sweetcrazyluvie

[sweetcrazyluvie]

full time buzz | sjn

johnny x fem!reader -> strangers to lovers ft. cousin hyuck

summary: you’re a stoner weed enthusiast who's been dealing with bad luck in both your work and love life. insert johnny, an upcoming dispensary owner who knows nothing about weed and is too attractive for his own good, and maybe you’ve found the solution to both of those problems.

wc: 13.3k 18+ mdni

cw: FLUFF, smut, slight angst, non-idol!au, boss!johnny, weed/alcohol use, sex under the infuence, unprotected pinv sex (wrap it up!), soft/dom-ish big dick johnny, oral (receiving), fingering, slight manhandling (johnny’s a strong guy), dirty talk, breeding, multiple positions, overstimulation, scene of harassment/unwanted flirting (not johnny), not the most accurate depiction of a business/dispensary, pet names: baby, sugar, princess

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you check your bank account for what feels like the 10th time in the past 2 hours, letting out a deep sigh at the thought of your savings dwindling down to nothing.

the laptop opened in front of you as you sit at your favorite cafe has too many tabs open, each one with a different job listing.

you were laid off 2 months ago and the thought of being let go still stings. sure, it wasn’t an easy job, but you called it home for years. you couldn’t help that the company was in the red, and while you aren’t in the red yet, you know you need a job soon.

you shut your laptop, deciding that being at the cafe isn’t as productive as you’d hoped it would be. what sounds better?

your living room couch and a blunt.

yeah, that’ll do it. that, or getting laid, and when was the last time that happened? you open a dating app on your phone at the thought, though you haven’t had much luck with matches on the web.

you exit the cafe as you scroll, replacing anxious thoughts of unemployment with thoughts of what type of flower you’ll be indulging in that night. you just picked up a pack of sativa pre-rolls earlier that week, and that’s sounding like the answer to your life’s problems at the moment.

before you can take any more steps past the building, pops of color on the cafe’s brick walls grab your attention. there are a few flyers posted, and as you scan them, one in particular stands out.

in bright green, the flyer clearly reads “weed expert needed,” along with a contact number and an address. while you wouldn’t call yourself an expert, you’ve smoked long and often enough to know quite a bit. most of your friends back in your college days were stoners, and it’s stuck with you through the years.

you look up the address, and its map listing shows a shop under the name “NCTeaHouse.” a bit confused, you double check. what could a teahouse need a weed expert for?

you close the dating app and quickly snap a picture of the flyer, dialing the number as you begin your walk home. half of you is calling out of the pure desperation for a job, but the other half is pure curiosity at the listing.

it rings a few times until a man picks up.

“NCTeaHouse. this is johnny speaking, how can i help you?” a smooth, polite voice rings through the speakers.

“hi, i’m calling about your flyer? about needing, um.. a weed expert?” you reply with uncertainty. “johnny” responds with a gasp.

“you’re interested in the job? that’s great!! can you meet at the address on the flyer? i’m here ‘til 7 and can tell you everything you need to know!” he explains excitedly.

you almost jump at the invitation, but you pause, realizing this is so different from your previous professional interactions. maybe corporate life has molded your expectations of an interview process, but better safe than sorry.

“would it be okay to meet tomorrow? some time during the morning or afternoon if you have any availability,” you request. you can sleep on it and make sure you aren’t getting scammed.

“yeah, that’s totally fine. is noon okay? i’ll have the shop closed for lunch,” he suggests.

you agree and say your goodbyes. as you head home, thoughts of your unemployment era coming to an end add an extra spring to your step.

the next day, you find yourself at the steps of a building that could pass as a house if you weren’t paying attention, having confirmed that NCTeaHouse is indeed a legitimate business after a few google searches, though most of the reviews mentioned an employee named “donghyuck,” not johnny.

the exterior of the building is very minimal but aesthetic, with vines running alongside the house’s entrance. you open the door, and the gentle chime of a bell alerts a man crouched behind the front counter.

as he stands to his full height, it takes everything in you to keep your jaw from dropping.

this man is *gorgeous—*easily over 6 feet with a short shaggy haircut, cheekbones that look sculpted by aphrodite herself, and tattoos on his arms exposed by his white tank top. he looks a bit older, but not by much.

“are you __?” his familiar voice snaps out of your admiration as you match the person you met over the phone to his physical self, composing yourself quickly despite your embarrassment at blatantly checking him out. if he noticed, he shows no sign of it, approaching with a friendly smile.

“nice to meet you in person, i’m johnny.” he reaches out a hand. “though you probably were expecting me.”

you politely give your own introduction, meeting his hand with your own in a firm handshake. it’s hard not to notice the way his hand almost completely envelops your own.

“there are some seats behind the counter, can you sit tight over there while i close up?” he asks.

“of course, take your time.” you walk over to the counter, taking in the store around you. it’s tiny, but warmly decorated, browns and earth tones dominating the space. you notice that the shelves and few displays in the middle of the shop are pretty empty, with only a few boxes here and there.

you take a seat and johnny joins you shortly after, pulling on a white button up over his tank top. you thank the universe for that, knowing it would have taken everything in you to keep your eyes from drifting having those tattoos up close.

though you wouldn’t mind seeing more of them after securing the job.

you internally slap yourself at the thought. stay. professional. even if your potential employer may be the most attractive man you’ve ever met, you can’t fumble now—not with your bank account flashing through your mind.

you may be bitchless and jobless, but this interview is to change only one of those things. the mental gymnastics do nothing for the tension in your body, nerves flaring at the need to impress and secure the job.

“so.. you’re a weed expert?” he asks. his eyes are locked on you and his gaze makes you feel so small. you practiced a bit last night for the interview, and you do your best to shake off your nerves and put that practice into work.

“i definitely know a good amount, and i’m very adaptable, so i can fill any knowledge gaps quickly,” you explain, pairing your rehearsed lines with your best professional tone.

his focused gaze immediately softens. “good, because i know nothing about that stuff,” he sighs in relief.

“huh?” your mouth drops slightly in shock, but you close it immediately.

it hits you then that you were so focused on getting a job, you don’t even know what exactly this job entails. johnny seems to take notice of your complete bewilderment, and realizes where he went wrong.

“oh!” he gasps, palm flying to his forehead. "yeah, that’s right. i should’ve started from the beginning, i got too excited.. my bad!” the laugh he lets out at himself is very endearing—it’s light and you can hear every individual “haha.” somehow, it calms your nerves despite the confusion.

“so welcome to NCTeaHouse,” he gestures around. “we sell coffee and tea mostly, but i decided i wanted to start a new business venture. do you ever buy from dispensaries?” he asks, and you think for a second.

the nearest one is an hour drive, so you really only go if you’re in the area. is it better to lie and say you’re a regular? it’s really been a while since you have, and you figure it’s better to tell the truth.

“there aren’t really any out here, so just occasionally if i’m out by one,” you explain. instead of the disappointed reaction you half-expected, his face lights up even more.

“exactly!” johnny exclaims, bringing his fist down on his lap lightly. “originally this shop stood for Neo Culture TeaHouse, but that ‘C’ is changing to cannabis from now on.”

putting aside the questionable original name, you think it’s a bit cheesy, but his genuine excitement is contagious.

“i’m planning to turn this place into a dispensary. try and make it a bit more accessible, you know?” he explains further, but catches himself.

“oh, but not to step on anyone’s toes—my cousin’s a plug and he says there aren’t as many out here as there used to be, so just as another option,” he explains.

his enthusiasm is a pleasant surprise, and you nod in understanding. it would be very convenient to have a dispensary around here, knowing that if your usual plug wasn’t around, you wouldn’t have to search for another trustworthy source.

“i’ve already worked out all the legal stuff, got the permits and suppliers all ready.” he continues.

“only thing is: i’m not really into weed, not that i don’t like it obviously. i just don’t have much experience with it—or tolerance. i’m more of nicotine guy unfortunately,” he slides a pack of cigarettes from his pocket slightly for emphasis before pushing it back in.

you suppress a giggle at that, but a smile lights your face. johnny’s eyes crinkle at your amused expression. “so that’s where you come in. i need someone to explain and advertise these products to our customers.”

you finally understand what he’s looking for, but you do have one question. “if you don’t mind me asking, didn’t you say your cousin was a plug? wouldn’t he also help?” you ask, and he shakes his head in response, letting out a sigh.

“that little shit got a girlfriend and refuses to work here any more than once or twice a week now, so the days without him i’m at a loss,” he sighs. “oops, ‘scuse my language,” he lets out his pretty laugh again, and you think you really could get used to the sound of it.

“so it’s pretty much just getting this place up and running with you?” you clarify, and he nods. honestly thinking about it, this is pretty ideal as it’s flexible enough to give you time to continue looking for a more long-term job.

“yeah, you and me. a team,” he smiles, and there’s something about the way he motions between the two of you that makes your heart flutter.

“oh, and for the pay, let me know if this works.” he hands you a paper, and as you rake over its contents, your eyes shoot open at what he’s offering. it’s your bank account that’s fluttering now.

“wait, really?” you ask incredulously. the starting pay is a notch above your previous salary, which you only reached after some years of experience with your old company.

he takes back the paper from you to see if he mistyped anything. “yeah? does it work for you?” he confirms.

it feels too good to be true, but who are you to not take an opportunity that’s fallen into your lap?

“if everything looks ok there, just initial in the box on the left and sign at the bottom,” he instructs. you take one last look—the terms are simple enough with no fine print.

you’re happy to sign, relieved at finally escaping unemployment with barely a hit to your salary and in something you might actually enjoy. you love weed, and you’d be more than happy making a living off a store that sells it. it has nothing to do with the shop’s eye candy of an owner.

"so when do i start?” you ask.

“well, the shipments start soon, can you come by friday? we can start planning out the store.” he reaches his hand out to shake yours once again, and you meet him eagerly.

“i’ll be here!”

friday can not come quick enough, and you arrive at the store, buzzing with ideas from the past few days of time off since the interview. you find yourself even more excited for the job than you were when you first met him.

the bell chimes as you walk in, seeing johnny inspecting some products in a cardboard box.

“good morning! how’d you sleep?” he asks cheerfully, placing down the products in his hands.

“pretty okay, and you?” you ask, noting he has slight bags under his eyes, especially apparent under the store’s lights.

“honestly, not too well. i can always nap later today, so let��s get it started!” there’s no hint of the tiredness showing on his face in his words, and johnny gives you the rundown.

he explains how the store is set to have its grand opening by the end of the following month, and it just needs some restructuring and advertisement. his cousin, who he affectionately calls “hyuck,” and his girl said they’d help with the advertising, so you and johnny will be in charge of the store logistics.

you nod in understanding as the two of you start to unpack the items from the cardboard boxes. “do you have any ideas for how we should set up the store? i was thinking of maybe just separating by brand?” he suggests. “i know some other spots do it like that.”

while that could be a good idea, your excitement jumps out as your ideas race to the front of your mind. “wait, i think i have a good vision for what might work better.”

johnny grins. “that’s what i like to hear…” his sentence trails off in a tired yawn. “shit, sorry. want some coffee first?”

he looks like he needs it. the fatigue you can clearly see on him is breaking through his lively demeanor, and you think you’d do well with some caffeine in your system as well. your excitement can wait a little. “i’d appreciate it.”

he beckons you to the back room, and you find that like the rest of the store, this room is also warmly decorated, simple with 2 couch chairs, a table with a coffee maker, and a tiny fridge with a small burner on top.

“take a seat, make yourself at home.” he starts to prepare his coffee as you choose one of the couch chairs to sit on. your old workplace used to house such a fast paced environment, so this slow start to your work day is definitely something new, yet more than welcome.

“want some sugar, sugar?” johnny asks jokingly, pouring the steaming liquid into two mugs. your eyes dart to him in shock, not at all expecting the affectionate name, and immediately he backtracks.

“sorry, too much?” his brows furrow in concern. “my buddies say i can be overly friendly, so please let me know if i ever overstep.”

being called “sugar,” of all things, by a handsome man shouldn’t have this much of an effect on you, but you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach. are you that affection-deprived?

maybe, but you’re learning that johnny might be dangerously as beautiful on the inside as the outside, adding self-awareness and consideration to his growing list of qualities. you decide the best way you can mask your inner turmoil is humor.

“just a little,” you reply, and he opens his mouth to apologize, but you cut in right away. “a little sugar, that is,” you grin, trying to match his earlier joking tone, and his brows relax at your reciprocation. “you’re good,” you assure.

the concern leaves his face entirely, nodding as a soft smile takes its place. you watch as he adds a bit of sugar into your cup and he slides it over before taking a long sip from his own, no sugar added. he sighs in satisfaction as you take a sip from yours as well, blowing lightly to cool it a bit.

“just the right amount, thank you, boss,” you sigh out, letting the hot coffee shake the last bit of sleep from you. he shoots you a glare.

“i am good at things like that, but never call me that again, it makes me feel old,” he jokes again with a playful pout. the laugh that leaves you at that is a hearty one from your stomach.

you don’t recall ever joking like this with anyone you worked with before, but for some reason it feels so comfortable to banter with johnny from the get-go.

“anyways, so what’s this layout you’ve got in mind?” he asks, finally settled with caffeine in his system.

immediately you fill with the excitement you walked in with and jump right away into your vision, explaining how you want to line the shelves not just by brand but by intention.

first timers? sample packs and beginner-friendly pens.

night out with the friends? sativa pre-rolls and maybe some infused drinks.

trouble with sleeping or anxiety? a good spread of indica gummies and maybe some herbal teas, just to tie it back to the store’s roots.

johnny must think he’s struck gold. at least that’s what you think with how his eyes sparkle at your suggestions, mouth open in awe at the thought you’ve put into this store. he nods along, simply listening to what you have to say.

it’s a pleasant feeling—to have his undivided attention, never once losing the focus he holds on you.

“i had some time since that interview day, and i don’t know—i guess i was thinking of what i’d like to see if i were in a dispensary.”

you go onto explain how people always tend to stick to one brand (something which you are also guilty of), but doing it like this could make it easier for newbies and a little fun for seasoned stoners who want to try something new.

once you reach the end of your rambling, you peer over to see johnny’s reaction.

immediately you’re startled by him shooting up to his feet, clapping his hands loudly with a wide smile on his face. you shy at his reaction, slightly embarrassed yet humored by his theatrics.

“you deserve a standing ovation for that one, really.” he settles back into the seat, chuckling at his own antics. “you’re amazing.. i’m honestly touched you put so much thought into all of this,” he praises endlessly.

“i’m good at what i do, what can i say?” you joke, once again hiding the feelings warming in your chest at the genuine appreciation. he laughs again, and you know for sure now you’d like to get used to the sound of it.

“you are. i can’t believe how lucky i got,” he muses, smiling warmly. “after we map some stuff out, want to get some lunch? on me of course—least i can do for the brain of our store,” johnny offers, patting you on the shoulder.

our store—the phrase lingers in your mind. you’re taken with the way that sounds and his friendly gestures that accompany it, the feeling of his affectionate pats lingering.

you think it might not be bad at all to spend some more time with him, even if you’re already spending the whole day. plus, you’d never turn down free food.

he’s definitely lucky to have hired you, but you find that the luck goes both ways as you fall into each other’s routines, both in and out of the store.

to say you’re enjoying your new job is an understatement. with preparations moving ahead of schedule, you brought up the idea of a soft opening to get some money flowing into the store and hopefully, a following for the grand opening. johnny agreed, and now you’re open 4 days a week with limited stock until the big day.

though it’s slow, it’s helped you and johnny work out the store operations, with everything working just as you both had planned, you helping explain and making suggestions to the customers and johnny doing quite literally everything else, while also listening in on your customer script.

johnny doesn’t treat you like you’re his employee—he respects your opinions and listens carefully before offering his own input. just as he’s made you comfortable, you find that your patrons also seem to feel the same way, with many comments praising the store’s relaxed and welcoming vibes.

time has passed by quickly, and you eventually find yourself only a few days from the grand opening. you feel pretty good about all of it, however, and you head home for the day, tired but satisfied with your work. you walk back into your apartment, taking in the stillness and sounds of only your footsteps.

you can’t help but let out a sigh at the solitude.

when was the last time you had someone to come back to, if ever? now that your problem of unemployment has disappeared, you’re faced with another problem—your love life.

you pull your pen out of your bag, taking a long hit before settling in. you already feel the tension dissipating in your body, but you can’t help the way your mind drifts.

you hadn’t had much time to think about it when you first started at the store, but now that you’ve settled into a routine, you can’t deny that it is a bit lonely.

your friends are either in other cities or busy with their own jobs and social spheres, and you’ve never had much luck in the love department. the last person you were seeing ended up being a total douchebag, and you just don’t know if you have it in you for random one-night stands after a few unsuccessful bouts.

you don’t want something temporary, either—you want to feel secure and taken care of.

there is someone who checks all of those boxes, coming in the form of a 6’2” man with the silliest jokes and the sweetest smile you see almost every day, but you quickly try to rid yourself of those thoughts.

you can’t lie to yourself—johnny is attractive, inside and out. these thoughts have invaded your head constantly since the day you met. it doesn’t help that, like he said, he’s very friendly, and the more time you spend with him, the more you see how good of a person he is.

you’ve never felt any sort of discomfort from him.

there’s only lingering warmth when he lays a gentle hand on your lower back when passing behind you, butterflies in your stomach every time his hand hovers by your head when you bend down making sure you won’t hit anything on the way back up, tears in your eyes and a sore stomach from every joke or random bit he’ll be on.

as you take a few more hits, your memories replay all the moments you’ve had with him before falling to the week before on a particularly slow day. most of your customers were pleasant or blunt, but none of them had given you a hard time until that day.

you and johnny had been restructuring your displays when he got a notification on his phone. he pulled it up only to gasp, and you looked at him curiously.

“shit, i forgot i have to pick up those banners today,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair. with the grand opening coming, johnny had been a little more stressed than usual, and it was unlike him to be forgetful when it came to this stuff.

“it’s super slow right now, i can watch the store while you go pick it up,” you offered. since the store was only open a few days a week, johnny was always there, so you’d never been by yourself. it would just be an hour or two though, so you reasoned it would be fine.

johnny looked a bit conflicted, looking out the window and checking the time on his phone. “well, it’s still sun out and i won’t take too long.. i’ll go super quick, if that’s okay with you?” he questioned sincerely.

you laughed at his concern, but appreciated it nonetheless. “i’ll be fine, johnny, take your time,” you assured.

he patted you on the shoulder affectionately, a habit you’d grown accustomed to in your time with the store. “you’re the best, really,” he cooed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a brief hug.

“call me for anything!” he called out while rushing out the door, leaving you to reflect on just how comfortable the two of you had become.

you knew he was friendly, but was he that friendly with everyone? if so, how does he not have a line of people falling deeply in love with him? maybe he does.

not that you were in love with him, of course. you scrolled on your phone trying to distract from those thoughts, as if your body wasn’t trying to remember the way his arm felt around your frame.

luckily, a chime at the door signaled a customer, aka the perfect distraction. he was tall, but not as tall as johnny, and pretty friendly looking.

he browsed the shelves before coming to you sporting a warm smile. “hi, do you guys have any triple y batteries?” he asked, pulling out what you assume is his old pen. you recognized the brand and happily pulled one for him, ringing him up after recommending a few more products.

you could feel his gaze on you as you entered the products into your register, but you continued on, trying not to read too much into it.

“hey, i think i need one more thing,” he cleared his throat as you looked up at him.

“sure, what is it?” you asked, unsure why there was a feeling of discomfort rising in the back of your neck. he smirked, a completely different look from his earlier friendly countenance, and leaned onto the counter.

“your number.”

oh.

see, you were looking for love, but something about him reminded you of all the assholes you had the misfortune of being entangled with in the past.

you couldn’t help that you were always in johnny’s presence, making most other men look like mosquitos, but the feeling of ick from this customer told you that it’s definitely your intuition trying to tell you something.

“um, i’m married..” you quickly lied. you’re still not sure why marriage was the first lie to come to mind, but you always assumed it was more effective than just saying you were in a relationship.

you were on autopilot, hands moving quickly to get his final total added up so he can get the hell out of there. he seemed to understand and handed you a couple bills after you told him his total.

once you reached out to hand him his change, you gasped as a rough hand grabbed yours, the bills falling to the floor.

“hey, that tall guy who’s usually here, that’s him, right? your husband?” he questioned, and you froze, entirely lost at what was happening. “he doesn’t have to know.”

feelings of dread ran through you at this point, wondering why now of all times you had to be by yourself and wanting nothing more than to slap him across the face. “i’m not interested, okay? you need to le-”

“can i help you?” a deep voice rang out in the store. in your exchange, you did not notice johnny slip back in, but you could’ve cried in relief at his timing. he stood tall, looking down at the customer with a nasty glare. he looked extra intimidating in all black, tattoos peeking out from his shirt.

immediately the man clammed up at the sight of johnny towering over him, letting your hand go as he grabbed his goods.

“no, it’s n-nothing, sir! just on my way out,” he exclaimed, trying to rush past your aggravated boss. johnny looked like he wanted to say something to him, but instead turned his attention fully to you as the guy dashed out the door, his change still scattered on the floor around you.

he moved swiftly and locked the storefront, changing the sign to “closed” before meeting you behind the counter. “hey, are you okay? what happened?” he asked worriedly.

“i’m fine.. just a guy who couldn’t take no for an answer,” you grumbled, still trying to shake the icky feeling from your being.

“…fucking bastard,” johnny muttered under his breath, pulling you into a tight hug. you’d hugged before maybe a handful of times, but always the brief hugs like you shared earlier.

it was a new feeling and being wrapped in his warm arms made any grossness vanish in an instant.

“i’m so sorry, i should’ve just taken you with me…” he apologized, voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and anger. though shocked by the embrace at first, you ended up wrapping your arms around him, too, taking in his warm, musky scent with the slightest hint of cigarette.

“it’s okay, i had it handled,” you mused, trying to diffuse the situation, yet you couldn’t deny it was terrifying in the moment. “you came at the perfect time.. and at least he bought a bunch of stuff,” you continued to joke, but his arms just tightened around you.

“i’m never leaving you in the store by yourself again. i’d rather not get any sales than get some from creeps like that,” johnny declared. “you don’t have to worry about anything, i’ll kick his fucking ass if i ever see him again.”

his uncharacteristic aggression was very sweet, and it all dispelled any worries about that customer. any repulsive feelings were completely overtaken by the fluttering in your insides.

it was no help to your already questionable state when it came to where your affections lie, and it’s still no help remembering it even now. in fact, the feelings are only amplified.

you’ve always been pretty independent, but there’s no denying the warmth that comes with johnny’s care. that creep misunderstood your lie, but you can’t help but wonder—do the two of you look like a married couple?

you never really thought of marriage as a priority in your life, but with a husband like johnny, maybe it doesn’t sound so bad. responsible, financially stable, funny, and a sight for sore eyes—he’s everything.

oh, you’re more down bad than you thought. it was bad enough how much you thought about dating him, but jumping straight to marriage? a wave of embarrassment washes over you as if you have an audience for your thoughts.

if you had met him under other circumstances, maybe you’d try to pursue something, but at the end of the day, he’s your boss.

you try to clear your head with a few more hits and a long, hot shower, changing into your night clothes and settling into bed before pulling out your phone. you open up a dating app on your phone, untouched since the day you called johnny for the first time.

you browse through a few people, at this point mildly high, mindlessly matching with a couple of them with no expectation of actually carrying out a conversation.

as you swipe past a few, a familiar face stops you dead in your tracks, and your mouth drops as you start to scroll through the profile to make sure it’s not somehow a weed-induced hallucination.

john - 29 - casual

there’s no mistaking it—your daydreaming must have brought you to johnny’s dating profile. he’s on the apps, looking for something. and he’s looking, alright.

all the pictures he has are mouthwatering, and as you reach the last one on his profile, a picture slightly showing off his tattoos, you’re reminded of how you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them when you first met. you catch yourself unconsciously staring when he has them out to this day.

you know you shouldn’t, but you adjust to try and zoom in on the photo with the tattoos. everything seems to move in slow motion as you feel your hand cramp, panicking as your phone slips. you fumble to catch it before you can feel its impact flat on your face.

you catch it, but at what cost? a change on your screen shows that a selection has been accidentally made in the panic. your heart drops, and johnny’s profile disappears as a notification takes its place.

like sent.

the next time you head into work happens to fall on the day before the grand opening, and nerves run through your system at the thought of seeing johnny.

you don’t think you’ve ever moved faster than you did when you deleted the app after your blunder, and you can only hope that johnny didn’t see the notification before you did so.

when you arrive at the store, you peer inside, noting that the lights are off. you double check your messages. you had agreed on 9 a.m. as the start time, and there was never a day he wasn’t there before you.

your nerves turn into worry as you call him to check in, each round of ringing adding to the concern.

“hello?” he finally picks up, sounding like he’s just waking up. you sigh in relief.

“johnny, are you okay?”

“oh shit. fuck. sorry i’m coming right now..” his voice is hoarse and low, and he hangs up before you even respond. you were not expecting to hear his deep morning voice, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t welcome.

you raise your hands to your face, rubbing lightly at your eyes as you are again attacked by the embarrassment of the dating app slip up.

all of a sudden, the lights flash on in the store, startling you, and johnny bursts through the door, hair sticking out in all different directions. he’s dressed comfortably in a sweatpants and hoodie set, and you know for a fact he just woke up.

“sorry, i had such a late night last night, i slept through all my alarms,” he sighs. you chuckle, shaking your head at a rare instance of seeing the clumsy side of such a seemingly perfect man.

however, you can’t help but remember your discovery from the night before, wondering what he might’ve been doing the night before. or who.

“no worries, we’ve all been there,” you assure, jealousy taking the place of embarrassment bit by bit. with another look at his haggard state, though, you calm yourself.

he hasn’t said anything about the sent like, so maybe he didn’t see it. maybe he’s not even active on that app with how busy things are at the store.

you can only hope so. you shift gears, turning your attention to the store.

you take a look around at the the once sparse shelves, now fully stocked and ready. johnny’s silent, and you can see that he’s a little zoned out.

“johnny?” you call out, startling him from his daze.

“oh, uh. sorry, i’m still waking up,” he says sheepishly. taking in his signs of exhaustion, any thoughts of the night before return to concern over his condition.

“coffee?” you offer, knowing that he definitely hasn’t had his daily dose.

“yeah! i’ll make some..” he starts as the two of you make your way to the back room, but you stop him.

“you sit down, i’ve got it,” you insist, knowing your way around the store and all its amenities now like the back of your hand. johnny’s too exhausted to even try to stop you, and he plops down on a chair, running his hands through his hair.

you peek at him from the corner of your eye. you’ve never seen him in this state, and it seems to go beyond just physical fatigue. you quickly brew 2 cups of coffee, adding a little sugar into yours and leaving his black before setting them down by him.

“everything okay?” you ask, taking the seat next to him as you always do, the seat starting to feel like it belongs to you. he receives the coffee gratefully and takes a careful sip before responding.

“yeah, thanks for asking..” johnny sighs, running a hand to smooth his mussed hair. he takes another sip of his coffee, seeming to be in an internal debate. “well, kind of.”

“kind of?” you ask, concern only growing at his abnormal silence. there’s definitely more than what meets the eye, but you don’t want to push, seeing him so conflicted. you just wait, letting the silence settle until he’s ready to break it.

“is it okay if i dump a bit?” he asks, eyes unmoving from his mug. there really is something going on with him.

“of course,” you urge him on. “anything you want.” his gaze moves to meet yours, and in this lighting you can see how bloodshot his tired eyes are.

“to be honest, i couldn’t sleep last night because i was feeling a bit anxious for tomorrow..” he thinks a bit more before continuing. “i think this is my first time doing something where i’m not 100% it will succeed.” he looks down at his hands, interlocking his fingers.

“what do you mean by that?” you ask.

“well, not to sound like a prick, but i feel like i’ve always been so sure of myself.” he chuckles heartlessly to himself, shaking his head as he continues. “i always had something else as a backup, even when this store was just a tea house. was in a pretty good position at a big company.”

you nod wordlessly, giving him the space to continue.

“i remember the very first time i got high, it was so fun. i felt like everything was lifted off my shoulders,” he explains.

“i jumped on this idea when hyuck came back from a dispensary one day, but sometimes i feel a bit stupid for dropping everything and pushing this whole dispensary thing when i can barely handle an edible,” he puts his face in his hands, muttering to himself.

you ponder a bit on his feelings, wondering what the right thing to say would be. you can’t say you’ve been in the same boat, but you can see the pressure he puts on himself to succeed despite his relaxed demeanor and quiet confidence.

you may not know the right thing to say, but you hope you can cheer him on even just a bit.

“well, for starters, you aren’t stupid,” you assert. he lifts his head from his hands and meets your eyes. “and i think it’s good to feel all the uncertainty.”

“good?” he looks genuinely confused, but you continue.

“yeah, i guess that just means that one—you’re putting work into something important for you, and two—you’re challenging yourself to do something new. that’s really admirable, johnny.” your honest thoughts spill out, and his face goes from shocked to bashful.

“…you think so?” he mumbles.

“i know so. you don’t even like weed that much yourself, but all the effort you’re putting into this? i don’t know anyone else who is as hardworking as you.” you ramble on, not even focused on making him feel better anymore, just expressing your honest feelings.

“oh, and don’t think i don’t see how you’ve been learning, i see it when you help the customers even without my help,” you continue, recalling your observations.

all tension in him dissipates as he takes in each word of praise.

his gaze is impossibly soft, holding onto every movement and word, and he’s silent for a bit. you finally snap out of your daze, now aware of how much you rambled. when he opens his mouth again, it seems he’s back to being himself as the corner of his lips lift.

“hey, i do like weed,” he jokes. you scoff at his quick return to the jokes.

“hey, coping with humor is my thing. i’m serious, you know?” you scold, but you can’t help but smile at his change in demeanor.

“yeah, i know.” he takes your hand into his, running his thumb back and forth. his eyes flit up to meet yours, and he beams, calling your name gently. “thank you so much. i really don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

there’s a warmth that spreads in your chest, and for once, you let it, squeezing his hand tugging him to his feet with you. “probably not, but that’s what i’m here for. now let’s get ready!!”

you don’t see the tender look johnny gives you as you move past him to make your way out to the floor, but he quickly joins you to finish up the last few preparations for the grand opening.

as the hours fly by and the day turns to night, to say you’re spent by the time everything is done is an understatement.

you’re just packing your bag to head home as johnny closes up the store. “can i treat you to dinner? you deserve it,” he asks, but you can hear the fatigue in his voice. you’ve lost count of how many times he’s treated you to a meal, and you know now is not the time.

“i’m okay, johnny. how about you order some delivery to make sure you eat and rest up for the big day?” johnny frowns at your words.

“i’m fine, i’ll sleep right after. i really want to do something for you,” he insists, almost pleading you with his eyes. you sigh, grabbing your keys.

“i’ll take you up on that dinner tomorrow, after everything’s done. we can celebrate.” you don’t leave any room for negotiation, and johnny relents. he lets you go with just a little pout.

as you make your way back to your apartment, you can’t help but reflect on how close you’ve gotten with johnny.

the way he opened up to you today really showed a different side to him, you’d be stupid to think that it doesn’t just add to your undeniable attraction to him, inside and out.

you can still feel the way his warm hand caressed yours, and his words replay again and again.

“i really don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

you know you’ve become an important person to the store, and maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but you hope you can be just as important to him.

the grand opening comes, and johnny meets you at the shop along with his cousin, the donghyuck you’ve heard so much about. when johnny said the younger man would handle advertising, he really meant it, as there’s a steady stream of people coming in from the get go.

johnny gets some music playing, and you barely get to talk to him and donghyuck before a crowd of customers kicks off the big day.

each group of customers that come in is so unique. you even see one of your old coworkers, and that encounter is a reminder of the stark difference between your previous job and now. who knew you would be having so much fun when you signed up to do this?

another familiar face comes through the door, and you squeal with joy seeing one of your friends. johnny watches you from the entrance, acting as both security and crowd control. he smiles at the sight of you enjoying yourself.

the day comes to a close with much success, many of your products actually selling out, if not coming close to. it’s dark outside at this point, and johnny closes up the store, patting you and hyuck on the back.

“we did it!!! let’s get some food, maybe a drink or two. on me!” johnny is completely different from the ball of anxiety he was yesterday, and the sight brings you joy. hyuck’s energy is the complete opposite.

“no thanks, gotta get back to my girl tonight,” hyuck rejects bluntly, grabbing his bag and keys. though you didn’t get to speak to him much due to the busy day, you get the impression he isn’t much of a talker.

to your surprise, he turns to you before he rushes out, speaking lowly so that only you can hear.

“don’t let him work you too hard, he’s got a record of taking advantage of talented, hardworking people,” he whispers. you laugh at his warning, getting that he’s referring to himself, but you know it’s coming from a good place. johnny raises an eyebrow at this, unable to hear it from where he is.

“don’t worry, i really like working here. thanks, donghyuck,” you whisper back. he nods, faint smile on his face as he makes his way to the door.

“i’m not worried, see ya,” he calls out, and in a flash he’s gone. you and johnny are left in the empty shop, music still playing quietly in the store.

“what was that about?” johnny asks, crossing his arms with a pointed look. “talking shit?” he nudges you playfully with his elbow. you laugh and shake your head.

“none of your business,” you tease, and before he can retort, your stomach growls. johnny’s pout immediately turns to a laugh as he comes to you.

“you must be starving, princess, let’s get you some food.” that’s a new nickname, and it stirs another kind of feeling in your stomach you’re barely able to ignore. while you are hungry, you’re also so tired, and you know johnny’s in the same boat just by looking at him.

little do you know, he can also read you.

“i did promise dinner, but would you want to order some takeout and eat here? maybe in the back?” johnny asks. “i’ll order anything you want.”

to be honest, going out to a restaurant sounded like a drag after the hectic day. his offer sounds ideal, but on top of a delicious meal, you’re craving for something else first.

“i’m down for takeout, but would you mind if i smoked a bit? not gonna lie, all this weed talk today had me itching to.” johnny accepts immediately.

“of course! pick anything you want from the shop.” you always had your own supply of weed, never having to get your hands on the store’s until now.

“employee discount?”

“100% off,” he clarifies, smile widening at your surprise.

“are you sure?” you ask. you wouldn’t usually turn down free weed, but you didn’t want to make it a habit, or you know you’d run the store dry. johnny thinks for a bit.

“hmm.. how about you let me smoke with you and we call it a deal,” he offers instead. thinking about it now, it’s interesting how you haven’t already smoked together in the time you’ve known him.

you never asked, knowing his interesting relationship with weed, but you realize this may be a great idea; you’ve always wondered what a high johnny would look like.

“just don’t say anything if i’m a bit weak, okay?” he says as seriously as possible, and you’ve spent enough time with him to know that he’s at least half-serious about that.

“no promises.”

“hey!”

after a bit of back and forth, johnny calls a nearby take-out place for some dinner while you make your selections from the store’s inventory.

you take your picks and head to the back patio, having everything set up even before johnny’s finished ordering. you’d been out here a handful of times, but it all feels so different with the warm patio lights illuminating the couches.

your admiration is cut short as a buzzing on your phone alerts you, and a familiar name comes up on your phone.

“hello?” your old supervisor of your previous job is on the phone. it’s late, but for some reason you have a gut feeling about what this might be about. after you exchange pleasantries he gets straight to the point.

“our company has recently gotten more shareholders, so we’ve been reaching out to former staff to see if you were seeking re-employment with the company. of course, with a pay increase.” he explains.

honestly, your plan to look for other jobs flew out the window the second you stepped into your first day of work at store, and you didn’t plan to leave anytime soon, as long as johnny would have you.

“you were one of the first people we wanted to call, so please take our offer into consideration,” he requests.

99% of your brain tells you to turn him down, but you’re too tired and hungry to make a decision then and there.

“can i let you know sometime this week? i’ll call you.” you’ll figure it out when you have your energy back.

he agrees and you hang up just as johnny joins you outside, letting you know the food should be there within the hour. you glance at him to see if he heard your conversation, but he makes no indication that he has.

it’s no big deal, especially since you’re most likely turning down the job offer anyways.

“shall we get this started?” you ask a bit mischievously, with a lighter in one hand and the blunt in the other.

“go easy on me, princess,” johnny chuckles, grabbing the lighter from your hand. “i got you.”

you shoot him a look, but he just nods and waits patiently with the lighter held up, so you allow him to light it for you. you watch as the tip of your perfect little pre-roll catches on fire, the orange glow of the embers burning into a ring.

you inhale as johnny retracts his hand, savoring the first taste of your favorite form of stress relief after such a long 2 days. johnny’s eyes stay on your form the entire time, not missing a single step of your first hit. he watches you, awestruck, and talks once you start to blow out the smoke.

“damn, you make that look delicious..” he comments, and you nod in response as you take another, repeating the same steps. his eyes don’t leave you even as you go another round.

“it is,” you finally respond, smoke escaping your lips as you offer the blunt to him. “your turn?”

he seems to take be taking it in for a second, eyes locked with yours until he eventually reaches for the blunt and brings it up to his own mouth. there’s something so intimate about sharing a blunt in this moment, even if you’ve done it many times with your friends before.

you watch as he inhales a bit, before blowing it out right away. you suppress the giggle that threatens, remembering his request from earlier. you’re a bit loosened up now, however, and what’s the harm in having a little fun?

“johnny, it’s not a cigarette, hold it in for a bit!” the giggles you tried to hold back leave you anyways.

“hey, you said wouldn’t say anything,” he complains, and you laugh in response.

“i literally said no promises.” he rolls his eyes, taking another hit and doing just as you told him to do. his throat catches, and he coughs a bit, slightly embarrassed. you just meet him with a smile and wave, encouraging him to take another.

this is yet another side to johnny that you haven’t seen, and you’re eating up every second of it, happy knowing this sight belongs to only you. at least for now.

the blunt makes its way back and forth a few times, johnny still occasionally coughing in-between, all the stress of the day fading with the smoke dissipating around the two of you.

the food comes at some point, and the both of you scarf down the food, everything tasting a thousand times better than usual and rejuvenating your tired body.

you talk about everything that happened that day, from each out of the ordinary customer to the way you handled the rush. you just can’t help but revel in the sense of pride you have at the fruits of your hard work.

the rest of the conversation between you flows as it usually does, but the weed coursing through the both of you have you on tangents a sober mind could never come close to, both of you clutching your stomachs from laughter at every little thing.

once the conversation lulls a bit, you help him clean up the remnants of the smoke session and food, intending to head home for the night. you don’t necessarily want the fun to end, but you know both of you need some rest.

as if he can sense you planning your goodbye, johnny makes an offer.

“how would you feel about some drinks to finish off this celebration?” he proposes. you haven’t paired drinking with smoking in a while, but it sounds like a great time.

“i might just take you up on that,” you reply with a grin. the time is well into the night, and a frigid breeze sends a shiver through you.

“looks like it’s getting a bit chilly down here, do you mind if we drink upstairs?” he asks.

johnny explained to you when you first started working there that there was an apartment above the store, but he barely used it. hyuck would sometimes crash there, and johnny said he himself only stayed if he were too tired to make the drive back to his actual apartment.

you never thought anything of it beyond slight curiosity, being that it’s basically an extension of johnny’s home. you don’t know what it looks like, but isn’t this pretty much johnny inviting you to his place? or is that the weed getting the better of you?

johnny gets your attention, snapping you out of your thoughts. “earth to __? are you okay? we don’t have to, you must be tired.” regardless of the intentions, you trust johnny, and you are more than curious about the upstairs floor.

and if you’re really being honest, you were hoping to spend more time with him anyways.

“no!” you deny a bit too loudly, reeling back a bit in embarrassment. “no.. i’d love to, if you’re okay having me up there.” he smiles warmly.

“i think you’re one of the only people i’d be okay having up there, don’t worry about that.” maybe you are important to him, and not just the store. you beam at his words, and let johnny lead you around the side of the building.

as you make your way up the stairs and through another door, he flips the light on. you’re met with a comfy little studio; it’s even more minimalistic than the store, with a kitchenette and its only furniture being a couch, coffee table, a bed, and a tv mounted on the wall.

“it’s not much, but it’s cozy. before i decided to open the dispensary, i’d come here when i needed an escape from all the headaches in my life,” he smiles fondly looking around the room.

he directs you to sit on the couch as he pulls out a bottle of wine and two glasses from his kitchenette, pouring them out for you before taking a seat next to you.

“i was actually fast asleep here when you called me yesterday,” he explains, which explains how he materialized out of nowhere. you had assumed he dozed off in the back room. “i was just thinking too many ugly thoughts at my place, so i drove here at some ungodly hour. fell asleep like a baby.”

“and stayed asleep,” you tease. he scoffs, taking a long sip from his glass.

“i don’t even know why i’m telling you all this… was thinking it was the weed, but i don’t know,” he muses, clinking his glass against yours. “i guess i just feel comfortable around you.”

johnny’s words hit you right in the heart, knowing that you’ve been able to provide him with comfort, just like he’s done for you. you notice his glass is empty, and grab the wine to pour some more.

“you’ve always made things comfortable for me, too, y’know?” you respond, pouring some more into your own glass as well and clinking your glass against his. a serene silence falls between the two of you as you finish up the last of the wine.

the combination of the weed and the wine is definitely getting to you, and you think it’s getting to johnny as well. his eyes are glossed over, and he has a slight flush to his cheeks—it’s an endearing sight.

but what he brings up next is anything but endearing.

“hey, i know this is random, but since we’ve established we’re comfortable, i wanted to ask.” he pulls out his phone, opening up an app all too familiar to you.

“is this you?”

you had forgotten all about this while entangled in the chaos of the day, but it all comes crashing back to you as he shows you a familiar profile in his “likes” section. your mouth drops, and you feel your palms start to sweat. fuck.

your eyes move from the phone, to him, back to the phone, then back to him. you nod slowly as reality hits.

yes, you’re comfortable, and yes, you’re important to him. but is this a boundary you should be crossing?

“I’m so, SO sorry, johnny.. it was an accident, i swear,” you plea, and he quirks an eyebrow up at you.

“an accident, huh?” he teases a bit at first, but he reels it back as he processes your genuine devastation. “wait, wait. i’m not upset or anything!” he clarifies.

“you aren’t?” you feel tears threaten. your head is spinning and your face feels hotter than its ever been.

“why would i be?” he asks, and the panic in your body quells momentarily.

“because.. you’re my boss.” you look down at the empty wine glass in your hands. you don’t know how many times you’ve repeated that to yourself like a mantra to keep you from pining after him.

johnny shakes his head, taking the wine glass from you and setting it to the side. “would it be wrong for me to say i consider you more than just an employee? you’ve probably done more for the store than i ever could have.”

his hand rests on yours, and you finally find it in you to hold his gaze.

“you’ve done so much for me, too. you have no idea.” his slightly raspy voice is full of tenderness, his eyes locked on yours with pure warmth.

“is it bad that i’m wishing it wasn’t an accident?”

your mouth is already dry from the smoking, but it feels like any words have dried up on your tongue as you try to process what he just said.

the combination of weed and alcohol in your bloodstream has you wanting to say so much to him right now that may change the trajectory of your relationship forever, but in trying to control your thoughts another question comes out.

“why are you on that dating app?” you ask, surprised when it comes out but sticking by it nonetheless. he doesn’t seem fazed by how sudden it is.

“i honestly forgot i still had it, but i won’t deny i used to have my ways of relief. kind of like weed for you.” you don’t know if your eyes are functioning properly right now, but the warmth in his eyes seems to darken as you come to the realization of what he’s suggesting.

taken over by the thoughts you’ve tried so hard to hold in, you make your own suggestion before you even know what you’re saying.

“well, we did my way, how about we do yours?”

the silence following your question is deafening, and each second chips at your substance-fueled confidence. johnny’s lips curl up.

he interlocks one of your hands with his, bringing it up to his mouth as he lays a kiss onto the back of it. “you see, i was thinking the same thing,” he murmurs into your hand. the feeling of his warm breath on your skin sends a shiver through you.

he slowly kisses down your hand, up your arm to your neck, and you let out soft sighs of pleasure as he lays kisses alongside your neck. his kisses trail down, and he slowly sinks to his knees, looking up at you with a grin.

“they say weed gives you the munchies, right?” he grasps your legs, sliding them over his shoulders, pulling you so that your clothed core lays exposed right in front of him.

you want to tell him that you’ve both had a long day, that he doesn’t need to eat you out, but his eyes are trained on the wet patch on your panties.

“think this might be the first time i’ve wanted to eat something so bad.” he doesn’t even wait for your answer before he’s laying open mouthed kisses right over your underwear, soaking through the thin material with his tongue.

he groans as soon as he makes the first contact, and the vibrations and the feeling of his hot tongue pressing the cloth into your core have your eyes fluttering back.

this is stress relief alright, but you feel like it’s more for you than johnny.

“fuck, princess, so fucking good,” he pants out, sliding your underwear to the side to trail a few fingers through your folds. “could stay here all fuckin’ night.”

he dives back in, the feeling of his tongue directly on your cunt sending your head reeling back, moaning out loud as your legs threaten to tighten around his head. his hands grip your thighs tightly and keep them spread, pressing his head further in.

he laps at your cunt like he’s starved, tongue alternating between rolling your clit in a figure 8 and prodding at your entrance. a mixture of drool and your juices drip down his chin, but johnny doesn’t falter in the slightest.

your hands fist at the material of the couch’s backrest, the only thing going through your mind being how good it all feels, that this is all a wet dream you never want to wake from.

he hums as he slows down a bit, glazed eyes shifting to lock with yours. ”cum on my tongue, baby.”

he returns to your core with fervor and laps at your hole, fingers slithering around to rub harsh circles into your clit. it’s only a matter of seconds after his gentle demand that the band in your stomach snaps, legs fighting against his iron grip as he guides you through your orgasm.

your head feels so light, the continuous warmth between your legs sending jolts through your whole body up to your fingers threaded through his hair.

your hold on his hair loosens as he finally separates his mouth from you to take in your heaving form, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. he’s not the only one, as the sight of him between your legs, bottom half of his face glistening, is a sight you could look at forever.

time seems to slow again as he lowers his head once more, breath once again fanning over your core. his words send a thrill through your entire being.

“need more.”

he doesn’t even finish those 2 words before his mouth is opening, resuming its ministrations on your already spent cunt. you squeal out at the overstimulation, legs squirming in his tight grip as the rest of your body writhes.

you can barely formulate any words, moans tumbling from your mouth in the shape of his name. your barely notice one of his hands releasing its grip from your thigh, instead making its way to your core.

he hollows his lips around your clit as he slips he prods at your entrance with 2 of his long, slender fingers. you gasp as they make their way into you, tears starting to form in your eyes at the sheer amount of pleasure from just his mouth and fingers.

as he starts to thrust his fingers in time with his lips, you feel another peak coming. he can feel you pulsing around his fingers, and he separates his mouth form you to lift his head and fully watch your pleasured expressions.

“c’mon baby, give me another, need you to cum,” he coos, fingers pistoning in and out of you. exhilaration runs through his lidded eyes as he watches you fall apart on his fingers, and with a curl of his digits into a sweet spot you’re cumming with a loud cry.

“f-fu-fuck, johnny, please,” you weep, at this point entirely overstimulated at your second orgasm of the night. yet you want more, want him to feel the same pleasure you’re feeling, just as the same high runs through both of you.

“please what, baby?” he questions, voice emulating yours in a half-hearted imitation. “want my tongue again?”

you try to shut your legs around him, unconsciously backing up, but his hands return to their iron grip around your thighs, tugging you right back to where you were.

“where are you trying to go, baby? thought you wanted to do my way of stress relief,” he croons, head moving down ever so slowly back to your core, he lays kisses to the inside of your thighs, his soft lips sucking every few, undoubtedly leaving marks in their path.

“can feel my stress leaving each second i’m down here, baby. really could stay here all night,” he chuckles at your dazed expression. “already fucked you dumb? only had my fingers ‘nd tongue, princess.”

as he moves back to mold his mouth once more to your core, you finally find it in you to formulate a sentence.

“johnny, n-no, wait.” he waits, looking up at you with an expectant expression.

“want you to fuck me,” you plea. “need you inside me—need you so fucking bad.” your teary expression and please go straight to his neglected cock. “want you to feel good, t-too, johnny.”

he swoons, immediately getting up. he felt good already lost in eating your cunt, he didn’t even feel the need to free his member.

but if you beg so prettily, how could he say no?

he rises to his feet, pulling you up on shaky legs as he kisses you messily. you can taste yourself on his tongue, and he pulls you towards the bed. it wasn’t huge, but he reasons it is better than the couch.

as your knees hit the back of the bed, you fall back onto it, johnny’s lips still glued to yours.

when he finally separates, a thin string of saliva hanging between your mouths, he tugs his pants down, hard, raging member slapping against his stomach. you ogle at his size, tip red and angry from the neglect. he’s *huge—*if you were already losing your mind with his fingers, his cock could send you to another dimension.

he fishes through his wallet, pulling out a condom, but you stop him with what mental energy you have left. is it crazy that you want to feel all of him? even if it is, you could always just blame that on the substances running through you still.

“don’t need that, i’m clean and on the pill,” you call to him, and his head snaps to you.

you see the same exhilaration from earlier run through him as he breathes deeply at the thought of fucking you raw. everything in him screams to just do it, but the little reason he has left peeks through. “…me too, but are you sure?”

always the gentleman he is, but you want nothing more than for him to fill you up.

“yes, i need to feel you,” you groan, and you barely finish your sentence before he’s joined you on the bed.

“need to feel me, huh?” he muses, pulling you up so that you straddle him. “know a good way for you to get your fill then, baby.”

his member sits hot and heavy against your core, and you swivel your hips over it. a low groan leaves him at the feeling of your core sliding over him, and he grabs the base of it to guide it into your hole.

his head catches, and he plants his hands on your waist, thrusting slightly to breach your walls. each inch has you crying out, eyes rolling back and shutting at the stretch. he feels as big as he looks, and tears once again sting at your eyes.

“taking me so well, baby, halfway there,” he sings, and you clench at the praise. only halfway?

he hisses at the tightening as he tries to continue. “need you to relax just a little baby, squeeze me like this when i’m all the way in, yeah?” he laughs, but you can’t help the way your pussy clings to him.

“love the way you cling to me, make you wanna stay with me, baby.” he growls lowly, continuing his inching into you. “not gonna leave me right? leave me and go back to that old job of yours?”

you almost don’t hear him in the daze of feeling his cock stretching you, but you do. “y-you heard that?” he chuckles.

“i did, i wasn’t gonna say anything, but i feel restless thinking about you not being by my side,” he confesses, finally bottoming out, both of you needing a second to adjust. you’ve never felt so full.

johnny takes in the way you’re wrapped around him tightly, your lips parted as you breath in and out and try to process his words, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. he loves the sight in front of him. “yeah, i need you with me, baby.” his hands move your hips up.

“think i’d give you the world if i could.” he pushes you back down over him, and you cry out at the way his tip hits into you so deeply. he continues to slowly guide your hips up and down over him, all the while letting his innermost thoughts leak.

“you got me thinking about the future ‘nd shit, a future with you.” your heart tightens impossibly, and if you weren’t fighting to stay focused you think you could cry at his sugary sweet confessions. his hands move to a tight grip on your ass, lifting his own hips slightly to meet yours as it comes down.

“you can’t leave, not when the only constant i see in my future is you. tell me you feel the same way. i saw that ‘like’ in that app and was just so—fuck,” he pauses, recollecting himself before resuming his both his thoughts and pace. “i saw it and hoped it meant you do—that you do feel the same way as me.”

though you connected physically, you could tell he was holding back, but now his feelings are clear. and now it’s time you stopped holding back.

“johnny, i’m not lea—i’m not leaving,” you hold his gaze, catching your breath to let him know your own intentions. “i want to be with you here.”

everything’s a blur as you find yourself on your back within seconds of your own confession, johnny meeting your lips hungrily as he pistons into you in your new position, control now fully in his possession.

he presses you into the bed with his kisses and thrusts, and the apartment is filled with nothing but your moans, his groans, and the sound of skin on skin. breathless, he pauses his kisses, and a beautiful smile lights his face. “hope you know you just made me the happiest man ever.”

his smile brings out your own as you pull him down to continue kissing, and his thrusts pick up in speed. “can picture it—you and me, our store. our lives, our family.”

you suddenly recall how you pictured johnny as a husband, heat pooling in your stomach and heart at the fact that he thought about you in that way, too. and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, your walls sucking him in even further.

“oh? you like that?” he grits his teeth, fighting your grip on him to thrust in and out, dragging his length along your walls. you can feel every ridge and vein, his heat radiating form your core through your entire body.

“i’ll take such good care of you, have the prettiest girl by my side.” you moan at his praise and promises, nails digging into his shoulders as he continues to pound you into the mattress.

“give you the prettiest babies,” he mumbles lowly, as if it wasn’t meant for you to hear, but the stirring in your stomach at that is one you’ve never felt before.

johnny’s thrusts get even harsher, his own drive fueled by the thought of claiming you. “know you want that, baby, s-shit, can feel you tryin’ to milk me dry.”

you feel yourself dive head first into your orgasm at his words, cumming with a loud cry, your throat hoarse at this point from everything johnny’s given you. you don’t have to say you feel the same, he can feel it. you beg anyways.

“fuck, give it to me johnny, fill me up, please, please,” you plead, and johnny’s more than happy to oblige, unable to hold back any longer with the way you desperately pulse around him.

with a stuttering of his hips and a deep groan, he presses deep into you, painting your walls with his warm load.

you both catch your breath, and johnny stays buried in you for a little while before his own strength gives out. he finally pulls out of you and lays by your side, tugging you into his arms.

no words are exchanged between the two of you for a little while, and though the silence is filled with uncertainty, you don’t mind. you’re pretty sure you’ve sobered up by now. johnny had you feeling something no strain of weed or sip of alcohol could give.

he unwraps his arms from around you, getting up to grab some random clothes he has in a basket under the bed. he pulls some shorts on and an oversized shirt over your spent form.

“i think this could be my new form of stress relief, too,” you yawn out, the toll of the busy day and night getting to you.

he laughs but doesn’t respond. you hear him grab something else, and suddenly you’re met with your phone held in front of your face.

“hey, can you unlock this?” he asks, and while you’re a bit suspicious of his intentions, you do so. you’re too tired to question it, anyways. after a few taps, he locks it and places it to the side, grabbing his own.

this time, he shows you what he does on his own screen, finding the familiar little icon of the dating app and deleting it off of his phone.

“don’t think we need those anymore,” he huffs, but a pleased smile rests on his face.

“you deleted it off mine, too?” you question, though you know if he hadn’t, you would’ve deleted it anyways.

“yeah, can’t have you accidentally liking anyone else,” he jokes, and while slightly embarrassed, you’re more glad than anything that his comfort in joking with you hasn’t changed.

you roll your eyes at his teasing, ready to argue and get your own two cents in, but he puts his phone away, climbing into bed before gathering you back into his warm arms.

“what i said before, none of it was under the influence—i meant it. i’ve thought a lot about my future starting this store, and along the way i realized you became part of that vision,” his eyes fall to your lips and he can’t help but lean down and give you a quick peck.

“i cant imagine the store—or anything in my future without you,” another kiss. he’s making it known that his feelings run so much deeper than just a simple infatuation; you know for a fact yours do, too.

“is this a proposal?” you ask, finally able to get your own teasing in. johnny doesn’t mind, though, matching your energy as he always does.

“if you want it to be,” he winks at you. you giggle, and his eyes stay glued to you, enamored with your smile.

“we’re just skipping the dating stage?” you question, just to stir the pot a bit. can’t let him get too comfortable, but you know he’s had you in the palm of his hand since day one. and he knows that too, once again unfazed by your jokes.

“oh, we can definitely do that, and more. anything you want really.” before sleep can overtake the two of you, he tilts your chin up with his fingers, planting a final kiss for the night. “anything at all, as long as you’re with me.”

a/n: flufftina is back u know i have to include tenderness in everything bc all i write is self indulgent :D anyways i know nothing about running an actual business pls keep that in mind LOL. thank you SO MUCH for reading and if you were anticipating this fic, thank you as always for your patience. trust me when i say that i get so in my head about writing nowadays that i sometimes lose the motivation to write/even post when i'm done, but i appreciate the support always!!

shout out to my loves @wispyxjae & @rikupid for beta reading and hyping me up to get to a comfy point with this fic <3 jae n winnie ily so bad

also shout out to that one anon who said they have a mini book club w their friends and read my fics, i thought of your ask everytime i wanted to stop writing this HAHA

as always, shares and feedback are always appreciated, LOVE U <3

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[6:58 pm]

(cw: yeah it’s hurt with comfort babes)

For weeks now you’d been left with some kind of numb, bittersweet feeling stuck in your gut. You wanted to address it, of course you did, it was big news. However, every time you let your mind linger on the thought you felt sad and physically ill. It didn’t help that your time with him was so limited either. When he had time at home, he was catching up on sleep and trying to enjoy the time you had together, even if some days it was just breakfast together.

There was no avoiding it anymore. Now, it was just a couple of days away. His comeback commitments were done, he’s been taking more and more calls, and every second you spent around him made you want to cry. How were you just supposed to go from talking to him everyday to just a small window of time to talk to him? How were you supposed to get used to walking from one room to see him to just not having him there anymore?

The front door opened as you blinked your eyes to get rid of the tears. Jaehyun was back home from his top secret errand of the day. “Honey, I’m home,” he sings out playfully.

Your heart skips a beat as it usually when you hear Jaehyun’s voice, “I’m in the living room!”

You turn as you hear his footsteps and gasp when he comes into view. His hair is gone. His lovely, long blond locks are gone and he has a buzzed head. No hair. Bald. You will your brain to think of something to say but instead your throat tightens and your eyes get wet.

“Is it that bad?” Jaehyun awkwardly chuckles.

It’s as if his voice breaks the dam of all your bottled up emotions. You can’t stop the shake of your shoulders, your shuddered breaths, your tears, or any of the racing thoughts. How is he just going to be gone in 2 days?

Jaehyun comes over and pulls you into his hold while he rocks you back and forth while your tears stain the cotton of his shirt. “Love, you have to tell me what you’re feeling. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” he tells you in a calm voice.

“But you can’t help me! You won’t be here! For 2 years!” You exclaim through your tears.

“I thought it was a little strange you refused to talk about this,” Jaehyun hums, going quiet for a second to gather his thoughts. “I know whatever I say will be easier said than done, but just listen to me, alright? We’ve already done the long distance and weird hours haven’t we? How many times have I gone on tour and been a handful of time zones away? Countless, my love.”

“I’ll be back before you know it. We’ll be in the same country. I can take breaks to come see you. We still get to talk to each other. I’m not going to space,” Jaehyun smiles, swiping his thumbs under your eyes as your tears slow.

“It’s just,” your voice breaks, “I’m so used to having you home. I like having you home. Now, it’s going to be 2 years of not being able to walk down the hall and see you. Your body wash won’t go down, your clothes won’t move, I’ll have to choose dinner for myself, I have to go grocery shopping alone, I won’t have to sit through those random basketball games you play. I’m going to miss you!”

“You think I want to live with a bunch of random men for 2 years? I’m going to miss you too, my love. More than anything in the world. But I promise you, it’ll be more like I’m on tour. We’ve done it a bunch of times already. We know we can do this. Plus, it’s not like you’re going to leave me right? That ring on your finger isn’t for nothing.”

You stare at his fingers, twisting your engagement ring around your finger as you sniffle. You’re going to miss this too, “Don’t even joke about me leaving you. I wouldn’t have committed to you for over like 7 years now if I want in it for the long run.”

“Like 7 years,” Jaehyun scoffs playfully, “you mean 6 years, 6 months and 14 days?” He kisses your forehead, holding you impossibly close, “I committed too, this is only going to make us stronger. You’re actually going to be so sick of me. I wrote you all these little letters, I have deliveries scheduled, I pre bought you birthday and Christmas gifts even though I’ll be here for those. I’ll call you every chance I get. I promise you, my love.”

You snuggle closer to him, “you’re the best.”

“I know, alright. You can play with my hair now, I know you want to,” Jaehyun smiles.

Your open hand runs over the new, short hairs, “you look really handsome. I like it.”

“Haechan said I’m my head looked bigger.”

“Well, it’s a handsome big head.”

[sweetcrazyluvie]

how much i stand for doyoung being a soft-hard dom, playing nasty nice. ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ he’d speak so softly to you, kissing you so softly, fucking you so gently. before he does a complete 180 degree switch. his actions blinded by the soft and gentle words he gives you. he’d literally beat your pussy up, making you cry and try to close your legs mid pull out into a thrust. into which grabbing your legs forcing them open, forcing your pussy open to take him . . .

calling you his sweet girl, his lil bunny as if he isn’t rearranging your guts. sprinkling pecks and occasional love bites that’d turn purple on your soft brown skin. pressing his hand down on your lower belly, grinding his hips into yours so fluidly. watching as your soft white cream dripped down his heavy balls. emptying every thought in that little head of yours.

your plush, glossy lips all swollen— your fucked up wet lashes and drool on the corner of your mouth making you feel so pathetic. the wet squelches as his cock pumps into you. completely dumbifying you into brainless submission.

he wouldn’t out right degrade you, but he got off to how you’d slowly lose your mind, too dumb to even speak properly.

“fuckkk—” he groaned. forcing you into mating press, practically folding you in half. moving his hand to massage his thumb on your little nub. “shit, open up this pussy for me… yeah… just like that, my pretty little bunny.” pushing that last inch of his dick in . . .

forcing you to look him in his eyes, as he knew you often shy’d away to hide from him and covered up your pretty lil moans. he never understood why, you were so pretty to look at, adorable girly moans, the way you teared up when he reached depths inside of you. maybe if you beg he’ll eat your creamy little pussy afterwards too!

[sweetcrazyluvie]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍: you find yourself crying during sex as jaehyun pounds ( makes love to you ) before he leaves for the military. you just want him to come back already— even as he’s inside of you.

content ── wc、1.2k. pwp. fem! reader. lowercased. boyfriend!jaehyun. establish relationship. black intended. sweet, emotional sex. unprotected sex. daddy kink ( reader calls jae dada ). pet names.

kiana’s notez . . . ☘︎ ݁˖ in honory of jaehyun’s enlistment.. this was meant to be brainrot oh my godddd! i did a lil too much, i might make a rougher version in brainrot form. we miss you jae, come back home daddy :(

you were in your apartment in la, and your boyfriend jaehyun had been visiting back and forth for the last few days, making the most of his time in the states for his video shoot. long distance was never an issue for you two— jaehyun's busy schedule kept him occupied. always making time to text or call you every day, while you were a homebody who owned a boutique for a living. with the freedom to fly out at almost any time to see him whenever he had the time to make the most of yours.

right now you were in your feelings, laying under him completely naked. although he was here now, you already craved him so much knowing that he would be gone doing his military service. somehow it felt farther in distance than when he was performing on stage across the globe. plus you haven’t been fucked in a while, and he was finna double it once he flew back to korea. that shit was lowkey cruel now that you thought about it. they really about to take your man.

“you really finna leave me like this dada?” you asked jaehyun with a pout, your voice laced with desperation, need, and disappointment. your stomach fluttered as he rubbed his soft pink tip against your tiny, hooded clit. the base of his shaft between your wet, puffy folds. it made you upset cause you craved more, he was taking his time, and he was leaving.

“i know baby, i know,” he said softly, his gaze meeting yours. those soft eyes he gave you when he fucked you or was about to fuck you were all so familiar, now holding a hint of regret in them. he didn’t want to leave you either but he knew that the quicker he enlisted, the quicker he’ll be back to you. getting the obstacles out of the way so that he could spend as much time as the world gave him when he came back.

“the sooner i go, the sooner i’ll be out,” he leaned in closer burying his face in your neck, laying hot kisses against your skin. his hand rubbed up and down your thigh, which was spread wide open for him. “and when i return, i promise to make up every moment we missed.”

as you were lost in thought, savoring the way his kisses felt on your neck, he entered you slowly. causing you to instinctively grip his bicep and look between your bodies where you were joined, feeling your breath get caught in your throat.

your perfectly manicured acrylic french tips wrapped around the firm muscle trying to ground yourself. “mmh fuck wait,” you moaned out softly, your voice mixed with pleasure and surprise. as you scooted yourself up the mattress just an inch.

but damn, it hit you hard that it had been so long since the last time you were fucked just by how you barely managed to take a few inches. you almost swore you were a virgin again just now.

you could practically see the way his thick dick forced its way past your entrance as if your pussy was trying to resist him— his tip popping its way in. the sight instantly turned you on, him too, hearing the way he groaned at the site. his hand going down to rest on top of your pelvis, his thumb going to part one side of your folds as he inched his way inside.

“you good mama?” jaehyun asked softly looking up at you, his voice written in split worry but it was clear he was restraining himself. his gaze followed yours again, watching intently as he slowly eased himself out a few inches, the both of you holding a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

the brief spare you thought he had given you to catch your breath was short-lived when just as you were about to reply he fully thrusted back in filling you completely, forcing a moan from your chest.

"fuckkk," you cried out. "jae, you're too big." the words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them. you could feel the intense pressure building in your lower belly, a delicious ache that spread through your core.

clearly, it wasn’t a question but a gentle warning for preparation for what was about to come. “i’ve missed you so much, baby. let me show you just how much.” he mumbled with a shaky breath, dripping with arousal. his words sent shivers down your spine, you really did miss him— just as much if not more.

every movement of his thick shaft dragged across your sensitive, velvey walls, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

desperate for something to anchor you, your other hand shot out to grab the sheet beneath you. your fingers curled tightly into the fabric, knuckles turning white as you held on, bracing yourself as he sped up his sharp thrusts.

“you missed me too hm? missed the way i make love to you?” he asked, his voice husky with pure desire. the rhythmic sound of skin on skin filling its way into your bedroom. the soft, wet plapping noises of his thick balls slapping against your pussy made it oh so erotic, fucking waves of arousal out of you.

“such a good girl for not giving my pussy up, can feel how tight you are,” he let out throaty groans driving his hips into yours. wrapping his hand behind your neck as he rested his forehead on yours, forcing you to keep eye contact. he fucking loved you.

the way your breasts bounced rhythmically with each powerful thrust, his unoccupied, large hand going down to hold your waist. the steady, consistent sound of the bed frame colliding with the wall echoed throughout the dim lit room. the candle that you had lit, the way his dick touched your soul, and the way your breath mixed with his throughout pants and moans were too much for you.

as the sensations overwhelmed you a wave of emotion in its purest form slipped over you, cause you to sniffle softly. a single tear trailed its way down your cheek, it was almost bittersweet in a way. “what’s wrong baby?”

your voice thick with emotion, barely above a whisper, almost pleading, “don’t leave me dada, ‘m gon miss you.”

his hand slid up your body, his thumb brushing tenderly across your cheek, gently wiping the tear away. his eyes filled with love and compassion, as he murmured reassuringly, “you don’t gotta cry baby, i gotchu,” he kissed your cheek, trailing pecks across your face until he reached your lips. kissing you lovingly deep, his lips moving in slow harmony against yours. “when i come home it’s all on me baby, whatever you wanna do, whatever you want, i promise.”

he never ever broke his promises.

you could feel the way his thrusts slowed once he found that squishy cave in your pussy, focusing on it with deliberate precision. rolling his hips with intention, making sure the head of his dick caressed that sensitive spot within each movement. making your thighs shake and tremble with uncontrollable pleasure.

forcing you. . . pushing you to moan so sweetly for him as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. shamelessly babbling out “i love you’s” and “i miss you’s”.

“i love you jae,” you said at that same exact moment you felt yourself coming, creaming around his dick. your voice all shaky, filled with love, staring into his eyes.

leaving wet, audible pecks against your glossy lips before his response came without hesitation. voice low and tender, filled with an equal measure of love.

"i love you too, baby, so much. more than you could ever know.”

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[sweetcrazyluvie]

haechan fucking you ( 9th member ) in the managers car before filming content ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა. yk how there’s three rows sometimes ( front, middle, and back )? he’ll let the middle row down pushing you onto your stomach. lifting up your skirt and slipping his pants half way down to his knees. forcing his dick into your tiny pussy, wrapping his hand around your throat. and don’t tell him that you cant take it because he’s mean when he’s in a rush, and he’ll force you to anyway. “stop fucking pushing me out,” he would lean his weight against your back, whispering in your ear, when your pussy would force him out from the lack of you relaxing your walls . . .

squeezing your throat as a warning, not enough to cut off your flow of air though. he would pound you from behind, covering your mouth when you would get too loud, and start to whimper complaints to him. his balls plapping against your messy clit as your cream collected along his length. “but hae, taeyong will loo-” you went to say when he finally moved his hand but was quickly cut off when he grabbed your chin forcing you to look back at him, “does it look like i care? c’mon cum for me, be a good girl.”

the whimpers he would let out when you squeezed around him; both of your moans unreasonably high in pitch. both of you sounding pathetic and needy. him chasing his orgasm while bringing you to the edge of yours. “you’re so…,” you cried out in pleasure, babbling, “mean to me.” you’re eyes fluttered back in ecstasy as he rammed into that sweet spot inside of you. “thought i was your favorite, baby?” he pushed your head down, gripping your hips— fucking like bunnies. he was absolutely shameless, meanwhile you— half of the guys thought you were this innocent girl who wore curly slicked-back pigtails and pranced around cuddling everyone. haechan though, could see behind your demeanor. let’s talk about that one time in the vacation house you fucked in the shower to avoid the cameras or how he forced himself down your throat every night when you were paired to share hotel rooms during tour . . .

plus i mean he was literally balls deep inside of your cunt. he slapped your ass harshly, the loud crack filling the car when he saw your arch faltering. “come on arch your back… stop playing,” he forced himself to not bite and nibble the side of your neck. “hnnn.. i’m sorry please… i’m coming hae!” you squealed out mid sentence, his thrusts making your voice tremble and falter, your body writhing. not even ten seconds later he came after you, whimpering and groaning about how you were milking him.

[sweetcrazyluvie]

sorry but i saw this one tweet and had to write this.. mark has also been hitting diff lately 😵‍💫 anyways first post i hope this doesnt flop?????

imagine you sitting ontop of mark whilst he's fully clothed and you're fully naked, rubbing your core all over his bulge, his hands resting on your thighs as he bites his lower lip, watching you squirm all over him like a bunny in heat. mark could feel the heat of your pussy even through the layers of fabric separating you. "grind on my cock, get yourself off on it. wanna feel you soak through my clothes, baby." he said, voice deep and rough, the friction of his jeans against your hardened clit made you feel like it was on fire, but you kept going until you finally squirted all over his jeans, hands gripping onto his shirt as you writhed and panted loudly, mark simply watching you with a smirk on his face and rosey cheeks.

[sweetcrazyluvie]

new heights — o.sr

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, pilot!shotaro, fem flight attendant!reader, pet names, taro is a playboy in this one but the reader likes playing with fire :3, quick and messy, unprotected sex, overstimulation. word count⭑.ᐟ 2.3k+

a/n; peep taro's nct era vogue photoshoot </3 i love model taro, i have more in the vault and i'll use them i promise <3

you’ve experienced losing a close work friend one too many times already, all because of one man. you swore to yourself you won’t make the same mistake, especially since the pay was high and you were still waiting on that promotion.

but osaki shotaro just makes it hard not to make you like him.

a sickeningly bright smile, voice deep and sweet, his words smooth like butter as he asked you a very simple question: “are you free tonight, y/n?”

you could hear your heart pounding against your chest, body heating up as you stared up at him. tonight’s flight took a lot out of you and the tiredness must’ve driven you insane because why the fuck were you actually considering his offer?

you quickly snapped out of it, flashing him a professional smile. “i’d rather sleep early tonight, we have a flight early morning after all.”

shotaro’s eyes narrowed at you, his smile faltering a little. he knew how difficult it was to get to you— he should know, he’s been trying for months. you always had your guard up, maybe even holding a little bit of grudge whenever you’d look his way.

shotaro knew it all. your hatred for him and the thoughts running through your pretty little mind whenever he greets you, at the same time, he knew you were curious. shotaro only saw it once briefly when you caught him getting intimate with another flight attendant— the brief look of interest and curiosity as he fucked someone in front of you.

he kept his eyes on you as your eyes lingered, amused with the way your breath hitched in your throat and cheeks flushed up. shotaro knew he couldn’t let you down, hips moving frantically with precision as he stared right at you. the girl he had bent over was blissfully unaware, moaning carelessly as she assumed that she was the one making him feel that way when in reality it was all you.

since then, shotaro had been pursuing you with steadfast dedication. there’s been less people transferring stations or quitting altogether and you knew that meant shotaro hadn’t been sleeping around like he used to. it confused you at first but you paid it no mind, though it was starting to get inconvenient because that meant your promotion would get pushed back.

”y/n?”

you snapped out of your trance, staring up at shotaro. he still had a sweet smile on his face, looking innocent and harmless but you could tell how hungry he was.

”did you hear what i said?” you blinked at him before shaking your head. shotaro’s smile became wider, “i said i can help you fall asleep tonight, what do you think?”

it was a bold offer, especially since you’ve been denying all his offers to go out for meals.

”so you just decided to stop beating around the bush, huh?” shotaro chuckled softly, the sound almost tickling your ears. has he always been this intoxicating?

you pushed through him, leaving him behind as you gathered your things. “i’ll never sleep with you, so stop bothering me.”

shotaro maintained his smile, trailing right behind you. “i know you think of me too; how you want me to take you, imagining yourself underneath me, moaning and whimpering for more—”

you stopped in your tracks and whipped your head towards him, staring at him with wide eyes. your face was fully flushed as if you just got caught. shotaro laughed in satisfaction, taking in the new expression he just unlocked. it was a desperate attempt to rile you up for sure but shotaro also wanted to confirm if you had also been thinking of him since then.

”you’re cuter than i thought, y/n,” he smirked, staring down at you smugly. “tell me what you need and i’ll give it to you— you know i can.”

your breath hitched in your throat, head spinning at his words. admittedly, flying continuously was starting to drain a lot out of you and that also included all your lustful desires. it hadn’t even been a week since then and yet he was all you could think about when you touch yourself at night— imagining yourself bent over for him, moaning for more as you move your hips desperately, just like he said.

nonetheless, you continued to ignore him. shotaro didn’t seem to mind much, he knew you’d come around to the idea soon, finding his offer beneficial for the both of you.

a few more days pass and you get increasingly more cranky, growing more sexually frustrated along with longer flight periods. every time you get a quick peek of shotaro, you find yourself pausing to appreciate how handsome he looks in his uniform, always looking so sleek and handsome. you wanted him to make a mess of you, desperately so.

that day couldn’t have come any sooner, learning that shotaro was the first officer for tonight’s flight which gives him the time to sneak out and mess around if he wanted to. you knew you had to do something soon or else you’ll go insane, skin tingling as you thought of how good shotaro would treat you.

you impatiently waited for shotaro to leave the cockpit, quickly dragging him to the rest compartments once you saw him. it was an evening flight and you knew not a lot of people would need much assistance, deciding to make use of this time more effectively.

shotaro stared at you in shock, chuckling in disbelief that you were just dragging him around as you pleased. “did i miss something?” he asked in an uncharacteristically small voice, clearly confused by the situation. he could tell by the look on your face that you were in a rush, smiling in amusement as you shuffled around to take your stockings off.

”let me,” he whispered in a sultry tone, hand sliding up your thighs and easily ripping a hole into your stockings. shotaro flashed you a smug smile, biting his lower lip as his fingers lingered around your heat.

”take it off,” you whispered back, pushing his stuffy uniform off. shotaro chuckles, enjoying how eager you were.

shotaro stared at your face as he mindlessly took his jacket off, fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt underneath just enough to expose his muscular chest. you had a slight blush on your cheeks, lips parted open and huge eyes filled with desire— too eager and needy for him. he chuckled softly, licking his lip as he pushed you back onto one of the bunk beds.

you pulled him close, hiking your skirt up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he grinned, “you’re letting me see your face, baby? and here i thought you wanted it quick and messy.”

“just fuck me, shotaro.”

he hummed, smiling, “call me taro, baby. shotaro sounds so distant and i want to feel all of you.” shotaro had a mischievous glint in his eyes, staring at your lips as he waited for you to call him by his nickname.

”taro,” you spoke softly, cupping his cheek with one hand, “fuck me already, this is all i’ve been thinking about for a whole week.” shotaro bit his lip, reaching a hand down to unbuckle his pants, soon freeing his semi-erect cock.

your breath hitched in your throat, body growing hotter in anticipation— you were finally getting what you wanted. all those sleepless nights you spent alone just imagining all the pleasure you were about to experience.

”hurry,” you were breathless, your usually perfect appearance now completely disheveled and shotaro could feel his cock throbbing in the air at the thought of taking you just like this.

he leaned in, trailing soft kisses all over your jaw and neck, “bear with me for a bit.” shotaro groaned against your ear, hand quickly pumping his cock as he breathed in your scent. shotaro loved your scent, a mix of musk and vanilla, getting a whiff of it whenever you passed by him always left him wanting more of you.

you bit your lip, snaking your hands around his shoulders as you felt him shudder. shotaro gripped his shaft tightly, leaning back to push your panties to the side. he panted softly, groaning as he positioned his throbbing cock against your slick entrance. you let out a drawn out moan, face contorting in pleasure as shotaro finally filled you right up. his hips were moving slowly, patiently waiting for your walls to relax around him.

shotaro knew he there was no way he’d disappoint you, having huge faith in his skill in bed, but he couldn’t risk you having a subpar experience with him, not when he wanted this just as badly as you did. with a renewed sense of vigor, shotaro smiled at you, seeing a dangerous glint in his eyes just before he began to pound into you.

”f-fuck! taro!” you yelped, voice cracking as he pounded into you. shotaro’s hips snapped against yours at a perfect rhythm, the way you wanted it and right where you needed him. your head was spinning from the rush of pleasure, moaning mindlessly as you run your nails down his thin dress shirt, sticking to his body and showing his toned figure underneath.

you gripped on his shirt tightly, crying out as your orgasm washed over you in no time. shotaro didn’t stop, moaning blissfully at how tightly you were holding him. ”taro,” he hummed in response, annoyingly sounding more stable even though he was doing all the work.

“taro, more.”

shotaro grinned devilishly, rubbing his lips against your neck. he could feel you trembling in his arms, your walls clenching down on his cock. he knew you just came and yet you were already asking for more. “of course, baby,” he whispered, “don’t wanna disappoint you now.”

you let out a pleased squeal when shotaro grabbed your leg and threw it over his shoulder. he straightened up, licking his lips as he looked over your disheveled state. “so fucking pretty like this. even better than what i imagined,” he whispered, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

”is this better than what you imagined too, baby?” you planned on answering, really. shotaro just happened to slam his cock into you at the right time, sending shivers all throughout your body as he hit your sweet spot. you felt like you were going insane, crying out desperately as he hit that same spot over and over again relentlessly.

shotaro chuckled darkly, still as composed as ever, “i’ll take that as a yes.”

despite his confident front, shotaro was falling apart, eyes darting down at your red lips. he wanted to make a mess out of you, to see just how far you were willing to take this. shotaro was greedy for more, finding your reactions addicting. he leaned in, watching intently as you moaned at the new and deeper angle he was reaching

“y/n, baby, can i kiss you?” you noticed the slight quiver in his voice, feeling as if time had stopped when you met his eyes. you nodded eagerly, pulling him closer before he could even react. shotaro chuckles against your lips, kissing you gently. his hips mirrored the kiss, rolling against yours as he held your waist tightly.

”y/n,” he whispered, cock throbbing deep inside you. your walls were clamping down on him, his hips starting to pick up its pace. “feels so good, baby. so fucking good,” shotaro mumbled, moaning against your neck.

you felt heat pooling in your lower stomach, body tensing up once again. “taro,” you moaned, “cumming— i’m cumming again!”

shotaro hissed, breath hitching in his throat as his hips stuttered against yours. he moaned your name softly, pushing his cum deep inside you. “fuck. fuck, that’s it, baby,” he murmured, panting softly as he helped you reach your orgasm.

”taro!” you cried out, making a huge mess as you came. shotaro let out a small grunt, tired and spent from the intense exchange. he held your body, tenderly caressing your curves. you trembled under his touch, curling up and pulling him close as you ride out your high.

”that wasn’t so bad, huh?”

you closed your eyes, huffing tiredly. “are you kidding me?” you grumbled, “that’s the first thing you say after all that?”

shotaro laughed, staring at you with adoring eyes. he didn’t want this moment to end, his mind wandering as he stared right into your hooded eyes. he smiled softly, “i loved it.” you blinked at him, heart beating faster at the sudden shift in mood.

“you drive me crazy, y/n. you just made me completely yours,” shotaro whispered, chuckling when you began to blush at his words.

”don’t be stupid, this is a one time thing.” shotaro knew you didn’t mean that— even you knew that you didn’t mean it. he smiled at you, nodding mindlessly. you pushed him off of you with a huff, irked by the smug smile he had on his face as he watched you fix your clothes with shaky legs.

”need help?” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him on purpose. “oh, so you got what you wanted and you’re done with me now, is that it?”

shotaro pulled you back in his arms, laying down on the bed as he sighed. ”stay,” he murmured, “or at least wait until my cum isn’t dripping down your legs.”

”just shut up if you don’t want to ruin your chances with me.”

shotaro laughed against your neck but he doesn’t say anything more, humming softly as your bodies relaxed against each other. you almost fell asleep to the sound of his breathing until he spoke, “you mean that?”

you pulled away slightly, staring at him. “are you actually giving me a chance?” his voice was small, filled with nerves and uncertainty.

you let out a soft giggle, “that was the best fuck of my life, of course i’m making the most out of it as long as you don’t fuck up.”

[sweetcrazyluvie]

241024 HAECHAN

[sweetcrazyluvie]

“you’re so warm and soft.” you mumble into bf!renjun’s neck, snuggling closer with your arms around his neck. you’re thankful the weather started to drop because now it means you can just cuddle more. not that you normally don’t, but now you can cuddle with a thousand blankets and a fluffy sweater.

“i forgot how clingy this weather makes you.” he closes his eyes, loving the feeling of your body on top of his. as much as he loves to tease, he actually loves having these moments with you. just silence, in each other’s arms, with the sound of rain if it does happen to rain that day. maybe a candle or two lit.

“love you, junie.” you whisper and move your head away from his neck to look at him. you smile when he slowly opens his eyes and smiles back at you.

“i love you too.”

[sweetcrazyluvie]

241023 JAEHYUN

[sweetcrazyluvie]

Sluttiest thing a man can do is wear a revealing neckline oversized sweatshirt and show off his small waist. I need him.

[sweetcrazyluvie]

Bf!Jungwoo... In your camera roll.

The first time I saw you, my heart whispered: ''That's the one.''

Masterlist.

[sweetcrazyluvie]

red velvet hearts.

pairing: bad boy!donghyuck x baker!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 7.7k

synopsis: you patch up a boy with a bloody nose and bruised knuckles, only to find out that he has quite the sweet tooth.

author’s note: why do i keep injuring hyuck in all my fics lmao??? anyways i tried to write his character a bit differently than i usually do to challenge myself so please let me know how you guys like it! also remember, ladies: this is fiction. you cannot fix him <3

warning(s): brief description of injuries, mentions of violence, maximum amounts of cringe and melodrama

playlist: all my ghosts by lizzy mcalpine ― heart eyes by coin ― close to you by gracie abrams ― sidelines by phoebe bridgers ― the alchemy by taylor swift

RECIPE 1. TIRAMISU

“This is not what I meant when I said you need your back blown out.” 

“Not funny. I almost died,” you grumble as you wrap the back brace around your torso. You hate the immediate relief you feel from the support it provides, no longer able to tell yourself that it’s really not as bad as it seems―which only makes you angrier. 

“Throwing your back out while lifting a giant bag of flour and nearly getting crushed to death by said flour is genuinely the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Yeri, your best friend (derogatory), snorts as she shakes her head. “I wish you had cameras in the storage room because I want to see that shit so bad.”

“Thank you for the brace. You can get the hell out now.” You roll your eyes. 

“So, what are you going to do now? Aren’t you swamped with orders?” Yeri asks, ignoring you completely. 

You have no clue what you’re going to do now. It isn’t just orders you have to worry about fulfilling; it’s also the freshly baked pastries that you have to sell every morning. After a year of blood, sweat, and tears, the bakery that you built from the ground up is finally starting to gain some stable business. So, of course, you chose now of all times to try to lift a bag of flour over your shoulder like you were Dwayne The Rock Johnson. 

“I think I’ll have to hire some temporary help,” you answer begrudgingly. 

“You could sound less like someone is holding you at gunpoint,” Yeri snorts, “Come on. It had to happen sooner or later anyway.” 

“I was handling things just fine on my own.”

“Were you, though?” Yeri raises an eyebrow, gesturing to your current state. 

You fear you walked right into that one. “Shut up and help me make some posters.” 

The two of you eventually manage to whip up some haphazard “Help Wanted” posters, the letters written in glitter pen and Yeri’s clumsy bubble text. You tried your best to fill in the empty gaps on the construction paper by placing Pompompurin stickers that you normally give to customers’ kids all over it. The posters look like a nine-year-old girl’s school project gone wrong, but you hope it’s charming enough to catch some attention. 

By the time you and Yeri finish hanging up all the posters, the sun is already starting to set, and all you want to do is go home and put a heating pad on your back. After saying bye to Yeri, you start making your way back to the bakery to lock up. Once you arrive, you notice a figure dressed in black slumped over in front of the door. You can see their shoulders rise up and down as they take in labored breaths, leaning against the glass door for support. 

Every rational fiber in your being screams at you to not approach the stranger alone, but it’s not like you can just leave this person at the front of your place of business. Cautiously taking a step forward, you squat down to eye level with the stranger, wincing slightly from back pain. Through the sweaty and matted mess of his brown fringe, you can see that the stranger is a young man around your age. However, his face is absolutely battered: bloody (and almost certainly broken) nose, split lip, black eye swollen shut, and a jagged cut on his cheek. If he notices your presence, he doesn’t show it, keeping his head hung down.

Gingerly placing a hand on his arm, you give him a small shake. “Excuse me? Are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?” 

His brows furrow, and he opens an eye (the only one he’s probably able to open) with a wince before lifting a finger and putting it against his lips. You notice that his knuckles are completely scraped raw. 

“Not so loud. I’m okay,” he answers. 

“You don’t look―” 

As if on cue, his stomach rumbles with a guttural growl that slowly drawls into a sputtering gurgle before dying out all together―leaving a long silence to hang between the two of you.

After another beat, he gives you a sheepish smile. “You got anything to eat?” 

You stare at him for a moment; his face is flushed, pink all the way down to his neck. 

And like a stupid horror movie character who opens the door to a room that clearly screams danger, you nod. 

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Fortunately, he―Donghyuck, as he introduced himself―ends up not being a crazy ax murderer. 

Unfortunately, you find yourself awkwardly sitting in your closed bakery with a virtual stranger, fiddling with a first aid kit while watching him absolutely devour a piece of leftover tiramisu that you had in your fridge. If the situation wasn’t so insane, you might actually think it was pretty funny. For someone who looks the way he does, this current picture of Donghyuck absolutely doesn’t suit him―bruised chipmunk cheeks stuffed with ladyfingers and cocoa powder stuck on his split lip. 

When he’s finished, Donghyuck looks over at you with a mesmerized expression on his face, as if you just fed him ambrosia. There’s a softness to his face that you didn’t think could exist underneath all that grime and dried blood. 

“That was…delicious,” he breathes. 

“Thanks,” you snort, pushing a glass of water towards him. Unsurprisingly, he chugs it in the blink of an eye. “I still think you should get those injuries checked out, though.” 

“Nah, I’ll rub a little spit in them and it’ll be fine,” he shrugs. 

“Don’t be gross,” you sigh, scooting your chair closer to him as you set the first aid kit on the table. “Now, come here.” 

Donghyuck reluctantly dips his head, and you carefully cup his jaw for support, disinfecting and applying ointment on the cuts and scrapes on his face. You also clean up the dried blood near his nostrils and on his bottom lip, and he doesn’t flinch even when you accidentally brush tender areas like his broken nose or the gash on his mouth. Instead, he stays perfectly still, leaned back in the chair with his forearms resting on his thighs and fingers nonchalantly laced together. 

He keeps his gaze trained on something past your shoulder, and you also try your best to focus, but it’s hard to keep yourself from staring―especially when his demeanor has changed so much. He’s so calm and quiet in such a cold, ruthless manner, as if he’s physically steeling himself from pain―like he’s done this a million times before. Occasionally, you feel his eyes swipe across your face when he thinks you’re not paying attention, and it occurs to you how close the two of you are. Suddenly, you’re acutely aware of the heat of his skin against your palm and fingertips, and you rip your hand away from his jaw. 

Clearing your throat, you move onto his hands, dabbing his raw knuckles with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol before placing large band-aids on them. Despite your best efforts, it’s hard not to notice how slim his long fingers are or how surprisingly clean his nail beds are for someone who’s covered in blood. You keep your head completely bent, fighting the urge of looking up and possibly meeting his eyes. 

“There, all done,” you announce a little too loudly. 

“Thank you,” he says softly, “for the cake and for this. For helping me.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I didn’t do much,” you blurt, still avoiding eye contact as you clean up the table. However, you notice in your peripheral that his gaze follows your movements, almost hesitantly, before he asks: 

“So, you’re hiring?” 

You click the first-aid kit shut, blinking a few times before turning back to him. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

“I―yeah. How did you know that?” you ask, puzzled by such a random question. 

Donghyuck points at a poster that you didn’t even know you left here, sitting on the table right behind you. You realize that he was probably looking at it while you were patching him up. 

“That poster that says ‘help wanted.’ With the Pompompurin stickers. I’m actually in between jobs right now, so if you would have me―”

“You know Pompompurin?” you interrupt him. It’s not that important and should not stand out to you as much as it does. Yet, you can’t help but grin at the fact that someone like him knows about a tubby Golden Retriever character with a name that sounds like a mashup of the English language’s most adorable onomatopeias. 

Donghyuck trails off, stiffening as if you just found out his deepest, darkest secret. He opens his mouth slightly, trying to speak but unable to formulate a response―an excuse, rather. Instead, he just lets out an airy cough, putting a hand over his mouth and turning away from you in an attempt to obscure his face. Despite his best efforts, he can’t hide his glowing red ears and the way his earlier coldness melts away.

“I―yeah,” he responds, words slightly muffled by his hand. 

You struggle to maintain your composure as you gnaw on your bottom lip to keep from laughing. Fighting a smile in your voice, you finally say: 

“The pay won’t be that much, but you’ll get a bunch of free desserts at the end of the day. Are you okay with that?” 

It takes him a moment to process that you’re offering him the job, and you watch his eyes light up and a warm smile overtake his face. There’s still a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks, clashing with the purple bruising and swelling of his injuries. 

“I’d love nothing more.”

Suddenly, it occurs to you that Donghyuck somewhat reminds you of a tiramisu. 

He may look a bit rugged and grimey, bitter like coffee, but in actuality, underneath it all, he’s soft and fluffy (but not too sweet) like a mascarpone filling. 

RECIPE 2. BLUEBERRY PIE

“Are you out of your mind?”

You cringe away from your phone, hurriedly turning the volume down. “Damn, you don’t have to scream like that.” 

“You should be the one screaming,” Yeri hollers. “I better not come over one day and find your body stuffed in the freezer or something.”

“I thought you wanted me to hire someone!” 

“Not some random dude off the side of the street who was covered in injuries and doesn’t even have any baking experience,” Yeri hisses. 

“I don’t need him to bake. I just have him working the front counter and doing all the heavy lifting when I get my ingredient shipments,” you protest. “Did you think I would really just hand over all my orders to some random dude and go party it up in Cancún or something?” 

Yeri is silent for several seconds before asking, “He’s hot, isn’t he?”

“What?”

“So you did know what I meant when I said you needed your back blown out.” You can hear the smugness in her voice. 

“Yeri,” you say tiredly, “please be serious.”

“I am serious. You’re the one being unserious,” she retorts. “Yesterday, you acted like you would rather sacrifice your firstborn child before hiring a part-timer, and now look at you. Dickmatized.” 

“Okay, I’m hanging up now.”

“So, when do I get to meet him―”

You quickly hit the button to end the call and shove your phone into your pocket, letting out an exasperated sigh. You definitely won’t be hearing the end of that for a while. Your face feels warm for some reason, and you decide that you need a coffee break. After you finish making it, you pour yourself and Donghyuck a cup. 

You peek your head out from the curtain that separates the kitchen and the front counter to see if Donghyuck is busy. He’s politely chatting with an elderly woman, and your eyes nearly pop out of your head when he takes out the entire tray of egg tarts in the glass display and wraps it up for her. The woman happily hands him a wad of bills and waves him goodbye. After putting the cash in the register, Donghyuck turns around and catches you in the middle of gawking. 

“Oh, Y/N. I was actually just about to head back there. We’re out of egg tarts for the display,” he says nonchalantly. 

“Uh, yeah, I can see that,” you whisper loudly, “Was that Mrs. Kim? Why the hell did she order a dozen egg tarts? That woman can barely finish a single cookie.” 

Donghyuck blinks, clearly confused, whispering back, “She asked for my recommendation, so I said egg tarts since no one had bought any yet, and she said she would take all of them.” 

You pause, things finally clicking. Grinning knowingly, you say, “You know, having you work the front is doing wonders for sales.” 

“I don’t understand.” He furrows his brows. 

You laugh, handing him his cup of coffee. “I’m talking about your face card, Donghyuck. You’re too handsome, so you’re flustering the customers.” 

“Are we not whispering anymore?” he asks awkwardly. “Besides, that’s not true. Look at the state of my face right now.” 

His injuries have faded significantly, but the bruising and cuts are still there. You want to tell him that superficial wounds can’t mask the warmth in his caramel-brown eyes, the fullness of his cheeks and the sharp jawline, and the air of mystery that enshrouds him and draws people in. 

But you don’t. 

“Well, for someone who’s only been working here for two weeks, you’re doing superb. Injuries or not.” 

And it’s true. You’ve always preferred to work alone because you’re the only one who understands how you want things done. You naturally assumed it would be a hassle and a waste of time to try to explain to someone else when you could just do it yourself, but Donghyuck never seems to need an explanation. In fact, he knows before even you. 

He gets to the bakery three hours before you, cleans and preps all the equipment you need for the day, unloads the ingredient shipments, and is already manning the front counter by the time you arrive like it was no big deal at all. He also seems to have a sixth sense of knowing when you’re about to do something you shouldn’t be, even though you downplayed your back injury. He’s somehow always there―moving all the stuff you keep on the top shelf to somewhere within your reach even though you insisted that the rickety wooden step stool you use is perfectly safe, cleaning up a glass beaker that you accidentally shattered, taking out the trash during his breaks, checking in on you when you skip lunch. He even turned down his first paycheck, saying it’s repayment for patching him up and feeding him. 

Donghyuck is so perfect that sometimes you wonder if you’re being set up, like maybe he’s secretly embezzling money from the cash register―which would be a more viable theory if he didn’t drive an Audi to work everyday. 

“Thanks for the compliment. And the coffee,” Donghyuck says, snapping you out of your thoughts. He gingerly takes a sip and makes a strangled noise, a mixture being choking and retching, before slapping a hand over his mouth. 

“Are you okay? Was it too hot?” you ask worriedly. 

“No, it’s just…really bitter,” he mumbles, words muffled in his hand. 

“Oh,” you blink, “Sorry. I drink black coffee, so I forgot to ask if you wanted creamer and sugar. Come on, there’s some in the back.” 

The two of you head to the kitchen, and you watch him dump an exorbitant amount of creamer and sugar in his coffee, the dark roast swirling into something more akin to milk tea.

“You know, there might be some chocolate milk in the fridge if you’d rather that,” you tease. 

His head shoots up, those doe eyes lighting up. “Really?” 

“No,” you trail off awkwardly, “Sorry, I'm just messing with you.” 

It’s a bit adorable that you can visibly see him being disappointed in there not being chocolate milk before growing embarrassed, looking down at his cup. He turns away from you, but you can see the flush on the back of his neck. 

“You really have a sweet tooth, huh?” you laugh. 

“Pretty lame, right?” 

“Why would that be lame? You’re talking to someone who owns a bakery, in case you forgot.” 

Donghyuck smiles at you, and it’s sugary sweet like buttercream frosting. He looks at you like you just said the most wonderful thing in the world; in fact, he always makes you feel like that, no matter what you say or do. “I guess you’re right.” 

“What’s your favorite dessert?” you blurt, needing a distraction urgently. 

He pauses briefly. “I don’t think I have one.”

That actually surprises you. “You don’t? Even though you love sweets so much?” 

He laughs, the sound harsh and rough, and it almost makes you flinch. “I’ve never really had an opportunity to have many until now.” 

There’s clearly weight behind his words, but you know you’re not in a position to ask any further. A selfish part of you wants to be important enough to him that you are in a position to know more, but you’re all too aware about him very purposefully keeping you at arm’s length. 

“Well, you have plenty of time to find out,” you quickly continue, pretending not to notice. “Actually, I’m going to a blueberry farm tomorrow because I’m thinking about adding blueberry pie to the menu. When I get back, I’ll bake one for you, and you can be the first to taste test it!” 

“You’re going by yourself?” Donghyuck raises an eyebrow. 

“Of course. Who else would I go with?” 

“Me. I’ll go with you,” he replies immediately. 

“But it’s, like, a forty-five-minute bus ride to the farm. Plus, coming with me to get ingredients isn’t part of your job description anyway,” you explain. 

“I can’t come with you on my own free time?” he asks, tilting his head. “Besides, I’m worried about you overexerting yourself with that back injury. A bumpy bus ride definitely isn’t going to help, so I’ll drive us there.” 

“You’re going to drive that fancy ass car to a farm? You do realize it’s going to be dirt roads, right?” You cross your arms. 

“I think I’ll live. Besides, what makes you think this is the only fancy ass car I own?” He gives you an amused smile. 

“You’re joking, right?” You stare at him. 

He hesitates for a moment. “Yes.” 

“That doesn’t sound―”

“What time are we leaving tomorrow morning?” 

“...Seven.”

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Unsurprisingly, Donghyuck picks you up right on time, not a minute too early or late. As the universe would have it, it rained the night prior―meaning all the dirt roads are now rivers of mud. You wince every time you heard a splat of mud hit Donghyuck’s pristine white car, but he seems to pay no mind to it. The two of you arrive at the farm within twenty minutes (he found a shortcut), and because you came so early, you get the entire farm to yourselves. The staff arms both of you with a large wicker basket each before setting you loose onto the massive property. 

“Okay, make sure to pick the fat ones. The small ones are super tart, so avoid those,” you instruct Donghyuck. “We’re going to fill these baskets to the brim and get our money’s worth.” 

“You got it, Captain.” He salutes. 

You give him a determined nod and a thumbs up before turning to your respective side and beginning to pick the blueberries. The two of you work without much fanfare or conversation, and it’s a silence that lingers between you comfortably. It reassures you to hear the sound of the bushes rustling from Donghyuck working; his companionship alone relaxes you. 

Eventually, when the sun starts peeking through and the weather grows warmer, both of you decide to take a break. You find a spot in the shade before sitting down, pulling out snacks and bottles of water from a backpack Donghyuck brought along. 

“I have a surprise for you,” you tell him, trying to hide a smile. “Close your eyes.” 

He eyes you suspiciously but does so anyway. You fish out a handful of unripe blueberries wrapped in a handkerchief from your pocket and feed some to him. His reaction is nearly instant the moment he starts chewing them; you watch as his face puckers up from how sour they are and his entire body shrivels into itself, a shudder running through him. He’s polite enough to not spit them out, but you’re not polite enough to resist pointing and laughing at him. Throwing your head back, you laugh so hard that your stomach starts to hurt. 

“Oh my God, your face!” 

“Ugh,” Donghyuck groans, taking a big gulp of his water. “I should’ve known you had sinister intentions from the start.” 

“I didn’t think you’d react like that,” you finally manage to say after catching your breath. “You really can’t handle anything except for sweet stuff.” 

“Are you having fun bullying me?” He rolls his eyes. 

“So much fun,” you say in a sing-song voice. 

Donghyuck tries to continue feigning annoyance, but he can’t help the low chuckle that rumbles in his chest. His eyes always soften when he looks at you, and his gaze is intimate like a lover’s―gentle, tender, unwavering, and vulnerable. But his warmth is always fleeting, and he only allows you glimpses of it through the unmoving walls that he’s erected around himself. 

You wish he wouldn’t indulge you so, terrified you’ll try to cross the line he’s drawn between the two of you. 

“What are you thinking about?” Donghyuck asks, trying to read your expression

“About the delicious pie I’m about to make when we get back,” you smile. 

“I see,” he responds, though it’s clear he isn’t convinced. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“You better be. This is how I’m paying you back for driving me here,” you nod. 

“Instead of that, pay me back by telling me what your favorite dessert is,” he suddenly says. “I do still want the pie, though.” 

“That was random,” you snort. “Why do you want to know my favorite dessert?”

“Because you asked me, but you never told me yours.” 

You suppose he has a point, but you find it ironic that he wants to know more about you when he refuses to offer you even a modicum of information about himself. Despite this, you tell him anyway because you are obviously the fool here. 

“If you must know, it’s red velvet cake,” you sigh. 

“Why?” 

You don’t answer at first, carefully thinking about if you’re ready to be vulnerable in front of him―still a virtual stranger. A virtual stranger who loves sweets. A virtual stranger who is a bit of a messy eater. A virtual stranger who knows Pompompurin. A virtual stranger who worries about you even when he’s not on the clock. A virtual stranger who gently tells you to be careful whenever you try to do something dangerous, whispering, “I’ll do it instead.” A virtual stranger who allows his luxury car to be caked in mud for you. 

“Because it’s the dessert that made me realize I want to do this for the rest of my life,” you finally say. “I baked it for my mom’s birthday, and I think I ended up being more excited than her.” 

Donghyuck stays quiet, gauging your reaction. 

“I was in college, studying to be a doctor like everyone else in my family. So, like a dumb young person who thought that dreams were more important than money, I dropped out of college and went to culinary school. My parents told me I was ruining mine and their lives, disowned me, yada-yada―a bunch of depressing stuff, you know. Eventually, I graduated, took out a huge loan, and opened up my own bakery. Worked a bunch of part-time jobs until my business could stand on its own. Now here I am. Still in debt, though,” you laugh awkwardly. “But I’m not doing too shabby. I was able to hire you, so at least I have a little cash to spare.” 

He still doesn’t say anything, so you find yourself starting to ramble. You’re really not sure what possessed you to trauma dump on him like that. 

“You know, a lot of people talk shit about red velvet cake because they say the only thing that makes it special is the red food coloring,” you hurriedly explain, “but that’s not true. The cream cheese frosting is super important too. Also, I always say love is the most important ingredient of all. As a baker, you’re kind of baring your heart to the customer, and isn’t it kind of cute that red velvet cake is red like a heart? Okay, please say something now or else I think I’m going to projectile vomit.” 

Donghyuck reaches over and brushes a sweaty lock of hair out of your face. His fingers brush over your temple, which makes you sharply suck in a breath. You almost lean into his touch, but you catch yourself. His hand slightly lingers on the side of your neck, like he wants to bring your face closer, but he eventually pulls away. 

He searches your face, and you’re not sure what he’s looking for―if anything. Rather, perhaps he’s not searching. Perhaps he’s committing your features to his memory, as if the way you look right now is something he wants to remember forever. 

“You’ve worked hard, Y/N,” he says softly, voice slightly hoarse. “This is long overdue, but congratulations. You achieved your dream, and don’t let anyone ever discount that. Not even yourself.” 

You wonder how long you’ve waited to hear that. You’re not even sure you knew you needed to hear that. But when Donghyuck says it, it hits you just how long and hard you’ve worked all on your own without a single break. Throughout the years, you’ve really only ever heard, “I’m sorry that happened.” When was the last time someone congratulated you? When was the last time you congratulated yourself? 

You surge forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his shoulder. Donghyuck cradles you against him, one hand wound tightly around your waist while the other is tangled in your hair. You can feel his chest rise up and down as he holds you. He smells like lavender soap and a bit earthy from being outside, and the warmth of his skin against your cheek makes you want to close your eyes and fall asleep in his arms. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

“No, thank you,” he murmurs into your hair. 

You’re not sure why he’s thanking you instead, but what you are sure of is that you’re crossing the line, taking a step towards him and wondering if he’ll meet you halfway. 

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“Tada!” you announce cheerfully, setting down the freshly baked blueberry pie onto the table. 

Donghyuck claps excitedly. “Holy shit, it looks amazing.” 

“I’m still trying to figure out the right portions for the filling, so let me know if you think there’s too much or little,” you tell him as you hand him a slice. 

Without even answering you, he stabs his fork into the pie and almost eats the entire slice in one bite, seemingly unbothered by the steam still rising from it. 

“Be careful. You’re going to burn your tastebuds off. I’m not letting you eat it for shits and giggles, you know. This is for research purposes.” You cross your arms. 

“It’s perfect, Y/N. I’m serious,” Donghyuck says after swallowing. “The filling isn’t too sweet, and the crust is airy and light.” 

“Well, alright, Gordon Ramsay. I think we’re going to be adding a new menu item then,” you smile. “Think you can get Mrs. Kim to buy a dozen of these?”

“I don’t think she’ll need much convincing with how good these taste.” 

“You’re so easy,” you tease. “All I need to do is feed you. Anyways, I’m going to clean up here, but you should head home. It’s getting late, and you wake up way earlier than me.” 

“I’ll help,” he insists. 

“Go,” you order, pointing at the door. “I can handle it.” 

He looks conflicted but eventually relents when you threaten to physically kick him out. Before he leaves, he turns back to you and says, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Why do you keep thanking me?” you laugh. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had this.”

“What? A blueberry pie?”

Donghyuck pauses, a slight wonder in his expression, as if he’s realizing his answer for the first time as well.

“Peace.” 

And you think maybe this is a step forward for him too. 

RECIPE 3. CREAM PUFF

It’s quite surreal how easily and naturally you and Donghyuck fall into a routine together. Somehow, in the blink of an eye, two weeks becomes two months. You’ve learned the little things about him, like how he always swipes some icing before you can fill up the piping bag or that he’s not a coffee drinker at all (more of a hot cocoa person) or that he purses his lips when a dessert he’s testing tastes off (no matter how hard he tries to hide it) or that he involuntarily sticks his arm out in front of you when he wants to stop you from doing something you shouldn’t. 

You also notice that he sometimes comes into work with injuries. They’re not nearly as bad as the first time you met him, but it’s hard to ignore a bruised cheek or bloodied knuckles. He always has a reason for them, whether it’s tripping down the stairs or accidentally falling down and scraping his hands on the concrete. You can tell by the way he laughs it off that he doesn’t plan on telling you the truth, so you laugh with him. The two of you, having taken only a step towards one another, find yourselves completely immobile now. 

He always does this: envelops you like a cloud but disappears the moment you reach out for him. 

You’re honestly not sure why he’s still here. Your injury has long healed, and he clearly doesn’t need the abysmal pay you’re giving him. He feels like he’ll slip away at any moment, fleeting like a warm spring breeze, and you suppose time flies by when you know it’s limited. Despite knowing that, you can’t help but desperately want him to stay. 

“I think it’s cute how hard he’s working,” Yeri randomly says one day as she eyes Donghyuck prepare orders in the front. He’s in the middle of a lunchtime rush, so he doesn’t even notice the two of you watching him like weirdos.

“Well, that’s what I’m paying him to do,” you reply, rolling his eyes. 

“Oh, I think the money is the least of his worries here,” she hums, taking a sip of her coffee. 

She has a point, but you’re pretty sure she’s implying something else as well. Just as you go to ask her what exactly she means, you hear a loud clatter. Flinching, you turn your attention back to Donghyuck and realize that he’s dropped a tray on the floor. However, the tray is the last thing on your mind when you see the expression on his face. It’s a mixture of horror, anger, and almost sadness―like he’s finally come face-to-face with whatever he’s been running from. It makes your blood run cold. 

Donghyuck is looking at a boy around his age; the boy has dark hair, a mole under his eye, and a grim expression. More importantly, he’s covered in injuries too. 

“Who is that?” Yeri whispers. “Why does Donghyuck look like he’s seen a ghost?” 

Maybe because he has, you want to tell her. 

Donghyuck grabs the boy's arm, squeezing so tightly that his knuckles turn white, and mumbles something to him. When he turns around and meets your eyes, he looks pained and fearful as if you witnessed something you shouldn’t have.

“Is it okay if I take my break early today?” he asks calmly, though the tremor in his voice gives him away. 

You nod hesitantly, unable to force yourself to speak. You watch him as he drags the boy out; when he passes you, you can tell how tightly his body is wound right now. His jaw is clenched, a muscle spasming as he tries to control himself, and every step he takes seems labored. He’s running on pure adrenaline right now, like he’s physically steeling himself. 

However, you don’t think he’s ever appeared so incredibly alone before. As you watch his back disappear further and further from your view, you’re unsure if he’ll ever return, and you never imagined how terrifying that would be. 

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The cream puffs aren’t rising.

You’re crouched in front of the oven, watching the dough remain flat and lifeless. You should’ve known better than to attempt to make cream puffs on such a shitty day, especially when pastries like these are so sensitive to the environment and atmosphere. Even though you know you should probably just scrap them and try again, you wait for just a little longer, hoping that maybe if you wish hard enough that they’ll magically start to rise. 

But then again you suppose that no matter how hard you try, no matter how careful you are, no matter how perfect the batter is, no matter how much time you spend time piping them, no matter how much you want them to rise, they won’t. 

You decide that Donghyuck isn’t like a tiramisu at all; he’s sensitive and delicate and elusive and frustrating like a cream puff. 

“Y/N, they’re burning.” 

Losing your balance and nearly falling over, you gasp loudly. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear Donghyuck walk into the kitchen, nor did you smell the undeniable scent of something being burnt to a crisp. 

“Oh, fu―!” you curse, hurriedly opening the oven and casually suffocating both you and Donghyuck with a hot plume of air. Sputtering, you look around and grab a random rag from the sink before reaching for the cream puffs. 

“Wait, stop!” Donghyuck stops you with an outstretched arm, his hand pressed to your side. “Let me do it.” 

He gently takes the rag from your hand and removes the tray of charred cream puffs from the oven, dumping them into the trash before putting the tray in the sink and running some water on it―just how you like it. 

Letting out a relieved sigh, he turns back to you and asks, “Are you okay? It’s not like you to make a mistake like that. You didn’t get burned anywhere, did you?” 

When you don’t answer immediately, Donghyuck rushes forward and grabs your hands, carefully examining your fingers and arms. “Wait, are you hurt? Where? Tell me where you got burned. We have to cool it down with some lukewarm water. And don’t just say you’re fine. Burns are not a joke, Y/N―why are you looking at me like that?” 

His hands are calloused and rough, and you can still see scabs from where he tore his knuckles, yet he touches you like you’re the delicate one. He’s covered in fresh and old wounds, yet he looks so panicked at the thought of you having a scratch. 

“Shut up,” you whisper furiously, ripping your hands away from him. “From now on, don’t ask me another question. It’s my turn to ask you questions.” 

He blinks, a bit stunned by your reaction, but it’s clear he knows what you’re about to say. He goes to reach for you again but decides against it. “Okay.” 

“Who was that guy?” you demand. “Why are you always covered in injuries? Why did you lie to me? Who are you?” 

“He’s an old friend,” Donghyuck starts quietly. 

“Do you treat all your friends like that?” 

“When I don’t want to see them.” 

You wait for him to continue.

“Before I met you, he and I and a few of our other friends worked…odd jobs for cash,” he explains, and he looks like he’s choking on every word. “The jobs usually entailed us hurting people and also getting hurt. I did a lot of shit I wasn’t proud of. At the time, I didn’t really care. It was just nice to feel something, whether it was the adrenaline rush from doing the punching or the pain from being punched. I got a bunch of money, bought a bunch of expensive stuff, but none of it mattered. Eventually, I just felt nothing again. I didn’t even have the energy to loathe myself anymore. So, I took one last job, got the shit kicked out of me, and then I left. That’s when you found me―”

He inhales, and his eyes flicker towards you. He gazes at you so longingly, as if you were impossibly out of his reach, that you can’t help but involuntarily take a step towards him. 

But he steps back. 

“I thought that working here would make me feel like a human being again, but I didn’t realize how much I would―” He pauses again. “I thought working here would be a nice reset for me, but I naively thought that I could completely leave my past behind. My friends eventually found me, and I guess I care about those reckless assholes more than I thought because they managed to convince me to take on a few more jobs with them. That’s why I’ve been coming to work with injuries. But I’m done. I cut them off for good when they walked into this bakery. I don’t want…I don’t want our past to tarnish this place. I want to keep this place a beautiful, warm, and pure safe haven that you worked so hard for it to be. That’s why I lied to you, Y/N. I’m a coward to the bone, and I was envious of you. I was ashamed to admit it to you. You, who had the courage to chase after your dream. You, who had the kindness to help a good-for-nothing asshole like me. I only want you to have happy memories from now on, and I am not one of them.” 

“Are you going to leave?” you ask softly. 

“I probably should,” he answers shakily. 

“What’s stopping you?” 

“Just…one reason.” 

“When you say it like that, it makes it sound like the reason is me.” 

Donghyuck laughs bitterly, and his eyes drag across your face like every movement hurts him.

“You know it’s you. It’s always been you.” 

When you reach for his hand, he turns away like just the warmth from your body heat burns him. So instead, you take a step back. 

“I won’t ask you to stay, Donghyuck, I won’t chase you. I’m going to wait right here, and it’s up to you if you're going to meet me halfway.” 

RECIPE 4. RED VELVET CAKE

When your alarm clock goes off the next morning, you seriously consider just not showing up to work. It’s not like you can be fired for being a no-show when you’re your own boss, after all. 

And it’s not like you have any employees who will be expecting you. 

You’ll just apologize to Mrs. Kim and your other regulars later. You’re allowed to have a day where you just rot in bed and feel sorry for yourself. 

However, no matter how much you tell yourself that, you find yourself crawling out of bed and getting ready anyway. You can’t seem to brutally crush that small glimmer of hope that Donghyuck might still be there, no matter how hard you try. When you see yourself in the mirror, you recoil in horror. Your eyes are almost swollen shut from the amount of crying you did last night, and your face is sallow and lifeless. 

So much for putting on a brave face, you think wryly to yourself. You tried so hard to look tough, when in reality, you bawled your eyes out and even considered praying to God for Donghyuck to stay. It’s a humiliating and humbling reality check. 

“Stand up right now,” you sharply tell yourself in the mirror. “He’s just some guy. Get it together.” 

You do your best to clean up your appearance and make the trek over to the bakery. It takes another internal pep talk before you can make your way to the door. After you finally walk up, you see that the lights inside are off. Your stomach sinks, and your eyes start to burn. Even though you’re holding the handle, you can’t bring yourself to open the door. It’s an outcome that you expected, yet you wonder why it hurts so badly. 

“You liar,” you mumble to yourself, “You said you only wanted me to have happy memories.” 

Once you make your way inside, you numbly head towards the kitchen, trying to remember what exactly you have to do today. Oh right, now that he’s not here, you also have to make sure all the ingredients are prepped first. 

When you walk into the kitchen, you do a double-take. 

The whole place looks like it’s been completely ransacked: used pans and utensils piled up in the sink, two opened boxes of cake mix, containers of ingredients without lids on on the tables, random lumps of flour and egg shells strewn about― 

And right in front of the oven is Donghyuck, flour in his hair and frosting on his nose. He’s holding a cake stand with…you think it’s supposed to be a cake on it? The shape is mangled and haphazardly cut, but it has echoes of a heart. The frosting is a hot mess, as if a bird with diarrhea shat all over the cake. The batter is clearly underbaked and makes the cake look gooey in a bad way. 

“Um, I promise I’ll clean all of this up in a second, but I wanted to surprise you,” Donghyuck starts awkwardly. “It’s not perfect, but I tried making a red velvet cake for you.” 

You stare at him, still not sure how to react. 

“You once said that baking is like baring your heart to the customer and that love is the most important ingredient of all,” he laughs softly to himself. “I think love is the only ingredient I managed to get right, but I’m baring my heart to you now, Y/N. I’m sorry I hid everything and lied to you, but I’m in love with you. Hopelessly so. All my life, I’ve chased a feeling, not knowing what it was. But now I do. I don’t think I knew how to feel until I met you. I never once thought I would ever have a purpose in my life, but you make me want to be a normal, proper member of society. Your dream is my dream. I want to wake up at 5AM and sell egg tarts with you for the rest of my life, if you’ll have me.” 

Donghyuck sets the cake down on a table in front of you, and you notice that his fingers are dyed red from the food coloring. It almost reminds you of when you first met him, except his injuries have been replaced with red food coloring, flour, and cream cheese frosting. 

“This cake is terrible,” you smile, “how did you butcher it that badly when you used cake mix?” 

You watch him blush all the way down to his neck, as he sheepishly looks away. “Don’t make fun of me. I really tried my best. I stayed up watching tutorials―” 

Leaning across the table, you cup his face with both hands and kiss him, brushing your thumbs across his cheekbones. He tastes like frosting, hot cocoa, and your prayers being answered. The way he kisses you back is bruising, dizzying and knocking any coherent thought out of your head, his hands finding your hips and anchoring you to him. He kisses you like you’re the sweetest and most wonderful thing he’s ever tasted.

When you finally pull away, it takes you a moment to regain feeling in your legs. Donghyuck presses his forehead against yours, lips brushing against yours once again as the two of you try to catch your breath. 

“I think I’m going to have to fire you, though,” you whisper. “You know, with me being your boss and all. The power dynamic is too weird.” 

He hums, pausing for thought. “Then how about I become your business partner?” 

“What?”

Donghyuck reaches into his pocket and fishes out his wallet, pulling out a shiny and fancy-looking credit card. He hands it to you without much fanfare. 

“I have a lot of money, you know. So I’m going to invest in your business. Use it as you’d like,” he casually announces.

You stare at him, your jaw hanging wide open. He never tried to hide from you that he was rich, but he never told you that he was rich rich. 

“Well, damn! Why didn’t you show me this earlier? I would have forgiven you a lot sooner,” you tease, slapping him on the arm. “Are you sure you want to give this to me? I’m quite the gold-digger, you know.”

“When I told you to use it as you’d like, I meant me as well,” Donghyuck replies, shrugging.

“You’re insane.” You hope he can’t tell how much your face is burning up. 

“I guess I am,” he laughs, and you don’t think he’s ever looked so free. You want to tell him that you hope he only has happy memories from now on too. You want to tell him that you’ll rewrite all of his scars with sugary and fluffy desserts so that they won’t ever hurt again. 

And for the first time in your life, you feel it too.

Peace. 

EXTRA

“So, have you figured out what your favorite dessert is?” 

Donghyuck stirs slightly, groaning, as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. He slips his hand under your shirt (well, technically it’s his shirt) and rests it on your bare hip bone. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?” 

“Because I’m curious.” 

“If I answer, will you let me rest?”

“Depends on how good your answer is.” 

“Blueberry pie. That’s my answer.” 

You smile against the crook of his neck. 

“Why?” 

“Because it’s the dessert that made me realize I want to do this for the rest of my life.” 

[sweetcrazyluvie]

(my) rockstar

── mark lee x you genre fluff content kissing, spiderman au... or not? wc 1.5k requested

good morning new yorkers, looking for another beautiful day here in the city?... a few clouds to start us off... the steady increase in sightings... of spider-man has sparked a debate...

“we interrupt the usual programming to report an arachnid issue in the subway this morning. it seemed to be that humanoids with bad demeanor were causing disturbs reported by users who were taking the subway on their way to work and alerted to the district police. when the police force arrived at the location, the alleged instigators had been captured in a kind of spider web. fortunately, no one was hurt. events indicate that it may have been the masked mystery that everyone nicknames spiderman... many wonder if he is an ally or an enemy, and if his presence will go for better or worse?”

static sound envelops the room when you turn off the tv and your sigh joins with one of the many forced exhalations your boyfriend makes to catch his breath. his wet hair sticks to his forehead and his mouth is half-open. a pink hue takes over his cheeks when he resumes his exercise after pretending not to have met his gaze with yours.

“this spider boy...”

“spider-man.” you look at him staticly as he shallows hard, “i mean... i think it's spider-man... with a hyphen in the middle,” he adds in a nervous chuckle.

“right,” you say, convinced. “this... spider-man, do you think he's good-looking?”

mark is startled when he checks in and sees that you've come closer since he last saw you sitting in his bed. from up close, you can notice that the blush has spread to his ears and neck. “good-looking?” he repeats, looking everywhere, but you.

“my girlfriends bet that he is,” you mention, searching his gaze when he starts to do sits-ups now.

“oh.” you watch him do five sits-ups before moving in front of him and leaving him with no escape.

his big brown eyes stare at you until he breaks a silly laugh. “i mean... i wouldn't know. isn't he wearing a mask?” his hair sticks to his partially wet forehead. “do you think he's good-looking?” he inquires after.

mark is sweaty from head to toe, he has sweat stains on his shirt, he probably stinks and yet you still consider him mesmerizing. “no. i don't.”

a silly smile dances at the corner of his mouth as he positions himself face down to start doing push-ups. his shoulder blades tighten under the shirt attached to his skin due to sweat, toning the muscles under the fabric; you contemplate the details of the back of his neck before deciding to press a little harder. “but he definitely has a lot of girls drooling over him, don't you think?” you put your head on your hand, eyes going up and down following his face every time he flexes.

“uh...” he chuckles. “he probably has, right?” you bite your lip at his curious quirk of answering your questions with another question. “he's quite famous nowadays. he's a superhero.” you see him having thoughts behind his eyes. “he's strong, he's agile, he shoots cobwebs. besides, everyone loves superheroes.” he looks at you, and the way he does it awakens something in you, an analgesic shot with a featherweight feeling.

you take advantage of the moment when he rises from his push-up to get into the small gap between his arms. his breath causes your lips to tingle. “he's just a guy.” you lighten his countenance with a soft smile.

“didn't you say he could get all your friends?” he asks squinting before he comes down to your face and his lips get inches away from yours. so close, you can already know how they feel like.

so damn close, it only takes you reach out for them.

and it is ephemeral, and charged. full of. mark's lips meet yours in a quick kiss that barely lasts a fraction of a second but wreaks havoc on you the next ones, leaving you lightweight. “he can't have me,” you say, eyes trying to stay open and struggling with your sedated heart.

your stomach is pulled when his mouth collides with yours, increasingly eager, deeper, burdened.

you don't have time to concretize your disordered emotions for him when he comes down again. and this time, he stays longer.

his mouth tastes of lollipops and fresh mint. his kiss is soft yet you feel stuck and short of breath, inviting his tongue to play with yours, melting your insides and leaving you perplexed when he pulls away.

and you've had time to catch your thoughts and put them back in place, falling into fulfillment where you can't escape what you think you know; it's not like you were stupid. “oh, my god. he can pull any girl!” you state dumbfounded, resigned to the meaning you both are aware about and don't want to confess to each other.

because he doesn't know that you know what he know... ?

you're stay in awe when mark kisses you slowly, his lips starting to move sheepishly over yours. his hot breath soaks your tongue in the caramel flavor of his mouth, as he breathes softly, going down a little bit more to kiss you better. “if it helps..., if i were spider-man, i'd choose just you, every time.” his doe eyes gaze at you dazingly and you give in.

“it helps, actually.” a smile emerges on your lips, wanting to meet his again.

mark pulls back slightly and you are a little groggy to pay attention to what he's saying. you barely grasp a little less of the end. “not saying that i'm spider-man, but if i was...”

“mark, i get it.”

you hum. “my boy.”

“you know, just to make it clear, because i don't want you to go around thinking i'm spider-man. i would love to, really. but i'm not. i'm just mark.” you kiss him to shut him up, and he smiles foolishly “your boy.”

[sweetcrazyluvie]

MDNI, 18+

CONTENT | jungwoo in his darn black glasses, pervy co worker jungwoo, smut with no plot, fingering, unprotected sex (dont)

WORDS | 1.8k

A/N | imagine that one kissing scene in the kdrama business proposal when the hot assistant took off his glasses to continue making out !!! and let's pretend there are no cameras in an office :D this was supposed to be a drabble, but there is a drought of jungwoo smut on this app, and i am here to provide. plspls send me thoughts </3

coworker!jungwoo was in the printing room when you entered. your heels clicked against the floor, making him lift his head to face you. his black glasses resting on the tip of his nose, which he pushed back with his finger. it was already late at night, and the two of you were among the employees left working at the firm because of your boss’s orders.

“hi, jungwoo.” you flashed him a tired smile.

“hey, y/n.” jungwoo greeted back. it wasn’t a secret that he had the biggest crush on you–he would be a fool not to have one–you were the most attractive woman in the entire building, and he knows this because he sees the way everyone turns their heads to look at you when you walk past them. he was guilty of doing the same, loving how your tight pencil skirt perfectly carves the shape of your hips all the way down to your ass, or how he gets a peek of your cleavage every time he towers over you

jungwoo felt his cheeks flush at his thoughts before returning his focus to the dcouments he needed to finish printing. he felt your presence beside him as he picked up the final paper that the machine ejected. he was about to leave when your hand on his arm prevented him from doing so.

“hey–do you think you can help me make a copy of these? i’m still not sure how to work this machine.” you sheepishly smiled at him. his eyes darting to your lips before he let out a gulp.

“y-yeah, let me show you.” you both faced the machine. feeling the sudden proximity you two have. your shoulders brushing against his chest as he muttered out instructions, but you were barely registering his words.

all you could focus on was how his arms were exposed due to his sleeves being tucked up, his muscles flexing occasionally as he pressed various buttons. you knew about his crush on you; you may have briefly heard him chatting with johnny in the break room the other day about how much he wanted to hit it. usually, you would be disgusted with how men talked about women, but there was something different about jungwoo. you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him equally attractive. he was one of the people you felt like you could trust around the workplace.

you sneaked a glance at him, his disheveled hair (probably due to running his fingers through it so much) added to his attractiveness. his tie loose from working overtime, and those damn glasses that looks way too hot on him.

“and that’s basically it.” jungwoo pulled you out of your thoughts as the machine started to make noise and make copies of the document you gave him.

“thanks, jungwoo. i appreciate it, let me know if there’s something i could help you with!” you offered, slightly hoping he could catch on to what you were trying to let on.

jungwoo felt hot, his lips pursed, nodding to your words before turning around and accidentally bumping into your shoulder causing you to drop the papers you gathered in your hands.

“i’m so sorry!” jungwoo kneeled down, collecting the papers he knocked over. the sight of him on his knees in front of you was not helping your imagination. you sat down to his level, trying to be mindful of the way you’re wearing a skirt. not missing how his eyes dart to the newly exposed skin of your thighs. you helped him in gathering the papers, fingers brushing over his making you bite your lip.

you both stood up once you finished cleaning up the mess, straightening up your skirt with your hands. he extended the papers to you. making sure to linger your fingers over his. growing frustrated at his inability to take the hint.

“jungwoo.” you placed the stack of papers on the counter next to the printer.

“hmm?” jungwoo looked you in the eye. his doe eyes staring at you intently.

“stop being so shy and do something.”

“w-what do you mean?”

you took a step forward, inching towards his body. “i heard the way you talked about me with johnny. where's that jungwoo now?” your hand reached up to play with his tie. his mouth opened in a silent gasp. breath hitching at the way your bodies are almost colliding. “you don’t think i notice your lingering stares? the way your eyes fall to my legs every time i walk by you? or how your stare into my lips every time we talk?”

jungwoo’s head turned to face the ceiling, looking anywhere but at you. “i’m sorry.” he mumbled. your hands snaking to his chest before reaching out to hook your fingers on his chin, forcing him to face you.

“if i minded, i would've said something by now, wouldn't i? but i didn't, which means…” you leaned up to him, lips dangerously close to his. “i wouldn't mind being slutted out by you.”

jungwoo groaned before grasping your hips and pushing your body against him. he attached his lips to you in a hungry manner. your eyes closed as his tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring every corner he could. his glasses bumping into your face, annoying you, which he realized because he pulled away from your lips only to snatch the glasses from his face and set them aside before he returned his lips to yours.

your hands made its way to the buttons of his shirt, pulling on his tie to loosen it even more. once you were done unbuttoning his shirt, you pulled away from him, admiring his stoned chest with your fingers lightly tracing over his abs.

“don’t tease me now, princess. been waiting for this moment forever.” he grunted as you played with the buckle of his belt.

“show me how much you want it.” that was all it took before jungwoo spun you around and bent you over the counter, hands sliding your skirt up to your hips, exposing your red lacy underwear.

“god, its like you planned for this to happen.” he groaned as his fingers rubbed your clothed entrance. you whimpered, unintentionally wiggling your ass for him, which drove him even more crazy. he slid your underwear to the side before collecting your arousal and running it up and down your folds. he inserted two digits into your hole, making you moan out his name. supporting yourself on the counter as his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling it which perfectly hit your sweet spot. pulling out to rub circles on your clit. “so wet for me, baby.” his fingers easily slid due to your wetness.

“jungwoo, please, w-want to cum.” his hand snaked around your body before placing it around your throat, pulling your body so that your back was against his chest. his fingers picking up the pace as you felt your stomach coil up.

“how is your pussy so tight, hmm? think i need to stretch you out before you take my cock.” he inserted a third finger into you, relentlessly fucking you with his fingers. you felt your legs shake, your chest heaving from the intensity. your hips pushing down to meet his hand. “be a good girl and cum for me.” he whispered in your ear. his thumb reaching for your clit, rubbing circles, making you gasp as you felt your release, cumming all over his fingers.

“oh my god.” you moaned. he pulled his fingers out and detached his hand from your throat. catching your breath, you turned to face him and was greeted by him sucking your arousal from his fingers which made you giggle.

“you taste amazing.” jungwoo pulled his fingers out of his mouth, and with his other hand, he grasped your chin and planted a kiss on your lips. tasting him and your juices. “now turn around, i’m not done with you yet.”

you yelped as he grabbed your hips and bent you once more over the counter. the sound of his buckle moving around and a zipper being pulled down was all you heard before his pants were at his ankles. his fingers hooking the waistband of your underwear, the thin fabric falling to your feet.

you whimpered when you felt the tip of his cock gliding over your folds, spreading your slick all over.

“can’t wait to fill your pussy up.” jungwoo said before pushing his cock into you, making you curse out his name. his length was thick. your pussy adjusting to his cock as he carefully started to move his hips. you held onto the counter as he started to pick up his pace. his hand resting on your ass as his cock stretched you open, the other collecting your hair and harshly pulling on it making you moan even louder. “you’re so tight, fuck–“ the sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, and you were thankful that you were the only people left in the office at this hour. he leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back, planting a wet kiss on your cheek. “could fuck you all day, princess.”

jungwoo grunted when he felt you clench around his cock, pulling you close to him as he tried to bury you even deeper.

“god, jungwoo!” you breathed out, biting your lip as his hand made its way to your clothed breast, squeezing it through the fabric.

“you sound so pretty like this, y/n.” his lips brushed over your ears as he whispered. “even prettier when you cum, baby." it didn’t take much long before you felt your stomach tense up again, your orgasm creeping close. you can tell he was close to his release, too, as his thrusts were getting sloppy. “fuck, baby. i’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

“inside.” you moaned out. you turned your head to catch a glimpse of him. his forehead covered in sweat that trickled all the way down to his chest. he noticed your gaze, which made him smirk and lean down to kiss you once more.

a few thrusts later, you came all over his cock. legs feeling weak as you could barely hold yourself up, but he continued to rock his hips, his cock twitching as chased after his release. with a final thrust, he let out the sexiest moan you’ve ever heard before releasing inside you. his cum coating your sweet pussy as your juices mixed together.

jungwoo pulled his cock out from you, feeling his cum drip down your legs. you turned around to face him, catching each other's breath.

he pulled his pants up to his waist, quickly zipping it. his hands reached down to the hem of your skirt, pulling it down so that you were decent. you smiled at the gesture. you grabbed his glasses that were resting on the counter. you pushed his hair out of the way of his face and placed his glasses on him. his eyes watching your every move. he looked so handsome in them.

you stepped out of your underwear, reaching down to grab it before stuffing it in his pocket. “wouldn’t want you to forget this night.”

“never in my wildest dreams.”

[sweetcrazyluvie]

241012 JUNGWOO

[sweetcrazyluvie]

Guess Who?

puppy hybrid!jake x human!reader x puppy hybrid!sunghoon warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, double pen, sensory deprivation (blindfold), oral (f.rec), fingering, knotting, spanking (slight), petnames (pup, baby, baby girl), poly relationship, includes mlm (kissing and humping), jakehoon are cute and hybrids obvs, not proofread, anything else lmk! w.c: 15.1k synopsis: for your 21st birthday, your two devoted puppy hybrid boyfriends decide to help you celebrate in a way only they know how. a/n: hi! i've been mia for nearly three weeks and i'm so sorry! ofc my return had to be for my baby @yzzyhee's birthday! love of my life, i really hope you like this and you have a great day :(( you make my life a million times better and i am so thankful you were born! i love you! p.s i will never make another hybrid fic again, this shit is hard. comments, reblogs, etc are all welcome!!

You unlock the door, the key clicking softly in the lock, and as it creaks open, a hushed murmur greets your ears.

“Shh, she’s coming!” 

“Shut up, she’ll hear you, you idiot!” 

Your brow furrows as you step into the flat, uncertainty settling in your chest. The room is blanketed in near-total darkness, an odd quiet stretching across the air. Faint shadows dance and flicker as if they’re alive, shifting ever so slightly in the blackness. You hesitate on the threshold, taking a breath- click - the lights burst into life, filling the space with a warm, glowing radiance.

The sight before you takes your breath away. The entire room has been transformed, dressed in delicate pink, black, and white ribbons that cascade from the ceiling in beautiful, sweeping spirals. They trail down walls and weave across the furniture, shimmering gently as they catch the light. A large banner stretches across the far wall, the letters in glittering gold spelling out ‘Happy 21st Birthday!’ in an elegant, swirling font. Balloons hover in the corner, two enormous numbers bobbing amid a sea of smaller ones, all in shades of blush, rose, and cream, softly swaying with each movement of air.

It feels like you’ve stepped into a dream, everything so perfectly curated and thoughtful, the air brimming with sweetness. A fond smile spreads across your face, but your attention is soon drawn to the two figures standing in the middle of the room.

Sunghoon and Jake, your two mischievous puppy hybrid boyfriends, are still bickering, their argument continuing even though you’re clearly in the room. They’re adorably oblivious to your presence, caught up in blaming each other for almost ruining the surprise.

“You were supposed to stay quiet!”

“Well, if you hadn’t stepped on that balloon-”

Their argument plays out like a well-rehearsed comedy act. Jake, with his floppy ears twitching in irritation, points accusingly at Sunghoon, whose pointier ears are now folded back in frustration. You watch with amused affection, knowing full well that this dynamic between them is part of the package. Sunghoon is the more serious of the two, precise and calculated, while Jake is more playful, his carefree nature often leading to these light-hearted clashes. The way their ears move is a telltale sign of their emotions, and you’ve come to love how expressive they are without even realising it.

You stifle a giggle and finally decide to make your presence known, clearing your throat. The sound cuts through their argument, both pairs of ears immediately perking up. Sunghoon’s ears shoot upright for a second before they fold back again in a mix of sheepishness and surprise, while Jake’s ears give an almost comical jump as he turns to face you with wide eyes.

“What’s all this?” you ask, your voice warm but teasing as you gesture to the room’s elaborate decorations. Despite your best effort to keep your tone light, you can’t help but feel touched by the effort they’ve put in.

You had told them not to make a big deal out of your birthday this year. You didn’t want any fuss; after all, you’ve always treated birthdays like any other day. A quiet dinner, maybe a movie, nothing more. But you should’ve known better. The boys are nothing if not loyal by nature, and deep down, they both knew that if you came home to no celebration, especially on your 21st birthday, you’d feel a pang of disappointment, even if you tried to hide it.

As soon as you left for uni this morning, they sprung into action. Skipping their own mid-morning classes, they rushed off to the store. It didn’t take long to find the perfect accessories out of your favourite colour scheme. After just over a year together, they knew you inside and out. They picked out everything meticulously, but what warms your heart the most is the extra effort they put into hand-making some of the decorations.

Sunghoon, ever the perfectionist, probably spent hours crafting the intricate paper flowers that now adorn the table, each one delicately folded with precision. Jake likely took charge of blowing up the balloons, glueing gems and bows to their otherwise minimalist surfaces, and arranging them in a way that screams pure enthusiasm. 

They wanted it to be perfect. They wanted you to feel special because, to them, you are special. The thoughtfulness behind every tiny detail, from the glittering banner to the colour of the ribbons, speaks volumes about how much they adore you.

Your mind begins to drift back to the very beginning, to the day you first met them at the university’s human-hybrid mixer. It had been a nerve-wracking event, designed to help bridge the gap between humans and hybrids, building a sense of community. You weren’t quite sure what to expect, but as soon as you walked into that room and laid eyes on them, something shifted inside you. It was instantaneous, like the world had clicked into place. You hadn’t even exchanged words before you felt the tug - something deep, raw, and undeniable pulling you towards them.

Hybrids, you have learned, can experience soul ties with humans. It’s a bond deeper than even the most romanticised ideas of soulmates, more visceral and primal. There’s no logical explanation for it, but once it happens, it’s unbreakable. That’s what had happened between the three of you. From the moment you met, there was no going back.

Sure enough, Sunghoon and Jake felt it too, that sense of loyalty, affection, and devotion that goes beyond anything they had ever experienced. Soul ties like this usually only happen between one hybrid and one human, yet they both felt that magnetic pull to your heart. The day after the mixer, they had sat down together, the atmosphere between them heavy with the weight of this newfound connection. It hadn’t been easy. The bond between them and you was so intense, neither of them wanted to lose the chance to be with you, but they couldn’t bring themselves to fight over you either.

They talked for hours that day, confessing how deeply they felt drawn to you. Neither wanted to step aside for the other, but at the same time, they couldn’t imagine you with just one of them. It wasn’t until the conversation led to you - when they thought about how you might feel - that the solution became clear. It wasn’t about competition or winning you over. It was about all three of you, together.

Being best friends, they always joked about being tied to one another too in some way, whether platonic or not. Their love for one another has been there ever since they first met, not a soul tie, but definitely something. That fact just made their decision final; both of them would have you.

When they finally brought the conversation to you, you’d been surprised, of course. The idea of being in a relationship with two people, much less two puppy hybrids, was a lot to process. But you couldn’t deny the pull. That inexplicable bond had wound itself around your heart, and no matter how much you tried to rationalise it, you felt it just as intensely as they did. Eventually, the apprehension faded, and you gave in to the inevitable.

And now, here you are, standing in the middle of your flat, staring at your boyfriends who have gone to great lengths to make your 21st birthday special. 

Jake is the first to make his move, skipping towards you with the kind of joyful energy that’s distinctly him. His wide, boyish grin grows even larger the closer he gets. He practically leaps into your arms, winding himself around you like an affectionate puppy, arms squeezing you tightly as though he might never let go.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” he says, his voice filled with excitement, the words almost a little breathless from his eagerness.

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him just as tightly. With Jake, it’s always like this - his hugs are all-consuming, full of warmth and enthusiasm. His body presses against yours, not just with strength but with an earnestness that’s pure and unguarded. It feels like he’s trying to merge your two bodies together, as though the closeness could never be enough. He nuzzles into your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes you in, basking in the comfort of your touch.

Jake loves being affectionate, perhaps more than anything. He thrives on physical contact - the soft pressure of your hand against his, the way your fingers thread through his hair, or the way your bodies fit together when he wraps you up in one of his bone-crushing hugs. It’s as if every moment spent apart from you is too long, and when he finally has you in his arms, he can’t help but revel in the feeling of having you close.

His head rests against your shoulder, his floppy ears brushing your cheek as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. There’s a kind of vulnerability in how open he is, how unabashedly he shows his love for you. His body, though strong and lithe, feels almost like a blanket of warmth around you, cocooning you in his affections. He never holds back - whether it’s a kiss, a hug, or just the way he lingers close to you, as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

Sunghoon approaches with a more measured pace, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watches Jake all but smother you. There’s no rush in his steps - he’s content to let Jake have his moment. He’s always been the more reserved one, the quiet presence beside Jake’s exuberance. But that doesn’t mean he loves you any less; his affection is simply more silent, more subtle, yet just as deep.

When Sunghoon reaches you, he gives a light pet on your head, his touch gentle but firm. Then, with a soft breath, he leans down and places a feather-light kiss on your lips. It’s not hurried or overly eager, but the tenderness in it makes your heart flutter. “Happy birthday, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a little lower, intimate.

While Jake is excitable, Sunghoon’s affection is steadier, more controlled but just as sincere. He’s a border collie hybrid, after all, a little more relaxed than Jake’s golden retriever mix. Sunghoon’s affection comes through in smaller gestures - a brush of his fingers against your arm, a lingering glance, or a kiss placed gently on your forehead when no one’s looking. He’s not as overt as Jake, but the intensity of his love is undeniable, simmering just below the surface, waiting to be felt in those quieter moments.

You shift one of your arms from Jake’s back and lift it to scratch behind Sunghoon’s ear, knowing full well how much he enjoys it. His eyes close slightly, and a faint smile curves his lips as he leans into your touch, savouring the sensation.

“Thank you,” you say softly, looking between the two of them. “Both of you. But you really didn’t have to do all of this.”

Jake’s head lifts from your shoulder, his face full of adoration as he looks at you, his brows pulling together just enough to show how deeply he feels. “We wanted to,” he says earnestly, his voice softening in the way it does when he’s especially emotional. His floppy ears jitter a little as his eyes search yours, a mix of happiness and tenderness reflecting in them.

Standing beside him, Sunghoon nods in quiet agreement. There’s no need for him to say anything; you can feel his love just in the way he gazes at you, calm but unwavering. For him, the effort was never a chore - it was an expression of something deeper, something he couldn’t quite put into words but hoped you’d feel in every ribbon hung, every balloon tied, every delicate touch that went into creating this moment.

You can feel a tightness in your chest as their love surrounds you, almost tangible in the air between the three of you. Your heart swells with emotion, and for a second, you’re not sure what to say. What can you say to thank them for this? Words hardly seem enough to capture the overwhelming gratitude, the pure affection you feel for them both.

Reaching up to your face and breaking the hug, Jake brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your cheek, warm and gentle. His eyes, dark and soft, reflect his adoration for you. There’s a purity in Jake’s love - a kind of innocence that comes with his boundless energy and enthusiasm. He doesn’t need to hide it or temper it. His affection is full-force, all-consuming, and it’s impossible not to be swept up in it.

“We actually didn’t just want to,” Jake says after a moment, his voice still soft but tinged with that familiar playful sincerity. “We had to. You deserve it. You deserve more than this.”

There’s something in the way he says it that makes your breath catch in your throat. His tone is so earnest, his belief in what he’s saying so unwavering, that you feel your cheeks warm slightly under his gaze. Jake has always had this way of making you feel like you’re the most important person in the world - like he’s constantly in awe of the fact that you’re his.

“You know we couldn’t let today go by without doing something,” Sunghoon murmurs, his voice a little lower, more intimate. “It’s your 21st, after all.”

His hand moves to the small of your back, guiding you into a gentle embrace. Sunghoon’s touch is gentle but commanding, like he’s savouring each second of closeness. He doesn’t rush; he never does. Instead, he pulls you into his side slowly, his body warm against yours. 

For a moment, you’re caught between the two of them - Jake’s eager touch on one side, Sunghoon’s soft and subtle presence on the other - and it strikes you just how perfectly balanced everything feels. The way they complement each other is something you’ve come to love more than anything. 

You will never understand why more people don’t have a poly relationship like this. But then again, you three are special, connected by fate.

Pulling back slightly, you look at both of them, a smile tugging at your lips. “You guys are too much,” you say, shaking your head fondly. “But I’m not complaining.”

Jake’s grin stretches across his face, his eyes lighting up at your words. “Good!” he exclaims, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for another quick, excited squeeze. “Because there’s more!”

Sunghoon lets out a small chuckle beside you, shaking his head at Jake’s enthusiasm. “We may have gone a little overboard,” he admits, though there’s no hint of regret in his tone. If anything, he seems quietly pleased with how everything has turned out.

Jake steps back, his hand slipping into yours as he tugs you towards the centre of the room, where the table is set up. “Come on, we’ve got cake!”

Yanking you toward the table, Jake gestures you to a spot on the dining table where a heart-shaped cake sits proudly in the centre, stealing the spotlight among the delicate decorations. It’s adorned with soft pink frosting that traces a neat border around the edges, forming a perfect frame for the simple yet heartfelt message written in slightly uneven, hand-lettered icing: Happy 21st Birthday, Y/N. The pink lettering pops against the soft cream-coloured surface of the cake, and small cherries dot the edges, adding a bright touch of red. Around the base, tiny white pearls encircle the cake, giving it a touch of elegance.

Your smile widens as you take in the cake’s beauty. “This is so…” you begin, laughter bubbling up as you admire the thoughtful details. “You guys didn’t make this, did you?”

“Fuck no,” Jake laughs, eyes sparkling with mischief as he swipes a finger across the back of the cake, scooping up a dollop of frosting. He waves it playfully in front of your lips, teasing you with the sweet temptation. “We’re talented, but not this talented.”

Without missing a beat, you lean forward and suck the frosting off his finger, your tongue brushing against his skin. Jake’s ears twitch in excitement, his eyes widening, and his smile turns bashful, almost shy. His floppy ears, always so expressive, bounce with joy as he watches you enjoy the taste. The frosting is sweet, creamy, and delicate on your tongue, the perfect combination of sugary delight and subtle flavour. You nod in appreciation, your eyes flicking between Jake and Sunghoon.

“It’s amazing,” you say, licking the last bit of frosting off your lips. “Thank you.”

Sunghoon, who’s been watching the two of you with a soft, amused expression, steps forward. “We can have some after presents,” he says, his voice smooth and calm. He reaches behind the table, and your curiosity piques as he pulls out three carefully wrapped boxes, each one tied with a neat ribbon.

Your heart flutters with anticipation as you sit down, the three gifts now laid out in front of you. “You guys didn’t have to-”

“Stop saying that!” Jake interrupts with a laugh, his tail wagging in spirit if he had one. “Just open them!”

With a smile, you carefully tug the ribbon on the first box and peel back the wrapping paper. The box is sleek and black, and as you open it, a familiar scent hits you before you even see what’s inside. It’s the Prada perfume you’ve been eyeing at the store for weeks, the one you always stopped to test but never quite convinced yourself to splurge on. Your breath catches as you lift the bottle from the box, its elegant design glimmering in the light.

“You remembered,” you whisper, your fingers tracing the smooth glass.

Sunghoon smiles softly, his eyes meeting yours. “Of course we did. We noticed how you always looked at it, and we wanted to make sure you had it.”

“Plus it gives us an excuse you smell you,” Jake adds, already imagining all the ways he can attach his lips to your neck and wrists, engulfing his senses in your new scent. Jake loves to sniff you, to know every note of your aura, it’s intoxicating. He thinks your natural scent is the most delicious though.

You feel a warmth spread through your chest, touched by the thoughtfulness of their gesture. The aroma of the perfume lingers in the air as you place it back in the box, turning your attention to the second gift.

The next box is smaller, and when you open it, your heart skips a beat. It’s a mixtape, decorated with a simple hand-drawn label featuring little doodles of stars, hearts, and music notes. You can’t help but giggle softly as you look over the list of songs, recognising some of your favourite artists immediately - Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, and a mix of other singers you love.

“We put all your favourites on there,” Sunghoon says, his voice tinged with pride. “And a couple of new ones you might like, or songs that make us think of you.”

You run your fingers over the tape, your smile growing. “This is so sweet,” you say, glancing up at them. “I love it.”

The gift is thoughtful, so much time and effort to select every song, place them in order, and decorate the label. It’s gifts like these that make you feel understood and known, that it’s not just a gift someone bought because they had to get you a present, but a declaration of their adoration and understanding of you as a person. It’s cliche, sure, but you love it all the same and will cherish it for the rest of your life.

You don’t have the heart to tell them you don’t own a cassett player though...

But the third box is the one that truly tugs at your heartstrings. It’s a little larger than the others, and as you carefully untie the ribbon, your eyes land on the softest, fluffiest star-shaped plush toy you’ve ever seen. Its smile is embroidered in delicate stitches, and its squishy texture is irresistible. You can’t help but let out a soft pout as you hold it up, hugging it to your chest with a small pout of delight.

Jake grins, clearly pleased with your reaction, but before you can say anything, he nudges you lightly. “Wait, there’s more. Look inside the box.”

You place the plush aside, curiosity blooming as you peer back into the box. At the bottom, there’s a small envelope. You pull it out and open it, revealing a certificate. Your eyes widen as you read the words, the meaning sinking in.

This is to certify that the star, Vega, in the constellation of Lyra has been named in honour of Y/N L/N.

You look up at them in disbelief, your heart swelling with emotion. “You…you bought me a star?”

And not just any star, but Vega, one of the brightest stars in the night sky. It appears mostly in summer, which is exactly the season you all started dating, the same season in which you saw the beautiful star and marvelled at all its hope and wonder. It represented you, the puppies knew that, you shine brighter than anyone else in their life, and with the sun unable to purchase, Vega was the next best thing.

Jake nods, his eyes filled with excitement. “To show you that you’re always a part of our universe.”

Sunghoon steps closer, his hand resting on the small of your back. “We wanted something that would last forever, just like…well, just like us.”

Tears well in your eyes, not because of the star or the gifts, but because of the love behind them - the thought, the care, the intention to make you feel special in a way only they could. You’re at a loss for words, but your expression says it all. They’ve made you feel like the centre of the universe.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion as you look between them.

Jake pulls you into another tight hug while Sunghoon rests his hand on your back, the solid warmth of his presence grounding you in the moment. They’re everything to you, and today, they’ve made sure you know how much you mean to them.

Sunghoon moves closer, his hand steady on your back as his other gently cups your cheek, wiping away the tears that have slipped down without you even noticing. His touch is delicate, and the concern in his eyes makes your heart ache with tenderness. “You’re so precious to us, Y/N,” he says softly, his voice almost a whisper. “I know this might not be much, but I hope you like it.”

You let out a quiet scoff, the absurdity of his words catching you off guard. Not much? How could he possibly think that? This - all of this - was more than anything anyone had ever done for you. The decorations, the gifts, the thought they had put into every detail...It was overwhelming, in the best possible way. You shake your head, a mixture of disbelief and affection swirling within you.

“Not much?” you repeat, your voice thick with emotion. “Are you kidding? This is everything. More than I could have wanted.”

“Good,” Jake exclaims behind you, “Because we aren’t done yet.”

Jake's grin grows impossibly wider as he bounces on his heels, clearly unable to contain his excitement. You tilt your head at him, feigning curiosity. "What do you mean?" you ask, eyeing him playfully.

Leaning into your ear, Sunghoon’s low chuckle sends a shiver down your spine. His breath brushes the sensitive skin just below your earlobe, making your heart race a little faster. “Jake’s set up a few games for us to play. His idea, not mine," he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear in a way that feels both teasing and intimate. "I can’t take credit if you enjoy it,” he adds before nibbling at your earlobe, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. “But if you don’t, I’m definitely not taking the blame.”

His mischievous whisper ignites warmth in your chest, but before you can respond, Jake comes bounding back, arms full of props. He’s beaming, the kind of uncontainable energy that only comes from him in moments like this - utterly contagious.

“Okay!” Jake exclaims, barely containing his excitement. “So, you need to choose between one and three.” He hides the items behind his back, swaying his hips like an eager child waiting for you to pick. His whole body vibrates with anticipation, his floppy ears bouncing slightly as he waits, his grin impossibly wide. He’s so irresistibly adorable like this that you can’t help but laugh softly at his excitement.

You look up at the ceiling, pretending to think long and hard, your eyes dancing with playful mischief. The corners of your lips twitch as you hum dramatically, one finger resting on your chin. “Hmm... let’s go with one!” you announce, drawing the word out for effect.

Jake’s excitement explodes as he reveals his choice: two large, fuzzy fake tails in a variety of colours. Sunghoon’s immediate groan is deep and regretful, contrasting sharply with Jake’s pure glee.

“Not this one,” Sunghoon mutters under his breath, sounding utterly exasperated.

Curiosity piqued, you raise an eyebrow. “What is it?” you ask, looking between the two of them. Their polar opposite reactions have you intrigued.

“Pin the tail on the hybrid,” they answer in unison - Sunghoon’s voice low and filled with immediate regret, while Jake practically bounces with enthusiasm.

Jake clearly had a hand in creating this game and you can't help but laugh as the details slowly click into place. Since hybrids like Jake and Sunghoon, who are part of the newer generation, don’t have tails, Jake had come up with the idea of mimicking a playful, somewhat childish game like ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey,’ but with a hybrid twist.

"Wait-" you laugh, holding your sides as the image fully forms in your mind, "Is it a butt plug or something?"

Both of them freeze, looking at you with wide eyes and a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"No!" Jake shakes his head so vigorously that his floppy ears bounce wildly. "Blindfolding you and having you wielding a metal butt plug doesn’t sound very safe." His lips twist in playful dismay, but he quickly regains his sunny disposition, his excitement bouncing back full force. “I’ve got little Velcro patches, see? We each take turns, and you try and pin it on us until you get one right.”

You’re still giggling, the absurdity of it all getting to you. “So, I’m pinning tails on you guys?”

“Yes…” Sunghoon groans again, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s...so embarrassing.” He sounds thoroughly defeated, but you know him too well by now. There’s no real annoyance behind his words - just that reluctant indulgence that comes when Jake’s happiness is at stake. And there’s something adorable about how much he’s willing to go along with Jake’s excitement, even if it isn’t to his taste.

Jake skips over to Sunghoon with unrestrained glee and, without any warning, gives Sunghoon’s backside a playful smack, placing the large Velcro circle right where it needs to go. “You’re first, Hoonie!” Jake declares with a mischievous grin, fluttering his lashes at the Border Collie.

Sunghoon sighs, resigned to his fate. “Great,” he mutters, shooting you a look that’s half annoyed, half amused as he walks over to the couch, using the armrest as an X on the ground.

Not wasting any time, Jake turns to you with the blindfold in his hand, eyes gleaming with joy. “Your turn, Y/N.” He steps closer, moving with a deliberate slowness that makes the air between you spark with a new kind of tension.

As he reaches up to gently tie the blindfold around your head, his fingers graze the nape of your neck, sending goosebumps down your spine. His movements are slow, almost sensual. You feel the softness of the fabric brush against your skin as he secures the blindfold, but it’s the way his lips hover close to your neck that really makes your breath catch.

Jake doesn’t stop there. He lets his lips trail a gentle kiss down the curve of your neck, his breath warm and teasing against your skin. “You look so good like this,” he murmurs softly, his voice dripping with playful affection. It’s a mix of excitement and something deeper - something that sends your pulse racing.

If there is one thing Jake loves to do, it’s send your mind in a tizzy. Behind all the fun and gleefulness of his nature, comes those dog-like sexual urges. He changes so rapidly that you get emotional whiplash, only adding to the tingles you feel all over your body. 

This also isn’t the first time he’s blindfolded you, so the memories of those nights with his cock pounding into you as you stare into darkness come flooding back, settling deep into your stomach.

His hands linger on your shoulders, fingers squeezing gently before he steps back, leaving you standing there, blindfolded and just a little breathless.

“You ready?” Jake’s voice is light, teasing, and you can almost hear the grin on his face as he spanks you, much like he did Sunghoon only a minute ago.

You nod, unable to suppress a smile. “Ready.”

With the blindfold in place, you hear Sunghoon shuffle awkwardly in front of you. “This is ridiculous,” he mutters, though there’s a faint hint of amusement in his voice. You can practically hear his smirk, even if you can’t see it.

Jake giggles in the background, clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, baby,” he says, guiding your hands toward one of the tails. “Let’s see how good your aim is.”

As you take a few tentative steps towards Sunghoon, your hand reaches out instinctively, fingers hovering just above his body, ready to feel for the perfect spot. But before you can make contact, Jake’s playful voice cuts through the air.

“No touching! That’s cheating!” he chides, chuckling behind you with a cheeser on his face.

Huffing, you concede to his rules, pulling your hand back and placing it behind your back. You focus harder now, relying on your instincts to guide you. You can hear Sunghoon shifting slightly, likely in quiet amusement at your predicament, but he remains silent, waiting.

With your free hand, you move the tail towards where you think his lower back is, feeling proud of your guess. You press the Velcro onto his body, releasing the fluffy tail with a satisfied nod.

Pulling off the blindfold, you blink a few times to adjust to the light. As your vision clears, you burst into laughter. The tail sits just above Sunghoon’s lower back, nowhere near where it should be. You glance at him, expecting him to grumble, but instead, he’s biting back a smirk, his lips twitching as he stares down at the misaligned tail.

Jake laughs from the side but is supportive, ever your cheerleader. “I think it was okay!” he chirps, always the optimist when it comes to you. To be fair, it was closer than you thought you’d manage.

“Me next!” Jake announces, barely giving you a moment to catch your breath. The game continues, full of light banter and laughter as you go back and forth between pinning tails on Jake and Sunghoon. Each time, you aim for the perfect spot but always fall just a little short, earning chuckles and teasing remarks from both of them.

Finally, after a few failed attempts, you manage to stick a tail exactly where it belongs. You cheer loudly, jumping up and down in triumph. “Knew I could get one!” you exclaim, spinning around in a small victory dance.

As you twirl in triumph, your victory cry still echoing in the air, you catch a glimpse of Jake and Sunghoon exchanging glances. Their smirks deepen, a silent exchange of thoughts that sends a ripple through the room. The laughter fades, and suddenly, the lighthearted atmosphere shifts. There’s a weight to the air now, something simmering beneath the surface. It makes your pulse quicken, a flicker of awareness spreading through you. You feel the intensity in how their eyes trace your movements, lingering a beat too long.

Sunghoon steps forward, his gaze sharp and unwavering, and for the first time in the game, his tone has lost its playful edge. "Put the blindfold back on," he says. His voice, once light and teasing, now carries a gravity that sends a shiver cascading down your spine. It's not a request - it's an instruction. The room seems to tighten around you, the shift in his voice enough to steal the breath from your lungs.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you reach for the blindfold. The fabric feels different this time as you slip it over your eyes, no longer just a tool for the game but something that heightens the tension. Darkness envelops you, and in the absence of sight, your other senses heighten. You feel the thudding of your heart in your chest, the way your breathing speeds up, shallow and anticipatory.

The room falls quiet - eerily so. The only sounds are soft footsteps and the faint rustling of fabric, too faint to locate. Without your sight, every shift in the air feels magnified, every sound sharper. The unmistakable sound of Velcro tearing apart makes you inhale sharply. You can picture it in your mind, the boys silently stripping the patches from their trousers, and though you can’t see, the tension thickens in your throat. You don’t know what they’re planning, but the unspoken intensity between you all leaves your skin prickling.

So you aren’t playing another round…

The moment you realise the game has shifted is when you feel their warmth surrounding you, enclosing you in a cocoon of sensation. Sunghoon's fingers find your waist, his touch firm yet teasing, while Jake's hands glide against your thighs, his fingers brushing against your skin with an excruciatingly slow reverence. The air feels thick, heady, charged with something that goes beyond playfulness, the space between you electric.

Sunghoon’s breath tickles your ear as he leans in, his voice dropping into a sultry murmur that sends shivers down your spine. "How about another game?" he asks, the dark edge in his tone making your knees tremble.

Your throat feels tight as you try to keep your voice steady. "Sure...what one?" you manage to whisper, though your breath is unsteady, betraying the fluttering anticipation in your chest.

"A guessing game," Sunghoon replies smoothly, and even blindfolded, you can sense the smirk on his lips. His fingers move to sweep your hair aside, gathering it loosely at the nape of your neck. His touch lingers there, sending warmth radiating through your skin.

Jake doesn’t miss the opportunity, his lips finding the tender skin of your jaw. He places soft, deliberate kisses, slow and torturous, trailing down to your collarbone. The warmth of his breath fans across your skin, each kiss building a slow, insistent heat that coils deep within you.

Your voice catches. "What...what kind of guessing game?" you ask, your words shaky, barely holding onto the thread of conversation as their touch unravels you.

"You have to guess which one of us is touching you," Sunghoon explains, his voice dripping with mischief as Jake begins to pull your t-shirt from your body, his lips back on your chest as he kisses gently along the top of your breast and down their valley. His lips pause just below your ribcage, his breath warm against your skin, but the heat building inside you is anything but halted. 

Your breath hitches. You can’t help but let out a soft gasp as Jake’s kisses become more insistent, his mouth grazing your skin, making it impossible to concentrate. His hands hover at the waistband of your trousers, fingertips skimming just above your hips, a teasing, electric touch that sends waves of pleasure through your core. Each kiss, each brush of his lips, sets your nerves alight, and you can barely think straight, let alone guess who’s doing what.

A weak laugh escapes you. "Well, that's obviously Jake," you joke, trying to keep up the banter, though your voice is shaky and thin, completely betraying the desire threading through every word. Jake’s lips move lower still, his kisses drawing along your stomach, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. You can feel his breath, warm and tantalising against your skin, and your heart pounds in response, your body humming with need.

Before you can register just how far Jake has taken you, Sunghoon’s hand cups your jaw, tilting your face toward him. His lips meet yours in a kiss so soft, so slow, it melts away any remaining thought. His touch is tender but commanding, pulling you deeper into the moment as his other hand weaves through your hair. The intensity of his kiss drowns out everything else, making you forget who is where, or even that there was a game at all.

When he finally breaks away, Sunghoon’s voice is thick with amusement, a smile lingering on his lips as he murmurs against yours, "It’s not going to be that easy, baby." His words hold a promise, his tone teasing, yet filled with something deeper, something that makes your pulse quicken. Even though you can’t see the mischievous glint in his eyes, you feel it in the way he pulls back just enough to leave you wanting more.

Then, without warning, Sunghoon pushes you gently onto the couch, the plush cushions sinking beneath you as you fall back. He looms over you, ears perked up into points, his presence commanding and filled with intent. The game is no longer just playful; it’s something much more serious now - something charged with tension and need.

“You need to guess correctly…or else,” Sunghoon’s voice is both teasing and dark, a quiet threat hidden beneath his words. It sends a shiver down your spine, the thrill of the unknown building between the three of you.

“Or else what?” you ask, trying to sound defiant but failing miserably as your voice comes out in little more than a breathless whisper. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you wait for the answer, your body buzzing with excitement and wonder.

Jake chuckles from below, his mouth hovering over your waist, his breath tickling your skin as he speaks. “Or else you don’t get to cum,” he says, his voice playful, but there’s a heat beneath his words that tells you you’re night is going to be a long and teasingly painful one.

But then again, that all depends on you and your guessing abilities. 

Sunghoon’s hands glide up your thighs, parting your legs gently as he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “And trust me, baby, you’ll want to cum…” His breath fans across your skin, sending goosebumps erupting along your arms.

The combination of their teasing and your own mounting desire creates a cocktail of anticipation that leaves you dizzy. You’re torn between the thrill of the game and the very real yearning for release. You can feel the heat radiating from both of them, their excitement palpable as they prepare to test your ability to guess who is who.

“Okay,” you manage to whisper, trying to regain some semblance of control. “I’ll try.” You don’t want to give in too easily, but the way their touches make your body sing makes it increasingly difficult to think straight.

Jake giggles, the sound light and carefree despite the charged atmosphere. “Let’s see if you can guess who’s touching you,” he says, still hovering at your waist, the anticipation palpable in his tone. You can feel the warmth of his body radiating toward you, heightening your senses even more.

“Ready for a little practice before the real game begins?” Sunghoon asks, his voice low and seductive. You nod, your heart pounding as the thrill of the unknown rushes through you.

With both of them positioned strategically around you, you can barely keep track of where they are. The game begins with Sunghoon’s fingers trailing down your sides, exploring the curves of your body with a feather-light touch. It sends shivers racing down your spine, and you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

“Who’s this?” he asks, his voice smooth and sultry, urging you to focus.

“Sunghoon?” you guess, feeling the familiar warmth and the teasing nature of his touch.

“Correct,” he replies, a smirk evident in his tone. But before you can fully revel in your success, Jake’s hands slip around your waist, his fingers playing with the hem of your trousers, teasing you with a brush of his lips along your skin.

The golden retriever's long fingers undo your jeans button and pull them down, your hips lifting instinctively to help get them off, showcasing your eagerness to play their game. Jake discards them, tossing them so they hit a few of your birthday balloons scattered on the floor. 

Both of them stand towering over you as you sink into the couch, heart pounding with happiness and anticipation as you breathe out shakily. You hear them switch places a few times, circling one another in an attempt to trick you. But you know your puppy hybrids better than anyone in the world, and you certainly know how they both touch you.

This should be easy. A walk in the park.

Giving each other a look, Sunghoon and Jake both kneel down in front of you, smirks plastered on their faces and excitement evident in their growing members, concealed by their trousers. You can feel their eyes on you, drinking in the sight of you sprawled on the couch, your body reacting to the closeness of their touch. The heat between you all is palpable, and it sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through your veins.

Without a word, they move in synchrony, their hands gently tugging at the waistband of your thong. One of them, most likely Jake from the playful way his fingers brush against your skin, hooks his fingers into the lace fabric and begins to pull it down. His touch is soft yet deliberate, teasing you with the slow pace as the fabric slides down your thighs.

You lift your hips, allowing them to fully strip you, your skin flushing with warmth as your body is exposed to their gaze. There’s a moment of stillness as the thong hits the floor, and you can feel both sets of eyes on you. 

Sunghoon’s hands are the first to make contact again, his palms gliding over your hips before settling on your thighs, spreading them apart gently but firmly. His movements are slow, measured, and you can feel his breath ghosting over your inner thighs, so close yet not close enough. Jake, on the other hand, remains at your waist, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach, teasing kisses trailing lower.

They seem to have fallen into a rhythm, taking turns with their touches, each one designed to make you squirm in anticipation. The contrast between Sunghoon’s steady, calculated touch and Jake’s more playful, teasing approach is driving you to the edge, the tension building with every second. You can easily guess who is who right now.

But how much longer?

Gripping your ankles, each of the puppies lifts a leg, placing it gently over one of their shoulders. Their bodies are now intertwined together, making this game more difficult; their voices and touches are all coming from one place, and with your mind set on a high of horny, clouds are forming your judgement.

With your legs draped over their broad shoulders, the pressure of their firm grips against your thighs and the heat of their breath makes it impossible to focus on anything but them. Each breath you take is shallow, and the room feels electric, thick with the tension they’ve woven into the air. You try to steady yourself, but your mind is already spinning, teetering between confusion and desire as they work in tandem.

The hybrid aspect of them is something you’ve become accustomed to in daily life - their heightened senses, and the way they move with an innate grace. But now, their abilities seem even further elevated, their touches more precise, almost animalistic. It’s like they’re hunting you, knowing exactly how to drive you wild without giving you what you crave.

The golden retriever hybrid, starts first, his tongue flicking out to give the lightest of touches to your clit. The sensation is maddening. It’s so gentle you almost don’t know it’s happening, but the effect it has on you is immediate. A ripple of heat shoots through you, making you squirm, but before you can even process the sensation, his mouth pulls away. Your legs twitch, instinctively trying to move closer to any of their mouths, but he keeps his distance, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still.

Your breath catches as you feel the faintest brush of lips - no, teeth - against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Jake’s hybrid nature makes his bites more playful, but there’s a sharp edge to it that sends goosebumps over your skin. He grazes his teeth over your thigh before sinking in just enough to leave a mark. You gasp, the sting quickly replaced by warmth, and the pulsing heat of your growing arousal.

And then...they switch. You can’t see them, but you can feel the subtle differences in their movements, yet it’s hard to know who is touching you at any given moment. One of them trails their fingers down your side, slow and feather-light, sending shivers all the way down your spine. It’s the gentleness that throws you off. Jake is usually more eager, a little more frantic, but this touch...it’s deliberate, controlled. It must be Sunghoon, you think, but as the fingers curl around your waist, the next lick to your clit has you second-guessing everything.

"Unfair," you breathe out, your voice betraying your frustration. Their soft chuckles are the only response, and the way they both sound so amused makes your stomach tighten with anticipation. You think you hear Jake’s distinctive laugh, that bright, carefree sound, but then a warm breath against your stomach has your mind spinning again. You can’t keep track of who’s where, their movements seamless, like two wolves circling their prey.

Another agonisingly slow lick - Sunghoon, maybe? - and you buck your hips forward, trying to chase the sensation. Before you can go any further, teeth sink into your other thigh, another mark, another reminder of their strength. His soft, canine growl sends a thrill of excitement through you, but you’re torn between which sensation to focus on - the teasing bite or the flick of a tongue against your most sensitive spot.

Desperate for something to hold onto, your hand instinctively reaches down, fingers tangling in the nearest head of hair, but before you can fully grab hold, a hand swats yours away. “No touching,” Sunghoon commands, his voice low and controlled; it’s too easy if you feel their ears, both hybrids distinctive just by their shape alone. You drop your hands, frustrated but obedient, gripping the cushions beneath you instead as you moan out in helpless need.

They switch again, and now there’s no way to tell who is doing what. Jake’s usually sloppy enthusiasm and Sunghoon’s precise control blend together so seamlessly it feels like they’re working as one. The sensation of their tongues flicking against you is almost maddening. Slow, singular licks that keep you on the edge, but never quite tipping you over. It’s a maddening torment, like a slow burn just beneath your skin.

The heat between your legs grows unbearable as their tongues move with the same deliberate, precise motions, as if they know exactly how to keep you guessing. They’re hybrids, after all - capable of teasing you with both their human intelligence and their canine prowess. And they’re using every bit of that duality to toy with you, their mouths working in a rhythm that’s far too coordinated for your sanity.

A hand moves between your legs, and fingers slide into you slowly, drawing out a long, drawn-out moan from your lips. The stretch feels heavenly, but the pace is infuriating. One finger curls inside you, and your mind races. Sunghoon always moves like this, calculated, hitting the exact spot that makes you see stars. You gasp his name, “Sunghoon,” the word tumbling from your lips in a breathy moan.

The fingers pause for a moment before continuing, confirming your guess with a small squeeze on your thigh, but there’s no verbal answer. Instead, the teasing continues as Jake’s mouth returns to your clit, adding just enough pressure to keep you gasping, but not enough to let you cum.

The world around you fades, a haze settling over your mind as the pleasure intensifies. The rhythmic lapping of two tongues against your folds creates a symphony of sensations that overwhelms your senses. Both Jake and Sunghoon kiss your heat, growling into you as your juices melt along their tongues. It’s as if they’ve perfectly synced their movements, each flick and swirl of their tongues igniting a fire deep within you.

Jake’s mouth works expertly against your clit, the pressure alternating between firm and feather-light, sending shockwaves of bliss coursing through your body. You can barely keep track of who’s who anymore, their hybrid natures blurring the lines between their human dexterity and animalistic instincts. One moment, you feel the warmth of Sunghoon’s fingers curling deep inside you, stretching you, filling you in a way that makes your back arch and your breaths come out in desperate gasps. The next, Jake’s playful tongue sweeps over you, teasing and tantalising, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.

As more fingers sink into your heat, the delicious stretch turns into something euphoric, each thrust inside you mixing with the delightful flick of tongues around your clit. Your body responds instinctively, thrusting forward, seeking more as you become lost in the sensations they’re creating. It’s an exquisite torture, every nerve ending alight, every touch sending you spiralling deeper into a world of pleasure.

“Please,” you beg, the word slipping from your lips in a breathless whimper, but it’s swallowed by the sounds of their movements. You’re a mess of need and desire, the heat pooling in your core building to an unbearable level as they work you closer to the edge. It’s like they’re reading your body, understanding the ebb and flow of your pleasure better than you do yourself.

Sunghoon focuses on his fingers scissor inside you, curling just right, while Jake alternates between suckling and licking your clit, ensuring that every sensation is heightened. You can feel your climax tightening, like a coiled spring ready to snap, but just as you think you’re about to tumble over, they pull back slightly, slowing their pace to keep you hovering right on the brink.

“God, don’t stop!” you cry out, the frustration laced with desperation. They only chuckle, the sound low and teasing, as if relishing in your torment. It’s maddening, and yet, it sends another wave of heat coursing through you.

Then, with no warning, they both lean in closer, their mouths working in unison, each tongue exploring every inch of you. It’s as if they’ve forgotten all the rules of teasing and have decided to push you over the edge together. The sensation is overwhelming, the combination of their soft, wet tongues swirling around your sensitive core and the expert thrusts of Sunghoon’s fingers. You feel your body arching, trembling under their skilled ministrations as your mind starts to blur, the world outside slipping away completely.

“Y/N…guess, baby,” Sunghoon whispers, but it’s muffled by the rush of blood in your ears. You’re too far gone, too lost in the sensations to respond, too consumed by the need surging through you.

With every lap of their tongues, every curl of their fingers, they bring you closer and closer to that precipice. You can feel it building, a tight knot of pleasure coiling within you, and as they pick up their pace, the intensity increases, making your breaths come in short gasps. You’re teetering, just one more push away from falling over the edge into bliss, but they don’t give you that release just yet.

You feel Jake’s mouth pull back momentarily, but before you can process the loss, Sunghoon’s fingers plunge deeper, hitting that sweet spot that has you crying out his name again, louder this time. The sound reverberates off the walls, mixing with the cacophony of your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of their tongues.

“Come on, baby,” Jake urges, his voice low and sultry, but the words barely register as another wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you breathless. You grip the cushions tightly, knuckles white with the effort to hold on, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult.

Jake’s mouth returns to your clit with a renewed fervour, his tongue swirling around it in that way only he knows how, your guess at the tip of your tongue. His lips seal around you, creating the perfect amount of pressure, sending jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine. It’s a feeling so familiar, yet it never loses its power to make your body melt under his touch.

Your back arches off the couch, a sharp cry escaping your lips. “Jake! Fuck, Jake,” you gasp, the words tumbling out as the sensations crash over you in waves and your final guess is made. Your hands have enough of grasping the cushions beside you and fly to his hair, his floppy ears weaving through your fingers as you tug harshly,, knuckles white, as you try to steady yourself against the overwhelming pleasure surging through your veins.

Growling and whimpering at your harsh pulls, Jake’s body vibrates. His pretty dog ears are sensitive, they love to be nibbled, pulled, and played with. It’s something you and Sunghoon do often, loving the way his voice cracks and chest shakes with happiness.

“Good girl,” Sunghoon murmurs, his voice low and approving, the sound deepening the haze of pleasure clouding your mind. He knows it’s technically both of them that have worked you to the edge, but it’s Jake’s expert tongue that is the finisher. He watches Jake devour you with a smirk, clearly enjoying the sight of you completely at their mercy. His hand slides to Jake’s head, his fingers gently scratching behind Jake’s ears, massaging the sensitive spot just right as you let go of your grip slightly. “You win this round, baby. Cum over Jake’s mouth whenever you want.”.

Jake lets out a soft, deep sound, almost like a purr, and the vibration travels through his tongue, sending shivers through your already trembling body. The added sensation is too much, your whole body responding to the combined stimulation. You can feel the low rumble of Jake’s contentment reverberating through you, the sound mixing with the intense pleasure he’s drawing from your clit.

Withdrawing his fingers from you to allow Jake easier access, Sunghoon licks them clean. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he tastes you, palming himself through his jeans. He knows Jake likes to lap you to completion, so he will always give him that privilege, but man does he wish he would be selfish for once and have you wash over his tongue

Your moans become louder, breathless, your body strung so tightly on the edge that it feels like you’re going to snap at any moment. Jake’s tongue flicks over your clit faster, his lips sucking gently but firmly, keeping you right at the edge. Sunghoon’s fingers in his hair encourage him, the gentle pats turning into slow, methodical scratches, making Jake purr even louder.

The combination of Jake’s relentless mouth and the teasing vibrations drives you wild. Your body quivers, and you gasp as your orgasm starts to build, your hips bucking towards Jake’s mouth, desperate for more. Every flick of his tongue, every hum from his purr sends you spiraling further into pleasure, and you know you’re right on the brink, just a breath away from falling over completely.

“Come on, baby. Let go,” Sunghoon coaxes softly, his tone dark and dripping with satisfaction, knowing full well how close you are.

That’s all it takes. Your body arches, your back lifting off the couch as you finally tumble over the edge. A broken cry rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure consuming you completely. Your vision blurs and your entire body quakes as the ecstasy pulses through your veins, overwhelming and all-encompassing.

The puppy's tongue slows but doesn’t stop, drawing out every last tremor from your body until you’re left a trembling mess beneath them. You slump back against the couch, chest heaving, your entire body alight with the lingering aftershocks of your release.

Pulling away slowly, Jake’s mouth leaves your sensitive core, but not without placing a few soft, lingering kisses on the inside of your thighs, trailing up toward your hip. His lips are gentle now, in contrast to the intensity of moments before, and each kiss is a tender reminder of the care and attention he’s always given you. Your body hums with the remnants of pleasure, still tingling in the aftermath of your climax.

His breath tickles your skin as he murmurs against your thigh, “The game isn’t over, baby.”

Before you can catch your breath or even respond, Sunghoon’s strong arms slip beneath you. In one smooth motion, he lifts you up, and your legs dangle in the air as he carries you, positioning you over the back of the couch. Your palms rest against the soft cushions, bracing yourself as your body arches naturally, wanting more of them. The fabric presses against your chest, heightening your awareness of every inch of your body. The blindfold remains secure much to your dismay, but you don’t grumble.

Guessing this should be easy, each of their cocks imprinted into your brain, both beautiful but so unique. Jake, who is thick and long, stands straight and always hits that sweet spot deep inside you. Whereas, Sunghoon is skinnier but curved to the right, always angling himself perfectly to drag along your sensitive walls.

Behind you, Jake and Sunghoon exchange a glance, their mischievous smiles fading slightly as the unspoken competition between them resumes. Unbeknownst to you, they square up for a quick, playful round of rock-paper-scissors. A soft sound of irritation escapes Sunghoon’s throat as Jake wins, his tongue sticking out in mock victory as he flashes a grin Sunghoon’s way.

Sunghoon’s furry ears pin back in annoyance, his eyes narrowing, but there’s no real anger in his expression - just begrudging respect for the outcome of their game. “Damn it,” he mutters under his breath so you can’t hear, stepping back to allow Jake to take his place behind you, even though you can practically feel his impatience radiating off him.

Jake wastes no time. His shirt is off in an instant, the muscles of his chest and arms flexing as he throws the fabric aside. The sight of his bare skin, glowing with a light sheen of sweat, makes Sunghoon swallow thickly. His trousers follow, hitting the floor with a soft thud, and you can sense the eagerness in the moves, positioning himself behind you.

Sunghoon, feeling the heat swirl in his blood follows suit, peeling off his clothes just as quickly, though, with an air of frustration, his eyes never leaving the curve of your body bent over the couch. He inches forward, watching intently as Jake prepares to claim you, waiting for his own turn with palpable hunger.

Jake runs his hands over your hips, sliding up your waist as he leans in, pressing a kiss to the small of your back. His warmth engulfs you, and you can feel the hard length of him pressing against you. The anticipation in the air thickens, and your body tingles in response, ready for whatever comes next.

Sliding his boxers down just enough, the golden hybrid’s cock springs free, his hand gripping around it and pumping in glee. He can’t wait to be inside of you. Although you might guess who it is right away, he is going to try and make it difficult, already planning to switch up his rhythm to trick you somehow. 

You feel the tip of a cock press against your aching hole, already desperately squeezing around nothing as you wait in anticipation. You hate waiting, you’ve never been a very patient person, particularly in situations like these, so the teasing from the hybrid behind you is making you mewl out in both frustration and want. It’s not like you can even see anything in front of you to help distract you, the blindfold doing it’s just a little too well.

Creeping up behind Jake, Sunghoon’s fingers dip into the boy’s boxers and pull them down, his body dipping down with them until his face is at Jake’s soft butt. Sunghoon wouldn’t call himself an ass man, he would take your tits over anything else, but something about his boyfriend’s ass just speaks to him, making him want to mark it and bite it. But before he can get too carried away, he has to remember that this is your birthday, and all of his attention should be on you.

That doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun while you’re preoccupied.

With a smirk on his lips, he places gentle kisses on Jake’s right cheek, then the left, letting his mouth trail up Jake’s back and shoulders, enjoying the warmth of his boyfriend’s skin against his own. Jake turns his head slightly, confusion evident on his face as he tries to catch a glimpse of what Sunghoon is up to, but Sunghoon grips Jake’s hips firmly, preventing any further investigation.

“What are you doing?” Jake whispers, making sure you can’t sneakily figure out that it is in fact his cock two seconds away from pushing inside of you.

Shrugging, Sunghoon pecks the other puppy’s lips. “I’m having some fun…and I’m gonna help you out,” he whispers, the words flowing like silk, so soft that Jake might have missed them entirely if not for his canine senses catching every nuance. Yet, it leaves Jake puzzled, his expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

Tilting his head slightly, Jake silently asks for clarity, but Sunghoon nudges him forward with a few gentle fingers at the back of his head. “Focus on her. Make our girl feel extra good,” he instructs, a playful yet commanding tone lacing his voice. It’s not like Jake needs to be told twice, he loves burying himself inside of you, thrusting his hips until you’re a moaning, whimpering mess beneath him.

While they conspire about god knows what, you begin to slide back, pushing onto the cock, trying to devour it out of pure greed and impatience. But as quickly as you feel the delicious bell stretch your hole, it’s quickly taken away from you. It’s fucking infuriating, so much so that you huff out loud and groan.

“This isn’t fair. This is my birthday, y’know,” you point out matter-of-factly, hoping to remind them that today should be dedicated to you, to your pleasure. Surely your 21st birthday should revolve around indulgence, not this agonising denial of the simple pleasures you know both hybrids would willingly give you any other day.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp smack against your cheek, the force of it making your back arch, sending a sting shooting up your spine. “It is your birthday, so you should be grateful Jakey here came up with such a great game for us to play,” Sunghoon growls, his tone deep yet lacking malice. Instead, there’s an undercurrent of authority, a reminder that if you push too far, this delightful game could end before you’ve even begun to enjoy it. “Say thank you to Jake for setting this up for you, be grateful.”

As the sting from his slap dissipates, you feel a gentle hand soothing the reddened mark, an unmistakable touch that could only belong to Jake. He never liked when you received harsh marks unless they were pretty little hickeys; the tenderness he displays is a testament to his nurturing nature, balancing out Sunghoon’s authoritative presence. It’s why the three of you work so well as a couple.

With a playful pout, you huff out, “Fine, fine. Thank you, Jake.” The words slip out, albeit begrudgingly. You are thankful to him, to both of them. No one gives you this sort of effort and love like the the two boys who stand behind you. Plus, they wouldn’t be doing all of this if they knew you were going to hate it. They know fine well that this will be a new game you’ll play a lot more of.

Sunghoon’s assertiveness is a thrill for you, a dance of power and surrender. He’s not entirely dominant, but he definitely holds authority over both you and Jake. You relish this side of him, especially in moments like this, even if you grumble. There’s an undeniable thrill in being commanded, the excitement of receiving praise for your compliance.

As you settle back into the moment, still completely oblivious to who’s cock you are desperatley trying to seek the comfort of, Sunghoon’s hands glide along Jake’s body, guiding him back toward you. The heat radiating off both hybrids sends shivers down your spine, heightening the anticipation of what’s to come. 

Licking his plump lips, Jake pumps his cock a few times, lining it up at your entrance. Although it’s your celebration, the pup suddenly feels like it’s his own birthday, the throb of his cock exhibiting his excitement to be nestled inside your walls. So, without much warning, he slides into you, filling you up so beautifully.

You can’t even try and decipher who it is just yet, the satisfaction of your craving finally being fulfilled is clouding your judgement and your body is only screaming blissful a chain of ‘yes, yes, fuck yes’ into your mind. Moaning loudly, you push back as far as you can, begging with your body for him to stay there for a moment.

Complying, Jake waits until you have adjusted, though with Sunghoon’s fingers scissoring you open earlier, it doesn’t take long for the stretch to turn to comfort and ease. Your cunt is Jake’s favourite thing in the whole world - its taste, the way it moulds perfectly around him, and certainly the way it squeezes his cock. Being a hybrid comes with advantages, and his senses are immensely heightened. While you need a blindfold to be more attuned to your smell or hearing, Jake lives like that constantly. He can hear every breathless gasp coming from your lips as he drags his member along your canal, the ridges of your walls making him feel even better than if he were just human.

Jake starts slow, thrusting in and out of you with agonising deliberateness. He’s trying to catch you off guard, and you can tell by how foreign the movements are to you. None of them have ever fucked you like this before, making it harder to play their guessing game. You have to get this right. If you don’t, then you’ll be denied your release, and considering how perfect your first one was, you don’t want to miss out on multiple moments of euphoria.

Behind Jake, Sunghoon grips his hips tightly, guiding him in and out of you with a fervour that makes Jake groan with pleasure. He feels the pressure building with each thrust, the warmth of your body enveloping him, drawing him deeper into bliss. Each thrust is met with delicious friction, and each drawback is met with Sunghoon’s bulge dry humping him. He can’t help but revel in the sensation. The heat radiating off your skin is intoxicating, and he relishes the feeling of your slickness coating him as he moves.

You’re both utterly consumed by the rhythm, Jake’s mind swimming in a haze of pleasure. Each thrust sends a wave of warmth through his body, and he’s acutely aware of how tightly you’re gripping him, how perfectly you fit around him. The delicious squeeze of your walls makes him ache for more, each movement sending shocks of ecstasy radiating through him. He bites down on his lip to stifle a moan, his brow furrowing in concentration as he fights to maintain control while also surrendering to the pleasure washing over him.

As you move beneath him, your breaths quicken, and every sound you make fuels the fire within him. Your body shifts, pushing back against him, and the way you arch your back sends a rush of adrenaline through his veins. You’re a vision of pure ecstasy, and the sight alone is enough to drive him wild. He finds himself instinctively matching your movements, thrusting deeper with each push, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over him.

Noticing Jake fall back into his typical frenzied rhythm, Sunghoon bites down on his neck, causing him to whine out, his ears jumping at the sudden sharp pain. “Follow my lead, don’t get carried away. We want this night to last, don’t we?” The dark-haired boy whispers into Jake’s ear, kissing down his neck to soothe the mark. 

Nodding, Jake nuzzles Sunghoon’s cheek in apology, his breath hitching slightly as he feels his boyfriend’s warmth radiating against him. He understands the importance of pacing; you’ve already cum once, and if they want this night to continue, you’ll need time between each orgasm to keep up with their animalistic sex drive. Jake feels a surge of determination to make sure you feel good, his instincts kicking in as he returns to a more measured rhythm, albeit with the primal undertone of urgency that he can’t fully shake off.

Sunghoon’s hands guide Jake’s hips, the pressure of his grip firm yet gentle, reminding him of the control they’re both meant to maintain. As Jake follows Sunghoon’s lead once again, he can’t help but relish the feeling of you wrapped around him, your body clenching as he pulls back before pushing in again. Each thrust brings with it a new wave of pleasure that sends ripples through his body. You feel perfect, and that thought alone is enough to push him to the brink of his own release.

As Sunghoon’s fingers trace the line of Jake’s spine, the hybrid feels the tension within him coil tighter, the electric connection between the three of you simmering with intensity. 

“Go on, baby girl. Guess.”

Not now. You mentally whine as you feel the coil in your stomach build and build. You’re so close and yet you have no fucking clue who’s cock is taking you to the stars. Jake is fast, a little sloppy in the best way but harsh, and Sunghoon is skilled and forceful, but with a sense of gentleness in the way he pulls back.

None of this is happening right now. It’s like the perfect balance of both. 

The way they work in tandem creates a delicious confusion, each of them pushing you toward the edge, yet holding you back just enough to keep you guessing. As your body begins to respond instinctively, you let the sensations wash over you, focusing on the bliss they’re creating together.

You take a few moments, your mind racing as you contemplate your guess, but suddenly the rhythm shifts. What was once a barrage of piercing thrusts transforms into quick, deliberate movements, each one aiming for that perfect spot inside you. The change catches you off guard, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine. It feels different, the thrusts more measured and calculated, as if both hybrids are working together to keep you on that tightrope between ecstasy and overwhelming bliss.

Sunghoon smirks as he adjusts his position, shifting behind Jake, holding him impossibly close. The connection between them feels primal, a bond of instinctual dominance as he continues to hump Jake’s ass, matching his movements and melding their bodies together as he joins in on your fun. 

A high pitched whine comes from Jake as he loses rhythm slightly to focus on his own pleasure. Sunghoon is doing most of the work now, using his gyrating hips to guide Jake inside of you at a fast pace. All the while, his hands find their way to your nub, the teasing touch igniting a fire deep within you.

With each rub, the confusion only deepens; the sensations blend into one intoxicating cocktail of pleasure. The fingers work in a back-and-forth motion like Sunghoon does, rather than the circular movements from Jake, drawing sharp gasps from your lips as you struggle to piece together the puzzle of your pleasure. The connection between the thrusts and fingers becomes a symphony of sensation that sends you spiralling.

And you take a wild, semi-educated guess.

“Sunghoon! It’s Sunghoon. Fuck, please let me cum.” The words tumble from your mouth in a desperate plea, and the moment you clamp down around the cock filling you, everything suddenly pulls away from you. It’s as if the universe pauses for a brief moment, the pleasure you were chasing slipping just out of reach. 

The abruptness of it leaves you gasping, the emptiness you feel is aching like no other pain you have ever felt before. The confusion of who was taking you to the stars swirls in your mind. It feels unfair, like a cruel twist of fate on your birthday. The room grows quiet except for you and Jake’s panting. Shit. You got it wrong. But you were sure those were Sunghoon’s fingers…and he was right behind you. 

Wasn’t he?

Turning to face the other hybrid, Jake looks at him with pain and frustration. He was so close to filling you up, giving you the greatest gift of all and yet he was denied it all so suddenly. 

His reaction makes Sunghoon laugh, his hand coming up to pet Jake’s disappointed ears. “I’m sorry, pup, she got it wrong. You made the rules, remember.” 

“Fuck the rules,” Jake pouts, his hand pumping his cock in a desperate rhythm to relieve the ache building within him. “I need to cum.”

“And you will, Jakey. As soon as she gets the next guess right, we’ll all be cumming.” Sunghoon’s voice drips with promise as he pecks his lips gently, easing Jake’s frustration but heightening the tension in your body. The prospect of getting it wrong again sends shivers of anxiety coursing through you. If you miss this chance, you’ll be left not only with blue balls for both hybrids but also with a very frustrated, very needy pup on your hands.

Jake nods in agreement, even if the simmering frustration lingers in his expression. He gently lifts you from your position over the couch, your body tingling with anticipation. The blindfold still obscures your vision, but Jake’s zephyr-like hands are hard to mistake. You feel them guide you, their warmth radiating around your waist. You sit on the couch and await further instructions. God you want to see them so bad, to touch them and cum all over them. That is what you want to wish for on your birthday.

The moment you’re seated, Sunghoon finally discards his boxers, leaving all of you naked and exposed, each member aching with desire and needing release. The air is thick with the scent of lust and heat, and you can feel the tension rising. Both of them sit at either side of you, hands flying to roam over your body. The sensation of skin against skin sends waves of excitement through your body as you shift slightly, feeling the soft cushions of the couch beneath you.

“We’ll make this one so easy for you, baby,” Jake smiles into your neck, nuzzling his nose into you as he lifts the aura of your scent. You smell like a mixture of him, Sunghoon and sex, his favourite combination. 

Sunghoon presses his chest to your back, kissing the other side of your nape. You’re so beautiful and he has been so patient with this night, but he’s losing his control. Border Collie hybrids are very good at self-restraint, yet, all of that resolve crumbles as soon as you are involved. You have a spell over him, call it a soulmate blanket or whatever, but he just knows that he cannot get enough of you.

Jake, ever playful and eager, has grown impatient, his hybrid instincts taking over any sense of restraint. With a low growl, he scoops you into his lap, his thick cock already leaking with precum as it slides teasingly between your folds. His touch is filled with both affection and hunger, and his excitement is palpable in every movement. His retriever nature means he’s always been a little less controllable, but that’s what you love about him.

With the position you’re in, there’s no way you could mistake which one will be inside your pussy and the other taking your other entrance.

At least, that’s what you thought.

When Jake finally pushes into you, a loud, blissful moan escapes him, his chest vibrating with a purr of contentment. His big hands grasp your waist, guiding you up and down his length with a rhythm that has you arching back in pleasure. Your head falls against his shoulder, your breath coming out in soft, needy gasps.

“Jake, please…” you beg, though you’re not even sure what you’re pleading for. The ache between your thighs is insistent, a sweet agony that makes you feel like you might unravel at any moment. Your clit pulses in desperate need, still unsatisfied from the previous teasing.

Through your blindfold, you feel Jake’s gentle pout even though you can’t see it. “My good girl,” he whispers, his hips thrusting up powerfully, driving himself deep into you. The combination of his praises and his cock pressing perfectly inside you has you trembling in his lap, each movement sending shockwaves through your body.

He captures your lips in a tender kiss, slow at first, teasing you by pulling away when you silently beg for more. The softness of his lips against yours creates a stark contrast to the intense heat building between you both, and soon, you’re lost in the intimacy of the moment, despite the raw need in your body.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon has been watching with adoration, his pointed ears twitching as he observes the two of you. He loved to see the two of his partners connect like this, the scenes so sweet despite the crude nature of your actions. But his cock is hard, throbbing with a need that matches his longing gaze and he refuses to sit in the sidelines much longer. He shifts closer, the heat from his body making your skin prickle in anticipation. He’s been waiting patiently, but now, his own desire overtakes him.

He moves behind you, hands gentle but firm as he guides his cock into position, the tip pressing against you in a way that takes you by surprise, your ass feeling empty despite the expectancy.

“Sunghoon - what are you…” You gasp, your breath hitching as the sensation of his cock pressing alongside Jake’s makes your heart race. The stretching of your cunt is intense, something new and overwhelming, as you feel Sunghoon’s length slowly filling you.

Fuck, it feels good, painful, delicious, and sadistic all at once. And you couldn’t be happier.

Jake’s hands tighten on your waist, holding you steady. “Shh, baby, it’s okay,” he reassures you, though his voice shakes with his own pleasure. The sensation of Sunghoon’s shaft rubbing against his inside you is sending him spiralling into ecstasy. He never imagined sharing you like this would feel so incredible, the friction between their cocks heightening every sensation.

As Sunghoon begins to thrust slowly, Jake’s hips instinctively buck in response, the three of you moving together in perfect harmony. The moans that spill from your lips, mixed with theirs, echo around the room, a symphony of pleasure that fills the space.

Sunghoon leans closer, his breath hot against your neck as his hands join Jake’s on your hips. Without a second thought he tilts his head and captures Jake’s mouth in a heated kiss, their tongues meeting in a dance of lust and affection over your body. The warmth of their connection sends a shiver down your spine, the intimate moment only heightening the heat between the three of you.

Growling into his mouth, Jake brings your hand to his ear, a signal you know all too well. You know exactly what he wants, so you grip his ears and tug harshly, making him open his mouth as he whimpers out and allowing Sunghoon deeper access, his tongue roaming freely around the oldests mouth.

The feeling of both of them inside you, their cocks pressing together as they fill you completely, makes your head spin. The fullness is beyond anything you’ve ever experienced, every thrust making you gasp and cling to Jake’s broad shoulders for support.

Jake’s lips leave Sunghoon’s, panting heavily as he gasps for air. But not for too long, as they hover just above yours again, his breath ragged. He chuckles softly, his voice tinged with amusement and lust. “Take a guess, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing yours teasingly, “guess who is fucking you and then you can let go.”

Despite the overwhelming sensations, a breathy laugh escapes you, the humour of the moment breaking through the intensity. You look at him, eyes gleaming with love and desire. 

“Both of you,” you manage to whisper, your voice shaky but full of affection. “It’s both of you.”

Jake grins, his lips capturing yours in a messy, needy kiss, while Sunghoon’s low growl of satisfaction rumbles in your ear, his thrusts becoming deeper, more deliberate as he savours the way your body reacts.

The sensation of them both inside you, their movements perfectly synchronised, sends you spiralling closer and closer to the edge. Jake’s pace falters beneath you as his release nears, his grip on your hips tightening, his cock throbbing inside you.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice hoarse with need. “Just let go, love. You can.”

And that’s all it takes. With his words still hanging in the air, your body finally gives in, the pleasure that’s been building within you crashing down like a tidal wave. You cry out, your walls clenching tight around them both as you’re consumed by your orgasm, every nerve alight with white-hot pleasure. Your body trembles uncontrollably, lost in the intensity of the release.

Jake moans your name, his hips jerking as he finds his own release, filling you with his warmth as he groans into your mouth. His cock pulses inside you, the tip of his cock swelling as he knots, the sensation driving you even deeper into the haze of your climax.

Behind you, Sunghoon’s movements grow erratic, his hips slamming into you as he chases his own end. With a low, guttural howl, he thrusts one last time, his length pressing deep before he lets go, filling you completely as his own release takes him over. 

Both of their knots are pressed against one another, your walls being pushed and hole stretched to its limit. The pups whine and growl as they lock into you, shooting their load so deep inside of you that you feel your stomach swell slightly. Jake’s eyes roll back as Sunghoon’s cock throbs next to his, creating a natural vibration that he’s relishing in.

For a long moment, the three of you remain connected, your bodies trembling in the aftermath, the heat between you radiating in waves. Your breath comes in shallow pants, your body still trembling as the afterglow settles in. Sunghoon and Jake nuzzle their faces into your neck, rubbing their scent over you, claiming you as theirs.

Jake’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as you come down from the high. Sunghoon, still behind you, presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his own breathing ragged but calming.

And then, with a tender touch, Sunghoon reaches up to the blindfold that’s been covering your eyes. Slowly, carefully, he unties it, the material slipping away to reveal the warm, golden light of the room and the two men who’ve made this birthday one you’ll never forget.

As your vision clears, you blink up at them both, feeling the love and affection in their gazes as they look back at you. Sunghoon smiles softly, his hybrid ears twitching as he leans in to kiss your cheek. “Happy birthday,” he whispers, his voice filled with warmth.

Jake, still holding you in his lap, grins down at you. “Best birthday ever, right?” he teases, his nose brushing against yours.

You can’t help but laugh, your heart full of affection for them both. “Definitely a top 5.”

Jake’s playful grin falters for a moment as something seems to click in his mind. His golden retriever ears twitch with excitement, standing upright as his tail wags behind him. His heart races, and his eyes widen with sudden realisation.

“We have one more gift,” he announces, voice bubbling with enthusiasm. His arms still hold you close, careful not to pull his knot from you, his hips shifting ever so slightly as he reaches around you with some effort. From behind, he produces a small, velvet-lined blue box, and your heart skips a beat.

You blink in surprise, watching him with curious eyes as he offers it to you, his expression soft but brimming with joy. “Open it,” Jake urges gently, his voice filled with excitement, and you can’t help but smile at his eagerness.

With trembling fingers, you take the box and slowly open the delicate lid, revealing the contents inside. Nestled within are three beautiful silver rings, each adorned with three tiny engraved hearts. Each ring is identical, except for the smallest detail—a single heart on each one is coloured in black. The simplicity of the design is stunning, and your heart swells at the sight of them, the meaning behind the gift slowly dawning on you.

You glance up, eyes wide with emotion, shifting between Jake and Sunghoon. “What… What’s this?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper as the weight of the moment settles over you.

Jake’s smile softens as he nuzzles against your cheek. “Promise rings,” he murmurs. His voice is tender, carrying a depth of affection that makes your chest tighten. “One for each of us,” he explains, his hand gently brushing over yours, guiding your gaze back to the rings.

Sunghoon leans in closer, his fingers tracing the edge of the box, his hybrid ears flicking as he adds quietly, “A promise to always be together… no matter what.” His words are soft, but they carry a gravity that tugs at your heart, and his eyes shine with a sincerity that takes your breath away.

You look between them again, feeling the overwhelming love and warmth radiating from both of them, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. The rings glisten in the soft light, a physical symbol of the bond you share. You can barely find the words, but the happiness on your face says everything.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you breathe, voice shaky with emotion. But before you can find the words, Jake leans in, his lips capturing yours in a tender, lingering kiss, silencing any further thoughts.

Sunghoon, not to be left out, moves in as well, his lips brushing against yours from the other side, creating a perfect moment of intimacy between the three of you. The kiss is gentle, filled with love, as Jake and Sunghoon share this tender moment with you, the connection between all of you undeniable. Their hands hold you firmly, grounding you in the affection and promise they offer.

As the kiss deepens, the warmth between you grows, the rings in your hand a reminder of the unbreakable bond that now ties the three of you together. You’re all intertwined, hearts aligned, and the future filled with the promise of love, laughter, and unwavering devotion.

It’s a birthday you’ll never forget, not just because of the pleasure shared, but because of the love that wraps around you now, a love that will only grow stronger from here.

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