only nod as you continue your conversations with them. They seem chill to talk with, like talking to a friend who’s a band member. After that short interview, they began practicing for their song. 

Their debut single, “Helium” was ear-catching. Jay produced the song and out of all the fifteen songs they’ve composed, they opted for Helium since it’s catchy and it’s like starting their career with a bang. Jay and Heeseung eventually became the vocalists of the band, with Heeseung taking the main parts.

While Sunghoon and Jungwon remained on their instruments, the band was planning on making everyone sing on the l0ng run. They shared that all of them can sing — which surprises you.

“You don’t know? Jungwon can sing,” Sunghoon teases during their short break, taking it as an opportunity for you to ask questions again. 

“I just haven’t heard him sing,” you answered.

“I guess, it’s time for Jungwon to sing,” Jay pats Jungwon’s shoulder who rolls his eyes. 

“Keep on dreaming y/n,” he sticks his tongue out. 

“I’m not requesting you to sing bitch,” you sassed.

“No fighting in this room so stop it you two,” Heeseung claps his hand, immediately stopping the fight before it could go longer. “Break time’s over, let’s go back to practice.”

The three of them stood up from their place and returned to their instruments, with Jungwon turning his back and giving you a middle finger, you scoffed in disbelief and did the same to him, even mouthing “fuck you.”

This is going to be a challenging article for you. 

-

You’re not sure how you manage to hold on to your sanity everytime you’re with Arcanum — actually, it’s just Jungwon. 

The article’s still in process. Miss Jo seems to be happy with the progress and has pitched some of her ideas. You’ve interviewed the members one by one then as a group. The three older members were easy to interview with. Casual and fun to talk with. They’re very passionate with the band even though none of them took music as a college program. It amazes you how their passion outweighs everything.

While Jungwon? Jungwon’s making it hard for you. He’s there with his smug grin and arms crossed as he tilts his head teasingly while you’re trying your best to give him questions about his journey as Arcanum’s drummer.

Professional my ass.

Your phone recorder had witnessed your hour long banter with him. Even the snarky remarks and name calling was there. Of course you’re not going to transcribe that in the papers, you’ll get suspended. Still, it frustrates you that Jungwon’s making it hard for you. 

“What happens to being a professional?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I am being professional,” he shrugs.

“Sure because answering “it’s cool” and “i’m having fun” to my questions is professional,” you sarcastically replied. 

“Well, I’m a man of few words,” Jungwon smiled, and there it was — that shit-eating grin. 

“Okay, fine, that’s how you want it? I’ll take note of that,” you said before standing up. “I think I’m done for today, just tell your bandmates I’ve left.”

“Already? You’re easy to give up y/n,” he mocked, and you only rolled your eyes.

“I have to prepare for the internship,” you reasoned out. “My life isn’t all about the article just so you know.”

“Oh, I thought your life revolved around our rivalry.”

“Maybe it’s you who’s revolving around it, since you started it.”

“And yet, you’re not backing out of it.”

“Jerk.”

“Only for you.” 

You didn’t answer Jungwon, but instead you made your way out of the room, halting your walk mid-way when you felt your phone vibrating. Your pent-up frustrations died a bit when you saw that it was your mother who’s calling.

“Hey mom,” you greeted.

“Hi sweetie, how are you? I’m just checking on you because it’s been a while since you called,” she started with a worried tone.

You heaved out a sigh. All the stress and workload had made you forget to make a call to your parents. “I’m fine ma, I’m at outside at the moment, I just finished an interview with Arcanum —”

“Oh! Jungwon’s band! How is he? Is he still there?” your mother asked excitingly. 

You only closed your eyes before smiling bitterly. “No ma, I mean — I just finished the interview and I’ll be going home now, I have to finish the requirements for the internship, you know, the one for the supreme court.”

“Have you ever thought about your aunt’s offer? It’s a good deal y/n,” your mother changes the topic suddenly.

“Ma, it’s too far, I can’t, it’ll be a huge adjustment for me,” you argued. There it is again. Your mother has been bugging you about your career decisions. Your aunt was also a lawyer, but she’s currently residing in the states. She was nice to give you a scholarship under their firm, along with an internship. The offer was huge and it’ll even give you a bigger stepping stone to your dream.

But it was too soon. Too rash for you and as much as it’s a huge opportunity, you find it hard to leave everything behind in a short time.

“But we will be there y/n, you’re not going to be alone, we’re here to support you,” she softly said and that assured you, but still.

“I know that ma, but I’m just not ready to leave yet,” you only said.

“Oh that’s right, you couldn’t leave Jungwon alone,” she laughed and that made you wince. “But the offer is still open y/n, I asked your aunt to send you details through your email, looked into it okay?”

“Okay ma,” the call ended and you only laughed ironically at how your parents still think that you and Jungwon are still friends. Oh well. Things are better unexplained. 

“Hey y/n,” that’s when you turned to your left, noticing that the other Arcanum members were there. That’s when you remembered where you are right now, hopefully, they weren’t able to hear your call with your mother.

“I just finished my interview with Jungwon,” you lied, smiling awkwardly at them. “I’ll be going now, bye guys!”

You didn’t even let them bid you goodbye, you hurriedly went past them and went straight to the elevator, confusing the three but they had a small hunch.

The moment they returned to the room, Jungwon stared at them innocently.

“What?” he asked, like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Jungwon, come on take this seriously,” Heeseung reprimanded. 

“If she seriously wrote us in a bad light, we’re blaming you,” Jay pointed out and it only made the younger boy laugh. 

“She won’t, don’t worry,” Jungwon assured. 

“Okay, but you shouldn’t make it hard for her,” Heeseung shared. “I get that you guys have some rivalry, but in the end, she’ll be the one who’ll get in trouble if she won’t be able to pass the article before the deadline.”

“You’re nagging me aren’t you?” the youngest only said. 

“Just — don’t make it hard for her to do her job,” Heeseung added, patting Jungwon's shoulder lightly. “You’re too old for this childish shit Jungwon.”

“Yeah, holding onto a grudge won’t bring you good too,” Sunghoon added.

“You guys worry too much,” Jungwon commented.

“Don’t give her a hard time Jungwon,” Jay crosses his arms. “We didn’t mean to pry but we heard her call earlier with her mom, she seems to be going through something.”

“What do you mean?”

“We don’t know the context,” Heeseung answered. “But for her sake, don’t give her more stress, can you?”

“Fine.” it was the only thing Jungwon could say. Mind filled with curiosity about your call with your mother.

-

You’re all alone inside the club room.

You’ve been staring at your laptop for a few minutes. The tab of your microsoft word where your article is is left untouched. You’re deep in thoughts as you stare at the email that your aunt sent you a few days ago. Fingers tapping on the mousepad as your mind becomes afloat.

Decisions are being made inside you, weighing the pros and cons, and internally, all you wanted was a sign.

And as if, someone heard your prayers. A knock on the door echoed inside the whole room. Startled, you immediately close your tab before turning around to see Jungwon standing in front of the door. 

“Do you need anything?” you asked with a serious tone. 

“I’m just here to inform you that the showcase will be next Friday,” Jungwon said. “Heeseung hyung will be giving you a media pass, you can bring another one too. Ma’am Jo has a separate one because she’s handling the livestream.”

“Alright,” you only nod. 

“How’s the article,” he asked, sounding more genuine than usual. 

“It’s great actually,” you replied with a casual tone.

Jungwon didn’t stop despite the whole fiasco. 

The good thing was that his members were there during his solo interview. Watching him like a hawk that he was left with no choice but to answer your questions properly. Thank God they subtly helped you or else you might just have to write him out of the article.

Days passed and your articles almost finished. All you need is the coverage of their debut showcase — at a small theater hall yet it sold out in minutes. Highlighting their popularity and the public’s anticipation of their debut. 

“The internship?” he asked, sounding curious rather than mocking.

“Interview’s will be at the end of the month,” a week after the showcase. It’ll give you more time to prepare for it. You’ve already submitted your resumè to them, along with the required documents. All you needed was to prepare for the interview. 

Somehow you couldn’t help but to feel nervous about it. Even though Jungwon, your biggest rival, isn't going to participate, the chances of you getting picked are still small. That’s why you’re eager to finish the article so that you can focus on preparing for the interview. 

“Good luck to you,” he said, making you glance at him. 

With his smile, you felt a faint skip on your heart. You can feel your cheeks heating up as the two of you stood there in silence.

“Make sure to get the slot so that my promise won’t go to waste,” he added and that immediately crashes your assumptions about his words.

You only rolled your eyes as you focused on your laptop screen. “Can you even be genuine for once, Yang Jungwon?”

“You really want that from me?” he asked, and there’s a bitter tone on it that made you realise.

“Right,” you only chuckled, remembering that you and Jungwon are still rivals despite helping each other. “If you don’t need anything else, you can leave now.”

“They heard your phone call with your mom,” Jungwon started, halting your actions. You knew what he was talking about. “You had a fight with her?”

“That’s none of your business,” you answered him back.

“You never fought with her,” Jungwon pointed out.

“Maybe they should’ve added more context about my call,” you said with an annoyed tone. “I just haven’t called her in weeks, that’s why she called me worried.” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so there’s nothing going on with me at the moment,” you glanced at him. “Don’t act like you’re suddenly concerned for my well-being, Jungwon.”

For a moment, the two of you only stood there in silence. Jungwon didn’t move. He only stared at you who’s eyebags are heavy underneath the glasses. You’re not really great at hiding everything, and even with snarky remarks of yours, Jungwon still won’t buy that excuse.

But who is he even anyway? Jungwon remembers that there’s no use of him being concerned about you, it’ll only leave him confused — and so do you. So he only turned around and left. The door closes and it reminds you that your friendship with Jungwon had been gone for long — and no amount of redemption and battles of wit would ever mend it. 

You opened the mail tab once again, staring at it — the opportunity and the final step towards achieving your dreams. It’s right there in front of you. It’s chasing after you and it’s appalling because it’s begging for you and not the other way around. You’re just playing hard-to-get in this game.

But you know that you’re not ready for a big change. That’s why you shut down your laptop instead. Choices are being thunked as you exit the club room, walking towards the empty hallway as you make your way outside the building. 

You were welcomed by the golden sky, and you only smiled at the sky because you’ve been used to it as someone who’s been in Decelis since her high school days. It feels hard to say goodbye to it. You thought as you started walking towards the university gate. 

You didn’t even notice Jungwon’s who’s sitting by a nearby bench. Watching you disappear from his sight. Mind still bugged about you and what’s going on with your life. 

“Jungwon!” his thoughts disappeared when a tap on the shoulder startled him. 

“Don’t scare me like that!” he snarled at his friends who laughed at his reaction.

“We’ve been calling you from afar but you’re busy ogling at y/n,” Sunoo teased, glancing at the direction where you went.

“You know we still have a lot of months for our senior year, it’s not too late to talk to her,” Riki suggested. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jungwon replied sharply.

“Still in denial I see,” the taller man laughs.

“Not in denial,” Jungwon refuted. “I just don’t see why there’s a need to.”

“Why, afraid of getting rejected again?” Sunoo rolls his eyes. “You know, if you swallow your pride and be persistent to her, maybe the second time’s the charm, you know?” 

“Not going to follow you Sunoo.”

“Okay fine, hold onto your pride, but who has a girlfriend between the three of us?” Sunoo smirks, and the other two groans in response.

“You two don’t have a label yet!” Riki justified, and the three of them only laughed as they decided to leave their place and find a place to eat dinner.

-

The theater hall is bustling with people. Fans, media, and reporters are busying themselves as the showcase will start around six in the evening. 

You sat on your designated seat beside Minju who served as the paper’s photographer. She’s busy fixing her camera’s settings while you only sit there, waiting for it to start.

The first segment will be the interview. An hour segment wherein they’ll be answering questions from the press and their fans. While the other half will be their performance. It’ll run for an hour and a half along with a short hi-touch for the fans. Just like what they’ve told you.

You’re busy doodling on your notebook while Minju quietly captures the stage. Slowly, the place is getting crowded. Miss Jo is beside the tech booth along with some general staff, preparing for the livestream.

The program started exactly at six. The crowd became loud and flashes of camera started to flicker as the mc of the showcase announced the arrival of Arcanum.

One by one, they entered the stage, wearing casual and sporty attire. They’re also wearing light makeup and heavy accessories — their usual get-up whenever they have a gig. The screams became louder, almost like whistles of whales, and it shows that they’re currently a fan sensation. 

“Wow, they all look so handsome,” Minju said and you only nod at her words. They’re all visually-appealing, which is one of the reasons why they can easily attract fans. 

“Hello, we are Arcanum,” Heeseung leads the greeting, waving at the crowd enthusiastically before introducing themselves one by one. As they busy themselves with their greetings and introduction, you open your laptop where you have access on Decelis Publication’s social media page, preparing for a live update and multitasking on writing short captions about them. 

They started the interview lightheartedly. Sharing their thoughts and journey starting as a university band to an independent one, and eventually, signing under a label, everyone expressed their sentiments and how they’re honored that their label took them in and hone their talent. 

They also mention their goals and expectations this year, Jay wished to have their own solo concerts while Heeseung wanted to meet their fans all over the country. The question then darted to Jungwon who’s still finishing his studies, the boy only smiled at the question.

“Time management is the key, also it’s not only me who’s studying, Sunghoon hyung is doing it too,” Jungwon answered. The mc noted that their dedication and discipline is on the next level especially when their college program is far from their current career.

“Always choose your passion, that’s what strives us to work harder,” Sunghoon added.

“Actually, none of us took music as a college program,” Heeseung shared with a laugh. “But after Jay and I graduated last year, the four of us talked about our future deeply and we realized that we couldn’t let go of Arcanum, that’s why we’re here.”

“And you guys made the right decision,” the mc said genuinely, making the four smile. 

They continued the segment, changing the topic about their music, their debut single, and old songs. The members were able to answer the questions with sense and well-thought, sharing the process in their music composition and how they find inspiration on writing lyrics. 

Eventually, they moved onto the segment where they can answer their fan’s questions. The staff pulled a whiteboard with tons of sticky notes stuck to it, surprising the group with the amount of questions they received.

“How did Arcanum form?” It was the first question Heeseung picked, which surprised them.

“We haven’t told anyone this one right?” Jay shared, and the other two agreed. 

“To start, Jay and I met during freshman orientation, we became close because we learned that we love playing guitar and singing. We actually tried joining Decelis Chorale but we got rejected,” Heeseung started, laughing at his freshman self who was deflated when he didn’t get to be part of the chorale. 

“So out of spite, we thought that we should form a band, but we need to recruit members,” Heeseung added.

“While Sunghoon has been an acquaintance of mine since our parents knew each other, we met again in Decelis and I asked if he still plays the piano and he doesn’t anymore but he rekindled it when I asked him that,” Jay added. “Sunghoon was interested in playing in a band, so it’s slowly coming into pieces, we just need someone who plays the drums and Jungwon popped out of nowhere.”

“Jay hyung posted an instagram story asking if there’s any Decelis student who’s interested in playing drums, I thought it was just a one time thing but now I’m stuck with these useless hyungs,” Jungwon jokes, making the whole theater laugh. 

“We were sophomores back then while Jungwon’s still a freshman, we tried practicing our chemistry together and it worked, we performed the first time at The Rabbit Hole and there, Arcanum was born,” Sunghoon stated.

“And here you are guys,” the mc concluded.

Heeseung only smiles, “right, here we are now.”

After the question, they moved to another one. Jay picks a random one and as he reads it, he laughs at the question.

“Oh this is interesting, what is the member’s ideal type,” Jay shared, earning screams from the fans.

“Seems like everyone’s curious, who knows maybe their lucky girl is someone from the audience,” the mc teases, making the crowd scream louder. You only laughed at their reaction, looking at each other, they’re probably contemplating on whether they’ll expose their relationship or not.

“Who should go first? Jay? Since you picked it?” the mc gestured, and Jay only hums for a moment. 

“For me, my ideal type would probably be someone who’s confident and has a kind heart,” he smiled and tons of screams filled the place.

“Anyone that comes to your mind?” Heeseung asked, and the screams became louder. Jay only laughed before he looked at the vocalist.

“How about you tell us your type Heeseung,” Jay changes the topic instead.

“My type?” Heeseung thinks about it for a minute, even though there’s someone on his mind right now. “My type is someone who’s mature and independent, but at the same time, I want to take care of her too.”

“That’s cute, it’s like you want her to be dependent on you,” the mc complimented, and Heeseung could only shyly nod. “How about you Sunghoon?”

“Mine is someone who’s hard-working and goal oriented, a little hard-headed but she’s cute when she’s too stubborn,” Sunghoon smiles.

“That’s oddly specific hyung, it’s like you’re describing someone,” Jungwon commented.

“He is actually describing someone,” Jay teases, and Sunghoon’s smile never fades as he looks at Jungwon.

“It’s your turn Jungwon, tell us your ideal type,” the keyboardist asked.

“My type?” Jungwon asked, grinning before he looked at the audience.

And for a minute, you’re sure that you and him made eye contact for a second. He smiles before shifting his gaze back to the crowd.

“I like someone who can put up with me,” he explains. “Someone that I can consider as my other half.”

“Yeah, we know someone who can put up with you,” Heeseung commented, and before you could even react Minju’s slapping your shoulder, scowling at her.

“What the fuck Minju,” you whispered-shout to her.

“Don’t deny it bitch, he’s talking about you!” your best friend teases, the same way Jungwon’s friends are teasing him on the stage.

“And? I’m not going to jump into it,” you rolled your eyes, but Minju’s laughter still lingered.

The segment continued on. The questions were random, like ranking their visuals or what they do if they weren’t in the band. You only follow through their interview as you tap away on your laptop, until they wrapped the interview and they went backstage to change.

A five minute break was given, which gave you subtle time to stretch your legs. You looked at Miss Jo’s message and she was happy because there’s a lot of engagement about Arcanum’s showcase. You searched for her at the tech booth, and as you made eye contact with her, your adviser only smiled and gave you a thumbs up.

Arcanum returned with their outfit changed, earning cheers from the crowd as they went to their respective places. It means that their performance showcase will start.

On Heeseung’s cue, he raises his right arm, a silent countdown to three, and the first strike on his guitar made the crowd scream loudly. You only sat there, astonished how they can control the crowd with such ease. 

Each member has their own charisma. It’s hard to not focus on just one member, but your eyes always end up on Jungwon who’s behind Heeseung, in his little world with his drums, playing along with the beat as their vocalist sings his heart out.

He’s truly born to perform on stage. You thought as your hands typed the sentence on your word file, eyes never leaving him.

They started with some of their old songs like “XO” and “Give me your forever.” They also covered a few songs, old covers that they’ve done back then.

They end their showcase with “Helium.” Everyone was screaming their hearts out. Heeseung and Jay were a great duo and their voices complemented each other. After the end of the song, they proceed to the center and do a final bow as a sign of gratitude. Waving goodbye to their fans before they move to another hall room where the hi-touch will be held.

You watched as one by one, everyone left the hall. You and Minju stayed there for a moment, not wanting to squeeze yourself at the crowd. You and Minju were busy looking at the photos she captured when you felt your phone vibrating.

“Hey Jiwon, what’s up?” you asked as soon as you answered the phone.

“You’re still in the theater hall? We're backstage, you want to carpool with us?” she asked. 

“If there’s space sure, I’m with Minju by the way,” you answered.

“Of course she can come — oh right! We’re having a house party at our place after this, want to come?” Jiwon said with excitement.

You glanced at Minju before separating your phone from your ears. “Hey, they’re having a house party at Jiwon’s place, you want to come?”

“Yeah I’m good, but can we please change our outfits? I want to look presentable,” Minju begs. She was wearing a baggy shirt and black slacks, a semi-formal combination which made you chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I think I need to take a short shower too,” you commented before returning to Jiwon. “Hey, we’ll just meet you at the party, I need to take a short shower while Minju wants to drop her camera at our dorm.”

“Alright, just let me know if you guys are on your way, the party’s exclusive, so a pass is required.” and with that, she hangs up. You let out a small chuckle before glancing at Minju.

“Let’s go have dinner first, I’m kinda starving,” you suggested as you two decided that it’s not crowded for you to leave.

“Yeah, so do I — anyways, let’s just drink moderately tonight.” Minju added, in which you agreed.

-

True to Jiwon’s words, the party was indeed exclusive. 

You’ve noticed the small crowd of people outside. Some are complaining how the party is for “Decelis Students” only. You didn’t even know that there was a party not until an hour ago. The details were probably given in secret.

You’ve texted Jiwon earlier that you’re on your way to their place. As you reached their gate, she was standing outside, holding her phone. You called out her name hoping that it’ll reach her despite the loud noise inside.

Jiwon immediately notices you and smiles, approaching you two, and giving you and Minju a hug. 

“I’m glad that you two are here!” she excitedly said, eyeing you and Minju. “Nice outfit by the way.”

You only gave her your thanks as she ushered you two inside their house — and there it was. 

A party to celebrate Arcanum’s debut. A house party filled with loud music, alcohol, and heat. The decorations were on point. Neon lights filled the place along with some balloons and party strings. You know that their parents are always away, so it’s not a surprise that they manage to throw a house party.

“You really went all out Jiwon,” you told her, who only smiled as you followed her towards the kitchen where the food and drinks were placed. 

“Cocktails? Beers? What do you want? Food? We have pizza and chicken poppers too!” the older girl excitedly said, making you glance at Minju.

“We’ll have the beer, thank you so much,” Minju only said. Jiwon grabs some cold bottles from the cooler, opening it for the two of you.

“Arcanum will perform around eight, you guys can wander anywhere and I’ll give you guys the privilege to go upstairs, just tell Sunoo and Jake that you’re with me,” Jiwon winks before leaving you two there alone.

You and Minju decided to just stay in the kitchen, stuffing yourself with food and beer while talking about the most random topics that you two could ever think about while judging the strangers passing by. Despite being an exclusive party, the place was still pretty crowded. 

Suddenly, the music stopped in the middle of your conversation. Both you and Minju glanced at the living room when you heard screaming from the crowd. 

“Hey Decelis, we’re back,” a familiar voice echoed through the huge house. That’s when you and Minju decided to go to the living and there they were. 

Set up in the middle of the living room was Arcanum. A smile on their face as they greet their fellow students. They’re met with nostalgia and fulfillment as they stand in front of the crowd.

“First of all, let me just give you all a short trivia about Arcanum and this place,” Heeseung started. “Let’s just say this place holds a lot of memories for our band. This place served as a space for us to practice our gigs and songs. Not only that, we laughed, cried, composed songs, and got passed-out drunk in this place. So it’s right that we celebrate our debut with a homecoming party here.” 

A few “awww” and claps enamored in the crowd, they were cheering for Arcanum and the members only smiled at the thought that there’s an overwhelming support from their alma mater. 

They all feel fulfilled. From performing earlier at the theater hall up to performing in front of their schoolmates inside the house that served as their practice room for years, the band couldn’t help but to be grateful for everyone. 

“Yeah, yeah, enough with the sappy shits, we’re here to party!” Jay interrupted, and the first strum of his electric guitar earned cheers from the crowd. They immediately controlled the crowd with a familiar song that hit the students with nostalgia.

You and Minju only stood there watching them despite having to watch them earlier at the showcase. Compared to their performance back then, the Arcanum in front of you is much more laid-back. Chill and free like it’s just their typical gig at The Rabbit Hole. It made sense that they’re more free when it’s just them performing in front of their fellow students.

Your eyes focused on Jungwon who’s too focused with the drums. Eyebrows scrunched yet expression laid back as he syncs along the beat, heavy and loud making him tilt his head upwards like he’s feeling the music. 

“I want you guys to sing along!” Heeseung shouted before he started singing the chorus. The crowd follows him, even Minju was screaming along the lyrics while you stood there, eyes never taking Jungwon off. 

The heavy feeling of seeing him earlier at the showcase, debuting as a musician, you couldn’t help but to feel a soft hitch on your heart. He’s out there finally achieving your dreams while you’re still far away from yours.

You’re not thinking about your rivalry with him at those moments. All you knew was that your heart was screaming how much you’re proud of him. Despite all the chaos you had to endure of interviewing the band the past few weeks, you couldn’t help but feel a small win — their article also felt like a big break for you. 

That’s why for once you let loose. You sang along to their songs, danced along with Minju, and drank as much beer as your tolerance could handle. It’s not surprising that you ended up a little bit tipsy by the end of Arcanum’s performance. Everyone was applauding for them as they took a final bow before greeting the crowd.

You and Minju decided to escape the crowd, the music started once again and the living room’s became pretty too crowded, partygoers had entered more than what it’s capacitated, so you and Minju went back to the less crowded kitchen to stuff yourself some food once again while talking about Arcanum’s performance. 

“I’m glad that we went here,” Minju said, making you glance at her. “Yeah me too,” you only smiled.

“We seldom have time to party, and now that we’re going to be much busier this year, I don’t know if I can handle more,” Minju started, making both of you fall into silence.

“Right, it’s going to be a hard year huh?” you laughed, making your best friend laugh too. Minju only raised her beer and so you clanked your beer against her before chugging it until the last drop.

“Should we try their mysterious cocktail drinks?” Minju suggested, eyeing on the huge pitcher towers that’s color red and blue. 

“Why not?” you agreed, grabbing clean red cups and pouring you two some drinks.

“Minju, hey,” the two of you turned when someone tapped your best friend’s shoulder, only to see a co-senior of yours, you forgot his name, but he looked nervous, almost embarrassed by the thought of standing in front of you two. 

“Hi,” your best friend greets, you can see how Minju’s expression softens, almost blushing — you raise an eyebrow as you observe them. 

“Uhm…can we talk? Maybe somewhere not noisy?” he mustered up the courage and you almost laughed on the spot because of how he stumbled on his own words.

“Well,” Minju glances at you, and you immediately catch it.

“It’s okay! Go on, I’ll be here Minju, or maybe upstairs, just text me okay?” you assured.

“You sure?”

“Babe, I know this place like the back of my hand, I’ll be safe here,” you assured, then you leaned against her and quietly handed her a sharp knife keychain you keep in your pockets. “Just making sure you’re safe.”

Minju only smiles at you before agreeing to him. You watched as Minju leaves with the boy. He seems to be really interested in her, so you let it be. Smiling because it might be your best friend’s potential love life.

It left you standing there awkwardly by the kitchen counter, sipping on the mysterious cocktail that tastes like sweetened pineapple with a tequila aftertaste. For a moment, you let the silence engulf you, too much overwhelmed by the crowd in the living room but when silence has been too noisy for you, that’s when you decided to step out of the kitchen — only to be bumped by someone. 

“Y/n?” 

Your eyes widened in surprise before a smile formed on your lips, “oh my god, Dohoon! How are you?” you excitedly said as you hugged Dohoon who only reciprocates your action. 

“Good, all good, how about you Ms. Editor-in-Chief?” he smiled as the two of you broke out of the hug.

“Well I’m doing great too, Mr. Soccer Team Captain,” you teased back. 

“I can’t believe that this is where we’ll see each other,” Dohoon said in disbelief and you only nod.

“Yeah, me too,” you only said, smiling at him as you took a sip from your cup.

You decided to stay inside the kitchen to accompany Dohoon who ditches his friend in the living room because he was hungry. You two ended up catching up after years of not seeing each other, which is funny because you two go to the same university but never saw each other. But it feels nice to hear how he has been, and it relieves you that he managed to save you from the awkward loneliness inside the party. 

You’re too busy talking to Dohoon that you failed to notice that Jungwon has been standing from afar, watching as you and Dohoon laughed and talked to each other like you two didn’t have a past. 

His sight darkens. Jungwon couldn’t believe that you had the guts to do it in his house. His eyes blinding with jealousy as the red cup on his hand tightens, almost spilling juices on his hands.

Jungwon gulps the cocktail from his cup, hoping that his jealousy might be washed off from the thirst, while his eyes never left yours — stomach knotting in an indescribable yet annoying feeling.

Jungwon knows he doesn’t have the right to feel that way, but he can't help it when his feelings have a strong control over him. He even tried to look away, but when he noticed from his peripheral vision that Dohoon leaned against you, his feet moved out of instinct. 

“Excuse me —” you two stopped when Jungwon stood in front of you two. “You two are in the way.”

Dohoon was the first one to realise that you two are by the cocktail counter. “Oh, sorry about that dude, congrats on your debut by the way.”

“Thanks,” Jungwon only said, not even batting an eye at the other male.

“Rude,” you mumbled under your breath. 

“What’s rude is that you two are on the way to the cocktail counter,” Jungwon fumed.

Dohoon seems to be taken back by Jungwon’s tone. Not trying to push further, he only gives you a small smile before he said, “it’s good to see you y/n again, let’s catch up sometime? Maybe have some tacos and burritos?”

“Just like before? Of course!” you excitedly said.

“Great, great, just set the date, and we’ll make it work,” Dohoon smiles before he bids goodbye to you. You waved back at him and as you watched him disappear into the crowd, Jungwon laughed mockingly which made you glare at him.

“You’re not a great host aren’t you?” you mocked Jungwon.

“And you’re flirting at my house,” Jungwon pointed out, taking a sip on his cup. “This is my party, you know? Why are you even here?”

“Jiwon invited me, you think I went here for you? Keep dreaming Won.”

“Well, I was hoping that you’ll show a little gratitude for me since I saved your ass by letting you interview the band for your article.”

“Oh right, almost forgot that, now if you excuse me, I’ll go look for Heeseung and thank him for agreeing with the interview.” you sarcastically replied, and before you could move, Jungwon had cornered over you. 

Your heart started beating fast, surprised that Jungwon’s almost an inch closer to your face. His eyes were dark and glaring, and you only stood there, not knowing where to go as the counter against your back was cold.

“Can’t believe you have the audacity to flirt with that guy,” he blurted out and his words struck you.

“Holy shit, are you jealous Yang Jungwon?” you snickered, smiling devilishly. “Why would you even be jealous of Dohoon? You don’t have the right to be jealous of him,” dainty fingers pointing at his chest until you shove him out of the way — and surprisingly, he lets you be. 

You exit the kitchen, ignoring Jungwon’s stabbing glare, as you enter the overcrowded living room. There weren’t enough to even pass by. Hot, sweaty bodies stuck together like glue, touching your arms and making you wince as you excuse yourself from the crowd. Some were still sane to give way while others were too rough to care.

“Shit!’ you cursed as someone’s drinks spilled on your blouse, they didn’t even notice that they bumped into you, probably too intoxicated. The cold, sticky alcohol spread on your body made you groan in annoyance. 

You managed to squeeze your way out of the crowd, just one second of bursting out of frustration because it was your favorite blouse, now it’s stained with red juice and it’ll be hard for you to remove it. 

“Oh my god, y/n are you okay?” you didn’t notice Jiwon approaching you, eyes glued on your disastrous blouse.

“Yeah, the crowd's too rough and someone spilled on me,” you only replied, not even batting an eye at them.  

“Go borrow some clothes from my closet, you can stay there too if you want I don’t mind,” she suggested, and you only nod to her words. 

“Thank you Jiwon.” you defeatedly said.

“No worries! I saw Minju is still talking with some guy outside, want me to tell her your whereabouts?” she offered and you only shook your head, not wanting to ruin your best friend or Jiwon’s night.

You climbed upstairs, greeting the guys that were there. You’re familiar with them and they seem to know that you’re close with the Yang siblings so they let you further down the hallway. 

You went inside Jiwon’s room. The walls painted baby pink and clean, smelling like the floral perfume she wears, and the silence only made you heave out a relieved sigh.

You began unbuttoning your blouse, discarding it and going towards the small bathroom inside her room. Washing off the stickiness that stuck on your skin as your eyes darted on your white bra, stained with red juice too. Great. Not only your favorite blouse is ruined, but also one of your newly-bought bras too. 

As you exit the bathroom, you jump out a mile when you see Jungwon sitting on Jiwon’s bed. Turning around and looking at you — noticing how his eyes darted down on your chest.

“What the fuck — get out!?” you shouted, covering your bra but Jungwon seems to be unfazed by it. 

“Quit acting like I didn’t see you in a bikini top,” Jungwon teased. 

You only rolled your eyes, “yeah that was five years ago when we were still friends — what the fuck are you even doing here? Get the hell out?”

Jungwon tilts his head amusingly, “we’re in our house, I can do anything I want.”

“Jungwon, seriously, get out or —”

“Here,” he said, and in a split second you managed to catch the thing he threw — a shirt of his. You only stare at it, cheeks heating up as you find the gesture sweet.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to cry earlier,” Jungwon said with a teasing tone, and the flustered feeling was immediately replaced with annoyance. 

“If you’re here to make fun of me, just get out,” you said. Throwing his shirt on the floor and going towards Jiwon’s closet. You opened the door where hundreds of shirts are folded neatly, you chose to pick up the first one on top when you felt a figure hovering over you. 

“Jungwon,” you warned, feeling his body way too close to yours. “Whatever you’re doing, fuck off.”

“You’re the one who’s assuming that I’ll do something,” Jungwon taunted, and slowly, he leaned down near your ear. “If you want me to, you’ll have to beg for it.”

You only rolled your eyes, but you can’t deny that there’s a heavy tension between the two of you. Jungwon’s right arm stretches on the side, trapping you one-sided which means he’s giving you the chance to walk away.

But you didn’t. You stood there frozen as you clutched on the shirt tightly. Deep inside the fire’s burning, your curiosity is fighting your pride along with your yearning. A simple touch from him, and you’ll feel like your knees will weaken. 

“Beg?” you mockingly asked, turning around to face him with a prideful expression. “I’d rather die than to beg.” 

“But you’re blushing babe,” Jungwon pointed out and that’s when you pushed him away. Large strides going towards the door when the male pushes it close. You didn’t even stand a chance against his strength.

“Come on, I’m just playing with you,” and you don’t know what’s got into Jungwon, all you know is that he reeks of alcohol and probably tipsy with his words. He’s close again. Way too close. And that only hitches your breath. Heart beating fast as the tension between you grew heavier.

“What do you even want, Jungwon,” you shouldn’t have said, you know what it meant. An invitation, a rhetorical question because both of you know where it leads. 

“You.”

You froze there when his lips landed on the side of your neck. Nibbling and leaving trails of his soft lips, both of his hands made their way to your waist, holding onto your soft skin as you held onto your breath.

“I’m not going to play with your games Jungwon,” you only said, eyes closing as you pray internally that he leaves you be. 

“Who said I’m playing with you?” he taunted between his kisses.

“You just fucking said it earlier.” you said with gritted teeth.

“And what if I’m serious right now?” Jungwon answered with a serious tone.

You weren’t able to say anything, you only stood there as Jungwon’s lips continued playing around your shoulder area.

“You want this too, you know?” he smirks behind you. “Because if you really don’t, you would’ve pushed me away. Cursed me, and left me hard and wanting for you.”

You didn’t answer his words, because he’s right — you’re just too prideful to admit it. You let him be, let his hands explore your body and lips leave marks on your skin.

You don’t know what happened, but the next thing you knew, he turned you around and his lips were on yours. 

Hungry. Craving. Jungwon’s devouring your lips like he’s been thirsting it for years. The years of his lingering feelings for you all burst out that night.

And so was yours. Because you kissed him back. Your lips locked on that infuriating asshole who used to be your other half now turned rival in everything because fuck, you’ve been yearning for it too. 

Your heart and mind were battling each other while your lips produced soft noises against Jungwon’s. Everything about it feels wrong, especially when you shouldn’t be going down with him.

You should’ve pushed him away, cursed at his face and left the place — but instead, your hands found its way on Jungwon’s hair, tugging on it harshly as his lips bites down on your lower lips, sucking at the skin while his hands squeezed your waist tighter. 

“In the end, you’ll give in too,” Jungwon smirks, both hands lifting you as he carries you towards the bed. Slamming you down with a soft thud, back hitting against the mattress while Jungwon quickly crawled over you, pulling you to another aggressive kiss as his knees pushed in between your thighs. 

“Fuck you Jungwon,” you could only breathe.

“We’ll get to that babe,” Jungwon taunted before he pressed his lips against yours once again.

Eyes closed, you lost yourself to Jungwon as the male started exploring your body. Rough, calloused hands feeling every exposed skin of yours until it drafts on your face, cupping your jawline as he separates from your lips. 

His lips trailed down on your neck, tilting your head for space as he began sucking the soft skin of yours. A breathy moan escapes your lips as Jungwon never stopped. Neck, collarbone, and even above your chest. Until everything is purple and marked like he has always wanted to do you for years.

“Mine,” he mumbled, barely hearing it before he lifted you to reach your back and unclasped your strap, only hovering it upwards and started fondling your firm breasts, fitting on his hands like a glove. 

“You should see yourself, writhing underneath me,” Jungwon spoke before he latches his mouth on one of your hardened nipples. Biting harshly making you yelp in pain as his hot, warm tongue played around it. 

“Asshole,” you mumbled against your moans as Jungwon continued the act. Sucking harshly on your nipples.

“This asshole is going to fuck you hard tonight,” he taunted. “Going to make you forget everything we had, until the only thing you can remember is how my cock fits inside you perfectly.” 

And those words only made you whimper as Jungwon’s hips moved against his own, grinding his clothed cock against yours. The rough friction of his pants against your panty were harsh yet it threw a tease for you two.

“You want it?” he teased. “You're gonna need your words babe.”

“Dream on Jungwon,” you replied with a gritted teeth. You’re still holding onto your pride. Your mind trying to rationalize that this is still wrong but fuck, your arousal’s starting to heat and the way Jungwon’s hips grind against you just gives you the urge to give in. 

“Your body says otherwise,” he grins, hands in between your thighs as he cups it despite the layered clothes. Whistling teasingly as his thumb somehow finds the spot, making you let out a small mewl which made Jungwon chuckle deeply. 

“Jungwon —”

“Come on, while I’m still being nice babe,” he coos, hand pressing against it. “You don’t want me being mean don’t you?”

And despite all the teasing, you still won’t give in. “Go. Fuck. Yourself.”

The next thing you knew, his hands were cupping your face tightly while the other hand landed a harsh slap in between your thighs, making you let out a loud yelp.

“What do I expect, you’ve always been a brat y/n,” he sneered. “But don’t worry babe, I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you.”

Jungwon didn’t waste any time. Harshly, he lifts up your skirt and kneed your legs wider, thanking you internally for giving him easier access. He looks at your clothed cunt, seeing the wet patch in the middle, he couldn’t help but to chuckle darkly as the tent inside him became more visible, begging to be freed. 

He leans against you once again, cupping your cheeks harshly as his lips crash on yours once again. Rough and forcing as his tongue swipes down your lips, fingers pressing the side making you whine loudly — giving Jungwon the opportunity to insert his tongue at you.

A shaky breath was all you could do as your hands finds it way towards Jungwon’s hair, tugging it harshly but instead of pulling him away from you, you could only hold on his hair for leverage, because as much as you know that this is wrong, you eventually gave in and want more of it. 

Your words fell flat the moment you let yourself indulge into the act. You find yourself moaning as you kiss him back, tongue battling against his as you tug his hair harder, making Jungwon moan against your lips. 

“See, you want this too, don’t you?” he laughs as he breaks out from the kiss. Calloused hands finding its way in between your thigh once again, just its light feathering made you let out a loudest sound inside the room. His finger fiddled with your panty’s waistband, tugging it until he had access to your cunt.

“Fuck already wet for me? You’re getting wet for your rival? See that, what will your pride say about you?”

You didn’t response to his words, but instead, you tugged his hair harder that he pulled away backwards — and he only laughs at your action because Jungwon fucking loves how you’re too prideful to not give in so you let your actions speak. 

And so does Jungwon, because he’s planning to make you give in to him that night. His fingers trailed against the lips of your core. It's wet and pulsating and it only sends chills towards the man. Hearing you holding back your moan, as he dips it further, sliding in and out like he was teasing you.

Jungwon finds your entrance, fingertips swirling against it and you unknowingly bucked your hips against it. 

He slid one finger inside, curling and pumping inside as your walls hugged his finger, eager for pleasure while his curiosity lingered so much. Pumping twice before he removes his finger and decides to lick your musk out of his fingers.

“Fuck,” Jungwon moans loudly, he wanted it. He can feel his dick twitching at your taste. He wanted to taste more of you that in a second, he’s kneeling in front of you, removing your panties completely and throwing it somewhere. 

It didn’t occur to you that Jungwon had dipped his head in between your thighs. Not until he licks your pussy in one large stripe, and fuck, Jungwon groans heavenly. Why do you taste so fucking good? He couldn’t help but to bury himself against your pussy as he continued to lick your entrance. Tongue protruding as he sucks it harshly, moaning against it while his hands grab both your thighs to stabilize you. 

“Jungwon!” you let out a scream as he focused on your clit. That little bud that had you writhing under his touch. Jungwon grazes his teeth against it, a curse escapes your lips as you look down and makes eye contact with Jungwon — leaving you in daze. 

He stared at you like a curious cat while he busied his mouth on your clit. Giving it kitty licks slow and teasing that it had you holding onto your breath.

“Look how easy you fell for me babe,” he smiled, giving your pussy soft kisses before devouring you once again. 

“Stop — Jungwon,” you mewled as you can feel your stomach tightening, your grip against the bedsheets tightens as Jungwon didn’t stop but instead, he became faster and rougher that another moan escapes your lips. 

You can feel your orgasm building up, you couldn’t help but to cry as you buck your hips upward to meet Jungwon’s tongue. It’s right there, everything just feels so good and you’re just in the right momentum —

Not until Jungwon stops, separating himself from your cunt dying down your orgasm, and leaving you sensitive and wanting. A whiny cry was all you can do as you watch him unbuckle his belt.

“You think I’ll let you cum babe?” he smirks at you. You can see his messed up face filled with your slick. “I’m not that easy.”

And instead of fighting back, your mouth lets out a small whine making him chuckle harder. 

“You’ll get to cum with my dick, you want that?” he said and you weren’t able to say another word. Jungwon frees his huge dick. Angry red and twitching, almost sensitive as he strokes it lightly while he approaches you like a predator.

“Come on, use your words,” he ordered.

“Yes,” you whimpered in defeat, and that obviously had glistened something lustful in Jungwon’s stare.

Jungwon hovered against you, breath steady as he aligned his hard cock on your entrance. A soft whimper escapes your lips as his tip glides up and down on your sensitive cunt. You hold onto his shoulder as Jungwon pushes his cock inside, sliding with ease as your walls welcome it. 

“You’re so tight,” Jungwon moaned before he started moving his hips. “So fucking tight for me, your pussy’s sucking me like it doesn’t want my cock to leave you.”

Tears started to fall from your eyes. Breathy moans escaping your lips as Jungwon continued to thrust harshly, rough almost bruising your hips, holding it with his firm hands. You could only take his cock whole, filling you full and reaching your deepest parts.

“Oh my god — Jungwon —” you stifled a moan when Jungwon reached down and started playing with your tits once again. Fondling and biting the erected bud while his hips never stopped its movement. It only led you to becoming more sensitive. Too fucked-up to sink in that Jungwon, your sworn rival is fucking you hard.

“Look at you babe, already fucked-up? Whoever thought you'd be dumb when a cock’s pounding inside you?” Jungwon teases, thrust sharp and calculated, every slide stabs your cervix, gliding through your spot that tears continue to flow.

“What a gorgeous mess,” he whispered to himself as Jungwon wiped the tears trailing down your cheeks. “A crying mess for me, want me to ruin you more?”

You weren’t able to answer his question when he started to pound inside you once again, earning shaking whines from you, legs wanting to escape his hold but Jungwon’s too strong for you. He holds you tightly underneath, expression proud and ego swelling to see you ruined under him.

“Answer my question,” Jungwon commanded. “Come on, you can still make up some words slut, or are you too fucked out to say because of my cock?”

You writhe from his touch, “please —” you stuttered out. It’s the only thing you could think of, especially when you’re on the edge of orgasm. As much as you hated your situation, you also wanted to at least get something from it. 

“Beg harder babe, I’m not that easy.”

“Fuck, ruined me Jungwon! Do whatever you want!” you shouted, and that only gave him the signal to thrust harder, harsher that his fingernails are dipping hard on the flesh of your thighs.

“Oh don’t worry babe,” he grins at you. “I have every intention of ruining you.”

“Jungwon —” a whimper escapes your lips as you can feel your stomach churning, “please I want to cum.”

“That’s what I want from you,” Jungwon sneered. “Begging to cum? Can’t do that without me? Since I’m being good, you can cum babe. Show me that you’ve cum because of me.”

His thrust became sharper, stabbing the right spot endlessly that it’s slowly coiling your insides, your walls becoming tight, hugging Jungwon’s cock and making him groan out of pleasure. Your warm flesh trapping his dick as he fucks you continuously.

You cum silently. Body shaking, tears falling as a muted cry escaped your lips, eyes shut as Jungwon continued his movement. Fucking you through orgasm until your pushing him away. 

“Stop — please,” you only begged but your words didn’t even reach Jungwon’s ears. He mercilessly pounded on you until he could feel his dick twitching, and body becoming hotter.

“Fuck —” Jungwon pulls out in a second, hands stroking his dick as he washed through his orgasm. Painting you with his cum, traces of semen tainting your body just like what Jungwon had intended.

You took deep breaths, body slowly coming down as you felt yourself weary and tired, eyes drowsy like Jungwon had sucked all your energy out. It didn’t help that you had a tiring day too, that’s why you couldn’t help but to close your eyes for a moment.

But in a minute, you felt Jungwon’s arms grabbing you by your hips, too tired to fight back you only let out a small whimper when he flipped your body, stomach pressing against the sheets as you felt his body hovering over you. 

“Tapping out so early? Come on, we only had one round,” Jungwon taunted, before slapping your ass cheeks, making you moan quietly. 

“Fine, get some rest babe,” he defeated, planting a kiss on your temple before he moved near your ears. “But I’m not done yet with you, we’re just getting started.”

-

You woke up with your head throbbing and body aching. 

A loud groan escapes from your lips as you sit up from the bed — that’s when you realized that the walls were navy blue and the interiors were different. 

You’re in Jungwon’s room alone. You remembered last night’s chaos, and you find yourself wearing the shirt Jungwon had given you along with some large boxers. You glanced at the bedside and saw your ruined clothes folded, that’s when it reminded you of last night’s disaster. 

You couldn’t even remember what happened after. All you know was that you and Jungwon had sex, and if he had fucked you again after, you didn’t care at all. All you wanted was to get the hell out of his room.

You grabbed your phone beside your clothes, opening it to see any notifications. But one notification stands out from the rest. A few missed calls from a classmate of yours. You couldn’t help but to press her number once again and after a few rings, she answered it. 

“Oh my gosh y/n, please tell me you’re on your way!”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “on my way? what do you mean?”

“Did you read the groupchat? The interview was moved to today at 10 am! They had a last minute announcement last night. I know the party was last night but did Jungwon inform you?”

“Wait — are you serious?” you asked, stumbling down on your own feet, you can feel your heart rapidly beating fast. “Why — why would they even move it to today!?”

“I don’t know either! It still hasn’t started yet, but I feel like you can make it, just go!”

The call ended and you can feel your heart beating fast. You glanced at your phone and it’s nine-twenty am. The supreme court’s half an hour away and if you’re fast, you can make it with just a few minutes of tardiness.

But you’re unprepared. You haven’t had practice yet, and you know you couldn’t go to an interview unprepared. It’ll mess up your mind. You don’t even have any of the requirements with you. Your mind’s still throbbing and the remnants of last night’s alcohol is dried up on your throat.

Yet, you’re desperate. You need to get on that interview — you badly need to secure it or else, your future will crumble. 

“Fuck it,” that’s the only you could say as you left Jungwon’s room. You didn’t care to find his whereabouts. Hurriedly, you went towards the room in front of you, knocking so loudly that you know you’re disturbing their sleep. 

“Y/n —”

“Jiwon, I’m sorry, I know it’s too early in the morning but they moved the interview for the internship today and I need to go there right now! I just need some clothes and can I borr—”

“Calm down yn, calm down, I’ll lend you some of my smart casuals and heels. Do you want to wash up for a few minutes? Or —”

“I just need to be there before ten or maybe a few minutes late, Jiwon, you know how important this is to me.” you cried, voice almost pleading.

“Don’t worry babe, go! Wash up at least, I’ll wake Heeseung up to drive you to the supreme court, I’ll prepare the clothes,” Jiwon instructed, giving you the signal to go to the bathroom.

After washing up for a short time, patting some light makeup, and changing into clothes Jiwon lent to you, the two of you scrambled downstairs. That’s when you noticed that their other friends stayed over to sleep in the living room. All are in their daydream, not even noticing the chaos you brought so early in the morning. 

On the way towards the supreme court, you couldn’t help but to bite onto your nails. The music coming from the speaker wasn’t helping at all. You’re nervous, and it’s stressing you out. Your heart is going to burst any moment and it’s no help that it’s already ten in the morning. 

You don’t know what to blame. The program for the sudden change of schedule or you who didn’t bother opening her phone last night because you’re too busy with Jungwon. You wanted to curse yourself too. If you have pushed him away, then maybe you could’ve seen the announcement.

“Relax y/n,” Jiwon softly smiled. “Don’t cry now, it’ll ruin your mascara.”

“What if I fuck up Ji?” you nervously replied.

“No you will not,” the older female assured. “You can ace this one!”

“I hope so,” you only said with a worried tone. “This is a life and death situation.” 

You arrived at the Supreme Court an hour later. It didn’t help that the traffic was jam-packed that day. Parking on the side, you could only scream your gratitude towards the couple before scurrying your way inside the building. 

“Good luck!” Jiwon shouted, not minding that you didn’t turn around to wave back to them. 

Heeseung drove away as soon as you entered the building, passing by the hundreds of cars parked outside, as Jiwon darted her attention on the view outside.

“Babe, isn’t that your family car?” Heeseung asked out of blue. Jiwon glanced at the direction of Heeseung’s stare and was surprised to see a familiar red car parked nearby. Jiwon’s eyes followed through it, squinted hard to read the plate. 

“Huh?” Jiwon muttered. “What the hell is Jungwon doing here?”

You were walking fast inside the empty hallway. Catching your breath as you turned left and you immediately saw your classmates by the waiting area. As soon as they saw you, they were surprised but a sorry look was all they could give — that’s when you knew.

“It’s finished,” it was the only thing they could say as soon as you approached them. That’s when you felt your heart crashing into thousands of pieces. 

“Seriously?” you asked, hoping that it’s not true and the interview is still on-going. You were begging inside. Please. Just one chance.

“Yeah, they had deliberated who they’re going to choose, it was a quick process that’s why it’s a bit unfair too.” another one commented.

“Is it really finished? Seriously? What the hell, that’s unfair!” you frustratedly shouted, and they could only agree with you.

They explained to you that the other sections also weren’t able to get the interview. What all they can agree on is that the court was busy, that's why they couldn’t spare time interviewing interns. 

“If that’s the reason, why did they even open the program in the first place?” you complained, and they could only agree with your worries. Exclaiming their frustrations while you’re still processing the thought. 

“Who got the slot?” you asked suddenly. 

All of them looked at each other wary, before answering. “Jungwon got it.”

There it was. Like a bullet straight to your heart. You can feel yourself tensing up, mind blanking as his name came out of their name.

No way. 

“He told me…he’s not going to try because he’s going to be busy —” then it hit you. Like a knife deepening on your chest.

Jungwon lied to you. He cheated his way towards the internship. He made you confident that you’ll get the slot when he forfeited.

He swore a promise to you and he broke it. Yang Jungwon broke his promise to you.

He probably knew last night that the schedule was changed, but he didn’t tell you about it, and instead distracted you and lured you to where you are right now. He sabotaged everything that you’ve prepared for.

“Where is he?”

“I think he went to the restroom, it’s on the other side of the hallway.” 

“Excuse me.”

Your footsteps were heavy, heels clicking and making noise against the marbled tiles. Your heart was fuming with anger and betrayal, your mind was filled with nothing but a mouthful of curses and thinking how big of an asshole Jungwon was. 

And beneath those, your hands are shaking and lips are trembling. You can feel your eyes starting to get watery and you’re holding it back — you’re not going to cry because of Yang Jungwon. No fucking way. 

And there he was. You can feel your heart stop as he looks at you, bored expression and relaxed with his hands on his slacks pocket — and that pisses you even more. Hurriedly, you strided over him, grabbed him by the collars and pushed him against the wall as your raging eyes stared at him. 

“You told me, you’re not going to join the internship — you promised me!” your shout echoed against the empty hallway. Your tears started to flow while Jungwon remained cold with his stare. 

“How does it feel? Getting betrayed by your best friend? Getting lied to by them? Hurts right?” Jungwon asked instead, tone filled with bitterness. Like he’s been bottling his years of resentment to you. 

You looked at him confused. For a moment, you didn’t understand what Jungwon meant. Too stunned with the fact that he broke his promise — then it hit you. The years of him beating you at every competition. Your rivalry with him, the neverending game of each other’s pride. It all makes sense now.

“Is this because I rejected you? You’re still hung up about it? Jungwon, that was years ago!” you shouted at him.

“It’s not about the fact that you rejected me, it’s the fact that you dated Dohoon weeks after you rejected me!” Jungwon shouted back, and that made you freeze.

The hand on his collar loosened, realizing that he had found out. Jungwon looks at you with the same stare that he had given you when you rejected him. Eyes wide and angry, while the bitterness dripped on his tongue, like he was holding it back for years. 

“You think I don’t know? You think you can hide from me that Dohoon asked you out a week before graduation? Why didn’t you think I confessed to you all of the sudden? And then you fucking lied to me that you’ll prioritize your study — only for you two to officially become a couple a week after graduation.” Jungwon argued.

“Jungwon, I don’t want to hurt you —”

“You hurt me more when you lied to me, I can accept it y/n if you don’t have feelings for me!”

“I’m sorry Jungwon, I was young and I was just so scared of losing you.”

“Well, you already did. I’m your best friend y/n, I’ll understand if that’s all you see in me, but you chose to hide it from me,” Jungwon sighed.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’m sorry that I was so oblivious about your feelings to me,” you confessed. “I’m sorry Jungwon, I really am. Whatever Dohoon and I had, it’s just a passing feeling. It didn’t even last that long, because throughout, all I could think of is that I hurt you.” 

“It’s too late y/n, the damage has been done.”

“Did I really hurt you that much? Were you hurting so much that all you can think of was competing against me?” you bitterly asked.

“Yes,” Jungwon coldly replied. “You think this is just something silly? I have loved you since we were kids y/n, don’t you know that? Why are you so oblivious to my feelings for you?”

“I don’t know!” you shouted back. “And I’m sorry if I was too oblivious to notice, but did it really have to go this far Jungwon? You promised me! And I know you Jungwon, you never break promises but all for it was just an act so that you can get back to me!”

“Maybe you don’t know me anymore y/n, we’re not friends anymore y/n, have you forgotten that?”

You stopped. Realization hitting you that he’s right. You two aren’t friends anymore. He’s your sworn rival now. Nothing more, nothing less. The small hope that you’re holding on — the one that you wanted to hold on until your hands bleed finally decided to let go at that moment.

“So, this is my karma for breaking your heart.” you started, looking at him with glassy eyes and trembling lips. “Happy now? Seems like you're satisfied that you’ve ruined the only opportunity for me to get into law school.” 

You saw how Jungwon’s eyes widened. Of course, he doesn’t know about this part, and it felt just right not to tell him — even if it means ruining some opportunities for you. Jungwon didn’t say a word. For the first time ever, he wasn’t able to articulate words when tears started to form on your eyes. 

“I quit Jungwon, you won, congratulations, I hope you got what you wanted,” you only said. And with that, you walked away from him. While he stood there, watching you disappear from his sight — just like before.

-

Quietly, Jungwon went home with a heavy heart.

The once noisy and crowded house is now filled with silence that felt so eerie as he entered the living room. Everything’s clean now and back to the way it was. Except, Jiwon’s by the couch, watching some series and as soon as her younger brother is within her vicinity, she closes the television. 

“Yang Jungwon,” Jiwon said with a serious tone, standing up which made Jungwon stop. 

“Not now noona —” 

“What you did was wrong,” she crosses her arms, tone cold and serious, and Jungwon hates it. It was rare for his older sister to be this angry. “So wrong, you destroyed y/n’s dreams, are you happy now?”

“So you’re siding with her?” Jungwon scoffed. 

“I am siding with no one, but what you did was too much,” Jiwon pointed out. “You could’ve just — I don’t know, break her heart the same way she broke yours but this one? You don’t even care about law school! You’re in a band Jungwon, but y/n? She needs that internship because it’s her stepping stone on becoming a lawyer, and you just stole it from her.”

Frustrated, Jungwon could help but to shout. “Rub it on my face, go on! I was a jerk, an asshole I admit it!”

“Oh I will because I didn’t teach you to be a selfish jerk Jungwon!” Jiwon shouted back. “I didn’t mind that petty competition you and y/n have, I thought that it’s just an academic thing but this has gone too far! Why do you have to do that Jungwon?”

Jungwon falls under a deep silence. He doesn’t know. Really. He doesn’t know why he did it. He thought it’ll ease the grudge that he was holding against you. But it only felt like he had broken your heart once again. 

“She hurt me noona.” That was the only thing he could say.

“Unintentionally, she didn’t know about your feelings, and you’re the one who walked away first from your friendship.”

“She lied to me, how many times do I have to tell you that? She told me that she’ll be prioritizing her studies only to find out that she’s dating someone.” Jungwon argued back.

“And she regrets it,” Jiwon countered. “Everyday, she wished that she didn’t date Dohoon because she realized that she’s just infatuated with him, and all she can think about is how it ruined her friendship with you. Do you even know that there’s not a day where she still wishes to be friends again with you?”

“You think that’ll make me feel better?”

“It should be Jungwon, because I’m giving you reasons, but you, you’re still holding onto your grudge and pride. Jungwon, nothing will happen if you keep holding onto that. You’ll just keep on blocking every opportunity for you to mend your relationship with y/n,” Jiwon lets out a deep sigh before approaching her younger brother.

“You’re not blocking her because you don’t want your feelings to get hurt again. It’s just that you don’t want your pride to be stepped on again.”

Jungwon didn’t rebut his sister’s words. Too frustrated to answer back because Jiwon’s right. It’s not about his feelings anymore. It’s about his pride — it’ll only ruin him to lower his pride especially when he’s the one who started it in the first place.

Until the very end, he chose his pride but after everything, it didn’t feel like he won at all. It felt useless for him.

“I’m going to y/n, just stay here and don’t do anything stupid.” Jiwon excuses, glancing at Jungwon who only had his head low.

With the small shut of the door, Jungwon was met with nothing but utter silence that killed him slowly.

Outside the house, Jiwon lets out a breathy sigh. Disappointment written all over her face as she hugged on her jacket lightly before walking towards your dorm. This is what she’s afraid of. Your rivalry going too far that it’ll end up hurting someone. 

Jiwon hates it. She could’ve prevented it, but she chose to be a bystander, because she thought you two are mature enough to handle it. But it looks like she’s wrong. 

As she turns right to your dorm, Jiwon immediately notices that you’re outside your dorm. Talking to someone over the phone. Your eyes and nose were red from crying, streams from your tears dried on your cheeks while you’re still wearing the clothes she lent you. 

Jiwon approaches you quietly, enough not to disturb your call. She was about to tap your shoulder when she froze to hear your words. 

“Y/n,” it was the only thing she could say, and that stopped you. Turning around and surprised to see Jiwon standing in front of you shocked.

“Jiwon,” 

“Tell me it’s not true?” she asked in disbelief. “You’re moving to the states?”

And the only thing you could do was smile at her bitterly. “I’m sorry.”

-

You and Jungwon became strangers ever since that day.

No more rivalry, no more competitions, or nonsense banters. The results were obvious — Jungwon won. He got the internship and instead of being grateful about it, it only left a heavy pressure on him — especially when he’s going to balance it along with his career and studies. All for it so that he could get back to you.

You, on the other hand, blended within the walls. Jungwon had observed it. How you become eerily quiet, listening to the professors, and only answering questions when called. You tried to distract yourself, spending more time in the club room, finishing the article along with your other duties.

It’s ironic but Jungwon wondered how you were. There was one time he saw you talking to Atty Yoon. It was serious talk and his curiosity itched, he wondered what it’s all about. He wanted to badly ask you, but he knows that he doesn’t have the right to — and this time, he distanced himself for you.

The rest of the members noticed how Jungwon’s out of his mind during practice. He insists that he’s fine, but the three older members know that he’s hiding something, and it probably involves you. 

So they took it upon their hands, and cornered him. 

“Okay, what the hell is this?” Jungwon asked, crossing his arms as he looked at his friends one by one. 

“It’s an intervention,” Sunghoon stated, and Jungwon groaned in response. 

“Not you three too,” he could only complain. 

“I think it’s the right thing to do because we don’t hurt girls here Jungwon,” Heeseung pointed out.

“I don’t even know whether to take you seriously or not.”

“No, seriously, we’re here to give you advice, man to man,” Jay said in a serious tone before looking at the younger male. “What you did was an asshole move, but before we dive into that, we want to hear your side first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, open up! Just tell us everything starting from the very start.” Jay gestured. “No judgement, no opinions until you finish your story, we’ll listen and we don’t judge.”

“He means it,” Heeseung added. 

Jungwon could only let out a sigh. Frustratedly, he brushes his hair before telling his side. 

“I love her,” he started, surprising the three with his words. “When we were kids, it was just a small crush, an infatuation. She was pretty, kind, and she stands up for what's right. We were together almost all the time. It surprises me that we’re closer than she and noona, but we’re just inseparable. She — she even convinced her parents for her to study in Decelis High School because she doesn’t want to be separated from me.”

He looks at his band mates who are attentively listening to his story. “Is it bad that I gave meaning to it? She stayed because she didn't want to be separated from me. She didn’t mind traveling an hour and half back and forth just to study at Decelis, and that’s because of me, how can I not give meaning to it?” 

Sunghoon was about to speak up but Heeseung had clasped his hand on the keyboardist’s mouth. Jungwon didn’t seem to notice as he’s too deep into his worries. 

“That made me love her more, and I thought I stood a chance on her. I thought it’ll be those cliches that we were friends who like each other but are just too afraid to ruin their friendship, so no one confesses.” Jungwon lets out a deep sigh. “But in the end, she only sees me as her best friend.” 

Jay winces at the words, while Sunghoon could only comfort his hurting self. Heeseung being the one who’s serious at Jungwon’s story, gestures to him to continue. 

“I made a mistake, I was wrong, that’s all I know. When I learned that Dohoon confessed to y/n a week before graduation, I was scared that he’ll take her away from me.” Jungwon then remembers that day. That afternoon in the empty classroom, his confession, your rejection, and the fact that the bracelet is still hidden deep in his closet meant that he’s still holding on to you.

“My confession was sudden, I know that. That’s why I am prepared for rejection, I just want to dump my feelings on her. But hearing her excuse, I couldn’t help but be angry” the frustrating feelings washes over him again. “First, it’s because she didn’t tell me that Dohoon confessed to her, we’re friends right? Why did she keep it a secret from me? Second, because she gave me a shallow reason why she turned down my confession. Studies first? Who the fuck will believe to those?”

“I do,” Heeseung couldn’t help but to butt in, earning glares from the three. “Look, sorry I know we don’t judge in this intervention, but some people do prioritize their studies and think that relationships can be a distraction.”

“You’re missing the point hyung,” Jay rebutted. “She lied to Jungwon, it’s a white lie because she didn’t want to hurt Jungwon, she doesn’t want to reject him with the reason that she doesn’t feel the same way.”

“And instead of accepting it like a real man, you decided to be petty and turned her reason for you two to become academic rivals?” Sunghoon asked, a scoff of disbelief following afterwards. 

“I felt betrayed,” Jungwon defended. “I don’t need her to think about my feelings, I can accept it if she doesn’t like me back! Why did she need to lie to me?”

“Jungwon, you mean so much to her that she doesn’t want to lose you, that’s why she did that,” Heeseung explains calmly. An assuring smile forms on the eldest lips. “Maybe a part of her thought that you’ll understand if she said that reason.” 

“But instead, you made it into a rivalry,” Sunghoon butts in. “Did it ever cross your mind why you resorted to that plan?”

“I was immature, I want her to prove to me that she was telling the truth even though I know that it’s just a lie,” Jungwon huffs out. “I was hurt, and seeing her getting frustrated and angry because I beat her at every competition, it fuels my pride. It just proves to me that I was right, but —”

Jungwon freezes midway. “Back in there, in the supreme court, I know I crossed the line. I know it was too much. We made a promise, that she’ll give us good publicity in exchange, I won’t participate in the internship. I lied, I cheated, and I got the slot, the thing that she was aiming for. I thought she would just be mad at me, curse me like she always does but she cried — she cried because of me.”

“Okay maybe this is the part that we judge,” Jay interrupted. “Jungwon, you broke your promise to her.”

“I did,” Jungwon said in defeat. “I did, I lied just like what she did.”

“She lied because she doesn’t want to hurt you, you lied because you want to hurt her, there’s a difference, Jungwon,” Sunghoon pointed out, and that only had sunken Jungwon’s shoulders. 

“Well, you finally beat her right?” Heeseung sarcastically interjected. “Are you happy with it now? Is the grudge on your heart gone now?”

No. It never left. In fact, the pain became deeper. He felt guilty. His grudge never left and it only left Jungwon mad at himself, especially when he knew that he had gone too far. 

But he couldn’t do anything about it. Not when he doesn’t know where to start. He doesn’t know how to approach you either. It’s like the more you two meet, the more you two hurt each other — and that thought pains him. You two used to be glued together, but now? You two can’t be in the same room anymore.

“It just hurts me more,” Jungwon could only say. “I don’t know what to do anymore, noona’s mad at me, and I’m sure you guys are disappointed with me.”

“Yeah, you did too much Jungwon,” Jay heaves out a sigh. “But we still wanted to be there for you, the only thing you should do is to turn things right.” 

“Talk. You two should talk and just communicate,” Sunghoon added. “It’s important to clear things up.”

“How can I? She’s avoiding me.”

“I think she had enough of you Won,” Heeseung defeatedly said. “I think you need to give her space, let her heal the wounds. It’ll just hurt you two more if you two immediately talk to each other.”

“I wish it’s easy,” Jungwon said. You’re like a breath of life for him. He couldn’t stand being away from you despite the anger he’s holding on to. He knows he’s conflicted, but deep inside he is still yearning for you. 

“If you really love her, you’ll let go of her Won,” Heeseung shared. “Right now, your pride and heart are fighting with each other, you have to let go of one thing.” 

-

The newspaper fell flat on top of the coffee table. Jungwon, who seems to be busy with his task, stops and glances at it. 

There they are. Front page of the university newspaper. A whole page on page four will be dedicated to them, and only about them. 

“I hope you’re happy now Jungwon-ah,” Jiwon said with a serious tone while the younger male focused his attention towards the article. 

You stuck to your promise that you’ll give them a good exposure — and you did. The article was concise and catchy. You highlighted their journey starting from being a university band shifting into an independent one, and now here you are, a mainstream band.

Despite being the youngest in the band, Yang Jungwon from the Department of Law seems to be able to catch up with the older members. Impressively, he’s even ahead of them. He controls every song and beats with his drums, a huge backbone of the band, considered as the last puzzle piece of Arcanum.

He continued reading his section — realization hitting him like being poured with a bucket of ice. Even after everything he had done to you, you still made sure that Arcanum’s image won’t be in a bad light. 

Why would Jungwon be happy? Two weeks had passed and his sister’s mad at him, his friends were disappointed with his actions, and he broke your heart, again. He still doesn’t know how to approach you. The only thing he could hold on was his pride. But what’s to hold on when you two are strangers now?

“I am not,” it was the only thing Jungwon could say.

“Good,” Jiwon spat. “You deserve it.”

“How long are you going to villainize me?”

“Long until y/n forgives you,” the older girl said, before grabbing her phone. “But I guess that won’t happen because you still couldn’t face her like a real man.”

“Quit it, you’re just like Sunghoon-hyung,”

“Then stop moping around and face her,” Jiwon nagged. “Before everything is too late and she’ll be gone for good.”

Jungwon halted, his ears deafening at his older sister’s words. 

“What do you mean?”

Jiwon didn’t answer. 

“Noona, what the fuck do you mean?”

“She’s leaving Jungwon,” Jiwon stated, and Jungwon felt his heart dropping on the floor. “She’s continuing her studies in the states, and she doesn’t know when she will return or not. It depends on the future.”

“I don’t know that — she didn’t told me that.”

“Why would she tell you that Jungwon? Why would she tell the guy who she lost her internship to, that she’s migrating to the states? She’ll be scared that you might do it too just to beat her out of it,” Jiwon sarcastically replied, and that deepened the stab in Jungwon’s heart. 

“When was this?”

“A few weeks ago,” Jiwon shared. “It’s a great scholarship deal but she’s hesitating because it’s in the states, she’ll struggle to adapt. The internship was her sign, if she doesn't get in, she’ll accept it.” 

Jungwon didn’t say a word. No wonder you reacted that way when he got the slot. You need it. It’s the only thing that will make you stay here.

“She doesn’t want to leave you Jungwon,” Jiwon bitterly smiles, thinking about her friend who’s leaving for good. “Even if you were an infuriating asshole, she didn’t want to pursue it, but you outdid yourself this time Won.”

Shit. Jungwon curses. There’s no way. He’s not going to let you leave the country. He has to do something about it.

“I got to go,” Jungwon could only say, standing up from his seat and leaving the house in an abrupt manner. 

Jiwon knows that she’s not in the right position to tell but she knows you two. She had witnessed your friendship grow and crumble throughout the years. She was there, watching your rivalry unfold and quickly be ruined again. She’s not going to let you leave with a heavy heart — and her younger brother wondering why you suddenly disappeared. 

Jungwon stood outside your dorm apartment. He’s been constantly bugging you, calling you nonstop, almost begging for you to talk to him. He stood there for an hour before you decided that he’s not going to leave unless you show up, so with the remaining pride you had in you, you decided to go down and face him. 

“What did I hear from noona?” Jungwon angrily asked, the moment you're near him.

You didn’t say a word but instead, you stood there as Jungwon stared at you like you had betrayed him once again. 

“You’re leaving for states? You’re not going to wait until graduation? Do you really hate me that much?” he asked almost in disbelief. 

Of course. You only think. Jiwon’s going to tell him. You don’t know whether to be mad at the older girl but you let it slide. You know that she told him so that you two could finally talk, to clear things up and perhaps, for you to leave the country without holding any grudge against Jungwon. 

After all, everything about this is about you now — not about Jungwon, not about your rivalry with him. It’s not to shove to him that you’re going abroad to study and he couldn’t. No more games and petty competition that was created due to an immature reason. Everything about this is for your future.

“This isn’t about you anymore Jungwon, nor is it about whatever competition we have,” you only exhaled. “This is about me and my future, and I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t for you.”

“No,” Jungwon firmly said. “You can’t leave, don’t leave —”

“Why? So you could continue our rivalry? Jungwon, you’ve won, you got the internship! Is that not enough for you!?” 

“I don’t want to lose you,” Jungwon answered instead. “Please, don’t go, please stay…stay with me, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize now that everything you’ve done caught up to you. If I stay, what good will it become for us? We’re only hurting each other Jungwon.”

“We can start all over again, please, I’m sorry —”

“Jungwon, it’s not easy for me to just get over it and start over again,” You let out a deep sigh before looking at him. “I made some mistakes too, I’m sorry for breaking your heart Jungwon —”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence when Jungwon pulls you to a tight hug, arms wrapped around you that you freeze from your place. “I don’t care about that anymore, please, just don’t leave me.”

You could only close your eyes, tears falling as Jungwon’s warmth engulfs you. You hate it. You hate how despite everything Jungwon has done to you, you still miss your best friend so much. You missed his touch, his warmth, and the comfort his hugs gave you. 

“This is for my future Jungwon,” you repeated. “I wouldn’t have done this if only I got the internship.”

“I’m sorry, please —” Jungwon stuttered through his words. All his pride crumbled down in a snap, he was almost kneeling in front of you as the guilt had become heavier than the anger he had towards you. “Please don’t leave me, I’ll decline the internship, I’ll make sure you’ll get the spot.”

“It’s too late Jungwon,” you only said, and before he could say anything, you broke out from the hug. “I don’t see a reason for me to stay, my parents are moving too. We had already hurt each other. I think it’s best that we keep our distance from now on.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungwon apologized. “I’m sorry for ruining our friendship. For being an asshole to you, and stealing your internship after I made a promise. I’m sorry.”

“I have forgiven you a long time ago, Jungwon,” you consoled. “But the more I see you, the more I’m hurt because I regret not reciprocating your feelings for me — and it took me a year to realized that I love you, and I miss my best friend so much, and I was holding on to our petty competition because it’s the only way I could get close to you again, even if our pride is getting in the way for us to communicate properly.”

“Why are you telling me this now?” Jungwon breathes. “Why now? When you’re leaving?”

“Because even though I love you, I’m still hurting Jungwon,” you explained. “And I need space, I need a place on my own — a life without you.”

“There’s nothing I can do to make up your mind?” he pleaded desperately.

“Nothing.”

Jungwon became quiet. That’s when he knew that your decisions were final. Nothing can change your mind, not even if he kneeled there and bled himself dry. He had hurt you deeply that you had to distance yourself from you.

“What happened to us Jungwon?” you asked. It was the question that you’ve long to ask him for years. “Why did everything lead to this?”

“It’s me,” Jungwon said in defeat. At that moment, he chooses his love over his pride. “It’s my fault, I was immature — scared that the only person I love will be gone. The funny thing was, she did, but it’s because of me.”

“Now, you really are going to be gone, I pushed you away, again, just like back then,” Jungwon mumbled. “I never thought it'd happen again.”

You only stared at him, “it’s for the best Jungwon. Maybe, it’s meant for us to end up this way.”

“Don’t say that,” Jungwon huffs. “We were inseparable back then, we…we could’ve been more than friends —”

“If only I'd realized it sooner,” you bitterly smiled. “I’m sorry Won, I’m sorry because I was too dumb to realise that my best friend’s in love with me — that I’m also in love with him.”

“Is your love for him not enough to outweigh the hurting feeling?” 

You only nod, defeated, Jungwon didn’t say a word.

“Can I hug you?” Jungwon pleaded, thinking that tonight will probably be the last time he’ll get to talk to you. “Please, one last time?”

“Okay,” it was the only thing you could say before Jungwon pulled you to a bone-crushing hug. You rested your head on his chest as he tightly held you, not wanting to let you go, head resting on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I love you so much,” Jungwon cried. “I’m sorry if I hold onto my anger and pride, I’m sorry —”

“I’m sorry too, Jungwon.”

“Please, stay…I’ll distance myself from you, just stay here.” he persuaded once again.

“I’m sorry, my decision’s final.”

And the only thing you could hear was Jungwon soft cries as he buried himself to you, muffling his cries on your shoulder as tears fell from yours too. 

-

Epilogue.

“You’re listening to 101.3 mixed up radio station, here we are with the hottest band in the scene, Arcanum!” the voice echoed through the radio station.

Behind the scene, the camera director signaled that the cameras were rolling. The DJ, Boo Seungkwan nodded as he smiled at the four guys sitting in front of him. Huge microphones in front of them, as they smiled nervously.

They introduced themselves one by one. Smiling despite being deep inside, they’re nervous for their first live radio guest. The DJ was cheerful and light to talk with. He makes sure that every member gets to answer, darting topics from their journey up to their music. The segment was going well and the longer the talk was, the tension on their shoulders lessened.

“Alright, so we’re here to ask you guys some burning hot questions. Everyone’s curious, what’s your relationship status? Some say that you guys are in a relationship while others aren't, it’s also a hot topic that you guys describe your ideal type during your showcase.” Seungkwan asked, glancing at the members one by one.

The boys laughed at the question, before quietly looking at each other. Gesturing the oldest to answer the question. “Alright, uhm — we’re not going to deny it anymore, but we’re in a healthy relationship, well except for Jungwon, he’s still single and ready to mingle if anyone wants him,” Heeseung teased, making the youngest glare at him. 

“Oh this shouldn’t surprise me given that you guys are so handsome! It’s kinda controversial you know? It’s rare for singers to debut while maintaining a relationship and exposing them immediately to the public,” Seungkwan stated.

The members only agreed with the DJ’s words. One of the things they negotiated with the label is their private life outside their career. Daydream Records wasn’t strict with romantic relationships, and gave them the decision to reveal their relationship in public. While they weren’t the type to flaunt their girlfriends at every chance they have, their fans are quick to stalk their personal social media accounts. 

“Well, they’ve been supporting us from the start, it’s fundamental that we also have trust in each other,” Sunghoon explained, smiling as he remembered his girlfriend. 

“That’s true, plus they’re also the inspiration to our music, our fans love it to be honest, they think it’s romantic that we dedicated our songs for them,” Heeseung added.

“That’s right, from what I heard, your first ever composed song was dedicated to your girlfriend right?” 

Heeseung only laughed at the DJ’s words but the obvious red ears gave off the answer. They remember the first time they performed it — in front of thousands of Decelis students at the year-ender concert. One of the biggest crowds that they had performed. 

“That’s true, I’m going to say that the lyrics aren’t that deep and it’s a bit cheesy but that’s how I feel for her,” Heeseung explained, smiling wider than ever.

“If you want a small fact, Heeseung’s dating Jungwon’s older sister,” Jay chuckles.

“Oh! Seriously? Jungwon, what are your thoughts about it?” Seungkwan asked.

“Well,” Jungwon lets out a disappointing sigh. “I had no choice, they love each other.” 

The talk about Arcanum’s relationships continued, gossiping about how they met and where, the DJ seemed to be impressed how they all have different love stories. Commenting at how their listeners are probably gushing at how cute their relationships are. 

“You guys seem to really love them,” Seungkwan sentimentally said, and the members only smiled. “And I can see that they’re also a bunch of sweet and genuine girlfriends, that’s why we prepared a surprise for you guys!”

The members were surprised with Seungkwan’s words that they started looking around, wondering if their significant others are present in the set. Jungwon only laughed as the only single member, but his eyes wandered too, curious what kind of surprise the DJ had presented.

“Hello love,” a voice echoed through the speaker.

“Oh my god,” Sunghoon blurted out, surprised by a familiar voice that’s always been a tune to his ears. 

“Oh it’s a voice message,” Jay said in relief. 

The members decided to become quiet as they started listening to their voice messages. Sunghoon was smiling wide as his girlfriend made the call after her hospital shift, soft voice encouraging him and telling him that she’ll be there to support him no matter what — and she’ll be waiting at their home no matter what, making the keyboardist hold onto the ring on his ring finger, smiling wider that his eyes curved into crescent moons.

Jay laughs when he hears the bubbly tone of his girlfriend. Excitedly, she first shares anecdotes of their relationship, remembering that one time she kissed him in front of the crowd at the Rabbit Hole, a memory that seems to be a core memory not only for them, but also for the band. She then explains how lucky she was to have Jay as her boyfriend, a huge green flag she added. She warmly wraps it up with the sentence, “I’ll be cheering for you my rockstar.” 

“Hi Heeseung,” Jiwon’s voice came last. Just from her voice, Heeseung can see her smile and that thought made him smile wider.

Jiwon expressed how she was there from the start. From their first band practice in their house up to now, and she’s proud of what they’ve become. She’ll be supporting them from afar and reminding them that the Yang residence can still be a place for their band practice. Her message wasn’t just solely for Heeseung — but for the whole group, touching everyone's heart, while the vocalist only smiled at the thought of Jiwon caring enough for his band members. 

“For Jungwonnie, I’ll leave a message to you too,” Jiwon spoke, a teasing laugh escaping her lips. “Don’t be hard-headed to your members just because you’re the youngest! I won’t be there to nag you all the time! But noona will always be here cheering you on, I’m proud of you always. I love you kiddo.” From there, Jiwon’s voice stops. Jungwon’s smile never fades, heart touched by his sister’s words. 

“At least I got a short message from my sister,” Jungwon jokes, making the other three laugh. 

“Are you sure about that?” Seungkwan asked teasingly, “because while we’re listening to the voicemails, we suddenly received a message from someone. It says it’s from your best friend.”

Jungwon stops, confused and wondering who it was. His heart started beating fast, and there’s a small hope inside him that hopes it’s from you.

“Would you like to hear it?”

Jungwon only nods. Eager, even leaning against his microphone like it’ll make the voicemail louder.

“Hi Jungwon, congrats on your debut and your radio interview. It seems like life has always been in your favor,” there it was. Your soft tone that Jungwon immediately recognized. 

“You have always been so perfect in so many ways Wonwon,” a laughter escapes your lips, making Jungwon smile. “Do you still hate it? Calling you Wonwon? But the nickname stuck with me ever since, so you have no choice about it.”

“I’ve known you ever since we were kids, you always love playing music, I never got to beat your guitar hero high score.” a faint laugh escapes your lips, and Jungwon swore that your laugh was the prettiest thing he had heard today. “It makes sense that you’ll be in a band, Wonwon even though you can do almost everything.”

Then, a deep silence followed after. From the other side, you stood in front of the glass wall, watching the planes take off while you waited for your boarding time. Your heart filled with regret but also relief as you clutched on your phone tightly.

“I just want to tell you that I’m proud of you, for everything that you’ve achieved. You deserve it, and I’m pretty sure that there’s more to come with you and Arcanum, and that makes me even more proud.”

“I hope you’re okay now Jungwon, I love you so, so much, don’t you ever forget that,” you only said, lips trembling as you choke back your tears while an announcement echoed in the background.

“It’s time for me to go, I don’t know what the future holds, but I’ll be here supporting you and Arcanum. Goodbye Jungwon.”

The call ended. Jungwon was quiet as he thought of you. He doesn’t know what to feel hearing your voice. But somehow, he felt closure with it, and he was glad to hear your voice one last time before you leave the country. 

“Wow, that’s such touching words from your best friend,” Seungkwan softly said, touched by your message. “And of course! From your girlfriends too, before we close this segment, how about you guys give a few words for them?”

One by one, the members sent their love and short messages for their significant others. Hoping that it’ll reach them. All smiles and sweet words were given before it darted to Jungwon who gave the message last.

“Hi, thank you for the message. I don’t know if you’re still listening to this interview, but I hope you’ll be okay there in the states. It's a lot of adjustments, but I know you'll handle it strongly. Take care always. I love you so much, don't you ever forget that,” Jungwon deeply exhales before smiling.

“I'm doing okay now. I'm glad that we're were best friends y/n."

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You were half-asleep when you felt the mattress dip beside you.

Not gentle, not subtle. Just the shift of weight and the familiar, deliberate press of Jay’s knee nudging between yours. You felt the air shift as his body leaned over yours, his palm sliding slow and warm beneath the hem of your oversized shirt. His shirt. Always his.

You didn’t open your eyes.

You didn’t have to.

“You’re not gonna pretend you’re asleep again, are you?” Jay’s voice was low, just rough enough to make your stomach clench. “Because we both know what this means when I wake up hard.”

You gave him the faintest hum, turning your head lazily into the pillow. “Didn’t ask you to climb on me.”

He laughed, quiet, dark.

“No,” he murmured, palm curling around the curve of your thigh. “You gave me permission to use you. Whenever I wanted.”

His fingers dipped under your panties. You stayed still, even as your breath hitched. You could already feel the slick starting to build between your legs. He hadn’t done anything yet. He didn’t have to.

“I don’t remember agreeing to being woken up like this,” you mumbled, bratty.

Jay’s fingers pressed tighter against your inner thigh. “You agreed to be mine. And that includes when you're half-asleep and faking attitude.”

He moved fast, flipping you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, dragging your hips up until your knees sank into the mattress and your face pressed into the pillow. Your shirt rode up high, your panties dragged down slow.

You let out a soft sound, half-protest, half-moan.

“Such a fucking tease,” Jay muttered behind you. “You act like you don’t want it, but your pussy says otherwise. You’re soaked.”

His palm smacked your ass—hard. You jumped, breath catching, heat flaring in your cheeks.

“Jay—”

“Don’t ‘Jay’ me. You begged for this setup,” he said, voice calm but cutting. “Told me you wanted to be available whenever I needed. Like my own little toy. My personal fuckdoll.”

You whimpered into the pillow, hips twitching back toward him instinctively.

He leaned over you, lips at your ear. “So don’t pretend to be shy now.”

Then he reached between your thighs and ran two fingers up your slit—slow, filthy, teasing. Your thighs trembled as he pressed them in just enough to spread the mess you’d already made.

“You’re dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he growled. “God, you’re disgusting.”

“Fuck you,” you breathed, grinding back against his hand.

He pulled his fingers away, brought them to your lips, and tapped. “Then suck.”

You opened your mouth, letting him slip them past your tongue. He watched you over your shoulder, eyes dark and possessive as you moaned around them, sucking like you wanted to be punished.

Jay pulled back suddenly, hands dragging your hips up until you arched for him—on your knees, spine bowed, legs spread wide. Completely exposed.

“Look at this,” he muttered behind you. “Fucking perfect. So pretty like this. All mine.”

You squirmed in place, back arching deeper. “Then hurry up and take what’s yours.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then his hand landed on your ass again, harder this time, enough to make your legs jolt.

“You don’t get to make demands,” he said, voice dark and dangerous. “You gave me access. That means I use you how I want. When I want. How long I want.”

You clenched around nothing.

Jay’s cock pressed between your thighs then—thick and hot, dragging up your folds with one slow thrust of his hips, letting you feel the weight of him through the mess you’d already made.

You gasped.

“Fuck—Jay, please—”

He gripped your hair, yanked your head back gently, just enough to hear the strain in your voice. “So polite now. What happened to all that bratty mouth?”

You whined, pushing back against him, chasing the friction.

Jay groaned under his breath, and for a second you could feel how close he was to losing control.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped your hips tighter and started grinding against you, slow, controlled, dragging his cock up and down your slit without entering. Just teasing. Just using.

You couldn’t breathe.

The stimulation was maddening. His cock gliding over your clit with every roll of his hips, his breath hot on your neck as he pressed you into the mattress like you were nothing but a pillow to rut against.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Look at you. Letting me use your body to get off. So fucking obedient when you’re wet.”

Your thighs shook.

You reached back for him, tried to grip his thigh, to pull him closer—inside, but he smacked your hand away.

“No,” he growled. “You’re not the one in control here.”

You moaned, louder this time, back arching hard as his cock slid right over your clit again, again, until your vision blurred.

“Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“That’s right,” he whispered, mouth pressed to your ear. “Come for me. Be a good toy and make a mess all over my cock.”

And you did.

You came with a cry muffled by the pillow, your legs trembling, your whole body tightening as your orgasm pulsed through you hard and fast, your slick coating his cock as he ground out the last few thrusts.

Jay let out a ragged breath, slowing down. His hands soothing now as he massaged your hips, still grinding slow and shallow against you like he couldn’t stop.

But he didn’t finish.

Not yet.

You collapsed to the mattress, legs shaking, breath caught in your throat.

Jay leaned down, kissed your shoulder, and said low in your ear:

“I’m not done with you yet.”

You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt Jay shift behind you.

His hands slid down your hips again, slow, purposeful. Possessive. He gripped the backs of your thighs and spread them wider, watching the way your folds glistened, your cunt twitching from the orgasm still fading out of your body.

“You really just came like that,” he muttered. “Without me even putting it in.”

Your cheek was pressed to the mattress, your lips parted, your breathing still shaky. “Maybe if you actually fucked me like a real man, I wouldn’t have to.”

You didn’t see it, but you heard his quiet, low laugh. Dangerous.

“Still got that mouth on you?” he asked, voice husky as he climbed back over your body. “After I let you come first? After I gave you exactly what you needed?”

His cock pressed at your entrance, thick and slick with your mess, and you could already feel your body opening up, aching for him.

“You act like you don’t love being used,” he muttered, dragging his tip slowly through your folds again, tapping at your entrance but not giving in. “But your pussy’s begging me to stay inside.”

You whimpered. “Then do it, Jay.”

He paused.

And with a low, satisfied growl, he pushed in—slowly, deliberately, dragging every inch of his cock through your overstimulated walls until he bottomed out, your body stretching to take him.

Your mouth dropped open. A breathless moan escaped your throat.

“Fuck—” Jay exhaled. “Still so fucking tight. You make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”

You tried to push back against him, but he grabbed your hips and held you there, buried to the hilt.

“You don’t get to move,” he said roughly. “You already got yours. Now you take it. Like the good girl you pretend not to be.”

His hips drew back—slowly. Then slammed in hard, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. You gasped, arching up into him.

Again. And again.

Jay set a pace that was devastating, controlled at first, each thrust deep and heavy, grinding into your sweet spot just to watch your legs tremble.

“Look at you,” he muttered, thrusting deeper, slower. “Crying for more and still trying to talk shit. You wanted this. You asked for this.”

Your fingers twisted into the sheets, your voice wrecked. “Jay, please—”

“Please what?”

You moaned.

“Say it,” he growled, hand coming down hard on your ass. “Say what you want.”

You broke.

“Please—fill me up,” you gasped. “I want you to finish inside. I want to feel it.”

Jay groaned so deep it vibrated in your spine. His hands gripped your hips harder, his thrusts turning rough, more ragged, more desperate, his breath hot on your back.

“You like being used that much?” he muttered. “Like being just a hole for me to fuck and fill whenever I want?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Fuck—yes.”

“Then take it.”

His thrusts turned brutal. His rhythm snapping faster, deeper, his cock hitting the back of your walls until your whole body jolted forward, your voice reduced to whimpers and gasps and broken pleas.

You felt it building in him. His body tightening, breath catching, his pace turning erratic as he chased his own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna stuff you so full of me you’ll be leaking for hours.”

You moaned, tightening around him, clenching just to push him over the edge.

“Fuck—baby—”

He came with a low, drawn-out groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled every drop, grinding into you until there was nothing left to give. His body draped over yours, warm and heavy, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Instead, he stayed inside. His hands soothing now, rubbing circles into your hips, your waist, your thigh. The tension drained slowly from his body, but he didn’t say anything yet.

You finally opened your mouth.

“So,” you mumbled, still face-down in the mattress, “was that… your way of using me casually?”

Jay laughed softly, low and real.

“Nah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your spine. “That was me losing control.”

yenni’s note — hi…. it’s been awhile LOL. been busy uploading on my wattpad account so i’ve only been reading on here BUT i have two more drafts ready :D

[lheesluv]

free use (p.js)

free use sex with jay, where he had unrestricted access to your body for his sexual need

PAIRINGS - mean dom!jay x bratty sub fem!reader

GENRE - smut (mdni), established relationship

CONTAINS - p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, ass slapping (fem), hair pulling, doggy position, reader is submissive but bratty, manhandling, breeding kink, creampie, consensual sex

WC — 1.6k

You were half-asleep when you felt the mattress dip beside you.

Not gentle, not subtle. Just the shift of weight and the familiar, deliberate press of Jay’s knee nudging between yours. You felt the air shift as his body leaned over yours, his palm sliding slow and warm beneath the hem of your oversized shirt. His shirt. Always his.

You didn’t open your eyes.

You didn’t have to.

“You’re not gonna pretend you’re asleep again, are you?” Jay’s voice was low, just rough enough to make your stomach clench. “Because we both know what this means when I wake up hard.”

You gave him the faintest hum, turning your head lazily into the pillow. “Didn’t ask you to climb on me.”

He laughed, quiet, dark.

“No,” he murmured, palm curling around the curve of your thigh. “You gave me permission to use you. Whenever I wanted.”

His fingers dipped under your panties. You stayed still, even as your breath hitched. You could already feel the slick starting to build between your legs. He hadn’t done anything yet. He didn’t have to.

“I don’t remember agreeing to being woken up like this,” you mumbled, bratty.

Jay’s fingers pressed tighter against your inner thigh. “You agreed to be mine. And that includes when you're half-asleep and faking attitude.”

He moved fast, flipping you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, dragging your hips up until your knees sank into the mattress and your face pressed into the pillow. Your shirt rode up high, your panties dragged down slow.

You let out a soft sound, half-protest, half-moan.

“Such a fucking tease,” Jay muttered behind you. “You act like you don’t want it, but your pussy says otherwise. You’re soaked.”

His palm smacked your ass—hard. You jumped, breath catching, heat flaring in your cheeks.

“Jay—”

“Don’t ‘Jay’ me. You begged for this setup,” he said, voice calm but cutting. “Told me you wanted to be available whenever I needed. Like my own little toy. My personal fuckdoll.”

You whimpered into the pillow, hips twitching back toward him instinctively.

He leaned over you, lips at your ear. “So don’t pretend to be shy now.”

Then he reached between your thighs and ran two fingers up your slit—slow, filthy, teasing. Your thighs trembled as he pressed them in just enough to spread the mess you’d already made.

“You’re dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he growled. “God, you’re disgusting.”

“Fuck you,” you breathed, grinding back against his hand.

He pulled his fingers away, brought them to your lips, and tapped. “Then suck.”

You opened your mouth, letting him slip them past your tongue. He watched you over your shoulder, eyes dark and possessive as you moaned around them, sucking like you wanted to be punished.

Jay pulled back suddenly, hands dragging your hips up until you arched for him—on your knees, spine bowed, legs spread wide. Completely exposed.

“Look at this,” he muttered behind you. “Fucking perfect. So pretty like this. All mine.”

You squirmed in place, back arching deeper. “Then hurry up and take what’s yours.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then his hand landed on your ass again, harder this time, enough to make your legs jolt.

“You don’t get to make demands,” he said, voice dark and dangerous. “You gave me access. That means I use you how I want. When I want. How long I want.”

You clenched around nothing.

Jay’s cock pressed between your thighs then—thick and hot, dragging up your folds with one slow thrust of his hips, letting you feel the weight of him through the mess you’d already made.

You gasped.

“Fuck—Jay, please—”

He gripped your hair, yanked your head back gently, just enough to hear the strain in your voice. “So polite now. What happened to all that bratty mouth?”

You whined, pushing back against him, chasing the friction.

Jay groaned under his breath, and for a second you could feel how close he was to losing control.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped your hips tighter and started grinding against you, slow, controlled, dragging his cock up and down your slit without entering. Just teasing. Just using.

You couldn’t breathe.

The stimulation was maddening. His cock gliding over your clit with every roll of his hips, his breath hot on your neck as he pressed you into the mattress like you were nothing but a pillow to rut against.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Look at you. Letting me use your body to get off. So fucking obedient when you’re wet.”

Your thighs shook.

You reached back for him, tried to grip his thigh, to pull him closer—inside, but he smacked your hand away.

“No,” he growled. “You’re not the one in control here.”

You moaned, louder this time, back arching hard as his cock slid right over your clit again, again, until your vision blurred.

“Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“That’s right,” he whispered, mouth pressed to your ear. “Come for me. Be a good toy and make a mess all over my cock.”

And you did.

You came with a cry muffled by the pillow, your legs trembling, your whole body tightening as your orgasm pulsed through you hard and fast, your slick coating his cock as he ground out the last few thrusts.

Jay let out a ragged breath, slowing down. His hands soothing now as he massaged your hips, still grinding slow and shallow against you like he couldn’t stop.

But he didn’t finish.

Not yet.

You collapsed to the mattress, legs shaking, breath caught in your throat.

Jay leaned down, kissed your shoulder, and said low in your ear:

“I’m not done with you yet.”

You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt Jay shift behind you.

His hands slid down your hips again, slow, purposeful. Possessive. He gripped the backs of your thighs and spread them wider, watching the way your folds glistened, your cunt twitching from the orgasm still fading out of your body.

“You really just came like that,” he muttered. “Without me even putting it in.”

Your cheek was pressed to the mattress, your lips parted, your breathing still shaky. “Maybe if you actually fucked me like a real man, I wouldn’t have to.”

You didn’t see it, but you heard his quiet, low laugh. Dangerous.

“Still got that mouth on you?” he asked, voice husky as he climbed back over your body. “After I let you come first? After I gave you exactly what you needed?”

His cock pressed at your entrance, thick and slick with your mess, and you could already feel your body opening up, aching for him.

“You act like you don’t love being used,” he muttered, dragging his tip slowly through your folds again, tapping at your entrance but not giving in. “But your pussy’s begging me to stay inside.”

You whimpered. “Then do it, Jay.”

He paused.

And with a low, satisfied growl, he pushed in—slowly, deliberately, dragging every inch of his cock through your overstimulated walls until he bottomed out, your body stretching to take him.

Your mouth dropped open. A breathless moan escaped your throat.

“Fuck—” Jay exhaled. “Still so fucking tight. You make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”

You tried to push back against him, but he grabbed your hips and held you there, buried to the hilt.

“You don’t get to move,” he said roughly. “You already got yours. Now you take it. Like the good girl you pretend not to be.”

His hips drew back—slowly. Then slammed in hard, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. You gasped, arching up into him.

Again. And again.

Jay set a pace that was devastating, controlled at first, each thrust deep and heavy, grinding into your sweet spot just to watch your legs tremble.

“Look at you,” he muttered, thrusting deeper, slower. “Crying for more and still trying to talk shit. You wanted this. You asked for this.”

Your fingers twisted into the sheets, your voice wrecked. “Jay, please—”

“Please what?”

You moaned.

“Say it,” he growled, hand coming down hard on your ass. “Say what you want.”

You broke.

“Please—fill me up,” you gasped. “I want you to finish inside. I want to feel it.”

Jay groaned so deep it vibrated in your spine. His hands gripped your hips harder, his thrusts turning rough, more ragged, more desperate, his breath hot on your back.

“You like being used that much?” he muttered. “Like being just a hole for me to fuck and fill whenever I want?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Fuck—yes.”

“Then take it.”

His thrusts turned brutal. His rhythm snapping faster, deeper, his cock hitting the back of your walls until your whole body jolted forward, your voice reduced to whimpers and gasps and broken pleas.

You felt it building in him. His body tightening, breath catching, his pace turning erratic as he chased his own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna stuff you so full of me you’ll be leaking for hours.”

You moaned, tightening around him, clenching just to push him over the edge.

“Fuck—baby—”

He came with a low, drawn-out groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled every drop, grinding into you until there was nothing left to give. His body draped over yours, warm and heavy, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Instead, he stayed inside. His hands soothing now, rubbing circles into your hips, your waist, your thigh. The tension drained slowly from his body, but he didn’t say anything yet.

You finally opened your mouth.

“So,” you mumbled, still face-down in the mattress, “was that… your way of using me casually?”

Jay laughed softly, low and real.

“Nah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your spine. “That was me losing control.”

yenni’s note — hi…. it’s been awhile LOL. been busy uploading on my wattpad account so i’ve only been reading on here BUT i have two more drafts ready :D

[lheesluv]

𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗘 🐆 toxic bf!heeseung

엔하이픈 ✴︎ 희승 ──── 𝑓!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 16O7 𝑤 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ◞ ◟ 催眠 •

🍒 made hee a menace on this one TT

REBLOG´ ˘ `𝟰𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 !

it’s your fault, really. you thought he meant it this time. you always do — it’s kind of pathetic.

heeseung never lies outright. he just leaves things out. lets your mind fill in the blank spaces with whatever version of him you wish existed. and you? you eat it up every single time. mouth wide open, starving for scraps.

you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car, again. city lights flashing against tinted glass. he hasn’t looked at you once since the party. just one hand on the wheel, the other on his phone — scrolling, texting, probably jihan, maybe another one.

you saw him tonight, you watched him.

hand on her lower back. that fucking smile — lazy, sly, that he only saves for when he’s about to ruin someone. the one you used to think meant something.

“say something,” you murmured. “just say it.”

heeseung exhales, tossing his phone into the center console. “say what, Y/N?”

“say you did it, say you flirted with her. tell me i’m not insane.”

his fingers tighten on the wheel. “i didn’t touch her.”

you laugh — low, and bitter. “oh, so that’s the new line now? as long as you don’t touch them, it’s fine?”

his voice sharpens, knife-edged. “you’re really doing this again? give it a rest.”

“no, you’re the one that’s doing whatever this is.”

now he looks at you. finally. and it’s not apologetic, not even guilty, nor is it confused — he’s bored. he looks at you like it’s exhausting talking to you. “jesus, why do you have to ruin every good night we have.” it’s not a question, it’s a statement.

you blink.

“we? you mean you?”

“you always do this,” he says, like you’re some pattern he has to tolerate. “you watch me like a fucking hawk, wait for me to slip, and then punish me when i don’t.”

your stomach knots. you loathe how he says things like that — when i don’t — because it makes you second guess what you saw. what you know.

“i’m not punishing you, i just want to know why you keep doing this to me.” you say, quieter, “why do you always make me feel like i’m not enough.”

he scoffs, “that’s not my fault, that’s your own shit.”

there it is.

heeseung doesn’t yell, he doesn’t need to. he kills you with that calm tone of his. the one that makes you the problem. the one that turns your reactions into the real offense.

“you looked at her like—”

“like what?” he cuts in, “don’t say dumb dramatic shit like that. you looked at sunghoon today, i didn’t make a scene about that, did i?”

“i wasn’t—are you kidding me, heeseung?”

“oh, so it’s different when you do it.”

you fall silent.

it always turns on you. you come with evidence, and you leave with an apology. a warped kind of magic. gaslighting disguised as logic.

“i’m not doing this with you,” pulling into his apartment complex. you stare out the window.

you should leave. get out. call someone, anyone. cry in the fucking bathroom, throw your phone into a pond.

but, to everyone’s surprise, you follow him upstairs.

he unlocks the door, kicks off his shoes. he doesn’t wait for you — how could he? — you just accused him, your boyfriend of one year, of cheating.

you trickle in a few seconds later. arms crossed tight over your chest.

he’s in the kitchen. opens the fridge, pulls out a can of beer.

“you want one?” he asks, like nothing happened.

you shake your head.

he pops the cap, takes a long sip. he doesn’t look at you when he says, “you overreacted. again.”

your eyes sting, tears threatening to spill over. “why are you doing this to me?”

“i’m not doing anything to you.”

“you know what you’re doing, you know how it makes me feel.”

he smirks — just barely. “maybe that’s why i do it.”

silence. it lands like a punch, square in the chest.

“you’re a fucking asshole,” you whisper.

he shrugs. “then leave. do it right now.”

you hate how he says it. so casual. like he knows you won’t. like he knows you’ll cry, sleep in his bed anyway, kiss him in the morning, and pretend it didn’t matter.

“you say that every time,” you whisper. “but you never actually want me to.”

he lifts his gaze, finally meets your eyes — and it’s dark. sharp. unblinking.

“no,” he agrees. “because watching you stay after everything I do? that’s the only time i believe you really do love me.”

“you’re fucking sick,” you murmur.

he just takes another sip. “you didn’t disagree.”

you want to scream. throw something. hit him. hit yourself. but your hands just shake, and your throat closes, and your heart — god, your heart — it still aches for him. still wants him.

That’s the worst part.

You still want him.

he tosses the bottle in the sink, walks toward you, stops just close enough that you can smell him — smoke and cologne and something sweet that clings to his clothes like memory.

he tilts his head.

“you gonna cry now, baby?”

you look away.

“or are you gonna beg me to stay with you, like last time?”

your bottom lip trembles. you hate yourself for it.

heeseung steps even closer. his hand comes up — gentle, almost tender — to cup your jaw. he leans in, voice a low, and he whispers: “you like this. don’t act like you don’t.”

you close your eyes. swallow the sob.

because part of you does. not this version of you — the real you hates this. the real you wants peace, wants to be adored, wants to be chosen.

but the ruined version of you? she’s the one who always wins.

she’s the one who likes how he smells, how he kisses, how he punishes and forgives like he owns you. she’s the one who pulls him in when you should push him away.

so when his lips find yours, you let them.

you let him press you against the wall.et him kiss you like he’s claiming what’s his. let him make a mess of you because that’s all he’s ever done.

you’ll cry later. in his bathroom. under his shower.

you’ll tell yourself this is the last time. that the next time he flirts, lies, ghosts you, you’ll be strong enough to leave.

you won’t.

you’ll scream at him again next week. you’ll call him names. he’ll blame you. he’ll kiss you. you’ll stay.

and it’ll repeat. over and over. until one of you breaks for good.

but tonight? you kiss him back.

because it’s your fault, really.

you thought he meant it this time.

[lheesluv]

free use (p.js)

free use sex with jay, where he had unrestricted access to your body for his sexual need

PAIRINGS - mean dom!jay x bratty sub fem!reader

GENRE - smut (mdni), established relationship

CONTAINS - p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, ass slapping (fem), hair pulling, doggy position, reader is submissive but bratty, manhandling, breeding kink, creampie, consensual sex

WC — 1.6k

You were half-asleep when you felt the mattress dip beside you.

Not gentle, not subtle. Just the shift of weight and the familiar, deliberate press of Jay’s knee nudging between yours. You felt the air shift as his body leaned over yours, his palm sliding slow and warm beneath the hem of your oversized shirt. His shirt. Always his.

You didn’t open your eyes.

You didn’t have to.

“You’re not gonna pretend you’re asleep again, are you?” Jay’s voice was low, just rough enough to make your stomach clench. “Because we both know what this means when I wake up hard.”

You gave him the faintest hum, turning your head lazily into the pillow. “Didn’t ask you to climb on me.”

He laughed, quiet, dark.

“No,” he murmured, palm curling around the curve of your thigh. “You gave me permission to use you. Whenever I wanted.”

His fingers dipped under your panties. You stayed still, even as your breath hitched. You could already feel the slick starting to build between your legs. He hadn’t done anything yet. He didn’t have to.

“I don’t remember agreeing to being woken up like this,” you mumbled, bratty.

Jay’s fingers pressed tighter against your inner thigh. “You agreed to be mine. And that includes when you're half-asleep and faking attitude.”

He moved fast, flipping you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, dragging your hips up until your knees sank into the mattress and your face pressed into the pillow. Your shirt rode up high, your panties dragged down slow.

You let out a soft sound, half-protest, half-moan.

“Such a fucking tease,” Jay muttered behind you. “You act like you don’t want it, but your pussy says otherwise. You’re soaked.”

His palm smacked your ass—hard. You jumped, breath catching, heat flaring in your cheeks.

“Jay—”

“Don’t ‘Jay’ me. You begged for this setup,” he said, voice calm but cutting. “Told me you wanted to be available whenever I needed. Like my own little toy. My personal fuckdoll.”

You whimpered into the pillow, hips twitching back toward him instinctively.

He leaned over you, lips at your ear. “So don’t pretend to be shy now.”

Then he reached between your thighs and ran two fingers up your slit—slow, filthy, teasing. Your thighs trembled as he pressed them in just enough to spread the mess you’d already made.

“You’re dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he growled. “God, you’re disgusting.”

“Fuck you,” you breathed, grinding back against his hand.

He pulled his fingers away, brought them to your lips, and tapped. “Then suck.”

You opened your mouth, letting him slip them past your tongue. He watched you over your shoulder, eyes dark and possessive as you moaned around them, sucking like you wanted to be punished.

Jay pulled back suddenly, hands dragging your hips up until you arched for him—on your knees, spine bowed, legs spread wide. Completely exposed.

“Look at this,” he muttered behind you. “Fucking perfect. So pretty like this. All mine.”

You squirmed in place, back arching deeper. “Then hurry up and take what’s yours.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then his hand landed on your ass again, harder this time, enough to make your legs jolt.

“You don’t get to make demands,” he said, voice dark and dangerous. “You gave me access. That means I use you how I want. When I want. How long I want.”

You clenched around nothing.

Jay’s cock pressed between your thighs then—thick and hot, dragging up your folds with one slow thrust of his hips, letting you feel the weight of him through the mess you’d already made.

You gasped.

“Fuck—Jay, please—”

He gripped your hair, yanked your head back gently, just enough to hear the strain in your voice. “So polite now. What happened to all that bratty mouth?”

You whined, pushing back against him, chasing the friction.

Jay groaned under his breath, and for a second you could feel how close he was to losing control.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped your hips tighter and started grinding against you, slow, controlled, dragging his cock up and down your slit without entering. Just teasing. Just using.

You couldn’t breathe.

The stimulation was maddening. His cock gliding over your clit with every roll of his hips, his breath hot on your neck as he pressed you into the mattress like you were nothing but a pillow to rut against.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Look at you. Letting me use your body to get off. So fucking obedient when you’re wet.”

Your thighs shook.

You reached back for him, tried to grip his thigh, to pull him closer—inside, but he smacked your hand away.

“No,” he growled. “You’re not the one in control here.”

You moaned, louder this time, back arching hard as his cock slid right over your clit again, again, until your vision blurred.

“Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“That’s right,” he whispered, mouth pressed to your ear. “Come for me. Be a good toy and make a mess all over my cock.”

And you did.

You came with a cry muffled by the pillow, your legs trembling, your whole body tightening as your orgasm pulsed through you hard and fast, your slick coating his cock as he ground out the last few thrusts.

Jay let out a ragged breath, slowing down. His hands soothing now as he massaged your hips, still grinding slow and shallow against you like he couldn’t stop.

But he didn’t finish.

Not yet.

You collapsed to the mattress, legs shaking, breath caught in your throat.

Jay leaned down, kissed your shoulder, and said low in your ear:

“I’m not done with you yet.”

You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt Jay shift behind you.

His hands slid down your hips again, slow, purposeful. Possessive. He gripped the backs of your thighs and spread them wider, watching the way your folds glistened, your cunt twitching from the orgasm still fading out of your body.

“You really just came like that,” he muttered. “Without me even putting it in.”

Your cheek was pressed to the mattress, your lips parted, your breathing still shaky. “Maybe if you actually fucked me like a real man, I wouldn’t have to.”

You didn’t see it, but you heard his quiet, low laugh. Dangerous.

“Still got that mouth on you?” he asked, voice husky as he climbed back over your body. “After I let you come first? After I gave you exactly what you needed?”

His cock pressed at your entrance, thick and slick with your mess, and you could already feel your body opening up, aching for him.

“You act like you don’t love being used,” he muttered, dragging his tip slowly through your folds again, tapping at your entrance but not giving in. “But your pussy’s begging me to stay inside.”

You whimpered. “Then do it, Jay.”

He paused.

And with a low, satisfied growl, he pushed in—slowly, deliberately, dragging every inch of his cock through your overstimulated walls until he bottomed out, your body stretching to take him.

Your mouth dropped open. A breathless moan escaped your throat.

“Fuck—” Jay exhaled. “Still so fucking tight. You make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”

You tried to push back against him, but he grabbed your hips and held you there, buried to the hilt.

“You don’t get to move,” he said roughly. “You already got yours. Now you take it. Like the good girl you pretend not to be.”

His hips drew back—slowly. Then slammed in hard, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. You gasped, arching up into him.

Again. And again.

Jay set a pace that was devastating, controlled at first, each thrust deep and heavy, grinding into your sweet spot just to watch your legs tremble.

“Look at you,” he muttered, thrusting deeper, slower. “Crying for more and still trying to talk shit. You wanted this. You asked for this.”

Your fingers twisted into the sheets, your voice wrecked. “Jay, please—”

“Please what?”

You moaned.

“Say it,” he growled, hand coming down hard on your ass. “Say what you want.”

You broke.

“Please—fill me up,” you gasped. “I want you to finish inside. I want to feel it.”

Jay groaned so deep it vibrated in your spine. His hands gripped your hips harder, his thrusts turning rough, more ragged, more desperate, his breath hot on your back.

“You like being used that much?” he muttered. “Like being just a hole for me to fuck and fill whenever I want?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Fuck—yes.”

“Then take it.”

His thrusts turned brutal. His rhythm snapping faster, deeper, his cock hitting the back of your walls until your whole body jolted forward, your voice reduced to whimpers and gasps and broken pleas.

You felt it building in him. His body tightening, breath catching, his pace turning erratic as he chased his own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna stuff you so full of me you’ll be leaking for hours.”

You moaned, tightening around him, clenching just to push him over the edge.

“Fuck—baby—”

He came with a low, drawn-out groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled every drop, grinding into you until there was nothing left to give. His body draped over yours, warm and heavy, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Instead, he stayed inside. His hands soothing now, rubbing circles into your hips, your waist, your thigh. The tension drained slowly from his body, but he didn’t say anything yet.

You finally opened your mouth.

“So,” you mumbled, still face-down in the mattress, “was that… your way of using me casually?”

Jay laughed softly, low and real.

“Nah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your spine. “That was me losing control.”

yenni’s note — hi…. it’s been awhile LOL. been busy uploading on my wattpad account so i’ve only been reading on here BUT i have two more drafts ready :D

[lheesluv]

Free use with Jay I'm BEGGINGGGG there's barely any free use fics on this app and I'm tweaking

i am so late but here it is !! free use with jay ! this was my first ever rq i fulfilled i hope u enjoy <3

[lheesluv]

free use (p.js)

free use sex with jay, where he had unrestricted access to your body for his sexual need

PAIRINGS - mean dom!jay x bratty sub fem!reader

GENRE - smut (mdni), established relationship

CONTAINS - p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, ass slapping (fem), hair pulling, doggy position, reader is submissive but bratty, manhandling, breeding kink, creampie, consensual sex

WC — 1.6k

You were half-asleep when you felt the mattress dip beside you.

Not gentle, not subtle. Just the shift of weight and the familiar, deliberate press of Jay’s knee nudging between yours. You felt the air shift as his body leaned over yours, his palm sliding slow and warm beneath the hem of your oversized shirt. His shirt. Always his.

You didn’t open your eyes.

You didn’t have to.

“You’re not gonna pretend you’re asleep again, are you?” Jay’s voice was low, just rough enough to make your stomach clench. “Because we both know what this means when I wake up hard.”

You gave him the faintest hum, turning your head lazily into the pillow. “Didn’t ask you to climb on me.”

He laughed, quiet, dark.

“No,” he murmured, palm curling around the curve of your thigh. “You gave me permission to use you. Whenever I wanted.”

His fingers dipped under your panties. You stayed still, even as your breath hitched. You could already feel the slick starting to build between your legs. He hadn’t done anything yet. He didn’t have to.

“I don’t remember agreeing to being woken up like this,” you mumbled, bratty.

Jay’s fingers pressed tighter against your inner thigh. “You agreed to be mine. And that includes when you're half-asleep and faking attitude.”

He moved fast, flipping you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, dragging your hips up until your knees sank into the mattress and your face pressed into the pillow. Your shirt rode up high, your panties dragged down slow.

You let out a soft sound, half-protest, half-moan.

“Such a fucking tease,” Jay muttered behind you. “You act like you don’t want it, but your pussy says otherwise. You’re soaked.”

His palm smacked your ass—hard. You jumped, breath catching, heat flaring in your cheeks.

“Jay—”

“Don’t ‘Jay’ me. You begged for this setup,” he said, voice calm but cutting. “Told me you wanted to be available whenever I needed. Like my own little toy. My personal fuckdoll.”

You whimpered into the pillow, hips twitching back toward him instinctively.

He leaned over you, lips at your ear. “So don’t pretend to be shy now.”

Then he reached between your thighs and ran two fingers up your slit—slow, filthy, teasing. Your thighs trembled as he pressed them in just enough to spread the mess you’d already made.

“You’re dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he growled. “God, you’re disgusting.”

“Fuck you,” you breathed, grinding back against his hand.

He pulled his fingers away, brought them to your lips, and tapped. “Then suck.”

You opened your mouth, letting him slip them past your tongue. He watched you over your shoulder, eyes dark and possessive as you moaned around them, sucking like you wanted to be punished.

Jay pulled back suddenly, hands dragging your hips up until you arched for him—on your knees, spine bowed, legs spread wide. Completely exposed.

“Look at this,” he muttered behind you. “Fucking perfect. So pretty like this. All mine.”

You squirmed in place, back arching deeper. “Then hurry up and take what’s yours.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then his hand landed on your ass again, harder this time, enough to make your legs jolt.

“You don’t get to make demands,” he said, voice dark and dangerous. “You gave me access. That means I use you how I want. When I want. How long I want.”

You clenched around nothing.

Jay’s cock pressed between your thighs then—thick and hot, dragging up your folds with one slow thrust of his hips, letting you feel the weight of him through the mess you’d already made.

You gasped.

“Fuck—Jay, please—”

He gripped your hair, yanked your head back gently, just enough to hear the strain in your voice. “So polite now. What happened to all that bratty mouth?”

You whined, pushing back against him, chasing the friction.

Jay groaned under his breath, and for a second you could feel how close he was to losing control.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped your hips tighter and started grinding against you, slow, controlled, dragging his cock up and down your slit without entering. Just teasing. Just using.

You couldn’t breathe.

The stimulation was maddening. His cock gliding over your clit with every roll of his hips, his breath hot on your neck as he pressed you into the mattress like you were nothing but a pillow to rut against.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Look at you. Letting me use your body to get off. So fucking obedient when you’re wet.”

Your thighs shook.

You reached back for him, tried to grip his thigh, to pull him closer—inside, but he smacked your hand away.

“No,” he growled. “You’re not the one in control here.”

You moaned, louder this time, back arching hard as his cock slid right over your clit again, again, until your vision blurred.

“Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“That’s right,” he whispered, mouth pressed to your ear. “Come for me. Be a good toy and make a mess all over my cock.”

And you did.

You came with a cry muffled by the pillow, your legs trembling, your whole body tightening as your orgasm pulsed through you hard and fast, your slick coating his cock as he ground out the last few thrusts.

Jay let out a ragged breath, slowing down. His hands soothing now as he massaged your hips, still grinding slow and shallow against you like he couldn’t stop.

But he didn’t finish.

Not yet.

You collapsed to the mattress, legs shaking, breath caught in your throat.

Jay leaned down, kissed your shoulder, and said low in your ear:

“I’m not done with you yet.”

You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt Jay shift behind you.

His hands slid down your hips again, slow, purposeful. Possessive. He gripped the backs of your thighs and spread them wider, watching the way your folds glistened, your cunt twitching from the orgasm still fading out of your body.

“You really just came like that,” he muttered. “Without me even putting it in.”

Your cheek was pressed to the mattress, your lips parted, your breathing still shaky. “Maybe if you actually fucked me like a real man, I wouldn’t have to.”

You didn’t see it, but you heard his quiet, low laugh. Dangerous.

“Still got that mouth on you?” he asked, voice husky as he climbed back over your body. “After I let you come first? After I gave you exactly what you needed?”

His cock pressed at your entrance, thick and slick with your mess, and you could already feel your body opening up, aching for him.

“You act like you don’t love being used,” he muttered, dragging his tip slowly through your folds again, tapping at your entrance but not giving in. “But your pussy’s begging me to stay inside.”

You whimpered. “Then do it, Jay.”

He paused.

And with a low, satisfied growl, he pushed in—slowly, deliberately, dragging every inch of his cock through your overstimulated walls until he bottomed out, your body stretching to take him.

Your mouth dropped open. A breathless moan escaped your throat.

“Fuck—” Jay exhaled. “Still so fucking tight. You make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”

You tried to push back against him, but he grabbed your hips and held you there, buried to the hilt.

“You don’t get to move,” he said roughly. “You already got yours. Now you take it. Like the good girl you pretend not to be.”

His hips drew back—slowly. Then slammed in hard, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. You gasped, arching up into him.

Again. And again.

Jay set a pace that was devastating, controlled at first, each thrust deep and heavy, grinding into your sweet spot just to watch your legs tremble.

“Look at you,” he muttered, thrusting deeper, slower. “Crying for more and still trying to talk shit. You wanted this. You asked for this.”

Your fingers twisted into the sheets, your voice wrecked. “Jay, please—”

“Please what?”

You moaned.

“Say it,” he growled, hand coming down hard on your ass. “Say what you want.”

You broke.

“Please—fill me up,” you gasped. “I want you to finish inside. I want to feel it.”

Jay groaned so deep it vibrated in your spine. His hands gripped your hips harder, his thrusts turning rough, more ragged, more desperate, his breath hot on your back.

“You like being used that much?” he muttered. “Like being just a hole for me to fuck and fill whenever I want?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Fuck—yes.”

“Then take it.”

His thrusts turned brutal. His rhythm snapping faster, deeper, his cock hitting the back of your walls until your whole body jolted forward, your voice reduced to whimpers and gasps and broken pleas.

You felt it building in him. His body tightening, breath catching, his pace turning erratic as he chased his own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna stuff you so full of me you’ll be leaking for hours.”

You moaned, tightening around him, clenching just to push him over the edge.

“Fuck—baby—”

He came with a low, drawn-out groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled every drop, grinding into you until there was nothing left to give. His body draped over yours, warm and heavy, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Instead, he stayed inside. His hands soothing now, rubbing circles into your hips, your waist, your thigh. The tension drained slowly from his body, but he didn’t say anything yet.

You finally opened your mouth.

“So,” you mumbled, still face-down in the mattress, “was that… your way of using me casually?”

Jay laughed softly, low and real.

“Nah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your spine. “That was me losing control.”

yenni’s note — hi…. it’s been awhile LOL. been busy uploading on my wattpad account so i’ve only been reading on here BUT i have two more drafts ready :D

[lheesluv]

To everyone else, you’re Jake’s girlfriend and picture of innocence—soft spoken, always with a smile, the type to bake cookies and kiss him goodbye on the cheek. His friends are sure he’s not getting what he needs, and they don’t hold back their advice for him to cheat, flirt, find someone who’ll actually put out. Jake doesn’t even bother correcting them, cause not only are they wrong, they’re wildly off the mark.

nsfw warnings: SMUT, toxic male friendship dynamics, back-talking, gaslighting, multiple rounds of sex, overstimulation, oral (m & f receiving), creampie, fingering, light breathplay, praise kink, mild degradation, anal play (established dynamic), light powerplay, hair pulling, dirty talk, cockwarming, light possessiveness, squirting, soft dom/sub elements, and begging.

7.9k

Jake Sim is...hard to explain.

If you ask around, you'll hear a thousand different versions. Jake Sim is hot. Jake Sim is an asshole. Jake Sim is the sweetest guy you'll ever meet. Jake Sim is the guy who'll flirt with you all night, fuck you into the mattress, and then forget your name before the sun even rises. Jake Sim is a player, a charmer, he's the guy everyone warns everyone about always a little too late.

And to be honest? they're not exactly wrong. Jake is the kind of guy who makes a mess just to see if someone else will clean it up. The kind who smiles like he knows all the answers to everything and doesn't care to share them. Jake's never had to try hard for anything—not attention, not girls, not the kind of casual popularity that clings to people like him for no reason other than sheer gravity.

He floats through life on charm and instinct, making trouble look too effortless.

Well, not until you.

You never belonged in Jake's world, like not even a little bit. You didn't chase parties or post thirst traps. You weren't loud, or flashy, or easy to figure out. But you were soft spoken and self contained, always in those oversized knit sweaters and delicate little necklaces. You said "pardon?" instead of "what," and you never once looked at Jake like you wanted anything from him. In fact you never looked at him at all.

Maybe that's why he couldn't stop staring, because you didn't orbit around him like everyone else did. You truly just existed in your own world and you didn't give a toss that he was attractive in the way that made people act stupid. You were genuinely kind, irritatingly kind Jake would say, and it made him feel like a walking glitch in your perfect little universe.

He was the kind to ghost girls. You were the kind to remember everyone's birthdays. He blew off midterms sometimes. You sent people your notes when you noticed they weren't in class.

You weren't his type in any sense and he sure as hell wasn't yours. But that didn't stop him from going after you anyway.

It didn't stop the way he'd linger outside the library when he knew you were in there, with his eyes low and his fingers twitching. It didn't stop him from getting your number from someone he'd never even spoken to in his life but he saw them speak to you once and that was enough for him. It didn't stop whatever this became—this quietly consuming, slow burn kind of obsession that made Jake Sim, the most unserious, nonchalant boy in the world, go dead serious when it came to you.

So dead serious that he made you his girlfriend quicker than you could think to even consider saying no, and goddamn if you didn't love him and the intensity of it all too.

The promise ring he asked you to be his girlfriend with was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You remember how red in the face he was, a little awkward too, holding out a tiny velvet box.

You'd slipped it on without hesitation, and now it lives on your finger, always warm from your skin and twirled endlessly whenever you're anxious or shy or thinking a little too hard. Jake watches you do it sometimes when you're talking to him, or even when you're not. It makes his chest tight in the best way possible.

You're still not officially living with him. But your things are everywhere, all over his apartment. Your makeup clutters the edge of his bathroom sin, your slippers sit beside his sneakers at the front door, your clothes even hang in his closet, slowly but surely taking over, and your lacey panties end up in his laundry pile more often than not—a discovery Jake reacts to every time like it's Christmas morning.

He swears he loves it, all of it, all of you.

He loves the way you hum to yourself when you cook, loves how you taste everything off the spoon and make him do the same thing. He loves waking up to the smell of something sweet in the oven, loves hearing you sing along to songs you think he can't hear from the other room. He loves the softness you bring into his space, it’s like his whole apartment exhales when you're in it.

And right now, he's trying not to smile like an idiot as you leave the tray of cookies fresh from the oven on the coffee table for him and his friends, they’re still warm and rich with the scent of vanilla and browned butter. The boys dive in immediately, tearing into them like they've been starving all day.

"Dude," Sunghoon mumbles with his mouth full. "What does she put in these?"

"Crack," Heeseung says, reaching for another. "Crack cocaine, I’m so damn sure."

Jake just smirks, watching you tidy up in the kitchen with your hair pulled back, phone in hand before heading toward the living room again, eyes already on him.

"I'm heading to the mall with my friends," you tell him sweetly, swinging your purse over your shoulder and leaning down to kiss one cheek, then the other. "Don't eat all the cookies before I get back." You tell them even though you know it’ll all be gone by the time you’re back.

Jake smiles up at you. "No promises."

You glance at the guys. "Enjoy, boys."

"Thanks, sweetheart," Sunghoon replies automatically, and Heeseung raises his cookie in salute.

The door to the apartment shuts behind you and the silence gets loaded.

Jake barely has time to reach for another cookie before Heeseung squints at him over the edge of his glass and says, "Okay but like...how often do you jerk off?"

Jake blinks. "What?"

"You know," Heeseung gestures vaguely. "When she's not around. Or even when she is. Like, how bad's the drought?"

Jake frowns. "What are you even—"

"Come on dude. She bakes, she cleans, she kisses your cheeks like a fucking disney character," Sunghoon says, shaking his head like he's genuinely concerned. "And she's got you wearing a promise ring, bro. Be serious."

Jake raises an eyebrow.

"She's your girlfriend, not your chastity coach," Heeseung adds, mouth full. "It's okay to like her, man. Be whipped or whatever, but every guy's got needs." He does air quotes with his fingers at whipped.

"Exactly," Sunghoon nods. "You're telling us you haven't cracked once? Eight months and she's still playing house instead of playing with your dick?"

Jake laughs.

It's low and easy as he tosses a cookie up in air, catching it in his mouth like he doesn't have a care in the world. "You guys don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Oh, come on—"

He doesn't let them finish.

Just shrugs, wipes a crumb off his jeans, and leans back against the couch cushions with that same frustratingly calm grin. Not confirming anything or denying either and definitely not offering a damn thing more.

And maybe that's what gets them most. Sunghoon is about to continue with his drilling but the apartment door bangs open and Jay barrels in like he was trying to break the door open.

"I had to park three fucking blocks away—why are there so many delivery trucks on your str—" He stops question when he spots the half empty cookie tray and Jake's face. "Ah. What’s going on?"

Heeseung and Sunghoon exchange a look that says perfect timing.

Sunghoon jerks a thumb toward Jake. "We're staging an intervention. Lover boy here claims he hasn't touched himself for eight months because little miss betty boop apparently doesn't—"

"Dude," Jake warns, voice flat.

Heeseung dives in anyway. "We're just saying every guy's got needs, and she's not exactly—" he twirls a hand, searching for a polite word and failing—"open access."

Jay slumps into the couch slowly, suddenly wary. "Okay, first? Why is this our business? Second, she literally did my laundry when I was half dead with the flu last month. She's an angel—"

"Exactly," Sunghoon interrupts, irritated that Jay isn't backing him. "She's too angelic. Jake's basically wasting away. I know a girl who wouldn't care that you’re taken—she'll rock your fucking world, no strings."

Jay's eyebrows shoot up. "Bro, are you actually telling him to cheat? That's fucked up."

Heeseung waves him off. "Look, pastor Jay, spare us the sermon. We’re being practical."

Jay crosses his arms. "Practical? Or fucking sleazy?"

Sunghoon's jaw tics. "Fine, keep your halo. I'm trying to help our boy here."

"Help?" Jay snorts. "You're insinuating his girlfriend's a prude and pushing him toward some side piece because you can't fathom a relationship that isn't twenty-four/seven fucking."

Heeseung lets out a low laugh. "Prude? She's sweet, yeah—but let's be real, she's a little stuck-up. Bet she makes him say please and thank you before he even—"

"Enough."

His voice isn't loud, but it's close to lethal and it make the room still. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on Heeseung. "Don't talk about my girlfriend like that."

The silence is as thick as caramel.

Heeseung opens his mouth, thinks better of it and just shrugs instead. Sunghoon raises both hands in a mock surrender. "All right, all right. We're just looking out for you, man."

Jake sits back, expression unmoving except for the tight belt of muscle along his jaw. "Appreciate the concern but drop it."

Jay exhales, tension easing from his shoulders as he snags a cookie. "Cool. Crisis averted. Let's talk about literally anything else—basketball, stocks, the weather—"

But the mood has unfortunately shifted too far. Under the warm scent of sugar and butter, something colder threads the air, like a line drawn or a warning given.

Jake breaks off a crumb, flicks it onto the tray, and doesn't say another word.

The hangout's pretty much dead, even though they try to shift the conversation, try to joke but nothing lands. Not with Jake sitting there, stiff as a statue, jaw tight, barely looking up. Heeseung's chewing slower, the cookies don't taste as good anymore, and Sunghoon keeps checking his phone like there's somewhere else he needs to be.

Because there is.

Anywhere but here that’s for sure.

Jake's not even yelling, but does he have to? The way he's gone quiet should be enough. He's not laughing at their dumb jokes, not biting back with sarcasm like usual. He’s just sitting there on his own couch like he doesn't even recognize it.

Jay finally clears his throat. "Uh...I should probably get going. Early shift tomorrow."

Heeseung stands. "Yeah. Same." He doesn’t even have a job.

Sunghoon mumbles something about traffic, already halfway to the door. No one says it, but they all feel it, feel the vibe shot and Jake's silence holding the smoking gun.

Jay lingers a little longer near the door. He glances back, eyes softer than before. "Hey...sorry, man. I’m sure they didn't mean for it to go there."

Jake doesn't look at him. Just rubs the heel of his palm into one eye. "Yeah. Whatever."

Jay nods once and doesn't push. The door clicks shut behind them, and Jake's left alone in the quiet. He slumps back on the couch, eyes drifting to the half empty cookie tray on the coffee table.

You made those for them.

And they still had the audacity to talk about you like that. To reduce you to some outdated stereotype of some sweet, doting, sexless girlfriend he must clearly be suffering through.

The door creaks open a moment later, and you waltz bouncing with happiness, arms overflowing with shopping bags. You toe off your shoes at the door, grin still plastered on your face as you make your way inside, the scent of your perfume trailing behind you like sunshine.

"Babyyy," you call out cheerfully. "You will not believe the sale I hit today."

You find him on the couch, slouched deep into the cushions, hoodie up, face shadowed by the TV glow and a silence that immediately makes you feel like something is wrong.

Your grin falters. "Jake?"

He turns his head toward you, offers a weak smile that’s just a twitch of his lips, not the real one that crinkles his eyes and melts your stomach.

You pause at the edge of the couch, looking at him, then the table, at the cookie tray that’s half full. There’s not a crumb in sight on the cushions or floor, which is odd because the boys always devour them like wolves.

Your heart sinks a little.

Something is wrong.

Without a word, you gently set your shopping bags down and crawl into his lap, settling your weight carefully over him, but his hands stay limp at his sides. He doesn't even tuck them around your waist like he always does. Doesn't nose into your neck or murmur a "missed you."

You touch his face, frown deepening. "Jakey..." you whisper, brushing his hair off his forehead. "Talk to me. What happened? You were fine when I left."

He shrugs once and his eyes stay distant, so you lean in and kiss his cheek, then the other, then his forehead, then the corner of his mouth but still nothing.

You press a soft slow kiss to his lips and his eyes flutter shut for a second.

He finally breathes out a sigh at that, like you've loosened something that was wrapped too tight in his chest.

"Just..." he mumbles, pulling you in by the waist now, finally holding you, finally here with you. "Some stupid shit with the boys."

You lean your forehead against his. "Hmm…what kind of stupid?"

He shakes his head, exhaling through his nose, jaw still ticking. "Doesn't matter."

"It matters if it makes this face," you say, gently pinching his pout. "Talk to me, baby."

He sighs again, but this time it's softer and a little less bitter. For a second, he just holds you, arms snug around your waist, your fingers in his hair, the scent of fresh cookies and the ghost of something ugly lingering in the air between you.

But at least you're here now and he’s already starting to feel better.

"They were just..." He swallows, jaw clenched. "Saying shit. About you. About us."

You pull back just a little, just enough to look into his eyes, head tilting softly. "Like what?"

He doesn't answer at first, he just presses his lips together like the words taste unpleasant on his tongue.

"That you're too sweet," he says finally. "Too innocent. That I must be struggling. That I'm not getting...what I need." He can't even say the rest while looking at you so his gaze drops to your collarbone. "Sunghoon even suggested that I should cheat. That he knew some girl who wouldn't care if I had a girlfriend."

“Jay was different though, he wasn’t having any of it.”

Your breath stutters just a little, but it’s enough that he notices and enough that it makes his stomach drop.

There it is—your face crumpling, it’s not dramatic, it’s like your heart folded in on itself for a second, and you're working quickly to iron it flat again.

Jake hates himself for putting that look there.

But then—God, your smile. It comes immediately after and it’s soft and unshaken.

"That's really shitty," you say, brushing your thumb across his cheekbone. "But it doesn't matter what they think."

Jake's eyes flick up, searching yours for any signs of insincerity.

"You know that's not true," you continue. "Right?"

He nods, slowly. "Of course I do."

"Then that's all that matters," you whisper. You lean in and kiss his forehead again, warm and reassuring. "Maybe you just need to reevaluate your little bro club. Pick the ones who don't suggest cheating on your girlfriend over cookies she baked for them."

Jake exhales a breath of a laugh, tension starting to ease from his shoulders.

You smile again, a little sly this time. "Honestly, I always liked Jay more than the rest, anyway."

Jake huffs through his nose. "Yeah?"

You nod. "He defended my honor. What a man."

Jake finally smiles, real and wide and completely helpless. "I love you."

"I know, baby. I love you too." You kiss the corner of his mouth. "Now help me carry in all my bags. I got new panties." You say and push off him and that shuts him up fast, he’s already standing and following you into the bedroom like a possessed man, with eyes that gleam and hands that twitch, absolutely thrilled to see what you spent his money on.

You're already pulling out bags, giggling as you place each one on the bed like a dramatic little fashion show.

"Okay, ready?" you ask, grinning as you kneel on the mattress, surrounded by tissue paper, paper bags and receipts.

He flops down beside you, eyes wide, nodding like this is the first time you’ve done this, it’s not.

You hold up a dainty little silk top. "Cute, right?"

"That’s so hot, princess."

Followed by a miniskirt. "Too short?"

"No such thing."

He leans back on the bed, hands behind his head, watching you with an easy smile as you sift through your shopping bags, showing him more of what you got. He doesn't even bother hiding how proud he is watching you flaunt everything you bought.

You hold up a cute little white dress next. "This one was kinda expensive..."

Jake hums, eyes raking over you. "Worth every cent if you're wearing it."

You snort, but you're smiling as you slip it over your head. You smooth the fabric down and twirl once. "Do I look like someone's sugar baby?"

"You are someone's sugar baby," Jake grins, "you just cook too well for it to be obvious."

You giggle, tugging the hem down before sighing. "Okay, I'm not about to stain this with lipstick or lotion—hold on."

You casually peel the dress back off and toss it onto a nearby chair, standing fully naked in front of him without a second thought.

He lets his gaze drag slowly down your body, the same way it always does when you’re naked in his presence, so lazy but heated and familiar. Like he knows every inch of you by heart and never gets tired of seeing it.

"C'mere," he says, voice so deep, you already know what’s on his mind and you barely take a step before he's already got his hands on your waist, pulling you into his lap so he can have you straddling him, arms wrapping around his neck, and he just leans in, pressing his face into your skin, right at the curve of your neck.

"You always smell so fucking good," he tells you, lips brushing your collarbone. "And you're warm."

"I'm always warm," you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair.

He grins into your skin. "Yeah. Especially when you're on top of me like this, titties in my face and everything."

His lips trail along your collarbone, soft and slow, and his hands stay steady at your waist, thumbs pressing into the dip of your back, holding you in place

You sigh when he kisses your neck, just below your ear, and he feels the way your body softens in his lap, you're melting just for him.

He nips your jaw, then lower, moving his mouth down your throat, so warm and unhurried, open mouthed kisses skating down your chest until he reaches one of your breasts, wrapping his lips around it with a low groan like he's finally getting something he's been craving all day.

You arch into him instinctively, fingers curling in his hair as his tongue swirls around your nipple—lazy at first, then firmer and hungrier.

"Jake," you whisper, breath catching a little.

He hums against you, sucking slow and deep, one hand sliding up to cup the other side, thumb circling with the same rhythm his mouth sets.

Your hips shift without meaning to grind down unto him, and he catches that too, cock already hard beneath you.

"I’m so fucking in love with you," he mumbles into your skin, kissing across your chest to the other side.

His mouth stays wrapped tightly around your nipple, sucking on it so hard you moan a little, then he continues trailing wet kisses over your chest, his lips drag down your sternum before slipping one of his hands between your thighs. He's lazy about it at first, tracing idle circles against the inside of your thigh, like he's in no rush, or like he doesn't already feel how warm and wet you are sitting right on top of him.

You shift your hips, needing more, trying to grind down on him, but Jake just smiles against your skin. "Getting needy already, baby?" he murmurs, moving your panties to the side with two fingers, knuckles brushing deliberately light against your folds, teasing. "You're already wet," he mutters, almost to himself. His thumb grazes just barely over your clit, featherlight. "You know what that does to me?"

You whine and he grins like he's won something. But then his grin falters when you grab his wrist and hold it still.

Your voice is soft. "Jake."

He glances up at you.

"Stop teasing."

Before he can say anything back, you push firmly at his chest with both hands and he lets you. Lets himself fall back onto the mattress with a small gasp of surprise that turns into a breathless laugh.

"Shit," he laughs under his breath, one arm behind his head now, the other resting on your thigh. "You don't even let me pretend I'm in control anymore, huh?"

You raise a brow as you settle over him properly, your hands moving down his torso, nails dragging just enough to make him tense.

He bites his lip, eyes flicking between yours and your mouth, already drunk on the way you’re naked above him and so sure of what you want.

Jake's always had game. He's had his fun, knew what it meant to chase and win. But with you? With you, it's never been a game.

Your palm works him over his cock through his sweats, slow and deliberate, your thumb catching the outline of him through the fabric just right, and Jake's head tips back into the pillow with a strangled sound, breath hitching like he absolutely cannot help it.

"F–fuck," he whimpers, hips twitching up into your hand. "I love you. I'm so in love with you."

You lean down, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, voice soft and syrupy as you coo, "Yeah? You love me, Jakey?"

He nods fast, his chest rising and falling hard beneath you, completely gone for you already, and you hum sweetly like you're proud of him, almost like you're indulging a boy who's trying so hard to be good.

You tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, just enough to free his cock, and he lifts his hips obediently, still panting.

And when you finally pull him out, your eyes widen.

"Oh my god," you gasp, like you haven't seen him a hundred times before.

Jake lets out a breathless laugh, flushed and glowing with affection. "You do that every time," he grins.

You wrap your hand around him, giving one firm, languid stroke, eyes still fixed in reverence. "It shocks me every time."

Jake groans, both hands flying up to grip your hips now cause he needs to hold on to something, as if the worship in your voice is just as dangerous as your touch.

"Baby," he breathes, already dizzy, "please..."

His hands tighten on your hips. "My heart," he says, breathless but steady, "can you sit on it for me?"

Your brows lift in teasing surprise. "You asking nicely now?"

He leans up, kisses the swell of your breast before dragging his mouth to your neck. "Please," he murmurs against your skin.

You giggle, glancing down between your bodies where he's hard and leaking pre cum against your stomach. You drag your fingers over his tip and grin when he twitches. "Jakey, I don't know...it's so big. Not sure I can take it."

He lets out a full bodied groan and his hands shoot up to cover his face like your words physically broke something in him. "Fuck—don't say that."

You laugh, warm and wicked, and reach down to line him up with your pussy.

He peeks through his fingers at you, eyes dark and glassy. "You know what that does to me."

You lean in, kiss his jaw and whisper, "I do, baby." Slowly sinking yourself down on his cock, and Jake's mouth falls open around a gasp so needy it makes your stomach flip.

All his confidence and playboy charm melts into raw want for you. And you know he wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world, so when you settle fully on him with you clit nearly brushing his pubic bone, you gasp at the stretch like it's brand new, even though he's been inside you more times than you can count.

Jake watches with blown pupils, biting down on a groan as your walls flutter around him. You're breathless, clutching his shoulders, eyes glazed and already starting to tremble from how deep in your cunt he hits.

But it's still you who says it first, voice all sweet, whiny, and almost demanding. "Please fuck me, Jakey."

That’s truly all he needs and he doesn’t even hesitate, his hands lock under your thighs and he drives his cock up into you, fucking you from below with a pace so sharp it knocks the air from your lungs. The slap of skin on skin fills the room instantly, his hips pistoning up into yours like he's making up for every second he ever spent apart from you.

You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders, clinging to him as your head tips back. “Oh!—Just like that, baby!”

"You take me so well," he pants, staring up at you with so much love and adoration. "Always do. So fucking good for me."

You can't even answer cause with every snap of his hips, your body jerking helplessly every time he hits that spot inside you just right and you're jus too far gone, moaning as your thighs start to tremble,

Your moans get higher, needier, and Jake just holds you tighter, fucking you harder like he knows you're getting close. “Ah—Shit! I love this pussy—I love you.”

And the you whimper his name in that high pitched tone, he already knows what’s coming.

"Jake...Jake, please..." He groans, lifting his whole body and head to kiss you through it, breath hot and desperate against your mouth.

His hand slips between your bodies without thinking too much, fingers finding that sensitive little clit and the moment he starts rubbing tight, practiced circles into it, your whole body jolts, your hips stutter as well as your breath.

"Jake—" you cry out, the sound thin and wrecked as your orgasm nears.

"I've got you," he says, voice husky and strained as he keeps thrusting up into you. "Come on, baby. Cum for me."

Your eyes roll back, mouth falling open as your walls clamp down hard around his cock. You never had a shot, not with his cock so deep and thick inside you, not with his fingers rubbing so deliciously at your clit.

Your orgasm slams into you with a force that makes your back arch and your nails dig into his shoulders, shaking as pleasure floods your veins. “Oh my—F-Fuck! Jake! I’m cumming! I’m cumming for you!”

You're moaning his name like it's the only word you know, clenching around him so tight he practically growls.

"Fuck—you're so tight—" Jake's hands grip your hips, fingers digging in. "Gonna cum, baby—gonna fill you up—"

He snaps his hips up one, two, three more times before burying himself deep with a sharp gasp, thick ropes of cum spilling inside you as he lets out a low, trembling groan against your shoulder. “Just like that, take it baby.”

His whole body tenses, as he continues to fuck his cum deeper into your pussy, before melting beneath you and wrapping his arms around your waist cause he needs to come back to earth.

You sit there on his cock, fucked out with your body is still twitching from aftershocks, then he sits up presses a soft kiss to your collarbone and speaks, almost dazed, "I love you. You know that right?."

Your chest heaves just like his as you try to catch your breath as well, your skin is dewy and flushed, thighs still trembling slightly where they cradle his hips. Jake lies beneath you, hair stuck to his forehead and completely ruined and glowing in the aftermath.

His cock stays buried inside you, still thick but it’s starting soften and warm from his and your cum.

Jake's eyes are barely open when you start to move again, just with slow and lazy rolls of your hips, like you're testing him, like you already miss the stretch. His eyes snap up to meet yours, wide and glassy.

"Baby..." he rasps, voice rough with the tail end of his orgasm. "Again?"

You nod, bottom lip between your teeth, hands planted firmly on his chest as you grind your hips just right. He twitches inside you, not fully hard yet again, but your walls squeeze around him like you're coaxing him back to life.

"Need you hard again, baby." You whisper, a little whine slipping into your voice. "Want more."

Jake actually groans but his hands flying to your waist regardless, it’s not to stop you, it’s to anchor himself.

"You're insatiable," he mutters, head dropping back on the pillow. "You know that?"

You giggle breathlessly, grinding down again. "But you like it, don’t you?"

He laughs, weak but wrecked, already feeling himself swell inside you again. "Fuck, of course I do, you know I do."

He’s already giving in, letting you use him, letting you move how you want, letting you chase what you need. Because you always take what you want from him and Jake fucking lives for it.

His finger squeeze your waist as your hips keep rocking against him, slow but hungry and so greedy, so fucking sweet about it, whining for more when he's still soft and sensitive. It has his head spinning.

"God, you're gonna kill me," he groans, voice low and shaky.

But you just smile down at him, hips grinding insistently, eyes all sparkly with mischief and need.

That's what does it.

He sits up with a sudden growl and grabs your thighs, flipping you onto your back in one smooth quick motion that makes you squeal and giggle. Before you can protest, he's sliding your leg up, hooking it over his shoulder and settling between your thighs again, his cock already twitching back to life as it presses against your slick pussy.

"Since you don't know when to stop..." he mutters, leaning over you, forehead pressed to yours, breath hot against your lips, "guess I'll have to fuck it out of you."

You gasp, fingers digging into his arms as he ruts forward slowly, stretching you out and you're still so wet and swollen around him from your first orgasm that he slips right back in. A shaky moan tumbles from your lips as he bottoms out, and Jake watches your face melt with satisfaction.

"There she is," he breathes, cupping your jaw. "Always so ready for me."

You try to sass him, you open your mouth with something smug, but then he draws his hips back and slams back in deep, and all you can do is cry out and clutch at his arms. “Jake! Fuck!”

He grins. "Yeah? You like that, baby?"

With your leg slung over his shoulder, every thrust drives his cock in at a perfect, punishing angle, he’s so deep it punches the air from your lungs, makes your head tilt back and your fingers claw down his back.

"Yes Jake—"

He groans low at the sound of his name from your lips, fucking in harder and rougher now, one hand gripping your thigh, the other pressing down beside your head.

"Fuck, baby," he pants, voice wrecked and breathless. "You feel so good—so tight, still?"

You're barely holding on, moaning so high and needy with your eyes fluttering. "Because I want you all the time," you whisper, drunk on the stretch and the rhythm of him. "Wanna fuck all the time."

Jake curses, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. "That's fucking insane," he gasps, his hips jerking for a moment. "You're—Fuck."

You hold him tighter, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as your leg slips from his grip, both feet now planted flat so you can rock up to meet every thrust. Your mouths meet in a messy kiss, full of panting breaths and whispered "I love you"s between the moans as he fucks you into the sheets.

You gasp, "Oh baby, please don't stop," he just nods frantically, already lost in you all over again.

His thrusts slow as he feels your body start to tighten again, that telltale tremble of both your orgasms building. You're gasping his name, legs shaking on either side of his hips, hands gripping at his arms so hard he’s sure you’re gonna leave marks.

"That's it, baby," he pants, breath hot against your cheek as he presses his forehead to yours. "You gonna cum for me again? I can feel it—fuck, you're squeezing me so tight—"

Your nails dig into his shoulders and your voice breaks. "Jake—Jake—I'm—"

He doesn't let up his thrust, he continues to fuck his cock into your cunt deeper and faster. "Make you cum for me. Let me feel it."

Your back arches, mouth falling open in a soundless cry, and then it hits again and your whole body jolts as you gush your release around him, warmth flooding between your legs. Jake groans, deep and raw, watching you as it happens.

"Holy shit, baby—look at you," he breathes, eyes glued to where your bodies meet. His fingers slip down instinctively, sliding through the mess of cum and squirt and pushing two inside you with ease, curling them so deep, you jerk under him, overstimulated, crying out, but he's grinning like he's the one being worshipped.

"Yeah baby," he rasps, fucking his fingers into your cunt so fast and deep, he's coaxing out every last tremble, every aftershock. "You're so fucking perfect—fuck, I love when you do that."

You're whining, twitching beneath him, but not stopping him either and he knows you won't, especially when you don't even pause to catch your breath. You're already pushing up, hands slipping against his sweat-slick skin, eyes glassy and blown wide with lust.

"Baby—" he starts, but you're pushing him on his back again and wrapping your mouth around his cock in one desperate and hungry motion.

Jake chokes on a moan, his head falling back with a thud against the pillow. "F—fuck, baby..."

You're still shaking from your own orgasm, but your mouth sucks him so good with your lips stretched wide and your eyes fluttering shut as you take his cock deeper in your throat that tightens around him. He's still wet from you, slick and throbbing on your tongue, and the mix of it all makes your head spin.

"Jesus—shit," Jake growls, both hands fisting in your hair as he begins thrusting into your throat, fast and controlled, his hips twitching as he groans through his teeth.

"You're—fuck—you're gonna make me cum," he breathes, voice strained, eyes locked on the obscene sight of you between his legs with your cheeks hollowed, looking so fucking pretty even now.

You hum around him, fingers digging into his thighs for balance, tears prickling at your lashes as he hits the back of your throat again and again. He swears under his breath, tightening his grip in your hair, one hand cupping the back of your head as he starts to move a little rougher, chasing that high you're dragging out of him like it's yours.

"Fuck—just like that—don't stop—don't—"

"Y/n—Baby." He groans, jerking into your mouth as he cums hard, hips stuttering, holding your head down on him while he spills down your throat.

His hands fall away, and you finally pull back, swallowing his cum with a soft gasp. Your lips are swollen and your cheeks are flushed but you're smiling up at him cause to you, you've done nothing out of the ordinary.

"Holy shit," he whispers, grinning up as you flop half on top of him and on the bed.

His skin is warm, still damp from sweat, and his voice is soft and sweet when he starts talking.

"We should go to the farmer's market tomorrow," he says through breaths, turning his face toward you with a sleepy smile. "Get that jelly you like. Maybe brunch after...or just come back and stay in bed all day."

You hum in agreement, eyes half-lidded as you turn to face him. "Mhm. That sounds perfect."

He's still talking, "We could also check out that new restaurant you wanted to try—" Then he feels your leg slides over his, bare skin gliding against his thigh as you spread yourself open beside him. His voice stutters, pauses, but he doesn't think much of it until your hand finds his.

Still speaking so sweetly, like he doesn't even notice what's happening, Jake continues, "And maybe get stuff for dinner too. We could try that new reci—"

You take his hand and slowly guide it down your stomach, between your thighs...but instead of stopping on your pussy like he expects, you slide his fingers just a little further back.

He stops talking and his brows knit. "Wait..." he breathes, lifting himself onto one elbow to look down at where you're gently positioning him, not quite shy, but quiet.

"Oh?" His voice lifts a little, soft and surprised, fingers frozen in place.

"Here?" he asks, tilting his head, eyes searching your face.

You nod, biting your lip, pupils wide, cheeks heated, just the tiniest bit nervous but far more excited. Jake's heart patters at the sight.

He blinks, then lets out the softest, most reverent little, "Fuck," as his fingers twitch against your hole.

He goes still for a second before glancing down at you with a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Jake huffs a soft laugh, rubbing his fingers gently where you've placed him. "You really want that again?"

Your lips part in a quiet sigh. "Mhm. Haven't stopped thinking about it."

He grunts in his throat, already adjusting his position to hover over you, his hand still between your thighs. "God, baby...you're unbelievable."

"Please," you whisper.

Jake leans down, kissing your neck with a grin. "Okay, baby."

Jake does exactly what you ask without question, without teasing this time, without dragging it out. Just the steady glide of his fingers, slick with you, working your hole open with practiced care. He knows what you like now. Knows how to curve them just right, how much pressure to apply, when to slow down and when to ruin you.

You're shaking under him, body arching, fists gripping at the sheets. Your eyes flutter back and your mouth falls open but no real words are coming out, just breathy, broken sounds that melt into helpless little moans.

"Fuck, princess," Jake breathes, watching your face like he's obsessed. "Look at you."

You're drooling and you don't even care. Your brain's gone soft and syrupy, babbling nonsense, hiccupping between whines. "So full...s'too good, Jake— I—"

"You can," he murmurs, curling his fingers deeper. "You asked for it, baby."

You whimper hard at that, thighs squeezing around his hand.

Jake leans down, kissing your jaw, your ear, whispering all the filth you crave like praise. "My pretty girl. So greedy for me, huh? Couldn't even wait. Got your fill twice and now you want more."

"Need it," you mewl, "need you— please, please—"

"You have me," he says, voice thick devout as he strokes his own cock back to life, and pushes it in your hole just enough to have you gasping again, moaning as your body clenches hard around his cock.

His thrusts start slow, so deep into you and deliberate, loving the way you squeeze around him and trying not to lose it too fast. Every push forward is a grind of his hips and a filthy exhale against your skin.

But then he hears that sweet little whine you make and he feels your fingers dig into his back, he loses all his patience.

"That's it, baby," His voice is shaking. "Doing so good."

Then his pace starts to speed up, his hips snap harder and sharper. Each thrust makes the pressure mount, your breath hitching as your body rocks forward with every stroke. He holds you firmly, one hand pressing into the mattress, the other one at your hip—dragging you down so his cock can slide deeper and deeper into your ass.

The drag of him against your walls is so intense, even his hips are starting to jerk erratically in their movements, his body slick with sweat, every nerve in him frayed and completely on fire, but he doesn't stop. He can't. Not when you're shaking like this beneath him with tears in your eyes from how good he’s fucking you, so good that you're clawing at him.

He's already come twice and his body sore and overstimulated, but none of it matters cause he has to make you cum one time.

"C'mon, princess," he pants into your neck, his voice is bordering on a little whimper now, "need you to cum for me—give it to me, yeah?"

You nod, your fingers digging into his back. "Jake—I'm—I'm close—"

"I know," he says, sliding a hand between your bodies, thumb immediately circling your clit just the way he knows you like it as he continues to fuck your ass faster and harder, his rhythm never faltering even when his whole body twitches from the overstimulation.

"Fuck—!" you cry out, eyes squeezing shut, thighs locking around him.

Jake moans when he feels you start to clench again, the grip of your body making him curse into your skin. "That's it. Just like that. Be good for me, baby—cum for me."

Your body listens to him and you cum so hard and loud, you’re nearly sobbing through it, your whole body shaking as you gush your release around him again.

Jake groans like he's in pain and pleasure all at once, overstimulated out of his mind but still working his thumb through your orgasm, riding it out with you, whispering, "That's my girl. So good for me. So good."

He's trembling too, face buried in your neck, still inside you, still twitching, but all he cares about is the way you're still falling apart in his arms.

"You've got one more in you," Jake whispers, lips brushing your cheek. "I know you do. Be good for me, baby. Just one more, yeah?"

You're still shaking with how hard your third orgasm just rocked you, but you nod, because you know he knows exactly how to touch you that’ll have that fourth orgasm he wants dragged it out of you.

"You know," he says, lips curling into something darker, "the guys still think you're some sweet little thing who doesn't even let me touch her."

Your eyes snap open.

"They really think I'm suffering over here. Poor Jake, dating the world's most innocent girl," he chuckles in your ear, his fingers pressing harder, cock thrusting faster and faster just the way you need. "Wonder what they'd say if they saw you like this."

"Jake—" you gasp, nails raking down his back. "Don't— don't say that—"

"Why not?" he groans, barely holding on himself. "Look at you. Fucking soaked for me. Begging me to fuck your ass. Taking my cock like this—over and over."

You're gone, completely unraveling under him with your hips bucking, your back arching and a scream caught in your throat as you fall apart, wet and messy and uncontrollable.

Jake watches it all with a dark, fucked out smile, his lips on your cheek as he whispers, "Yeah...real fucking innocent, huh?" His words slam into you like a wave. You arch off the bed, fingers tangling in the sheets, mouth falling open in an enraptured cry.

"Fuck!" you sob, hips bucking involuntarily around his hand and his cock. "Oh god—Jake—"

You're shuddering and everything going white at the edges, and then you cum again, for the fourth time. You squirt around his fingers and cock again, every muscle spasming as you cry out his name again and again, lost in the release.

Jake drops his mouth right where you’re squirting so he can get some into his mouth and suck down on your clit, to guide you through each quaking wave. One of his hands trails back to finger your ass while the other one strokes his cock until he cums into the sheets.

“Yes baby—Oh shit!”

His tongue keeps tracing delicate patterns over your clit and your whole pussy that keep you teetering on the edge even as you ride out your climax before pulling back and looking down at you.

When you look up at him, he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out, then he drapes himself over you, chest slick against yours, breath heavy and shallow as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

"Baby..." he starts, boneless and spent. "You're insane."

You giggle, tracing lazy circles along the curve of his spine, still catching your own breath.

He gave you everything, held you down and pulled you apart until your body trembled under his, until he had nothing left to give. And now he's here, lips brushing your collarbone with every exhale, trying to hang on to consciousness.

"We should try double penetration." You say, running your fingers through his hair and feeling his body stiffen at your words as his head lifts slightly to look into your eyes.

"What?"

You grin. "You know. Your cock and a dildo. Just once."

Jake's eyes flutter close and open again, the look he gives you is somewhere between bewilderment and disbelief. His mouth opens like maybe he wants to say something, but doesn't even know where to start.

"Princess," he breathes, collapsing back down on top of you with a dramatic groan. "You might actually kill me one day."

You hum sweetly, threading your fingers through his damp hair. "You'd like it."

"I know I would. That's the problem." He grins against your skin. "Let me survive tonight first."

You laugh, soft and warm beneath him, already thinking about which toy you'll pick and feeling his breathing go even.

He falls asleep like that, with his arms wrapped around you, utterly spent, murmuring something about needing to train for you like it's a sport. And as you run your fingers through his hair, smiling to yourself, one thing's crystal clear.

Jake's friends have no idea just how completely undone he is by you.

➺ a/n: who wants a boyfriend like jake? MEEEEE!!!!

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riki filming his girl during sex 🫠🫠🫠 imagine his thumb rubbing her little hairs and her clit… and he would take pic of her creamed pussy 😃

#hardthoughts

ALBUM'S CONTENT: explicit mature content, established relationship, dom! 西村力 x fem! reader, recording during sex, one usage of "good girl", very faint degrading, ❀ unprotected sex (wrap it up) 𖤐 769 ... ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER: anon, let me kiss your brain because this is SO hot hello!!! thank you for sending this.. hopefully i did this justice heh

“You want to what?” You gaped at him, eyes all wide and jaw dropped open, dumbfounded with what your boyfriend just asked.

Riki coughed, scratching the back of his head. His eyes averted to the side, not having the courage to look at you. “I was wondering if I could record us having sex.”

“Not that I’m against it or anything, but what brought this on?” You asked, curiosity getting the better of you. Seeing how he was struggling to formulate his response, you reached out to place a reassuring hand above his. 

“I just wanted to try it out and the idea of recording it is hot,” he shrugged his shoulders, eliciting an amused chuckle from you at the sight of him squirming on the spot, like a child being questioned by his mother. 

“Riki, seriously, I don’t mind it,” you replied and that was enough to loosen the weight on his shoulders. 

~ 

A few weeks passed with both of you busy with your respective schedules, the conversation you had long forgotten. That was until Riki had you straddling his lap one random afternoon, pushing your laptop aside. You weren’t surprised when you ended up tangled amongst the sheets, legs loosely wrapped around his waist as he snapped his hips against yours. 

Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of your moans along with skin slapping against skin, creating a symphony of music. Your back arched off the bed, mouth dropping open in a silent ‘O’ shape at how his cock keeps hitting the same sensitive spot, enough to make stars explode within your vision. 

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he cursed, reaching over to the bedside table without slowing down, managing to grab his film camera. 

Turning the small device on, he switched to video mode and started recording without having your face taken. He slowed down his tempo, switching to moving his hips in circular motions, drawing breathless moans and mewls from you. He continued moving down until he stopped to record where you’re connected with one another, zooming in on how your clear, white liquid was sticking onto his cock with every thrust. His breath hitched with how erotic the sight was—your plump, pussy lips spread to accommodate the girth of his cock. 

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well. It’s like you’re made for me,” he breathed out, awe and amazement evident in his voice. 

Riki reached out with his free hand, his thumb appearing in the video as he made a show of pressing down on your clit that was peeking out, causing you to let out a startled gasp, making you tightened around him. Your action made him moan—the sound getting picked up by the camera. He moved this thumb, purposely rubbing it against your little hair surrounding your clit, feeling the slightly rough sensation against the pad of his thumb. 

“Ngh, R-Riki, fuck,” you whimpered, eyes rolling up to the back of your head as he quicked his pace, fucking you through your orgasm. He could see a visible white ring around the base of his cock as you creampied around his cock. 

“Look at you, creampie around my cock like the desperate girl you are. Does being recorded turn you on?” He mocks you, moving his thumb away and replacing it with his fingers, spreading your lips apart to reveal more of the mess you made. 

You whined, unable to utter a single word, not when how good his cock feels inside you, reaching places that should be deemed impossible. Riki’s grip on his camera loosens, the device slipping from his hand as he spills deep inside you, pumping you full of his cum. He cursed when he nearly dropped it, pausing the recording and placed it on the bedside table, ensuring it was placed far from the edge before turning back to you. 

His greedy eyes drink in your current state—your neck covered in hickeys and bite marks left behind by him, faint marks on your hips left behind by his nails. What caught his attention was how his cum was trickling down from your stretched-out cunt. The sight made his eyes darkened and his cock that was still inside you, hardened. 

You turned to him when you felt it. “Riki, don’t—!?”

Your voice died down in your throat, only for you to let out a pitiful whimper as your boyfriend gave an experimental thrust up, making you visibly flinched. Riki chuckled, leaning over to rest his hands on both sides of your head. 

“One more time, hm? Be a good girl and cum one more time for me, would you?” 

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