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CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP FOAMING AT THE MOUTH GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE CRAWLING ON THE CEILING

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rainy daze ✧ yoon keeho

✧ pairing: keeho x afab!reader

✧ summary: you don't fear much, but there are a few things - storms, for one, and also unnecessary feelings. enter yoon keeho, someone you've known for a long time and makes you question where you stand, but there's one small problem: he's your little brother's best friend.

✧ genre: childhood friends, fluff, smut, some angst sorry in advance)

✧ rating: 18+ (mdni!)

✧ word count: ~14.8k (oops)

✧ content warnings: attempts at humor bc keeho is funny irl, mentions of thunderstorms/lightning, 'oh no there's only one bed' trope, mentions of ✨feelings✨, dirty talk, hair pulling, leaving marks/biting, oral (m and f receiving), face-sitting, face-fucking, hand-holding (important), cum eating, irrational decision making

hi!! i’m still pretty new to writing for piwon and i'm so excited to be participating in the piwontober 24' event hosted by @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts.

i'm writing for Day 29 in which the prompt was age difference/teasing/forbidden with keeho. special thanks to @sunflowerseob, @strawberry-seob, and @leepace for being some of the most amazing friends and fellow writers out there ❤️

also am planning to turn this into a series sooo… pls look forward to that if it happens 💜

“Keeho, I’m serious.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, as if it would somehow shield you from becoming more drenched. The rain that poured down wasn’t at a storm level yet, but it was still enough to leave you soaked since you had no umbrella or jacket to help.

“Yeah, I know you are, but so am I,” Keeho responded, still cruising along at the slowest speed you figured a car could go. He drove his car on the road alongside you as you walked on the sidewalk.

“Is that how the saying is supposed to go?”

You couldn’t see it without bending down to look through the open window, but you just knew Keeho smirked.

“It is now if that’s what you want.”

You rolled your eyes. “What I’d really like is for you to leave me alone.”

You heard a small chuckle. “All these years and you’re still a terrible liar.”

You groaned. “What do you want from me?”

“To get in the car,” He phrased it almost like a question, like he was confused that you didn’t agree it was the most logical answer.

“Why?”

“For starters, it’s raining and you have no coverage to keep you from getting soaked. Two, you’re trying to go home which is several blocks away and you’re trying on foot, which isn’t safe just so you know.”

If he wasn’t driving you figured he’d probably be listing off reasons on his fingers to better prove his point.

“Three, you’re upset. Need I go on?”

“How do you know I’m ‘upset’,” you asked him in air quotes before quickly putting your arms back around yourself. “And how does getting into a car fix that, exactly?

“Well, the car can’t help with you being upset probably, but getting into the car is a good first step.” His tone was teasing before it shifted into something more serious. “And I saw you at the party, arguing-“

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your mouth. “Of course. I should’ve known.”

Despite saying it quiet enough for the rain to drown it out, Keeho still heard you somehow.

“Should’ve known what?”

“My brother put you up to this, right? He forced you to come look for me because I left.”

It was Keeho’s turn to scoff. “You know, contrary to what you may think, I’m not always at your brother’s beck and call.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You tried to speed up your walking, hoping that was the end of the conversation.

Keeho accelerated slightly, first going past you and slowing back to a speed that matched yours.

“What did you mean by that,” he asked.

“Oh, come on, Keeho. You know that you guys have been inseparable since we were all kids and I don’t really think college has changed that.”

To your surprise, Keeho laughed. “God, as smart as you are, I’d have thought you’d know better by now.”

It was your turn to be the confused one. “Elaborate?”

“If we were as inseparable as you say, don’t you think your brother would be my roommate? We’d be sharing the same space, right? If we really have to be together all the time.”

Keeho had a good point (but you’d never tell him that). Your brother still lived at home with your parents, claiming that it was less expensive that way since apartments were ‘overrated and not worth it’ in his words.

So yeah, come to think of it, you actually hadn’t seen him and Keeho hanging out in person a lot lately.

“We aren’t kids anymore,” he continued when you hadn’t responded. “And you shouldn’t treat me like one just because you're older.”

You weren’t backing down. “3 years is still a pretty big gap-”

“Oh sure it is - if I was 17 and you were 20. I’m 23 and you're 26, there’s really no need to consider age in the equation at all.”

You sighed loudly, finally turning to face the car. Keeho hit the brake and leaned forward with his body angled over the passenger seat so he could see you better.

“Where are you going with this? Or is it all just mindless chatter?” You were still stalling for time before you’d probably cave and just get in the car; questions were your best bet for that right now.

That signature smirk was slapped across his face. “Always assuming I’m up to no good.��

“Keeho.”

“Look, I came after you because I saw you both arguing and you stormed out, clearly not doing well. I’m your friend too - or at least, I’d like to believe I am,” he cut himself off for a moment, almost like he wasn’t sure how to continue. “And I care about you. Honestly right now, I couldn’t give any less of a fuck about what your brother thinks.”

Well that certainly threw you for a loop.

“Why?”

“Why what,” he asked, leaning more across the seat where you could finally see his face, clearly illuminated by the streetlight you had stopped under.

“Why me over him? Isn’t he the one you’re loyal to?”

Keeho groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “For the love of- would you please just get in the car? I can tell you anything you want to know, just please stop standing in the rain getting fucking soaked.”

Again, he made a good point. And now that he’d stated he wasn’t doing this for your brother (jury was still out on if you believed that or not) you figured it wouldn’t do you any harm to get in the car.

A loud crack of thunder overhead made your decision for you, causing you to nearly fall all over yourself to get into the car. You landed in the seat with a wet thud, cringing instantly at how your clothes were clinging to your skin.

Keeho let out what sounded like a content sigh. “Finally.” He turned up the heat in the car and put it in park.

“Don’t want you getting sick, if we’re still able to avoid that at this rate.” He picked up your hands that were in your lap and held them up to the vents on the dashboard.

“You were rubbing your hands together outside and they feel like fucking ice so hold them here for a bit.”

“Is it really a good idea to stay parked on the street?”

Keeho shrugged. “Not a big deal. This street doesn’t usually get too busy at night, and they can just go around me.”

You nodded at the reasoning as you slowly started to regain feeling in your hands again. Another boom of thunder made you jump, which unfortunately for you did not go unnoticed by Keeho.

“You still scared of thunderstorms?”

His tone was light so logically you knew he was genuinely just curious. However, you were very defensive about this subject in particular, so you weren’t taking it that way.

“Yes. And don’t you dare try and tease me about it.” You crossed your arms and looked out the passenger side window.

Keeho chuckled softly. “No judgment here. Of all the things I want to tease you about, your fears aren’t on that list.”

That got your attention.

You turned to face him again, noticing how he had unbuckled his seatbelt so he could angle himself more toward you.

“What was that?”

“What was what,” he asked, smile stretching across his face again.

“That you just said, about teasing - what was it?”

“Hmm, not sure I know what you’re talking about. Maybe you misheard?” His eyes crinkled with the force of his smile and it almost made you crack.

“Wow, skipping straight over teasing and into gaslighting territory. I expected better from you, Keeho,” you tossed the ball back into his court, anticipating he would go even further.

“Ok whoa, first of all, I would never gaslight anyone, ever. That’s shit’s awful. Secondly: why do you wanna know the ways I want to tease you?”

Wait. Pause. Hold it.

“First, it was things you wanted to tease me about. Now it’s the ways you want to tease me?”

Keeho’s ‘oh shit’ expression almost made you laugh.

“Which one do you want to explain first because I’m gonna need clarification.”

“Oh, well, um I guess, uh…” Keeho stuttered. “Fuck, I don’t know how to talk myself back from that, actually.”

You didn’t hold back your laughter then. “Ok fine, pick one and explain that one to me.”

He tapped his chin. “Yeah, I can work with that. Ok: the things I want to tease you about. You ready?”

You nodded, trying to shrug off the thought that you were hoping he’d tell you about the ways instead.

Keeho leaned closer and it suddenly felt like he was very much in your space. It also felt like you very much did not mind that.

He smirked, looking way too good for the proximity he was in.

“Everything.”

That one word alone changed the trajectory of your entire night then, and you knew it.

Keeho knew it, too.

“Well? Is that a satisfactory enough answer for you?” Keeho was still smirking as he leaned back into his seat and away from you, letting you breathe properly once more.

“Um, y-yeah. That’ll do for now, even though it’s vague.” You started off weak but ended it strong, still trying to keep up the banter you two had going so you could hopefully avoid… whatever direction this was heading in.

You could practically feel him rolling his eyes. “I really never can win with you, can I?”

“Nope, I’m a hard one to please.”

Keeho just stared at you for a second before he nodded in acknowledgment.

“Good to know.”

“Wait, what-”

Keeho interrupted you before you could finish. “So, where am I dropping you off? I’m not sure where you're staying these days, but I could take you to your parents’ place if you want.”

“Please no, anywhere but there.” The chance of running into your brother again tonight - despite it being highly unlikely since he usually crashed at the parties he went to - was not something you wanted to risk in the slightest. Your parents were the reason you were in this mess in the first place, making you find your brother and attempt to bring him back since he wasn’t supposed to be out while ‘grounded.’

And yes, if anyone asked your parents, they’d say it was completely fine to ground a 23 year old for misbehaving. You couldn’t argue with that sometimes, because your brother could really get up to some heinous shit.

Maybe that’s why Keeho hasn’t been around him as much…?

“Say no more, parents’ house is a no-go.” Keeho paused, almost looking shy for a moment. “I can take you to your place then, if you don’t mind me having the address.”

You wouldn’t mind giving Keeho your address, but the thought of going home right now also didn’t seem too appealing.

Apparently you took too long to answer because Keeho started backtracking. “Or we could just stay here in the car, whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

Not missing the opportunity to tease him again, you jerked your thumb toward the window and settled for saying “So if I’m most comfortable with walking in the rain-”

Keeho pressed something on his door.

“Keeho… what did you just do?”

“Activated the child locks.”

“Child… child locks? What happened to ‘we aren’t kids anymore,’ hm?” You were trying so hard not to burst out laughing at his attempt to keep the situation in his control.

“Whatever keeps you in this car and not getting ill from the rain is something I’m willing to use.”

You chanced opening the door to see if he truly had pressed the child locks, and you were mildly surprised to see the door opened with ease.

Keeho was quick to grab onto your arm closest to him; not forcefully at all, but enough to stop your movement and have you close the door again.

“Ok so maybe it was the window lock instead, but I’d really rather you just let me drive you somewhere so you don’t have to walk and I know you’re safe.”

Before you could even formulate a thought about how to respond, a roar of thunder followed by a long streak of lightning made you curl into yourself.

“Hey, it’s ok, you’re ok,” Keeho tried to comfort you with a pat on your shoulder. He kept his hand there and the touch was somewhat calming.

”Thank you,” you answered in a small voice before you cleared your throat. “Um, I actually kinda don’t really want to be alone tonight with it storming like this so if it’s ok…”

As you trailed off, Keeho buckled his seatbelt and pressed the brake again to shift the car in drive.

”Buckle up and we’ll head to my place.”

The air in the apartment was chilly, making you shiver even more once you stepped through the door. Cold air mixed with being soaked to the bone was not what you’d call ideal conditions, that was for sure.

“Shit, my roommate probably turned the AC way down before they left. Stay here, I’ll go fix it real quick.”

Keeho placed a hand on your shoulder briefly as he walked past you. It was just the barest of touches, but you found yourself shivering once again.

Must be the AC. That had to be the only explanation.

Keeho was back in front of you just as you heard the AC clicking off. He smiled like he was proud of what he’d done, and you smiled back in thanks.

“I appreciate it,” you rubbed your hands along your arms to try and facilitate warmth - unfortunately to no avail.

“I appreciate you actually listening to reason and coming back with me.”

You rolled your eyes. “So where am I gonna be staying tonight?”

Keeho’s hint of a smile dropped slightly. “Oh, uh… I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

The poor boy looked like he needed help coming up with an answer so you decided to give him grace this one time.

“A spare room? A couch? An air mattress, maybe?”

Keeho rubbed the back of his neck as he contemplated the options.

“Our air mattress is busted so that’s out. The only other room in here is my roommate’s and he’s gone for the weekend, but I don’t think you’d like sleeping there very much. He also probably wouldn’t be too fond of the idea…”

You scanned the area until your eyes landed on the couch against the wall in what looked like the living room. “What about there?”

Keeho nodded but was frowning. “That’s a place, yeah. It’s just very uncomfortable and I want guests to enjoy themselves when they’re here.”

You clutched your chest in feigned hurt. “But I thought we were friends? Now I’m just a guest?”

Keeho smiled, catching on. “Nope, you’re definitely at the friend level. So your comfort matters even more to me because of that.”

Well, shit. You talked yourself into that one.

“So I’ll take the couch tonight and you can have my bed, if that’s cool. It’s clean - I promise.”

You didn’t doubt it for a second - you’d never known Keeho to just leave messes lying around - but you didn’t want to kick him out of his own bed.

“Keeho, I can have the couch, I swear it’s fine-”

He shook his head with finality. “I’m not having you sleeping out here all night when you’ve already been through enough as it is. Speaking of,” Keeho trailed off as he scanned your figure. “You're still drenched.”

“Oh,” was your brilliant response.

“If you, uh, want to take a shower or something, you can. I can grab a towel and whatever else you need?”

“Sounds great except I don’t have a change of clothes,” you shuffled your feet a little, noticing how water seeped out and onto the floor. You felt bad for that now as well.

“Oh, right. Well, you can… borrow some of mine? If you’re ok with that?”

The offer made you smile. “Yeah, I think that’ll work.”

Keeho gave you two thumbs up, something you knew he did when he was feeling a little awkward about what had just happened. “Got it, yeah, so I’ll just um… go get everything set up for you. The shower is in my bedroom, but there’s a door so it’s not just open or anything-”

You could see him spiraling in real time, so you reached out to touch his arm to get him to stop. “Hey, look at me for a second?”

Keeho looked at you and you could see how he was breathing a little faster from the rambling he’d just done.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Thank you. Seriously.”

Keeho’s eyebrows unfurrowed and he seemed visibly calmer. “Right. I’ll uh, I’ll be back.”

You waited for Keeho to finish up in the bathroom, choosing to take in your surroundings now that you were by yourself. The apartment looked about like what you’d expect from Keeho, and it got you wondering if his bedroom would be the same-

“Everything’s all set up now,” Keeho returned with a grin. “You can go whenever you want and I’ll just stay out here or something.”

”Sounds great,” you made one move with your foot and immediately winced at all the water that started dripping onto the hardwood floor underneath you.

No way in hell were you tracking this through the carpet. You’d rather go home than do that.

”Um, Keeho?”

”Yeah, what’s up?” His back had been turned to you while he was looking for something in the kitchen area.

”I, uh, I don’t really know how to get to the bathroom.”

”Oh right, duh. It would help if I told you. My bedroom is the first door on the right down that hallway.”

”Um, well what I mean is,” you watched him walk back over to where you were standing. “I don’t want to get water everywhere.”

Keeho looked like a lightbulb just went off in his brain. “Oh shit, yeah, that would be kinda bad. Uh…I could carry you?”

”I mean,” you kept your composure despite the offer making your face heat up, “I’m not opposed necessarily but wouldn’t that still drip water onto the floor?”

“Good point. I mean, the carpet shouldn’t get that messed up…maybe.”

”How about instead,” you braced yourself for the words that were about to come out of your mouth, “I can take my shoes and clothes off out here? Just the outer layer that’s soaked.”

You were looking at the floor, cheeks burning hot and the suggestion that you came up with. Keeho didn’t say anything for a moment, and when you finally glanced at him it looked like he was trying to restart his thinking process.

”Oh um, yeah, sure, if that’s how you want to do this. I’ll just, uh…go get the towel I laid out for you.”

He practically jogged to the bathroom to retrieve the towel, making you giggle at the action.

Within a few seconds he was back, towel held in a firm grasp. “Here, I’ll go uh- I’ll go back in my room and stare at the wall. Like, the other wall. Not the wall connected to the bathroom. Um, anyway, just… come through whenever you’re ready.

Keeho didn’t even give you a chance to respond before he was walking back to his room. He shut the door almost all the way behind him, leaving it cracked the smallest amount.

With Keeho out of the room, you got to work stripping down. Thankfully, your bra and underwear weren’t too terribly wet, so you could put them back on underneath his clothes when you were done with your shower. You left your shoes, socks, and drenched layer of clothing by the door to the apartment, piling as much of it onto the doormat as you could.

Once you had the towel wrapped tightly around you, still over your undergarments, you walked over to Keeho’s door and knocked on the wood twice. Keeho mumbled some sort of affirmation and you went inside.

True to his word, Keeho was facing the complete opposite way of the bedroom door and the bathroom. You didn’t see light from his phone or anything, so he was likely just sitting there staring at the wall, like he said he would. He fidgeted a small bit once he could tell you were in the room, shifting his weight from one side to the other where he was sat on his bed.

You couldn’t help but smile. The way he was going out of his way to make sure you were as comfortable as possible tugged at your heart a little bit, but you tried to ignore it.

This was your baby brother’s best friend. A friend who is even younger than your brother (although not by much). The last thing you needed was to get caught up in something with Keeho that could wreck both your and his relationship with your brother.

More for Keeho’s sake, really, since you were more distant with your brother these days.

Did you think Keeho was cute? Absolutely. Did you guys get along pretty well? You do, and have for a long time.

Was it worth it to see if there could be something more?

That was something you’d wondered a few times before and may never get the answer to.

Before you could self-reflect more on a currently non-existent problem you proceeded to the bathroom to take your shower.

You didn’t look to see what clothes he laid out for you until you were done, noticing as you exited the shower that he left you a large red t-shirt and a pair of dark basketball shorts.

The shirt fit fine since you preferred oversized shirts anyway for sleeping. The shorts, though… they didn’t have a tie or anything so the waistband was a little loose, meaning there wasn’t really a way for you to keep them on comfortably.

Were you really about to step back into Keeho’s bedroom looking like you have nothing but his shirt on? Well, yes.

No time like the present and all that.

You knocked on the bathroom door to signal to Keeho that you were about to come out and once he let you know it was alright, you took a deep breath before you turned the door handle.

As soon as your eyes landed on him, your mouth went dry.

Keeho was sprawled out on the bed, changed into a pair of gray sweatpants with a black tank top. His dark hair, tinted with blue highlights, was still a little damp from the rain, by the looks of it. He had one hand behind his head while the other was in front of him, scrolling away on his phone.

You remembered the day you saw his new blue hair look for the first time - you only went mildly insane.

And now, with all of this combined, he looked…a lot better than you’d anticipated, that was for sure. Of course, the last time you’d seen him in any form even close to this was…well, never, actually. At least not since you two grew up.

When you shut the door back behind you Keeho finally looked up. His eyes met yours and he suddenly dropped his phone. It landed on his chest before sliding down onto the bed, forgotten.

“Oh, uh, hey.” He cleared his throat and tried to avert his eyes. “How was the shower? Find everything ok?”

You giggled as you walked over to the bed. “Yes, thank you. I found all the essentials easily since they were all in one convenient place.”

“Right, I forgot I put them there, ha. Anyways, I’ll just um,” Keeho jerked his thumb towards the door, “go so you can have your privacy.” He phrased it like a question.

“Do you want to go,” was your response.

“Do you want me to go?”

“Keeho, it’s your place. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” The words tumbled out before you could realize what you’d just implied.

You could’ve sworn you heard Keeho mumble ‘fuck’ under his breath before he gave you an answer.

“What I want is for you to be comfortable. And since it’s still storming, you’ll probably feel better in here because it’s louder out there with the couch being by a window.”

Shit, you’d forgotten about the storm momentarily. “Makes sense,” you responded, looking out of the doorway of Keeho’s bedroom.

Keeho sat up straighter to push himself off of the bed. You definitely weren’t watching the way his arm muscles flexed with the movement. “I made some tea while you were showering; if you want some, it’s in the kitchen. I left out a cup for you but please don’t feel obligated.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at how nice he was being. This is what you’d been missing out on for a few years because you counted him as ‘off-limits’ before?

“Thanks, Kee. I might grab some before I finally fall asleep.”

Keeho smiled brightly. “Been a long time since you’ve called me that. I’ve missed it.”

You tried to remember the last time you’d referred to him like that and figured it had to be since before he left for college. So, yeah, it had been a while.

“Well, I’ll be out there if you need anything,” Keeho continued, walking over to where you stood. At the same moment, a roaring crack of thunder sounded overhead, making you jump and start to fall over.

Keeho being Keeho, of course, was there to catch you instantly. He wrapped his arms around you and embraced you in a hug. You were shivering and he could tell, so he held you tighter.

You decided to say fuck it and just go for it.

“Kee?”

“Hm,” he hummed in response. You could feel the vibration of the hum throughout his chest since that’s currently where your face was.

“Would it be alright if you…stayed with me? At least until the storm subsides?”

You felt Keeho stiffen somewhat before he relaxed again.

“Yeah, whatever you need. I can like, grab a chair or something and set it in here-”

“Don’t be silly,” you pulled back so you could smile at him. “Your bed is big enough for the two of us, don’t you think?”

Keeho looked taken aback. “You sure that’s ok?”

“Wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t.”

“Cool, yeah, cool. Ok so let’s just- yeah.” Keeho led the both of you back to the bed. “Take whatever side you want.”

You laid down in the middle of the bed and stretched out just to be difficult. “What about here?”

Keeho finally cracked a smile, and you were thankful to see it. There was a sort of tension that had settled in the air since you first asked him to stay, and you were trying to dissolve it as soon as possible.

“Don’t think you’ll want half of me on top of you later so that might not be the best place.” Keeho gently nudged your leg so he could get onto the bed. You rolled over to give him more room, laying on your stomach now with your eyes closed while you sighed deeply.

When you finally opened them again, Keeho was looking at you - well, rather, he was looking at a part of you. Up until that point, you’d been completely unaware that moving made his shirt ride up your thighs.

“Oh shit,” you quickly moved to pull his shirt down in the back. “Sorry, the shorts didn’t fit so I just figured I’d go without.”

“Huh?” Keeho looked up at your face, almost like he was dazed.

You laughed. “Eyes up here, Kee. And what I was saying is your shorts were too big so I left them off. Hope you don’t mind?”

“You have no idea how much I don’t mind,” he smirked at you and suddenly, the tables didn’t seem to be turned in your favor anymore.

You quickly turned your head the other way so he couldn’t see the way your cheeks started to flush. “Right, well, glad we cleared that up! Goodnight then.”

Keeho laughed, the sound quiet but still comforting. He grabbed a blanket that was at the edge of the bed and draped it over you. “Night.”

You felt Keeho shift on his side, thinking he probably turned the opposite way as well. There was a lamp on his nightstand that he hadn’t turned off yet, and it was the only thing still really providing illumination in the room.

It wasn’t even 5 minutes later before you felt Keeho shift again and softly call your name.

“Yeah,” you responded as you turned to face him. He looked…nervous.

“This is a safe space, right?”

You chuckled. “I don’t know, it’s your room so you tell me.”

Keeho groaned. “I didn’t mean it as in the physical space - although it is safe in here, don’t get me wrong-”

“Kee, focus.” You interrupted his spiral again, not wanting him to overthink and back down from whatever he was trying to say.

He took a deep breath. “Right, ok. Can I say something blunt?”

Your heartbeat quickened, not sure where this was headed. “Yes?”

Keeho moved closer with a smile, tugging slightly on the end of one of your sleeves - one of his sleeves.

“I gotta say,” he trailed his eyes up your figure, starting from where you caught him looking earlier. “You look really fucking good in my clothes.”

You stopped breathing for a second. This is the closest Keeho had ever really come to flirting with you. The most he’d done in recent years since you both became adults is tease you relentlessly, but you always shrugged it off as he just liked to get on your nerves (endearingly).

You regained your composure, trying to look unaffected when you answered him.

“Do you say that to all the girls you manage to get into your bed?”

Keeho wasn’t phased. “If I’m being honest-”

“Because it won’t work on me. I’m different.” You almost cringed at hearing yourself say those words even though you meant them in a completely other context than you hear most people use it in.

Keeho stared at you more intently this time. “What I was going to say,” he felt the fabric of the sleeve again between his fingertips, “is no, I don’t just say that to ‘girls I get in my bed.’”

“But you’re right about one thing, “ he continued, face lit up beautifully by the warm glow of the lamp beside him, “you are different. And that’s why I’ll say it to you.”

You’d started leaning closer to him as well without realizing it, his touch through the shirt driving you crazy. “Keeho, where are you going with this?”

He smiled, full of reassurance. “Wherever you want.”

You ached to cross that line, to break that boundary. But something was still keeping you back.

“What if what I want isn’t right,” your voice came out small.

Keeho’s smile faded. “What do you mean by not right?”

You sighed. “I’m older than you, for starters. And I know you don’t typically go for people older than you.”

Keeho tilted his head at your admission. You figured he never knew you still kept up with him outside of the times you actually saw each other in person, and he didn’t know that your brother let that particular bit of information slip once in conversation.

“Keeho would never want to date you - he probably sees you as a hag. He wants someone younger, so don’t even try.” The words from your brother still stung today, and what’s worse is they were completely unwarranted. All you’d done is ask how Keeho was liking college, and your brother just blurted out that in response.

“Also, and more importantly, you’re my brother’s best friend. That’s like…some kind of betrayal or something.”

“What is, what betrayal are you talking about?” Keeho looked like he was really trying to understand, which made this conversation much more difficult.

You steadied yourself before you finally gave him your answer. “The way I want you.”

Keeho closed his eyes like he was trying to gather his thoughts. His hand dropped from your shirt. “Unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I was hoping that one day, you’d stop seeing me as a kid or just an extension of your brother. I wanted you to see me for me, because I’ve only ever seen you that way.” His eyes were open again, and they looked full of purpose.

“Keeho, what-”

“My point is, whatever you think about me because of my age and me being friends with your brother: don’t.” This was the most serious you’d ever seen him. The usual teasing, easy-going Keeho was nowhere to be found right now.

He reached out to rest his hand against your cheek. You leaned into the touch, welcoming the warmth that he radiated.

“I want you. And I’m not afraid to say that. There’s something there, I know there is,” Keeho kept going. “And I’ve known that for a while, at least on my end.”

“How long have you known,” you asked him with curiosity, but the way his hand moved from your cheek to the side of your neck really wasn’t helping you’re trying to stay calm during all of this.

Keeho hummed in thought. “Probably since right before I went to college.”

You gasped. “So when you were…”

“17. And you were 20. I knew that back then obviously there was no way - but I’d always hoped that one day maybe there’d be a chance.”

This information hit you like a tidal wave and threatened to pull you under. Keeho had been crushing on you for at least 5 years, and you had no idea to what extent until now.

All those times you thought he was just being ‘flirty’ he may have been actually flirting. You always shrugged it off before because why wouldn’t you?

He called your name again to pull you out of your thoughts.

“Need you to talk to me. I can’t read your mind,” his eyes had softened while he was talking to you. “Which is probably a good thing because I don’t know if your brain ever shuts the fuck off.”

You scoffed and shoved him playfully, his hand never leaving the side of your neck while he tried to dodge you.

“I…don’t really know what to say right now. I had no idea you felt that way- or at least that you felt that strongly.”

“I know,” Keeho answered dramatically. “I can’t tell you how frustrating that’s been over this last year especially. None of my pick-up lines worked on you and it had me like ‘damn, is my game really that bad?’”

You started laughing. “Oh my god, no, it’s not that. I just always thought you were teasing me.”

“I was! In a flirtatious manner!”

“I see that now,” you countered. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

Keeho rolled his eyes. “Look, the past is the past, what matters is right now. And right now,” he continued, rubbing his thumb along your neck while the rest of his hand stayed in place, “I need to know what you want.”

A spark of desire settled in your core. You wanted Keeho. But you were still worried.

“If you decide you don’t feel the same,” Keeho went on before you could respond, “I can turn over and we can forget this ever happened. Well- you can forget this ever happened. I don’t think I’ll be that lucky.” His sweet smile then almost broke your heart.

Your words were failing you, so you did the only thing you could think of: you moved closer. You were directly in each other’s space now, and the movement made Keeho’s breath hitch.

“Do you want this,” Keeho said, just above a whisper. “Do you want me?”

You nodded before you could give it too much thought. The grin that lit up Keeho’s face made everything worth it.

“Then, can I kiss you?” He was still talking quietly, his lips close enough that the barest of movements would have closed the distance.

You moved to nod again but Keeho shook his head. “Words, baby. Need to hear you say it.”

“Please,” you answered, ready to cross that point of no return.

He smiled and leaned in. There was no turning back.

Keeho kissed gentler than you were expecting. The way he always threw himself into everything he did is also how you thought he would start off with this, but he was set on taking his time. His lips moved against yours slowly, almost like he was trying to commit how you felt to memory. As if he may not get another chance like this and wanted to make the most of it.

Kissing Keeho felt good. It felt great, even. But most of all, kissing Keeho felt right.

You tried to wrap your arms around his neck but had some trouble due to the angle. He took the hint to resituate the two of you, all while his lips never left yours. The new position had Keeho hovering on top of you, resting one forearm on the bed while the other hand still made itself at home on your neck. When you threaded your hand through his hair, you could sense the shift.

He kissed you with more urgency now, his hand starting to wander down lower. When you felt his fingers softly brush against your thigh, you couldn’t control the noise you let out.

Keeho groaned in response. “Fuck, you sound so pretty. Always figured you would.”

He started trailing more kisses down your neck as you let out a laugh. “So you’ve pictured this before?”

Keeho looked at you with a face that could only be saying ‘Are you kidding me?’ You responded with an eyebrow raise, wanting him to answer you with words.

“Of course I have.”

Oh. Well that was a bit more honesty than you were expecting right out the gate.

“I’ve pictured this, dreamt about this…,” he trailed off to drag his lips up closer to your ear, voice lower as he continued, “gotten off thinking about this."

You gasped, feeling Keeho smile against your neck at his ability to pull another reaction out of you.

“I’d ask you the same question, but I think I already know the answer.” His tone sounded teasing, but you could tell he really was curious. You felt it was only fair to give him what he wanted.

“I…may have thought about this a time or two.”

The speed with which Keeho lifted his head almost had you reeling. His eyes were wide as he simply asked, “Really? You’re not fucking with me, are you?”

“Cross my heart.” You did the motion with your hand, drawing an imaginary ‘X’ over your chest. This was something that meant a lot to both of you growing up, and it definitely wasn’t something either of you said lightly.

At your admission Keeho dove in to kiss you again, lips moving almost hungrily, his hand now gripping your thigh.

His fingers moved subtly but still didn’t inch higher yet, despite how much you wanted them to. It dawned on you then that Keeho may be hesitating.

“Kee?” You pulled back from him and placed a hand on his cheek, watching as he evened out his breathing from the attack he’d just launched on your mouth.

“Is something wrong,” you continued, since you wanted him to feel comfortable if either of you were going to do anything even remotely past this point.

Keeho shook his head but his eyes said otherwise. Before you could ask him to elaborate, he beat you to it.

“It’s not that something’s wrong. Things couldn’t be more right than they are now, in my opinion.“ His last sentence was almost mumbled out, like you weren’t supposed to hear it.

“I just… need to know. Before this goes on.” His tone was serious, eyes set again with determination. “What does this mean to you?”

The question took you off guard. “What do you mean?”

“You know how I feel, what this,” he gestured between the two of you in the little space that was still left, “means to me. I need to know if it’s the same for you.”

You weren’t sure how much of you ‘knowing how he felt’ was true, because you’d just learned recently that he had a crush on you. Initially, you thought that maybe this was just about sex and not much more than that, crush be damned. Keeho just seemed like that might be what he preferred - no attachment, no feelings.

For fuck’s sake, you didn’t even know if he was dating anyone. Hell, he hadn’t even asked you if you were dating someone.

You both had just kinda jumped into this because the moment felt right, but you were having second thoughts now.

“Wait,” you tried to lean back and put more distance between the two of you. Keeho looked hurt for a moment but masked it quickly - something you knew him to (unfortunately) be good at. His hand left your thigh and he waited for you to go on.

“Are you involved with anyone?”

“Involved?” Now Keeho was confused instead. “Involved like- oh. No, I’m not. The fuck?”

You almost raised your hands up in defense but thought it better that you didn’t. “Just making sure! I wasn’t sure what your relationship status was these days.” You crossed your arms and looked to the side.

Keeho called your name to pull your attention back to him.

“Do you actually think I would have driven beside you on the sidewalk during a thunderstorm, let you stay in my apartment, and initiate any of this if I was dating someone?”

He had a good point. Even still, it’s always good to check.

“Before you answer, it’s a trick question because yes, I would do those first things without hesitation because I care about you. What I wouldn’t do,” Keeho moved closer, once again limiting the distance that kept you apart, “is this.”

He tilted your chin upwards and his lips brushed against yours softly. It was just once, but once was enough to convey what he was trying to say.

“And I didn’t think to ask you the same because I knew as soon as I was blunt with you I‘d find out. There’s no way you’d be down to mess around with me while you’re not single.”

Another good point from Keeho. He really was throwing you for a loop tonight.

You swallowed audibly, his stare making you feel squirmy. “Right, ok, um- glad that’s settled then.”

“You still haven’t answered my question, though.”

You knew he was right, you couldn’t keep avoiding it. But what did this mean to you? The only thing you could think of at the moment was what finally ended up leaving your mouth.

“I don’t think it means the same to me as it does to you.” It was like you could physically feel Keeho deflating in front of you. “But… that doesn’t mean it can’t with time.”

Why were you telling him that - what purpose did it serve other than to give him hope?

Before you could think about it too much, you watched as Keeho smiled so wide that it looked like it almost hurt. One day you might feel bad for the emotional whiplash you were putting this boy through, but today was not that day.

“I can work with that.” The words barely left Keeho’s mouth before he was again on top of you, now holding himself up with his forearms on either side of you. He was caging you in now, the only sound between you two being both your slightly accelerated breathing.

Keeho didn’t waste anymore time, moving in to kiss you with what seemed like all the feeling he could muster. His tongue slipped past the seam of your lips and you granted him access easily, just as eager to taste him as he was you.

Your hands flew up, one landing on the side of his neck while the other cradled his face. Keeho let out a small mmph against your lips at the movement, the sound sweet to your ears. It had you wishing to hear more, to hear every kind of sound Keeho could make with his pretty mouth.

Your lips still moved in sync with each other as you felt one of Keeho’s hands traveling down. It flitted across your ribcage on its way to its destination, making you move ever so slightly underneath him.

Finally, Keeho reached what he was looking for, still kissing you the entire time he’d been searching with his hand. He had a fistful of the shirt now in his grasp, pulling it up some at the bottom.

“You wearing anything under here?” Keeho sounded out of breath as he playfully skimmed his fingers along the hem of your - his - shirt. “Or was your intention to drive me crazy guessing the whole time?”

“Seems like a good idea to find out, hm?” Giving back what Keeho was dishing out; this you could do. As long as that was where you drew the line and you didn’t get too involved or too attached, you could do this and not overthink it.

His hand started to travel underneath the shirt, the touch light but purposeful, and within moments he had one of your thighs shaking at the sensation. You wanted to cover your face once you saw Keeho’s smirk but in your current position that proved impossible. So instead, you turned your head as far to the side as you could, making him laugh at your stubbornness.

“C’mon, baby, don’t be that way. I love seeing the effect I have on you.” He placed kisses on your neck before continuing, going all the way up to your ear. “And besides,” he tugged on your earlobe with his teeth, “there’s no way you can’t already feel what you’re doing to me.”

You shuddered as Keeho ground himself against you so you could feel how hard he was. The movement also caused him to groan right beside your ear, clearly taking him by surprise.

“Fuck, ok I didn’t think that through at all but you get my point. Guess I just can’t think straight when you’re under me like this.”

If this man didn’t stop talking to you like this-

You needed to shift this more in your favor.

“What about if I’m on top of you instead?” You asked him so sweetly and the way his eyes briefly closed didn’t go unnoticed by you.

The way Keeho scrambled to lie flat next to you on the bed had you laughing. He didn’t give you long to collect yourself though before he was tugging on your arm to pull you up on him. You situated yourself to where you were straddling Keeho, his hands immediately falling to your waist as if he was afraid to let you go.

The large tent in his sweatpants was hard to miss. You wanted to tease him more since you were the one with the upper hand now, so you very lightly brushed against him. Keeho’s hands gripped you harder, and you weren’t sure if it was involuntary or more of a warning.

“Is this ok?” You had to check before going further; despite all the moves he’d been making on you that you’d been reciprocating, neither of you had actually mentioned moving past this point yet.

“Is this ok,” he echoed your question. “You’re asking me if this,” he squeezed your waist for emphasis, “is ok?”

You simply nodded, skin starting to feel hot from his touch even if it was still just through the shirt.

Keeho chuckled. “What kind of fucking question- of course it’s ok! If you’re good, I’m good. So,” he moved your hips for you, making you brush against him again, “shit, what’s it gonna be?”

You took his hands that were still wrapped around you and placed them under the shirt you were wearing, right above your hips. Before he could even register what happened you leaned forward, feeling him harden even more underneath you.

“Whatever you want,” was your response as you captured his mouth in a heated kiss. Keeho’s hands traveled up and splayed across your back, pulling you in as close as you could get. You rubbed against him from your current position - still straddling but bent over on top of him - and you felt as his fingers started curling against your back. It was almost like he wanted to scratch down your back but was thinking better of it.

The little noises he let out against your mouth were driving you insane. At some point all of your movement had shifted you downward somewhat, and soon enough you felt him right against your core. The sensation was a lot stronger than you were expecting since you both were still clothed, and you couldn’t help the blatant moan that escaped your lips.

“Fuck,” Keeho pulled away from kissing you so you both could catch your breath. “Need that, more of that please.”

“What - this?” You were still moving your hips so you made sure that the next sound you let out was right by his ear, completely uninhibited. Keeho jerked underneath you, making him rub right against your clit through the thin layers of clothing that separated you.

Keeho tugged on the bottom hem of the shirt. “Can I?”

You sat up so he had better access to remove your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and panties once he tossed it aside. The way his eyes widened dramatically caused a funny feeling to flutter through your chest. He looked you up and down, hands on your legs moving mindlessly as he did.

“Wow,” Keeho sounded stunned. You tried not to let it go to your head, even though your face was heating up. “So much better than in my dreams.”

That made you laugh. “Glad to know I exceed expectations.”

“I knew you would. You’ve always been the type to blow everyone away.” Keeho’s smile and praise were making your chest feel odd again, like your heart was trying to do flips.

“Can’t believe I get to see you like this,” he pulled you closer and placed a kiss right above your collarbone. “Feel you like this,” his hands were on your back again, this time sliding up to where your bra could be unlatched.

A quick raise of his eyebrow was enough for you to know what he was asking. You nodded and he went to work, having a little trouble with the hooks at first, making you giggle at his focused face.

“Let me,” you offered as you reached behind yourself and undid the hooks in one seamless motion.

“What the fuck, how did you do that,” Keeho just kept staring at you baffled as you slid the bra straps down your arms. “No, seriously, how is that possible?”

You shrugged as you were holding the bra up by its cups now, not ready to reveal to him just yet. “Years of practice. It’s really not that impressive.” Before Keeho could protest, you asked another question since your curiosity was now piqued. “Wait, have you- have you never seen someone do that before?”

Keeho looked like he was actually thinking back on it. “Well…not that I can remember. But I also haven’t ever paid that much attention before.”

“Your usual hook-ups aren’t like this?” Kind of a weird question for you to ask the man you were currently trying to hook up with, but what’s the harm in asking, right?

“My usual hook-ups aren’t you.”

Oh.

That’s-

“Oh,” was your brilliant response. Keeho just smiled.

“Are you done asking me about my previous sex life now, or is there more you want to know? Curious about my stroke game, maybe?”

“Why are you like this,” you groaned, making him laugh. One of his hands rested soothingly against your thigh as he waited for your next move.

“Dunno - but you love that I’m like this anyway, so clearly it’s working.”

Since you couldn’t really argue with that, it was time to continue your mission you’d started before embarking on this small side quest.

“I’m not about to be the only one topless here.” You had removed one of your hands to grab at his tank top but the other one was still holding your bra in place. “Gonna help me change that?”

With no hesitation, Keeho did the stupidly attractive thing that guys do when they pull their shirts off by reaching behind them. You were met with the sight of Keeho and his bare chest within a moment, and honestly you weren’t sure what amount of time you would’ve needed to prepare for it.

Keeho was fucking hot. Full stop. You’d be crazy to deny it, no matter how much you didn’t want to inflate his ego.

You must’ve been ogling at him because soon enough he hit you with a “Like what you see?”

That smirk of his was lethal if you looked too long, so you rolled your eyes instead and placed your hand on one of his pecs. As you started to drag your hand down, you noticed how the speed of his breathing increased.

“Sensitive much?” You lightly brushed against one of his nipples, his movement then answering your question.

“Y-yeah, maybe a little bit,” Keeho was trying not to crack. “Also how is this fair now?”

You knew he was referring to your bra, so you let it drop. Once your chest was free, Keeho wasted no time in cupping one of your breasts.

“Pretty,” he mumbled as he squeezed one, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he continued. “What was it you said earlier - that you’re a ‘hard one to please’? Why don’t we test that theory?”

He gently closed his mouth around one of your nipples, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. He flicked his tongue against it, making you almost cry out at the feeling. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging ever so slightly like you were trying to keep yourself grounded.

Keeho lapped his tongue around you a few more times and you started squirming in his lap. The way you were rubbing right up against him fueled you to try harder, each move pulling you closer to the point of no return. Your panties were soaked and clinging to you, meaning you could really feel him almost as much as you would if your last bit of clothing were gone.

“Kee- Keeho,” you moaned his name when you felt one of his hands brush against your inner thigh. The resulting grunt he let out had you moving faster in his lap, eager to coax more sounds out of him.

He pulled off of you then with a small pop, lips still wet with spit as he stared at you.

“Fuck, I was not ready for that, holy shit.” Keeho ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face before it fell back into place. The black and blue strands were even more captivating up this close, with the warm light from the lamp washing over the both of you. “Never knew my name could sound so good coming from someone else.”

“You wanna see if you can make it happen again,” you taunted him as you placed both hands on his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. You felt his smile against your lips, enjoying the peaceful moment before a spark of pleasure shot through you.

Keeho was grabbing a bit rougher at your breast now than he had before, brushing your nipple with his thumb while you kissed. “Don’t worry,” he added as his unoccupied hand started moving closer to where you wanted him most. “I have no doubt I can make you say my name again.”

He stopped at the edge of your underwear, silently asking you again with his eyes if he could continue. You gave him another nod, probably a bit too eager if his chuckle was anything to go by.

Instead of going up under the clothing like you expected he might, he stroked against the outside first, placing pressure amongst one of the wetter spots.

“Shit, can already tell that you’re soaked. Maybe I do have some game after all,” Keeho was egging you on as he placed more pressure and moved his fingers in a circular motion. Unfortunately for you, it was right on your clit, so the stimulation was overwhelming.

“I swear to god if you don’t stop talking about your game-” you cut yourself off with a moan.

“What was that,” Keeho’s tone was so hot, you couldn’t even be bothered about him teasing you this way. “I couldn’t hear you over how much game I have.”

“Keeho,” you whined out his name, starting to grow impatient. You almost thought you could feel him twitch underneath you, but that would’ve been hard to tell since he was still wearing sweatpants.

“There she is,” he said it like he was praising you for doing a good job on something. “My name sounds so pretty when it’s coming from you.” He trailed kisses down your neck, stopping once he got to your breast again. A devious smile before he gave your nipple another small flick with his tongue.

“Can’t wait to hear you scream it later,” was the only warning you got before Keeho started making you see stars.

He pushed your panties to the side and shoved two fingers into you from the jump, the slide easy because of how absolutely fucking drenched you were. His other arm closed around you, pulling you closer which in turn pushed his fingers further inside. That combined with the way he was ravishing your breast - sometimes even biting your nipple gently - had you approaching your high much faster than you’d like to admit.

How was this man making you fall apart with just two fingers and his tongue? You hadn’t even seen his dick yet and here you were, shaking and moaning in his lap like you had absolutely no control over it.

The power of Keeho, you guessed.

The way he curled his fingers inside of you had you trembling, sounds kept tumbling out of you and mingled with the ones you could barely hear coming from him.

“Kee- Kee, wait.” You hated to stop him but you refused to cum like this. You needed something more - even if you weren’t sure what it was that you needed.

Keeho stopped moving his fingers but kept them inside of you, making you clench around them. He pulled his mouth off of you and answered with a “Hm?”

“Don’t wanna cum so soon,” you were slightly breathless. The way his face lit up at your words made that feeling in your chest constrict again.

“Wha- already? Wow, I’m doing way better than I thought I would at this point.”

That got your attention. “How did you think you were going to do?”

Keeho opened his mouth, shut it, then paused before he opened it again. “I don’t know, I never thought I’d get this far.”

He didn’t give you long to ponder over the familiar quote before he slowly started pumping his fingers in and out again, this time adding a third one to the mix. You’d thankfully calmed down some but he’d have you at the brink again in no time if you didn’t stop him.

“Keeho-”

“I’m right here, baby. Need to know what you want me to do,” a rough kiss before he continued, “how you want me to make you cum.”

You were about to put a muzzle on this man if he didn’t stop saying things that made your heart beat at an irrationally fast pace.

“I don’t know, just- not like this. You pick,” you handed the control back over to Keeho before realizing what you’d just done.

“You sure you want that?”

You nodded, eyes shut as you clenched around his fingers again. He slowly pulled them all the way out, leaving you immediately missing the feeling of having him - well, a part of him - inside of you.

“I just want you,” your eyes opened again as you answered him with conviction. “You choose, Kee.”

Keeho gulped. For the first time that night, it looked like he was at a loss for words. Instead of offering you an answer, he chose to put his fingers in his mouth. Keeho closed his eyes as he tasted you, the sight mesmerizing as he appeared to get lost in it.

“Fuck, you taste so good. God,” he lowered his voice as his eyes travelled down to where you were now uncovered, “it would fucking drive me crazy if I had it all the time, I’m calling it now.”

The idea flashed through your mind for barely a second before you were shoving it down into the deepest crevices of your brain.

Did Keeho want to do this again? Furthermore, did he want to keep doing it? Was this really the good idea you thought it was before all of this started kicking off?

Keeho’s voice pulled you out of your nearly-started spiral.

“Hey, you good there?” He was waving one hand in front of your face. “Was it what I said?”

“No, I’m good. Just wasn’t expecting that.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile, but you weren’t sure if he believed it or not.

“Sorry, I get kinda stupid with the shit I say when I’m pussy drunk. But also - I meant every word.”

This man was going to be the death of you somehow.

You tried to change the subject. “Aren’t these pants uncomfortable?” You palmed at the bulge that was straining against the fabric, resulting in an immediate reaction from Keeho.

“Fuck, ha, I mean they’re not the most comfortable, if you wanna take ‘em off we can-”

You shimmied back some so you were more-so straddling his thighs instead of his lap. With one more nod from Keeho you started to pull his sweatpants down by tugging on the waistband. You thought you had at least another layer of clothing between you and his dick after that but surprise, surprise.

Keeho was going commando. The small gasp you let out made Keeho cover his face with his hands for a second as he groaned into them.

“Care to explain?”

“Ok look, I thought I was sleeping on my own so I decided fuck it, why not. And then when you asked me to stay with you, I never thought this of all things would happen so it’s not like- I definitely didn’t plan this if that’s what you’re asking-”

You wrapped a hand around him to get him to stop and he shut up instantly. The power of that move might’ve gone to your head a little bit.

It dawned on you then just how big Keeho was. Like - he was packing. Talk about exceeding expectations. You could fit your whole hand around him, but you felt the fullness when you started stroking him.

“Fuck, uh, ok uh, do you want to do this or-” Keeho’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. “I was trying to make you cum so like, don’t worry about me, ha.”

“Well I’m not going to be the only one cumming, I can assure you of that.” You picked up your pace a little bit, relishing in the moan Keeho let out.

“Fuck, fuck, ok. Ah-”

With every sound that escaped Keeho’s lips, you could feel yourself aching to be full again. For now, though: this was way more entertaining.

“You’re so sensitive,” you said it more to yourself than anything else, but Keeho still heard and scoffed as if to say ‘No shit.’

“Yeah, the girl I’ve had a crush on for who knows how long now has her hand wrapped around my dick, nothing to be sensitive about at all.”

Ouch. Your chest was doing the flippy thing again. You didn’t get a chance to respond before Keeho’s hand was wrapping around yours, making you stop your movement.

“Kee?”

“Can we, um- listen, you can totally say no, but I wanted to… try something.” Keeho was throbbing in your hand as he spoke, and you thought then that there probably wasn’t anything he’d suggest that you wouldn’t be down to at least consider.

“Depends on what it is, but probably yes.”

Keeho blinked in surprise. “Oh, shit. Well, wasn’t expecting that before I’ve even told you, but- ok, here goes. Can you move up a little for me?”

You did as he asked, now back in your original spot on his lap, his dick basically trapped under where you sat. He placed both hands on your hips and tried to move you forward some more. Confused, you went along with it until you were almost sitting on his chest.

“Keeho, what-”

He laughed, squeezing now at your thighs instead of your hips with how far he’d managed to push you up. “Was wondering how long it’d take before you figured it out.”

You had indeed not yet figured it out. “Okay…?”

Keeho smiled. “God, you’re adorable.”

His next response was not quite what you were expecting (although it definitely made sense in hindsight).

“Wanna sit on my face?”

“O-Oh,” was all you could think to say at the moment. “I mean… yes?”

“Sounds a little too much like a question rather than a confirmation for me. Need to know what you want, baby.”

There he was with the pet name again. His voice was comforting, though, and it gave you the courage to finally answer for real. “I want to try.”

Keeho grinned and you were so fond of this man. “Come on up here, then,” he patted the top of his chest, letting you know exactly where he wanted you to sit.

Face-sitting wasn’t something you’d ever really been super excited about. One, because you’d never really had an enthusiastic partner for that kind of activity before and two, the idea made you nervous. Do you sit down completely? Are you supposed to hover? What the fuck do you actually do-

“I can hear you overthinking from down here,” Keeho so helpfully supplied. “Once you’re up here, I’ll handle the rest.”

You trusted him. This was Keeho; he had no reason to lead you astray on this. Especially since it looked like he was vibrating enough with excitement from you even entertaining the idea in the first place.

You managed to get your soaked panties off without much trouble before you scooted closer to where he had indicated, hovering over him at first. Keeho gently lowered you down, wrapping his arms around the outside of your thighs once you were seated. His fingers were just barely able to touch your inner thighs from this angle, and you knew he would probably use that to his advantage if he could manage it.

“Hey, relax. Can feel how tense you are.” Keeho placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh that he could reach, the action making you shiver in his hold. “I do need you to come up a little more, though.”

“Are you sure?” The nervous tinge to your voice couldn’t be helped.

“Yes, baby. How else am I gonna get to taste you properly if I can’t get my mouth on you?”

You took a deep breath before moving again. Your thighs were caging in Keeho’s head now, and the gaze he held was absolutely predatory. This man looked like he wanted to devour you and you just might fucking let him.

If this was the only night that you could have with Keeho this way, you’d better make it count.

“Let me know if you wanna stop at any time.” Keeho gave you one last sweet smile before his tongue slipped past your folds.

Now, you weren’t expecting to be disappointed by any means - Keeho was clearly skilled if he’d suggest something like this. You anticipated it would feel good and maybe change your opinion on the whole act itself.

What you didn’t expect was for Keeho to have you shaking on top of him in less than a minute. Every single reaction your body was having, he knew just how to counter it.

Didn’t know what to do with your hands? Keeho placed them in his hair, even tugging a little for you so you knew he didn’t mind. Didn’t want your hips to move too much and cause you to shift too far up? Keeho had you, making sure you stayed in place where you could still grind against him without moving too far. The way he ravaged you had you falling apart in the best way possible, and his commentary didn’t do much to help that either.

“Taste so fucking good,” Keeho spoke in between licks, making sure to not to deprive you of him for too long. “My dreams were never as good as this, shit.”

“You’ve - fuck - dreamt about this?” Your hands were twisted in his hair, each tug pulling a soft moan from him underneath you, and you could feel the sound against your core.

“I’ve had dreams of you doing so many things that it’s actually a little embarrassing,” his words were slightly muffled but you got the gist. “So: I’m pleading the fifth on that one.”

Your laughter that started quickly formed into a sharp gasp. Keeho’s tongue was now inside of you. You could feel him tracing it along your walls where he could reach, not even daring to look down and see how close to you this had made him. It felt like he was leaving handprints on your thighs now from how hard he was gripping you.

You chanced looking down to see if your suspicion was correct and nearly came on the spot. Keeho’s fingers were holding onto you so fiercely that marks had already started forming.

Looking at his face proved to be even more lethal: Keeho looked like he wanted to consume you, to eat you whole. His siren eyes burned into yours, holding your stare while he left you craving more. You saw as he made a show of showing you his tongue before he started focusing on your clit.

“Keeho, fuck, Kee-” you were full on grinding against him now, his tongue flicking your clit at a faster pace after your reaction. One of your hands left his hair to be placed on the wall in front of you; you didn’t trust your legs not to give out any second now, so you needed all the stability you could get.

“That’s it, baby,” Keeho’s breath sounded labored as he spoke. “Keep going. Use me, make yourself feel good.”

Holy shit, the mouth on this man - both verbally and physically. You couldn’t tell which one was able to fuck you up more when he was using both tactics at the same time.

Everything continued the same way for a bit with Keeho alternating between his tongue tricks. At one point, though, he took you by surprise by biting down on the inside of your thigh.

“Fuck!” Your eyes had been closed at that point so you quickly looked down to see what the hell had gotten into him. The bite didn’t hurt really, but it definitely caught you off guard.

He was smiling, lips and chin absolutely covered. “Wanted to see you,” was his simple response. “You haven’t looked at me in a while, need to know I’m still doing good.”

“Fuck, so good, feels so fucking good, Kee,” you wanted to reassure him, but the absolutely heavenly moan he let out in response gave you a power trip like no other. You were still looking down at him, biting your bottom lip now to try and stifle your own sounds so you could hear more from him.

Apparently you didn’t have to wait long, because soon enough Keeho started getting louder. You could feel each one of noises against you as he tried to continue licking your clit. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyelids kept fluttering shut before he attempted to train his eyes on you again. It looked like he was losing a little bit of his rhythm - it still felt fucking otherworldly (no, you were not down bad, not at all) but there was definitely a slight hitch in his motions.

Then you were able to pinpoint the reason why. One of Keeho’s hands was missing from its rightful place on your thigh, and you could feel movement from behind you that you hadn’t noticed before. You turned your head as much as possible to see that Keeho was jerking himself off at the same time as he was eating you out. Your hand that was still twisted in his hair gripped harder, making him groan and start to stroke himself faster.

“Oh fuck.” Something about that entire scene was enough to almost throw you over the edge. You were shaking so much now that you were a little shocked Keeho hadn’t asked you to hop off his face yet. If anything, you spurred him on to press himself closer to you, adding more force with his tongue and a pressure to your clit that hadn’t been there before.

The new pressure, his noises rising in pitch, and his continued staring at you like he wanted to wreck you was what finally got you there, too fast for you to even try and give him a warning. All you could do was moan out his name, relishing in the way his eyes rolled back at the sound.

He kept up his ministrations throughout your orgasm, only stopping when you whined from the sensitivity. You tried to move away from his face but his hand that was still holding onto you grabbed your leg harder.

“Please, fuck, don’t-” Keeho gasped, still stroking himself. “Don’t move yet. Just- stay here.”

“But you haven’t-”

“I know, ah, it won’t take long now though. Especially seeing you,” he broke off to moan and kick his head back, “like this.”

You thought about it and almost gave in to what he wanted, but you wanted to do more than just sit there and let him continue to do the majority of the work.

“Kee?”

“Shit- yeah?” His fingers were digging in the flesh of your thigh, the feeling still somewhat managing to arouse you after you were still coming down from before.

“Let me help. Please?”

“God, not the begging- you are helping, way more than you think. You don’t need to do anything else, baby.” Keeho smiled from underneath you.

“But what if I want to do something else,” you tried using your most seductive tone, hoping it wasn’t too much. Keeho didn’t seem put off by it in the slightest, so you kept going.

“Ha, well, I’d probably let you do whatever you wanted to be honest.”

You filed that info away for later - if there ever was a later.

“What if I wanted to suck you off instead?”

Keeho stared at you like you’d grown another head.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that right- you wanna do what?”

You giggled. “Gonna let me make you feel good, Kee?” You accentuated your words by sticking your tongue out at the end. His eyes widened when he finally seemed to get it.

“Oh what the fuck- yeah, no, that’s uh, sounds great actually.” Keeho was panting in between every few words, clearly close but still holding on. Which was great for you, because if you didn’t get this man’s dick in your mouth soon, you were probably going to scream.

Keeho helped you lift yourself off of him, being careful to not fall as you moved down the bed since your legs were still wobbly. You pulled his sweatpants the rest of the way off, letting Keeho watch you as he continued getting himself off.

As you settled yourself in between his legs, you wanted to tease him a little bit. You gently stroked along the inside of one of his thighs, mostly because you wanted to see if it’d make him squirm, but also as a little payback for what your own thighs had been through. “How’s this, Kee?”

The reaction was immediate, his thighs tensing under your touch. “It’s, uh, yeah.”

“Let me know if you wanna stop at any time,” you repeated his words from earlier as you took him into your own hand again, moving his away. It landed limply beside him on the bed, but you wagered that soon it would be occupied with something else.

You wasted no time in running your tongue along his cock, taking notice of which places seemed to be most sensitive (luckily for you: the answer was all of it). Once you finally wrapped your lips around him, Keeho let out a punched sound that turned into a groan.

“I’m not gonna last long at all, shit.” Keeho tried to look at you but his head was immediately falling back onto the pillow. “Can’t look at you, really fucking want to, but I wanna last longer than 5 seconds.”

“That’s ok, baby,” you tried out the pet name on him this time, loving the way he twitched in your hand. “Do what feels best.”

“Fuck, uh- are you sure?” Since you didn’t have your mouth back on him yet, he chanced looking down at you again. He fared a little better this time but not by much. “I can sometimes get kinda, uh, carried away.”

“As in…?” You wanted him to be the one to say it. You wanted him to tell you what he wanted, or better yet, show you what he wanted.

Keeho got the hint, finally placing one of his hands in your hair. He gave it a small tug, almost experimentally, and smirked at the small gasp you let out.

His other hand wove its way into your hair, and you felt him twitch again.

“You ready?” He looked like he was about to explode from holding himself back. You responded to him in the best way you could think of: you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue as much as you could.

Keeho’s eyes rolling back were the last thing you saw before he guided himself back into your mouth. His pace was fine at first, but it picked up in speed rather quickly, his hands tightening in your hair as he controlled everything that was happening.

“God, I can’t-” you heard him gulp for air, “can’t believe I’m actually doing this with you. To you.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations flowing through his cock and making him cry out in return. He started pushing you down further, making you gag now but never pushing too far for it to be a problem. Your throat constricting around him must have been what he needed to finally let go, because after that it was just unfiltered thoughts from then on.

“Look so fucking pretty like this, letting me- ah, letting me f-fuck your face.” One of his hands detangled from your hair so his thumb could brush across your cheek, catching a tear you hadn’t realized was falling down. “And you’re crying too, holy shit-”

If you had the energy you honestly probably would’ve tried getting yourself off again because seeing Keeho fall apart like this was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. But you wanted to focus all your attention on Keeho. Nothing on the brain, just Keeho.

He moaned loudly when you hollowed your cheeks more around him. “Just wanna- ruin you, wanna wreck you for anybody else.”

Oh. Where was that coming from all of a sudden? And why did you like it so much?

“But I also, fuck, wanna take care of you.” A harsher thrust this time, making you gag hard enough to almost choke. The panic that seized you for the briefest of moments - you didn’t know if that’s what caused it, or if it was his words.

He wanted to take care of you? What the fuck did that even mean?

Before you had much time to contemplate it, Keeho started moaning more frequently, barely able to get full words out now as his high was approaching.

“Fuck, I’m- close. Close, so if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, ha now’s the time to m-move.”

You squeezed his legs as if to encourage him to just let go. Your only goal right now was to swallow down everything this man was about to give you - moving was not on your list. Keeho’s hand that had left your hair was now gripping the bedsheet, making a flexing motion every few seconds like it wanted something different to hold onto.

In a daring moment of bravery, you reached up one of your hands to intertwine with his own. What you heard in the next few seconds would likely stick with you the rest of your life (and probably haunt your dreams very often).

The moment your fingers were laced with his, Keeho’s head snapped up and he looked at you with wild eyes before drifting his sight to where your hands connected. You gave his hand a light squeeze and that was it. The sound he let out was almost loud enough that you mildly worried about him getting a noise complaint, but you also decided you didn’t give a shit, not when he sounded like this.

“Ah, I’m cumming, oh my god, fuck,” was the only warning you got before warmth flooded your mouth. You tried your best to swallow everything, but there was so much that some unfortunately spilled out of your mouth. Keeho continued making noise throughout, a mixture of something that sounded like your name with the moans that you were now - slightly - used to.

You decided to spare the poor man and not push him to the brink of sensitivity like he’d done to you. Plus, you needed to get the rest of his cum down your throat so you had other matters to attend to.

When you were done cleaning your face of any remaining cum, you licked around your fingers to get every last drop. A soft ‘shit’ got your attention and you looked up to see Keeho staring at you.

He had managed to push himself up to where he was sitting now, back against the headboard. “That’s so hot, what the fuck.”

You giggled before shrugging. “Be a shame to let all that go to waste, don’t you think?”

“Uh, I can’t really think much of anything right now other than just ‘what the fuck,’” Keeho’s smile was a bit lopsided and he clearly looked like he was still recovering.

Against your better judgment, you crawled back up the bed to where you were beside Keeho. He gave you a confused look but his gaze softened when he saw you lifting one of his arms. You rested your cheek against his chest and his arm was around you. He started tracing soothing patterns on your arm as you shifted yourself to get comfortable.

You’d already crossed a major line - what was a little cuddling gonna do to make it worse?

Pushing that thought away with all the others you’d smacked into some other regions of your brain, you noticed when Keeho wrapped both arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth. You could’ve fallen asleep right then and there - had he not placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“This ok?” His voice was low, soft. You wondered if you maybe even detected some nervousness.

“It’s nice,” you answered truthfully. You’d probably hate yourself in the morning, sure, but why try to cut this feeling short now? You finally allowed yourself to wonder what it would be like if you actually gave all this a chance.

The more you thought about it, though, the more you felt something akin to ice flowing through your veins. You felt frozen, stuck - like what you were doing now was wrong and should definitely not be happening. You made up your mind that once Keeho was asleep and you could move freely without waking him, you were getting the fuck out of there. You weren’t sure how long you’d been laying there before Keeho spoke up again.

“Hey,” he muttered, “I’m glad you stayed tonight.”

Another icy shard in your chest.

“And not just because - well, you know - but because I know you’re safe and not outside scared or freezing in the storm.”

“Me too,” you again answered him truthfully, because you meant every word. You were glad you stayed and you wanted to continue to stay. But all the alarm bells going off in your head were starting to win out over rational thinking.

You needed to get out of here. But you couldn’t leave now. Not when Keeho would know.

Not when he would know that you weren’t able to let yourself feel for him the same way he felt for you.

“Hey, Kee?” You somehow managed to talk around the lump in your throat.

“Hm?” He sounded like he was dozing, and you could tell from the slow way his chest was rising and falling that he was content.

“I’m not sure if I can sleep like this,” you lied. “Would it be ok for us to sleep how we were planning to in the beginning?”

“Yeah, whatever you want. As long as you’re comfortable.” That same lazy smile was waiting for you when Keeho lifted his arms. He helped you get back on your side of the bed (you weren’t going to think about the implications of that right now) and even got the blanket from earlier to drape over you again.

“Tea is still in there if you decide you want any,” Keeho yawned as he laid down and shimmied under some of the blanket so you both were sharing. “It’s not going anywhere, so just get some if you want. But also,” another yawn, “it’s not required during your stay.”

“When did this suddenly become a hotel,” you tried to joke, but it didn’t quite land. Thankfully, Keeho was too close to sleep to really notice. All you got from him was a soft chuckle before he breathed deeply.

“Goodnight. I’m right here if you need me.” Keeho told you this as he was turning to face the other way, probably trying to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed after everything that had just transpired.

“Goodnight,” you responded barely above a whisper. You almost didn’t breathe for the next few minutes, straining to listen for the moment that Keeho was sound asleep. After you heard him snoring softly, you waited a few minutes and started moving slowly toward the side of the bed. When you finally deemed it safe enough, you got up carefully and placed the blanket back down without causing too much movement. Keeho didn’t even budge, and the last look you threw his way was enough to plunge that icy dagger further into your heart.

You gathered up all your clothes as quietly as you could. As much as you hated putting your soaked clothing back on, the idea of staying in this apartment any longer made you feel worse. You ordered an Uber while you were trying to get back into all your clothing, thankful that there were still some running this late.

The doorknob leading out of the apartment felt cold underneath your hand when you went to turn it, the sound suddenly so loud in the otherwise peaceful, quiet room. You opened it without thinking too much more on it and closed it as softly as possible beside you. Once you were far enough away from the apartment, you just started running.

You needed to put as much distance between you and Keeho as possible, and luckily for you, your Uber pulled up right as you were making your way down the corridor that led outside. You got inside the car and inhaled shakily. The last thing you could think to do to try and put this behind you for now was take out your phone and send a single text to Keeho.

[you] 2:34 AM: i’m sorry.

i am also sorry, dear reader - there will be more to come for these two though! thank you so so much for reading, i hope you really enjoyed it~ 💜

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#hakuheartsoul #🌻 fic recs #FAVES FAVES FAVES ‼️‼️‼️#fave moots 🩵#so proud of you bestie this truly is a masterpiece 🥺#needthat #and by that i mean rd keeho 😀#my skye and all my stars 🌠

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🎃 Nightmare on Ex Street (m)

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Genre: Smut, pwp, some angst and drama, fluff

"Exes can really be a terror. Especially at a Halloween party with all your friends where you can't seem to stay away from each other..."

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💫 Under the Stars

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Genre: Fluff, some angst and hurt comfort

"Your night takes a turn for the worst when you run into your ex at a party. You decide to seek solace out in the garden, but you're in for a surprise when someone else has the same idea as you..."

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"You and your boyfriend decide to make some late night sundaes, only to find that what you're really craving is each other"

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🍬 Candy Curse (m)

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Genre: Smut, pwp, besties to lovers, fluff

"You really never know what's in your Halloween candy..."

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Candy Curse | Kim Jongseob

You really never know what's in your Halloween candy...

Piwontober Day 28

Prompt: creampie/edging/sexpollen with kim jongseob

🍬 Pairing: bestfriend!kimjongseob x reader

🍬 Word Count: 5.3k

🍬 Genre: Smut, pwp, besties to lovers, fluff

🍬 Rating: 18+

🍬 Warnings: Seob and reader get really competitive playing Mario Kart, explicit language, accidental consumption of aphrodisiac chocolates, looooots of tension, making out, hair pulling, biting, marking, scratching, dirty talk, teasing, explicit sexual content, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, needy!Seob, subby!Seob, hand job, oral (m receiving), deep throating, edging, crying, unprotected sex (pls be safe ‼️), riding, creampie, it ends soft and chaotic bc guess that's my brand 🤩

A/N: Happy Kinktober (again lol) 👻 Sorry about this being a little late, but I hope you still enjoy! This is for day 28 of @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts Piwontober event 🎃 Thank you so much to anyone who has read and supported any of my fics I really appreciate you endlessly 🥹🩵

Also I wanna dedicate this to my fave Seobrangi, and Seob writer, and just writer in general, who's also one of my best friends @strawberry-seob this one is for you bestie ilysm 😘💕 Hope I was able to honor the Seobrangi writer name 🫡

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“Ughhh, Seob, enough with the excuses.” you groaned, tossing your controller aside in frustration.

Your friend stared back at you in disbelief, “Wha…they’re not excuses! I told you I can’t concentrate because I’m hungry, and it’s giving you an unfair advantage.”

You wanted to strangle the little shit so bad, but instead you just raised an eyebrow at him.

“The unfair advantage being that I’m just better than you at this, and you’re being a little bitch about it.” you said back matter of factly.

“Because I’m fucking hungry!” Jongseob argued back, throwing a pillow in your direction that you just barely dodged in time.

“Okay, well, you can eat this controller when I shove it down your throat.” you threatened as you got to your feet.

Annnd this was why you and Jongseob weren’t supposed to play Mario Kart together unsupervised anymore.

He completely ignored you, more than used to your competitive and aggressive behavior, as he got up and walked into the kitchen behind the living room.

“Hey,” Seob called a moment later, poking his head back into the room, “Kee left already right?”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me, he’s your roommate.” you grumbled back.

Your friend rolled his eyes before disappearing back into the kitchen. You huffed in irritation before picking up your phone to mindlessly scroll through your different social feeds. Jongseob strolled back into the room, a giant pumpkin shaped bowl in his hands. You noticed that it was overflowing with Halloween candy. He didn’t bother acknowledging you, just sat down on the floor with his back against the couch and placed the bowl of candy in his lap.

“Isn’t Kee gonna be mad if you eat that? He told me he spent a fortune on candy this year since we always run out.”

Jongseob once again offered no response, instead he just unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into his mouth. He chewed for several seconds before swallowing, and then turned to you with a smirk. What the fuck?

“That’s okay, I’m just gonna tell him you’re the one who ate our candy.” he voiced smugly as he opened another piece.

“Why the fuck are you like this?”

He gave a quick shrug, “I guess because you bring it out in me.”

“Oh, right, because everything is somehow magically my fault today. Sorry I forgot.” you quipped back.

Jongseob chuckled and you felt like punching him.

“Hey, you said it, not me.”

You lunged for him, making him scream before he ducked out of the way. You might’ve missed him, but you were still able to snag a few candies from the bowl.

“Fuck it, I’ll reimburse him later.” you muttered before eating one of the chocolates in your hand.

“We’re playing another cup after this. Now that I have a fair chance.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes this time, “Whatever, Seob.”

The two of you sat there eating the Halloween candy in silence. You reached for the last piece in your hand, and just stared at the wrapping for a minute. You had never seen this kind of candy before. The packaging was weirdly fancy and deep maroon in color.

“What the hell is this?” you asked aloud, attracting Jongseob’s attention.

He looked up from his spot on the floor and observed the candy in your hand, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t know. Something that Keeho bought. It was in kind of a smaller bag so it must be expensive, whatever it is.” was the only explanation your friend offered.

“He would buy some bougie ass Halloween candy.” you remarked, earning a laugh from Jongseob.

You smiled at the slight shift in the mood. Yes, you drove each other crazy a lot of the time, but Jongseob was still one of your best friends. You loved to give him shit since he was younger than you, but you also felt a strange sense of protectiveness towards him at the same time. Your typical love/hate bestie relationship really.

When you opened the wrapping, the chocolate inside looked like any other store brand candy. The only noticeable difference was some kind of insignia on the dark square itself. You only hesitated briefly before slipping the candy into your mouth. When you bit down, the taste that exploded across your tongue was unreal. A moan slipped past your lips, completely out of your control. Jongseob jolted like he’d been shocked, and you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Dude what the fuck?!” he exclaimed, and it was impossible to miss the blush dusting his cheeks.

Your own face felt hot as you tried to defend yourself, “S-Stop making it weird! The chocolate is just really good okay. T-Try it for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“Y/N…that was so sus.” Jongseob went on, his dark eyes squinted and calculated as they focused on you.

Well fuck, you were never going to live this down. But then he was reaching back into the bowl to dig out a chocolate for himself. His fingers slowly opened the maroon wrapping to reveal the chocolate inside. You scooted closer, eager to see what his reaction would be to the strange candy.

“Could you be any creepier about this right now?”

“Just shut up and eat it.” you griped back at him.

“It’s literally just chocolate,” Jongseob started as the treat disappeared inside his mouth, “I don’t see what the big deal is- Oh my goddddddd.”

Hearing him groan out in pleasure did something strange to your insides. What the fuck was in that chocolate?

“I fucking told you!” you piped up, hoping and praying that you weren’t blushing the same way he had been moments earlier.

“I can’t believe Kee bought this for trick or treaters. Kids don’t deserve this shit.”

“You’re right, they don’t.” you agreed simply before leaning down to yank the bowl away from him.

“Hey!” Seob shouted as he angrily got to his feet.

“You snooze you lose, Seobie.” you mocked, snatching another mystery chocolate from the pumpkin and popping it into your mouth.

You hummed as it melted on your tongue, “Respectfully, I want to fuck this chocolate.”

Jongseob made a sudden grab for the bowl, and you were too distracted by the bliss your taste buds were experiencing to react in time. You jumped up from the couch, but your friend was already backing away and holding the candy out of reach.

“Look, you already ate two. Keeho is definitely gonna be suspicious if we eat too many, and I don’t even wanna think about how much it would cost if we had to reimburse him… So, I’m gonna eat one more, and then we’re even okay?”

Normally, it absolutely would not have been okay, but you were feeling oddly relaxed all of a sudden. You found yourself giving in and nodding in agreement. Jongseob stared back at you in surprise, “Wait, really? That’s it?”

“Yeah, well, you’ve annoyed me so much today that now I’m just drained.” you said before plopping back down on the couch.

He glared at you, saying nothing as he ate another chocolate. This time, you actually saw a shiver run through him, and that weird feeling from earlier resurfaced. He carried the bowl back into the kitchen, probably to get rid of the temptation. When he emerged a minute later, something about his demeanor had shifted. He seemed lighter, maybe?

“You too drained to let me smoke your ass on the track?” Jongseob challenged.

He was smiling at you, little crooked canine poking out of his mouth. A feature you knew he had but had never really noticed until now. Huh. It was kinda cute. Just like a little. And since when was his hair so fluffy. And when did he start wearing such tight shirts. And when-

“So, uh, are we racing or what?”

Thank god he had chosen then to interrupt your insanity spiral. You really needed to get your shit together. This was Jongseob for fuck’s sake. It was Jongseob…

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you registered a hand on your forehead, your friend coming into focus in front of you. How had you never noticed the smattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks. Also the little stud in his nose looked really good on him. A little too good.. You took in his soft features, lingering just a moment too long on his lips. Jongseob laughed at your spacey behavior, making your heart do something terrifying in your chest, “You feeling okay? You’re not just trying to make me feel bad and go easy on you right?”

You mentally slapped yourself across the face as you forced yourself to snap out of it.

“Even if you did, I guarantee you still wouldn’t beat me.” you replied, falling back into your much more familiar and comfortable dynamic.

His hand dropped from your forehead. Definitely much safer.

“Only one way to find out.” Seob voiced, and you saw something truly devious in his dark eyes.

You easily beat him on the first couple of tracks, but then you started to get really distracted. The distraction being your best friend sitting on the floor five feet away from you. He had this habit of sticking his tongue out the tiniest bit when he was concentrating, and you kept seeing him doing it out of the corner of your eye. God. You really needed to stop looking at his tongue. And his lips. And just him in general.

At some point, during all your staring, he had taken the opportunity to pass you and pull ahead to first place.

“Yes! Whoo!” he yelled in excitement, throwing his head back.

Warm affection washed over you. What the fuck was happening?

You fully locked in for the last course, and it was close, but you still ended up crossing the finish before him.

“Better luck next time, Seobie.” you teased, leaning over to ruffle his hair.

Holy shit. Had he always had such soft hair. Now that you thought about it, his newly dyed two toned locks really did suit him… Jongseob shrugged your hand off before whirling around to face you, “That last one didn’t count! My bangs were falling in my eyes so I couldn’t see. We gotta play one more.”

“Your bangs made you lose? Are you shitting me right now?”

He pouted back at you and pointed at the pieces of hair curtaining his forehead. Was it a bullshit excuse? Well, yes. But were you struggling with how cute he was being right now? Also yes.

“Fine, you baby. We’ll have one final rematch. But first, come here.”

Jongseob’s expression immediately showed his suspicion, and you couldn’t say you blamed him.

“Yeah, uh, no. You’re gonna hit me or something.”

You sighed in frustration, “Oh my god, I’m not gonna hit you. Seob, just come here.”

He gave you one last apprehensive look before coming to sit in between your legs hanging off the couch. Your heart knocked against your rib cage. You were hyper aware of his face being right next to your bare thighs. You could’ve sworn Jongseob had noticed it too based on the way his cheeks tinted pink. His body went rigid as he forced himself to face straight towards the TV.

You pulled your hair tie off your wrist, cursing yourself for the way your hands were shaking as you gripped some of his wavy locks. The way Seob’s breath hitched rang out loudly in the living room.

“Wait, what are you-”

“This way you can’t use the bangs excuse anymore.” you answered, cutting him off.

There was an almost tangible shift in the air. You found yourself so tuned into Jongseob’s breathing, noting each inhale and exhale while you gathered his hair to pull it back into a small ponytail. You gave a final tug, harder than you had meant to, and the man in between your legs let out a soft moan. Fucking hell. Why did he sound like that.

“Seob, did you just…” you trailed off, not able to say the words.

“NO SHUT UP!” he yelled defensively before jerking from your touch and burying his head in his knees.

Wordlessly, you maneuvered around him to get to your feet. He continued hiding his face, refusing to look at you. You frowned, turning away to walk into the kitchen. You were convinced there had been something in those chocolates, and you needed to know just what that was. Your heart was racing slightly as you approached the kitchen trash. You flipped the lid and peered inside. There were multiple empty candy bags, but it wasn’t hard to find the maroon bag that matched the chocolate’s packaging.

The bag was torn where Jongseob had opened it, but thankfully the writing on it was still legible. Your eyes flitted over the words, dread settling in your stomach. Enhanced and heightened pleasure. Aphrodisiac. Sex chocolate.

OH SHIT.

When you stepped back out into the living room with the bag in hand, Seob still hadn’t moved from his spot. You sat down on the couch, and he barely registered your presence.

“Seob, I need you to listen to me okay?”

You were panicked, but you made sure to keep your voice gentle. He slowly turned his head so that his face peeked out, and he was so flushed. At least now you understood why.

“What the hell is wrong with us?” he groaned.

Rather than trying to explain, you just held the bag out to him. Jongseob tentatively took it from your hand, his eyes scanning the packaging. He turned even redder as he came to the same realization as you.

“Holy shit.” he whispered, looking back and forth between the bag and you.

“I know. What the fuck was Kee thinking putting this in with the Halloween candy?” you asked in disbelief.

“He, uh, didn’t.” came Seob’s mumbled response.

“What?”

He flashed you a sheepish grin, and you felt the urge to hit him coming back.

“Seob. You didn’t.”

“It was with the other bags of Halloween candy, so I just dumped everything in. I had no idea they were his sex chocolates, I swear.”

He was talking with his hands to emphasize, which let you know he was just as distressed as you were.

“Maybe they don’t even work. Maybe we’re worrying for nothing.” you interjected, but you knew your words would fall flat.

Jongseob gave you a look that told you as much, “They definitely work.”

You knew he was right but you decided to ask anyway.

“What makes you think that?”

“Well for starters, you keep staring at me.”

Your face instantly warmed, and you tried to laugh it off.

“No, I don’t.” you argued, making him raise an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, you do.”

“Okay, well, you’re the one who moaned.”

“What makes you so sure I can’t get you to do the same?”

You choked on air, your cheeks burning furiously.

“S-Seob stop. T-That’s not funny.”

“You’re right, it’s not. But it’s all I can think about right now. And, I bet, I’m not the only one.”

He was smirking at you now, and the confusing feelings you had been experiencing traveled lower to settle in your core.

“Are you fucking insane? Seob, we’re friends. We don’t like each other like that.”

Even as the words left your lips, you found you really weren’t so sure anymore.

“See, I thought so too,” Jongseob said, getting to his feet so that he was now standing in between your legs, “but the things I’m thinking about you right now definitely aren’t friendly.”

You gasped softly, you had never seen this man be so forward the entire time you had known him. How in the hell had you gone from killing each other over Mario Kart to this? The scariest part was that the more the two of you played into whatever was happening, the less wrong it felt. You decided to try playing back, just to see if he was really serious.

“And what kind of things are you thinking about me right now?”

You never should’ve called his bluff because the next thing you knew, he was leaning down and caging you in on the couch with his arms on either side of your head. Your heart suddenly felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

“Things like how bad I want to kiss you. And wondering if you would let me.”

His eyes kept drifting to your lips as he said it, and it was really starting to consume you. Just how bad you wanted him right now.

“And if I said I would?” you pressed before you could think better of it.

Jongseob’s eyes dilated slightly, and you squirmed back and forth on the couch. You felt his fingers on your chin, holding you still as he looked down at you, “I want to hear you say that you want me to.”

A shiver ran through your body, and Seob’s smug grin let you know he’d noticed it too.

“Just to be clear, it’s because of the candy. And if we do this, we never speak of it again.” you stated, trying to hold onto your last shred of control.

“Yeah, okay, I’m good with that. Now, say it.”

That last shred slipped through your fingers.

“Seob, kiss me.”

The moment his lips descended on yours, it became startlingly apparent. It was not just because of the candy.

He groaned softly as his hands came up to cradle your cheeks, one of his knees slotting in between your legs. Your hands fisted into his dark gray tank, tugging him closer. Jongseob slid a hand underneath your back before repositioning you so that you were laying across the couch with him falling on top of you. The kiss grew more heated, and you opened your mouth up to him. His tongue licked into your mouth hungrily, and your fingers got lost in his two toned waves. His hands were all over you. Brushing your neck, gripping your thighs, sneaking under your shirt. It was too much and not nearly enough all at the same time.

You nipped at his bottom lip, and were rewarded with your new favorite sound. Jongseob moaning.

“Fuck. You sound so hot when you do that.” you told him in between kisses.

He smiled against your mouth, his canine poking into your lip.

“I thought that too. Except, I wanted it to be because of me and not the chocolate.” he said before mouthing along your jaw.

You sighed, your nails scraping against his scalp. His teeth grazed your neck, his tongue soothing the spot immediately after, and you shuddered underneath him. Jongseob’s hands disappeared under your shirt, fingers splayed out over your stomach.

“Can I touch you? Please.”

His plea was murmured against your skin as he sucked more color into the flesh.

“Yes.” you replied with no hesitation, your voice raspy.

You could feel him smirking into your neck, and something about it drove you crazy. His fingers inched higher, searing across your torso. Jongseob’s lips found yours once more, and you panted into his mouth while his hands slid around to your back to unclasp your bra. You sat up briefly, Seob still chasing your mouth as you slid the garment down your shoulders and out from under your shirt. The moment you laid back down, his greedy fingers were slipping back under the material to palm at your breasts.

“Fuck,” he hissed, thumb stroking over your nipple, “you’re so soft.”

You arched into his touch, “Seob.”

He groaned at your response, and then his fluffy head was disappearing underneath your shirt. You moaned obscenely the moment he took your perked bud into the warmth of his mouth. He poked his head back out, sporting an absolute shit eating grin.

“Told you.”

You shook your head, laughing slightly.

“God, you’re so annoying.”

“Mmm, yeah. And you know what, I’m not nearly done annoying you yet. Not even close.” he voiced wickedly before diving back under your shirt.

His tongue flicked over your same nipple, his fingers twisting and pinching your neglected one. You writhed underneath him, feeling something hard brush against your inner thigh. The realization that you had been the one to do that to him left you feeling dizzy.

“You’re so hot, Y/N. Shit.”

Jongseob’s voice was nearly unrecognizable, his words coming out low and rough. You could feel his lips leaving various marks all over your tits. It would be kinda hard to pretend like this never happened with reminders of him all over your body. But right now he was making you feel such immense pleasure that you really couldn’t be bothered to worry about it too much.

Seob’s hands were on the move again, sliding down your stomach and teasing at the top of your shorts.

“I bet you’re so wet right now.”

“Shut up.” you shot back, your face on fire.

Jongseob resurfaced from under your shirt, and you clenched around nothing at the sight of his swollen lips. Somehow his little ponytail was still intact, but the rest of his hair was a complete mess. His dark eyes were blown out with lust as they trailed down your body. He ran a finger along the top of your panties that were poking out of your shorts, “You gonna let me find out? Just how soaked you are right now.”

“Remember, it’s the candy. Don’t let it go to your head, Seobie.” you reminded him, knowing you were lying through your fucking teeth.

“Sure it is.” he said, rolling his eyes before slipping his fingers inside your panties.

You jerked below him as soon as his digits came into contact with your slick folds.

“Shit. You are fucking drenched.” he hissed, his fingers circling around your clit and making you gasp.

Jongseob was intensely focused on your face as he easily slid a finger inside you. He slowly pumped the digit in and out, turning you into a panting mess underneath him.

“God. Can’t believe you feel this good just around my fingers.”

“Seob.” you whined, and he responded by adding a second finger.

“Gonna make you come. Because if this is the only time we’re doing this, then I’m gonna make sure it’s something you remember.”

His fingers sinfully crooked inside you, and your back lifted off the couch. You buried your face in his arm as the band inside you wound tighter and tighter. He leaned down, his lips right by your ear, “I know I’m gonna have a hard time forgetting about this. Just how good your cunt feels.”

He was up to three fingers now, while his thumb strummed across your clit, and you clenched tight around his digits.

“Seob, fuck!” you cried out, your orgasm knocking the wind out of you.

Jongseob swore as you soaked his fingers, continuing to fuck you through your high, and peppering kisses along your neck. His fingers were coated in you when he finally pulled them out of your panties. You noticed the way his cock twitched in his dark jeans at the sight. He looked like a man possessed as he pushed the fingers into his mouth, moaning while he sucked them clean. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Definitely would not be forgetting that visual anytime soon.

“Jongseob, what the fuck?” you groaned, overwhelmed by all the different sensations.

He held your eyes as his lips pulled off his fingers with a wet pop, and you nearly came again.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet. Even better than the candy.”

The only way to describe how you were feeling in that moment was feral. Absolutely fucking feral. Which led to you tackling Jongseob, making him let out a little scream as you pinned him underneath you on the couch. You crashed your lips against his, swallowing whatever he was gonna say.

“My turn.” you said against his mouth, one of your hands reaching down to palm him over his jeans.

“Fuck. Please.”

The needy edge in his voice was absolutely delicious. You continued kissing him lazily, Jongseob desperately licking into your mouth. You undid his jeans before dipping your hand into his boxers to wrap around his erection. He released a shaky breath that turned into a moan as you stroked him leisurely. Your thumb smeared the pre cum leaking from his tip, “So messy, Seobie.”

The man under you whimpered, his hips bucking up to fuck your fist. You broke away from his lips so that you could watch him while you touched him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he tossed his head from side to side as you continued pumping him.

“What do you want, Seobie? You want me to suck you off?” you teased, running your tongue along his neck.

Jongseob practically convulsed underneath you, and you were loving how he was submitting to you right now.

“Please,” he gasped, “need your mouth.”

You hummed as you pulled him out of his boxers, his cock springing up against his stomach. You moved down his body before licking a stripe along the underside.

“Fucking shit.” Jongseob hissed, his fingers digging harshly into the couch.

You chuckled, “And so sensitive too.”

You slowly began taking him into your mouth, and he let out a moan that was borderline pornographic. The further you went, the more he squirmed and panted underneath you. You pulled off of him suddenly, and Jongseob whined at the loss of your mouth. You returned to working him with your hand instead.

“You’re so fun to play with, Seobie. Gonna make the most of it if this is the only chance we get.”

“Please. Wanna come.” he begged, sounding breathless.

You dropped your hand, and Jongseob cried out when you took him as far down your throat as you could manage.

“Your mouth, fuck. Feels too good.”

You hummed around him, and his cock twitched in your mouth. You would speed up, get him right to the edge, and then slow back down again.

“So mean, Y/N. I need to come, please.”

You replaced your mouth with your hand again, “Awww Seobie, but don’t you wanna fuck me?”

He bolted upright so fast that it actually made you jump.

“Are you being serious?”

You stroked him faster, relishing the way his eyes started to roll back.

“If you wanna fuck me, then you can’t come.”

Jongseob looked close to tears as he pouted at you.

“Why are you like this?” he groaned, and you slowed your pace down again.

“I guess because you bring it out in me.” you said, mocking him from earlier before wrapping your lips around his tip again.

“Fuuuuuuuck.”

This time, your mouth and hands worked in tandem, and when you looked up at Jongseob, a handful of tears were trailing down his cheeks. His cock was practically spasming in your mouth, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. You let him fall from your lips with a pop.

“You wanna fill me up, Seobie? Fuck me full of your cum?”

“Please.” he wheezed as more tears ran down his face, “Need to fuck you.”

You needed it too. So bad you could hardly stand it. You stepped back from the couch to slip your shirt over your head and slide your shorts and panties down your legs. Jongseob weakly picked up his head, and his eyes looked ready to pop out as he took in your naked figure. He reached down to push his jeans and boxers out of the way.

“How do you wanna do this, Seobie?” you asked as you stood over him.

In a flash of movement, his arms yanked you down to straddle him, making you yelp in surprise.

“Fuck, want you to ride me.”

You raised up to position your entrance over his cock, “Don’t forget, it’s the candy.”

Jongseob settled his hands on your waist, roughly gripping your hips.

“Shut the fuck up, and just sit on my dick already.”

You saluted him, earning a series of giggles in response. You slowly sank down onto him, Seob’s nails leaving crescents in your skin.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

You were so worked up that you didn’t even bother starting out slow. By the way Jongseob aggressively fucked up into you, you guessed that he didn’t mind. You felt his arms wrap around your back as he moved to sit up, pulling you with him. You braced your arms against the back of the couch, the new angle making you bounce in his lap. Seob mouthed at your breast, his fingers curling against your back as he held you close.

“Fuck…Seob…” you panted out, your head falling back.

“Can’t, shit, wait to feel you come all over my cock.”

“Please, fill me up, Seobie.”

Jongseob growled, his lips still wrapped around your nipple, but then he was crashing your mouths together. It was all tongue and teeth as his thrusts started to lose their rhythm. You buried your hands in his hair, tugging at the strands. Seob moaned against your lips, and your walls clenched around him.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

His cock twitched inside you, Jongseob shuddering underneath you before you felt him filling you up. You were right behind him, crying out his name as you fell apart. The two of you held onto each other as you tried to catch your breath. When you pulled back to look at him, his canine was poking out in the most endearing way. Your heart swelled, and you leaned forward to gently press your lips to his. You could feel Jongseob smiling into the kiss.

“Soooo, maybe it wasn’t just the candy.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Seob retorted before pinching your side, sending you into a fit of giggles.

He started full on tickling you, and you shrieked before jumping up from the couch. You felt something drip down your leg as you stood up. You glanced down, and when you looked back up, Jongseob was focused on the mess between your legs. He licked his lips, his eyes trailing back up to your face, and frankly, the man looked like he wanted to eat you.

“Yeah, no way I’m gonna be able to forget that. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You were contemplating whether or not to initiate some kind of round two, when you heard the door to the apartment opening. You were pretty sure the fear on Jongseob’s face must have matched your own. You grabbed a throw blanket, quickly throwing it over the two of you as you sat back down on the couch. Seob’s hand found one of yours under the blanket, giving it a squeeze.

“Seob, did you put my sex chocolate in with the Halloween candy? What the fuck, man.” Keeho called from the kitchen.

He walked into the living room a moment later, the pumpkin bowl clutched in his hands. He took in you and Seob on the couch, his eyes growing wide.

“Did you guys eat my chocolate?!”

You and Jongseob exchanged sheepish grins.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. That’s it, you’re both officially banned from Mario Kart from now until forever. And clean this shit up, you disgusting animals. Oh, and you owe me and Taeyang some new chocolate. Hope you horny little freaks are happy.”

Keeho gave both of you one last look of disappointment before strolling right back out of the apartment. You and Jongseob both busted out laughing as soon as the door closed behind him.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty happy.” he managed to get out in between fits of laughter, canine poking out adorably.

You clutched his hand that you were still holding, “Yeah, me too.”

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Rotten ٭ Hwang Intak

✮ day 26 of piwon kinktober

✮ intak x afab!reader

✮ wc: 2.8k

✮ warnings: incest, degration, slight dubcon

author note: you will NEVER catch me writing anything like this again 😁 special thanks to @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts for hosting!! 🦇🖤

“You’re so self conscious,” Intak’s voice was back with a bite. Sweeping across your shorts, one of his hands inched closer, reaching down to swipe between your legs. “Don't get me wrong, but I don't technically view you as a woman.”

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The wet squish of your shoe stomping against the rain puddle made you grimace. The rest of your drenched way home was now accompanied by a wet sock, with it only being one more thing to add to your rain soaked items. Using your tote as a makeshift umbrella, shielding you from the elements, you sighed out in relief once reaching your front door.

“It’s pouring out ther–,” your sentence was cut short by your face smashing against what seemed to have been another wall once walking through the threshold.

The wall moved, revealing that it wasn't new construction you hadn’t been told about, but Intak blocking your way into the living room.

“Watch where you’re going,” it was like he hadn't registered your entrance at all.

He was standing there with car keys in his hand, his attention going back to your mom who was paying very little mind to Intak’s pleading eyes. “Please! I’ll even drive under the speed limit.”

“Your dad said no, don't start thinking you can come to me expecting a different answer,” She told him, not stopping the tidying she was doing.

He grumbled out a response, throwing the keys onto the coffee table. You had already managed to make it up the stairs towards your bedroom when Intak came barreling past. His stomps echoed while walking up the steps, pushing past you with a hard shoulder.

It was an accident, you knew that, but that didn't stop the profanities leaking from your mouth as the momentum from Intak’s close proximity and your wet sock made you come crashing down against the hardwood floors. Your first instinct was wondering how you were possibly able to get him back, make him feel how you felt, but the pain from your ankle paused any of those thoughts.

“Shit,” Intak stood above you, watching as you clutched your knee to your stomach.

The chaos didn't stop there, your mom rushing up the stairs to see what the hell was going on. After helping you get back onto your feet, she helped you with your injury by running it under cold water and wrapping it in an ace bandage. Tucking you into bed, she handed you two Tylenols for your dinner that night.

You couldn’t care less, not taking the extra sleep for granted as you settled into your sheets. Feeling yourself doze, the darkness of your room grew as the sun set. Slowed breathing mixing with your heavy eyelids was only a concoction for one thing; sleep.

Your plans for that night were interrupted when you heard your door creak open. The drowsiness that had infiltrated your mind suddenly dissipated, but you kept still as you heard another click of your door as it shut.

“Hey. Are you up?” Intak grumbled out in a hushed voice.

Scowling, you reached for one of your pillows to chuck it across the room, watching as it did no damage to his stoic stance. With your limited sight in the dark room, you could still see the baby blue coloring of his sweatpants that matched the zip up hoodie he had paired them with. It seemed like he had a scowl on his face as well.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Intak pursed his lips together before elaborating his reason for being there. “She told me to come and apologize.”

“You couldn't have waited until after I woke up?” You asked, frustrated.

“I didn't want to wait, and I’d probably forget about it,” he told you honestly, not sparing your feelings as he did so.

Rolling your eyes, you shooed him off with a wag of your hand. It was like your body had finally decided to wake up at the same time, an aching throb coming from your leg. Intak was half way out the door before you called out to him.

“Wait,” you watched as he stopped before continuing. “You need to do better than that,”

That made him backtrack his steps, closing the door again with too much force and an annoyed expression. “What?” He asked, turning to face you.

You extended your leg out, showcasing your wrapped ankle. “It hurts. I’ll accept your apology if you massage it for me.”

Intak scoffed. “You’re joking.”

“You owe me,” you explained, pouting. “And if you don't, I’ll tell mom about the way you came in here.”

“She’s not my mom,” He mumbled under his breath. Without another protest though, he climbed onto your bed to begin rubbing at the swollen muscle.

“Owe–, that hurts,” Intak’s big thumbs were roughly running circles into your ankle. Kicking his hand away, you flipped onto your back, pointing at your shoulders. “It’s sore here too, you know.”

Intak sighed, but placed his hands onto your shoulder blades to continue his calculated movements. You wish you could see his face, probably sporting one of his dumb expressions as he loosened the muscles in your back. You sighed out a deep breath as he worked his knuckles against a harsh knot.

You were quick to note how quiet Intak had become. He was usually quick with his comebacks, quicker with insults. He had done none of that, the only sound shared between the two of you being your circulated breaths. The context of Intak’s feelings were only readable by the way his hands continued to travel down your back, reaching where your waist met your hips until they disappeared.

His touch wasn't lost for long, his hands going towards the back of your thighs to begin to knead at the fatty flesh. You could feel your breath stop and eyes widen at his bold touch, but didn't say anything to stop his wandering fingers. You were riding the high of the massage and knowing you had won a small battle against Intak.

Your breath then hiccuped, his fingers finding their way beneath the hem of your shorts, just barely gripping at the skin underneath. He didn't give you any time to register his placement before reaching his other hand to begin palming at the fabric that was the only thing keeping him from your ass.

“That’s not funny, stop it,” you finally told him, your voice muffled from the pillow underneath you.

“You’re so self conscious,” Intak’s voice was back, with a bite. Sweeping across your shorts, one of his hands inched closer, reaching down to swipe between your legs. “Don't get me wrong, but I don't technically view you as a woman.”

Rolling onto your back, Intak’s hands were forced to be placed on each side of you, his body now leaning over. You gave him an inquisitive look, wanting to know what type of game he was playing, while an uncontrollable blushed grew across your face.

His eyes were searching, scavenging over your body like you were a part of some research project he needed to ace. You were frozen in place when one of his hands returned, softer this time, resting it against your collarbone. He dragged it down your chest, only briefly grazing your breasts, running down your stomach until teasingly flicking the edge of your shorts.

Your mouth was too dry to speak. You prayed that there was someone out there listening, wanting nothing more for Intak to not hear the rapid thump of your heartbeat as he began to lazily trace against your bare skin that had revealed itself from your disheveled shirt. Snaking their way back up your stomach, his hands were now dangerously close to your boobs under your shirt.

Adrenaline kicked in. “Getting too excited?”

With your uninjured foot, you reeled back your knee to push Intak off of you, kicking him right in the groin. He staggered back, now kneeling with his weight against his heels. It gave you the opportunity to finally see what had been growing in between his legs.

Without a second though, you pressed your foot back onto Intak’s hard cock. “I was right, wasn't I? I can't believe I have to live under the same roof with a pervert like you. I thought you didn't see me as a woman?”

Your foot burrowed against his shaft as you rubbed across the length of it. Intak’s jaw clenched, with you seeing a fire beneath his eyes you had never seen before.

“That’s enough,” He grabbed your foot, yanking it away from him. Your legs now spread apart, he was now given full access to reach his hand beneath your shorts, swirling his fingers against your clit before swiftly leaving.

You watched as he brought his hand close for him to see. The slickness between your legs had transferred, his fingers glistening and wet.

Intak laughed, but there was an intimidating undertone. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“This isn't funny,” you told him again, breathless.

“I’m not trying to be funny.”

With that, Intak’s large hand grabbed at your shorts, pulling them down your legs with your underwear going along with them. You could feel his fingers shake as he did so, his eyes staring down at your now exposed skin. Even if his body was betraying him, Intak was still keen on not backing down.

You felt his fingers return, reaching down to place the pad of his pointer in between your folds. He wasn't graceful or gentle about any of it; a carnal drive taking over his pace. Grabbing onto the shirt of his sleeve, all you could do was breathe out a pathetic ‘no’ to fight back.

With Intak towering above you, you were able to see how his face contorted with lust and anguish, like he was trying to quiet down his conscience. His mouth hung open with his bottom lip jutting out slightly, his brown eyes hidden under long lashes. From this close up, you could even see the intricate detail of the skin around the scar on his cheek. Your admiration was cut short when Intak’s middle finger joined his pointer to press against your clit, squeezing it in between them.

Your breathing stopped while Intak got back on his knees, pulling you closer to him effortlessly. Keeping only one of his hands around your thigh, he continued his torment by teasingly pressing his fingers against your cunt. You had to clasp your own hand around your mouth when he sunk his digit down, giving you no time to adjust to your new fullness as he began to thrust his finger in and out.

“Intak–,” You choked out, not knowing what type of plea it was.

He didn't say anything, pumping his finger until you could feel the deep burning ecstasy in your stomach build. It was like he had noticed, a lopsided grin displayed across his face with focused eyes. You moaned out his name again.

Arching your back, your head pressed into your pillow beneath you, the sensation of Intak’s touch beginning to unravel you. Your hips rocked back against him and you were clenching around his digit, crying out as you came.

Taking his finger away unceremoniously, Intak slinked off his jacket and pulled at the bottom of his shirt to slip it off his head, revealing soft pecs and a flat stomach. You couldn’t stop to ogle though, with him immediately going towards his sweats to take them off as well.

“Wait, wait. Wait–, wait!” Intak was ignoring you, taking off his pants, freeing his angry red cock. It bobbed against his navel, looking like it weighed heavy with dripping precum leaking from its slit.

Your dry mouth began to water, your body going in the completely opposite direction of your words. Intak had begun to line himself against you, gripping his hand into your thigh, his fingernails digging into your skin as if he was trying to prepare himself.

“If you don't want this, you’re going to have to be more convincing,” Intak’s words were harsh, but the blow was lost by his low voice.

With his hand gripping where your thigh met your hip, Intak pulled you towards him, thrusting inside until he was bottomed out. It was like he had carved out the exact proportions with his cock, completely filled to accommodate him. You were more prepared this time when he rapidly began to thrust deep strokes.

“Shit,” Intak was gripping and clawing at your legs as he used them as leverage, getting lost in his own world as he fucked into you. He reached to rip off your lone shirt, his eyes landing on your breasts as he raised the fabric above your head.

He had pulled you so close that the bottom half of your body had laid across his thighs, becoming a ragdoll against him for his own use. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing against it at the same speed as his transfixed hips.

You were feeling the same sensation build again as you palmed at the bedsheets. You were on full display in this position, your legs spreading apart around him, your chest exposed. There was a slight feeling of compromise, at any moment someone could walk in and catch them.

“This is so embarrassing,” you whined out.

Intak dipped his body, letting go of your leg, his hand disappearing from your clit. Placing his hands on each side of your head, he leaned close, exchanging breaths. His movements had stopped, only briefly to give you a teasing smile that showcased how his lips made an indent on his cheek.

Without words, Intak wrapped both of his arms beneath your shoulder blades, forcing you to press against his chest as he held onto you. With one swift motion he managed to flip himself onto his back, bringing you along with him. He had you now on top, still clasping his hands around you as he started to thrust again. It was like he had gotten impossibly deeper by doing so.

You had wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingernails scraping at the skins that met his hairline. Intak’s oversized arms pressed into you like there wasn't any room left to breathe in between the two of you. At that point there was no use to try and hide your rapid heart beat.

He met your hips by slamming your body against his, creating an echo in the otherwise quiet room. You couldn't help but bite down onto Intak’s shoulder, suppressing an uncontrollable moan. It was like he was splitting you open, driving his cock into you with a squelch. You felt one of his hands reach for your ass.

Intak’s breath tickled against your ear. “Is this embarrassing enough?”

Biting down even harder, you felt another orgasm roll through your body. It crashed into you like a hurricane, hitting you in waves as Intak continued the onslaught of his hips.

You could feel him faltering though, Intak’s movements becoming less precise the longer he kept you in his arms. His breathy grunts had turned into drawn on whimpers, grabbing at your ass to lead you barreling down onto him.

Cursing out, Intak’s cock began to pulsate, constrict, and he was suddenly shifting himself free to paint white streaks of his cum across your back. You could feel the hot stickiness drip down, a prevalent reminder of what you had just done.

You stayed there on Intak’s chest as your breathing started to become more controlled, having to wipe away sweat that had formed on your upper lip. With a grunt, Intak used the last of his strength to push your body off of him, as if you hadn't just been suctioned cupped to him seconds before.

Hitting your mattress, you could feel the wet cum become trapped in between you and your sheets. It was like your senses and reasonability came flooding back, a blinding redness glazing over your eyes as you watched Intak pick up his clothes that had been thrown about.

“Is your situational awareness really that bad? You ruined my sheets,” you informed him, sitting up to peel the fabric off of your soaked back.

“Why should I care?” Intak asked, lifting his arms to put on his abandoned t-shirt.

You could have sworn you felt steam wafting out of your ears. “You’re so–, I don't like you.”

“Feeling is mutual,” He had pulled his pants back up, the blue contrasting against his tan skin even in the dark.

Intak didn't say anything when he walked out, shutting the door behind him. You were now alone, still naked and having to deal with the mess he left behind. Scoping out the disheveled bed, on the corner post you noticed how he had left the zip up hoodie that matched his sweats.

It was like your body was two steps ahead of your brain as you grabbed the hoodie to put it on, bringing the cotton close so that it cinched around your body. Rubbing your back roughly against it, you wiped away Intak’s cum with the jacket he adored.

#leepace #🌻 fic recs #fave moots 🩵#bestie i am fully convinced that i will read anything you write from now until forever no matter how unhinged or chaotic #bc it always turns out so fucking good every time #oh wow #needthat

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sunflowerseob · 4 days ago

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i need some fwb keeho thoughts bc i know he'd be sooo cocky ugh i want him so bad

ANON 😭💔

the things id do to get a piece of stubborn cocky arrogant fwb keeho

18+ MDNI

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✩ It wouldn't matter where or when or how but when Keeho wanted to see you, he would.

✩ He'd be a master of convincing you to come over. He'd go over in great detail how it wasn't even that late, promising you'd get home at a decent time (and in his world, that would mean right before sunrise)

✩ It wasn't like it'd take much to persuade you. Keeho is hard to say no to, but even so, you caught yourself thinking about him more and more even when the two of you weren't together. And like clockwork, like he had planeted a device to read your thoughts, he would text you. His words would be soft and needy (knowing EXACTLY what works on you), giving you no other option but to agree to whatever he's suggesting.

✩ Friends with benefits

✩ I don't think Keeho would be able to spend much time with you outside of hooking up. After leaving his apartment, you'd be lucky to hear from him until the next time he needed to get off. He didn't want to give you any wrong ideas.

✩ What he wouldn't tell you is that it would partly be because he didn't trust himself. Afraid that if he spent any more time with you, he wouldn't be able to control his greed, knowing he'd eventually want to spend every waking moment with you.

✩ The nights he did get to see you were mostly spent in bed, alloting no time for small talk before Keeho was in between your legs. There was a desperation that he wasn't able to hide when he had you under him, as if there was a magnetic force inside of him that was trying to get closer to you.

✩ After he was done fucking you, making you see stars, the two of you would lay next to each other and talk just about anything. He loved making you laugh, his week always seemed to be better when he got to see you smile. There had only been a few times where you fell asleep in his arms.

✩ Even though he had no jurisdiction for judgement, Keeho would roll his eyes and crinkle his noses whenever you brought up other guys. He wasn't innocent in the slightest, holding no monogamy between the two of you. And yet, he would come to you, always letting you know that no one else makes him feel this good. You could never admit how you felt the same.

#leepace #🌻 fic recs #fave moots 🩵#your hcs hurt my feelings every time #pls never stop doing them thanks #oh wow #needthat

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sunflowerseob · 4 days ago

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Snakebite ٭ Hwang Intak

✮ day 19 of piwon kinktober

✮ intak x afab!reader

✮ wc: 1.3k

✮ warnings: body worship, biting, blow jobs

special thanks to @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts for hosting! 🎃🖤

Ignoring his pleas, you kept your place in between his thighs. You began to leave a trail of kisses, your lips coming in contact with soft skin and rugged muscle. Pushing at his knee so that Intak would spread his legs out wider, you were then given access to lean down and begin to pepper the thin skin on the inside of his thigh, ending with you sinking your teeth down against the flesh around his pelvis.

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Intak hissed out above you once your tongue swirled against the tip of his cock, heavy eyelids staring back at you. With his lips in between his teeth, Intak watched as you took his cock into your mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks after plunging your head back down.

“Just like that, please–,” Intak whimpered out.

Humming around his cock, you felt as his hips jerked, a guttural moan coming from Intak as you did so. His sudden movement made you sputter around him, saliva pooling at the base after taking your mouth away. The lack of sensation made him start to whimper again.

You didn't go too far, dipping your head so that your lips were now grazing against Intak’s thigh. “That was kind of mean. Did I deserve that?”

Intak began his blabbering again. “No, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to, it felt so good, I need to cum, please,” his voice was high pitched, whiny.

“Fuck–, please,” His begging wasn't pinpointed by his words, his leaking cock resting against his navel being the only clue to his needs.

“Please what?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

Intak’s hips had started to passively lift from where he laid on the bed, thrusting into nothingness as his body did its best to try and capture some sort of relief. His sigh was heavy when he wasn't able to do so.

“I need you,” he breathed out.

You smiled against his skin, hair tickling against your nose. “Need me to do what?”

Your lips went back to his thighs, Intak’s tan skin flexing, showing off how the muscles in his legs contorted whenever your teeth scraped against the inner flesh. It was like he jumped out of his skin when you decided to place a kiss against his scrotum. His reaction made you do it again.

“Please make me cum, please make me cum, please,” Intak choked out, swearing you could see tears well up in his eyes.

Placing one of your hands against the top of Intak’s knee, the other gripped itself against the top of his cock. The pressure alone made a moan ripple out from Intak’s chest, his hips beginning to thrust on their own again. His movements only stopped once he felt the nails dig into his knee.

Catching his eyes, you stilled briefly before speaking. “If you’re asking me to make you cum, then let me.”

Your stare was lost as Intak’s eyes fluttered closed, nodding as he took a deep breath in. He allowed you to go back to taking bites and kisses against his thighs, your hand around his cock collecting precum in between your fingers. A drawn out whine escaped his lips after your mouth left his leg, leaving a red damp hickey in its wake. Not giving him a chance to breathe, you leaned back down, keeping him still as you ran your tongue against his balls.

Your wet lips took Intak into your mouth, a string of profanities mixing in with his now frequent moans. The taste of him entered your senses, a salty sweetness consuming your every thought. With a slowness, your hand began to move back and forth along his shaft, swearing you heard a choked cry coming from above as you did so. The grip you had around his knee tightened as your pace quickened, your nails digging into the solid muscle.

Breathing in his scent, your nose tickled against the short hairs of his groin as you played with his balls in your mouth. Swirling your tongue, your licks coincided with the speed of your wrist as saliva began to drool down your chin. It was like Intak’s grunts were becoming more desperate, his appetite only being so fulfilled by the proximity of your lips.

A wet slap hit in between Intak’s legs once you took your mouth away with an exaggerated pop. His furrowed brow showed off how he was already brewing up a string of pleas, you not allowing a single word out before replacing your hand clasped around his cock with your lips.

“F-fuck,” Intak inhaled sharply. His hand came swiftly down to place itself on top of your head, keeping it there as if he was afraid you’d disappear again. There was little pressure, his placement simply there for his own well being.

Bobbing up and down, you did your best at taking him down your throat. With your tongue flat you ran its course up his shaft, your saliva coating down for you to place your hand back around the base. In earnest, your wrist moved at the same pace as your mouth, meeting where it wasn't able to reach.

You could taste salt when your tongue flicked against the head of Intak’s cock, a desperate cry coming from his throat as you did so. His pathetic state underneath you had begun to slightly tremble the longer you fucked your mouth against him, and it was beginning to drive you up a wall.

With your free hand, you hooked if beneath Intak’s knee so that you were now straddling the bottom of his thigh. Pressing yourself harshly against him, you had started to rutting your hips, your underwear soaked through while you continued to suck his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks whenever leaning back up, you could feel how Intak was beginning to constrict and pulsate against your wet mouth.

The pressure of his thigh sent a shockwave throughout your body, the electrical storm that had been brewing starting to rain down. You moaned around him, chasing at your orgasm while trying to award Intak his. The vibration made another moan ripple through Intak’s chest, wrecked and desperate this time.

“Don't stop, please don't stop,” Intak’s voice was barely audible as he breathed words out of his mouth like a mantra. His fingers had found their way into your hair, gripping onto the roots not to govern anything, but to stabilize his own shaking limbs.

Heat in your gut was pouring over like molten lava, threateningly bubbling to explode. One look at Intak and you knew it was over; eyes glazed over with what only could be similarity described as brain dead, his fat bottom lip hanging along with his jaw. He was losing control just like you were.

A choked out cry was your only warning before you felt the hot wetness that coated the back of your throat as Intak came. His hips had buckled slightly, thrusting his cock into your mouth and staying still as he rode out his orgasm. Shamelessly, you followed him by grinding down on Intak until you were overcome with a crashing wave, cumming against his thigh.

Dizzy with shallow breathing, you lapped at Intak's length after taking him out of your mouth lazily, still trying to come down from your own high. Intak’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes were shut and head to the side as if he was trying to regain his ability to use his words. His hung jaw only closed so that he could lick away the sweat that formed on his upper lip.

Intak then smiled, his eyes still closed. “You really like my thighs, huh,” he said it like a statement rather than a question, lifting his leg slightly, making you notice the damp wetness you had created on his bare leg.

#leepace #🌻 fic recs #oh wow #needthat #fave moots 🩵#i understand reader i really do 😔

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sunflowerseob · 4 days ago

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WRITER LEEPACE THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE OH MY FUCK

The pet play with Intak still being dominant you're sick for that ‼️‼️‼️All of your fics are feeding me so well 🤤

Good Boy ☆ Hwang Intak

18+ MDNI

☆ intak x a!fab reader

☆ wc: 2k

☆ warnings: pet play, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

“It’s just really embarrassing sometimes,” Intak had stormed through the front door, still rambling on about the conversation he was having mostly to himself the entire way home.

There had been one too many jokes at the expense of Intak’s feelings, which was usually only a few. Trying to coax him into taking his mind off something it was set on was always impossible, which is why you let him blabber the entire time from Jiung's to your apartment.

“And really, I don't see it. I don't think I act like a dog at all. It’s like they think I should be drinking out of a bowl,” he continued.

Taking off your shoes, you moved closer towards Intak so that you could wrap your arms around his torso, snaking your hands beneath his leather jacket. It allowed you to smell the earthiness of his cologne.

“You don't think you're a good boy?”

It was mostly a joke, but when you felt Intak gently pull away from your touch, you realized now was not the time to hint at anything funny. His demeanor stiffened as he turned to face away from you.

“This isn't funny, ok? I’m serious,” Intak said, crossing his arms across his chest.

You couldn't see it, but you knew his lips had formed into a pout, his round eyes becoming susceptible to any pleas he may need to let out. Rolling your own eyes, you raised your hand to place it on top of his shoulder, pulling at him to look back in your direction.

His strong upper body practically melting into your palm, Intak barely giving any resistance when you tugged at him. He stepped back, arms still crossed, the suspected pout displaying proudly across his face. You could also see how his pants had slightly tightened, Intak’s stance only shifting so that he could grab at the fabric, trying to hide the fact that your words had awakened something in him.

“I can see why they compare you so much,” you started, Intak staring at the floor. “You’ve got those big puppy dog eyes, and I don't think your current attitude is helping your case. You look like you've got your tail in between your legs.”

Your hand left his shoulder as you turned to walk further into the apartment. Making your way towards your shared bedroom, you felt a tug at your hand, pulling you back into close proximity to Intak. You should have known better, Intak not being able to let this go, similarly to how a dog refuses to drop a toy.

He pouted, looking as though he was ready to stomp his feet down like a stubborn child. “If I’m a dog, then I’m the ones that bite and bark,” it was like he had grown in size as he straightened his back.

Not letting go of you, Intak tugged you by your hand to lead where you were originally heading. His grip was strong, like he was desperate to get you into the bedroom. And he was; the moment he stopped, Intak got to work by tearing off your clothes, turning around again for you to see his tented pants.

“I think it’s cuter than that,” you confessed after lifting your arms for him to remove your shirt, the fabric going over your head. “Unless you wanted to prove me wrong?”

Intak’s mouth connected to your neck, his tongue lapping at the skin before using his teeth to bite down. Leaving kisses behind, he trailed upward before latching his lips onto yours, hungry and wet. Reaching for your hips, he pressed himself against you, making you feel the growing hardness that was trapped in his jeans.

It made you disconnect your lips, a short string of spit forming between the two of you as you broke away. “You’re one sick puppy.”

A sigh came out of Intak, his grip around your hips tightening enough for him to lift your feet off the floor, throwing you onto the bed. The billowing comforter broke your fall, but his sudden dominance still took away all of the air in your lungs. He was quick to get on top of you, his large stature overtaking your vision. He kissed you once more on the lips before trailing back your neck.

His movements were painstakingly slow, licking and nipping at the thin skin. Making his way down, he got to your collarbone only to begin to suction his lips around it, creating a large hickey. Lifting his head, Intak admired his work before returning to his current task. Using one hand to grope at your breast, his mouth went to the other, flicking over your nipple with his tongue. With goosebumps rising across your arms, you shivered under his touch.

He detached his mouth from your chest to go lower, carelessly sprinkling kisses down your stomach, stopping at your navel. The only thing keeping Intak away from your bare skin was your underwear, which he swiftly tore down your legs so that you were on full display for him. His eyes were transfixed on your pussy, taking in the fat lips and pink folds that encompassed your clit. You caught him rutting down against the bed, his hips moving to relieve the growing ache in his groin.

Intak had gotten low enough so that he was at eye level with your cunt, placing the pad of his thumb without any warning. Soft moans came from above, escaping your lips as he started to play around with your clit, rubbing counter clockwise circles and using his pointer to squeeze it between his fingers. Your moans became a desperate whimper the more he toyed with you, creating a half smile forming on Intak’s face.

“I’m not sick,” Intak started, the pressure on your clit becoming heavier. “I’m loyal, to this, to you,” he was still on the trajectory of being man’s best friend.

Sinking his head down with your legs hiked up against his shoulders, he licked a strip from bottom to top, immediately covering you with his saliva. Opening your tightly shut eyes, you looked down to find him already staring back at you, his pupils blown as he suctioned his plump lips around your clit.

The connection was overwhelming as you met Intak by rolling your hips, burying his face, soaking it with the slick between your legs. He grunted in response, clear in his enjoyment of eating you out and the way you tasted. He made you yelp out when he grazed his teeth, taunting the inflamed skin. Instead of biting down though, he flattened his tongue to lap against your swollen clit, once, twice, with an eagerness that sent a message to the growing heat inside your gut.

Intak’s lips parted, lifting his head only so that his mouth was free to move, his hot breath still blowing against your cunt. He placed a hand just below your navel. “I’m going to fuck you so deep I reach your stomach.”

Thrown into a tailspin, you responded by whining out, the lack of touch being completely torturous with his sentencing given to you. You didn't have to say anything for him to lower his head again, his wet chin disappearing. This time his grip around your stomach tightening and his other hand reached for your thigh, his fingertips indenting the fatty flesh. Ignoring your clit, he skipped it to lick his way inside of your hole.

Your hands went to his hair, his moppy bangs being the perfect reigns for you to grab onto. He groaned against your leaking cunt again, creating a vibration that rippled through your body. His velvety tongue swirled, fucking you open to take his cock.

Drawing back, Intak rested his weight against his heels so that he could lift his shirt about his head, hastily continuing to undress by fumbling with the button of his jeans. Roughly shaking them off his legs along with his underwear, he revealed the precum that had poured out of his dick, and how it was smeared across the head. He hissed out when he wrapped his fingers around it, pumping his fist a few times before lining himself up.

Before nudging his cock inside, Intak rutted it against your pink needy lips, rocking back and forth between the shiny folds of your pussy. It was warm and obscene, the sound of him rubbing against you ringing in your ears. The contact made you shake, the anticipation making you grab at his hips, your fingernails digging at his sides. He got the message that way, slipping his cock further down so that it was pressing against your pillowy hole.

“Am I a good boy?” He asked, resisting from moving further until you answered.

You squirmed under him, rocking your hips, doing anything to try and get him inside of you. When you didn't answer, he asked again.

“Am I a good boy? Tell me,” He whined, his voice innocent in comparison to his actions.

“You’re a good boy! You’re a good boy,” you practically shouted, dripping with desperation.

“I’m you’re good boy. Only yours,” his words were met with him thrusting forward, the tip of his cock stretching out your hole to take the rest that followed, sinking down until he bottomed out. His hanging jaw let out a string of curse words and groans as he felt you convulse around him, hooking your legs to wrap them around his waist, pushing him irresistibly deeper.

Intak’s hips jerked back, only to come crashing down onto yours. His pace was unforgiving from the start, the heavy scent of sweat and sex filling the air. The inside of your brain had turned into mush the longer he fucked into you, the length of his cock filling every inch of your clenched cunt. He barely had room to breath, swearing you could feel him reach your cervix whenever he got especially needy with his harsh strokes.

The crook of your neck was overtaken by Intak, his hair in the perfect position for you to latch onto, hearing breathy moans coming from where he had hidden his fucked out features. A hand went to your breast, kneading, before taking your nipple into his fingers, giving it a twist.

You pulled the hair at his neck. “Intak–, fuck, please,” you begged for nothing in particular.

Intak raised his head, his hands going to either side of you so that he could raise his body above you. “Please what? Do you want to cum?”

His steady pace slowed, dragging his cock against your walls as he restrained. Shaking your head yes, you dropped your legs to begin to meet his thrusts shamelessly. In response, Intak grabbed at your waist to stop you from moving, quickly reaching down to then grab at your thigh to hitch it above his shoulder, his arms now wrapped around your leg.

Rolling his hips, his cock was flushed against you, throbbing, until he reeled back to continue the pace he started with. He dragged you towards him, working his hips hard. “You’re going to cum around my cock,” his hips buckled with his demands “And I’m going to fill you up until you're leaking.”

It was like Intak had pushed you off the side of a cliff, making you fall into your orgasm with no way out. It rippled through you, causing you to tighten your grip around his cock. His strokes became short, barely managing to move in the tightness. You could feel how it pulsed, begging to coat your insides. He thrusted once, twice, and then he was coming, his short nails digging into your thigh, allowing him to fuck himself through his orgasm.

Letting go of your leg so that it dropped back onto the bed, he snaked his way back up to kiss you, the lingering taste of you still on his lips. Intak kissed as if he was never going to kiss you ever again, licking into your mouth with a desperation. He stayed there inside of you until he was soft, breaking away from the kiss to take the spot on the bed next to you with a huff.

You looked over to him in a daze. “How about a leash and collar next time?”

Intak didn't have to answer to let you know how he felt about that idea, a blush spreading from his ears to his chest, and the lame twitch of his softened dick.

#leepace #🌻 fic recs #fave moots 🩵#save me good boy intak save me #respectfully #needthat

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sunflowerseob · 4 days ago

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BESTIE YOU'RE INSANE FOR THIS ‼️ THIS WAS SO HOT WHAT THE FUCK 🥵

You really just never miss 😩

Wildfire ☆ Hwang Intak

☆ 18+ MDNI

☆ intak x afab!reader

☆ 1.5k

☆ warning: public sex, exhibitionism, fingering

Your hand moved up Intak’s leg, your fingers easing into the denim that kept you from clutching at his skin. It was like you were clawing at the fabric, your nails digging into the flesh of his thigh where it met his groin.

It made Intak let out a deep sigh out next to you. Watching as his chest rose and fell, he sighed with a shaky timbre once your hand made its way up to the button of his jeans. Like his body was two steps behind his brain, Intak reached to place his own hand on top of yours to try and stop your dissoluted fingers from going any further, getting there only after his pants had already become undone.

“Dont,” Intak’s voice barely registered as a whisper.

Taking your hand back, you slid back into your seat. Keeping them placed in your lap, your fingers began to mess with the bottom of your skirt. With your eyes trained on him, Intak straightened his posture while trying to button his jeans back up with fumbling digits. You turned your head to hide the smile that was growing on your face.

“You’re so full you need some extra room, is that it?” Jiung called from across the table, clearly spotting Intak’s opened pants from where he was sitting.

Fumbling with his button with a new haste, Intak pushed his seat closer to the table so that his crotch wasn’t on full display for the new sets of eyes on him, the rest of the table turning their heads to look at Jiung’s spectacle.

“And I thought I ate a lot,” Keeho joined in with Jiung’s teasing.

Taeyang leaned his elbow against the table, swinging his dirty fork close to Intak’s face. “You see how he inhales his food. I wouldn't be shocked if he had seconds.”

A red flush had washed over Intak’s chest that led up to his ears and cheeks. He looked like he had turned into a bright tomato even under the dim restaurant lighting. With a sudden tug at your arm, you could feel Intak stand up from the table, taking you with him.

“I think we’re going to head home,” Intak told the group, only giving them more ammo to tease him.

It didn't matter, with Intak practically running out of the restaurant, dragging you along with him. Getting out into the cool night, he didn't stop his quick strides until reaching the subway station platform, knowing he only stopped because he had to. You knew if he could, he’d run home.

Trying to catch your breath, you saw as the train lights in the distance became larger and larger as the seconds passed. Next to you Intak stood, tapping his foot impatiently against the concrete. Still holding his hand, you gave it a squeeze, seemingly snapping Intak out of his anxious behavior.

Giving you a small smile, he squeezed your hand back. It was like he had forgotten others could perceive the emotions he so often wore on his sleeve. He was impatient, dripping with urgency, his hands clammy. Intak ushered you inside the doors first as the subway pulled in, following behind you closely.

Taking a seat in the back of the train, you scanned your eyes over the car to find it empty. Your attention went back to Intak once you felt his fingers against your thigh, wrapping themselves around the flesh. You could feel his stare, making your head turn to catch his eyes. They were dark, with something gleaming within them. He started to slowly trace his fingers against your inner thigh, working their way up to your skirt.

“What are you doing,” the train car jostled as you spoke.

Intak didn't answer, instead continuing his creep up your thigh. He had gotten past the hem, making the fabric ride up, revealing the black underwear you had on underneath. He didn't stop until his fingers were brushing against your cunt, taunting you, showing off how much power he had over you.

Placing his lips against your ear, Intak’s voice was practically a whisper. “Payback.”

The sound of the screeching wheels against the track didn't muffle the gasp you let out once he had pressed two of his fingers against your clit, which was still hidden behind your panties. Your body acted out in instinct, grinding down against his hand to gain more pressure for the growing ache you felt in your stomach. Intak turned his head back to face forward, not being able to hide the smile he had on his face.

The train slowed down, coming to a halt at the next station while Intak still had his hand down your skirt. It was like he was toying with you, his fingers delicately circling around, not doing any damage besides annoyance. He didn't stop, even when the doors began to open and a sprinkle of commuters hopped on.

“Intak–,” you breathed, watching the small crowd of people as they took their spots in the train car.

He didn't say anything back, instead using his middle finger to slip inside of you, enveloping himself in your cunt by sinking down to the second knuckle. Your efforts to stay composed were futile, your breathing coming in ragged, if at all. It looked like your jaw was about to snap in half by the way you were clenching the muscle with your head down. You were hoping only Intak could see the growing blush that was spreading across your face.

Agonizingly, he began to move his finger, slowly pumping back and forth while his thumb found its way to your clit. He did the same circles as before, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the bud with more pressure this time. His touch was sending waves of lightning throughout your body, and all you could do was sit there, closing your eyes, hoping you were able to hold in the moans that were caught in your throat.

You heard Intak laugh under his breath when a whimper escaped your lips. He acted as if it was a sign, pulling back to add his ring finger, only to send it back down immediately to fuck you with the other. Your breath hitched, and you knew if there were any more noises coming from your direction, people were going to start to notice how Intak was making you unravel.

The train lurched forward before coming to a complete stop. It has arrived at the next station, the doors opening to allow the next wave of passengers to get on and off. Your once empty car was now filled with a good amount of people, completely oblivious of what was happening in the back row. Intak had halted his fingers only for a moment, showing off how anxiety was wanting to take over, but his unwillingness to wait won in the end. Without having to look up, you could hear the commotion of the station getting muffled by the closing doors, only the noise of those on board with you and Intak shifting in his seat filling your ears as the train pulled out of the station to go onto the next.

You felt Intak lean in again, pressing his shoulder against yours. “Are you close? Or are you waiting for more people to watch you cum on my fingers?” He spat out, low enough for only you to hear.

Finally looking up, you saw how the train was closing in on the stop where both of you had to get off. You were waiting for that station to pull up so that you had an excuse to jump out of your seat, but the heat that was building in your stomach only grew after each thrust of his fingers until you couldn't take it anymore.

Your orgasm rippled through you, forcing you to bite down on your bottom lip until you swore you drew blood. Your body went limp, your head falling against the space between Intak’s shoulder and collarbone as he slowed his pace while you clenched around his fingers. It took every ounce of your strength to do nothing but let out a shaky breath.

The sound of the door opening sprung you out of the dizzying spell Intak had put you under. He slipped his fingers out unceremoniously to get up from his spot next to you, waiting for you to follow him out to the desolate station. His large steps made you have to consciously keep up with him, clearly wanting to get home as fast as possible.

“You're sick, you know that, right?” You told him, finally finding your voice.

Intak laughed in response, catching your eye, capturing your attention by lifting his hand so that he could place his used fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them loudly, using his flat tongue to cover them in his saliva before taking them out with wet pop.

“You taste unreal,” he finally told you, ignoring your question, continuing his journey home with tented pants.

#leepace #🌻 fic recs #fave moots 🩵#bestie stays being one of my fave writers bc WHAT #oh wow #needthat

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sunflowerseob · 4 days ago

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do u think intak has a crush on me? be honest

hmm, good question anon. i'm not sure if he has a crush on you, but if he did, i was thinking about what that might be like. and once i got to thinking about that, i decided i had to write about all the other members as well, so here's what i got; hope you enjoy!

pairings: ot6 p1harmony (crushing on reader) x fem!reader

warnings: mdi

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✧ Intak ✧

“oh! wow,” intak says, unable to find any other words as he looks you up and down, admiring the dress you’d picked out for your mutual friend’s birthday party

he’d always find reasons to touch you: sitting next to you, his thigh would press against yours, fingers brushing against yours carelessly; he’d push or hit you playfully when you make him laugh

speaking of laughter, he’d laugh at every single one of your jokes; he loves being around you because of how much you make him laugh

gets so shy when you look him in the eyes

blushes easily

when you drink together, it’s so obvious that he likes you. his inhibitions completely disappear and he’s just all over you, leaning his head on your shoulder and giggling like an idiot

✧ Keeho ✧

“where my hug at?” keeho croons, opening his arms wide and walking toward you with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face

constant playful banter, he’d tease you relentlessly like a middle school boy

charismatic and confident as hell, will make the most insanely direct eye contact while flirting with you and never backs down

half the time you wonder if he likes you or if he hates you, but little do you know, he thinks about you constantly and is always talking to his besties about you

always trying his best to make you laugh (if his jokes don't make you laugh, he'll try to tickle you so that it happens one way or the other)

✧ Jiung ✧

“hey y/n, have you eaten today? here, have some of this,” jiung says, voice laced with concern, offering you the rest of his chocolate chip cookie

absolutely neurotic, he’s a total wreck and always so nervous to talk to you

despite his nerves, he’s so thoughtful, always asking you questions about yourself, and tries to learn everything he can about you

very sensitive, notices every little thing about you – like if you look cold, tired, or worried; always asking you when you last ate and offering to feed you if it’s been a while

great texter, very responsive, willing to have detailed conversations both via text, over the phone, in person; a great conversationalist all around and loves to talk to you any chance he can get

✧ Taeyang ✧

“what are you looking at, punk?” taeyang teases, noticing you staring at him; but you also notice he can’t stop smiling

will always order food for you whether or not you ask, and memorizes your favorite foods

awkward but confident anyway, has no problem looking you in the eye and flirting brazenly

steals glances at you and smiles to himself when you’re not looking

pays attention to songs you like and surprises you by learning how to play them on guitar for you; tells you it's no big deal and it was super easy (even though he spent hours practicing)

lots of playful banter but it’s so obviously flirty; if you’re shorter than him he’s always making fun of you for it and if you’re taller than him, well, he’s making fun of you for that too

✧ Shota ✧

“y/n, watch this!” shota yells, stepping back before planting his hands on the floor and doing a handstand for several seconds before tumbling all over himself and looking up at you bashfully

he always shows off his new dance moves for you and then looks at you to see your reaction

when you’re in a room, he doesn’t notice anyone else and clings to you as if nobody else is around

he'll give you the most considerate, well-thought-out gifts imaginable, based on vague conversations that you had with him months ago that you barely even remember. he remembers so many odd and subtle details about you

very touchy, but in a restless way; asks if he can play with your hair and hugs you every single time he sees you, even if you just walked out of the room for 5 minutes

✧ Jongseob ✧

“hey,” jongseob says with a tight smile, looking up from his phone briefly as you walk into the room

you’d have no idea he has a crush on you. one of his friends would end up telling you and it would come as a complete shock. it’s not that he treats you badly, he’s just a perfect gentleman: he’s always attentive and kind but not any more than he is to anyone else

once you find out that he has a crush on you, you’ll be able to piece it all together but most of the pieces would have to come from others. he’s constantly complaining to his friends about how much he likes you. you’d find out he agonizes about your every interaction and constantly overthinks; when you text him, he sees it immediately but tries not to respond right away because he doesn’t want to come off as too desperate. generally, a lot of the crushing is happening behind closed doors and he’s just an absolute mess and doesn’t know what to do about it

he makes playlists full of songs that remind him of you (but doesn’t tell you)

he listens to all of the music you recommend to him and writes notes of his thoughts while listening, then reports his detailed opinion/thoughts back to you

never initiates physical contact (always waits for you to initiate), but every time you hug him, he takes full advantage of it, wrapping his arms around you tightly before reluctantly letting go

#strawberry-seob #🌻 fic recs #fave moots 🩵#*screams into the delusional void*#thanks bestie these have ruined me 🤩#needthat

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sunflowerseob · 4 days ago

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☆ Sub!Intak HCs

☆ 18+ NSFW MDNI

☆ warning: Dom/sub, slight petplay, breathplay, dirty talk, cum eating

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Sub!Intak who's willing to do anything to please you, his main goal being to make you happy, no matter what. He would be lying if he said he didn't love it when you took control

Sub!Intak who lets out whimper after whimper, and you haven't even touched his cock yet. He looks at you with big puppy dog eyes, begging without words

Sub!Intak who can't fathom to be bratty, following orders like a well trained dog. He loves the praise, you could see it in his face and by the way his dick jumped whenever you hand out compliments

Sub!Intak who's a pretty boy, who likes it when you make him wear your skirts and dresses, who likes it when you fuck him like a girl

Sub!Intak who gets too excited when you ride him, his hips buckling upward to meet yours. He doesn't care if he gets punished once he thrusts deep inside of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head

Sub!Intak who doesn't want to admit how much he loves it when you put your hands around his throat, constricting any breath from entering his airways. He didn't need to admit anything when he came, painting your insides with a choke.

Sub!Intak who's sorry, he didn't mean to cum, you felt so good. It doesn't matter when he’s told to get on his knees, and to stay there until told otherwise

Sub!Intak who drools all over you when you let him eat you out. His fat lips got everything wet while lapping at your cunt, tasting himself when he fucked you with his tongue

Sub!Intak who wishes he could watch you cum forever, loving the way your face twisted and walls clenched around him. He couldn't get enough of the vulnerability you displayed when you squeezed your eyes shut with a hoarse moan

Sub!Intak who cleans up aftward, getting anything you need; water, towel, new sheets. It's not because he has to, but really, it's because he cares

#leepace #🌻 fic recs #fave moots 🩵#was literally just aggressively blinking at my screen reading these #needthat

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sunflowerseob · 4 days ago

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Soooooo I fell head over heels for this Intak 🤭 He's just so sweet and soft and cute and ugh 😩 Something about this felt so real and vulnerable and idk how you always perfectly capture that in your writing but bestie I fear you've done it again 👏🏻

runaway ✩ hwang intak

🍹 wc: 4.6k

🍹 genre/pairings: fem!reader x intak, one night stand, SMUT, MDNI

🍹 warnings: dubious consent!, mdni!, alcohol consumption, drunk reader, drunk intak, one night stand, groping, sleep groping, reader crying/having an emotional breakdown, hurt/comfort (comfort provided by intak), cuddling, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, creampie

🍹 a/n: my very first intak fic is here! i wrote this as a gift for my bff @leepace (aka essexdogs on ao3) and it is crossposted to my ao3 account here.

note: the sexual practices depicted in this fic are not safe or entirely consensual - please take precautions regarding consent and STI/pregnancy safety in your own real life sexual encounters! :)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The sound of the shot glass slamming down on the worn wooden surface of the dimly-lit bar startled the few of the other patrons close to you, but they quickly went back to minding their own business after giving you a brief sideways glance.

You winced as the liquid burned its way down your esophagus: poisonous, warm, and, more than anything, soothing. You’d lost count of how many you’d had already, but the bartender was starting to give you that concerned expression that he probably gave to folks when he was about to cut them off for the night. You didn’t care. You could just drink at home if that happened. You’d never been kicked out of a bar, but there was a first time for everything, right?

After spending a few moments wallowing in your thoughts, you sensed someone pulling out the barstool to your right and taking a seat right next to you. Your inhibitions entirely gone at this point, you brazenly looked over to find that the person was a man: young, probably not over the age of 22, and obnoxiously attractive.

He was tall — but not too tall — and had golden tan skin and dark hair with a slight wave that hung partially in his face. His face was supple, all prominent cheekbones, soft-looking cheeks, full lips, and a nose that you could imagine men showing to a plastic surgeon to beg for the same exact one.

You looked him up and down, and nearly rolled your eyes at his outfit. It was adorable , and part of you hated him for it. How undeniably good he looked. The loose white tee shirt with the gray and black neck-scarf partially covering his defined neck, the bomber jacket that he’d hung on the back of the stool, and a pair of fitted black pants that had you trying your hardest to keep your eyes above his beltline — he was cute . So cute, in fact, that you nearly wanted to get away from him, especially on a day like this. After everything that had happened.

He turned his head and met your eyes with his wide, round, dark ones. He looked like a curious puppy, and you realized he’d caught you staring. Your face flooded with heat.

“Sorry,” you murmured, turning back towards the bar, embarrassed at the way you’d been lost in your own world and had been completely studying this guy from head to toe as if he were public property.

You heard him giggle and it sounded like music. Of course he has an adorable voice too , you groaned inwardly to yourself.

“It’s all good. Can I buy you a drink?” the man asked, and you turned to see him smiling at you, perfect teeth framed by his perfect lips, and you had the sudden urge to punch him as hard as you could, cover your fist in the blood from his mouth, knock his stupid perfect teeth out.

“Sure, if they’ll let you,” you slurred, and he gave you a look of understanding, waving the bartender down and ordering something you couldn’t quite make out.

Not long after, the bartender brought the man what looked like a highball, and in front of you, set down a tall glass of ice water with a couple large lemon slices floating near the top. You rolled your eyes and sighed, gripping the straw in your fist and jamming it down against your thigh to pop it out of the paper wrapping before shoving it into the water. You took a large sip, your vision not quite blurry, but not quite clear either, as you watched the water level in the glass go lower and lower.

“Hey, slow down,” the man said, giggling again and patting your shoulder gently. You scowled at him. “Thanks for the water. Cheapskate.”

He burst out laughing, that same warm, innocent sound, and extended his hand towards you. “I’m Intak. You’re welcome for the water.”

You smiled in spite of yourself, and reached out to grip his hand. It was warm and slightly clammy, which you found oddly charming. “I’m y/n. Are you here all alone, Intak?” you asked.

“Sure am,” he replied, and you weren’t sure if you were just drunk and seeing things, but you thought you noticed a hint of sadness in his expression.

“Pretty little thing like you? Be careful, lots of weirdos in a place like this,” you said with a wink, and he threw his head back again laughing, his cheeks flushing slightly as he calmed down and covered his mouth with his hand bashfully. You found yourself wanting to make him laugh again and again. You also found yourself wondering what he sounded like when he cried.

You scowled at your repugnant thoughts and focused your attention back on your water, taking another big sip, the freezing cold citrusy water nearly giving you a brain freeze.

“You okay?” he asked, eyes suddenly wide with concern, brows furrowed together.

“Yeah,” you began, a reluctant smile forming, “just not at my best right now.”

“Well that makes two of us,” he replied, holding his near-empty glass towards you. You clinked your water glass against it a little too hard, and it made a loud, grating sound. “Shit, sorry,” you said, leaning forward and nearly falling out of your stool. You would have fallen if the man, Intak, hadn’t reached out his hands to steady you, hands going immediately to your arms and holding them until you were upright again.

The scent of his masculine cologne lingered, filling your nose with notes of musk and bergamot. You felt dizzy, despite the fact that you were no longer falling out of your stool. You shivered, trying to shake the feeling.

“Cold?” he asked, reaching behind him to grab at his jacket and hold it out to you.

“No,” you scoffed, finding yourself annoyed with his flawless charm. He was probably out trying to find someone to cheat on his girlfriend with, and your stomach turned sour at the thought.

He nodded politely, returning the jacket to the small back of the stool. You looked over at him and softened a little. “No thank you, I meant.”

“You’re fine,” he said, holding his hands up inoffensively and smiling sweetly.

Intak ordered another highball, and your head, slowly but surely, began to clear a little. You used your newfound clarity to try starting an actual conversation with him, and found out that he and his girlfriend had broken up recently. Well, at least according to what he told you. It sounded like the perfect bullshit story to garner pity from girls to get them to go home with him, but for some reason, you didn’t get the feeling he was lying.

“Yeah, my friends don’t know that I’ve been coming here alone, but I just don’t wanna burden them with my drama. Plus, I feel a little pathetic that I’m still not over it, y’know?” he said, taking the last sip of his second highball before ordering another one, this time with gin instead of whiskey.

You nodded, staring into your second empty glass of ice water. You were starting to feel a little too sober, your thoughts getting a little too coherent and threatening to ruin your night, so you ordered yet another drink, this time a scotch, neat, that you were planning on sipping instead of shooting.

“Bathroom,” you said to Intak after placing your order with the bartender, slipping off of your stool and sauntering off to the dingy, poorly-lit restroom, head feeling like it was floating, your feet barely touching the ground. Once inside, the creaky door locked behind you, your head spun as you sat down to relieve yourself. This wasn’t exactly what you’d expected when you’d come here, but you figured you might as well enjoy it.

After flushing the toilet and walking to the stained sink to wash your hands, you stared at yourself in the mirror, your face looking unfamiliar and ghastly, and felt tears prick at the back of your eyes. You splashed some cold water on your face, dulling the heat that had made its home there for the past hour, and headed back out to the bar.

As you entered the main area again and spotted your new friend hunched over the bar staring at his phone, you paused to watch him. You had to lean against the wall in order to keep your balance steady, but you wanted these few moments to yourself. You noticed he had his feet crossed at the ankle and one of his legs was bouncing nervously. You wondered if he was a fidgety person in general. He seemed like it.

You watched as he ran a hand through his hair. And as he turned his head slightly to look at something, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his side profile, you noticed the bags under his eyes. You also noticed the way the corners of his mouth stayed slightly upturned, despite his melancholy expression. For the first time tonight, you realized… how utterly sad he looked.

It was at that moment that you also realized you wanted to take him home.

“Sorry I took so long,” you said as you hopped up onto the barstool, and he shrugged and shook his head. “None of my business, really. No need to be sorry.”

Your chest tightened a little. Maybe you’d misread the vibes he was putting out before.

“I wasn’t shitting or anything, just so you know,” you added, and he burst out in a fit of laughter yet again, nearly falling out of his stool, hand covering his mouth. He held out his hands as the laughing calmed down, but he could barely contain himself.

“Oh my god, you don’t have to explain yourself, I wasn’t getting any ideas, god,” he said, and started giggling again as he sipped his drink.

“You’re funny, y/n,” he said, and this time he was giving you a look that indicated that you weren’t wrong about the vibes he was putting out before. He’d propped his elbow up on the bar and rested a pink cheek on his hand while he looked at you with a goofy, inebriated smile, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Thanks,” you responded. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

He blinked a couple times, eyes widening in surprise and he gave you a shocked smile, then looked away for a moment, then back at you. “With you?”

“Who else would I be talking about, you idiot?” you responded while slamming some cash on the bar, grabbing his hand, and pulling him off the stool and towards the door. Intak giggled while being dragged behind you, your chest flooding with warmth as the both of you stepped into the chill autumn air and ordered a ride to your apartment.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Once inside your dark apartment, you and Intak nearly tripped over each other trying to kick off your shoes in the entryway. You grabbed his hand and yanked him down the dark hallway and into the kitchen, giggling, before turning on the light and letting go of him to open the refrigerator door. You bit your lip thoughtfully as the alcohol still running through your body continued to warm you. You looked at the row of cans lining the door of the fridge.

“Rum and coke?” you asked, whipping your head around to look at Intak, who was standing awkwardly at the edge of the kitchen.

“Sounds great,” he said with a sweet smile, and any remaining reservations you’d had about inviting a strange man to your apartment dissipated. Intak seemed nice. You hoped that your intuition had been right, but ultimately, you didn’t really care all that much. You were just glad he didn’t seem like a creep, at least not so far.

You handed him his drink after you’d made one for each of you, and took a long sip of it, glad to have yet more alcohol entering your body. At this point, you weren’t thinking at all about how you’d feel in the morning, because you knew it was too late — you were going to wake up wishing you were dead, anyway. So you figured you’d better enjoy it.

Looking over at Intak, you were shocked at how beautiful he looked, even in the shitty yellowish overhead lighting of your small kitchen. He lifted the glass to his lips and you stared at his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed the liquid. As he lowered the glass, he caught you staring and walked over to where you were standing, your ass backed up against the counter.

A thick silence descended in the air as he reached over to set his drink on the counter, leaning in close enough that you were once again able to smell his musky cologne. He still had his jacket on. But you didn’t have the chance to think about that much more as he placed his hands on the countertop on either side of you.

And then, he kissed you.

Your head was still slightly spinning, so as you closed your eyes, you had to grab onto the sides of his waist in order to keep yourself steady. His mouth was warm and sweet, and he reeked of alcohol. You slotted your lips against his, and without much warning at all, sucked his lower lip into your mouth. He moaned quietly at the unexpected sensation and brought his large hands up to cup either side of your face. They were warm and soft against your cheeks, and you thought for a brief moment that you wanted them to touch you everywhere.

At that thought, you slipped your hands underneath his shirt and pressed your palms against the smooth skin of his sides, causing him to gasp slightly and smile against your mouth. Lowering your hands to his hips, you pulled him up against you, surprised that he wasn’t already flush against your body, but quickly realized why, feeling the stiff bulge under his jeans press up against you.

Your breath hitched once you felt it and without a further thought, lips still moving against his, you rolled your hips against him while you pulled his hips even harder against yours, eliciting a strangled moan from him. And before you knew it, he was releasing your face to reach down and cup his hands against your ass before lifting you up onto the countertop, shrugging his jacket onto the floor, and untying his scarf, pitching it aside. Your loose pants allowed you to spread your legs easily around his hips as he gripped your waist, deepening the kiss, and starting to become sloppier, his warm tongue licking into your mouth desperately as he started making little noises each time he rolled his hips against your parted legs.

You gasped loudly as he slipped his hand up your shirt to palm at one of your tits, twisting your nipple indelicately before impatiently pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. One hand on your upper back to steady you and the other on your hip, he leaned your body back slightly and bent down to suck wet kisses down the side of your neck before eventually making it to your nipple, tongue lapping against the hardened bud as you whined from the sensation, the pleasure shooting straight to your throbbing pussy.

When you’d started nearly rutting against him, the stimulation nearly overwhelming you, he reached his hands under your ass yet again and picked you up. You immediately hooked your legs around his low back and wrapped your arms around him as he carried you easily into the living room, the only dim lighting coming from whatever was leaking in from the kitchen.

As he carried you, you laid your head on his shoulder, face hidden in the crook of his neck, and it began…

The tears.

You knew he must not have noticed it at first. Didn’t notice the way your face was wet against his neck, and probably thought the first sob was simply a drunken hiccup, but once Intak made his way to the couch and sat down with your body still wrapped around his — that was when he seemed to realize something was wrong.

He slid his warm hands soothingly across your bare back and kissed your cheek, trying to get you to look at him, but you stubbornly stayed put, face pressed firmly into the junction where his neck and shoulder met, tears flowing freely, eyes closed.

Once he felt the first sign of resistance, you could sense his muscles tense beneath you.

“Y/n? Hey, are you okay?” he said, voice tense with worry. You didn’t want to answer, but figured you needed to, considering at this point, he was probably worried he’d done something wrong.

“Yeah,” you mumbled wetly into his skin, sniffling loudly before another quiet sob shook your body gently.

“Oh my god, hey, hey,” he said, voice softening and a hand coming up automatically to pet your head gently, which made it even worse, the tears coming faster than ever. “You’re scaring me, was it something I did?” he asked, and you shook your head adamantly.

“Okay, okay,” he said, sounding borderline frantic. “Is there something I can do?”

You shook your head again, persistently keeping your face against him.

“Do you want to stay like this?” he finally asked, and you nodded your head, fresh tears pouring out of your eyes despite the fact that they were closed, quiet sobs sending tremors through your body. The entire time, Intak held you close, one arm wrapped around your lower back while running his other hand through your hair.

Even in your drunken stupor, you were mortified at your behavior. You could feel the way his dick had softened underneath you almost immediately, and you wanted to die. Like, really, truly, die. If he’d snapped your neck right then, you would have haunted him just to be able to come back and thank him.

After your sobs had slowed down and you’d gotten the chance to catch your breath, everything started to come back into focus and you realized, much too late, that maybe, you just weren’t ready for this yet. After everything that had happened… it had been too much too soon.

You peeled your face away from his shoulder and grimaced at the huge damp spot that you’d left, made of tears mixed with snot and probably some saliva as well. You couldn’t make eye contact with Intak, but he reached a hand up to cup your cheek and guide your face to look at him.

Your embarrassment was blunted by what you saw there — his big, deep brown eyes, full of pity, concern, and warmth. He was frowning and looked legitimately concerned. You almost wished that he’d been annoyed, that you could just get rid of him, but…

“Do you want me to go?” he asked, reaching his other hand up to your face in an attempt to wipe off the mess of tears.

“You don’t have to stay. It’s fine,” you said, removing his hands and putting them at his sides, trying to maintain some shred of your dignity.

“That’s not what I asked. I’m staying unless you ask me to leave, okay?” he said and you scoffed, voice still wet, and averted your eyes, wiping your nose with your bare arm.

Your shirt was still off, tits on full display, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at this point. Your pride was already long gone.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, “this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I brought you home.”

“It’s okay,” Intak responded sincerely, not an ounce of disappointment in his voice, and you found yourself a little angry once again. Why couldn’t he have just been normal and pushed you off of him, then walked out the door, never to be heard from again? That would have been a little more along the lines of what you were used to, anyway. But here he was, his perfect obnoxious self: perfect skin, hair, eyes, teeth, body, and now he was perfectly sweet as well? Fuck off, you thought to yourself.

“What?” Intak replied, a hurt expression coloring his features, and you realized you hadn’t thought it to yourself, but had said it out loud, and for the first time tonight, you felt truly embarrassed, a shameful heat brightening your cheeks.

“Sorry, just talking to myself I think. Still drunk,” you muttered, and leaned forward again to press your body up against his and bury your face in his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he replied quietly. “Do you want me to go grab your shirt?”

“No,” you pouted, “don’t wanna move.”

At that, he pushed you away slightly so that you were sitting up again, and pulled his loose white t-shirt over his head before pulling it down over yours, helping you get your arms through the short sleeves. The shirt was soft and warm from his body heat, and it smelled like him. You found yourself shamelessly looking down to take in his slender but softly sculpted form, his tan skin, the soft swell of his pecs, his nipples dark and slowly hardening against the cool air of your apartment.

“It’s rude to stare,” he teased, snapping you out of your trance with a pinch to your arm, and you laughed, actually laughed, for the first time in a while.

You rested your head on his bare shoulder again, folding your arms in front of you against his chest while he wrapped his arms around your back.

“Sorry. Thanks,” you mumbled.

“You’re welcome, and don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I’m sorry for whatever it is that’s going on.”

You didn’t accept his veiled invitation to open up, and he seemed fine with that, sighing softly against your hair.

“Bed?” he asked quietly after you stayed like this with him for a while, his energetic voice finally starting to sound sleepy.

“Mm,” you affirmed quietly, and he picked you up yet again and started carrying you down the dark hallway before he realized he didn’t know where he was going.

You giggled into his shoulder. “It’s the one on the right.”

He opened the door and shut it gently behind both of you before setting you down on the unmade bed. You took your pants off unceremoniously and crawled under the covers as he turned to walk out.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” you asked, voice coming out a little more desperate than you’d meant.

“Restroom. I’ll be right back,” he said, giving you another one of his sweet smiles before walking out.

You’d almost drifted off to sleep when he came back in and slipped his pants off, the warmth of his body enveloping you as he crawled under the comforter with you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

Before long, sleep took you both.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke up at some point in the night, disoriented, with the moon as the only light source, shining eerily through your window.

You were still fairly buzzed, your decisions from the evening starting to take root as a series of aches along your temples. You were just thankful that the nausea hadn’t come yet.

Intak was exactly where he’d been when he fell asleep behind you, bare chest pressed up against you, a single arm wrapped around your waist, but you soon realized why you’d woken up in the middle of the night.

He was beginning to stir subtly, an undeniable firmness pressing up against your ass, and his breathing was coming out shaky, disturbed, and restless.

You responded by arching your back to press your hips up against him, and he reacted by breathing out a strangled sigh, gently rutting his erection against you, and you smiled into the darkness before reaching back to touch him.

You could feel that he was already leaking and so, so needy, and you strained your arm behind you to wrap around his length over his boxer briefs, in an attempt to stroke him.

You heard him take a deep breath in through his nose and then gasp as he started to awaken. He groaned as the arm he'd draped along your waist shifted, his hand traveling downwards to your groin before he started rubbing you over your underwear.

After several moments of rubbing you with his hand, he dragged his middle finger across your middle, the pressure causing your wetness to start soaking through the thin fabric. You whimpered as he pulled away momentarily and shoved his hand underneath the fabric, fingers spreading you apart to find your clit and start rubbing wet circles against it, meanwhile gently thrusting his painfully hard dick into your firm grip.

Before you knew it, amidst a tangle of sleepy limbs, the both of you struggling in the dark under the covers, Intak was hovering over you and lining his leaking dick up against you, swollen head rubbing up and down along the folds of your opening and your sensitive clit, his wetness mixing with yours before he slowly eased himself inside.

Without a word he relaxed his weight onto you — not so much that he was crushing you, but just enough to ground you underneath him — and began a slow, steady pace of gentle thrusts as you reached up to rest your hands on his upper back. You spread your legs to allow him deeper access and eventually opted to hook your legs around his low back.

You were still wearing his shirt, and it started to dampen with sweat from both of you. It was suffocating, the way his naked body pressed against yours, his face resting in the crook of your neck, breath coming out hot against your skin while he fucked you, both of you still enveloped under the safe and comfortable warmth of the blankets.

It wasn’t amazing, but it certainly wasn’t bad either — his dick was just the right size, big enough to cause a pleasurable stretch, but not so big it hurt. Not short, but not so long he hit your cervix either.

His labored breathing slowly changed to quiet moans, a sound that sent pleasure right to your clit and had you clenching gently around him. A strangled moan left him and he slowed down his movements.

“I’m close,” he whispered into your neck.

“Okay,” you whispered back, and began to roll your hips up into him to help him find his release. And it came even sooner than you expected, the man’s hips stuttering to a halt with a quiet series of desperate whimpers.

He stilled for long enough to soften halfway before pulling out of you, and you could feel his cum leaking out of you. You’d have to pick up a Plan B from the drugstore in the morning.

“There’s rags in the bathroom across the hall,” you said quietly and he kissed your head before getting out of bed and exiting to clean up, coming back after just a few moments with a warm washcloth for you. You cleaned yourself up silently while he put his underwear back on and crawled back into bed.

“Want me to take care of you?” he asked, resting a hand on your stomach and leaning over to kiss the side of your forehead.

“I’m good, thank you though,” you said with a wan smile, and curled up next to him, head against the warm swell of his chest, your arm wrapped around his soft stomach. He wrapped an arm around your back and kissed your head, and the intimacy of it made your stomach turn slightly, but you tried not to resist it.

Sure, you might wake up to a nightmare of a situationship, but for now, this had been everything you needed. So you decided to let tomorrow handle whatever trouble may come, and allowed the relaxing rhythm of Intak’s breathing lull you to sleep.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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