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Up In Flames - Part 1

→ Summary: When your sister calls with an emergency, you drop everything to house-sit while she’s out of town. What she forgets to mention is that her fiancé’s friend, a handsome stranger who might have saved your life earlier, is already expecting to stay there too. Awkwardly sharing the space, you manage to get through two weeks with Seungcheol—only to unexpectedly cross paths again when he saves you from another dangerous situation outside your therapist’s office.

Seungcheol, a wildland firefighter, is back in the city taking his leave and debating whether to join Station 17 or return home. While sorting out his own issues, he keeps finding himself in situations where he has to save you—the fiery, stubborn little sister of his best friend’s fiancée who has a terrible habit of calling him the most obnoxious nicknames ever. Despite your resistance to being rescued (and his denial of how much you affect him), the sparks between you two continue to ignite. As you grow closer, it’s only a matter of time before everything goes up in flames.

↠ seungcheol x f.reader | Part 1 = 18.9k (42.7k words total, i’m so sorry but also not really 🗿) | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, action, slow burn, firefighter au, author au, damsel in distress au, ‘let me help you’ wildland firefighter!cheol x ‘i can do it myself’ miss independent yet clumsy!reader

→ Warnings: fire, car accident, extreme burns, graphic & traumatic death of non-significant characters (read at your own risk!), seungcheol suffers from panic attacks and ptsd, solo masturbating (seungcheol gets a lil freaky in the bathroom one morning), grinding in a hot tub, fingering, protected & unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, oral sex, cheol is a proud muncher, body worship, taking plan b, jealous coups, slight possessive coups, breast play, nipple sucking & biting, dirty talk, soft sex, rough sex, creampie, praise, begging, aftercare, stripping, heavy teasing & banter, tongue fucking, cheol loves to rub himself through your fold, praise kink, semi-public sex (cheol fucks you hard against a firetruck), injury, cuts, smoke inhalation and other dangerous elements (again, please read at your own risk!)

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→ Author Note: thanks to maren @wooahaeproductions and lexi @heechwe for helping me come up with some of these funny nicknames used in here a few months back! this is the first fic of my station 17 collab, check it out here and stay tuned for the next fics from alta @haologram sevń @aaagustd and yannie @wonuwoe!!! dedicated to all my coups girlies, i know you’ll love this <3

“No, no, no! Oh c’mon! This can’t be happening right now,” you whine, twisting your body so you can see the damage done after hearing the dreadful sound of fabric tearing.

Yep, your pants just ripped. Want to know what’s even worse? Your pink hello kitty underwear is showing right through the large tear on your left butt cheek.

You curse under your breath and pull your shirt down, trying to cover up as much as you can. This would have never happened if you just said no to your best friend and older sister, Kate.

See, Kate is in a very committed, loving relationship, and has been for the past four years. Unlike you, who has been on at least fifty horrible first dates, sometimes even second dates that never seem to go anywhere, in that same time frame.

She set you up with this supposedly amazingly hot, ultra-rich, single and ‘ready to commit’ guy she knew through a friend of a friend, blah blah blah. You should have known then how tonight was going to go. Of all the blind dates you had been on, this one easily became the worst.

It started alright, with a cute Pho restaurant in the middle of downtown being the meeting place. Seojoon waited outside for you with an umbrella since it had started to sprinkle, and even held open the door and helped you in your seat once inside.

But his good manners stopped there. For the rest of the night, he was extremely rude to the wait staff and condescending toward you, making it a miserable experience.

Needless to say, he deserved what you did. After you finally had enough, you not-so-accidentally let a ‘my god, shut the fuck up already’ slip out of your mouth. And yeah, you might have told him he has the emotional intelligence of a toad (and even that was too kind compared to what you really wanted to say).

Quickly after, you excused yourself and were more than ready to leave. But then you saw them. The perfect couple seated in the front half of the restaurant; your ex and the woman he left you for.

Which is why you ended up hiding in the bathroom for fifteen minutes, before deciding that escaping through the small window would be the best option. You used the toilet at leverage to boost yourself up (that was the easy part), gripped onto a nearby tree branch to pull yourself out the window, and then jumped out. It was during the ‘jumping out’ part when your pants got stuck on the branch and proceeded to rip.

The plan wasn’t perfect but it got you out of there, with ripped pants, but what the hell. At least you’re on your way to your car now, rather than being stuck in there with the three most odious people you have ever suffered through knowing.

You make it maybe three blocks before giving up on trying to cover your ass. Whatever, you’re almost back to your car now anyway.

“Oh, what now?” you sigh, digging through your purse for your phone that’s ringing somewhere in there. Your sister’s face lights up the screen; she’s probably calling to see how your date went.

“I hate you,” you grumble while unlocking your car, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“What? Why?” Kate questions, “I was calling for a favor. I didn’t even get to that, so you can’t hate me yet.”

“Tonight was my date with Seojoon and it ended with me climbing out the bathroom window.”

“Oh, Seojoon is so old news. Actually, I should have set you up with–”

“No, I’m stopping you right there,” you say, interrupting her. “I’m not going on any more blind dates with terrible men that you barely know.”

“But–”

“No.”

Kate sighs on the other line, “Okay, fine. I’ll drop it for now. Can we jump to what I was calling about?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Jun’s father had a heart attack and we’re on the way to the airport, can you house-sit for the next two weeks?”

You hesitate to answer and she uses the opportunity to persuade you.

“I know it’s a lot to ask but our food is obviously free game, we have the coziest living room for movies, the hot tub just had its routine maintenance, and I’ll even let you bring Mika. Please, please, please!”

Mika is your sweet but sassy husky, and Kate usually can't stand all that hair. So she must be pretty desperate if she’s letting your energetic furball mess up her peaceful mountain cabin.

“Okay, yeah. I should be able to make that work. Maybe I can finish my next book while I’m up there.”

“Oh thank god!” she celebrates, relieved that you can help out. “You’re the best. I love you so much.”

“You better,” you remark.

“I have to go, so I’ll make it quick. There’s a note on the fridge with some house rules because I know you’d say yes. I’ll text you when we land. Okay, bye! Thank you!” She rushes, quickly hanging up on you before you have the chance to change your mind

It didn’t take very long to grab Mika, some clothes, and the essentials once you had gotten back. In less than half an hour, you had the car packed and ready to go.

You’re now about an hour into the drive up to Kate and Junhui’s mountain home. Your sister’s house-sitting favor couldn’t have come at a better time. You finally feel like you can write again.

A couple of years ago you self-published a fantasy romance book, and out of nowhere, it went viral on BookTok. It’s been nice living off the royalties from its success, but you know your readers want another. The problem is you’ve lacked focus lately; always finding an excuse or something else to do in your free time.

But that’s going to change in the next few days.

"Is that...snow?" you mutter, squinting through the windshield as tiny white flecks swirl down in front of you. It’s basically spring in the city and you haven’t seen snow in weeks, forgetting that the temperature is colder up here. With the high elevation, though, it makes sense.

Mika barks from the passenger seat, her tail thumping excitedly as the flakes fall heavier, dotting the windshield. She presses her nose to the passenger window, eagerly watching the world turn white. Unlike you, she loves the snow and all things cold.

You sigh, imagining yourself on a beach somewhere, basking in the sun, with the hint of frost in nowhere sight. But yet, here you are driving through a surprise snowstorm with a husky who’s living her best life.

You ease up on the gas, knowing that the roads are probably going to get icy soon. Mika’s barks become louder and more frequent.

"No, Mika-Ika-Poo," you say, using one of her many ridiculous nicknames. It's a habit of yours to give everyone, pets and people alike, the most absurd nicknames possible. "You have to be quiet now."

Naturally, your attempt at shushing her only makes things worse. Mika tilts her head, lets out an even louder bark, and then starts whining excitedly as if your words were some sort of encouragement. You can’t help but smile; it’s impossible to keep her quiet, especially when she senses snow.

“You are so sassy today.” You reach an arm over to scratch her neck, she’s just being a dog after all.

Glancing back at the road, you slam on the brakes as you go around the next bend. A truck has crashed into an electricity pole, leaving live power lines strewn across the icy road. But it's too late to stop in time. The road is too slick, and you're already sliding forward.

Your car glides helplessly into the downed lines, tires screeching on the black ice. Before panic can even set in, the front of your vehicle erupts in flames, fire licking up the hood. Smoke quickly surrounds you, blackening the windows until visibility is gone. The stench of burning plastic fills the air, and the heat becomes unbearable. Everything around you vanishes in the thick, choking cloud, leaving you trapped in a suffocating haze.

Shit. Now what?

As Seungcheol drives along the winding road ahead of him, a thin wisp of smoke catches his eye, curling up through the trees ahead. It snakes its way into the sky, growing darker and thicker as he approaches. The distant haze drifts ominously, making his pulse quicken. Something’s definitely wrong up ahead.

He comes to a halt, taking in the scene before him. Twenty-foot flames engulf a car, tangled in the chaos of fragmented power lines, flickering wildly against the night sky. To the left, a pickup truck is smashed against the base of an electric pole, which has split and fallen over.

“Are you good?” he hollers to the truck driver; he’s outside of the vehicle and on the phone with what he assumes is emergency services. The man nods and points back to the car frantically, “Help her! I don’t know how to get her out!”

Seungcheol rushes back to his own vehicle and pulls out a fire extinguisher from his backseat. He chuckles to himself, he knew it would come in handy one day. Call it firefighter’s intuition.

He throws on his spare flame-resistant jacket and heads back towards the fire. If the gas tank leaks, things could go very, very wrong.

He pulls the pin on his fire extinguisher and sprays the car, aiming for the engine which is where he believes the fire began.

“Are you alright in there?” He asks once getting the situation mostly under control.

“No, I am not alright! My car is on fire in case you haven’t noticed?”

“Besides the car, are you hurt?”

“No. I don’t think so? Mika looks okay too.”

“Your baby?” His heart races, stomach bile rising in his throat. Not again.

“My dog.”

Seungcheol calms himself. It’s a dog. It’s just a dog.

“Can I get out? Is my car going to blow up?” the woman asks with a shaky voice.

“Um, that’s a good question. I’m not sure. But I don’t want you to worry. I’m a trained firefighter and we’re going to figure this out, okay?

“What do you mean you aren’t sure? Aren’t you supposed to know what to do in this situation?”

“Not really, I fight fires in the mountains, not usually cars that drive across active lines,” Seungcheol jokes.

“Of course, the universe would send me an incompetent firefighter in this situation.”

Seungcheol huffs, “I’m not incompetent, I was kidding. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, Y/N. I’m Seungcheol. I need a few minutes to think about the safest way to get you out, in the meantime I want you to remain calm.” He hears the faint wail of sirens in the distance. Help is almost here, but he can’t wait. The anxiety is clawing at his neck. He needs to save you. You can’t die too.

The thought of rescuing you from the vehicle feels like a dangerous gamble. One wrong move, and you could step on a live wire and electrocute yourself to death. Seungcheol’s mind races through everything he’s heard about accidents like this: stay in the car, don't touch metal, don’t risk it.

But he also knows that it’s only a matter of minutes until you’re out of safe breathing oxygen in the cabin, and time feels like it’s slipping away. He glances at the ground surrounding your car, finding the safest path for you.

“Okay, I have a plan,” he says, after going over it in his head. “Are you able to crawl to the backseat?”

“Yeah, I think so.” He listens to the sounds of your shuffling, “Okay, I’m in the back with the dog.”

“Good, I’m going to break your driver’s side window. Then I want you to climb back into the front and I’ll help you out.”

“No, I’ll give you my dog first.”

“Alright, the dog goes first. Listen, there’s a chance that when I break the window the airflow and pressure change might cause the fire in your engine to ignite again. I will take care of it, I don’t want you to worry.”

With a surge of adrenaline, he smashes the car window with the end of the fire extinguisher. Shards of glass scatter onto the seat, and the dog whines from the sudden noise.

He leans down and peeks his head inside, his eyes immediately locking with yours. You're huddled in the backseat, arms tightly wrapped around your large dog, seeking comfort. Your light brown hair is tousled, strands falling across your face, but it’s your vibrant green eyes that stand out, even in the dim light. There's a mixture of exhaustion and relief in them.

He gently takes the leashed dog from your arms. "I’ll be right back for you," he promises, stepping cautiously away from the car, avoiding wet spots, and keeping a wary eye on the live wires.

The police are the first to arrive. “Pop your backseat open, I’ll put the dog in there,” he says, and the officer quickly obliges, opening the door for him.

As he turns to head back for you, the fire and rescue team pulls up, jumping into action. He heads toward the firefighters who are assessing the power line situation.

“Look who it is,” a familiar face grins, walking up to hug his old friend.

“Mingyu, it’s good to see you.” Seungcheol hugs him back.

”I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here. Always in the middle of the action. I gotta ask, are you interested in a job? We’ve got an opening if you’re sick of roughing it in the wilderness.”

“You know me well,” he smiles. “I’m on leave right now. Gotta work through some things. You know how it is.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” Mingyu agrees, knowing all too well and definitely knowing better than to ask. “Let’s grab a drink one of these nights while you’re still around.”

“Sure thing, have fun dealing with, well, all of this,” Seungcheol chuckles, motioning at the mess surrounding them.

By the time he heads back toward you, you're already out of the charred vehicle, the rescue team guiding you into the backseat of the cop car.

He watches from a distance, realizing that once again, he didn’t get the chance to keep his promise.

The rescue team moves swiftly, pulling you from the wreckage and checking you over to make sure you aren’t hurt, even though you insist you aren’t.

“Ma’am, I know you say you’re fine, but it’s my job to check.”

“Sorry,” you grumble, “I’ve just had a shit day and I’m worried that Mika is scared.”

“Your dog? Don’t worry, we can head over there right now.” They gather your belongings from the trunk of your sizzling car before guiding you to the safety of the squad car where your dog is already waiting, tail wagging despite the chaos.

Now that you're out of danger, you finally take in the scene around you. It's far worse than anything you could have imagined. The devastation is overwhelming, and the air is still heavy with smoke.

A wave of gratitude washes over you for the stranger who helped calm your nerves when everything seemed to be spiraling out of control. Without his reassurance, you’re not sure how you would’ve kept it together.

You spot him; he’s standing among the firemen, deep in conversation. His tall frame towers over most of them, and the broad set of his shoulders makes his jacket seem almost too small. The sparking power lines cast flickering shadows across his face.

Unlike the others, his jacket has a different department name stitched across his back, making him stand out from the crowd even more. There's something about the way he carries himself all calm and controlled, like he's seen this kind of devastation too many times before, that piques your interest.

Like he senses you looking him over, he glances over toward the patrol car as it pulls away from the accident.

You sink into the seat next to Mika, feeling the warmth of her fur against your side, grateful she’s okay. You’re relieved but still shaken, and with the smell of smoke still clinging to your clothes, are desperate for a nice hot shower to wash off this horrible day.

The officer pulls up to your sister’s house and helps carry your bags to the door. Before leaving, he hands you a copy of the accident report and the business card for the tow company that hauled off your car.

"Take care now," the older man says with a nod, waving from the driver’s seat as he reverses down the driveway.

“Thanks!” you return, Mika also joining in with a quick yap.

Using the spare key your sister gave you years ago, you unlock the door and step inside. Mika bolts down the hallway, likely heading for the living room to claim her favorite nap spot on the couch.

Kate’s house rules will have to wait. Right now, all you care about is scrubbing off the sticky residue of smoke that clings to your skin. Mika, meanwhile, seems unbothered. Her rolling in the snow earlier did wonders for cleaning up her fur. She’s back to her usual gray-and-white self, but you’ll still have to wrangle her into a bath at some point. You don’t have the energy for that battle tonight.

Dragging your bags toward the bedrooms, you drop them on the floor inside the master. You rummage through the top duffel, fishing out an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of pajama pants for after your shower. Clothes in hand, you head for the attached bathroom.

Peeling off your smoky clothes, you turn on the shower and wait for the water to heat up. Steam begins to fill the small space as you step beneath the heavy spray, the warm water washing away the grime and some of the day’s tension.

The face of the stranger from earlier flashes in your mind as you shampoo your long locks. Maybe you should have waited to say goodbye to him, and say thank you, before leaving the scene. You were in too much of a panic state to think about the proper way to handle anything. Hopefully, he understood that.

You’re just about done with rinsing off the remaining bubbles of the divine body wash your sister has in the shower when Mika runs into the bathroom and starts whining.

“I’m almost done, Mika Mouse” you comfort her through the glass wall, thinking her nerves are probably just acting up after today.

She whines again, slinking behind the bathroom door with her tail tucked low.

‘That’s odd’, you think, turning off the water and stepping out. ‘Maybe she doesn’t feel well?’

You wrap yourself in a thick towel, still worried about her behavior when a dull thud echoes from the far end of the house.

Mika peers up at you with wide, nervous eyes, the look clearly saying, ‘Don’t even think about asking me to check that out.’

Rolling your eyes, you mutter, “Of course not. So much for being a big, tough dog, huh?”

You tip-toe carefully toward the noise, the cool air against your damp skin making you shiver. The sound is coming from the kitchen, and Mika creeps along behind you, practically glued to your leg.

“You’re no help, you know that?” you whisper, glancing down at her. “What if I need backup?”

Mika simply stares at you, her blue eyes wide and unblinking, as if to say, ‘You’re on your own, Mom.’

Another louder crash stops you in your tracks. Your pulse quickens as you peek around the corner. There, in front of the open refrigerator, stands a stranger.

Adrenaline floods your body as you grab the nearest weapon (a spatula from the island counter), you let out a war cry and charge.

“Hey! What the—OW! Stop hitting me!” the intruder yells, raising his hands to shield himself.

“Who the hell are you?” you demand, swinging the spatula one last time for good measure.

“Wait! I—Ouch! What is wrong with you?” He twists around, finally revealing his face. And recognition slams into you like a brick wall, it’s the hot firefighter from earlier.

“You!” you hiss, lowering the spatula but not your guard. “Why are you here? Did you follow me here?”

“What? No! I’m staying here!” he snaps, rubbing his arm where you hit him.

“Uh, no you’re not. This is my sister’s house,” you say, crossing your arms. The movement makes you suddenly, painfully aware of how little you’re wearing.

He blinks at you, then gestures vaguely between you and the kitchen. “You’re Kate’s sister?”

“How do you know Kate?” you demand. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Seungcheol. I’m one of Jun’s friends,” he explains, looking somewhat flustered. “He told me I could crash here for a few days. Kate agreed and said it was fine.”

You frown, your brain scrambling to make sense of this. “Well, nobody told me.”

“I thought they were here. I figured... maybe they were in the shower,” he says, his eyes flicking to your dripping hair. “But I guess that was you. Where are they?”

“They’re out of town,” you mutter, pulling the towel tighter around yourself. “And clearly, no one thought to clue me in on their little hospitality arrangements.”

“I just spoke with Jun yesterday. He didn’t say anything about being out of town,” Seungcheol says, his brows furrowed.

“Well...it was sort of last minute,” you reply, hesitating. You’re unsure how much you should share, but curiosity about his reaction nudges you to continue. “His dad had a heart attack. They asked me to house-sit while they went to be with him.”

Seungcheol’s face shifts from confusion to alarm, genuine concern washing over his features. “Oh my god, Mr. Wen had a heart attack? Is he okay?” His eyes search yours, desperate for answers.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I haven’t heard any updates yet. I was hoping Kate would call once they got there.”

He nods slowly, processing the news, then looks back at you.

“So...how do you know Junhui?” You cross your arms, still skeptical.

“We grew up together and are still good friends,” he says simply, holding your gaze.

You narrow your eyes, trying to read him. He seems genuine, but the whole situation still feels a little too coincidental.

“Look,” he says, sensing your doubt, “I can prove it. I’ve got old photos of us on my phone. Or, better yet, check the living room. I’m pretty sure there’s a framed photo of us from a beach trip we took a few years ago. It was on the mantle the last time I visited.”

You pause, weighing his words. There’s something about his tone that makes you think he might actually be telling the truth. Still, you’re not ready to let your guard down just yet.

“Fine,” you say. “But if I find out you’re lying, I’m coming back with something worse than a spatula.”

“If you’re anything like Kate, I wouldn’t doubt it,” Seungcheol says with a chuckle, now leaning up against the kitchen island.

You shoot him a look before walking over to the fireplace, where Kate displays all her smaller framed photos. It doesn’t take long to spot the beach photo he mentioned, and sure enough, a younger Seungcheol is standing next to Jun, both grinning under the sun. He looks leaner in the picture, less muscular than the version currently smirking from the kitchen.

“Well?” he calls from the island, his tone teasing. “Did I pass the test?”

You place the photo back on the mantel and turn to face his direction. “Don’t move. I need to get dressed and call Kate.”

“Not going anywhere,” he replies with a shrug, clearly amused by the whole ordeal.

You hurry back to the bedroom, finding Mika burrowed under the covers on the bed, probably retreating there after your spatula ambush.

“Coward,” you huff, stepping over your bags. Reaching the clothes you set out earlier, you quickly throw them on, silently cursing yourself for choosing the frumpiest option. But how would you have known you’d need to look cute and presentable for... company? Comfort had been the only thing on your mind.

Grabbing the towel draped over the vanity, you cover the base of your skull and twist your damp hair into a quick headwrap. Fixing your hair can wait, sorting out this unexpected houseguest with Kate takes priority.

Muttering a string of curses under your breath, you march over to your bags and rummage through them until you find your purse. Digging inside, you finally fish out your phone, silently pleading with the universe that your sister will pick up.

This was the last situation Seungcheol had expected to find himself in tonight. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, staying rooted to the spot as promised. It’s not hard to keep his word, he figures moving any closer might make things worse.

He gets why you’re being cautious. Honestly, he’s glad you are. Still, it bothers him a little that you don’t feel entirely safe around him. He’d even stepped away from the fridge, putting himself by the island within your line of sight, hoping it might ease your discomfort. Given the circumstances, though, your reaction is understandable.

The sound of soft footsteps echoes down the hallway, announcing your return before he even sees you. When you step into view, his breath catches. You look ridiculously cute with your hair twisted up in that towel, even if you’re frowning. Not that he’d admit it, but he preferred the towel’s previous location—wrapped around your damp, glistening body.

Damn it, ‘Cheol. Not the time.

“I can’t get ahold of Kate or Jun,” you say with a frustrated sigh. “They must still be on their flight.”

Seungcheol doesn’t hesitate to slip into problem-solving mode like it’s second nature. Anything to erase that frown from your face. “If it helps, I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. It’s far from the bedrooms, and you can barricade your door if that makes you feel better. I swear, I’m not a threat.”

“How do I know that I can trust you?” you ask, your voice laced with doubt.

Without missing a beat, he responds, “Would you like to talk to my mom?”

“What?” you blink, your expression equal parts skeptical and confused.

“I’ll call my mom,” he says, already pulling his phone from his pocket. “She can vouch for me. Would that make you feel better?”

You tilt your head, clearly debating it. Before you can respond, he’s already tapping the screen a couple of times before holding the phone out to you.

“It’s ringing.”

“Hello? Cheolie, dear?” a warm, motherly voice answers.

“Um, hi,” you say awkwardly, lifting the phone to your ear.

“Oh, hello! Is my son there?”

“I’m here, Mom,” Seungcheol calls out, loud enough for her to hear. “Y/N has a question for you.”

“Alright, dear,” she replies, her tone curious. “What’s the question?”

You glance at him, then back to the phone. “I’d like to know if Seungcheol is...honest and trustworthy,” you say, your eyes narrowing slightly as you study his face.

“Oh, well, that’s an easy one!” his mom chirps. “My Cheolie is a sweetheart! Did you know he’s a firefighter? Some might even call him a hero. He’s one of the most honest and trustworthy people you’ll ever meet.”

“Right,” you murmur, trying not to smile. “So, you’d say it’s safe to sleep under the same roof with him?”

“Well,” she chuckles softly, “that depends on whether he remembers his manners. But I’d bet good money my son has plenty of self-restraint—”

“Okay, Mom, that’s enough. Thanks!” Seungcheol interjects quickly, his ears burning. “I’ll call you later. Love you, bye!” Ending the call, he looks up to find you grinning.

“Cheolie?” you tease, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

“Don’t call me that. Ever,” he warns, though the smile tugging at his lips betrays him. “So... what’s the verdict?”

You give him another once-over, still weighing your options. “You can sleep in the guest bedroom. I’ll take the primary. Most of my stuff is already in there anyway.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind the couch,” he offers sincerely.

“It’s fine,” you reply with a wave of your hand. “You did save me earlier, after all. I’m not going to kick you out in the middle of the night when it’s storming. We’ll sort everything out tomorrow when it’s not so late.”

“Thanks,” he says, relief evident in his voice. “I’m glad you’re okay, by the way. Did the rescue team check your throat for smoke inhalation? And what about your dog? Wait—where is your dog?” His head swivels as he realizes he hasn’t seen Mika.

“She’s hiding in the bedroom, like the coward she is,” you say with a huff. “And yeah, we both got checked out. The worst of it was my car... and my clothes.” You glance at the clock on the wall. “Anyway, I’m heading to bed. Do you need anything?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m good. I know my way around. I’ll grab some water and call it a night too.”

“Alright. Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You disappear down the hall, leaving him standing in the kitchen, feeling oddly better than he had all day.

Seungcheol’s hand trails across your jaw, his tough is light yet as his eyes sear into yours. His fingers trace the delicate curve of your face before slipping into the hair behind your ear, his grip gentle but possessive as he leans in.

His lips brush against yours, warm and inviting, sending a shiver down your spine. The kiss is tantalizing and slow, yet perfectly in sync, drawing a soft sigh from your lips as you melt into him.

And then—buzz.

Wait. Are his lips...vibrating?

A second buzz jolts you further from the haze of your dream, and before you can process it, another vibration tickles your cheek. Your eyes flutter open, reality crashing in as you realize your phone is pressed between your face and the pillow. You must have dozed off without setting it on the nightstand.

Blinking heavily, you grab the device, squinting at the screen. It’s your sister.

You swipe to answer, your voice thick with sleep. “Hello?”

“Shoot, were you sleeping? I’m sorry,” Kate says, already sounding guilty.

“For waking me up or for forgetting to mention the house guest you invited to stay here?”

“Oh my god.” A beat of silence, and then she groans. “Y/N, I am so sorry. Everything happened so fast with Jun’s dad, and it completely slipped my mind that Seungcheol was coming to visit. Is he there now?”

“Yeah. And I might have whacked him a few times thinking he was breaking into the house.”

Your sister snickers on the other end, clearly picturing it. “You attacked him?”

“We’ve resolved it. Mostly.”

Kate bursts into laughter, and you roll your eyes, already regretting telling her.

"I bet he loved that," Kate snickers. "Seriously, though, I just wanted to call with an update, except there isn’t much of one. The doctors are running every test they can to figure out why he had a heart attack in the first place. Basically, we’re stuck in a waiting game for now.”

Your stomach twists. “How’s Jun handling it?”

She lowers her voice, the weight of concern evident. “I think he’s scared. But he’s putting on a brave front for his mom. She’s beside herself right now.” A pause. “Actually, the doctor is coming now. I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Give Jun a big hug for me. Keep me updated. Love you.”

“Love you too, sis. Bye.”

The line goes dead and you glance at the time, it’s just past 8 a.m. Mika stretches beside you, yawning dramatically before perking up, her bright blue eyes locked onto you. Now that she knows you’re awake, there’s no stopping her. She’s practically quivering with morning energy, and it won’t be long before she starts pawing at the door, demanding her outdoor time.

You sigh, already mourning your sweet slumber and the very interesting dream that had been so rudely interrupted.

Mika whines before hopping off the bed and trotting to the door, tail wagging expectantly.

Cracking it open, you peek into the hallway. Seungcheol’s door is still closed. Good, at least one of you gets to sleep in.

Tip-toeing toward the entryway, you slip into your winter gear before heading toward the back deck. The crisp morning air nips at your face as you slide the glass door open and Mika dashes past you in a blur of fur, instantly prancing through the fresh snow.

She lives for the cold, yet somehow refuses to do her business unless she has a bare patch of ground. An interesting quirk of hers. With a resigned sigh, you find a shovel nearby and clear a small area for her.

While she tunnels through the snow, occasionally popping her head up like a mischievous little arctic fox, you shove your gloved hands into your pockets, bouncing on your heels to stay warm.

Once she’s finally done playing and has taken care of business, you barely have to say the magic word, breakfast, before she’s bounding back inside, tail wagging like she just won the lottery.

She sits patiently, her tail sweeping across the floor as you prepare her usual breakfast, dry kibble topped with blueberries and salmon. The combination makes your nose wrinkle, but to her, it’s a five-star meal. She lets out a soft huff, urging you to hurry up, and the second you place the bowl down, she dives in enthusiastically.

As you watch her eat, the weight of yesterday’s events settles over you. The bad date, the phone call, the fire, and the unexpected houseguest. Despite all the chaos, there’s a lingering sense of gratitude warming your chest. Things could have been so much worse.

Deciding you want to thank Seungcheol, you rummage through the pantry and fridge, gathering everything you need to whip up a nice breakfast for yourselves. It’s the least you can do for him.

With your favorite indie playlist humming through the speakers, you settle into the rhythm of cooking. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla fills the air as the french toast sizzles on the stove. Lost in the process, you sway a little to the music, waiting for the perfect moment to flip the slices.

Until something in your peripheral catches your attention, and when you glance up, your breath hitches.

Seungcheol steps out of the guest room, still half-asleep, his dark hair tousled in an unfairly attractive way. But that’s not what has you flushing, it’s the fact that he’s shirtless, with his toned chest and defined abs on full display. The gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips aren’t helping your already scattered thoughts.

Your gaze lingers a second too long. Maybe three. Or five…

By the time you snap out of it, his smirk is already forming. Oh, he definitely caught you looking. The heat creeping up your neck betrays you, and his smirk deepens.

“Morning,” he says, voice still rough with sleep.

You clear your throat, quickly turning back to the stove. “Morning. Breakfast will be ready soon.”

“Smells good,” he muses, stepping closer. “Need any help?”

You swallow hard, focusing on flipping the french toast before it burns. “You know what would be helpful?” you ask, keeping your eyes on the pan, not on him.

“What’s that?” he replies, stretching his arms above his head.

You steal one last glance, just a quick one, watching the way his muscles ripple with the movement. Damn it. Get a grip.

“If you’d go throw on a shirt, Rolie Polie Cheolie.”

His laughter is instant, loud and unapologetic. “Wow. That nickname is uncalled for.” He runs a slow hand down his chest, smiling smugly. “Is this too much for you? I totally understand why.”

Your grip tightens around the spatula as you flash him a sickly sweet smile, waving it in your hand as a reminder. “Should we revisit last night?”

His smile falters, eyes darting to the spatula like he’s considering his odds. “Damn, woman. Okay.” Still chuckling, he lifts his hands in surrender and backs away. “I’ll go find a shirt. But for the record…” he pauses in the doorway, glancing back at you with a knowing grin. “You didn’t have to stare.”

Your cheeks burn as you turn back to the stove. This man is going to be the death of you.

It’s day three of surviving Seungcheol.

You don’t know when you started keeping track, but at this point, it feels necessary. Every glance, every smirk, every damn stretch of his ridiculously sculpted arms even when he’s innocently putting away the washed dishes after a meal, chips away at your resolve.

Kate hadn’t helped. Last night, after calling with an update, she’d gone there*.*

“If you’re looking for some fun*,* Seungcheol is definitely the way to go,” she’d said, voice full of mischief.

You’d nearly choked on your water. “Excuse me?”

“He’s so fine. Not as fine as Jun, of course, but Seungcheol is a man if you know what I mean.”

Your gaze had drifted traitorously toward him. He’s comfortably sprawled in the corner chair, book in hand, looking every bit like a romance novel cover come to life.

You’d hissed into the phone, “Shut up,” even though he’d need superhuman hearing to catch onto what she was saying.

“All I’m saying is, you never know what might happen over the next few days. Have some fun.”

Heat crawls up your neck as you rise to grab a drink from the kitchen. Why is it suddenly so warm in here?

“Nothing is going to happen,” you’d whispered back, firmly.

“Boo. You’re no fun.” She’d let it go after that, moving on to say they’d likely be home by next Wednesday. Nine more days. That’s all you have to survive.

Nine days without making a fool of yourself.

Nine days without giving in to the way he makes your pulse stutter.

Three down and nine to go. Twelve total…You can do it. Right? You just need to focus. Like on your book.

Yes. Writing. That’ll keep your thoughts free of Seungcheol.

After your usual morning routine of walking Mika, enjoying breakfast, and tidying up, Seungcheol casually mentions that he’s heading out for a run.

Jogging in the cold sounds like actual torture to you, but you still offer him a small smile. “Have a good run!”

“Thanks,” he says, rolling out his shoulders as he stretches. His muscles flex with the movement underneath his tight zip-up, and you have to remind yourself not to stare. “When I get back, I’ll cook us dinner.”

That certainly piques your interest. “Oh? Do you cook often?”

“You could say that. Plus, I wouldn’t want you starving under my watch,” he teases with a wink before heading out the door.

You narrow your eyes at the space he just vacated. Has he figured out that your culinary skills barely extend beyond breakfast foods? Maybe the fact that you reheated frozen leftovers twice yesterday tipped him off.

Once he’s gone, you settle into your writing space with a hot tea nearby and your laptop open, fingers poised over the keyboard. The hardest part is always getting started, but once you do, the words tend to flow. Today, they’re flowing especially well.

You’re making great progress on the prologue, recapping the last book’s events and weaving in the setup for the new characters. But as you flesh out the love interest, describing his dark, chocolatey hair and toned physique, a realization hits you.

You’re using a certain someone as inspiration.

The realization makes your fingers hesitate over the keyboard. Seriously? You shake your head, trying to brush off the thought, but it lingers, settling into the back of your mind like an itch you can’t quite scratch.

Your main character’s love interest is supposed to be effortlessly charismatic, strong, and just the right amount of a cocky attitude. Traits that, annoyingly, align all too well with the man currently out on his run. The way he smirks when he catches you looking, the deep timbre of his voice, the way he makes your heart race anytime he’s within touching distance.

You groan and drop your head onto the table. This is ridiculous.

Maybe Kate was right. Maybe your subconscious is betraying you, channeling all that pent-up energy into your writing instead of…well, other things.

Before you can spiral further, you take a deep breath and push those distracting thoughts out of your mind. Focus. You force your attention back to your screen, determined to channel this energy into something productive.

You finish fleshing out the details of your character, the way his eyes darken when he’s deep in thought, the way his presence commands a room without effort. You tweak a few lines, refining his dialogue until it feels just right.

Satisfied, you move on, letting the story take shape one sentence at a time. The tension between your characters simmers, the chemistry practically leaping off the page. It’s electric, intense…and maybe, just maybe, a little too familiar.

You shake off the thought and keep writing, ignoring the way your mind keeps circling back to a certain firefighter with a teasing smirk and frustratingly perfect timing.

“Whatcha working on?”

You nearly jump out of your seat. A damp towel hangs around Seungcheol’s shoulders, his hair still wet from a shower. He’s also wearing different clothes than earlier, a fresh pair of lounge pants and a fitted black tee that does nothing to hide the way his broad shoulders and toned arms fill it out.

When did he even get back? You didn’t hear him come in, let alone get undressed and shower.

“You were so engrossed in whatever this is,” he motions to your laptop screen, “that you didn’t even hear me say I was hopping in the shower.”

Your heart is still trying to recover from the surprise, and maybe from the sight of him standing so casually in front of you, all post-workout and freshly showered.

“W-what?” you stammer, snapping your laptop shut on instinct. “I was…just writing.”

His lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk. “About what?”

Absolutely not. There is no way in hell you’re telling him the truth.

“Um, I’m an author. I have a book due soon as part of my contract.”

Seungcheol nods, clearly waiting for you to elaborate. His gaze makes you hesitate, do you dive into the full truth about writing romantasy smut or keep things vague? A simple character plotting excuse could work, but something about the way he’s watching you makes you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“It’s, um, about a warrior heiress whose assigned protector is a human hybrid. He can morph into a giant guardian dog at will. And, well…she kind of falls for him.” You pause, watching his reaction, then, without thinking, add, “Do you know what knotting means?”

The second the words leave your mouth, you want to crawl under the table.

Seungcheol’s eyebrows shoot up, a smirk playing on his lips. “Do I want to know?”

Your face is on fire. Abort. Abort. You shake your head rapidly. “No, probably not.”

He chuckles, clearly amused by your panic but merciful enough to let it slide. “Alright then,” he says, using the towel to dry off his hair some more. It’s enough to distract you.

Little do you know, he’s definitely planning on looking it up later.

“How was your run? And shower?” you babble, desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“Both were good,” he replies smoothly, eyes still holding a trace of interest in the previous topic of conversation. “But I’m starving now. How about you?”

You swallow, forcing yourself to focus. “Well, I won’t say no to food,” you say, standing up and stretching, trying to act casual.

Seungcheol smirks like he knows exactly where your mind wanders. “Good. Because I plan on impressing you.”

“Oh? Bold of you to assume I’m easily impressed.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m not up for the challenge,” he says, his voice dripping with confidence. “You want to help, or are you still lost in your little fantasy world?”

The teasing in his voice makes your eyes narrow. Without hesitation, you snap your laptop shut before he can read another word. “I’ve hit my goal for the day. Put me to work, chef.”

He laughs, “Wow, such enthusiasm. Almost convincing.” He slings the damp towel over his shoulder. “Let me toss this in the laundry hamper, and then we’ll get started.”

As he disappears down the hall, you exhale, pressing your palms against the cool surface of the table. Seungcheol has no idea what you were writing, but the thought of him finding out makes your stomach twist. And not necessarily in a bad way.

By the time he returns, you’ve found an apron and slipped it on, attempting to tie the strings behind you. He stops mid-step, taking in the sight of you. His grin is slow and approving. “Look at you, all dressed for the part.”

You place your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow. “Obviously. Now, Super Couper, what’s on the menu?”

He groans, dragging a hand through his hair before shooting you a playful glare. “How many more ridiculous nicknames do you have up your sleeve?”

You tilt your head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “An endless amount.” Your smile is far too triumphant. “It’s a habit of mine. And lucky you, you get to be the exclusive recipient for the next several days.”

He shakes his head at the new ridiculous nickname, but the grin on his face gives him away. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Immensely,” you tease, adjusting the apron strings behind your back. “Now, tell me what I’m chopping, stirring, or burning.”

He chuckles, stepping closer. His hands brush over yours as he takes over and ties the apron for you, pulling the strings snug. The warmth of his fingers lingers even after he steps back. “We’re making spicy kimchi fried rice with seared steak.”

Your stomach growls in approval, and he smiles. “I’ll handle the steak since I don’t want you to accidentally ruin it,” he teases. “You’re on chopping duty. Can I trust you with a knife?”

You scoff, grabbing a knife. “Duh.”

He leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with amused eyes. “We’ll see.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the way your pulse skips as you start slicing. This is fine. Totally normal. Just two adults cooking together. It’s definitely not a big deal that you can feel his body heat every time he moves past you, or that his deep, husky chuckle makes your stomach flutter.

You won’t admit it, but you’re totally impressed by the way Seungcheol moves around the kitchen with ease, like he was born to do this. He’s completely in his element. You find yourself wondering why he became a firefighter instead of a chef at some high-end restaurant.

Seungcheol watches as you slice into an onion, “Here, let me show you how to hold it properly—”

“I know how to do it,” you huff, gripping the handle tighter. “I’m capable of chopping vegetables, Seungcheol.”

He raises a brow at your defensive tone, then softens. “Of course you are,” he says gently. “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Something about his concern makes your stomach twist. Maybe it’s the way he automatically took over, or maybe it’s the fact that he’s right, but either way, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. He seems to realize it too because he steps back, letting you finish on your own without another word.

The tension lingers as he takes the chopped veggies and tosses them into the pan, sautéing them before mixing them with the rice. You know it’s ridiculous to hold a grudge over something as small as knife skills, but the silence stretches between you as you both eat, neither wanting to be the first to break it.

Even Mika, who’s happily munching away at her dinner, doesn’t offer a distraction from the lingering silence.

Seungcheol wouldn’t know this, but people have been stepping in to ‘help’ you your whole life, whether you wanted them to or not. Being a little clumsy means that, more often than not, others take over, deciding you’re too slow, too messy, or just better off watching.

You’ve fought to prove yourself capable in small ways, learning things at your own pace, and taking pride in figuring them out on your own. You know Seungcheol didn’t mean it that way. His help wasn’t condescending, it wasn't just let me do it move like you’ve experienced before.

Finally, you exhale, deciding to move past it. No point in sulking over it.

“So,” you say after taking a drink of your water, “Can I ask you something?”

Seungcheol glances up, mid-bite, eyebrows raising slightly. “Of course.”

“You seem really comfortable in the kitchen,” you pause, watching the way his shoulders stiffen. “Why firefighting? Why not something food-related?”

“I spent some time in culinary school, but I like doing things my own way. It wasn’t for me.” He leans back slightly, twirling his fork between his fingers. “Firefighting is…different. It’s this rush of energy that takes over your body. You assess the situation, cut the wildfire off from its resources, do everything in your power to stop it from growing. It’s intense, but it’s rewarding.” He exhales, his gaze momentarily distant. “But I’m not sure it’s exactly for me anymore either.”

“Oh? Really? Why’s that?”

He hesitates for a beat, then shrugs. “I have a few things to figure out, some important decisions to make. That sort of thing.” His tone makes it clear he’s not ready to elaborate, so he shifts the conversation instead. “What about you? Have you always liked writing?”

“God, no,” you say with a short laugh. “I’ve always been an avid reader, but I kept looking for a specific type of book that either wasn’t well written or didn’t exist. Eventually, I just decided to write it myself.” You glance at your mostly empty plate. “I’m still new to it all, this is only my second book, but I like it.”

Seungcheol nods, offering a small smile. “That’s good.”

You let the comfortable quiet settle between you as you both take the last few bites of dinner.

“Thanks for dinner, by the way,” you say, getting up to take your dishes to the sink.

“Thanks for helping.”

Day Five of Surviving Seungcheol

Yesterday wasn’t particularly eventful, just another day of coexisting with the infuriatingly perceptive man currently occupying your space. The most eventful thing that happened was Seungcheol shoveling the driveway and front steps after the snowfall, which, for Mika, was basically an invitation to turn the entire ordeal into a game. She chased after flying clumps of snow, leaping at them mid-air like an overexcited puppy, completely unbothered by the cold.

Unlike you.

Even though the sun shined for most of the day, the mountain air bites sharper than usual, cutting through every layer you’ve thrown on. No matter how many sweaters or blankets you bundle yourself in, warmth remains elusive. And now that the sun has gone down, the temperature seems to have dropped again.

“God, I miss the warm weather,” you mutter, pushing off the couch in search of yet another blanket.

Seungcheol frowns, his eyes tracking you as you disappear down the hall. He already turned up the thermostat earlier when he noticed goosebumps on your arms, and you’ve thrown on a sweater since then. He sets his nearly finished book down, rolling his shoulders as he stands.

By the time you return, arms wrapped around the thickest blanket you could find, the unmistakable crackle of fire fills the living room.

You stop in your tracks, eyes flicking to Seungcheol, who’s crouched near the fireplace, adjusting the logs. The warm glow of the flames casts flickering shadows across his face, highlighting the quiet concentration in his features.

Somehow, he always catches onto things and does them before you even think to ask.

“It should warm up in here pretty fast now,” he says, meeting your eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. Do you, uh…want to watch something while you write, or would that be distracting?” he asks, unsure.

“I could use some background noise. Put on whatever you want.”

Seungcheol grabs the remote and flips through the options before settling on the latest action movie. It’s loud, fast-paced, and (at least in theory) should hold his attention.

Except it doesn’t.

He’ll admit, he hasn’t got a single clue what’s happening on the screen. Explosions, car chases, intense fight scenes; they all blur together as his focus repeatedly drifts to your laptop.

It’s not his fault. Really.

He had every intention of watching the movie. Based on the description, it seemed like something he’d enjoy. But the moment his gaze flickered toward your screen, all thoughts of entertainment evaporated. His curiosity got the best of him, and now he’s stealing glances, completely distracted by the way your fingers move over the keys with effortless ease.

And after reading a line, all rational thought leaves his head.

Dash looks up at me with fire in his eyes. “You’re mine. Your heart, your mouth, your sweet cunt—it’s all mine.” A deep growl vibrates from his chest as he pulls me onto his lap, his hardening length pressing against me through his pants.

Seungcheol swallows hard, eyes darting between the flashing scenes on the TV and the words on your laptop. Jesus Christ. He stiffens, willing his expression to remain neutral. But it’s impossible to unsee the words, impossible to ignore the way his brain short-circuits at the imagery.

Dash shreds my corset with his claws, discarding the tattered fabric like it’s nothing. His mouth latches onto my nipple, his hand cupping the other, his touch rough yet reverent. I whimper as he spreads my thighs, lifting my skirt to reveal—

He sucks in a sharp breath, snapping his head back toward the TV. Nope. Nope. Nope.

But now he’s hyper-aware of you sitting beside him, completely unbothered as your fingers move effortlessly over the keys. You’re so focused, so immersed in crafting this sinful scene like it’s just another day at work.

He wants to laugh. He wants to tease. He wants to ask you what the hell kind of research you’ve been doing for this book, but more than anything, he kinda wants to know what happens next.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type to enjoy a smutty book,” you muse, lips curling into a knowing smirk. You should probably be embarrassed that he’s been sneakily reading, but watching the initial shock on his face shift into reluctant curiosity is far too entertaining.

Seungcheol’s head snaps toward you so fast you’re surprised he doesn’t get whiplash. Shit. I’ve been caught.

You laugh, the sound bubbling out before you can stop it. Eventually, Seungcheol joins in, shaking his head in amusement. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but that certainly wasn’t it. You’re good, though. I can see why your last book sold so many copies.”

Your brows lift in mock surprise. “Ah, have you been doing a little research on me?”

He smirks, completely unapologetic. “Maybe just a little. I didn’t realize I was sharing a house with the beloved BookTok queen.”

That makes you laugh even harder, the sound ringing through the room. Seungcheol watches you, taking in the way your eyes squint when you laugh, how your whole face lights up. Damn, he thinks, you’re gorgeous.

Seungcheol pushes himself up from the couch, partially to hide his growing hard-on and partially to grab a snack. He’s so attracted to you, more than he ever expected to be. “Feel like popcorn?”

“Yum, yes! That sounds fab,” you say, already diving back into your smut scene.

A few minutes later, he returns with a freshly popped bowl of popcorn and two cold beers. “Wasn’t sure if you drink, but I can grab you some water instead if you prefer.”

You smile at his thoughtfulness. “Nah, beer is great. Thanks.”

The two of you settle in, watching the last half of the movie together. Not that you’re paying much attention, you’re pretty sure Seungcheol isn’t either, as you keep stealing glances at each other. Plus, the plot is all over the place, and you both seem equally lost.

Then, just as things finally seem to be wrapping up, one of the love interests dies. And just like that, you’re completely checked out. If there’s one thing you cannot stand, it’s an unhappy ending. You’re a die-hard Happy Ever After lover. What was the point of all that buildup if they were just going to rip it away?

Seungcheol stretches, letting out a deep yawn as the credits begin to roll. “That felt longer than I thought it would.”

“Sleepy?” you ask, hoping maybe he’ll say no and you can keep hanging out a little longer.

But he yawns again, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, surprisingly, I am. I better head to bed.” He shoots you a tired smile. “Sweet dreams.”

…

Seungcheol hesitates for half a second before nodding and retreating to his room. As he shuts the door behind him, your expression lingers in his mind. There was something there, just for a moment. Maybe he imagined it.

He shakes his head. Don’t be stupid. He won’t get his hopes up about you having any sort of feeling for him. And he refuses to put you in that position.

Exhaling deeply, he climbs into bed, exhaustion weighing on him. Sleep comes quickly, but the comfort is short-lived.

The memory that haunts him returns, just like it always does. His body tenses, breath shallowing as he’s yanked back into the nightmare that never leaves him alone.

Fire. Smoke. The metallic taste of fear coating his tongue.

He tosses and turns, jaw clenched, fingers twitching as though trying to dig through rubble that isn’t there. His face contorts in distress, beads of sweat forming at his temple as the scene replays, relentless and unforgiving.

No.

He sprints toward the smoldering wreckage of what was once a home, his heart pounding harder than his boots against the ashy ground. The house was still standing only hours ago. He told them to leave, practically begged them to, but the charred remains of their car in the driveway tell him all he needs to know.

Still, he digs. His hands work frantically, shoving aside collapsed beams and shattered drywall, hoping—praying—that he won’t find what he’s looking for. That his gut feeling is wrong. That by some miracle, they made it out.

But then, he sees them.

A pair of burned bodies curled around something small. No, no, no, no…

His stomach twists violently as he stumbles back. The infant cradled in their lifeless arms, the baby he promised would be safe, is gone too.

His breath catches. The awful taste of failure coats his tongue, choking him.

You had planned to sleep hours ago, but the book you’re reading is just too good. Mika is curled up at your side, warm and comfortable, and you’ve convinced yourself that one more chapter won’t hurt.

Just as you shift under the covers, a faint noise catches your attention.

You sit up, ears straining. Was that… talking?

At first, it’s too muffled to make out. Maybe Seungcheol is on the phone? But then, clearer this time, desperate and pleading.

“No! No, please no!”

A shiver runs down your spine. That wasn’t the voice of someone having a casual conversation. That was pain.

You rush out of bed, heart hammering, and press your ear against the guest bedroom door. Faint whimpers slip through the painted wood, his distress clear even from the hallway.

“Seungcheol?” You crack the door open slightly, hesitant to intrude. “Is everything alright?”

But then he lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

Screw privacy.

You rush to his side, your hand finding his trembling shoulder. “Hey, it’s just a bad dream,” you say gently, settling onto the bed beside him. His breath comes in sharp, uneven gasps, his face twisted in agony. You shake him, not too hard but firm enough to pull him from the nightmare’s grip. “Seungcheol, wake up. You’re safe. It’s alright, everything is alright.”

His eyelids flutter, his gaze unfocused as he blinks up at you. “Y/N?” His voice is hoarse, heavy with exhaustion and something else, perhaps something raw like grief.

“I’m here,” you whisper, your touch instinctively soothing as you rub slow circles along his back. “Shh. Go back to sleep.”

His ragged breathing gradually evens out, his body loosening as the tension melts away. Just as you think he’s fully drifted off, you start to move, planning to slip away quietly.

But before you can, his arms tighten around you.

You stiffen, every muscle locking up as he pulls you back down, tucking you against his chest.

The warmth of him is immediate, wrapping around you like a cocoon. He moves on instinct, tossing the blanket over you, his hold protective, unconsciously seeking comfort.

You fit perfectly against him.

You try not to think about it. About how steady his heartbeat sounds beneath your ear. About how his breath brushes against your hair. About how ridiculously pretty his eyelashes are up this close. Or how full his lips look, even now, parted slightly in sleep.

You tell yourself you’ll stay just a few minutes. Just until he’s completely settled. But your eyelids grow heavy, the warmth of his embrace lulling you into quiet surrender.

And before you know it, you’ve slipped into slumber beside him.

A few hours later, sunlight peeks through the blinds, lighting up your face as you stir awake. You blink against the brightness, momentarily disoriented until the empty space beside you registers.

Seungcheol is gone.

You sit up quickly, heart stuttering. Shit. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep here. You should’ve woken up first and slipped out unnoticed, so you could pretend like nothing ever happened.

Did he realize you stayed? Of course, he realized. You were next to him when he got up.

Swinging your legs off the bed, you brush a hand through your hair and take a steadying breath before padding out into the main part of the house.

Through the window, you spot him outside with Mika. He’s already shoveled a bare patch for her, ensuring she doesn’t have to trudge through the deep snow just to do her business.

Your heart gives an inconvenient little patter.

Of course, he would remember to do that. He’s always so considerate, always catching onto things, even if you don’t realize he does.

You quietly retreat back to the primary bedroom, rifling through the duffel bag of clothes you brought. If you’re going to pretend last night didn’t happen, you might as well do it while looking cute. You settle on a cozy but flattering outfit, then jump into the shower, hoping the hot water will help clear your head.

By the time you emerge, refreshed and dressed, Seungcheol has come back inside.

“Morning,” he greets, looking up as you approach.

You hesitate, searching his expression for any hint of last night’s events, of waking up tangled together, of his unconscious grip pulling you closer.

But he doesn’t mention it. Huh, interesting.

“Hi,” you reply, forcing a casual smile. “Good morning.”

And just like that, it’s as if nothing ever happened. You keep your expression neutral, though a tiny pang of disappointment lingers. Pretending was your plan, so why does it sting a little when he beats you to it?

“I noticed the kitchen faucet was dripping this morning,” Seungcheol says, before drinking the rest of his coffee. “Tried fixing it, but I think it needs to be replaced. I’m gonna run into town to grab a new one. Want to escape for the day? We could grab lunch while we’re out.”

A break actually sounds nice. You haven’t gotten much writing done anyway, and the weight of waiting for feedback from your agent and publisher is pressing heavier by the hour.

“Yeah, that sounds good. I sent in my rough outline and a few chapters yesterday, but I haven’t heard anything back yet. I think the suspense is killing my creativity.”

He nods in understanding. “Makes sense. Want to get ready first?”

“Yeah, give me five minutes.”

Back in your room, you sift through your bag before settling on your favorite pair of jeans and a cropped crewneck that sits just right at your waist, warm enough for layering under your winter coat. You twist your hair into a claw clip, swipe on some mascara and lip gloss, then take one last glance in the mirror before heading out to meet him.

When you return, you find Seungcheol has changed too. He’s now wearing a flannel, dark slacks, and a ball cap. You squint, trying to make out the embroidered words. Dude’s Bait & Tackle.

“Who’s Dude?” you ask while slipping on your boots.

“My brother.”

Your head tilts slightly. “You have a brother?”

“Yeah, he’s a few years older than me. I probably don’t visit him as often as I should.” He shrugs, grabbing his jacket and the note he jotted down with the faucet’s dimensions. “Not that he minds, he’s not much of a people person.”

You nod, filing that little detail about him away. “Ready when you are.”

Grabbing your purse, you turn to Mika, crouching down to scratch behind her ears. “Be good, we’ll be back soon. I love you so much. Make good decisions, okay?”

Seungcheol fights back a laugh, secretly charmed by the way you treat Mika like a tiny, furry human. Instead, he simply shakes his head and opens the front door for you, following you out to his truck.

Without hesitation, he moves ahead to open the passenger door for you too.

Chivalry isn’t dead, after all.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say, feeling a little guilty for making him go out of his way.

“I know,” Seungcheol replies easily, offering his hand to help you up into the seat. “But I was raised to be a gentleman.” Then, with a small smirk, he adds, “Plus, I don’t mind helping a pretty girl.”

You narrow your eyes playfully. “Oh, so if I was ugly, you’d just slam the door in my face? That's what you’re saying, Coupcake?”

His smirk deepens as he shakes his head, then suddenly leans in to buckle your seatbelt for you. Your breath catches, he’s close, so close. You catch a hint of his cologne, warm and woodsy, and your cheeks heat despite the cold air outside.

After clicking the buckle into place, he tilts his head slightly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “I need to start writing these down. You’ve got some good ones.”

“Don’t encourage me, or I’ll have to pull out the big guns,” you tease, lifting a brow.

He chuckles, rolling his eyes as he steps back and shuts the door. A second later, he’s sliding into the driver’s seat beside you, the corners of his mouth still tugging into a smile.

And just like that, the day suddenly feels like it will be a lot more interesting.

Seungcheol wakes up feeling more rested than he has in a long time. A rare kind of warmth settles deep in his bones, the kind that makes him want to stay in bed just a little longer. He takes a slow breath in, and his senses are instantly flooded with you. Vanilla, soft and sweet, mixed with something else he hasn’t quite figured out yet.

His arms tighten around you instinctively before his brain fully catches up. Why are you in my bed? He doesn’t remember. But fuck, he’s not complaining.

Snuggling in a little deeper, his palm glides over your side, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist. You fit against him perfectly, your body molding into his like you were meant to be there.

And then you shift.

A small, unconscious movement, but it sends your ass pressing right against his already half-awake length, making him inhale sharply through his nose.

Shit.

He freezes, willing his body to relax. Don’t ruin this for me right now, he thinks to himself, demanding his body to behave. Clenching his jaw, he wills little Coups to calm the fuck down before this gets embarrassing.

And for a second, he thinks he has it under control. Until you shift again, this time pressing even closer, your warmth seeping through the layers of fabric between you.

Then, in the softest murmur, barely above a whisper, you breathe his name.

“Mmm, Seungcheol.”

His stomach clenches. His fingers twitch against your skin.

Holy. Fuck.

Yeah. He needs to get up. Right now. Before time reverts and he’s turned back into a horny teenager, about to embarrass himself in ways he will never recover from.

Carefully, Seungcheol pulls away from your warmth, slipping out from beneath the covers with as much stealth as he can manage. You barely stir, completely unaware of the hold you have over him. Over his mind, his body, his every last ounce of self-control.

He needs distance. Immediately.

Making his way down the hall, he beelines for the bathroom at the far end of the house, somewhere safely out of range, where he can get his shit together before he does something unbelievably stupid.

Like pinning you against the bookshelf in the living room and fucking you until you scream his name.

Or bending you over the kitchen counter, pushing your hair aside so he can bite down on your shoulder as he takes you from behind.

Or his personal favorite—his absolute fucking favorite—you on top of him, sinking down onto his cock inch by inch, gasping as you stretch around him. Maybe even making that same sinful little sound you let out the other night at dinner, when you were upset with him but still savoring every bite.

A deep groan rumbles in his chest as he steps into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

And finally, finally, he shoves his boxers down and wraps a fist around his aching cock.

Seungcheol drags his thumb over his needy tip, a shudder rolling down his spine. His body is desperate, pulsing with heat. He pulls his hand away just long enough to spit into his palm before wrapping it back around his aching length.

Shutting his eyes, he delves into the fantasy, one that feels so damn real he almost swears he can still smell your vanilla scent clinging to his skin.

In another world, he wouldn’t have left that bed. Wouldn’t have forced himself to walk away. No, he would’ve pulled you closer instead, arm tightening around your waist as his hand slipped beneath your sleep shorts. His fingers would have teased their way down, brushing over your clit before dragging through your folds, already damp and so warm. The moment he pressed inside, you’d gasp, surprised, shifting in his arms but not pulling away. Never pulling away.

His strokes quicken, his breath growing uneven.

You’d turn toward him, sleep-heavy eyes blinking open, and without a word, your thighs would part just a little wider, it’s an invitation. A plea he’d answer by curling two fingers deep inside you, coaxing those needy little pants from your lips, watching as your face melted with pleasure.

His grip tightens. His hips jerk up into his hand.

He knows exactly how it would go. Knows that soon enough, you’d be begging—please, Cheol, more—and fuck, he’d give it to you. He’d slide your shorts down, tug that tiny tank top over your head, confirming what he already knew. That you have the most perfect fucking tits. And then he’d sink into you without hesitation, stretching you open, watching your mouth fall open as you take him. With every thrust, your body would give, your back arching, your breasts bouncing, your nails digging into his skin as he buried himself deeper.

Seungcheol groans low in his throat, head tilting back against the wall. His hand moves faster, chasing the high that feels so close.

Jesus fuck.

You’d let him know you were close, breathless and needy, voice barely more than a whimper. Cheol, I’m gonna—

And just to push you over that perfect edge, he’d press his thumb to your swollen clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, slow and deliberate. He’d swirl it in tight circles, watching your body tremble, feeling your walls flutter around him as you gasped his name. And that would be it.

The way you’d squeeze around him, your body tightening, back arching as you came apart beneath him…it would wreck him completely. He’d follow you down, groaning against your skin as his own pleasure took hold, spilling deep inside—

Seungcheol’s stomach clenches as the tension finally snaps. A low, strangled curse leaves his lips as his release spills into the wad of toilet paper in his hand, his whole body shuddering with relief.

For a long moment, he just breathes. Letting the fantasy slowly fade, leaving only the lingering heat and the undeniable truth that settles deep in his chest. You have him wrapped around your fucking finger.

The worst part? You don’t even know it.

And if this morning was any indication, this sure as hell wouldn’t be the last time he nearly loses it in front of you.

He cleans himself up and steps out of the bathroom, only to be met with Mika sitting in the hallway, staring at him with what can only be described as judgment.

Seungcheol narrows his eyes. “I’m not admitting to anything,” he mutters, sidestepping her as he grabs his boots.

Carrying his boots over to the sliding glass door, he slips them on before letting Mika outside. The mountain air is sharp and bracing, biting at his exposed skin, but he welcomes the chill. He needs it to clear his head, to get his damn hormones in check before he faces you.

His eyes land on the shovel propped against the railing, right where you left it. With a quiet sigh, he picks it up and starts clearing a spot in the snow for Mika. It’s a small thing, but he knows she won’t go until she has her designated space. He’d caught onto the routine not long after watching the two of you in the mornings, your sleepy voice murmuring to her, the way she’d nuzzle against your leg as you shoveled.

It’s second nature to you. And now, somehow, it’s becoming second nature to him too.

On his way back inside, he peeks into the bedroom. You’re still curled up beneath the blankets, your breathing soft and even, completely oblivious to the chaos he just put himself through. He swallows, shaking his head, and reaches for his sweatpants that are flung haphazardly over the dresser. He tugs them on before heading into the kitchen, flicking on the coffee pot. As he fills it with water, his gaze catches on the steady drip, drip, drip of the kitchen faucet after he’s turned it off.

Perfect.

It’s a small issue, easy to fix, but also the perfect excuse to escape the house with you for a few hours. Get out. Get some air. Act like a normal human being who isn’t fantasizing about his housemate every time she so much as breathes.

It’s a genius plan, really.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

And when you wake up, stretching with a sleepy yawn, he casually tosses out the idea. Just as he predicted, you happily agree. Now all he has to do is behave in public. Where other people are watching.

…

In the hardware store, Seungcheol notices how you’re walking closely by his side, the subtle shift in the space between you making his pulse quicken. He casually scans the aisle signs, looking for the one he needs, but his mind isn’t entirely focused on faucets. He feels the need to linger, to have you near just a few seconds longer.

Without overthinking, he places his hand on your lower back, guiding you toward the right aisle. It’s a simple gesture, but it feels significant. He pretends to inspect the faucet options, even though he already knows exactly which one he’s going to grab, but he takes his time, savoring the small moment.

While he’s there, he picks up a couple of tools he might need, he’s pretty sure the surgeon doesn’t have much in the handyman tool department. Junhui’s first aid kit, however, is incredible, containing everything from bandages to advanced trauma gear. All of which is perfectly organized. As a first responder, Seungcheol can respect it.

As he heads toward the checkout counter, his gaze drifts to a box of dog toys. He adds one to his pile without a second thought, a quiet smile tugging at his lips as he imagines Mika tearing into the new toy with her usual enthusiasm.

…

At lunch, you get a ding on your phone, and Seungcheol notices the frown that appears on your face.

“Everything alright?” he asks, thinking it might be a not-so-good update from Kate.

“I don’t know, it’s an email from my publishing team.” He watches as your eyes pan back and forth as you read the message, noticing the slight slump of your shoulders. “They want to have a call tomorrow morning to go over what I’ve submitted. That can’t be good.”

“Why do you think that?” he asks, his concern growing.

“They think I’m not exactly meeting expectations…” you sigh, hesitating for a moment before opening up. “I’m struggling with writing what they want versus how I see the story unfolding. I’m not sure the direction they’re pushing me in is the right one.”

Seungcheol leans back, thinking for a moment. “You should just write what you want. Forget about what your readers expect, forget about what your team suggests. Focus on what you want the story to be.”

You take another bite of your meal, letting his words sink in. A part of you feels the weight lift just a little, even as you continue to grapple with the balance between creative freedom and external pressure.

“I’m not sure how much help I’d be, but if you’d like me to read over what you have so far, I’d be happy to give you an outsider’s opinion,” Seungcheol offers.

You hadn’t expected him to offer, and it caught you off guard for a moment.

“Feeling a change of heart compared to the other day?” you tease, remembering how flustered he got after sneaking a peek at the spicy scene you were writing. “It’s alright. I’m sure after tomorrow I’ll at least know what they’re thinking. It’ll be good to talk it out.”

He shrugs with a slight smile. “Okay, but the offer still stands.”

“Thank you,” you say, genuinely appreciating the offer. “Now, it’s your turn, Cheol Chops. Tell me something about your life to make me feel better about mine,” you half-joke. “Got anything you need to vent about?”

Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. “On a scale from zero to Junhui, how good are you at giving advice?”

You both know that Jun is the king of advice. He’s logical and always happy to provide a pro/con list. You smile at the thought. “Probably about 50% Jun, but I lean more towards emotional advice rather than logical. So, take that as a fair warning. What’s up?”

Seungcheol sighs, his voice quieter as he opens up. “I broke a promise that I can’t take back, nor can I fix it. It’s caused some issues at work, and my fire chief put me on temporary leave so I can work through it. But now I’m really thinking about what I want to do next.”

You listen intently, noticing the weight of his words.

“I mentioned the other day that I don’t think wildland firefighting is something I can keep up with. But I don’t want to give up firefighting entirely, so I’ve been considering transferring to an inner-city station. I’d still get the rush of helping people, but it wouldn’t be as physically or mentally demanding. I’d be working in shifts, and the change in scenery could be good for me.”

His eyes drift down, clearly conflicted. “I was really hoping to talk to Jun about it, but I didn't want to bother him, considering everything going on right now. I’m just not sure what the right choice is. What do you think? Should I go back after my leave and risk more trouble, or try something new and potentially fail at it?”

His question hangs in the air, a mix of uncertainty and hope. You can see how much he's wrestling with it, and you want to help him make the decision that feels right.

“I’d say try something new,” you reply thoughtfully, meeting his gaze. “Otherwise, you might find yourself back in the same place, struggling again. Plus, if you give the city option a shot and it doesn’t work out, at least you’ll know. It’s not a failure; it’s just learning something about yourself. And that’s always a win in my eyes. It takes courage to step into the unknown.”

Seungcheol feels a slight weight lift off his chest, a warmth spreading in his chest hearing you say that. It’s a small comfort, but it’s enough to give him a bit more clarity, a bit more peace to make that upcoming decision.

Day Seven of Surviving Seungcheol

Sleep was impossible last night. You were too tangled in anxious thoughts to get any actual rest, and now the nerves are eating you alive. You’re jittery as you sit in front of your laptop, the glow of the screen casting a faint light on your face. The meeting is about to start, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Every second that ticks by feels like an eternity, your hands nervously tapping against the edge of the desk as you wait for your team to join the call.

You sit up straighter after the familiar faces appear, trying to shake off the anxiety in your chest as your agent speaks, his voice steady but distant through the screen. You can feel the tension coiling inside you, your nerves prickling with each word.

“Thanks for meeting with us on such short notice,” your agent continues, giving you a polite but businesslike smile. “I know you mentioned being out of town, so we appreciate you making time for us virtually.”

You nod, offering a weak smile in return. “Of course. I’m glad we could make it work.” Your voice comes out a little more strained than you intend, but they don’t seem to notice.

The conversation moves into expectations. They want ‘less dense material, more filler and fluff between the spicy scenes,’ your agent explains, his tone matter-of-fact.

Your heart sinks. Fluff? You don’t want to write a story full of empty space. You’ve poured your soul into creating a rich world, with real characters and stakes, and now they’re asking for less of that?

You can feel the frustration bubbling up, but you push it back, trying to keep your voice steady. “So, you want me to cut out the fantasy aspects? Completely?”

Your agent shifts, clearly trying to soften the blow. “Not entirely. Maybe just scale it back. We think a more erotic romance-focused direction will make the story more accessible. It’ll be easier to market.”

The words sting. You’ve always known writing was a business, but this? This feels like a betrayal of everything you’ve worked toward.

“But that’s not what my reader base expects,” you argue, leaning forward. “They’ve followed me for the story, for the world-building. They expect something more than just... fluff.”

Your agent presses on, oblivious to your concerns. “Look, we think this could broaden your reach, and gain thousands of new readers. We’re just thinking of your career in the long run.”

You feel a knot forming in your stomach. Thousands of new readers? As if the thousands you currently have aren’t enough? The idea of broadening your reader base sounds nice on paper, but what about the readers who’ve supported you from the start? What about the integrity of your work?

“But what about the people who’ve been with me since the beginning?” you ask, voice shaking slightly. “Don’t they deserve to see the series grow, not change into something...plain and unoriginal?”

Your agent’s expression tightens. “Without this kind of direction, there won’t be another book in the series. We can’t keep moving forward unless we adapt.”

The words hang heavy in the air, and you struggle to hold it together. The meeting wraps up soon after, but it feels like you’re in a fog, your thoughts spinning. You want to fight back, to defend your story, but the weight of their words crushes you.

You slouch in your seat still just as confused as you were before. What now?

Whenever something bad happens in your life, you’ve always used writing as an escape. But what are you supposed to do when writing becomes an issue?

Sighing, you open your document, eyes scanning over the words you once felt so confident about. Even now, despite everything, they still feel right. And as you reread where you left off, the next scene unfolds effortlessly in your mind.

You lose yourself in your draft, letting Seungcheol’s words echo in your head—write for yourself, write what you want. For the first time in a while, the words flow without hesitation, without second-guessing. Hours slip away unnoticed as your fingers dance over the keyboard, lost in the world you’re creating.

When Seungcheol returns from his run, you hesitate. The weight of your earlier meeting lingers, but you don’t have the energy to explain the looming uncertainty of your novel. How, depending on what happens next, either your team will break your contract, or your readers will revolt over a boring porn-only sequel. Instead, you keep typing, pushing the thoughts away, if only for a little while longer.

Seungcheol doesn’t need words to know something is wrong. He can sense it. The weight in your shoulders, the distant look in your eyes, the way your fingers hover over your keyboard as if second-guessing every word. It doesn’t take much to assume that your meeting didn’t go well.

He wants to ask, but he also knows you well enough after your short time together to recognize that, right now, you’re not ready to talk about it. Still, that doesn’t mean he won’t do something about it.

He hates seeing you like this. If he could, he’d take your burdens onto his own shoulders without hesitation. He’d do anything to lift your mood, to see your lips curve into a genuine smile again. And if you cried, fuck, if they made you cry? He’d burn the whole damn world down just to set things right.

For now, though, he settles for something smaller. Something simple. He disappears into the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets until he finds what he’s looking for. A few minutes later, the scent of freshly made hot chocolate drifts through the air.

He returns with two full mugs, topped with whipped cream and mini marshmallows. He sets one of the mugs beside you without a word before sinking into the chair across from you.

You sigh, closing your laptop before reaching for the mug. The warmth seeps into your fingers as you take a sip, letting the rich aroma settle some of the unease twisting in your chest.

The two of you sit there in silence, but it’s the comfortable kind. No pressure, no expectations, just the quietness of passing time and the mesmerizing sight of snow falling beyond the window.

When your drinks are finished, Seungcheol takes both mugs to the sink. As he rinses them out, he casually suggests, “You should take a break from writing, clear your head a little.” Then, he turns toward Mika, who’s curled up on the floor. “Mika, wanna go play outside?”

She springs up immediately, her tail wagging as she yaps her answer. He grins. “Tell your mom to get dressed. We wanna play in the snow.”

Mika barks again, turning toward you as if relaying the message. You can’t help but smile.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

Bundling up in your winter gear, the three of you step outside into the crisp mountain air.

Mika takes off instantly, rolling in the fresh snow, kicking it up into the air like a puppy experiencing winter for the first time. She’s gonna be so sad in a few days when it’s time to leave the mountains and head back to the city where it’s already spring.

You laugh, watching her antics until something cold smacks into your side.

You blink, looking down at the splattered bits of snow before turning toward Seungcheol. He’s standing there, hands tucked innocently behind his back, lips pressed together like he’s trying to suppress a smirk.

“Oh, it’s on,” you warn, crouching to scoop up a handful of snow. You bunch it together in your mittens before launching it at him. It hits him square in the chest, and he stumbles back slightly, eyes wide with surprise at your strength

“Cheolmate,” you declare triumphantly, playing on the word checkmate.

His surprise quickly shifts into a determined grin. “Alright, you asked for it.”

Snowballs fly back and forth as laughter fills the backyard. Mika jumps between you both, snapping at the falling snowflakes and occasionally catching a snowball in her mouth, only to crunch it into oblivion.

Eventually, she loses interest in the fight altogether and gets the zoomies, tunneling through the snow and popping her head up every few feet, like a giddy little groundhog.

Seungcheol pauses mid-throw, watching her with amusement. “Your dog is ridiculous.”

You laugh, cheeks flushed from the cold and the playful chaos. “Yeah, but she fits right in.”

Seungcheol chuckles, moving to stand beside you. Watching you smile, hearing your laughter, it’s everything to him. The way your eyes crinkle at the corners as you watch Mika, the way your dimples deepen with each laugh, the way your entire face lights up with unfiltered joy when you meet his eyes. It’s mesmerizing. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful.

This is exactly what you need. And if he has anything to do with it, he’ll make sure you keep smiling like this. Always.

The snow begins to fall heavier, dusting both of you with a delicate layer of white. Mika is still running circles in the snow, but your focus is on each other now.

Without thinking, Seungcheol pulls off one of his gloves and reaches out, his fingers brushing gently over your face as he wipes away the snowflakes clinging to your eyelashes. His touch lingers, warm against your chilled skin, and his thumb instinctively strokes your cheek.

Your breath catches when his eyes flick down to your lips, and suddenly, the playful atmosphere shifts into something more intense.

Neither of you move for a moment. You stare into each other's eyes as the world around you fades, except for the quiet inhale you take when he slowly leans in.

Before you even realize it, your faces are close enough that his breath fans across your lips.

And then, he finally closes the distance.

His lips press softly against yours; he’s testing the waters and savoring the moment. But the second he feels you respond, the hesitation vanishes. The kiss deepens, slow and deliberate, laced with emotions neither of you have dared to voice. His hand cradles your face, fingers brushing along your chilled skin as he tilts your chin, pulling you impossibly closer.

It’s warm, intoxicating, perfect.

Your arms wind around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against your lips. He responds in kind, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, drawing a sinful little moan from deep within you.

Seungcheol smiles into the kiss, reveling in how effortlessly you melt into him. How he somehow knows exactly what you like, what you crave. It’s instinctive, effortless like you were always meant to be right here, in his arms.

The world around you ceases to exist. The snowfall, the cold, the rest of the universe, it all fades into insignificance. There is only him. Only the way he kisses you like you’re the most important thing in the world.

When you finally pull apart, your foreheads rest together, breath mingling in the crisp air. Your heart stammers wildly in your chest as a terrifying, undeniable truth settles in.

Shit.

Day Nine of Surviving Falling For Seungcheol

Ever since you accepted the fact that you have feelings for Seungcheol (very strong feelings, the kind that makes you want to do crazy, reckless, and borderline courageous things) you haven’t been sure how to act around him.

The past two days have been an absolute disaster. You’ve been a clumsy fool, tripping over your own feet, your words, your thoughts. Which, to be fair, isn’t all that different from any other given day. But now? Now it’s worse, because he’s here witnessing it all, and probably very aware of the fact that he’s the one doing it to you.

Yet, Seungcheol is acting completely normal. Like nothing happened. Like that kiss, the one that turned your entire world upside down, didn’t affect him at all.

Unless...it really didn’t affect him.

And in that case, you’re utterly and completely screwed.

You’re not exactly avoiding each other, but neither of you seems willing to make the first move. Or, technically, the second. It’s a silent game of waiting to see who will cave first.

You want to say screw it and just kiss him again. But what if it was a fluke? What if he only kissed you to make you feel better? Then again, who does that? Who kisses someone just to cheer them up? There had to be something behind it. Right?

You don’t know when it happened or how, maybe it was when he pulled you from your wrecked car, or when he made you coffee that first morning, or when he looked at you like that after your kiss.

Or maybe, just maybe, you've felt this way all along…

After helping clean up dinner, you busy yourself putting away the clean dishes. Watching Seungcheol cook is one thing, but watching him do something as simple as washing dishes? That’s an entirely different level of unfair. The way his forearms flex, the way his hand veins pop out as he scrubs a plate clean, it makes you want to throw all logic out the window and climb him like a tree.

Boyfriend material. Without a doubt.

You need to get a grip.

Sensing your stare, he glances over his shoulder, one brow slightly raised, and you immediately whip your head away. Play it cool. You suddenly need a distraction, so you head to the fridge, reaching for a bottle of water—except, of course, the one you want is just out of reach.

Before you can even debate climbing onto the counter, Seungcheol is there, stepping in behind you without hesitation.

“Here, I got it.”

He moves in close, his chest nearly brushing against your back as he stretches over you. One hand instinctively finds your waist to steady himself, his fingers warm even through the fabric of your shirt. The brief contact sends a jolt through you, but before you can dwell on it, he grabs the bottle and hands it over.

You barely have time to mutter a thanks before your grip fails you and the cold bottle slips from your fingers, tumbling to the floor.

With a sigh, you bend down to retrieve it only to realize that Seungcheol hasn’t stepped back as far as you thought. Your ass brushes against his thigh, and the accidental touch sends a shockwave through both of you.

Startled, you jolt upright, only to whack your head against the counter.

“Shit—are you okay?” Seungcheol asks, immediately reaching for you.

“I’m okay, really,” you insist, waving him off despite the way your face flames with embarrassment.

…

Seungcheol feels bad, really bad. He can’t shake the thought that this is his fault. You seem so uncomfortable around him now that you’re practically injuring yourself just trying to avoid him. At least, that’s what he assumes.

Every time he speaks to you or even just walks by, he notices the way you tense up, how your responses are shorter than usual, like you’re trying to keep him at arm’s length. And it kills him.

But a part of him, a hopeful part, wants to believe that you’re not uncomfortable because you regret the kiss. Maybe you’re feeling the same way he does, wanting more but unsure how to ask for it.

He’s trying to be considerate, giving you space, not wanting to pressure you into anything. But at the same time, he’s starting to second-guess everything. Are your subtle reactions just in his head? Is he reading too much into the way your eyes linger on him, the way your breath hitches when he gets too close?

Or is he not imagining it at all?

He’s gotta do something to figure you out. That’s his only option at this point. If you’d just give him the smallest hint that you want him, he’ll take the lead—gladly. He’ll show you exactly what happens when you both stop tiptoeing around whatever this is and finally give in.

“You know,” you say suddenly, breaking the silence, “Besides the fact that we’ve been stuck together for the last week, we don’t actually know a whole lot about each other.”

Seungcheol finishes rinsing out the sink, dries his hands on a dish towel, and turns to lean against the counter. He crosses his arms before suggesting something, “Huh, you have a point. Maybe we should change that. Let’s play a game.”

You narrow your eyes. “What kind of game?”

“Truth or dare,” he says, failing to hide the smirk tugging at his lips.

You huff out a laugh. “Really? That’s what we’re going with?”

“Yep. Unless you’re scared.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. You go first, then.”

“Dare.” He doesn’t hesitate.

You think for a moment, then grin. “I dare you to call your mom so I can talk to her again. I’m sure she’s got quite a few stories of you to share.”

One of his eyebrows arches before he lets out a chuckle. “Or?”

“Or, if you pass, you have to take a drink.”

Seungcheol snorts, shaking his head. “Hand me a drink then, hun.”

It slips out so naturally, so effortlessly, that he doesn’t even try to recover from it. Why should he? You’ve got an entire arsenal of nicknames for him, what’s the big deal if he throws one back?

His eyes trail down your backside as you turn to the fridge, returning with two beers. He watches the way you move, how your shirt lifts up just slightly when you grab the bottles, revealing a little slice of skin where he’d like to place his lips.

Seungcheol swallows hard and extends his hand out for one of the beers when you turn back around. “Under any other circumstances, I’d let you chat with my mom,” he says with a teasing smile. “But not tonight.” He cracks open the bottle, his gaze locked on yours as he lifts it to his lips.

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your drink to settle your nerves.

“Alright, your turn now.”

“Truth,” you say, chickening out.

He grins, sensing your hesitation. “When was the last time you went on a date?”

You groan, “Oh god. The day we met, actually. I ripped my pants escaping through the restaurant’s bathroom window, that’s how bad the date was.”

Seungcheol laughs, shaking his head. That absolutely sounds like something you’d do.

“Kate set me up with the guy, and it was a total disaster. He was rude, his manners were just for show, and it felt like every nice thing he did came with an expectation. Like if he opened the door for me, I owed him something in return, you know?”

Seungcheol's grip tightens around his beer bottle. He does know. And the thought of some guy treating you like that makes his blood boil.

“Okay, your turn again.”

“Truth.”

“Why did you kiss me?” you blurt out.

Seungcheol meets your gaze, his expression is soft but unwavering. “Because I really wanted to,” he admits, remembering every little detail of that kiss. Like how warm you were, how perfectly you fit in his arms, how he hadn’t been able to think about anything else since.

Your breath hitches for a moment, but you quickly recover. “Dare.”

A wild thought crosses his mind, and once it’s there, he can’t shake it. He leans in slightly, watching you carefully. “I dare you to finish your drink and then join me in the hot tub.”

The challenge in his voice sends a thrill down your spine. Without hesitation, you tip your head back, downing the rest of your beer. Then, without breaking eye contact, you peel off your shirt, revealing the sheer bra underneath.

“You coming?” you ask playfully, tossing your shirt aside and heading toward the backyard.

Seungcheol just stands there for a second, his brain short-circuiting. He was expecting a little resistance, maybe a joke, but this? Oh, this is so much better.

Swallowing hard, he follows you onto the deck, where you’re slipping off your pants. Fuck. He quickly removes the hot tub cover while you turn it on. The air might be a little chilly, but his body is running hot.

And then you bend over to test the water temperature, still in nothing but your bra and panties, and Seungcheol has to force himself to look anywhere else. If someone had told him earlier today that by nightfall, he’d be out here with you, watching you strip down like it was the most natural thing in the world, he’d have laughed.

But now? Now, he’s just thanking whatever divine force made this his lucky day.

He tosses his shirt aside, then his pants, barely paying attention to where they land. What he does pay attention to, though, is the way your eyes rake over him, the way your breath quickens for just a second. Another perk of being a firefighter is that the hard training keeps you in shape. All those workouts? Yeah, they were worth it just for this moment, just to see you looking at him like that.

“Help me in?” you ask, reaching out.

He takes your hand without hesitation, steadying you as you step up and lower yourself into the steaming, bubbling water. His grip lingers for just a second longer than necessary before he follows you in, sighing as the heat works into his muscles.

“This is nice,” he says, settling in, tilting his head back against the edge. The jets work at the tension in his lower back, but the real relief is sitting across from him, grinning like you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

“Mmm, it really is,” you hum in agreement. Then, with a mischievous, playful glint in your eye, you remind him, “It’s your turn, by the way.”

Oh, right. The game.

“Dare,” he says, smirking, willing to test just how far you’re willing to push this thing between the two of you.

Your grin deepens. “Take off your boxers.”

He arches a brow, amused but not remotely hesitant. Maintaining eye contact, he lifts his hips just enough to slide the soaked fabric down his legs and tosses them onto the deck with the rest of his clothes. The water swirls around him, warm and teasing, but nothing about this feels as thrilling as the way your smile slowly spreads, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you watch him.

“I didn’t think you actually would,” you tease.

He leans in just a little, voice low, teasing right back. “One thing you should know about me, sweetheart,” his smirk turns positively sinful, “I never turn down a challenge.”

You roll your eyes and splash water in his face. "Coupsie Daisy, my bad," you half-heartedly apologize, even though you’re anything but sorry.

Seungcheol wipes the water from his face slowly, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he stares at you with darkened eyes. The playful banter between you shifts into something heavier.

Without overthinking, you move. Climbing onto his lap, your knees press into the seat on either side of him, your barely-there panties doing nothing to hide how hard he already is beneath you. A shaky breath leaves your lips at the contact, and you feel the way his grip tightens on your waist, the way his fingertips begin to trace the curve of your spine.

There’s no pretending now. No more second-guessing. Your bodies are reacting on instinct, drawn to each other like it’s inevitable.

His voice is lower when he finally speaks, his breath warm against your lips. "Are we really going to do this?"

“That depends,” you whisper, rolling your hips just enough to make his fingers dig into your skin. “Is it a dare?”

His jaw clenches. “Do you want it to be?”

“No,” you breathe, tilting forward, your lips brushing against his. “I just want you.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs.

Seungcheol crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your gasp as his hands roam your back, pulling you in until there’s no space left between you.

This kiss is nothing like the last. That one had been sweet and gentle. But this? This is fire, hunger, and need all wrapped into one.

You moan into his mouth, the sound vibrating between you, sending a shiver straight to his cock. The reaction is immediate, and he twitches beneath you, hard and heavy against your core.

You roll your hips again, relishing the way he groans against your lips. “Fuck, you feel so big,” you murmur between feverish kisses, your voice laced with desperation.

His tongue sweeps into your mouth, deepening the kiss as his fingers reach behind you. With practiced fingers, he unclasps your bra, letting it slip from your shoulders and down your arms before it disappears into the water.

Seungcheol pulls back just enough to take you in, his gaze hungry as it rakes over your bare chest. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

Then, without warning, he dips his head down, capturing one in his mouth. The heat of his tongue swirls around the sensitive nub before he sucks, making you arch into him with a soft whimper. He moves to the other, giving it just as much attention, his teeth grazing teasingly before soothing the sting with his tongue.

Your fingers sink into his damp hair, nails scratching against his scalp as you pant, “Cheol, I need more.”

Your hand drifts between your bodies, wrapping around his stiff length beneath the water. The moment your fingers curl around him, a deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest. And that’s when he just about loses it.

“Wait,” he rasps against your lips, pulling back just enough to press his forehead against yours. His breath is ragged, his self-control hanging by a thread. “Wait, baby. Not here.”

His fingers grip your hips, keeping you steady as he stands, lifting you effortlessly in his arms. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms looping around his neck as he carries you inside.

His lips find yours again as he moves, each step purposeful. He’s determined. The cool air of the house is a stark contrast to the heat rolling off both of you, but it only makes you cling to him tighter.

He doesn’t stop until he reaches your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Then, with a wicked smirk, he lays you down on the bed, hovering over you with darkened eyes full of promise.

"Now," he murmurs, brushing his lips along your jaw, down your neck, "Let me show you how much I want you."

His lips reconnect with your breast, tongue tracing delicate circles over your sensitive skin, while his hand continues its descent. His fingers skim over your stomach, teasing along the waistband of your soaked panties before slipping beneath them.

A small gasp leaves your lips when he pushes the fabric aside, his fingers sliding effortlessly through your slick folds.

Seungcheol pulls back just slightly, his heated gaze locked onto your face as he curls his fingers into you, slow and deliberate. He watches the way your brows furrow, your mouth parting in a silent moan, completely captivated by how responsive you are to him.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he repeats, voice thick with desire as he leans in, capturing your lips once more.

The pressure in your core builds rapidly, his fingers coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. Every movement, every stroke, brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your whole body tightens in anticipation. You’re right there—

Suddenly, the sharp chime of your ringtone cuts through the air, breaking the spell between you both. Your breath is still ragged as your eyes snap to your phone on the nightstand, Kate’s photo lighting up the screen.

Seungcheol tears away from you like shrapnel, realization washing over him as he runs a hand through his damp hair. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and for a moment, he just stares at the phone, then back at you, still spread beneath him, panting, needy.

“You should probably answer that,” he says, voice rough as he clears his throat. He hesitates for only a second before adding, “Maybe we should call it a night.”

Before you can protest, he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, as if to ground himself, before stepping back and leaving you sitting there, exposed and still trembling from the almost earth-shattering orgasm you were supposed to have.

With a deep breath, you shake yourself out of your daze and reach for the phone.

“Hello?” you answer, voice still breathless.

Kate doesn’t seem to notice. “I have good news! Surgery went well, and we should be home sooner than we thought. I’ll know more tomorrow, but I just wanted to give you a heads-up.”

She continues explaining the procedure, detailing what the surgeons discovered and their plan moving forward, but you’re only half-listening.

Your body is still buzzing, your mind stuck on the way Seungcheol had just touched you, the way he looked at you like you were something he wanted to consume entirely.

And worse than that? The way you still want him right this minute.

“That’s great news. I’m sure Jun is relieved.”

“He is,” Kate says, her voice lighter than it has been in days. Then, after a brief pause, she adds, “Now, want to tell me what took you so long to answer? I called twice.”

Your stomach flips. “Oh, um. I was just busy doing…chores…” you lie, hoping she doesn’t catch the slight tremor in your voice.

Kate is silent for a second, and you can practically hear the smirk forming on her lips. “Oh really? Chores? Is that Cheol’s newest nickname?”

Your mouth falls open. “Shut up,” you grumble, face burning.

She just cackles. “Mm-hmm. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

“Yeah, yeah, bye.”

“Bye! And don’t forget to use protection!” she sings before hanging up.

You groan, tossing your phone onto the bed, and flopping down beside it. Of course, she figured it out. Sisterly intuition should be illegal.

After a deep breath, you drag yourself up and crack your door open, peeking into the hallway. Seungcheol’s door is shut. He’s probably already asleep.

With a sigh, you change into your pajamas, leaving your door slightly ajar. Not just for Mika when she finally decides to come to bed, but for him, too. You know, just in case.

But the house stays quiet, and the only visitor to your room that night is Mika, who hops onto the bed and curls up at your feet.

Still, as you settle under the covers, your mind drifts back to the heat of Seungcheol’s hands, the weight of his body, the hunger in his gaze.

You fall asleep thinking about all the ways he could satisfy you. would satisfy you, if only you’d had just a little more time.

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miyx-amour · 22 days ago

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yeri is my opp now tf!!,!,!.!!:!:₪:!:;!,!,! ALSO INSANELY INVESTED IN THIS!!!!

📲 Raising Us | wonwoo x f!reader | (2) the first year | 001

Paring: wonwoo x f!reader. Genre | tags: smau, series, non idol!au, best friends (idiots) to lovers, unexpected pregnancy, slow burn, angst, pinning, fluff, humor/comedy. Warnings: VERY angsty, random face claim, random baby picture use, swearing, exhaustion, mentions of baby poop, spit and stuff like that, arguments (they are both exhausted), friends looking down on them. MDNI!

Summary: On the night of your eighteenth birthday, you and Wonwoo made a pact to lose your virginities together. Ten years later you're co-parenting your unexpected child while figuring out where you stand with each other.

A/N: '96 line making their first appearance!! Also: these sections narrating the baby's years of life will be divided into three parts; this is the first part of the first year. You can find the pictures of the baby I'm using as Hyunwon on insta: @/h.junw

Status: on-going.

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miyx-amour · 24 days ago

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FUMBLED BRO

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miyx-amour · 26 days ago

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make it right

pairing: the8 x gn 14thmember!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1k

cw: arguments, making up, minghao is mean, the beach has nothing to do with the fic i just couldn't find any other pics.

a/n: another request finished! will begin writing a long fic soon... be scared... but enjoy this for now my kings even tho the end is kind of bad

it started off as an innocent, simple practice day.

sure, you were struggling a little, but you cut yourself some slack for being sick the day before.

"okay! let's cut it off here, good job everyone!" the choreographer announced with a quick reminder to hydrate and some other stuff that you tuned out. when he finished, everyone said their thank yous and started packing up. you too, began to gather all your belongings when someone tapped you on the shoulder.

turning around, you smiled to see that it was minghao.

"need something?" you asked, getting up and slinging your bag onto your shoulder.

"no, i just noticed you were having trouble on that dance break earlier. would you want to stay back a bit? i could help." he offered.

to be fully honest, you just wanted to go home; your body ached and you were still partially recovering from your fever. but on the other hand, you didn't want to seem lazy, so thinking it wouldn't take too long, you drop your bag on the floor.

"sure, a couple runs wouldn't hurt," you replied, walking toward the center of the room.

"you're not going yet?" chan asked as he made his way to the door.

you shook your head, "just need to fix the dance break, shouldn't take more than 20 minutes,"

he nodded, a little unsurely, but after seeing that minghao was there with you, he left.

however, those 20 minutes soon turned to 45.

you wiped your forehead with the back of your sleeve, catching your breath. "one more time?" you asked, though the exhaustion in your voice made it sound more like a plea than a suggestion.

minghao was already hitting 'play' on his phone, muttering, "if you can actually get it this time," under his breath.

you could barely hear him, but the comment made your stomach twist. you understood his frustration, everyone was getting this except you- and you were supposed to be one of the best dancers in the group. so, determined to get it right, you focused as the music started again, filling the empty space between you two.

but just as you felt the dance break begin, something was off. your timing, your footwork- something. and before you could fix it, minghao had already stopped.

"seriously?" he ran a hand through his hair, frustration seeping into his voice. "do i need to slow it down again? how are you still messing it up?"

the words stung more than they should've. you clenched your jaw, taking a slow breath. "i just need a second, okay? i'm trying."

"we've done this like ten times already, were you not paying attention to anything i said?"

"wow, thanks for the encouragement."

"the music video filming is coming up. if you mess up this much during it, we'll be there all day."

"you think i don't know that? maybe if you stopped nitpicking every little thing, i'd be able to focus."

"i'm 'nitpicking' because i care about this routine. unlike you, i actually want us to do well."

you were taken aback, going silent for a second.

"what? so you think just because i'm struggling means i don't care? why do you think i'm still here?"

minghao doesn't respond, so you kept going,

"i could've went home you know, i don't even need to be here at all! we both know that with maybe another day, i'd probably get it, but you said you'd help me, so i stayed and what do you do? forget it. i'm going home."

and with that, you packed up your things again and left, leaving minghao stunned.

you didn't think he'd show up to your shared apartment that night, probably crash with jun or something, but then you heard the door creak open.

keeping your eyes closed, you intently listened to minghao shuffle around, open a couple drawers, then leave.

huh, so he only came back for clothes? but then you heard another door close and rushing water only a minute later.

well, guess he was really deciding to stay over after that. you sighed, sitting up on the bed.

should you apologize so you both don't have to sleep angry? but you were definitely not apologizing for that. ugh, you hated trying to sleep next to a mad boyfriend, especially a mad minghao.

you considered just leaving the apartment and sleeping over at jeonghan's place, but you heard the shower turn off, so you plopped back into bed, shutting your eyes.

the door opened again, you tried your best to look like you were asleep, but you couldn't tell if it was working. you heard him sigh before saying, "i know you're awake,"

you don't even question how he know, "what about it?" you shot back, almost grimacing at your tone.

opening your eyes, you expected for minghao to shove you off the bed or ask you to move, but instead, an apology came from his mouth.

"i'm sorry, y/n. i really am. you were right, i was the one who offered to help, but i didn't and i'm sorry. i'll sleep on the couch, but i came here to apologize." he said, looking around the room as if he was a little kid apologizing to his mom.

you didn't respond, wondering if you should milk a little more from him. minghao would normally never apologize this early, being the stubborn guy he was. so when he turned around, you stopped him.

"wait- you mean it?" you asked. he nodded in response.

"okay, and?"

tilting his head, he tried to think of what else to say before sighing in defeat.

"and you're the best thing to happen to me, so i owe you dinner for the next week..."

"and?"

"you gotta be joking- and because i love you, i'll buy you that stupid $300 bag, now move so i can sleep,"

you complied, moving over so he can slip into bed. "you're impossible," he mumbled,

"and you're mean," you teased back. he chuckled lightly before wrapping himself around you. "i said i'm sorry," he whined.

"hmm, make it up to me?" you asked, puckering your lips at him. "no." he deadpanned, but after your face fell a little bit, he kissed you.

"no, don't make me buy you something else. we make the same salary, you know?"

"eh, you still get more gifts at fan signs than i do, but i'll let it slide." you replied, giving him another kiss before he nuzzled his head into your neck.

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miyx-amour · 26 days ago

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YOU'RE ALL THAT I WANT IN THIS LIFE | CHS

IN WHICH...bf text with vernon !

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miyx-amour · 27 days ago

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too soon to stop | 𝐜𝐬𝐜

୨୧ pairing:choi seungcheol x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: thigh riding, clit stimulation, dom!seungcheol || ୨୧ synopsis: "Did I say you could stop?" || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Requested by anon!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

You love your boyfriend, but he can be a real asshole when he's stubborn. Just because he displays a hefty amount of patience doesn't mean he doesn't possess one of the strongest bull-headed temperaments you've ever seen. When he wants something, he doesn't care what's in his way. He will get it if it's within his power.

Like right now, refusing to let you do anything else to come besides ride his thigh, the fabric of his jeans growing wet from how long you've moved back and forth across his pants.

You pause for merely a second to catch your breath, but Seungcheol grabs a fistful of your hair and smacks one of your ass cheeks with a sharp palm. You yelp softly before he rubs his hand across your reddened skin, soothing the sting. "Did I say you could stop, pet?"

"No, sir, but I—" He lays a smack to the other side of your ass, and you squeal again, moving abruptly on his thigh from the contact.

"No buts. You know that."

Before you can protest, he uses the free hand not tangled in your hair to run across your clit. Immediately you continue your earlier movements, the fabric rubbing across your walls as Seungcheol flicks your clit with his thumb.

"If you needed help to get off, darling, you could've just asked."

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miyx-amour · 28 days ago

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reader later

cherry f(l)avoured

Whatever Seungcheol has, Jeonghan has.

pairing jeonghan x f!reader x seungcheol word count 8K tags idol fic, dom!jeonghan, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, pwp, multiple smut scenes, reader is seungcheol’s gf, jeonghan is enlisted, svt is touring, tension, jealousy, irritation, accidental cuddling, implied wet dream, dry humping, making out, jeonghan being a menace, shaming, teasing, unprotected sex, breast play, degradation, spanking, cumming on ass, eventual threesome, cucking, blowjob, assisted deepthroating, cumming down throat, licking cum off skin, light choking, biting, spitting on pussy, creampie warnings smut, infidelity, minor angst, mentions of drinking, cursing

a/n god i think this is one of my favs i’ve ever written. pls let me know what u think and like/reblog !

Jeonghan is used to receiving princess treatment. Usually from all of his members, yet one in particular has always been more than adamant on spoiling him. Seungcheol and Jeonghan have always been close friends, each other’s halves, as the people around them would put it.

It wasn’t just gifts he’d regularly receive; expensive clothing and jewelry to match each other, or whatever item the younger one had been talking about wanting at the time— It was also the fact he’d barely have to lift a finger around Seungcheol.

Opened cans of beer were handed to him, shot glasses filled to the brim put on the table before him. His cold noodles pre-cut without a thought, and sometimes, Jeonghan merely had to open his mouth as Seungcheol spoon-fed him—naturally, nothing out of the ordinary for his dear friend.

Seungcheol had always believed in taking care of the people close to him, especially the ones who’d been by his side for nearly half his life, supporting him through his hardest times as a Pledis trainee and now as a leader.

Jeonghan found comfort in their fixed dynamic, which made the sudden appearance of you a significant disruption.

He’d never seen his friend so infatuated with anyone, a soft edge decorating his usual manly exterior. For once, Jeonghan suddenly wasn’t his number one anymore, and the realization irked him.

Sure, you were a genuinely sweet girl—he didn’t doubt his friend's judgement on that. You two seemed happily in love, but no matter how hard Jeonghan tried to tolerate you he felt a twinge of annoyance whenever you were around.

Evident to Jeonghan, you clearly felt the same about him. The air was tense between you, as though you were constantly vying for Seungcheol’s attention.

Maybe it was childish, and he did feel guilty knowing Seungcheol merely wanted the two most prominent people in his life to get along, but he really couldn’t be bothered to make an effort.

“Will you take care of y/n for me?” Seungcheol had asked him prior, their world tour making it so his members would be out of the country for weeks.

Jeonghan’s brows knitted together in confusion.

“Huh?” he blinked, leaning in a bit closer as if he hadn’t heard him properly.

“I mean, will you keep her company here and there while I’m gone? I know you get bored after work.” Seungcheol smiled hopefully, almost seeming unaware of what he was asking of him.

“What, she doesn’t have friends?” Jeonghan half-joked, his lip quirking up.

Seungcheol quietly sighed. “Hannie…” his hooded eyes read his friend doubtfully.

“Kidding, geez!” he laughed, but by his friend’s face he could tell he still expected a real answer.

“I will, I will—don’t worry Coups-ya.” he assured him, knowing he didn’t really have a choice anyway. Seungcheol was right, now that Jeonghan had to complete his service he only has his 9 to 5 opposed to his usual busy schedule as an idol.

Besides, how could he tell his best friend no? He could still remember his big hand on his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze as he smiled at him thankfully.

It was almost a week after the rest of Seventeen had left Korea—sans Jun, who was in China shooting his drama—and Jeonghan still hadn’t made an effort to seek you out. It was starting to gnaw at him a bit, not wanting to disappoint Seungcheol.

So, knowing you’d most likely be in Cheol’s apartment instead of your own, which already kind of irritated him, that’s where he goes.

He hums as he swiftly enters the password combination of the door lock, the door swinging open before he kicks off his shoes. There’s a white take-out bag swinging from his fingers as he walks to the living room, cocking up his eyebrow when he sees you peacefully asleep on the luxurious leather couch.

You wake up clutching your chest when Jeonghan loudly drops the bag with fried chicken on the table. “Jesus!” your eyes are wide with shock seeing the man suddenly standing in front of you.

“Just me,” Jeonghan says casually, plopping down right next to you after you slowly force yourself to sit up straight.

You clear your throat, watching as he opens the two boxes of food before tossing the plastic bag somewhere on the floor. You observe him with a critical eye, trying your best not to roll your eyes at his careless demeanor.

“Why did you come here?” you ask him, rubbing your tired eyes as he nibbles on a boneless piece of mayo chicken.

Jeonghan gets up from his seat again, sucking his finger clean as he walks to the kitchen. “Just dropping by,” he says over his shoulder.

You realize he’s wearing the same expensive hoodie Cheol owns—his dark grey instead of the familiar black one you’ve worn countless of times. He returns carrying a bottle of sprite and two glasses.

“I see,” you note, the quiet noises of the reality show breaking any silence.

“How did you know this is my favorite chicken place?” you look at Jeonghan while grabbing a big piece. You bite off half, a satisfied smile growing on your lips.

“I didn’t.” he shortly meets your eye as he fills your glass, looking away to fill up the second. “It’s my favorite restaurant.” he sighs. He twists the lid back on the bottle, condensation lingering on the thick plastic.

“Ah.” you nod slowly, realizing Seungcheol had introduced you to the place.

There’s a quietness as you’re eating, both of you pretending to be immensely engulfed in the tv show playing. Jeonghan occasionally makes a remark about the ridiculousness of the program, making you feel a bit ashamed for watching a trashy reality show.

Jeonghan huffs about being full once you’ve both nearly finished all the food, the black screen filled with closing credits his cue to leave. He’d made a comment about you having to clean the mess left behind—after all, he was the one who so kindly bought you a meal.

The sudden visit had you feeling a bit iffy, not sure why he’d taken the time to come over if you two obviously didn’t have any connection.

You really didn’t have a reason to not like him. All of your boyfriend’s friends were kind, all fun in their own way. It wasn’t like you knew them well, or for long, but their personalities easily blended with yours. They made it so easy to get along.

Yoon Jeonghan, however, is like a brick wall, one you can’t seem to move or get past. Everything you say is met with a certain look in his big eyes, meeting yours in a way that says nothing yet everything all at once.

It’s like he doesn’t deem you good enough for Seungcheol. For them.

“I miss you…” you pout at the camera, looking at your handsome boyfriend on the screen. He smiles cutely, thick pecs bulging as he supports his head with his hand.

“Me too, pretty,” he sighs, mimicking your pout.

You can tell he’s tired from the way his eyes are glazed over, trying his best not to yawn every minute as he talks to you.

“What have you been up to? Anything fun going on?” he asks. You think for a second before ultimately shaking your head.

“Just work and stuff,” you smile.

Seungcheol chuckles. “I told you to go out! You know you can use my car,” he reminds you, his shiny keys still in place on the kitchen counter.

“I will, Cheol.” you giggle. “I’m just waiting for Nora to come to town this weekend,” you explain. He hums understandingly.

“I’m sad you couldn’t go with me,” he pouts again, making you laugh when he starts experimenting with a silly crying filter.

“I know…” you sigh, rolling over while clutching your phone. “Maybe I can come to one of your shows after all…” you start to think, having to ask your difficult boss for time off.

Seungcheol smiles. “Let me know, baby. I would be very happy to see you. Three more weeks is too long, hm?” he tsks, shaking his head. “Why don’t you invite Jeonghannie over if you’re bored?” Seungcheol then tries, subtly trying to figure out if he’s already been around.

You pause for a second before speaking. “He came over today.” you tell him, your tone telling him everything he needs to know.

“Hmn? Isn’t that good?” Seungcheol tries smiling, somewhat glad to hear his friend listened to his request.

You huff. “No…” you’re quick to say. “He hates me.” you chuckle.

“What?” he frowns, bringing the camera a bit closer to his face. His cheeks are slightly red, a mix of post-concert drinks and exhaustion. “Of course he doesn’t hate you, baby.”

“Yeah he does,” you roll your eyes.

Seungcheol chews on his lip, thinking for a second. “I’ll talk to him, okay? He’s probably just in a mood,” he chuckles, defending his friend.

“He’s always in a mood…” you murmur under your breath, ignoring the next look Seungcheol’s giving you.

“Nevermind. You’re probably right,” you force a smile, making him hum. “Go sleep, okay? I’ll text you tomorrow.” you chuckle at his sleepy face, making him smile knowingly.

“Okay, baby. Talk to you soon,” he kisses the camera, making your stomach feel fuzzy and warm. “Goodluck tomorrow, handsome boy. Sleep tight.” you wave at him, making the same kissy face before you end the call.

There’s a blank look on your face as you approach Seungcheol’s apartment, groggily entering the code before entering the big Hangang view home.

At least there was one good thing about today: not having to go back to your own shitty excuse of an apartment. Your commute home was nearly over an hour, and after the day you had, you were in no mood to stand in an overly packed metro for that long. You usually stayed at Seungcheol’s anyway, happy you got to see him so frequently while also being closer to work.

“You’re home late.” the voice startles you, memories of the day before rushing back to you.

Jeonghan’s made himself comfortable on the floor, his hand reaching in a bag of chips as some youtube video plays on the tv in front of him. There’s cans of beer surrounding him, with a thin blanket draped over his lap.

“Great. You live here now?” you murmur under your breath, hanging up your jacket.

“Do you live here?” he bites back, attentively watching you put away your work bag.

You choose to ignore him, sighing before letting yourself fall on the couch. You hug a pillow to your chest, closing your eyes for a second.

Jeonghan watches you, almost sighing while remembering Seungcheol telling him off on the phone earlier today after your video call with him.

“Rough day?” he then asks, turning around to face you. You nod wordlessly, nuzzling your face deeper in the soft fabric.

Jeonghan inhales a deep breath as he thinks for a second, unlocking his phone to open a delivery app. “Let’s order something. What are you in the mood for?” he asks, patiently waiting for you to respond.

You open an eye to look at him, surprised by his sudden change.

“‘M not that hungry, Jeonghan.” you say quietly, clearing your throat before sitting up straight. “But thank you,” you offer him a small smile.

“Ayy, come on. You have to eat something,” he presses, throwing his phone in your lap. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable,” Jeonghan pushes himself up with a groan. “And when I’m back you better have placed an order.” he points his finger at you playfully, waltzing away to plunder Seungcheol’s clothing.

You chuckle, shaking your head before scrolling through the long list of restaurants.

Jeonghan seems rather invested in the reality show he was shit-talking only the day before, frowning at the tv as he sits next to you with his legs crossed on the table. An empty pizza box is discarded to the side, another bag of chips open between your bodies.

“Why would she sleep with Diego if she already had a thing with Antonio?” Jeonghan scoffs, eyes glued to the screen.

You hum, surprised you’re agreeing on something for once. “Right? Antonio is solid. He’s perfect.”

“Exactly. He treats her so well,” Jeonghan cocks his head to the side, tsking at what he’s seeing. There’s a pause before he speaks again. “But… I kinda get it,” your eyes meet his in curiosity. “Diego’s tempting, knows right how to lure her in with his pretty words.” he grins.

“I guess that’s the point,” Jeonghan adds, sighing as he grabs a handful of chips.

“What is?” you frown.

Jeonghan looks at you again, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Sometimes people want what they can’t have. Even if they’ve already got everything they need.”

“Sounds reckless.” you sigh, stealing a chip from his palm as you take in his words.

He shrugs. “Yeah, well… people are.”

The two of you stay up watching the next three episodes until ‘Next episode on Wednesday’ pops up on the screen. “Pfft.” Jeonghan huffs, left in disbelief at some plot twist as you navigate back to the main screen.

“Wednesday’s tomorrow.” you remind him casually, chuckling when he gasps next to you.

You scroll through the large selection of movies, Jeonghan proclaiming his disinterest until you stumble on some early 2010’s romcom. You flick the remote to the side to get comfortable on the couch, instantly feeling comfy engulfed by the thick blanket.

Weirdly enough, the day didn’t turn out to be that bad with Jeonghan around. You almost had… fun. It felt like something had shifted, the usual heavy energy replaced by an easier, comfortable atmosphere. Maybe you were finally starting to get along with Jeonghan now that Seungcheol wasn’t between you.

Movies weren’t usually your thing, evident by the way your eyes instantly start to feel heavier. You catch yourself slowly drifting off, trying to force your eyes open again to keep you up.

Jeonghan’s too engulfed in the movie too notice, and it isn’t until half an hour later he spots your sleeping figure. He takes a quick picture of you, your head at an awkward angle that could only be uncomfortable. He silently laughs as he sends the picture to Seungcheol, tossing the bag of chips on the table and accidentally waking you up in the process.

“Hm?” you frown in confusion, Jeonghan shushing you as he goes to sit directly next to you. “Here,” he whispers, offering his shoulder to sleep on. You rub your face in an attempt to stay awake again, making him roll his eyes as you try to watch the movie you’d already missed over half of.

You barely last a minute before Jeonghan gradually feels the weight of your head pressing against his shoulder, your breathing getting deeper.

“Stubborn girl.” he mutters before turning his attention back to the movie, suppressing a yawn himself.

It doesn’t take long for Jeonghan to follow into your footsteps. He dozes off next to you as the movie keeps playing, and eventually the screen automatically goes black.

A groan slips past your lips. Outside it’s still pitch black, your tired eyes blinking in confusion at where you are. There’s a weight against your body, and you groggily remove yourself from under Jeonghan’s body as inaudible mumbling comes out of him.

He frowns almost angrily being disrupted in his sleep, pushing a hand through his dark locs as he tries to make sense of the situation.

“You woke me up.” he whines, his voice a couple octaves lower. You force yourself up, stretching to relieve your sore muscles. “My back is killing me.” you sigh, rubbing your lower back. Jeonghan sighs in annoyance, covering himself with the tousled blankets. “Whatever. Let’s just go to sleep again,” he mumbles, meeting your eye expectantly.

“No. I want to sleep in bed.” you tell him, his frown deepening before he rolls his eyes and goes to lay down. “Fine. Don’t wanna hear your snoring anyway.” he says, putting two pillows under his head.

“I wasn’t snoring.” you defend yourself as you bend over him, feeling around for your phone under the blanket. “Woah, touchy subject?” he chuckles, swatting away your hand at his side before nodding at the table.

You grab your phone, mumbling a quick ‘good night’ as you stalk towards the bedroom, eager to get under the much warmer comforter. Suddenly you halt, turning around to see Jeonghan bundled up under the thin blanket. It was winter, and you were sure he wouldn’t be able to get a decent night’s sleep like this.

“Jeonghan?” you call him.

“Hm?” he simply hums, not bothering to move from his spot.

“You can…you can just-“ you sigh, interrupting yourself. “Sleep next to me? It’s too cold here.” you finally say, scratching your neck awkwardly.

Jeonghan turns to you, pushing himself up to be able to look at you. He goes to make a snarky comment, but he keeps himself from doing so after seeing the earnest look on your face.

“Yeah, no—okay,” he says casually, following you to the bedroom.

You don’t say much as you both get under the covers, a safe distance between you lying in Seungcheol’s big bed.

“Try to keep your hands to yourself,” Jeonghan sighs, almost chuckling when you only reply with a hum, too tired to respond to another one of his jokes.

Naturally, Jeonghan faces you, his eyes suddenly taking in the expensive gold bracelet around your wrist. The design is intricate, a continuous trail of interlinked logos, each adorned with a tiny red diamond at its center.

He rolls his eyes realizing Seungcheol has the exact same one, as he’d nudged his friend into buying him a matching one after he’d seen his. The jewelry costs well in the ten thousands, a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach at the stupid couple bracelet.

Jeonghan turns his back to you in annoyance, trying to sleep with you easily dozing off again.

A foreign presence wakes Jeonghan with a low, involuntary groan, his hand somehow comfortably resting atop your waist. At some point during the night, you had ended up spooning, though the how was a mystery to him. Not that it mattered much when more… pressing matters demanded his attention—namely, the way your ass presses against his now hard crotch.

To make things even worse, soft, breathy whimpers escaped you as you unconsciously ground back against him, sending his pulse racing.

“God.” Jeonghan curses quietly, instinctively tightening his fingers into your plush skin. He doesn’t feel guilty shifting closer, sighing when he slowly starts grinding his impossibly hard cock against you. This was your fault after all.

He gulps at the friction, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he keeps moving, biting his lip to keep himself from groaning. Your grip tightens on the comforter, your chest heaving as your panties stick to your wet core.

Eager to relieve himself, Jeonghan slightly picks up the pace, not too worried when your hazy eyes tiredly flutter open.

Before you have a chance to fully wake up he has you pressed flat on your back, rolling on top of your body to zealously rut against your clothed core. Your breath hitches before your lips are caught in a forceful kiss, drowning out any protests as he expertly swipes his tongue against your bottom lip.

Languid fingers find his shoulders, weakly grabbing him as you whimper against his mouth. You know what you’re doing is wrong, yet every touch lulls you further away from the edge of self-control.

Your cunt is pulsing deliciously, hips heedlessly bucking against him. There’s a desperation as you make out, a mess of spit and muffled gasps filling the otherwise quiet room.

“J-jeonghan-“ you whimper, finding enough strength to squeeze his shoulder fruitlessly, the length of his dick rubbing into you with purpose.

You help the hasty hand push down your pajama pants, fingers tugging at your ruined panties, ridding your sopping hole of the suffocating fabric as it clings to your thighs.

He’s hasty, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you both choose to ignore the consequences of the situation you’d shamelessly gotten yourself into. Jeonghan hikes you up against his thighs, and the next thing you feel is his impossibly thick head pressing against your opening.

Your back arches as he easily slides in, the grip of your cunt inciting a deep groan from his throat. He bottoms out inside of you, wasting no time as he starts fucking you hard and fast, driven by an animalistic kind of lust.

Fingers tangle in his tousled strands, moaning loudly against his swollen lips as he rocks you deeper into the mattress. “God.” your eyes roll back, whimpering when he harshly starts sucking on your neck. “Don’t...” you beg him shamefully. Your hand tightens in his hair to forcefully pull him off, barely able to meet his gaze.

Jeonghan chuckles, tossing your arms above your hands to grip your wrists. “What? Don’t want your boyfriend to find out what you did?” he asks, wetting his lips before grinning cunningly. Your neck prickles at the mention of Seungcheol, breath shuddering when the man on top of you goes even faster.

“Just k-keep going.” you gasp, closing your eyes in pleasure. You can tell you’re not going to last much longer, your stomach burning as his cock reaches deep inside of you.

Jeonghan then suddenly tugs off the expensive bracelet on your wrist, your eyes quickly opening at the sudden intrusion. “I don’t think you really deserve this anymore,” he tsks, hauling it across the room without a care.

It crashes somewhere on the floor, discarded to the side and nearly forgotten again when Jeonghan quickly goes back to kissing you, once again shushing your futile protests with his skillful mouth as if nothing happened.

“Legs.” he mumbles against your lips, simply tapping your thigh. His tone is straightforward, and you choose to oblige. You both moan when you link your legs around his waist. His cock is deeply nestled inside of you as he shallowly fucks you, pelvis grinding into your sensitive clit.

“Fucking hell,” Jeonghan curses at the feeling of your sweet cunt. He yanks your shirt up to knead your tit. “I see why Cheollie likes you so much.” he almost smirks before his mouth encircles your nipple.

His tongue swirls around your pebbled nub, sucking and licking until he has you mewling under him. You squeeze his shoulder, back arching when his teeth drag over the plump skin. “Such pretty tits.” he sighs, giving your nipple a quick peck before suddenly pulling out of you.

He shushes you as he manhandles you on all fours, gripping your ass as he immediately sinks his length back inside of you again. Your toes curl as you tighten around him, gripping the mattress to ground yourself while a cry spills past your lips.

“C-cheol’s gonna kill you.” you then suddenly blurt out, cursing at a particular deep thrust. Jeonghan lets out a breathy laugh. “I wouldn’t be so sure, y/n.” he kneads your ass. “Whatever’s Cheol’s is mine anyway.” he smacks your ass as if to emphasize his point, groaning at the way you tighten around him upon hearing his words.

“Cum with me.” Jeonghan tells you, his lithe finger finding your wet clit. You bite your lip as he expertly plays with you, closing your eyes as he gets you closer and closer to the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard, legs shaking as you cry out into the pillow. Jeonghan groans feeling your cunt pulsing around him, quickly pulling out to watch his cum make a mess of your ass.

He watches you ride out your high, stroking your twitching leg as you both catch your breath.

“Fuck.” Jeonghan curses, pushing a hand through his hair before getting up. “Wait here,” he tells you, putting on his boxers as you tiredly lie down. He comes back with a towel, carefully cleaning up the mess he’s left you before fully taking off the panties bunched above your knees.

“You should probably go to the bathroom,” Jeonghan says, opening Seungcheol’s closet to find you some clean underwear.

“I will in a minute.” you tell him, hugging the pillow as he easily slides on your panties for you. Jeonghan hums. “Then I’ll go take a shower.” he briefly pats your butt, tucking you in before disappearing into the bathroom.

You spot your bracelet lying on the floor, the post-orgasmic haze fading fast as you take in what you’d just done. Your thoughts spiral, the sound of the showerhead a cruel reminder of the moment you just shared with your boyfriend’s best friend.

“Do I keep having to tell you to watch that big mouth of yours?” you hiss at Jeonghan, elbowing him after you’re finally seated on the Japan airlines plane.

Jeonghan only laughs as if it’s all a big joke to him, obviously not worried about your constant fear of the idol being discovered traveling together with some girl.

“Probably.” he grins under his mask, cunningly eyeing you in amusement.

Anyone could tell you were nervous— not just because of the whole traveling situation, but there was obviously a much bigger issue taking up space in your head. You were getting closer and closer to seeing Seungcheol again. Your mind was running overtime.

Seungcheol had kindly offered to book you a plane ticket after you’d told him you got the green light to leave work early, excited you were able to spend some time together.

Naturally, Jeonghan tagged along—the short two-hour flight a perfect chance to reunite with his members before they were headed off to Singapore again.

It had only been two days since what had happened, and you hadn’t seen Jeonghan up until meeting him at the airport some hours prior.

“I know all the hot spots in Osaka. I can be your translator, you know—since Cheollie is pretty shit at Japanese.” Jeonghan goes on after take off, his body fully turned to you. You were happy there were only two seats next to each other in business class, offering some privacy as he kept talking to you.

“Can’t you just listen to music and leave me alone?” you huff, crossing your arms as you look out the airplane window. You kept thinking about Seungcheol, about what he’d do if he found out. You knew you had to tell him eventually, and the mere thought left you riddled with anxiety.

“You’re awfully tense today.” Jeonghan chuckles. You sigh in defeat when he leans in even more, lowering his mask while trying not to grin. “I can think of a few ways to help you with that,” he starts, his minty breath hitting your ear as you feel his hand on your thigh.

You only side eye him.

“Come meet me in the bathroom?” he whispers, his fingers furtively brushing the inside of your leg.

Your head quickly turns to him, taking in the amused look on his face. “Are you crazy?” you hiss, pushing his hand away. Jeonghan quietly laughs, shrugging before grabbing his phone. “Forget it,” he sings, idly clicking his tongue whilst busying himself on his screen.

You sigh quietly, annoyed by the fact he’s out here joking while you’re contemplating the future of your relationship.

You owed it to Seungcheol to tell him what had happened, and you finally settle on telling him as soon as possible—after the tour, for obvious reasons.

“Watch, he’s gonna be standing there.” Jeonghan murmurs to you right as the elevator door slides open. Just as predicted you’re met by a smiling Seungcheol, thick arms warmly engulfing you while lovingly pecking your cheek.

“Hi there baby.” he whispers while smoothing his hand over your head. You can’t stop smiling, watching him happily greet his friend before grabbing both your luggages.

“How was the show today?” Jeonghan asks as you pass the big collection of suitcases lined up in the hallway. The whole floor consisted of only Seventeen and their staff, giving them as much privacy as possible.

“I’m so tired.” Seungcheol laughs as he unlocks his door, putting down all your stuff before dramatically letting himself fall down on the bed. You chuckle when he pouts while making grabby hands at you, pulling you on top of him when you get close enough.

“Did you two have fun?” Cheol asks, tightening his arms around you.

The sudden question makes you a bit tense, and you’re painfully aware of Jeonghan taking a seat on the bed right next to you and Seungcheol.

“Oh, of course. We had a lot of fun, right y/n?” Jeonghan smiles at you knowingly, amused at the situation.

“Yeah… Jeonghan’s not too bad.” you only say, nuzzling your head against his firm chest to avoid looking at your poor unsuspecting boyfriend.

Seungcheol kisses your head, stroking your back while a sudden knock on the door has him looking up with a frown.

“Jeonghannie hyung?!” Mingyu calls from the other side.

“Ah, Kim Mingyu!” Jeonghan almost shouts, pushing himself up to open the door for his younger member.

You give Seungcheol a quick kiss before sitting up, your boyfriend mimicking you and watching the tall boy hugging Jeonghan as he dramatically wails about missing him in a high pitched crying voice.

Jeonghan giggles. “I know, I know,” he sighs while patting his back.

Mingyu flashes you a toothy smile once he’s done greeting Jeonghan. “y/nnie, you made it!”

“I know…” you pout, patting Cheol’s knee. “Can’t wait to see you guys perform tomorrow,” you smile, making the boy next to you gleam boyishly.

Mingyu chuckles. “This hyung will definitely try to show off with you there.” he teases Seungcheol, making the older one roll his eyes playfully. “So what…” he sulks, hugging your arm before putting his head on your shoulder.

“Anyway. You’re all hungry, right? Hoshi hyung, Dino, and I were talking about having sashimi and beer on the way back from the concert,” Mingyu looks around expectantly.

“Good idea, I’m starving.” Jeonghan rubs his belly.

Seungcheol looks at you. “I think we’ll pass.” he says, sitting up straight.

“Noo…” Mingyu pouts, giving Jeonghan a look as if to ask for backup.

Jeonghan chuckles. “Let’s give the lovebirds some time to themselves, Mingyu.” he pats his friend’s shoulder.

“Alright...” Mingyu sighs, pouting before waving at you with a smile. “See you tomorrow, y/n!” he then says, everyone saying their goodbyes before the two leave.

“Finally.” Cheol grins, making you laugh when he pins you to the bed to kiss you. “I missed you, baby.” he says before kissing you again, pecking you all over your face. You giggle, putting your arms around his neck. “Me too, Cheollie,” you sigh, stroking his thick hair.

“Cuddle with me…” Seungcheol whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. You smile. “Let me take a shower and we can cuddle the whole night.” you tell him, making him pout. “Alright… only if you hurry,” he chuckles.

“Promise.” you give him a kiss before getting up, zipping open your suitcase for some fresh clothes.

“You’re not hungry? I can order room service and It’ll be here once you’re done,” Cheol watches you grab your things, big eyes following you attentively.

“I’m not hungry, baby. Thank you.” you wink at him before disappearing into the bathroom, making him smile before he makes himself comfortable waiting for you to get back.

Seungcheol might’ve been more tired than you thought—you find him fast asleep once you walk back into the room, his phone barely clutched in his hand.

He mumbles when the mattress dips next to him, instinctively finding your warmth and putting his arm around you to keep you close. You kiss his cheek, taking in his handsome face with an odd feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach before you allow yourself to finally drift off.

—It’s the next morning. Breathy, deep groans still echo in your mind, the scene from before freshly burned into your vision after the sudden intrusion—the threat from behind the door not-too-kindly warning your boyfriend he’d be late to today’s practice if he didn’t leave.

God, how you’d missed Seungcheol’s presence. You had almost forgotten how easily he triggered this primal urge inside of you, the taste and feel of his veiny cock on your tongue a necessity most mornings. You riled each other up easily—equally as engrossed, willing to take and keep taking until ultimately one ends up winning your little game.

Needless to say the interruption had left you quite worked up.

Practice could go on for hours if you’re unlucky, cutting your afternoon together short before they had to perform again. You don’t know how much longer Seungcheol would be, and every minute felt like too long at this point.

You’d boxed up the remains of your breakfast, taken a bath until the water got too cold for you to bear, cleaned up the discarded items lying around, and you were still waiting.

Osaka seemed like a fun city with loads of places to explore, but you’d missed your boyfriend and the only thing you wanted was to be with him as soon as possible (and get your back blown out, obviously).

The sound of the heavy door closing catches your attention, eyebrows twitching when Jeonghan walks in. Now how did he get a keycard?

Jeonghan takes in your indifferent face. “I’m good, thank you for asking.” he chuckles, shrugging off his coat before crawling on the bed next to you. He kicks off his shoes, feet dangling from the side as he yawns while unlocking his phone.

“Did you go somewhere?” you sigh, fingers toying with the bracelet the man next to you had thrown around only days before.

Jeonghan hums. “Are you upset I didn’t ask you along?” he asks in a kindergarten teacher’s voice, making you roll your eyes.

“No.” you say flatly. “I didn’t even think of you today.”

“Ouch.” Jeonghan chuckles, eyes darting to you with a knowing glint. “Did Seungcheollie do something?” he asks, suddenly invested in where the conversation is headed. You give him a pointed look before exhaling a long sigh.

“No, just…” you pause. “It’s nothing.” you roll your eyes again.

He keeps looking at you—almost observing, and for some reason you can’t seem to read his motives. You never know what’s gonna come out of his mouth, and frankly it’s making you a bit nervous.

“I like it when you’re angry.” Jeonghan bites his lip, fully expecting you to scold him again.

You’re hesitant instead. “Not today, please.” you breathe, avoiding fully looking at him. You’re not sure what will happen if you do.

Jeonghan cocks up his eyebrows curiously, a silent challenge woven in his gaze as he shifts on his side to close the distance between you.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, frustrated at how horny you still are. He’s not making this any easier for you, especially with those long eyelashes blinking at you, as if you can’t tell this is one of his games.

“Practice is dragging out.” Jeonghan tells you as if he’s simply informing you, yet a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Sit down.” you almost whisper, but Jeonghan hears you loud and clear, fully grinning as he does just that.

You kneel on the floor before him. “Don’t fucking smile.” you warn him as you hastily unbutton his jeans. You eagerly push down both his pants and boxers, cock resting in his lap as you start to press open mouthed kisses all over his length.

Jeonghan exhales a breath, closing his eyes when you grab his cock to lick the top. You collect your spit, letting it messily dribble down before spreading it all over him, sucking on the top as you pump him until he’s fully hard.

“Fuck.” he exhales, hand finding your hair. His eyes shoot open when you suddenly take him down your throat, lewd sucking sounds filling the room as you try to take as much of him as you can. “Jesus, you’re crazy.” Jeonghan groans, tightening his grip on your hair.

He relishes in the way your throat constricts around him, gagging as you try to take even more. Your eyes water, vision glazed over when you meet his sultry gaze again. Jeonghan lazily grins at you. “You’re really shameless, huh?” he says, urging you to keep going with his hand.

You go faster, switching between sucking on his tip and licking around the head before taking the whole length down your throat again. You grip his legs, and Jeonghan whines when you swallow around him.

“Don’t do that if you don’t want me to cum already.” he hisses, fingers tightening in your hair. You ignore him, so cockhungry the only thing you want is to swallow his cum. You can already taste the salty flavor on your tongue, humming as you keep bobbing your head.

You almost don’t hear the door opening, too engrossed in sucking Jeonghan’s cock to notice.

“Oh Coups-ya, you’re back.” Jeonghan grins at his friend, your eyes widening while the secure hand in your hair keeps you pressed on his cock. The hairs of his happy trail tickle your nose, the skin pressing directly into his pelvis as a panicked, muffled sound escapes you.

“You’re really doing this without me?” Seungcheol sighs in annoyance. The question catches you off guard, Jeonghan chuckling at his friend. He looks down at you choking on his cock, teary eyed as you squeeze his thigh fruitlessly as a silent plea for him to ease up.

Jeonghan finally pulls you off him, a string of saliva connecting you as the two men look at you. You catch your breath, guilt written on your face when your gaze meets your boyfriend’s.

Seungcheol chuckles, leaning in to wipe your glossy lips with his thumb before grabbing your chin. “Are you not gonna finish Hannie off?” he asks, giving his friend a quick look. You gulp, confused by what’s happening.

You don’t say anything for a moment as you take it all in, realizing maybe it wasn’t a coincidence Jeonghan had access to the hotel room—after all, whatever’s Seungcheol’s is Jeonghan’s.

“Come on. Don’t be rude, baby.” Cheol says, guiding your face back to his friend’s crotch. Jeonghan leans back on his hand, the other caressing your cheek while you hesitantly grab his wet cock again.

“What’s wrong y/nnie? You were so eager right before Cheollie came.” Jeonghan smiles, his hand moving to your nape to urge you on his length again. Your face heats up, shamelessly avoiding their eyes as your lips encircle his head.

“There you go,” Cheol praises you, his big eyes watching you suck Jeonghan’s cock. Jeonghan wets his lips, humming at you slowly sucking him off.

“Faster.” Jeonghan tsks after only a few seconds, patting your head. “Just like before.” he adds, grinning when you roll your eyes at him.

“She always this bratty?” Jeonghan asks Seungcheol, his eyes zoned in on the sight of your lips stretched around his length.

You shriek when you’re suddenly forced to take all of him, squeezing your eyes shut as a stern hand moves your head up and down. “You just have to be strict when that happens.” your boyfriend says, his presence looming above you.

Jeonghan wipes at a stray tear in the corner of your eye, softly groaning as his friend makes you go even faster. “God…” he breathes, throwing his head back. The sounds you make are dirty, a mix of spit and muffled whimpers of resistance turning both boys on even more.

You drag your tongue against his protruding vein, sucking harder to trigger his orgasm. “Fuck… g-gonna cum.” Jeonghan moans, looking at you through his long eyelashes. He moans even harder when Seungcheol makes you take every inch, keeping you there like Jeonghan had before.

“Suck.” Cheol’s deep voice eggs you on, and you try your best before ultimately gagging, struggling to take all of him.

Jeonghan groans, gripping the sheets as his cum shoots down your throat. Seungcheol keeps you there for another second before finally pulling you off his cock, fingers tangled in your hair to watch you swallow down his friend’s cum.

You cough up some droplets on Jeonghan’s thigh, still catching your breath as Cheol wordlessly makes you lap up the mess you’ve made off Jeonghan’s skin with your tongue.

“Good girl.” your boyfriend smiles proudly, fixing the messy strands of your hair after pulling you up. His arm encircles your waist, tugging you closer until your front presses against his. “My turn.” he whispers in your ear, his plump lips tugging up in a subtle grin.

You can feel his hardness pressing into your stomach, the rough hand palming your ass possessively.

“You-you’re not mad?” you stutter, sighing when he nips at your earlobe. “Mad?” he smiles. The pads of his fingers stroke the skin under your shirt gently, lingering right above your sweatpants.

Seungcheol chuckles at you, giving you a quick peck before spinning you around to press his front to your back now.

“Why would I be, baby? Didn’t Jeonghannie take good care of you while I was away?” he whispers in your ear, toying with the strings of your sweatpants. You make the mistake of meeting Jeonghan’s heavy gaze, the boy clothed again and sitting on the foot of the bed in front of you with a big grin plastered on his face. He cocks up his eyebrow at you, lazily leaning back supporting his weight with his palms.

Hesitantly, you nod, looking back at Seungcheol who hums almost mockingly. His fingers glide into your panties, finding your wetness.

“So why aren’t you thanking him?” he says lowly, his thumb pressing into your clit. You exhale a breath, his deep voice sending a wave of heat through your stomach.

Your face feels hot, embarrassed as you look at Jeonghan. “Thank you, Jeonghan.” you say shyly, his big eyes watching what's happening in front of him brazenly.

Jeonghan hums, wetting his lips as he relishes in your apprehension.

Your boyfriend teases your entrance, fingers dipping against your hole as he slowly circles your clit. “Good girl.” he praises you, pecking your cheek. His lips drag down your jaw, two of his fingers pressing against your slit as if he’s going to enter, only to stop and tease your entrance again.

“Cheol…” you breathe, grabbing his wrist. Seungcheol chuckles, swiftly removing his hand from your pants. Before you can complain again he manhandles you down on the bed, giving Jeonghan a signal his friend immediately understands.

Jeonghan sits down against the headboard, putting an arm around you when Seungcheol has you lay against his friend’s chest. Jeonghan removes your shirt while your boyfriend busies himself taking off your sweatpants and panties, leaving you bare for them to feast off what they’re seeing.

“You ready, sweetheart?” Jeonghan toys with your nipples, rolling the hardening buds between his fingers. “I think this pussy’s forgotten all about Cheollie’s cock after obsessing over mine...” Jeonghan chuckles, earning a glare from his friend while you just gasp at the way he’s playing with your tits.

“See? She’s not even denying it.” he continues, giving your cheek a kiss while groping the swell of your chest.

Seungcheol ignores him, taking off his shirt to reveal his toned body. You unapologetically gawk at his meaty arms, the muscles flexing as he takes off his jeans. You squirm against Jeonghan’s body a little, getting impatient at the way Seungcheol is making such a show of taking off his clothes while looking down at you.

He finally takes off his boxers, his hard cock slapping against his stomach lewdly. He doesn’t waste much time, tossing your legs open to settle between them, spitting on your cunt before rubbing the bulbous tip all over your wetness. Seungcheol hums, pumping his length a few times before pressing the head against your messy entrance.

A whimper leaves your sore throat when he starts pushing inside, slowly, to make you feel every very inch. He’s stretching you, the painful yet delicious burn making you gasp and squirm again. Jeonghan grabs your throat, keeping you still as Cheol bottoms out. You moan weakly, feeling him nuzzled in the deepest parts of you.

“Missed this tight pussy.” Cheol sighs, leaning in to kiss you. He licks a stripe on your bottom lip, nibbling on the skin before licking into your mouth messily. You groan in each other’s mouths when he starts moving, your hands finding his thick head of hair.

Jeonghan kisses your neck, licking and sucking on the skin as he applies pressure on your throat. His teeth graze the skin, your breathy moans muffled by Seungcheol when he bites you.

“One cock isn’t enough for you, huh?” Cheol says, going faster again. He gives you another chase kiss before licking a broad stripe on your nipple, sucking your tit in his mouth and making you moan loudly.

Jeonghan uses his free hand to grip one of your thighs, opening you further for Seungcheol. “Fuck...” you sigh, pressing your head back against Jeonghan’s chest.

“Such a good slut…” Jeonghan hums, surprising you by suddenly tightening his grip on your throat painfully tight. “Come on, say you like Hannie’s cock best and I’ll let you breathe again.” he grins in amusement.

“Jeonghan.” Seungcheol warns his friend, giving him a pointed look.

Jeonghan chuckles, loosening his grip again. “Alright, alright, geez.” he smiles cruelly as you catch your breath, your chest heaving. He removes his hand all together, fingers finding your wet clit instead. You buck your hips in pleasure, moaning fruitlessly as the two play with your body.

“Shit, keep doing that Hannie, she gets so fucking tight when you play with her clit.” Cheol groans, fucking you even harder to chase his release. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, your body squirming and moving as pleasure overtakes you.

Cheol slaps your thigh roughly, making you gasp at the sting. “Be good.” he reminds you. Jeonghan’s arm encircles your waist to keep you still, his other hand pinching your clit to incite another loud cry from you.

“Are you gonna cum? Gonna—shit. Gonna make a mess of this pretty pussy.” Seungcheol moans. He hastily puts your legs over his shoulder, leaning in until his chest presses against yours, almost bending you as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Go on, baby. Cum on my cock.” he breathes, groaning at the way you’re tightening around him. Your thighs burn at the angle you’re being pressed, shaking as you moan at the pleasure you’re receiving. Jeonghan presses tentative kisses in your neck, fingers rubbing you faster and faster until your release washes over you.

It hits you hard, tears in your eyes as your body shakes, whimpering at the feeling of Seungcheol cumming inside of you with a guttural moan, warmth flooding your walls as he keeps thrusting until he’s filled you completely. “Fuck.” Seungcheol sighs, slowing down until he stills inside of you, giving a few more shallow thrusts to stir the mess of cum inside of you.

“Our good girl…” Jeonghan strokes your sides, kissing your temple.

Seungcheol slowly helps you put down your legs, massaging your sore thighs for a moment before slowly pulling out of you, smiling at your soft whimper.

“You must be tired, huh baby?” Cheol gives the inside of your knee a kiss, watching you nod soundlessly. They both chuckle, and Jeonghan slowly helps you sit up again.

Seungcheol gives you a long kiss, stroking your cheek sweetly before getting up. “Do you want Hannie and me to help you shower, baby?” he asks. You nod again. “Yes, please.” you answer.

Jeonghan hums. “Let’s get you showered then, y/nnie.” Jeonghan tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before pushing himself up, standing next to your boyfriend with his arms crossed.

You look at them standing in front of you, and something tells you this is going to be your new normal. The mere thought has you excited for what’s to come.

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pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader genre: mdni, smut, gossip girl au warnings: mean dom! jeonghan, rich girl! reader, blackmail, seungcheol is reader’s ex, finger sucking, a very short shoe riding scene, hair pulling, face slapping, crying, degradation, humiliation kink, pussy slapping, fingering, begging, squirting, masturbation, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex, choking, creampie, rough sex, minor dumbification if you squint. word count: 9.3k synopsis: with your it girl reputation on the line in regards to the latest gossip girl blast, you have no other choice but to own your mistakes and fall at the feet of the very person behind your impending doom.

rip georgina sparks, yoon jeonghan would’ve loved you.

“You.”

“Me.” He smirked, leaning back against the sofa. He swirled the dark liquor around in his glass, taking a sip as he maintained eye contact above the rim. His gaze was cruel and devious. He had the upper hand and he knew it too.

Maybe this was another one of his mind games. It was sick and twisted — right up his alley. You had always considered Jeonghan a friend; or at least enough to know just how many strings he could pull and the lengths he would go to so he could get his way.

“No.” You shook your head, refusing to believe the truth. It was plain out in front of you, still difficult to comprehend.

Raising an eyebrow, he found it hard not to laugh. “Yes.”

Gossip girl was in fact, not a girl. Gossip girl was Yoon Jeonghan. The very man, one in which you grew up with, was the same person who had been tormenting you and your friends throughout the past couple of years.

You had always known the blog had to have belonged to someone heavily involved in your life. He just so happened to be one of the last people you expected.

You should have known better. You should have known never to underestimate Yoon Jeonghan.

“B-but,” You were at a loss for words, “Why?”

Why was he Gossip Girl, why was he doing this to his friends, why had he targeted you, and most importantly — why was he threatening to release your nudes on the internet?

It was perfectly orchestrated. Jeonghan had somehow managed through one of your old flings, (and a desperate attempt to rule out your flooded thoughts about your ex), to get his hands on some very compromising photos of you — pussy out and on display for all of Seoul to see.

The man sitting down before you chuckled. He owed you nothing, least of all an explanation as to the devious website he created to publicly humiliate anyone and everyone he’s ever crossed paths with. However, after tonight and what was to come, he figured a brief explanation wouldn’t be so bad. “Seungcheol.” He stated firmly, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” Your breath hitched at the name. Seungcheol — the man who you gave your heart to all these years and unfortunately the man who you broke the heart of just two weeks ago.

Jeonghan saw you fumble, the small flash of sadness and vulnerability on your face before covering it up. He almost felt bad — keyword, almost. Nevertheless, although he had grown to see you as an acquaintance over time, his loyalty had always belonged to Seungcheol. In some sort of unhinged and evil way, this was his payback when it came to breaking his best friend’s heart.

However, if you dig a little deeper; perhaps into the manipulative scheming mind of Yoon Jeonghan — unknown to you, this was also payback for all those nights he was forced to sit there and listen to Seungcheol drone on and on about your sex lives. How you still seemed so classy and composed even behind closed doors, it pissed him off; it made him so completely angry even though he knew it shouldn’t.

“Wow.” He would say to Seungcheol every single time with the word vanilla plastered across his mind, whilst really in the back of it; he was determined to make a complete and utter mess out of you one day.

And that day had finally come.

Jeonghan chuckled, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “Don’t play dumb.”

It was amazing, really. You always managed to dance around anything you might be at fault for, but this time, you had nowhere to run. No. Jeonghan had cornered you and now it was inevitable.

“Please.” Your voice was hoarse, and although the last thing you wanted to do was beg him of all people, desperate times call for desperate measures. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” One of his eyebrows shot up in amusement. He still had that look on his face — the kind that you were so tempted to slap off. He didn’t believe you one bit, you were sure of it.

Nodding in confirmation, you dug your nails into the palm of your hands to release silent frustration. “Anything.” You repeat, this time much firmer than the last.

Jeonghan kept his eyes settled on you longer than you would have liked. You stood strong under his gaze, making sure your breathing remained steady. Clearing his throat, he set his glass down with a clink. “Oh angel.” His voice dripped with condescension as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

A lump began to form in your throat, the reality of your situation kicking in. What were you getting yourself into? Maybe it would be better to just leave before it’s too late, but you had made your own bed and now you have to lay in it.

As soon as you caught sight of the new Gossip Girl blast — one that entailed your raunchy photos were now in someone else’s hands and waiting to be sent out into the world, you were quick to drop everything you were doing. Your fingers hit send before you could process your actions, let alone properly form a plan. You had already sent a tip to the website, asking — no. Pleading, for the person behind the screen to show you mercy before your entire reputation was ruined.

Atlas, here you are, standing face to face with a menace otherwise known as Yoon Jeonghan.

The silence was unbearable. Both of you refused to break eye contact and you could see the corner of his mouth tilt up in a slight smirk at your determination. You were beginning to look pathetic and that was exactly how he wanted you to feel. The mission was already halfway accomplished. The embarrassment and blackballing you would face from the people around you stumped your pride tremendously.

“Okay.” He stated, realizing you weren’t going to back down. Jeonghan leaned back in his seat, cocking his head at you. “Strip.”

The word took you by surprise and you shot him a look of disbelief. He could not be serious. There was no way.

“What are you, deaf?” He scoffed after you had taken too long.

“I-,” You stuttered, your brows furrowing at him. “No!”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, getting up from his seat although making no moves to walk closer to where you were standing. “Don’t waste my time. You were the one that said you would do anything.”

“W-well yes, but,” You were at a loss for words, “I didn’t think you would mean this.”

He snickered at you, finding your statement hilarious. You should have never put anything past him, after all, he did come from one of the city’s most favored and wealthiest of families. With just the snap of his finger, he could get anything and everything he’s possibly ever wanted — even the chance to ruin you.

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, whipping his phone out. The screen cast a dim light over his face as it was turned on, but his eyes remained set on you the entire time. He watched as your expression shifted and you connected the dots, realizing he was only seconds away from posting the photos on the website.

With widened eyes, you held your hands up, slightly lunging forward but maintaining distance between the two of you. “Wait!”

A smug look plastered across his features. He knew he had you trapped. He sat back down in his seat, giving you some time to think over the ultimate decision — one that would either break you or spare you.

The criticism and dirty looks you would be forced to face if those pictures got out would be unbearable. Living your lavish lifestyle would soon come to an end when your parents disown you after they are released. Not to mention, everyone you have ever known would refuse to be associated with the city’s newly proclaimed “whore.” There goes your friends, your family, and your future.

So what was it going to be? Bare your pussy for Yoon Jeonghan, or bare your pussy for the entire city.

It was a cruel world, but inevitably, the only one you’ve ever known.

As the next words left your mouth, you thought you were going to be sick. “I’ll do it.” You managed to say, fighting the tears that threatened to leave your eyes in humiliation and defeat. “Just…don’t post them.”

Jeonghan’s face twisted in amusement, almost as if he didn’t expect you to give in so easily. Tucking his phone away, he tilted his head at you. “Well,” He said, “Better make it quick, I don’t have all night.”

You fought the urge to tell him off. You were stupid, yes, – for sending those nudes in the first place, but you weren’t dumb enough to piss him off, especially when the ball was in his court.

Refusing to look at him, your hands reached behind your back for the zipper of your dress. Your gaze was fixated on the ground as you tugged it down slowly, not wanting to fully embrace the current situation you had gotten yourself into.

If word got out about this, Seungcheol was going to be pissed. At Jeonghan, you wish you could say, but the hard truth was that most of his anger would be directed towards you. First, you broke up with him out of the blue, and now here you were about to let his best friend use you in a way that you never allowed him to even after many years spent together.

Maybe you really were a slut after all.

Jeonghan tutted in disapproval, capturing your attention. You snapped your head up, wondering what more he could possibly seek from you. “I want your eyes on me.”

You bit your tongue, wanting to scoff but deciding against it. He nodded, urging you to continue your actions. Clutching the straps of your dress, you slid them down your arms. The fabric, now loose on your body, fell to the floor almost immediately much to your dismay. You stepped out of the pool around your ankles, picking it up straight away and placing it on the hotel bed. God forbid, it was a one-of-a-kind designer piece and although what you were engaging in was dirty – that doesn’t mean the dress should be as well.

Jeonghan scoffed at your behavior. You’re the only person he knows that would find yourself in a position like this, yet still act the same; like you were better than everyone else. He was determined to go to extreme lengths to change that.

As you stood there, not knowing what to do, the man shook his head at you. “Continue.” He said as if it was something you should have already known. “When I said strip, I meant all of it.”

You wanted to cry; to scream; to rip your hair out in frustration, but you had no other choice than to oblige. Unhooking your bra, you inhaled shakily before you removed it from your body. Your hands instinctively shot up to cover yourself, but with a sharp look from Jeonghan, they went to rest on the sides of your lace underwear instead. You bit the inside of your cheek as you pulled them down, the last of your dignity washing away as you tossed them on the bed.

Jeonghan let out a low whistle as soon as you were bare for him. Sure he had already seen most of you, at least through a screen that is, but it was all the more different seeing it in person. “Y/n, Y/n Y/n.” He taunted. “I’m almost sad you were hiding all this from me.” His tone was patronizing, eyes scoping your body out head to toe. It left you feeling even more unnerved and dirty than before.

You crossed your legs in pursuit to feel more secure, but before you could make a small hopeless attempt at covering up, Jeonghan beckoned you towards him. “C’mere.”

Each step felt heavier than the last as you approached, rooting yourself to the exact spot he pointed at. He stared up at you for a few seconds, enjoying the view before clearing his throat. “My shoe.” He stated, which caused you to quirk an eyebrow in confusion.

“What?”

“Get yourself off using my shoe.” His tone was demanding, leaving no room for argument. Your stomach dropped, the thought of being treated like such making you feel filthy. Jeonghan kicked lightly at your calf, a subtle gesture to snap you out of it. Gulping, tears pricked your eyes as you lowered yourself onto your knees. He nudged his foot between your legs, forcing them open as he settled it directly at your core. “Come on baby.” The words that he spoke felt anything less than reassuring. “Make me wait any longer and I just might hit post.”

The threat encouraged you as you ripped the bandaid off and settled onto his shoe. The leather felt cold against your skin, the unfamiliar feeling being somewhat uncomfortable. The man moved his foot slightly, the friction against your clit causing you to hiss at the contact. This was dirty – beyond dirty; and although you wished you weren’t in this particular position right now, your body seemed to not take the hint. Your slick coated the leather of his shoe, arousal beginning to drip. As if this couldn’t get any more embarrassing, you squeezed your eyes shut, rocking slowly against it.

Jeonghan relaxed against the chair, watching you with a predatory gaze. He was beginning to get bored and he was also starting to get sick of you taking your sweet time. Swiftly, he reached forward to grab your jaw in his hand.

You lurched forward, eyes shooting open in shock and a moan being ripped from you as the sudden action caused his foot to press against your cunt harshly. “Jesus fuck.” He groaned. “Can’t even do this shit right.” His fingers pressed into the skin of your face and you found yourself able to move away from his grip. It caught you off guard when his other hand threaded into the strands of your hair, tugging your head back. You unintentionally grabbed his leg to stabilize yourself, mouth opening to let out a sound of pain. Deciding to take advantage of the compromising situation he put you in, Jeonghan’s fingers slipped inside your mouth. You resisted the urge to chomp down on them, fearing that he might act in a moment of anger and release the photos you were so desperately trying to avoid getting out to the public. Instead, you took what he was giving you, letting the tears fall steadily down your face as you gazed up at him.

“There we go.” He taunted, slipping his digits further down your throat. He rocked you himself, taking over for you as it seemed you weren’t doing a good job at it according to him — not like he gave you the chance to anyways.

The urge to gag was strong as you coughed around his fingers. Your mascara had begun to run down your face, only encouraging his ministrations further. Your body rolled against his leg, tits brushing on his dress pants every time he swayed you forward. Muffled sounds escaped your throat, partly from accommodating the fingers shoved down it and partly from trying to hold back the moans. You refused to let it feel good — you didn’t want him to make you feel good.

Give him an inch and he would take a mile.

“Oh c’mon sweetheart.” Jeonghan’s eyes softened, lips jutting into a pout to make him look almost sympathetic.

The fucker was taunting you.

“Don’t be like that.” He shook his leg, foot grinding against your folds.

You let out a displeased groan, tears falling, yet eyes glaring at him. He pushed his fingers farther down, you choking around them before he sighed and reluctantly pulled them out. The realization that you refused to quit the tough girl act had settled in and pushed him way past the point of having any patience.

“Fine,” He sneered, “Be a bitch then.” His hand gripped firmly at your hair, tugging you up from the ground with him. You grabbed his torso to stop yourself from falling at the swift movement. He shoved you forward towards the bed and you stumbled over your own two feet as you landed on the plush mattress. “Face down, ass up.” He demanded.

You stared at him, chest heaving. Sure, an awful attempt at riding his shoe was shameful, but being put into a position in which one of the most intimate parts of your body was completely on display for him was just downright degrading.

He had to have a humiliation kink — there was absolutely no possible way he didn’t.

Jeonghan arched an eyebrow as you took longer than he would have liked. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” His tone was threatening and you suddenly found yourself giving in to avoid the risk of what he might do if you suddenly changed your mind.

Yoon Jeonghan was certainly a man of his word. He had given you an ultimatum, and this was the option you had chosen. You had no one to blame but yourself as you knew better. Even as the thought of those specific photos leading to your impending doom was in the back of your mind, you still hit send.

With a heavy heart, you turned around and sat on your knees. Tears dripped onto the white duvet, staining it with your mascara. Hesitantly, you leaned forward, bending into the exact position he asked of you. From behind, Jeonghan watched you like a hawk, eyes more than satisfied with the view. Your pretty little cunt was all exposed for him as he pleased and to make matters worse, — at least in your case, you were sopping wet.

He had to fight back a groan, his pants tightening when his cock hardened. Wasting no time, he smoothed his hand over the curve of your ass. You flinched at the contact, his rings cold against your skin. You were hot to the touch and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he concluded it was from your ongoing embarrassment. His hands trailed further down, settling on either side of your pussy lips and using his thumbs to spread your folds to expose you further. The want and need to take you there right on the spot was strong, but he was patient — or at least, he was trying to convince himself of that.

He let you go and you finally took a deep breath, not even noticing you had been holding it back all that time. You barely had time to collect yourself, struggling to calm your emotions when you suddenly felt a painful sting. The smack traveled throughout the room, loud and clear. You lurched forward, gripping tightly onto the bed sheets as a yelp left your mouth. Your mind was racing, heart beating fast in your chest as you couldn’t believe what he had just done.

And he did it again — except this time he didn’t spare any time for the pain to linger away. Jeonghan’s hand came down hard and fast, raining smacks on your poor sensitive pussy. You attempted to get up, only to be forced back down as he continued his endless relent.

“J-Jeonghan.” Your sobs filled the room, the stinging sensation becoming painful and overwhelming. “H-hurts.” You reached a hand back from your vulnerable position to try and stop him, but he slapped it away instead of showing any mercy.

Your skin had now turned a light shade of red, arousal spread messily around your inner thighs and glistening in the lighting of the hotel lamps. You cried into the sheets, mostly out of pain, but partly because you were beginning to feel a faint amount of pleasure as his smacks began to land directly on your clit. The thought of somewhat starting to enjoy this was terrifying, however, you couldn’t stop the whine from leaving your mouth as his fingers grazed against your bundle of nerves with every slap.

The sound was soft, almost under your breath, but still, it somehow managed to reach his ears. Jeonghan came to a halt, a cheeky grin already across his face as he gazed down at you. “You’re beginning to enjoy this, aren’t you?” It was a useless question, one in which he had already figured out the answer to.

You stayed silent, avoiding making even the smallest peep as he rubbed your pussy — the stimulation causing some of the pain to be soothed. He snickered, intently watching your expressions as he did so. “Whore.”

Your stomach fluttered at the degrading title, hole clenching around nothing. He swiped a finger through your folds, using your wetness as lube when he inserted two of them. Your mouth fell open in silence as you adjusted to them. You whimpered as he kept his hand completely still, his middle and ring fingers making “come hither” motions slowly against your walls. Biting at your lip, you refused to make a sound from the slight pleasure you were experiencing. He kept it up for a while, wanting to keep you on edge.

Just as you were getting accustomed to the feeling, Jeonghan took you by surprise. His fingers quickly rammed in and out of you at a deadly pace, not faltering once. Your hand slammed down beside your head as you immediately let out a loud cry. “Oh my god!” You moaned out, this time not bothering to hold back. You jutted your ass out, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his two fingers constantly slammed against your g-spot. With each drive of his digits into your pussy, it drew out wet sounds that you shamelessly had no choice but to accept — not like you could do anything about it anyways. As much as you were trying to deny it, your body felt good even though it was Jeonghan of all people making you feel that way. He showed you no mercy as he refused to slow down. His fingers glided into you with ease, slick coating them entirely. At this rate, he could slip a third finger in as it would seem so easy to do so.

Jeonghan focused on your face, enjoying how your jaw fell slack and lids kept fluttering close. “You’re such a fucking slut.” He ripped his fingers out of you, landing a sharp slap, this time on your ass. “Letting me use you like this, huh?” You gasp, hips bucking a little bit at the unexpected contact. Once again, his digits slam into you, moving at lightning speed. His movements were aggressive, almost as if he was on a mission.

His question went unanswered as you found it hard to formulate any proper words. Your brain was empty, not a single thought on your mind as you gave into the pleasure you were receiving. It was hard to ignore, even if you desperately wanted to do so. Atlas, the spongy spot inside your walls was found and Jeonghan took advantage of that when he noticed. You got louder, babbling nonsense he couldn’t comprehend as he targeted it. “No, no.” You sobbed, the feeling forming in the pit of your stomach becoming suddenly overwhelming. “S-stop it.” Your voice was hoarse and you stuttered as it was difficult to even speak with his relentless ministrations inside your pussy. Jeonghan didn’t listen to you, your cries only encouraging him further. “Jeonghan, please.” To no avail, the squelching sounds picked up and the pressure building within you finally bursts. With the yell of his name, a rush of euphoria spread through your limbs, body trembling as you came undone. Jeonghan didn’t let up, instead continuing even as liquid gushed from your cunt and spread everywhere.

“Ugh.” He groaned. “You’re making a mess.” A sly smirk threatened to spread across his face as he accomplished what he had been trying to do in the first place.

Make a wreck out of you — he can check that off his bucket list.

You bawled into the mattress, cheeks turning red from embarrassment when you realized you had no control over what was happening. Your muscles had become far too relaxed and you struggled to get a hold of yourself from him consistently fingerfucking you. “Can’t-,” You whimpered. “Can’t help it.” You sounded pathetic, and to say it turned Jeonghan on would be an understatement.

Your orgasm subsided over and Jeonghan slipped his fingers out of your cunt; but he was far from being done. In fact, he was just getting started. You whined as he ground his palm against your clit, still being sensitive and not quite ready to take another one. “T-too much.” You fussed. He laughed at the state of you, finding it amusing. He caressed his hand over your ass yet again, this time giving it one more smack before ordering you to turn over. You stayed still for a moment, feeling sluggish and exhausted. Slowly, you lowered your body to the bed, breathing heavily as you collected yourself.

Your mind was racing — images of Seungcheol’s face if he ever found out about this, the consequences if your nudes got leaked, and what else Jeonghan had in store for you — flooding your thoughts.

A warning slap to the back of your thighs had you rolling over quickly, the sting drawing out a wail from you. “No more.” You whispered through shallow breaths, still trying to gather yourself post-orgasm. You had never experienced something so intense in your life and to say it had knocked the wind out of you would be an understatement.

Jeonghan ignored you, not even so much as bothering to look at your face. He had his focus elsewhere, narrowing in on one thing, and one thing only. He tapped the side of your thigh twice, “Open your legs.”

You shook your head no, crossing your limbs even tighter together. Your chest heaved up and down, the fear starting to rise at the consequences that you might face from your refusal.

Jeonghan released an entertained huff, nodding his head. You looked away for a split second, his burning gaze on you being far too severe to maintain eye contact.

Your mistake.

You saw it coming from your peripheral vision, and it was already too late to prevent it from happening. The sharp sensation spread across your left cheek, and although it wasn’t as hard as it could have been, it still caused your face to grow hot. The unexpectedness mixed with the pain of the slap caused you to yelp, and you immediately went to rub at the tender spot as you stared up at him wide-eyed.

“Don’t let me tell you again Y/N.” He bit out. “Spread your fucking legs.”

You were still too startled to process his words, let alone abide by them. Jeonghan exhaled a frustrated sigh, “Useless,” he muttered, before hooking his arms around your legs and yanking your body to the very edge of the bed where he stood. Your arms darted out to try and stabilize yourself, propping yourself up on your elbows. If you weren’t going to do what he said, then Jeonghan sure as hell would do it for you. He placed his hands on the underside of your thighs, forcing them up and apart until your knees were to your shoulders. A small smile spread across his face, his knowledge of your ballet skills currently being used against you as your flexibility came in handy for the current position he manhandled you into. A soft cry ripped from your throat as you suddenly felt all too vulnerable and exposed.

Jeonghan sucked in a breath as he held you open, staring down at your glistening folds. His cock felt restricted in his pants, a tent forming from the sight of you. “Even better than the photos.” He said under his breath. His eyes trailed from your cunt, grazing over your tits, before finally landing on your face. The waterworks trailed down your cheeks, mascara completely smudged. Your eyes were doe-like, a silent plea for mercy attempted to be conveyed through them.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Tilting his head, Jeonghan cooed in faux sympathy. “You did this to yourself.”

You knew he was right, he had given you the option and you had made your decision. Let this be a learning curve for you never to send your nudes to someone again, and never to date a man whose best friend is the devil in disguise.

Jeonghan reached his hand out and to his surprise – despite him letting go of your legs, you continued to stay spread open for him. He gripped at your jaw, fingers pressing into your skin as he forcefully squished your cheeks together. “Just say the words and I’ll put an end to this.” He was a menace, yes; but evil, no.

Who was he kidding, maybe just a little bit.

The offer lingered on your mind and for a split second, you were tempted to take it – to just say no and leave it at that. However hidden behind all the fear and humiliation, was the slight twinge of excitement and pleasure you were desperately trying to ignore. If you ended this now, it would come at the price of your public appearance and you would be damn crazy to consider that choice over being brought to an orgasm.

Jeonghan saw the exact moment you let your defenses down, the way your shoulders relaxed and breathing calmed being enough to let him know that your mind was made even without so much as a word from you. He scoffed, releasing your cheeks from his hold. “That’s what I thought.”

You resisted the urge to whimper as his fingers found your nipple, twisting and giving it a harsh tug. “Ugh,” he stepped away from you, taking in the scene before smirking. “I’m tired of doing all the work — make yourself feel good for me hm?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not knowing exactly what he was trying to get at. “What?” You asked timidly, watching as he stepped further away and began to unbutton his shirt.

“What?” He laughed mockingly. “You’ve never touched yourself before?”

At his accusation, you turned your face away from him. Suddenly the comforter seemed to be very interesting as you refused to make eye contact with him. Your cheeks bloomed an embarrassing shade of pink, soon to become red from shame.

“My god.” Jeonghan scoffed, his arms falling at his sides in mild disbelief. “You really think you’re better than everyone else, don’t you?” His tone was sharp, anger evident in his voice. “Think you’re too perfect to play with your pussy?” He inched closer to you, “To shove a few fingers up your cunt?”

You didn’t answer him. With just one wrong word, there was a possibility you could send him over the edge and that was the last thing you wanted. He tapped at your cheek, the slaps being half-assed yet still doing enough to get your gaze focused on him again. His smile was devious and it scared you just a little bit. “We’ll see about that.” He smacked your already puffy cunt, the pain causing your hole to clench around nothing as you cried out. “Get to work.” He demanded.

You wiped the tears from your face with one hand, but nevertheless, not wanting to piss him off any further, your other hand slid down to the very spot he wanted it at. You swiped at your folds, collecting your essence and settling your fingertips on your clit.

Truth be told, much to your dismay and to add honesty to Jeonghan’s words — he was right. You haven’t done this before. Typically it wouldn’t be a big deal, but now, especially in this situation where it could be useful; your lack of masturbation throughout your life could lead to your downfall.

“Clock’s ticking angel.” Jeonghan taunted, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Don’t make me hit post.”

Almost immediately you darted up further on your elbows. “No!” You yelled, desperation clear as day. “I-I’m doing it.” You lowered back down to get comfortable. Hesitantly, your fingers got to work, moving at a slow pace before picking up. Your pleasure was at an all-time low despite being soaking wet and you couldn’t help but think it was due to the fact that you didn’t exactly know how to get yourself there. In frustration, you focused on yourself, tuning out the man standing in front of you entirely. You drew figure eights on the bundle of nerves, putting your memory to good use from exactly what Seungcheol would do at times. Of course, it had always taken a while and never felt as good as what Jeonghan had done to you tonight — but nevertheless, at least it made you feel something.

You bit back a moan and as much as you would like to make yourself believe that it was from the thought of Seungcheol, you knew it wasn’t true. No. In fact, it was because of his best friend who currently stood at the foot of the bed watching your every move. He looked bored out of his mind, more than likely silently teasing you for your pathetic attempt at getting yourself off.

The sigh that left his mouth urged you to do better, the need to prove him wrong becoming strong. You ran a finger down to your hole, entering it slowly. There was barely any stretch, your pussy already used to being stuffed with Jeonghan’s much longer fingers.

He perked up when he noticed you slip a finger in, eyebrows raised, clearly not having expected you to penetrate yourself. “C’mon.” He pushed. “You can do better than that.” You slipped another digit in, using your juices as lube to easily bottom out in your cunt. Jeonghan shook his head with a smile, almost feeling bad for Seungcheol, who probably never got the chance to see you like this. “There we go.” He said as you began to move your fingers in and out of your pussy, trying to replicate the gesture he was doing to you earlier. “That’s it.”

A whimper left your mouth, feeling your digits slide against your walls. Your mouth fell open, however it was more so in distress than pleasure.

In and out, in and out, in and out.

No matter how many times you did it, no matter how long it went on for, and no matter how much you actually hated to admit it — your fingers didn’t feel nearly as good as when Jeonghan’s were buried deep inside your pussy.

Tears of frustration pricked at your eyes, and you let out a cry. Your pride was long gone, and you no longer had the energy to try and revive it. Your arm was beginning to get tired and body hot from the hopelessness of bringing yourself to an orgasm. “F-fuck.” You sobbed, ripping your fingers from your hole. Shamefully, with your ego finally being laid to rest, you willingly called out for him. “Jeonghan,” You begged, voice cracking in despair. “Please.”

Jeonghan would say that he couldn’t believe his ears, but deep down inside, he knew that he was the one who brought you to this breaking point. He hummed, letting you know that he acknowledged you.

“I can’t do it.” You wailed, holding back just a little to make it not seem like you were throwing a tantrum as if you were the spoiled little brat he always sought you out to be.

He snickered, drawing closer to where you laid. “You wanna cum, don’t you?”

“Yes please.” You whined, legs unconsciously spreading further. You would surely kick yourself if you processed your actions, but you were already too far into desperation to realize.

Jeonghan gave in, not because he pitied you, but because he was sure he needed to be inside you within the next few minutes or he just might bust a load in his pants. He replaced your fingers with his own, pumping them in and out just like you were doing to yourself before. Surprisingly, your pussy felt much more accustomed to his touch than your own, being able to ignite the feeling of bliss much too quickly. Somehow within yourself, you found enough strength to hold eye contact, looking up at him through your wet lashes. Endless pants left your mouth, and even if you wanted to hold them back, it was useless. He was making you feel good, and with the way your hole was clenching tightly around his digits — he knew it too.

Working you up to the brink of another orgasm, Jeonghan pulled away quickly as soon as he saw the signs. From the way your whimpers turned into moans, subtle beads of sweat trickled between the crevice of your breasts, and eyes began to roll back; it was enough for him to stop. You cried aloud as soon as the pleasure faded. “No!” You yelled in distress, but Jeonghan couldn’t care less. “Please Jeonghan, please.” You knew you hit rock bottom when you begged the one person you currently hated the most to give you an orgasm.

He shrugged, a hand smoothing over your inner thigh. “If you want to cum so bad, I'm not stopping you.”

“B-but-,” You were rendered speechless. “Need you.”

That was for sure the last thing you ever thought you would admit. You — needing Yoon Jeonghan of all people.

Jeonghan cooed at you. “Poor angel.” He mocked sympathetically. “Wanting me to play with her pussy so badly.” His words were laced with filth, yet they had your toes curling. He grazed his thumb through your folds and over your clit, spreading your arousal and causing you to shudder. “Dripping, all for me.” He smirked down at you with his finger rubbing slow, agonizing circles on your bundle of nerves. It was enough to feel good, but certainly not enough to send you over the edge. “Don’t worry angel. I’ll let you cum.”

He stopped entirely and the groan that left your throat let him know that you were less than pleased. The constant push and pull was beginning to irritate you, however you were in no position to complain. No — not when Jeonghan had the upper hand.

He ordered you not to move and you obliged. There was no use in making this any harder than it was, you had learned that over the course of the past hour. He didn’t care how long it took, let alone what it took. He was determined to make a mess out of you and unfortunately, much to your disbelief, you were voluntarily giving in to him.

He draped his suit coat over the armchair, his pants following soon after. With each piece of clothing he shed, you found yourself getting wetter and wetter — awaiting the best part. His thumb lingered between the waistband of those damn Calvin Klein’s, him smiling tauntingly at you as it was all you could keep your eyes on. “Want them off?” He asked smugly, already knowing the answer.

You glanced up at him before reverting your vision back to where his hand was, nodding repeatedly. “Yes, yes.” You said far too eagerly. “Take them off.”

Jeonghan chuckled, finally discarding the last garments and ultimately leaving him partially nude. His dress shirt was still on, though unbuttoned all the way which made up for him not fully taking it off. Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as you caught sight of his cock, standing tall and leaking with precum. He looked irresistible, and if you were just a little more far gone from your previous orgasms, maybe in your half-empty mind you would’ve mistaken him for an angel — or a devil in this matter.

He stalked towards you, arms reaching out to press your thighs further against your shoulders. You allowed him to without putting up a fight, too caught up with the inevitable scenarios your brain conjured up with what he had in store for you.

Gripping at the base of his cock, Jeonghan pumped himself a few times, allowing droplets of his precum to drip onto the carpet before slapping it against your pussy. Your legs threatened to close as you moaned from the feeling. He scoffed playfully, sliding his cock further past your cunt and up your pelvis. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you looked down at your stomach as you tried to work out what he was doing. He seemed so intent on watching himself rather than you and it piqued your interest. As you averted your gaze to his line of vision, a groan escaped from your mouth and you couldn’t help but throw your head back from the sight.

He was sizing you up. Trying to figure out himself, just how far he would be buried deep inside of you — and dare you say, at this very moment, you were just as invested as he was. To see for yourself, the bulge in your belly when he stuffs you full of his cock and brings you to a high Seungcheol never could.

You felt the head of his cock drag between your folds a few times, bumping your clit and drawing out a whimper as it stimulated the bundle of nerves. It all happened too soon; somewhere between opening your eyes and propping yourself up again, you realized it was useless when you fell back onto the mattress. The scream erupted from you in both pleasure and surprise as Jeonghan wasted no time, not slamming into you, but still gliding in fast enough to make your head spin. He clenched his eyes shut as your hole squeezed around him, showing his cock no mercy just as he’s been doing to you all night.

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. He repeated in his head like a mantra, but it was incredibly tough to stick to it when you were clamping around him like your life depended on it. “Fuck,” He breathed out, “You’re so tight.”

You adjusted to him with only just a little less of ease, having to remind yourself to breathe as he bottomed out. If Seungcheol had the girth, then Jeonghan certainly had the length. You could feel his tip kissing your cervix and you feared that it wouldn’t take much at this point to send you over the edge yet again.

He started off slow, sliding in and out of you at a moderate pace until not only you, but he himself also grew accustomed to. It was more for his sake than yours as he tried to loosen you up to the point in which he didn’t feel like cumming every time he entered and exited your cunt. Sighs escaped from your lips with each move, encouraging him to pick up the speed as he was determined to rile you up and make you more vocal for him. Your hands tangled with the plush comforter beneath you, using it as a squeeze toy to assist with taking what he was giving you. Jeonghan may be going easy on you now, but only a fool would think he’d keep up with the act – and you were right.

Soon, he was driving his cock into you, and with each thrust, you could feel him dragging against the inside of your walls. You were aware of everything, from his fingers pressing into your skin to his balls slapping against your ass. The mere feeling elicits a moan from you, eyes falling shut in pleasure only to fly open again when he lands a harsh slap to your tit. He tugs and pulls at your nipple, your body jerking up in response. “Eyes on me.” He demands.

You listen, making eye contact with him. If the phrase “the devil behind those eyes” was reincarnated into a person if possible, you were sure it would be Yoon Jeonghan. With the way he was staring down at you, so predatorial as he took whatever agenda he had against you out on your poor pussy, you were fairly certain he would still post the photos despite you doing what he asked.

Your jaw went slack, falling what seemed to be permanently open as you found yourself unable to hold back any of the sounds he evoked from you. He smiled at you, enjoying the way your tits bounced in perfect harmony with his thrusts and your chest heaved in anticipation. “Such a cute little cocksleeve.” He cooed.

You whimpered at his words, lids fluttering close despite warning yourself to ensure they didn’t. Jeonghan didn’t let it slide this time as he decided he’d had enough of reminding you to keep them on him. You feel his hand snaking up your body, enclosing around your neck. He uses his hold on you as leverage to yank you up on your elbows and you peer at him like a deer in the headlights. His glare was hard, not faltering once even as his hips rammed his cock further into you.

“The hell did I tell you?” He asked through gritted teeth. “What? Don’t tell me I’ve fucked you dumb already?”

To answer his question, one in which he already knew; your eyes rolled and you babbled incoherent words, too far immersed in pleasure to form a proper response. Jeonghan scoffed at the state of you, mood slightly elevated from accomplishing what he had intended to do all along. “Too easy.” He muttered.

You clenched on tightly to the wrist that was around your throat as he tightened his hand. You were beginning to get a little lightheaded, however, rather than scaring you, it only added more to the ecstasy. “Shit!” You cried when he hit your sweet spot exactly. It didn’t take him long to find it and needless to say, it threw you for a loop. The feeling was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, especially considering Seungcheol has never made you cum on his cock before. Jeonghan however, had the main objective to see you fall apart on his. “Fuck, Jeonghan!”

The man took notice of the way you absentmindedly ground your core against him, a gesture that silently yearned for more. He rutted into the same spot again, a wicked grin spreading across his face as your eyes glossed over and pussy squeezed around the base of his cock. “Right there?” He asked, already well aware of just how to angle himself to hit the same exact area every single time.

“Yes, yes, god yes!” You chanted as he without fail, slammed into your sweet spot repeatedly. The feeling had you gripping onto his wrist even tighter if possible, using his arm as leverage to ground yourself.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked, keenly examining the expression you were making.

You nodded frantically, but apparently, that wasn’t good enough for him. Jeonghan didn’t only want you to watch him, but he wanted to hear you too.

“Tell me just how good baby, I want to know.”

Unfortunately for you, unable to put into words exactly how you felt; nothing but mewls and whimpers left your mouth.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes at you, slowing his hips down to a pace that left you unable to cling to the pleasure threatening to leave your body. “No, no!” You rushed to claw at him, protesting his sudden action. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop.”

The man clicked his tongue, finding your reaction more than amusing. You were begging, and he didn’t even have to ask.

“F-feel so good Jeonghan.” You tell him what he wants to hear. “Love it.”

More content than he was before, Jeonghan started to move again, however, despite this he was still less than satisfied. “Love when what?”

“Love getting fucked like –,” Your breath hitched in realization and you beat yourself up over the fact that you were getting fucked so dumb your thoughts were reduced and you couldn’t process anything escaping from your mouth. You fell quiet as you became conscious of your words.

Jeonghan quirked an eyebrow at your silence. “Awh.” He cooed, feigning sympathy. “Like what baby, I’m listening?” Your lip trembled as you were unable to divert your gaze away from him. “Like a slut?” He answered for you. “Right angel, ‘cause that’s what you are hm?”

Tears fell steadily down the sides of your face, only blurring your vision and making you seem weak. You moved your head in the slightest of nods to pathetically agree and that finally made Jeonghan pick back up from where he left off. This time, instead of easing into it, he slammed into you again and you sobbed from the intrusion. Your pussy faced his cruel relentlessness, although happily letting him in and out as he worked you up to a pleasurable sensation yet again. Sloppy sounds of wetness filled the room, along with the smacking of skin-to-skin contact. You reached for one of your tits, taking your nipple between your fingers and rolling it for extra stimulation. You had never been one to focus on your breasts before, but Jeonghan was making something out of you that no one ever could – a whore.

“My little slut.” He groaned as he watched what you were doing to yourself.

“Yes Hannie!” You say, using the nickname you had only ever heard his close family and friends call him by — something you couldn’t ever be considered. “Love when you fuck me like I’m your little slut.” You babbled, too far gone to comprehend what you were saying to its full extent. You would surely regret it later, but for now, the consequences rest in the very back of your mind. “All yours.”

Jeonghan’s hips stuttered at your claim. His. You were all his. To please, to humiliate, to claim – you practically said it yourself.

“Tell me, angel,” He hissed, thumb swiping over your clit and causing you to gasp. “Seungcheol ever make you feel this good?”

Seungcheol. Seungcheol? Who was he again? – Oh yeah, right.

You struggled between moans, finding it difficult to put a face to the name, even if it was your ex-boyfriend as his best friend of all people fucked you stupid. “No.” You cried, your hips lifting off the bed as something began to form in the pit of your stomach. With each thrust, you could feel Jeonghan’s cock kissing your cervix, threatening to send you over the edge.

“What a shame.” Jeonghan shook his head. “He should’ve put this cute lil’ cunt to good use while he had the chance.” His remark caused you to whimper pitifully, yet you could still feel a rush of delight coursing through your veins. You were almost there, and it wouldn’t take long to have you fall apart either.

Your pussy tightened around his shaft, gripping him so immensely tight that Jeonghan’s hand accidentally squeezed harder around your neck. He went to loosen up immediately, but with the way your lids fluttered, he could sense that you liked it. The minimal breathing room that he had left you with only added to the pleasure that you were feeling. There was no escaping the warm, tingling sensation spreading throughout your body. Your toes curl as he fucks into you at a speed almost inhumane, treating you as if you were nothing but a toy for him to get off with. You couldn’t even talk if you wanted to, the only thing on your mind at the moment being your orgasm.

You sank your nails into him, scratching at his arms, but it was almost as if he couldn’t feel it, entirely too focused on chasing his own high as well.

In and out. In and out. In and out – just like his fingers had done so earlier before, and it wasn’t until he used his other hand to rub at your clit that the feeling washed over you entirely. It was intense – leaving your ears ringing to the point in which you couldn’t even hear what sounds you were making. All you saw was black, most likely from your eyes being rolled into the back of your head, and for a split second there it was as if you were floating. The moan that left your mouth was borderline pornographic, and Jeonghan just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. His cock twitched inside of you, steady pace faltering before he eventually allowed his own orgasm to take over. He filled you to the brim, letting out small sighs of satisfaction. From the chaos of it all, you could slightly make out the wetness that you felt underneath where your ass lay, and the comforter was now most likely ruined further from unavoidably squirting for the second time that night.

Jeonghan’s chest heaved up and down for a few seconds, and he gathered himself before letting go of your throat. You let out a large breath as soon as he did, followed by a whine when you felt him slide his cock out of your hole. Your mind was foggy still and you struggled to grasp onto reality, but you could sense him stepping out from in between your legs. You could hear as he got dressed, the metal of his belt buckle clanking, but still, you stayed put with your legs spread and eyes shut; limbs feeling like jelly. Jeonghan watched as you laid there, buttoning up his shirt messily. He had done a number on you, and it left him a lot more than content. He stalked towards you after gathering his stuff, you completely oblivious with your lids closed. His cum had now begun to ooze out of your pussy, leaking further down and this was an opportunity he could not miss.

Somewhere between the lingering daze and gaining your senses back to their full extent, you heard the shutter of a camera.

“What are you doing?” You shot up instantly, pleasure washed away and now replaced with fear. Your legs instinctively clamped shut, shielding your messy cunt from not only his view, but the camera lens as well.

Jeonghan shrugged, giving the photo a once over before tucking the device away in the safety of his pocket. “Just for safe measures.”

Your heartbeat sped up as you looked at him with eyes full of betrayal. “But you said you wouldn’t.”

“And I won’t,” He reassured, too relaxed about this whole predicament for your liking, “But what’s Gossip Girl without a little bit of blackmail?” He laughed, winking at you as he turned on his heels and began walking towards the door.

You glared daggers into his back from behind him, still sitting frozen on the bed and unable to move. He reached out for the doorknob, opening it up, “Oh, and Y/n,” he said, turning back around and reaching his hand in his pocket to fetch something. His voice was an octave lower than before, gaze matching it with a deadly stare set on you.

“What.” You snapped.

“Don’t forget,” He waved his phone in the air. “I own you now.”

The door slammed shut behind him and a sob finally ripped from your throat as you allowed yourself to cry freely. You shoved your face into your hands, coming to the conclusion that your fate now lied with him – and if there was anything you learned from tonight, it was that he would ruin you in any way he deemed possible.

XoXo, Yoon Jeonghan.

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