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lila-lou · 2 months ago

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✨Rough around the edges - Pt. 4✨

Summary: Jack's day couldn’t have gotten any worse. Exhausted from a grueling shift under the scorching sun, he just wanted to crash at home with some wings and a football game. But his plans for a quiet night were shattered when the racket from his new neighbor echoed through the walls.

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Warnings: Language, age gap

Word Count: 4180

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Jack watched you for a moment, the weight of the evening still hanging heavy in the air. His offer came naturally, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he spoke. “Wanna sleep? You can have my bed if you want”.

You hesitated, the thought of taking his bed making you feel slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t because of Jack, but rather the intimacy of the moment, the vulnerability of the situation you found yourself in. The idea of sleeping in his room felt too personal, too exposed, but the thought of being alone in his apartment—or worse, back in your own—was far more unsettling.

Looking up at Jack, you noticed the genuine concern in his eyes, the protective instinct that had already come to your rescue once tonight. You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond at first. The warmth of the blanket he had given you felt comforting, and the idea of being close to him made you feel safe.

“Would it be okay if I just stayed here?”, you asked softly, your voice shy. “On the couch… with you?”.

For a moment, Jack looked taken aback by the request. His rough exterior didn’t often allow for moments like this—quiet, tender moments where the lines between protection and care blurred. But he understood what you were asking. It wasn’t just about where you would sleep; it was about feeling safe, about not wanting to be alone after what had just happened.

Jack gave a small nod, his eyes softening further. "Sure”, he said, his voice low. “You can stay right here with me”.

There was no hesitation in his tone, just quiet reassurance. Jack reached over to grab another blanket from the nearby chair and draped it over you, making sure you were comfortable.

Then Jack settled himself on the far edge of the couch, careful to give you as much space as possible. He could feel the tension still lingering in the room—yours, his—and he didn’t want to push it. His hand absentmindedly ran through his hair again, a nervous habit that had come out more than once tonight. He leaned back, trying to relax, but the protective instinct within him kept him alert.

The quiet between you wasn’t uncomfortable, though. In fact, it was comforting—like the calm after a storm. You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, and though Jack kept his distance, his presence alone made you feel safe.

For a while, neither of you spoke. Jack’s eyes flicked toward the door now and then, making sure there were no signs of your ex returning. His muscles were still tense, ready to jump into action if anything happened. But the longer the night stretched on, the more the stillness of his apartment soothed both of you.

After some time, you broke the silence, your voice soft, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this, Jack. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen”.

Jack shook his head, his voice equally quiet but firm. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t drag me into anything. You shouldn’t have to deal with that on your own”.

You glanced at him, your eyes meeting his for a moment, then sniffed quietly, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes, despite your best efforts to hold them back. You almost never cried, but tonight, everything was too overwhelming—the fear, the relief, the weight of the past, and the kindness Jack had shown you. It was all crashing down on you at once.

Jack noticed the change in your breathing, the way you were holding back your tears. He sighed softly, feeling the tension between the need to comfort you and the hesitation that came with crossing a line he wasn’t sure should be crossed.

Without saying a word, Jack shifted closer to you, moving slowly, cautiously. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering before he made the decision. Gently, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side. The gesture was awkward at first, like he wasn’t sure if you’d welcome it, but then you leaned into him, accepting the comfort he was offering.

Once you settled against him, the floodgates opened. The tears came quietly at first, just a few, but the more you relaxed into Jack’s embrace, the harder it became to hold them back. You buried your face into his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence, and let the tears fall.

Jack held you a little tighter, his grip still gentle but firm, his large hand rubbing your arm in slow, soothing circles. He didn’t say anything, just let you cry, knowing that words wouldn’t help right now. His quiet strength was enough.

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like you had to be strong for anyone. You didn’t have to hold it all together. Jack wasn’t judging you, wasn’t asking for anything in return—he was just there, a steady presence that made you feel safe in your vulnerability.

After a while, your sobs quieted, the emotional storm beginning to pass. You felt lighter, though your body was exhausted from everything. You pulled back slightly, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, embarrassed by your outburst but grateful for Jack’s understanding.

“Sorry”, you whispered again, your voice shaky. “I don’t usually… I don’t cry like that”.

Jack gave you a small, reassuring smile. “None of that. It’s okay”.

You nodded, still a little unsure of how to process everything. The exhaustion was starting to hit harder now, your body craving rest after the emotional toll of the night.

Jack, sensing your fatigue, kept his arm around you but shifted slightly to help you get more comfortable. “Try to get some sleep”, he said gently. “I’m not going anywhere”.

You nodded again, feeling the exhaustion pulling you under.

Jack’s hand continued to move gently along your bare arm, his touch steady and soothing. The rhythm of his fingers brushing against your skin helped to calm your racing thoughts, lulling you further into a state of relaxation. The exhaustion was slowly winning, and your body began to feel heavy, but there was something comforting about Jack’s presence—about his quiet, unspoken care.

After a long moment, you mumbled softly, your voice barely audible in the quiet room. “Your hands… they’re so rough”.

Jack’s movements paused for a split second, as if caught off guard by your comment. He glanced down at his hand, the one tracing slow circles on your arm, and then back to you. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though there was a hint of self-consciousness in his eyes.

“Yeah”, he muttered, his voice low. “Comes with the territory, I guess. Working with my hands all these years”.

“Keep going… please”, you whispered, your voice even softer now as sleep tugged at the edges of your consciousness. You nudged Jack’s hand gently with your shoulder, a small but meaningful gesture, letting him know that his touch brought comfort in a way you hadn’t expected.

Jack hesitated for a moment, his rough hand still resting on your arm. He hadn’t expected you to ask for more, and for a second, he wasn’t sure if continuing would cross a line. But then he looked down at you, your eyes half-closed, your body relaxed against his. It wasn’t about anything more than offering you the solace you clearly needed, and that was something he could give.

His hand began moving again, this time with more intent, the slow circles and gentle strokes staying in rhythm, grounding you as you lay there. The silence between you wasn’t heavy; instead, it was full of quiet understanding. .

You exhaled deeply, your body completely relaxing under his touch. It wasn’t just the physical comfort—it was the feeling of not being alone, of having someone care enough to stay with you when you needed it the most.

“Thanks, Jack”, you murmured, barely audible now as your exhaustion took over fully.

Jack gave a small nod, even though you couldn’t see it. “You’re welcome”, he replied quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. He continued the comforting motion of his hand until he felt your breathing even out, signaling that you had finally drifted off to sleep.

Jack stayed there, not moving, not wanting to disturb the peace you had found. As the night deepened, he kept watch over you, knowing that for tonight, at least, you could rest safely.

As the night wore on, Jack sat still, his gaze drifting between you and the quiet surroundings of his apartment. The soft rise and fall of your breathing was the only sound breaking the stillness. He kept his hand on your arm, not moving, simply letting you sleep, aware of how much trust you had placed in him tonight.

The weight of the evening still lingered in his mind—the fear in your eyes when he found you, the relief that had come when he’d stepped in. Jack didn’t often find himself in situations like this, but something about you had stirred his protective instincts in a way that surprised him. He didn’t usually let people in, and he certainly hadn’t planned to find himself sitting here, offering comfort in the middle of the night to someone who, not long ago, had been little more than a distant neighbor.

But things had shifted. He could feel it.

Glancing down at you, Jack noticed how peaceful you looked now, your face relaxed in sleep. It was a stark contrast to the tension you had carried earlier, and for the first time that night, he allowed himself to relax a little too. Knowing that you felt safe enough to fall asleep beside him made something settle deep inside of him. It felt right, even if it was unexpected.

Jack leaned back against the couch, his own exhaustion starting to creep in. He wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring—whether your ex would come back, whether you’d still feel comfortable with him after everything that had happened—but for now, none of that mattered. What mattered was that you were safe, here in his apartment, resting peacefully after a night filled with too much chaos.

With a deep breath, Jack closed his eyes for a moment, deciding he would stay awake a little longer just to make sure you stayed undisturbed.

The next morning, Jack woke up slowly, blinking against the soft light filtering through the curtains. It took him a moment to realize where he was, and why there was a weight resting against him. His back was spread out across the couch, and as his senses came back, he realized that at some point during the night, you had shifted. Now, you were lying completely on top of him, your head resting on his chest, one arm draped across him, your legs tangled with his.

Jack’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close as if it was the most natural thing in the world. For a moment, he froze, unsure of how to process the situation. He hadn’t planned to fall asleep, let alone end up in such an intimate position with you. But despite the surprise of it, he felt strangely at peace.

You were still fast asleep, your breaths soft and steady against him.

However, as he adjusted his position slightly to get more comfortable, he became aware of an involuntary physical response—morning arousal. His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and concern as he felt the unmistakable pressure.

He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and focused. Jack’s mind raced, trying to figure out how to handle the situation without disturbing you. He carefully shifted once more to adjust his body slightly, attempting to minimize any accidental contact, and then focused on keeping his movements slow and controlled.

But as he did, you shifted slightly in your sleep. The movement brought you even closer, and you inadvertently pressed against him more firmly. The situation became even more delicate as you slowly began to wake, blinking your eyes open.

For a brief moment, you seemed disoriented, and the close proximity between you and Jack was evident. You stirred against him, your face brushing against his chest, and Jack could feel your warm breath on his skin.

Jack’s heart raced as he tried to remain as still as possible, hoping that your groggy state would prevent you from fully realizing the awkwardness of the situation. He continued to hold you gently, his mind racing.

You finally opened your eyes fully, taking in the sight of Jack’s chest and the realization of how close you were. Confusion flickered across your face as you tried to piece together the events of the previous night and your current position.

As you became more aware of your surroundings, the reality of the situation slowly started to dawn on you. The warmth and closeness you were experiencing suddenly felt different, and you realized the intimate nature of your position against Jack. You could feel the pressure of his erection against you, and it added a new layer of complexity to the already charged moment.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, and you quickly tried to shift away, but Jack’s arm was still around you, and you found yourself tangled in the blanket and his embrace. You glanced up at him, your eyes wide with a mix of confusion and mortification.

Jack’s face reddened as well, and he immediately became aware of how the situation must look and feel. He tried to give you some space, carefully pulling his arm away, and spoke softly, his voice tinged with awkwardness but also concern.

“Sorry about that”, he said, his tone gentle and apologetic. “I didn’t mean for things to get… this close”.

You nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. “It’s okay. I just… didn’t realize”.

Jack took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. “Let’s get you sorted out. Do you want some coffee or anything? I’ll make us something”.

You nodded again, grateful for the change in focus and the chance to distance yourself from the situation. As Jack got up and moved to the kitchen, you took a moment to collect yourself, feeling a mix of emotions—gratitude for his kindness and awkwardness over the intimate encounter.

Jack moved quickly toward the kitchen, adjusting himself discreetly as he reached for the coffee machine. His movements were stiff, not just from the night on the couch but from the lingering awkwardness of the situation. You could see the tiredness etched in his face—the dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged just a little. He hadn’t gotten much sleep, that was clear.

You bit your lip, your eyes trailing after him as he worked, watching the way his muscles moved under his shirt with every subtle motion. Despite everything that had happened, there was something captivating about him—his quiet strength, the way he handled things without making you feel judged or uncomfortable. He seemed to carry the weight of his own burdens, but last night, he had taken on yours too.

You leaned back against the couch, pulling the blanket around you tighter as you tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. Your mind replayed the events of the night before—the fear, the relief of Jack’s presence, and now this strange new layer of intimacy that had emerged between you two.

Jack grabbed two mugs from the cabinet, filling them both with fresh coffee before turning back toward you. He caught you watching him, and for a brief moment, your eyes locked. There was an unspoken understanding in the air—a recognition of the closeness you had shared, the line you had both walked without meaning to.

He handed you a mug, his fingers brushing yours briefly before he sat down beside you on the couch with his own cup. He let out a deep yawn, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned back, clearly exhausted. The weight of the long night, the emotional tension, and the lack of sleep were all catching up to him.

“Rough night, huh?”, you said softly, taking a sip of the coffee and feeling the warmth spread through you. You glanced at Jack, your eyes lingering on the lines of weariness etched into his face. He looked like someone who had taken on more than he should, yet still refused to let anyone else carry the weight.

Jack chuckled, though it was more of a tired exhale. “Yeah, you could say that”. He took a long drink from his mug, savoring the coffee as if it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing completely. “Not exactly how I expected to spend the night”.

You nodded, feeling a mixture of guilt and gratitude swell inside you. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen”, you said quietly, your fingers tracing the rim of your mug. “You didn’t have to… stay with me. But I’m really glad you did”.

Jack looked at you, his expression softening. “I wasn’t going to leave you alone. You needed someone, and I just… I wanted to make sure you were okay”.

There was something so genuine in his words, and it struck you just how deeply he cared—even if he tried to hide it behind his tough exterior. Jack wasn’t the type to make grand gestures or express his feelings openly, but his actions spoke louder than anything else.

You smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Well, thank you. For everything”.

Jack gave a small nod, his tired eyes meeting yours. “Anytime”.

The quiet stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it was a moment of understanding, where the two of you seemed to acknowledge the shift in your relationship without needing to say anything out loud. There was no rush to define it, no pressure to figure out what came next. It just was.

After a few minutes, Jack stretched his legs out in front of him and yawned again, this time not bothering to cover it up. “I think I’m going to need about a gallon of coffee to get through the day”, he said with a smirk.

You chuckled, the sound light and easy. “You and me both”.

After finishing your coffee, you stood up and stretched, feeling the stiffness from the night slowly easing from your muscles. The stretch caused your shirt to ride up slightly, exposing a hint of your midriff. Jack, who had been nursing his coffee and trying to shake off the last of his fatigue, couldn’t help but glance up.

His eyes caught the brief glimpse of skin before he quickly looked away, feeling a twinge of awkwardness. He took a long sip from his mug, trying to focus on anything other than the sight he had just seen.

“I guess I’ll go back to my apartment”, you mumbled softly and glanced at Jack, who was already standing up, setting his mug down before walking toward you.

He offered a quiet nod, and without a word, he followed you to the door, his footsteps heavy with the same unspoken understanding that had been hanging between you since morning. Jack opened the door for you, his presence still grounding, but there was a slight tension in the air—an uncertainty about where this connection would lead.

As you stood at the threshold, you hesitated, looking up at him for a moment. Jack’s tired eyes softened when they met yours, and you could feel the gratitude welling up in your chest. He had been there for you without question, and while you knew the situation had changed things between you both, it felt too soon to know exactly how.

In a moment of impulse, you leaned up slowly, your heart pounding softly in your chest as you pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to his cheek. Jack stilled, his breath catching slightly at the unexpected touch. It wasn’t a romantic gesture, but something tender and filled with quiet thanks.

“Thank you, Jack”, you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper as you pulled away, stepping back and keeping your gaze lowered, feeling the warmth of the small moment between you two.

Jack didn’t respond right away. There was a weight to his hesitation, something unspoken, as if Jack was carefully choosing what to say next. His eyes shifted slightly, glancing away for a moment before he took a breath and met your gaze again.

“Well, maybe you can thank me with a beer sometime”, he mumbled, his voice quiet but laced with a hint of something more. He scratched the back of his neck, clearly unsure of himself in this unfamiliar territory. “You know, if you want to. We could, uh… go out, grab a drink. Nothing serious”.

His words hung in the air, both casual and loaded with more meaning than either of you expected. Jack’s heart raced slightly, wondering if he had crossed a line, but he kept his expression neutral, not wanting to make the situation more awkward.

You blinked, a little surprised by the offer, but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. The thought of going out with Jack—outside of the circumstances that had brought you so close—was unexpected, but it felt right. There was something comforting about the idea of getting to know him better, outside of the context of the night before.

“Yeah”, you said softly, nodding. “I’d like that. A beer sounds good”.

Jack seemed to relax at your response, a small grin replacing the uncertainty that had been lingering in his eyes. “Alright then. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know”.

You smiled back, feeling a strange mix of relief and excitement. The heaviness of the night was still there, but the thought of spending more time with Jack—outside of the intensity of last night—made everything seem lighter.

“I will”, you replied, giving him one last glance before turning to head back to your apartment.

As you walked away, the door clicking softly behind you, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, things were about to shift in a way neither of you had expected.

Jack stood at the door, his mind racing. He took a deep breath, leaning against the doorframe, trying to collect his thoughts. He had spent the entire night and morning fighting against the pull he felt toward you, trying to convince himself it was just the circumstances—your vulnerability, his protective instincts—but it was more than that. And after waking up with you so close, your body against his, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

There was an undeniable attraction between you, one that had been simmering beneath the surface since the night at the bar. Jack had tried to push it away, telling himself you were too young, that it wasn’t right. But this morning had changed things. The intimacy of the moment had shattered whatever distance he had been trying to maintain. He knew he had crossed a line by asking you out, and yet, part of him couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

Jack rubbed a hand across his face, feeling the weight of the decision he had just made. He had told himself that he would keep things simple, stay distant, but now that door had been cracked open. And once that door was open, there was no going back.

The age difference between you two wasn’t insignificant, and he had spent enough time thinking about the complications it could bring. But there was something about you—something real and raw—that made him feel like it might be worth taking the risk.

He sighed heavily, closing the door and walking back toward the kitchen. As he poured himself another cup of coffee, he thought about the conversation you’d just had, the way your eyes softened when you smiled at him. There was a chance here, and he didn’t know where it would lead, but for the first time in a long time, Jack felt like it might be worth exploring.

His mind drifted back to how it felt waking up with you in his arms, your warmth seeping into him, and the way your kiss on his cheek had lingered longer than it should have. He had tried to be the strong, stoic protector, but deep down, there was more to it—something he couldn’t deny anymore.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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jeongin-lvr · 1 year ago

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ᵎ　🍶　⊹ make it up, h. jisung

✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉！𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾，𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋，𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗑，𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝗌，𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 （𝖿），𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾，𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖼𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗌，��𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽．𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽．

note: 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈 😭👊

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𝗜 𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗬 closed the oven, eyeing the stove with complete discontent and irritation. Was this my life now? Waiting for my stupid ass boyfriend to come home? Cooking for him like a waiting wife, isn't that truly sad? And when he did get home he was always too tired to eat, he'd go off straight to bed. And while I tried to understand it's his job a small (maybe big) fragment of me was feeling tossed to the side, a little bit of resentment filled my chest. I glanced at the clock on the oven timer, sighing at I read 10:55 p.m.

Another dinner gone to waste.

I took out the barely warm dish that's been sitting in the oven, staring at it blankly. Wondering whether I should even bother to eat it or not; I sighed and decided to just cover it with foil and place it back inside the oven again.

I turned around, leaning against the counter as my eyes stung with painful tears, burdening my cheeks as they slipped down slowly to my chin. I felt like a child, left alone in this house that felt so cold and empty without anyone else to occupy it with me. At least, no one currently home. And even when my boyfriend was home... it wasn't the same. It was just cold with an additional person. But the real issue is I'm not sure if I'm the one being cold or if it's him.

I don't even know half the things I think I do.

The front door unlocked, the familiar sound of footsteps echoed down the front hallway toward the kitchen where I stood with a crooked frown. I already knew it was Han. He's coming to put his things down, give me a quick peck on the cheek and say something along the lines of 'too tired tonight, thanks anyway' and that just about made me scoff at the mere thought of it.

Han entered the kitchen, pretty features in a small smile of something I couldn't quite understand. Was it happiness? Worry? Why did he look so puppy like today?

His brown hair fell to the sides of his head, beautifully framing his chocolate kiss eyes that were complimented by his charcoal feathery lashes. He quickly placed his things down, eyes meeting mine as he slowly approached, already bending forward for that apology kiss. That kiss made me feel so damn burdensome.

I swerved his lips, turning away and scampering toward the kitchen island to toy with the useless items attached to the counter.

"Uh..." Han cocked his head, wondering why my face looked so troubled, "Baby? You okay?"

I gave a half assed attempt at a smile, "Yep, super great." I turned to him, meeting his confused round features. I flipped my head back around, now turning on the sink and absently washing my hands, filling the awkward air around us with the sound of the faucet running.

"Really?" Han perked up, joint my side at the sink, draping his arms around my sides and slowly attaching his lips to my cheek. I felt so disheartened in that moment, why did I feel so pitied?

"Yep. I made dinner... Y'know, if you want," I hummed, turning the sink off and stealthily pushing him back and away, my damp hands soaking wet spots into the front of his white collared shirt. Han crossed his arms, eyes now wide and mouth forming an O of dumbfounded surprise. "But I'm sure you're tired so go ahead to sleep, Jisung."

"Woah, woah, woah," Han licked his lips, that smile of his that usually made me feel so bubbly now just making me feel stupid and little; a gnat, a nuisance that wouldn't go away, "Baby, are you mad at me?"

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you're quite literally pushing me away," Han let out a breathless chuckle, amused and both saddened by my actions.

"I'm just not in the mood right now," I mumbled, throwing the dish towel I had just finished using to dry my hands on the counter. I averted his eyes, letting them wander to his bag in which he'd just brought home from work, important documents and his laptop sticking out, sprawling lazily across the table in a mosaic of disarray. And that's when the red thing caught my eye, a velvety soft rose petal.

I glanced back at Han, whose face was directly on mine, eyes studying me and analyzing every word I spoke. I could practically see the wires short circuiting in his brain.

"What's this?" I grabbed the petal, flashing it before his eyes, breath hitching as I prepared for the worst. Han sighed deeply, not a sigh of shame but a sigh of annoyance at this point.

He grabbed something from his bag, a beautiful small arrangement of pretty roses and wisteria, small grassy weeds poking out in the spots where a flower was too big to fit. I gasped, taken aback by the delicate and intricately made design.

"I was going to surprise you with them," Han leaned back on the counter behind him, eyes glossy, "I-I know I've been such a bad boyfriend lately, believe me. But I wanted to make it up to you. I really did, honey."

I stayed silent, watching his face softly glow with regret.

"Why was it in your bag?"

"I was gonna run you a bath, put them in a vase and light a few candles like how you like," Han said bashfully, cheeks growing redder by the second, "But um, I could sense your anger as soon as I entered the house," Han clicked his tongue, knowing it was partially his own fault. He grabbed my fingers lightly, taking them and intertwining his like twine, twisting them so softly with a honey look in his eyes, "What I'm trying to say, baby, is that work is kicking my ass right now and I'm losing sight of what is really the most valuable to me. You."

I bit my lip, regretfully holding in the stinging tears, "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Gosh, Jisung, I didn't know you were such a romantic..." I had to purse my lips to stop them from turning into a regretful frown, "A poet, really." A joke slipped into the air, eliciting little chuckles from both of us. Easing the tension already as I embraced that lovely feeling of his arms wrapping around me.

"I was just pulling shit out my ass at that point," He laughed, shaking his long arms around me and squeezing tight, "I am trying so hard and it's not good enough, I know," He hesitated, his hands no longer soothing and comforting but coldly resting at my hips, his eyes dull as he tried to mix the right words together, "I don't know. I'm gonna try harder. Now, where's that dinner, baby?"

He gave my ass a light tap, smirking as he turned to face the oven. I rolled my eyes, slapping his hard chest and stepping a few feet toward the oven, "I'm not very hungry... but if you want dinner I can make you a plate, Ji."

Han thought for a moment, his wonderfully muddy eyes trailing over my face in an unreadable look. His tongue flickered to his lips, "Actually, what about some desert?"

Han had me sprawled out underneath his shirtless figure, eyes hungrily staring down at me as heat coated my features. I pressed my lips together, feeling the tension rise between us like the rise and fall of the tides. He smiled at my expression, propping himself up on his elbows, digging into the bedsheets as his lips caressed mine. My heart felt all fluttery and warm, hot and breathless was what it felt like to breath.

"Let me make it up to you, baby," Han whispered into my ear, taking my chin and angling my head up to the ceiling, lips magically working in soft kisses against my skin, "For all the nights I left you by yourself... gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart."

I nodded weakly, tangling my fingers in his hair while groaning softly, "Y-you don't have to, Ji. I forgive you-"

"But I want to," Han looked at me with intensity, pupils large and reflecting my pleasured face in them. Apart from the way he watched my face, Han was soft with his hands, body just gently touching every inch of my figure. "So, let's have a bit of fun, hm?"

"Mhm," I said with a smile, his mouth connecting with mine sensually, slowly slipping his tongue into my throat, encountering every crevice hidden inside.

"Perfect," Han patted his kiss from mine, only to quickly reconnect our lips again. His hand slowly slid down my stomach, tracing circles and lines down my exposed body with his warm fingertips. Sending shivers up my spine, Han pried down my underwear, eyeing my body in admiration, softening his eyes at the sight.

And that's when I saw the idea pop in his mind, eyes widening with a mischievous smirk of knowing. I watched curiously, a bit of excitement bubbling in my body as he reached toward our side table to my right, opening the drawer and rummaging. I held my breath, wondering what idea popped in his head.

And then he pulled out a set of cuffs and a blindfold of sorts. My breathing completely stopped, lips parted in shock.

"It's all about you tonight," Han chuckled dryly, "So, why not make the experience all the more enjoyable? How does that sound, babydoll?"

But before I could even comprehend the mess I'd gotten myself into, Han was latching the shiny toy cuffs to my wrist, clamping them down and snickering at the pathetic sight of my hands tied (quite literally) before him. I squirmed, meekly whining as he quickly grabbed the blindfold next, cooing sweetly before beginning to gently tie it behind my head.

"Ji, I-" And when the blindfold was completely on, tied tightly and surely ruining my hair, his lips were immediately kissing down my stomach, sweet coos of enjoyment lacing the air between every smooch. I paused my words, wanting to inhale every breath he took.

"Yes, baby?" Han didn't stop his kissing, his lips trailed all the way down my body until he reached my hips, where he picked up my thighs with his strong hands. Giving each one. Alight squeeze as he propped them up on his shoulders, kissing my inner thighs delicately. "I'm gonna need you to speak up. Tell me what you want, I'll do it."

My heart felt like it was melting, "Just- just do anything you want."

"Anything, hm?" Han chuckled, sucking on the skin just below my crotch, nibbling softly and creating a dark mark of purple, reminding me where his lips were gonna stay.

"Like I said, baby, I'm just gonna make you feel good," Han whispered softly into my skin, reassuring each word with a open mouth kiss, "That's all I want."

And with that he took my underwear and fully exposed my cunt, eyeing the wetness with a bewildered gaze of endearment. I couldn't see his expression, but I could hear the soft chortles of joy; his tongue suddenly ran up my slit, his hands softly holding my hips down against the mattress with a low hum. I let out a surprised moan, hissing at his tongue softly flitted against my clit, shivers of bliss made their way up and down my spine.

"Oh, fuck, don't stop," I said, complete blindness heightening my senses in a way I didn't realize could warp my mind the way it has. Everything felt better, the warmness of his tongue coating my vision (the blackness of the blindfold) in stars that shimmered with pleasure, ears ringing softly. Han's tongue rolled slow circles into my clit, watching me as I reacted quickly to his touch.

As his pretty lips worked their magic at my sensitive nub, his slender fingers took their sweet time at my hole, collecting the clear lubricant seeping from within me around his two digits and poking gingerly at my cunt. First, he slipped them in, letting me writhe in the sudden feeling of his fingers within my walls. He just calmly watched through his lashes, tongue and lips tasting the sweetness of my cunt as he worked his mystical magic on my clit. All I could really do was arch my back and moan, my hands were latched together, useless, on my stomach.

"Your pussy is so pretty, baby," Han disconnected his mouth from my cunt, fingers sliding in and out of my hole terribly slow, edging me slowly toward my high. I moaned softly in response, mouth forming an O of mindless pleasure; I felt the bed press in beside my head, his elbow taking a spot there, hands still fucking me amazingly, and his hot breath leisurely breathing onto my face in long hot breaths. "And those moans, god, you're so gorgeous."

"Hannie, f-fuck, s'good."

"And when you say my name like that..." Han had to resist the strong urge to just shove his dick 7 inches inside of you, head spinning with desperate desire. But he just flicked his wrist in and out of you, feeling the clench of your walls around his digits, "Makes me want to do things I shouldn't."

I could feel my climax barreling inside of me, bubble growing with quickness as his thumb met my clit, gently pressing into it to elicits sharp inhales and whines. I jerked my hands up, forgetting that they're bounded by the faux metal chains.

"G-gonna cum!"

Han nodded softly, burying his head in the crook of my neck and nibbling at my collarbone, enjoying the way my cunt began to throb around him. Han felt high off of my lust, enjoying the noises though he couldn't feel any of the pleasure. Something about seeing you all drunk on the things he did to you was just enough to keep him going. It was all the fun he needed, anyhow.

And so I came, ruthlessly all over his fingers which he slid in and out of me throughout my entire climax. I numbly rise my hands to his torso, thighs tightening around his hips as my mind clouded hazily.

"That's right, baby," Han murmured, watching my face as my high slowly fell down like a feather, mind beginning to regain control over my mouth. Slow and drawn out moans left my lips, his digits still fingering my sensitive hole.

"Let it out," Han slid his fingers out, eyeing the lovely sight of my cum slither out of my hole and onto my thighs and bedsheets beneath us, "Look at you clench around nothing, pretty girl."

I felt him rummage in a drawer again, pulling something out I couldn't see. But I held my breath regardless, knowing that by "just want to make you feel good" he really meant "want to just sadistically fuck you until you're a zombie." And honestly, no complaints were leaving my lips. The cuffs were slowly beginning to sting my skin, wrists aching each time I accidentally forgot they were clamped onto me. I breathed out shakily, wondering why it was so quiet, so still around me.

And that's when I felt the cold touch of something rubbery, something silicone slipping into my entrance, my sensitive cunt instantly throbbing around it. I gasped, the stretch from the dildo stinging a bit, especially from the sudden entrance.

"Jisung, too- too much," I scrunched my eyes and nose, the familiar bubbly haze of my upcoming climax already burdening my mind.

He ignored my desperate pleas, hastily and easily slipping the dildo in and out of me mercilessly. "Five times."

"Fi... five what?" I could already feel my knees wobbling, hole clenching so hard I could feel my heartbeat within it.

"Going to make you cum five times," He instructed as if it were a completely sane and rational thing to say. I gasped, propping my head up and using my elbows to awkwardly sit upward. Although I couldn't see, I could hear Han's silent chuckles of amusement. He thought the idea was hilarious, but I could already feel the ache in my thighs the next morning.

"W-wait, that's s-so much!" I whined out breathlessly, the dildo driving me mad. There was a steady pace in the way he fucked me with it, slipping it in and out of my walls while clicking tongue. He bent forward, gliding his warm tongue over my clit. Not before spitting onto my cunt with his saliva, I felt the hot heat of his spit slide down my cunt.

"I think you can handle it, can't you?" Han asked with a coo, hot breath harshly hitting my cunt, "Right, baby? You're a good girl. You can take it."

I had no choice but to oblige.

Han gave an affirming grunt, gripping my thighs that shook against his hold. Though I couldn't see him, I could feel the way his eyes wore into me, wide and watching as his tongue glided smoothly against his lips. I pressed my head farther back into the cushions that lined the back of the bed, the fluffy pillows spreading my hair out in a fan formation. The way his tongue would gracefully run circles into my clit, sucking on it harshly while his vision burned into me, his wrist rhythmically pushing the lovely dildo in and out of my body with long mind blowing rolls.

Barely even a moan could leave my throat, it felt like everything I wanted to moan, to scream it was all caught in my throat. Han found it amusing as much as he wanted to hear my little whined that drove him onward. He pinched my inner thigh, lips wrapped around my cunt while hot hot breath fanned my stomach.

I jerked up, cunt pulsating around the silicone cock, precum leaking down my body, "Hannie, gentle... please."

He was sounding so taunting when he snickered, lips popping away from my cunt and connecting with mine, nibbling at it enough to send a sting up my body.

And out of nowhere, he began pushing the dildo into me at inhumane speeds, making my mouth widen in shock and insufferable pleasure. I jerked my locked hands toward his face, nails gently scraping his softly toned abs, enjoyment making me roll my hips mindlessly.

"C'mon, doll, you can do it," his words drove me mad, sounding both taunting and so hot all at once, "Cum for Hannie."

I breathlessly chanted his name, scratching his body while rolling my hips against the push of his palm at my hip. And the absolute heavenly bliss that consumed my body slowly began to fade. Until Han hastily pulled out the toy, licking the juices off of it and hurriedly shoving his dick inside of me. Something I didn't even realize was unclothed from his denim prison. His insertion prolonged my high for a minute too long, making my eyes roll back, fluttering lashes flashing before my eyes.

Han let out a delighted sigh, relief making his head lull backwards. Hissing with his teeth, he drew my hips close, "3 more times, baby. Can you do it?"

I don't think I said anything, but Han laughed, softly touching my chin, sliding the blindfold off of my eyes and letting them adjust to the newfound light of the room. His face was smirking, eyes lidded with lust, hair wet from the stifling sweat. It was hot, humid, and incredible stuffy; but all of it was such a turn on, especially the way his hot hold tightened on my thighs. Tossing one over his shoulder, kissing daintily at my ankle before looking back into my lustfully glazed eyes.

"Fuck, your face is driving me crazy," He nearly whispered, grinding his hips into mine with light slaps of our bodies meeting, "Keep giving me those eyes and I'll fucking lose it, babe."

I could barely moan out an 'okay' before he slid out, tip twitching inside of me, and hitting me hard with the best and hardest dick I've ever had. My moans were much too loud to be even considered moans anymore, no, at this point I was screaming discombobulated slurs of his name; chanting sentences that didn't quite make sense, his name that sounded more like a weird mesh of the words jelly and ham but who knows at this point. The list was too blinding to decipher.

I could already feel that bubble, this time approaching much faster than my previous two orgasms, "Ha-Hannie, I'm gonna- gonna- oh fuck!"

And while his dick worked its wonderful pounding into me, my back arched like a cat, my cum squirting out of me through his hard thrusts.

"2 more, pretty," Han was beginning to sound whiny, clearly denying himself his climax, wanting to give me the 5 he'd promised. And it sure seemed like I was surely getting them. He stopped sliding in and out, opting to grind ruthlessly into my fragile, pulsating pussy. And, holy shit, was it a completely different type of pleasure. Another level of groans and egregious mind consuming wonder; dick repeatedly pressing and rubbing against my sweet spot. And to add to the overstimulation, his finger grazed my clit, flicking it with delicate sweetness as to not make me completely lose my mind.

I don't think I've ever experienced such a mind numbing experience.

"Almost done, baby," Han bent forward, sweat glistening on his tan skin as my cuffed hands gently (more like weakly) held his face, fingers barely even touching his skin. My eyes were watering with salty water, tears blurring my vision to the point where I couldn't see his expression at all, but I could hear the slight smirk in his face. My eyebrows furrowed, mouth widening with every rhythmic thrust of his hips into mine, the lewd wet squelches of our bodies slapping making a cacophonous sound of heat.

"You're doing so well," Han whispered into my ear, teeth attaching to my earlobe and biting down, earning more lines of moans.

Unexpectedly, my fourth orgasm came, warping my mind and making me convulse around him, hips tightly jerking around his body. Han hissed, feeling the ever present tightening of my cunt around his cock, which he continued to pound into me, sloppily now.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck- oh, s-so much!"

Han kissed along my face, "One last time, can you do that for me pretty baby? You take it so well, love you so much."

I could barely comprehend a single thing he said, it was all too gibberish ridden, whether it was my mind or his mouth, none of it made sense to me. My eyes blurred, just barely focusing on the white ceiling above me, his brown hair gently bouncing in and out of my field of vision. I squeezed my eyes tight, letting my last orgasm consume me slowly, overtaking my body with whines and shakes. Cunt clenching, slurred hissing and whimpers through my teeth.

Han finally exhaled, watching me with interest as he helped me ride out my last and most mind ogling orgasm. And when he finally felt my cunt cease its clenching, he pulled out, wrapping his pretty hands around his cock and finishing the job on my stomach. His cum painted my body in a marvelous way, the hot liquid thick and plentiful as I writhed in pleasure. It dropped down my body, warming me and soothing my mind, I could already feel my eyes flutter, pleasure slowly becoming tiredness.

Han quickly unclamped my handcuffs, soothing the red sores that lined my wrists with kisses and gentle rubs. He pressed his body down beside me, elbow digging into the bed as he kissed everywhere where his lips previously were, this time instead of lustful kisses they were apologetic and comforting.

"Good job, pretty," Han murmured into my skin, fingers gently running through my hair. My thighs ached, my back burned in discomfort, and even my knees stung from being held in one position for so long. I just softly turned my head to him, eyes lidded and seriousness overtaking my features.

"Now I'm gonna need an apology for absolutely ruining my body," I eyed the blueish bruises forming at my wrists, the hickeys that lined my inner thighs and the gentle sting of my krow at my neck. My eyes felt puffy and red from both the rub of fabric at my eyes and the overwhelming tears I once shed.

Han chuckled, staring down at me with the warmest look of love I've ever seen him make.

"How about a nice bath? How's that sound?"

I thought, resisting the sleep that begged to overtake my eyelids, "And you make dinner for the next week... oh, and do the laundry."

Han clicked his tongue, but a warm smile tugged at his lips, "Just cause you're so pretty."

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