lovelyannoyingcher

[lovelyannoyingcher]

WHELP CAPERS — m.jh

in which, you start ovulating in the middle of the night—something that your puppy catches on to even before you did

GENRE — pwp (barely any plot), hybrid au

WARNINGS — dubcon, reader is ovulating, jaehyun's hybrid-like attributes consist of a tail and ears, along with a hightened sense of smell and a lot more strength than a normal person, oral (fem! rec), much!jaehyun, clit biting, clit pinching, squirting, unprotected sex (don't!), doggy, clit pinching, scenting, let me know if i missed any!

WORDCOUNT— 2.8k

NOTE — another revamp, to apologise for the lack of bnd fics from me 🙏🏻 enha ver 1 & 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a delicious smell wafted through the air, waking up jaehyun in the middle of the night. he groggily opened his eyes, his nose twitching. what the hell was that smell?

he managed to sit up, rubbing his tired eyes. he blinked carefully, still extremely sleepy. that smell… it only seemed to intensify by the minute. it was so good, but—what exactly was it?

he let his curiosity get the best of him, causing him to take a deep inhale—biggest mistake of his life. or was it?

the smell invaded his senses fully, a deep growl leaving his throat—unintentionally. his ears, that sat on top of his head, twitched. his eyes were wide open now. the smell had caused a stirring in his groin. there was no mistaking it. that smell was painfully similar to the smell that female dogs emitted when they were in heat. but—he was the only dog hybrid in this household, hell, the only hybrid in this household, so how–

he let out another groan, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, as the smell kept intensifying, affecting him more than it should have. his tail was thumping madly, his cock growing harder and harder, straining against his pants, begging to be let out. he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to find out the source of the smell, even fuck it if necessary–

he quickly got off the bed, following the smell. it wasn’t too hard to track it, given his amazing sense of smell. what did surprise him though, was the fact that the smell was coming from your room—which, in retrospect, did sadden him. did you get another hybrid while he was asleep? did you think that jaehyun wasn’t enough for you?

although, when he entered your room—which wasn’t hard, considering you always kept your door ajar, just in case your beloved puppy, aka jaehyun, ever needed something—he was pleasantly surprised to not be able to see, or sense the presence of another hybrid, dog or not. however, the smell was extremely strong inside your room, causing him to bite on his lip to stop a whimper from spilling out.

he noticed you on your stomach, your hands under your head, chest rising up and down slowly, indicating that you were fast asleep. another whiff confirmed the fact that the source of the overly delicious smell in your room was in fact, you.

but how were you emitting such a delectable smell? that was something he simply couldn’t wrap his head around. his innocent and pretty human, his almost naive owner, giving off such a provocative smell? how?

he went closer to the bed, his hands twitching from the effort of trying to hold back from jumping your sleeping form. you were driving him crazy, and neither you, nor him had any idea how.

he bent down near the bed. he had a suspicion, and was proven right. the aphrodisiac-like smell was coming from your core.

he put his hands on the bed, pushing down on them, climbing up on the bed. he knew it was wrong, this entire situation was wrong. but this was your fault, wasn’t it? all of it was your fault.

why were you wearing such skimpy shorts and a thin tank top that left barely anything to the imagination, to bed? don’t you realise that you live with a hybrid, who is, at the end of the day, a man? a man with needs? needs that he desperately wanted you to help him with?

you’re always such a fucking tease to him, always in those tiny little outfits that barely covered anything, prancing about in the apartment. such a naive thing too, never realising that the look in his eyes was lust, not curiosity. always calling him your ‘sweet little pup’, like he doesn’t jerk off to the thought of your face, begging him to fill you up and breed you like the little slut you were, every fucking night.

you never realised any of his dirty fantasies, never caught him doing anything as lewd as that. you couldn’t ever think jaehyun would harbour such disgusting thoughts about you, not even in your wildest dreams. poor you, if only you knew.

but sometimes, ignorance is bliss. especially now, when you left your door ajar, for him to come inside and do whatever he pleases. you wouldn’t mind that, right? no, you wouldn’t. if you did, you wouldn’t have left the door open. you leave it open for him anyways, so why would you mind?

maybe he was trying to justify his behaviour, he definitely was trying to justify it, but he couldn't bring himself to care right now. he leaned down, grabbed your thighs, and slowly pulled them apart. you wouldn't sleep in such a vulnerable position if you didn't want him to do something about it, would you?

he leaned closer to your core, taking a deep sniff from your shorts, immediately muffling a groan. the smell was so strong. with extreme cautiousness, he completely laid down between your legs, dragging his nose back and forth on the damp material of your skimpy shorts. fuck, you were so wet, and smelled so fucking delicious. the urge to devour you was extremely high.

so that's what he did. there was nothing stopping him, so why would he care? he pulled down the waistband of your shorts, your panties following them. he licked off the strings of arousal sticking to your panties from your core, his dick starting to hurt from how much it was straining against his boxers.

he trailed kisses up your thighs, as if apologising for what he was doing. he was horny, but not a complete monster. at least that's what he told himself, as he finally licked a long stripe up your slit. he felt you twitch against his tongue, a small muffled moan leaving you, the noise so subtle that it wouldn't have reached him if he didn't have a sharpened sense of hearing; perks of being a dog hybrid.

of course, what jaehyun was doing was bound to wake you up anyways, so he got right into it. he unhinged his jaw, as if trying to eat your entire pussy in one gulp, before he started ravishing you like he was a starving man and you were his first meal.

he licked and sucked, licked and sucked, whatever part he could reach. he was nuzzling his face inside your cunt, practically making out with it. the way he moaned into your pussy, it was as if he was getting relief from eating you out.

of course you had woken up. how could you not? the moment he started ravishing you, you had woken up with a jolt, the absolute unadulterated pleasure making your drowsy head spin. you could hear the sound of a tail thumping, causing you to widen your eyes in realisation—that was your little puppy!

you tried to crawl away from him, begging him to stop. “j-jaehyun w-wait, please– stop–” but all he did was let out a loud growl, the sound reverberating through your pussy, sending tingles of pleasure through you, as he continued to devour you. 

the pleasure was overwhelming, causing you to struggle to keep your eyes open. you couldn't get away from him, no, he was far too strong for you. all you could do was take what he was giving you. you couldn't help the unabashed moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips in a frenzy, begging him for more. it was wrong, so very wrong, but it felt so good.

you couldn't help but grind down on his face, something that he absolutely didn't mind. he bit your clit lightly, not even realising that he was humping the bed, too intent on trying to get you to cum on his tongue. he needed to taste you, absolutely had to taste you—if your slick tasted that good, he absolutely had to taste your cum.

your head felt like it was clouded in a mist—a mist of lust. all you could do was grind back on his face, high pitched whimpers of “jaehyun”, “feel s’good” and “r-right there!”s leaving you. you couldn't think at all, his mouth feeling a little too good on your needy cunt. almost as if he was made to eat you out.

he flattened his tongue on your clit, flicking it, before harshly sucking on it. he brought his hand up, pushing two fingers inside your fluttering hole, dragging them across your walls with incomparable expertise. your drawn out gasps and whines encouraged him, causing him to drag them harder, with purpose. your shuddering body caused him to moan into your cunt, the vibrations causing more slick to pour out of you, which he gladly drank up.

he pushed his fingers in deeper, curling them, to hit a spot that had you crying out his name in ecstasy. he thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, making sure to hit that spot everytime, your loud cries and whimpers, paired with the squelching sounds from your pussy, being the only sounds in the room.

he switched his fingers with his mouth, pushing his tongue inside, shoving it as far as it would go, his face practically becoming one with your pussy. his thumb rubbed circled onto your clit at a fast pace, trying to coax your orgasm out of you. you grinded back on his face, your walls clamping around the thick muscle of his tongue.

the band in your stomach continued to tighten, threatening to snap at any moment. you choked out a moan, trying to form a coherent sentence. “j-jaehyun, i’m s-so close–” you let out a loud gasp, your eyes rolling back, as he pinched your clit harshly, the band in your stomach finally snapping. your mouth was open in a silent scream, your ears ringing, as your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami. your entire body was shaking, legs feeling like jelly, as it finally stopped, your chest heaving up and down, panting.

you had never squirted before. but you did today, all because of your puppy’s mouth. as the post-orgasm clarity hit you, you realised you were ovulating—which would make perfect sense, if you looked at the date carefully. your eyes widened, as you remembered that dogs and dog hybrids alike have a stronger sense of smell. it was possible that jaehyun had smelled you, which caused him to act the way he did.

but you had no time to ponder, as you heard the sound of shuffling behind you. before you could say anything, you were suddenly lifted up, so that your back hit jaehyun’s chest, which was—bare, for some reason. your eyes widened as he tugged on your tank top, before impatiently tearing it off.

you let out a loud gasp, but didn’t have anytime to react otherwise, feeling his cock poking at your wet entrance. your eyes widened, as you tried to stop him. you tried to push his hands away—a useless move on your part. he was strong, much stronger than humans.

you had no other option but to let it happen.

jaehyun let out a loud groan, as he rubbed his angry red tip on your dripping folds, collecting your wetness. he whispered in your ear. “you don’t actually want me to stop, do you? if you did, you wouldn’t have worn these sorry excuses of clothes to bed, would you? you wanted this, wanted me to come and take you in the middle of the night, didn’t you?”

you couldn’t speak, the overstimulation from your previous orgasm sending your brain into overdrive, his words barely registering. each time his cock rubbed across your folds a mixture of pain and pleasure shot up your spine, your cloudy brain starting to register only the pleasure. it hurt, but it hurt so good.

he tapped his mushroom tip on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine, causing you to flinch. he spoke in a mocking tone, making it clear that he was taunting you. “fuck princess, don’t jump like that. almost made me think you didn’t want this.”

he didn't let you answer,—not that you could, given how overstimulated you were—pushing his mushroom tip in. the tip itself stretched you out, your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth, as you let choked back a whimper. you unconsciously rocked your hips back, trying to get him to fuck you properly.

he let out an amused chuckle, slowly pushing himself inside. your eyes rolled back, his cock hitting every single spot, dragging across your walls deliciously. the slow pace of him pushing inside you had your back arching, ripping out a broken mewl. he felt so, so good inside you. 

even if everything about it was wrong, it just felt so fucking right.

he filled you up to the brim, and then some more. he just kept going and going and going. finally, he stopped, fully sheathed in your, the veins on his cock pulsing inside you at a rapid pace. you clenched around him, trying to make him move. you needed it, desperately needed it.

the abundant slick you were producing had made the glide way too fucking easy, your pussy clamped around him like a vice. you were a temptation that he could never even think of resisting, let alone attempt to.

his grip on your hips was tight, tight enough to leave bruises, as he pulled himself almost completely out, before slamming right back in—somehow managing to fit another non-existent inch inside of you. you had to stifle your cries, as he set a ruthless pace, one that left you dizzy—not just because of how well he was hitting all the right spots, but also because of the force with which he was hitting them.

but biting down on your fist could only take you so far, before he shoved your hand away from your mouth. without stopping his brutal pace, he leaned closer to your ear, whispering in it. “c’mon baby, don’t muffle your pretty noises. let me hear you sing, yea? need to hear how good i make you feel.”

his words somehow managed to bring out a fresh wave of slickness out of you, dripping down his length, past his balls. it was maddening, the loud sounds of squelching between your bodies, jaehyun’s grunting, and your moans. all of it combined into a white noise in your ears, leaving your brain hazy. you could barely think, let alone form a coherent sentence. the slightly unaffected part of your brain screamed ‘slow down!’, while the other half screamed at him to go faster. whether you said either of those out loud, you wouldn’t know, since he was too busy trying to hit your g-spot.

he lifted your hips upwards slightly, pushing down on your back to make you arch better. the new angle had you letting out shuddering noises of pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, making you see stars. yep, he had definitely found the spot.

he pounded into you at a faster, more desperate pace, muttering furiously in your ear, trying to force an orgasm out of you again—not that he needed to do much convincing.

“c’mon baby, squeeze my cock harder, show me that you like this.”

“yea princess, you like that? like when i bully my cock harder into your sensitive little cunt?”

“fucking hell angel, pussy feels so good—gonna cum on my cock, yea? s’fucking close, aren’t you?”

he pinched your clit harshly, before rubbing circles around it at a maddening pace, occasionally flicking it. that was your last straw. your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth open in a silent scream, as your cunt squeezed around his length harshly, spasming as you coated it in your release. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, a white ring forming at the base of his cock.

his own followed not too long after, your pussy milking him for all he was worth, as he spurted load after load of hot cum inside you, veins on its sides pulsing wildly. he pulled his softening length out, despite it giving a last weak twitch inside you.

he flipped you over, carefully laying your exhausted body down, collapsing next to you. as if a switch had flipped inside him, he returned to his normal puppy boy nature, snuggling up to you, his nose dragging across your neck, scenting you—despite his scent having fully engulfed you after the rough dicking down he gave you.

your mind swam in and out of consciousness, exhausted from your previous activities, feeling him occasionally lick your neck. you could discuss what had just transpired this night later on, the next morning perhaps—but right now, all you needed was some good sleep.

[lovelyannoyingcher]

I loved this 🤧❤️

nice guy —

pairing : best friend!jaehyun x gn!reader

summary : when you tell jaehyun you like someone, of course he wants to help as your best friend. the thing is… he likes you too.

warnings : angst !! some fluff.

a/n : this makes me realize i write for jaehyun a lot

[19.99 masterlist]

— wc : 4.5k — not proof read —

jaehyun has always been there.

he’s the friend who waits for you when you’re running late, even when he could’ve left ten minutes ago. the one who texts, let me know when you get home, when you’re out late, even though you never do. he still asks every time.

he knows your coffee order by heart. picks up your favorite snack without you having to say a word. when you’re cold, he drapes his jacket over your shoulders like it’s second nature.

and maybe, in a way, it is.

jaehyun has always been there, and you’ve never really questioned why. you don’t think about how he always seems to notice when you’re tired, how he never complains when you drag him along on errands or beg him to help you with schoolwork last minute. you don’t wonder why he never says no.

you just assume that it’s just how jaehyun is.

so when he’s listening to you ramble about lee sohee, it doesn’t cross your mind that maybe he doesn’t want to hear it.

“sohee looked so good today,” you sigh, flopping onto his bed. jaehyun is sitting at his desk, flipping through a textbook, but you know he isn’t really reading it. he always says he can study with you around, but that’s a lie, isn’t it? “like, unfairly good.”

jaehyun hums, but it’s noncommittal, like he’s waiting for you to continue. so you do.

“i think we had a moment, too. we locked eyes across the room, and he smiled at me. well, he was probably just smiling in general, but it felt like it was at me, you know?”

jaehyun flips a page, gaze still on the book in front of him. “maybe,” he says.

“ugh, you don’t get it.” you groan, rolling onto your stomach. “he’s just so. i don’t know. he’s so cool, but not in an unapproachable way? like, confident. effortless. he makes my heart race, and i feel like such an idiot around him.”

jaehyun’s hands tighten around the textbook. it’s subtle. so subtle you don’t notice.

“you’re not an idiot,” he says.

“you have to say that. you’re my best friend.” you nudge his knee with yours, grinning. “but anyway, what do i do? how do i make a move without making it obvious that i’m, like, completely into him?”

jaehyun finally looks up, meeting your gaze. for a second, you think you see something in his eyes. something quiet, something hesitant.

but then he smiles, and it’s gone.

“just be yourself,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

you groan again, dramatic. “you’re so unhelpful.”

jaehyun laughs. it’s quiet, almost fond. “sorry.”

you huff, rolling onto your back again. “ugh, whatever. i just hope he notices me.”

jaehyun doesn’t say anything to that. doesn’t say, i notice you. doesn’t say, i’ve been noticing you.

he just turns the page of his textbook, gaze flickering back down, and pretends like this conversation doesn’t hurt.

—

the next day, you’re standing outside the lecture hall, waiting for class to start, when you spot sohee across the courtyard.

you freeze for a second, suddenly hyperaware of how you look. is your hair okay? do you seem too eager? too casual?

sohee is talking to some friends, laughing at something one of them said. and then, as if he can feel you staring, he looks over.

and he smiles.

it’s not anything dramatic. just a quick, easy curve of his lips, but it makes your heart stutter anyway.

you don’t even realize you’re grinning back until he gives you a small nod before turning back to his conversation.

you exhale sharply. okay. that was something, right?

you’re about to text jaehyun about it when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“you look weird,” jaehyun says, amused. “what’s up?”

you roll your eyes but don’t deny it. “sohee just smiled at me.”

jaehyun doesn’t react right away, but then he tilts his head, pretending to be impressed. “wow. smiling? revolutionary.”

“shut up,” you grumble, but you’re still smiling. “it felt like a moment.”

“hmm.” jaehyun crosses his arms, leaning against the wall beside you. “or maybe he was just being polite.”

you swat his arm. “why do you hate love?”

jaehyun snorts. “i don’t. i’m just saying, you might be overthinking it.”

“or maybe you just don’t understand romance.” you nudge him with your elbow. “when’s the last time you even liked someone?”

jaehyun looks away for a second, like he’s thinking.

but you don’t notice the way his fingers twitch, the way he inhales slightly like he’s about to say something before stopping himself.

“dunno,” he finally says, shrugging.

“see? you have no right to judge me.” you cross your arms, triumphant. “i’m gonna make him fall for me.”

jaehyun smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah?”

“yeah.” you nod firmly.

and jaehyun doesn’t say anything else.

the thing about jaehyun is that he always notices the small things.

like how you get nervous whenever sohee is around, fidgeting with your sleeves or fixing your hair. how your mood instantly lifts when sohee acknowledges you, even in the smallest ways.

how you never seem to notice when he’s the one looking at you.

he wonders, sometimes, if you’d ever realize. if it would ever occur to you to ask why he’s always there, why he always drops whatever he’s doing just to be around you.

probably not.

jaehyun exhales, tilting his head back against the couch.

he should stop hoping.

a few days later, you’re in jaehyun’s room again, scrolling through your phone while he’s half-heartedly working on an assignment.

“sohee’s been liking my posts more,” you say casually, but there’s an unmistakable excitement in your voice.

jaehyun glances at you. “and?”

“and maybe that means something.”

“or maybe he’s just tapping buttons.”

you throw a pillow at him. “why are you like this?”

jaehyun laughs, catching it. “fine. maybe he’s secretly in love with you and just waiting for the right moment to confess.”

“exactly.” you grin.

but for some reason, the thought stings a little less when you’re sitting next to him like this, feet nudging against his under the blanket, like you always do.

you don’t realize when it happens, but jaehyun starts answering your texts a little slower.

he doesn’t show up outside your class as often. doesn’t immediately agree when you ask him to hang out.

and you don’t think much of it. until one day, when you’re excitedly telling him about a conversation you had with sohee, and he just nods, looking distracted.

you frown. “are you even listening?”

jaehyun blinks, then shakes his head slightly. “yeah. sorry. you were saying…?”

“never mind.” you hesitate. “is something wrong?”

jaehyun smiles, but it’s not the usual one. the bright, easy grin you’re used to. this one feels… tired.

“nah. just thinking.”

you stare at him for a second, but he doesn’t elaborate.

and you don’t push.

that night, jaehyun lies in bed, staring at the ceiling.

he knows he can’t keep doing this.

and for the first time, he wonders if maybe… it’s time to step back.

—

jaehyun picks up on the first ring.

“hey,” he says, voice thick with sleep.

you wince, glancing at the time, 2:14 a.m. “were you asleep?”

there’s a rustling sound, like he’s shifting in bed. “nah,” he lies. “what’s up?”

you hesitate. you know he was sleeping, know you should probably just deal with this on your own, but—

“i need your help,” you admit, dropping your head onto your desk. “my essay’s due tomorrow, and i haven’t even started, and i have no idea what i’m doing.”

jaehyun sighs, but it’s not annoyed. more like resigned. “you’re unbelievable,” he mutters, and you can picture him shaking his head, running a hand through his hair.

“please,” you say, dragging out the word. “you’re, like, the only person who can get me through this.”

there’s a pause. then a quiet chuckle. “yeah, yeah. send me the prompt.”

relief floods through you as you hurriedly copy-paste the assignment details into a text.

“you’re the best,” you say, meaning it.

jaehyun just hums.

then twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at your door.

you didn’t even ask him to come over.

you open it to find jaehyun standing there in sweatpants and a hoodie, hair slightly tousled, a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. he looks exhausted.

you grin, stepping aside to let him in. “you didn’t have to come in person, you know.”

he shrugs, dropping his bag onto your desk. “figured you’d work faster if i was here.”

he doesn’t say, figured you’d need me here. but he doesn’t have to.

you don’t even think about how he must’ve been exhausted, how he could’ve said no. you just shove your laptop at him, launching into a dramatic retelling of your struggles.

jaehyun listens, nodding, clicking through your half-finished document. then he sighs, flipping the laptop back toward you.

“okay. first, your thesis makes no sense.”

“wow,” you say dryly. “thanks.”

jaehyun smirks. “just being honest.”

you roll your eyes but don’t argue. instead, you scoot your chair closer to his, shoulders nearly brushing.

jaehyun stiffens for half a second before forcing himself to relax.

this is normal. this is fine.

so why does it feel different?

an hour in, your head is buried in your arms.

“i’m gonna die,” you groan. “just let me fail. i’ll live in a cave or something.”

jaehyun nudges your foot with his. “you’re not gonna fail. you just like being dramatic.”

you lift your head just enough to glare at him. “easy for you to say, mr. ‘i wrote my essay a week in advance.’”

jaehyun snorts. “hey, that just means i’m smarter than you.”

you shove his arm, and he laughs, soft and warm.

for a second, everything feels normal again.

but then your phone buzzes.

your fingers twitch automatically toward it. jaehyun watches the way your expression shifts. the way you bite back a smile just from seeing sohee’s name.

jaehyun looks away.

sohee had been texting you all week.

harmless things. questions about class, jokes, the occasional saw this and thought of you message with a blurry meme attached.

but you overanalyze everything. you stare at the screen too long, rereading his words, wondering if there’s something more there.

“do you think he likes me?” you’d asked jaehyun once, excitement bubbling in your voice.

you hadn’t noticed the way his smile faltered.

hadn’t noticed the way he’d shrugged a little too stiffly before saying, “dunno. maybe.”

hadn’t noticed the way his hands curled into fists under the table.

now, he watches you type back, fingers moving fast, a grin tugging at your lips.

you’re supposed to be writing, but you’re texting sohee instead.

jaehyun knows he shouldn’t care. knows he shouldn’t feel this way.

but it’s late, and he’s tired, and suddenly, it’s all hitting him at once.

two hours in, your head slumps onto his shoulder.

“wake me up when it’s done,” you mumble.

jaehyun snorts. “not how this works.”

you groan dramatically, but you don’t move away.

jaehyun stays completely still.

he tells himself he’s just letting you rest. that it doesn’t mean anything.

but the truth is, he’s scared that if he moves, you’ll realize how fast his heart is beating.

another hour passes, and somehow, miraculously, he finished the essay for you.

you let out a victorious cheer, stretching your arms above your head.

“finally,” you breathe. “i literally would’ve died without you.”

jaehyun smiles, but it’s small. tired.

you turn to him, beaming. “you’re such a good person, jaehyun. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

jaehyun laughs, but it feels hollow.

he already knows how this story goes.

he doesn’t wait for you to ask him to stay.

“you should get some sleep,” he says, standing up, stretching before patting your head.

you blink. “wait, you’re leaving?”

jaehyun grabs his bag. “yeah. you don’t need me anymore, right?”

it’s meant to be a joke, but something about it makes you pause.

you don’t ask him to stay again.

and he doesn’t offer.

when your phone buzzes later that night, you reach for it instantly, half-expecting jaehyun’s name.

but it’s sohee.

can’t sleep. you up?

you hesitate before replying, but then your screen flashes with another notification.

this time, it is jaehyun.

but it’s just a simple: good night.

no teasing. no extra words.

just that.

when you wake up, his message is still unread.

later, when you text him thank you again!! i owe you sm with a dozen heart emojis, he lets his phone sit on his nightstand.

he’ll reply in the morning.

or maybe he won’t.

—

sohee asks you out on a wednesday.

it’s after class, the late afternoon sun turning everything gold, and you’re still half-distracted, stuffing your notebook into your bag, when he says your name.

you look up, blinking. “huh?”

he shifts his weight, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i was just thinking,” he says, casual, like this isn’t about to change everything. “we should go out sometime.”

you freeze.

for a second, you think you misheard.

but then sohee smiles, and it’s that smile. the easy, charming one that made you notice him in the first place.

your heart stutters.

he’s asking me out.

you’ve been waiting for this. analyzing every interaction, every text, looking for something, anything, to tell you that sohee sees you the way you see him.

and now, here it is.

your fingers tighten around the strap of your bag. “you mean, like—”

sohee laughs, light and teasing. “yeah. like a date.”

you should be over the moon. you should be throwing your arms around him, texting your friends in all caps, feeling the rush of everything finally falling into place.

instead, your brain does something stupid.

your first thought isn’t yes, or finally, or holy shit, this is happening.

it’s i have to tell jaehyun.

and then, just as quickly, your mind says wait.

you haven’t spoken to jaehyun in two days.

it’s not like he’s avoiding you. he’s still in class, still in group chats, still there. but it’s different.

he doesn’t text first anymore. doesn’t immediately reply when you do.

he’s fine.

laughing with his friends, slinging an arm around woonhak’s shoulders, joking with taesan like nothing happened.

like you never stayed up until 3 a.m. working on your essay.

like he never sat next to you, close enough to feel the warmth of your shoulder against his.

like he never used to be the first person you told everything.

now, you’re standing here, sohee looking at you expectantly, and all you can think is:

why isn’t jaehyun here to see this?

sohee tilts his head. “so?”

you blink. “huh?”

he chuckles. “do you wanna go out?”

do you?

the answer should be obvious.

you swallow, forcing the hesitation out of your voice. “yeah,” you say. “yeah, i’d like that.���

sohee grins.

“great,” he says, as if it was never even a question.

you text jaehyun that night.

nothing big. just a simple hey.

he doesn’t reply.

you stare at your screen, watching the message sit there, unread.

it’s fine. he’s probably busy.

you set your phone down.

pick it back up.

open your messages again.

still nothing.

okay, you tell yourself, rolling onto your back. it’s not a big deal.

but something feels wrong.

normally, you wouldn’t have to wait. jaehyun would’ve already sent back a sarcastic what do you want or a teasing wow, you miss me?

but now, silence.

you don’t realize how much you’ve come to expect his presence until it’s gone.

like muscle memory. like reaching for something that isn’t there.

you unlock your phone without thinking, scrolling through your notifications.

sohee texted, something about movie times, making plans, being excited to see you.

your lips curl into a smile, but your fingers hesitate before replying.

you check your messages again.

still no jaehyun.

—

you see him the next morning, laughing with taesan outside the lecture hall.

you hesitate.

it’s not like you need to talk to him. but something inside you itches, an uncomfortable weight pressing against your ribs.

before you can stop yourself, you walk over.

“hey,” you say, stopping a few steps away.

jaehyun glances at you. “oh. hey.”

his voice is easy, neutral.

too neutral.

taesan nods at you before turning back to jaehyun. “dude, i swear, if you actually pull that off, i’ll—”

“you’ll what?” jaehyun shoots back, raising a brow.

taesan huffs, shoving his shoulder. jaehyun just grins.

you stand there, watching them go back and forth, waiting for something.

for him to turn to you. for him to say something, anything, that feels like him.

but he doesn’t.

you clear your throat. “so…”

jaehyun finally looks at you.

you shift your weight. “did you see my text?”

he blinks.

then, casually, “oh. yeah. sorry, i forgot to reply.”

he forgot.

jaehyun, who never forgets anything.

something tightens in your chest. this gut feeling that won't leave.

you force out a chuckle. “wow, can’t believe you’re ignoring me now.”

“not ignoring you,” he says easily, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “just busy.”

he says it like it’s nothing. like it’s normal.

maybe it is. maybe you were the only one who ever thought it was something else.

when you leave, you expect a text from him.

nothing big. just a 'btw, i was kidding' or a 'you good?'

but it never comes.

—

the date with sohee should be the only thing on your mind.

but that night, as you lie in bed, scrolling through your messages, the only conversation you keep rereading is the one that isn’t there.

“hey,” sohee says, nudging your knee under the table. “you okay?”

you blink, snapping back to the present.

you’re at a café, your coffee untouched, sohee sitting across from you with that effortless confidence, like he belongs wherever he is.

you should be paying attention to him.

you should be happy.

“yeah,” you say, forcing a smile. “just tired.”

sohee grins. “want me to bore you to sleep?”

you laugh, but it’s not as easy as it should be. your hand twitches toward your phone.

you resist the urge to check. you wonder if jaehyun is waiting for you to text first.

if this is some weird game where neither of you want to be the one to cave.

you stare at the empty space where his name should be.

you think about how easy it would be to just message him.

to just say, 'hey. i miss you.'

but you don’t.

instead, you smile at sohee and try to pretend everything is fine.

— a few days pass.

sohee cancels on you last minute.

it’s not a big deal.

really.

it’s just one date. just one night.

but you still sit there, phone screen glowing in the dim light of your room, rereading his message over and over.

sohee [7:12 PM]: hey, something came up. might not be able to make it.

you exhale slowly, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

you [7:14 PM]: oh okay. no worries!

it’s fine. it’s fine.

but your stomach is tight, fingers gripping your phone just a little too hard.

it’s stupid to feel this way. plans change. people get busy.

but you can’t shake it. the feeling of being second.

an afterthought.

without thinking, you tap out of the chat, scrolling down your contacts until your thumb stops on a familiar name.

you hesitate.

then, before you can talk yourself out of it, you press call.

the phone rings.

once.

twice.

three times.

your stomach twists.

jaehyun always picks up on the first ring.

always.

except now, he doesn’t.

you don’t know why you expected him to.

he’s been distant for weeks now, ever since…

your throat tightens.

you don’t want to think about it.

but for the first time, you wonder, when was the last time he called first?

when was the last time he was the one waiting on you?

you shove the thought away, locking your phone.

it doesn’t mean anything.

you see jaehyun the next day, and he looks tired.

not just the kind of tired that comes from too many late nights.

a different kind. something deeper.

you hesitate before stepping forward. “hey.”

he looks up, gaze flicking over you, unreadable. “hey.”

you shift your weight.

“can we talk?”

he exhales through his nose, rubbing his eyes. “do we need to?”

the words hit you harder than they should.

your fingers curl at your sides. “yeah,” you say. “i think we do.”

jaehyun watches you for a second. then, finally, he nods.

you end up outside, the evening air cool against your skin.

jaehyun leans against the railing, arms crossed, waiting.

you don’t know how to start.

you don’t even know what you want to say.

so you settle for, “sohee canceled on me last night.”

jaehyun doesn’t react.

he just hums, like he’s waiting for you to get to the point.

you hesitate. “i called you.”

this time, something flickers in his expression.

“yeah,” he says, voice flat. “i saw.”

your stomach twists. “why didn’t you pick up?”

jaehyun exhales, pushing a hand through his hair.

then, quietly—

“you only come to me when you’re upset.”

you blink. “what?”

he shakes his head, looking away. “i can’t keep being the one you run to when someone else lets you down.”

you open your mouth, then close it.

your heart pounds. “jaehyun, it’s not—”

“it is,” he says, voice sharp. “every single time. i’m the one you call when you’re sad. when you’re stressed. when you’re alone. but when you’re happy—”

he laughs, but it’s hollow.

“when you’re happy, i don’t even cross your mind.”

your throat feels tight. “that’s not true.”

“isn’t it?”

he tilts his head, looking at you like he’s trying to figure something out.

like he’s trying to figure you out.

and the worst part is that you don’t have an answer.

you never thought about it. never realized how much you relied on him.

how much you expected him to always be there.

you swallow hard. “i don’t want to lose you.”

your voice is quiet, but it feels like shouting.

jaehyun’s gaze softens, just for a second.

but then, just as quickly, he shakes his head.

“then stop looking for me only when you need something.”

and for the first time, he walks away first.

—

everything feels off.

it’s not something you notice all at once. it creeps in slowly, like the way the air feels heavier before a storm.

it’s in the empty space next to you when you walk home. the silence in your messages where his name used to be.

it’s in the way you find yourself reaching for your phone, expecting a notification that never comes.

jaehyun is gone.

not literally. he’s still there, somewhere, existing in the same world as you. you still see him in passing, laughing with his friends, leaning against doorways, shoving his hands into his pockets like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

he looks… fine.

and that stings more than you want to admit.

because if he’s fine, then why aren’t you?

you tell yourself it’s just habit.

you got used to him. that’s all.

but habits don’t make your chest ache when you see him talking to someone else.

habits don’t make you stay up at night, staring at the ceiling, replaying every conversation, every look, every moment that should have told you something you refused to see.

habits don’t make you feel like something is missing.

like someone is missing.

and then it hits you, all at once.

you miss him.

not because you need something. not because you’re sad, or upset, or lonely.

you just miss him.

you miss his stupid jokes. the way he always knew what you were thinking before you said it. the warmth of his presence, steady and solid like he was always meant to be there.

and a thought comes to mind, you never even thought about sohee.

not once.

it takes you too long to do something about it.

but eventually, you do.

and it’s not hard to find jaehyun.

he’s outside, leaning against the side of the building, scrolling through his phone like he’s waiting for something. or maybe someone.

you swallow hard, nerves crawling up your spine.

you almost turn around.

almost.

but then he looks up, and his eyes land on you.

he freezes.

for a second, neither of you move.

then, slowly, he straightens.

“…hey.”

it’s not cold, but it’s not warm either.

you hate that.

you take a breath. “hey.”

jaehyun tilts his head, watching you carefully.

waiting.

you nervously lick your lips, shifting your weight.

you should say something.

apologize. explain. tell him you were stupid, that you get it now, that you know it’s too late but you see him now, the way you should have before.

but none of that feels right.

so you just say—

“i miss you.”

jaehyun doesn’t react right away.

you force yourself to keep going.

“that’s all.”

you exhale, stepping back. “i just thought you should know.”

then you turn, forcing your feet to move, your heart pounding so loud it drowns out everything else.

one step.

two.

three—

a hand wraps around your wrist.

stopping you.

your breath catches.

slowly, you turn.

jaehyun is staring at you.

his grip isn’t tight, but it’s firm enough that you feel it.

your throat goes dry.

“that’s all?” he asks, voice quiet.

you hesitate. “what?”

he exhales, shaking his head, something unreadable in his eyes.

“you miss me, and that’s all?”

your stomach twists.

he’s waiting for something.

something more.

you don’t know if you deserve to give it to him.

but you do anyway.

you take a shaky breath.

“no.”

jaehyun’s fingers loosen, but he doesn’t let go.

you swallow, looking down.

“it’s not just that i miss you,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “it’s that everything feels wrong without you.”

jaehyun doesn’t speak, so you keep going.

“i was an idiot,” you say, words spilling out now, too fast, too real. “you were always there, and i never saw it. but i see it now.”

jaehyun exhales, shaking his head.

“took you long enough.”

your lips twitch. “yeah.”

a beat of silence.

“can i make it up to you?”

jaehyun narrows his eyes.

“depends.”

you blink. “on what?”

he sighs, pretending to be annoyed, but the corner of his mouth twitches.

“you owe me so much boba.”

you snort, shaking your head. “deal.”

you bump shoulders with him, just lightly, testing.

jaehyun doesn’t pull away.

and this time, when you start walking, he stays right beside you. where he always belonged.

—

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Bf!Anton...

You don’t know when the realization hits harder—when he walks out of the bathroom shirtless, towel slung low on his hips, water dripping from his hair, or when he’s curled up on the couch in his hoodie, rubbing his eyes and mumbling half-asleep sentences like a literal baby.

Anton Lee.

Your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Hot. Fine. Ridiculously cute. Somehow both a menace and a comfort in one perfectly built body.

And you? You just stare at him from across the room, cheeks warm, blinking like you're still trying to process the fact that this is real life. That he wants you. That he loves you.

He notices the staring, of course. He always does. And like the little smug punk he is, he smirks.

“What?” he asks, voice low and teasing as he approaches, still drying his hair with the towel. “You good, babe?”

You blink again, eyes flicking from his toned torso to his annoyingly perfect face. “I just don’t get it.”

Anton raises a brow, settling on the edge of the bed. “Don’t get what?”

“How I pulled you,” you say bluntly. “Like… look at you.”

He chuckles, cocky but affectionate, leaning forward to rest his hand on your thigh. “You’re really gonna act like you’re not hot? I should be the one asking that.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart’s doing little backflips in your chest. “No, but seriously. You’re like—model-tier fine. And then you smile?It’s insane. Sometimes I look at you and wonder if you fell out of a webtoon or something.”

Anton grins wide now, dimples deepening, the kind of smile that makes your knees weak even when you're sitting down.

“Babe,” he says softly, dragging his fingers along your jaw until he’s cupping your cheek. “You pulled me ‘cause you’re you. Smart, funny, sexy as hell, and a little weird—which I love. And honestly…” He leans in, brushing his lips against your ear. “The way you look at me like I hung the stars? It makes me wanna ruin you every night.”

Your breath catches.

He pulls back just a little, eyes dark and playful. “Still confused about how you pulled me?”

“...A little less now.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your lips—slow and lazy like he’s got nowhere else to be but here, melting into you. “'Cause I’m yours. No confusion.”

You’re still blushing, still kind of reeling from his words when he suddenly shifts, crawling up the bed toward you with that look in his eyes.

That look that says I’m yours, but you’re mine too.

“I don’t think you really get it yet,” Anton murmurs, voice a little deeper now, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he cages you against the pillows. “You sit there looking at me like I’m some dream—but have you seen yourself?”

His hand slides up under your shirt, slow, tracing the curve of your waist like it’s his favorite thing to touch (because it is).

“Do you know what it does to me when you smile?” His thumb grazes your skin lazily. “Or when you wear my hoodie and nothing else?”

You suck in a breath, eyes locked on his as he hovers just above you. He’s close—too close—but you don’t want space. Not from him.

“I think about you all the time,” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your neck, every inch he can reach. “When I’m at practice, when I’m on stage, even when I’m tired as hell—I’m still thinking about how fast I can get back to you.”

Your fingers tighten in his shirt.

He leans in more, lips barely touching yours, but not kissing you yet.

“And you still wanna sit there acting like you don’t deserve me?” he breathes, brows raised, a teasing smile on his lips.

You swallow hard. “Maybe I just like hearing you say it.”

Anton chuckles—a low, dangerous sound that makes your stomach flip.

“Oh, baby,” he smirks, finally kissing you. Deep, slow, possessive. “Then you better listen close…”

He kisses you again, firmer this time.

“...You’re the only one I want.”

Another kiss.

“You’re the one I dream about.”

His hand slips lower, making you gasp softly.

“And you pulled me because no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

He finally settles beside you, pulling you into his chest like he can’t stand not being close, lips still brushing yours between words.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers, “I don’t ever wanna hear you question it again. You’re it for me.”

And just like that, the room is warm with his presence, your heartbeat syncing to his, and all you can do is hold on tighter—because how did you get so lucky?

Spoiler: He’s thinking the same thing.

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SUNGHO

sungho does not deserve this. one second, he’s lying peacefully on your bed, head in your lap as you mess with his hair, and the next, he’s being shoved into your closet because your friends have suddenly decided to show up unannounced.

“you owe me,” he grits out as his lovely girlfriend pushes him inside and shuts the door with no mercy.

an hour. he’s stuck in there for a whole hour, broad shoulders cramped uncomfortably in the small space, forced to listen to your friends chatter away while he suffers in silence.

by the time they finally leave, he stumbles out, looking thoroughly pissed. arms crossed over his chest, lips pulled into a small pout.

“i almost died in there,” he huffs dramatically.

you do feel bad, but also… his grumpy state is adorable. reaching out, you try to touch his arm, hoping he’ll melt at your touch, but he remains as stiff as a cardboard cutout.

you say his name sweetly. “you know i didn’t have any other choice,” you explain, but sungho only frowns harder, looking everywhere except at you.

you sigh, but you know exactly how to break through his shell. standing on your tiptoes, you press a sweet kiss to his cheek. he tries to keep up the sulking act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch.

so you keep going, cupping his face and trailing soft kisses along his cheek, forehead, nose—until he’s smiling from ear to ear, his hands settling on your hips as he soaks in the affection.

“are you still mad at me?” you ask, lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

“yes.”

sungho isn’t mad at all, but after being trapped in that closet for way too long, he’s milking this for all it’s worth.

“but i made it up to you,” you pout.

he flops onto your bed, looking up at you with a lazy smile. “not enough.”

you smile back, leaning closer. “what do i have to do then?”

without warning, he grabs your wrist and flips you onto the bed beside him. “stay right here,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your neck, voice muffled. “and maybe let me sleep over.”

“that’s just gonna get us in more trouble,” you snort.

but you both know you’ll let him stay anyway.

RIWOO

you’re having a movie night at leehan’s place. you love them the most—cozy blankets, dim lights, and, best of all, an excuse to cuddle with riwoo while everyone else is too engrossed in the movie to notice.

you’re in the kitchen, waiting for the microwave to finish, the smell of buttery popcorn filling the air.

you sense a presence behind you and smile, already knowing who it is. but before you can turn, riwoo places his hands on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.

“you’re taking forever,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.

“you’re just too impatient,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully.

before you can react, riwoo spins you around and steals a quick kiss—soft, teasing, gone too soon. but then, he kisses you again, this time lingering.

your fingers curl into his hoodie, the scent of popcorn and his cologne making your head spin. the thrill of getting caught at any moment, if one of your friends decided to walk in, only makes you want to kiss him more.

the microwave beeps, startling you both apart. your breath is unsteady as you glance toward the living room, making sure no one is coming.

riwoo, completely unbothered, just smirks. “sit next to me,” he says, pecking your lips once more.

“what?” you blink at him, dazed.

“not taesan. me.”

he leaves first, acting like nothing happened, though the tips of his ears are red. you take a second to compose yourself before following, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and settling into the empty spot beside riwoo.

you pretend nothing happened in the kitchen, but the way he immediately leans into you, his warmth engulfing you, says otherwise.

JAEHYUN

you make your way toward the fitting room to try on a cute top you found while shopping with friends, only for jaehyun to slip in right behind you and lock the door. he wastes no time pressing you against the wall, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“jae, what are you—”

“just one kiss,” he pleads, though you both know it’s never just one. his hands slide up your waist, lips moving against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. your fingers curl into his shirt as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

you lose track of time, of everything except the warmth of his touch—the way his fingers slide up your back, the way his hands tangle in your hair—until both of your phones start buzzing, the group chat flooding with messages about your whereabouts.

you pull away with a gasp, chest rising and falling as reality crashes back in. jaehyun exhales, lips brushing over yours as he grins. “ignore it.”

“they’re gonna get suspicious,” you whisper, eyes darting to the persistent notifications lighting up your screen.

“mm, let them.” his thumb drags lazily over your lower lip before he leans in again.

you barely manage to stop him, pressing a hand against his chest. “jaehyun,” you scold, though your voice lacks any real conviction, “we’re gonna get caught.”

he huffs, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “fine,” he mutters, but then he smirks, arms tightening around you for just a second. “but you owe me later.”

rolling your eyes, you push him toward the door. “whatever, just go.”

he slips out first, and you take a moment to fix your hair before following.

but as you rejoin your friends, pretending nothing happened, the way your lip gloss has vanished—and how jaehyun’s lips are looking a little shinier than usual—does not go unnoticed by them.

TAESAN

taesan loves sneaking around.

he thrives off the secrecy—the stolen glances, the brief touches, whispering things in your ear under the guise of a joke, the way no one suspects a thing (even though they totally do).

so when he suddenly pulls you into the janitor’s closet, you’re not surprised.

“taesan—”

“shh.” he smirks, backing you up against the shelves, lips grazing your ear. “don’t wanna get caught, baby.”

before you can retort, his lips are on yours—slow, teasing. his hands ghost over your waist before gripping it properly, deepening the kiss.

he’s enjoying this—his little secret, the thrill of nearly getting caught, the way you melt under his touch. he pulls back slightly, and you assume he’s about to make another teasing remark, but his words are swallowed when you grab his collar, crashing your lips against his.

your fingers tangle in his hair, his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, closer, until—

rattle.

someone jiggles the door handle.

you both freeze.

“is someone in here?” a voice calls.

taesan grins. “looks like we’re stuck together, babe.”

you slap a hand over his mouth. “not the time!”

LEEHAN

leehan is a little too good at keeping things lowkey—no one suspects a thing.

he’s good at pretending you’re just friends in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he showers you with all the affection in the world.

which is why it takes you a while to notice he’s being sulky.

at first, you don’t think much of it. leehan isn’t the loudest in the group, so when he only responds with nods and one-liners, you assume he’s just in a quiet mood. but then, he doesn’t sit next to you like he normally would. doesn’t lean in to whisper jokes only you can hear. doesn’t even laugh at yours a little harder than everyone else.

that’s when you know something’s wrong.

so you pull him aside under the excuse of showing him a cool fish. your friends don’t even question it.

“alright,” you say once you’re alone, “what’s wrong?”

leehan crosses his arms, looking away. “nothing.”

you raise an eyebrow. “liar.”

he exhales sharply through his nose, clearly debating whether to tell you, before mumbling, “jaehyun grabbed your arm earlier.”

you blink. “...because he got startled.”

leehan pouts. “still.”

you bite your lip, fighting back a smile. “you’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

his nose scrunches. “shut up.”

you laugh, reaching for his hand. he lets you, but keeps his gaze stubbornly fixed on the fish tank.

“you know you get to do more than just hold my hand when we’re alone,” you tease, tracing abstract patterns on the back of his hand.

he swallows, trying to keep up the act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch. still, it takes more soft reassurances, a few playful pokes, and at least three compliments for his sulkiness to finally melt away.

but just as you’re about to go back, he surprises you—grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss to your lips.

you panic, looking around to see if anyone saw. “leehan—”

he just laughs, completely unbothered. “what? they still don’t suspect a thing.”

WOONHAK

woonhak is sneaky.

he takes your hand, his expression casual as ever while the group chatters away. at first, you think nothing of it—he does this often, holding onto you like it's second nature. but then—

crack.

you wince. “did you just—”

he hums in response, unfazed. crack. crack.

“woonhak!” you whisper sharply, trying not to draw attention.

“shh,” he murmurs, cracking another knuckle with ease.

you grimace at the sensation. it doesn’t exactly hurt, but it’s unexpected, and by the time he’s done cracking all ten of your knuckles, you’re staring at him in disbelief. you try to tug your hand away, but he doesn’t let go. instead, he shifts his grip, thumbs pressing gentle circles over your knuckles, soothing away the tension he just caused.

you turn to glare at him, ready to scold him properly, but then he smiles. that smile—the one where his lips lift a little to show his teeth, and his eyes shine with unfiltered adoration.

you sigh, any irritation melting away.

so you let him hold your hand, pretending to be engrossed in whatever ridiculous debate your friends are having.

and when, in one swift motion, he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft, fleeting kiss against your knuckles, you don’t even bother to pull away.

you only suppress a giggle, hoping no one else noticed.

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YES PLEASE 😩🤤

dom!jaehyun has me going crazyyyyy like ok, i get sub!jaehyun but i feel like he’d be such a good dom. and don’t get me wrong hard!dom!jaehyun. do we get the vision sweets 😵‍💫

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foaming at the mouth yes i get the vision my dear 😵‍💫 hard dom jaehyun is so 😞🙏🏻 i will do anything for that man ugh

i see hard dom jaehyun as someone who would be super strict with his rules, allowing no leniency despite using his weaknesses against him to soften the blow of his impending punishments - wearing his favourite lingerie of yours, giving him puppy eyes. his face would show no emotion at all, eyes dark and fierce, jaw clenched tight as he manhandles you like you're nothing but a ragdoll, a slut just for him. jaehyun would make use of toys throughout your session and might not even give you his cock no matter how much you beg. when he does give you his cock, he would make a mess on your body and give you creampies, the possessive nature in him wanting to mark you up as his and his only. one of his favourite look of yours would be blindfolding with your limbs cuffed to the bed, nipple clamps attached to your hardened, sensitive nubs, which also connects to a choker that has his initials on it. his only goal is to ruin you thoroughly - voice broken, body shaking and tears streaming down your face.

[lovelyannoyingcher]

HOT. that's it. that's all I have to say. 😵‍💫🥵

❛RELAX❜ ( o. shotaro )

💬nia's notes: i know i said i wouldn't start wriring for riize just yet , but i couldn't help it i just love taro.

p. stoner!shotaro x shy!reader w. 3.4k (idk either)

warnings? drug usage , unprotected sex , dirty talk , pwp , cumming inside , oral ( f. receiving), fingering ,

— 𖦹 ( smoking weed with shotaro leads to something more ) !

"you're late mr. osaki." you looked up from your computer , you sat in the way back , so you got a good look at the entire class , including the boy who stood at the door , shoulders hung , he definitely didn't want to be here. "this the eighth time this month class starts at one o'clock not one-thirty."

he nodded , head still low. "i slept late." the teacher shook her head. "take a seat mr. osaki , next time set a better alarm." she turned back to the projector.

he made his way to the back , the rest of the desk filled up except the one next to you , your bag occupied the chair. "can i sit?" he said looking at you, you could now see that his eyes were red , he was high. "hello?" he waved his hand in front of your face. "h-huh?"

"mrs.(last name) , mr. osaki , is there a problem." the class turned to face you both. "just trying to sit down." he kept his eyes on you. "so can i sit down?" you nodded , quickly moved your things from the seat — he sat down , everyone turning back to the board and your heart finally stopped beating at 100 miles per hour from all the attention.

you tried to focus on the board , but you couldn't help but glance over to him everyone once and a while , you've see him every once in a while in this class , he'd often sit in the back , he almost never paid attention , but he always passed — getting up and leaving , he basically was there for attendance.

"you know i can feel you staring at me?" his whisper voice spooked you , you tried to turn , but it was no use. "y-you don't have any books." you said , he could barely hear you , but he chuckled. "yeah , i know." he said. "i'll get someone else to do it."

you went to face him again , but he beat you to it , his face was already close to yours. "what about you princess?" he smirked at your flustered stated. "you wanna do it for me , be a good girl and do my work for me?"

"wh-what." he sat back in his chair , head low again. "i was kidding (name)." how'd he know your name? "you're gonna miss the class if you don't pay attention. the class , that's right. "sh-shit." you cursed , turning to the right page , refocusing on the work , taking the notes down on your computer.

shotaro watched you , in fact he always watched you — you just never payed any attention to your surroundings , always trying to get somewhere quickly and quietly , but sometimes he'd catch you , mumbling things to yourself while working and he thought it was cute , he thought you were cute , so when god gave him the opportunity to sit next to you , he took it even though he was high out of his mind and could barely pick up on anything.

class went by quickly , shotaro had fallen asleep , probably sleeping off his high , while you jotted down the notes. "we have a test coming up , it's worth half your grades , so remember to study." you packed up all your stuff. "mrs.( last name)?" you looked up. "y-yes?" the professor pointed to shotaro. "please wake him up." she shook her. "don't even know why he bothers to come."

you turned to the sleeping boy , reaching out and lightly tapping him. "h-hey." you tapped him once again , a little harder this time , his eyes fluttered open , no longer red , his pupils back to normal. "class is over now." you said , about to walk away , when he grabbed your wrist.

"wait." his voice groggily from sleep. "let me take you home." he said. "you don't live on campus , correct?" you nodded. "b-but you don't have to." you said. "it's cool , i want to." he stood up. "wh-why?"

you were so cute , all shy. "maybe i just hang out with you , not everyone is all scary." he said. "you'll take me straight home?" you questioned. "i promise." he smirked , moving close to you , his body close to yours. "unless you have another place." he laughed as you took a step back. "let's go." he took your bag from your shoulders , putting it on his.

you guys made it to his car , he opened your door , letting you step inside before he closed the door , jogging over to the drivers side , climbing in , tossing your bookbag in the back. "ready?"

you looked out the window as drove , picking at the string on your skirt nervously , shotaro picked up on it , grabbing your hand. "stop that , you don't want to mess it up do you?" you shook your head , stopping. "good girl." those words sending a shiver down your spine.

"you hungry?" he spoke up. "we can stop for food." he wanted to grab food with you , did he mean like a date? was he asking you out on a date? "don't think too much of it , you'll hurt that pretty head of yours." he said. "there's a drive through mcdonalds near by , we can pick something up." you nodded , he let out a tsk sound.

"ah you can do better." he said. "let me hear that pretty voice , use your words." you couldn't understand it , but the way he spoke to you , it made you feel something , something you've never felt before — but it made you want to listen to him. "o-okay" he smiled. "good girl , let's go."

he pulled into the drive through , the lady spoke through the voice machine , he ordered what he want , turning to you getting your order before telling her what you want. "okay , you guys can pull up to the front window."

after getting your food , he placed it in your lap , driving off. you noticed he missed the exit to get back to your house , your eyes widening. "m-my house— i know." had that been any other person , you've would been shitting your pants , but with him surprisingly you felt safe. "i have place where we can eat our food and talk."

he drove for about ten more minutes , pulling into a old parking lot. "don't be so nervous." he said. "i would never put you in any harm , just relax." he said , grabbing the bag , taking the food out. "here you go." you shyly too the box of chicken nuggets , sitting them in your lap , he smiled. "cute."

he turned on a random tv show on his phone , sitting it up so you could see while you ate , occasionally making conversation with you , smiling when you shyly nod or avoided his eye contact — which never away , his eyes were always on you , watching everything you did.

"i-is th-there something on my face?" you said , looking for a napkin. "no , just like looking at you." you were flustered again , his constant flirting was going to kill you. "w-why?"

"because you're pretty." he said. "and i like staring at you." you quickly switched the subject. "i took all the notes down , i'll send them to you." he turned to you , laughing. "i didn't really mean for you to actually do my work for me princess." you began to pick at the string on your skirt again.

"hey." he grabbed your hands. "thank you , but don't worry your pretty little head about me." you nodded , and he let your hand go , this time resting his hand on your knee. "just relax , when you're with me that's all you have to do is relax."

he reached in the glove compartment , pull out a small metal can , opening it — revealing four pre-rolled joints. "sh-shotaro , what are you doing?" he smiled , taking one out , along with his lighter. "what does it look like?" he put the blunt to his mouth , about to light it. "b-but you can't drive if you're high."

"well then i guess you have to stay right here with me until im sober again." he light it up , taking a drag , inhaling , then exhaling. "you don't mind that do you." it probably should've bothered you , but it really didn't , you actually wanted to spend more time with him , this was probably the most you've been out in like forever. "i-i guess i don't mind."

you watched him take multiple drags , his body slumping further and further into the seat , he turned the radio on , r&b playing on a low volume as smoke filled the car. "you want to try?"

you shook your head. "i-i'm fine." you've never done something like that before , you wouldn't even know what to do. "why not , it will finally take your mind off everything." he said. "i-i've never done it before." of course you haven't. "i know , but that doesn't mean you can't try."

you thought about it before agreeing , what harm could it be. "s-sure." you said , he sat up , taking the blunt out of his mouth. "you don't have to , i won't force you (name)." he said. "i-i want to."

he nodded , you turned to him. "let me lead." you obey , and he held the blunt to your mouth. "open up." he tapped the blunt on your lips , you got that feeling again that you did earlier — parting your lips. "good girl , now close."

you obeyed , closing your lips. "now inhale it — not too much." he watched you closely , tapping your cheek with his finger , signaling you to stop , now hold it , that's it , just a little longer." the smoke filled your lungs. "now let go." you coughed , the smoke coming out of your mouth. "it's okay , it's okay." he patted your back. "it's always like that the first few times , you'll get the hang of it."

he let you hit it two more times , before he seem your eyes get redder and redder , before he was pulling it away from your lips. "that's enough , three is enough for someone like you."

you sat back , your body felt like it was melting into the seat. "look at you , finally relaxing." he smiled , you chuckled. "and you laughed , that's three wins for me today." he said. "three?" he hummed. "i got you to hang out with me , i got you relax and i got you to smile." he counted them.

he noticed you in your own world , picking with the hem of your skirt. "what's troubling that pretty head again?" he held your hands down once again. "wh-why did you want to hang out with me?" you said. "are you not having good time."

"n-no it's not that, it's just that , you've never paid attention to me before , wh-why all of sudden." he smiled , you were so clueless. "how would you know pretty , you alway have your head in the clouds , talking to yourself." your face heated up with embarrassment.

"do i really talk to myself?" you didn't evem realize you were doing it now , he laughed. "you're so cute." he rubbed your knee. "that's why i wanted to hang out with you , everything about you is so cute." your face was on fire , you turned out to face the window.

"especially when you get all shy , i find that so cute." he grabbed your jaw , turning it to face him. "why'd you turn away?" he smirked , his eyes fell to your lip , which you were chewing on. "am i making you nervous?"

you could barely comprehend what was going on , between the weed flowing through your system , and his hand resting on your leg , the other forcing you to look at him , it was all too much. "i really want to kiss you right now." your eyes widened.

"can i?" his thumb ran across your bottom lip , you nodded. "i need to hear you princess , use those words." you were afraid , not knowing what would come out. "y-yes , you can." he smiled , leaning in , his lips pressing against yours.

his lips felt nice , soft against yours. he could tell you were still nervous , pulling away. "look at you , your eyes all glazed over." he chuckled. "did you like it?" he questioned. "you want another one?" you nodded. "words pretty girl."

"i want another one." you said , your voice the most clear than has been , shotaro took notice of this. "how about you come sit right here and get it." he patted his lap , your eyes fluttered to his his lap , the to him. "y-your lap?" he nodded. "yeah , if you want to." you thought about it , you'd never even gone this far with a guy , but you wanted to — you wanted to go that far with shotaro. "o-okay."

you undid your seat belt , slowly climbing into his lap , hovering right above him. "let me help you." he grabbed your hips , pulling you down. "there you go pretty girl." his hands rested on your thighs , on of them coming up to caress your cheek. "just relax for me." he pulled you into another kiss.

you don't know if it was the weed , or his kisses , but you were on cloud nine and you didn't want to come down , he deeped the kiss , it was sloppy at first , but he allowed you to find your own pace , eventually getting the hang of it.

this was the best high of his life , he wish he could stay like this forever , in this moments , you on top of him , your lips against his , smoke still floodings the car , making it hotter than it already was.

the feeling from earlier was back and it was stronger than ever , traveling from your stomach to in between your legs , an almost unbearable , you couldn't help but move.

shotaro smirked , pulling away , you chased his lips desperately. "calm down." he whispered , against your lips. "you're getting so worked up princess , try and relax for me , you can have everything you want in a minute."

he wanted to make sure you really wanted this , that it wasn't just the weed talking. "you don't have to do this." he said. "i still really just want to hang out with you." he rested his forehead against yours. "i-i want to." you said. "i really want to."

his cock was hardening against his slacks , you were on top of him , your eyes blown out as you practically begged him to fuck you , grinding against him. "fu-fuck , if you keep grinding against me , im gonna cum in my pants." he grunted.

"i-i didn't mean to." he threw his head back against the headrest. "i know princess , i know you don't." he played with the ends of your shirt. "let's get you out of this." he lifted your shirt above your head , revealing your pink bra.

"so pretty baby , can i take it off?" you were about to nod , but deciding to skip that part , "y-yes." he smiled. "you finally caught on princess , keep using those words , let me hear that pretty voice." he reached behind you , undoing the hooks , letting your bra fall , your tits bouncing from the impact. "such pretty tits." his hand came up , engulfing your boobs , squeezing them.

"sh-shotaro." you moaned , and he was slowly losing it , you moaned so prettily , even prettier than he imagined. "so soft." he whispered , bringing his lips to your bud , sucking on it. "sh-shit , feels so good." you felt your panties soaking even more , you probably were making such a mess , but you couldn't care right now , you needed him.

oh couldn't hold it anymore , he needed to feel you , he needed to be inside you. "fu-fuck , fuck princess i need you , please i need to fuck you." he moaned , waiting for your word , once you gave it to him he was directing you to the back seat , laying you on your back.

"wanna taste you first." he sighed , kissing your stomach , making his way down to your skirt , lifting it up to your waist. "pretty panties." you whined , squirming your hips.

"relax , i told you , you'll get everything you want." he pulled your panties down your legs , he'll find them later — kissing right above your tailbone.

it was cramped , but that didn't stop him spreading your legs as much as he could , buring himself in between them , licking a strip up your cunt. "ohmygod." you moaned. "f-feels so good." he hummed against your heat , you moans only egging him on.

you tasted like heaven , this was his new drug , you were all he ever needed to feel high again , he pulled away , giving your clit little kitten licks. "you taste so good princess." his lips wet from your slick. "want my fingers?"

he rubbed your swollen bud , you nodded. "p-please." he pushed one finger into your hole. "your little cunt is barely taking my finger princess , i don't think im gonna fit." he added another finger , a slight sting making you hiss.

"it's okay , it's okay." he slowly thrusted his fingers into you , the pain slowly subsiding. "that's it , my fingers like a good girl." your stomach began to tighten. "you're clenching around my fingers." he rubbed your clit in circles. "you gonna cum?" you nodded. "go a head , cum on fingers , so i can make you do it again on my cock." he sped up his fingers , the band tighten more and more — before it snapped. "fuck 'taro , im cumming!" you screamed , cumming all over his fingers. "fuck!"

"good girl , fuck you came so much." he pulled his fingers out , bringing them back to his mouth , getting another taste , his cock twitching in his pants. "shit."

he undid his pants , pulling them down enough for his cock to spring out , resting against his stomach. his cock was big , a long vein adorned the side , his tip red , leaking with pre-cum. "are you sure you want , we don't have to go any further?"

you whined , reaching down grabbing his cock. "pl-please." your voice was desperate , as you stroked his cock. "i want it so much." you begged , shotaro cursed , grabbing your hand , replacing it with his own , lining himself up with your cunt. "i'll go slow."

and slow he did , sinking into your cunt , both of you letting out a moan. "fu-fuck , you're so fucking tight." his voice was shaky. "baby , you gotta stop clenching , im gonna cum." he grunted. "ca-can't help it." you mewled. "y-you're so big." he smirked , rocking his hips.

"yeah , you feeling full of my cock?" you moaned. "s-so full." he held your leg around his waist as he pounded into your needy hole. "you're so vocal now , what happened to my shy baby , where is she?" he grunted. "s-still here?" you moaned.

"yeah? she's still in there , but i like this version though , you moaning for me like a little slut." you tightened around his cock , making him hiss. "sh-shit , you like being called that?" he grunted , hitting that gummy spot. "there it is?" he continuously thrusted against that spot.

"my perfect girl , this is all just for me?" he rubbed your clit. "only i get to see you like this , all slutted out , right?" you felt your orgasm. "ye-yes , fuck 'taro im gonna cum." he kissed your lips. "go ahead , cum for me."

he pressed his forhead against yours , wrapping your leg around his waist , hitting deeper than before , trigger your orgasm. "taro fuck." you tightened around him hard. "oh shit." he didn't even have a chance , before he was spilling his cum into your cunt.

"sh-shit , im so sorry." he pulled out slowly , his cum seeping out of your cunt , his cock twitching at the sight , he didn't mean it this time , he can't be to sure next time. "i-its okay , i'm on birth control."

he let your leg go slowly , carefully just incase you were sore. "let me clean you up." he grabbed a tissue , carefully cleaning you off. "you did so well." he praised , your face turned hot. "st-stop it." you stuttered. "ah , there she is." he smiled. "so cute."

he helped you get dressed , you climbed out of the car , getting back into the passenger's seat , he climbed back into the drivers seat. "i don't want to take you back right now." he said slumped in his seat sad. "w-we c-can come back tomorrow." you said , he sat back up happily. "okay , i'll pick you up after class." he started the car , placing his hand on your thigh , much higher than before.

"maybe tomorrow you can put my cock in that pretty mouth of yours."

©️LUVYENI

[lovelyannoyingcher]

hate me harder (k.sn)

fboy!hopeless whoremantic!sunwoo x f!reader

genre: lead-up-to smut :sob: (oneshot)

wc: 2.3k

tags: reader hates sunwoo, sunwoo's a hopeless pervert and needs to fuck you, choking if u squint, alcohol consumption (everything consensual), hickeys but they aren't mentioned, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected (stay safe), semi-public fucking, VERY filthy words from him, name-calling (baby, sweetheart then filth like slut) and he's rough.

a/n: have lost my mind officially. this is not proofread!

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the party is too loud, too crowded, too suffocating with heat and flashing lights. you shouldn't have come. but staying home wasn’t an option, not when your friends dragged you out, claiming you needed this.

what you didn’t need was him.

sunwoo.

he’s leaning against the bar, some girl laughing at whatever bullshit he’s feeding her. he’s got that lazy smirk, the one that makes your stomach twist, the one that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

and then his eyes find yours. your pulse jumps before you can stop it his smirk deepens. fuck. you turn away. but you know it doesn’t matter. sunwoo never lets you ignore him.

you can feel him, even before he’s there. the heat of him at your back, the way the air shifts, how his presence wraps around you like a slow - burning fuse.

'wearing this just to piss me off, sweetheart?' his voice drags down your spine like a touch, warm and teasing.

you don’t turn. 'don't flatter yourself.'

he chuckles, and you hate that it makes your skin prickle. 'too late.'

what the fuck did that mean? a cold sweat pricks at the back of your neck. you fucking hate him.

his fingers brush your hip, so light you might imagine it. you stiffen, but don’t move. 'you’re acting like you don’t feel it, too,' he says, voice just this side of smug.

you do. and you hate that you do.

you turn around, and glare at his smug ass fucking face. looking fine as ever under the dim coloured lights of the party. fuck. you raise a hand, threatening to slap him.

he chuckles, low and dark. 'do it. bet that pretty little hand of yours would feel so good on my face.'

--

all night, he toys with you. lingering glances, teasing smirks, hands brushing too close, breath against your neck when he leans in just to piss you off. he murmurs filth in your ear just to see how long it takes for you to snap.

by the time he finally grabs you, you’re already burning.

one second, you’re throwing him a glare. the next, his fingers are curling around your wrist, and he’s pulling you through the crowd, past the pulsing music, past the drunken, grinding bodies.

no words. just him. just the heat in his eyes when he finds an empty hallway, shoves you onto the wall, and backs you against it.

'you’ve been pissing me off all night,' he mutters, voice rough.

'me?' you scoff, breath uneven.

sunwoo’s fingers slide up your jaw, tilting your face up so you have to look at him. his pupils are blown, his chest rising and falling like he’s been holding this in for too long.

'yeah. you. acting like you don’t want this.'

'i don’t,' you lie, but your body betrays you.

his lips quirk into that same infuriating smirk that makes your blood boil. 'then tell me to stop.'

you don’t.

so he kisses you.

it’s not soft. it’s not careful. it’s desperate—all frustration and heat, all the tension that’s been clawing at him since the moment he saw you. his hands grip your hips, pulling you into him, and you can feel him, hard against you, like he’s been aching for this just as much as you have.

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just to hear the groan he lets out. his hands slide down to your waist, his grip almost bruising. he pulls back, his lips covered in your saliva. 'fuck..' he growls. he frantically looks around the hallway and sees a door. ajar. his hands find your wrist and drag you to the room, slamming it shut and locking it behind the two of you.

he slams you against the wall next to the door, his face centimetres away, his nose almost touching yours. his eyes are hooded. he can't take it anymore.

he needs you. now.

'fuck,' he mutters, hands gripping your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he’s been starving for this. 'you have no fucking idea how bad i’ve wanted this.'

you hate how good he feels. how solid, how warm, how fucking there.

your nails drag down his arms, frustration burning through your veins. you can feel him—thick and hard through his jeans, pressing right against your core.

'you’re such a fucking-' he cuts you off with his mouth, swallowing whatever insult was about to spill out. it’s messy, heated, all tongue and teeth, all the pent-up frustration from hours of bickering, teasing, denying.

his hands slip under your skirt, rough palms trailing up your thighs, fingertips dragging over the edge of your panties.

'fuck,' he groans against your lips. 'you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?'

'shut up.'

his smirk is pure sin. 'nah. you like my mouth too much for that.'

his fingers push aside the lace, dragging through your slick folds, teasing you slow, lazy, just to piss you off. you take a shaky breath as his fingers made contact with your bare heat, your nails digging into his shoulder.

'you can act like you hate me all you want,' he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. 'but this?' he circles your clit with his thumb, just enough pressure to make you gasp. 'this pretty little pussy tells me the truth.'

your head falls back against the wall, a curse slipping past your lips. his mouth is everywhere—your neck, your collarbone, nipping, licking, leaving heat in his wake.

'sunwoo,' you gasp, grabbing at his bicep, but he just smirks.

'shut up. you know you don’t want me to stop.'

you don’t. and you fucking hate him for it.

but not as much as you hate how good he makes you feel. his fingers slip inside, two stretching you open with an ease that makes you shudder. 'so fucking tight,' he groans. 'bet you’d feel so good wrapped around my cock, fuck.'

you bury your head in his shoulder, dragging your nails down his back just to hear him curse. 'you talk too much,' you pant, grinding down against his hand.

his grin is wicked, fingers curling inside you just right. "and you fucking love it."

he’s right. and you’re too far gone to deny it.

--

his fingers work you open, slow and deliberate, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you pinned against the wall. 'look at you,' he murmurs, watching the way your body moves against his hand, how your hips chase his touch. 'needy little thing. guess all that attitude was just a front, huh?'

'fuck you,' you spit, but it comes out breathy, desperate.

sunwoo laughs, dark and low, his teeth grazing your throat. 'you wish, baby.'

he pulls his fingers out of you, and you barely have time to whine at the loss before he's dragging them up, pressing them past your lips.

'taste yourself.' god, he's so fucking dirty. and you'd be lying to say if you didn't love it. the demand is filthy, and fuck, you should refuse, but you don’t. you let him push his fingers onto your tongue, let the taste of yourself mix with the heat of his skin.

his jaw clenches. 'god, you’re so fucking hot.'

before you can throw some smart remark back, he’s moving - grabbing your wrist, spinning you around, pressing your front against the wall. his body is flush against your back, his hands greedy as they drag down your sides, gripping your ass, pulling you back against his cock. you whimper softly as he presses into you, barely having enough time to steady yourself against the wall.

'you feel that?' he grinds against you, slow and teasing. 'that’s what you do to me. fuck, i’ve been hard all fucking night, watching you, knowing you’d end up here, whining for me.'

then you hear it—the sound of his belt unbuckling, the rasp of his zipper. your pulse hammers.

'say it,' he murmurs, voice like gravel. 'tell me how bad you want it.'

you hate him. you hate how smug he sounds, how cocky, how he already knows.

and you hate needing him more.

'fuck,' you whisper, pressing back against him. 'just do it.'

sunwoo groans softly, dragging his cock through your slick folds, teasing, just barely pushing in. 'say it.'

you don't want to fucking say it. but you do.

'please..'

and that's all he needed to hear.'

he pushes into you in one slow, deep stroke, stretching you open, making you gasp as your hands scramble for purchase against the wall.

'shit,' he curses, voice wrecked. 'so fucking tight. you feel that? feel how good you take me?'

you can’t speak, you can barely breathe. he fills you completely, his cock thick and heavy inside you, stealing every thought from your head.

'fuck, baby,' he groans, dragging his lips up the back of your neck. 'you hate me, huh? hate me so much you’re dripping all over my cock?'

you whimper, nails scraping the wall. he pulls out almost completely, then slams back in, setting a brutal pace, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs.

'listen to you,' he grits out, snapping his hips harder. 'moaning like a slut for the guy you fucking hate.'

your body betrays you, pushing back to meet him, desperate for more. his fingers snake around your throat, pulling you back against him, forcing you to arch.

'feels good, doesn’t it?' he whispers against your ear. 'letting me fuck you like this. finally giving in.'

your moans are strangled, broken. he’s too deep, too good, ruining you from the inside out.

'you’re mine for now, baby,' he growls, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing tight circles over your clit. 'fuck who you thought you were before this. right now, you’re just a messy little thing who needs my cock.'

you don’t argue. you can’t. not when the knot in your stomach is building, threatening to snap. not when every thrust sends you higher.

sunwoo feels it—the way your body tightens around him, how your legs tremble, how your breath catches like you’re right on the fucking edge. his grip tightens around your throat, his other hand working your clit mercilessly. 'that’s it,' he rasps, his lips brushing your ear, his cock pounding into you harder, deeper.

'fuck, you’re about to cum, aren’t you? gonna fall apart on my cock like a good little slut?'

you whimper, your knees almost giving out, but sunwoo holds you up, forces you to take every brutal, punishing thrust. 'say it.'

'fuck, yes, i-'

you don’t even finish before it slams into you. heat floods your body, white-hot pleasure bursting through you like a live wire. your walls clamp down around him, squeezing him so tight you hear his sharp intake of breath, his grip going almost bruising on your hips.

'shit,' he curses, his rhythm faltering as your body spasms around him. 'fuck, that’s it- god, you’re so fucking tight when you cum.'

he doesn’t slow down. doesn’t let you breathe. he drives into you, fucking you through your orgasm, dragging it out until you're nothing but a shaking, incoherent mess against the wall.

'look at you,' he groans, voice thick with something dark and possessive. 'still taking me so well, still so fucking desperate.'

your head drops, your body completely pliant in his hands. you feel his breath against your skin, harsh and uneven, his pace turning erratic. he's close.

his hand slides down your belly, presses against the bulge where he’s buried so fucking deep inside you. 'you can feel it in your tummy, can't you, baby?'

his hips slam forward, grinding into you, making you feel every inch of him. your overstimulated body twitches, still too sensitive, but he doesn’t stop.

'you want me to fill you up, don’t you?' he groans, his hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back so he can bite down on your throat. 'want me to fucking ruin you, make sure you’re dripping with me when you walk out of this room?'

you can’t speak. you can only whimper, nod, barely able to keep standing as he pounds into you like he’s trying to break you.

'f-fuck.' he grunts. his hands tighten on you - one gripping your hip, the other pressing against your stomach as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

then he breaks.

his groan is wrecked, guttural, as he spills inside you, his body shuddering, his lips parted against your neck. you feel it. hot, thick, filling you up, his cock twitching deep inside as he rides out his high.

the room is heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, both of you breathing hard, bodies slick and tangled.

for a moment, neither of you move.

then sunwoo chuckles, breathless, pressing a lazy kiss to the back of your shoulder. 'fuck,' he murmurs, voice rough, spent. 'you still hate me, baby?'

you’re too fucked-out to even respond.

he grins against your neck. 'don’t worry, baby. we can work on that.'

--

© deobussy (idk what to write here)

[lovelyannoyingcher]

This was cute as fuck 🥺 😍

✎ᝰDEAR DIARY .ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

pairing: jaehyun x gn!reader wc: 1.2k words warnings: mention of reader wearing heels and having period cramps lua's note: part two here

“you melt me down”

Jaehyun has been your best friend since kindergarten, and your friendship has always been strong.

You never saw Jaehyun as more than a friend, you didn’t even consider him a man. To you he was just… Jaehyun. You kept thinking like that until his older brother’s wedding ceremony and party.

All those boring and annoying jokes about how you two would be such a cute couple made by his family members made something change a little bit in your mind. Followed by how good he looked, how he stole one of the countless pairs of slippers that the guests were supposed to take home way earlier just because your feet were hurting from the heels and how it was a romantic night, you couldn’t help but start to see Jaehyun as something more, as an actual guy. An actual guy that wasn’t that bad, in fact he wasn’t bad at all.

Since that day, you started to look at Jaehyun with other eyes. Your heart would beat faster with any of his caring or gentle attitude towards you that you would usually not even care or think too much about.

No one knew about your new feelings towards Jaehyun. No one but your diary.

Ever since his brother’s wedding, you’d been writing about Jaehyun every night. If it was a person, it would roll its eyes as soon as you wrote down the letter J.

“Y/N, I thought you were already ready! The movie starts at 5PM!” Jaehyun barged into your bedroom – definitely not an unusual action – and looked at you as if you committed a crime. “What are you still doing in your pajamas? Go get dressed!”

You groaned and got up from your bed, leaving the book you were reading open on your bed. “Fine! I’ll go get dressed,” you walked towards your closet, took a pair of jeans, a shirt and a leather jacket, and showed them to him, waiting for his approval. Jaehyun gave you thumbs up and you walked out of the bedroom, heading to the bathroom to change your clothes and fix your hair.

Jaehyun stayed in your room, waiting for you. He took the open book in his hands and took a look at the cover and read the page you were reading before. “Another romance story,” Jaehyun sighed and shook his head. “Poor Y/N, will become a hopeless romantic person. Why are they making it more difficult for me?”

Jaehyun started to look around for a bookmark, but as he was searching for one, he found another book open resting on your study table. However, it wasn’t any book, the word’s font looked a bit strange to Jaehyun, until he noticed that it was your diary.

He wasn’t going to read it, he didn’t even want to touch it, but he read a name and the word “love” written with a red glittery pen and a few hearts around the name and that caught his attention. It was his name.

Did I see it right?

He leaned forward and read it again, feeling bad and guilty for doing that, but the curiosity was stronger than any bad feeling. It really was his name.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Jaehyun said, but there was a hint of a smile forming in his lips.

He knew it wasn’t right to read your diary, the object that you put your heart and soul in it. An object that's only yours.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he mumbled before starting to read your last entry.

January, 27th.

Dear diary,

I almost screw everything up.

I had pretty bad period cramps during class and even silently cried. No one but Jaehyun noticed, fortunately, the last thing I would want was getting all my classmates’ and teacher’s attention.

Jaehyun gave me his sweater so I could get warmer and lessen the pain. Didn’t help, but it was the best thing he could’ve done at the moment.

What seemed to lessen the pain (I know it’s not physically possible, give me a break, okay?!) was the sight of him secretly texting his brother’s wife asking her what he could do to help me out with the period cramps.

During lunch break he disappeared for minutes, and then came back with some of my favorite snacks, a heating pad and painkillers. I was impressed. I got even more impressed by the way he was treating me. He never treated me poorly, but I never saw him so worried.

I kept asking him where did all of that come from and he said he asked help from his brother’s wife, she gave him some tips and he asked her to bring those things to me. That’s when I almost screwed up.

I almost told Jaehyun that I love him! I started saying “I…” then I stopped, stared at him and said that I think he’s the best.

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to throw it up. That was too much for me.

I wish he was my boyfriend. I’ve always heard my friends telling some awful things her boyfriends said or did to them, but if Jaehyun was my boyfriend I know that I wouldn’t have any problems with that.

People always talk about how love and relationships are so difficult, but loving him isn’t hard at all. It’s quite the opposite, it’s easier than breathing, it’s safer than a bunker.

I guess I’m lucky to be in love with my best friend and not with some random guy who I know almost nothing about. I know basically every Jaehyun’s secrets, I know everything he likes and dislikes, I even know how he’s going to react about something that didn’t even happen. That’s how much I know about Jaehyun, and I know he knows about me that much as well.

I hope one day I have the courage to tell him about my feelings without the fear of ruining our friendship. It sucks to not know what he feels towards me, but I wish he has at least a little crush on me.

Tomorrow we will watch a movie and go to a pizzeria after his band practice. I hope everything goes smoothly and we have a great time. I also hope he wears that grey hoodie, he looks good on it.

Wish me luck, Diary.

Jaehyun didn’t know if he should gasp, smile, jump around your room or shout from happiness, but at the end all he did was sit back on your bed and pretend to be reading the earlier book because he heard your footsteps approaching the bedroom.

“I’m ready, and what are you doing with my book?”

Jaehyun clicked his tongue, folded the corner of the page and closed the book before standing up and looking at you, trying his best to not smile at your cute face and at the thought of you liking him in secret. “These books will be the death of you. Did you know there are many other book genres to read?”

“Shut up, I like romance.”

He placed his arm around your shoulder and started to walk with you towards the front door of your house, the closeness between you two made your eyes widen and you swallow hard. “One day, someone will love you and treat you better than any of those little characters love and treat the protagonist. Maybe sooner than you expect.”

“What?! What are you talking about?”

“Shhh. Let’s go, the movie waits for us.”

[lovelyannoyingcher]

Perfect Little Boyfriend II J.C

pairing: idol!changmin x female!reader

MDNI!

summary: all your parents could hear about Changmin, is that how amazing and perfect he is. So it was time to finally introduce him to your family.

author's note: oh.my.god. big thanks to @myraet for proofreading this and giving me feedback on this oneshot. i have a big massive tbz brainrot rn, so I hope the tbz community finds this!

warnings: softdom!changmin, choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, toy play

divider: @cafekitsune

enjoy!♡

Changmin keeps his hands steadily on the dresser in front of your bodies, his chest pressed up against your back as he keeps panting into your ear. You feel like your whole body is on fire, the control you once had over you long gone as you feel the curve of his cock molding into you, the pressure of his member making you moan out uncontrollably as he keeps pounding into you from the back. 

“Give me your hands.” He breathes, his nose nudging your red cheek as his hip is moving against you without stopping. You try to wrap your head around the things surrounding you, understanding what he wants in a single glance. At his command, you put both of your delicate hands towards him with a whine, until he takes them and presses against your lower back with one of his hands.

“Think you can keep quiet, baby? Or you want your parents to hear their perfect daughter getting fucked like a dumb whore in her childhood room?” His words are harsh,but his tone is not unkind. You shake your head once, squeezing your eyes as you slowly feel your consciousness slip away from you. “N..no..I was just–” you tried to reply softly, your voice not above the sounds of your bodies meeting. 

Your boyfriend chuckles, his hand keeping your wrists together tightly as his eyes rank down from your face to your lips, seeing it tremble with anticipation. “Just what? You wanted this baby, you couldn’t act in front of your family and had to think with your pussy, hm?” He asked, his voice low and steady as he slows down his movements, his hand still keeping you in place even when you whine again. 

“W..what are you d..doing?” with a trembling voice you try to glance back at your boyfriend, only just to see him fully pull out of you, feeling the emptiness filling you up immediately earning a groan from you. Changmin wasn’t the type to deny an orgasm from you, if anything he would always make sure that you felt good. Wherever you two were, he always made you cum before he would let his own climax reach,he always thought that is what you wanted. It was comfortable this way. But there were times when he felt…more risky. 

So when you see him reach for something on the dresser, something very familiar you swallowed hard,your fingers slightly trembling in his hand. “Minnie, please..” you murmur, a thrill of nervous anticipation coursed through you,your body already responding to his touch as he drags his finger on your exposed asscheek. His touch makes your whole body shiver in nervousness, your body unconsciously moving away from the cold toy and his fingers.

“Don’t you run away from it now,doll.Take it,and make me proud.” he practically whispers the last part into the air, your heart beating against your ribcage like it wants to break out. 

The path his finger is tracing is dangerously close to your backside,his smirk only growing when you push yourself more against his touch, a silent agreement hung in the air. “You said it hurt somewhere, right?” he asked softly, his voice making you subject your body under his spell as you revive the moment from a minute ago before you two find yourselves in your old room.

All your parents could hear from you is how precious and kind your boyfriend, Changmin, is. It was true though, he was the nicest and sweetest person you know. Always one step ahead of you, whatever you needed or just thought about he placed it right in front of your feet in a second. With a small smile, he would kiss your temple and wish you a nice day before leaving for work. Your parents knew exactly that Changmin was an idol, so they would often watch him on TV, saying that their son-in-law is a famous singer. It was always a pleasure and flattery for Changmin whenever your parents would be all lovey dovey over him, his dimples flashing in an instant for them in adoration. 

In your relationship, it was time for you two to finally meet up with the parents. Changmin finally had a free day, so he insisted on going to the family reunion on the weekend so he can get to know your family better. You introduced him to your parents finally, to your extended family and whatnot. You didn’t really care. All your focus was on Changmin the minute you saw him wearing an all black suit, his hair pushed back so his sculpted features decorated his appearance.

 It was over for you, to say at least.

Of course, you saw him in variants of clothes before, but for some reason seeing him dressed up like this at a family event just for you, made your stomach flip and erupt in butterflies. It was so hot for no particular reason, your whole body setting up on fire the more you stayed next to him. But you tried to keep yourself together, trying not to show how much he affected you. 

It was all good, until he noticed your change of behaviour. 

His sharp eyes noticed the way you would take a breath, chest rising and falling slowly with lust and temptation, your chest flushed with red color as well as your cheeks as you would rank your eyes everywhere but on his. Your fingers fidgeting with each other in your lap, thighs pressed together in a way only he knows.So he wasn’t surprised when it was all coming together for you. So when you dared to place one of your hands on his upper thigh, leaning in closer to him to whisper, “Minnie, I need you.” he tries to suppress his smirk. 

His pants immediately tighten at your doe eyes, staring up at him, unable to deny your wishes. When he doesn’t say anything, you continue so only he hears. “It really hurts, Changmin.” 

And then it all collapses.

In no time, he had you in front of a dresser with a mirror, pressed up against it as he flipped your skirt upwards so he could get access to your dripping core. It felt so good finally feeling his slender fingers entering your warm walls, making you arch your back against his chest at the delicious euphoria. Your head up in the clouds, Changmin’s eyes focusing on your whole swallowing his digits like it had a vice grip on them. The whole ecstasy was cut off with a quick and sudden knock on your door, making you snap your head up at your mother’s voice asking you a simple question. 

But did that bother Changmin? No, if anything, it made him continue so he can win an answer out of you. Something, to make you feel just a bit embarrassed 

“Tell me, where did it hurt the most? Here?” He whispers, his lips close to your ear, his voice adding another pleasure waving through your body as you think further into this scenario. Your mother is on the other side of the door, waiting for you to answer her question as you feel Changmin slowly dragging the vibrator between your wet, puffy folds, making your arch against his chest. With a simple moan of yes, you throw your head on his shoulder, his lips finding your exposed neck immediately like he has been waiting for you to do that. His soft lips melts on your sensitive skin, your stomach jumping into a knot when you feel him suck and nip at the area. His teeth grazing against it to fracture more desire, throwing you into a deep pit so his words lead you just where he wants you to be. 

“Where else? Show me.” His words hit you like a train, snapping you back to reality in a second at his siren voice, your hands immediately grabbing his. You take it to your clit without a doubt, the feeling of the tip of his finger grazing the puffy bundle of nerves nearly makes you scream into the thick air of your room. The teasing tone in his voice pairing with the way he carefully touches you sends a new shock wave where you need him the most. 

“Please, touch me there Changmin.” you sob, your mascara pooling at the base of your neck at this point as you try to suffer through his acts. 

Your boyfriend chuckles lowly, his lips attached on your earlobe now as he softly bites the flesh. His hand with the silver vibrator presses it closer to your dripping hole, the buzzing sensation making your thighs tremble more when his other hand finally lands on your clit. Rhythmically, he presses the toy to your core at the same speed as he circles your clit with anticipation. “Answer your mother, Y/N.” He whispers lowly when you let out a moan, the sound of the toy not even suppressing the noises you let out. “Do it.” 

Helplessly, you take a breath and try to put together a comprehend sentence. “Y..yes, mom?” 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Changmin the way your voice trembles, this little act making his cock unbearably stand against your ass as he moves the toy in and out of you. The squelching noises fill the room along with his panting and your pleas. “Does your mom know how much of a whore you sound when you’re with me?” Changmin grunts, his hand speeding up. At his question, your mother ironically answers with a simple sentence; your cousins are going to sleep in the room beside yours, warning the two of you to keep quiet.

“How you beg for my cock every night?” he gently pushes the toy against your walls, making you cry out loud and falling forward on the dresser. He quickly attaches the palm of his hand on your mouth, your eyes rolling back when you feel him using the toy in a different angle. 

“I wonder what would she say if she sees you like this.” The knot inside your stomach is building up the more and more he talks, the never ending buzzing feeling of the toy making you feel dizzy. “Dripping for me so nicely. That’s right baby, grind on it like it’s my cock.” 

You moan against his palm, your whole body shaking in his hold as he continues his torture on you. When you finally feel yourself reaching your climax, you feel like everything goes white as you slump against the dresser, catching Changmin’s gaze at the last minute in the reflection of the mirror. You give yourself away to the feeling, your orgasm coming at you like a splash of cold water, ripping through your veins as uncontrollably moans into his palm. 

Changmin lets your arousal drip from your hole when he pulls out the toy, his other hand caressing your back when he slowly leaned forward next to your ear, his other hand holding the machine in front of your mouth. Before you could even come down from your high, he nudges your puffy lips with it. “Lick it clean.” he murmurs against your ear again, his voice calm and deep as he keeps eye contact in the mirror. You don’t think twice, you attach your lips around the toy, your tongue swirling around it like it was his cock you’ve been waiting for all night. “Atta girl, being so good for me.” 

“Channie,please..” with a pop you pull away from the toy, looking at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, your makeup completely ruined by his ruthless words. “I need you.” 

“You just had me, baby. Wasn’t this enough?” 

You can’t help but whine, your cockdrunk side already coming out. “Not like this..”

“Then how, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.” his words caressing the side of your face, his eyes never leaving yours. You meekly close your eyes for a second, then take a breath. 

“Your cock, Changmin. I want you to fuck me.” 

His eyes practically followed the way your lips said those exact words, his head spinning from how much lust you laced it with. His hardness poking immediately at your ass when you push your backside back onto him, your hips wiggling to punctuate your words. “Please, Minnie..” 

How could he say no to you? Just as you can’t say no to him. 

So he takes a breath and pushes your body more forward into the dresser, one of his veiny hands holding your hips tightly in place, his other grabbing your shoulder to make you arch your back more into his way. It was undeniable that Changmin had so much power over you, somehow always making you feel so small beside him. His voice alone made you do unspeakable things without saying twice, and it has always been like that in your relationship. 

Not like you mind. 

With a deep groan he slides his already wet cock between your arousal coated folds, exhaling lowly at the feeling of sliding so easily between your bodies. The way your cum coats his curved cock, his red tip poking dangerously at your entrance for relief makes you sigh dreamily, wishing to feel him filling you up already once again. 

Without another minute passing he pushes in slowly, your warm walls hugging him immediately, fitting him like a glove when he slides all the way in. Changmin notices your arousal dripping from the sides, sliding all the way down on your thigh until it reaches your knee stockings you wore for today's event. It makes him smirk even more, how much of a mess you just made because of a simple toy.

“You’re getting cockdrunk already?” He asks when he sees your eyes coated with another thick layer of tears, not even able to hold eye contact with him anymore. “Look away again and I’ll stop.” He groaned,almost hearing his control slipping away from him. 

At his tone you’re trying to overcome the feeling of your climax building up again, your walls spasming around him uncontrollably, your cries getting louder and louder even when you know you should keep quiet. The thrill of others hearing how good he’s treating you overflows you. When you pick your head up and look deeply into his eyes, you feel like you’re getting eaten alive. It sends a shiver down your back when you see him straighten himself up, his dress shirt messed up from the way you were trying to grab onto something, a few pieces of hair covering his eyes and rolls of sweat decorating his vein-covered neck. 

You feel him thrusting into you now, with long and slow thrusts,making sure you feel every inch of him. “Mnngh…Minnie, you stretch me out so much..” With a whimper you push yourself back onto him, making him let out a breathy moan. 

“F..fuck, baby, stop pushing me out.” He moans eventually, looking down between your bodies with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m not done with you until you’re squirting all over my cock.” 

You let out a cry as you feel him thrusting into you deeply, his tip hitting your cervix with tensile strength, his body grinding into you with force as one of his hands slides around your flushed neck from the back. “There’s a good girl..taking all this cock like a champ, aren’t you?” 

“Changmin..” You gasp out helplessly, your body no longer under your control. His hand sitting prettily around your neck makes you moan again, his fingers slightly cutting off your airway.

“Taking it all for me…I’m so proud of you.” 

Changmin’s eye gleamed with something primal as he pulled back slightly, his snap of his hips getting quicker and deeper. “Show me how you can come for me again.” He didn’t ask for it. He wants you to come for him again, to show him how much power he has over you. So with his other hand, he takes the vibrator again and pushes it to the max, slowly taking it towards your already wet clit. When you realize what he’s about to do, you can’t help but look away in a squirm and take what he’s giving you. 

The sound of the vibrator’s low hum filled the room along with the snapping noises of your bodies, your constant whimpers and his low grunts as he teased you where you needed him the most. You could feel your orgasm building. the heat pooling deep within you, your breaths ragged as he continued his cruel pace. 

With a desperate whimper, you came for the second time, feeling the thick and heavy juice of yours coating his thick cock as he moaned at the feeling, throwing his head back when he felt your cum dripping around his member. “Yeah baby,is this all for me?” 

With a weak nod, you answer. “Just for you, Channie~~” You whimper out one last time, your body only held up by his hands folded around you. 

A satisfied smile spread over his lips as he grabbed you and turned you around by your neck, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it around his waist to enter you once again. It takes only one glance to see a visible bulge forming at the pit of your stomach, your eyes rolling back at the sensation of how deep he is. 

“Feel this? You’re mine.” He whispered, his voice firm but intimate,as if sharing a secret with you. His hand threw the vibrator somewhere behind him, finding your cheek as he directed your gaze on his again. 

“Say it.” He demanded, pushing one of his fingers onto your push lips to force your mouth to slide open. 

“I’m yours. I’m yours Changmin.” You whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as he picked up his pace again, now your body molding into one with the dresser. 

He smirks again and leans down, kissing your lips for the first time since you two came here. His teeth immediately graze over your bottom lip, his tongue earning access from the moan you let out at his brutal pace. You felt it coming – the way he leans more into you, into the kiss, his hips stammering over his own thrusts. Just as he knew your body like the back of his palm, you knew his. Changmin grunts into the kiss, his breathing ragged just like yours – his other hand pushing your hips down to meet with his. 

With a final thrust, spurts of come coated the insides of yours, his moans filling the room along with yours as you come for the third time tonight. Your body writhe under his as he tries to keep you close to his body, your mixed arousals dripping everywhere between you. Changmin takes a finger and gathers some on it, holding it up for you once again to lick it. His eyes follow the way you lick his finger with anticipation, kissing you deeply after calming himself down. 

[lovelyannoyingcher]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 badboy!jooyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 1k

request: "you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise?" + "maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up" + face slapping

contains: bad boy x good girl trope, sub!reader, bookseller!reader, mean!dom!jooyeon, corruption kink, exhibitionism kink, (unprotected) semi public sex, edging, begging, pussy slapping, face slapping (f!rec), pet names, degradation kink, name calling (slut), dumbification

[ event masterlist | xdinary heroes masterlist ]

Lee Jooyeon is not a reader.

Truthfully, you doubt he's ever held a book open for longer than two minutes in his life. He’s the type of person who prefers entirely different sensations - to be outside, lost in thick crowds, banging rock music, alcohol and smoke, places where things happen all at once and they happen loud.

Exactly the opposite of you.

Yet, he keeps coming back... and your body lets him.

“You work too much.” He mutters, leaning against the counter; the lack of enthusiasm in his euphonic voice is evident.

“You laze around too much,” you say back, not interrupting the process of stocking the shelve with YA contemporary novels. You place the last remaining book when a clicking sound forces you to look behind your shoulder, your eyes bulging once you notice the lighter in his hand - and the flame flickering. “Seriously?! Put that away!”

Jooyeon sighs dramatically, but shoves the lighter back into his pocket.

He doesn't fit here at all; with his smug smile and black leather jacket soaked in cigarette smoke.

It’s very clear what he’s here for, and you’re trying hard to resist it - unless you want to grow an addiction to him.

“Look, customers will start coming in soon, and I won’t have time to talk anyway,” you murmur, walking back to the counter. “Maybe you should come by another day.”

Jooyeon turns around once you’re at your spot; his expression sharpens even more as though he's struggling to grasp what you're saying. With a swift motion, his dominant hand grabs the badge with your name, pulling you closer.

“Is that what you think I'm here for?” The erotic lower tone sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. “To chat?”

You can only swallow as the sudden lack of distance causes your brain to slow down. Then, his ravishingly carved face too, and his alluring eyes, warning you of the trouble you’re going into…

He drops the badge, leaving it to dangle loosely around your neck again. A dry sound of mockery escapes him as he watches you stand frozen in the same place.

That’s exactly what he expected.

“What… you don’t want me here?” His brows relax when he meets your eyes, shiny with desire and intent; he notices the truth lingering inside them no matter how much you try to hide it. His fingers brush your cheek, trailing down to trace your slightly parted lips with his thumb. “Then why does your body say otherwise?”

He leans in, close enough for your breaths to blend into one.

“Tell me you want me to leave and I will.”

No words come; not straight away.

“I don't want you to leave.”

Jooyeon smirks satisfied, then tilts your head towards him some more.

“Why don’t you give me a tour of the stockroom again then?” He pauses before his voice softens with a hint of secrecy. “That spot where the camera can’t see you being naughty.”

“Please, please, please!”

“My name?” Jooyeon grabs your face roughly to tilt your chin up.

“Jooyeon,” you utter, gazing into his eyes; they earn a glint of lust once your weakened voice call out his name. “Jooyeon, please, I can’t wait any longer…”

He smirks amused, looking down at your naked lower body - where his cock smacks your pussy again and again, teasing it and forcing it to clench helplessly around air.

“Fuck me, please!”

The truth is, he’s not entirely sure why he’s doing this or how he succeeded at not burying himself deep into you the second he got you down here. But there’s something about hearing you beg for his cock… after you tried to push him away earlier and failed…

The noise of skin against skin echoes dangerously throughout the stockroom as his soaked tip lands on your clit repeatedly.

“One more.”

The corners of his lips twitch pleasantly as you glance down at his palm levelled at your mouth. You salivate, then spit out, watching him wet his cock even more.

The lewd sounds, the view of his erection, big and hard, pointing at your leaking entrance, but not close enough to enter… It’s driving you crazy as you wait spread open on the table.

Jooyeon leans down, crashing his lips into yours.

As every other time, the thrill has you feeling like you’re about to meltdown until your body jolts from a sudden sensation - he shoved an inch through your needy walls, groaning at the way they immediately grip onto him.

“Why did you tell me to leave if you want my cock so bad, darling?” His hot breath brushes your trembling lips as he keeps his forehead pressed against yours.

“I— I don’t know,” you mumble, desperately needing him to push further, but not having the courage to say it.

But it doesn’t matter, because he pulls out.

“One minute you’re all diligent and smart, and the next you go dumb.” Jooyeon snickers at your defeated expression as you bite your lip to keep quiet. “Not very convenient for a bookseller.”

Here even the smallest noise sounds ten times louder, including his tittering, and the way your cunt welcomes him back when he slips it in - all of it this time.

“Maybe I should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up,” he grunts, overpowering your moans. “How about that, baby doll?”

“… p-please—“ Your eyes roll back at the next deep, sharp hit.

“What?” Jooyeon laughs at your muddled speech. “Are you begging me to fuck your mouth or to stay inside your small cunt? Speak, slut.”

“Stay,” your pleading eyes flicker up at him before his slap tilts your head to the side. “Stay inside me, please!”

“There you go, the naughty slut can speak!” He coos with artificial sweetness; with the most enticing mocking smile you've ever seen.

His hand, large and heavy, taps the warm area of your cheek, but you're unsure if it's to command you to look at him or to praise you for responding properly.

“I know you're a smart bookworm, sweetheart.” He smirks, trailing your jawline with his lips. “You just go a little dumb from my cock, but that’s okay… I like it.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[lovelyannoyingcher]

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pairings: campusbf!jaehyun, personal trainer!sungho, dance partner!riwoo, idol!Taesan, idol!leehan x fem!reader contains: established relationship(except Riwoo), dom!bonedo, public sex, oral (f receiving), masturbating, fingering, chocking, hairpulling, petnames, toxic! reader, unprotected sex, voyeurism, a/n: english is not my first language and i'm a bit dyslexic so if there are any grammar mistakes I apologize. :b can you guys give feedback? I'm trying to improve my writing TT^TT please send request or ideas on ask me... what do we think about stalker Taesan? >-<

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Jaehyun:

Contains: masturbation (f receiving), darling, teasing (wc: 430)

Jaehyun and you were sitting at the back of the class. You were taking notes and paying attention, but you could tell your boyfriend was a bit bored as he doodled on his notebook. ''are you that bored?'' you asked whispering looking at him and he nodded as he pouted causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head in disapproval.

After some minutes you felt Jaehyun caress your thigh, not that you really cared, he was always extremely touchy. The only problem was that he was caressing your inner thighs and you were wearing a skirt. Jaehyun knows how sensitive your inner thighs are, but maybe he was just caressing mindlessly so you tried not to pay attention to him. Until you felt his hand slowly creep further up. ''Jaehyun'' you whispered now looking at him and he looked at you with a smirk, leaning close to you as he kissed your cheek to then whisper in your ear.

''just be quiet and pay attention to class, darling'' he said to then sit comfortably, his hands now getting dangerously close to your clothed pussy which was already warm and wet thanks to his caressings. You could see him smile from the corner of your eye which made you blush but you just tried your best to play it off. he parted your lips to then start caressing your clit from the top of the fabric making you hold your breath in for a second. ''Jaehyun'' you whispered unsure.

''shut up'' he whispered demanding now pulling your panties to the side, his fingers slid through your pussy getting wet by your juices. You were at the back of the class, and the tables covered your legs completely, there was no one next to you but there was people sitting in front, as also the teacher who was facing you making you unsure of your acting skills and forcing you to look at your notebook as you held your breath from time to time while Jaehyun pinched, caressed and played with your clit.

As you felt your orgasm closer you started closing your legs but Jaehyun put his leg on top of yours pulling it closer to him keeping them open. You hid your face against the table now almost crying from the pleasure and arousal ''j-jaehyun... i'm-'' before you could even finish you heard your boyfried shushing you softly, he knew you well enough to know when you were close. It didn't take more than 10 seconds for you to end up coming just from him teasing and playing with your clit. He kept on going softly letting you ride the waves of the orgasm to then just grab the wet tissues from your backpack cleans his hands and kiss the top of your head cause your face was still buried in your arms embarrassed.

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Sungho:

Contains: toxic gf!reader, possessive!reader, cursing, grinding, hair pulling, marking. (wc:648)

You truly didn't feel like going to the gym that day, feeling a bit lazier than usual as also tired, but seeing your boyfriend in a tight compress shirt and some sweatpants was more than enough to get your ass up and ready to go with him, after all you couldn't let other girls think they even had a chance with him. You warmed up next to him, helping each other. Today was leg day which you absolutely despised doing legs was horrible keeping in mind that your work building had stairs, but he couldn't care less about it. Work outs went as usual, with a shower of praises coming out of Sungho's mouth as he stayed close spotting you and motivating you.

You then left for some minutes to go get some water for the both of you, but that was enough for some bitch to get close to your boyfriend and try to hit on him. You could see him politely decline and look for you so you walked to him and gave the girl a mean look ''you know he's taken so how much of a whore do you need to be to hit on someone else's boyfriend?'' you said annoyed making the girl look at you surprised as your boyfriend just tried to hold back a laugh ''okay'' you heard him say before feeling him just carry you on his shoulders and walk away.

You agreed to meet up at the sauna and there you were, waiting for him, he came in not long after and he greeted you with a kiss ''baby, you need to learn how to keep your thoughts to yourself sometimes'' he said softly as he caressed your arm ''no. She deserved it, she saw you with me before she came to hit on you... that-'' you looked at him who was just smiling fondly at you finiding you amusing ''whatever, i'm making you a shirt that has my face and says 'I have a girlfriend' in it'' you crossed your arms and heard him chuckle as he now started kissing your shoulders and neck ''how about you just mark me up instead?''

You heard him whisper making your cheeks flush surprised by the sudden switch up, as you felt his hand on your legs caressing you until it got to your waist now squeezing it. He started kissing you and you corresponded now as he got you closer to him until he got you on top straddling him feeling directly your bare wet pussy against his now erect member making him gasp softly in your mouth. you strarted grinding on him not really caring about anything, after all saunas were barely used at this hour and there wasn't that much people at the gym at that hour of the day.

His hands were on your waist and ass helping you grind against him as you started kissing his neck, biting and nibbling on the skin leaving some marks just like he asked you to, while he moaned and whimpered in your ear softly. he then just grabbed his dick positioning himself at your entrance and went in harshly making you gasp and him let out a small growl ''fuck baby'' he moaned as you started moving on his dick now while he kissed you shoulders and chest leaving some marks on you too.

You both were conscious this was really dangerous so he just grabbed your hair pulling you close to him to start kissing you and try to die out some of your moans as his other hand wrapped around you keeping you in place as he pounded onto you keeping a fast harsh pace, it didn't take you long to feel the knot in your stomach built up thanks to the arousal and you knew he was close to. ''s-sungho...'' you said in between kisses to then pull away and hide on the crook of his neck as you both came and rode out your orgasm.

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Riwoo:

Contains: toxic! riwoo, dom! riwoo, dry grinding, cursing, 'pretty', unprotected sex. (wc: 694)

Riwoo was your dance partner, you've known him for quite some time and everything was really good among you two, except for the fact that lately you felt like there maybe was some type of tension among the two of you but you couldn't describe quite well what it was. Today some new people joined the class and there was this cute guy that was a bit lost, so like a good senior you were you helped him without much thought. He was kind and flirty, and you most definitely could feel Riwoo's killer gaze everytime you chuckled too hard at this guy's jokes but you tried not to overthink it. He asked you for your number but you said it was too personal, so you just followed each other on instagram, as everyone left you were now picking up the dance studio with Riwoo. ''was he that funny?'' you heard him ask.

''not really'' you said giggling but he didn't seem in the mood so you just straightened your face and cleared your throat ''are you okay?'' you asked him now and he got closer to you ''I don't know, would you be okay if you saw me joke around some girl making her laugh all the time'' you thought about it for some seconds, and yeah it definitely bothered you, but you weren't even dating anyways. ''I.. don't know'' you said unsure looking up at him who had his tongue against the inside of his cheek going down.

Before you could get something else out of your mouth you felt him kiss you, you blushed completely unsure on what to do on how to react, but as you felt his hands on your waist bringing you impossibly closer you just followed the kiss putting your hands on his shoulders. he walked back and you let out a soft gasp when you felt your back hit the wall, he then just lifted you up to then bring you to the dance studio's sofa, laying on top of you just kissing you but you got a bit impatient and put your hands under his shirt feeling his bare chest and abs earning a soft moan from him, he started now grinding himself against you, somehow perfectly rubbing your clit now making you both moan in each others mouth.

''fuck'' he said as her now felt your hands on the hem of his pants, you didn't know why, but you just needed him desperately in that moment so you pulled his pants down making him smile against your lips ''hm, you're a bit impatient, pretty'' he whispered as he pulled away from you pulling down his pants and yours ''you're lucky i've been waiting for this moment or else I would've made you wait longer'' he said before he started rubbing his tip against your wet cunt before lining himself up and going in. you heard a sigh from him as he started kissing your neck, straightening up and grabbing your waist as he started picking up a fast pace.

With his free hand he lifted your shirt up caressing your side and kneading your chest, you could see how much the view was affecting him and it was most definitely affecting you too. he leaned down lifting your bra to then start kissing and softly nibbling your nipples as you caressed and pulled him closer feeling the knot form in your stomach ''riwoo... I'm- i'm close'' you moaned now as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and he started going deeper and harder, he started kissing you trying to stop you from moaning but it was almost impossible for you both, you just bit his shoulder now leaving some marks ''cum for me, pretty'' he said and that's when you let go completely now feeling your insides clench around his legs before he pulled out and masturbated himself now cumming all over your stomach and chest as you tried to get your breath back to normal.

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Taesan:

contains: idol! taesan, hard dom! Taesan, chocking, hair pulling, degradation, praising, dirty talking, unprotected sex, (wc: 718)

You weren't one to visit your boyfriend at schedules, respecting his space, but this time he personally asked you to come, so of course you did. You greeted the staff and then the guys as you arrived there, Taesan greeted you with a smile and excused himself from the guys and staff to then grab your hand and walk away ''where are we going? are you not busy?'' you asked now confused but he didn't seem to care much, greeting staff as he got farther and farther from his waiting room ''I am, but I need you right now, it's fine we won't take long'' he reassured you now before checking around and pulling you inside of a room, it looked like an storage room that wasn't really used ''Taesan'' you said slowly catching on what he wanted to do.

But he didn't listen to you just locking the door before he walked to you grabbing your cheeks and starting to kiss you. You didn't even fight it just corresponding him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he started kissing your neck now putting his hand on your hair and pulling it forcing you to look up to get more space around your neck. You put your hands inside of his shirt caressing his stomach and chest trying to take out his shirt but he didn't let you ''I can't darling'' he whispered in your ear before raising your top up and burrying his face in between your chest now kissing them, his hand going down to your skirt.

He caressed your pussy from the top of the fabric making you moan softly in his ear and he pulled your panties to the side now playing with your clit introducing one of his fingers inside you, he kissed you and introduced a second digit now doing scissor movements preparing you for his dick, as he felt you were wet and stretched enough he took his fingers out carrying you and sitting you in the table that was there. You caressed the tent forming up in his pants making him moan but he just swept your hand away ''behave and wait you slut'' he said as he undid his belt and pants, pulling them down along his boxers enough to get his dick out.

He pumped his lenght few times before pressing his tip on your clit and rubbing his dick against your pussy getting his tip wet with it. He positioned himself and now grabbed your hair again pulling it to force you to look at him when he very hardly went it making you gasp loudly ''keep it quiet for me now, yeah?'' he said and you nodded desperately ''good girl'' he said as he kept on pulling your hair now starting to move. You bit your lip trying to keep it quiet so he started kissing you, you had one hand against the table for support and the other one on his shoulder and hair.

The hand that was on your hair now trailed down to your neck, gripping on the sides of it pressing it softly as he got closer to your ear moaning while he kept his fast hard pace, stretching you out so deliciously no matter how many times he had been inside of you. ''you're taking it so well, princess'' he said as his grip on the sides of your neck got stronger making you roll your eyes back, his arm holding you ''fuck, Taesan'' you moaned now desperately ''shut the fuck up whore'' he said demanding ''do you want me to stop?'' he asked now as he went faster ''n-no, please'' you begged trying to keep it quiet almost crying out ''then shut the fuck up and take it'' he said and you nodded now getting closer to him burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You felt closer and closer now placing your hands under his shirt scratching his back ''Taesan'' you cried out ''just cum for me darling, show me how good I make you feel'' he said in between moans and you did just that, milking his cock for all it was worth and it didn't take him more than one second to start cumming too as he let out quiet moans and deep breaths.

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Leehan:

contains: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, praising, voyeur? (wc: 721)

Leehan and you went to a nice restaurant to celebrate your 9 month anniversary, it was a high end restaurant which you were unsure of going to as he was an idol, but he got a private room for the both of you, out of prying eyes. Dinner started just fine, until he noticed the waiter hit on you and shamlessly ogle your bust which was making Leehan madder per second. he then pulled your chair next to his bringing you closer to him. he slid your dress up and you looked at him surprised ''you're mine, right?'' he asked now making you giggle

''we're celebrating our 9th month, Donghyun... of course i'm yours'' you said caressing his hair but his hand started sliding up your dress ''hyunie'' you said a bit unsure and he just left a peck shushing you ''then just take what I give you, okay pretty?'' you nodded a bit unsure as he just pulled your legs apart and quickly your panties aside too now caressing your clit and teasing your entrance making you blush and let out soft moans, you were both facing the entrance door and the table and table cloth was enough to cover your legs and Donghyun's possessive antics.

you were almost done with the food course but at this point it didn't even matter, until the waiter came in once again making Leehan stop for one second and making you blush completely as you tried to take his hand out of your pussy but it didn't work, didn't seem like the waiter really noticed anyways. ''are you done with the food?'' he asked and you nodded ''uh, yeah'' you said now and Leehan grabbed the table cloth covering your legs as he took his hand off your thighs now. ''great, I'll bring dessert now, tiramisu cake, right?'' he asked and you nodded ''yes please'' you said and he picked the plates up to then leave.

You looked at Leehan now ready to cuss him out for being so risky but he was getting on his knees under the table ''what are you doing?'' you asked confused as you watched him disappear under the table before you felt him grab you waist pulling you closer to the end of the chair and spreading your legs open ''let me have some of my dessert in advance'' he said as he covered himself and your legs with the cloth ''hyun-'' you started but you heard the door open again, it was the waiter with your tiramisu cake, he set it on the table and then just walked some steps back, he looked at your boyfriend's empty chair noticing his absence as you felt Leehan's tongue run along your pussy making you drop your head sighing slightly

''is everything okay? where's your boyfriend?'' he asked and you cleared your throat while you felt Leehan suck and kiss your clitoris, clenching your hand as strong as you could ''he- uh...'' you started off now really clumsily ''he went to the bathroom'' you said and tried your best to offer a polite smile ''I see... are you okay? you know, I don't want to sound mean but dating an idol can be...'' he started talking now but you couldn't even focus on whatever he was saying just looking at the tiramisu cake holding your breath at times swallowing your moans feeling Leehan's tongue inside of you ''you can always let me know'' was the last thing you heard the guy say.

''I have a boyfriend, and i'm really happy in my relationship, please just leave'' you said politely almost out of breath but shot him a death glare as he wasn't leaving ''did you not-'' you started off before letting out a soft moan feeling leehan starting to finger you while eating you out which you played off as if you were about to cry and the waiter just excused himself leaving ''fuck, fuck, fuck'' you cried out softly now just grabbing Leehans hair pulling him closer almost riding his face without a care in the world ''i'm close'' you moaned right after still riding his face, he kept on sucking your clit and kissing it letting you ride out your orgasm. ''good girl, darling'' he said as he licked his lips going away ''you're a great actress'' he said smiling and you hit him softly ''shut up''

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[lovelyannoyingcher]

hi again! 🍓 here :) to start, ofc I have compliments for your writing! I love your ideas and how you capture the members, esp bc you portray them as both sub and dom so well!

speaking of, dom myungjae will be the death of me I swear 🫠. I think him being so usually-sweet adds to his appeal as a dom bc its fun to think only you can bring out that side of him yknow? also, lovee the finger sucking inclusion! and writing mine on your dress with his cum?! crazy hot n so jae-coded since we know he's quite possessive 🤭

i think he'd take enough photos to fill a gallery. he'd pose you, making you arch or open your mouth, even sliding back into the mess he made for one. but once he's done with his art project maybe he'd finally take pity on you... pushes your dress up now and dives in to eat you out like he's starving (munch jaehyun real)

- 🍓

oh you're so sweet love :( thank you so much for your compliments, it really does make me happy to know what you think about what i've written thus far. i can only hope that it gets better as time goes on. part of why i'm able to write as well as i do is because of my anons who send in so many amazing and creative asks so i;d like to thank you all for helping me! i love you guys so much <33

dom!myungjae is just a lover to you. he'd treat you so much sweeter than he treats anyone else. if he's as loving as he is now, he'd be a 100 times so with the love of his life. he's so incredibly loving of you, and that makes him so possessive of you too. he acts out when he sees anyone even looking in your direction. he has to let them know that you're taken and very much his, which leads him to being very into pda in any sense possible. but i digress!

he most definitely has a folder full of pictures he's taken of you while having sex. he wouldn't go around showing them to anyone because they're for his eyes only, but he would boast about how he is able to always make you feel so good. during times where he is so horny, he'd love having a photoshoot with you, taking pictures in all the positions and ways you described. his constant praise would have you so much needier, begging him to fuck your needy hole. "now darling, be patient. i'm trying to take some pictures of my sweetheart here." he'd say as he continuously clicks pictures of your body. eventually, after he's done, he would finally sink down to your cunt, exposing it after lifting your dress, exclaiming at how you're oozing out all your slick for him. he'd be so playfully teasing about it, asking you how long you've been this wet for, whether you were this wet during the event too. he'd have so much fun teasing you until you pull his face straight into your pussy, grinding against his smirking lips. and he gladly shuts up to eat you out properly as a reward. the dress is completely unusable once you take it off of you, but he would keep in mind to buy you more dresses like the one you have on currently.

[lovelyannoyingcher]

😵‍💫😵‍💫

hey! it feels strange to keep introducing myself as "messy sex jaehyun anon" haha so can I perhaps claim an emoji? 🍓, if available? :)

that aside... the scenario you made! i feel feral!! i didn't expect you to write more so the additions were such a treat!! i love the way you write scenes sm.

i was torn between this being eager puppy or rough dom jae but the direction you took was perfect! i don't have much to add but consider: you laying there while jaehyun uses your tits n moans about how good it feels, inevitably getting you so needy that you ask him to fuck you properly. but jaehyun just smirks and says he's already fucking you! and no matter how much you beg, he doesnt relent; fucks your tits till he comes but then keeps going, lost in how good n wet it all feels. even overstimulates himself so he can make a bigger mess, maybe ruining your dress in the process but promising to buy you a new one to wear just for him.

- 🍓

hi love! yes of course you can be 🍓 anon! happy to have you <3 and thank you for your compliment omg, i’m so happy to know you think so 😭

oh that’s so hot 😵‍💫 he’d be so playful with you when you tell him how needy you are, just teasing you with everything he’s got as he fucks himself onto your tits. he’d be squeezing your nipples and spreading his slick all over them, making you open your mouth to lick his fingers clean. he can’t get enough of your perfect boobs, continuing to fuck himself even after cumming the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th time. by then, he’d have made such a mess all over your chest and neck, even face. he LOVES seeing you all messed up for him, your makeup smudged and mixing with his sweet serum. he’d be so fucked out too, staring at you with love as he finally gets up with shaky legs to grab his phone and take a picture of you sprawled on the floor. by now he’d have also noticed his cum stains on the bunched up fabric below your boobs. he’s just insane over his mind now, taking his cum to spread it on your dress, writing out the word mine boldly before clicking the pictures of his beautiful lover <3

[lovelyannoyingcher]

This was Soo cute 🥺🥺 LOVED IT!! 😍😍

Helios || M.JH

❀ pairing: sunshine!jaehyun x librarian!reader, implied fem!reader (ft. coworker!sungho)

❀ genre: college!au, sun and moon dynamics, fluff, minor angst

❀ word count: ~4.7k

❀ warnings: explicit language, reader gets a little insecure, kissing, implied sexual content

❀ summary: Like Helios, the god of the sun, Myung Jaehyun is never shy on whom he sheds his light. In his brightness, though, you may find him illuminating something about you that you never knew.

❀ a/n: I feel like you can tell MyungJae is my bias from reading this fic alone. I absolutely adore him in this and I hope you do too! As always, likes, reblogs, and replies are encouraged. Happy reading!

Myung Jaehyun has always been as bright as the midsummer sun. He has a smile that shines like a beacon of light through the darkness, constantly illuminating everyone’s day. His presence alone is enough to breathe life into everything around him, from dull classes to obnoxious parties. Everything is a bit brighter when Jaehyun is around. 

Which is why you’re confused that he’s talking to you. 

It’s not like you’re not a bright person, but you definitely don’t bring a sunshiny energy wherever you go. Your friends compared you more to the moon, a soft silvery halo of light that illuminates the darkness, but can still cloud everything in a bit of mystery. You’ve always been praised for your serenity and muted demeanor, even though you sometimes wish you could be more than just peaceful. You yearned to bring a lively energy to the lives of those around you, but for some reason, your calm nature always won out. 

You’re almost in awe at how Jaehyun speaks with a smile, words coming out a mile a minute at a volume that is definitely too loud for the library. You’re so used to everything being so quiet and unmoving here, which is why you chose it as your student work placement for college. But the energy Jaehyun brings to the space is more than you’ve ever encountered before. It borders on overwhelming, but for some reason is also oddly comforting. 

The comfort can only last so long before the confusion sets in, though. Seriously, why is Myung Jaehyun talking to you?

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt softly. “But can I help you with something, or…?”

If Jaehyun is offended by your obvious confusion, he doesn’t show it. His bright smile never once falters. 

“Yeah, sorry, I know the build up was kind of long, but can I have your number?”

Confusion only settles deeper into your face. “Wait, what?”

“I mean, it’s no pressure or anything. But, like I was saying, every time I come in here I always see you working and I think you’re really cute. So I wanted to see if I could get your number and maybe take you out sometime? I mean, only if you’re down for that.”

For once in your life, you’re struggling to remain calm. 

It’s not like Jaehyun is a celebrity or campus royalty or anything, but he’s just different. He’s clearly well liked and has a lot of friends, always surrounded by a group of people. That group more often than not includes swooning girls and guys alike, all making heart eyes at him in hopes that he’ll notice, or even better…reciprocate. 

But you’ve never been one of those swooning individuals. Jaehyun is clearly attractive, with his head of curly brown hair and pouty lips. His dimpled smile is enough to have anyone head over heels; you’re not immune to that. You have just chosen to admire him from afar, sneaking small glances when he’s in the library or craning your neck to catch a glimpse of him when you pass each other on campus. You pride yourself in being so subtle that Jaehyun has never seemed to pay you any mind, until now. 

“Am I being too forward?” Jaehyun asks, beginning to trip over his words. “Oh my god, is this workplace harassment. Y/N, I am so sorry. You are just trying to do your job and here I come being such a, such a man. Who even flirts with someone on the—.”

“You know my name?”

You can’t even process how you’ve cut the man off, mind too busy pondering how the hell Jaehyun knows who you are. But that confusion gets mirrored right back to you as Jaehyun cocks his head cutely. 

“You’re wearing a name tag.”

All of your blood rushes to your face at the realization that he’s right. You are required to wear your name tag everyday for your job, proudly displayed on your chest. If it’s true that Jaehyun has seen you here, he has seen you in your name tag countless times. 

“R-right. Sorry,” you stammer. 

Jaehyun just chuckles, face spitting into that contagious smile he always wears. “It’s fine! You’re just so cute. So, your number?”

“Weren’t you just worried about this being harassment?”

“Oh, fuck! Is it?” Jaehyun looks genuinely terrified at the thought. 

“No,” you chuckle. “It’s not. Give me your phone.”

You question your source of newfound confidence as Jaehyun hands over the device, watching intently as you type your number in. It’s only when you save the contact that Jaehyun smiles, seemingly thunderous in the quiet of the library. You’ve never been so thankful to work on the talking floor.

“Great,” Jaehyun smiles. “I’ll text you.”

Your “okay” sounds outlandishly soft in comparison to Jaehyun’s outspoken confidence. He’s practically beaming as he moves away, not breaking eye contact until he physically has to turn away. Once again, you find your cheeks overly hot to the touch despite the coolness of the library. The goosebumps on your arms definitely have everything to do with the temperature, and nothing to do with the image of a bright smile plastered in your memory. 

.         .         .

It’s just your luck that you would receive your first ever text from Myung Jaehyun during an exam. Your phone had been turned on silent, nestled in your bag for the entire two hours. It’s only when you’ve exited the lecture hall and are well on your way to getting your second coffee of the day do you remember to check your phone. You almost drop it on the pavement when you see the series of messages. 

Asking someone out on their shift is apparently not workplace harassment because I don’t also work there. 

I would know, I asked Google. 

Oh, this is Jaehyun btw :)

You have to bite your bottom lip in order to contain the smile that is blooming on your face. You swear your heart picks up speed, so much so you doubt you’ll need that second cup of coffee after all. Despite the chill of the winter air, your core suddenly feels warm, as if the thought of Jaehyun served as your own internal heater. 

You don’t respond until you make your way back to your apartment, a giddy pep in your step the entire way. It’s an odd feeling, to be so excited about a person. Your introverted nature often has you cowering away from taking bold chances on relationships. You’ve always felt that love is best when it comes like waves meeting a soft sand shore – with a gentle crash, but always expected.

But you can’t deny the fact that the unexpectedness of Jaehyun’s eager confession is exactly what makes it so enticing. So, you dive headfirst into uncharted waters.

Falling into a routine with texting Jaehyun is surprisingly easy. The man always has something to say, whether it be simple questions about how your day was or silly musings about the world around him. It’s not uncommon for him to send you pictures of his professors, followed by a picture of his pouting face, clearly bored in his long lectures. Although you’ve never been one to send pictures back, Jaehyun doesn’t protest or push, just accepting your responses as they come and responding to them with enthusiasm.

You don’t realize just how much you’ve enjoyed Jaehyun’s bright virtual presence until you get caught in the act.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Your coworker, Sungho, asks as he scans some newly returned books.

The smile that you had let so carelessly grace your face instantly falls, your usual mask of indifference making an appearance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sungho scoffs, a teasing smirk rising on his face. “Right…you definitely haven’t been smiling at your phone for the last hour instead of I don’t know, doing your job??”

Your reply dies on your tongue when you spot a familiar figure entering the library, just barely visible over Sungho’s shoulder. He’s with his usual group of friends, laughing at a volume that is definitely inappropriate for your setting. He seems to compose himself after a moment, scanning the space with his gaze.

When he finally spots you, his grin grows impossibly wider, eyes bright as they reflect the artificial fluorescence of the library. He mumbles something inaudible to his friends before heading in your direction, causing a slight zap of panic to travel up your spine.

“Y/N?” Sungho calls, waving a hand in front of your face. “Are you even listening to m–?”

“Hey,” Jaehyun interrupts softly, still smiling brightly. “Long time no see.”

Out of your periphery, you can see Sungho looking back and forth between you two. It takes a second before his expression of confusion melts into one of recognition. He nods slightly before backing away to return to scanning books, leaving you and Jaehyun behind.

“I thought you weren’t going to harass me at work anymore,” you tease, trying and failing to fight the grin creeping onto your face.

Jaehyun chuckles, a distinct sound that pierces through the relative quiet of the space. “And I thought that I told you I’d be back, since, you know, Google told me I could.”

There’s a moment of silence as you duck your head, once again attempting to calm the smile on your face and the flush no doubt coloring your cheeks. When you finally compose yourself enough to look up, you find that Jaehyun’s gaze has never left you, eyes shining with something you can’t quite put your finger on. Even his silence contains an energy that you’ve never felt before. It’s something more than a simple brightness, more akin to a magnetic pull that you can’t quite escape.

“Go out with me.”

It comes out as almost a command, not the typical request that you’ve yearned for. While you always imagined that this would be the next step after the few weeks of text exchanges, it still comes as somewhat of a surprise. Part of you wondered if Jaehyun was serious, or if this was some sort of concocted experiment to see if he could bring even the biggest introvert out of their shell.

You finally pinpoint what it is in his gaze that’s so different – openness. It’s the kind of genuine clarity that comes from being authentically yourself, from letting others see and experience the real you without a care in the world. You wonder if he could be the key that would open your tightly locked door, your perfectly curated facade of nothingness.

You decide to put the key in the lock and twist.

“Sure.”

The smile that you receive is blinding, much more intense than any expression you had ever seen on the man’s face. A fear of getting burned from his light twists knots in your stomach.

.         .         .

He picks you up at eight, just like he promised. He’s the perfect gentleman all night, offering his jacket when it gets cold, footing the bill at the tiny cocktail bar that you once mentioned you liked to frequent. He’s entertaining and engaging, spending the entire night telling you stories that have your stomach hurting from laughter. He walks you back to your apartment, leaving you with a soft kiss on your forehead and a promise that he’ll call.

So why do you feel like this?

Why does it feel like the ceiling is pressing down on you and that the gravity of the world is crushing your bones into a fine powder? Why won’t your heart slow down even as you lay stationary in your bed? Why is the gentle hum of your college town buzzing around you like a pesky fly, waiting for you to turn into something rotten so that it can feast on your flesh? Even the warmth of your favorite blanket feels like an oppressive heat.

You can’t help but replay the events of the night, scanning and scrutinizing every memory to identify where it went wrong. But every time you try, you come up empty handed.

It’s no easy feat to identify the wrongdoings of someone like Myung Jaehyun, of someone so objectively perfect and universally loved. He may laugh too loud or be too forthcoming with his feelings, but it’s impossible to see these aspects as anything other than endearing. He’s so open, so unapologetically himself, that you can’t help but adore the person he is.

So why does it feel wrong? Why does it feel like you’ve become an insect, lured into a brightly illuminated trap designed to kill you?

Even worse, when Jaehyun texts you, asking for another date the following weekend, why do you accept? Why do you feel the pleasant thrum of butterflies in your stomach the minute his name pops up on your phone screen?

Maybe it will be different this time. Maybe you’ll realize that Jaehyun is perfect and that you’ll be perfect together. It could have all been a fluke the first time, the product of a dip in adrenaline or a deep tiredness that always accompanies the winter months.

Jaehyun takes you ice skating this time, laughing as you both navigate the slippery chill of the rink. He holds your hand the entire time, clearly giddy to have this sustained contact. It doesn’t matter that you make him fall repeatedly, dragging him down any time you lose your balance. If anything, it makes him happier as you both fall into a giggly heap. You don’t even have the chance to worry about the judgemental stares you get as you trip and fall. You’re too busy being sucked into Jaehyun’s orbit to care.

This time, a forehead kiss serves as the prelude to the real thing. Jaehyun kisses in the same way he speaks, bold and eager. His hands cradle the dip in your waist reverently as he claims your mouth, no reservations as he holds you close. It’s captivating, the way he kisses you. You can’t help but get lost in the feeling of his plush pout against yours, in the heat of his tongue as it meets yours, in the warm press of his fingers into your skin.

Later, when your lips are still stinging and swollen from the kiss, you realize that a familiar ache has settled in your chest.

Once again, you find yourself replaying the events of the night to identify when you felt a shift. Once again, you can’t. You admittedly felt nothing but bliss the entire night, even if it was twinged with a minor unfamiliarity. It’s almost as if you were someone else when you were with Jaehyun. A different you inhabited your body when you were with him, someone that was sunshiny and bright, so far from the muted serenity that you closely identified with.

But when you look in the mirror, you still look like the same you. Your face is still the same, despite your slightly swollen mouth. Your hair still sits in the way you styled it before your date. Nothing drastic has changed about your body, or the way your clothes hug the planes of it.

You’re still you. When you’re with Jaehyun, however, you feel like anything but.

.         .         .

As you get to the point where Jaehyun feels comfortable openly embracing you on campus, you begin to identify a bit of the ache. Jaehyun can never take more than a few steps around the college green without someone calling his name or rushing to greet him. Every interaction is the same; Jaehyun greets them brightly, stopping to even hug or chat with a few. He’ll introduce you in that enthusiastic voice of his, making sure to squeeze your hand extra tight.

Every time, you’ll get the same look from the passerby.

It’s often a politeness mixed with a hint of confusion, some in obvious disbelief. Some disregard you completely, choosing instead to bat their eyelashes at Jaehyun as they shower him with compliments or requests to hang out. Jaehyun is polite and humble in his refusal, tugging you along as you part. The dirty looks that you receive in return are permanently branded into the back of your eyelids.

Their looks of silent judgement haunt you everywhere you go, following you into your lecture halls and in between the bookshelves at work. Imagined chatter swarms around your mind. Although, it’s not hard to imagine what they probably say about you, if they even decide to speak about you at all. 

What’s someone like that doing with someone like him?

“So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you going to keep scanning that book for the eleventh time?” Sungho’s voice is calm but clearly pointed.

As your coworker for over a year, Sungho has become way too good at reading you. He picks up on all of the little things, the tiniest sighs you let out when you think no one is within earshot, the subtle slump of your shoulders when life gets too demanding, repetitive actions as your brain drifts off. You can’t even think to lie to the man, since he sometimes seems to know what you’re feeling better than you do. 

“Do you think Jaehyun and I are weird together?”

Sungho sighs, resting his hand on his cocked hip like an overly concerned mother. “I should have known it was about the boy,” he mutters. “No, I don’t think you and Jaehyun are weird together. Where is this coming from?”

You’re silent for a moment, trying to piece together your answer to the question. There’s a film reel that flashes through your mind, a compilation of all of your best times with Jaehyun. From laughs at the cocktail bar to bruising your knees at the ice skating rink, everything is overwhelmingly positive. The memories make your stomach sink. 

“No one says hi to me when I walk across campus.”

Sungho’s look of concern transforms into one of confusion, head tilting to the side as if seeing you from another angle will make your words make sense. Clearly, it doesn’t work.

“I mean, everyone says hi to Jaehyun, but no one even spares me a glance,” you explain. “They look all confused when Jaehyun introduces me, almost like they don’t understand why he would be with someone like me.”

“Someone like you? You mean a beautiful soul who balances out Jaehyun’s energy perfectly?”

The sudden compliment catches you off-guard, but Sungho instantly shuts down your attempt to interrupt. 

“No, no, no, let me finish. Y/N, you are amazing. Anyone who spends five minutes with you can see that. And who cares if most people on campus don’t know that? They don’t know you, and that’s okay. You don’t have to know everyone on campus, because that’s not you. And you know who sees you for you?”

“Who?”

“Jaehyun,” Sungho says with a soft finality. “Do you like spending time with him?”

You swallow thickly, a sudden wave of emotion tightening your throat. “Of course I do. He’s…he’s great.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“But what if he doesn’t think that I’m great?”

Sungho chuckles. “Have you seen the way he looks at you? Of course he thinks you’re great.”

The confidence behind his statement throws you for a loop, not because you don’t believe it, but because you truly haven’t thought about it. 

“Sungho, how does he look at me?”

Sungho is silent for a second, clearly mulling over his words. When he finds the right ones, his face brightens into a smile. 

“Like you’re the reason the sun rises every morning.”

.         .         .

You didn’t imagine that you’d be standing in front of Jaehyun’s door that very next evening, palms sweating and heart beating out of your chest. His dorm is in an old building, the thin walls allowing every sound to be heard. It seems like Jaehyun’s playing some soft music, but there are no voices to indicate anyone else being around. With a shaking fist, you knock on the door. 

The smile that greets you is faint but saccharine sweet, dripping with a genuine welcoming aura that only Jaehyun could manage. When he registers your presence, a hint of shock crosses his face, but the smile never once falters. 

“Y/N!” He exclaims warmly. “I didn’t know you were dropping by.”

You suddenly feel self conscious despite the man’s friendly tone. “Y-yeah, I just, uh…I wanted to talk.”

Jaehyun’s smile grows impossibly wider, its brightness burning a hole in your thoracic cavity. You imagine that your heart is attempting to leap right through it, to lay itself in a fleshy heap at Jaehyun’s feet. Knowing the man, he would simply scoop up the organ, tucking it somewhere safe before mopping up the blood. 

“Sure, come on in.”

The ease with which Jaehyun invites you in creates a new thread of anxiety that begins to fray in your brain. How does it all come so naturally to him? How is being so authentically himself not draining in the slightest? How can he face no fears in letting you in, letting you see him fully?

The answers lie within his dorm. The room is quite cramped, which is typical for a single dorm, but it’s filled to the brim with everything that makes Jaehyun himself. The curtains on the wall are a deep blue, dark enough to dampen some of the sunlight that his eastern facing window lets in. Every shelf is stacked high with trinkets and photos, each one contributing their own array of color to the space. It’s neat, but carefree. It’s standard, but personal. You envy Jaehyun’s knack for decorating.

“Come sit,” Jaehyun motions, patting a spot next to him on the bed. “Can I get you anything?”

At your lack of response, Jaehyun looks perplexed, smile finally dropping from his face. His cheeks naturally puff out into a pout, plush lips turning downward. 

“Y/N, is something wrong?”

It takes everything in you to not submit to his expression and the concerned lilt in his voice and go back on everything you set out to say. Instead, you steel your nerves as you sit, ready to say everything that has been heavy on your heart. 

“Everyone says hi to you.”

Okay, so maybe not the best start. 

“I mean that everyone says hi to you and it can be kind of weird for me,” you continue. “Everyone just looks at me like we don’t go together, like I don’t deserve you or something. I mean, don’t you think you should be with someone a little more outgoing, a little more popular?”

There’s a moment of silence, intensified by your baited breath. Jaehyun just regards you curiously, rounded nose twitching like a perplexed bunny. After a second, the man bursts into full bellied laughter. 

“Y/N, are you serious?”

A stinging heat rises to your cheeks, an embarrassment you have never known before surfacing the longer Jaehyun chuckles. The man seems to sense his mistake after a moment, his peaks of laughter settling into a warm smile instead. 

“Hey, look at me.”

It takes everything in your power to comply to Jaehyun’s request, cheeks only heating further when you return his gaze. His eyes seem to sparkle under the artificial fluorescence of the dorm room lighting, highlighting the endless depths of his irises. You begin to understand why people write anthologies on their lovers’ gazes. 

“Fuck them.” At your obvious confusion, Jaehyun chuckles, but continues. “Seriously, fuck them. Y/N, I like you. I couldn’t care less about who knows you or who you know or what randoms on campus think.”

“B-but you’re so loud and boisterous and personal and I’m just…not.”

Jaehyun’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckles again, full cheeks beginning to take on a pinkish hue. “And that’s what I like about you. You’re more reserved; you’re smart; you make me laugh like no other. When I first spoke to you in the library, I meant every word I said. I didn’t like you because I thought you were like me. I like you because you’re you.”

The words rush over you like a bucket of ice water. Maybe it’s the calm, soothing tone of Jaehyun’s voice, or the way his eyes shine with an unforeseen sincerity that makes you realize that he means it. Your mind had always fixated on the fact that Jaehyun liked you despite your differences, never once considering the fact that he liked you because of them. 

“You mean it?” You hate the way your voice comes out thin and small, as if needing to be built up by Jaehyun’s reassurance. 

The man in question just smiles, leaning forward to caress your cheek. It’s instinctual, the way you nuzzle further into his touch. If anything, he seems even more pleased by your subconscious action, thumb stroking the height of your cheekbone. 

“Of course I mean it. I’ve meant everything that I’ve ever said to you.”

“Even that you like me?”

Jaehyun barely contains a snort. “Especially that I like you.”

The room is still for a moment, the only movement coming from the rhythmic stroke of Jaehyun’s fingers over your cheekbone. It’s easy to get lost in the tiny space, in the even tinier moment. You and Jaehyun are the only beings to exist here, the only witnesses to your closeness being the various figurines strewn across the dorm room. 

“You know,” Jaehyun starts after the moment. “I was going to ask you something for our next date, but I think I should just ask you now.”

Now it’s your turn to fall into confusion, brows knitting at the man’s confession. “Ask me what?”

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

In the abstract, you should have seen it coming. He just spent the last few minutes assuring you that he likes you, and after a few dates, this would be the logical next step. And yet, surprise hits you like a tidal wave, completely throwing you off kilter. 

“Girlfriend?”

Jaehyun chuckles, cheeks dimpling with the force of his smile. “Yes, girlfriend. I want you to be mine.”

Your tiny “me too” is barely out before Jaehyun is surging forward. His kiss hits you like a zap of electricity, sending signals flying up your spine. It’s much different from the first time he kissed you a few weeks ago, after you had both been tired and frozen to your core from the ice skating rink. 

Back then, he kissed you like he was trying to warm you up. Now, he’s kissing you like he wants to melt you. 

His hands stroke up the length of your thigh and hip, reminding you just how not ideal this position is. Sitting side by side while your necks crane towards each other is far from comfortable. But the warmth of Jaehyun’s palm against the fabric of your pants combined with the feverish way his lips claim yours makes any complaint you’d have die on your tongue. 

You learn that Jaehyun is the exact opposite type of lover than you expected. Instead of energetic and demanding, he’s calm and reassuring. His touch is reverent as it explores the planes of your body, taking you apart as if you have all the time in the world. His body meets yours in a rhythmic crash of waves against shores, pace increasing as you both crest to your highest peak, just for the waves to come crashing down again. 

It’s only when it’s over, and the two of you lay side by side in the cramped twin XL bed that you realize Jaehyun is far from the sun. He doesn’t burn you, nor does he drain your energy like evaporating water from a pavement. 

Instead, he provides an all consuming comfort, the kind of warmth that comes from a campfire in the crisp chill of winter. He wraps around you and protects you from the harshness of the elements. He’s a space of relaxation, ease, a pulsing love that grows stronger with each blow of the wind. He’s a different kind of serenity. 

A campfire only burns bright under the dark cover of night, the calm glow of the moon shining down on it all. For once, you allow yourself to get as close as you’d like, knowing that Jaehyun’s fire will never burn you. 

.FIN.

[lovelyannoyingcher]

So fucking sweet <3

enchantress | l.at

word count: 2.3k

contains: themes of insecurity and self-love, softdom!anton x sub!reader, petnames (darling, love), body worship, titsucking, oral (f. receiving), breeding

synopsis: surprising anton with a new lingerie set and showing a new, confident side of yourself definitely turned him on. when you implied something negative about yourself, he knew he had to show you just how much he loves you.

you’d decided to treat yourself by buying some lingerie while anton, your boyfriend, was busy at work. recently, you’d found a new sense of confidence blossoming within you, and you wanted to embrace it by trying something new. when you saw the soft pink babydoll displayed on the hanger, you couldn’t resist. the lace was delicate, the fabric light and it had you enthusiastic in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. you hesitated at first, questioning if it was really “you” but when you looked at yourself in the bedroom mirror, you knew you’d made the right choice.

the soft pink complemented you perfectly, and the delicate lace and flowing fabric highlighted your figure in a way that was so flattering, unlike any lingerie you’d ever tried on. the lace trim along the neckline added just the right amount of elegance, and the tiny ribbon bow at the centre gave it a playful, romantic touch. as you turned to look at the dress from different angles, you noticed how the hemline, with its matching lace trim, danced lightly around your thighs. the matching panties that came with it brought everything together in your eyes; they complemented the dress perfectly. but it wasn’t just about how it looked, it was about how it made you feel. there was something freeing about wearing something so soft and pretty. you felt so beautiful, and that sense of newfound confidence settled over you like a blanket; warm and comforting.

you took a deep breath, appreciating the way the fabric moved with you, the way it felt so soft against your skin. to you, this felt like more than just a piece of lingerie, it was a small step towards loving yourself, a reminder that you’re beautiful the way you are. you desperately wanted to take pictures to show anton but you ultimately decided to surprise him when he got home instead. the thought of him seeing you like this, in a way he didn’t usually, sent a thrill through you. of course, he loved you just as you were but there was something so precious and intimate about presenting this side of yourself to him. it was about embracing the confidence you were beginning to feel, and sharing that with the man you love.

you spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready for anton to come home. you put on the perfume he always complimented you on and applied minimal makeup, just enough to enhance your natural features. you wanted everything to be perfect, down to every detail. as the hours went by, the anticipation kept building inside you. you sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other with the lingerie flowing around you. the wait for him felt like an eternity but the idea of seeing anton’s reaction made the anticipation worthwhile. your phone suddenly buzzed and you glanced down to see a message from anton:

toni ♡: on my way home darling. i can’t wait to see you <3

you smiled to yourself as you read his message, knowing that he had no idea what he was walking into. you quickly typed out a reply, keeping it simple not to reveal anything to him.

you: i can’t wait either, i missed you so much :(

a slight feeling of giddiness flowed through you, as if it were the start of your relationship all over again. the butterflies in your stomach fluttered as you stood up to glance around the softly lit room one more time. everything was perfect, just the way you’d imagined it. the soft pink babydoll, the lamps, the smell of his favourite perfume all came together in your own intimate bubble you had curated. you smoothed your hands over the fabric, taking one last look in the mirror before sitting down in the same position as earlier.

you heard the familiar sound of anton’s key turning in the lock and your heart skipped a beat. it was finally time for him to see a new side of you; a girl who feels confident, beautiful, and comfortable in her own skin. the door clicked open and you could hear his footsteps, heavier than usual from a long day of work. you heard him place his keys on the windowsill, followed by the sound of him hanging up his jacket. your pulse quickened as his footsteps grew closer, and the bedroom door slowly creaked open. anton stepped into the room, his tired eyes quickly finding you in the dim, ambient light. he froze for a second, as though the sight of you had taken his breath away. his eyes widened slightly, and the exhaustion that was behind them before seemed to vanish.

"wow," he finally managed, his voice soft but filled with awe. he took a few more steps toward you, his gaze never leaving yours, drinking in the sight of you. the room was quiet apart from the soft sound of his footsteps and the distant hum of the city outside, but all you could focus on was how he was looking at you. as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered. you uncrossed your legs and stood up, feeling the fabric of the lingerie brush lightly against your skin as you walked toward him. "like it?" you asked, your voice a little breathless.

anton swallowed, his eyes slowly trailing over every inch of you. “like it?” he repeated softly. “i love it, darling.” you smiled at him, feeling your heart race at his reaction. you could clearly see the effect you had on him, the way his eyes glinted with a sense of yearning as he stepped closer. the urge to tease him was strong, laying your soft fingers on his chest, letting them trace slowly down the material of his t-shirt, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. “you know, i actually feel… pretty,” you said with a playful tone, eyes glimmering as you watched his reaction closely. you could tell he was frustrated by your words by his furrowed brow as he placed his large hands on either side of your face, tilting your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

“you say that as if you haven’t always been,” he said firmly yet tenderly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you’ve always been perfect to me, don’t you realise that?” he continued, punctuating each word with soft kisses, placing them wherever he could on your face. “but i haven-” you began, unable to even finish your last word before anton pushed you as gently as he could onto the bed, hovering over you as his eyes refused to leave you. he silenced your protest with another deep, passionate kiss, his tongue sliding in your mouth. his hands slid down your sides to grip your hips possessively. “shhh,” he whispered playfully against your lips. “please, let me show you how much i adore you.”

and with your nod of approval, he started leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck, lightly sucking to leave pretty marks across your skin, each little one deliberate, a way of reminding you of your beauty. “you’re my pretty girl, y/n,” he breathed against your skin as he continued, “and i’m gonna make sure you never doubt how perfect you are again.” you moaned softly at his words, hands threading through his hair as he went further down, eventually reaching your tits. he groaned at the sensation, arching into your touch as he fully focused on your tits. his warm breath fanned across the delicate material covering your nipples as he spoke in a low yet soft tone, “so responsive for me,” he nibbled gently on the swell of your breast through the fabric before using his thumbs to rub circles on your hardened nipples, making whimpers fall from your lips.

“wanna taste you,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “need those perfect tits in my mouth.” without waiting for an answer, he hooked his fingers into the sides of the babydoll, pulling the flimsy material down, exposing your bare tits to his hungry gaze. you could tell by his eyes how much he adored you as he drank in the sight of you, eyes darkening with lust. he dipped his head, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud with his free hand reached down to cup and knead your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. “so good,” he purred, nuzzling your flesh as he continued. he released your nipple with a pop, gazing up at you with a sweet yet heated expression. “could spend hours worshipping these beautiful tits…”

your hands found his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as his lips returned to your tits, switching over. “toni… feels so good,” you moaned softly, making direct eye contact with him. his adoring eyes met yours, filled with lust as he heard your praise. he alternated between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue over your sensitive nipples with his hands roaming your curves. “that’s it, darling. let me hear you,” he coaxed, voice a deep hum against your skin. he captured your nipple between his teeth, tugging lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.

you felt his hands move lower down your body while he trailed kisses down your stomach, pausing to whisper praises under his breath before continuing. his hands skimmed your hips, squeezing them as he settled between your thighs. “smell so perfect, as always,” he inhaled deeply, savouring your sweet scent before dipping his head to press tender kisses to your inner thighs. “need to taste you, please,” he murmured, his breath hot against your wet pussy.

he placed a series of open-mouthed kisses along your slick folds. he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to make you quiver. he delved deeper, sliding his tongue inside you and lapping at your walls. he groaned at your taste, his desperation to be inside you growing. “you’re so perfect, taste so perfect too,” he praised softly as he pumped 2 fingers into you, curling them deep to hit that sensitive spot as he continued to lick and suck at your clit.

“need to be inside you, god i can’t wait any longer,” anton groaned needily. “do it toni, please,” you replied, your desperation clear. with a final swipe of his tongue over your clit, e got up and quickly shed his clothes, revealing his perfect physique and impressive cock. he climbed back onto the bed eagerly, positioning himself between your spread thighs. “i can’t resist when you look so beautiful like this, sweetheart,” he whispered, rubbing the tip against your entrance before he buried himself inside you with a swift thrust. a guttural moan escaped his lips at the feeling of your heat enveloping him.

“fuck yes, you feel so good,” he groaned as he began to move, setting a steady pace as he watched himself go in and out of your pussy. “an-anton… mmm,” you whimpered as you maintained eye contact, your tits bouncing at his thrusts. anton gazed into your eyes, drinking in the sight of your tits and the way your face contorted with pleasure. he reached up to cup your breasts, thumbing your nipples as he picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“look at you, taking my cock so well,” anton praised, voice dripping in admiration. “you’re so good to me, so perfect…” he continued, as he leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue dancing with yours as he continued to thrust into your welcoming heat. he felt you moaning softly in his mouth, using the reaction to fuel his own desire, pounding into you with increasing need. he broke the kiss to trail his lips along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your earlobe as he murmured, “you’re perfect for me aren’t you? all of you was made for me, hm?” his words were punctuated with his deep, powerful thrusts that had you crying out his name in ecstasy.

“say it, love… tell me how flawless you are,” he uttered softly as he angled his hips to hit that special spot inside you, determined to push you over the edge and hear you say the words he wanted to hear. “i-i-i’m-” you stuttered, barely able to speak due to the pleasure. anton, knowing this, slammed into you harder as he urged you to the edge. “come on darling, tell me… i know you can,” he uttered again, his voice laced with desire and adoration. “say it, that you’re perfect,” he gripped your hips tighter now, grinding against you as he neared his own peak. “god, i love you so much… you’re everything to me…” his heartfelt words poured out in a rush as he chased his orgasm.

“i’m perfect toni, just for you,” you whimpered, your orgasm fast approaching. the moment you let out those precious words, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. his thrusts made his tip kiss your cervix as your orgasm crashed over you, his cock twitching. “yes love, you’re perfect… absolutely perfect… never forget it…” he groaned, feeling your pussy milk his cock as he thrusted a few more times. “gonna fill you up, make your tummy nice and round, even more perfect for me,” he gasped, vision blurring as he spilled himself deep inside your quivering pussy. “god, y/n…” he panted, collapsing on top of you as you both floated down from your high.

after a few moments to catch his breath, anton lifted his head to gaze lovingly at you, still held in his arms. a contented smile played on his lips as he stroked your hair gently. “you know you’re always so good for me, right?” he praised, his voice warm and adoring, “you’re perfect and i love you more than life itself.” he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his heart swelling with emotion. “i love you more, toni,” you replied, the brightest smile on your face.

“my perfect girl, never forget how perfect you are.”

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ღ Destroy you completely

ღ Serial killer Anton! x corrupt detective reader

ღ Warnings: violence, psychological manipulation, obsession and toxic relationships, sexual content, moral ambiguity, corruption, swearing, death.

She never anticipated that her final case would haunt her in ways she could scarcely comprehend. The city had been gripped by a series of grisly murders. For years, she had pursued his shadow, relentless in her quest, until a few weeks ago when an opportunity too tantalising to resist presented itself before her: the chance to confront him face to face. But this encounter proved far more perilous than she had imagined. No revelation, no breakthrough, only a tangled web of obsession and desire, a pull so intoxicating that it left her powerless to break free. She had sought to unmask the monster, but in doing so, she had found herself ensnared—consumed by a yearning she could neither deny nor escape

The clock struck midnight, and the bar was nearly empty, save a few drunks nursing the last of their drinks. You sat in the back observing the crowd, both of your fingers drumming on the sticky table. Whilst and untouched whiskey and coke sat static on the table. You didn’t dare tell anyone where you were going - you couldn’t. They’d never understand why she came here, week after week, to meet the very man she was supposed to arrest.

He arrived like a shadow, slipping into the seat across from her without so much as a sound, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he studied you. He was beautiful in a dangerous way– dark hair, sharp jawline , pointed nose and eyes that seemed to pierce through anyone who dared look at him. You knew immediately it was him. The way he carried himself, the faint smile tugging at his lips as if he were in on a secret no one else could decipher– it all screamed guilty.

"Punctual as always," he remarked, his voice low and velvety. "I don’t have time for your bullshit nonsense tonight, Anton," you snapped, though the rapid pounding of your heart betrayed the calm you tried to project. "Don’t you?" he responded, his fingers reaching for the untouched whiskey, drawing it slowly across the table before cradling the glass in his hands. With deliberate precision, he slid a folded piece of paper towards you. You hesitated, your gaze flicking between the paper and his watchful eyes."Go ahead," he murmured, lifting his whiskey and coke to his lips. You watched as his throat bobbed with the smooth motion of the liquid sliding down. "Open it," he coaxed, his voice low and enticing. " I know you’re dying to know."

Your fingers trembled slightly as you touched and unfolded the note. A single set of coordinates were scrawled in his elegant handwriting you had become all too familiar with. You felt the familiar mix of dread and adrenaline. ‘What’s this?’ you spat out.

‘You already know the answer to this’ He said leaning back with a smirk ‘you’re going to find a body there, just like the others’. ‘Why are you doing this?’ You hissed, leaning in. ‘Why not just stop? Or better yet, turn yourself in”

He laughed softly, and it made your skin crawl–in a way you hate to admit, it felt thrilling, it's a sound that would haunt your wildest fantasies for months to come. ‘Because you’d miss me if I stopped. Admit it, detective. This is the highlight of your sad miserable week.’

‘You're insane’ You stuttered out

‘And yet here you ’ he tilted his head, his expression darkening. ‘What does that make you detective?’

For a moment, you couldn't speak. His words cut deeper than you expected. You hated that he wasn't entirely wrong ‘You’ll slip up eventually,” you said, forcing steel into your voice “and when you do i won't hesitate to bring you down, you sick fuck” ‘I look forward to it” Anton stood, his moves graceful, sharp and deliberate “until next friday detective.”

"OH and What kind of flowers do you like?" His voice was smooth, almost casual, but there was something about the way he asked that made you pause. It was a question you never expected him to ask.

Caught off guard, you swallowed, momentarily distracted. You hadn’t prepared for this. "White roses," You said, your voice showing a hint of hesitation. It was an odd admission, one that felt too intimate, too personal in the moment. Why had he asked? And why had you answered?

His lips twitched into something resembling a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He nodded slowly, as if processing your answer, then turned.

He departed without another word, leaving you alone in the dimly lit bar, fixated on the note clutched in your hands. Every Friday after your encounters, you swear to yourself that next time you’ll finally turn him in—that this will be the last time you indulge in his twisted game. This will be the last time you go home and to touch yourself consumed by the dark, twisted thoughts of him— images of him ruining you plaguing your mind, as come down from your climax the disgust and confusion running rampant in your thoughts afterwards. Yet, with each passing week, your resolve weakens, fading with every clandestine meeting in the shadows of the night. You should go straight to your team with the clue, expose him once and for all. But instead, you slip the note into your pocket and drain the remaining whiskey in a single, bitter gulp.

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The crime scene reeked of decay and damp earth. You stood with your team in the, the corpse sprawled on the forest floor, exactly where the note had said it would be. The victim was young, no younger than the 24– male, his throat slit with surgical precision. A single white rose lay delicately on his chest. This wasn’t like the others. No, this time, he was taunting you, playing a game with higher stakes. He wasn’t just leaving a message anymore—he was pulling you directly into the chaos, making you a part of it. This was an escalation, and you could feel it, the tension in the air thickening with every passing second.

You stood frozen for a moment, staring at the rose, your heart beating faster, quicker than it should. A strange, uneasy thrill coiled in your chest. But as much as you tried to deny it, there was something undeniably personal about it. Something that made your breath catch.

The flower—his flower—felt like a secret shared only between the two of you, a bond you weren't ready to acknowledge. It was a twisted, dangerous connection, and yet... part of you liked it. you hated herself for it, for how your fingers lingered a fraction too long when you brushed the petals, how the white of the rose seemed to burn into your mind.

You couldn't admit it, not yet. Not to yourself. But deep down, beneath the deflection and the guilt, there was a small, quiet part of you that was charmed. And that terrified you more than anything else

Your partner, Detective Lee Sohee stood beside you, his face pale, he always was weak when It came to crime scenes. “This guy’s a ghost’ he muttered, shaking his head ‘No prints, No DNA, no nothing how does he do it”

"He’s meticulous," you said, keeping your voice as neutral as possible. You had to—there was no room for weakness. You couldn’t let them sense the guilt gnawing away at you. You knew, deep down, that you were partly to blame for why they hadn’t caught him yet. The first few murders had been messy, almost careless, but now? Now, the scene was always clean, precise. DNA and evidence once scattered across the crime scene were gone, meticulously erased. Whether he knew it or not, whether it was intentional or not, you had removed the breadcrumbs he'd left behind. You didn’t know why you did it; you just did. There was a fierce, inexplicable urge to protect him, a compulsion that had gripped you long before your Friday night meetings had even begun. You were obsessed. You couldn’t help it. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Sohee glanced at you “What’s wrong with you, you’re too fucking calm, you’ve been like this for the past few weeks now, how isn’t this driving you up the wall why aren’t you angry, you’ve been weird about these cases from the start’ Sohee spat out

‘I’m focused, unlike you, and watch how you speak to me I’m your fucking superior’ you snapped back

Sohee raised his hands in mock surrender “alright alright, but seriously, what’s his deal, why the roses all of a sudden?’. The question hit too close to home for you ‘I don’t know’, you lied, stepping close to the body to avoid his gaze. You stared down at the victim, your stomach churning you could amost hear his voice in your head. You'd miss me if I stopped.

"We've got something," one of the scenes-of-crime officers said, her head turning in your direction. "What is it?" you asked, trying to mask the unease creeping into your voice as Sohee rushed towards you, her urgency palpable. "We've got a partial print on one of the rose petals."

Your stomach sank. A print? That wasn’t part of the plan.

“Have you run it yet?" you asked, maintaining a steady tone, though every muscle in your body tensed. "Not yet," the officer replied. "The lab's processing it now, but if it’s his…" She didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication hung in the air like a threat.

If it was his, it was over. You nodded, forcing a tight smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "That’s good news." But it wasn’t. Not for you.

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The evidence lab was quiet. Most of the team had gone home, leaving you alone with your thoughts-and your plan. The rose sat on the counter in a clear evidence bag, its beauty undiminished even under the harsh fluorescent lights. You stared at it, your fingers itching to touch it. It was yours. He'd left it for you. You glanced around to make sure no one was watching before slipping the bag into your coat pocket. The guilt came immediately, but you shoved it down. It wasn't like this was the first line you'd crossed. And it wouldn't be the last, for him.

The hum of the computer filled the room as you sat down at the evidence desk, logging into the system with shaking hands. You shouldn't be doing this. But you were.

The file was easy to find-too easy. The partial print had already been flagged as a potential match, though the lab hadn't completed the analysis yet. A few more hours, and they'd know.Your finger hovered over the keyboard.

You can stop this. But could you?

You thought of him, his dark eyes, the way his voice curled around your name.

You thought of the way he looked at you, like he knew all your secrets, all the parts of yourself you tried to hide And then you thought of the rose in your pocket, its petals soft and perfect.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you deleted the file. It was done.

You sat back in the chair, your heart pounding as the screen went blank.

You'd erased it completely-any trace of the print, any chance of connecting it to him. The guilt hit you like a freight train, but it was drowned out by something else. Relief. For now, he was safe. And so were you. You pulled the rose from your pocket as you left the lab, holding it carefully in your hands. It was beautiful. Fragile. Just like the thread you were walking. But you couldn't stop now. You were too far gone.

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The water cascades over you in a steady stream, hot enough to sting, but you don’t care. It’s the only thing that grounds you right now. You scrub at your skin as though you could wash away the weight of everything—the guilt, the twisted pull of his presence that clings to you like a second skin.

But no matter how much you scrub, the feel of him lingers, faint but unmistakable. The rose you’d stolen from the lab—a single white bloom—sits in your room now, on display as if it belongs there. It’s a silent reminder of everything you’ve allowed to unfold, and it makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t quite explain.

You try to push the thoughts out of your mind, but they invade anyway, like they always do. His smile. His words. The way his gaze never left you, how it felt like he was seeing right through your carefully constructed walls.

You reach for the soap, your movements mechanical, but your mind is somewhere else entirely. The lab. The print you’d erased. The photo you’d taken of the rose, carefully framed, every detail studied.

You promised yourself it was for the case. That you were doing your job. But you know that’s not true.

Your eyes flicker toward the small, hidden space behind the bathroom mirror, the one where you’ve kept the evidence. But it’s not just the evidence now. It’s the collection—the wall in your room, covered in pictures of him. Every photo, every trace, meticulously arranged like a shrine to a monster. You tell yourself it's for the investigation. But even you can’t deny the lie anymore. It’s not. It’s obsession.

The white rose on your desk, now slightly wilted from being removed from its delicate glass case, is the final piece of the puzzle. A trophy. A token. A connection between the two of you that no one else can understand.

You step out of the shower, the steam heavy in the room, and the weight of your actions crashes into you once again. There’s no going back now. You've crossed a line, and you don’t know how to return from it.

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It was friday, The bar felt darker than usual, the hum of low conversations and clinking glasses fading into background noise as you sat in the booth, waiting. You’d arrived early—not because you had to, but because you couldn’t stop yourself.

Your heart was racing, your palms slightly damp despite how still you tried to keep them on the table. You told yourself it was anger. Frustration. The need to finally corner him and break this cycle he’d trapped you in.

But deep down, you knew better.

You weren’t just here for answers. You were here for him.

You hated how much space he took up in your head, how he lingered in your thoughts even when you told yourself you were focused on the case. You hated the way your pulse quickened when you thought about his smirk, the low rumble of his voice, the way he looked at you like he could see every secret you’d ever tried to bury.

It made you sick.

It made you want him more.

The sound of footsteps pulled you from your thoughts, and there he was, walking toward you like he owned the room. He always moved like that—confident, deliberate, like he was untouchable.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, but you forced yourself to stay still, your expression neutral. You wouldn’t let him see the effect he had on you.

But he always saw, didn’t he?

He slid into the booth across from you, his eyes meeting yours with that same maddening glint of amusement. He didn’t say anything at first, just leaned back and let the silence stretch, like he was daring you to speak first.

“Nice of you to show up,” you said, your voice calm, steady. He smirked. “You look like you’ve been waiting for me.”

Your stomach twisted at the accuracy of his words, but you didn’t let it show. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said coolly, though you both knew it was a lie.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, his tone dripping with mock sincerity. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

The way he called you baby made your breath hitch, but you covered it by reaching for your drink. You hated how easily he got under your skin, how every word felt like a challenge you couldn’t help but rise to.

“Cut the crap,” you said, leaning forward. “If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, I’m leaving.”

His smirk widened, and for a moment, you thought you saw something darker in his eyes. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice low. “You’re exactly where you want to be.”

You clenched your fists under the table, the truth of his words hitting you harder than you wanted to admit. You told yourself it was the job, the need for justice, but it wasn’t just that. It was him.

And you hated that he knew it.

‘You’re unravveling’ he said his voice soft but cutting ‘i can see it’ your jaw tighted ‘I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about im doing just fine’ "Are you?" His voice drops lower, smooth and laced with an unsettling calm as he leans forward, eyes locking onto yours with a predatory intensity. "You're tampering with the evidence I purposely left behind."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. For a split second, you're frozen, your mind struggling to process what he just implied. He… left the evidence behind on purpose? You had thought it was an oversight, a mistake, something careless. But now, the pieces click together. Every move he'd made, every step he'd taken, it was all a game—his game, and you were a player whether you liked it or not.

You're not just chasing shadows anymore. You're tangled in his web.

A chill runs down your spine, but you can't deny it. You feel a twisted sense of... pride? You’ve been caught in his game, yes—but you're also the only one he's ever let play by the rules. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" he murmurs, his voice a velvet caress against the jagged edge of the truth you're only beginning to see. "You’ve been erasing my breadcrumbs, protecting my secrets. You’ve embraced it, haven’t you?" Your breath hitches, a tightening sensation settling in your chest. You hate it, but you feel it—the pull, the draw, that thing inside you that feels inexplicably... alive when you're with him. You've been a part of this all along, whether you wanted to admit it or not. And now, you’re standing here, caught in his gaze, knowing that everything you’ve done up to this point has led to this moment.

He shifts slightly, a subtle movement, and then he reaches into his coat pocket. When his hand emerges, it's holding something small—something delicate. You don't need to see it to know what it is. A white rose. The same rose, the same symbol he’s left with the last body

"Did you notice it, detective?" he says, his voice now a low murmur, dangerously close. "The rose I left on the body… for you."

Your throat tightens. You can’t quite explain it, but there's something about that rose, something about him, that stings in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant. Your pulse quickens, the sensation crawling under your skin like the faintest whisper of a secret you don’t want to keep.

"Everything I’ve done, every step, has been for you to find. To understand," he continues, eyes never leaving yours. "You were never just part of the chase. You were meant to be my equal. My partner."

A cold shiver snakes down your spine. "Partner?" you echo, though the word feels foreign on your tongue.

He smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that promises destruction. "You have a choice, detective. You can stand with me… or you can stand against me. But understand this," he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "if you choose the latter, you’ll be hunting me forever. And you’ll never catch me."

"Why are you doing this to me?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because you're like me," he said simply. "You just haven't admitted it yet." "I'm nothing like you." "You're obsessed, With me, with the chase, with the darkness inside you. And you hate it, don't you? You hate how much you need this." "Shut up," You hissed, her hands curling into fists on the table. "You're going to have to choose," he said, his tone soft but unrelenting. "Them or me. The badge or the thrill. You can't have both." You stared at him, your chest heaving. "This isn't a game." "Oh, but it is," he said, his smirk returning. "And you're losing, Detective." His words hang in the air like a warning, like an invitation. Your fingers itch to grab your gun, to end this once and for all. It would be so easy—pull the trigger, silence him forever, end the chaos he’s woven into your life.

But you can’t move.

You’re frozen, caught in his web, his presence wrapping around you like a noose. The anger in your chest burns, but it’s tangled with something else—something darker, something you can’t name.

He stands slowly, towering over you, his shadow casting long across the table. Your breath catches, and for a fleeting moment, you think he might touch you. The idea terrifies you. It excites you.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he leans down, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. His voice is low, smooth as silk, but it cuts through you like a knife.

“See you next Friday,” he whispers.

And then he’s gone, the air around you suddenly too empty, too cold. You don’t move for a long time, your mind spinning, your heart pounding against your ribs. You should hate him. You should want to stop him. But the truth settles over you like a weight you can’t shake.

You don’t want to catch him.

You want to keep him.

He’s leaving you with a decision. One that will alter the course of everything.

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The dim light of Anton’s apartment cast long shadows across the walls, the only sound the faint ticking of an old clock. Anton stood by the window, sipping whiskey as he watched the city below. From up here, the world seemed so small, so insignificant. And yet, somewhere out there, you were thinking about him.

You always were.

He smirked at the thought, setting the glass down on the windowsill. You had no idea how deeply you were tangled in his web. You believed you were playing his game, but the truth was, you were the game. Every move you made was exactly what he wanted— your frustration, your obsession, your desperation. You thought you were chasing him, but really, he was leading you, step by step, toward your own undoing.

You fascinated Anton in a way no one else ever had. You were relentless, brilliant even, but there was something broken in you—a crack in your armor that you couldn't resist poking at. You didn't realize it yet, but you were just like him.

And that was why Anton couldn't let you go.

He turned away from the window, crossing the room to his desk. A single white rose sat in a small vase, its petals pristine and soft. He reached out, brushing his fingers against them, his mind drifting back to their last meeting.

The look in your eyes when he leaned in, the way your breath hitched just slightly— you hated him, yes, but there was something else there, too. Something darker.

You wanted him. Maybe not consciously, not yet, but it was there, simmering beneath the surface. He could feel it every time they spoke, every time you looked at him like you were trying to decide whether to shoot him or kiss him.

And he was going to use that.

But not because he cared about you. No, whatever obsession he had with you was born of something far more twisted. He didn't want you. He wanted to break you. To watch you fall apart piece by piece, to see the fire in your eyes turn to ash.

Because in the end, you were just another puzzle to solve, another plaything to discard. And when you were done with her-when you were no longer useful, when you no longer entertained Anton—he would kill you.

He'd already planned it, of course. The where, the how, the little details he'd leave behind to taunt the rest of the department. Your death would be his masterpiece, the final act in their little game. But not yet.

No, not yet.

He wasn't finished with you. Not while you still served a purpose. As long as you protected him, erased evidence,and kept the wolves at bay, you were useful.

And as long as you remained obsessed with him, he could control you. The thought made him smile. You didn't realize it yet, but you were already his. You would never catch him because you didn't want to. You wanted him, the monster you were supposed to destroy. And when the time came, when you were too far gone to save yourself, he would take everything from you.

But for now, Anton would let you chase him. Let you believe you had a chance of catching him. It was more fun that way.

Anton picked up the rose, twirling it between his fingers before setting it back in the vase. He had another Friday night meeting to prepare for, after all. This one would be different. This one would be personal.

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The precinct buzzes with its usual hum of activity—phones ringing, voices overlapping, the occasional shuffle of papers. But it feels louder tonight, every sound grating against your nerves as you sit at your desk, staring at the case files spread out in front of you.

You’ve been here for hours, combing through the same evidence, reading the same lines over and over until the words blur together. It’s not helping. You know it won’t help. Still, you keep reading, pretending to be the dedicated detective they all think you are. Pretending you haven’t already made your choice.

“Detective?”

The voice makes you flinch, and you look up to see Sohee standing next to your desk, holding a stack of reports. His expression is somewhere between concern and exhaustion.

“You okay?” he asks, lowering his voice. “You’ve been on edge all day.” “I’m fine,” you snap, a little too quickly. He frowns, setting the reports down. “Doesn’t seem like it. You’ve been staring at the same file for the past hour.” You glance down at the papers in front of you, realizing he’s right. You’ve read this page at least five times, but you couldn’t recall a single word. “It’s nothing,” you mutter, closing the file and shoving it aside. “I just need to focus.” Sohee doesn’t move. “This is about the lab tampering, isn’t it?”

Your heart skips a beat, but you force yourself to keep your expression neutral. “What about it?” “We think someone erased the partial print,” he says, lowering his voice further. “IT’s running a trace now, but whoever did it knew what they were doing. This isn’t just a random mistake. Someone inside the department is covering for him.”

You feel the words hit you like a hammer, but you keep your face calm. Calm is all you have now. You shrug, feigning disinterest. “You don’t know that yet. It could’ve been a glitch.” Sohee narrows his eyes, studying you like he’s trying to peel back the layers. “A glitch doesn’t explain this. And I know this case is getting to you. You can talk to me, you know.” You hate the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the victim in all this. Like you’re struggling to stay afloat instead of swimming deeper into the abyss you chose.

“I said I’m fine,” you snap, pushing your chair back abruptly.

“Come o—” “I said I’m fine!” The words come out sharper than you intended, echoing in the room. A few heads turn, but you don’t care. Your chest feels tight, your pulse pounding in your ears. Without waiting for Sohee’s response, you grab your jacket and storm out of the room, the sound of your boots echoing against the tiled floor.

Outside, the cool night air hits you like a slap, but it doesn’t calm you. Your hands are shaking, your mind racing as you walk aimlessly, trying to outrun the weight of your choices.You’ve crossed so many lines now that you can’t even see them anymore. You’ve lied, tampered with evidence, betrayed the people you once called your team.

And for what? The answer settles in your chest like a stone.

For him.

You’ve made your choice. You don’t belong in the precinct anymore. You don’t belong with them. You belong to him, tangled in the web he’s spun around you. You pull your phone from your pocket, your fingers hovering over his number. For a moment, you hesitate, the ghost of the person you used to be whispering that it’s not too late to turn back.

But you know better.

You press the call button.

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The dim light of Anton’s apartment felt suffocating in its intimacy. The air was heavy with something unspoken, something electric, as you stood in the middle of the room, your eyes roaming over the neatly stacked case files and crime scene photos he'd laid out before you. Your fingers brushed the edge of one photo-an image you'd seen countless times on the precinct's evidence board. A young woman, her face frozen in a scream. You should have felt something. Horror. Revulsion. But instead, all you felt was a strange calm.

You weren't a detective anymore. Not really. "You wanted the truth," Anton said from the doorway, his voice low, almost bored. He sipped from a glass of whiskey, his sharp eyes watching you as if he were studying an experiment. "There it is."

"And you're giving it to me now? Why?"

"And you're giving it to me now? Why?" you asked, your voice soft, almost curious.

He smirked, setting his glass down on the counter and crossing the room with that predatory grace you'd come to recognize. "Because you've earned it, Detective. You've proven yourself...useful." The word stung, but you pushed the feeling away. "That's it? I'm useful?" Anton stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body. "You're more than that," he said, his voice dipping lower, almost tender. "You're like me."

The words hung in the air, and you felt your stomach tighten. "Like you," you repeated, searching his face for a lie. "Why me, Anton? Why did you choose me?" He smiled faintly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was almost gentle, but there was nothing gentle about the look in his eyes. "Because you understand," he murmured. "You don't even realize it yet, but you're just like me. The same darkness, the same hunger." Your breath hitched, and you hated how much you wanted to believe him. "I'm not like you," you whispered, even as your hands betrayed you, reaching for him, clutching his shirt like you needed to hold onto something solid. "No?" he asked, tilting his head. "Then why are you here, huh? Why did you cover for me? Why did you destroy that evidence?" You didn't have an answer. Or maybe you didn't want to say it out loud.

His lips curved into a knowing smirk, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You don't want to catch me. You want to keep me." The truth of his words hit you like a blow, and before you could stop yourself, you kissed him.

It was desperate, messy, full of everything you'd been holding back. He didn't hesitate, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you against him, his mouth claiming yours with a ferocity that made your knees weak.

Anton backed you toward the couch, your breaths mingling, your bodies pressing together like you couldn't get close enough. His hands slid under your shirt, his touch hot against your skin, and you shivered, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"Do you feel it now?" he murmured against your lips. "The darkness? It's in you, Detective. Just like it's in me

You gasped as he kissed along your jaw, his teeth grazing your skin. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts you didn't want to face, but his touch drowned them all out, leaving only the heat, the need.

He pushed you down onto the couch, his body hovering over yours, his weight grounding you as his hands explored, his lips tracing a line down your neck. You pulled him closer, your nails raking down his back, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer.

In that moment, you weren't a detective.

You weren't anything but his.

Your hands are on him, clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him like you need air. His hands are just as desperate, sliding over your waist, your back, anchoring you against him.

You don't know when you moved, but suddenly, you're pressed against the floor, his body caging yours in. His lips trail down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, and you shiver, your head falling back against the cool surface. "Is this what you wanted?" he murmurs against your throat, his voice dark and taunting. You don't answer. You can't. Your fingers are in his hair, pulling him closer, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as his hands explore every inch of you.

It's madness. It's destruction. And it's everything you've ever wanted.

You're soft under Anton’s hands, pliant, like clay waiting to be shaped. You don't even realize how far gone you are, how much you’ve already given up.

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Foolish girl.

Anton plays the part, whispering the words you want to hear, touching you in places only he knows, evoking his name in broken thrusts and whispering, letting you think this is something real. He bets you're already thinking about what comes next.

Only he know’s what's coming.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside, the sounds of distant sirens and muffled voices filtering through the window. You lay beside Anton, your breathing steady but shallow, your body still pressed close to his. Anton doesn’t dare move, staring at the ceiling with a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

You thought this meant something. He could feel it in the way you had clung to him, the way your lips trembled when you kissed him, as if you were giving in to something you’d been fighting for too long. The way you moaned his name when he thrusted into you, the way you grabbed onto his hair as he kissed you in your most sensitive place, the way you looked at him afterward, your dark eyes searching his face like you might find some kind of salvation there.

It was almost funny.

No, it was funny.

Poor you, Anton thought, suppressing a laugh. So desperate, so broken, so easy to manipulate. Of mutual surrender, but you didn't see the strings he'd been pulling from the very beginning. You didn't see that every step you’d taken— every decision, every compromise-had been orchestrated by him.

And now you were here, in his bed, completely at Anton’s mercy.

He turned his head slightly to look at you. Even now, you looked conflicted, like you were still trying to reconcile what you’d done. Your hair was a mess, your lips swollen, your face soft in the dim light. You looked vulnerable. Fragile.

You disgusted him.

Not because of what you’d done-no, Anton wanted this. Planned for it. But because you were so predictable, so human. You thought you were so so so different, so special, but in the end, you were just like everyone else. Easy to break, easy to control.

Anton turned back to the ceiling, his smirk widening. He could still feel your lips on his, the heat of your body against his, the weight of your trust pressing down on him like a gift he never asked for.

It was ironic, really. You thought you were getting closer to him, unraveling his secrets, but in reality, you were the one unraveling. You didn't even realize how far you’d fallen, how deep you were in his web.

Soon, Anton thought, his mind already spinning with ideas for what came next. He'd push you further, make you do things you’d never forgive yourself for. And when you were broken, when you had nothing left, Anton would be there to finish the job.

Because that was the endgame, wasn't it?

To destroy you completely.

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This fic is basically two dumb bitches telling each other exactly!